leopardseye

should've been me living up to my username up there

you're underneath megan on the couch, her weight pressing you into the cushions in the best way. her hand is tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so she can kiss down your neck. her lips are soft but her grip is firm, and you can feel how wet you're getting just from this, just from her mouth on your throat and her thigh pressed between your legs.

"you're so pretty like this," she murmurs against your skin, and you whimper because you can't help it. "so desperate already."

you try to rock your hips against her thigh but she pulls back, tugging your hair harder. "did i say you could move?"

"no," you breathe out.

"then stay still."

her free hand slides under your shirt, her palm hot against your stomach. she moves higher, higher, until she's cupping your breast through your bra and you're biting your lip hard enough to hurt. she pinches your nipple through the fabric and you arch off the couch despite yourself.

"what did i just say?" her voice is sharp but there's a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

"sorry, i—"

"shh." she kisses you to shut you up, her tongue pushing into your mouth, and you open for her because you always do. her hand leaves your breast to trail down, down, slipping beneath the waistband of your sweatpants. "no underwear? such a good girl."

you don't tell her you were waiting for this. waiting for her.

her fingers slide through your slick and she groans into your mouth. "fuck, you're so wet. is this all for me?"

"yes," you gasp when she circles your clit, slow and teasing. "all for you, megan, please—"

"please what?"

"please let me come."

she laughs, low and warm. "we're just getting started, baby."

she pushes two fingers inside you and you moan. you don't even think about the fact that daniela isn't home. you don't think about anything except the way megan's fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes your vision go blurry.

"that's it," megan coos. "take it."

you hear the front door open.

you freeze, but megan doesn't stop. her fingers keep moving, slower now, like she's savoring it. you turn your head toward the doorway and see daniela standing there, her gym bag dropped at her feet, her eyes wide and fixed on where megan's hand disappears into your pants.

"dani," you manage, your voice thin and wrecked. "i—we—"

"don't stop on my account," daniela says.

her voice is steady but you can see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her chest rises and falls a little faster than normal. she doesn't move from the doorway. doesn't look away.

megan pulls her fingers out of you and you whine at the loss. she sits up, pulling you with her, and turns to face daniela with this lazy smile like this is exactly what she wanted.

"hey, dani." megan's voice is casual. "you're back early."

"forgot my wallet." daniela's eyes flick to you, then back to megan. "looks like i had good timing."

"looks like." megan tilts her head, considering. "you can go get it. or..."

she doesn't finish the sentence. she doesn't have to.

you watch daniela swallow hard. watch her tongue dart out to wet her lips. she's still in the doorway like she's glued there, like she can't make herself leave even though she probably should.

"or?" daniela asks, her voice rougher than before.

"or you can come here." megan pats the spot next to you on the couch. "watch us. or join us. whatever you want."

daniela's quiet for a long moment. you can see her thinking it over, see the want written all over her face even though she's trying to hide it. then she's walking toward you, slow, like she's not sure she should be doing this.

"i've never—" she starts, sitting down on the edge of the couch cushion.

"never what?" megan asks, gentle now.

"never done this. with a girl. with—both of you."

"we'll take care of you." megan reaches out and cups daniela's face, thumbs along her cheekbone. "only if you want us to."

daniela leans into the touch. closes her eyes for a second. when she opens them again, there's something heated there, something sure. "i want you to."

megan kisses her, soft and slow, and you watch daniela melt into it. watch her hands come up to grip megan's shoulders like she needs something to hold onto. you shift closer, pressing yourself against daniela's side, and she breaks the kiss to look at you.

"hey," you say, smiling.

"hey," she echoes, and you kiss her this time, tasting megan on her lips.

megan's hands are already working at daniela's tank top, pulling it over her head while you keep kissing her. daniela makes this desperate sound into your mouth when megan unclasps her bra, and then megan's hands are everywhere, touching and teasing while you swallow every noise daniela makes.

"want me to keep going?" megan asks, her fingers hovering at the waistband of daniela's leggings.

daniela nods frantically. "please, yes, please—"

megan tugs the leggings down and daniela kicks them off, leaving her in just her underwear. you pull back to look at her, really look at her, all smooth skin and flushed cheeks and heaving chest.

"you're so pretty, dani," you tell her, and she blushes harder.

"you too," she manages. "both of you."

megan's fingers slip beneath daniela's underwear and daniela gasps, her head falling back against the couch cushions. you take the opportunity to kiss down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, while megan works her open with the same slow patience she showed you.

"oh shit," daniela moans, her hand finding yours and squeezing tight.

"no cursing," you murmur against her throat, and daniela laughs, half a sob.

"don't be mean," megan says, but she's smiling. she catches your eye over daniela's shoulder and mouths, watch this.

she curls her fingers and daniela nearly sobs, her whole body tensing and then going loose, her grip on your hand almost painful.

"right there?" megan asks, doing it again.

"fuck, yes, right there, don't stop—"

you lean up to kiss daniela again, swallowing her sounds while megan builds her up higher and higher. you can feel how close she's getting from the way her thighs are shaking, the way her breathing keeps catching.

"megan, please, i need—"

"i know what you need." megan's thumb finds daniela's clit and daniela cries out, her back arching off the couch. "you need to come for us. can you do that?"

daniela nods, not able to form words anymore. you kiss her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth while megan works her over, and then she's coming apart between you, her whole body shaking as she pulses around megan's fingers.

"that's it," megan coos. "good girl, dani, such a good girl."

when daniela finally goes still, breathing hard, megan pulls her fingers out and brings them to her mouth, licking them clean while daniela watches with blown pupils.