Yet all Sukuna could do was smile, flashing you her razor sharp canines that glinted from the warm light. Her lips parted to speak and a deep, alluring voice sept into your ears like trickling honey, “Then feed from me,” she purred, coaxing you towards her readily bared chest, “drink from me.”

Your breath hitched as your mind searched for a response, unable to find a suitable answer. Instead, your heart pounded within your chest, surging towards a near deafening flutter. It wasn’t like she gave you time to think either; pushing your head towards her breast and positioning her swollen nipple for you to suckle on.

“Drink,” she urged, her voice leaving no room for argument that time around. Her demeanour betraying nothing short of a threatening stature, her eyes alone challenging you to defy her, but you never once did.

Albeit reluctantly, you slacked your lips open and propped her nipple into your mouth; her breasts heavy against your hold as you just barely latched over her engorged form. The taste of was almost dizzying as her sweet, creamy milk washed hot down your throat and warmed your stomach. Sukuna rolled her head back in pleasure as you fed—her long nails fondly scratching against your scalp in praise—her eyes slowly drooping shut in radiating pleasure.

“Good,” she praised, steadying your body with one of her four arms at the waist as she moved you ever so slightly up along her body, positioning you over just over her taut abdomen.

You gasped as you pulled away from her gushing teat; the residue of clinging milk rolling down your chin. With confused eyes, you tired to focus on what was next going on, slightly feeling alarmed by the sudden change in position and then without any warning—something shifted. Splitting open at unseen speed, her stomach cracked open to reveal a large velvety tongue that slipped out of her apex point. The giant muscle jabbed upwards, flicking at your soon swollen clit, half penetrating your cunt.

“Ride,” Sukuna instructed, “grind on me.”

Doing as you were told, you leaned forward, clumsily falling flat over her chest. You then tried to balance yourself over her, rolling your hips over her actively lapping tongue; the ribbed texture of it slipping occasionally to meet at your sensitive bud. Her lower arms helped guide your position, while one of her upper arms kept you level—the other pushing behind your head—making you feed from her once again, filling your once empty stomach to the brim with her offering.

Quickly overwhelmed, you could help but tighten your thighs as you rode yourself towards a rolling orgasm. It was a violent sweep, but she didn’t stop; continuing to whip almost painfully pleasurable strokes, lapping up your release.

However, try as you might to stay awake, you couldn’t; surrendering to the anchoring pull of exhaustion that beckoned you. Sukuna couldn’t help but smile at the aftermath, finally amused by your almost endearing action. Being a hedonist however, she still guided you along, shuddering at the shown bliss that you displayed even in the midst of deep slumber.

Oh, such a needy thing you were—but you were hers.

~~

God, he was the worst. Toji had been your roommate for months now, and every single day was the same routine. Flirty comments, lingering stares, brushing past you in the kitchen way too close. You hated how full of himself he is. Of course he's way too hot for his own good, but you can't find him attractive at all. So ignoring him was your best defense.

You headed straight to your room without another word, shutting the door firmly behind you. Peace, finally.

That peace lasted until around midnight.

A loud thud from the living room jerked you awake. You sat up in bed, heart pounding and grabbed the nearest thing that could pass as a weapon, which happened to be your heavy lamp. Creeping out, you flicked on the light and froze.

There, standing in the middle of the room, was… a woman. Tall, insanely strong-looking, with the same sharp green eyes and messy dark hair, but everything else was different. Curves that filled out what used to be Toji's shirt in ways that made your brain short-circuit. Broad shoulders still, powerful arms, but softer features, full lips and a figure that screamed dangerous beauty. She looked like Toji if someone had remade him into the most stunning woman you'd ever seen.

"What the actual hell?" you whispered.

The woman rubbed the back of her neck, looking equal parts pissed and sheepish. Her voice was still deep but smoother, with a feminine lilt that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.

"Don't laugh now, I'm the one freaking out."

"Toji, do you do drag? Is that why you work at night?" you teased him, knowing damn well that's not what he did, but the look on his face was enough for your entertainment.

"No, I don't!" he said, rolling his eyes. "Even if I did, I wouldn't appear in the living room in full drag, you dumbass."

You lowered the lamp slowly, stepping closer without thinking. Toji… she… whatever, looked even more striking up close. The way the shirt clung to her chest, you wonder how her boobs might look behind it, the subtle flex of muscle under smooth skin. Your usual irritation disappeared because she was too hot to be mad at her.

"So that's really you, hm..." You circled her once, eyes wide. "Holy shit. You look… I mean, damn."

She raised an eyebrow, sensing something predatory in your eyes. "You're staring. Thought you hated me."

"I do," you shot back, but your voice lacked its usual bite. You stopped right in front of her, close enough to catch the faint scent of sweat and whatever cologne he always wore. "That doesn't mean that you don't look hot as fuck.How does it feel?"

Toji let out a low laugh, crossing her arms under her chest in a way that did not help your focus. "Weird as hell. Balance is off a bit and my... pecs?"

"Breasts. Definitely breasts."

"I don't know how to feel about calling them breasts. They're heavy as fuck."

That's soooo sad. You felt heat creep up your neck, but instead of backing off like usual, you reached out and lightly touched her arm. The muscle was rock hard under your fingers. "Were you always this jacked?"

You look up at her, battling your eyelashes as you hand was fully palming her bicep, pressing it down with your fingers.

"Yes! I've been working out, you know that!" she exclaims, still not understand why you are suddenly so interested in her.

"Hm..." you nod slowly, now wrapping your hand against her wrist. "Let's sit down."

You pull her down on the couch, your thighs pressing together as you keep palming her arm because you cannot stop yourself from touching her. You're waiting for the perfect opportunity to just jump on her and eat her alive.

"How long are you stay like this?" you ask, praying it's forever.

"A few days. A week at most," she tells you, crossing her legs and turning her body so she's fully facing you. Her legs are covered by her sweatpants but you bet she also has the juiciest and strongest thighs ever.

"Oh..." you mumble, looking down a bit sad.

Your fingers trailed up her bicep slowly, feeling the definition there. It was fun, watching her try to keep the attitude while her eyes darkened a little.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" You tilted your head, voice dropping softer.

"No, no," Toji huffs a laugh, her full lips parting. She glances down at your hand on her arm. "You've never touched me this much."

You laugh, heat flooding your face. "Well, you've never looked this hot."

She was the one laughing now, breaking eye contact and even looking flustered. This was ridiculous and thrilling all at once. The guy you'd been dodging for months was now this gorgeous woman standing in your living room and suddenly ignoring her was the last thing on your mind.

"Aren't you curious?" you ask her, now tickling the back of her neck.

"About what?" She blinks, eyebrows furrowing just a little.

"About how some things feel. If I get turned into a man the first thing I would do is find someone to give me a blowjob."

"Oh wow, okay."

"So?" You were still expecting her answer.

You watch her face carefully, your heart hammering against your ribs, Toji shifts on the couch, powerful thighs pressing together under the soft fabric of her sweatpants. Her cheeks have this faint flush now, making her look less intimidating.

"Yeah… maybe," she mutters after a long pause, her voice lower than before. She uncrosses her legs and leans forward a bit, dark green eyes flicking over your face searching for any sign that you're joking. "Being eaten out or whatever. Scissoring, too, if that shit works."

Your pulse spikes. You don't even hesitate. "I could help you with that," you say, voice coming out breathy and eager. "If you want. I'd make it feel really good, Toji."

She stares at you for a second, lips parted. Then a challenging smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "You serious, roomie? Alright. Show me what you got."

You stand up so fast, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward your bedroom. Her palm is a little rough, bigger than yours even now. The walk down the short hallway feels electric, every step making your skin tingle with anticipation.

"God, you're gorgeous," you whisper, fingers tracing the curve of her waist.

She lets you push her down onto the mattress, and the way her body sinks into it, all that muscle and softness, makes your mouth water. You climb over her, straddling one of her thick thighs as you lean down to kiss her neck.

Toji exhales sharply when your lips brush her collarbone. "Don't get all sappy on me," she grumbles, but her hand comes up to rest on your back anyway.

You smile against her skin and trail kisses lower, pushing up the hem of her shirt. Her tits spill out as you tug the fabric over her head, full and heavy, nipples already pebbled in the cool air.

"These are perfect," you whisper, cupping one in your hand, feeling the weight of it. You squeeze gently, then lean in to drag your tongue over the stiff peak. She tastes clean and a little salty, the soft groan she makes vibrates through her chest.

"Fuck… that feels weird," she breathes, but her back arches, pushing more of her breast into your mouth.

You suck harder, swirling your tongue around the nipple while your fingers play with the other one, pinching and rolling until she's squirming beneath you. Her thighs clench around your leg, you can feel the heat building between them even through her pants.

You spend a long time there, worshipping every inch of her chest. Licking slow circles, nipping lightly with your teeth just to hear her hiss, then soothing it with open-mouthed kisses. Her breathing gets heavier, little sounds slipping out that she tries to swallow back.

Eventually you slide lower, kissing down her stomach, feeling the faint ridges of muscle under the softer layer. You hook your fingers into her sweatpants and panties, peeling them down her strong legs. Her thighs are everything you imagined, thick and powerful, skin smooth where it counts. And between them… god. Her pussy is glistening already, lips puffy and flushed, with a big and swollen clit peeking out at the top. She's tight, you can tell just from looking, the entrance small and inviting.

"Look at you," you say softly, spreading her legs wider and settling between them. You press a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, breathing in her musky scent. "So wet already."

"Shut up," she mutters, but her voice cracks a bit.

You tease her first, because you can't help it. You kiss everywhere but where she wants it most, dragging your tongue along her inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin. Your fingers trace light circles around her clit without touching it, watching her hips twitch.

"You like that?" you ask, voice muffled against her skin.

Toji growls low. "Stop fucking teasing and do it."

You grin and finally give in, flattening your tongue and licking a long, slow stripe up her slit. She tastes tangy and addictive. Her whole body jolts. You do it again, savoring the way her juices coat your tongue, then focus on her big clit. You circle it lightly at first, teasing the sensitive bud with the tip of your tongue before flicking it gently.

"Oh shit," she gasps, thighs tensing around your head.

"Breath, pretty," you remind her.

She's so tight you can barely push a finger inside at first, her walls gripping you as you slide it in slowly. You curl it upward while your mouth works her clit, sucking softly then harder, alternating between licks and gentle nibbles.

You keep teasing her the whole time, pulling back to blow cool air on her wet folds just to watch her shiver, then diving back in with more pressure.

"You taste so good, Toji," you mumble against her. "You gonna come for me?"

She tries to stay cool, biting her lip hard, but her hips start rocking against your face. "Nngh fuck, you're… good at this," she admits, voice shaky. Her free hand tangles in your hair, not quite pushing but definitely holding you there.

You add a second finger, stretching her carefully since she's so tight, pumping them in and out while your tongue dances over her clit faster. The sounds are obscene, wet and slick, mixed with her growing moans. She tries to keep quiet at first, but soon she's whining, little desperate noises spilling out as her cool facade cracks completely.

"Right there… d-don't stop, you little shit," she pants, legs shaking. Her clit throbs under your tongue, you tickle it with rapid flicks until her back bows off the bed.

When she comes, it's loud and messy, her pussy clenching hard around your fingers as she floods your mouth. You keep licking her through it, gentler now, until she tugs you up by the hair.

"Enough… holy fuck," she gasps, chest heaving. Her face is flushed deep red, she looks wrecked already and you haven't even gotten to the scissoring yet.

You wipe your chin with the back of your hand and crawl up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on your lips. She kisses back hungrily, hands roaming your body.

"We're not done, baby," you whisper, pulling off your own clothes quickly.

You position yourselves carefully, legs tangled, pussies pressing together. The first slide of her hot, slick folds against yours makes you both moan. She's still sensitive from coming, so when you start grinding, rolling your hips so your clits catch against each other, she jerks.

"Ah… that's… nghh intense," she groans, but she grabs your thigh and pulls you closer, matching your rhythm.

The friction is perfect, wet and slippery, you can feel every little twitch of her body, the way her strong thighs flex as she rocks against you. Her clit grazes with your perfectly, your pussy lips kissing as you take control over her once again.

You reach down to hold her hip, guiding her movements. "God, Toji, you're so fucking hot like this."

Your voices mix in breathy moans and whines. She tries to keep some control, muttering curses under her breath, but soon she's a total mess. Her head falls back, full tits bouncing with each grind, nipples hard and begging for attention again.

"Shiit, ah! H-how are you soooo good at this?" she whines, voice cracking as she grinds harder, chasing the feeling.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that, baby," you tell her, giving her left tit a rough squeeze before picking up your pace.

Her desperation makes you even wetter. You speed up, the slick sounds filling the room along with her growing whimpers. She's trembling, fingers digging into your skin as another orgasm builds fast. You lean forward, sucking on one of her tits while you keep scissoring,

Toji comes with a broken moan, body shaking hard against yours. Her pussy pulses, flooding warmth between you, the feeling drags you right over with her. You collapse together in a sweaty, sticky tangle, both breathing hard.

She stares at the ceiling for a minute, then turns to you looking a little bit shy. "That was way better than I thought it'd be. You really know what you're doing down there."

You laugh softly, tracing a finger along her arm. "Told you I'd help. How long did you say you're staying like this again?"

She smirks, pulling you closer. "Long enough for round two, probably."

THREE DAYS LATER

You were sure you fell asleep with Toji's big and beautiful breast inside your mouth after a long session of sucking them in her lap while she played with your pussy, but when you wake up, your mouth is empty. Still, you can feel her arm under your head as a pillow and the warmth of her body.

You rub your eyes, yawning and stretching as you sit up a little. When you finally get to see clearly, your face fills with horror.

Toji is back to normal.

No beautiful breasts, no gentle and soft curves, NO PUSSY. That was the best pussy you've ever tasted in years, what are you going to do without it?

"Toji!" you say, voice higher than you mean it.

He blinks his eyes open, staring at you with his eyebrows furrowed. "Huh?"

"Get out."

"What?"

"GET OUT, YOU HAVE A DICK AGAIN."

a/n: a little warm up before i start writing my long femtoji fic

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Law honestly had no idea what to do in this situation. At all. How does a captain, stuck as the opposite gender, go about asking one of two of his only female crewmates about feminine urges. Feminine urges even as a doctor he could not have fully understood without having the body of a woman.

You seemed like the obvious choice to go to. He's seen you with girls before, right? Women stumbling to your cabin and promptly leaving a mess. Not to mention, leaving him completely dumbstruck and flustered, because how long have you been doing this and how good are you, exactly!?

Normally, he'd tell you off, like any other time he'd catch a crewmate sneaking in strangers for a quick fuck. But he didn't. And he never knew why.

Until now.

He's standing in front of the door to your room, hesitating to knock on the door. It's been a day after the fight and he's still, well, stuck as a woman. He's frustrated. Angry. Embarrassed. What the fuck is happening!?

He lets out a sigh and musters up a solid three knocks. A beat goes, and then your door creaks open. And wow, was there a sight to see. Law, in all his —her— glory, looking down at you with a slight tint of red on her cheeks. She's beautiful, and you hadn't realized until she was right in front of you. Her tattoos look delicate on her skin, her supple chest straining against the white tank top she adorns.

"Captain! Can I help you?" You giggle, batting your eyes. You know she caught you staring. You don't care.

"You fuck women, don't you?" She spits monotonously at you. You nearly double over in laughter. "How forward! Let me take you out to dinner at least!" You smirk, leaning forward.

"Don't act dumb." God, Law's a bitchy girl isn't she? You grab her wrist and lead her into your room. "Okay, yeah. So what." You huff, eyeing your captain.

"I," Law starts, a little embarrassed. "You.. Show me." Your eyes shoot out, and you manage to sputter a 'WHAT!' as you flop on your bed.

"You heard me!" She barks, arms crossed as she advances towards you. "The fuck Law!? You think because you're a woman now that you can be some girl pervert?" You accuse her, pointing a finger into her chest.

"No! I just," She's defeated. There's really not an excuse. Since she's been turned, though, she's felt so frustrated and angry. You can read her like a book.

"Oh."

You smirk, grabbing her wrist and leading her onto your bed. "I'll treat you. Get against my pillows." She complies, still a little embarrassed to be in this situation.

"Could you take off your pants?" She nods, wiggling out of her jeans, which takes some effort. Damn. Your breath hitches as you come face to face with her pussy. "No undies huh?" ... "No shit. My boxers are too big at the moment." She rolls her eyes. Yeah, that's still Law all right.

You bring a finger up to her clit to test how sensitive she is, starting to rub slowly. "How's that feel? You've never felt this before, huh." Law's thighs attempt to close at the feeling of your finger, but you hold them open. "Feels nice." She admits.

You smile, lowering your head to lick a stripe along her slit. You feel her shudder as you put her legs over your shoulders. She looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, already looking absolutely debauched. You dive in, pressing sloppy kisses to her cunt and tracing her hole with your index finger. "Oh, fuck." She groans, clutching the sheets when you slip a finger into her pussy.

"And, I bet it feels really good when I do this, right?" You start to curl your finger inwards, looking for that spongy spot that makes girls squeal. "This is the G-spot, but I'm sure you already knew that." You mumble, diving back into her pussy. You slip another finger in and start to go in and out with the rhythm of your slurping. "Don't you dare stop that." Law barks, groaning at every little touch on that special spot. You mumble a mhmm, which sends vibrations right through her core. "Oh, I'm." She pants, "Something's.. I'm gonna come." You vocalize another approving mumble, giving her a shock of pleasure. You speed up your fingers plunging inside her, and circle your tongue around her clit.

You feel her spasm around your fingers, and are met with a surprise when she drenches your face. You pull away from her pussy and slow down your fingers, gradually bringing her down. "Wow."

"I did not know I would do that." Law admits, still flustered from her orgasm. You sit up to wriggle out of your own pants. "No shit." You crawl over to her, straddling her hips. You reach out an arm to tug on her tank top, signaling that you want it off. She brings it over her torso and you're breathless. You have never really taken a chance to admire Law's tattoos until now. Every intricate line around the curves of her breasts.

You move back a little to bring one of her legs spread to the side, angling your pussy over hers. You look at her through your lashes, a silent gesture to see how she feels. She gives you a slow blink back, giving you the go ahead. You grind down onto her pussy, finding a rhythm as you reach up to fondle one of her tattooed breasts. "Mm, fuck." You moan, picking up pace a bit and alternating angles to rub against her cunt.

You're absolutely taken aback when, in the midst of your grinding, she props herself up onto her elbows to slide her hands under your shirt. "Law!" You moan, still slotting your slits against each other's. She tears off your shirt and latches onto your nipple, swirling her tongue around it as you rut against her insatiably. "I'm," huff "I'm supposed to be treating you!" you spit out, whining when your clit catches along hers. "Mmf." Is all she says back, with those dark lidded eyes.

She bucks her hips up to meet yours, both rutting against each other now in the race for orgasmic bliss. She releases your nipple with a pop, letting out a deep groan. "I'm not gonna make it much longer. You're a damn good fuck." She sighs, grinding up against you. "Me neither!" You moan, leaning forward to pant. She lurches her head towards you, bringing you into a sloppy kiss. Your rutting becomes choppy as you feel yourself coming, moaning into Law's mouth. She follows shortly after, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you slotted against her pussy. "Oh, fuck."

You crawl off of her to head to your bathroom, dampening a cloth with water to clean the two of you up.

But when you come back into your room, you're not met with the nude girl you just fucked. No, you're met with the nude guy you technically just fucked. Your fucking captain. And he's met with one of his crewmates. Post-orgasm clarity hit the two of you hard, apparently.

"So, let's not talk about this again?"

Get on her sweet, caring side, that is.

The young assistant who joined the company only a few months ago suddenly became the centre of her attention.

Your first day at a company would be treated as a total failure by most of your coworkers. With a miniskirt wrapped around your hips, its hem barely brushing your middle thighs, and a red bra showing through the white shirt. Long socks covered your legs up to the knees, giving your thighs a little squish.

You... didn't look bad. But also did not look corporate-like.

When Utahime saw you, she almost had a heart attack. Shoko, the menager, told you to send a prayer.

"Boss pays close attention to proper attire," she said, tugging at your skirt. "So I wish you good luck."

And thus, on the first day, after getting accustomed to your teammates and managers, you finally went to the lion's den.

The nicely manicured hand knocked on the milky-glassed door, and when a low come in, slipped from the room, you pushed the handle with a squeezed throat.

And then... you saw her.

Your knees nearly buckled, heart fluttered with warmth filling your chest, and mind suddenly went blank.

As the woman who sat behind the desk must have truly been a descendant of a Goddess herself. Lavender eyes traced your body, dark locks smooched her cheeks and lips, crimson red, curving into a little smile.

The white shirt was tight around her chest, and a single thin necklace nestled between her plush breasts. Long cherry nails tapped on the desk, filling the silent room.

"Close the door, sweets," she said, taking in the sudden warmth that hit your cheeks.

With a shy oh, you pushed the heavy glass, separating you two from the commotion and whispers outside. Her office was mostly made of glass walls, but the milkiness of their structure allowed for a bit of privacy.

On the one side, it certainly was good.

But on the other hand, you felt ashamed of the wetness beginning to pool in your panties. The heat bubbling in your stomach, fingers fiddling with the edge of your skirt, and only now did you realise how truly short it was.

"Good morning boss, I'm your n-new assistant," fuck, of course your voice failed you when it shouldn't!

Suguru hummed, finally standing up. Long legs, wrapped in loose trousers, moved in front of the desk before she leaned against its edge, head tilted.

Your figure didn't escape the heavy gaze for even a second, and so you wriggled awkwardly in place, trying to cover your naked thighs with miserable attempts.

"Come a bit closer, I don't bite," she chuckled, and the smoothest melody curled around your ears.

You walked towards her, cheeks burning and eyes unable to look away as her plump thighs spread when she sat on a desk. Thick and meaty, you wished to bite into them with a delicious moan, before slipping up to–oh dearst heavens!

You shouldn't have such nasty thoughts about your boss!

With fingers lightly pinching your thighs, just to wake yourself up for the delirious, lustful dream, you finally stood in front of her.

The sweet fragrance of her perfume tickled your nose, and a devil perched on your arm whispered minx-like temptations to lean in and lick the sweetness of her milky neck.

Oh, perhaps you should consider resigning immediately.

"So you're my new assistant, hm?" she asked, noticing the red lace bra peeking through your shirt.

"I am, boss." You noticed her gaze and mentally slapped yourself. You may or may not have forgotten to do the laundry. "I'm s-sorry, I'll work on my attire. It's just that this morning–"

But Suguru just giggled, reaching for your skirt and tugging at the hem. As her fingers brushed your thighs, you were grateful for the extra pair of panties in your bag, since the ones you wore were too soaked to last the day.

"It's okay, sweets. Your attire is perfectly fine," she said, lavender eyes mingling like little stars.

Your lips parted, and you were nearly certain she could hear the rapid beat of your heart. Pounding as if it were about to cause a cardiac arrest any second.

"Oh," slipped quietly, as your gazes crossed. "Manager Shoko said–"

"It doesn't matter what she said. I like your skirt," and before you could respond, she straightened up, towering at least a head taller. "You can get back to work now. I'll call if I need anything."

And thus, since that day, Suguru, for the first time, seemed to be bewitched.

Maybe it was the loveliness of your face, or maybe the way your soft voice wrapped around her senses in the most pleasurable way.

The employees soon noticed the special treatment she seemed to shower you with – your favourite coffee waiting on your desk each morning, a pair of new heels under your desk since you broke the other pair the other day, and a workload much lighter than your teammates'.

Your desk was placed right next to Suguru's office, yet still within the shared area. As a result, people who had always taken the utmost pleasure in not seeing the boss for a whole day now seemed to walk on eggshells.

As Suguru slipped from her office much more often than she used to. Only to come to your desk and have a little, lovely chitchat as if nothing in this world mattered more than hearing your chipper at least five times a day.

Sometimes she would invite you to lunch, and other times she shooed away Satoru, whose crystal gaze quickly noticed the new sweet assistant. Her closest, most irritating friend, who took a special pleasure in flirting with you in the nastiest, cheeks-heating ways.

And when you got more comfortable, noticing that Suguru seemed as interested in you as you were in her... the big flirtation war had started.

You – bending in front of her desk, because, oh, boss, it seems you dropped a pen! Miniskirt lifting up to show your red laced panties with a little wet spot right on your pussy.

Her – flushing cherry red, wriggling on the leather chair in an uncomfortable manner, and throwing another pen right in front of her eyes.

You – coming to her with each silly problem, just to chirp foolishly like a sweet birdie and look at her with round, doe eyes.

Her – coming to your desk and bending over, until the heavy breasts pressed against your arm and lips were mere millimetres from your heated ear.

You – flirting back with Satoru, biting your lip with a giggle.

Her – inviting you to her office after hours, only to fuck you like a madwoman with a long, pinkish strapon.

Your ass red from all the gentle slaps, tits pressed to her desk, and tears rolling down your cheeks whenever the round her smooched your cervix.

She would lean in and lick a long stripe up your spine, just to leave crimson kisses across your heated skin.

"Do you like to see me jealous, sweets?" Her voice curled around your earlobe as she shoved the silicone toy up to your belly.

Nothing but wet squelches and your moans filled her dark office as you tried to keep yourself steady on her desk. With fingers gripping the edge and hips rolling back, just to meet her every brutal thrust.

"Mmm," a cry fell past your lips, as her fingers slipped down your hips and flickered over your swollen clit. "B-Boss, I–ahhh–I'm s-sorry!"

She chuckled, rolling the hardener bud between her fingers. "Are you? It seemed you enjoyed yourself quite a lot."

With a single move, she rolled you over. Back pressed to the desk, thighs glued to the chest, till she pushed you into a mean, mating press.

"No, I–fuck–I didn't," another cry rolled as she pushed the dildo even deeper.

Till her hips met yours and tight cunt moulded under the thick, drenched toy. The sight of her full hips and jiggling breasts made your head spin. Saliva trickled down your chin, and she brushed it away with a low giggle.

"So you think my eyes are lying?" She leaned in until her heavy breasts pressed against yours. "Tell me, sweetie, do you think your boss is lying? Or maybe you just want to get fucked stupid in front of Satoru, hm? I think she would be quite happy–ah!"

A low, satin moan slipped past her lips as your fingers rolled her nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze. She looked utterly beautiful, bewitching, with crimson lipstick smeared on her cheek and a little heart twinkling behind her eyes.

Her pace was maddeningly ruthless, pumping you full with a thick cock and melting you beneath her fingers. She soon cut her three nails short, only to have a better time with your always drenched cunt.

As when she wasn't fucking you mad with a silicone cock – she had your spread on her office sofa.

With you sucking on her breasts and her pumping all three digits deep into your swollen pussy. Raven hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, and her teeth bit down on lower lip whenever you moaned around her hardened bud.

"Mommy–mmm–you taste so fucking good," a whimper hit her sensitive breasts as you slurped at the heaviness of her breasts.

The fat was spilling from between your fingers, sweet buds deep in your throat, as she bent her fingers to hit your sweet spot.

"Am I?" she asked, brushing a loose strand of your hair with another hand. "You would love to drink mommy's milk, wouldn't you?"

A quick nod shook your head as you allowed your face to get squished between her breasts. "Mhm, I wish you would get pregnant so I could suck on your tits every single day."

You soon left her breasts, only to go down, and down, tracing wet kisses across her belly, hips, till finally folding her legs to bury yourself in the sweetness of her cunt.

Nothing turned you on more than seeing her always so serious face twisted in pleasure, as you drank the hefty juices dripping down your throat. Your lips wrapped around her swollen clit, and two fingers slipped inside to feel the warm walls clench around your digits.

You loved feeling her thick thighs wrap around your head – pulling you closer, cutting off the air until you could breathe and eat nothing but the creaminess of her pussy. She tasted oh so heavenly, making your own cunt drench on the sofa and thighs clench in painful need.

"Mhm, sweets, you're doing so well," she purred, brushing your hair. "My cute little assistant."

You looked up to her with teary eyes, brows furrowed in pleasure. "Do you feel good, mommy?"

Your lips sucked on her clit, and she bent into a delicious arc. "So good, fuck, come on sweetie, make me cum."

You nodded, pumping your fingers faster, meaner. Hitting her spot with every bent, slurping on the clit till her walls finally clenched hard around your digits and sweet ambrosia gushed down your throat.

You drank everything she gave you. With crossed eyes and juices dripping down your chin, overstimulating her pussy with a maddening pumping.

Till she finally needed to rip you away and pull closer, only to close your lips in a messy, drenched kiss. With plush lips smooching yours and a heavy fragrance wrapping around your senses.

As she tugged at your hair to pull you back, only a silver thread connected your swollen lips.

"Am I a g-good assistant?" you cried, feeling her thumb brush your heated cheek.

A sly smile tugged on her lips as he tilted her head. "Of course, sweetie. A fucking employee of the month."

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no one came to visit you. not friends, not family, just an occasional deer and fox that leave their friendly marks on the dirt surrounding your home, always near the blooming june flowers. 

though, you couldn’t say they were the ones who left a beat-up cardboard box on your porch.

you had yet to touch it, because that had meant bringing it inside, opening it, and seeing whatever the fuck it was. 

and nothing about an anonymous delivery with no return address, at your cabin in the middle of the damn woods, screams good news. 

especially when you’ve done your best to remain off the grid, and away from everyone that once knew you. those girls most importantly. what happened out there, stayed out there; that’s what she told you. 

the words that left shauna shipman’s mouth after you were rambling in your hospital bed that you do like her—like like her—your heartbroken self trying to keep what you two had before they found you.

the long romantic nights in your shared hut, whether that meant physical or simply holding her after she was comfortable enough to cry to you. 

that wasn’t often, shauna feared vulnerability. 

you guess that’s why she couldn’t face her feelings for you when there was a such thing as being in the public eye. why she kept whatever she still felt for you, a secret.

you, her secret. 

drunken sleepovers that made her feel alive again. locking you in the bedroom of some rando’s party. parking at the beach at night when it was just you and her and the water and the moon.

that didn’t last. she had jeff, and you had no one, just the weight of feeling like a burden. 

you had moved away quietly just a year ago. not a word was said to anyone because they would just try to talk you out of it. thinking it was some fucked up response to your trauma, moving to a remote location, your only neighbors being the trees and passing animals. 

maybe it was, or maybe it was just a cheap buy and a desperate urge to get away from everything. 

although, that didn’t mean you could truly leave the past, in the past. 

you get up from your dining chair, no longer able to occupy yourself with the latest flashy magazine you picked up in town, forcing yourself to walk to your front door. 

you open it, and the wind chimes hung on your porch greet you, the metal echoing while the sun sets over the cabin. the package is still sitting at the top of the steps, taunting you.

before you step outside, your eyes scan the area, from the tall vibrant green trees around your home, to whoever could be stalking behind them. there’s no one and nothing, so you push the screen door, the warm breeze hugging you when you walk over and grab the box, not wasting time to get back inside.

you bring it to the table, using a dull knife to cut through the messy tape, a scowl on your face at the idea of something gross being inside. 

luckily, it’s not.

it’s a vhs tape, no note, no other random object in the box, just that alone. eerie, and oddly intriguing. you slowly walk to the room over, kneeling before the boxed tv that’s currently on a broadcast of an old game show. the laughter from the speakers cuts off when you switch the channel, inserting the tape into the player beside you.

you should be more hesitant, more worried, but you were now way too fucking curious. the screen is static at first, then plain darkness with muffled voices. 

that goes on for nearly a minute before the camera is seemingly tossed on a mattress, facing a wall.

shauna’s wall, her bedroom, and her voice in the background. then, she emerges in the frame, laying back on her bed with her elbows propping her up. 

she wears a toothy grin and eyes something off-camera like she’s looking at meat. then you hear yourself.

“why would you fucking invite him?”

you sound pissed, and shauna seems to take enjoyment in it, still smiling like an asshole. typical. 

“jeff literally passes out before the family guy theme song ends, chill.”

you turn the volume up, the approaching night causing the temperature to drop and the breeze to pick up, the wind chimes growing louder outside your windows. 

“yeah, okay,” you laugh dryly, “i should’ve just gone out with natalie instead of this bullshit.”

“you still can, you know? i mean you’re fucking dressed for it.”

the smile had dropped from shauna’s face the moment you mentioned the other yellowjacket, her dark eyes seemingly scanning your figure still away from the camera, while the angered words spewed from her pink lips. 

it goes silent. almost like the camera had broken, and didn’t pick up any audio.

you shift uncomfortably, noticing the way her pixelated face softens and she frowns with a pout. the switch; what she pulled in every argument that got you to shut up when you locked eyes with her doe ones. you predict the next words that leave her lips.

“i’m sorry, okay? c’mere…”

she was always sorry. always for a different reason, and you never once questioned her if she ever truly was; you liked to believe so. you feel pity for yourself, watching you emerge into frame, in that fucking dress she had gifted you.

it was a mint green with tiny white flowers—one that seemed familiar as if you’d seen it in her closet. though, shauna had never worn it. 

you stood before her, and shauna dramatically pouted, her palm on the back of your thigh, pulling you into her lap and slipping beneath the material of the dress.

shauna wanted you to see this. to see her hands traveling on the sacred parts of your body and her mouth on your neck; eyes locking momentarily with the camera lenses. you hate her. she’s not here, and you haven’t seen her in so fucking long, but you swear you hate her. 

you hit stop on the vhs player, the television screen now blue and reflecting off of your flustered face. 

you didn’t need to watch it to remember it. that sleepover took place once your therapy started working and your family stopped coddling you so damn much. things had gone back to a somewhat normal and you thought one night with shauna would be fine. good, even.

you hadn’t known that making out with her until jeff showed up with a pizza, would lead to an argument that would cause you both to stop talking to each other. 

you’d bring up her worst habits; like cheating when you could just fucking be together, and she’d say the meanest shit to you to get a reaction, and remove the burning spotlight from herself. 

how could she ever date someone as pathetic as you? as boring? you didn’t answer her when she asked that.

she had ended it her hot headed rant with ‘you aren’t special.’

the words that were drilled into your head until the weeks passed and you left her, and that town, behind.

and out of everyone, shauna fucking shipman was the first to find you.

it hits you at once, she came here and you didn’t even notice. 

the goosebumps rise on your skin, the metal of the wind chimes clinging with a force. your head turns immediately, eyes peering into the darkness that's outside your windows. 

you’re not as pathetic as she thinks. 

you get up, walking with hurried steps to your dimly lit room, though you don’t need the warm lamp beside your bed to see beneath it. you know exactly where it is, the shotgun you purchased not even a week of living out here. surely not the safest spot but easy access.

you bend down and grab it, not yet adjusting the safety as you follow your footsteps back to where the tv is still blue, turning and heading towards the door. you turn the porch light on, and exit the home, keeping the weapon pointed while you study your surroundings. 

you think you should shout something; especially when a branch snaps to the left of your porch, but you remain mute. you even take a few steps forward, and down the stairs, holding a hardened face and scanning the forest with the gun. 

a minute passes, and then two, and nothing greets you. not a scared deer or a protective mother bear or a terrorizing shauna shipman. 

the nerves in your system don’t settle, and you nervously turn back around and rush into your small home; where the television screen is no longer blue, and playing the fucking homemade movie.

you don’t let the scene play out, briefly catching a glimpse of her mouth attacking your neck before you unplug the television completely, leaving the screen foggy and dark, with the shadow of two figures reflecting in it.

“that’s lame—you were just getting to the good part.”

you hear her before you see her. part of you doesn’t even want to turn around and face her, to acknowledge shauna is here and not in your nightmares and dreams. you don’t lower your gun, if anything you keep it lined with her chest when you do force yourself to look at her.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” 

“i missed you?” shauna says so casually, as if the tension in the cabin was one-sided, or nonexistent completely. she doesn’t even care that you’re pointing a weapon at her—she knows you wouldn’t use it—and she moves away from the door, taking a seat on the couch. legs spread and eyes locked on you.

shauna doesn’t look much different from the last day you saw her; maybe with less makeup and longer hair. she ditched her light clothes for a dark long sleeve and pants similar in shade, and heavy boots rather than the flats jeff likes seeing her wear. she notices the steady trail of your eyes, leaning back in the cushion.

“you don’t think it’s like…stockholm-y to be out here?” 

“i like it.”

her mouth opens, then shuts, a hummed laugh.

“yeah,” she mumbles, “i bet you do.”

you bite your tongue, and there’s a beat of silence.

“must be nice,” shauna speaks quietly, daring to remove her eyes from you to inspect your home, fingertips trailing the arm of the couch, “to just…leave.”

“didn’t really feel welcomed back at home,” you mutter, and it’s not rocket science to figure out you’re talking about her, not the occasional judgmental eyes or unwanted sympathy you received at the mall. 

she ignores the passive aggressive comment, narrowing her gaze, “you left me behind…so fucking easy for you, too.”

shauna earns a short chuckle from yourself; because you couldn’t help but find it hilarious that she’s somehow the victim here. the narrative that she’s your precious lover that you left in the dust with a smile—when you cried to yourself the first damn night you were miles away.

“that what you came out here for?” you ask, lowering your gun until it points to the scratched-up wood floor, “to throw a pity party?”

“i deserve it after what you did to me,” shauna mutters, making your jaw slightly drop at the sheer audacity shipman had. you couldn’t say you were the best girlfriend, but holy fuck.

sure, you’d blame the shit that happened out there, solely on her, like you weren’t stood firmly by her side when she insisted on staying in the woods. and yeah, she’d beg to see you because you were the only one that understood her, and you’d ignore her calls and keep your door locked when she showed up unexpectedly.

but, shauna was worse. that’s what you tell yourself.

you shake your head, and point your finger, “i did you a favor by fuckin’ leaving—a-and you have him.” 

“i never wanted him and you out of everyone know that.”

shauna gets up now, and her height doesn’t play a factor in how she seems to tower you. that’s just her when she got like this; pissed. 

“i needed you,” her voice raises, stepping around the coffee table before her, but not yet closer to you. she’s being smart about this—catching her emotions bleed through her tone and gulping, blinking fast. 

she pays no mind to the pain ripping through her chest, resisting the urge to scream how fucking badly losing you had hurt, and how selfish you are for not caring. you expect the switch, and her demeanor does indeed shift, but it’s not the kind eyes and light voice. 

she slowly walks over, a hint of a grin on her face, watching you dare to raise the shotgun at her. you can only shuffle in place nervously when she’s right in front of you, pressing herself into the barrel. 

“think you can do it?” she teases, testing you despite knowing the outcome.

“i just want you to leave, shauna—and not fucking come back,” you tell her, voice wavering and your stare trailing to the center of her chest, where your gun rests. you don’t even sound convincing to yourself.

“think you want a little more than that.”

her hand finds the top of the gun, gripping it at once, observing the way your pretty lips frown while the weapon sways. she truly did miss this. 

how not only was it the fear that coursed through you, it was excitement. a quick widening of your eyes as they begin to mirror her darkened ones, letting her take full control of the gun now. 

it’s why you connected with shauna shipman in the first place. you’re not that different.

the shotgun is now pointed at you, her head tilting to your kitchen. she demands, “walk.”

you obey. with soft steps, your feet carry you to the room over, barely making it in the archway before you felt the cool metal pressing into your backside, into the thin material of your lavender nightgown.

she pushes you to the small brown dining table in the middle of the room, though the weapon was more so encouragement than force. you bend over the surface without her having to ask, your face tilted sideways on the wood grain.

shauna is already high on euphoria at how easily you let go of any personal fucking ‘morals’ you claim to have, giving yourself up for her the way people do to their beloved gods. as if you never even parted ways. if only. she thinks she’d have somehow gotten you pregnant by now, had she continued to have access to you. 

you’re just so beautiful, she thinks, putting the gun beside your head, gently stroking the side of your temple with her thumb. she only sees you in photos now, or envisions the common scowl on your face mid argument. but you like this, waiting for her, yearning for her; fucking angelic.

shauna roughly pushes your nightgown up, pulling down your underwear, nearly drooling at the sight. the plus side about you being out here, meant you were alone—no one to feel you in the ways she pictures before bed. 

“you know,” she begins, holding back a laugh at the way you huff to yourself, already so damn eager for her, “i told you i missed you…you didn’t say shit back.” 

you don’t respond, nearly twitching the moment her fingers find their way between your thighs, trailing up the skin, and to the most sensitive part.

you sigh, two fingers rubbing precisely in a circular motion with ease; your underwear had grown damp moments ago. another thing so easy for shauna. 

“and that’s weird—because…” she leans over you, her hips pressing against your own while her weight is on your back.

her fingers suddenly leave your clit, swiping against your pussy, and she holds her hand up, just inches from your face. she’s forcing you to watch it glisten. 

she tries to humiliate you, snickering, “seems like you do.”

shauna doesn’t expect you to grab her wrist, pull her closer, and wrap your lips around her fingertips, pushing your head down upon them. she gulps, a raspy ‘fuck,’ muttered near your ear—before she suddenly bites it, and reconnects her hand to your cunt.

you gasp when she wastes no more time, entering two fingers still coated with your spit inside of you, moving them as if she’s trying to remember what you felt like. you’re squeezing her, groaning her name, and shauna can confirm this is what heaven is. 

not fucking pure white clouds and a golden gate like jeff’s parents insist to her—it’s your warmth. in every way that had meant. 

she slowly pulls out, both of you exhaling, before she starts to pump them into you.

her wrist is angled in the most perfect way, that her index finger is prodding at that soft and special spot inside you; the lonely cabin filled with the lewd sounds of her fucking you and ragged breaths. 

your heavy eyelids are focused on the gun in front of your face, shauna’s hand still on it while her other one is roughly working below your waist. you have to stretch your arms over to the edge of the table, attempting to stop sliding with each thrust—not from her fingers, but rather her pelvis pushing into your ass. 

“say it,” she breathes, “tell me you missed me.”

again, you ignore her, only paying attention to the way she was fucking you with no mercy.

her hand frees from the weapon to the base of your neck; a delicate hold with a careful squeeze.

you groan, “i did—i did, shauna.”

she smiles with cocky satisfaction, before occupying her lips on the backside of your shoulder, sinking her teeth into you in sync with her fingers.

you’re clenching around her now; shauna moaning into your flesh at the sensation, slowing down her movements to really feel you. 

you’re so close, you weakly try to hump her hand, to increase the speed she’s suddenly lacking. shauna laughs at you this time because you’re too intoxicated on her to care. 

“missed you real fuckin’ bad.”

the words leave your mouth like a hushed sin, raw and honest, and probably something you’ll regret once you come down from this high. shauna is fucking thriving. 

“should’ve come sooner,” she says, picking up her pace, earning the most heavenly cry from you when she pushes her fingers deep and presses hard. “you just looked so peaceful out here…all alone.”

your blurry vision, somewhat steadies, back onto the gun, replaying what she had just told you again in your head. but it’s too late, your mind goes fuzzy and your legs go limp, whimpering her name when she brings you to that sweet edge. 

“c’mon,” she whispers from behind you, “fucking give it to me.”

you feel her fingers slide out of you, focusing once again on your clit, rubbing harsh and sloppy circles that make you see stars. shauna could never forget your body, or how to treat it, it’s her favorite place.

her hips continue to grind into you, teeth nipping at the back of your neck, tickling a sweet spot while you tremble head to toe.

“ssshauna.”

it comes out a very bleak warning, shauna humming but not letting up between your legs. you swear the table she has you bent over will have your nail marks in it, scratching down the surface, shutting your eyes while her hand tightly clutches your throat. 

she pulls you up—you can hardly even stand—her grip from nearly choking you is keeping you from collapsing. you’re leaning your weight on her body, still trapped between her and the table, the woman now silent as she brought you to another orgasm.

and it happens fast…for the both of you. shauna couldn’t help it, you felt too perfect squirming against her, and you use her name like your only prayer—she missed this way too damn much.

she has to taste you. she earned it, after all.

with a long trailed stroke on your pussy, she brings her fingers to her salivating mouth, sucking on them and not wasting a single drop of you. her eyes shut in bliss, wishing this could last forever. 

then, she snuggles her head into the crook of your neck, an innocent kiss compared to what she had just done.

for a few minutes, the cabin is still, and shauna holds you while you both come down from your high. that is, until you slip from her arms, tugging your underwear back up and fixing your nightgown. her fixated stare doesn’t leave you, and you turn around to meet it.

“…you knew i was here.”

shauna blinks at you, walking away, opening one of the cabinets in the kitchen. she grabs a glass cup, conveniently knowing where they were located, and fills it at the sink.

“i mean, i’m here, aren’t i?”

you bite your tongue, your eyes not leaving hers while she gulps the water down. the faulty wiring in the old cabin makes itself known, the lights flickering once more, a heavy gust of the night breeze flowing through the windows. 

“shau—” “how about i run you a bath? with those bubbles you like, hm?”

you don’t get the chance to reply, subtly flinching when she hits the glass on the counter to set it down. with a soft smile, she walks toward you, halting her steps to kiss the apple of your cheek. you start to turn your head, and she grips your chin, tilting your jaw to her.

you’re upset, she knows this, you get stubborn.

deep down, you won’t admit why, but shauna doesn’t need a verbal confirmation from you. she hears you, crying out her name in the darkness of your bedroom, windows open like it was a fucking beckoning.

keeping old polaroids of you together on your nightstand to hold when you needed her. because no matter how many times you scream and shout that you hate shauna shipman—you love her so much more—so deeply and there’s simply no way you could ever stop.

you know what she’s capable of, the sick shit that happened in those woods that she fucking loved. you’ve seen her at her worst and her cruelest and you don’t care.

you’re upset shauna hadn’t made her presence known sooner.

you close your eyes when shauna kisses you, your fists balling around the fabric of her black shirt. it’s not rushed, not at all messy, shauna’s mouth is practically eating yours with a slow hungry passion.

it transports you to the past, and for a moment, there is no bad. not even the kind that you accepted and tolerated and took depraved amusement in. it’s just two people that love each other for who they are, no matter what.

the world unpauses when her tongue stops moving with yours.

shauna pulls away, and continues to the bathroom, walking down the hall and glancing back at you, waiting for you to follow. 

you were called downstairs in the morning, and just outside the elevator, you met dr. al—hashimi, who asked you to come with her to help with an abandoned child.

"does she has a name?" you asked, catching a glimpse of yolanda, but before you could even smile, baran placed her hand on your lower back, leading you toward the pediatric ward.

"jane doe. her vitals have stabilized, but i… wanna make sure."

you both walked inside together, and then you noticed a little girl fidgeting restlessly in her crib. baran stayed by your side for a while before her pager goes off. she leaves, promising to return in a bit. after one last glance at her, you fuss with the child for a few more minutes, making sure there are no problems or life-threatening issues.

after finishing, you immediately prepare to leave to return to pediatrics, but something about this girl touches you deeply. so small. so innocent.

"and who abandoned you, princess?" with a heavy sigh, you gently place one arm under her fragile head and the other under her back, lifting the little girl. she squirms in your arms for a few seconds before cooing something incomprehensible and snuggling into the bare patch of your warm chest. some time passes, and you relax, trying to breathe slowly and steadily until quiet footsteps catch your attention.

garcia had been there for several minutes, watching how calmly this troubled child lay in your arms, how you spoke to her as if she were your own. god, it made her chest tighten painfully, her throat dry. you looked so attractive, so tender, that she felt ashamed of her thoughts. "are you peeping, dr. garcia?" you say quietly, turning to her with a bright smile on your face. she swallows hard, maintaining an impassive expression. she walks steadily until her figure towers yours. "it's not every day i see my girlfriend holding an abandoned child in her arms," ​​she says, leaning sideways against the doorway.

"she's adorable, isn't she?" you look at little jane doe again, running your thumb over her cheek. "poor, poor baby…" yolanda's stomach nearly flips as she hears your voice change, taking on a deeper, sweeter tone. she imagines you talking to your own child like that.

"yolo? are you okay?" you tilt your head, looking at her with mild concern, and that look makes her dizzy.

"yeah, i… it's just a shitty shift today, you know," she sighs, pushing away from the doorway to come closer. "have fun with the babies, hermosa. i'll go do adult things." yolanda smiles teasingly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead and gently run her finger down your cheek, making you smile, quietly saying "i love you" as goodbye.

while you're absorbed in your work, garcia's thoughts continue to drift back to the moment she saw you in the children's ward. god, no one had ever made her feel like this, and it was suffocating her…

yolanda's kisses were too dirty, too passionate, she was so loud. her hands roamed your naked body, greedily claiming every inch, not knowing where to linger for more than a few seconds. "fuck, fuck… mi amor..."

her hips slammed against your ass with every thrust, driving the thick strap deeper into your tight pussy until you felt her begin to turn your insides to mush.

the fabric of her jeans scraped against your skin because she didn't even bother to undress, throwing herself at you with a passion you'd never seen before.

"yolo—yolo, oh my god… fuck!" your back arches so hard it lifts off the bed as her hands slide over your biceps femoris before she puts your legs on her shoulders, bending forward and literally folding you in half. the angle forces the strap to sink even deeper, taking your breath away, a ragged cry of pleasure ripping from your chest that leaves you almost choking.

garcia looks down to where her cock disappears inside you, and her stomach twists again. if only it were real. if only she could come inside you, put her baby inside you, and then again and again, until the feeling of carrying her child is imprinted on your body. and then it comes.

"i wanna get you pregnant." your eyes widen, trying to focus on her face and not on how perfectly she's destroying you. "w—what…?"

garcia swallows hard, moving lower, stretching your muscles further until her lips are inches from your ear. "i want you to carry my child, no… my children… all swollen and round with my baby. i wanna make you pregnant, you hear me? i want you to give birth to my child. i want…" her breath catches in her throat as another particularly rough thrust sends shivers of pleasure through her body. god, she was desperate. so were you.

"fuck…" forming thoughts in your head was nearly impossible with the things she was saying and the way she was touching you. loud moans are replaced by silent cries and whines, your hands grabbing her shoulders, sliding to her neck to pull her in for a kiss. you instantly take her tongue into your mouth, letting her take control. kiss, bite, suck until your lips go numb.

"i wanna carry your child…" you whisper against her lips, holding her face close to yours. "i want—oh my god…! i wanna give you as many children as you want…"

yolanda's eyes light up with something darker than passion, something primal, as she moans loudly, attacking your lips again until you feel a metallic taste on your tongue and warm tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks.