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appals I beg you

you messing around with the ‘outcast’ of the school..

heads-up: kinda rushed, violence involved, semi-public (?) sex (closet sex), dry humping, thigh riding, and english’s not my first lang.

— within the gritty school, there was unspoken rules where everyone collectively knew. people were forcefully divided to different types of groups, if they are lucky enough they could be in the same clique as you.

practically a bunch of girls gathered up, exchanging exclusive gossip, following your elegant footsteps, and hanging off each word you utter and spill it ‘accidentally’ in their vocabulary. it was so transparent that everyone worships you, one word against you from a brave soul and they’ll be begging to leave the school next day since even the teachers would turn their backs on them.

unfortunately, megan decided to be proudly herself without a care in the world of what others would say about her. her outfits was a sharp contrast to what others would wear, not so trendy, just.. so her. her raven hair may have a few strands into some ridiculous neon colour where people would undoubtedly make fun of despite getting straight-up ignored by her.

during sports, megan had such a fate to be destined in the same pe group as you. your (not very) subtle glances towards her didn’t go unnoticed, your shoulder forcefully bumping into hers with unneeded strength, or how you would giggle behind your palm to your girls that was so obviously about her.

could she tolerate it like those other losers who’d rather shrink up and cry into their pillows about it? maybe even vent it out to their online friends?

no and that’s what you hate the most about her.

how she was undeterred by your intimidation.

how she stood her fucking ground.

— already having a rougher day than usual, your idiotic friends kept trying to set you up with the most known jock around. who was a guy slow in the head and acts like his oily muscles would make up for it, and that foolish grin you want to slap off badly.

now you were blessed with sports.

of fucking course.

out of all days, it had to be on a friday.

standing poised in a line of awkward students rubbing their dirty shoes against the dried dirt, scraping the rubbery grass by to pass the time as the teacher’s monotone ranting droned on and on—you let a sigh escape you, earning a concerned look from one of your friends.

“girl, you good?” she asked.

you had an awful urge to roll your eyes.

“shut up,” dryly, you huffed.

at least she’s got a hint for now, her eyes snapping forward.

in the mean time, the teacher was listing off names to put into pairs and she had the greatest idea of all time suddenly.

“..and megan and y/n, please.”

the remaining girls’ breath hitched audibly, some even let out a dramatic gasp and the others simply paused in their conversations to get an ear piece of this.

“what?” both of you echoed, equally in sheer horror.

cautiously, you took a step forward and didn’t bother protesting as you approached her like she was some hazardous disease your fingers couldn’t bear to touch.

“really?” megan muttered, her voice painfully flat.

unamused, you didn’t entertain her colourless words. “shut up and just play, i can’t be bothered for your bullshit today.”

taking a ball, you mindlessly kicked it harder than intended towards her to play in a mind-numbing game of where she kicks the ball to you and you repeat the same cycle over and over before the teacher decides it’s enough.

“you’re shit at this,” megan remarked, shooting the ball besides you instead of at you.

your eyes narrowed, giving one of your girls who’s lurking nearby the ball to retrieve it for you—in which she did without a wore uttered.

“fuck you!” you gritted out and with all your might powered in your leg to your feet, you bashed the ball against your shoe and let it dash through the air towards her stupid face.

a sickening thud echoed though accompanied by a pained scream.

satisfied, a smile curled around your lips and you were about to utter something mocking to bash her soul further. “that’s—“

rudely, the teacher dared to interrupt you as she rushed to megan’s side. “y/n, what is wrong with you?” appalled, she gasped out.

you scoffed, your hands landing onto your hips as you stood there with a familiar scowl, analysing the situation critically. “uh, what?”

“take megan to the nurse’s office, immediately.”

you tried protesting, “me? oh hell—“

“now. y/n.”

with a grunt, you marched forward and roughly hauled megan up. “fine then,” and seamlessly your arm loosely looped around the injured woman’s waist, your gaze fixated forward as you both treaded towards the nearest building.

the moment, you two were inside, megan tripped away from your grasp and leaned against the wall for support. “you can go now,” she breathed, wiping her bloodied nose with the back of her hand lazily.

you didn’t like how she dismissed you like that.

“as if,” you insisted, “i’m trying to skip the lesson here, you’re my pathetic excuse so don’t act stubborn with me.”

“don’t bother skipping with me, just go.”

your scowl deepened, “what if i don’t?”

exasperated, megan massaged her temples absently. “then don’t, bitch.”

“don’t fucking call me that!” you exclaimed at her, approaching her with such aggression that it made the woman shrink back instinctively.

“you’re acting like one, so you deserve to be called one.”

and that did it.

next thing you know, your fist is acting upon your intrusive thoughts clashed against each other in your head. all set and ready to ruin that (unfairly so) pretty face up.

barely, megan dodged as she ducked down clumsily. “what the fuck!”

inhaling painfully through her nose, she clenched her fist and your vision blurred instead—a sharp gasp breaking through.

wincing through gritted teeth, you pushed the woman against the wall and tried grasping on her crinkled collar and she whimpered, squirming violently against you to resist your farm grasp upon her body.

“let.. let go!”

“who’s acting like the bitch now?” smugly, your lip curled into a smirk but it smoothened out when megan’s shoe shot out to bash against your shin.

you groaned.

your grip on her weakened drastically, losing your balance as you stumble back on your wobbly feet to crash against the opposite wall—sliding down that painted a pathetic sight of you, on the floor.

where she belonged, not you.

a ghost of a discreet smile drifts above you as she pushes off the wall herself, approaching you slowly, as if savouring the moment itself playing between you two.

“as i said, who’s the bitch now?”

that brought a raging fire in your system more than ever—it was abrupt, all your rationalities stopping to a halt, a hot.. suffocating emotion spurted within your veins, regaining you energy fuelled purely off impulsive thoughts on how to murder her.

extending your arms, you latched onto her shirt and yanked it down where she crashed down before you. heavy breaths escaped through your nose as you made your way on top of her, pulling your arm back to decorate her face with bruises that would make her be ashamed.

megan hissed, jerking her chin to another direction and effectively avoiding your punch that slammed against the floor instead.

“can’t even fucking punch, can you..?” she cackled breathlessly.

“you’ll regret that!” you screamed but megan bucked you off her body harshly, scrambling to her feet and dashed off.

you followed, chasing after her and your arms flailing about to get any sort of grasp on her escaping silhouette.

due to multiple failed attempts, you made a frustrated noise and lunged yourself at her with all your might—making you two land on the floor with a tumble of body forbiddingly tangled within each other’s embrace, and the dawn of darkness blinked upon you two, with a door clicking shut, the finality echoing through the stuffy air.

it pierced through your haze.

you blinked, once, twice.. and thrice.

megan choked, her hands lowering in the moment of being on the verge of strangling you when she realised the same thing.

you two were trapped.

with each other.

“fuck,” you muttered, pulling on your hair as you fell off her.

“your fuckin’ fault,” megan immediately slapped the blame on you, well technically.. it was your fault.

yet you denied it.

that’s the only thing you’re good at.

“shut the fuck up,” you spat.

“no,” megan shook her head almost violently, “you are a selfish, self-centred, narcissistic cunt. someone has to say it.”

“and someone has to beat the shit out of you,” you encountered sharply, getting right into her face.

megan’s eyes narrowed, leaning closer towards you, and your nose briefly nudged together but neither of you noticed the contact.

“you should back off.”

“me? i’m not a fucking pussy like you.” you laughed, the sound devoid of humour and too hallow to be considered anything joyous.

“oh, i’m familiar with pussy after all.”

that made you freeze, your words deliciously coated with venom stuck in your throat.

“whose?” you don’t know why you wanted to know.

so fucking badly.

“why would you want to know?” megan asked, her voice flat.

“because i do. now tell.”

who was the bitch? how did megan dare to be with someone?

let alone a woman?

you wanted to puke.

not out of disgust, spite.. out of something unfamiliar curling around your stomach.

“if i don’t?” the woman beneath you whispered, her voice low, taunting that got on your nerves too easily.

“i-i—i will..” you sputtered, getting cut off.

“do what, baby?” she urged, and now something you absolutely forbade yourself to think about now was looking so tempting now. so.. alluring, ready to lure you towards her.

“a little speechless now, aren’t you?” megan whispered, amused by it all, and her thumb traces your bottom lip.

you blinked, “n-no.”

“y-yes,” she mocked, gently tugging you closer as her fingers curl around your collar.

“fuck this,” you cursed under your breath, leaning in and smashing your lips with hers—greedy already as if starved upon her for way too long, as if you’re acting upon those fantasies that replays on a loophole at late nights.

pleasantly, megan hums against your lips and let you take the lead for now.

fully your thighs were sat on hers and your body pressing insistently against hers—your chests together and arms wrapped around each other.

she could sense your movement on top of her, straddling one of her thighs as your lips moved on her skin, trailing across her jaw before briefly nipping on her bottom lip to entice a mix of a grunt and wince that made you go dizzy.

“needy now..?” she panted, intently analysing each of your movements.

shamelessly, you agreed with an incoherent hum.

who cares right now?

you can deal with the consequences later.

megan gave you a look, it was unreadable as she notices with raised eyebrows when your fingers tucked those shorts down to reveal your soaking panties.

she bit her lip, a blush blooming across her pale skin. “you’re drenched.”

“great observation skills,” sarcastically, you murmured, your hips bucking against her thigh.

megan spreaded her thighs wider to give you more space and comfort to practically hump on her, slouching against the wall, ignoring the unease in her lower back.

“show me how much you want it,” quietly, she prompted and stubbornly crossed her arms—yet her dark eyes laid upon your writhing form clumsily grinding against her tensed thigh, the panties leaving a wet trail of arousal on her skin that nearly made her twitch, but.. she controlled herself.

“fuck, megan,” lazily, her name lolls off your tongue breathlessly, your face falling into the crook of her neck as you held her desperately, your lips mushed and pressing like a reminder on her.

gradually, megan’s arm wraps around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer. “mhm? does it feel good?”

you nodded, non-verbal yet the desperate move of your hips grounding against her thigh harder than before screamed it all.

firmly, she tapped your back with her index finger. “words, baby.”

you whined, either out of irritation or just being so turned on from that, at this point you don’t know anymore. “a-ah.. feels.. feels so good, so fucking good.”

“really? you about to cum?” her free hand trails down to your clothed abdomen to in between your legs. “already?”

frustrated by her teasing, you bit on her shoulder.

megan’s chest vibrated with laughter, her head thrown back and her neck showing—which was taken as an invitation for you to suck and bite on, to get away from such an overwhelming desire on the verge of flooding from your core.

“c’mon, cum for me then.”

that was one of the first times you ever listened to this loser.

moaning pathetically out loud, your eyes fluttered closed in bliss and your hips twitched forward, juices flowing through the thin fabric and undoubtedly some of them leaked on her thigh.

in silence, you panted hard to recover from the postal-orgasm bliss. megan rubbed your back, patting it soothingly to calm you down.

“you needed that, didn’t you? from a loser.. too?”

fem4fem. 2k words.

pairing — bartender!danon x fem!reader

heads-up: not-proof read and quite rushed, mentions of cheating, threesome, semi-public(?) sex, bathroom sex, porn w semi-plot, cunnilingus, making out, fingering, body worship, and boob sucking.

sypnosis ;; "a lemon and lime mojito comin' right up!" sliding across the wooden bar, the words manifested into the hot, humid air lingering in the night as a drink with the mixed yellow and green liquid subtly glowing in the dark appears right before you. still that didn't satisfy your craving that much.

yet two ladies at the back, their clothes contrasting to each other and matching your mojito perfectly led on you wanting more than just a drink.

— on a (very) needed gateway reserved in puerto rico to get some time away from tricky times and such, you found yourself at one of the famous beaches—underneath the painted starry, dark hues cast upon the land with other equally excited tourists lounging about.

relentlessly, your phone dings with notifications piling up from some of your curious friends and your idiotic boyfriend who was one of the main reasons you were here in the first place. 

without him. 

he never fails to irritate you. 

your brows knitted together in mild frustration, absently reading the piles of his paragraphs directed at you for not bringing him along, of how inconsiderate you were and it was crystal clear his pride was deeply wounded. 

dryly snorting at the sheer audacity displayed in his words, you shut your phone off firmly and shoved it in your pocket, strictly now on dnd as you shook your head in disbelief—probably shaking the thoughts off with his ugly face repeatedly popping up. 

now, it was absolutely necessary to drink. preferably, a mojito in which that was one of your favourites.. not like your boyfriend ever knew that despite being glued to your side 25/8. 

your fingers entangled with your strands loosely, toying with it as you chewed on your inner cheek as your eyes lingered on your surroundings—there were many colourful local stores displayed on the beach, their bright signs basically being a siren call to your appetite. 

background music played soothingly, the low tunes disappearing to the cool waves of air blessing your sun-kissed skin as your tensed muscles started to relax by the entire demeanour itself, a lazy smile playing on your lips. 

with a low exhale, you started to sit up and stretch out your body, your back arching slightly before getting on your feet. 

taking your sweet time with putting on your flowery flip flops, a certain bar draws you in. 

was it the pretty drinks shown or the bartender themselves? two, specifically—one beautifully tanned, her long brunette curls effortlessly styled to her lower waist, the tacky, green uniform practically painted upon her body as it fits her to perfection, her sharp gaze fixated on whatever work she was doing with those hands. 

oh, you couldn’t even focus. 

and the other beauty? a softer contrast, her features were as if molded to be fragile, those larger eyes were in a deep dark brown meant to lure others in. it’s like you were supposed to be distracted away from the quite ugly, yellow uniform draped forbiddenly on her. 

certainly, you were. 

subconsciously, your feet led you to the bar, some people were already crowding it yet you slipped through them—going forward and leaning against the counter with your arms crossed underneath your chest. 

as if on an expected cue, one of the women you were eyeing eagerly—the name tag being ‘daniela’ approached you with a subtle twitch on the corner of her lips.  

“what would you like today?” politely, she asked with a tilt of her head. 

you blinked at her, a loss of words already from the very interaction alone. 

“o-oh, um.. a lemon and lime mojito, please.” 

her sharp gaze lingered for a moment too long before she hummed in approval, turning around and yelling, “comin’ right up!” 

pressing your body completely against the hard material, ignoring the ache, you watched the background scenes as if it’s actually entertaining. 

the woman in the ridiculous, yellow uniform was assumingly working on your drink—her fingers moving at a rapid pace that you couldn’t comprehend, your mind drifting off to what those fingers could be capable of instead. 

is she the type to.. 

“here you go, my friend,” it was the same woman you were eyeing, ‘manon’ being her name as it was written on the tag hanging off her shirt. 

“thank you,” you accepted the drink gingerly, taking a reluctant sip and making a sound of approval.

manon raised an eyebrow, “is it good?” 

“really good,” again, you took a long sip of the mojito, this time maintaining an eye contact with hers in which she succeeded in not breaking it. 

actually, you broke it first.

who could blame you? 

“are you alone?” she questioned, not intending to be rude.

you shrugged, “yeah.” 

caught off guard, manon’s eyes widened and she gave you a jerk of her chin. “oh, why? you wanted to be alone or something?” 

you don’t know why but you had the urge to be honest for once with this complete stranger.

a pretty stranger. 

“back home, my boyfriend’s just.. so annoying. needed a good break.” desperately, you tried to mush the whole story into a singular sentence in which the bartender could understand your point of view. 

you hoped you didn’t come across a bitch to her or a total jackass like what your.. boy toy implied in those messages. 

sympathetically, her hand reached over and caressed your knuckles. “oh, really? god, i feel you. some people can be so pushy.” 

you let her hand over yours, finding it strangely comforting. “he’s the personification of it,” you muttered, a grudging smirk ghosting your lips. 

“that must be so—“ 

daniela strolled right back casually, an unfamiliar frown dawning on her face. “what’s happening here?” her eyes shot at you, “pretty girl’s looking kinda upset.” 

your heart stuttered. 

it never did that with your boyfriend. 

it felt so foreign, so.. good. 

the attention from two gorgeous, (hopefully) concerning women. 

accusingly, the woman eyed manon. “you did something or what?”

manon gasped in feigned outrage, “uh, me? i’m the nicest person ever!” 

daniela gave her a blank look, “that’s not what the other guys say.”

she rolled her eyes at her, “most of them act like i owe them shit and i’m not rude without a reason.”

manon’s eyes refocused back on you, “and the girl’s upset about y’know, boyfriends being boyfriends.”

extremely flustered that now you were the centre of it all, the drink out of the blue looked so hypnotising and interesting to look at as you twirled the hanging straw in the obscenely colourful liquid.

amused, daniela placed her elbows on the counter and stretched forward to lure you back in by looking at them. “you’re shy now?”

“..no,” even your inaudible words weren’t convincing yourself either. 

fluttering her lashes at you, manon rested her cheek on her palm and melted at the sight of you being so easy under their (not-so-subtle) advances. “ahuh? you look like you’re gushing, baby.” 

the petname made your knees nearly buckle, your grip on the glass tightening in a facade of composure. 

“forget about the mojito, how about we distract you from your pathetic boyfriend instead?” daniela chimed in, clasping her fingers together mindlessly and placing her chin over them as she watched any hint of a micro-expression on your forcefully smoothed face intently. 

“are you up for it or nah? it’s fine if not, we can still gossip anyway.” manon’s thumb paused at the soothing motion upon your slightly trembling hand. 

she noticed.

“yeah, uh, i’d appreciate it.” awkwardly, you agreed and straightened your posture flimsily. 

“c’mon then,” daniela gestured with her finger to a nearby bathroom, walking up to it with a renewed confidence. 

– 

propped up prettily on the marble counter, neatly your bikini bottoms are tugged to the side just enough to show off your soaked through folds glistening underneath the patronising, sharp lights of the bathroom. manon’s thumb teasingly presses down on your clit, circling it slowly as she leans in to pamper your jaw with glossy kisses at one side of your burning face. 

“you like that, huh?” she remarks, low and smug. 

instinctively, your thighs tries to close in but her free hand keeps them spread apart. 

frustrated, you whimpered, “m-manon, a-ah..”

“say my name just like that,” the woman instructed quietly, her breathing quickening as her lips traveled beneath your jawline while her thumb absentmindedly caressed your bundle of nerves.

without a verbal notice, she plunged two of her fingers in you. startled, you cried into her shoulders as your hands fought for balance on her back, nails clawing in deep yet she didn’t mind at all. 

letting you freely writhe in the cage of her arms, manon’s fingers sinks in deep in the heat of your core before drawing it out and repeating the same movements where it drove you dizzy, making you a mess of tears and moans so easily. 

“p-please, oh.. god,” you pleaded. 

“so needy,” manon mused.

on the other hand, daniela’s hands are mainly travelling around your upper torso, groping your boobs through the thin material. her fingertips brushes against your hardening peaks while her lips brushes on the sensitive skin of your outer ear, occasionally nipping it only to see you flinch and a gasp breaking through your parted lips. 

“sensitive, aren’t you?” she softly prompted, clumsily undoing the back of your strap to reveal your heaving chest to her in which her mouth practically salvated over. 

reaching down, her mouth latches on your nipples–sucking on it greedily as she hums to herself in pleasure. 

unintentionally, you let out a loud moan, “f-fuck!”

affectively, manon tilts her head to hush you with her lips, swallowing your needy noises away as she nibbles down on your bottom lip; her tongue makes its away in your mouth, panting harder against you as her arm loops around your waist to bring you impossibly closer. 

daniela’s insistent peckings from your ravished boobs trailed down to your abdomen, feeling it tighten against her lips in where she lazily smiles in a silent victory. 

“manon, pull my hair up for me, yeah?” 

uncommittingly, manon hummed, too busy kissing you and her fingers withdrew from your pussy completely and leaving you empty, aching for more. “ugh,” you huffed.

instead her hand messily brushes the other woman’s curls up and pulls it into a makeshift ponytail. 

“shh,” gently daniela tutted.

her hands hurriedly pulled your bikini bottoms to reveal yourself fully bare now, your hips bucked up expectantly and the woman took it as an invitation, diving in between your thighs to devour you whole. 

open-mouthed kisses were placed against your cunt, causing another cry ripped out of your throat that falls into a muffled grunt against manon’s lips, who finally pauses the heated session to look down at the other woman on her knees and a grin curves her mouth before her hand finds itself tangled at the back of your head–pulling you into another endless, kiss designed to steal your breath away. 

eagerly, daniela’s two fingers spreads your core open as she drags the tip of her tongue and gives it long licks before resuming to her usual rhythm that makes your thighs spasm around her head. 

“d-dani..” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut as extreme, overwhelming pleasure smothers your body at once–manon’s hand cradles your neck, guiding you to one more kiss that you couldn’t get enough even if you tried, and her free hand keeps massaging your boob. 

“shh, shh.. cum for me,” daniela drawls out, fastening her pace and holding you down against the counter harder, her face buried between your legs as she eats you out like she’s starving.

manon sighed, dragging kisses down to your neck and collarbones, sucking on it mildly. “did your boyfriend ever make you feel like this, hm?” 

unable to sputter out any coherent answers, you whined and threw your head back. your legs trembled violently around daniela’s head and pulled it into a suffocating, loving embrace.

“that’s what i thought,” manon murmurs–her voice undeniably sweet–watching you unfold with an unfiltered, high-pitched cry “O-OH, OH FUCK! DANIELA!” 

although, daniela didn’t stop before making sure she lapped up all the sweet juices left. with a long heavy exhale, she pulled back and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

the two women’s eyes locked onto yours and you didn’t know where to look so you looked away. 

“i assume you’re better now?” reassuringly, manon squeezed your waist.