#meizini

she had met the man, mr. l/n, when she was a little kid, and she faintly remembered him having a kid around her age, not that she could remember anything more than that.

“daniela, when we get there, you must show mr. l/n respect, ok?” her father said, stern, his hands gripping the wheel of his bmw suv tightly. 

“but dad—“ she started to protest before he cut her off.

“ah, ah, ah. i don’t wanna hear it, young lady, you’re lucky enough that your mother and i aren’t sending you to military school. or something” before he could lecture her any farther, he was turning the truck down a worn gravel road.

dust flew up with each slow movement of his tires, and he’d definitely have to get it cleaned to get the dirt now clinging to his shiny black paint job off.

“but dad—“ you started, to which you were promptly cut off.

“look, it ain’t your fault she’s coming here, ok? but i told mr. avanzini we’d take care of his daughter”

“but don’t you remember, when we were kids, she used to take my hat and throw it in the dirt just ‘cause i called her pretty?” you tried to remind your father, now somewhat scared to meet this girl you hadn’t seen since you were about 9 years old.

he chuckled, patted your back, and looked out the window. “they’re here, best be polite to ‘em, you hear me?”

“yes dad”

the two of you walked out front of the country house. it was two stories and white with pale blue shutters around each window, the paint fresh since you had redone it about 3 months ago, simply because you were bored. you step onto the wraparound wooden porch with a soft thud of your boots, making your way to the top of the gravel driveway just in time to see a fancy car pull in.

you take your hat off out of respect, and the moment that door swings open, your hat falls to the ground.

you had been expecting some mean looking girl with frizzy curls and a bright red dress, because that’s exactly what she looked like last time she met you.

what you weren’t expecting was…. this.

daniela stepped out of the car, each curl meticulously coiled and laid upon her shoulders in a way that looked effortless but must’ve taken hours. 

she had dressed for the occasion, or at least had tried to— she wore designer knee high boots, the smallest light wash jean shorts you’ve ever seen, and a white baby tee that barely covered her chest, something written on it in red rhinestones.

she pulled her sunglasses off, placing them on top of her head as she looked around. you took her in, noticing how tall the heel of her boots were, meaning she’s probably a lot shorter than you are even with her shoes on. 

you didn’t have long to look at her before you were snapped back to reality by her scoff, reminding you to pick up your fallen hat.

“dad, this is funny, i get it, i fucked up, lets go home now” she said, clearly thinking this was some kind of joke.

her father stayed silent, walking around the trunk of the car and opening it to pull out her louis vuitton suitcases. 

“daniela, come help with these” 

she walked over, each step planned and perfect, her head held high. by the time he had helped her bring her luggage to the porch, with the exception of the one small duffel she was holding, you were being engulfed in a bear hug.

you pat mr. avanzini’s back awkwardly as he yammered on about how much you’ve grown up, and then luckily, his attention shifted to your father and they were already walking off to go have a look around.

you watched them head off until you felt something being pressed into your chest.

you looked forwards and saw daniela giving you her duffel bag, letting go the moment your arms reached to steady it. 

“don’t drop it” was the only thing she said before walking into your house, the heels of her fancy boots clicking on the wooden floors.

you stand there, dumfounded and holding her bag, which was way heavier than it looked.

after a few paces she turns back to you, rolls her eyes, and says “are you gonna show me around or what? cmon farm girl, i don’t have all day”

the next morning, she comes down around noon when you’re already having your lunch, your boots dusty from the horses.

her curls fall over her shoulders in ringlets, messy but somehow still perfect. she was in a white tank top that made it obvious she had no bra on under and a pair of sleep shorts that barely covered her ass.

you do what you can to restrain yourself from looking, trying to stop the blood from rushing straight down to your dick as you look at your plate, which is empty apart from the crumbs.

“i was hoping you’d be up soon” you say with a smile, trying your best to treat her kindly because, at the end of the day, she was gonna be here. for a while. 

“the horses are about ready, if you’d like to go for a ride” you tell her, standing to wash your plate off in the sink.

she scoffs, a sound you’ve become familiar with in the past 24 hours. “isn’t there anything better to do around here? like a mall or something?”

“the closest mall is about an hour away… and it’s more of a… collection of stores along the side of the road” you answer.

she groans in annoyance, sitting down in one of the chairs at the dining table. 

“if you wanna get dressed, i was serious about taking you out with the horses” you offer again, a part of you hoping she’d say yes.

“absolutely” daniela says, smiling in a way that’s too good to be true.

“really?” you say, face lighting up in excitement

“yeah, when hell freezes over!” she says in that same cheery voice with the fake smile before grabbing her phone and heading back up the stairs.

it takes her about a week to finally give in.

you were outside, brushing the sides of your favorite horse. he was brown with white around her hooves, and a light colored mane and tail. you had just finished doing the other 3 horses, so you were sweating and your boots were already dirty.

you were in some old white t shirt that was a lot closer to being cream now, and a pair of dark wash jeans that were tattered at the ends, a red worn baseball hat on top of your head.

your father had announced he was going into town for the day and would be back tomorrow, something about one of his friends visiting, so the house was empty and daniela was bored. 

she walked in, wearing a pair of flare jeans with a flannel top that was tied in the middle of her chest over a white crop top, and announced herself with a simple “god, it stinks in here”

“that would be the horse shit” you answer, not taking your eyes off the brush or bothering to turn and see her, assuming she was here to bother or tease you like usual.

“how do you even ride one of those?” daniela asks with a scoff, trying to sound less interested than she is. 

“why, you interested?”

you smiled, finally turning to see her, your eyes raking up and down her body subconsciously.

she leaned back against the stall door, the fabric over her chest stretching tighter, and she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t checking you out either.

the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed dryly from just the sight of her, a reaction she was used to from the people she interacted with at school but somehow felt different coming from you. the way your hands were splayed over the brush, the sleeves on your arm clinging to the muscle there, the sweat dripping off your temple…

“it can’t be that hard, can it?” she finally said when she was done looking you over.

“i can teach you” you say, genuinely getting excited again though mentally preparing yourself to get shot down like usual.

“ok”

“look, i know you think horses are— wait, what?” you say, freezing and nearly dropping the brush.

“i said ok, it’s not like i just told you that you won the lottery or something, relax” she rolls her eyes and starts walking to you behind the horse.

“woah, woah, woah! rule one, never do that!” you say, quickly pulling her away from the back so that she doesn’t get kicked. 

you guide the horse out of the stall, hitching it to the post outside the barn as you lay the saddle pad and then the actual saddle. 

you grab the stool from the corner of the room and position it next to the side of the horse, offering her your hand that wasn’t holding the horse.

she reluctantly steps forwards, putting her hand in yours as she steps up the stool. her mind goes fuzzy for a moment, thinking about nothing other than the way your hand felt against hers— large and calloused and warm— until she’s snapped out of it by you saying “you have to take another step to get on the horse”

by the time she’s finally on, you undo the tie and kick the stool aside, swinging yourself onto the horse effortlessly, sitting behind her. you have the reins in your hands, making your arms brush against her sides with each adjustment you guide the horse to do.

the horse starts moving, faster than daniela had anticipated, causing her to lean back into you without meaning to.

she tries to ignore the weird feeling in her stomach as you go, attempting to focus on the dirt on your arms instead, but her mind keeps drifting to the fact that she actually likes the feeling of you close to her like this.

you lead the horse through the trees that start at the edge of your fields, and she hates the way her hands rest over your forearms, tightening every time the horse jolts or steps on a rock.

after about what felt like an eternity for her but was really 20 minutes, you reach a small river and stop for the horse to drink.

you dismount, then help her off and tie him to a tree. you kneel next to the river, dipping your hands in and bringing some to your face to wash off the sweat, sighing in relief of the cool water.

“cmhere” you say with a small laugh, head turning to face her.

“absolutely not” she says, though she can’t fight the smile tugging onto the corners of her lips.

“it feels good, i promise” you say, smiling, and using one of the rocks for leverage to stand.

you offer her your hand, and just as she’s about to take it, you slip.

it happens so quickly, the fall, the splash, your cry of pain.

and just as fast as it happened, she’s running over. daniela forgets her nice clothes and the fact that she’s supposed to hate you and steps into the edge of the river.

you start righting your body, but it’s clear you’re in pain, your hand clutching your wrist.

she reaches for you, her small hands finding their way to your waist in an attempt to steady you. “y/n, are you ok?” she says, helping you out of the water, her voice distressed as she guides you to sit on the ground underneath a tree.

you wince before saying “i’m fine, promise”

“don’t lie to me, i can see you’re in pain” she says, crossing her arms as she kneels next to you. her voice softens before she adds “please, let me help”

your eyes meet hers and see something you’ve never seen before— gentleness and care, and you almost can’t believe that daniela actually cares about you. you give her your hand, and she holds it tenderly, and still you hiss with pain.

“i can still ride, let’s just” another wince “let’s just get home, ok? we can take care of it there”

the moment you two step in the house, she drags you up to your bedroom and pushes you gently by the shoulders to sit on the edge of your bed.

you don’t protest, too dazed from the way she’s handling you to care.

she comes back with a wrap from the first aid box you keep in the kitchen and begins wrapping it from the base of your wrist up your hand and back down, fastening it with a pin.

“do you think it’s broken or something?” she asks, standing between your legs as you stay seated.

“no, it just feels sprained” you pause, flexing your wrist and then immediately wince at the action, regretting your movements “pretty badly though”

“you ok?” she asks, softer than before.

“mhm” you say, eyes fighting to stay on your hand instead of her.

she tilts your chin to force you to look at her, not hard, but enough that you understand she’s serious.

“look at me” her nails press into your jaw, not intentionally or painfully, but you feel it. “why are you being so weird?” she mumbles, eyes searching yours.

you swallow as she stares at you, trying to will all the blood in your body to stop from rushing straight downwards, but it’s no use.

her eyes follow the column of your throat as you swallow and continue downwards until they land on the crotch of your jeans. 

“oh” she whispers, a smile forming on her face, but it’s not like the ones you’ve seen before— the ones that signal her about to cause trouble or do something, this is a genuine one.

daniela’s hand moves to fully cup your cheek now, her other one resting on your shoulder as she looks into your eyes once more. 

your face is red now, the heat creeping from the tips of your ears down your neck.

“is that from me?” she whispers, her voice lower with something that you can’t seem to understand— desire?

you look away from her eyes but nod, blushing even more if that was possible.

she turns your face back to her “i thought i made it clear i wanted you to look at me”

your eyes meet hers once more and she notices the way you look at her. she had always assumed it was just physical attraction, like the way everyone else used to look at her, but she sees genuine care in you.

she moves both her hands to your shoulders and then straddles you, her pristine jeans brushing against your dirty ones, and your brain short circuits, hands hovering in the air awkwardly.

her fingers move to play with the hair at the nape of your neck as she leans in, breath fanning across your lips as she whispers “you’ve never done this before, have you?

you shake your head no.

she uses one hand to guide yours to her waist, and you wince as your sprained wrist touches her skin. 

“shit, i forgot, are you ok?” she says, snapped out of her mood and now worried about you.

“i’m fine” you say softly, hands resting on her waist fully now, even though it hurts a little bit.

“if you’re hurt, we don’t have to—“ she starts, then cuts herself off mid sentence “oh my god, how did i forget? god, your hand, i—“

“dani” you say softly, and your voice brings her out of her ramble “i’m fine, i promise”

you tentatively rest your forehead against hers “i’m ok” you whisper.

your eyes are shut, and you’re so close she can feel each breath and beat of your heart. before she can overthink it, she presses a featherlight kiss to your lips.

you don’t move your lips, unsure what to do, but your fingers curl into her skin.

she keeps her lips pressed against yours, soft and still, until you pull her closer by the waist.

daniela’s hands tangle in your hair as she starts to move her lips against yours, and you clumsily reciprocate.

if she wasn’t so insanely attracted to you, not just in this moment but in general, mixed with the way she cares about you, she’d probably stop you and correct your technique, but she couldn’t care less in this moment.

she licks your bottom lip, then gently moves her tongue into your mouth. you let out a low groan at the feeling and pull her impossibly closer, her clothed core pressing against the buckle of your belt.

she pulls away, gasping for air.

“was i… did i do it right?” you whisper, breathless and holding her close.

“fuck, you--" she takes a deep breath, trying to act like the consistent pressure of you holding her onto your belt buckle without meaning to combined with the feeling of you hard underneath her isn’t driving her crazy.

“dani?” you say softly, releasing your grip a bit as you start to worry.

“just kiss me” she mumbles, kissing her again as she presses closer, trying to signal you to hold her tighter again.

somehow her signal gets through to you, and you hold her close.

she grinds down onto you, and both of you moan at the sensation. she keeps rubbing herself over your buckle, the metal pressing up against her clit through her jeans.

you forget the sprained wrist you have and gently help her move on you, your strength making it almost effortless. she relaxes into your touch, trusting you fully as your tongue explores her mouth with inexperience.

she feels a little guilty, knowing she should be taking care of you, but lets you continue, knowing how pent up she’s been since she got here over a week ago.

you’re stronger than you think you are, so you’re pulling her onto the belt with so much pressure it makes her dizzy in the best way possible.

after a few more of these movements, her thighs start to shake and she grips your shoulders, breaking the kiss.

“don’t stop, please, don’t stop” she moans against your lips, head falling back as she trusts you to make her feel good.

you’re eager to please her, so you follow her words and don’t stop, until she cries out, body tensing, and she cums in her pants.

her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving marks as she grips you like her life depends on it.

she falls limp in your arms, and you release your hold on her waist, wrapping your arms around her instead to hug her.

you ignore the wetness seeping through her jeans onto yours, holding her close and gently stroking her back as she calms down.

once she’s stable enough, she pulls her head back a bit to look at you. you’re sweating a bit, cheeks flushed, a small but proud smile on your lips.

she can’t resist you, pressing another kiss to your lips simply because she can. “you’re cute, you know that?” she whispers, fingers tracing your chest.

you nuzzle into her neck, holding her close, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of it.

her hand trails down your chest to your stomach to rest at the top of your jeans.

“you don’t have to” you whisper, nuzzling closer. “i know you’re tired”

“i want to” she replies, kissing the top of your head “can i?”

“yeah” you mumble into her neck.

her fingers gently unbuckle your belt, then undo the button of your jeans, and then the zipper.

“lift your hips” she says gently, and you do, helping her get your pants down to your ankles, leaving you in your boxers.

she kisses you, softly this time, and her hands toy with the hem of your shirt before tugging on it, silently telling you that she wants it off. 

you break the kiss, pulling it over your head. her lips attach to yours again as her nails gently scrape down your hard stomach, and one of your hands gently moves to her shirt.

“can i?” you whisper, and she nods, pulling back.

she takes the flannel off first and then the crop top, leaving her in a lacy white bra that contrasts with her tanned skin. your breath hitches, and you gently bring one hand up. she nods at you for consent, and your hand cups her boob tentatively.

“that’s it, baby” she murmurs, pressing her lips to yours again before pulling your boxers down enough to free your length.

her hand wraps around the base, slowly pumping it once. you let out a low groan, head immediately dropping to rest on her shoulder as she strokes you.

you squeeze her hip with one hand, the other still on her boob. you try to adjust to the feeling of a hand other than your own on your length as she pumps a few more times, thumb moving to spread the precum that’s leaking out of your slit.

“you’re bigger than i thought you’d be” she says softly, her other hand in your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “my poor baby doesn’t know what to do with it, huh?” she coos.

you nod weakly, moaning into her shoulder as her thumb presses your slit.

“don’t worry, baby, we have all summer, ok?” she kisses the top of your head as her hand speeds up.

“dani, i’m close” you whisper into her neck, mixed with another groan. the coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as you try to hold yourself back, embarrassed to be so close to cumming in such a short amount of time.

“already?” she says, laughing softly. “it’s ok, baby, i like knowing that i affect you this much”

you hide your burning face even more in her shoulder as she feels your cock twitch in her hands.

“you wanna cum, baby? go ahead” 

that’s all it takes to push you over the edge you had been teetering on, your vision whiting out at the sides as you groan, low and loud, face pressing into her shoulder as you spill ropes of cum onto her hand and your stomach.

“fuck dani” you groan as she pumps you through it, both hands now on her waist to squeeze as the blissful feeling takes over your body.

she pulls your face out of her neck and presses gentle kisses to your sweaty temple and flushed cheeks.

“thank you” you whisper, repeating it over and over again as you finally come down from your high.

“no need to thank me” she says softly, scratching your scalp softly again, her cum covered hand resting on your thigh.

“how long are you staying with us?” you murmur softly, not letting go of her waist as you hug her close.

Your legs were wrapped around Daniela’s waist as she continued to thrust inside of you. Your ruined panties tied around your wrists, hands being held above your head by Megan.

“Yea, you like getting fucked dumb by her cock?”

Your lips were wrapped around the hardened bud of her nipple. Moaning against the skin of Megan’s breast, “Yes— s’fuck.”

Daniela’s full length stretched you out once more, gripping at your waist. She was so close to coming and you were too, clenching around her cock, desperately needing her.

"So greedy," Daniela moaned.

She took Daniela's mouth to hers, swallowing every moan that left the Latina.

She had pulled out just in time, her cum shooting along your inner thigh. Megan immediately filled the emptiness that Daniela left, fingering your sopping cunt.

Her fingers didn't let up, pushing you towards your 2nd orgasm.

Daniela had made her way to your mouth. Your whines vibrating against her while your thighs almost glued themselves shut around Megan's steady pace.

With a cry of her name, you felt the coil at the pit of your stomach finally snap.

And now it was Megan’s turn to get her fill. She lifted on of your legs, slotting in between them to form a scissoring position. She could feel your thigh twitch against her abdomen the moment your pussies touched.

“You can do it, this is what you wanted right?”

You nodded, fighting back tears. You’ve already came twice and your legs were starting to weaken at this point.

It was a sloppy mess, obscene noises of wetness and moaning. Finally catching a break after one last orgasm.

Taglist: @insomniacdanni

 It was movie night with your roommates. You watched the screen in front of you, the TV playing some random rom-com your roommate, Daniela, had picked on Netflix. 

30 minutes in, you were getting hungry. You stood up, your back now facing the TV. “Mm, I’m gonna get something to eat, you guys want anything?” You asked, running a hand through your flowy hair. “Nah, I’m good,” Daniela looked up at you, “Megan, what about you? You hungry?” She asked, looking at the ginger haired girl sitting across from her. Megan simply shook her head no, her thumb hovering across her phone screen.

You made your way over to the kitchen, skimming through the refrigerator until you found something appetizing enough. You picked up a bar of chocolate before closing the refrigerator door and then grabbing a soda out the freezer. 

As you made your way back, you set down your soda on the coffee table in front of you, opening the chocolate bar and taking a small bite out of it. You sat back down in the middle of the couch, almost being sandwiched between Megan and Daniela. You definitely weren't complaining.

“That taste any good?” Daniela asked, her eyes lingering on your lips for a little too long. You hum, looking into her dark pools of brown. “Mhm, You want some?” You bring the chocolate bar to her mouth, a small grin on your face. “Well, don’t mind if I do.” She takes a bite out of it, licking her lips after swallowing. 

At this point, the TV is completely abandoned, the movie in the background offering nothing but background noise. You set the chocolate down on the coffee table, laying back on the couch. Your hands wander, having one hand on each of your roommate’s thighs. A slight twitch ran through Megan’s body as you lay your hand on her thigh, a barely audible whine escaping her lips. 

As for Daniela, it's almost like she encouraged it, her own hand trapping your hand underneath it. You rested your head on the Latina’s shoulder, the three of you trying so hard to actually focus on the movie. You tilt your head up, looking up at Daniela. You move your head closer to hers, faces just inches away. 

You move even closer, so close in fact your lips are brushing against hers. She tugs a stray hair behind your ear, pulling you into a kiss. A whimper slips out of you, deepening the kiss. You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter, and you’re sure Daniela could feel how hot you were getting.

You pull away from her. And being the nice, sweet roommate you are, you turn to Megan, running your hand up and down her chest. You wouldn’t want her to miss out on all the fun. She whines as soon as you touch her, her body going stiff. You pepper her face with kisses, leaving small, sticky lipgloss marks on her cheek. 

Megan was shy, inexperienced even. But that just seemed to turn you on even more. You pull her into a kiss, her hands instantly finding your waist and holding on for dear life. She grips your waist so hard it might even bruise, small little moans escaping her lips. 

You pull away, leaning back on the couch. You look at Daniela, then you look at Megan. A smirk appears on your face as an idea pops in your head, the duo stares at you, waiting for you to do something. 

“Kiss.” You order.

At first, they look taken aback, confused even. But, being your generous roommates, they obey. 

They shift closer to each other on the couch, looking each other in the eyes. Eventually, they pull each other into a sloppy kiss. The sight is enough to make you go absolutely feral. But you stop yourself. After a brief moment, they pull away, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

You stand up, gesturing that the two follow you as well. You walk to your bedroom, opening the door and sitting on the end of your bed. They sit next to you, Megan on your right and Daniela on your left. 

The three of you are so close you can feel each other's body heat, the only thing audible in the room being the sound of heavy breathing. Daniela tugs off her hoodie, her skin glistening from sweat. You were mesmerized. It's like you were in a daze. Megan followed right after, unzipping her sweater and taking it off. 

You grab each girl's jaw, pulling their faces closer to yours. As they inch closer and closer to you, you open your mouth and pull them into a messy, sloppy kiss. 

Megan whines, gripping the bedsheets underneath her as you slide your tongue across her lips.

She pulls away, leaving soft kisses on your jawline and neck. Daniela on the other hand, deepens the kiss, running her fingers through your hair.

Once she pulled away, you felt a feeling of emptiness. You wanted more.  

Daniela runs her hand across your thigh, squeezing it. Her free hand playing with the hem of your tank top. 

You take off your top, revealing your bare chest underneath. Megan’s eyes instantly go to your tits, her hands reaching out to caress them. You decide to lay back on the bed, giving your roommates more room to use you.

Megan moves closer to your chest, replacing her hands with her mouth. Your hand grips her hair as her tongue runs over your sensitive nipple, your fingers tangling in her locks.

A loud, pornographic moan escapes your lips, making the two girls even more aroused. Daniela plays with the waistband of your tiny shorts, you pull them down for her, exposing your bare pussy.

“Mmh, you didn’t wear panties? What a slut. Right, Megan?” Daniela teases, her fingers trailing down to your sensitive clit. Megan snaps out of her trance, nodding her head. “M-Mhm.. Yeah..” Her voice is shaky, almost like she's about to crumble. 

Daniela gets up, walking in front of you and spreading your legs opens. “Fuck, baby. If only you knew how hard I am for you..” She gets on her knees, leaving small kisses on your inner thigh. 

Her nose brushes against your clit, making you shiver. Daniela runs her tongue through your folds, sucking and lapping up your arousal. Megan pulls herself off of your nipple, not being able to control herself anymore. “Need.. Need to cum..” She whines, rubbing her dick through her clothed bulge. 

You sit up, changing your position. You flip around on all fours, arching your back and guiding Megan to kneel in front of you. She pulls her sweatpants down just enough for her cock to spring out. Megan was such a loser, but she had a huge dick. Like at least 8 inches.

You wrapped your mouth around her aching tip, precum leaking already. Megan bucks her hips forward, her cock pushing further and further into your mouth.

Daniela pulls down her sweatpants and rubs her clothed bulge on your ass, rubbing her thumb across your inner thigh. “Oh my.. Fuck..” She pulls her boxers down and spits on her hand, lubricating her cock with her spit before shoving it into your glistening hole. 

“So fuckin’ tight..” She slaps your ass, a red handprint marking your skin. Megan’s hands tangle in your hair, tears forming at her eyes. You could tell she was close by the way she was shaking. You felt her dick throb in your mouth, Every time she twitched, the grip on your hair would get even tighter.

Suddenly, you feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint the inside of your mouth and pussy. A small whimper leaves your mouth, you’re completely ruined. Daniela pulls out, breathing so heavy it sounds like she just ran a marathon. Megan lays down, and you lay right on top of her.

“Mm, you can go another round, right baby?” Daniela asked from above, running a hand down your back. “Yeah.. I can.” You sit up, positioning Megan’s dick from under you inside of your soaking pussy. “Fuuck.. So tight..” Megan whines underneath you, gripping the bedsheets.

Daniela rubs her thumb over her tip before shoving her dick into your pussy, above Megan’s. The way you grip their dicks makes it almost impossible to move, but that doesn’t stop Daniela. 

She rams into you, her thick length making your brain foggy. You bite your lip, tears already swelling up in your eyes. Megan buries her face in the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses and tender bites. 

Megan couldn’t hold it anymore. “M’so close..” Her hips bucked up, shooting a thick load into your hole. Daniela followed, shooting thick ropes of cum inside you.

“Man.. That was amazing..” Daniela pulls out once more, watching as the cum spills out of you. She walks over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and then coming back. She wipes down your body with the towel and cleans you up. 

“Sorry baby.. Did we go too hard?” She asked, caressing your face as you laid on Megan’s chest, who was already fast asleep. “No.. That was like.. the best sex i’ve ever had.” Daniela chuckled, laying down next to you and pulling a blanket over the three of you. 

Well, you learned one thing, you definitely need to have more movie nights with your roommates in the future.

You were the first one to walk onto the stage for Jimmy Fallon. Sophia was right behind you, hand on your waist, guiding you gently. She blew a strand of hair off your shoulder. You smile back at her, and licks her lips. You’re unaware of what’s about to happen tonight, which is good. They couldn’t have you more nervous for the after effects of the Fallon show than before, could they? 

“You look beautiful,” She whispers into your ear, and you give her a tiny smile. “I always do,” Sophia rolls her eyes at your words, hitting your shoulder, to which you shrug and put your hands up in defense. 

Daniela and Megan were giggling to themselves. Manon and Lara looking at the four of you very especially, hiding Yoonchae’s eyes probably. They all settled down on the couch, the show was about to roll in another ten minutes, the audience still filling up. Sophia was getting handsy, breathing heavy as she looked at your collarbone, wanting to trace it with her nail. 

Dani had her lip bitten to the point where she might draw blood, hand drawing circles on Megan’s thigh, speaking of which Megan looked like she was about to start drooling. They had an interview to focus on. A crowd to please. But god, all three of them were collectively thinking of the same thing. The same person. You hadn’t caught onto them yet, and thank god for that. Because to anyone else, they looked like three pantheresses stalking their prey. Sophia found it hard not to sink her teeth into your neck. It was there. Right there. And all hers. 

You fiddled with your fingers as the recording started, feeling a little nervous with all the eyes on you, not to mention how even the girls were all expectantly looking at you. Usually it was Sophia, she was always sitting closest to the interviewer, answering the questions first. You don’t know why you were sitting there, Lara saying something about how it was for the best. Sophia’s hand naturally found its way on your thigh, giving it a squeeze in support. She joins you enthusiastically. 

Jimmy made sure to ask each one of the members one question, making jokes about the fandom all along. Sophia was quietly massaging your thigh now, getting more and more impatient. Megan was watching, eyes drawing back to your chest, breath getting heavier. Daniela managed to compose herself somehow, touching Sophia’s heel as a warning. Although, somewhere within she couldn’t wait to pounce. They could feel themselves harden under your gaze as you looked back at them with a warm smile. 

Megan swore she rolled her eyes and almost moaned with Daniela softly hitting her thigh in warning to behave. She was getting hazier, dazed by the beautiful girls in front of her. Sophia had only one sole focus, and then there was Daniela trying to keep their otherwise innocent leader. She could see the way Sophia was going feral watching you, she knew Sophia couldn’t wait much longer. It reflected in her answers, short and crisp, like they were ready to wrap it up any moment now. It didn’t help that the latina herself was having problems focusing when you batted your eyes at her. 

Daniela wasn’t whipped for anyone but you… and Megan but don’t tell her that. Sophia and her always fought, gave each other an attitude which ended in either one of them pinned down to the mattress begging for mercy. Megan was such a pretty whiner no one could say no to her. You didn’t know about the three of them like the others did. You always liked to laugh at the jokes the fans made about the three of them dating, but paid no mind to it. If only you knew you’re probably about to get sandwiched by them tonight. 

The show had finally finished, the lights dimming. Sophia’s eyes met Daniela’s. They knew what to do. Dani patted the younger girl’s thigh, signalling that their plan was in action. They had been plotting since you had changed into that fucking dress. The white blended in with black spots, silver sequence highlighting the slit up your thigh, the underboob cut that drove them fucking nuts. 

Katseye split into two cars—one with Lara, Manon and Yoonchae, the other with Dani, Sophia, Megan and you. It was dark outside, they were all ready to retire into their hotel rooms. But, Sophia knew what tricks to play, inviting the three others to her room for a little movie. You nodded along happily, snuggling into Megan’s side, whose erection was getting more and more obvious as she felt your thigh press against hers. Her hand wrapped around your waist and she gulped. Daniela rubbed your thigh, pretending to keep you warm as if she hadn’t been salivating over the view the past hour. Sophia was getting irritated sitting in the front. Hers. 

As the girls spilled into Sophia’s room, you tossed your heels off, heading into the bedroom to call the reception about room service, hoping to order food after. But Sophia had other plans. She comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. You giggled, thinking it to be a friendly gesture, but then you feel her fingers rubbing the exposed area of your skin, her bulge pressing into your bottom. You gasp out, putting the telephone down. “Sophia—” She hushes you, lips finally coming up against your neck. She presses you into her, crushing your back against her front. God, she needed this badly. 

Megan and Daniela walk in, scoffing. “You’re so impatient, Sofi.” The youngest scoffs, and Daniela puts her hand on her hip. “Couldn’t even wait for us?” Dani mumbles, unzipping Sophia’s dress, pressing against her back as Sophia growls into your neck. Megan smirks at you, now standing in front of you, seeing the way your knees are going weak at Sophia’s hold on you. The pink haired girl’s hand trails up the exposed skin of your leg, lips smashing against yours. You gasp out, hands coming up to hold Megan’s face as she presses you harder into Sophia’s arms. 

Daniela sucks a hickey onto Sophia, who in turn bites down your neck to muffle her moan. You cry out Sophia’s name into Megan’s mouth, who tugs at your bottom lip, marking you, claiming you. She was obsessed, as obsessed as Sophia was with this body. You pull away from Megan, heaving, gasping for breath. But, Megan wasn’t done yet, she slid her hand into your dress through the undercut on your boob, squeezing as hard as she could, making your eyes roll. “How—How long?” You mumble out through another whine. 

“Since forever. You looked delicious,” Daniela whispered, now throwing Sophia off you so she could have her chance. The older girl grumbled, stroking herself through her boxers now that her dress is off. “Fuck you, Dani. That’s my girl.” Sophia grunts out. “Is she now? Come and get her then.” Daniela says before pushing you onto the bed. You see the bulges, and fuck… it’s so hot. They dress each other off, and that’s when it happened. You smirked at them, your eyes darkening, going feral at the sight of the three girls so worked up over your dress. You decide to take advantage of the situation.

“Now, which one of you wants to rip this dress off me?” You winked, and Sophia almost pounced on you right then, but you kissed her hand, pushing it off as you got up from the bed. “You want me? I’ll be right across the hallway, somewhere where we can be loud.” You blow them a kiss as you walk out of the room. They all stand there, stunned. They had created a monster, and good lord it was hot. 

It took them a little bit to arrive at your room. They were dressed in sweatpants now, hair messed up as they walked in. You pour a round of shots into glasses. They look at you, mouths parted, heaving as they struggle to keep their hands to themselves. You signal them to come closer with your finger. Megan loses it first, pouncing. She kisses you, smashes your lips together once again. “God I wanna rip this dress off myself.” She growled against your lips.

Her arms loop around your thighs, picking you up, and pushing you against the wall. Sophia and Daniela surround you both. You whisper to Sophia to get her to pass you one of the shot glasses. You tug at Megan’s bottom lip, parting her mouth, pouring the alcohol down her throat. Her eyes are blown out, focusing only on you. She’s so hard it hurts, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for you right now. You give it to Sophia to place back down, who watches jealously. You tilt your neck for Megan, who attacks immediately. She goes at it like she’s starved, nibbling and sucking bites, making you moan out softly. 

Your hands stroke Sophia and Daniela’s bulges, both of them letting out a string of fuck’s as she leaned against the wall. “Mm, now which one of you thinks they can take it?” Megan volunteers eagerly. She lets you down, watches you fall to your knees, taking her sweatpants off, watching the red, angry tip spring free, hitting Megan’s stomach. It’s big, the perfect amount for you to tease. You take it in your hand, stroking, and spitting on it before your lips wrap around the tip and fuck, Megan’s lost it. Sophia and Daniela watch, frantically stroking each other as they see Megan getting blown off. 

Sophia leans behind you, taking advantage of you being in a dress. Her fingers glide through your folds and she moans into your ear as your eyes roll. “So wet for me, darling. I’m going to ruin you tonight.” She bites down on the shell of your ear, to which you whimper in response. 

You look up at the pink haired girl, whose head is thrown back, hand knotted into your hair. “Fuck… fuck just like that. So good.” Megan couldn’t think properly, all she knew is that she had to fuck your mouth. You move your hand to her thighs, swallowing her dick, your eyes roll once more as you bob your throat on her dick, making Megan groan out. She fucks your throat, thrusting her hips as you stay in place. Megan’s desperately trying to grab onto something as you suck her off with ease. Goddamnit. 

You don’t let her cum down your throat. You only turn around to Daniela and Sophia, who finally pulls her fingers out, getting back up. Your hand cups Sophia’s cock, and your eyes cross. Sophia smirks. She was so big, and so thick. The biggest of them all. You were drooling over it. Then there was Daniela, who knew exactly how to use her dick, long but thin, perfect to deepthroat. So you did, but that fucking pissed Sophia off, watching you choke on Dani’s cock, how she thrust into you repeatedly, pulling your hair to make you look at her, calling you her perfect slut. Sophia wasn’t having it. She growled impatiently, pulling you off Dani’s cock and onto hers. “Fucking slut, you’re mine.” She grunts out, as you open wide for her. Sophia could not be bothered by Dani’s jealousy, not when your throat was so tight and so warm. Not when your eyes were crossing on her dick, drool coming out the sides of it. 

“Mine, my slut, my whore. I’m gonna fucking cum down your throat and you will swallow it.” You would never say no to Sophia, especially not when she has her fat cock in your mouth. You only nod and stick your tongue out for her cum, swallowing it down so happily. Megan doesn’t like being edged and seeing you do that. Daniela doesn’t like being left halfway because fucking Laforteza couldn’t control herself. 

Megan picks you up with ease, you letting out a gasp. You’re thrown onto the bed, hands caught between Megan’s strong grip as she flips you onto your stomach. She pulls you by the waist, getting you ready. There’s no prep when she thrusts her entire cock into you. You cry out her name. “F-fuck Megan, please, oh god.” You can’t think, not with that monster inside you. “Megan, please— please make me cum, so big. Fuck! I can’t—can’t–” You’re muffled by Daniela coming up in front of you, making you open up for her cock. With every thrust, Megan pushes you to choke harder on Daniela’s dick. Your brain is completely empty, every hole so satisfied. Breasts so sensitive from Sophia teasing and biting on your nipples. 

“I’m going to cum, and if you don’t wanna take it down your throat, you will take it in your pussy, yeah?” Megan whispers to you, and you nod desperately against Dani’s cock. She’s so good with it, knows exactly how to please you. Megan shoots her load into you, Daniela cumming into your throat at the same time. Before you can process, Sophia’s buried deep inside you, Megan whining and rubbing your clit under you, Daniela still nutting on your face. Your eyes close immediately at the stretch Sophia gives you. She’s so thick. How are you supposed to think, let alone speak? 

“You always feel so good, so tight, clenching around me. Made for my cum, made to be bred, made to be mine.” Sophia glares looking at Daniela, who only smirks back at her. 

You feel dizzy, face covered in Dani’s seed, pussy spilling out with Megan’s cum, that Sophia keeps pumping back in, adding her own load in. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— theirs. Sophia’s extremely possessive over you, not ready to let go of you, blowing another load into you. You’re crying and begging for her. Daniela pulls her out to finish the job, going in next, and Sophia and Megan watch, exhausted. No one makes you moan as hard as Daniela does. Twisting and bending you in positions that hit your g-spot so accurately they leave your legs twitching. 

You beg her to breed you, and she over delivers. Fucking the previous two’s cum back into you before unleashing another load. Your face presses against the mattress, eyes still closed shut. 

“Yours,” you mumble softly, collapsing onto the bed. The girls breathe heavily looking at your mouth, all of them still so hard. And fuck. Megan wastes no time before going right back in, she sucks at your clit, tongue lapping through your folds. Daniela’s teeth bite into your nipple, all while you babble into Sophia’s mouth, holding onto her for dear life.

Sophia pulls Megan’s face away, giving your cunt a slap or two, leaving you whining. Sophia laps her tongue at you like a dog, going at it for at least ten more minutes, leaving your legs shaking so badly. Daniela and Megan watch the animal she’s turned into, so, so obsessed with you, and pleasing you, and claiming you.  

“Please—pleasepleaplspeplaspl—” You become incoherent by the time you cum on Sophia’s face for god knows how many times. Theirs. Owned. Sophia smirks, satisfied at the state they’ve left you in.