#femsos

Lucy doesn’t have a fucking clue about why her roommate doesn’t like her.

She will agree that it might be her fault that they got off on the wrong foot. 

Lucy was having a stressful day on the day that she moved in, on top of that the landlord hadn’t told her that her roommate had already moved in until this morning. She was supposed to be here a week after Lucy. 

This was levels of social interaction she wasn’t prepared for. How was she supposed to plan out the perfect first impression for someone she was going to live with for the foreseeable future. Especially when she had no idea about what this girl was like, her landlord refused to give details.

She had opened the door, expecting to find the mysterious girl. The house was empty. Lucy had let out a sigh of relief. She headed to her room, depositing her luggage. 

Lucy walked out again to get the rest of her stuff. Her asshole friends had not been able to help her with moving that day, they had “work”. 

What that meant was that Lucy had to carry that big fucking box. She stumbled blindly, the box was obstructing her view. So technically, it wasn’t even really her fault that the box ended up pushing her roommate's mug off the kitchen counter.

“What the fuck?”

Lucy had jumped back, lowering the box to the ground to see the origin of the voice. 

Oh wow.

Her roommate was hot. 

The tank top hung loosely on her, showing off her collarbones, and her skinny jeans were basically painted on. Lucy’s eyes roamed up and down to take in the tattoos on those toned arms. All in all, Lucy liked what she saw.

Her gaze travelled up to the other girl’s face, taking in the bold eyeliner, and, oh god, her eyebrow piercing. Lucy only took in her expression after a few seconds of staring the girl in the face. The pierced eyebrow was raised and the eyeliner framed eyes were narrowed at her in indignation.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I couldn’t see anything with the box in my hands, I’m so, so sorry I completely missed your mug.”

The other girl just made a disgruntled noise. This was going horribly.

“I’m Lucy, by the way, your roommate,” Lucy trailed off unsurely.

“I know,” followed by an eyeroll. 

Lucy wanted to shrivel up and die.

“I didn’t get your name, Mrs. Ashley didn’t mention anything about you.” Lucy cringed internally.

“I had asked her not to,” the green haired girl shrugged. She quickly looked Lucy up and down. Wishful thinking had Lucy hoping that there was some appreciation in her eyes.

Lucy tilted her head, hoping to convey that she hadn’t really been answered.

With another huff the girl said, “It’s Mikey,” before she turned around to clean up the broken glass.

Lucy scrambled to her room with the box.

—

Two weeks after moving in, Lucy was finally settled in. Settled in enough to invite her friends to her apartment instead of going over to theirs.

Calum and Lucy were just fucking around on the sofa, each of them laying their heads on either arm rests, legs tangled in the middle as they scrolled on their phones. Ashton had abandoned them to go on a hike. A very likely thing for him to do. 

Calum nudged his leg against her thigh, which led her to customarily smack him. From there on it devolved into a slap fight. A particularly smacking slap across her neck had forced a squeal out of Lucy.

Unfortunately, that was the exact moment that Mikey decided to open the front door.

Lucy flushed down to her chest, and the smack had nothing to do with it. She immediately straightened herself, getting away from Calum.

Mikey was frozen before them, until she got back to her senses, giving them a disgusted look, “Can you please not fuck on the sofa?”

Calum let out a snort, which he tried to disguise as a cough as Lucy flashed him a warning look. Lucy tried to save her face in front of her roommate, “We weren’t-”

“I don’t care what you get up to with your boyfriend, just don’t do it in our shared space,” her eyes rolled again.

Her eyes were gonna fall out at this point.

Mikey dragged her feet, getting back to her room, meanwhile Lucy was left doing her best impression of a fish.

As soon as Mikey was out of the room, Calum turned to Lucy, mouthing, “Boyfriend”, making kissy faces at her.

Lucy had smacked him across the face for that.

—

Lucy was lounging on her bed, when there was a knock on her door.

“Come in!”

Mikey opened her door wide, leaning against it with her arms crossed. She had the same bored look on her face she’s had anytime she's interacted with Lucy in the past month.

“Are you missing anything?”

“Umm, no?”

Mikey’s eyes did a quick sweep of her room, which was a mess, with clothes and books strewn all over the place. She just raised her pierced eyebrow giving Lucy a look. 

Lucy suppressed a shudder, damn, that thing was really getting to her.

“Are you sure?” Mikey said as she pulled a piece of garment from her back pocket.

Lucy’s eyes widened in recognition, the lacy piece of fabric were the panties from her favourite pair. That explained why she couldn’t find them.

She let out an awkward giggle, “Where did you find them?”

“On the sofa, can you make sure that your laundry is where it’s supposed to be?”

“Yeah, mhmm, sorry,” Lucy said with an apologetic look on her face.

“Keep track of your things, you wouldn’t want to lose this pretty thing, would you?” Mikey says before she slung the panties between her fingers, tossing it to Lucy.

Lucy was too struck to catch it, the fabric hit her on the face.

Hot. 

—

“Come on baby you’re doing so good for me, just a little more” Mikey’s coaxing voice urges her to come.

Lucy jolts awake, the last image in her head was that of her roommate above her, an intense look on her, replacing her usually aloof demeanour.

Lucy checks the clock on her phone, yeah, it was time to get up.

Lucy rubs her eyes as she walks out of her room, trying to get sleep out of them. She heads to the kitchen, stretching her arms above her head.

She stops in her tracks as she is greeted by a sight she hasn’t seen since she’s moved in. Mikey’s up early and working in the kitchen.

It’s a Saturday, which means Mikey doesn’t have to work. On weekends, the girl wouldn’t wake up until noon at least. But here she was making breakfast.

Mikey turns around to notice Lucy standing in the kitchen. Her eyes travel down Lucy’s body. Lucy’s suddenly aware of her outfit. She was wearing one of Calum’s oversized t-shirts, that she had stolen from him, and her underwear.

Now, she usually dresses appropriately around the house, it’s just she didn’t expect Mikey to be awake yet. Oh, well.

Mikey clears her throat, “Uh, I’m making pancakes, you can go sit, while I prepare them.” Lucy just nods and hops on the counter opposite the stove, giving Mikey the space to work, uninterrupted.

Maybe her brain’s too sleep-addled, but Lucy’s starting to think making pancakes is one of the sexiest activities out there. 

She watches the way that Mikey’s arms flex as she whisks the batter. The dark armband tattoos contrasting against her milky pale skin make Lucy feel a certain way. She watches the way her fingers drum against the counter as she thinks about what to do next. The tank top that Mikey’s wearing was cut really low on the sides, and Lucy’s could see her tummy and the sides of her breasts. Lucy wants to fit her hands in the space, feel the plush of her skin against her hands. 

Lucy was leaning forward on her hands now, tracing Mikey's every move with a lustful gaze. The aching warmth between her legs that had woken her up was back. She’s too entranced to realise that Mikey’s stopped in front of her, not doing anything at all.

Lucy slowly looks up at the woman, hoping that her face reflects shame for being caught rather than the indecent thoughts that she’s been plagued with.

She’s surprised to see the smirk on Mikey’s face. The green-haired woman steps closer to her.

“Tell me how much you want this.”

She didn't expect that but Lucy isn't gonna pass up this golden opportunity, she nods vigorously, “So much...”

Mikey laughs meanly, placing a hand on her knee as she pushes her thighs apart, making space for herself. The other hand finds itself in Lucy’s blonde curls. Her fingers tangle themselves in her hair, before giving a sharp tug. The sting draws out a moan from Lucy.

“Pl-please, I really want this,” Lucy’s breath stutters as the grip on her hair tightens slightly. 

“This?” Mikey’s head tilts, an unkind look on her face.

“You, I want you, so much,”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” Lucy tries to shake her head, the grip doesn’t loosen.

Mikey crashes her lips against Lucy’s, biting teeth worrying her bottom lip, and a probing tongue explores the edges of her mouth. The kiss is unforgiving and greedy, Mikey’s not letting her escape for a breath, even as she whimpers from the lack of air.

Lucy gasps for air as Mikey finally lets up. The gasps turn into whines as Mikey moves her ministrations to her neck, alternating between messy kisses and bites.

Mikey’s hand finally leaves her hair, both hands now sliding under Lucy’s shirt. The hands explore the plains of her tummy, her sides, her lower back, leaving a burning trail as they move. The firm hands grab her breasts, immediately being complimented by feather light brushes over her nipples. Lucy keens at the sensation.

Suddenly Mikey drops to her knees, face at level with Lucy’s arousal. She lets out a dark chuckle as she sees the wet patch in the front of her underwear. She looks up at Lucy through her lashes, an arrogant air about her. 

Mikey noses the wet spot, dragging along the blonde’s lips, not really applying pressure, or showing any intent to move further.

Lucy mewls, trying to push Mikey’s head to where she needs her. Mikey immediately pulls her head away from the weak attempt. She tuts, “Do you think it’s that easy?”

Lucy disagrees weakly, shaking her head.

“Doesn’t seem like you thought so, get this through that empty little head of yours: I wanna watch y’make a mess on this counter, and then I might consider putting my mouth on you.”

Lucy feels her breath hitch. What the fuck was happening?

Mikey starts leaving kisses all over her thighs, grabbing, pulling and massaging the meat of her thighs, as if assessing something. When she’s satisfied with whatever she was looking for, she pulls Lucy’s thighs further apart, pushing her further on her back. Lucy rests on her elbows to balance herself. Mikey firmly holds her thighs in place, bruising the pale skin there. 

Then she places her lips on the softest part of Lucy’s inner thighs, biting and sucking. Relentlessly, she marks up her thighs. Biting the skin, then sucking and licking to soothe the stings until she starts the same process in another spot. 

After a while, Lucy’s unable to hold back the sobs, her arms shake from the effort of keeping herself upright against the hard granite counter. The aching and burning on her thighs made a part of her want to close them, stop the onslaught of Mikey’s relentless teeth and lips, but the other woman has an iron grip, obstructing all of Lucy’s half-hearted attempts. 

The other half of her didn’t want her to stop, each sting sending a pulse through her core. The pain was making her lightheaded, as she let out louder cries, she could feel hot tears streaming down her face.

Mikey slowly let loose on her grip, pulling away from Lucy. She gets up, lifting Lucy's chin, bringing her face closer, until she feels Mikey’s breath on her lips.

“Why are you crying, was that too much f’you?” she swipes her thumb to collect the tear on Lucy’s cheek, “Aww poor baby,” her mocking tone was accompanied by a hiccup from Lucy, “I could stop, leave ya to it.”

Lucy scrambles to grab the hands on her face, “No, n-no, please, I ne-need you,” she stuttered out between breaths.

“Stop crying then slut.”

Lucy nods, wiping the tears off her face.

Mikey resumes her position in between the blonde’s legs, pulling her soiled underwear to the side. 

“C-can you please take it off?” Lucy attempts to try her luck. Wrong move.

“Oh, is that what you want, you want me to undress you, lay you down, take care of you, kiss your pretty face and tell you how well you’re doing? Y’want that?”

Lucy looks down at the woman between her legs, showing her agreement despite her heavy head.

“Well you have a boyfriend for that, don’t you?”

“Ughh” 

“Right, so here’s what I’m actually going to do, I’m gonna eat this pretty cunt, and fuck you in your boyfriend’s shirt, so that the next time he’s around, you can’t stop thinking about how I have ruined you for anyone else.”

Lucy looks at her with wide eyes, unable to respond.

“What do you think about that? Did you understand what I’m saying, or are you too dumb?” Mikey says with a taunting pout.

The blonde finally catches up to her situation, vigorously shaking her head, “Please Mikey, please..” she ends with a whine.

Mikey swipes her fingers through her wet folds, holding them apart, to look at her entrance. She blows over the hot flesh lightly, sending a shiver through the blonde. She lays her tongue flat, lapping broad strokes to collect all the slick on her tongue, fucking it back into her. 

She flicks at Lucy's clit with her tongue as one finger circles her hole. She flattens her tongue against the bundle of nerves, pulsing against it. Lucy throws her head back with a cry, it was all too much.

Two fingers slide in without warning, causing the blonde to moan at the intrusion. The fingers scissor inside her, the stretch making her whimper. 

Mikey’s other hand reaches under her shirt, twisting one of her nipples. The shock from the sensation combined with the feeling of MIkey's lips wrapped around her clit, sucking, tightens the coil in Lucy’s gut.

A third finger joins in, moving with precision that was driving Lucy insane. Mikey curls the fingers just right to make her see stars.

Lucy's hands find their way into Mikey’s hair, pulling her face closer. 

Lucy’s about to correct her mistake, when she feels the other woman hum in approval against her clit, making her moan loudly.

Mikey pulls her lips away, fingers continuing their movement in and out, thumb replacing the mouth on her clit. “Come on, come for me like the good little slut you are.”

The command makes her walls flutter, the orgasm washing her over, the rush flooding her ears, warmth spreading through her body. She lets out mewls as Mikey’s fingers fuck her through it.

Lucy tries to calm her breathing, going through the aftershock, until she realises Mikey hasn’t drawn away the stimulation. 

Instead, Mikey places her mouth back on her swollen clit, lapping up, the finger inside her slowly massaging her walls. Lucy weakly tries to push away from the sensations, the sting of overstimulation creeping over the pleasure of the orgasm.

Mikey pulls out her fingers, using her free hands to pull one of Lucy’s legs over shoulder, pressing her face impossibly closer to her cunt. The hands let go of her thighs, only to trail up to her waist, wrapping her arms around it to hold the blonde in place.

Lucy tries squeezing her thighs to get Mikey away, but only hisses as she feels the other girl’s face press against the bruises there. 

The green-haired girl ignores her completely, biting down gently on Lucy’s swollen nub. Lucy can hear herself let out loud noises she didn’t even think she was capable of.

The pain-pleasure is building a different kind of pressure in Lucy’s gut. She tries giving a warning, but her throat feels raw and at this point she has been reduced to incoherent sounds.

She tries to lift her head and look at Mikey through her pleasure-heavy lids. Her eyelids flutter with the effort to keep them open.

“I-I’m g-ughh, I mm”

Her back arches off the countertop, eyes shutting close as she sees starbursts behind her lids. She feels her walls pulse, her release gushing down her thighs, forming a puddle around her.

“Oh.”

Lucy opened her eyes, using all her strength, supporting herself on trembling arms to look at Mikey.

The girl on her knees is a sight to behold. Her hair’s sticking up in different directions, credit to Lucy’s fingers. Her lips were pink and swollen, glistening with Lucy’s release. Her heavy-lidded eyes were twinkling, the previously cruel and callous air about her was replaced by something new.

“Can you do that again?”

Lucy shudders, letting out a sob, and pulls her legs close, shaking her head. She absolutely cannot, she might collapse into herself, there’s only so much a girl can take. 

“Please?” Oh, how the tables turn.

Lucy weakly whispers, as much as her wrecked voice allows her, “No, no please, no more.”

Her begging seems to work, as Mikey takes pity on her and straightens up, getting on her feet again. She carefully places her hands on Lucy’s face, placing tender kisses on her cheeks, and lips, her chin, and her nose. The feather light kisses draw a spaced out giggle from the girl.

She steps away to finally take in Lucy’s appearance, trailing down her tear-stained face to her neck which was marked red, and then her shirt. A frown appears on her face, her eyes losing reverence.

Mikey looks ashamed, gaze dropping, “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Lucy’s heart is about to give out, she’s been going through a lot since she woke up this morning.

“Why?”

Mikey’s head shoots up, shock on her face, “Why? I don’t know, maybe it’s ‘cause you have a boyfriend? Ohh, you have a boyfriend, we shouldn’t have done this, you should not have let me do that. I shouldn’t have that, God, what the fuck is wrong with me? And why didn’t you stop me? Why would you do that? You have a boyfriend, we sh-”

Lucy's undignified laughter interrupts Mikey’s panicking spiral, “What boyfriend?”

“The guy who was over a few weeks ago, the guy who’s shirt you’re wearing?”

“That’s Calum!”

“Yeah him!”

Lucy’s hands extend to Mikey, as the other girl looks at her, unsure. This was a new look for her, Lucy had only ever seen her indignant eyerolls and composed smirks. Lucy urges her forward, offering her a small smile, hoping to convey that she is trustworthy.

“Calum is my best friend. I have been stealing his clothes since we were children. His boyfriend’s a sweetheart, but he’s definitely gonna be mad if I fucked him. Especially because I am exclusively into women.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Then Mikey tilts her head in confusion, “If Calum’s not your boyfriend, why did you let me say all that shit about you having a boyfriend?”

Lucy feels her face heat up. She tries avoiding her eyes, but Mikey doesn’t let it go. She smirks, “You have a degradation thing.”

“Well, you also have something.” Lucy retorts.

Mikey laughs, light and giggly, and Lucy is amazed by it, she’s never heard Mikey sound like this, but she hopes to hear more of it, for as long as she can. She pulls Mikey into a kiss, who gladly goes with it.

The kiss is slower than the one they shared earlier, sugar-sweet, unhurried, and full of promise of many more such kisses.

Lucy jumps off the counter, not wanting to break the kiss. Her shaky legs, however, were not on the programme, as she stumbles. Thankfully, Mikey catches her.

She offers the blonde a smug grin, “My bedroom?”

Lucy, huffy, agrees as Mikey chuckles, carrying her away.

The mixed pancake batter stays untouched on the kitchen counter for a couple more hours.