Wlw ୨୧ *🌗 Relatable ☆*。 TEAM JACOD

“Fair enough,” Manon said, springing to her feet. She bit her lip as she stared you down. You slowly laid back on your bed and pulled your legs up slightly, presenting yourself to her. “Fuck, this is gonna be good.” Manon made quick work of her clothes. You were already bare since she had undressed you earlier. The tip of Manon’s cock leaked in anticipation.

“Clean it before you put it in,” you said, wanting to be safe.

“I’m pretty sure pre can’t get you pregnant,” Manon said, slightly offended.

“Never say never,” you replied. Manon rolled her eyes and used a tissue from the nightstand to wipe herself before aligning her cock with your entrance. She bean by inching in slowly, but it felt so good, causing her hips to jolt forward and slam the rest of her inside you abruptly.

“Manon!” you complained.

“I’m sorry, baby. Was an accident,” she mumbled, not allowing that to deter her. Manon withdrew her hips slowly before pushing back in fully. Your head fell back on the pillow as your mouth dropped open. Manon’s started with slow, deep thrusts. She was trying to be more deliberate with her movements despite struggling to. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she took in your face. “I bet Daddy feels so good inside you like this,” Manon cooed mockingly.

You whined beneath her, turning your head to face the wall instead of your girlfriend. Manon just smirked, rolling her hips into yours. Your body began riding up the bed slowly from the force of Manon’s thrusts. You could hear how loudly her hips smacked against yours. Your legs wrapped around Manon’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Fuck- I bet you’d let me cum in you now, hm? Wanted me to pull out at first, but from how tightly you’re holding onto me, that’s not happening,” Manon taunted. Your arms wrapped around her shoulders and leaned up a little to kiss her. You could feel Manon smile against your lips as she pressed you to lay flat against the bed. Her arms caged in your head, using her elbows as leverage. Manon picked up the pace, doing her best to bring you to the edge. You came undone beneath her with a muffled cry.

You thought she was all talk until the force of your orgasm caused Manon to cum inside you. Even she was surprised that she wasn’t able to pull out in time. She had planned to despite her taunts. You were slightly annoyed and shoved her off of you.

“You’re going to the pharmacy later to get me the pill,” you grumbled.

“That’s fine,” Manon said quietly, reaching for your ankles as you attempted to crawl away. “You think we can just do it one more time? I mean I already did it, it shouldn’t make a difference, right?” Manon didn’t expect you to agreed, but thought she might as well ask.

“I hope you haven’t cooked yet. I brought home your favorite takeout!” While she placed the brown bag carefully on the dining table, the rest of the bags practically fell out of her grasp. “It’s okay, baby, I got it,” Manon assured gently when she noticed you were about to come closer. You opened the cabinets to grab some plates and silverware to set the table with.

“Is that why you were late?” you asked with a playful smile, furrowing your eyebrows at the sighs of all of the bags.

“Yeah, I decided to quickly go to the mall on my way home from work,” Manon said, helping you take a seat at the dining table. You mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ and she kissed the top of your head. “Some of it is for the baby.”

“Some?”

“Yeah, most of it is for you,” Manon admitted, looking through what she had bought. She had gotten a lot of stuff and she honestly had no way to track what was in each bag other than to sift through them. “I thought you would need some new clothes soon. The baby’s gonna need some more space to grow and soon what you have won’t fit anymore.” She wasn’t wrong, everything you owned had been filling out quicker than you hoped after the start of your second trimester.

Manon pulled out a few of the tops and dresses she had picked out for you. You were grateful she had gotten you anything at all, even more so when she had picked out items that you would actually enjoy wearing. “I can’t wait to see how you’d look in all of these. There’s still more. You’ll have to try them on in a couple weeks for me.”

Before you could chide her for spending some much money, Manon put her hand up to stop you and reached into her back pocket. She pulled out a small box containing a necklace with her initials on it. It was a nice and pure chain that you could wear all of the time, and most importantly it wouldn’t irritate you.

“I just wanted to get you something small for now. A little placeholder before I get you that ring,” Manon beamed. She kneeled down in front of you and placed her hands on your legs.

“Thank you. I love it, but you didn’t have to do all this for me,” you said quietly, placing one of your hands over hers.

“Don’t feel bad, baby. I love spoiling you. Besides, most of the stuff I got you were clothes you would need anyway,” Manon reasoned. A moment passed and a smirk tugged at her lips. You tilted your head in curiosity as you looked down at her. “But if you wanted to thank me, I can think of a few ways.”

Lara dropped to her knees in front of you, her dick still hard and aching for relief. She knew you wouldn’t give it to her unless she worked for it. Lara shakily reached up to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. Her mouth watered at the sight of your cunt. She hadn’t seen it since your first time together a couple weeks back.

Lara squeezed your thighs and leaned in but you stopped her. “Please let me taste you,” Lara asked softly, leaning her head against your knee. Her hands ran up and down your leg as if trying to etch them into her memory. “Please.”

Lara kissed her way up your inner thighs until you relented and withdrew your hands. Her breath was hot against your mound. You inhaled sharply when she finally licked a stripe up your slit, followed by another tentative lick, and another until Lara found her rhythm.

You looked down at Lara and felt a surge of power rush through you. She was on her knees, face pressed up against your pussy, trying her best to learn to please you. You loved that you were the only one who could reduce her to this state, making her drop her arrogant facade. You saw right through her, and saw her for what she was: a pathetic, lovesick puppy.

“It’s so good,” Lara murmured against your cunt, her tongue slipping out to flick against your clit. She was humping your leg while she thrust her tongue past your entrance. You nudged her cock away, causing her to whine into you. Your hands tangled in her hair and held her in place as you began rocking your hips to meet her mouth.

You let out a soft moan as you kept your gaze locked on hers while she continued lapping at your sensitive flesh. Her inexperience was still showing but you could tell how hard she was trying. How badly Lara wanted to get you off. You reached down and tangled your hands in her hair to guide her. You’d have to teach her, but that was okay. “Just like that,” you encouraged once she set a pace that had you aching for more. Lara moaned and thrust her tongue inside you. She used her fingers to rub at your clit with the right amount of force.

Lara’s cock leaked at the sight of you falling apart above her. With a final lick, you finally came undone on her mouth with a soft cry. She instinctively cleaned you up and kissed your thighs before pulling away.

Lara was over at your apartment a few days after your last encounter. You knew why she was there, but wanted her to admit it to you. “So what’s up? We don’t really hang out or anything like that,” you said with a shrug.

“I just- I wanted to see you,” Lara stammered.

“You saw me. What now?” you asked, crossing your arms. When Lara gave no response, you went to shut the door in her face but she placed the hand on it. She was stronger than you so she was able to push it open. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting her to be so assertive. However, that act dropped immediately when she saw how you looked at her with a questioning look.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You’re the one who’s sweating like I have a gun to your head,” you remarked. Lara immediately pulled her hands back and shoved them into her pockets, trying to act cool. However, she had a difficult time actually doing that when your eyes were trained on her.

“You know why I’m here,” Lara sighed. “So are you going to let me in or not?” Her voice was more firm that time as she finally got her bearings. You silently stepped out of the way to allow her inside before closing the door. “Was that so hard?” Lara asked, a smug grin tugging at her lips.

“No, actually, but I can imagine how difficult it is for you to pretend to be so nonchalant when you can’t keep your dick up for more than a couple strokes,” you replied, mirroring her expression. Lara’s smile dropped immediately at your words and you bit your lip from laughing. Her fists clenched in frustration—part of her wanting to make you eat your words. Obviously she wouldn't hurt you, she just wanted to assert her dominance for once. She had wanted to for so long but you made it so difficult for her.

“It’s not funny.”

“You’re right it’s not. It’s pathetic,” you said, tugging her closer by the strings of her hoodie. Her breath shortened when her eyes finally met yours. You pushed Lara up against the wall and unzipped her jeans. One of your hands wrapped around her cock and she fought the urge to fuck your hand.

Lara bit her lip to suppress her moans as when you began stroking her slowly. Your other hand cupped her jaw as you leaned in to kiss her. Lara wanted to be defiant at first but she melted into you quickly. Her lips moved eagerly against yours, making you smile slightly into the kiss.

Lara let out a low whine when you abruptly pulled away from her. She attached her mouth to your neck when you turned your head slightly. You let out a breathy moan and squeezed the tip of her length. Lara’s hips bucked forward as you pumped her cock faster. She was so close and this time you could sense it.

“Fuck,” Lara moaned, her hips stuttering but this time relief never came. “Shit,” she whined- it hurt. She was aching for relief but you pulled your hand away before it came. “Please no- why?”

Rhea had entrusted Lara with dropping by your place to return some clothes she had borrowed from you. Well, that’s how Lara put it. In reality, she had basically begged Rhea to let her return them to you. That way she could see you again, because she hadn’t since your secret encounter in her living room. Her sister didn’t think much of it and gave Lara the bag to drop off, it was one less thing for her to do herself.

“Lara? What are you doing here?” you asked her, opening the apartment door slightly.

“Rhea told me to drop off some of your stuff,” Lara explained. You opened the door further to allow her into your apartment. Lara walked into your living room once she heard it shut, with you following behind her. She noticed how you kept her distance from her this time.

“It’s kinda late though, don’t you think? I’m surprised you didn’t come to drop it off in the morning,” you said, furrowing your eyebrows. Your arms crossed over your chest and the silk robe you had on, climbed up ever so slightly. Lara wasn’t paying attention to your words though, her eyes were on your legs. “Are you even listening?”

“I don’t think you care if I am,” Lara said boldly. It was late at night, you could have just taken the bag from her- and yet you invited her in. Clearly, you wanted her too.

“What are you really here for?”

“I’m here for the exact same reason you let me in,” Lara said with a smirk.

“And why would I want a repeat of last time?”

“Because I’ve been practicing,” Lara said, getting close into your personal space. Her hands went to your hips, squeezing when she didn’t sense any hesitation on your part. Lara’s arms wrapped around you and her hands dropped down do your ass, groping it firmly.

“Yeah? You think you can keep up with me now?” you asked, tugging on the strap of her tank. The tough guy act dropped and suddenly she was gulping nervously.

“I can t-try. I’ll show you,” Lara said. A smile tugged at your lips when you noticed her stammering. She stepped back and fumbled with her jeans. You smacked her hands away and dropped to your knees before unzipping them for her.

“Did you see this in the movies?” you teased, rubbing her over her underwear. Lara bit her lip in anticipation as you slowly pulled her cock out. Her palms wrapped around the back of the couch as you took her into your mouth. She was expecting just a hand if she was lucky- but this, this was special. Your mouth was so warm and wet around her. Still not comparable to how your cunt felt wrapped around her, but much better than a hand.

Lara’s hips bucked forward involuntarily. She couldn’t keep her cool no matter how hard she tried. You always managed to make her fall apart. Her breath hitched as ger length hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head back and for slowly at first- allowing Lara to feel every part of your mouth. She was doing her best to hold back, but it was so difficult when you touched her the way you did- and oh man, the way your eyes were locked with hers so intensely. Lara could barely take any of it.

Your tongue swirled around her length and Lara was cumming down your throat before she even realized it. She was a panting mess, holding you down on her cock until she finished. You pulled her hands away from you and pulled back, allowing her to watch you swallow. Lara’s length was throbbing at the sight.

Lara had you backed into a wall in the living room. Her parents were gone for the weekend and her sister had stepped out to go buy snacks. You were just sleeping over at your friend’s house- and now her little sister was trying to make a move on you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when I come back from the gym. Why so shy now?” Lara asked in a mocking tone. She pulled back slightly to pull her shirt off. Your eyes instinctively traveled down her body before snapping up to her face and struggling to stay there. “I’ve wanted this for so long, please.” Lara wasn’t begging though, she was taunting you.

You looked around to make sure no one really was around before looking at her, lust and annoyance shining in your eyes. “Fine- make it quick. I don’t want to get caught.”

Lara smirked, wrapping your legs around her waist and pushing you up onto the wall. She reached under your dress and pushed your panties aside. Lara swiped her fingers through your folds. “Clearly you’ve been wanting this too,” Lara said smugly. She teased you for a bit before growing impatient and withdrawing her fingers from you. Lara unzipped her jeans and aligned her cock with your entrance before slamming in.

“Don’t be so impatient!” you scolded her.

“Sorry,” Lara mumbled, she hadn’t gone around as much as you had and had gotten too excited. For as big as her ego was, she didn’t have the experience to back it up.

“It’s fine, just be more careful next time. Go slow,” You moaned, adjusting to her.

Lara regained her confidence by the possibility of there being a next time. She exhaled deeply before slowly pulling her hips back and thrusting in again. After a few failed attempts she finally found her bearings. Your soft moans only encouraged her further, and she picked up the pace. Lara was close already. She hadn’t done much to build up her stamina and it showed. You whined as Lara abruptly pulled out of you and came all over your thighs with a groan.

“God, that felt so good,” Lara panted. It certainly did- for her at least. You silently grabbed a few tissues and wiped her cum off of you before throwing one at her. “Y’know, in the videos they usually suck the person’s dick to clean them up.”

“Yeah well they also last longer than a minute, so I guess we can’t all get what we want, right?”

“I couldn’t help it!” Lara said defensively as she pulled her pants back up.

weirdo

Ms. Vice President

museum exhibition

meeting adjourned (written)

ruin my life (half written)

made a little cookie come and take a lookie (written)

looking at my cookie, do you ever smell it different?

WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR?? (written)

Billie Bossa Nova (written)

emotional support

would you wet your fingers for me? would you pinch me? (written; suggestive; minors don’t interact)

put megan in a straight jacket

manon got blocked

she apologize?? i think (written)

asap baby, hurry up don’t be lazy

GEEKED

guest list

i wanna kiss a kitty, and tell her she’s so pretty (written; SMUT; MDNI)

yeah they fucked

glue (written)

fucking calculus(half written)

im outside you’re door so let’s go (written)

keeping panties?

it’s supernatural

and don’t you know how sweet it taste? (written; SMUT; MDNI)

pathological liar

i can taste my own birthday cake

bribery skills

fuck off Manon

make a wish [it’s like a gift to me] (written)

a bold mf

happy fucking birthday (written)

pity party (written)

pounding headache

go again

so fucking irritating

hunger. (written)

dissociating (written)

i fucking hate you (written)

she’s rewiring my mind (written)

tension is THICK

perfectionism

peace and love everyone

good 4 u (written)

swiss cookie

she just wants to talk

i love you (written)

doomed yuri

twilight (written)

CHAT WE WON

what’s the opposite of doomed yuri?

battle of the bands

kissing booth?

real man (half written)

Camila Valdes (written)

the perfect pair (half written)

gay love triangle (half written)

manon let you go (written)

spider-man beanie (half written)

secret admirers (half written)

3 envelopes (half written)

i didn’t choose her (written)

liquid smooth (written; SMUT; MDNI)

i need to be honest (half written)

MANON IS HAPPY?

lover girl (written)

will you be mine? (half written)

NO BITCHES?

confessed i love you from the start (half written)

amusement park (written)

babygirl

my wifey (half written)

the end.

The master bedroom smelled like Sophia's perfume and the faint, acrid trace of her husband's aftershave still clinging to the sheets. 

Sophia Laforteza had you spread out on her king sized bed like you belonged there, her husband's side of the mattress was still neatly made, which made it better or worse. She hadn't decided yet.

Three fingers deep in your cunt, and you were already falling apart.

"Ah fuck— mommy, it's too much—"

"I know," Sophia said, and she didn't slow down. Her fingers curled inside you, the wet sounds coming from between your legs were obscene. "I know, baby. But you can take it, can't you? Be a good girl for mommy, and be quiet, okay?"

She leaned down and pressed her lips to your forehead. You were crying, little tears tracking down your temples into your hair. She wiped them with her thumb, gentle, as her fingers kept pumping into that slick heat.

"My husband could walk in any minute from his business trip," she murmured against your skin. "And find his pretty little babysitter making a mess all over his bed, and all over my hand."

The timeline of how she got here was still fresh in her mind.

Six weeks ago, her husband had come home and announced he'd hired a babysitter. Sophia had stared at him like he'd grown a second head.

"For what?" she'd asked. Their daughter Lucia was four. Sophia worked four days a week at the clinic, four days where Lucia stayed with Sophia's friend, Daniela, who had two kids the same age and a house full of toys. They didn't need a babysitter, they'd never needed a babysitter.

Her husband had shrugged, that loose easy shrug he did when he was lying. “Daniela’s got her hands full. Figured we'd give her a break. This girl needs the money for school anyway."

Bullshit, Sophia had thought. Absolute bullshit.

Then she'd met you.

You showed up on a Tuesday afternoon, all soft smiles and nervous hands. Nineteen years old, maybe twenty. Pre-med at the community college, tuition piling up, parents back in the province couldn't help much. You were wearing jeans that hugged your ass and a thin sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder.

Sophia hated you on sight.

Sophia clocked you on sight. Clocked what her husband was really doing. Every time you bent over to pick up Lucia’s toys, her husband’s eyes would drop to the curve of your ass.

Every time you reached for something on a high shelf and your shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above your waistband, he'd find an excuse to be in the room.

One time, Lucia had grabbed the collar of your shirt during a tantrum and yanked it down hard.

Your pink lace bra had spilled out before you could catch it, your nipples visible for a split second through the sheer fabric. He’s had been standing right there, and didn’t look away.

That night, Sophia had overheard him in the shower, jerking off. She recognised the rhythm through the door. 

He'd started touching you after that. Little things at first, a hand on your lower back when he squeezed past you in the kitchen, fingers resting just above the swell of your ass.

Once, he'd pressed a kiss to the top of your head and murmured, "Sorry, mija, thought you were Sophia." He'd laughed it off, and you'd laughed too, awkward and uncertain, and Sophia had watched from the doorway with her jaw tight enough to crack teeth.

She'd fought with him, screamed at him, called him a cheating piece of shit, which made him play dumb with wide innocent eyes.

"What are you talking about? She's just a kid. I'm helping her out."

One night after a particularly bad fight, Sophia had slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame splintered. She'd been storming down the hall, rage buzzing in her ears, when she passed the guest room they'd given you.

And stopped.

Because you were in there, alone and you were making sounds.

High pitched little whimpers. 

Breath catching. 

The wet, rhythmic noise of fingers moving in and out of a cunt, unmistakable once you'd heard it. Sophia had stood frozen in the hallway, her heart hammering, listening to you fuck yourself.

Then you'd moaned a name.

"Sophia—"

Not her husband. Not some boyfriend. Not some classmate.

Her name. Drawn out and desperate, broken into three syllables like a prayer—So-phi-a.

Sophia had stood there for a full minute after you finished, her thighs pressed together, her cunt throbbing, a slick heat spreading between her legs that she hadn't felt in years.

And she'd realised she didn't want you gone.

She wanted you under her.

The shift had been immediate and complete. The next day, she'd started doing everything he had had done, but worse. She had the advantage of being a woman, of being safe.

You never flinched when she touched you. Never tensed up the way you did when her husband got too close.

She started small.

A hand on your arm when she laughed at something you said. Standing behind you while you washed dishes, close enough that her breath stirred the hairs on the back of your neck, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin.

When Lucia did something cute, Sophia would lean into your ear and laugh low, felt you shiver every single time.

She knew what she was doing. 

Then came the gifts.

"Just a little something," she'd say, handing you a shopping bag. Frilly pink skirts that barely covered your ass.

Thigh high stockings that she showed you how to clip to a garter belt,”Like this, baby, let me help you" her fingers brushing the inside of your thighs.

Hair clips shaped like little bows, pearl earrings, a choker with a tiny heart pendant. Dressing you up piece by piece until you looked like something she'd curated. 

You'd worn it all. Thanked her shyly every time, never seemed to realise it wasn't generosity.

The first time she'd kissed you had been two weeks ago. Her husband was out late, Lucia was asleep, and you were curled up on the couch watching some reality show Sophia pretended to care about.

You'd turned your head to say something, Sophia couldn't even remember what, and she'd just leaned in and pressed her mouth to yours.

You'd frozen for exactly one second.

Then your lips parted, and you made a sound, a tiny whimper, and Sophia's tongue was in your mouth and her hand was on your throat and nothing had been the same since.

Tonight was the third time she'd had you in her bed.

Her husband was supposed to be back from his trip to Chicago tomorrow morning, but he'd texted an hour ago that his flight got moved up. He'd be home by nine.

Sophia didn't care.

She was three fingers deep in your cunt on his side of the mattress.

"Look at you," she murmured, pulling back to look at your face.

Your eyes were glassy, lips parted, cheeks wet. You were wearing one of the outfits she'd bought you, a pink babydoll dress that had ridden up around your waist, matching panties that she'd pulled to the side to get at you.

The stockings she'd picked out were soaked through at the inner thighs. "Look at the mess you're making."

She pulled her fingers out of you slow, just to watch you gasp, just to hear the wet schlick sound of it.

Her hand was coated in your slick, glistening up to the knuckles. She held it up between your faces, spread her fingers so you could see the strands of creamy fluid connecting them.

"This is what happens every time I touch you, isn't it?" She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, two at a time, holding eye contact. Tasted tart and faintly sweet.

"You get so wet for me, so fast. I barely have to do anything."

You whimpered, hips bucking up into nothing.

"Please—"

"Please what?" Sophia shifted, positioning herself between your thighs. She was still fully dressed, white button, up with the top three buttons undone, black pencil skirt hiked up around her thighs. "Use your words, baby. You're a big girl."

"Please fuck me," you choked out. "Mommy, please—"

"Good girl."

She pushed back into you with four fingers this time, stretching you, and you cried out loud enough that she had to clamp her free hand over your mouth.

"What did I say about being quiet?"

She leaned in close, her breath hot against your cheek. “Lucia asleep. And he could walk through that door any minute. You want him to see this? You want him to see his wife's fingers buried in his babysitter's cunt?"

You shook your head frantically under her palm, but your hips kept grinding down on her hand.

"No? You sure? Because this pussy doesn't seem to agree." She curled her fingers, found that rough little patch inside you, pressed hard.

Your whole body seized up. "You're clenching me so tight, baby. You gonna come for mommy? Gonna soak my hand while my husband's key turns in the lock?"

Such a pretty doll, she'd thought then. My pretty doll.

Your muffled moan was desperate, high pitched, vibrating against her palm.

"Go ahead," Sophia whispered, fucking into you harder, the wet sounds filling the room. "Come on my fingers. Right here on his pillow. Make a mess. I want to see it."

She released your mouth.

"Ah—aaahhh—fuck, mommy, I'm—"

"Come," Sophia commanded, and you did, your back bowing off the mattress, your cunt clamping down on her fingers in pulsing waves, a gush of fluid soaking her palm and dripping down onto the sheets.

She fucked you through it, slow and steady, watching your face contort, watching the tears spill down your cheeks, watching you come undone completely under her hand.

When you finally went limp, chest heaving, she pulled her fingers out gently and brought them to your mouth.

"Clean them," she said.

You took her fingers between your lips, sucked them clean with soft, shaky moans, your tongue working between each digit.

"That's my good girl." Sophia stroked your hair with her free hand, pushed it back from your sweaty forehead. "So perfect. So pretty when you cry."

From somewhere downstairs, a sound.

The front door opening.

Keys clinking against the hall table.

"Sophia? I'm back early!"

Her husband’s voice echoed up the stairs.

Sophia smiled. 

"Right on time," she murmured, pulling her fingers from your mouth.

A string of spit connected from your bottom lip to her fingertips. She wiped it on your chin, slow, deliberate, then traced your jaw with her thumb.

"You're a mess," she said, and she said it like a compliment.

You blinked up at her, dazed, chest heaving.

The orange streetlight caught the wet on your cheeks, made you look like something out of a painting.

Sophia was going to remember this, the way your thighs were still spread, your cunt glistening and swollen, clit peeking out from under its hood like it was begging for attention. 

She looked down at you and sprawled on her husband's pillow, dress bunched up, stockings soaked, cunt still twitching, eyes wide with panic. "Don't move, baby. Let him see exactly what he was never going to get."

He hired a pretty young thing to wave in front of him, Sophia thought, rising from the bed and smoothing down her skirt. Never occurred to him she might not be for him.

"Sophia?" Footsteps on the stairs now. Getting closer. "You up there?"

"In here, mahal," Sophia called out, her voice syrupy sweet. She glanced back at you, still frozen on the bed, and winked. "We're just finishing up."

a/n: im very horny and only one person can fix it but my baby is currently on her period

her dark curls had been left down, glossy and defined, falling over both shoulders in soft waves that brushed against the straps of her dress whenever she turned her head.

she’d wanted to look nice, it was one of her best friends’ wedding. as she looked around the room, she couldn’t help smiling to herself. manon’s family were speaking quietly a few rows ahead and someone on sophia’s side was already crying before the ceremony had even started.

the lights dimmed and conversation slowly disappeared. one by one, people rose to their feet, chairs scraped gently across polished stone.

the musician sitting near the front lifted her bow, the first note echoed through the chapel. daniela turned toward the doors. they remained closed for only a second longer then they opened.

megan stepped through first, a quiet wave of smiles spread through the guests. she looked beautiful.

the bridesmaids on manon’s side wore matching champagne satin dresses that caught every bit of sunlight pouring through the windows. they were floor length with soft draping through the skirt, the fabric moving almost like liquid with every step.

the neckline wrapped gently across one shoulder before falling into an elegant silhouette that looked effortless rather than formal.

megan’s hair had been swept half-up, tiny white flowers pinned between loose curls that rested against her back.

she carried a bouquet of ivory roses tied together with cream ribbon. on the opposite side of the aisle came yoonchae, her dress was identical in every way, only the colour differed. instead of warm champagne, hers was a pale dusty blue that almost looked silver beneath the afternoon light.

sophia had chosen cooler tones, manon had chosen warmer ones. different palettes, same design. it looked perfect together.

they reached the altar before separating naturally to opposite sides. another few notes passed, the music swelled slightly.

they opened once more. lara appeared first, her arm was linked comfortably through someone else’s. daniela forgot how to breathe.

y/n.

the champagne satin somehow looked completely different on her. the dress skimmed softly over her body, catching the light every time she moved. the warm colour made her skin glow beneath the afternoon sun spilling through the windows, the satin folding and unfolding with each slow step she took.

it fit her perfectly, not tight, not loose just…perfect.

her hair had been styled into loose waves, brushed over one shoulder while the other side had been tucked neatly behind her ear with tiny white flowers woven between the strands.

daniela couldn’t look away, she’d seen y/n dressed up dozens of times. birthday dinners, christmas parties, new year’s and none of them had prepared her for this.

somehow every single person in the room seemed to disappear around her. lara, beside her, wore the matching dusty blue version for sophia’s side.

the contrast between them was almost unfair, warm champagne beside cool blue, gold beside silver, their bouquets matched the colours perfectly.

they walked slowly together, arms linked neatly at the elbows, keeping perfect pace with one another as they made their way down the aisle.

they looked comfortable, daniela hated how quickly she noticed that. she smiled anyway because she wasn’t about to be weird over people walking together at a wedding. that would be ridiculous.

halfway down the aisle…y/n looked up and their eyes met instantly almost like she’d been searching for her. a smile spread slowly across y/n’s face, the corners of her mouth lifting just enough for daniela to recognise it immediately then-

a tiny wink.

so quick nobody else would’ve caught it. daniela felt warmth shoot straight into her face. she had to fight the stupid grin threatening to spread across her own face, ducking her head for the briefest second before looking back up.

y/n had already turned forward again, daniela’s eyes followed her automatically. down the bouquet, the satin folds of the dress until they landed on lara’s arm. still linked comfortably through hers, lara leaned in ever so slightly to murmur something under her breath.

whatever it was made y/n smile again and daniela’s stomach tightened for absolutely no reason. they were bridesmaids, of course they were walking together.

they’d been paired together so it meant absolutely nothing. she knew that. still…her eyes lingered for a second longer than they should have.

on the way lara’s hand rested lightly against y/n’s forearm, on how naturally they moved together, on how close they looked. she swallowed and looked away then immediately looked back again before catching herself.

stop it.

she almost rolled her eyes at herself, it was one walk down an aisle, one wedding, one afternoon nothing about it meant anything and yet…as y/n continued toward the front of the chapel, sunlight catching in her hair while the champagne satin shimmered with every step…

daniela couldn’t shake the tiny, irrational flicker of jealousy sitting quietly in her chest.

the music changed. a few soft piano notes gave way to strings, slower now, fuller. every person in the chapel turned towards the doors once more.

they opened. sophia appeared first and the smile on her face was impossible to miss. she looked equal parts excited and completely overwhelmed, her white dress tailored perfectly, a small bouquet clasped in one hand as she took the first few steps into the chapel.

a few seconds later-

manon.

a quiet, collective breath swept through the room. she stood in the doorway for only a heartbeat, sunlight spilling around her before she started walking. she couldn’t stop smiling either. the moment their eyes found each other, everything else seemed to disappear.

~~~~~

the ceremony itself passed in a blur. there were stories from childhood friends that had everyone laughing. there were vows that somehow managed to make almost every guest reach for tissues.

daniela applauded with everyone else when they were finally pronounced married. she smiled, cried a little and laughed when megan sniffled louder than anyone else. but every so often…without meaning to…her eyes drifted to the bridesmaids more specifically to y/n.

standing beside megan, the champagne satin looked even prettier beneath the warm light now filling the chapel.

she laughed quietly at something megan whispered. shifted her bouquet from one hand to the other, brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

after photographs inside the chapel and another round of congratulations, the newlyweds finally turned towards the doors.

the quartet began playing again, this time something lighter and celebratory. the guests remained standing as the wedding party began making their way back down the aisle.

sophia and manon disappeared through the doors first, hands clasped tightly together as cheers and applause followed them outside. megan walked behind them, laughing as someone wolf-whistled from the back rows, yoonchae rolled her eyes dramatically before following after her.

then came y/n and lara. their arms weren’t linked this time, they walked side by side instead, their shoulders brushed every now and then as they laughed quietly about something daniela couldn’t hear.

maybe they had to walk close because the aisle just wasn’t very wide?

maybe daniela was imagining it, she hoped she was because somehow it felt even closer than before. she watched them all the way down the aisle watched lara lean in to say something, y/n grin, the distance between them seem to disappear entirely.

just before they reached the chapel doors, someone called lara’s name from outside and turned instinctively. without thinking, y/n’s hand came up, resting lightly against the middle of lara’s back as she guided her through the doorway.

it only lasted a second, the sort of thing people did without realising yet daniela’s jaw tightened.

there it was again, that annoying little twist in her stomach. because why the fuck is she touching her like that?

the applause slowly faded as the last of the wedding party disappeared outside. the guests began filtering into the aisle, chatting excitedly now that the ceremony was over. chairs scraped across the stone floor as everyone gathered handbags, jackets and programmes.

daniela waited until the people in front of her started moving before stepping out into the aisle herself. warm summer air met her the moment she stepped outside. somewhere ahead she could already hear laughter.

daniela found herself scanning the crowd for only one person.

“woah.”

daniela turned at the sound of y/n’s voice.

she’d somehow managed to slip away from the rest of the bridal party for a minute, weaving through the guests until she reached her. the second she stopped in front of daniela, she just… stared and her eyebrows lifted “you look fucking unbelievable, babe.”

daniela felt heat creep up her neck almost instantly, she looked down for a second, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth “shut up.”

“i’m serious” y/n shook her head, still looking her over “i knew the dress was nice, but…” she let out a quiet laugh. “jesus.”

daniela looked back up at her, unable to stop smiling “right back at you, baby.” her hand found y/n’s arm, fingers absentmindedly smoothing over the satin before trailing slowly down towards her elbow.

“this dress is…” she bit lightly at her lip, shaking her head “…i don’t even have the words.” before she could think of anything else to say, y/n leaned in for a quick kiss.

she barely pulled back before leaning in again, stealing another “sorry,” she murmured against her lips. another kiss “haven’t…”

one more “…kissed you all day.”

she finally pulled away, smiling to herself “been a little busy.”

daniela laughed quietly “a little?”

“what did you think of the ceremony?”

out of the corner of her eye, daniela caught movement. lara. she was making her way across the courtyard towards them, glancing between the two of them before looking towards the line of waiting cars.

without really thinking about it, daniela stepped forward again. her hands slid gently around the back of y/n’s neck, fingertips disappearing into the loose hair resting there.

she drew her in. this kiss lingered just a few extra seconds where neither of them seemed particularly interested in pulling away.

when they finally did, daniela’s hands stayed where they were for a beat before slowly sliding from the back of y/n’s neck, down over her shoulder, settling comfortably around her upper arm.

“sorry…” they both looked over. lara had stopped a few feet away, an apologetic smile already on her face “didn’t mean to…” she gestured vaguely between them “…interrupt.”

y/n laughed “you’re alright.”

lara nodded towards the cars waiting outside the gates “sophia’s looking for all the bridesmaids. she wants us riding over together before everyone else gets there.”

“already?” y/n asked.

“apparently” lara smiled before looking over at daniela properly “girl…” she laughed softly, giving her an appreciative once-over. “you look unreal.”

daniela smiled “as do you.”

“thanks.” lara looked back at y/n “come on, they’re literally waiting.”

y/n let out an exaggerated sigh “i’m coming.”she looked back at daniela, giving her arm a gentle squeeze “i’ll see you there?”

“yeah.”

y/n smiled one last time before reluctantly stepping away, falling into step beside lara as they headed towards the waiting bridal party.

~~~~~

the reception venue overlooked rolling gardens that seemed to stretch on forever. the kind of place that looked like it’d been lifted straight out of a magazine.

white linen draped every table, glass chandeliers hung from exposed wooden beams overhead, catching the late afternoon sun pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows. candles already flickered despite the daylight, and somewhere across the terrace a jazz trio played quietly while waiters drifted between guests with trays of champagne.

the formal photographs started almost immediately. which meant…waiting. daniela accepted a champagne flute from a passing waiter with a polite smile.

“thank you.” she took a sip, wandering towards the edge of the gardens where most of the guests had gathered to watch the wedding party being organised by the photographer.

“okay,” he called. “bridesmaids with manon first.”

megan and y/n crossed the lawn together, both in their matching champagne dresses, laughing about something as they joined manon.

the photographer adjusted them a dozen different ways.

daniela smiled to herself.

“alright, now with sophia’s side.”

y/n stepped back and lara met her halfway.

their dresses looked ridiculous together beneath the evening sun, champagne beside dusty blue, and the photographer immediately pulled them into position beside sophia.

“bit closer.” they shuffled “closer than that.” lara laughed, naturally stepping in until their shoulders touched “perfect.”

click.

daniela’s jaw tightened, it’s literally a photograph and she knew that. the photographer was telling them where to stand, that was his job.

still…why did they have to look so…comfortable?

she took another drink, someone asked the bridal party for a candid. lara leaned over and whispered something and whatever it was made y/n throw her head back laughing.

click.

daniela drained half her champagne in one go.

“everything alright?”

she looked around, one of manon’s cousins smiled at her.

“yeah.” she smiled back “just… thirsty.”

the cousin laughed before wandering away and daniela looked back towards the gardens where the photographer was still going.

“group hug!” lara immediately wrapped an arm around sophia, megan reached for manon and y/n got caught somewhere in the middle, laughing as everyone squeezed together.

it was all fine except every few minutes…lara seemed to end up next to y/n again, walking between locations, waiting while cameras were changed, standing shoulder to shoulder while someone adjusted bouquets.

what is she doing?

daniela frowned into her glass.

seriously does she have to stand that close every single time?

another sip.

it’s like she’s attached to her.

she immediately felt guilty, lara wasn’t doing anything wrong. they were bridesmaids, they’d spent the entire day together. of course they were talking and standing together but that didn’t stop the irritation bubbling away under her skin.

she finished the champagne, almost as soon as the flute was empty another appeared beside her, she took it without thinking. guests began filtering back towards the reception hall while staff opened the enormous glass doors leading inside.

place cards waited on every table, soft conversation filled the room again as people searched for their names. daniela had just started walking towards the entrance when she heard an older woman behind her.

“oh, don’t they make a lovely couple?”

she wasn’t talking to daniela but another woman beside her followed her gaze across the terrace.

“which two?”

“those girls.”

she smiled warmly.

“the one beside megan, the other bridesmaid and sophia’s friend…lara was it?”

daniela instinctively looked up. y/n and lara. they were walking towards the entrance together, lara saying something that made y/n smile again.

“aren’t they sweet?” the woman continued. “young love.”

the second woman chuckled “oh, i don’t think they’re-“

the rest disappeared beneath the rushing sound in daniela’s ears. a lovely couple. seriously?

she looked back towards them, lara reached over to brush something, probably a stray petal, from y/n’s shoulder. y/n smiled and said something back.

daniela felt something hot settle in her chest. before she realised she’d done it, she’d tipped the remaining champagne back, finishing it in one swallow. she set the empty flute down on the nearest tray with a little more force than she’d intended then headed straight inside.

she found the seating chart. table four.

daniela. next to it- y/n.

good. at least sophia had gotten one thing right.

she reached the table first, pulling out her chair before sitting down. her arms folded tightly across her chest, one heel began tapping against the wooden floor beneath the table.

y/n spotted her almost immediately. she smiled to herself before weaving between the tables, carefully slipping past waiters carrying bottles of wine and guests still trying to find their seats.

daniela didn’t move, she’d seen her coming and kept her eyes on the menu sitting in front of her.

“hi, baby.” y/n’s voice was soft, she rested one hand along the back of daniela’s chair as she leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her mouth “you alright?”

daniela hummed in response “mhm.” her hand found y/n’s thigh beneath the table almost automatically, fingers resting there for a second before her nails pressed lightly into the fabric of the champagne dress.

y/n smiled to herself “i love sophia and manon,” she murmured, leaning closer until her lips were beside daniela’s ear, “but fuck me…” she let out a tired breath “…this is exhausting.”

without another thought, she rested her head against daniela’s shoulder for a moment, eyes closing briefly “my face actually hurts from smiling.”

daniela gave another quiet hum “yeah.” her voice came out flatter than she’d intended “looks really tiring.”

there was enough edge to it that y/n immediately lifted her head again, she frowned and really looked at daniela this time. the crossed arms, the tight jaw, the way she hadn’t properly smiled once since she’d sat down “…what?”

daniela kept her eyes on the table “nothing.”

“daniela.”

“i said nothing.”

y/n tilted her head slightly “…okay, but it’s very obviously something.” before daniela could answer-

“there you two are.” megan appeared first, dropping into the chair opposite with an exaggerated sigh “my feet are actually numb.”

“you’re being dramatic,” yoonchae said, sliding into the seat beside her.

“i’m literally not.”

lara arrived last, placing her bouquet carefully beside her chair before sitting down next to y/n “i think i’ve been told to ‘look natural’ about eighty times today.”

“only eighty?” megan laughed. “lucky.”

the conversation immediately shifted. yoonchae started recounting one of the photographers trying to get manon to stop laughing, megan interrupted every other sentence and lara laughed quietly, adding her own version of events.

y/n joined in easily, smiling as she listened. beside her, daniela stayed unusually quiet, her hand never left y/n’s thigh. if anything…her grip tightened ever so slightly whenever lara leaned across to say something to y/n.

y/n noticed, she glanced sideways at her girlfriend. daniela still hadn’t looked at her once. whatever this was…it definitely wasn’t nothing.

~~~~~

dinner settled everyone.

once the speeches had finished and the nerves had worn off, the reception became exactly what weddings were supposed to be.

glasses clinked together across the room and someone kept topping up everyone’s wine before they even realised their glass was empty.

music drifted quietly through the speakers while waiters moved between tables carrying plates and laughing with guests they’d inevitably become familiar with over the last few hours.

daniela couldn’t have told anyone what she’d eaten, she knew it had been good everyone kept saying it was good, she barely noticed.

when it came time to cut the cake, everyone spilled away from their tables and gathered around the dance floor.

the enormous cake stood beneath a wall of flowers, sophia and manon already laughing before they’d even picked up the knife.

“just cut the thing already,” megan called from somewhere near the front.

the room erupted into laughter. the photographer tried desperately to get one normal photograph, he failed almost immediately when sophia deliberately dabbed icing across manon’s nose.

daniela smiled despite herself then instinctively looked for y/n. she found her a few people ahead, lara stood beside her.

of course she fucking did.

daniela slipped through the crowd without really thinking about it until she was standing on y/n’s other side.

y/n looked over “hi.”

daniela simply smiled before reaching down, finding her hand, their fingers laced together naturally.

y/n squeezed once then turned her attention back towards sophia and manon, daniela didn’t let go.

the first dance followed not long after. the lights dimmed, the room quietened. sophia held out her hand and manon rolled her eyes dramatically before taking it anyway.

everyone watched as they disappeared into the middle of the dance floor.

~~~~~

when the song came to an end, applause echoed around the room. before anyone had a chance to leave the dance floor, the dj laughed into the microphone “alright, don’t go anywhere.”

another song faded in “a married couple shouldn’t be dancing on their own.” a chorus of cheers followed. “everyone else, come and join them.”

almost instantly, the dance floor began to fill. y/n looked over at daniela “come here.”

daniela let herself be led onto the floor. as soon as they stopped, her arms slid comfortably around the back of y/n’s neck, her hands settling there like they belonged.

y/n’s found her waist just as naturally, they swayed slowly amongst everyone else, barely moving beyond the gentle rhythm of the music.

daniela’s fingers idly played with the soft hairs at the nape of y/n’s neck, twisting one absentmindedly before smoothing it back down again. she felt y/n smile “what?”

“nothing.” another slow sway. y/n looked at her for a second, her expression softening “i still can’t believe how good you look.”

daniela hummed quietly, her fingers caught lightly in the hair at the back of y/n’s neck, giving the tiniest playful tug “maybe if you took your eyes off lara for five minutes…” she spoke so casually it almost didn’t register.

“…you’d believe it.”

y/n blinked “…what?”

daniela only hummed again, her eyes fixed somewhere over y/n’s shoulder.

y/n let out a short laugh “wait…” she searched daniela’s face “…you’re joking.”

no smile “…dani?” another quiet hum and nothing else. the smile slowly disappeared from y/n’s face “…oh you’re not kidding?”

daniela still didn’t answer, she simply stepped a little closer until there was barely any space left between them, her forehead almost brushing y/n’s as they continued swaying with the music.

y/n’s hands remained around her waist, though her brow had furrowed slightly now “…baby.”

daniela’s fingers continued absentmindedly tracing the hair at the back of y/n’s neck “just dance.”

the song faded out to another round of applause.

people slowly drifted back towards their tables, stopping every few steps to greet someone they’d spotted across the room or steal another glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

y/n kept glancing sideways at daniela, who hadn’t said another word since the dance. she still held y/n’s hand, but there was something tighter about the way she did it now.

they reached their table, y/n pulled her chair out but didn’t sit. instead she turned towards daniela, lowering her voice “…baby?”

daniela looked at her.

“can we just-“

“y/nnnn!”

both of them turned. lara came stumbling over, cheeks pink from the champagne she’d clearly had more than enough of. she laughed as she reached them, immediately looping an arm around y/n’s shoulders, practically hanging off her.

“there you are.”

y/n laughed, instinctively steadying her before she toppled over “easy.”

“i’m being easy.” lara dissolved into another fit of giggles. she finally noticed daniela standing beside them and her eyes widened dramatically.

“oh…” she pointed between the two of them “i am so… so sorry.” she reached out, patting daniela’s shoulder with exaggerated sincerity “i’ve stole your girl all day.”

another laugh escaped her before she dropped her forehead against y/n’s shoulder “sorry.”

daniela held her gaze for a second “…i’ve noticed.”the words were quiet but flat enough that y/n immediately looked at her.

before lara could respond, daniela stepped forward, gently but firmly lifting lara’s arm from around y/n’s shoulders “come on.” she smiled politely “you should probably sit down before you fall over.”

lara laughed again “probably.”

megan appeared out of nowhere, shaking her head “oh fuck sake” she slipped an arm around lara’s waist “you’re done.”

“i’m fine.”

“you’ve just apologised to daniela for stealing her girlfriend.” megan sighed “come on.”

as megan began steering lara away, y/n turned straight back to daniela who was glaring at her. y/n looked across the room, grabbing onto the first distraction she saw.

“look, baby!” she pointed towards the far corner of the reception hall where a vintage-style photo booth sat surrounded by fairy lights and a growing queue of guests “a photo booth.”

she smiled nervously, slipping her fingers between daniela’s again “come on.” before daniela could answer, y/n gave her hand a gentle tug, starting to lead her across the room.

daniela followed, after only a couple of steps, her grip tightened around y/n’s hand.

y/n’s smile faltered “…ow.” she glanced down briefly before looking back at daniela “dani…”

daniela loosened her grip almost immediately “sorry.” the apology came automatically.

the photo booth sat tucked away in the corner of the reception hall, draped in strings of fairy lights that cast shifting patterns of gold across the floor around it. a red velvet curtain hung across the entrance.

y/n didn’t wait. she stepped inside first, pulling daniela in after her before letting the curtain fall closed behind them.

the space shrank instantly, the music from the reception hall became muffled, the bass thrumming through the velvet like a heartbeat.a single strip of LED lights ran across the top of the booth, casting a soft pink glow over everything.

y/n turned to face her “dani-“ that was all she got out before daniela shoved her backward. the small chair creaked beneath them as y/n landed against it, her breath catching in her throat.

daniela didn’t give her a second to recover. she stepped forward, one hand pressing against y/n’s chest, shoving her back against the chair cushions until there was barely any space left between them.

then she kissed her hard and messy. lips crashing together without finesse, without the slow build-up of a first kiss.

y/n melted into it instantly, her hands finding daniela’s waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thighs.

daniela’s lips were hot and insistent. she bit lightly at y/n’s lower lip, tugging it between her teeth before releasing it with a quiet pop.

“you’re mine,” she murmured against y/n’s mouth, her voice rough with something between need and frustration. “stop letting everyone fucking touch you.”

y/n gasped, her fingers tightening against daniela’s hips. daniela kissed down her jaw, her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.

y/n’s head fell back with a quiet moan, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath daniela’s lips.

“dani p-people could see-“ another kiss, this time lower down the column of y/n’s throat.

daniela’s hands slid up her sides, fingers catching on the ribbed fabric of the champagne satin before pushing the straps down her arms.

she didn’t stop there, she kept going. until the dress pooled around y/n’s waist, exposing the soft lace of her bra and the plane of her stomach.

y/n’s breath hitched, her hands flew to daniela’s shoulders, nails digging in slightly as daniela’s lips trailed lower, over the lace covering y/n’s breasts, her teeth grazing lightly over a hardened nipple before moving on.

“fuck-“ y/n’s voice was breathy.

daniela smirked against her skin before standing up abruptly, her hands went to the hem of her own dress and without hesitation, she lifted it.

pulled her lace thong down her thighs and stepped out of it. the fabric was already damp at the crotch, the lace clinging to her skin before daniela balled it up in her fist and shoved it to y/n’s chest

“meet me on the dancefloor” her voice was low and commanding. y/n stared at the thong in her hand, her face flushed, her lips swollen from kissing. she swallowed and nodded.

her fingers closed around the damp lace, fingers curling around it instinctively before she tucked it into the small clutch bag hanging from her wrist.

daniela’s eyes stayed on her “good girl.” then she turned, pushed the curtain open and stepped out.

she left y/n sitting there, trembling slightly, her dress still pushed down around her waist, her skin flushed and her mind racing.

~~~~~

the dancefloor was already crowded when y/n finally made her way back out.

the dj had switched to a slower, sexier track. something with a deep bassline that pulsed through the floor beneath her heels.

she spotted daniela immediately, stood near the edge of the dancefloor, her back against one of the support pillars, her posture relaxed but her eyes locked on y/n the second she stepped into view.

she looked dangerous and y/n’s stomach flipped.

she weaved through the crowd, her champagne satin dress swaying with every step, her mind still reeling from the photo booth, from the way daniela had looked at her, from the way she’d spoken to her.

“you took your time.” daniela’s voice was a low purr, her eyes dark with something that made y/n’s breath catch.

she didn’t wait for an answer, instead, she turned and backed herself against y/n’s front. her ass pressed flush against y/n’s hips, her body moving instantly to the rhythm of the music.

y/n’s hands found her waist automatically, fingers curling into the satin, gripping tight as daniela began to grind against her.

every roll of her hips sent a jolt of heat straight between y/n’s thighs. she could feel the damp lace of her own thong and could feel the way her body ached for daniela’s touch.

“dani…” her voice was barely a whisper.

daniela didn’t turn around, she kept moving. one hand sliding up to tangle in y/n’s hair, her fingers twisting slightly, pulling just enough to make y/n gasp.

“shh.” she leaned back slightly, her ass still pressed against y/n’s hips, her voice a dark murmur in y/n’s ear “make up an excuse.”

y/n’s heart pounded “what?”

“get the fuck out of here,” daniela whispered, her lips brushing the shell of y/n’s ear as she spoke. “meet me in the bedroom.”

she turned around to meet y/n’s gaze over her shoulder, her expression was serious “you belong to me.”

her fingers trailed down y/n’s jaw, her chin, her neck, until they rested against the hollow of y/n’s collarbone. she dragged her fingertip along the sensitive skin there, slow and deliberate “and i’m gonna fucking prove it to you.”

then she stepped away and walked off before y/n could respond, left her standing there breathless.

~~~~~

y/n slipped away from the edge of the dance floor almost on instinct. she kept her head down, weaving between guests until she spotted the sign for the hotel bathrooms just off the ballroom lobby.

she pushed through the heavy door, the noise of the reception immediately dulling behind her.

she hurried to the nearest mirror, planting both hands against the marble countertop as she looked up “…shit.”

her cheeks were still bright pink and her hair, which had been perfectly pinned back hours earlier, had escaped in loose strands that framed her face in complete disarray.

and then there was her lipstick or…what was left of it.

it had smudged beyond the edges of her lips, faded unevenly until it looked more like she’d forgotten to reapply it than anything else.

“…shit, shit.” she grabbed a paper towel, dampening it under the tap before carefully wiping around her mouth.

she smoothed both hands down the front of her dress, straightening the satin where it had creased before adjusting the straps back into place. she tucked the loose pieces of hair behind her ears but they immediately fell back out again.

“…of course.” opening her clutch, she reached automatically for her lipstick instead…her fingers brushed against something soft and wet.

she froze and slowly looking down into the bag “…oh my god.” she squeezed her eyes shut for a second.

she bit the inside of her cheek, quickly pushing the lace further beneath the rest of her things before anyone could walk in and catch a glimpse.

her face somehow grew even hotter, she let out a long breath through her nose, shaking her head to herself trying to ignore the ache between her legs. finally finding her lip liner and lipstick, she leaned closer to the mirror.

she fluffed her hair with her fingers, pinched a little colour back into her cheeks, though she hardly needed the help and took one final look at herself.

still flushed and still a little flustered but at least she no longer looked quite so obvious.

snapping the compact shut, she slipped it back into her clutch, squared her shoulders and headed for the door.

the music grew louder as she stepped back into the corridor, laughter spilling out from the ballroom once again.

she’d barely taken a few steps before she walked straight into someone “whoa.” warm hands caught her by the elbows before she could stumble “careful.” y/n looked up.

megan.

“s-sorry.”

megan steadied her before taking a proper look at her “…hey.” her brows knitted together “you alright?”

“yeah.” the answer came far too fast “yeah, i’m fine.”

megan didn’t look convinced, she studied her for another second “you look…” she hesitated “…a bit flustered.”

y/n instinctively touched her cheek “do i?”

“a little” megan smiled faintly.

y/n laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck “it’s just… really warm in there.”

megan glanced towards the air-conditioned ballroom before looking back at her “…sure.”

there was a brief silence as y/n looked over megan’s shoulder. across the room, sophia and manon were still surrounded by relatives, being pulled into yet another round of family photos.

“…megan?”

“yeah?”

“if soph or manon ask where i am…” she hesitated, searching for something believable “…could you tell them dani’s not feeling great?”

megan’s expression softened immediately “aw, really?”

y/n nodded “yeah… i think i’m gonna take her upstairs for a bit.”

“of course” megan gave her arm a reassuring squeeze “i’ll let them know.”

“thank you.”

“tell her i hope she’s okay.” megan smiled “go on. i’ll cover for you.”

“thanks, megs.” with one last grateful smile, y/n slipped away towards the tables to collect their things before making her way out into the hotel lobby.

~~~~~

the elevator doors chimed open just as she approached, and she stepped inside without hesitation. the mirrored walls reflected the flushed state of her skin, the slightly messy waves of her hair, the way her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths. she pressed the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall, clutching her small clutch bag tightly to her chest.

when the doors slid open again, she stepped out into the quiet hallway, the plush carpet muffling the sound of her heels. she hurried toward their room, her mind racing with images of daniela’s possessive touch, the way her voice had dropped into something dark and demanding.

she reached for her key card, her fingers brushing against the soft lace in her clutch. the wetness of it made her whimper quietly, her body tightening with need. she fumbled slightly, her free hand pressing against the door as she tried to steady herself.

the card slid into the reader with a quiet click, and the lock disengaged. she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the king-sized bed and the figure standing in the middle of it.

daniela.

she stood there barefoot, her dress still on but unzipped just enough to show the swell of her breasts beneath the black lace of her bra. her arms were crossed over her chest, her posture relaxed but her eyes burning with something raw and hungry.

y/n’s breath hitched in her throat, her fingers tightening around her clutch as she stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind her.

daniela didn’t move and didn’t speak. just watched her with those dark, intense eyes, her jaw set, her lips slightly parted as if she were already tasting her.

y/n’s pulse spiked, she took another step forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor.

daniela moved before she could take another. she crossed the room in three long strides, her hand shooting out to grab y/n’s wrist. she yanked her forward, spinning her around until y/n’s back slammed against the door with a quiet thud.

the impact stole the breath from y/n’s lungs, her clutch slipping from her fingers as daniela’s body pressed flush against hers. one hand shot up, gripping y/n’s jaw, tilting her head back just enough to claim her mouth in a hot, messy kiss.

y/n moaned into it, her hands flying to daniela’s waist, nails digging into the satin of her dress as daniela’s tongue forced its way past her lips. the kiss was rough, demanding, nothing like the soft touches they usually shared. it was possession and need as if daniela was staking her claim, her teeth grazing y/n’s lower lip before pulling back just enough to speak.

“you enjoyed that?” her voice was low, rough with something between jealousy and desire. “letting her touch you all night.”

y/n’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps as daniela’s grip tightened on her jaw “b-babe it wasn’t like-“ she didn’t get to finish.

daniela cut her off with another kiss, this one even harder, her free hand sliding down to grip y/n’s throat. not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make her feel it, enough to remind her who she belonged to.

“shut up.” daniela’s voice was a dark murmur against her lips. “and open.”

y/n obeyed instantly, parting her lips for daniela’s tongue to sweep inside. she moaned, her body arching into the touch, her hips rolling instinctively against daniela’s thigh.

daniela pulled back just enough to look at her, her thumb brushing over y/n’s bottom lip before trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower. her fingers traced the neckline of y/n’s dress, teasing the fabric before slipping beneath it.

“you look too fucking good in this dress.” her voice was rough, her eyes dark with hunger.

before y/n could respond, daniela’s hands were on her hips, gripping tight as she spun her around and shoved her toward the bed. y/n stumbled forward, catching herself on the mattress before daniela’s body pressed her down into the soft comforter.

“dani-“

“shh.” daniela’s breath was hot against her ear as she leaned over her, her hands sliding up y/n’s sides, pushing the champagne satin up inch by inch.

y/n whimpered, her ass lifting slightly as daniela’s hands reached the small of her back, she suddenly remembered her heels were still on.

“m-my heels-“

she started to protest, but daniela cut her off with a sharp shove her body pressing into the mattress as daniela’s hands gripped her ankles, spreading her legs wider.

“i don’t give a fuck.” daniela’s voice was a growl, her fingers digging into y/n’s thighs as she pushed her flush against the bed.

she shuffled up y/n’s body, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of y/n’s face. her hands slid up, pushing the dress up further until it pooled around her waist then before she could even react daniela sat down right on y/n’s face.

y/n moaned instantly, her hands flying to daniela’s thighs as the sudden weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. daniela’s hands shot out, gripping the headboard for balance, her hips already rolling as she ground down against y/n’s mouth.

“fuck-” daniela’s voice was a broken moan, her thighs trembling as she settled fully onto y/n’s face. “that’s it baby fuck me with your mouth.”

y/n moaned, her tongue flicking out instinctively, lapping at daniela’s dripping pussy. she could taste her salty, sweet, intoxicating and she arched her back, her hands gripping daniela’s thighs as she pulled her closer.

daniela gasped, her hips jerking as y/n’s tongue found her clit, swirling around it in slow, torturous circles. “shit-” she moaned, her body trembling as she rode y/n’s face, her hips rolling in time with y/n’s tongue. “fuck, just like that”

she reached back, one hand tangling in y/n’s hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper as she ground down harder, her pussy dripping against y/n’s lips. “take it, baby. take every fucking drop.”

y/n moaned, her tongue working faster, her fingers digging into daniela’s thighs as she lapped at her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she arched her back, her hips rolling in time with daniela’s movements.

daniela’s breathing grew ragged, her thighs trembling as she rode y/n’s face, her moans filling the room as y/n’s tongue worked her closer and closer to the edge. “fuck yes yes yes!“ she gasped, her hips stuttering as she came, her pussy clenching around y/n’s tongue as she rode out her orgasm.

daniela let out a shuddering breath as the final waves of her orgasm subsided. she opened her eyes, looking down at y/n sprawled beneath her, face glistening with her wetness. a possessive growl rumbled in her throat as she sat back, straddling y/n's waist.

her hand shot out, wrapping around y/n's throat in a firm grip. y/n's breath caught, eyes widening slightly at the sudden intensity.

daniela leaned in, tongue flicking out to drag slowly across y/n's chin, licking up the remnants of her own juices. the taste sent a fresh surge of arousal straight to her core.

"look at you," she purred, voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "covered in me." she pressed closer, lips ghosting over y/n's as she tightened her grip on her throat just enough to make her squirm.

"you like that, don't you?" she murmured, grinding her hips down against y/n's. "knowing you belong to me?"

without warning, she crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue as she claimed y/n's mouth. y/n whimpered, hands grasping uselessly at daniela's back as she was thoroughly ravished.

when daniela finally pulled back, they were both panting. she stared down at y/n, eyes dark with possessiveness.

“you liked watching me get jealous all day, didn't you?" daniela hissed, her grip tightening around y/n's throat.

y/n's eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. "i-i didn't know baby i swear-“

“shut up." daniela cut her off, dragging y/n's hand between her own thighs. "these hands were on her all day. on her arm, on her waist, on her-“ she ground down against y/n's palm, a strangled moan escaping her lips.

"baby, it was for the wedding-" y/n tried to protest, only to be silenced by daniela pushing her fingers deeper.

“this is where your fucking hands should've been." daniela hissed, sinking down onto y/n's digits, her eyes falling shut as she rode them, her breathing ragged.

daniela's hips ground down harder, her pussy clenching rhythmically around y/n's fingers as she chased her release again.

"tell me you're mine," she demanded, her voice low and rough with need. she tightened her grip on y/n's throat, applying just enough pressure to make y/n gasp. "say it."

y/n's back arched, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan. "i’m yours, dani," she panted. "i’m yours, only yours..."

daniela's grip on y/n's throat tightened slightly as she let out a long, guttural moan. her hips jerked erratically, her pussy clamping down hard on y/n's fingers as she came again, shuddering and gasping above her. wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her nails digging into y/n's skin as she rode it out, her eyes locked onto y/n's the entire time.

she collapsed forward, bracing herself on her hands as she tried to catch her breath. her grip on y/n's throat loosened, her thumb brushing gently over the flushed skin in an almost soothing gesture.

"yeah you're mine, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "you're the only person who gets to do this to me, ever." she pulled back, her gaze never leaving y/n's, as she pulled y/n's fingers out of her with a wet plop.

y/n's whimper was like music to her ears, and daniela's eyes flashed with excitement as she lifted y/n's fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean slowly, her eyes never leaving y/n's.

muffled sounds of pleasure and arousal escaped her lips as she savored the taste of herself on y/n's fingers, her eyes burning with intensity as she looked at y/n, who was now a whimpering mess.

"p-please mami..." y/n's plea was like a trigger, and daniela's eyes flashed with excitement as she pulled y/n's fingers out of her mouth, her lips curling into a possessive, hungry smile.

she leaned forward, her mouth inches from y/n's, her breath hot and heavy against y/n's skin "what do you want, baby?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "what do you want me to do to you?"

y/n whimpered, hips bucking up needily against daniela. "touch me, please."

without a word, daniela moved quickly, flipping y/n over onto her stomach. she unzipped the champagne dress, peeling it slowly off y/n's body.

a groan escaped daniela's lips as she gazed upon y/n's bare ass. she raised one hand and brought it down in a firm slap, making y/n gasp. "look at you, so fucking wet," daniela growled.

she reached up, fingers tangling in y/n's hair and yanking her head back, arching y/n's back. "bet you were this wet all day, knowing you were getting me fucking jealous," she hissed.

y/n trembled beneath the firm grip, heart pounding. she was aching to be touched, craving daniela's possessive hands on her body. “i-i wasn’t trying to make you jealous”

daniela's grip on y/n's hips tightened, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she yanked y/n's thong off, the sound of the fabric tearing echoing through the room. y/n's legs trembled, her feet splayed out to the sides as daniela's hand reached around, slipping under her body.

the angle was perfect, daniela's fingers sliding deep into y/n's pussy, the tips curling up to graze the sensitive spot just inside. y/n's body arched, her hips rolling up to meet daniela's hand, her clit grinding into the palm. the pressure was exquisite, the sensation of daniela's fingers moving inside her, coupled with the gentle rubbing of her clit, sent y/n's senses into overdrive.

"don't fucking lie to me," daniela's voice was low, husky, her words punctuated by the sound of her fingers moving in and out of y/n's pussy. "only i can make you this wet, isn't that right, baby?" y/n's response was a mere whimper, her body betraying her as she bucked up into daniela's hand.

the sound of daniela's fingers moving inside y/n was like music, the wet sounds of her pussy slick with arousal, echoing through the room. daniela's fingers sped up, her movements becoming more insistent, more demanding. y/n's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she approached the edge.

"that bitch couldn't make you feel this good, no one can," daniela's voice was a dark whisper, her words laced with a possessive intensity that sent shivers down y/n's spine. "this pussy is mine. you're mine. all of you is."

she leaned over y/n's body, her eyes dark with desire. her fingers moved relentlessly, pressing and curling inside y/n's wet heat. the rhythmic squelching sounds filled the room, punctuated by y/n's desperate whimpers and moans.

y/n's body was pinned beneath daniela's, her body pressing into y/n's back as she worked her fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot that had y/n writhing and clenching around her.

"feel good, mi amor?" daniela purred in y/n's ear, her voice low and dripping with arousal. she emphasized her words by pushing her fingers in harder and faster.

"you hear that?" daniela whispered, tugging y/n's hair back so she could see her flushed, blissed-out expression. "only i do that to you, baby. don't i?"

y/n was a whimpering, drooling mess beneath her, her hips grinding back desperately against daniela's hand.

“y-yes, mami," she whined, her voice high and needy.

daniela growled, her wrist beginning to ache from the relentless pace, but she didn't slow down. y/n was hers, and she was going to make sure she remembered that.

her fingers moved faster, her touch growing more insistent as she whispered in y/n's ear "yeah, you wanna cum, baby? you wanna cum all over my fingers?" her tongue darted out, tracing the shell of y/n's ear, making her shiver "you're so close, i can feel it. your pussy's clenching, trying to keep me inside." her breath was hot against y/n's skin, her words making y/n's arousal spike "let go, baby. let me feel you cum."

y/n's body tensed, her muscles locking up as her orgasm hit. daniela's fingers were still moving, still stroking her, but it was too much. y/n's pussy clenched, and she felt herself being pulled under, her vision blurring at the edges

“dani- fuck yes nnghh oh my god-“

daniela's mouth closed over y/n's neck, her teeth sinking in, marking her skin. y/n felt a rush of pain mixed with pleasure, her orgasm intensifying as daniela sucked and bit, leaving her skin throbbing and tender.

y/n's body arched off the bed, her hips thrusting, her pussy clenching around daniela's fingers. she was screaming, moaning, her voice echoing off the walls as daniela continued to suck and bite, leaving her skin marked and bruised.

daniela finally pulled back, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with desire. she gazed down at y/n, her expression possessive, her lips curled into a cruel smile.

"mine," she whispered, her voice low and rough. "you're mine."

daniela pulled her fingers out slowly, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips as she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. she licked them clean with a low hum, savoring the taste of y/n's arousal.

"mmm, you taste so good, baby," she purred, her dark eyes burning with desire.

y/n lay beneath her, trembling and spent, her pussy clenching around nothing. she tried to turn over, to face her girlfriend, but the other woman quickly moved, tangling her fingers in y/n's hair and pushing her back down.

"did i say i was done?" daniela's free hand drifted down, teasing y/n's now sensitive clit and making her hips jerk.

her grip on y/n's hair tightened, a silent command to stay put as she began to stroke y/n's clit in slow, torturous circles. y/n whimpered, her body arching into the touch, desperate for more.

"i'm not stopping until the only name that's in your pretty little head," daniela leaned in, her lips brushing y/n's ear

“is mine”

a/n : 👀 sooo what can i say im a sucker for jealous dani

It’s like the world slows down when the curls walk in. Flaying around like the wind was made to make her shine. The world almost slows down as her boots clack against the floor, eyes razor sharp, finding yours immediately. Locked onto you like a missile locking onto its target. Then there’s her boyfriend, trailing behind her like a lost pup. He’s almost clueless about what was going to go down tonight. 

“Happy birthday, princesa.” She whispers into your ear, coming up behind you. Her hands snake around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. She hands you your present, feels you burning up against her. She lets go shortly after, going back to kissing her boyfriend, Jonah, was it? He looks like he bullies fifth graders on roblox for a living. 

You’re trying not to be a hater, because she seems… happy. You wanted to be supportive but the way he talks is so idiotic, and the poses he makes, and the way he talks about her, and the songs he sings… it makes your blood boil. As long as Daniela is happy. Right? Except the latina was staring at you the entire time. 

She watches your hips move to the rhythm of the music, watches you giggle with the girls. Watches extremely closely when Megan rubs up against you. You both laugh like it’s a joke, like it’s platonic, but Daniela knows Megan. Her fist balls up, and then there’s her boyfriend kissing her neck, boiling her blood even more. She can’t focus, her vision is all over the place, scanning people as she keeps track of what you’re doing. 

“You go home, I’ll stay with her tonight. It’s her birthday after all, I promised her I’d stay.” She whispers to Jonah, he grumbles, but she gives him that intimidating look she gives haters, and he shuts up. He pouts at her, kissing her one last time before calling his buddy over to leave. Her eyes roll at his antiques, leaving to find you. Where are you? There. Bingo. 

She sneaks up behind you, pressing her lips against your shoulder, till you shiver. You whine out, “Dude, sto—” You pause when you look back. Your smile drops, immediately turning around. “Dani, what— what are you doing?” Daniela shrugs, running her hands through her hair, straightening her dress before saying, “Just dancing with my best friend.” You raise your eyebrow at her, looking at her skeptically. 

She backs off, putting her hands up in defence. You scoff, and look away. She goes all the way to the bar to get herself a drink. Her eyes don’t wander, they always land on you. She’s a bee, and you’re the flower. Daniela can’t stop herself from staring when you look that good, not when you’re surrounded by people that aren’t her. 

She chugs a drink down for confidence, shaking her head to refresh her system. She knows what she needs to do. Slides up next to you, putting her hands on some other guy as she observes you, stalks you before making her next move. You feel her presence, but you don’t know where she is. Daniela is always haunting you. You know she’s onto you this time. 

It’s like moving around the room with a ghost, Daniela can’t stop staring at your figure, she’s salivating at the thought of you. Her teeth are aching, needing to tear into your skin and leave it littered with hickeys. But she has to hold herself back, not here. So, she makes the obvious choice. Calls you to her room. 

“Room 101, in ten.” Daniela whispers into your ear, disappearing before you can say no. You look back frantically, eyes searching for her, but she’s nowhere to be found. You wink at your best friend, letting her know you’re heading out. Your hands reach into your pocket to reapply your lipgloss as you head upstairs. 

Room 101. You take a deep breath in, knocking softly. No one answers for a moment, you reach up to ring the bell, and sure enough the door opens. “You’re here.” You smirk. “You knew I’d be here.” She whispers, fingers motioning for you to come in. She settles down onto the bed, patting her lap. You look at her hesitantly. 

“You have a boyfriend.” You mumble, looking at her blatantly. She grabs your arm and pulls you into her lap, giggling with you. “That’s not for you to worry about.” She whispers against your ear, pressing a kiss against it. “Open it,” She says, referring to her present, sitting in front of both of you, wrapped in bright pink, almost ironical. You had started developing a liking towards the colour after hating it most of your childhood. You undo the bow, Daniela’s lips trail up your neck, leaving little licks that make you shiver in her arms. 

You open the box, and a moan leaves you at how hard she bites down. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp seeing the strap she’s given to you as a gift. You look back at her, squirming in her lap, but she keeps you in place, taking the strap in her hands. You whimper looking at it, unsure as to how it’ll fit. Daniela licks her lips, tracing your mouth, before pulling you into a kiss. “You look so beautiful, mi tesoro.” She kisses your ear, pulling you off her lap so she can put the strap on. 

“Ride me, I wanna watch you ride it.” She says, smirking. No reaction. Your mouth drops. But Daniela’s working fast, hands undoing your dress, pulling your zipper down, tearing it off your body. Her lips are on yours again, you whispering for her to do something. She hooks her arms under your thighs, pulling you onto your strap. Her fingers trace your entrance, making you whine out harder. “Dani, stop it.” You press your lips against her harder, hoping she would put it in already. 

“I said ride me, didn’t I?” You don’t wait any longer, sitting down on her strap. “Oh fuck, f—fuck Dani.” Your eyes close as you use her boobs to balance yourself. Daniela lays down, lets you fist her breasts, moaning watching you. You move your ass against her strap, going back and forth, getting used to the size. “God, it’s so big. I— I can’t—” You’re barely forming sentences, but Dani is so mesmerized by the look on your face, it’s stunning. 

To her, you’ve never looked more beautiful. “You’re so handsome,” She mumbles out. You giggle through your haze. “Handsome?” Daniela panics for a second. “Uh, pretty, I mean unless you like being called handsome, I mean— english words english, oh my god wait—” You put a finger against her mouth. “I love you, oh my god.” You slowly move up and down on her strap and moan out. 

“Dani,” You whimper against her neck, but Dani’s so lost in watching your ass go up and down her strap, it’s not long before she loses it. Her hands cup your ass, pushing it down on her strap. “Holy fuck, baby—” Daniela growls, slamming her hips into you till you’re crying into her shoulder, begging for her to go harder. “Daniela, oh god, keep going please, fuckfuckfuck— please,” You mumble incoherently. 

Daniela’s losing herself in it even more. “Cum for me baby, cum on my strap, please baby, c’mon, for me, please,” She whispers as your body trembles from your orgasm. Another complaint leaving your lips as you’re pulled off her strap. 

She lays you down on the bed, mouth immediately latching onto your nipple, you throw your head back, tugging at her hair, Her teeth lightly dig into your skin, fingers entering your tight hole. Daniela moans against you. “So warm, cariño.” Her fingers thrust into you, mouth obsessed with your breasts, trying to take as much in as she can. 

“Daniela, ‘m sensitive, oh my god, fuck.” You scream out her name, back arching as she pushes you back into place. “Gonna make you cum for me again, mine, mine, mine.” She growls. You only whine harder. “I’m yours, baby, slow down, lord,” You gasp out, legs twitching from the overstimulation. Her mouth leaves your chest, saliva dripping from her chin, and she laps at your clit instead. Your hips shoot up, cries leaving your mouth. 

“God— you’re so good, oh my god, fuck, I can’t—- baby, shit.” Your voice is hoarse from the screaming, cumming into her mouth right after. She only smirks, wiping it off her chin. 

“You have a boyfriend, Avanzini.” 

Wonhee’s oblivious to the girl burning holes into the back of her head as she admires Sophia’s abs. Megan doesn’t seem to mind, her hand rests over Sophia’s stomach. The elder keeps her calm, heart pounding as her eyes search the crew, hoping to get a look at you. Your arms are folded, simply leaning against the wall. 

Sophia exhales, looking away immediately. Her mind’s rushing over thoughts, too loud to focus on what Wonhee’s saying. Yoonchae translates for them, but Sophia only clenches, signalling for Megan to keep the conversation going. Wonhee’s fussing, already asking for a routine, but Sophia can’t seem to keep her calm. 

You begin to walk towards them, catching Megan’s eyes, giving her the same terrifying smile as last night. You can see her shiver, fumbling her words as her eyes switch between you and the girl from ILLIT. Oh. You greet the girls, smiling as you make your way behind Sophia. Your chin rests on her shoulder, nails already coming up to scratch her abdomen lightly. Sophia’s breath stutters. 

Wonhee doesn’t seem to notice much, already busy with Yoonchae. Sophia has to bite down her lip to stop whimpering, and Megan’s looking at them like a lost puppy. “Pathetic,” You whisper in her ear, Sophia’s fingers curl up into fists. You slap the hand that tries to reach up your skirt away, looking at Megan to behave, but she only pouts. Your hand wraps around her throat, and her vision goes dizzy. 

A soft peck, no one’s suspecting anything. “Behave.” Megan’s eyes shine, smile full of mischief. 

Sophia’s already pressed against the headboard, begging to undress you. Her eyes aren’t working on you, and Megan keeps giving her that stupid smug smile that makes her want to pull you both down and just— 

“Focus.” Your lips press against hers, and Sophia’s hands shoot up, curling around your waist, trapping you against her. Your hand cups her breast, squeezes till she moans and pushes her off. “Did you like the attention, hm?” Sophia shakes her head immediately, already trying to go in for another kiss. 

You straddle her, slowly tearing the shirt off her body. You turn towards Megan, “c’mere, pup.” Megan follows, kissing up your neck. Your hands wrap around hers, choking softly, the way she likes, “whatever you need,” Megan barely manages to mumble out. Your hand quickly takes the tie off Megan, turning your attention towards Sophia once more. 

Before Sophia protests, you’re tying her hands together, putting them over her head, making sure she gets a good view of your back arching in the process, and god she hates not being able to touch, you know that damn well, better than anyone else. 

Megan lifts your arms, taking your shirt off, so she can go back to your breasts. “Fuck, puppy, just like that,” your back arches, giving Megan more space to take what she needs. Sophia’s watching, biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. She sees the smirk on your face. She hates it, she wants to wipe it off you so bad, she’s going to—

Megan goes behind you, gently laying you over Sophia so she can position herself over your entrance. “Baby? Can I?” She leans over to whisper, too far gone, already tapping it against your entrance. You gasp, nodding. She taps it harder against your entrance, making you use Sophia as support. 

“Megan, fuck,” Whispered as you’re kissing Sophia, as she’s trying to shove her tongue down your throat. Sophia growls, hands already struggling to not break free. Megan thrusts in, so, so full. “S’tight. Shit, shit, babe,” Megan whispers, falling forward. “That’s it, keep going,” You whine out, saliva mixing with Sophia’s. She’s fucking dying, her cock throbs. 

“Yeah, just let me fuck you,” Megan whispered into your ear, she knows what that does to you. Your head falls into Sophia’s chest, and Megan decides to go hard. “Don’t think about her, think about me, how my cock stretches you out, princess. Made to take this, aren’t you?” 

Jesus Christ, your eyes are barely opening. Your stomach presses against Sophia’s now hard cock, grinding against it as Megan slams into you from behind. “Oh, fuck, like that,” Sophia whimpers into your ear, knowing how riled up it gets you. 

Megan’s nails dig into your hips, pressing you harder into Sophia. “You wanna fuck her, Laforteza? Hm? I know that look. Maybe you should start whining less and begging more.” Megan switches up so fast, your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“You see how she takes this dick? Such a good little slut for me, and me only, isn’t she?” Megan’s hand comes down on your ass, making sure it turns red, till you can only whimper out a yes to please her. “My good girl, doing so good princess.” 

Sophia growls out in rebellion, demanding for herself to be untied so she can show Megan how it’s really done. “At least I wasn’t letting other people admire my body while my girl watches,” Megan hisses, pulling your head back by the hair so Sophia can clearly see your eyes crossing. 

“Meg, I won’t last long, shit,” You moan out, and Sophia clenches her wrists. Don’t you dare. “Hold it, princess.” God, the things Megan’s voice does to you, especially when she’s slamming into you like she’s been wanting this for ages. “Tell her how good and deep I fuck you,” Megan smirks, kissing the spot beneath your ear as she looks straight into Sophia’s eyes. 

“So good, c—can’t think. You’re so big, Meg, too big,” You whine out, finally clenching around her. “Can’t hold it,” Megan smirks at your words, reaching out to rub your clit, calling you her good slut as she makes you look right into Sophia’s eyes as you cum. 

Megan doesn’t let you rest, strokes your stomach as you collapse back into her lap while secretly untying Sophia. 

You’re fucked. 

Sophia’s hands reach out, “You’re such a tease,” Sophia growls against you, taking her cock in her hands, tapping it on your pussy, hitting your clit. Your hips jerk upwards into her. “Sophia, it’s so big, I can’t, god…” 

Sophia was so much bigger than Megan’s, the teasing was all fun, but holy shit she was going to make sure you weren’t able to sit. “I know, baby, I know, but you can take it, okay? Now get on your hands and knees.” Sophia bites down on your ear. 

When she finally enters you? Fuck. “Fuck, you’re so tight. God, it’s gripping me so well—” Sophia moans into your neck, hands coming down on your ass. “Be a good slut f’me please, wanna cum in you, wanna make it up to you, please baby.” Sophia whines, and Megan smirks at her condition. 

Megan’s nails scratch against Sophia’s back as Sophia ruts into you, getting the poor girl whinier. “Please, baby I never wanna pull out, it’s so tight… fuck, how did Megan do this, Jesus.” Sophia couldn’t keep her words under control, not when she was so close. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum? You know the magic word.” You smirk, biting your lip as Sophia’s moans get louder in your ear. “Please, please I’ll be so good. I’m stretching you out so much, so much better than Megan, please tell me, god I’m yours, you’re mine, just let me nut in you, please.” Sophia begged so pretty, both you and Megan had your eyes sparkling. Megan’s hand came down on Sophia’s ass, putting her right back in place. 

“Been hard for so long, you’re both so hot, ugh, I can’t help it, just wanna fuck you over and over.”

“Yeah? You like fucking her while I watch? That’s what I thought.” Megan fuels the flame. 

“Go on baby, take what you need.” Sophia growled hearing your words, speeding up her thrusts. “Feels so good, should’ve done this so much sooner, I’m all yours, just want your pussy, all the time, just wanna be good for you both, won’t let anyone look at me again like that.” Sophia whines, eyes getting dizzier. 

She made sure to not pull out as she came, collapsing onto you, a little tired, heaving. You flip yourselves over, giving Megan a little peck before you both turn to a now wrecked Sophia. 

"fine. but you sit on that couch, you don't touch anything, and you don't make a sound. y’ hear me, babygirl? be good,"

you nodded so hard your head almost fell off, a huge, grateful smile on your face as you walked into the room without another word and curled up on the leather couch.

for the first hour, you were. you sat curled up on the leather couch, watching her work with wide, adoring eyes. you were so captivated by the way her fingers flew across the keyboard, the way she'd bite her lip in concentration.

but your best behavior was short-lived. boredom started to creep in, and your eyes started to wander over all the shiny, colorful buttons and blinking lights on her equipment.

you pouted to yourself, trying to fight every bone in your body not to get up—remembering lara’s words. but the seed had been planted. the urge to fiddle was overwhelming. lara wasn’t even paying attention, anyway. s’ not like she’ll find out if you touched a few things, right?

a few minutes later, you cautiously look around the studio to check if lara was looking before wandering over to the other computers, intrigued by the colorful waves on the screen. you wanted to make them dance. you reached out and jiggled the mouse.

you slid off the couch, your bare feet silent on the floor. you just wanted to see what one of them felt like. you reached out a hesitant finger and pushed a small slider up. a burst of static crackled through the monitors. you jumped, quickly pushing it back down. that was scary. but also... kinda fun.

the screen changed. a window popped up asking if you wanted to save changes to 'track_07_final_v2.wav'. you didn't know what that meant, but you saw a button that said 'no'. you didn't want to save anything, you wanted to play.

so you clicked it. then, in your confusion, you clicked something else that said 'delete'. you didn't mean to, it just looked like a fun button to press.

a moment later, you tripped over a cable, sending a small, expensive-looking synthesizer crashing to the floor with a sickening crunch.

the silence that followed was deafening. lara slowly turned in her chair, her eyes wide with disbelief. she looked from the broken synth on the floor to her computer screen, which was now conspicuously missing the file she'd been working on for six hours.

"what," she said, her voice dangerously quiet, "did you do?"

you freeze, and you just stand there. not knowing what to say—

“what did you do, baby? what the hell happened?” lara asked again, voice firmer this time.

you swallow hard as your throat goes dry, not knowing how to explain it to lara. tears start forming in your eyes, “i– i jus’ touched the red button… an’ then it went away, a-an’ then i tripped over somethin’–“

nothing. silence. you could see lara’s jaw tense up, and you felt like you had to say something.

“d-didn’t mean to… m’sorry,” you mumble under your breath as you fidget with your fingers.

"didn’t mean to? you stupid, stupid girl," she muttered, and it was so much worse than if she'd yelled. "d’ you have any idea what you've done, hm? answer me,"

you shake your head, sniffling "d-dunno… m’sorry–" you whimpered, fat tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

"you're sorry?" she scoffed, grabbing your arm and yanking you towards her. "sorry doesn't un-corrupt a file. sorry doesn't fix a five thousand dollar synthesizer. you wanted my attention so bad? y’ fucking have it."

she bent you over the table, the cold surface shocking your warm skin. she didn't bother being gentle, just pulled your shorts and panties down to your ankles.

"y’ wanna act like a little baby who can't follow rules? i'll treat you like one," she grunted, and you heard the sound of her jeans being undone. "since y’ can't use your pretty lil’ head for anything good… can’t fuckin’ listen and follow simple rules,”

you heard the sound of her belt being unbuckled, the rasp of her zipper. then you felt the thick, blunt head of her cock pressing against your entrance.

she spat on her hand, slicking up her cock before slowly pushing it inside. "this is what happens to brats who don't listen."

she pushed into you in one slow, unrelenting thrust, and you cried out at the burning stretch. it hurt, but there was a part of you that craved it, that knew you deserved it.

"angel—fuck, you're tight," she groaned, gripping your hips so hard you knew you'd have bruises tomorrow. "probably 'cause your girlfriend's too busy working to fuck this greedy little cunt properly."

she started to move, her pace punishing and deliberate. each thrust was a reminder. a reminder of your disobedience.

"all y’ had to do was sit there and look pretty," she snarled, her rhythm getting faster, harder. "but you couldn't even do that, could you? jus’ had to stick your grubby little fingers everywhere. you're just a dumb, pretty little princess, baby. that's all y’ are."

she brought her hand down on your ass, a sharp smack that made you yelp. "isn’t that right, baby? c’mon, use your words f’me,“ another smack. except she rubs a hand over your cheek this time to soothe the sting.

you could only squeal in response, your body rocking with the force of her thrusts. you were getting so wet, the sound of her fucking you getting filthier and filthier.

"answer me," she demanded, her grip on your hips tightening.

“u-uh-huh! fuck–" you sobbed.

"good," she growled, reaching around to roughly rub your clit. "cum f’ me, angel. show me how sorry y’ are. make a mess all over my cock."

her fingers were merciless, and the combination of the pain and the pleasure was too much. your orgasm hit you hard, your legs shaking as you cried out into the empty studio. lara followed a moment later with a deep groan, burying herself inside you as she came.

she pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching. she didn't say a word, just walked over to the couch and sat down, leaving you bent over the table, a mess of tears and cum.

"get up," she said finally, her voice flat. "go clean yourself off."

you slowly pushed yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly. your mind felt fuzzy, like cotton wool. all the scary words and numbers on the computer screen were just a blur. the only thing that felt real was the dull ache between your legs and the cold, sticky mess on your thighs. you stumbled towards the small en-suite bathroom, your head empty.

you couldn't remember why you were crying, or why lara was so mad. all you knew was that you had been a bad girl, and now you had to go clean yourself. thinking was too hard anyway.

a few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. "baby? can y’ let me in…?"

you just cried harder.

the door opened slowly, and lara stepped in. her anger was gone, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated guilt. she knelt down in front of you, her expression softening when she saw your tear-streaked face.

"oh, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with regret. "c'mere."

she pulled you into her arms, holding you tight against her chest. you buried your face in her neck, your sobs quieting to hiccups.

"m’ so sorry," she murmured, kissing the top of your head.

"i was so mad, and i took it out on you. that was not okay. i went too far."

she gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with her thumbs. "are y’ hurt, baby? did i hurt you?"

you just shook your head, sniffling.

"let's get you cleaned up, ‘kay?" she said softly. she helped you stand and guided you to sit on the closed toilet lid. she grabbed a warm, wet washcloth and gently cleaned between your thighs, her touch impossibly tender. she was so careful, so different from the person who'd just been fucking you against the table.

once you were clean, she pulled your discarded pajama shorts back up your legs. she then picked you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you back out into the studio.

she bypassed the couch and sat down in her own chair, settling you in her lap.

she grabbed the softest blanket she could find and wrapped it around you, tucking it under your chin.

then she just held you, rocking you gently and stroking your hair.

"the file can be recovered," she said quietly after a while. "and the synthesizer... the synthesizer can be replaced. nothing’s more important than you. y’ know that, right, angel?"

you nodded sleepily, your head resting against her shoulder. the anger and fear had drained away, replaced by a warm, sleepy feeling of safety.

"i love my dumb, pretty girl," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "even when you break my stuff."