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Daniela had known about your body for months.

She knew you came fast—sometimes embarrassingly fast—the second you slid inside her.

But she also knew the part that made her eyes sparkle with mischief; once you started, you almost never went soft.

Even after you finished, your cock stayed hard, thick, and ready for more. It was like your body had a switch that only turned off when she decided it was time.

And tonight, Daniela was in the mood to take full advantage.

You had both just gotten back from a long dinner with her members. The moment the front door clicked shut, she kicked off her heels and turned to you with that look—the one that said she had been thinking about this the entire night.

She walked over slowly, hips swaying, and pushed you gently backward until you sat down on the edge of the bed.

“You were quiet during dinner,” she said, voice low. “I could see you watching me the whole time.”

You swallowed, already feeling the familiar heat building in your stomach. “You looked good tonight.”

She smiled, slow and knowing. “I wore this dress for you.”

The dress hugged her body perfectly—short enough to show off her legs, tight enough to remind you exactly what was underneath. She climbed onto your lap, straddling you, and kissed you deep and slow. Her hands slid under your shirt, nails lightly scratching your stomach.

“I’ve been wet since we left the restaurant,” she whispered against your lips. “Thinking about how fast you cum… and how you stay hard for me afterward.”

You groaned softly, hands gripping her thighs. “Dani…”

She kissed you again, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

“I want you to cum inside me tonight,” she said quietly. “As many times as I want. Until my stomach starts to show it.”

Your cock twitched hard in your pants.

She felt it and smiled.

“Already?” she teased. “We haven’t even started.”

She reached down and unzipped your pants, pulling your cock out. It was already hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. She wrapped her hand around you and stroked slowly, watching your face the whole time.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “So eager.”

She didn’t take her dress off. She just hiked it up to her waist, pushed her panties to the side, and lined you up with her entrance. She was already soaked.

She sank down slowly, taking you in one smooth motion until you were buried to the hilt.

The moment you bottomed out, you groaned and came.

Your cock pulsed inside her, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Your hips jerked up involuntarily as the orgasm hit you fast and intense.

Daniela moaned softly, rolling her hips in slow circles as she felt you filling her.

“Already cumming for me?” she whispered, voice warm and amused.

You were still panting, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Shit—sorry… I couldn’t hold it.”

“That’s okay, baby. I love when you do that.”

She didn’t stop moving.

Even as you were still pulsing inside her, she started riding you—slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding down so you stayed buried deep. Your cum made everything slick and messy, and she used it to her advantage, sliding up and down your still-hard cock with ease.

You were panting, oversensitive, hands gripping her thighs.

“Dani—fuck… it’s too much already…”

She leaned down and kissed you softly.

“I know,” she said against your lips. “But you’re still so hard for me. I’m not stopping.”

She kept riding you—steady and deep—her pussy clenching around your cock with every downward motion. The wet sounds of her taking you filled the room. Your cum was already leaking out around you, coating your balls and the sheets.

You came again—faster than the first time—groaning into her mouth as another load pumped deep inside her. Daniela moaned, grinding down harder to take every drop.

“That’s two,” she whispered, smiling. “Keep going, baby.”

She didn’t slow down. She rode you through the sensitivity, her hips moving in a smooth, relentless rhythm. Her dress was still on, bunched around her waist, and every time she came down, you could see the slight bulge in her lower belly from how full she was getting.

You were a mess underneath her.

“Daniela… I can’t… it’s too sensitive…”

“You can,” she said softly, but firmly. “You always can for me.”

She leaned forward, pressing her chest against yours, and rode you harder. The angle made your cock hit deeper inside her. She was so full of your cum that every thrust made a wet, squelching sound.

You came a third time—harder than the last—your whole body shaking as you spilled even more inside her. Daniela moaned loudly, grinding down to take it all.

Her stomach was starting to show it now. A small, noticeable swell just below her navel from all the loads you’d given her.

She looked down at it, then back at you with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Look what you’re doing to me,” she whispered. “You’re filling me up so much.”

She kept riding—savoring the way your cock stayed rock hard inside her overflowing pussy.

You were whimpering, oversensitive, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Dani… please… I’m so sensitive…”

“I know, baby,” she said gently, but she didn’t stop. “Just one more. Give me one more.”

She rode you through the overstimulation until you came again—the fourth time—a weak, trembling orgasm that left you gasping and shaking underneath her. More cum pumped into her already swollen belly.

Daniela finally slowed down, breathing hard, her stomach visibly rounder from everything you’d given her. She placed a hand on the small bulge and rubbed it gently.

“So full…” she whispered, almost to herself.

She leaned down and kissed you softly, still keeping you inside her.

“You did so good,” she murmured against your lips. “My perfect girl.”

You were completely spent.

Trembling, oversensitive, but still hard inside her. Daniela smiled and gave one last slow roll of her hips.

“We’re not done yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel you cum inside me at least one more time tonight mkay?”

“U-uh huh,”

You’re fucked.

—

It wasn't a shocker though because maybe ninety percent of the university had a crush on her. Almost every day when you walked the halls or sat in class, there'd be someone talking about how badly they wanted her. Unfortunately for you, you were amongst one of those people that did. But you've been classified as a nerd on multiple occasions and Daniela made it clear she only liked frat guys.

You weren't trying to stare at her, but when you noticed the angry strides she took, you couldn't help but wonder why. You've maybe spoken to Daniela a few times since you've attended college with her and it wasn't because you didn't want to, it was just the simple fact that you knew she would shut you down. In the past, you only talked because you were tasked to help her with assignments.

But this time, you wanted to see what was wrong.

Because now that you see her, you saw the tears streaming down her face too—the mascara darkening her cheeks slighty.

You were afraid to say anything to her honestly, but you were also too caring. Maybe a little nosey when it came to her.

You picked your keys up and called out, "Hey Daniela," her head turning to you slightly but continuing on her way. You didn't want to seem creepy, but you started jogging up to her, seeing her not speeding up but continuing on her way, "Daniela, wait!" You watched her slow down slightly, letting you finally catch up as you adjusted your bag on your back, trying not to let it fall while you trailed behind her.

She wasn’t looking at you, “what do you want?” Her voice came out almost harsh, like she didn’t want to be bothered and honestly—she clearly didn’t. But you just wanted to delusionally comfort her in your own way, and she possibly knew that.

"Hey, sorry to bother you but uh..."

"Then why are you bothering me?" She asked, still not taking a single glance at you.

You chuckled awkwardly, "that's a fair point but I couldn't help but notice you're clearly pissed off and..." you were walking so fast trying to keep up that you were bumping into a lot of objects in your way, "and I was just trying to see what was wrong if that's not a weird thing to do." That finally got her to stop, you almost fumbling over your own two feet to turn to her, now completely seeing her face.

Oh, she was hurt by something.

You almost never seen her unhappy let alone cry.

Her arms folded over her chest; her purse being sandwiched between her forearm and her chest. Her head tilted slightly, "why the hell do you care? I didn't ask you to come check up on me." She was very upset so you could understand how she felt.

You nodded and licked your lips nervously, pulling your bag strap firmly on your arm to keep yourself steady. "I uh-I don't know. I just saw you crying and clearly upset so I kind of just wanted to make sure you were okay." She stared at you hard, holding your gaze deeply which caused you to swallow nervously.

Her head tilted upward questionably, "why?" She asked, almost a whisper.

You could hardly continue, your lips quivering trying to spit anything out. Her eyebrow raised, waiting for you to continue, "just because you're always happy and in a good mood and I guess I was just a little concerned, that's all." You explained it softly, Daniela staring at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever. She was very unreadable, and her stare was so predatory it had you almost walking away.

"Are you okay?" You asked her after she didn't reply, still not getting a reply from her. It's like she wanted to say something but at the same time, you two didn't really know each other. You literally only occasionally spoke a few times and if she was being honest, you're very nice to her. She didn't have a reason to be mean to you and she knew that but at the same time, she was just upset for her own reasons.

You swallowed and reached a hand out, not touching her, just trying to keep her attention. "Look I can see you're headed in the direction of the sorority house," you informed her, "and I know your boyfriend usually takes you there but considering he's not here right now and you're upset, I'm sure you were going to walk there." You weren't trying to offend her, but when you said boyfriend she looked more upset.

"Bye, ____," she said, going to resume walking.

"No no no, Daniela wait," you gently caught her wrist and this time, she stopped and didn't look annoyed, "I was just going to ask you if you wanted a ride there? I know by car it's like fifteen minutes from here and on foot it would be way longer," she seemed to soften at that which caused you to let her wrist go, "I can take you back there, if you need me to." You offered, seeing her eyes trailing from your feet and back to your face.

She stared at you for a moment, seeing the hopeful look in your eyes. You weren't trying to be weird but at the same time you knew you wouldn't feel right letting her walk back when it would be dark before she even got back. Daniela knew she didn't really want to walk back home, especially since it was also cold too and of course getting dark soon as well. She sighed and nodded, "okay. Yeah."

You let out a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding. You smiled at her, and just for comfort, you reached your hand out and she surprisingly took it. She instantly felt like her entire body relaxed. Not only was your hand super soft, but you were very warm and soothing but not only that, you were just extremely sweet. Daniela felt like she was about to melt from being treated so nicely after what just happened.

When you got to your car, you clicked the unlock button twice to unlock all the doors. You guided her to the passenger side and opened the door for her, watching how she almost elegantly entered your car and let your hand go. You waited for her to pull her legs inside before you softly closed the door behind her with a soft thud. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest; did you really just get the Daniela Avanzini in your car?

Yes, you did.

You opened the backdoor and put your bookbag in it.

After, you walked to your side and pulled the door open, taking your seat as you sat in the driver side and shut the door once you were situated. The sound of the doors locking automatically made the situation even more real, but the sound of her putting on her seatbelt made it almost way too real. You did the same and then turned your car on, the sound of the of your music coming on; being soft and very low.

You turned the heat up just slightly on her side, just to make sure she was warm. "Is that okay?" You asked her, seeing her only nodding which made you do the same. You looked at her again for a second, seeing the still ruined mascara on her face. You reached over her, her eyes following as you pulled open your glove compartment. You had tissues in there, paper towels for when you ate in your car during lunch.

You pulled some paper towels out, "here you go." You softly offered, Daniela eyes looking at yours before she took it.

It was nice interacting with her, but you were still curious why she was crying in the first place. You reversed out of the parking lot and began on your way. You've driven past the sorority house before because it was on the way to your off-campus apartment. The sound of the soft music mingled with the soft hum of your car was soothing. There wasn't as much traffic luckily for you two.

It was really silent and you didn't want to get in her business, but you also didn't want her to be uncomfortable or anything. You coughed softly to get her attention which you did, "you hungry? We can get some food before I drop you off, if you want to?" You didn't know it, but you were for sure having an effect on her. What kind of effect, she wasn't quite sure, but it felt so nice to be talked to so sweetly.

You were showing nothing but genuine care and if Daniela was being honest, that had her feeling less sad. She nodded, "I wouldn't mind getting food. Shake shack, if that's cool." She replied, her eyes turning from looking out the window to now staring forward. You just nodded a couple times, of course that was okay. You actually enjoyed food from there too and if she liked it, then that was definitely nice in a way.

You swallowed before asking her, "may I ask you why you were crying? I legit don't think I've ever seen you sad before."

She didn't answer for a second, you almost regretting asking before you stopped at a stop sign. You saw the flash of her phone screen from your right and when you turned your head, you saw she was showing you a text conversation. It was one of those, "Hey girlie," messages. You nodded, reading the long paragraph from a woman that she didn't know. She was explaining how her and Daniela's boyfriend had been hooking up for a while.

Daniela pulled the phone back and scrolled, turning the phone to you and showing you a picture of her boyfriend and clearly another woman kissing. You didn't know what to say because how could anyone cheat on someone as beautiful as her? Maybe it was an insecurity that he had or he's just a plain ole cheater. You watched her face carefully, seeing how she seemed to be more and more upset at the sight.

Daniela let out a sigh, "I already figured he was doing something behind my back," she said, "I just hate how men will come back to you after knowing they have someone else. It literally pisses me off so bad." She pulled her phone back, turning the screen off and placing it in her purse. You had almost forgot you were at a stop sign; too entranced in what she was telling you.

You nodded once and then a few more times before turning back to the road and proceeding to drive. "Well, it's definitely his loss, Daniela," you told her and caught her attention, "because in the end, the one who is unfaithful always loses. They'll realize that nothing and no one will make them happy, so they will end up just being alone." You didn't see it, but she smiled softly at that. "And you win by not going back. By realizing-you are most certainly the prize."

She tried to contain her smile, but you caught it and it came out, "I'm not going back at all. He's been texting me, but I already gave up on that. This isn't the first time he's made me feel like shit." You hummed questionably, waiting for her to continue, "when we're out, he looks at other women so fucking hard like I kid you not ____, he would break his neck to look at another woman walk by."

You scoffed, "what the fuck?" You asked, "so you're telling me that he has a ten out of ten girlfriend who looks like a super model and he still wants the attention of other women?" You looked at her for a second and saw her nod, causing you to shake your head, "I think men are the dumbest creatures to ever exist because what do you mean you can live with the fact that you fumbled someone this beautiful? Come on!"

That actually made her laugh, the sound catching your ears in the most beautiful way. You smiled to yourself before saying, "I'm serious Daniela. He has to be the dumbest person alive to fumble you. Like there's so many people on campus that wants you and he fumbled so fucking hard. Like that's actually so crazy to me." You insinuated every word with a small tap on your steering wheel.

Daniela sat up straighter in her seat, "that's how men are, unfortunately. They will never be satisfied with just one woman."

"And I mean never, they're so unbearable," you said, both of you chuckling before a soft and charming silence overtook you.

She would occasionally take glances at you, realizing just how soft and sweet you were. The times you had spoken, you were always so nice to her. You were one of the few people that didn't try to impress her or try to get in her pants just because. You were so respectful no matter what and now that she's thinking on it, she's wondering why she had never tried to form a friendship with you. You seemed like a genuine person.

There are definite signs in people that shows that they're just straight assholes, but you for sure weren't. She could look at you from a mile away and can tell you had a pure heart. She knawed on her bottom lip softly, trying to distract her thoughts. Being at this close proximity to you, she could really pick up on your personality. Your clothes were always clean; your car was clean and smelled great.

Small things about you she noticed. And it wasn't because she was overanalyzing you, she was just able to get a good look at you now that she was technically hanging with you. Your whole demeanor was fairly... attractive. She didn't know how to explain it because she wasn't even attracted to nerds. You were, however, very attractive. She looked ahead again, letting the soft music take over her mind.

After you got you both some food, you were on the way to take her home to her sorority house. She hadn't started eating her food yet and neither have you.

"____." Daniela called, gaining your attention as you hummed, "I don't really want to go back to the sorority house." She said.

You eyed her and asked, "oh, why?"

She shrugged, "they're throwing a party there at eight," she explained, "and I really don't want to be around that shit right now."

"I understand," you didn't want to seem weird, but you had to ask, "well, do you want to-I don't know maybe come over?" She looked at you from the side, "I mean, that is if you want. I live off campus and have an extra bedroom if you want to come over for the night."

She stared blankly at you for a second before nodding, "yeah. That sounds fine."

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You and Daniela were now standing in front of your apartment door, and she was holding your food as you fished out your keys from within your pocket. You unlocked your door and pushed it open, flipping the light on and letting Daniela in. She walked in without hesitation, you closing the door behind you before locking it. You walked to her and ushered her to the living room, "we can eat in here. I'll put a movie on."

You watched her walk into your living room, the strides she took being almost hypnotic. You took your hoodie off and placed it on the back of your couch, now only being in a plain t-shirt and jeans after kicking your sneakers off as well. She took a seat and placed the food on your coffee table, but you missed the way she was staring at you. You didn't turn a main light on, only a corner lamp that was bright enough to light up the room.

She was impressed with how clean it was, cozy, warm and so comforting. You walked over to her and grabbed the television remote that was sitting on the coffee table, just before you turned it on. You scrolled through channels, "anything you want to watch, Daniela?" You asked her without looking at her, hearing her take a bite of a crunchy french fry.

"Anything is fine." She replied.

You flicked through channel after channel until you came across a movie, one that you didn't recognize but it was in the genre of a romance and drama. She hummed approvingly and you decided to take your seat next to her. She was looking at the television when you looked at her. "You can take your shoes off if you want, Daniela. Make yourself at home, I definitely don't mind at all."

You watched her reach down for the shoes on her feet, and you're just now realizing how nice her outfit was. Every time she wore a skirt with a short top and a jacket accompanied by a nice set of heels, it genuinely always took your breath away. It wasn't on purpose, but you watched her slip the heels off and then came her jacket, your eyes trailing away from her so you wouldn't stare too long at her.

She knew you were looking; she saw the way you swallowed thickly and was facing the tv awkwardly. Daniela didn't think too much of it though, because she thought it was cute. Not to have a cocky mindset or anything, but she was aware of how gorgeous she was. There hasn't been a day in her life where she thought otherwise, but seeing you being all flustered and trying to contain your composure was adorable.

You both ate your food in a silence that didn't make either of you uncomfortable. It was hard trying to keep your gaze on the movie because not only did you have a crush on Daniela but having her in your apartment sitting next to you, on your couch, looking as beautiful as ever had your heart racing. It felt unreal, but the fact that you were able to calm her down from what happened made it real.

You had finished your food first and after she finished hers, you had taken both of your trash and threw them away; bringing over some hand sanitizer for her. She thanked you with the most genuine smile, making your heart flutter so sweetly. If you weren't such an overthinker, you would tell her about your crush. Unfortunately for you, your heart would not be able to handle rejection from her.

"____," she called out, your head turning to see her already looking at you, "where's your bathroom? My makeup needs a touch up." She chuckled softly, you doing the same.

You pointed to your dimly lit hallway, "it's the second door on the left. Take all the time you need."

Daniela stood up and grabbed her purse, walking past you in the most gorgeous way. You were trying to look, but she was so beautiful that your eyes couldn't help but stare. You could smell the sweet perfume that she wore when she walked past you; it felt like you were going to faint from that alone. You watched her disappear down the hallway, the sound of your bathroom door opening and then closing softly.

You let out a deep breath, trying to regain the little sanity that you had left. You were very grateful that her now ex did cheat on her and as messed up as it sounds, you were happy it got you in this situation. You didn't know her ex personally, but you knew he was a frat boy meaning he was around women all the time. Daniela was a sorority girl, but you knew she was all about him, unfortunately.

That caused her to be blind of his actions because anyone could look at him and tell he wasn't a faithful guy. It's not like you were paying any attention to him but when you saw her with him sometimes, you could tell he clearly didn't like her. It's like he was only with her the reputation of being one of the most popular frat guys in the entire school, and was dating the most popular sorority girl as well.

Then again, it was none of your business. Your crush for Daniela wasn't exactly clear because you've never shown it. Hopefully you weren't giving off signs that you did have a crush on her because you did not want her to feel weird with you. Considering she hasn't demanded you take her home yet, you're guessing she didn't. She seemed really comfortable around you, and you were happy for that.

After about ten minutes, Daniela came out of your bathroom. You sat up and saw her face and honestly, you couldn't believe how ethereal she managed to look. She only touched up her makeup, and she still managed to make that look gorgeous. This time when she walked past you. she turned her backside slightly in your direction where her ass was basically in your face.

You were so flustered and she could tell. The way you awkwardly looked away from her and to the way your hands fidgeted from in between your thighs. She was satisfied with how effective small things she did affect you. You were actually more attractive when you tried your hardest to not show how flushed you were. Not even just cute nor adorable, you were downright attractive. Very attractive.

Daniela was curious now. Have you ever been in a relationship before? You were so levelheaded and focused all the time, so she assumed you didn't have the time. She has never seen you anywhere outside of campus or in class, so she assumed after classes you would just come straight home. There was nothing wrong with that at all and if anything, it made you even hotter than you already were.

"____," she called, your eyes landing on her seeing how she had one leg over top of her other, "can I ask you something?"

You nodded your head, "sure, what's up?" You asked, turning to her slightly so she could know you had her full attention. You didn't miss the way she swallowed thickly, like she didn't want to ask whatever was on her mind.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked you, seeing how the question clearly caught you off guard.

You shook your head, "no I don't. May I ask why'd you ask?"

She stared at you for a moment, and you didn't miss when she slid closer to you just a fraction. "I don't know what I'm doing or thinking but," her voice trailed off for a second, "I'm just curious if you've ever had sex before?"

You chuckled awkwardly, trying your hardest to figure out where that came from. "I have, yeah. Not recently, but I've been intimate with someone before."

Daniela hummed, just before she looked up at you, "I guess I asked because for some reason," she started, slowly sliding closer to you just a little more, "this night alone is making me feel more than my ex has ever made me feel in the past." She said, watching your face for any discomfort, "and I guess with the way you're acting with me right now has me feeling some kind of way."

Your breath hitched hard when her thigh was pressed firmly against your very own, your eyes never leaving her face. She leaned closer to you which out of nerves, made you lean back just a fraction. You weren't sure what she was trying to do, but your mind could understand what she was implying. It had your heart hammering inside your chest, the sound meeting your ears.

One of her hands went to your thighs, ghosting over it before she grasped it firmly and rubbed it softly. Daniela leaned closer to you, her lips being close to your face. She smiled slightly, "I don't know where this feeling came from, but I want you so bad," her lips got closer to you, a soft chuckle escaping her from your reaction, "when I was in the bathroom just now, I couldn't stop thinking about this."

A giant shiver shook through your body, your hands shaking slightly when you reached up and grasped her arms to stop her. She pulled back and looked at you, seeing how you closed your eyes briefly with your tongue swiping over you bottom lip. "Daniela, I understand what you just went through and I know it must be hurtful. But I really don't want to be your stress relief or rebound. As much as I—"

"As much as you what, ____?" She asked, her voice low and seductive which caused a chill to go up your body, "as much as you clearly want to fuck me?" She asked boldly, her hand going up to cup your jaw and pull your attention towards her. "I don't care about what my ex did. And don't try to act like you haven't been eye fucking me ever since we been at this school. You think I didn't notice when we did work together?"

You swallowed harshly, "I—I can admit I may have looked at you inappropriately before and I apologize for that," she stared you dead in the eyes as you spoke, "and I may have a crush on you but at the same time, I don't want to be a quick hook up for you as revenge for him." Your eyes looked away nervously, the closeness and eye contact that she held being so nerve wrecking.

She smiled at you, "I kind of figured you had a crush on me." She gently pulled your face closer to hers just before she wrapped her free arm around your back, having you pressed firmly against her. "And if I'm being honest, I always found you to be so cute," her lips ghosted over yours, your eyes trained on her beautiful face. "Tell me I'm wrong, ____. Tell me you never wondered what it would be like to fuck me?"

Your mouth hung open slightly, Daniela finding you to be so cute. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, feeling you shiver at the contact. Her hand left your face and the other one moved from your back before she grasped both of your forearms; feeling the tension in them. She rubbed them soothingly, "don't worry about my ex baby, I know you want to fuck me. Come on, ____."

You were stuck on the fact that she had kissed you and touched you in such a way that had you shaking now. "Dani—Daniela I—yeah, I mean yeah I've thought about it in the past, but I respected your relationship and let those thoughts go." You confessed almost under your breath, but she heard you clearly. You being so flustered had her so turned on; she could feel a pulse in her clit slightly.

You saw how her legs clenched together, the feeling of her nails trailing up and down your forearms making you gulp. "And what about now? You still want to? Because I want you to."

The Daniela Avanzini wanted you? She wanted you to have sex with her and with you having the biggest crush on her, your mind was telling you to just do it. "If we do this—what would it mean to you?" You asked, Daniela being in awe with how serious this was to you, "Because I've never hooked up with anyone before. I don't want it to be a one night stand Daniela, I want us to be something if we have sex.”

Daniela stared at you for a moment, finding it adorable with how you were. You were just the type of person who never did one night stands; only sleeping with someone if you had a deep connection with them. At the same time, Daniela is your crush and out of respect for yourself—you didn’t know if this was the right thing to do. She was so close to you and the fact that she was touching you, kissing you, had you hardening in your pants.

“We could be something,” she murmured, her hands slowly trailing to your shoulders and caressing them, “maybe friends with benefits or something.”

You shook your head, “I’ve never done that either. I just—I can’t do one night stands, Daniela. I just can’t.”

Her finger went to your lips, “shh, we don’t have to. This isn’t about revenge or making you a stress relief. We can start off slow, if you want. If you don’t want anyone to know about this,” she removed her finger and placed a slow and savory kiss to your lips, “I don’t kiss and tell. We can keep it between us, start off slow, and see where this goes. That sounds better?” She asked.

With a hesitant nod you said, “okay. Yeah, okay that’s fine.” You stopped her again before she could kiss you like she planned, "Daniela. I don't really have any protection or anything like that. Also... I don't want you to regret doing this. Just please tell me you won't forget about me tomorrow, after all this."

Aw.

How cute.

You were really serious about this and it shows.

She reached up and took a hold of the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to hers until your lips melted perfectly together. Daniela could feel how your lips trembled; letting her bottom lip go over yours which caused you to open your mouth slightly. She instantly slipped her tongue inside, the slight taste of mint mingling with your own saliva as she slid hers firmly across yours.

Your body locked up once she swung a leg over your lap without breaking the kiss. Her free hand went to grab one of yours, taking it and placing it on her ass; your palm instantly going to firmly cup the soft flesh of it. She moaned into your mouth, grounding her hips with yours to feel the obvious bulge straining behind the fabric. Daniela's tongue was everywhere, making you gasp when she sucked harshly on yours.

You placed your other hand on her ass, softly kneading the flesh and helping her grind back and forth against you. You groaned in your throat, a husky sound that had Daniela's hands going down your body and taking a hold of the edges of your shirt. She was so eager for your skin against her very own; you could hear it in the shaky whimpers she let out. You were getting more confident by the minute.

The fact that your crush wanted you so badly and now she's in your lap, grinding against you and devouring your mouth was mind boggling. She held onto the hem of your shirt, balling the fabric up in her hands as she stopped so she could continue making out with you. The kiss was so sloppy, her tongue and yours causing saliva to slip around your mouths the more and more she took control over you.

It was almost overwhelming, and Daniela made sure to grind her hips extra slowly and filthy against your cock. She could feel you throb and twitch with every movement, her hips delivering a filthy circle that made your body jerk. She smiled against you before she pulled away, seeing your face as your breathing came out labored. Yours and her lips were overly wet, and her biting her bottom lip was so sexy.

Her eyes were hooded over, hazy and lustful. She sighed approvingly, "____, don't freak out too much. I'm on the pill, baby," she reassured you, her hand going to your cheek to caress the skin there, "I don't do one night stands either, so I won't forget you." She slid off your lap slowly, letting one of hands go to yours as she pulled you up, "Come on. Take me to bed, amor."

You were more nervous now that this was happening, but you slowly guided her to your bedroom that was dimly lit by a illuminated lava lamp. Your hand went to turn the light on, but Daniela stopped you, causing you to turn to her only to see the most sexy smirk ever. “Don’t. The red sets the mood, come on.” She muttered, not even giving you the chance before she had you backing up to your bed.

You stood near the edge once she released you to go to the skimpy top she had on, her fingers gracing it before she pulled it off so slowly. You couldn’t look away and she loved that, hearing your breath hitch from where she stood. She was wearing a dark strapless bra that shaped her breasts almost too well and when she tossed the top to the side, Daniela grasped the edges of her skirt in such a teasing way.

She shimmied her way out of the skirt, her panties matching her bra so beautifully. You shuddered at the sight. She eyed you so intently, not bothering to remove anymore fabric until she gestured to you with a wave of her finger, ordering you to come over. When you hesitated, she could only chuckle, “don’t be shy, baby. Come here.” Her voice affected you so heavily.

Your entire body felt so heavy but you moved anyway, not quite sure what to do when you got in front of her. She was way too beautiful; such a goddess that somehow took an attraction to you even when your looks wasn’t what she’d typically go for. But she knew what to do for you, letting her hands reach out and grab a hold of the edge of your shirt; watching your face for any discomfort.

But you weren’t afraid. You were just nervous. It wasn’t your first time at all but with your crush of so long, you jest wanted to be perfect for her. Her hands slowly pulled the fabric up and over your head, discarding the shirt and tossing it to the side. “Daniela—you’re so beautiful…” She only smiled at you before her hand spread across your chest to push you back until the back of your knees hit the bed.

Daniela took a hold of your chin; letting her manicured nails graze the sides of your face before she pulled you into a deep and slow kiss. It was almost too sensual that you completely forgot how you ended up here. When she pulled away, she stared you deeply in the eyes; not once letting you think she didn’t want this. “Call me Dani, baby. Enough with the Daniela.” She muttered to you.

Her hands went to your shoulders before trailing towards your collar bones, tracing them and skimming over to your abdomen. She let her fingers caress the skin there, letting her touch rake a shiver throughout your body. “Dani…” you whispered, causing her to smile down at you. Your eyes were still full of disbelief, and she could tell by the way your hands shook slightly in your lap.

“Relax, ____,” her voice came out soft, just before she titled her head towards your headboard, “on your back, up there.” You slid back almost too quickly, hearing the chuckle from Daniela before she stopped you briefly; her hands on your pants to pull them down as you slid up the bed. She stared at your underwear once she got your pants off, seeing the obvious huge bulge in them. “Fuck…” She sighed.

Once you were settled against the headboard, you watched her reach for the back of her bra and unclasp it. Your breathing got even more labored seeing her practically naked—basically nude completely. All she had on was her underwear that clung snuggly against her lower regions. She pressed one knee into your bed, her hands following as she crawled up to you in such a predatory way.

Daniela didn’t waste any time before she climbed back over top of you, settling down in your lap and making sure she pressed her covered pussy against your covered cock. She shuddered once she settled on top of you, your eyes closing briefly to try and relax yourself. But she wasn’t having that; her hand going to your hair and craning your neck up to expose the left side of your throat.

You winced slightly, “I like rough and slow sex, ____,” she leaned forward to your ear and placed a kiss against the space underneath it, “and I really like to dominate. I’ve never done it before but you’ll let me right, baby? Say you’ll let me.” You’ve never really been dominated before, always being a sweet and gentlewoman when it came to sex. You only nodded frantically, causing Daniela’s grip to tighten in your hair, “no baby, I want to hear you say it.”

You swallowed thickly, “ye—yeah, Dani. I’ll let you dominate me…” your voice trailed off slightly, trying your hardest to hold onto the little composure you had left.

She smiled into your neck, “good girl,” she purred, her hand letting go of your hair before she took a hold of both of your hands and placed them on her bare ass. It felt so much more soft, so delicate and comforting. “I also like to be called Mommy. Think you can call me that, amor? I want to hear you say that too.”

Her hand snaked up to your throat, not squeezing but tight enough to let you know she was here. You whimpered, “yes I can—Mommy.” You stuttered it out shakily, but she was satisfied with that.

Daniela let go of your throat before she raised her hips just slightly, her eyes being on yours before they trailed down lower. You watched her gaze, following once you felt her hand go over your bulge. She didn’t tease you at all, pulling the fabric up and over your cock, her mouth practically watering as she watched it bob up and against your stomach; a little bit of pre cum flicking from the movement.

She took a hold of it, slowly stroking you from base to tip and smiling as she heard the harsh breath you let out. She held you tightly for a moment so she could reach underneath herself and hook a finger in the band of her panties. She pulled the fabric aside, your eyes watching the way her slick stuck to the panties. Her clit peaked out from between her lips, showing just how aroused she was.

Daniela took a second once she realized just how big you were. Thick and long in all the right places that could hit every spot she needed it to. You watched her intently, the Latina pushing your tip flush with her clit to rub it tenderly. Her eyes closed briefly, a soft sigh leaving her the more she rubbed you against her. She was using her juices to slick your cock up, dragging it nice and slow until it pressed against her entrance.

This was really happening, and you knew you couldn't back out.

You didn't want to.

With a precise angel of your cock, Daniela guided you gently into her drenched pussy that clenched as you entered. She gasped softly, only now realizing just how much you were turning her on. She removed her hand once the tip was firm inside of her, your hands squeezing tightly onto her plush ass; your eyes shutting closed. In an instant, Daniela's hand grabbed harshly at your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

"No baby," she cooed with a shake of her head, "keep those eyes on Mommy, understand?" You couldn't even reply as she quickly took you in completely. It burned so perfectly for her, the stretch being so delightful that it had her clenching down on you. Your breathing was ragged, Daniela's eyes taking in your face; watching you clearly struggling with how tightly her walls were gripping onto your cock.

She smiled at the way your lip quivered, not wasting another second before she lifted her hips slowly only to drop down with such deadly vigor. You practically cried out, Daniela moaning before she set a steady and deep pace. Her ass made a filthy pap sound every time she dropped down onto your cock. You wanted to stare at her, but your eyes trailed towards the way your cock opened her up.

It was stretching her so well, and by the way she moaned on top of you confirmed that. Her hand went to your collarbone before she trailed it to your throat, snaking around the back and taking a gentle hold of your hair. Daniela angled your head up to meet her eyes. She tilted her head to the side, her hair hanging so beautifully. She took you in so slowly, flushing her hips with yours to circle her hips so deep and slowly.

Your hands transitioned from her ass and to her hips. You helped guide her movements, "fuck, Mommy..." your voice whimpered, your hips staring to rut up into hers. Her hold in your hair tightened, the feel of her pulling your face close to hers before she pressed her lips deeply into yours. She moaned at the taste of you, one of your arms encircling around her back to hold her almost impossibly closer.

She took the position as a sign to fuck herself onto you harder, her walls delicately dragging every thick vein your cock possessed. She made sure to purposely clench around you every time, your balls being flush with her ass every time she dragged her hips back and forth. Daniela's tongue fought hard with yours; though you were losing big time with the way your cock was already oversentive.

You could feel the way thick globs of precum foamed at your tip but getting lost in the slick Daniela produced. It was the most sensual, slow, and deep moment of intimacy you've ever had. Daniela took you harshly but gently at the same time; and the pace she sent was so foreign and deep that she managed to have her clit rubbing against your pelvis. You touched her everywhere, almost getting completely lost in the feeling.

Daniela's tongue slipped from your mouth, the Latina pulling away with a loud moan of your name. She wrapped her arms around your neck and placed her head in the crook of it. You shivered at the feeling of her lips attaching to the skin there, Daniela instantly suctioning them on a section of your skin. Your hips faltered at the feeling, but it only caused her to slam down harder with the loudest imapact.

"Fuck, mommy..."

"Feels good baby?" She laughed softly into your throat, smiling against it when she heard you struggling to answer her. She went to bouncing on your cock, making sure to only leave an inch between you so you could feel the way her walls tugged you deeper into her. You wrapped both of your arms around her, Daniela whimpering softly at the feeling of being held. You were so gentle even when being dominated.

Your hands were holding onto her tightly, the grip letting her know just how close you were. She pulled off of your throat with a lewd pop, a string of saliva breaking off when she pulled back completely. Daniela placed both hands on your shoulders; her eyes being transfixed on your face. Your mouth hung open slightly, the feeling of her pussy contracting with every bounce almost being too much.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" She smuggly asked.

You nodded your head frantically, "yes Mommy, fuck... so close baby," she left one hand on your shoulder, the other going to your throat to squeeze lightly. Her hips grounded with yours, moving them in fast yet deep circles that had your eyes rolling back into the back of your head. She enjoyed watching you practically break underneath her. Her hold on your throat tightened, her thumb pressing against the fresh hickey she marked in your neck.

"I bet you are close baby," she could feel the twitch of your cock every time she dragged her hips forward into yours. You shuddered, your grip around her body tightening. Your eyes shut tightly but this time she didn't mind it. Daniela loved the way your cock stirred her insides, the thick tip pounding into the deepest parts of her. It rubbed against her cervix just right, the sensation causing her eyes to roll.

You whimpered against her, "look at you, ____," she moaned deeply, her hips picking up the pace to usher you there faster, "fuck, you fill me up so well baby." Daniela's voice came out very shaky, "you love this pussy don't you, amor?" Your whimpering told her all she needed to know, and she was in awe watching your fucked out expression. Her hold on your throat only tightened the closer you got to your end.

Your hands dropped down to her ass to rut yourself inside her, "yes baby, fuck!" Daniela shouted into the air, your hips going to pound up into her. You were right there and Daniela fucked herself down onto your cock when you fucked up into her. Her hand cut off your airflow, making your hips cease again whilst she plummeted onto your cock. "Come on baby, fucking cum inside me—fuck! Come on baby, shit!"

Her begging voice was all you needed before you felt that thick and euphoric surge of cum shoot against her cervix. Daniela released your throat and pulled you flush against her chest, "fu—fuck, Dani..." She dragged her hips harshly against your own, over intensifying and prolonging your orgasm. Daniela's hands went to your back, scrapping at the skin to mark it up in a deep red from breaking the skin.

She held you close to her, making sure her hips continued their onslaught to have you whimpering beautifully underneath her. She pulled you back and pressed your back against the headboard, making sure her grinds were harsh and deliberate so she could watch you twitch. “There you go baby, fuck you’re so sexy.” She loved watching your body jerk, your eyes being unable to stay open now.

Daniela slowed just a bit so she could ask, “can you go again? Gotta make me cum if you want me to keep talking to you.” Your breath hitched before your eyes opened, Daniela smirking at you before she decided to lift herself off of you so suddenly. The lost of connectivity made you let out a husky groan, watching how she got onto hands and knees before you. She wiggled her ass at you and turned her head, “come fuck me. Make it hurt too.”

You were still sensitive but you sat up and took a hold of your cock, it only being semi hard now. You stroked it and took one of her ass cheeks in your hand, kneading it slowly before you angled your tip to her anticipating hole. She arched her back for you, sighing satisfactorily once you settled into her; instantly flushing your hips with her. You leaned over her, your breath fanning the nape of her neck just before she moved her hair out of the way.

It was so sensual once you drew your hips back, slowly pushing back in so she could feel every inch. Daniela pushed back against you, meeting your slow thrust that had her mind hazy. Your chest was pressed firmly against her back; the Latina biting her bottom lip at the feeling of you hitting every sensitive spot just right. Your body caged hers in, your hands going over top of hers.

Fuck.

You didn’t know what you were doing to her.

Your fingers lacing with her had her on the edge already.

You pushed in deeply once, Daniela’s body jerking forward at the deep press it sent. You held yourself there, lowering your head to her neck before you started peppering her in kisses. Her pussy was so tight around you, the wetness feeling like it was trying to push you out yet her walls continuously sucked you in. The feeling was everything and you wanted her to come. Badly.

You flushed your hips with her and thrusted the blunt head of your cock against that spongy spot inside her. That feeling made her fall over onto her chest, looking as if she was trying to squirm away from you. Her body was pressed into the mattress and you followed her, “____! Fuck—fuck you’re—it feels so good, baby—fuuuck!” Your hips were flush with her ass, pulling out just a little to thrust in harshly.

Her ass shook every time you plunged inside of her, a nice ripple being the result of that. Your grip on her hands stayed firm to keep her in place, you deciding that you wanted to pick up the pace and fuck her properly. Daniela’s back arched deeply, giving you a better angle to smother her cervix with an onslaught of heavy thrusts.

Her eyes were sealed shut, that dominance she had earlier completely going away and submitting completely to you. Never did you think you’d have your crush underneath you like this, begging for you and moaning out your name like a symphony. You drove your hips into her faster, pitching a slightly different angle so your balls could impact her clit.

Daniela’s body shook with every thrust, never having felt like this with any one in her life. You hit her spot every time with no fail and you loved the sight of her scrunched up face when you pounded into her. “Daniela,” you moaned, only whimpers leaving her, “you feel so good, baby. Fuck—I don’t think I can get enough of you.” Your voice alone was driving her insane, and you could tell by the way she tightened.

You weren’t cocky, you were genuine with it all and it showed extremely well. You grounded your hips with her, letting your balls massage against her clit to give her that stimulation she needed. The thick wet sounds your cock made inside her pussy was music to your ears, alongside the sight of her squirming against your thick cock. Fuck—this was everything you needed. Everything.

You released her hands and took a hold of her hips, pulling her against you when you fucked down into her. She scrambled against your mattress, one hand reaching back to hold onto you. Instead, you grabbed it and placed it firmly against her back so you could keep the momentum going. You were close again already too, and you wanted to orgasm with her.

With the way her walls spasmed violently around you, you knew she was extremely close. Your eyes shut to bask in the feeling, “fuck you’re gonna make me cum—baby oh fuck!” Your hips slammed into her now, ramming right into her g spot that tried sucking you into her deeper. You removed your hand from her hip and leaned over her, also releasing her hand that gripped the bed tightly.

Your chest pressed firmly against her back, your hips fucking upward into her. Daniela let out a broken moan that was mixed with a sob, feeling your arms wrap around her so you could slowly thrust as deep as you could over and over again. Her body started to shake, her mouth hung open in a silent scream before her entire body locked up against yours.

“Fu—fuck!” Her voice reached a pitch you didn’t think it could, your hips stopping just for a second only to continue when she shakily reached back and grabbed the side of your hip to keep you going. “Please baby, don’t stop—fuck…” You didn’t want to overwhelm her too much but you made sure she felt everything she needed completely.

You were right there too and she knew that. She overlooked her overstimulation and started throwing herself back on your cock; your body halting to let her do so. You shook against her, feeling yourself being pulled into another wave of pleasure that made your grip around her tighten. Only then did you thrust lightly into her, a few deep and jerky movements accompanied by labored breathing.

Daniela helped you move against her, “you’re so beautiful Dani, Mommy—shit,” you groaned, swallowing thickly as you shook.

She didn’t want this to end but at the same time, she couldn’t be here all night. She had never had an orgasm from penetration alone and the fact that you were able to do it so effortlessly has her hooked. Not only that, but she has never been held so sensually during moments like that. She hoped she wasn’t falling for you because that would be too soon.

Way too soon.

—

You woke up with a throbbing headache, wincing at the sight of the sunlight beaming through your blinds. It was very early and that alone let you know you had a very long night—a night that you almost forgot completely. Reaching to both sides of you, you didn’t feel Daniela’s presence there. You finally opened your eyes; sighing at the sight.

She left.

But why?

Apparently it was too good to be true and for you, that was one of the most amazing nights of physical intimacy you’ve had. It was a shame that she didn’t feel the same way because it meant everything to you. Unfortunately though, you were just a victim of a one night stand. You hated the thought of a one night stand, especially from your crush.

At least—you thought.

Your phone buzzed on your night stand. You turned it on to see what it was, a message.

“Unknown Number: Maybe Daniela Avanzini”

You quickly grabbed your phone and opened it, never having put a password on it because you didn’t find it necessary. You smiled once you opened the message because maybe—just maybe, you weren’t just a one night stand. Not even just maybe, you definitely weren’t a one night stand and Daniela definitely let you know that.

—

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she wasn't even sure how she kept getting placed in math classes anyway; it wasn't like her major was math-focused to begin with. either way, her professors' attempts at improving her grades never succeeded, from one-on-one sessions that were dead ends to the free tutor groups in the library on the weekends, and her friends had given up long ago.

but those efforts were never necessary anyway, because megan never cared about how terrible she was at math—she had better things to tend to than to know an isosceles from an equilateral. being the vice president of Alpha Chi Omega wasn't the easiest task, and she would rather spend her nights coordinating the girls on the sorority's monthly events than cram on a statistics textbook.

"megan, meet me after class." she was greeted by her professor as she entered, followed by her friends lara and sophia, who turned to give her 'ooh's'. megan only figured it was another tactic that her professor had devised to get her ahead in the class, and she groaned at the idea of more late-night studying sessions and endless tutors that taught basic math as if it were quantum physics.

the girl, upon making it to her seat in the third row, began to zone out from her friends' conversation. however, a simple inquiry from her professor perked her head up toward the front of the room.

"y/n, meet me after class." the professor spoke, the same words told to megan moments before now being told to you. megan's gaze averted, landing on your figure to see your head nodding as you continued to your seat.

you weren't someone new; megan had noticed you here and there because it wasn't the hardest thing to do. she knew you as the mathematics geek stuck in an introductory statistics class because one of your credits didn't transfer. on the first day of class, you solved a math problem that the professor knew would take the other students at their levels days to solve.

you? solved it mere minutes after he wrote it on the board.

from then on, for every problem that the professor wrote, your hand was the first to shoot up to solve it without batting an eye. every. single. time. and it made megan roll her eyes every. single. time.

she never liked try-hards; she found them the most insufferable people to ever exist, having come across many in the span of her academic career to know that the way they acted was even more intolerable. but you, she didn't know if it was the way your glasses framed your face or the slightly boy-ish outfits you'd wear some days, but she'd find her eyes lingering on you from time to time.

from beside megan, lara snorted, "sounds like professor murone is on his last attempt." she had also caught wind of his words to you, and it didn't take lara more than a second to put two and two together.

"what?" megan turned to her, who, in turn, gave megan a look of disbelief. "are you serious? he asked you, the dumbest girl in the class, and y/n, the smartest girl in the class, to stay after. he's obviously going to pair you two up."

“i don’t think that’s gonna happen,” megan mumbled, scratching her head. “she’s already tutoring, like, the entire class; i'm just about positive he's not gonna force her on me."

lara could only shrug, ratting out a "well, don't let me say 'i told you so,'" before turning back around in her seat as the professor called for the attention on him. the girl let out a huff, eyes trailing to you once more in your seat, pulling out your notebook and ipad with not a clue of a knee-weakening gaze on you. you adjusted your lower body, thighs moving together in a maneuver, as if you were feeling uncomfortable. with just a shift of her gaze down, megan could tell almost immediately that despite the bagginess of your pants, the crotch area tightened when you sat and grabbed you in the wrong place.

the class itself was like any other. professor murone rambled on about himself, maybe his successful fishing trip over the weekend or how the school's college football team won their last game, all while everyone zoned out on their phones and some rested their eyes from the doom that was an eight a.m. class. he only called for everyone to get their items out when the class was nearly over, with about fifteen minutes to spare, before he started the lecture on determining statistical hypotheses that megan became lost in almost immediately.

while megan was lost, you were locked, having spent the time of professor murone's spiel about his personal life to rebrief yourself on the lesson from the previous class. you wrote heftily on your ipad, the electric pen making example graph after example graph on a draw sheet while you also alternated to your notebook, writing down important notes that would be indented into your mind before the class ended.

"it's about 9:15; we will unfortunately have to resume this next class. i will see you all..." the professor drifted off, checking his wall calendar before returning with a swift smile, "on thursday."

megan was the first to make it to his desk, having packed up fairly quickly due to the lack of items she used throughout the class session, as you continued to pack up your color-coded highlighters. professor murone only shot her a smile, fixing up the paper stacks on his desk—likely waiting for his TA to get to work on them—before you found yourself standing beside megan, a decent space between you two thanks to your awareness.

the professor then shot a smile to you, adjusting one last paper stack before taking a seat, hands clasped together. "megan, you have a bit of trouble in this class, as we've discussed before," it didn't need any reminiscence for the two to collectively be reminded of performance, with megan's only talks with the professor solely being about her grades. "y/n here just finished tutoring three people, and she was my last resort because of how busy she can get."

you had your eyebrows furrowed, unsure if the professor was going in the direction you thought he was. you never minded tutoring anyone, but your professors always made sure to assign you to other students that cared about improvement but just couldn't get there alone. you were aware of the people you found yourself around, and megan was not someone that was more worried about her math performance than what to wear at the weekly friday-night sorority party that ended with her and a random frat boy in her bedroom, the door locked behind them.

"i'll just get to the point here." professor murone noticed the shift in your facial expression and the lack of interest in megan's, "i want y/n to tutor you for a trial week to see if there's any connection or improvement in your grades. she's an excellent tutor, megan, so please give it a try."

he knew that he couldn't force megan to put up with you, and you the same. this wasn't high school—he couldn't make a call home to megan's mom and force her into after-school tutoring sessions (which unfortunately did happen to her at some point), so he could only sit there and pray with whatever patience remained in him for megan to allow you to help.

you weren't even up-to-date on this apparent arrangement, and professor murone was talking about it to megan as if you had agreed to it beforehand. you scratched your head, peeking over to megan to see her eyes already on you, an unreadable expression on her face, before her head turned back to the professor. "okay."

"i understand th- wait, yes?" the professor, waiting to go on a spiel about how megan needed the tutoring and her declining the help wasn't going to do any good, suddenly paused. he seemed almost appalled at megan's haste to agree, normally having to talk the girl into accepting tutors because she almost despised them.

you let out a small, disgruntled gulp from your throat, clutching on to the strap of your backpack. your blue-light glasses bounced off a navy blue color, slightly covering your eyes as a whole, so the professor couldn't determine your expression exactly. yeah, you were a nerd, but you weren't blind—you were just sensitive to bright lights.

megan took a shift in her stance, adjusting her shoulder bag while rotating her body, a motion to leave. "yeah, i'll do it." she spoke those words as if she had never made any rebuttals before turning to you, gazing her eyes up, then down, then back up to your face. you figured she was judging you—given her high position in the school's most notable sorority, which wasn't something you necessarily cared about to begin with—and you could only wait for her to say something or leave, accustomed to judgy glances by that point in your college time.

in reality, however, megan's pit stop of her eyes on the lower portion of your body was largely due to the creeping bulge outlined on your pants, despite the slight bagginess. by this junior year, megan was a pro by now at determining sizes just through clothes—you could call her an experienced whore for it, but she was simply observant—and it didn't take more than a second glance for megan to see that you weren't hard; you were just big.

"you can get my number from the bulletin board inside academy hall. give me a call, hm?" a sweet tone laced megan's voice. with a swift turn in her doc martens that cost more than your entire thrifted outfit, she was out the door, leaving you behind with a mumbled, "yeah." you didn't notice the shift in her tone, her voice already sweet like honey that made you genuinely question your dislike for sorority girls, but it surely was there.

"professor murone..." you turned to the graying man, his hands quick to go up in a quick defense toward his actions, like he knew he was wrong for it. "you're the smartest one in the class, y/n, probably in the entire hall. you help people get their scores from in the thirties to near one-hundreds." his quick attempts at flattery weren't enough to soothe your disappointing gaze, not being allowed a word into the conversation to give a chance at refusal of the arrangement. "if megan can't improve from you, she can't improve from anybody, and i'll stop."

"we have an exam next week. if megan has no improvement, you're free to end the tutoring. just one week, y/n."

...

"you're lying." yoonchae let out a nasty laugh, nearly choking on her energy drink while you told her the news. you had only just exited the hall, with yoonchae always there to wait for you after your class with professor murone every tuesday and thursday, taking the time to grab food and hang out before she was off to her own respective class. you only groaned; the slump of having to tutor a girl who clearly did not want to be tutored, combined with the sun's heat beating down on you as you stepped outside, put you in a bad mood.

"i'm not. professor murone didn't even mention it beforehand, no 'hey, can you tutor this dumb-ass sorority girl?' or even a heads-up!" your voice showed yoonchae you were more than agitated, angrily pulling out your wallet as you stopped by a campus student store to buy a monster in preparation for your next class.

with a sharp right turn into another pathway, yoonchae realized the unfamiliarity of the path while she mindlessly followed you. it was tradition to stop by the dining hall for lunch hour, and the girl had been thinking nothing but of her alfredo pasta all morning. "hey i think yo-"

"we have to go to academy hall." you spoke simply, cracking open the monster while taking reroutes here and there if it meant catching even the slightest of sidewalk shade. yoonchae was quick to protest, whines about potentially missing her meal ringing in your ears, before a question perked up. "but why though? what business do you have being in a communications hall? that's like frat bro and sorority sister mania in there."

you let out a slight snort at the jab, hooking yoonchae under your arm, "그래서 우리가 거기로 가야 하는 거죠, 칩." [that's why we need to go there, chip.]

yoonchae, quite arguably your best friend—no, she was not your only friend—was the freshman international student when you were a sophomore. you were quick to befriend her with the little korean you knew from taking a class or two in high school, catching her running from hall to hall trying to find her correct class, and the last thing you were going to do was let her embarass herself any further.

now, in the middle of your junior year and yoonchae's sophomore, the two of you basically knew everything about one another, complimentary to your roommate moving out three days after junior year started and rushing yoonchae to bunk with you for the year. that included your bickerings about teasings from frat boys and snobby sorority girls every time your 'cooler' friend, lara, who was active in the Alpha Chi Omega sorority, dragged you to the parties despite your pleas of refrainment.

you continued on, "she told me to come get her number from the bulletin board in the hall." as quick as a... kat, yoonchae snapped her head toward you with eyebrows raised, nudging you with her elbow. "as in her phone number? isn't that breaking your personal code of 'no numbers, only instagram' or something like that?"

you did have your own personal barriers of giving your phone number out to people you were only going to communicate with for a short period of time, referring to instagram instead, and paying no mind to the loss of a follower on your page every time you finished a tutoring job. in this instance, however, you were too beyond ignorant to your personal code, "do you want me to argue with the vice president of the amazing Alpha Chi Omega sorority over a phone number?"

the korean could only hum in response, finding herself standing in front of a bleak bulletin board in academy hall. eyes were locked onto a baby pink flyer that stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the board, the words "ALPHA CHI OMEGA INFO" displayed across the top line. with a look down, sure enough, "FOR CONTACT: SOPHIA LAFORTEZA - +1 (XXX) XXX - XXXX & MEGAN SKIENDIEL - +1 (XXX) XXX - XXXX" was displayed in bold letters down below, and you could only itch at the idea of displaying personal information so publicly.

"so you're seriously gonna text her?" yoonchae looked shocked after seeing you jot down the numbers in your phone app, leaving the number unsaved. you were quick on your feet, shoes spinning a 180 and heading back toward the door. "what other choice do i really have? chances are she won't even reply anyway."

yoonchae was bound to make more comments, but a simple comment from you about finally heading to the dining hall was enough to shift her perspective from your turmoil with the sorority girl to her sweet alfredo pasta that she craved. you could only chuckle at the girl, a topic of conversation switching to other friendly manners, too indulged in conversation as you entered the dining hall to disregard the table of sorority girls the two of you breezed past.

from behind you, sets of eyes lingered on the back of your head, with an outstretched finger pointed at you. "her."

"ooooh, y/n is your tutor." daniela talked as if a lightbulb went off in her head. the girls—megan, daniela, lara, sophia, and manon—were sat around a lengthy blacktop table, the table trademarked as theirs because it was the nicest one in the entire hall. "what other nerd could i have possibly been talking about?"

"we're on a college campus, megan. there are nerds everywhere. y/n just happens to be the most... notable... per se..." manon's words drifted off, shifting to focus on chowing down her food while daniela sent a nudge to her shoulder, getting the reference that manon was implying. but megan didn't, looking between the two girls with confusion laced on her face. "what are you talking about?"

both daniela and manon sent out mumbles, small smirks etching their faces, as if though they'd burst out laughing if they tried to say anything. sophia rolled her eyes at the girls, setting down her drink before slightly leaning over the table. "she's got a reputation because someone who slept with her at a house party freshman year posted about it on the school's reddit page and branded her as 'big dick nerd'. i think that's self-explanatory."

branch out, they said. you're away from home, do whatever you want, they said. being a freshman and still a virgin is embarrassing, they said. after that entire fiasco, then, did it only make you realize you should probably stop listening to other people.

the two girls couldn't hold it anymore at sophia's deadpanned tone and laughed hard, almost resembling hyenas, which led to lara swatting her hands at them. "everyone's staring!"

"and stop it, guys. that's my friend, you know." lara continued, criticizing the girls with a mean stare to combine. "she didn't like being called that, and I'm sure you wouldn't like being branded a name by your pussy, manon."

"why are you only targeting me?! dani was laughing too!"

megan's eyebrows remained darted up at the filipina's words, trying to chase her memories of any recollection of that name, but couldn't remember anything about it, strangely enough. megan was the go-to for campus gossip; it bewildered her that an easy target was in her statistics class all along, and she had no clue. it felt like wasted time.

sophia had slumped back down in her seat, eyes scanning megan's face before letting out a groan. "i know that look on your face, mei. she's not easy. other girls have tried since then, but ever since that blog post, she's shut down every attempt thrown at her."

but megan didn't pay any true mind to sophia's words, a finger curling at her lips and an unspoken 'shh' at sophia was done. "fifi, you're talking to the girl who's never been rejected before—i've had a literal frat boy bark for me 'cause i told him to. i'm sure i can get in there." megan spoke as if it were so matter-of-factly, but sophia only shot her down again. "frat boys are the definition of easy, megan. y/n's not a frat boy, she's a nerd that spends all of her time either in class or with that one girl that makes me feel motherly whenever i see her."

with a few more bickerings back and forth, the girls inevitably moved past the conversation. undeniably though, with a check of her phone every couple of minutes, a lack of an unsaved number texting megan made the girl itch.

the text didn't come until later that night, around seven-thirty, and you had sent it off without a second thought. you were only reminded of it when yoonchae brought it up, the korean already dressed in her pajamas while you lounged around, promising to watch an episode of some k-drama with the girl before you headed to the library.

when the episode eventually ended, you gave yoonchae a friendly head kiss before exiting the dorm, figuring you'd come back around nine and find the girl already passed out. with your backpack slung over your shoulder, you barely took three steps into the hall before your phone dinged.

megan, who was in a meeting with the girls in the house's living room when she got your message, almost sprang out of her chair when she realized it was you and not the fifth boy that day sending another "wanna link tn?" message. she disregarded the freshman girl who was trying to give her two cents in on an upcoming community project, calling the meeting to an abrupt end and leaving the living room, stomping upstairs, and zooming into her room.

your eyes narrowed when you read her messages. what was she playing at? nevertheless, your nightly study session was now to be pushed back another day to cater to a girl who you felt was bound to waste your time.

it's not like you mean to be harsh about it—you usually never judge people based on their affiliations—but you were so fed up with this coming year and your past experiences at the college that you found yourself putting your own morals aside. besides, the embarrassing name you were branded with all of freshman year that referred to your genitals was brought on with none other than some random sorority girl who entrapped you in her game that one night, and they've all left a bad taste in your mouth ever since.

you halted for only a second, sending off your reply before pocketing your phone and carrying on to the library.

megan groaned at the messages, shutting off her phone and putting it aside as she sat at her vanity. study session or not, she wouldn't dare begin her plan of seduction while looking like a call-of-duty zombie, or so she thought about herself.

by the time you had made it to the library, beginning to unpack your materials at an empty table, megan stormed in only a minute later. she basically burst through the door, quick to change her demeanor, and proceeded to walk in casually as if she didn't just do a 65 in a 30 to get there. her tote bag was slung across her shoulder, and ring-covered fingers fixed pieces of her hair as she made her way over to you.

she was dressed as if it were more than just a study session—a tight black long-sleeve with a grey skirt that would for sure ride up and show off her ass if she did any sort of bending, combined with her signature doc martens. she made you feel underdressed, sporting black sweats and a plain white tee that hugged your arms nicely, but you knew your clothes didn't matter.

you didn't say anything at first when she sat down, pulling out your own statistics textbook and notebook, only looking up when you realized she had yet to make any other movement. her eyes were already on you, head cocked a little to the side, as if she were watching you with a sort of false adoration, and it made you furrow your eyebrows.

"are you gonna pull out your own textbook? or do you think studying happens merely by osmosis?" you quipped up, and all megan did was nod, eyes never tearing from you. her eyes were big, pupils at large to stare at you, and you could tell from the movement within her mouth that she was running her tongue along her teeth. megan was a beautiful girl—you couldn't lie about that even if you tried—and though you were accustomed to stares, hers made you feel a little bit uncomfortable... in a good way.

"what's osmosis?" and right there had ended your train of thought, snapping you back into a proper mindset. you only shook your head, muttering a small "get your textbook out" before flipping through your own book. "what page?" she asked, pink streaks of hair slightly covering her face. you sent her off with a number that took her fairly too long to get to, despite the page numbers being displayed at the bottom-right of the textbook.

"so... where are you from?"

"megan."

the girl shot her hands up, a coy smirk playing on her lips, but you weren't amused in the slightest. you didn't know what game she was playing at, and you weren't exactly sure you wanted to find out. "i'm not here to waste my time, megan. if you're not gonna try, i'll just end this."

despite megan's coyness and the smile that never left her face, she could see your despair and how you weren't one for foolishness, and she voluntarily weakened the smirk on her face to where the corners of her lips were quirked up. "I'm going, I'm going..."

the next hour was filled with moments of seriousness, teasing, and dumb questions that you tried your hardest not to cringe at because of how sincere the girl sounded. megan was sly in her actions, what she said, or how her hand lingered on yours when she asked to borrow your highlighter. one thing that megan wasn't sly in, however, was the distance between you two.

it started between the two of you at a small table. you sat at one side, and megan sat at the other, the distance not too far to begin with. then, it was as if every time you looked up at the girl, she inched closer and closer, until she got fed up with her slow progress and stood up, grabbed the back of her chair, and planted it right beside yours.

"do you normally sit this close to your tutors?" you weren't shy to call her out, a pen in your grasp as you created a line graph to use as your next example. megan merely let out a short giggle, using a half-assed excuse to bypass your curiosity. "i just want to see your graphs closer, that's all."

"right... here, i want you to do this equation. out loud." megan gulped. "it references everything i just went over. if you can't do it, you weren't paying attention." she gulped even harder. you slid your notebook with the equation over to her, which wasn't a far slide given that she was right next to you. you watched how her eyes scanned over the problem, how they furrowed, and how she gave up with a groan and her hands on her face. she came there to get you under her, obeying her every word, by the end of the night, and not to become frustrated once more at math. "i don't know- but it's because all of this terminology is so confusing!"

megan expected you to be mad, having not only interrupted what was supposed to be your own solo study session, but proving that despite your efforts, megan still found herself lost. instead, you nudged yourself a little closer to the girl, looking over the own problem you created. "what part are you lost on?"

"this hypothesis stuff, rejections or acceptances or whatever it is."

"here, turn your chair." you grabbed the notebook, and with megan following your orders, the two of you sat facing one another, knees touching with no particular reason behind it. you turned the notebook to face megan, your head down in order to give proper instructions.

"the null hypothesis is H0, and the acceptance or rejection of the hypothesis is based on the outcome of the p-value. see here," you pointed at the p-value, which you already calculated. "to accept the hypothesis, the p-value has to be above 0.05. is it?"

megan looked to where you were pointing, reading off a 0.024 p-value, and she shook her head. "no, it's lower." she turned to you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, writing down in the notebook. "so, for this equation, the hypothesis is rejected. get it now?"

megan still shook her head, looking over the work you just went through. "yes, but i know how to calculate the p-value and all, but i don't know how i'm gonna remember this all..." a part of megan's failure when it came to math was being unable to remember equation formats for some reason, and many people teased her for it. "you can remember how to make those stupid origamis that you disrupt my class with, but you can't remember an equation?" one of her high school math teachers had told her once before, and it made her feel dumber.

you scratched your head, searching for former tactics that you had used on your previous students, when you remembered a joke your advanced statistics teacher had told before back in high school. "megan, see what the null hypothesis represents? what does that say?"

"h-zero," the girl replied shortly, looking at the notebook for assistance. "now... what does it kind of look like when i write it like this?" and on the notebook, you wrote down the zero into an 'o'.

"h...o.... hoe?" you gave a short laugh at the absurdity, but nevertheless nodded at her.

"if the p is low, reject that hoe."

megan looked at you blankly, taking in what you had said before bursting into a giggle fit that surprised even her, and you merely nodded. "what?!"

"look, if the p-value is low, aka less than 0.05... you reject the null hypothesis... you reject... the hoe. get it? i'm trying to talk your lingo to get you to understand it."

it took her a second, but for the first time since elementary school when she learned how to do simple addition and subtraction, the math finally clicked in megan's head. and right then and there, megan's plan for total seduction went out the window because, yes, she would be grateful for the idea of getting some action that night, but her finally understanding math logic was something for the history books that she couldn't ignore.

"holy crap, you really are the best tutor." megan's flattery wasn't planned that time, scanning over the notebook to double-check her understanding, and you let out a short huff. "what, did you underestimate me?"

you knew the answer—she did—but even megan knew that she shouldn't have. a five star rating on the school's tutoring website, a 4.0 gpa that everyone knew was nearly impossible to achieve with dual chemistry and biology majors, and multiple recommendation letters from past and present professors already guaranteed to you, megan should've known you'd find a loophole to help her even if you were so reluctant.

"a little... but, uh," megan's mind began to revert to its original self. she could use this as a way in with you.

"nobody's ever actually helped me understand math, and you just did. I'm grateful for you..." her words drifted off, eyes locking with yours. hers were their natural shape, slightly wide with a glint shining from them despite the dark lighting in the library, and yours were narrowed at her words.

"listen, there's a small movie night happening at my sorority house tomorrow night. not all of the girls, just some of the heads like sophia and i. i think... you should come," she bat her eyelashes at you, inching closer if it were even possible given the already-existent close proximity. you were quick on your actions, though, rejecting the offer and thinking that she was crazy if she thought you'd willingly step inside a sorority house.

"yeah no thanks. i have plans." no you didn't, but walking into a sorority house and feeling judgmental eyes on you didn't sound like the biggest fiesta out there. megan was quick in her response, already assured even before your answer that she'd have to pull in some slight persuasions.

she leaned back in her seat, preserving some distance between the two of you with a slight grin accentuating her small, chubby cheeks. "lara will be there, i know you guys are friends, so you won't be in a total swarm of strangers. consider this as my gratitude for you helping me, yeah?" she checked her phone momentarily, "i have to go, duty calls."

as she packed up, she did it slowly as to see if you'd give her an answer right then and there, to which you pondered, "how would a sorority movie night be considered repayment?

the girl couldn't hold her giggle, packing the last of her items into her tote bag before slinging it over her shoulder. "you'll... just, you'll see. bye-bye."

there was something laced in her voice at those words that you couldn't decipher, and yet, it made you want to find out.

...

"what's got you eyeing the door like a hawk?" sophia swung by the living room, catching megan's gaze locked on the door as though she were waiting for something or someone. you had texted her earlier in the day, though dryly, that you'd swing by on the premise that lara would be in attendance.

"promise not to get mad, miss prezzy?" megan's voice was sweet, earning a groan from the older girl upon flashbacks of megan inviting boys here and there unannounced to events; she didn't like them romantically, just needed a sort of... in, with them.

"don't tell me you've got a boy coming to bitch about us watching twilight again. you're already souring my mood, mei."

"no no no, not a boy... just y/n, is all. i don't think she'll complain." megan popped a popcorn piece in her mouth from the bowl in sophia's hands, spitting out the kernel that ached her teeth upon biting. she mentioned the nerd as if it were the most relaxed thing ever, failing to catch how the president's jaw dropped at her words.

"you're fucking with me, or what? how did you manage to get that girl to come here?" her tone came off in an almost-laugh, setting the bowl down on the middle table around the couches before plopping down in the solo lounge chair. megan looked almost offended at her superior's words, taking it as a sort of criticism of her skill.

"yeah, whatever. i just promised her that lara would be here for a familiar face or something like that." megan disregarded her own words, eyes darting down to her phone to check for any calls or messages. she had been doing that a lot lately, and it made the always-so-observant sophia raise her eyebrows here and there.

"you sure you're not like... interested in this girl, megan?" the filipina, mid popcorn grab, looked over to see megan staring back at her, eyes slightly bulged, and she was doing her trademark nervous lip nibble. "don't go all crazy now, I'm just asking. you seem a lot more attentive this time around, and look at what you're wearing."

"don't get it twisted," was all that megan could murmur before moving from the couch into the kitchen area, earning a short laugh from sophia. the filipina became glued to the tv, remote in hand, as she searched for the movie on prime when the familiar ring of the doorbell sounded out.

"got it!" the president shouted out, moving to stand up when a blur of brown and pink hair zoomed out of the kitchen from her peripherals. "no, i do!"

from outside, you could only hear murmurs. your palms were slightly sweaty from nerves—it wasn't solely because you were about to be around some of d.a. university's most notable sorority girls, but also because you were naturally nervous in new social situations—while you spared looks behind you. yoonchae was gracious as to walk you to the house, finding it near the more secluded library on campus where she could study.

her last remark of, "just remember that i'm nearby if you need an out," helped ease your mind, not being spared of any more self-thoughts before the door to the house swung open. you locked eyes with megan, the girl sporting a silky tight top with her push-up bra peeking out and skimpy shorts that barely met the line to cover her ass. though unbeknownst to you, the outfit was planned for the idea of you raking your gaze over her body.

and unfortunately for you, your eyes ended up betraying you.

the girl only bit her lip, moving with the door to the side. "come in, yeah?"

megan, just moments before in the kitchen, had alerted the other girls to your soon arrival. that's why, with a few steps into the house, you found five pairs of eyes staring right back at you. lara was already walking up to you with a pep in her step, embracing you in a short hug for the sole purpose of whispering in your ear, "there's no genuine way you agreed to coming."

with just a short look around, it appeared that you may have been overdressed. with megan's outfit and the other girls' mostly pink shorts, tight shirts, and overall sleepwear, your jeans with a spiderman tee and a long-sleeved undershirt stood out amongst the rest, and you nearly despised standing out.

you were urged to sit on the couch by lara, the girl directing you to a middle seat. she found comfort on your left that you mentally thanked her for, whilst megan was quick to plop down on your right. sophia, the most observant, shared a look from lara from where she found herself again on the solo chair—maybe you should create space between yourself and whatever megan has planned.

lara scooched herself away from you a little when you weren't looking.

and while lara moved away, megan was sly in her movements to move closer to you when the opening credits of the movie began, and the familiar shushing of sophia to everyone rang out. her teeth were tucked into her lip, fighting a grin when she felt the familiar breeze of the air-conditioner start to send goosebumps into her skin, a mere five minutes into the movie.

"who left the ac on? it's cold as balls in here now." manon let out the biggest groan of death and despair, being forced to move from her comfortable position on the other side of the couch to grab a blanket out from a nearby shared closet to cover herself and daniela. lara, then sophia collectively got up, sophia also peering into the closet while lara went upstairs to grab her own blanket from her bed.

fighting off her grin, megan turned to you, raking over your torso and your face. "are you cold?" now, she knew you weren't just based off of your clothes, finding your legs and arms clothed over, unlike the girls and their apparent competition to see who could show off the most skin.

and megan was the winner.

"er.. no-"

"don't worry, i'll get a blanket." and the presence by you was gone, megan lurking in the closet after sophia before pulling out a blanket of a decent size. back on the couch, she placed it over the two of you, using the excuse of, "it's not that long," to close the distance between you. her thigh was now brushing against the denim of your jeans, unclothed shoulder (aside from her bra strap) rubbing against the cheap cotton of your spidey shirt, and her hand tucked between the skin of her thighs, waiting for the right moment.

it was a short while later in the movie—when everyone else was entranced by the scene of edward preventing the car from hitting bella—that megan's hand lurked away from her own thigh and onto yours.

your eyes widened a bit at the contact, gaze shooting down to your covered thigh from the blanket, and her hand lurking underneath. you let out a short gulp—this was already past your comfort zone—and you turned to megan, whose attention was fully directed to the movie. edward was now gone and everyone was swarmed around bella.

your body became stiff under her touch, and a sense of dread came over you when she started to rub up and down your thigh. her fingers were featherlight against the roughness of your jeans, ranging down to ghost over your knee and up to your pelvis, making you gulp as you tried to lay your mind elsewhere. the last thing you needed to do was get hard off of just thigh touches.

"megan..." you whispered, loud enough for the girl to hear from beside you, but low enough to where nobody else could hear. she sent you a look of, "hm?" in the way of acting oblivious to her actions. "stop."

"stop what? i'm not doing anything wrong." her touch became even friendlier, fingertips roaming the inside of your thigh from down to the side of your knee and up to where she can feel the heat start to radiate from your crotch.

"i-if you don't stop... i'm gonna leave." your supposed threat almost came out as a whimper when ghosting fingertips turned into her palm kneading the inside of your thigh. you were still hyperaware of your surroundings—sophia, daniela, and manon had their eyes glued to the movie while lara, who had seen it about a billion times, was faced away from you on your left side, eyes glued to her phone and texting like a madman.

megan's face, now focused on you, came closer to your distraught one. "then get up and leave, say bye to everybody with that blush on your face and that tent in your pants that i caused." and as soon as she said it, her palm came up from the inside of your thigh to rest on your erecting dick being restrained by your pants. your hips pushed inward, settling a surprise to you. you had been so caught up trying to put your mind elsewhere as to not get hard, that you failed to realize that you got hard anyway.

"it's a naaaaatural reaction." you managed to choke out, hips digging deeper inward when she applied pressure. "natural reaction or not, how are you gonna fix it, hm? go into the bathroom and deal with it yourself?"

you nodded.

megan's side was now fully pressed up against yours, down to her face being close enough to tickle your neck with her breath that arguably made you even harder. "well now, when your hand is around your dick and your eyes are shut, and your mind is begging for release, my face is gonna be in your mind-"

her fingers closed around the large bump in your pants, still fully clothed, and you let out a disgruntled groan that you covered with a cough.

"-and that's what's gonna send you over the edge, my face in your thoughts while your dick is pumping out cum that could be going into me."

"so let me help you with what i've caused." megan's free hand moved to fix the blanket further over you two to ensure security, before fastening off your belt buckle in a few swift movements that left you perplexed.

"wha- here?" your voice was hastened, looking around to megan's fellow sorority sisters. you were sure the last thing they wanted was an uncalled-for show. but despite your concern, you made no move to prevent the girl from unbuttoning your jeans and pulling down your zipper. it only made her chuckle. "yeah, so be quiet."

manon, clearly comforted in her position laid over daniela's stomach, was knocked out cold despite being barely 30 minutes into the movie. sophia made no move to contact the girls, eyes still locked on the movie while she sat comfortably on the lounge chair. lara had moved by this point, faced away from you and megan and lying down while still on her phone.

the fly of your jeans was now wide open, and your legs were spread further apart, done so unknowingly by you. megan had no intention of taking it slow with you, however, and was quick to pull down your plaid boxers and see the silhouette of your cock springing out against the blanket. the girl, with a quick look around to her distracted sisters, pulled the blanket down far enough to watch your cock—long, hard, and most importantly, fiercely red with a leaking tip—spring up and hit your shirt, the cloth of where your tip hit your shirt becoming a wet patch with your precum.

wow, that girl who made the reddit post was not lying in the slightest.

"megannn." your voice came out as a whimper this time, quick to pull the blanket back over your aching dick. just one look in your direction, and the girls would see your cock out on display; the idea of that frightened you, no matter how badly you wanted megan to just do something.

"if you want me to touch you, then we do it my way." megan's voice was stern, as though your reluctance ticked her off a little because she couldn't wait any longer either. her hand came back up to pull the blanket down once more, watching your cock spring up yet again despite your fright. your dick stood tall and proud, as though it was the most sacred thing ever—which is was to an extent, given your slight inexperience—with tears of your precum dripping down your length. you were fully erect by now, your body itching for any form of contact to send you waves of pleasure, and the hold-off on that pleasure started to make you hurt.

megan brought her thumb up to your tip, pressing the pad of it over your tip, and fighting off a grin as she watched your eyes flutter closed at the contact. she swirled the pad of her thumb around your tip once before bringing it up to her lips, eye contact made with you when she stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it. she finally had you now.

she didn't need to spit on her hand or on your dick for any lubrication, you already had that covered with the way your tip leaked, done so with the images of you inside of megan or the girl sucking you bone dry until you couldn't take it anymore. she shuffled around slightly, head coming to rest on your pec while your arm snaked around her waist, and her hand reached out again. this time, with a gentle reminder from her to, "stay quiet," her hand closed around your cock from underneath your tip, and you let off a groan covered with your free hand.

megan's eyes darted continuously from your cock to the girls around her, ensuring that everyone else was distracted despite the darkness of the living room, before continuing. her hand moved up and down your length slowly, going about it in a soothing manner to relieve the pain that she knew you had been feeling. she knew when she pressed the pad of her thumb to your tip, the way your cock immediately ached under that small touch of hers.

you were pretty fit as is, being able to run a sub six-minute mile back when you did high school track, and yet you still became breathless at the slow pumping of your dick by megan's manicured hand. your hand began to grip at her waist, searching for some sort of stability while you struggled to not let out a whimper or moan of sorts. you settled for throwing your head back instead, trusting megan to keep a look out on the girls while her hand was busy making a mess of your cock, her pace slowly beginning to fasten. you had to remind yourself that just one look your way from any of the girls, and they had an interesting sight to see.

your grip on the girl's waist began to curl tighter, and the two of you both knew you were close. "already? i've barely gotten started." her sensual tone that teased you didn't help you out, ringing in your ears while your hips began to betray you by involuntarily bucking forward.

"me- mm... megan, i can't cum here." your head had thrusted forward, words being spoken into her hair while holding yourself back, although you couldn't any longer. at your words, she stopped her movement, hand still clamped around the base of your dick while she pulled her head up. you breathed a sigh of relief, scanning the area to see that lara had fallen asleep as well. you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, but two of her fingers pulled your chin back down to face her.

"why not?" her breath fanned your face, eyes boring into yours with a glint so provocative that you were surprised at her calmness.

"i- because i... i- ngh," you let out a shocked grunt when megan's head dove down, lips parted, to take you into her mouth. you immediately fisted your hand and shoved your knuckles in your mouth, biting down because the warmth of her mouth mixed with the smoothness of her tongue swirling around your tip made you want to cum right then and there.

she giggled lightly into your cock while she bobbed her head, the vibrations short-circuiting your brain as your hips began to twitch, and you found yourself edging your own body, trying to fight against release. "megan, i can't cum." you repeated, outlines of your veins in your neck and forearms beginning to show from how hard you were fighting.

megan let go of your dick with a low 'pop' sound, and you never felt more relieved yet dissatisfied at the same time. she faced you, drool beginning to dribble from her bottom lip, and her lips agape as she let out unsteady breaths. "tell me why."

"i do it... a lot."

megan's eyebrows furrowed, "do what a lot? jerk off? that doesn't make you any different from me or literally anyone else."

"i- no! i rarely... help myself out." you breathed deeply, trying to express your words while your dick continued to leak and ached so bad. "i... cum a lot... like almost too much sometimes."

it was a shy thing for you to admit, and it was the reason why you didn't tend to help yourself out much. you couldn't pull the old cum-in-a-sock method or do a 'quickie' in the bathroom, or when your roommate could walk in at any moment and see you in a cum-stained mess on your sheets and body. you thought it unfair that any girl would be afraid that you'd definitely get her pregnant—or the first and last time you did a random hookup, and you managed to leak out of your condom, scaring the girl and being forced to buy her a plan b when all she did was ride you.

but megan? megan, after some time searching your face for any lies, gave you a small grin. she turned to the girls, daniela now following manon's pursuit and falling asleep while sophia was still turned away, and lara remained in the same position as before. "button your pants and go up the stairs, they won't question anything. just wait for me."

you did as you were told, buttoning up your pants despite the hurtful straining of your dick and moving to circle the couch. lara only raised her head up slightly, seeing the back of you trail toward the stairs, and she let out a sigh before turning to megan. "don't scare her with whatever freaky shit you have going on, mei."

megan only nodded, removing the blanket from herself next before retreating up the stairs and finding you at the end. without a word, she took your hand and led you down the hall until you reached a room, the door slightly cracked open.

megan's room was... something. very pink, just like her hair streaks, with dolls and other figurines littering her bookshelves (that had no books on them). her vanity was messed up, makeup bottles and brushes scattered all over from earlier when she hurried to get ready for you, and her bed- her bed was soft, seeing as though you were being pushed onto it by her.

"what do you know how to do, hm?" she moved to sit over your laying frame, the skin of her ass brushing against your clothed, rock-hard dick, making you groan. "do you know how to finger pussy?"

you gulped, fighting between telling the truth and coming off as an inexperienced nerd, or lying and embarrassing yourself. you ended up with a shameful 'no' headshake, the girl only giggling at your reaction before pushing herself off of you. she moved to the top of her bed, cushioning herself onto her pillows before grabbing your arm and pulling you toward her.

the taste of her lips when she pulled you in was sweet; her tongue flavored like a strawberry milkshake, while her hands cradled either side of your head. kissing was the one thing you knew how to do—because it was all you could do—making out for hours on end with whatever girlfriend you had in high school and denying them when they'd try to put a hand in your pants. it's also what ended your relationships.

this marked the first strange act of megan—kissing you—because that wasn't something she normally did. she hated and rejected the boys she hooked up with, trying to kiss her, lips wet from their own spit, running their tongues over their lips so much that kissing them felt dirty, and not the good kind of dirty. but you? your lips were soft, lightly glazed over with chapstick and not beer-tainted spit, giving megan a taste of vanilla and raspberry that only made her engulf you further.

and so she had you there, on top of her, with your lips interlocked while she continued to pull you impossibly closer. your hands rested on her hips, curling your fingers inward into her skin whenever her pelvis brushed against your crotch. "not just yet, baby. i'm gonna teach you something valuable right now, yeah?"

megan pushed you down lightly, allowing her to sit herself up just a bit to where she could direct you. "you're way too big for me, so you have to help me out a bit, okay?" she put her thumb to your chin, rubbing lightly, and you nodded with glazed-over eyes peering at her. it made her giggle—something she was doing a lot around you—at the idea of you being sick of her yesterday, and today you were ready to follow her every command.

"take off my shorts baby." she rested herself on her elbows, legs spread a couple of inches, and you raised your hands out. you tugged at the hem of her thin shorts, pulling them down her legs and leaving them on the corner of her bed. you met the sight of her covered pussy, the cloth of her underwear soaked by her folds, and you watched megan wiggle her hips lightly in a teasing manner. it made your stomach tighten.

"pull them to the side." her voice rang in your ears again, referring to her underwear, to which you stretched your hand with trembling fingers, curling the top of the cloth with your pointer and thumb before pulling it into the crevice of her pussy and inner thigh.

megan's pussy was glistening with wetness, alarming the unspoken fact that her teasing you was making her own self wet with need. it made you gulp with nerves, given that this was the farthest you had ever gone with anybody. "what? never seen a pussy that isn't on a screen before?" and despite her exposure, her teasing never tired out.

her teasing, along with the thoughts circling your mind about being inside of her and making her feel so good, turned your face red, a light blush remaining on your cheeks. "now, here," megan grabbed your right hand, curling your other fingers into your palm while leaving your middle and ring fingers stretched out. without another word, she pulled your hand further up and took your fingers into her mouth, tongue swirling around them for what she called 'extra lubrication', although her drenched pussy was telling her otherwise that it wasn't necessary.

she did it for her own pleasure.

you were blushing even harder now, headspace in turmoil while you began to leak more, a wet patch starting to form on your jeans. she removed your fingers with an accentuated 'pop' this time, directing your hand lower and lower until your fingers were hovering right over her entrance. "slow... no need to give me any pain 'cause you're in a rush." she mentally rolled her eyes at her past experiences, hoping you'd listen.

and you did. with a short nudge of your slightly shaky fingers, they rubbed over her entrance, gracing a short mewl from her. you nudged your hand a little lighter, feeling the warmth of her start to consume your fingers the farther you continued, stopping when she told you to, and pushing deeper when she gave you the green light until you were knuckle deep inside. "oh god... just like that."

megan felt good, and not only that, but you were listening to her every word, and that only made her feel even better. "pull back slowly, but not all the way out." her voice came out in breaths, as though she was finally getting what she wanted, and her thighs clenched when you did exactly as told. you stopped retracting your hand at your finger creases. "continue that motion."

megan settled into her pillows, her head slightly thrown back and her knees starting to retract when you began to pump your fingers slowly, but it wasn't enough. your fingers were straight and not pushy, doing mere pokes at the spot that gave her ecstasy, and although she already felt good, she knew you could make her feel miles better.

"curl." was all she said, raising her hand up and doing a curling motion with her fingers. you didn't give off a nod or a verbal response, only surprising her with the feeling of your fingers curling inside of her with every pump. and there, you became reminded of a simple act you learned in high school health, learning about sex-ed, with everyone's bored minds dozing off elsewhere while you were the only one paying attention.

while curling your fingers with every pump of your hand, you pushed upward; megan let out a whine, one too whiny even for her liking, but there, you began to hit her sweet spot. "oh, like that- yes yes yes, don't stop. faster."

like a soldier, you followed her command, keeping your fingers curled and pushing upward while simultaneously beginning to fasten your pace. your fingers slid with ease, her own slick having outdone the spit on your fingers long ago, and every pump in led with a squelching sound that was a confirmation that you were doing things right.

"fuuuuck, baby... add a third finger, please." megan's legs were twitching, trying to close in, but your free hand kept them apart while you locked eyes with a surprised gaze. "are you sure?"

"you're bigger than three fingers... i'm sure." and with that, you managed a third finger inside, retreating to a slower pace but finding it unnecessary soon enough when megan began to buck her hips up. you continued on, pumping your fingers in and out to the point where the girl's slick began to dribble onto the palm of your hand, and you could tell megan was close with the way her thighs began to twitch and how she kept trying to close her legs.

but then her voice cut in with a, "st- stop, stop!" and you halted your movements immediately, her voice ringing out in a hurried tone, and you thought you had hurt her. you took your fingers out of her slowly and rested your wrist on her thigh, "wh- did i hurt you? i'm so sorry, i-i didn't mean to, i was just-"

"shh." megan shushed you, earning a frown from you, but all she did was grab you by your shirt collar and pull you into her, stealing another kiss from you. your glasses, still rimmed on your nose, bumped the bridge of her own nose lightly before you pulled away.

"you didn't do anything wrong, i just didn't want to cum right away, 'mkay?" she was quick in reassurance, locking eyes with you, and you merely nodded your head. she tapped your cheek once, then twice, chiming out, "you're cute, now take off your pants."

though your nerves tried to take over, you cleared your mind of thoughts. you unbuttoned your pants for the second time that night, pulling them down and fully off and letting them join megan's skimpy shorts at the end of the bed. there was a more prominent wet patch on your boxers, the area soaked, and a clear outline of your tip trying to fight through the cloth. "now take your boxers off. and your shirt."

for the billionth time that night, you did as you were told. your boxers came off, quick to separate them from your jeans and megan's shorts, placing the dirty fabric elsewhere. you took off your glasses, handing them to megan—who held out an outstretched hand for them—before pulling off your shirt in one go. your body was lean, a figure that could tell you worked out, but not one that says you abuse creatine and thought cardio was for gay people.

megan almost drooled.

you tossed your shirt into the pile, only realizing after you had looked down that you were now fully exposed to megan, whose own eyes were raking over your body. you gulped, trying to distract yourself from the intimacy of the moment by trying to grab your glasses, but instead of handing them over, megan proceeded to put them on.

she was going to ask you to fuck her with your glasses on.

"do you know how to do this?" her cheeky grin as she spoke those words already told you that she knew the answer, but alas, you spoke a simple, "no."

"why not, baby? you've been through hookups before, right?" her teasing lit a fire of torment inside of you, making you cough up the answers to situations you found too embarrassing to talk about. "i-i have but... uh, they usually did the work."

"poor you, you don't even know how to use your own cock then, right?" megan's grin was almost evil, eyes narrowed behind the lenses of your glasses, and you only swallowed your words. "speak."

"no." you answered almost immediately, and you found yourself beginning to feel insecure with every second you were in front of megan, bare. "then i'll guide you again. come here."

she urged you to come closer, her hands coming to rest on your waist and pulling you in, and you allowed her to. she angled you down slightly and grabbed your cock without a single warning, making you almost jump out of your bones at the feeling. your hands came to rest on her thighs as you found yourself between them, your own cock being controlled by megan's hand while she lined you up to her entrance. "w-wait, raw?"

"i don't have any condoms, baby, do you?" that was a complete lie; all she had to do was open up her bedside drawer, and there she'd have trojan boxes of all sizes for when her occasional shitty hookup would try to play the 'came unprepared' card. nevertheless, you shook your head, and she shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the world and continued, aligning you to where your tip was brushing against the skin of her hole.

"slow, honey, you're still too big." the name change between 'baby' to 'honey' made you lose control of your own mind further, along with the fact that she was indirectly complimenting your dick size. but you were excited, almost too excited for someone about to be taught how to properly hump a woman—something you should have already learned by now with a cock of your size.

"seriously, y/n, no need to feel shamed. but come on," lara chewed on her protein bar, speaking to you from outside the room. she found her dance class unfulfilling as a proper workout and dropped by your dorm room unannounced for the purpose of extending a gym invite, not thinking twice about not knocking and walking in to find you mid-change. more specifically, seeing you with your boxers mid-way down your legs and a fresh pair in your hand.

"how are you still a virgin?"

"could you say that any louder?!" you whisper-shrieked from inside your dorm room, quickly buttoning your pants and flattening out your shirt. "plus, you know i'm not a virgin."

"maybe not a virgin, but you definitely don't have the experience required to use that properly."

"thanks, sex wizard." you swung your door open, rolling your eyes at the smug look on lara's face before pushing past her, clearly embarrassed. she followed suit, speed walking to match your long strides with her bar still in hand. "seriously though, just one 'yes' from you and i can hook you up with somebody."

you let out a chuckle, scanning your campus id to enter through a door that was opposite to where lara was headed. "with one of your little sorority friends? no offense, but that's the lowest of the low."

"hey!"

"well, not you!" you were quick to clarify, all to the fact that lara was probably the only girl in Alpha Chi Omega whose room didn't stink of sex and sweat every other night. "just, don't talk about this."

"well then, let me ask you to start locking your door. it could've been yoonchae that walked in!"

it was funny, really, using sorority girls as an insult to your sexual morals, and yet you now found yourself hovering over the vice president of a sorority, completely naked. it set you in a short trance, quick to break from it only shortly after megan had rested her hands on your waist again. she was waiting for you to make a move, not complicit to the idea of having to repeat herself to someone of your character who was so obedient.

you let out a short breath, gripping the base of your dick to keep yourself aligned with megan before pushing in, eyes locked on hers with no intent of breaking contact. you watched how, with only the tip in, her mouth grew more agape by the second until you were halfway in and her eyes began to scrunch up. "keep going?" it was a simple ask that you didn't bat an eye at, but it had megan nodding profusely, and so you continued until you found yourself in an unfamiliar position—balls deep inside the vice president of the most popular sorority on campus.

"n-now... oh, fuck," the stretch that megan felt was delicious, one that had her salivating like a dog seeing meat. it was a new experience for her, feeling a stretch of pain and pleasure that she wouldn't admit to you even later, but it had her mind reeling in ways like never before. she knew that you were painfully hard, seeing the relief of finally being inside of her etched on your heavenly face, and yet you held back and continued to while you remained in her control.

it was something she adored.

megan steadied her breath, hands still locked on your hips, and her fingertips began to dig into your skin. "rock your hips back and forth. just like your fingers, don't pull out all the way." and so you followed, feeling the pull of her hands starting to guide you. your own hands remained on her thighs, plushy and smooth skin twitching underneath your fingertips, all the while you began to feel immense pleasure from a mere thrust.

you pulled back until your tip remained inside before pushing back in, feeling her slick walls warm your cock and grip you so well that it felt like heaven connecting your pelvis to hers again. "feels good, yeah?" megan was quick to laugh at the ecstasy etched on your face, eyes nearly crammed shut and your mouth let out shameless pants that you tried your hardest not to convert to moans.

you followed the motions from your fingers before, thrusting your hips forward and back in a steady pace that didn't break megan's barriers, but one that was embarrassingly quick to already start sending you over the edge. you should've figured that you wouldn't last long, fingertips beginning to dig crescent-shaped indents into megan's thighs, and your shameless pants turning into shameful whimpers as you tried to control the way your hips began to stutter.

"faster, baby, and hold it." megan's voice was high, a moan threatening to escape the depths of her throat from the steady pace you set, but she wanted more. she wanted more of your cock rubbing her walls deliciously and to see the struggle you'd endure from trying not to ejaculate inside of her. her commands made you whine, a noise that the girl enjoyed hearing a little too much, but you still followed through.

your pace grew faster, hips choosing to slam your dick into her cervix because you were unfamiliar with differentiating 'faster' from 'harder' and ended up doing both. but megan didn't mind it one bit, finding pleasure in the sudden rough pacing you set and forcing herself to capture her words from begging you to keep it up. your body had leaned forward, resting on top of megan's, and soon finding your bodies intimately intertwined.

this time was so much different from her other times. megan's had it rough before, but it was the painful kind of rough where the guy was doing it for his mere pleasure, then proceeding to get annoyed when she'd stop them because she couldn't get wet at all. megan was soaked when it came to you; however, with slick coating her inner thighs and all over your crotch. she was supposed to be the dominant one—the one in control of you and what you did—but with every thrust she endured, she could feel her care for dominance start to slip away.

the sounds ringing out in the room were beyond dirty. a mix of squelching sounds from your thrusts into her cunt, the pathetic gasps and whines you were letting out, and megan's mewls of pleasure and high-pitched yelps could be heard from a mile radius of the room. the only way megan's fellow sorority sisters could be oblivious to what was happening by this point is if they had earplugs in.

your hips were twitching like crazy by this point, your mind fogged with the feeling of megan's cunt so warm and drenched around you that you didn't care about embarrassment or noises anymore; it became evident with your desperate whines into the crook of her neck about how good she felt with your broad arms wrapped securely around her torso.

"megan... p-please." you had no shame in begging her. your muscles grew tired from holding yourself back from releasing, voluntarily edging yourself just until the girl below you could reach her own high. you continued on, "i can't hold it any longer."

"rub my clit, baby." she removed one of your arms that was secured around her, grabbing your hand with urgency and cramming it down into the space between you two. the feeling of your warm fingers rubbing her clit sent a jolt down her spine, and the small pit of heat that bellowed at the small of her stomach began to burn like crazy.

either way, it felt good. and she was getting closer.

"just like th- yes, fuck!" the coil in megan's stomach began to grow tighter with every rub of her clit from your fingers and every thrust of your cock right into her g-spot, and soon enough, the flat of her hands that rested on your back turned into arched fingers with nails digging deep crescent shapes that broke skin.

"don't stop, don't stop, do-" the coil within megan finally snapped, her vision blurring to stars and her hands scraping down your back, leaving claw marks. the signals—those of which were megan letting out the loudest ear-piercing moan and her cunt painfully squeezing your cock—were enough to send you toppling over the edge.

megan was in shock, coming down from arguably the best orgasm she's ever experienced, only to feel herself fill up with a new feeling. she calculated your groans into her neck, the way they prolonged even after her own high had already calmed. "megan..."

and that's when it struck her. that full feeling was of you—your cum, specifically—shooting into her in long, thick white ropes that painted her walls white with stickiness. your cheeks burned red from where your face remained in the crook of her neck, the intensity of the situation coming to a calm, and you found yourself in a state of embarrassment once more. you figured megan would do the same as your past hookup did before, push you off of her and freak out—maybe even kick you out.

however, megan? even with your cock still inside her, it felt like a filthy, sweaty paradise to have your cum slowly leaking out of her cunt while you were still deep inside, relishing a complete orgasm. she let out a breathy giggle, then another, while rubbing her hand over the blood-red claw marks she etched into your back, making you wince.

you made your move to push yourself up and pull your dick out of her, but megan was quick to stop you. she pushed you back down into the same position, your body lay over hers, and your face deep into her neck. "'mph, not yet." because she liked the feeling of being full of you, quite literally.

you didn't fight it—your orgasms usually took the soul out of you—and so you lay there in a pool of sweat and cum, falling victim to megan's manicured left hand soothing over your scalp and the other running along your back. it wasn't until you got your thoughts in order that reality truly struck you.

you were just taught how to have sex by the vice president of the university's most popular sorority, and now you were lying snug on top of her as she almost cradled you to sleep.

that was enough to get you up.

you were careful, though, as to pull out of her, and apologize for the wince she made when you pulled out completely. megan was sinfully stuffed with your cum, and though you looked away in shame, the girl herself couldn't be more content. "i don't know why you're ashamed."

"it's nasty."

"it's natural bodily fluid, there's nothing nasty about that." megan shot back, pulling you back to her once more to connect your lips, both stained with saliva, but megan didn't mind the sloppiness this time around. it gave you the chance to really look at her, to determine how she was thinking and how she was feeling. and instead of that sly grin that told you she got what she wanted, she shot you with a smile.

...

you hadn't talked to megan since that night, now two weeks ago, because you simply thought it was over. despite the intimacy of it all—the kisses she initiated, the way she held you close, and how she was the one to give you aftercare that night voluntarily—you hadn't texted her, and she hadn't done so either. "one and done," you told yourself, fearing that you overestimated the emotion of her actions when they meant nothing.

the girls did, in fact, become aware of what happened that night, lara shooting you texts the next morning teasing you relentlessly about it, and you didn't fail to notice the casual stare of sophia on you while you walked into the library for a study session, or the faint giggles of daniela and manon as you walked past them one morning on your way to class.

truth be told, however, megan couldn't get you out of her mind. she didn't have the advantage of your tutor position anymore, having failed professor murone's statistics exam and therefore had you removed as her tutor. she didn't make any progress either, seeing as she spent her time in his lectures staring at the back of your head while you actually did your work.

it was only seven p.m. on a saturday. you were waiting in your dorm room for yoonchae to come back from a night lab for a spiderman movie marathon, much to the koreans' dismay, when you got the message. you picked up your phone when you heard the ding, thinking it was yoonchae, when you read off megan's contact name instead.

the message was light, with no suggestive tones or emojis to indicate anything more than an extended hand asking for help, but you knew better. and unfortunately, you knew that not caving in would soon be regretted.

the room was dark except for the faint blue glow of the charger lights on danielas nightstand. you were in her bed again, it happened a lot lately. you’d fallen asleep watching a movie on her laptop this time. legs tangled with hers under the covers, and neither of you had bothered moving. she was on her back, one arm flung above her head, the other resting loose on her stomach. tiny sleep shorts and a tshirt that was probably yours, slipped up just enough to show the soft curve of her waist. her curls were a mess across the pillow, lips parted, breathing slow and even.

she looked so gorgeous it made your chest hurt. but your dick was throbbing so hard it was actually painful.

you laid on your side, facing her, the dream you’d just woken up from a couple minutes ago clinging onto you. daniela’s voice still echoed in your head, the way she whispered about how good you felt, how deep you were, how she needed every inch. you had woken up with your cock already aching and straining against the fabric of your sweatpants

you tried to ignore it. rolled onto your back, stared at the ceiling, counted your breaths. tried to think about anything else— literally anything. but it didn’t work.

“fuck” you whispered, barely a sound.

her body had shifted in her sleep, now curled on her side facing the wall. you told yourself you’d just get a little closer, just to feel her warmth. nothing more.

you slid over until your chest was almost touching her back, careful not to wake her. your hand hovered, then settled lightly on her hip. she sighed in her sleep, pressing back just a fraction, and the soft curve of her ass brushed right against your cock. you had to physically stop yourself from letting out a groan.

a minute passed with you just breathing her in, but your hips had a mind of their own. a tiny, helpless roll forward made the head of your cock nudge between her thighs, pressing right against the warm seam of her shorts. Your whole body tensed up, afraid of her waking up.

though, daniela didn’t wake up yet. she just let out another soft breath and shifted again, thighs parting the tiniest bit.

you couldn’t help it. you had to be inside her. just the tip, just to feel her, just for a second. you wouldn’t move. you’d be good.

gently hooking a finger into the waistband of her shorts, you eased them down just enough, along with her panties, until her bare pussy was exposed to the cool air. she was already a little wet— the sight made your mouth water and your cock leak another bead of precum.

you freed yourself from your boxers, thick and heavy and aching. the head was already slick. you lined up carefully, pressing the tip against her folds. she was soft and warm. you pushed in— just the head.

the stretch was perfect. tight, heat wrapped around you and you had to shove your face into the pillow to muffle the broken whimper that ripped out of you. fuck. she felt even better than the dream. you stayed there, barely inside. every throb of your cock made her flutter around you in her sleep. you didn’t thrust. you just… stayed inside her, letting her warmth pulse around the sensitive head while you tried not to lose your mind.

minutes passed like that. your hips gave the smallest, involuntary roll— just a tiny rock forward, and that was when she stirred.

daniela’s breath hitched. her lashes fluttered. you froze, dick still halfway buried, panic slamming into you 

“shit— dani, i’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “i didn’t mean to— i was just so fucking hard and i—”

her eyes cracked open, sleepy and dark. she blinked slow, like she was still half in a dream, to sleepy to even pick up what you just said. then she felt youstretching her open,  and her lips parted on a soft, surprised little “oh.”

you started to pull out immediately, face burning. “i’ll stop, i swear, i was just—”

her hand shot down, fingers wrapping weakly around your wrist before you could pull away. she stirred slowly, rolling onto her side to face you, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“don’t,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep and something warmer. “feels… feels good.”

you stilled. “yeah?”

she nodded, slow and lazy, hips shifting just enough to take you in again. a tiny whimper slipped out of her. “mmm… you’re so warm inside me. stay.”

your brain short-circuited. you slid the rest of the way in again. slow and careful. her eyes fluttered shut

“f-fuck, dani—” you breathed, forehead dropping to her shoulder.

she made this soft, needy sound in the back of her throat and wrapped one leg around your hip, pulling you closer. “move a little… please? just slow.”

you obeyed without thinking. gentle rolls of your hips, barely pulling out before sliding back in. the room was quiet except for the wet little sounds of you moving inside her and the soft, breathy whimpers you couldn’t hold back.

you feel so good,” she whined. “so deep… i didn’t know it would feel like this.”

you buried your face in her neck, kissing the warm skin there like you were scared to stop. “yeah? you like it? i was so fucking hard i couldn’t stop thinking about you.. i’m sorry, i know this is weird—”

“shh,” she cut you off with a shaky little moan, nails scratching lightly down your back. “don’t be sorry. it feels really good. you’re so thick… filling me up like this.”

you were both letting out little gasps and whines every time you sank back into her. her hips rolled up to meet yours, clumsy and desperate, like she couldn’t get enough. You kept the pace slow, letting her feel every single inch.

“dani… i’m not gonna last,” you whimpered against her throat, voice cracking. “you feel too perfect— i’ve wanted this for so long but i never thought—”

“inside,” she gasped, tilting her hips up again. “please… i want to feel it.”

that was all it took.

you buried yourself as deep as you could go and came with a shaky, muffled cry into her shoulder. thick, warm spurts pulsed inside her, again and again, until you were trembling and oversensitive and still rocking into her in tiny, helpless movements. daniela whined softly, clenching around you through it, milking every last drop like she needed it just as bad.

you didn’t pull out, you stayed buried to the hilt, both of you panting, bodies sticky with sweat and cum. she nuzzled into your neck, pressing lazy kisses there while you tried to catch your breath.

“stay like this,” she whispered, already sounding half-asleep again. “don’t wanna feel empty yet.. feels too good.”

you nodded, too blissed out to speak. you shifted just enough to pull the covers back over both of you, still connected, still soft and warm inside her. her leg stayed hooked over your hip. your hand found hers under the pillow and you laced your fingers together without thinking.

the last thing you felt before you drifted off was her pressing a sleepy kiss to your jaw and murmuring, “we should… probably talk about this in the morning.”

you fell asleep with your cock still tucked deep inside her, you’d deal with the mess of  whatever this was later.

a/n: when does posting on here get less scary….. also i’m 99% sure that ending isn’t safe irl whatsoever but it’s about the vision i guess.

the practice room feels electric tonight.

the choreographer just left after a brutal 4 hour session, yelling 'clean it up tomorrow!' before slamming the door. the lights are dimmed to the emergency strips, casting long blue shadows across the mirrors.

only you and daniela remain.

the new choreo is filthy—slow, sensual, extremely close contact. you’ve been paired with daniela for the center section because you’re tall, strong, and can lift her during the lift.

the song is dark, sultry r&b with heavy bass. every move is intimate. body rolls, hip isolations, hands sliding down waists, thighs pressing between thighs, chests brushing, lips almost touching.

you’re already nervous.

daniela is in a black sports bra and very low rise leggings that sit below her hips. sweat glistens on her collarbones and abs.

she looks at you through the mirror, eyes dark, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.

“ready?” she asks, voice low.

you nod, throat dry.

the music starts.

from the very first beat, she’s on you.

she presses her back against your front during the opening, rolling her hips slow and deep, grinding her ass directly against your crotch. you feel her heat through the thin fabric.

your cock twitches instantly. she notices and pushes back harder, rolling in a slow figure-eight that makes your breath hitch.

during the drop, she turns to face you, hands sliding up your chest, nails grazing your skin under your tank top. she leans in so close her lips brush your ear.

“you’re getting hard already?” she whispers, voice dripping with amusement. “we’re only 30 seconds in.”

your face burns.

your cock is now fully hard, straining painfully against your sweats, visibly tenting.

she feels it—presses her thigh between your legs, grinding against your bulge on purpose while doing a body roll.

every move after that feels like torture.

she grinds on you during the chorus.

she lets her hand ( totally not on purpose ) brush your erection multiple times. during the bridge, she drops low in front of you, face inches from your crotch, looking up with those dark eyes while rolling her body up slowly, lips parted.

you’re leaking pre-cum into your boxers, cock throbbing so hard it hurts.

by the final pose, her back to your front, your hand possessively on her waist, both of you breathing hard—she subtly grinds her ass back against your cock one last time, slow and filthy.

the music cuts.

you’re panting, sweating, painfully hard. daniela turns slowly to face you, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

she doesn’t say a word.

she just grabs your wrist, pulls you across the room toward the small storage closet at the back, and pushes you against the wall.

the storage room door barely clicks shut before daniela drops to her knees in front of you.

“you’ve been hard for me for the last forty minutes,” she says, voice low and rough. “now you’re gonna let me take care of it.”

she drops to her knees, yanks your sweats and boxers down in one rough motion.

your cock springs free. thick, pre-cum dripping steadily from the tip. she licks her lips. “fuck… look at you,” she breathes. “so fucking hard just from dancing with me.” you can’t answer. your cock twitches hard under her gaze.

she wraps one hand around the base, her fingers don’t even meet and gives you one firm stroke. you groan, hips jerking forward. she smirks knowing what she can do with you.

“so sensitive already huh?” she teases. “poor baby. all that dancing with me pressed up against you… must’ve been torture.”

before you can beg, she leans in and takes you into her mouth.

the heat is immediate. she doesn’t start slow—she sinks down halfway in one smooth motion, lips stretching around your girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside.

you moan loudly, one hand flying to the wall for balance, the other tangling in her hair.

she hums around you, the vibration shooting straight to your balls. then she starts moving— deep bobs, taking more of you each time until her nose is brushing your pelvis.

she gags softly when you hit the back of her throat but doesn’t pull off. instead she swallows around you, throat fluttering, eyes watering but locked on yours the whole time.

“fuck, daniela—” you choke out.

she pulls off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock. her hand strokes you fast, slick and messy.

“you’re so fucking big,” she says, voice hoarse. “i can barely take all of you… but i’m gonna try.”

she dives back down—messier this time. spit drips from the corners of her mouth, runs down your shaft, coats your balls.

she sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulls back. the sounds are obscene—wet slurping, gagging, her soft moans vibrating around your cock.

you’re shaking. your thighs tremble. you can feel yourself getting dangerously close already.

“daniela, wait—i-i’m gonna—!”

she pulls off suddenly, hand still stroking you slowly.

her lips are swollen, shiny with spit, a thin string of saliva still connecting her to your tip.

“not yet,” she says, voice low and commanding. “you don’t get to cum until i say so.”

you whimper—actually whimper—hips twitching desperately.

she stands up, shoves her leggings and panties down in one motion, kicking them aside.

she’s soaked. her pussy glistening, clit swollen and peeking out. she turns around, bends over the stack of mats, ass up, back arched perfectly.

she looks over her shoulder at you, eyes dark.

“fuck me.”

you step forward, grip her hips, and push in and letting her feel every inch. she moans loud, head dropping forward, fingers gripping the mats.

“god—yes... fill me up baby...”

you bottom out, hips pressed flush against her ass, and still for a second—savoring how tight and hot she is.

then you start moving, deep thrusts that make her gasp every time you bottom out.

but daniela isn’t satisfied with slow.

“harder,” she demands, pushing back against you. “don’t be gentle. fuck me like you mean it.”

your grip on her hips tightens, and you start pounding into her, but harder, faster, and deeper. the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the small room.

she cries out, back arching deeper, ass bouncing with every thrust.

“fuck! yes—right there, j-just right there—!” she moans, voice breaking. “don’t stop! oh! harder—give it to me!”

you rail her. relentless, cock slamming into her over and over, balls slapping her clit.

she’s soaking, wetness dripping down your thighs. her pussy clenches around you like a vice, trying to pull you deeper.

you reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough. she sobs, thighs shaking violently.

“i’m gonna cum—” she gasps. “don’t stop. please don’t stop—”

you keep pounding, fingers working her clit, until she shatters, screaming your name, pussy spasming hard around your cock, gushing wet and hot.

you fuck her through it, deep and rough, until her legs give out.

you pull out, flip her onto her back on the mats, and push back inside in one thrust. she moans loudly, legs wrapping around your waist.

“fill me,” she begs, eyes locked on yours. “cmon' d-don't be a pussy.”

you thrust deep one last time and come hard.

thick fluids flooding her, spilling deep inside her pussy. she moans at the feeling, clenching around you, milking every drop.

you collapse on her shoulder, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat. she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer, kissing your neck softly.

“fuck…” she whispers, voice hoarse. “that was so good.”

you smile against her skin, still buried inside her, heart racing.

“y-yeah. it was.” she laughs breathlessly, then kisses you playing with your tongue.

“next time,” she murmurs against your lips, “we’re doing this in my room. i want to take my time with you.”

you groan softly.

you’re already looking forward to it.