♱y

You threw your head back, a shiver of pleasure racing through you as your hand pumped along your dick. The room seemed to tilt and spin with every stroke, your breath catching as the tension built. On the screen, two naked girls tangled together, moaning, their bodies glistening under the light. Your mouth hung open, entranced. You’d always wondered what it would feel like to be buried inside a real pussy, how warm it’d be, how it’d mess you up and ruin you in the best way.

But that wasn’t your reality. Not yet. Right now, all you had was your fist and the fantasy of fucking them both at once. So caught up in the rhythm, you didn’t notice the door swing open until it was already too late.

A sharp scream snapped you back. You whipped your head around, heart plummeting, and yanked a hand over yourself. Your mom stood frozen for a split second, laundry basket in hand, before she gasped and slammed the door shut behind her.

Shit.

You were never coming back from this embarrassment and you’ll face the consequence of your mom never seeing you the same.

You cleaned yourself up in a panic, scrubbing like that would somehow erase the memory from both your brain and your mom’s. There was no way you could stay in that house, not after committing the ultimate humiliation. With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone and fired off a desperate text to Megan, begging her to meet up before your shame officially killed you.

You found her at your usual hangout, the greasy corner of the local burger joint, the one with sticky tables and flickering neon lights that made you feel like the universe was personally judging you. Megan was already there, fries in one hand, soda in the other, smirking like she’d been waiting for this moment all your life.

Megan patted your shoulder, “I mean, it’s not all that bad. She knows you’re a hormonal freak now, so maybe she’ll finally knock,” she cackled, nearly choking on her soda.

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “Mei, my mom saw my dick. My dick. I’m literally never leaving the house again. She’s probably downstairs right now burning my laundry like some exorcism ritual.”

“Relax,” Megan said, smirking. “It’s not like she walked in on you, I don’t know, fucking a cantaloupe or something. You were just—” she mimed jerking off in the middle of the table.

You smacked her arm. “Can you not act it out in public? Jesus Christ.”

She just laughed, spilling a little soda. “Oh, come on, it’s classic! Honestly, you’re like a walking teen horror-comedy. I’m honored to witness it.”

You buried your face in your hands, wishing the floor would swallow you. But then Megan leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was letting you in on a secret. “Anyway… forget your mom for a second. You know about that party tonight?”

You peeked up, half-excited, half-terrified. “Yeah?”

She grinned devilishly. “We’re going. Perfect chance for us 3 virgins to… experiment a little. Maybe see some real tits, maybe make mistakes we’ll regret forever. And you, uh… you might have a little edge, considering, you know…” She pointed vaguely at your pants, smirking.

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. You had zero experience in that department unless you counted the handful of white socks you’d rubbed over in private, or that one utterly ridiculous moment when cheer captain Daniela, blackout drunk at one of her parties, chucked her panties across the room and they landed right near you and Lara.

Yeah. That counted? somehow.

The drive to the party felt like your own personal hell on wheels. Every red light made your stomach twist, every bump in the road reminded you that soon you’d be walking straight into a room full of people who had no idea you were a hormonal disaster waiting to happen.

You stepped inside and immediately ran straight into Megan and Lara. Megan’s grin stretched way too wide, and Lara just snorted like she already knew tonight was going to be a total catastrophe.

“Finally!” Megan said, grabbing your arm like you were a rescue mission. “We thought you’d bail!”

“I almost did,” you admitted, darting your eyes around like a deer in headlights. “But… here I am. And I already want to crawl under a table and die.”

Lara jabbed your ribs. “Oh, baby quit whining. Remember that cheerleader panties incident? This is nothing compared to that.”

Megan tilted her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Seriously… why haven’t we just fucked y/n yet?” she asked, glancing at Lara like it was the most obvious idea in the world.

Lara blinked, then burst out laughing. “Oh my god… did you just say that out loud?”

Megan shrugged, still grinning. “Yeah. I mean… come on. We’ve been friends since we were kids. It’s time we… y’know.”

Your heart practically exploded through your chest. They actually said it. Out loud. About me. You opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was a strangled, “Wha—what?!”

Lara leaned closer, still laughing. “Relax. We’re just talking. Sort of. Maybe thinking. Not actually planning… yet.”

But you weren’t relaxing. Your brain was doing cartwheels, your stomach twisting into knots, and every scenario from mortifying to completely filthy was flashing through your mind like a porn montage.

Megan leaned back, arms crossed smugly. “I mean, if anyone’s gonna do it, it might as well be us. Before graduation. Right?”

You groaned so loudly it probably sounded like a dying animal. “I hate all of you. I hate everything.”

Lara snorted, shaking her head. “Oh, come on! You love it. Admit it.” You buried your face in your hands, muttering, “I… do not. Absolutely do not…”

It wasn’t the worst idea, but it wasn’t exactly brilliant either. You were terrified of what might happen if the dynamic with your best friends changed but knowing them, part of you doubted it ever would. Still… a small, guilty part of you imagined your first time being with Daniela. You’d always pictured her lips wrapped around your cock—

“Y/n! What are you thinking about?” Lara’s voice cut through your daydream, and she smirked like she already knew.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. “I hate both of you. I hate everything.”

Lara nudged you, smirking like she had the perfect idea. “Aw, come on. Admit it. You’ve thought about this before. Me, Megan, whoever. Don’t even try to deny it.”

You peeked out from your hands. “Maybe… a little.”

Megan’s grin spread wide, practically evil. “A little? That’s basically a yes.”

Lara leaned in closer, voice low and teasing. “You know what? Let’s make a pact. If nobody actually gets laid tonight…” she wiggled her eyebrows, “then you’ll fuck us.”

Megan nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Come on don’t you want the experience of what pussy feels like? That warm apple pie feeling when you slide in..”

Your eyes practically popped out of your head at the suggestion, but the boner straining in your pants gave away how your body really felt. Megan and Lara were staring, grinning like predators, waiting for your answer. Your voice came out shaky, almost comically small: “S-sure?” though it sounded more like a question than a declaration.

As Megan and Lara kept going and Megan swearing up and down you were “packing at least eight” while Lara argued it was “minimum six but thick”, your eyes glued themselves to Daniela across the room. She was laughing, hair falling over her shoulders, red cup in hand, looking like every filthy daydream you ever had at 2 a.m. when the house was quiet.

Heat crawled up your neck and you immediately looked away, practically choking on your own spit.

Nope. Nope. Stop it. Do not imagine her lips around your cock right now. That’s not happening. You’re at a party. With friends. Normal people don’t get hard while waiting for a Sprite.

You shot up from the couch so fast Megan blinked. “Uh—where you going?”

“Drink!” you blurted, already speed-walking toward the kitchen like a man possessed.

By the time you made it to the kitchen, your heart was pounding and your pants were doing a very obvious tent impression. You reached for the nearest red solo cup and poured yourself something out of a random bottle on the counter without even looking at the label.

One sip in and your throat lit up like a bonfire. You coughed so hard people actually turned to look. “Who the hell put jet fuel in this bottle?” you wheezed, blinking back tears.

When you finally looked down, you realized you’d just taken a massive swig of straight tequila.

“Cool. Yeah. Totally fine,” you muttered, chugging the rest anyway because at this point, maybe killing your brain cells was the only way to stop picturing Daniela on her knees in front of you.

You tossed back what was left in your cup like it was water, ignoring the way it burned your throat. One drink turned into two. Two turned into—well, you stopped counting when someone shoved a red solo cup into your hand and screamed, “CHUG!”

So you did.

Before long you were posted up by the snack table, swaying like it was a boat deck and not a living room floor. Everything felt a little too bright, too funny, too loud and you were pretty sure you just high-fived some random guy because he said he liked your shoes.

“Babe,” Lara’s voice cut through the fog in your brain. “Are you… drunk?”

“Noo?” you slurred, the word coming out more like a confession than a denial.

Your eyes flicked down from her face and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or what but she looked hotter than usual.

The tent in your pants betrayed you instantly as your gaze landed on her chest, the way her breasts were pushed together making your mouth go dry. She tilted her head, smirking like she already knew exactly what she was doing to you.

“You getting hard for my tits now, baby?” she teased, sliding her arms around your neck so you could get a better look.

You nodded desperately, unable to speak, heat crawling up your neck.

Without another word, she dragged you toward the nearest bedroom and locked the door behind you. You collapsed onto the bed like a lost puppy, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. And in that moment, you felt like a complete freak for having such desperate, uncontrollable feelings for your best friend.

Lara leaned closer, smirk still firmly in place, letting you hang there like a puppy on a leash.

“You know,” she teased, tilting her head, “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like if you couldn’t stop staring at me.”

Your heart slammed in your chest. The ache in your pants twisted sharper, and before you knew what you were doing, your hands were fumbling up her sides.

Lara made a soft, encouraging hum as she guided you gently, tilting her chest toward your face. “Go ahead… I’m curious what you’ll do.”

Your mouth found her breast before your brain could catch up. You pressed your lips and tongue against her, utterly consumed by the warm, soft flesh. Heat and shame collided in your mind. you knew you probably shouldn’t be doing this, but the alcohol, the tension, the way she was looking at you… it was impossible to stop.

“You’re… really into this, huh?” Lara whispered, smirking down at you. “All hot and desperate. My best friend, my little freak…”

Your hands gripped her sides tighter, muffled moans escaping your throat, every nerve on fire. It was pure chaos…horny, awkward, and completely insane but part of you didn’t care. It felt like you always needed this. Needed her.

Lara laughed softly, teasing, letting you worship her while keeping the line clear. “Alright, little puppy… that’s enough for now. You’re drunk enough to make this… entertaining, but not enough to do anything else.”

You pulled back with a groan, chest heaving, cheeks burning with shame and pleasure, craving more but trapped in the delicious tension Lara was letting you drown in.

“I— I won’t do anything, swear. Just… please let me keep going, Lara,” you begged, your voice breaking pathetically. The sight of you like this only seemed to amuse her more.

She bit her bottom lip in thought, eyes glittering with mischief. “Go ahead, baby.”

You didn’t even wait for her to finish before you latched your mouth back onto her, desperate and needy.

“But—” Lara cut in smoothly, fingers tangling in your hair, “if you start humping my leg, you’re done.”

Her warning barely registered in your foggy, desperate brain. You were too busy burying your face in the soft swell of her chest, sucking greedily like you’d been starved your whole life. The faint taste of her perfume mixed with your own spit was intoxicating, and you swore you could stay like this forever.

“God, look at you,” Lara teased, laughing under her breath. Her fingers tightened in your hair, forcing your head back just enough to make you whimper. “You’re acting like my tits are oxygen.”

You tried to respond, but your mouth was already searching for her skin again, tongue darting out before she let you. When she finally pushed you back down, you moaned shamelessly, the sound muffled against her cleavage.

“You’re pathetic,” she whispered against your ear, voice dripping with amusement. “My best friend, drunk out of her mind, begging just to suck my tits. That’s all you want, huh? Just this?”

You nodded frantically, not trusting your voice, drool starting to smear across her skin as you latched on harder.

“Careful, baby,” she purred, shifting her thigh dangerously close between your legs, making you stiffen. “Remember what I said. One little grind and you’re cut off.”

The ache in your pants was unbearable, throbbing so hard you almost couldn’t breathe, but you stayed still, trembling with the effort. Every lick and suck felt like heaven and torture all at once and pleasure you didn’t deserve, dangling just out of reach.

Lara laughed again, low and wicked, watching you squirm. “You’re so easy. I don’t even have to fuck you to break you.”

Her words cut through you sharper than any blade.. You whined against her skin, sucking harder, trying to prove you could be good for her, that you deserved every second she allowed.

“Mm, that’s it,” Lara cooed, tilting her head back like she was relaxing into your neediness. Her hand slid down the back of your neck, nails scratching lightly at your skin. “Suck like that and maybe I’ll let you stay here all night.”

The thought alone made your stomach twist. All night. Just her tits, just her voice, just her laughing at how weak you were. Your cock pulsed painfully against your jeans, but you didn’t dare move. Not an inch.

For the first time you didn’t think about the captain of the cheer squad you thought about your best friend.

You pulled back just enough to gasp out, “Please don’t stop letting me—”

She silenced you with a sharp tug on your hair, forcing your mouth back where she wanted it. “Shut up, baby. You sound ridiculous.”

Your hips betrayed you, twitching once, a shallow, shameful jerk against the air. Lara caught it instantly.

“Ah-ah,” she warned, smirk curling at the edge of her lips. “What did I say? No humping, or I’m done.”

You froze, heart pounding, every nerve screaming for friction. “I’m sorry. I won’t, I swear,” you mumbled against her skin, voice muffled and pathetic.

Her laugh was soft and cruel. “You’re shaking,” she pointed out, like she was narrating your downfall. “God, you’re actually shaking just from sucking my tits. I don’t even have to touch you.”

Tears of frustration prickled at the corners of your eyes. Desire and humiliation. they all blurred together until you couldn’t tell the difference. All you could do was hold on tighter, praying she’d let you stay where you were.

Lara stroked your hair almost sweetly, her tone mocking. “That’s right, baby. Be good. Be my little toy. Nothing more.”

Your mouth was still latched to her chest, tongue greedy and sloppy, when your hips jerked. The tension coiled in your gut snapped, and you spilled in your jeans with a muffled moan against her skin.

Lara froze for half a second before pushing your face back and looking down at you with wide eyes. When she spotted the spreading wet patch across your crotch, her shock melted into a devilish grin.

“No way,” she whispered, almost in awe. Then she burst out laughing, sharp and mean. “You seriously just came in your pants? From my tits? Oh my god, y/n.”

You whimpered, trying to turn away, but she grabbed your chin and forced your eyes on her. Her smirk deepened, cruel and gleeful.

“You’re pathetic, babe. Couldn’t even last, and I didn’t even let you hump my leg. You really came just from sucking me like some desperate little dog.”

Your face burned, tears stinging your eyes at the humiliation, but your cock twitched again traitorously in your sticky pants. Lara noticed immediately, her grin stretching wider.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting hard again already. God, you’re hopeless,” she mocked, giving a little shake of her head. “And to think—you, Megan, and me made that stupid pact. If we didn’t lose it, you’d get to fuck us? Please.” She let out a cruel laugh. “You can’t even handle real tits without creaming yourself. You’re never lasting long enough to take anyone’s virginity.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, low and deliberate, “You’ll never, ever be the one to take me. Not after this. Not after you proved you’re just…this. My pathetic little mess.”

Your whole body shuddered at her words, humiliation and arousal twisting together until you could barely breathe.

What have you gotten yourself into?

✷

You layed your head down between Daniela’s legs, sinking into the warmth of her skin and the scent of her lotion, soft and sweet like honey and flowers. Her fingers instinctively slid into your hair, massaging slow, nails lightly scraping your scalp. The kind of touch that always made your eyes roll back.

“You’re trying to butter me up papi?,” she murmured, her tone suspicious but amused. You glanced up from between her thighs, cheek resting against the inside of one. “Is it working?”

“That depends,” she said. “What do you want?”

“I want…” you started, dragging it out, “…you to come to the race with me tonight.”

Her entire expression shifted. The fingers in your hair slowed “Oh hell no,” she groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Absolutely not.”

You crawled up into her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck, your knees on either side of her. “Come on,” you said, voice soft, lips brushing her cheek. “It’s a big one. And I need you there.”

“You don’t need me there,” she muttered, eyeing you like you were trying to get her killed. “You just want someone pretty to sit on your hood and feed your ego.”

“And who better than my gorgeous girlfriend?” you purred. “You’d look so hot in the moonlight. Legs crossed, lip gloss poppin’. I’d be winning before the race even started.”

Daniela rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’m not getting in that.”

You blinked, mock offended. “My car?”

“Yes. Your demon-possessed death trap that rattles every time you shift gears.”

“Baby, c’mon,” you said, dragging the words out sweetly. “My car’s not gonna kill you.”

“It won’t have to,” she shot back, eyes narrow. “Because your driving will.”

You gasped, hand to your chest. “Disrespect. In my house.”

She snorted. “In your lap, actually.”

You smirked, tilting your head until your nose brushed hers. “I always win, Mami. You know that. I know every curve of those streets.”

“I care less about the curves on the street and more about the curves on me,” she muttered, crossing her arms, though she didn’t push you off.

“Exactly,” you whispered, kissing her jaw. “So let me show you off. Just once. You don’t even have to like it. Just look hot. Sit pretty. And if I win…”

She cut you a look. “If?”

You grinned, slow and cocky. “When I win—you’re mine in the backseat. Deal?”

Her eyes searched yours for a moment. “That’s your idea of convincing?”

You ran your hands down her sides, under the hoodie, over bare skin. “Not done convincing yet.”

Her lips parted but no protest came.

You saw it in her eyes, the flicker of heat she didn’t want to admit. The part of her that liked when you were cocky. When you made things reckless. When you kissed her like you could taste your next win in her mouth.

She exhaled slowly, dragging her nails down your spine.

“Fine,” she said, voice soft, dangerous. “One night.”

[…]

The second your tires hit the lot, the entire scene seemed to shift. Neon lights bounced off polished chrome, music pulsed from trunk speakers, and the air buzzed with gasoline, adrenaline, and pride.

You rolled in slow, windows down, engine purring, your girl in the passenger seat, arms crossed, skeptical as hell.

Daniela sat stiff, her dark eyes scanning the crowd. She stuck out here. Pretty and put-together in a soft cropped hoodie, subtle lip gloss, and that classic attitude of hers. “Why does it feel like we just pulled into a ‘Fast & Furious’ reboot?” she mumbled under her breath.

You grinned, flicking your headlights once, a signal. Heads turned. A couple of guys nodded, others whistled at your car. Some were checking you out, most were checking her out.

“Can you not eat my girl with your eyes?” you muttered through the open window, revving the engine for emphasis. That made her smile, but she tried to hide it.

“See?” you said, smirking. “Told you you’d be the hottest one here.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get cocky with me,”

You laughed, stepping out of the car as the crowd started to gather. Your crew showed up quick, fist bumps, daps, head nods like you were a damn legend.

They hadn’t seen you in a while, not since you started spending more nights curled up next to Daniela instead of tearing up the backroads. One of them called out, “Yo, she finally came out the house?”

“She did,” you said proudly, looking back at her.

Daniela stood next to the car now, arms still folded, but her eyes followed everything. Every car. Every person. Every loud engine and sharp rev. You could tell she was trying not to be impressed, but this was a world she didn’t know and you were the star of it.

Your opponent pulled up, some dude from out of town who’d been running his mouth on socials for weeks. He circled your car once, then you. “This her?” he smirked, jerking a thumb at Daniela. “Thought you’d be taller.”

Before you could speak, Daniela tilted her head. “I thought you’d be more original,” she snapped.

The crowd howled. You bit back a grin.

The start line got marked, people moved, and just like that it was on. You got back behind the wheel, tugging your gloves on like a ritual. Daniela leaned in through the window, voice lower now. “Don’t crash,” she muttered. “Or I swear I’m never stepping foot in this car again.”

You smirked, dragging your tongue across your teeth. “Don’t tempt me.”

You leaned out the window, hand flexing casually on the wheel as the others sized you up. Some cocky guy in a black Challenger tried to make a show revving his engine next to you. Cute. You didn’t even blink.

“Get in, baby,” you told Dani, jerking your chin at her. “but kiss me for good luck.”

She rolled her eyes like she wanted to say no like she knew this was part of your little game but her face softened anyway. She leaned in, lips barely brushing yours, teasing. “You better win. Or I’m walking my ass home,” she mutters, getting in on the other side.

You didn’t answer. You grinned and peeled out.

The flag girl stood in the middle of the road, arms lifted, a tight top barely clinging to her. You locked eyes with the guy in the Challenger. He gave you a look like he thought this was already his. You licked your lips.

Her arms dropped.

Your car launched forward so hard your back slammed into the seat. You gripped the wheel tight, eyes laser-focused. The city lights blurred as your engine howled, first gear, second, you threaded between traffic cones and flashing headlights like you were born behind the wheel.

He was on your tail at first, barely keeping up, but he didn’t know the road like you. You cut a corner sharp, sparks flying as your back wheels kissed the curb. People screamed on the sidelines. Somewhere behind, tires screeched, he clipped something. Sloppy.

You tore through a straightaway, weaving past a pair of parked cars, the gap tighter than it should’ve been, but you made it, heart thudding like a bass drum.

Last stretch.

You punched the gas harder than you ever had, the engine growling like a threat. The finish line was up ahead, marked by two headlights and a screaming crowd.

He was behind you now, not next to you.

You flew past the line and slammed the brakes, tires screaming. The car jerked and skidded to a stop, smoke curling up from the asphalt. You sat there for a second, heart still racing. Breathing hard. Grinning.

Dani was out of the car before the dust even settled, walking around to your side, eyes wide, lips parted.

“You fucking won.”

“Of course I did,” you panted, swinging the door open. “Did you really doubt me?”

She didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you like she was seeing something new. Her hands found your shirt, tugging you close until your chest brushed hers.

“I’m still not getting in if you drive like that.”

“You were screaming from the passenger seat like you wanted me to go faster.”

“Lies,” she muttered, shaking her head.

You leaned closer. “So now what? You still walking home?”

She smirked, dragging a nail down your chest. “Drive. But not like that.”

You laughed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the car.

She slammed the door as she climbed back in, her chest still heaving from the rush. You could see it, her pupils blown wide, fingers twitching like she needed somewhere to put the adrenaline. She didn’t even fasten her seatbelt.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” she said, half-laughing, eyes wild as she looked over at you. “Estás jodidamente loca.”

You leaned over the center console, your voice low. “You liked that.”

Her breath hitched, but her smirk was back. “I liked winning.”

You grinned and started driving, slow now, cruising through the empty streets with the windows down. The air was thick and hot, still humming with leftover smoke and street noise. Her hand found your thigh without warning, fingers cold on your warm skin.

“You’re not even trying to hide it,” you muttered, glancing over. She was watching you like you were next to be eaten alive.

“You looked so fucking hot,” she said, voice dropping. “God, I wanted you to lose control just a little more. Pero no — you had to show off.”

You took a turn, rougher than needed, engine growling again just to get a reaction. She flinched, then laughed, biting her lip. Her hand slid up higher. “Keep talking,” you said, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping the gearshift. “See where that gets you.”

“You’re not gonna do shit,” she murmured, fingers dipping between your legs now, slow. “You’re too busy pretending you’re still in control.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t let it show.

She climbed into your lap at the next red light just like that, straddling you, one knee on either side, tugging your seat back with a sharp pull. You tried to say something smart, but your words got stuck in your throat when she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear.

“Dime que me quieres,” she whispered. “Tell me you want me.”

You nodded, gripping her hips. “I do.”

“No,” she said, grinding her hips down, voice rough. “Say it.”

Your hand slid firmly over Dani’s ass, fingers sinking in just enough to make her shiver. You leaned in closer, voice low and dripping with need. “I want you. I fucking want you.”

She kissed you, hard messy and deep, biting your lip until you gasped into her mouth. Her hands tugged your shirt up, nails dragging over your skin. You slid one hand under her skirt, feeling how warm and wet she already was.

“Ya estás tan mojada,” you muttered against her mouth.

She froze. “You don’t speak Spanish.”

“I know enough,” you said, teasing your fingers along the edge of her panties. “I know what that means.”

“Do it again,” she whispered.

Your fingers pushed inside her slowly, and her whole body arched. She threw her head back, panting, hair sticking to her neck. You watched every inch of her, the way she bit her lip, the way her thighs trembled when you curled your fingers just right.

“Shit—cariño—” she gasped. “Así. Don’t stop.”

You didn’t. You watched her come apart in your lap, right there in the driver’s seat, windows fogging up and your name on her tongue like a prayer and a curse all at once.

When she finally collapsed against your chest, breathing hard, you kissed the top of her head.

“Still think I’m too crazy for you?”

She lifted her head just enough to whisper, “You’re fucking crazy.” And then she kissed you again.

The light turned green.

Neither of you moved for a beat, her body still pressed against yours, both of you breathing like you’d just run laps around the whole damn city. But then your foot pressed down on the gas, smooth, steady and you peeled out, leaving the stoplight and its fading glow in the dust.

You didn’t say anything. Just drove. Fast, quiet. The windows cracked for air. Dani was still in your lap, sitting back now, breathing slower but eyes locked on you like she already knew what was coming.

You pulled into the first empty lot you saw a wide open stretch behind a closed-down mechanic shop, all shadows and solitude.

You slammed the gear into park, cut the engine, and reached behind her neck, pulling her into another kiss before she could ask questions. She melted into it this time, fingers clutching your shoulders, legs squeezing tighter around your waist.

“I fucking love when you drive like that,” she said between kisses, her mouth messy against your jaw, down your throat. “You get this look in your eyes like you’d kill for me.”

You leaned your head back against the seat. “I probably would.”

Her hips rolled into yours, slow, teasing. “I bet you’d fuck me just as hard.”

You didn’t answer. Just grabbed her by the waist and shifted her so your thigh slid between her legs. The gasp she let out was real, her whole body grinding down automatically, searching for friction.

“Take your top off,” you told her, voice low.

She obeyed fast. God, her tits were perfect in the moonlight, glowing faint under your windshield, nipples already hard. You leaned forward and wrapped your mouth around one, sucking, biting just a little, hands gripping her hips tight to keep her still. She moaned, high, soft, needy.

You pulled her panties to the side and slid your fingers back inside her. She was soaked, throbbing around you. This time you didn’t go slow.

She was riding your fingers hard now, the sound of her wetness mixing with her soft Spanish curses. “Ay,… don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” you growled, curling your fingers just right while your other hand teased her clit. small, tight circles that made her cry out and bury her face in your neck. “You feel what you do to me?”

You shifted again, so her slick heat was pressed right against your thigh. “Grind on me. Right there.”

She whimpered but did what you said, sliding against your skin, her clit catching the right spot each time she moved. She was trembling now, close, overwhelmed. You could feel it in how she squeezed around your fingers, how her moans got higher.

“You gonna come for me, Dani?”

She nodded frantically, holding onto your shoulders like she was afraid she’d fall apart completely.

“Say it. Say it in Spanish.”

“Me voy a correr… papi, me voy a correr—!”

When she collapsed on your chest, legs jelly, body buzzing — you kissed her temple.

“I won the race,” you whispered, smug.

Her voice was breathless. “Mierda… you can win anything you want if you keep fucking me like that.”

You smiled against her skin. “Good. Because I’m not done.”

She was still trembling in your lap, her thighs slick and spread wide, her body heavy against you as her breathing tried to level out. But you weren’t done.

You pulled your fingers out slow, coated in her slick, and brought them up to her lips. “Taste,” you whispered.

Her eyes were still glassy, but she obeyed, sucking your fingers into her mouth with a soft moan that hit you low. You groaned and leaned in to kiss her again, rougher this time, tasting her on her tongue.

“You think I was gonna stop after one?” you asked against her lips, sliding your hand back down, your fingers already easing between her folds again. “Nah, baby. You’re gonna give me more.”

Daniela whimpered, hips twitching when your fingers found her clit again, swollen and sensitive. “It’s too much,” she whispered, but her legs spread wider.

You smiled. “You say that, but look at you. Being such a good girl for me.”

You slid two fingers back inside, slow just for the tease, curling them deeper this time. She arched off your lap, one hand braced on the dashboard while the other clawed at your shoulder. You pressed your thumb to her clit and circled it in tight, rhythmic motions, watching her fall apart all over again.

“Dale, mami,” she panted, Spanish slipping without her realizing. “Right there, fuck, right there…”

You bit your lip, watching her. “Yeah? That spot?”

Your fingers thrust deeper, harder, curling just right and the second you hit it again, her whole body jumped. “Fuck! That’s it, that’s—”

Her thighs clenched around your wrist, her body jerking with every thrust, her slick noises filling the car, obscene and addictive.

You leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Come again. Right on my fingers this time.”

She whined, nails digging into your arm as your pace quickened, relentless and precise, until her whole body seized, back arching, mouth falling open in a silent scream. She came with her forehead against yours, gasping like she couldn’t breathe, body twitching and dripping all over your hand.

You slowed your strokes, letting her ride it out, fingers still inside her, so deep and slow it made her twitch with aftershocks.

When she finally collapsed, chest heaving and skin flushed, you kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled your fingers out one last time. Wet. Shaking.

“I fucking love racing,” you muttered, and she gave a breathless, wrecked laugh.

“You’re dangerous behind the wheel,” Dani whispered, voice hoarse. “But even worse with your hands.”

You smirked, leaning back in the seat as she curled into you, legs still trembling. “Good thing I don’t plan on using either for anyone else.”

Dani’s breath was still shaky, her body pliant in your lap like clay ready to be molded, but you weren’t about to let her off easy. Not yet.

Your fingers slid through her hair, pulling her face up to meet your gaze, eyes dark, voice low and sure. “You’re mine tonight, Dani. No distractions.”

She swallowed hard, lips parting like she wanted to say something, but all that came out was a soft, needy whimper.

You pressed your palm flat against the seat behind her, trapping her in place as your other hand slid down her bare back, fingertips tracing every curve. The heat radiating off her skin was intoxicating, and you weren’t here to be gentle.

Leaning in, you nipped at her earlobe. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” Her voice was breathy, trembling.

“That you belong to me.” Her body stiffened for a split second, then relaxed into your touch. “I belong to you,” she whispered, lips brushing yours in a shaky kiss.

You smiled, pulling back just enough to flick your tongue along her bottom lip, then kissed her again, harder this time. Your hands roamed boldly, one sliding beneath her hoodie to cup her breast, the other threading beneath her skirt again.

Her skin was electric under your touch, and she shivered, hips grinding slowly into your thigh, hungry, desperate.

You shifted your weight, making her sit up straighter. Your fingers moved lower, tracing the sensitive skin just above her panties, teasing, drawing her breath out in sharp gasps.

“Not so fast,” you murmured, hooking your fingers inside the waistband. “You want this? You gotta work for it.”

Her eyes locked on yours, dark and wild. “I’ll do anything.”

You laughed, a low, rough sound that sent a thrill straight through her.

“Good.”

You pulled her panties down just enough to bare her slick heat, then slid your fingers inside her, slow and deliberate. Dani’s breath hitched, lips parting as you started circling her clit with your thumb.

She clenched around your fingers instantly, hips bucking against your hand like she needed more, begging for it.

You pressed harder, faster, and she whimpered, arms sliding around your neck as she leaned into you.

“You like that, huh?” you teased, voice husky. “You like when I take control?”

She nodded against your neck, muffling a moan, and you felt her whole body tense like she was holding back everything inside.

But you weren’t about to let her keep it bottled up.

You curled your fingers inside her, slow then fast, matching her rhythm, until she was shaking against you, moaning your name with no shame at all.

“Come for me, Dani. Show me who you belong to.”

Her voice broke in a desperate cry as she came hard, fingers digging into your shoulder, body trembling in your lap.

You held her through it all, kissing her sweat-slicked skin, whispering dirty promises you planned to keep.

Dani’s breath was hot on your neck, her hips rolling slowly in your lap. Her hands clung to your shoulders, nails lightly digging in through the fabric as she leaned in close—forehead against yours, her lips brushing your cheek.

“I love the way you look at me,” she whispered, her voice thick and low. “Makes me feel like I’m yours.”

You grinned, fingers gripping her waist as you pulled her tighter. “That’s ‘cause you are.”

She let out a shaky breath, grinding slower, more deliberate now. “You drive me crazy, hermosa…”

Your mouth brushed hers again, not quite kissing. “Say it again.”

“Hmm?” she teased, voice breathy.

“In Spanish.”

She smiled against your lips, eyes fluttering shut as she whispered, “Estoy tuya. Completely.”

Your hands slipped under her hoodie, palms dragging up her warm back. “You don’t know what that does to me.”

Her lips grazed your jaw, barely there. “Good. I want you thinking about me all the time.”

“I already do,” you murmured, nose brushing hers. “You’re all I think about. The way you sound… the way you feel when you’re on me like this…”

Dani whimpered softly, her body rocking again as her fingers threaded into your hair.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” you said, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You like grinding on me, all slow like that.”

“Only for you,” she breathed. “You make me feel so—so full even when we’re just like this.”

You looked into her eyes, voice low and possessive. “Yeah? You love making me lose my mind, don’t you?”

She nodded quickly, panting, forehead still resting against yours. “I want you to. I want to ruin you a little.”

You chuckled darkly. “Baby, you already have.”

And when you kissed her again, it wasn’t rough, it was desperate, soft, full of things you didn’t know how to say out loud. “I love you,” Dani whispered between kisses, her voice cracking a little.

“I love you more,” you whispered back, pressing your lips to her neck, “and I’m not letting you go.”

She rolled her hips again, slower this time, like she never wanted to stop. Her voice trembled. “Tell me you’ll always want me like this…”

You held her tighter, kissed her harder. “Always.”

The rest faded into the rhythm of your breathing, your lips, your promises.

Just the two of you.

You were already overwhelmed by everything you had to take care of, and to make matters worse, you were running low on baby formula-just when you needed it to get Meena to sleep.

You usually breastfeed her, but her grip is too strong and the last time she latched, it brought you to tears. So you told Manon you wanted to switch to formula.

She insisted that it was unnecessary so she wouldn’t run to the store.

But after thirty minutes of yelling at her, telling her she wouldn’t understand what you were going through because she had the reproductive system that did less of the work—she finally apologized. Since then, Meena’s been formula-fed.

8:27

[You:] baby pick up formula before you come home

sent.

Manon told you she was having a game night with a few friends but god knows whatever she says could mean something completely different. And since she left she hasn’t texted you once.

You finally decided to cave in and breast feed your daughter this time she was sweet about it. Probably because she was way too tired to care about hurting you.

You smiled down at her, “You’re such a sweet girl today,”

She cooed as she blinked tiredly up at you, nuzzling her face into your chest as she slowly fell asleep.

You shifted your weight, careful not to disturb Meena, her breath already evening out as her lashes fluttered against your skin. For a few seconds, the world was quiet. Peaceful. But it was short-lived—your eyes flicked toward the time glowing on your phone.

9:12 PM.

Still no text from Manon causing your jaw to tighten.

You pulled your shirt back over your shoulder, gently laying Meena down into her crib. Her little fingers twitched but she didn’t wake, and you tiptoed back into the living room, picking up your phone again.

No missed calls. No read receipts. Just you, pacing in silence, heart drumming louder with each minute that passed.

Your thumb hovered over Manon’s contact before you finally pressed dial.

Voicemail.

You didn’t leave one. You just hung up.

Where the hell was she?

She said she quit. That she was done with the club. That after Meena was born, nothing mattered more than coming home in one piece. You believed her. You wanted to believe her. But lately… there were too many late nights. Too many “game nights.” Too many times you woke up and she wasn’t even in the bed.

You dropped down onto the couch, one hand gripping your phone, the other curled into your own thigh.

You spent hours waiting for her to send you a quick text back but you found yourself slipping away in to slumber.

A buzz.

Your heart jumped.

1:19 AM —

[Manon:] On my way soon. Sorry, game ran late.

You stared at the screen like it insulted you.

Your fingers flew across the screen before you could stop yourself.

[You]:

Just bring the formula.

You didn’t say anything else. You didn’t ask where she really was. You didn’t ask why her voice had sounded winded the last time she had answered a call, three nights ago. Or why you found bruising on her ribs last week when she was getting dressed.

Because deep down, you knew.

She didn’t quit. She never quit.

Not really.

And now she was lying about it. To you. While your daughter was falling asleep with an empty tin of formula on the kitchen counter and you were trying to stitch your sanity together with baby wipes and cold leftover mac and cheese.

You sat there until you heard the lock click.

It was past midnight.

The door creaked open, and Manon stepped inside with a plastic bag in her hand and a hoodie pulled up over her head. You didn’t even look up at first. Just stared at the TV, though it wasn’t even on.

You could hear her breathing hard. Shallow. Like she ran to the car.

She closed the door gently behind her, dropped her keys in the bowl, and slowly padded over.

“Got the formula,” she mumbled, setting the bag on the kitchen counter. “Sorry it took so long.”

You turned.

She looked like hell.

Sweat on her brow. A small cut on her lip. Redness along her knuckles like she’d been slamming them against something harder than a game controller.

You rose from the couch, slowly walking toward her. She didn’t meet your eyes.

“Game night, huh?”

She licked her lip, flinched when the cut stretched

“Yeah.”

You nodded, heart thudding. “You look like you fought someone.”

Her jaw clenched. She still didn’t look at you. “I got drunk. Hit the doorframe leaving.”

A lie. A stupid, obvious lie. You stepped closer until you were right in front of her, reaching for her hoodie and gently tugging it back.

Her eyes finally met yours.

And god, they were tired.

But not just tired. Worn. Like she’d been somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. Like she was scared to tell you the truth because she already knew how much it would hurt.

You said nothing for a long beat.

Then finally—quietly— “Are you fighting again?”

Her silence was answer enough.

You took a shaky breath and backed up.

“I asked you to quit,” your voice cracked. “We have a baby, Manon. I trusted you.”

She looked down, “I know.”

“No—you don’t know. You keep coming home looking like this, lying to me, and what? You think I wouldn’t find out? That I’ll just keep pretending you’re at some stupid poker night while you’re out there getting your ribs broken?”

“I didn’t want you to worry baby,” she said quietly, eyes flickering toward the nursery. “We need the money.”

“We need you. Alive.” You pointed toward the hallway.

“She needs you alive.”

Manon eyes finally dropped, shame twisting her face. “I swear I’m not doing it for the rush. I swear it’s just for a little longer, just until—”

“No.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “No more. I can’t… I can’t raise her alone. Not while you lie to me. Not while you come home half-broken.”

Manon reached for you, but you took a step back.

“Stop. You said you quit.”

She took in a breath, “I meant to.”

You scoffed, poking at her chest, “You have to mean it now.”

The silence between you was suffocating.

In the distance, Meena let out a soft sigh in her sleep.

You stared at Manon. At the woman you loved. At the fighter you didn’t want to lose to some blood-soaked ring underground where no one cared about who she left behind.

“Put the formula in the cabinet,” you muttered.

You turned away. Not because you didn’t want to cry in front of her but because if you did, she’d pull you in and you’d forgive her too fast.

“Baby,” she muttered.

You heard her footsteps get closer and you shuddered when her hands wrapped around your waist. Feeling the way she gripped you like she thought she could lose you.

That’ll never happen.

No matter what she did she’ll never lose you.

And that’s what she used.

Her grip on your waist didn’t loosen. If anything, she pulled you tighter, like she was afraid if she didn’t hold on, you’d slip through her fingers for good.

“I’m not quitting,” she murmured, voice rough, low—almost a growl. “You think I’m gonna just walk away from this? From us?”

You didn’t answer.

She tilted your chin up with a finger, forcing your eyes to meet hers. dark, fierce, desperate. “I’ll be careful,” she promised. “I swear. I’m not throwing everything away. Not yet.”

Before you could say anything, her lips found yours. slow, demanding, pulling. The kind of kiss that stole your breath and your doubts all at once.

She kissed you like she needed you to believe it.

Like she needed you to forget the bruises, the lies, the late nights.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours.

“Look at me,” she whispered. “You’re my whole world. I don’t wanna lose you.”

You wanted to push her away, to tell her it wasn’t enough.

She tossed the formula on the counter first.

Then came the sound of the zipper dragging open. her duffel. You didn’t even realize she still brought it around.

Not like that.

She dug in, pulled out one stack of cash.

Then another.

Then another.

All bound up with rubber bands and looking like they’d been passed through more hands than you wanted to think about. She dropped them on the table like it was nothing. Like she didn’t just bring blood money into your home.

You stared.

“I’m not using that,” you said, mouth dry. “Meena’s not living off that kind of money.”

Manon just stood there, her eyes low and unreadable.

“You will.”

She stepped in close, slow and deliberate, that same grip creeping around your waist like it always did, firm, possessive. Familiar. Dangerous.

“I support us,” she murmured, pressing her lips just under your ear. “I always have.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Her hand slid up your spine like it was tracing your stress.

“You knew what you were signing up for, baby,” she whispered. “All those nights you cleaned me up after fights… wiping blood off me like it didn’t scare you.”

Her other hand came up, fingers pressing under your chin, lifting your face to hers.

“You were kissing me in locker rooms while my hands were still bruised,” she smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t act like we weren’t taking care of shit together. I always come home.”

You swallowed.

“And I do, don’t I?” she said, voice softer now. “I come home. To you. To her.”

She kissed you.

Slow at first, deepening when she felt your resistance fade. Like she was proving a point.

When she pulled away, her forehead pressed to yours. Her breath was shaky, but her grip never loosened.

“I’m not quitting,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

You blinked.

“But I’ll be careful,” she promised. “For you. For Meena.”

She kissed you again, softer this time. Like a thank you. Or an apology she’d never say out loud.

“You know I only run with people who protect what’s theirs,” she added low, like it meant something. Like you didn’t already know what that meant.

You should’ve pushed her off.

You should’ve yelled at her for bringing that kind of money into your home. For doing the one thing she swore she’d stop. For lying again.

But instead…

You stood there, pressed to her chest, her hand still holding your waist like it owned you.

Maybe it did.

Her lips moved slow across your jaw, her voice thick like honey laced with something bitter. “You don’t gotta like it, baby. Just remember who’s feeding us.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t have it in you.

You watched the money sitting on the table behind her. stack after stack like it meant nothing. Like it didn’t reek of bruised knuckles and dark alley deals and favors that always came with a price. It made your stomach twist.

But it also made your chest ache in that familiar way. That dangerous kind of love.

And still—you wanted her.

“You said you quit,” you whispered, your voice low and breaking. “You promised.”

“I said I’d try,” she murmured into your neck, kissing it once, twice, slow. “But you knew who I was before our baby. You loved it. You used to beg me not to stop.”

Her hands slipped down to your hips. Gripped. Ground you into her just enough to make your knees feel weak. Her lips brushed your collarbone now, lazy and deliberate.

“And you still love it,” she added.

You hated how right she sounded.

Hated how warm your body got when she touched you like that. like you were hers and nothing else mattered. Like her chaos didn’t matter. Like the danger was a drug and she was already sliding the needle in.

“I’ll keep us safe,” she whispered. “I’m not reckless anymore. Not with you watching. Not with Meena here.”

You wanted to believe her. God, you did.

But deep down, you knew she wasn’t talking about staying clean. She was talking about hiding it better.

And the worst part? You’d let her.

Because her hands were on you again. Her mouth was tracing the slope of your throat. Her voice was that low, rumbling promise that always ended with you making excuses and her walking away like she’d won.

Maybe she had.

“You ride for me,” she breathed against your skin, “just like I ride for you. That’s what we are, baby. That’s what we’ve been.”

You didn’t say anything. Just let your arms wrap around her on instinct. Just let your lips find hers again even though you shouldn’t have. Just let her win, like always.

Because if you were being honest?

That was the part of her you fell in love with.

And now…

It was the part you couldn’t let go of.

Manon kissed you with that lazy hunger, like she already had you clocked. like the argument didn’t matter now that her hands were back on your waist. You barely had a second to breathe before her palm cracked against your ass.

You gasped, more out of habit than shock.

She smirked. “Yeah, I love doing that.”

You shot her a look, half warning, half worn-out, but she wasn’t fazed. Manon never was.

She sank into the chair, spreading her knees like she owned the damn place and said, “Now be good and fix me a plate, baby. You know I been runnin’ all day.”

You blinked. “You serious right now?”

Manon licked her lips, nodding toward the scattered bills on the table. “Does it look like I’m playin’? You know how I move. Go make my plate and sit pretty like you used to.”

You stood there, unmoving. That duffel bag wasn’t just money it was history. Evidence. A reminder. But so was she.

And you’d be lying if a part of you didn’t like it. The danger. The control. Her mouth.

You sighed, turned to the kitchen.

She slapped your ass again on the way past. “Don’t forget the sauce. You know I don’t like that dry shit.”

Twenty minutes later, the smell of garlic and heat filled the apartment. You slid the plate in front of her, but Manon didn’t look at it. She looked at you.

Her voice dropped low. “Come here.”

You tried to back away. “Eat your food first.”

“I said—” her fingers hooked your belt loop—“come here.”

You ended up in her lap like always. Her arms locked you in place, her head tilted against your shoulder.

“You still ride for me,” she whispered. “You just don’t wanna admit it.”

You didn’t answer.

You never thought you’d end up standing in the middle of sweaty young adults at a frat party, the air thick with alcohol, smoke, and the kind of music that makes your chest ache more than your ears.

But then again, you never thought you’d be making out with your ex-girlfriend, again, right across the hall from where your boyfriend stood, laughing with his idiot friends, not even glancing your way.

“Did you miss me?” Megan grinned, her breath warm and smug against your cheek, hands sliding past your hips like she still had a claim.

You rolled your eyes, shoving her touch away. “If I wanted to reminisce on the old days, I would’ve gotten back together with you. And stop fucking touching me like that.”

Megan just laughed, slow and low, like she knew something you didn’t.

“You’re still so cute when you lie to yourself,” she said, tilting her head, eyes dragging down your body in that way that made your skin hum with heat and shame.

Your jaw clenched, but you didn’t move. Couldn’t. Because deep down you knew she was right. You still remember the first time you ran to her when your boyfriend first cheated—the night she held you like you meant something to her.

Sometimes you feel like she still does.

“You show up at these parties like you’re happy. Got that little fake smile, your cheating ass boyfriend two steps behind like an afterthought. But when I touch you… when I kiss you…”

she stepped in closer, voice dropping to a whisper, “you forget he even exists.”

Megan could always see through you. Through the forced laughter, the staged affection, the way you clung to your boyfriend like a safety net you didn’t even believe in.

“You done psychoanalyzing me for the night?” you asked, voice clipped.

“Depends,” she said, brushing her thumb across your lips like she owned them. “Are you gonna keep pretending this isn’t exactly what you want?”

You opened your mouth to fire back but your phone buzzed. A text. Boyfriend, probably wondering where you’d wandered off to.

You didn’t look at it.

Instead, you stepped back. Not enough to escape her orbit, just enough to try to breathe again. “I’m going home.”

Megan smiled, that infuriating, knowing smile that made your knees weak and your conscience burn.

“My place or yours?”

You stared at her, hating how much you wanted to answer.

[…]

That night you found yourself at the front step of Megan’s place, waiting for her to open the door and see how truly desperate you are.

You hated letting her see you weak but it didn’t matter because she’ll always see through the walls you held up.

Even if she was a shit talking jerk she made you feel something many ways than one.

You didn’t even knock. Just stood there with your arms crossed, hoodie zipped all the way up even though it wasn’t cold, like that extra layer could protect you from the mess you were walking into.

When the door finally creaked open, she looked like she’d been expecting you.

Megan leaned against the frame, wearing a tank top that clung to her like she knew exactly what it did to you. Hair messy. Smug as hell. That same look in her eyes that made your pulse spike in your throat.

“Well, well,” she said, voice lazy and low, dragging her gaze from your shoes to your eyes like she was unwrapping you. “Didn’t think you’d actually show.”

You looked past her, into the dark hallway. You didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. The weight of the night sat heavy on your tongue.

“Come in sweetheart,” she smirked, stepping back without waiting for a reply.

You moved pasted her like if you hesitated, you’d change your mind and you didn’t want to change your mind.

The door shut behind you with a soft click. Final. Loud in the silence. You stood there, unsure of what to do with your hands, your shame, your want.

Megan didn’t ask questions. She never needed to.

She walked past you, slow and unbothered, hips swaying, that little flash of waistband showing above her boxers like she wanted you to look. Like she knew you would.

And you did.

You bit your lip, staring at the way her back muscles flexed as she stretched.

“I figured you’d come crawling back,” she said, not looking over her shoulder as she flicked on a lamp, the room washing in dim gold light. “You always do when he fucks up.”

“Don’t,” you said quickly, sharper than you meant to.

Megan turned, raising a brow. “Touchy.”

You stared at her. Tired. Horny. Ashamed. Needing something you didn’t have the strength to name.

“I didn’t come here to be dragged, Megan,” you muttered.

“No?” she stepped in closer, stopping just in front of you. “Then what’d you come for?”

Her hands in her pockets as she stared down at you with a soft glint in her eyes.

“Stop resisting from me baby,” she muttered grabbing your hand and gliding it down her abs making sure you felt every crevice.

You didn’t answer.

Your silence said everything.

She reached out, slow and deliberate, her fingers brushing the zipper of your hoodie. “You always pretend you’ve got control,” she said, voice low, leaning in.

“But the second I open my door—you’re on your knees sucking me off and playing house wife.”

You hated how true that was.

Your breath hitched as she slid the zipper down. Inch by inch. Exposing your neckline, your chest. Not touching just unveiling.

“I make you feel things, don’t I?” she whispered, dragging her mouth close to your jaw, not quite kissing you yet. “Even when you hate me.”

You were shaking. Not from fear. Not from cold but from need.

Because no one made you feel more alive. No one pulled you apart like she did. slow, cruel, like she wanted you to beg.

You tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck you,” you whispered.

Megan smiled against your neck, her breath hot. “Say it for me like you mean it baby.”

You didn’t mean to kiss her first but maybe you never stood a chance.

Because the second Megan’s lips touched yours—hot, confident, sure, you melted into her like your body remembered the rhythm even if your heart didn’t want to.

You let her back you up against the wall, hoodie unzipped and hanging off your shoulders, hands skimming your waist like she was taking her time with a gift she’d already unwrapped once before.

Her cock pressed thick and heavy against her boxers, grazing your thigh as she ground into you slowly just enough to make you whimper, not enough to give you what you needed.

“Already shaking?” she whispered, mouth trailing down your jaw. “You missed this that bad?”

You hated how you nodded. Hated how breathless you sounded when you said, “Yes.”

Megan chuckled, dark and low. “That’s what I thought.”

She peeled your hoodie off completely, tossed it somewhere behind her, and dropped to her knees without another word. Her hands were already under your shirt, trailing up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your tits. She kissed the inside of your thighs through your jeans, slow and teasing, making you squirm.

“Take them off,” she said, voice firm.

You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to, but because of what it meant. What you were giving her. Again.

She looked up at you, chin resting on your thigh, eyes dark and hungry. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

Your hands moved before your brain did, unbuttoning, unzipping, sliding your jeans down your legs. She helped peel them off, then leaned in to press her mouth against the damp heat in your underwear. You gasped.

“Fuck,” you breathed, thighs tensing.

“You’re soaked,” she said, dragging the fabric aside and licking one slow, deliberate stripe up your cunt. “You came here like this?”

You couldn’t speak. Her tongue moved again, flatter this time, circling your clit just once before backing off. You let your head fall back against the wall with a soft thud, hips twitching.

Megan hooked your leg over her shoulder, spreading you open further. Her tongue worked slow and steady at first, like she was savoring the taste of you, like she knew exactly how badly you needed more but was going to make you wait for it. Her hands gripped your thighs to keep you from wriggling away.

“Oh my god—” you moaned, breath hitching when she sucked at your clit harder, teeth just grazing it.

She pulled back, lips slick, eyes burning up at you. “You gonna come for me like this, or should I fuck you properly?”

Your breath caught. You couldn’t think. You didn’t want to.

“Please, baby” you whispered. “Just—please, Megan…”

She stood up, slow and smug, pulling her tank top over her head and tossing it away. Her cock was already hard, straining against the front of her boxers. She reached in, stroked it once, twice, precum already slicking the head. You couldn’t look away.

“You want it?” she asked, voice husky. “Tell me.”

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, aching. “I want it,” you said, hoarse. “I want you inside me.”

“Always so good for me, aren’t you?.”

She pulled you to the couch and pushed you down, climbing over you, her cock dragging against your soaked folds as she lined herself up. You gasped when she pushed in slow, stretching you inch by inch.

“F-fuck—” you whimpered, fingers digging into her back.

“You take me so well,” she groaned, rolling her hips. “So fucking wet for me.”

She started to move. deep, rhythmic thrusts that built into something harder, rougher. She had you moaning, legs wrapped around her waist, your nails clawing at her shoulders like you needed to anchor yourself or you’d fall apart.

You grabbed her face, looking at her with half lidded eyes, “Make me take it baby—please make me take it daddy.”

Every time her hips snapped forward, you felt the air leave your lungs. She filled you so deep you could barely think. Her hand slid between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tight circles just to push you further toward the edge.

You wrapped your legs around her waist.

“You gonna come?” she whispered, kissing your neck. “Gonna come all over my cock like the needy little thing you are?”

You nodded, broken sounds falling from your lips as the heat coiled tight in your belly, unbearable.

“I hate you,” you choked out, tears stinging your eyes from the intensity.

Megan just smirked against your throat. “I bet you do.”

And you came, legs shaking, cunt clenching hard around her cock, wave after wave crashing through you like you’d been holding it back for years. She fucked you through it, didn’t stop, hips still pounding into you until she cursed under her breath and pulled out just in time, stroking herself over your stomach with a few quick jerks before she came hard, groaning your name.

Silence fell.

She leaned over you, kissed your temple.

You laid there, ruined and sweaty, chest rising fast, her cum sticky across your skin and for a second, you thought she might let the silence stretch.

She didn’t.

Instead, Megan dragged two fingers through the mess she left on your stomach, smearing it across your skin like she was marking you, like it belonged there.

“You’re so cute when you pretend you didn’t want this,” she said, her voice low, smug, cruel in that way that made your thighs twitch again. “Walking in here like some sad little stray. All that attitude, and now look at you.”

You tried to sit up, say something, but her hand pushed against your chest, keeping you flat on the couch.

“Nope,” she said. “Not done yet.”

Your breath caught. “Megan—”

“You showed up at my door, dripping wet, practically begging. You don’t get to call the shots tonight.” Her palm slid down your body again, slow, commanding. “You want to act like I’m the bad guy? Fine. But I own you when you come like that.”

Your cheeks burned. You hated how true it was. Hated how your body was still aching for her.

She leaned down, nose brushing yours, her voice a whisper against your lips. “That little boyfriend of yours ever fuck you like that? Make you come so hard you forget your own name?”

You didn’t answer.

Your silence said enough.

Megan laughed, soft and cold. “Didn’t think so.”

She kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding over yours as her fingers found your thigh and lifted it. Her cock was still half-hard between your bodies, slick and twitching, already ready again. She lined herself up and slammed back inside you without warning.

You cried out, back arching.

“Fuck—Megan—!”

“That’s right,” she breathed, fucking into you rougher now, deeper. “You like it when I use you like this. You need it. You need me.”

Your hands gripped her shoulders, nails dragging down her back as your moans turned desperate again.

“You can go home after this,” she growled in your ear. “Pretend it didn’t happen. Cuddle up to him like you’re not still full of me. But you’ll be back.”

You shook your head, gasping. “I won’t—I’m not—”

“You will,” she hissed, biting your neck hard enough to make you flinch. “You always do.”

Her pace was brutal now, deep, claiming thrusts that made the couch creak and your mind blur. She fucked you like she was erasing someone else’s name from your skin and carving hers into the space instead.

Her fingers found your clit again, rubbing harsh, fast, unforgiving.

“You gonna come again?” she growled. “Come on my cock like a filthy little cheater?”

That word made your stomach flip. filthy, cruel, true and you moaned so loud you nearly sobbed.

“Say it,” she demanded, breath ragged against your ear. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m—” You could barely speak. “I’m yours, fuck, Megan—I’m yours—”

That was all it took.

You shattered again, screaming her name, body locking up around her cock as she fucked you through it, relentless, teeth gritted. Her own orgasm followed moments later, and this time she didn’t pull out. She came deep, hips pressed tight, holding you there as she filled you again with a low, feral groan.

When it was over, she collapsed on top of you, breath hot against your neck.

You were shaking. Fucked out. Raw.

And she was already stroking your thigh, kissing your collarbone like she hadn’t just broken you apart for the second time tonight.

“You know he’s gonna smell me on you,” she whispered, smug and sweet.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“And you’re not gonna say a word, are you?” she added, brushing her lips along your jaw. “Because you don’t want to lose this.”

You hated her.

You hated how right she was.

And you hated how badly you already wanted her again.

Your legs still trembled when you pulled your jeans back on.

She watched you from the couch, her arms thrown over the back like she hadn’t just fucked you half-unconscious. The bite mark on your neck throbbed. You didn’t need a mirror to know it was deep.

“You’re really going back to him?” she asked, lazy, amused.

You paused, button half-done. “He’s expecting me.”

She scoffed. “Bet he’s too stupid to realize what you’re leaking.”

You flinched causing her smirk to deepen.

“You’re not gonna shower?”

You raised your eyebrows, “I’ll handle it plus I know the only thing you want from me is another round in the shower.”

“Oh, I bet you will,” Megan said, dragging her eyes down your body. “Gonna climb in his lap and pretend he’s enough for you?”

You grabbed your jacket. “Megan—”

“I’m serious baby,” she cut in, voice low now. “You gonna let him kiss you with my cum still inside you?”

You rolled your eyes, attempting to fix your hair with an irritated sigh. “Fuck off, Megan. Seriously.”

Because the truth was

You were.

You knew it was sick and twisted, but you didn’t care. You wanted to drive home still aching from the way she fucked you. even if half the time, you couldn’t stand her.

You didn’t look back as you walked down the hallway toward the front door.

Behind you, she let out a loud, mocking laugh. “What, no goodnight kiss for daddy?” she called after you, her voice sharp and smug, just loud enough to make sure you heard every word.

You paused at the door, fingers tightening around the knob. Without looking back, you shot her a dry smile.

“Maybe,” you said, voice low and teasing. “I might just save it for my actual boyfriend .”

You stepped outside, letting the door shut behind you, her laughter echoing in your ears. A promise, not an end.

You didn’t look back, some things were too dangerous to walk away from, but too good not to want more.

But you’ll be back again.

You told them you’d join the live later.

Your voice was calm, casual, and nobody questioned it just waved you off as they filed into the living room, giggling and chattering, phones already in hand. You stayed behind in the room you shared with Lara, the only person who looked back at you for a second longer than necessary.

She knew what you were doing.

You lit up by the open window, letting the familiar haze settle into your lungs as the soft hum of laughter and fan chatter echoed down the hall. It was supposed to be a quiet night. Just a few hits to unwind. Nothing serious.

But your stomach had other plans.

With the blunt half-smoked in the tray and your head pleasantly foggy, you wandered out of the room in search of snacks. You didn’t even realize they were mid-livestream until every head in the room turned toward you eyes wide, grins frozen, and Lara’s brows lifting just slightly.

“Babe why don’t you come sit down? You don’t look so good,” Manon laughed slightly, rushing you over to sit.

You scratched your head almost to say no but then turned to face your girlfriend which had her eyebrows raised at you and mouthing you to ‘come sit down’.

“No I’m fine im just hungry,” you muttered to manon but mostly your Lara who was rolling her eyes at you.

[user01]: what’s happening rn?

[user02]: i hope y/n is okay

[user03]: dude she has to be in the clouds again

You blinked slowly, your eyes dragging across the room like they were stuck in molasses. The lights felt too bright. The sound too sharp. Everyone’s voices started blending together, but Dani’s cut right through the fog.

“Mami, let’s just come sit first.”

Her tone was light, teasing, but her hands were already guiding you toward the couch like you were a baby deer on ice. You didn’t even resist. Your legs were jelly anyway.

You dropped onto the cushion beside Lara, who was sitting there all proper—arms crossed, face unreadable. Her hoodie was riding up her thighs, just enough to flash smooth skin, and she didn’t even glance at you when you sat. That almost made it worse.

“I’m good,” you said again, but it was half a mumble. Your mouth was dry.

[user04]: not mami lol

[user06]: Lara looks DONE LMAO

[user07]: not her walking like a baby giraffe

You tugged gently on your girlfriend’s hoodie, trying to get her attention.

“Baby,” you whispered.

She didn’t look at you right away. Her eyes stayed on the live, watching the comments roll in with a calm, unreadable expression.

Yoonchae, sweet and kind as ever, handed you a juice pouch the coffee table without saying a word. She even popped the straw in for you.

You blinked at it like she’d just handed you a bomb. “Thanks chip.”

“You sure you okay?” Manon asked, her face stretched in a wide grin as she waved a fan in your direction like you were overheating.

“She’s fine,” Dani chimed in, leaning into frame and smirking. “She just needs to keep her eyes open.”

“I am keeping them open,” you protested, blinking a little too slow.

Lara finally looked at you. Just a glance, but it sliced through you. Her lips pressed tight, like she was fighting the urge to either laugh or drag you back to your room and yell at you. Maybe both.

You tried not to stare, but her legs were crossed and her hand was resting in her lap so casually, like she wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen right now. And maybe it was the weed, maybe it was how she looked at you when she was mad—but your body reacted fast. Too fast.

You shifted in your seat, squeezing your thighs together. It did nothing.

You pressed your lips together hard, trying to bite back a groan as you sunk further into the couch. You could feel it pressing up against your waistband. Painfully obvious.

Absolutely no hiding it all.

And Lara?

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t say a word.

She just leaned forward like she was grabbing something from the table, but her lips brushed your ear.

“Fix your face,” she whispered. “And fix your dick.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. A soft whine slipped from your lips, just quiet enough for Lara to hear. “I’m sorry,” you muttered.

She leaned back, smooth and smug, sipping from a water bottle like she hadn’t just whispered that with a full livestream still going.

You were bricked. High. On camera. And completely at her mercy.

The comments were still rolling in, a chaotic blur of emojis, reactions, and half-spelled-out guesses.

[user13]: why y/n look like she’s buffering

[user14]: nah she definitely smokes

[user15]: she tryna act normal SO BAD

[user16]: Lara is going to get her after this live watch

You sank deeper into the couch, hoodie bunched around your hands, and forced a laugh at something Dani said. You didn’t even catch the joke. Everything sounded like it was happening underwater.

Lara hadn’t said much. She didn’t need to.

Her silence was louder than everyone else’s noise. The way she kept glancing over at you with that faint smirk on her lips like she knew exactly what was going on in your head.

And your lap.

And your pulse.

You shifted a little, subtly adjusting how you sat, arms folded tight across your stomach. Maybe no one else noticed, but Lara’s eyes flicked down for half a second before dragging back up to your face.

Then she looked away like nothing happened.

“You good, babe?” Manon asked suddenly, her tone playful but a little concerned.

“Yeah,” you muttered, not trusting your voice to do more than that.

“She’s just vibin’,” Dani grinned, tossing a pillow toward your feet.

[user17]: me time got her cooked

[user18]: not the way she’s blinking in slow motion

[user20]: Lara’s so quiet I’m scared

Lara finally spoke, but not to the live.

“Come here for a sec,” she murmured, leaning in close enough that no one else could hear. Her hand brushed your thigh lightly, too lightly, and you flinched.

“I’m fine,” you whispered.

She gave you a look. “Did I ask you that?”

You hesitated, heart pounding stupidly hard in your chest, then leaned in like she told you to. Her mouth was right by your ear, soft and careful under the sound of everyone laughing.

“You’re doing a horrible job pretending you’re not turned on,” she whispered.

Your breath caught.

“I—”

“Relax,” she said, cool and steady. “They don’t know. I do.”

Her fingers skimmed along your arm, like she was fixing your sleeve. Like nothing was happening at all.

“I’ll wrap the live early,” she murmured. “Unless you’d rather keep sitting here like this.”

You shook your head a little too fast.

“Thought so.”

She leaned back in, voice clear and sweet. “Alright, we’re heading out. Thanks for hanging with us, you’ll see us again soon.”

Megan made a dramatic goodbye wave. Dani flashed a peace sign. The others echoed her, and the phone flipped just as Lara stood up, grabbing your wrist gently as she passed.

You followed.

Not because you had to but because your knees were jelly and your situation wasn’t about to fix itself.

[…]

The bedroom door clicked shut behind you.

It was quiet. The kind of quiet that made your skin itch with anticipation. The laughter from the others was faint now, muffled behind two walls and a closed door, but it still existed just far enough away to make this feel secret. Dangerous.

You stood in the middle of the room, not quite knowing what to do with your hands. They hovered at your sides like they were waiting for instructions.

Lara didn’t say anything at first. She walked to her dresser slowly, tugging off her hoodie and tossing it onto the back of the chair. Her tank top stuck to her skin just enough to make your mouth dry.

You gripped your pants trying to adjust the discomfort that was painfully harden in your boxers.

But that move only lasted a second as you watched her slowly pull her tank top above her head revealing her bare chest.

A whine left your mouth as she stared at you with a predatory look in her eyes. “Come take the rest off baby,” she softly demanded.

Your legs moved before your brain could catch up, and you were practically sprinting to her, a laugh slipping from her mouth as she watched you.

“Breathe baby,” she whispered, her nails scratching the nape of your neck.

You didn’t even notice you were holding your breath, too focused on undoing the button of Lara’s bottoms with shaky fingers. Your eyes were glazed over with slow, aching desire—so intense it made her throb, wetter than she already was under your touch.

You looked up, nearly losing yourself in the urge to kiss and suck at her perfect breast, but instead your lips closed around her nipple as your hand gripped her waist tightly.

A soft moan left her mouth, heat rushing through her body. She tried to push you back, breath catching.

“B-baby… no—focus.”

Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to pull a gasp from your lips. Her eyes locked with yours, dark and commanding.

“I said focus,” she repeated, voice low but dripping with control that made your stomach twist. You nodded, barely able to breathe, and she smirked, guiding your face with a slow tug on your hair.

“Good girl,” she whispered, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Now take off my pants, baby. You can do that for me, can’t you? And don’t get distracted again.”

You mumbled something incoherent as you pulled her pants down along with her black lace panties.

She grabbed your face, fingers firm along your cheeks as she tilted your head back, eyes drinking in your wrecked expression.

“Look at you,” she murmured, voice dripping honey and cruelty. “Mouth open. Eyes glossy. You’re already gone, huh?”

Your breath hitched, knees weak. She smelled like warmth and sin. She hadn’t even touched your dick yet and you were aching.

“Please I need to cum, mommy.”

Her thumb pressed into your bottom lip, and you sucked it without thinking, eyes fluttering closed at the low noise that escaped her throat.

“Mmm,” she hummed, pulling her thumb away slowly. “Strip.”

You didn’t hesitate. Shoes, shirt, and boxers came off in a frenzy, leaving you completely bare. Her eyes scanned your body slowly, letting the silence stretch until your skin burned under her gaze.

When her hand finally moved, it trailed down your chest, nails grazing lightly until she cupped your fully hard cock. You gasped, hips jerking toward her touch.

She smirked. “So sensitive. Poor baby.”

You whimpered.

She pushed you backward gently, guiding you until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. You collapsed, legs falling open as she laughed softly, teasing but loving in that sharp way you craved.

“You want me that bad?” she asked, crawling over you, bare skin pressing against yours as she kissed the hollow of your neck. “Already this messy?”

You nodded, too far gone to speak, reaching for her hips to pull her closer.

She slapped your hand away.

“Nope,” she breathed into your ear. “I’m in charge tonight.”

And she was.

She took her time, dragging her mouth down your body with torturous precision. licking, sucking, teasing every inch. Each touch sent shivers down your spine. She didn’t let you grind or beg. She just looked up at you with those heavy-lidded eyes and said—

“Be still, Daddy”

You watched her cheeks hollow as she took every inch of you, her eyes dark and locked on yours, making you twitch in her mouth.

“F-fuck, baby, I need to be inside,” you growled, voice tight as your hand tangled in her hair. You yanked but not enough to hurt, but enough to make her release you with a wet pop. Her lips parted, slick and swollen, chin dripping with spit and pre-cum.

You looked down at her, cock twitching at the sight of her wrecked face. Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, and that filthy little grin spread across her mouth like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

“Look at you,” you muttered, breath heavy. “Messy fuckin’ mouth. You proud of yourself?”

She nodded, dragging the back of her hand across her chin like she didn’t even care about the mess. “I’d do it again,” she said, voice hoarse and taunting. “You taste so good.”

That snapped something in you.

You grabbed her by the jaw and dragged her to her feet. “Turn around,” you ordered, chest heaving, cock throbbing against your stomach.

She hesitated only a second too long. You slapped her ass and growled, “I said turn the fuck around.”

She obeyed with a soft gasp, spinning to face the bed as you shoved her forward. Her hands braced on the sheets, back arched perfectly for you.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, staring at the mess between her legs. “You’re dripping.”

“Been ready for you,” she whispered, breathless. “All night.”

You gripped the base of your cock and lined it up, teasing her entrance with the tip. She whined, pushing her hips back, but you pulled away just enough to make her whimper.

“You want it?” you rasped, dragging it up and down her soaked folds.

“Yes,” she choked out. “Please— Y/N just fuck me already.”

You pushed in halfway, teeth gritted at the way her walls clamped around you. She was hot, tight, so goddamn wet it made your legs tremble. You grabbed her hips and slammed all the way in, groaning loud as her body jolted under the force.

“Oh my god—” she gasped, hands clawing at the sheets.

You didn’t give her time to adjust. You pulled out and rammed back in, again and again, setting a brutal pace that had her moaning into the mattress.

“Can feel you clenching,” you hissed, leaning over her back, teeth grazing her shoulder. “You gonna come already? Or you want me to ruin you first?”

“Ruin me,” Lara gasped. “Fuck—I want it. I want it all.”

You wrapped a hand around her throat, just enough to make her gasp, and ramming into her harder. Her body shook, nails tearing at the sheets. She was close.

The way she was clenching against you told it all

“Don’t hold back, baby, ” you growled into her ear. “Come all over my cock.”

She shattered beneath you with a scream, body tensing as she pulsed around you. You didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. You rode her through it, chasing your own release, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.

When it hit, it hit like fire.

You stayed buried in her, panting against her spine, the high fogging your head like a heavy blanket. Your body felt weightless, yet every drag of your cock inside her pulsed like a live wire. Her body was trembling beneath you, breath hitching, skin slick with sweat.

You tried to pull out—but she shoved her hips back against you, stopping you mid-motion.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said, voice ragged but sharp.

You froze.

watching her switch your positions as she crawled on top of you, pushing herself up onto her hands, her hair a mess, her ass still arched for you. She reached back and grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand off her waist and down.

Then she moved, slamming her hips back against you with purpose, making your head drop.

“Oh—fuck—” you choked, the high making it hit ten times harder.

“Not so dominate now aren’t you?” she smirked, voice low and wicked. “Good. Just shut up and let me fuck you back.”

You were too far gone to argue. She started moving, slow at first…grinding her ass back against you in tight circles that made your knees weak. You tried to grip her hips, take back control, but she batted your hand away.

“No. Hands behind your back,” she ordered, glancing over her shoulder. “Let me use this cock how I want.”

You obeyed. Fuck. You obeyed.

She bounced back against you. Every movement forced a moan from your throat. You couldn’t do anything but take it, the weed making every slick thrust feel like heaven and hell combined. She was gripping you so tight it felt like you were gonna explode.

“You’re so deep,” she moaned, grinding in harder. “So fucking thick—feels better when I’m in control, doesn’t it?”

You couldn’t speak. Your head dropped back. Mouth open. Hands clenched behind you.

She leaned forward, bracing herself, and started riding you from the front while still bent over—slamming herself back on your cock over and over until the sound of skin slapping filled the room again. You were seeing stars. Your whole body locked up every time she dropped her hips.

“Bet you thought you were gonna ruin me, huh?” she panted, sweat dripping down her back. “Now look at you, fucked dumb.”

You whimpered. Literally whimpered. You’d never been so far gone in your life.

She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while still bouncing on you, chasing another orgasm while using your cock like her personal toy.

“Don’t you dare come until I say,” she warned, without looking back.

You nearly cried. “Please, Lara.”

She tightened around you, on purpose. Squeezed you like a vice. Her moans got louder, more desperate, her pace wild and relentless as her body started to unravel again.

You could feel it. the pulsing, the slick gush of wetness, the way she threw her head back and gasped she looked beautiful like this.

“I’m coming—fuck—I’m coming—”

She screamed, body arching, and you felt her gush around you. Her whole body quaked as she ground herself against you, milking every last wave out.

She didn’t stop.

She stayed riding you through her orgasm, nails clawing into the mattress, before finally lifting off you with a wet, obscene sound. Your cock twitched in the air, dripping and neglected, your body shaking with the need to release.

“Not done with you yet,” she whispered, grinding her soaked pussy against your length.

“You’re gonna sit there and take it this time. I wanna see that look on your face when you lose it.”

You nodded, trembling, eyes glazed.

“Good,” she whispered, reaching down to guide you back inside her. “Now let mama ride.”

She didn’t waste a second.

Her soaked cunt swallowed you in one slow, brutal drop that knocked the breath from your lungs. You gasped, legs trembling under her, the high making it feel like you were being split open in reverse.

She didn’t ride you gently this time. She took you, hips grinding in slow, punishing circles, keeping you buried so deep you couldn’t even think.

“Look at you,” she purred, hands pressing to your chest as she rocked her hips. “All wrecked. Desperate.”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. All you could do was breathe her name like a prayer.

She leaned in close, lips brushing your jaw. “Don’t pass out on me yet, baby. I’m not done watching you fall apart.”

Her pace quickened, thighs slapping against yours, the wet sounds between your bodies filling the room. She grabbed your jaw, forcing your dazed eyes to stay open, her lips ghosting over yours.

“You’re gonna give me every drop, you hear me?” she whispered, voice rough. “I want you shaking.”

You whimpered, nodding, your hands fisting the sheets. She was rolling her hips with deadly precision, each grind sending a jolt straight through your spine.

Your body started to buck under her, but she slapped your chest. hard.

“Stay still,” she hissed.

You obeyed, moaning brokenly.

You were twitching, so close to the edge, and your body was betraying you. You couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t slow it. Couldn’t hold back even if your life depended on it.

“You close?” she mocked, smirking against your ear.

You nodded frantically, body locking up.

“Go ahead, baby. Fucking cum for me.”

Your orgasm hit like a freight train, violent and all-consuming, tearing through you with wave after wave of pleasure so intense your vision blurred. You came so hard you felt your body go limp under her.

But she didn’t stop.

“Shit—I can’t take it anymore,”

She kept riding you through it, overstimulating you as your cock twitched helplessly inside her, as you gasped and whimpered and begged with your eyes.

“Aww, you’re sensitive now?” she teased, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Too bad. You don’t get a break yet.”

She kept moving, grinding slow and deep, ignoring your pleas until your entire body was trembling beneath her, face buried in her chest as your mind went blank.

Only when your legs stopped responding and your breath came in shattered pieces did she finally slow down.

She ran her fingers through your hair, smiling smugly, her body still flush against yours. “That’s better,” she whispered, voice soft now. “Look at my fucked-out little baby.”

Your body was done. Twitching, soaked in sweat, eyes barely able to focus as you lay back against the pillows, completely spent. She finally stilled on top of you, her palms pressed to your chest, watching you with that same smug, wicked glint in her eyes.

“You good?” she asked softly, brushing your hair back, but the smile playing on her lips said she knew exactly what she’d done to you.

You blinked once, maybe twice. Couldn’t speak. Just nodded, your chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

She leaned down and kissed your cheek. “You did good, babe.”

Then she climbed off, strutting across the room like her legs weren’t shaking, like she hadn’t just completely dominated you.

She grabbed one of your oversized hoodies off the chair and pulled it over her naked body, smirking at the way your eyes followed her even now, half-lidded, dazed, high as hell and completely owned.

“Stay right there,” she said, pointing at you as she headed for the bathroom. “Don’t move. I’m gonna bring you some water, clean you up… and maybe sit on your face while you recover.”

You groaned, but it was more of a whimper.

The door clicked shut behind her, and all you could do was lay there, blissed-out, covered in her, and totally fucked dumb with the stupidest, happiest smile on your face.

When Lara finally stepped out of the room, the rest of the girls stared wide-eyed from all the noise but she didn’t spare them a single glance.

You paced the room with frantic energy, hands on your hips, drawing Natasha’s gaze down your body like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Are you kidding me, Natasha?” You chuckled bitterly, shaking your head at your wife.

“I’m not sure what you expect me to say,” Nat asserted, gripping her cigarette as she watched you pace around your shared bedroom. A cloud of smoke hung in the air as she exhaled from her cigarette.

“I want you to tell me if you’re fucking her.”

Natasha laughed confidently and turned away, choosing not to answer your question.

You grabbed her face, “Look at me, Natalia.”

“No,” she sighed as she looked into your eyes.

“That didn’t fucking sound convincing.” You pushed her face away from you as you walked away.

Last night, you and Natasha resolved your differences, but this morning, you woke up to her cell phone ringing. When you picked it up, you saw the name "Wanda" appearing on the screen. Wanda is both yours and Natasha's ex-girlfriend, who still believes she has control.

And to your ignorance-- she is in control even if you don't know it yet.

“I wish you would stop with this, I would never go back to her and you know that” she spats, throwing her head back dramatically.

“Do I?” You snap back, turning back around towards Natasha.

“Yes!” Her eyes filled with anger as she got up.

“I am a lot of things but I am not fucking stupid!,” she begged, her face was red with hot anger. She didn’t know how else to convince you because she didn’t have a good record.

You looked down and pressed the bridge of your nose. You wanted to believe her but why else would Wanda be texting her phone late at night.

“You have to realize I have a job detka and she’s still one of my coworkers,” She states, walking over to you and stroking your cheek with sympathy.

Natasha never wanted you to feel like she was sneaking behind your back on you but she knows she’s been a dick to you. It didn’t stop her from being frustrated with the way you approached her about the situation.

“I would appreciate if you didn’t raise your voice at me sweetheart”

You stared back at Natasha, anger in your eyes. You wanted to believe her words, but after all those long nights of her not coming home to you and the kids, it was difficult. Forgiving her was in your nature; you loved your wife. Despite your efforts to stand your ground, you always seemed to find your way back to her in one way or another.

“Everyday I regret leaving you and our kids, baby”

She looked up at you with tear-filled eyes, her cheeks faintly flushed with red. Natasha stood up, rubbing her sweaty palms on her legs. “I thought that if I became distant, it would hurt you less if one day I never made it back home,” she explained, tears streaming down her face.

Your wife knelt down by your legs, looking up at you in desperation. "You’re the best part of me, baby. Please don’t leave me." Her eyes darkened with an intensity you had never seen before; her statement felt more like a demand than a plea.

You looked up at the ceiling, doing your best not to shed tears so you wouldn’t seem weak in front of her. Her hands were wrapped tightly around your waist, prompting you to glance down at Natasha. You placed your cold hands on her rosy cheek and said, “I would never leave, Nat. I couldn’t.”

"Even if I tried," you whispered, wiping away a tear that had rolled down your face. Your love for Natasha was unhealthy, but you would rather die alongside her than let her go without knowing how deeply you loved her.

She smiled at you with awe, standing up and grasping your waist as she pulled you into a steamy kiss. You melted when she swiped her tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission. You moaned as she dragged her tongue in your mouth, “need you.”

Buzz, A sound of a notification going off next to Nat’s side of the bed.

Natasha backed away from your lips, “That might be stark, baby”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I’ll go see; maybe he’ll appreciate a few words from me,” you said with a smile.

Natasha chuckled as she watched you walk over to pick up her phone. The phone vibrated before you started to pick it up, with the name ‘Wanda’ displayed four times within one minute.

‘1 attachment’

‘I wore it just for you, come around tonight’

‘1 attachment ’

‘Missing you two’

Natasha caught sight of your sudden stillness, her curiosity piqued. “Who is it?” she asked, her brows knitted together in concern. The tension in the air crackled as your body language stirred a mix of nervousness and apprehension within her, making her hesitate at the thought of approaching.

Your jaw clenched as you raised her phone to throw at Natasha, “Ask her.”

The redhead looked up at you with an unreadable expression, a look that only annoyed you further because you couldn’t tell if she felt regret or simply didn’t care that you found out.

She chuckled as the phone hit her face. Bending over to pick it up, she walked towards where you were standing.

Her hands moved to each side of your neck. You attempt to push them away, not wanting to feel her touch on your body.

“Get off,” you growled, disappointed by how quickly you forgave her earlier, but now you’ve found yourself in another situation that’s bound to break you down again.

“You said you’ll never leave me, detka.” She whispered, her lips rubbing against your ear sensually. Her hands rubbing down your ass as she presses her front against you. “Leave us.”

Her warm breath sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at her with a glare. Your face heated with anger as you pulled away from Natasha. Staring at your wife with nothing but disgust.

“I’m not your toy, Natasha” you spat, easing your hands to push her chest away. Forgiving her was easy but now it felt as if she was playing with you. Like an object and not a wife. You wanted more from her and her giving less pained you.

She tilted her head towards the door behind you.

“Aren’t you?” a seductive voice came from behind you. You stopped in your tracks as you turned around. Shock written on your face like a sharpie.

Part 1

Cold fingers ran down your back as you looked out the balcony. The fresh scent of the apple pies from the local bakery down the street filled your nose with delight. You turned your neck to admire your secret lover, placing your head on her chest.

Natasha put her chin above your head, “I wish we didn’t have to hide us.”

The moon shined brightly over your face as you hummed a response to the red head. “Maybe we should stop,” you muttered. You wanted more than to be a secret

You felt coldness replace your warmth as Natasha backed away with her eyebrows furrowed, “I mean stop hiding, baby.”

It wasn’t easy to hide the red head from your parents. You’ve took notice of the suspicions and if they found out you were sleeping or even dating your mom’s best friend the looks of disapproval from them would shatter you.

But finally realizing how much love you have for Nat changed your perspective.

Natasha suddenly pivoted, her captivating green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “What about your parents?” she asked, her voice a tantalizing blend of curiosity and concern.

You shake your head, walking away with a groan.

“Stop making excuses, Natasha.” You mutter, grabbing your shirt off the edge of the bed. She tended to shut down conversations of sharing your relationship with others.

The quiet glances and gentle touches weighed heavily on your heart. You longed to express your feelings openly, to hold her close and declare your love for her boldly, not just in private whispers but in front of the people who matter most to you. It was a struggle to keep those deep emotions hidden, and you wished for a moment where you could share your truth with the world.

It's selfish of you to impose this on her, especially when you were aware that this relationship wouldn’t survive a year if you continue to hide the truth from everyone.

It was heartwarming to see how much her family adored you, and it was clear that you felt a deep affection for them as well. It created such a special bond between you all.

You went back towards the balcony with a sigh after putting your blouse on.

Natasha looked up, her expression filled with concern. “Oh, sweetheart, I love you. I never intended for it to come across that way.” She whispered, her hands lingering over your body.

You felt your body melt into hers, looking up at Natasha with doe eyes. You nodded your head at her response, “I just don’t want to hide anymore” you sighed, “it’s exhausting”

Your girlfriend left sweet kisses across your neck making you release soft moans of pleasure. Natasha’s cold hands started to remove the pink blouse from your shoulders.

Watching in awe as your nipples began to harden from the cold air of the night.

“Baby, fuck—we’re on the balcony and we need to still talk about this,” you moaned, rolling your head back into Natasha’s chest.

She chuckled in amusement, “We will later, right now darling I need to’ fuck you right here,” she muttered, pulling down your matching silk shorts.

The sight of your glistening pussy and wet panties made her cock twitch in her pants. She couldn’t hold back anymore as she watched you bend over the balcony ramp, spreading your legs apart, waiting to be taken by her.

It was quite beguiling seeing you in such a beautiful position with even a prettier setting like the night sky but you, you were most enchanting to her.

Almost immediately Natasha’s shaft was out of her pants spurting precum from the tip. She rubbed it against your slit making sure to massage your clit before making her way back to your entrance.

“please fuck me, baby, I need you so bad,” you whined, tears welling up in your eyes as the pleasure consumed you.

It almost felt like Natasha could cum right there. Not even fully entering you yet she came into your hole as she felt you clench around her hardened cock.

She felt pathetic, felt like she was unworthy of your body.

Her eyes teared up, “shit, I didn’t mean to cum so fast,”

You turned around placing your lips onto hers. Inserting your tongue into her mouth, your hand gripping her cock as you aligned it with your pussy.

“Fuck my pussy until you can hold your cum longer, yeah?”

Natasha whimpered, pushing her cock into your warm hole. Thrusting into you in full speed, looking into your eyes as she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold any longer with your breast bouncing in her face.

You gripped the back of her head when she dips her head down to take your hard nipple into her mouth.

Sounds of whimpers left Natasha turning you on even more. There was nothing you loved more than having her be submissive to you knowing the older woman was twice your age.

Her thirst began to get sloppier causing you to let out a ragged moan.

“Fuck, im gonna cum into you mommy gon’ give you my babies” she cried, “please let me give you my babies”

You wrapped your legs around her waist pushing her deeper into your cunt. You needed to feel her in you and having her cum deep in you would insure that you’ll be pregnant with her kids.

“Give it to me, fill me up with your cum and don’t stop Natasha ,” you let out a guttarl moan feeling her hit the right spots. The spots she only knew how to find.

Tears fell from Natasha’s eyes as you told her to keep cumming in you until she was ripped dry of cum. Long spurts of cum filled your belly and right when Natasha felt herself going soft a sting to her cheek.

“Did I say stop? Keep filling me up until you’re drained”

Your comment caused the older woman’s cock to hardened and twitch inside of your ruined pussy. She grabbed your breast and stuck her head into your neck as she began to thrust back into you with force.

Her tears ran down your shoulder but you didn’t care because you needed her and you knew she would do anything you told her.

You scratched her back when you felt her warm mouth sucking on your pulsating point. Various amounts of pleasure pierced through your core making your legs shake as you came onto her cock.

“Shit, me too baby me too” Natasha came into you for the third time filling up your womb with her white cum. You grabbed her face and attached your lips to hers.

The movement of your mouths in sync with each other and the sensation you both felt from your warm bodies being attached was another pleasure you couldn’t get from anyone else.

Natasha groans as she cums into your pussy, the mixture of juices dripping out of you on the balcony floor.

“Can’t do it anymore,” Natasha mutters into your breast.

You nod your head, “You did great baby.” Her hands were wrapped around your waist. She gripped you tighter and brought you back into the room then using her legs to close the balcony door.

Politely she placed you down onto the bed, her cock still in you as she lays on top. You smiled to yourself and played with her hair gently.

You shift underneath her leading to Natasha spurting another line of cum into your belly. She whines in embarrassment at her antics.

Small laughter fills the room, making Natasha push her head deeper into your chest.

“I love you, Nat,” you grin.

She flutters her eyes closed, “M’ love you too” she replies tiredly.

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A heavy silence enveloped the truck as you exhaled deeply, the sound echoing in the stillness.

Lorraine crossed her arms and looked out the truck window; her expression was unreadable.

You started to apologize, but Lorraine saw your reflection in the window. “Save it,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as you smacked your teeth.

Raine was upset with your behavior toward her father. You never got along with him, so you tried to provoke him whenever he was around.

Unexpectedly, Lorraine’s mom invited you to dinner. You greeted everyone with a warm welcome, stopping to scowl at Mr. Day in disgust.

“Mr. Day” you said, in a forced smile.

He curled his lip in a snarl and whispered, "Butch."

“Oh, come on you two, hug one another. Let’s start a new leaf, shall we?” Mrs. Day smiled. The nice lady always tried her best to encourage the two of you to get along.

You couldn’t help but smirk at her father, reaching your arms around him to give him a hug.

“This butch is fucking your daughter so never forget that.” you whispered, making sure your girlfriend or her mother didn’t hear.

“What a nice hug, old man, yeah?” You laughed and patted his back, then walked away shaking your head.

‘Old fuck’ you laughed.

-

You spent an hour chatting and laughing with your girlfriend and her mother, despite her father's disapproving glares. "Don’t you have a home to get to?" he asked, directing his gaze at you. You shrugged it off and refocused on your girlfriend.

It was a lovely dinner, and your priority was to keep Lorraine happy, so you did your best to behave. She looked at you with a smile of approval. Leaning closer, you whispered seductively, “After this, I can take you back to my house.”

Loraine felt shivers go down her spine as anticipation filled her stomach. She bit down on your earlobe when her parents were distracted, “I don’t think I can wait, baby. Meet me outside, would you?”

With a deep breath, you rose from your chair and declared, "Alright, ladies, I’m stepping out for a quick smoke. Need a moment to clear my head."

A hand grabs your sleeve. “I’m going with her; we’ll be back,” Lorraine rushes, scooting back in her chair to leave the table.

Lorraine walked out with you, rubbing her hands down your pants as she looked up at you and bit her lip. “I miss you daddy” she whimpered. Her eyes pleaded for you. She grabbed your buckle to pull you closer.

“Are you feeling impatient?” you whisper softly in her ear.

Lorraine rolls her eyes and bites her bottom lip. “I’m feeling something, and if you don’t help me, I might find someone else to suck off,” she muttered. She looked up at you with doe eyes, kneeling down on her knees to unbuckle your pants.

The rattling sound of your buckle heightened your anticipation. You loved her when she was this needy and wanting you. It was beautiful and enticing to you.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you whispered. “Always taking my cock like a good gir-” you cut off with a soft groan. Throwing your head back as she pressed her warm lips to the tip, squeezing your balls as she licked down a long strip of your shaft. “Fuck”

Lorraine bobbed her head up and down. Watching her cheeks suck in as she took your cock in her mouth caused you to shudder, her eyes lidded and seductive.

She took in as much as she could until the tip of your cock hit the back of throat, making her moan in surprise, sending wave of vibrations in you. “Just like that sweet girl,” you breathed, voice quivering.

She simply hummed in response, vibrations running down your shaft and making you twitch, eyes innocent and wide-eyed.

You can't stop yourself from coming down her throat, the warm white liquid filling her mouth as your hips stuttering as you empty into her.

The sound of the front porch creaking caught Lorraine's attention as she noticed a pair of scruffy black boots. She tapped your thigh, signaling for you to let her go, but you were too engrossed in your orgasm to notice her pleas.

Lorraine's dad stormed to the front door, his heart racing as he caught sight of the chaos unfolding. “Lorraine Day! What in the world are you doing, for crying out loud?”

You quickly snapped out of your orgasm as you heard Lorraine's father’s stern voice. “Get up, baby,” you smirked, putting your pants back on as you stared at her father with a foolish expression.

Lorraine’s dad glared at you while you were instructing his daughter. He firmly grasped Lorraine’s arm as she stood up and said in a low voice, “Go in the house.” His anger was noticeable as he locked eyes with you, making it clear that he was not pleased.

You laughed, “She’s not going anywhere. Get in the car, Lorraine,” as you started to walk off towards the truck.

“Dad, I’ll come back tomorrow,” Lorraine mutters awkwardly, hugging him as she walks behind you.

Lorraine jumped as you slammed the car door.

You started the car as your girlfriend jumped in, backing out of the driveway and onto the road. A silence hung in the air until she cleared her throat to get your attention.

“I know you heard him before I saw him," she said, her voice tinged with irritation as she crossed her arms, clearly showing her frustration. You shook your head and laughed, "I don't know what you mean, sweet pea.”

She turned to you firmly. “That’s ridiculous. Your ego is getting in the way, and it’s going to make him see me in a different way!” her accent coming out stronger than before.

“Grow the fuck up, Lorraine, you don’t need Daddy’s approval to give a fucking blowjob!” you spat, speeding up the car to piss her off.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and shot a defiant glare. "Seriously, Y/n, let me out of here!"

“What? No way,” you stated, disbelief lacing your voice.

Lorraine pushed the side of your face, causing you to look back at her with disapproval. "I’m fucking driving!"

“Stop the car!” she shouted, her urgency noticeable as she seized the wheel. The vehicle swerved dangerously, tires screeching against the sidewalk, forcing you to slam on the brakes.

You watched your girlfriend open the door and slam it before walking along the side of the road toward her father’s house. You rolled down the window and said, "Baby, come on, get in the car. I'm sorry."

Lorraine ignored your demands as she crossed her arms.

"I shouldn't have done that; it was a reckless move and I apologize," you shouted out of the window, with half of your body hanging out of the car. The wind blew your hair back as she paused and started walking toward the car.

Lena swung her head in your direction, "Mommy I want this one," she whined. The rack of stuffed animals sat on display as your daughter complained about how much she wanted the pink bunny.

"No baby, you remember what mama said."

Last night, Natasha talked to lena about behaving properly. Now that she's getting older you can't keep babying her and supplying all her wants after a tantrum or fit.

So Natasha decided on no extra things outside of the store list for a month so she can learn that you won't be able to get everything she asks for even if she decides on throwing a fit.

"Lena, no means no," scowls natasha. Carrying Mateo in his car seat with her left hand, "Pick her up detka — let's go."

You couldn't help but bite your lip at Natasha's authority

Seeing her do what she does best turned you on in so many ways you couldn't explain. You couldn't stay upset with her no matter how hard you 'tried'.

Heading to your shared bedroom last night, Natasha had a way with her words, instead of hate sex you made love.

You missed her warmth and her touch but there's nothing you miss more than how sexy she looked taking care of her family.

Yes, your wife is a lot of things but you know how deeply she cares for the three of you and if you didn't.. you wouldn't have taken her back.

-

You sighed in frustration, "I'm not trying to upset you baby"

"I never said you did," she muttered, gathering the clothes and putting them into the drawer across from you.

Which was a lie, you knew she was upset because you disagreed with her thoughts of not putting lena into school right now.

You brushed your fingers through her red hair trying your best to comfort her, "I understand there's a risk baby but I want her to have a normal child hood"

Natasha chuckles in disbelief,

"You understand nothing."

You scoff, "Natasha? She's my kid too so what don't I understand?" You started walking across the other side of the room away from her.

"Please, humor me." You sat down in the chair next to the open window, your hands slapping your knee as you sat down.

A blank stare on her face caused you to raise an eyebrow, bouncing your leg impatiently waiting for an answer.

It wasn't surprising that you and Natasha got into an argument today, it was always bound to happen. Sooner or later.

"You do shit like this all the time," she mumbles under her breath, trying to make it hard for you to hear.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Natasha?"

Your wife clutches the shirt in hand, more frustration clouding her eyes as she stares at you. She clearly didn't have an explanation, only acting on impulse.

"Am I the one who forged our divorce? If anybody does stupid shit it's you not me." You protest, rubbing your fingers on your temple.

But there's something about crawling under Natasha's skin that pumps you up. Toying with her is what got you here, having two of her kids and married to her for seven years.

She ignores your directed comment, "There's too many risks."

"She's not attending school and that's final," Natasha grumbled, her head was filled with your nagging comments.

"Nat -" you tried to reason with her.

"Don't" She growls, snapping her eyes up at you.

Your mouth clicks shut, "Sorry," you mumble. She knows how well you respond when she gets pissed off.

Sometimes you can't believe the effect Natasha has on you.

She knows your weaknesses and has no problem showing her mastery over you. Something you craved over the past few months, something a certain someone couldn't give you.

You haven't told Natasha, you figured if she ever found out a another woman came around the house, she'll probably kill the girl.

She's too possessive of you to share you with anyone else. It'll tear her ego down, make her seem like she doesn't have control anymore.

—

"What do you know about banana bread, bunny?" Natasha laughs, hearing your daughter talk about how much she loved the taste of the dessert at the dinner table.

Lena giggles with a wide smile, "Miss Maximoff always makes some for me and mommy" she grins, picking up her last nugget eating it innocently.

Fear was written across your faces as you avoided contact with your wife. Natasha furrows her eyebrows at you, mouthing something you couldn't quite pick up on.

You stood up, "Let's put you to bed baby."

Natasha stared daggers at you, continuing to watch you walk away but you tried your best to not turn around.

The anticipation of waiting for you to get back sent nat over the edge causing her to throw everything off her desk.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

You heard nat scream through the door as your hand hovered over the door nob. You took a short breath to get yourself together before entering.

The door shut behind you, Natasha turned around instantly averting all of her attention to you.

"Natasha"

Before you could finish your sentence, she already had her hand wrapped around your neck causing you to inhale shakily, "Please baby."

Your wife clenched her jaw, staring into your eyes making you feel small under her grasp.

"Did she fuck you?" For a moment you saw her eyes darken, her hands starting to grip tighter forcing you to answer her question with a quivering voice, "No"

She released her hand, slamming it on the wall beside you, "Don't fucking lie to me!"

Your eyes welled up with tears and your body shook at the sudden movement she made. You and Wanda didn't have anything special she was nice but she was too nice for you.

You needed something stronger, you wanted Natasha hence why you never went further than a kiss on the cheek. But in this moment something clicked in you.

You needed her.

You looked up at the red head, moving down onto your knees. You wanted Natasha to know that you were hers and no one else's.

"Get up," she gritted.

Ignoring her statement you unbuttoned her pants pulling it lower until her underwear came off. Her dick sprung free ready to be sucked by you.

After a long pause, she moved forward grabbing your head forcing her cock into your mouth. Your tongue sliding along her length as you bobbed your head up and down. She groaned, holding onto the wall, "She could never fill you up like this" she said between pants.

You locked eyes with your wife who was watching you with pure lust in her gaze. Natasha cleared her throat, cock twitching from her own thoughts.

"You don't deserve my cock, detka."

She smiles at the whimpers that escaped you. Her hips started to move and you moaned.

"You shouldn't be sucking dick like a slutty little whore"

Tearing your gaze away from the cock, which was dripping with pre cum, you stared straight into her piercing orbs.

"We didn't have sex, Natty." You whispered, voice mildly hoarse already.

Natasha's face was flushed, cock weeping precum still.

She hadn't realized how close she was to coming until you stopped. "I know.you wouldn't do that to me," was all she uttered as you moved to take her again.

Natasha groaned, every word dying on her lips as your mouth was back on her cock. "Oh...just like that detka... fuck your mouth takes me so well..." You glanced upwards, watching her throat bob as she tilted her head completely back. A low, husky moan left her lips as you swallowed.

The sound of your daughter's voice from down the hall made you pull back. Saliva and cum dripping down your face as Natasha groaned at the sight, painting your face with her milk-white cum.

She forced your mouth open with her hand, releasing the rest of her cum into your mouth. Seeing you drop to your knees for her and pleasing her needs without asking made her proud. It made her thirst for you more.

You quickly got off your knees in a hurry, rolling your eyes at your crazed wife for making a mess of your face while trying to get up.

"Put your dick in your pants before your daughter comes in here" you whispered by her ear, a demanding tone that surprised natasha.

Quickly walking to the bathroom to clean your face, the sound of your daughter's voice getting closer to the room startled Natasha as she buckled up her pants.

"Mama, where's mommy? I can't sleep" Her hair was all over her head, fingers rubbing her tired eyes.

You shouted from the bathroom, "Mommy's coming baby!"

You threw your face towel down, walking out of the bathroom being met with Natasha sitting on the bed with the little girl tracing her tattoos, her head on her mama's chest.

Lena looked up with a smile making your heartmelt at the sight. "Why was mama screaming earlier?" She questioned, tilting her head.

Natasha bursted into laughter, you quickly sent her a pointed look causing her to quiet down. You sighed at your daughters question, "Nothing love, I was helping her with something"

Lena was even more confused than before, it was written all over her face but she shrugged her shoulders letting it go.

Nat smiled at her confusions, leaning down to kiss the temple of her head.

You smiled at the interaction it made you realize no matter the fights or arguments you and Natasha will have she'll forever be here to love you and the kids.

And you'll always love Natasha.

Even if that meant you needed her more than she needed you.

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After, a year of your beloved wife’s death, there was nothing to keep you sane or happy. She was all you had and all you ever wanted. Your family and friends tried their best to help and comfort you but it never worked out.

Not anymore.

You didn’t need anyone now. You couldn’t. There was too much pain. Too much sadness. The only thing you did now was stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the ceiling tiles.

Sometimes, you think that Jenna visits you at night, you feel her beautiful and intimidating presence. Tonight you were hoping that she came to visit again. You longed for her touch, the way she kissed you as though her life depended on it, whispered into your ear and gave you strength, the way she held onto you like a lifeline.

She always knew what to do when you were sad and alone. She would kiss away your tears. She told you it wouldn’t be forever. But it might as well be forever now. Without your beloved?.. Who are you?

Now you were settling into bed, keeping her spot empty.

Waiting patiently for your girl to come crawling back into your bed. You started to drift to sleep. It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock on your door that you sat up. You rubbed your eyes, trying to rid yourself of your fatigue, but still, your vision remained blurry from being tired you assumed.

The knocking kept coming.

Finally, you made out an image through the crack in the door. It was Jenna, you’re wife. Her hair was wild, she looked the same, but more beautiful. Her skin glowed in the moonlight and her mouth was curled with delight.

“Hi baby, you miss me?” she said softly walking completely in, not bothering to shut the door behind her, just walked right in with a smile and a smirk on her face.

“That’s my girl.”

“Always looking forward to seeing me?” She continued.

She leaned her hand towards you , slowly making her way toward you. And before you knew it, you felt your arms around her neck and your lips locked with hers once more.

“You want me inside of you, sweetheart?” She teased, grazing her fingertips down your jaw line.

“Poor love, I bet you’ve been craving my cum since yesterday, yeah?”

Jenna started to pull your shorts down, exposing your naked body. You looked up at her with “fuck me” eyes.

Your body started to heat up, you missed her touch so much. You stared into her captivating eyes, reaching out to stroke her cheek to make sure she’s actually real and you’re not dreaming.

She reaches down to grab your hand, kissing it while started to kiss up your arm without breaking eye contact. Her soft lips made your body melt, made your pussy crave for her touch instantly.

She began kissing up your neck as you groaned with pleasure, you missed her so much.

You longed for her touch.

She nibbled and sucked along your neck, leaving her marks as she always does. You tilt your head back leaning into her hot mouth. She reached her slender fingers under your silk pajama shirt and began fiddling with your already hard nipples.

“I missed you so much,” you said, struggling to catch your breath.

Sensations rush through your body, between her sucking and kissing your neck, and playing with both your nipples were too much.

You felt empty and you needed to be filled. Her cock in you was what you wanted.

You cuppedJenna’s face and slammed your lips against each other. your tongues battling against each other to decide who will lead the kiss.

Your hand slid behind Jenna’s neck into her wild hair pulling her as close as she can be, knowing that was impossible.

Jenna looked up at you as she slowly reached her hand down to begin unbuttoning your silk shirt, yanking it off when it begins to be a struggle. Jenna broke off the kiss to stare at your naked body, admiring you.

“You want my cum?” She asked, staring at your breasts.

“More than anything.”

“Get on the bed, let’s try something different tonight darling,” she said in a demanding tone.

Obviously you did as you were told, as you leaned over your ass hanging in the air Jenna slapped it. You looked back with an annoyed expression.

“You know I can’t help myself, now lay down.”

Jenna started to undress in front of you, pulling off her already loose black tie. She smirked as she unbuttoned her white shirt, exposing her perky breasts.

You began feeling shy, not knowing what Jenna was going to do to you this time, but those nerves quickly turned into you being hornier than before when you saw her cock spring out of her pants.

Jenna walked over to the edge of the bed then began climbing towards you, you felt her tip drag up your leg while then grazing your wet cunt. Sending shivers down your spine.

Jenna stopped as she sat right over your lower stomach.

“What are you doing baby?” You asked, looking up at your late wife.

“I know you want me, but let’s have a little fun first.”

She grabbed both of you breasts, pushing them together with one hand. “Close your eyes,” Jenna said, messing with you.

You closed your eyes as you felt a wet sensation slip through your titties. You opened your eyes to see Jenna groaning with pleasure as she began to titty fuck you.

“I didn’t tell you to fucking open your eyes, did I ?”

Both of your body’s move in sync as Jenna thrust her dick in and out of your breast.

Her groans becoming louder with each thrust.

Feeling her cock slip in and out made you so desperate, you wanted her to touch you everywhere.

You wanted her to fill every hole you have with her cum.

Jenna nearing her climax pulled her dick out one last time to shove it down your throat. You moaned feeling her warm cock hit the back of your throat. Staring up at her, you saw her head fly back letting out a moan of relief.

“Fuck, there ya go.” She groaned, as she grabbed your hair to motion your head back and forth.

Her warm cum shot to the back of your mouth, dripping down your throat, which you swallowed every bit of.

You smiled as Jenna fell onto the bed out of breath, you sat up brushing your finger’s against her face.

You decided to lay down next to her, a little disappointed your night ended so quickly.

That feeling faded away as you started to drift to sleep.

All of a sudden you hear rustling next to you. Feeling yourself being flipped over onto your stomach. You look over your shoulder to see Jenna lifting your ass up in the air to shove her hard dick in.

You let out a yelp because you weren’t prepared.

You gripped the sheets as you moaned louder while your wife slammed into your pussy again.

Your eyes started watering, not because it hurt, but because it felt so good.

“I never said I was done.”

Jenna continued to thrust in and out as she grabbed your hips. You couldn’t hear Jenna grunting as it was drowned out by your loud noises.

“That’s right baby you wanted this dick so bad didn’t you?” Jenna said cockily, “beg for it, sweet girl .”

She slapped your ass making you open your mouth but no words came out.

“Please baby,” you said having to pause to let out a moan, “ please cum in me.”

Jenna smiled, her thrust began quickening in pace. Your whole body twitched and tingled as you felt your orgasm nearing. Your moans got even louder, sounds of you begging for jenna and screaming her name.

Jenna slapped your ass one last time as you came down from your orgasm.

Your hands slowly starting to release they’re grip on Jenna’s back, as your orgasm took all the energy you had left.

Jenna pulled her dick out of your tired pussy, your cum dripping out into the sheets.

“I love you.” she mutters, stroking your red cheek.

You blush as you hold her cheeks in your hand, “I love you too”

Jenna nuzzles her face into your neck, craving to be closer to you.

“Goodnight.” she kisses your cheek, as you start to drift off to sleep in your wife’s arms.

—

The next morning you woke up with a scratchy throat but previous nights events distract you from the feeling.

The smile on your face lingers as you remember the night between you and Jenna. You’ll forever remember that night of pleasure and love, reminiscing on the way Jenna makes you feel.

However, your thoughts were sidetracked when you remembered that it wasn’t real or maybe it was ?

You moved slightly feeling cum ooze down your freshly shaved legs, you always forget that she’s never actually here the next morning.

“Y/n, can you go back to bed why are you staring at the ceiling?” A voice said, your body in shock making you think you were actually going crazy.

You hesitated to look to the right of you and to your surprise there’s Jenna sitting in your bed and now you’re more confused than before.

“What?” You questioned, your eyes widening.

She sits up and looks at your face puzzled, she was more confused on why you looked so shocked to see her.

“Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?” She questioned frantically, rubbing her eyes due to her tiredness.

Your mouth was slightly opened. “Jenna..?” You asked.

“Who is jenna?” She asked.

“Baby it’s me Tara, are you okay seriously?” She sat up on her elbows looking in your direction. Tara was concerned on your thought process but the previous nights events after the Halloween party was unspeakable. You got so drunk that you thought Sam was a statue.

You gasp in realization, “Fuck, I’m fucking losing it”

Your girlfriend reaches for your cheek to give you a soft kiss , “Maybe you’re still a little drunk” she whispered, continuing to kiss over your face.

You nodded your head slightly in agreement.

“I had the craziest dream” you sighed, lying back down on your pillow.

Tara turns on her side to rest her head on your arm, “What was it about?” She asked, drawing patterns on your stomach with her fingers.

You hesitated for a moment, thinking if you should tell her or not.

It wasn’t necessarily something she would want to hear considering how bad her jealousy issues were. It took you a moment to realize what you felt was a dream and the cum coming down your leg was from the previous night with Tara.

“Nothing baby, I’ll tell you later” you smiled, kissing her soft lips.

“I don’t care about your sad sob of a story, Natasha” you stated, picking up your son from his crib. The last thing you wanted in your life is your ‘ex’-wife in your house agonizing you.

“Just listen to me, detka.” She whined, rolling her neck around. Her patience running thin when she sees you rolling your eyes at her antics.

Late of last year you and natasha were in the prime of your relationship but a few months ago she started not showing up home until mornings. Accusing you of cheating when you were clearly taking care of your children. The two of you just had your newborn baby while still tending to your 6 year old daughter. Everyday, you saw less and less of Natasha and every time you tried to confront her about her actions she lashed out.

Telling you, “Y/n do you fucking hear yourself, accusing me of shit when I support this goddam house.”

It was like this every month, arguing then having sex and you couldn’t bare to have your children watch there parents not show an ounce of love to each other.

“Natasha, fuck you.”

Your voice lower then before to try not to wake the sleeping baby in your arms.

“How’d you think our kids got here?” She rhetorically whispered, looking down at her shoes. Natasha was never one to be completely serious with you.

You turned around, side eyeing your ex wife.

Needless to say you were fed up with her antics but deep down you missed them, you missed her. There was truly nothing that could stop you from loving her but there were things that could stop you from tolerating her.

There were so many times you hated Natasha but nothing could stop you from bending over for her right here and right now. Her flexed muscles as she made sudden moves, her plumped lips, the way she looked at you with darkened eyes.

“We could be a family again if you weren’t so damn stubborn all the time” she licked her lips, walking over to where you were. Standing behind you.

Your breathing get shaky with anticipation.

The red head brushed her crotch against you. Making you hold back a moan that so desperately needed to be released.

“I gave these children to you” she smugged, brushing her thumb over baby Mateo’s head.

“I’ll be damned if you take my fucking family away from me, I own you.” Her lips on your ear and her whispers sending chills down your spine.

“You weren’t acting like a wife to me, nat” you say softly, trying to keep your composure.

You exhale when she backs away and takes Mateo out of your hands. Confusion written on your face when she sets him back down into his crib.

“I’m moving back in tomorrow, detka.”

“I got stark to forge those papers. Play time is over, moya lyubov”

She placed her hands over your cheeks. Your face stunned, “What?”

She chuckles as she leans in to kiss your soft lips and you hesitate to kiss back until she forces her tongue into your mouth by squeezing your neck harshly. The two pair of lips in sync, your head starting to get fuzzy.

Like you were submitting to her, kneeling to her.

You knew this was wrong but oh did it feel so right. ‘She can change,’ you convinced yourself.

The craving you felt for Natasha was wicked that it felt like a spell.

The kiss deepened, until Natasha backed away.

“You were always my wife baby, and that’ll never change” she smirked, gripping your hips with satisfaction.

“I should ruin that pretty pussy for all the time you fucking wasted”

Natasha looks deep into your eyes.

You felt small under her watch and she loved it.

“Don’t look so defeated, I know yo - ” She started to say before the sound of small feet pattering towards the door in a hurry.

The both of you face the door of the bedroom, seeing it opening. Revealing your 6 year old daughter, Lena, the moment she saw Natasha her face lit up with joy.

“Mama?!” her angelic voice yelled, running towards Natasha.

She picked her up with a smile, “Hey baby!, mama’s missed you so much.”

Lena giggled with her rosy cheeks and the red hair she inherited from Natasha in a mess, insinuating that she just woke up from a nap.

“Are you staying, mama?” She said sadly, looking up to Natasha with puppy dog eyes.

You looked down as Natasha shot you a look with a grin.

“Yes I am, sweetheart, I even got you some things” she kisses over her cheeks, “ We can open them after mommy makes dinner, right baby?” Nat looks in your direction expecting you to answer to her.

You roll your eyes, holding back a snarky comment because for the sake of your daughter.

“Of course, we’ll open presents after I make dinner,” you tell Lena, tickling her stomach. She backs away and throws her head back in a fit of giggles.

Natasha watches the interaction now realizing how much she missed her family and the laughs they’ve all had. The smile on her face never fading away as the laughs continues.

“Go play detka, me and mommy have to talk” she says, letting her down off her hips.

Lena whines, “Mama I don’t wanna play right now!”

You sighed, “baby go to your room, come on we’re not doing this again.”

She looks up at you with her face scrunched up in anger. In protest she sat done on the floor, trying to stand her ground.

Lately shes acted very disobedient but you haven’t had Nat here to discipline her when needed.

“Get off the floor Yelena” Natasha raised her voice slightly.

Lena huffs, “No.”

“No!” She yells, kicking her feet up and off the ground, screaming until she couldn’t anymore.

Natasha picks her up and storms out the room. The sounds of your daughters feet kicking everything it came across to get out of Natasha’s grip.

“I am your mother yelena, you respect me or you sit in the corner and you think about what you did!”

As soon as you here Natasha’s yell, you decide to walk to Lena’s room to calm her down. Their personalities tend to clash once in a while because your daughter is like her mini me.

One Natasha is already enough but two are hell on earth if you let it get out of control.

“Baby, calm down she probably just wanted to spend some time with you.” You grab Natasha’s face making her look at you. Her face softened when she felt your touch.

You know you’re supposed to be standing your ground right now, knowing that Natasha is still your wife after her act of getting fake papers for you to sign.

Besides that you’ll forever be in love with who she is so staying upset with her is impossible. Also considering you’re the mother of her children.

“Lena, my love, can you stay in here for just a minute and we’ll come back to play with you, okay?”

Lena nods her head ‘okay mommy’

“Alright baby, we love you” you say, grabbing Natasha and shutting the door behind you.

Natasha shuffled her feet in-front of you, “I don’t need a lecture right now, y/n”

You fix the collar of her button shirt, “I’m not, I know how much you love our kids” You mutter, running your hands down her chest.

She smirks at your movements, not entirely sure what you were doing but she wasn’t going to ruin it by asking any questions.

You looked up at your wife, “Just because I’m warming up to you right now doesn’t mean you’re getting any tonight, just so you know”

Her breath hitched as your hand squeezed her cock. You chuckled, “Don’t forget who you married Natasha, I’m not on my knees at your mercy because I’m weak.”

“I’m your fucking wife so treat me like it” You whispered sternly, leaning in and kissing the tip of her ear.

Natasha stood shocked but not surprised. The reason she married you was because you kept her on her toes. Your wife knew you weren’t weak but submissive to her and she loved it but there were times where you left her begging for more.