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Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~ 1,8k
Modern College AU
Explicit sexual content (18+), NSFW MDNI!
Warnings: mutual oral sex, 69 position, weed use, shotgunning, intoxicated sex (enthusiastic and consensual, but characters are high), fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink vibes, soft dom/sub energy, light teasing, bratty behavior, sweaty summer vibes, lazy horny energy
A/N: soooo, after a shorter break, i'm back! i'm so sorry for having y'all wait, but med school is no joke, and is kicking my ass a bit. anyway, i got a request for a 69 Ellie smut and was like, why not? so here it is. hope you like it. also, i never proofread, deal with it. so if you find any mistakes, just ignore them, or if they really bug you, let me know <3
The air in the apartment was already thick with heat, clinging to the skin like a second layer. A low sunset bled through the blinds, casting horizontal shadows over the messy couch and cluttered coffee table. Outside, the cicadas screamed in the summer dusk. Inside, the room hummed with something else entirely.
You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Ellie, a joint balanced between your fingers. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, pink at the edges, and glittering a little in the dim light. Her body slouched back on the couch, legs spread lazily, one arm slung over the backrest. She looked like sin. All casual in that "who ate all the pussy?" T-shirt you got her, her tattoo curling around her veined forearm, her thumb lazily stroking your knee. The whole apartment smelled like weed and her sandalwood soap.
“You’re really fucking good at rolling,” you said, slow and syrupy. Your lips tingled from the last pull. “Like, dangerously good. Criminally good.”
Ellie laughed, husky and slow, her mouth pulling into a smug little smirk. “Well, y’know. Practice.”
“You sell weed, Ellie. You live in practice.”
She winked at you, took the joint from your hand, and inhaled. The red tip glowed bright in the dusky room, and her cheeks hollowed a little as she drew. When she pulled it away, she held the smoke in her mouth, tilting her chin at you.
You blinked. “Wait...”
She leaned forward, gripping your jaw, fingers cool against your flushed skin. Your lips parted, barely a breath escaping before she sealed her mouth over yours and exhaled the warm vapour into your mouth.
The smoke burned hot between you, swirling into your lungs and up into your skull, until the room melted around the edges and all you could feel was her. The scrape of her calloused fingers under your jaw. The slow brush of her tongue. The deep sound of her groan when you whimpered into her mouth.
You were already so high. The kind of high where you felt loose in your limbs, your head floating just above your body, everything heavy and slow and warm. And now she was kissing you, and you were definitely gonna die.
Ellie pulled back, licking her lips, looking at you like she knew. Her pupils were huge, dark and endless. You swore you could fall into them.
“I’m so fucking horny,” you blurted and slumped on her couch.
Ellie blinked, and then cracked up, low and loud, a real laugh that made her nose scrunch. “Jesus. Not even gonna try to be subtle about it, huh?”
You flopped onto your back with a dramatic sigh, hand over your face. “I can’t. Everything is hot. You’re hot. My knees are hot. I think even your couch is trying to fuck me.”
Ellie leaned over you, grinning like a wolf. Her hair was tucked behind one ear, loose strands falling into her freckled face. “Babe. You’re baked.”
“Exactly. Baked. Like your edibles. Like the ones you don’t share with anyone but me.”
Her brow quirked. “You tryna flirt or guilt-trip me right now?”
You shrugged. “Both?”
Ellie pressed one hand to the cushion beside your head and hovered over you, just enough to make your breath catch. Her other hand trailed over your side, sneaking under the hem of your tank top, dragging lightly up your bare waist.
Her touch was feather-light, teasing, calloused fingers dancing over your ribs until you squirmed. “You always get like this when you’re high.”
“I like you,” you said. “A lot. Even more when I’m floating.”
“I know,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your neck. “You’re such a needy little thing when you’re stoned.”
You were already gasping, toes curling. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. “It’s fucking cute.”
Her hand slipped lower, grazing your thigh, then curling under to squeeze the soft underside. You whined, arching into her, lips searching for hers.
She kissed you like she had all the time in the world. Slow and deep, like she wanted to taste how high you were. Your hips rolled up against her on instinct, and her body sank heavier into yours.
You tugged at her shirt, breathless. “Take this off.”
She obeyed, peeling it off over her head and flinging it somewhere behind her. Her torso was all lean muscle and tattoos, the defined dip of her waist leading your eyes downward. You bit your lip.
Ellie smirked. “Staring?”
“You’re art,” you said. “Like… illegal levels of art. Like ‘you should model for oil paintings in the 1600s’ kinda art.”
She snorted. “You’re so fucking gone.”
“I want you,” you whispered. “So bad, El.”
And maybe that broke something in her restraint.
She kissed you again, but this time it was messy. Desperate. Tongue and teeth and breathy moans tangled in your throat. Her fingers were quick, tugging your shorts down and sliding her hand over your panties in between your legs.
“Fuck, babe. You’re soaked,” she said as she rubbed her index finger into the fabric of your drenched knickers, tickling your clit in the process.
You whimpered. “You did just make out with me while shotgunning weed into my lungs, Ellie. What did you expect?”
Her eyes sparkled as her fingers pulled the pink lace to the side and dug into your slick folds, slow and teasing. “I love when you get mouthy.”
“You love everything I do.”
Ellie grinned, cocky as ever. “That’s true.”
Her fingers pushed in deep, curling in just the right way, dragging a broken sound from your chest. Your hands gripped her shoulders, nails digging into skin as your hips rocked into her touch.
You couldn’t stop moaning. The weed made everything feel more intense, your nerves hyperaware of every inch she touched. Her mouth moved to your chest, sucking bruises into your skin as her fingers kept working you open.
You were rambling now, words tumbling out between gasps. “Fuck—I love your hands. Love your mouth. Love you. You feel so fucking good, Ellie, I’m gonna—”
“Yeah? You gonna come already?”
You nodded frantically, your back arching. “Please.”
Ellie ducked her head, her breath hot against your ear. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
And that was it.
You came with a high, shattered cry, clinging to her like she was your last tether to earth. The waves crashed through you, dragging your brain under, making your limbs shake. Ellie held you through it, slowing her fingers, kissing the tears off your cheeks.
When you finally came down, boneless and glowing, she smirked down at you.
“You’re such a mess when you’re high.”
You took the joint, still breathless, and grinned. It burned down between your fingers, nearly finished, the smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling like the ghost of everything you’d just felt. You were flushed and half-naked, sticky with sweat and still trembling.
She was watching you — sprawled beside you on the couch, her hair damp at the edges, chest rising and falling slowly. Her lips glossy from kissing you breathless.
Your gaze dropped to her stomach, to the faint line of muscle down the center, the flush to her freckled skin, the waistband of her boxers sitting low on her hips. You bit your lip. Still high and aching.
Ellie caught the look. “Don’t say it.”
You smirked. “Say what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking…” you trailed your fingers down her torso, slowly, teasingly. “That I want your mouth on me again.”
Her eyes darkened, lashes fluttering. “You just came.”
“And I want to return the favor,” you purred, crawling over her, straddling her waist. “Unless you’re too high to handle it.”
Ellie scoffed, but her hands settled firmly on your hips, grounding herself. “I can handle anything, babe.”
You leaned down, lips brushing hers. “Then prove it.”
She kissed you hard, sitting up just enough to flip you beneath her — the room spun deliciously as you gasped, landing on your back again with her above you, grinning like she’d just won something.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she muttered against your neck, already kissing lower, lower, dragging your underwear down as she went. “You want my mouth? You’re getting it.”
You barely had time to breathe before she shifted, moving down your body, but then her hand caught yours and tugged — pulling you with her, guiding you in a slow, twisting motion until you were both on your sides, facing opposite directions.
It hit you what she meant.
Your breath hitched. “Are you serious?”
She looked over her shoulder at you, her grin wicked. “Unless you’re too high to multitask.”
You laughed, breathless, and ducked your head down between her thighs.
It was messy. Uncoordinated at first. But when your mouth found echoing others' cunts, the room dissolved.
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Everything was heat and wetness and moaning against skin. Her thighs around your ears. Your tongue dragged over her glossy folds slowly, then faster, as she trembled. The way her mouth was relentless, licking you open like she was starving. The rhythm of it — the building pressure — like a slow, shared fire rising up in both of you.
You gripped her hip hard as you spat into her and sucked her clit in with your lips, fingers sinking into her as you whined against her. She growled into your skin in return. She dove her tongue as deep as she could, and then twisted it in ways that made you jerk up against her face. Your clit bumped into her nose and it sent a deep shock straight into your belly. Her thighs tightened, hips rocked into your mouth as she ground into you.
You came together — or close enough. It was messy and gasping and hot, both of you shaking and whimpering, bodies tangled, thighs slick, too high to tell whose moan belonged to who. She pulled you up, so she had you resting on her chest.
After, you stayed like that — half-laughing, half-breathless, curled up on the blanket with limbs tangled and skin flushed.
Ellie’s voice was hoarse. “You good, baby?.”
You groaned into her shoulder. “Never been better. You loved it.”
“…Yeah,” she admitted. “I really did.”
You grinned. “Told you the couch wanted to fuck me.”
Ellie snorted into your hair and pulled you closer. “Shut up.”
Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~ 1,8k
Modern College AU
Explicit sexual content (18+), NSFW MDNI!
Warnings: mutual oral sex, 69 position, weed use, shotgunning, intoxicated sex (enthusiastic and consensual, but characters are high), fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink vibes, soft dom/sub energy, light teasing, bratty behavior, sweaty summer vibes, lazy horny energy
A/N: soooo, after a shorter break, i'm back! i'm so sorry for having y'all wait, but med school is no joke, and is kicking my ass a bit. anyway, i got a request for a 69 Ellie smut and was like, why not? so here it is. hope you like it. also, i never proofread, deal with it. so if you find any mistakes, just ignore them, or if they really bug you, let me know <3
The air in the apartment was already thick with heat, clinging to the skin like a second layer. A low sunset bled through the blinds, casting horizontal shadows over the messy couch and cluttered coffee table. Outside, the cicadas screamed in the summer dusk. Inside, the room hummed with something else entirely.
You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Ellie, a joint balanced between your fingers. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, pink at the edges, and glittering a little in the dim light. Her body slouched back on the couch, legs spread lazily, one arm slung over the backrest. She looked like sin. All casual in that "who ate all the pussy?" T-shirt you got her, her tattoo curling around her veined forearm, her thumb lazily stroking your knee. The whole apartment smelled like weed and her sandalwood soap.
“You’re really fucking good at rolling,” you said, slow and syrupy. Your lips tingled from the last pull. “Like, dangerously good. Criminally good.”
Ellie laughed, husky and slow, her mouth pulling into a smug little smirk. “Well, y’know. Practice.”
“You sell weed, Ellie. You live in practice.”
She winked at you, took the joint from your hand, and inhaled. The red tip glowed bright in the dusky room, and her cheeks hollowed a little as she drew. When she pulled it away, she held the smoke in her mouth, tilting her chin at you.
You blinked. “Wait...”
She leaned forward, gripping your jaw, fingers cool against your flushed skin. Your lips parted, barely a breath escaping before she sealed her mouth over yours and exhaled the warm vapour into your mouth.
The smoke burned hot between you, swirling into your lungs and up into your skull, until the room melted around the edges and all you could feel was her. The scrape of her calloused fingers under your jaw. The slow brush of her tongue. The deep sound of her groan when you whimpered into her mouth.
You were already so high. The kind of high where you felt loose in your limbs, your head floating just above your body, everything heavy and slow and warm. And now she was kissing you, and you were definitely gonna die.
Ellie pulled back, licking her lips, looking at you like she knew. Her pupils were huge, dark and endless. You swore you could fall into them.
“I’m so fucking horny,” you blurted and slumped on her couch.
Ellie blinked, and then cracked up, low and loud, a real laugh that made her nose scrunch. “Jesus. Not even gonna try to be subtle about it, huh?”
You flopped onto your back with a dramatic sigh, hand over your face. “I can’t. Everything is hot. You’re hot. My knees are hot. I think even your couch is trying to fuck me.”
Ellie leaned over you, grinning like a wolf. Her hair was tucked behind one ear, loose strands falling into her freckled face. “Babe. You’re baked.”
“Exactly. Baked. Like your edibles. Like the ones you don’t share with anyone but me.”
Her brow quirked. “You tryna flirt or guilt-trip me right now?”
You shrugged. “Both?”
Ellie pressed one hand to the cushion beside your head and hovered over you, just enough to make your breath catch. Her other hand trailed over your side, sneaking under the hem of your tank top, dragging lightly up your bare waist.
Her touch was feather-light, teasing, calloused fingers dancing over your ribs until you squirmed. “You always get like this when you’re high.”
“I like you,” you said. “A lot. Even more when I’m floating.”
“I know,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your neck. “You’re such a needy little thing when you’re stoned.”
You were already gasping, toes curling. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. “It’s fucking cute.”
Her hand slipped lower, grazing your thigh, then curling under to squeeze the soft underside. You whined, arching into her, lips searching for hers.
She kissed you like she had all the time in the world. Slow and deep, like she wanted to taste how high you were. Your hips rolled up against her on instinct, and her body sank heavier into yours.
You tugged at her shirt, breathless. “Take this off.”
She obeyed, peeling it off over her head and flinging it somewhere behind her. Her torso was all lean muscle and tattoos, the defined dip of her waist leading your eyes downward. You bit your lip.
Ellie smirked. “Staring?”
“You’re art,” you said. “Like… illegal levels of art. Like ‘you should model for oil paintings in the 1600s’ kinda art.”
She snorted. “You’re so fucking gone.”
“I want you,” you whispered. “So bad, El.”
And maybe that broke something in her restraint.
She kissed you again, but this time it was messy. Desperate. Tongue and teeth and breathy moans tangled in your throat. Her fingers were quick, tugging your shorts down and sliding her hand over your panties in between your legs.
“Fuck, babe. You’re soaked,” she said as she rubbed her index finger into the fabric of your drenched knickers, tickling your clit in the process.
You whimpered. “You did just make out with me while shotgunning weed into my lungs, Ellie. What did you expect?”
Her eyes sparkled as her fingers pulled the pink lace to the side and dug into your slick folds, slow and teasing. “I love when you get mouthy.”
“You love everything I do.”
Ellie grinned, cocky as ever. “That’s true.”
Her fingers pushed in deep, curling in just the right way, dragging a broken sound from your chest. Your hands gripped her shoulders, nails digging into skin as your hips rocked into her touch.
You couldn’t stop moaning. The weed made everything feel more intense, your nerves hyperaware of every inch she touched. Her mouth moved to your chest, sucking bruises into your skin as her fingers kept working you open.
You were rambling now, words tumbling out between gasps. “Fuck—I love your hands. Love your mouth. Love you. You feel so fucking good, Ellie, I’m gonna—”
“Yeah? You gonna come already?”
You nodded frantically, your back arching. “Please.”
Ellie ducked her head, her breath hot against your ear. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
And that was it.
You came with a high, shattered cry, clinging to her like she was your last tether to earth. The waves crashed through you, dragging your brain under, making your limbs shake. Ellie held you through it, slowing her fingers, kissing the tears off your cheeks.
When you finally came down, boneless and glowing, she smirked down at you.
“You’re such a mess when you’re high.”
You took the joint, still breathless, and grinned. It burned down between your fingers, nearly finished, the smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling like the ghost of everything you’d just felt. You were flushed and half-naked, sticky with sweat and still trembling.
She was watching you — sprawled beside you on the couch, her hair damp at the edges, chest rising and falling slowly. Her lips glossy from kissing you breathless.
Your gaze dropped to her stomach, to the faint line of muscle down the center, the flush to her freckled skin, the waistband of her boxers sitting low on her hips. You bit your lip. Still high and aching.
Ellie caught the look. “Don’t say it.”
You smirked. “Say what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking…” you trailed your fingers down her torso, slowly, teasingly. “That I want your mouth on me again.”
Her eyes darkened, lashes fluttering. “You just came.”
“And I want to return the favor,” you purred, crawling over her, straddling her waist. “Unless you’re too high to handle it.”
Ellie scoffed, but her hands settled firmly on your hips, grounding herself. “I can handle anything, babe.”
You leaned down, lips brushing hers. “Then prove it.”
She kissed you hard, sitting up just enough to flip you beneath her — the room spun deliciously as you gasped, landing on your back again with her above you, grinning like she’d just won something.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she muttered against your neck, already kissing lower, lower, dragging your underwear down as she went. “You want my mouth? You’re getting it.”
You barely had time to breathe before she shifted, moving down your body, but then her hand caught yours and tugged — pulling you with her, guiding you in a slow, twisting motion until you were both on your sides, facing opposite directions.
It hit you what she meant.
Your breath hitched. “Are you serious?”
She looked over her shoulder at you, her grin wicked. “Unless you’re too high to multitask.”
You laughed, breathless, and ducked your head down between her thighs.
It was messy. Uncoordinated at first. But when your mouth found echoing others' cunts, the room dissolved.
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Everything was heat and wetness and moaning against skin. Her thighs around your ears. Your tongue dragged over her glossy folds slowly, then faster, as she trembled. The way her mouth was relentless, licking you open like she was starving. The rhythm of it — the building pressure — like a slow, shared fire rising up in both of you.
You gripped her hip hard as you spat into her and sucked her clit in with your lips, fingers sinking into her as you whined against her. She growled into your skin in return. She dove her tongue as deep as she could, and then twisted it in ways that made you jerk up against her face. Your clit bumped into her nose and it sent a deep shock straight into your belly. Her thighs tightened, hips rocked into your mouth as she ground into you.
You came together — or close enough. It was messy and gasping and hot, both of you shaking and whimpering, bodies tangled, thighs slick, too high to tell whose moan belonged to who. She pulled you up, so she had you resting on her chest.
After, you stayed like that — half-laughing, half-breathless, curled up on the blanket with limbs tangled and skin flushed.
Ellie’s voice was hoarse. “You good, baby?.”
You groaned into her shoulder. “Never been better. You loved it.”
“…Yeah,” she admitted. “I really did.”
You grinned. “Told you the couch wanted to fuck me.”
Ellie snorted into your hair and pulled you closer. “Shut up.”
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⊹₊⟡summary: powder has always been ekko’s best friend. but when you come along and ‘replace’ her, she despises you immediately—until you come up to her one day in class at Piltover’s Academy and surprise her. before she knows it, she’s trying her best to steal you away from ekko.
⊹₊⟡⋆warnings: nsfw content, minors and men dni, mature content, friends to lovers, jealous!powder, scholar!powder x scholar!reader, piltover academy, flirty tutoring, tension, oblivious reader, mature words, ekko and powder competing against each other.
wc: 4.5k
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“I think I like her.”
It all started when Ekko whispered out those simple words to Powder.
They were seated at a table in Vander’s bar, Powder’s textbooks scattered everywhere since he interrupted her studying. His eyes were nervously darting across her face as she stayed silent for a few seconds, a puzzled expression on her face.
Noticing his anxious self, she pretended to clear her throat, reverting to writing down her answer on a worksheet, “Good for you, I guess.” She mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Ekko only scoffed, hands waving around to catch her attention, which he did, but she only blankly stared.
“That’s it? No ‘oh let me help you win her over’ or ‘you guys would be a cute couple’?” His fingers formed into quotations, an offended look on his face as Powder shrugged. Her lips pursed as she sipped on her iced tea drink, “I said good for you. Go bother Mylo for a cheesy response.” She waved a hand in the air towards a Mylo chatting with Claggor in the other corner.
Ekko frowned, hand coming down to rest on her paper sheet, “Is it the academy stressing you out?” He glanced at the humongous equation she was doing, eyes widening as she pulled the sheet back, shaking her head, “I’m getting the hang of it.” He got the hint to let her study, getting up from his seat, calling out for her brothers as he left.
To be fair, she didn’t mean to act so…rude. He was her best-friend, but she wasn’t his only best-friend. Once Ekko and her joined the Piltover Academy, he met you in one of his separate classes, immediately befriending you. Powder was cautious, not trusting anyone at the academy like he did, so she never bothered speaking to you. Like ever.
Everyone in her family did, all saying great things about you. Though, nothing stuck out for Powder, only the fact that you were insanely gorgeous. At first, she thought she was jealous of the way you always fit in everywhere you go and Ekko’s sudden friendship. But as a year passed after Ekko had met you, she accidentally found herself in a situation where she had to socialize with you.
Flashback:
Feeling a presence looming over her, Powder snapped her eyes up, slightly widening when they land on you. There you stood, a hopeful expression across your face as you balanced on your left foot. Powder raised a brow, judging your creepy way of sneaking up to people. She was currently in a class she frustratingly shared with you, seated near a window and focusing on fixing her gadget until you had come up to her.
“Hey!” You waved, awkwardly lowering your hand when Powder only shot you a perplexed glance before returning to her gadget. Clearing your throat, you patted her shoulder covered by the academy’s uniform, “You’re Ekko’s friend, right?” You tried again, hoping she’d respond without glaring.
Powder paused, slowly trailing her gaze from your hand till your face, hesitance glinting in her eyes, “We’ve been friends since we were kids. So, no, I’m his best friend.” She hissed, rolling her eyes at your whole existence and refocusing on constructing the system of the gadget.
Bewildered by her attitude, you nodded, fidgeting with your skirt, “Well, uhm— I was wondering if we could work on the project together? I’m having trouble doing it on my own.”
Powder tensed, glaring up at you, “Why would you work with me?” She narrowed her gaze when you tried to find your words. Taking a deep breath, you smiled, “I’ve heard great things about you,” Powder’s brows knit, about to look away but your palm on her shoulder prompted her otherwise.
“…I also want to get to know you.” You hummed out, anticipating that she’d accept and maybe you could finally have a new friend. Powder’s expression twisted, reluctance evident as she eyed you up and down. You thought maybe she’d also want a new friend, you never saw her with anyone except that little girl in preschool and her own siblings.
“Fine.” She replied, immediately turning her attention to her object. You squealed, hands coming up to your chest in fists, “Great! I’m seeing Ekko at The Last Drop after school, so I’ll probably find you there.” Powder‘s eye twitched at the mention of her close friend, shrugging her shoulders as a response.
Powder indeed saw you at the bar in the afternoon. After she had finished her shower, her hair still dripping with water with a towel still draped behind her neck, she saw you sat beside Ekko’s side on a couch, a magazine in your arms. Squinting her eyes at your silhouette, she let out a scoff as she sat on a stool, resting her chin on her hand.
Watching Vander clean up some glasses, she sighed, capturing his attention, “Anything wrong, Powder?” He asked, leaning his arms on the counter, flickering his gaze at his sons with Ekko at a corner.
Even Powder didn’t know how to respond. She was so fed up with your constant appearance at the bar with Ekko. He never even visited the place for Powder— only here when you are. She seriously started questioning her friendship with him. Irritated by his behavior, she sent you a glare you didn’t notice, whispering to Vander, “I’m still trying to figure it out too.”
An answer in which he responded with a frown, not understanding what she meant.
Taking a few steps to approach them all, Powder cleared her throat to catch everyone’s attention. You finally looked up from your magazine, a smile etching on your face. Powder glanced at you, nodding her head at another spot, “Let’s start.”
Ignoring Ekko’s questions, Powder grabbed your arm and dragged you upstairs, opening the door to her bedroom. Entering, you took in all the graffiti on the walls and mess of robotic parts on her desk, eye widening at the beautiful view out of her room. As your finger touched the window, her voice surprised you.
“I already started but we can finish it together.” She said, taking a seat and gesturing to the chair beside her, “I don’t have all day.” You nodded, sitting down next to her, your bare knee nudging hers in the process. She didn’t look like she minded. Her attention was on the paper work on the desk.
For the next hours, you both focused in finishing the project due for next week, you occasionally asking her questions about the work. Vander had knocked on the door at some point, proposing a break for dinner but Powder butted in before you could answer a yes, declining the offer to your dismay. Staring at the door that just closed, your lips turned downwards, already feeling the urge to go eat his delicious food. Powder glanced at you, staring at you with a dumbfounded expression, “You can eat later.”
Sadly nodding, you picked up your pen, continuing the frustrating work. You were annoyed with Heimerdinger’s extra assignments. It felt like hours had passed when you felt your eyes beginning to droop. You had your leg folded under you as you sat, even Powder got weirded out by your so-called comfortable position.
Compared to you, she was completely immersed in writing down a hypothesis, her tongue slightly poking out as she wrote down passionately. Darting your gaze upwards, you didn’t realize how intensive your stare was until she caught you.
“What?” She hissed, the hair that touched her shoulders moving along with the motion. Stunned by her rather harsh tone, you nervously tucked a hair strand behind your ear, “I didn’t mean to stare. Sorry.”
Powder didn’t stop there.
“I don’t understand why you chose to work with me?”
The question left you bewildered, brows furrowing, “Isn’t it obvious?”
Powder shook her head, eyes concentrated on her work, but engaged in the conversation. You lean in closer, palm holding your head upright, “Because the rest of the class is full of nerds with no personality.”
She halted her tinkering, face scrunched up, “But I’m a nerd.” She resumed to poke her fingers in the gadget’s spaces.
You nod, leaning your face closer, “Mhm, but at least you’re a cute one.”
Powder stiffened, eyes widening at the words you had just uttered. However, she didn’t say anything and went back to her work.
That isn’t the last time she has these interactions with you.
After handing in the assignment you both worked on, she started noticing the way you started lingering around her more. For instance, when Powder and her brothers were buying food from the cafeteria once, you popped out of nowhere— recommending an açaí bowl she should try.
To her annoyance, Powder actually liked it. She didn’t show it though. Because the more you appeared, Ekko would always follow you around, leaving Powder alone. It drove her mad easily.
She was his friend first— not you!
Another time, it had been awhile since Powder had hung out with Ekko alone, so she invited him for a movie night in the living room under the bar. She was pissed when he brought you along without her permission. The whole night, she was sitting on the end of the couch, shooting daggers at him seated on the other end with you. The nerve you had!
But, she couldn’t bring herself to hate you. During academy hours, if Powder were to be walking in the halls, you’d pop out of nowhere and instantly greet her. You’d start talking about topics that—to her annoyance— were actuallyinteresting.
However, Powder slowly realized how excessive these situations would occur.
One day, she was adjusting the straps of her shoulder bag in the hallway of the academy robotics wing— grumbling about how she’d kill Mylo for suggesting she’d follow the trends— until arms wrapped around her from the back.
She panicked, but upon spotting the familiar jewelry pieces on your right arm, she grumbled in frustration.
“Hah—! I finally scared you.” You giggled, poking her cheek playfully. Powder huffed, rubbing her own arm once you let go and faced her. A grin plastered itself on your lips, “So…..You have a free period?”
Powder should’ve know you had something up your sleeve. But in the moment, she nodded, “Yeah— why?” She instantly asked, eyes narrowing at your smile.
“Well….you know how we have this test coming up for robotics?”
She reluctantly nodded.
“I was wondering if you could explain a part of the unit.” You blurted out, nervously casting your gaze elsewhere under her scrutinizing one.
To your surprise, she had mumbled a soft
“Sure.”
That’s how Powder found herself sitting beside you in the library. You picked a secluded table, sun rays leaking through the windows. With textbooks, two lattes and colored pens scattered on the table, you had a leg underneath you as you sat.
Resting your chin on your palm, you frowned once Powder wrote down an equation you weren’t familiar with. She seemed in a trance, her love for robotics evident. Darting your eyes elsewhere incase she caught you this time, you pressed a finger to what she wrote, “I don’t remember this one.”
Powder paused, glancing up from the notebook, “Professor Heimerdinger explained it like…three weeks ago?”
“Oh.” You felt like slapping yourself for not paying attention. The way the blue-haired girl was staring made you shrink.
She scoffed, pushing the notebook over to your side, “It’s essential for these exercices.” Powder watched you memorize the equation, peering at your glossed lips moving— she caught herself, looking away.
They just looked very fresh. Yeah. That’s what Powder told herself. She never wore makeup, except for her her black eyeliner and eyeshadow. Nibbling on her less hydrated lips, she inspected the library they sat in.
Weird how secluded this spot was— did you do it on purpose? Powder crossed her arms, scanning her surroundings.
“I don’t get it!” You huffed, scrunching your face in annoyance, “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Make it make sense.” Powder interjected, taking the notebook back and scribbling a few other equations on it. You rolled your eyes, wishing you had her ability of knowledge.
It really wasn’t simple— how on earth was she able to do it?
You felt yourself getting pissed as she continued giving you exercices to practice on. What was supposed to be a chill, study session with a sprinkle of gossip turned into an actual tutoring session with the most brutally honest girl on campus.
You never intended to make this an actual study session anyway! It was all a plan to hangout with the grumpy blue-haired girl.
With everyone else, she was bubbly and kind—but with you— she’d give you the bare minimum. What was her deal?
Ekko always wanted you both to become friends, frequently pushing you to come up to her during her free hours. You weren’t the type to shy away, but the glare Powder had shot you the first time made your confidence diminish.
“Do these exercices.” Powder’s voice cut through your daze. Glancing at her pink nail polish, you felt the exercices blur out in the background. You instantly grabbed her hand, raising to your face to inspect her fingers, “Your nail beds are to die for, Pow-Pow.”
Powder’s eye twitched at the nickname. Not a bad twitch— but not a good twitch either. She scrunched her nose at the sight of you just observing her nails, trying to pull her hand away.
You caught her hand firmly in your grip, sending her a blank stare before casting it towards her middle and ring finger,
“Damn.”
Powder frowned, “What?”
“Nothing.”
She huffed, “Spit it out.”
Trying your best to shrug nonchalantly, you placed her hand back down, “Your fingers are pretty, that’s all.”
Powder stared at you, bewildered.
What on earth..?
And so, the next few weeks are filled with you always touching her in precise timing, letting your fingers linger in the perfect places that affected her most.
Powder always tried to push away any second thoughts behind your clinginess. She only assumed it was your love language. However, she soon noticed how you never cuddled up with Ekko or even clung to him like you did her.
Only hugs.
That’s the only thing anyone else got from you.
Today, Powder and her brothers stood outside the Academy, waiting for Ekko to finish class so that they could all visit the Arcade.
Powder’s bag hung from her shoulder, her eyes inspecting the little spots of nail polish she missed to apply last night.
“The new game is called League of Legends or something.” She heard Mylo rambling to Claggor. He was definitely excited. It’s been awhile since they’ve all visited the Arcade.
Smiling to herself, Powder glanced away from her nails, and turned to the gates.
Ekko finally arrived.
Her gaze darted to the left.
He brought you.
Huh?
“Guys! Do you mind if she came with us?” Ekko called out, his arm draped around your shoulder.
Powder’s smile faded at the sight of you with Ekko.
“The more the merrier!” Claggor answered.
Powder crossed her arms, rolling her eyes when they approached, “It’s usually our tradition. As family.”
“Oh.” Now your own smile faltered, hurt evident in your expression.
Powder felt guilt gnawing at her chest, telling her to just do the right thing.
“But I’m sure it’s fine if you come along.” She added, rubbing the back of her neck.
As if she had pressed a button, you instantly squealed, pushing Ekko’s arm off your shoulder and your perfume instantly hitting Powder’s nostrils with its addictive scent.
Arms wrapped around her neck, engulfing her in a warm hug. At that moment, Powder felt the little flutter of butterflies starting their flight in her stomach.
She hadn’t felt those butterflies in a long time.
Why now?
Flashback end
Watching Ekko sit beside her brothers after just admitting his true feelings about you to her, Powder felt a sudden twitch in her eye at the thought of you and him.
“She would never go for someone like you, Ekko.” That’s what she wanted to say to him. Of course, she didn’t.
He was her best friend after all.
Biting her berry tinted lips, Powder shook those hateful thoughts away and went back to studying.
Minutes had passed and the sound of the front door of the bar opening attracted everyone’s attention.
Powder’s head snapped up when Ekko called out your name.
“You’re early!” Ekko chuckled, showing a bit of a nervous stance in front of you.
Why’s he such a loser now? Powder thought, attentively watching you hugging him as usual, oblivious to his feelings.
Jealousy gnawed at Powder’s chest.
As if you hadn’t seen her, you sat down at the couches with Ekko, giggling at some dumb joke he uttered.
“I bought a new multiplayer game.” Powder heard him say, not bothering to hide the roll of her eyes.
“Well,“ She watched you get a controller, “Let’s play.”
Claggor and Mylo tagged along, none of them inviting Powder to the game.
Well, she assumed it was because she made it extremely clear how busy she was with work.
This sucks.
Powder got up, making her way over to the bar to make a drink for herself. That iced tea was just melted ice at this point.
The sound of glasses and bottles made you turn around mid game. Powder hadn’t noticed your staring, her back facing you and too concentrated on pouring a drink.
Smiling, you whispered a small excuse to the group before making your way over to her. Slipping into the bar, you slyly brought your arms up her waist.
Powder instantly flinched, turning her head but relaxed at the sight of you behind her. Arms wrapped around her waist, your face snuggled into her neck, “I missed you.” Your lazy voice made her cheeks turn crimson.
She tried to play it off, shrugging, continuing to pour her drink with you still attached to her, “You didn’t greet me when you came in.” Powder remarked, offended by your actions.
You raised a brow, lips curving downwards at her sudden words, “I…I just didn’t see you.”
Powder scoffed, “But you saw Ekko, right?” She felt your eyes widen from the corner of her eye.
You paused, completely baffled by her behavior. Pulling away from her, already missing her warmth, you remembered to keep your voice low, “I didn’t mean to. You know I wouldn’t.”
Powder didn’t bother turning to face you and walked away from the bar, grabbing her textbooks to go up.
You stared at her figure as it disappeared upstairs. What was going on with her?
Frowning, you walked back to the group. Ekko was the first to notice your slightly sad mood.
“What’s wrong?”
“Powder.” You mumbled, crossing your arms.
Ekko glanced at a table in the back, realization dawning on him. Slowly flickering his gaze back to you, he rubbed your shoulder, “You know how she is. She’s moody and…”
You glanced at him, beckoning him to continue.
He shrugged, “Powder doesn’t like it when you’re with me.”
“What?”
Ekko nervously smiled, “I think since we stopped hanging out when I met you.”
You felt the rip in your heart. The sound of a shattering glass.
“That doesn’t make sense.” You muttered, trying to think of when she acted—
Ekko cut your realization, “She’s overprotective. It’s pretty obvious.”
“Oh.”
His palm landing on your thigh prompted you to look back up, confusion etched on your face, “Don’t worry, she’s not jealous or anything.”
Your brows knitted suspiciously, puzzled on what he meant, “Okay…?”
After a few minutes had passed of playing with them, you grew bored. You still felt that prickle on your skin telling you to go up.
You get up, “I’ll be up. Comin’ in a bit.”
Ignoring Ekko’s questions, you arrived on the second floor. Making your way to Powder’s room, you barely let your knock echo before barging in.
Powder froze. Her face only showing shock at the force of your grip on the knob.
She got up from her chair, her textbooks in front of her on the table, “You can’t just barge in.” She gritted out.
You closed the door behind you, not waiting any longer before closing the space between you two.
Hugging her closely, you mumbled into her hair, “Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry.” Letting your fingers run through her short, blue hair, you felt Powder relax into your hold.
“I’m not mad at you.” She finally said.
“Then what is it?”
“I’m mad at Ekko.” She whispered, pulling away but keeping her arms on you.
You frowned, “Why?”
Powder stared at you, silence filling the room before she uttered, “He’s an idiot.”
“W—”
In a split second, Powder’s hands grabbed your face before slamming her lips onto yours.
Your eyes widen, hands subconsciously coming up to touch her forearms. Powder moaned into the kiss, forcing your face closer, as if she couldn’t be close enough.
Instantly, Powder pulled away, a gasp escaping her lips when she bumped into the table behind her.
“I..I…” She was at loss of words.
Still staring at her, lips parted in surprise, you stood there, immobilized.
“I didn’t mean to.” Powder whispered, gripping her hair and turning her back to you. Noticing how hard her grasp was, you stepped closer, letting your hands rest on hers.
“It’s fine.” You reassured, rubbing her arms, “I…erm..”
An awkward silence enveloped the room when you couldn’t find your words.
Suddenly, Powder turned to face you. She had a sullen look on her face, “I didn’t mean to.”
“You already said that.” You whispered, slowly smiling up at her.
“I didn’t mean to.” She repeated, not fully focusing on you.
“Powder.” You cupped her cheek, forcing her gaze to land on you. Out of nowhere, your lips pressed against hers, noses brushing.
Pulling away, you stepped back, carefully watching the blue-haired girl. Powder is staring right at you, eyes revealing the shock she felt.
Raising a brow, you pressed your lips together but a warm hand found itself cupping your cheek. In a flash, the soft hand transformed into a harsh yank into her.
Gasping, your lips parted as you roughly collided into her chest, but her lips shut you up.
Moaning into the kiss, your hand comes up to grip Powder’s hair, pulling her closer. Powder whined, holding you by the waist with a hand, the other on your jaw.
The kiss was everything but gentle. Powder bit your lip, forcing you to part your lips and let her tongue peek through. Your tongues fought for control over the kiss, prompting your bodies to move too.
Moving your head to the right, you pulled away before slamming your lips onto hers, gripping her forearms. Powder started taking steps forward, making you step back until the edge of her bed made you stumble backwards.
Landing on her soft mattress, you gasped, watching Powder not waste any time in crawling over you. Her lips were on yours immediately, “Don’t tell Ekko.” She whispered in the midst of sticking her tongue in.
“Why would I?” You muttered, puzzled, but the exchange of words is forgotten when Powder forced your head to rest on the bed.
She kissed down your neck, sucking on certain areas. You were sure marks were being made.
Holding the back of Powder’s head as she ravished in your neck, you let out a shaky breath at the feeling of her tongue caressing your skin. She was leaving saliva as she moved lower. Reaching your chest, Powder paused, looking up at you.
“Yes.” You breathed out, sitting up to take off your shirt. Powder pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, lips then leaning into your ear, “Never mind, you can tell Ekko.” She bit at your earlobe, her chuckle making you melt from how warm your cheeks were.
She unclipped your bra from behind, leaving a kiss on your shoulder before pushing you back down on the mattress.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” She mumbled, fingers brushing over your nipple. You hissed, instantly feeling them harden at the contact. Powder smiled at your reaction, “Sensitive..?”
You scoffed, grabbing her wrist, “Don’t you dare tease.” Powder shook off your grip, taking your own wrist and raising your hand up to her hair.
“Pull my hair.” She whispered, leaning her head lower over your chest. You hesitantly touched her hair, running your hands through her strands.
Instantly, your loose grip turned into a clench at her roots when her tongue poked out to lick your nipple. You winced, pulling at her hair when she wrapped her lips around the swollen bud.
A particular suck made your eyes roll back, a loud breathy whine escaping your lips. Your eyes widen, hand coming up to cover your mouth.
That was way too loud.
Powder chuckled at your embarrassment, still sucking, her lips leaving a berry-tinted color around your nipples. With a satisfying pop, saliva connecting her lips to your breast, she moved to the other.
Doing the exact same to the other, you moaned, wrapping your legs around her hips, clenching hard. She pulled away. A grin plastered on her wet lips.
Her hands find your covered legs, still tightly wrapped around her waist, “Let go.” You release the grip. She instantly started unbuckling her pants.
Intensively watching her shed her underwear, your breath hitched at the sight of her hands beginning to unbuckle your jeans.
“I bet Ekko never got the chance to do this.” She smugly added, sliding your undergarments along with your pants. You rolled your eyes, lifting your hips.
She crawled over you, positioning her bottom half with yours. The blue-haired girl met your gaze, asking for last confirmations. You wickedly smiled, “Do it or I’ll walk out and ask Ekko to finish the job.”
That seemed to tick her off, triggering something in her. Because the next thing she does is lift one of yours legs over her shoulder, spreading you open. She left you no time to process before she pressed herself against you, emitting a whine from her lips.
She moved, grinding until both your slicks mixed together. A breathy moan left your lips, prompting Powder to smirk, “So loud f’me. Let it all out.”
Just the look of Ekko’s dreadful expression the next time they see each other would fill her ego.
Powder beat him to it.
A certain jerk of her hips made you whine, the color white starting to cloud your vision. Looking down, your eyes rolled back at the sight of your clit rubbing against hers.
She was so perfect. So fucking perfect.
****
Let’s just say, once you both exited her room, you wearing her pyjamas with a slight limp in your footing, everyone in the goddamn building knew exactly what happened.
Powder felt superior when Ekko had casted a glance at the way you were walking around the pub, her hand holding your hip when you stumbled against the stool. His smiled slipped off, eyes fixating on the way you leaned into her arms.
Just then, he noticed the obvious hickeys on your neck. His heart stopped, his eyes darting to the blue-haired girl.
A smug grin was the only thing Powder gave him, before pecking your lips, letting the lewd sound of kissing echo in the pub.
She won, and he knew it.
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It’s been a while since I’ve posted 😭🙂 this has been in the making since January…. I can’t believe I accidentally deleted the request :(((
⤷ warnings. ab riding, slight degradation and praise kink
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you lean against the doorway, unable to tear your eyes away as manon drops into another sit-up. every time she lifts herself, her abs flex and shine under the soft light of the room, and you swear your mouth waters without your permission. the curve of her obliques catches the light just right, sharp and defined, like ridges carved into stone. the subtle dip in the center of her stomach pulses with each movement, a perfect line of tension that makes your chest tighten. the way her muscles roll beneath her skin, controlled and precise, is hypnotic, and you can feel your own body responding before your brain can catch up.
her breath comes in steady bursts, the faint sound of it mixing with the rhythmic thud of her back hitting the mat. you notice the little details, the slight sheen of sweat tracing along the ridges of her abs, the way her waist beads stay perfect, the tiny twitch of her core as she holds the position. your fingers itch to reach out, just to feel the tautness under her skin, but you stay frozen, heart hammering.
even the subtle sway of her hips as she adjusts herself between reps is enough to make your pulse spike. your vision narrows to the small, perfect movements of her body, the contrast between soft skin and rock-solid muscle. you’re caught, completely, helplessly, by the sheer control and raw power she carries in such a delicate frame sends a shiver down your spine.
“i can feel you staring mama” she smirks without even looking at you, just the corner of her eye catching yours. the teasing is deliberate, slow, like she knows exactly how it feels to have someone caught under her gaze. a spark crawls over your skin, a rush of heat that makes your fingers curl against your sides.
you mumble something incoherent, heart thudding like a drum, cheeks flushing bright. she tilts her head slightly, lips twitching in amusement, and lets out a low, playful laugh. “you’re not very good at hiding it babe” she murmurs, her voice smooth, teasing, a soft trap you didn’t even see coming. she stretches one arm above her head, deliberately arching her torso, and you catch every flex of her abs, every ripple of muscle, and your breath hitches.
“hmm” she says, lowering herself back down with a slow, controlled motion that somehow feels like a challenge. “what are you thinking about y/n?” she arches an eyebrow, that half-smile that always makes your stomach twist, and you can barely answer, fumbling over your words. your name falling perfectly from her lips.
her gaze lingers on you now, sharp and teasing, and she wiggles slightly, her core flexing subtly. “don’t deny it, i think we both know what you’re thinking” she whispers, almost mockingly, she laughs softly at your flustered expression, reaching over to grab a water bottle, tilting it just enough to let you catch a hint of her toned arms and the taut line of her waist.
finally, she pushes herself up, stretching luxuriously, arms reaching high above her head, every movement deliberate, teasing. “so quiet? this is new,” she says with a playful sigh, letting her eyes flick to you one last time. “i’m going to go shower, you’re welcome to join” she picks up her water bottle, kissing your lips softly before grabbing her towel from the side and heading to the bathroom.
the heat pools between your thighs at the way she looked. sure, you’ve seen her abs hundreds of times, but the way her abs were so defined
minutes crawl by, and the anticipation gnaws at you. when she emerges, the towel hangs dangerously low around her hips, a simple sports bra clinging to her chest. your pulse picks up, every nerve ending alive. she catches your gaze and grins, clearly aware of the effect she’s having. she saunters closer, letting the towel shift teasingly as she leans against the dresser, watching you squirm.
the air feels heavy as she leans there, one hip cocked against the dresser, eyes dragging slowly over you like she’s savoring every flicker of your reaction. the towel dips a little lower, and you have to force yourself not to follow its every shift too obviously.
“still staring?” she teases, her voice low and smug, that little curve of her mouth enough to make your stomach flip. “you’re not even trying to hide it ma,”
your throat works, but words don’t come. she seems to relish it, pushing off the dresser with an easy grace, closing the distance between you in deliberate, unhurried steps. when she stops in front of you, so close you can feel the faint heat of her skin, she tilts her head, studying you like you’re her favorite puzzle.
her fingers brush lightly along your jaw, feather-soft, before dragging down your chest in a lazy path that sends shivers chasing her touch. “poor girl i bet you’re all a mess hm?” she murmurs, almost to herself, though her smirk deepens when she feels you tense under her fingertips.
she leans in, lips barely grazing yours at first, more a suggestion than a kiss, a promise waiting to be claimed. the smell of her skin, warm and clean from the shower, makes your head spin. when you try to lean forward, to close the space, she pulls back just enough to make you chase her, a spark of amusement in her eyes.
her lips ghost yours for a heartbeat longer before she smirks and pulls back, eyes dark with mischief. without another word, she turns and slips onto the bed, the towel shifting dangerously low as she settles. she leans back, hands behind her head, palms pressed by her head.
the movement arches her torso just enough that her abs stand out in sharp definition, ridges catching the soft light. the curve of her stomach rises and falls with each slow breath, every line of muscle deliberate, on display. she tilts her chin up, watching your reaction with a lazy, knowing smile.
“well?” she prompts softly, her voice low and smooth, like velvet over steel. “y’gonna just stand there baby?”
the invitation coils around your ribs, tugging you forward before you even realize you’re moving. you climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and before you can second-guess yourself, you’re straddling her lap. her smirk widens, hands still braced behind her head as though she has no intention of helping you, like she wants to see exactly what you’ll do with the control she’s pretending to give you.
her abs flex subtly under the shift of your weight, and the contact makes your breath stutter. the closeness, the heat of her body beneath yours, is overwhelming. you can feel every slight twitch of her muscles through the thin barrier of the towel and your clothes, and it makes your skin prickle with awareness.
she arches an eyebrow, her gaze dragging down your face and then back up again, deliberate and slow. “better,” she murmurs, lips quirking. “but look at you, you look like you’re going to fall apart just looking at me”
her words are teasing, but her eyes are steady, sharp, pulling you deeper into the moment. with her body stretched out beneath you, defined lines of muscle on full display, it feels less like you’re in control and more like you’ve walked straight into her trap.
you are quick to throw off your shirt, and underwear leaving yourself bare underneath her. manon gaze has not left you, though her hands stayed still behind her head. you lower yourself against her abs, and being to rock your self. you whimper at the initial contact, the pressure feeling so good. you continue to rock yourself back and forth against her abs giving yourself enough friction to elict pleasure. your eyes meet manons, her eyes hooded but her gaze still on you. you moan at the sight of her.
“oh my god, oh my—manon—“ you whine. manon moves her hands from her head to your waist moving you even faster against her abs urging you to come on her abdomen. the pleasure increases and so does your moans.
your words break apart into ragged sounds as her grip tightens, guiding your body with effortless strength. every drag of motion sets fire through your nerves, the sharp press of her abs beneath you impossible to ignore. she watches you, steady and unrelenting, the smirk gone now, replaced by something darker, more focused.
“pathetic, getting off on my stomach hm?” she murmurs, her voice low, vibrating with satisfaction. “and already so close too, did you need me that bad baby?” her thumbs stroke circles into your hips, deceptively gentle against the urgency of the way she moves you.
your fingers clutch at her shoulders, at the sheets, at anything you can reach, but she doesn’t let up. she keeps you exactly where she wants you, steady and sure, every shift a calculated reminder of her control. the heat of her body seeps into you, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.
she leans forward just enough that her lips graze the edge of your jaw, her breath hot against your skin. “don’t hold back,” she whispers, almost a command, her tone carrying that dangerous sweetness that always leaves you helpless.
the sound that leaves your throat borders on a sob, raw and unsteady. manon only tightens her grip, pressing you down harder, her eyes locked on yours like she wants to memorize every flicker of your unraveling. your orgasm washes over you, and manon grips your waist for support.
your body trembles, a rush of heat washing over you, and manon’s hands hold you steady, gripping your waist like she’s claiming you in that quiet, intoxicating way she always does. her eyes gleam with that same teasing fire, watching every flicker of your breathless expression.
when the tremors fade, she smirks, voice low and smooth. “y’look perfect, but you know where else you’ll look perfect?”
you roll your eyes at her though the words make your pulse spike, heat pooling between your thighs again. the way she says it, deliberate, teasing, like she’s daring you, leaves no doubt what she means. you catch the shift of her body beneath you, the subtle flex of her abs, the gleam in her eyes that promises she’s far from done.
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You take a seat on the cold subway station bench to rest and wait for the next ride. You lean your head back against the stone wall. You’re at ease for a moment. Until the buzz of a notification on your phone makes your heart race. You knew what the message was even before looking at it. Reaching into your pockets, you pull out your phone. Your eyes read over the text quickly.
‘Your card has been declined due to insufficient funds’
A deep sigh escapes your mouth. You close your eyes while gripping your phone. An anxious bubble forms in your stomach.
How much longer will you stay in debt? It seems like no matter how much you work, you can never escape it. Rent… tax… food… everything has been sucking your wallet dry. Money has started to make you question your purpose in life. Is there a point in living if you’re working so hard yet still deep in debt?
You shove your phone back into your pockets in an attempt to ignore the message. You do not need the reminder right now. Your phone buzzes a few more times, but you ignore it. All you want is to go home and rest from a busy day.
From your peripheral vision, you see a figure getting closer to you. A person takes a seat next to you. You take a quick glance out of curiosity. It’s a man in a suit holding a briefcase. He looks harmless enough. You decide to ignore his presence and continue staring ahead.
“Do you want to play a game?”
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You feel a pressure dig into your lower hip. It felt like the tip of a cold metal. You try to turn your head to look, but the pressure deepens, making you wince. Another feeling touches your lower back, but this time it’s much softer.
“Keep moving faster,” A deep robotic voice orders you from behind. You quickly realize it’s the voice of the pink guards. The guard's hand leaves your lower back and jerks the tip of the gun into your body again. You force yourself to take a step forward. The guard follows closely behind as you walk at a quick pace. You feel nervous, wondering where the pink guard is taking you. Anything could happen in a place like this.
“Turn left,” The voice orders again. You obey and take a turn which leads you to a hallway with multiple red doors side by side.
“Go to door eleven,”
You quietly nod your head and make your way to the door. Nervously licking your lips as you reach for the door handle. You turn the knob and gently swing the doors open. You quickly notice a small bed, but before you can examine more you are suddenly shoved into the room. You catch yourself on the table and turn your body to face the guard. Your hand clenches the edge of the table. Chest moving up and down anxiously. You don’t dare to say anything or make a move. The guard stands still for a little while and you are unsure where they are looking.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Guard 011 assures. You furrow your eyebrows, still unsure and worried. The guard sighs and begins to remove their mask. They swiftly toss the mask to the side and you make eye contact. You immediately recognize her eyes.
“N-Noeul?” You let out a gasp. She doesn’t respond but instead continues to take off the second head mask. She drops it at her feet. Her hair bangs are a little messy and sweaty. She runs her fingers through her hair while letting out a soft sigh of relief. Her eyes are tired and lack emotion.
“What are you doing here?” She questions. The tone of her voice shows genuine curiosity. Silence coats the air as you try to find an excuse. An embarrassing blush forms on your cheeks. You avert her stare by looking at the bed. You hear her let out a sigh in frustration before she gets closer to you. Her glove fingers touch the edge of your chin. She grips and forces you to look at her.
“I’m talking to you,” She reminds.
“I… I’m in deep debt…” You confess. She furrows her eyebrows as she examines your face. You look pitiful and small under her gaze. She lets out a tsk sound of disapproval and disappointment. You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Disappointing her was the last thing you wanted to do. You quickly reach out to touch her arm. She glances down to see your fingers wrap around her bicep.
“I swear just two games and I will be able to pay off my debt,” You explain with a light laugh. Her tired eyes look back up and you gulp. She wasn’t in the mood to play around. She walks past you without spearing you a second glance. She plops onto the bed and leans her body back. Her legs are spread apart as she stares at you with tired eyes. She starts taking off her gloves and tosses them aimlessly to the side.
“You ignored my texts,” She grumbles. You suddenly remember your phone buzzing multiple times last night.
“Oh! That…I didn’t realize it was you,” You awkwardly laugh. An attempt to lighten the mood. Noeul continues not to smile. She tilts her head to the side. She decides to accept your excuse.
“You’re stupid for putting yourself in this position,” She sighs, going back to the topic. You bite your bottom lip in shame. You look down onto the ground and play with the bottom of your heel. There is a moment of silence again.
“…Are you not afraid of death?” She puzzles. You jerk your head up to look at her with wide eyes. She brings one of her hands to massage her thigh. She focuses on circling her fingers against her tense muscles rather than you. You feel a slight blush forming on your cheeks as you look at her position.
“You realize you’re helping kill people,” You whisper. She stops massaging her thighs and lets out a dry chuckle. She leans back again and lifts her head.
“I’m just doing what I’m asked to do,” She states, staring at you up and down slowly. You grip your fist and force yourself to look away. You’re lost for words.
“Come here,” Noeul calls. The air is dense and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Your legs refuse to move. She lets out a soft giggle and runs her fingers through her hair.
“You would rather die than listen to me,” She assumes. Your heart quickens and you shake your head no. Was that a warning? You feel a rush of adrenaline and fear. You immediately walk over and kneel against the floor by her legs.
“No, that's not true. Please don’t think that,” You beg, placing your hands on her thighs. Her emotionless face peers down at you. She enjoys the scene of you kneeling and begging before her. She brings her hands up to gently brush your hair. You feel a shiver run down your spine when you realize her fingers are the ones pressing the trigger. Life and death rest upon her hand, yet here it is brushing your hair. Noeul could easily kill you at this spot, but you feel a wave of pride when you know she wouldn’t.
You lean your head down to rest against her thighs. She continues to slowly brush your hair. You allow yourself to rest your eyes and get comfortable. But that only lasts for about three minutes before Noeul gets bored. Her fingers begin to grip your head and force you to look up. You wince a little in pain. Her heavy-lidded eyes gaze at your eyes and then to your lips.
It’s a little sick and twisted that you also feel a little turned on in this situation. Risk has been a key factor here. A case of physiological reasoning arises. Someone who loves danger often takes risks. These trigger the brain to release adrenaline and other hormones, which leads to a state of excitement and euphoria.
You look up at her, your cheeks turning pink. She slowly leans down to capture your lips. You shut your eyes and feel her soft plump lips press against yours. Her fingers let go of your hair and move down to your neck. Your lips move slowly against her. As if to cherish every second.
You tilt your head, brushing your nose against hers. The kiss deepens and you let out a soft pant. You start to get up from your position and place your knees between the slot of her thighs. The angle has switched. You are now leaning down to capture her lips. You bring your hands up to cup her face. Your thumb swipes against her cheeks. Her hands naturally wrap around your hips, pulling you closer. Her wet lips slide easily against yours. She digs her fingers into your hip and you let out a soft whine. She pulls away from the kiss first to catch her breath. Her lips red and puffy.
“Take off your clothes,” She orders as she leans back again. You get off the bed and shyly touch the hem of the green sweater. She watches closely and you feel nervous under her gaze. You start to lift the sweater over your head and swiftly take the sweatpants off. Then you start taking off your undergarments. The cold air prickles your skin. Noeul slightly bites her bottom lip before tapping her thighs.
“Come on top,” She orders. You obey and slowly place yourself beside her thighs. Your knees are spread and your chest faces her. She slowly drags her fingers against your lower back before wrapping them on your chest. She cups it and squeezes it. Her thumb rubs against the numb. It hardens under her touch.
“Cute,” She whispers. She tilts forward to lick your nipple. She swirls her tongue against the skin around the nipple and then back to sucking. You sigh and place your hands on her lower head. As she continues to suck and bite your boobs, she looks up. Her pupils are blown out. You smile and gently massage her head. You look at her between your lashes to watch her tongue brush against your nipple. Your stomach clenches and you moan. She shuts her eyes and sucks hard before letting go with a loud plop sound. She removes one hand from your chest and down to your stomach. She drags her fingers down lower and you bite your lip.
She looks up again with her tired eyes. She waits for permission in which you let out a soft ‘yes’ moan. Her middle finger starts to rub the outside of your folds. The corner of her lips curled into a smirk. You’re more wet than she imagined. Her fingers move towards your clit and she circles it slowly. Your core leaks out a little more. She collects and coats your juices with her middle finger. Once she is satisfied with how wet you’ve become, she presses onto your clit. You let out a soft moan and jerk your hips into her hands. She continues to circle your clit over and over. She returns to biting your chest, leaving red marks on the soft skin.
She lets you move your hips against her finger. Your clit brushes her middle and ring finger. You let out a choking moan as the pleasure begins to build. Your wet clit slides easily. In the midst of you grinding her hand, her fingers accidentally slip into your core. You gasp and grip onto her shoulders. Pausing to catch your breath. The feeling of her fingers filling your hole felt too good.
“Why’d you stop,” She challenges. Her two fingers rest at the tip of your core. You bite your lips as you sink back down onto her fingers. You let out a moan at the feeling of her filling you up. You start to slowly move again. She feels your hot core sliding up and down her digits. She gets drunk off the sight of you.
“Feels so good unnie,” You moan into her ears. Her eyes darken and she bites her lips. She wraps her free hand around your waist.
“Hold on to me tighter,” She grunts. Before you can fully hold on, she starts moving her fingers at a quicker pace. You cry out and clench onto her. She snaps her wrist and deepens her finger in you. You choke out a cuss and she smiles. Wetness starts to coat down to her knuckles. Your hot gummy walls welcome her fingers so well. Your hair starts to stick onto your sweaty forehead. She bites down on your shoulders and curls her finger in you. You shut your eyes and continue chasing your high. Her fingers press into your walls over and over. She can feel you starting to clench. She loves the feeling of your wet cunt. She jerks her hand more aggressively. The tips of her fingers abuse your wall at a quick pace. You tilt your head back and let out a high-pitched cry. Your lower stomach can feel a strong orgasm coming ahead.
After a few more strong thrusts, you come over her fingers. She moves her fingers to help you ride out your high. You grip her shoulders to signal her to stop moving. She pauses but keeps her fingers in you as you catch your breath. She kisses your shoulders and then towards your neck. You let out a soft hum. She leans back to analyze your features.
You shiver and shake as she takes her fingers out of you. Your chest is moving up and down. She brings her fingers to her mouth and slowly licks them. Your juice coats her tongue and she moans. She needs more of you.
“Lay down,”
You widen your eyes, you don’t know if you can handle another round. Your core is still pulsing. She gently pushes you off her thighs. You take a seat on the bed. She starts taking off the pinkish-red suit. You gulp at her body figure. Her stomach is toned and she has slight muscles on her biceps. She slips off her underwear. You see a wet spot on her panties. She holds her panties in her hands. She walks and gives you a kiss. As she continues to kiss you, she gently pushes you down onto the bed. You can feel her core brush against yours. You moan into her mouth. She pulls away from the kiss and gets onto the bed. She spreads your legs and angles herself between you. You blush at the realization of what she’s about to do.
She lowers herself till her core touches yours. Your wet and slippery core slides easily against her. She moans and jerks her hips faster, chasing for her own high. Her pace is brutal considering you just came not long ago. You moan loudly as her folds grind against your clit.
“The walls are thin,” She warns. You couldn’t hear her clear from the buzz in your ear. All you could focus on was the way her hips thrust into you. You cuss loudly and she stops moving. She takes the panties from her hand and shoves it into your mouth. You can taste the faint salty and sweet taste of the cotton. Your moans become quieter.
She starts moving her hips again but in a quicker manner. All the build-up stress she has been holding needs to be released. You’re the perfect solution. Wetness starts to spread down to your thighs. You hear her low grunts and moans. In the moment, you look at her. Her mouth is open slightly to release soft moans. Her hips snap against you over and over. Your core grinds against her clit at the right spot. She bites her lips and tilts her head back. She feels her high coming closer. Sweat starts to form on her forehead and collarbone. She grabs onto your thighs, nails digging into the soft skin. You try to speak, but the panties in your mouth muffle you. You attempt to tap her to slow down, but all that does is make her smirk and go faster. The bed moves and squeaks at each thrust. You shut your eyes and bite down on her panties. After a few more, she chokes out a moan and comes onto your core. She jerks her hips lazily to help you reach your high as well. You come shortly after. It hits you stronger than you expected. She watches you with heavy eyes. You’re gasping for air and your body is shaking.
“Breathe,” She cooes. She removes herself from between your legs. She leans over and brushes your sweaty hair from your forehead. She pulls her panties out of your mouth and drops them onto the ground. You rest your head on the soft plush of her thighs. She watches closely to your chest moving up and down slower.
“Don’t die out there,” She warns. You slowly nod your head and feel the sleepiness kicking in. You knew the risk you were taking when you entered the game. She cares for you though she never expresses it through her face. She allows you to take a short nap as she stares at the gun resting on the wall. Her fingers brush your hair in slow streaks. She holds the power of your life in her hands. She will not allow your last breath to be from a game. She'll break the rules to let you live if she has to.
she's so beautiful and SAD i love u MY QUEEN💔💔i MUST write for her more i MUST... why are there like two fics with her omg do y'all see the vision do y'all see it... so much potential for angst yall😭😭
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you watched as your stepmother’s solemn eyes darted between your own. your lips quivered and your chin wobbled in a feeble attempt to choke back the tiny sobs that welled up in the back of your throat and threatened to escape it.
your shoulders were pressed to the soft, padded surface of your headboard, laying on your back aside from your elbows that propped your body up. wanda mirrored you, only she was resting flat on her stomach, her semi-bare legs crossed over as she used her own elbow and wrist to rest her jaw on. she listened with intent after you’d taken her by the hand and asked her to stay with you and talk.
when wanda first came home that evening and found you awaiting her return at the front door, sobs racking your body, she dropped her bags and immediately cupped your cheeks, pulling you into her chest and holding you in a warm embrace. her heart flipped when you showed her the texts between you and your girlfriend, very quickly understanding that you’d been broken up with.
she remained quiet, letting you sob into her arms before she gently placed you onto the couch, covering your body with soft blankets, and with a chaste kiss to your cheek, she promised she’d only be in the kitchen sorting the groceries, and that if you needed anything, just to call her. she returned around twenty-minutes later with two mugs of hot chocolate and a bowl of ice cream that she placed on your lap. she held you close as you watched one of your favorite movies together, planting occasional kisses to your head and scratching at your scalp until you were softly snoring in her arms.
thoughts of taking you while you slept so innocently, so peacefully began to burrow their way inside of wanda as she watched your parted lips blow out small, steady breaths of air and your eyes dart from left to right as you dreamt. she wondered if you’d squirm if she tugged your panties to the side and woke you up knuckles deep inside of your cunt. she pondered the sweet sounds you’d make, if you’d cry and stain your pretty cheeks with your tears. she found herself wondering if you ever dreamt of her, or if you had any icky ones that left you with a dark, wet spot on your panties when you woke up in the morning.
wanda knew it was wrong to think such perverse thoughts about her stepdaughter like that, but you were so young, so pure, so beautiful, wanda couldn’t help but wonder how soft your pussy was, or how supple your tits would feel underneath the palms of her hands.
wanda stood up, pulling your limp body forward and lifted you by the backs of your upper thighs, cradling the back of your head with her other hand, and your arms instinctively wrapped around her shoulders. she carried you up the stairs and to your bedroom, placing you down onto your bed and kissing your temple goodnight. your eyes fluttered open when the cold air hit you as she ascended, and you whined at the loss of contact, reaching out to paw at her wrist to stop her from leaving.
wanda gave into your needy, whiny mumbles and stayed after changing into something a little less tight, positioning herself comfortably on your bed.
“oh, baby. that’s awful. i’m so sorry,” wanda consoled as you explained further about the breakup, rubbing your knee in a soothing, circular motion, drawing light patterns around the bone. her face was contorted into one ridden with pity, but the tiny smile that threatened the corners of her lips said otherwise.
wanda never liked your girlfriend, she always thought that she was a little too rough with you ; distaste filling her when her hand would round your hip and squeeze it while she talked to you, or the crass, uncouth jokes she’d make about your body and how it looked in your clothing. your stepmother always considered her to be rather a brute, and she’d never liked how rough and objectifying she was of you. so, when she heard the news, she couldn’t help but indulge in the small satisfaction that brewed inside of her.
“i think that you’re much better off without her now, moya lyubov.” she said, resting her jaw on her palm. her hand moved from your knee to the skin of your thigh, massaging the soft flesh as she spoke. your eyebrows furrowed at her words and your lips pressed together in slight confusion. wanda smiled and continued. “i do not believe she knew how to treat a sweet girl like you,” your stepmother shook her head, running her tongue along her pink lips before they parted to speak. “i do not think most girls your age do.”
she mumbled that last part, albeit you heard anyway, and you tipped your head to the side and you perked up in your seat inquisitively. you peered at her through glassy eyes, eyebrows kitted together in innocence. “what do you mean, mama?” your voice wavered, rubbing your wet eyelashes on the sleeves of your sweater. wanda quickly realised that you were truly too naive to understand what she was implying. the deep greens of her eyes darkened at the honorific.
“well,” she began, inhaling deeply through her nose. “you deserve somebody.. mature. someone who knows how to take good care of you,” she drawled slowly, allowing her words to sink in as she spoke them. her hand ghosted your hip bone, and you squirmed at the action. your stepmother lifted herself up onto her knees ; the silk, blue slip that she was wearing riding up her creamy thighs and tugging at her bare, full breasts that strained beneath the fabric. she grinned at the twitching of your muscles beneath the pads of her fingers and chuckled. “in all kinds of ways, sweetheart.”
all in one motion, svelte fingers moved from your hip and slipped past the waistband of your sweatpants, drawing tight circles on your clit over the thin, white cotton of your panties.
you whined, squeezing your eyes shut and trapping her hand. “feels…”
“icky?” she interrupted.
you nod, tears filling your eyes.
“i know, baby. i know.” she coos. “it’s okay now, mommy’s here. i’ll take good care of you.” wanda tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and applied greater pressure to your clit. she could feel your pussy throb beneath her touches, and she couldn’t help the groan she let slip between her gritted teeth.“tell mommy what you need.”
you cry out, your hips bucking against the pad of her thumb. “please mommy, need you to… need you inside.” you whine. your stepmother’s fingers finally slipped into your panties, running two along your labia and slipping them between your soft folds, exploring the wetness that lay there. she rubbed gentle, slow circles on your little bundle of nerves, continuing her ministrations there as she used her middle finger to encircle your tight hole.
“inside where, honey?” wanda pressed, her free hand reaching out to rub soothing circles on your leg. her tone was saccharine and she spoke slowly ; drawling her words into nothing short of a whisper. you swallow thickly at the question, taking a moment to compose yourself and gulp down deeper breaths before you spoke.
“ahh— d-down there, mommy.” you pouted, pointing between your legs where her hand was, to your pussy that fluttered and clenched around nothing. “please, it hurts…”
wanda smiled down at you, the sight of your flushed cheeks and eyes squeezed shut making her swoon. “i see… you want mommy’s fingers inside of your pretty parts? is that what you want?” you eagerly nod, cheeks burning in embarrassment. wanda hums. you’d never heard your stepmother speak in such a sultry manner before, the sound of her voice causing you to shrink slightly in your position, your chest heaving. “mama…”
“i want to hear you say it.” wanda ordered, delivering a soft slap to your thigh. you jerked, her fingers nudging your puffy slit in the process.
“i want your fingers inside so bad, mama, please.” you gulp, wriggling your hips in a feeble attempt to seek more pressure. wanda awed at the action and wasted no time in swiftly slipping two fingers inside of you, pushing them inside the tight walls of your cunt. your hands reached out to paw at the locks of her dirty blonde hair as you gasped at the intrusion.
“you’re such a good girl.” your stepmother praised, her voiced honeyed and high-pitched. it made your head spin. “tell me, did she ever touch you like this sweetheart?” wanda said, eyebrows knitting together as she awaited your response. you both knew what she meant ; who she meant. your tried to reply, but mama’s fingers were filling you up so deliciously that it was hard to focus on anything else.
you shook your head, mouth still agape at the stretch of her fingers. wanda grinned, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. “no? mommy’s the only one? mommy’s fingers are the first that’ve ever stuffed you all nice and full?” she began to move her fingers and they pumped inside with ease, your cunt becoming quickly accustomed to the feeling.
you groaned at her words. “mama’s the only one,” you repeated, beginning to fall short of coherence as your head clouded and spun and fuzzed.
“good.” she said. “mommy knows how to make your pussy feel all nice and tingly, hm?” wanda’s movements sped up, provoked by the words that she mumbled between soft, focused grunts. “you don’t need anybody else, do you, y/n? just mommy?” your puffy clit pulsated under her thumb, the warm, soft walls of your cunt hugging her fingers with each thrust. you nodded your head in response, your head feeling entirely too empty to murmur any more than just a few words.
“uh-huh,” you slurred, your hands tugging wanda everywhere ; the hair at the nape of her neck, her shoulders, the soft fabric of her slip. the knot in your stomach tightened by the second with the combination of wanda’s fingers slipping in and out of you, curling them every time she entered and the pressure she delivered to your clit. “just mommy…”
“uh-huh.” she mocked with a pout, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear. “that’s right. such a clever girl.” you panted at her words, your head thick and thoughts heavy in your brain. “look at you.. you can barely speak, honey! is mommy making you feel like this? all hot and bothered?” she mumbled, cooing when your head fell forward to rest on her collarbone. “do mommy’s fingers just feel so good?”
wanda beamed with pride when you finally broke ; a flurry of barely-coherent words leaving your lips, mumbling out scattered answers to all of her questions. “so good, mommy, feels so good.. please mama, i feel all tight, think m’ gonna come!”
she tutted at your words, stroking the hair on the back of your head in soft motions. you buried your face into her further. “oh, sweetie… did you think that up all by yourself?” she spoke with a pout. she sounded condescending, her tone laced with soft velvet that made you nod eagerly, clenching your cunt down around wanda’s fingers. you were sure you’d let go any minute, the knot in your stomach quickly unravelling as your body trembled.
“innocent little girls like you aren’t supposed to think such big thoughts like that, honey! that’s what mommies are for.” your eyebrows furrow at her comment, and wanda feels it against her skin. “i know it’s so hard to comprehend, especially when your brain is all nice and floaty, but this is normal, bunny.” wanda cooed into your ear. any thoughts of turmoil were quickly wiped from your head as you let out a moan in disbelief when you felt the pressure of a third finger slip inside, three of her digits now thrusting gently into your cunt.
“ah! so full, mama.” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you grabbed handfuls of her slip. she reached down, whispering “shh, shh, shhh,” as she tugged your wet underwear down to your knees allowing herself full access to you. her eyes were fixed on your little cunt and the way it stretched so perfectly around her fingers, her thumb drawing wet, slippery circles on your clit that pulsed and twitched at the contact. she bit her lip and spread your pussy lips apart, allowing herself a better view.
wanda grinned at the sight of your tits bouncing with each harsh thrust, your hardened nipples peeking out from beneath the thin shirt you wore. she was rather pleased that you’d chosen to go braless.
“i want to see you touch your tits, honey. can you do that for me? can you stroke your tits for mommy?” wanda suddenly proposed, humming inbetween sentences. her words were crude and filthy, and it made the tips of your ears burn. you hadn’t known your stepmother was so dirty, hiding her desires with gentle touches and caste kisses to your cheek. she was always so tender with you ; tucking your hair behind your ear neatly and pulling you into long hugs with the same delicate hands that were knuckles deep inside of your cunt, plummeting in and out with fervor.
you whimper but obey, slipping your hands beneath your shirt and palm at the soft skin there. you began to squeeze the tender flesh, and wanda sighed and frowned as she pulled your hands out from the shirt and roughly tugged it up so that the fabric rested above your breasts. “such a brainless girl,” she scolded, accentuating her words with a harsh curl of her fingers making your body jolt forward. “mommy wants to see.”
you hardly recognised yourself as you stared back at her ; glassy eyed, your pussy leaking onto wanda’s hand and soaking her fingers sodden, your mouth agape as you dumbly nod in response. your hands reach for your breasts again, your nipples hard and perky due to the exposure of the cold air in the room, and begin to massage them hesitantly. your cheeks flushed red and you looked to your stepmother for reassurance who granted you with a saccharine smile and a nod, encouraging you to give the soft mounds an extra-harsh squeeze. your eyes flutter closed and you moan out softly at the feeling, making wanda awe at you.
“you look so pretty, baby. mommy’s pretty little girl,” she admired. you felt as if you were going to explode, your pussy clenching so hard around wanda’s fingers that they struggled to move. the knot in your stomach was near to unbearable, taking deep and steady breaths to calm yourself down. wanda’s palm pressed down on your belly, and a gush of arousal leaked from your cunt. she gasped exaggeratedly and it made your face warm up.
you used your thumb to tug and pinch at your nipples, the action sending another wave out of you, wetting wanda’s hand in the process. “your pretty pussy’s all leaky, sweetheart!” wanda chimed, as if you weren’t well aware of what was happening. “you must be so close, hmm?” she brushed your sweaty hair from your forehead and pushed down on your lower stomach harder. you squealed and nodded, squirming in her lap as another drop of wetness met her hand.
“are you going to cum?” she finally relented, angling her hand so that she could rub your clit while she fingered you. tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of finally letting go after holding on for such a painful amount of time, just to please mommy, and you found yourself burying your head into the valley of wanda’s breasts. you inhaled the all-familiar sweet scent of her perfume. the same perfume you’d smell when you greeted your stepmother when she arrived home from work, the same perfume you’d wake up to when she leaned over you and kissed your forehead.
“so close, mommy,” was all you could muster, your voice muffled, albeit wanda understood anyway. mama always understood.
with one last gentle curl of her fingers, the tips of them rubbing against your g-spot, she shushed you gently, cradling the back of your head as you let out tiny sobs into her chest. “come for mama, baby, it’s okay. make mommy’s fingers all wet and sticky, honey.” your pussy squeezed her fingers as your body convulsed, your thighs twitching before you finally fell over the edge and apart in her arms, your cries muffled by her slip.
“such a good girl for me, you did so well, sweetie!” wanda praised, taking you soothingly through your orgasm and waiting until you came down completely to slip her fingers from your pussy and wipe away your tears with the backs of her hands. “mommy’s pretty princess. you make me so proud,” she whispered and swayed you in her lap, rubbing your back in large soothing circles until your sniffles were silenced into soft snores.
you couldn’t help but fall asleep in the gentle care of your stepmother. you were so loved by wanda, you knew that — even if she slipped her fingers back inside of your sensitive cunt as you slept ; keeping you all stretched out, forcing a few more orgasms out of you. you knew that it didn’t matter what she did, because wanda loved you, and a love as deep as your stepmother’s couldn’t possibly be wrong.
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