Bratshark

Cassie’s jaw tightened irrationally. “Victoria.”

Victoria finally glanced over. “Do you need something?” she asked sweetly. “Money? Somebody to sign you into a mental institution?”

Cassie forced herself not to react.

“Come on,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re drunk. Let me get you home safely.”

"Mmphh, fuck," Victoria sobs, whines, hips stuttery and weak from the exertion, the brush of her clit against the pillow torturous. Too much and not enough, body slumping as she starts to give up.

She shouldn't be doing this, anyway, she knows she shouldn't. All she's doing is taking advantage of Cassie's kindness, being a fucking pervert in her bed.

It was a couple days ago, when the offer came. Victoria was sitting in the breakroom at work, furiously blinking back tears, when Cassie had walked in. Cassie, always nice to her, even when she's teaching, even when her voice takes on that sexy— um, firm, edge. She had sat down on the table, legs spread— not that Victoria noticed— and tilted her head in that sympathetic way that never fails to make Victoria feel small.

Her mom had demeaned her again, undermining her every effort in front of the entire fucking department. Victoria was humiliated and angry and broken, wiping away every tear as it fell, trying to pull herself together.

"You okay?" Cassie checks, gentle, so gentle it makes Victoria ache, makes her yearn. She just wants that voice, forever. She wants to be treated gently. She wants Cassie.

"I'm— I'll be fine. I mean, I am fine. Already. I'm just— I'm, taking a moment," Victoria stutters, manages, curses herself in her head. She feels ridiculous. Small.

"It's okay, y'know, to not.. be okay," Cassie reassures, steady, like she's talking to a patient. Victoria should be offended, but she can't bring herself to be, not when Cassie radiates safety, somewhere warm to lay. "We don't have to talk about it, but... it might help."

"...I just really, really don't wanna go home," Victoria finally admits, whispers, lip trembling as it's spoken aloud.

It sits in the room a moment, a heavy admission. Victoria is exhausted as it leaves her, pressed down, the pull of gravity felt in every limb. Cassie just sits with her a moment, quietly kind.

"What if... you didn't have to?" Cassie finally speaks, slowly, a little more unsure than her usually confident demeanor, like she's saying it before she means to. Her eyes are so soft, but laced with determination, the same way she gets when she doesn't want to let somebody slip through the cracks.

"What do you mean?" Victoria sniffles, wipes at her cheeks and chin.

"I— well, Chad unfortunately has Harrison for the weekend, so..." Cassie trails off, shrugging subtly, as Victoria's eyes start to widen. "It'd just be until Monday. Just so you could catch a break, y'know? I hate to think that you're.. not getting rest at home."

"No, yeah, that would be great! Or, I mean," Victoria laughs shaky, awkward, always too eager. Too quick to jump at the chance of more. "I mean, um, if that's okay. I don't know if— I mean, you don't have to. At all."

Cassie chuckles, eyes crinkling, looking at Victoria with that impossibly fond expression that makes her sort of want to cry every time she sees it. "No, of course it's okay. I've got plenty of room, leftovers I can't eat all by myself... you're more than welcome, Vic."

Vic. Victoria likes that. A nickname is familiarity. A nickname means Cassie likes her. Maybe not in the way she wants, but it doesn't matter, whatever way that Cassie likes her feels good. "Yeah! Um, sure. Thanks— thank you. Really."

"Well, okay." Cassie nods, stands up to go. "Take another minute, then I'll see you out there. You'll be alright."

"Thanks," Victoria whispers again as Cassie goes, a mix of emotions swirling in her gut, thrumming in her chest. Maybe not quite in the way Cassie intended, Victoria's hurt and humiliation certainly feel far away now— the thought of being with Cassie for a whole weekend taking up all the space in her mind.

"Please... please..." Victoria hiccups, sniffles, weakly pushing her hips against the pillow again, shuddering, lightheaded from the throb in her cunt. She should stop. Cassie's at work but probably clocking out soon, probably coming home soon. Victoria should get up, clean up, give up on chasing relief that refuses to come.

She doesn't stop.

She snakes a hand down between her legs and whimpers at the slick heat she finds, just wanting something more, needing something more. Biting her lip, she pushes her middle finger slowly inside her soft, dripping hole, chest heaving as the warmth swallows it up.

It doesn't feel like much. Too small, too short, and she's too fucking aware that it's her— her finger, her hand, not who she desperately wishes it was. She still tries, curls her finger, whimpers as she pushes in another, pumping and squirming 'til her wrist aches, slick sounds and her panting the only noise in the empty bedroom. Burying her face back in the sheets, she lets out a groan of frustration, fingers resting inside herself.

Cassie's quiet as she pads down the hall. Walking into her apartment and hanging up her jacket, kicking off her shoes, she didn't hear a peep— she assumes Victoria is sleeping already, sighing fondly. It's early for her to be home, but not unusual for Victoria to be napping, after all, this whole arrangement was for the poor girl to get more rest.

She's not expecting the sight that she walks in on. Pushing open her bedroom door to Victoria's hips lifted, fingers pushed inside her glistening cunt, thighs tremoring. She hears sniffling, small, frustrated hiccups.

Oh, god.

Cassie should say something. She knows she should. Should speak up, or walk out, or, or—

Victoria Javadi is masturbating in her bed, looking like a goddamn dream. Brown skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, smooth and perfect, her pussy opening up around her fingers. Fuck, she looks fucking delicious. Cassie wants to bury her face between those perfect thighs, lick and suck until Vic is crying out and squirming, overwhelmed—

Holy fuck, she's a pervert.

Smacking a hand over her eyes, she clears her throat, speaks up, wobbly in a way she doesn't intend. "Shit— I mean, I'm sorry, I— god, Vic, I didn't mean to, um.."

Eyes squeezed shut, she hears Victoria squeak in embarrassment, the ruffling of sheets to cover herself up.

Victoria pulls the sheets over her head, breathing shaky, wishing she could sink through the bed, the floor, turn invisible, disappear. "I'm so— I'm so sorry, I didn't— I'm sorry, I really, um, I just—" she can't get a full sentence out, chest heaving, cheeks hot.

"It's okay! It's okay, I'll just—" Cassie laughs, and it's stupidly attractive, and she sounds winded, shocked. "I mean, we all gotta do it sometimes or we'd go crazy, right? God, that's— that's inappropriate, I'm sorry. I was just checking in, uh... I'm gonna.. go make dinner?"

"Wait!" Victoria pleads, before she can stop the word from tumbling out, lowering the sheets just enough to peek over. Cassie drops her hand at almost the same time, piercing blue gaze meeting hers, making her heart beat in her throat— and between her legs, frustratingly reminding her of her situation.

Cassie doesn't look away. Victoria can't seem to, either.

"...I can't cum," Victoria manages, almost whiny, like a petulant child. She cringes as it comes out, can't believe she says it, and... is she imagining things, or are Cassie's pupils dilated, eyes darker, flicking down to where she's covered up with grey sheets?

"Poor thing," Cassie murmurs, low, like a filter has dropped. "You can't? How long have you been trying, baby?"

"Hours, I think," Victoria whispers. She can barely breathe, barely think, still stuck somewhere floaty and disbelieving.

Cassie McKay is looking at her like she wants to eat her alive.

"Oh, baby..." Cassie continues, sympathetic, like she can't help herself, the words a little stilted, a little strained. Fighting internally, knowing it's wrong, knowing she's powerless to this pull between them. She steps closer, prowls, padding like a predator to the side of the bed. Victoria looks up at her, swallows thick, legs quivering a little underneath the sheets.

"Please." Victoria can't stop it, either. "Please, help me."

"I can't, sweetie, I shouldn't," Cassie breathes, fingers twitching at her sides, curling a little.

"Why?"

"You're so young."

"Like I've ever felt it," Victoria shoots back, burning with embarrassment.

Cassie sighs, eyes dropping, heavy-lidded as they look over Victoria's sheet-covered form. "That's just.. not right, baby. You had to grow up too fast, that's a lot of pressure, and that's still.. I'd be taking advantage, Vic, I don't want to—"

"Just help me feel good!" Victoria pleads. "I— please, I don't know what to do, and, and I swear I won't talk about it ever again, I just— I really need you to touch me, please. You're not, you're not taking advantage, I want it. I need it. Please."

Cassie reaches, petting her knuckles gently over Victoria's heated cheek, tilting her head. Victoria shudders, lets her eyes fall to Cassie's pink, parted lips. The air between them feels charged, static, heavy.

"This okay?" Cassie checks, gentle, leaning in.

"...Yeah. Um, yes. Yeah," Victoria breathes, licking her lips, heart racing in her chest.

Cassie closes the distance. Slow, like she's giving Victoria time to back out, change her mind, put an end to whatever this is. Victoria doesn't. Not when this is what she's fantasized about for so long, made her so pent-up in the first place.

Not when Cassie's mouth is slotting over hers, warm and soft and perfect, moving in a gentle rhythm. Her palms cradle Victoria's face, tongue striping against her bottom lip, pulling a whimper from the younger girl as she squirms, lets Cassie in.

"Shh, that's good, doing good, sweetheart," Cassie murmurs, before licking into Victoria's mouth, slow and molten, thumbs petting over her cheeks. Cassie sighs, soft and pleasured, savoring the taste of Victoria on her tongue and she kisses her girl— fuck, she can't help thinking of Victoria as hers, already— slow and sweet, over and over.

Poor Victoria hums the sweetest little whines against her lips, hips still squirming under the sheets as they slip further down, past her shoulders to pool prettily at her waist.

Cassie pulls back from Victoria— who looks so beautiful, panting, already wrecked— and bites her lip, huffing quietly in disbelief over her pretty girl. The swell of her breasts on full display now, so soft and inviting, the slight curve of her stomach. Fuck.

"Can I touch you here, baby girl?" Cassie checks in, again, fingertips ghosting over Victoria's collarbone, dipping lower.

"Anywhere," is Victoria's panted response, and oh, god, Cassie stifles a groan at the sound of it.

Gently pushing Victoria to lay down, Cassie crawls on top of her, nuzzling underneath her jaw, mouthing at the line of it, down her throat.

Victoria gasps at the feeling of lips on her skin, slowly descending, branding her with heat. Cassie's perfect hands slide up her stomach and make her arch, whining as Cassie cups her breasts, palms and kneads them in a way that fuzzes Victoria's brain over, makes her press up insistently for more, more, more.

Cassie obliges, leans down to suck one of Victoria's nipples into the wet heat of her mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as Victoria whines and pleads something incoherent, the pulse of heat between her legs bordering on unbearable. She switches between Victoria's soft, pillowy breasts, giving equal attention as the other stays cradled by her kneading hand.

"Ca-assie, Cassie, please," Victoria whimpers, squeezes her eyes shut, so sensitive she feels like she might die without Cassie paying attention to her poor, neglected cunt.

"Aww, sweetheart," Cassie croons, pulls off of Victoria's nipple with a rough suck that makes the younger keen, clutch the sheets. "Is that really what you wanna call me?"

"...I can't," Victoria shakes her head, keeps her eyes shut, stomach quivering as Cassie's fingers trace over her skin, swirling lazy and scratching with dull nails, lighting her up.

"It's okay, baby, it's alright," Cassie assures, dragging a finger down, lip curled a little in fondness as Victoria keeps squirming, unable to help it. "Just say it for me, honey."

“Mommy..” Victoria chokes, hiccups, eyes shining with unshed tears. Embarrassment and need course through her, a dizzying mix. “Mommy, please, please, Mommy, I need— mmh, I need you, need my Mommy, please—”

It tumbles out of her, broken and whiny and sweet, now that she’s said it she can’t stop. “Mommy? I’m trying— tryin’ t’be good, Mommy, please?”

“Ohhh, precious girl, shh, shh, Mommy’s got you, okay? That’s alright, I know, I knoww..” Cassie coos, takes pity, finally sliding her hand down between Victoria’s legs.

Victoria gasps, pushes her hips up, Cassie’s fingers tracing gently over her aching core. Slow, exploratory, not nearly enough. Cassie’s finger slides through the length of her slit, teasing at her hole, brushing over her pulsing clit, toying with her.

“So fuckin’ wet and soft for me, sweetheart, such a pretty pussy,” Cassie murmurs, low, starting to rub lazy circles over Victoria’s clit, making her whine, making her breathless.

“Fuck— mmh, please,” Victoria begs, high-pitched and wanton. “Please… Mommy…”

“Shh, shh, shh, that’s okay, sweetheart, Mommy knows, Mommy knows,” Cassie soothes, finally sinking a finger into Victoria’s dripping, eager hole.

She switches to two almost immediately, Victoria already more than wet enough, open enough, sucking in her fingers like she can’t bear to be anything other than full. She pulses, clenches, moans as Cassie curls her fingers up, pets firm and steady over her sensitive, silky walls.

“Oh— oh, oh, oh, god—” Victoria pants out with every thrust of Cassie’s slender, sure fingers, slick sounds emanating from between her legs and making her blush.

She’s dizzy, hot, blissed out, and embarrassingly closer to cumming with a few relentless strokes of Cassie’s fingers than she got with hours of her own futile attempts.

Cassie's fingers fuck and curl, fuck and curl, thumb pressed to Victoria’s twitching clit as she takes her apart. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and sparkling with desire, looking down at Victoria like she’s the prettiest thing she’s ever seen, forearm flexing with each precise thrust of her fingers. Steady, rhythmic, a metronome of pleasure that pulls pitiful noises from Victoria’s lips.

“Shh, baby, that’s okay, that’s alright, you’re getting close, huh? Feeling so good for me? Do you feel it in your tummy, baby?” Cassie murmurs, voice steady but strained, like she’s barely keeping herself together.

“M—mhm, mhm, mhm!” Victoria whines, pleasure pooling in her stomach, a tight, white-hot coil that’s ready to snap.

“Why don’t you cum for me sweetheart? Yeah? Poor thing, needed it so bad… shhh, just let it go, cum for Mommy, baby..”

“M— Mommy, unh— haah, haah, oh—”

Victoria arches, whites out, clenching hard around Cassie’s fingers as they stay stuffed inside her pulsing hole, Cassie’s thumb rubbing side to side on her sensitive clit through her orgasm, making her thighs shake, spine arch.

Victoria doesn’t think she’s ever felt this fucking good.

The comedown is hazy, vision twinkling, body limp and warm and sated. Soft, contented hums sigh from her mouth as Cassie gathers her up so gently, brushes her sweat damp hair away from her face with her clean hand.

“How long had it been, huh?” Cassie murmurs, and her voice sounds so nice and soft, and Victoria is so sleepy, so warm.

“Mm… couple months, of trying,” Victoria mumbles, a little embarrassed. She’d never been very good at getting off, left even more pent-up and frustrated than before. Cassie had made it so… easy. Put her in her body instead of her racing mind.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Cassie sighs, sounds genuinely sympathetic, makes Victoria instantly small again, clinging to the safety of it. “We’ll have to fix that, huh?”

Victoria’s heart stops. Or it races. She can’t discern which, wide eyed and a little of her sleepiness fading. The thought of Cassie helping her out… all the ways that could go, Cassie’s mouth, fingers, strap… a bolt of heat shoots through her spine. “Yeah?” She whispers, tentative.

“…Yeah,” Cassie whispers back, a flicker of something conflicted in her eyes, but it doesn’t win out. “Should probably get cleaned up, baby.”

“Gonna help me in the shower?”