#melvan

—— van’s the dom, no question. she’ll slap mel’s cunt just to watch her squirm, drag her by the hair onto her lap, make her beg for cock she doesn’t even have. “open up, sweetheart,” she drawls, and mel obeys, mouth wide, eyes glassy. van spits in her mouth, calls her a good girl, then fucks her throat with three fingers till the girl's choking, tears streaming, but she never pulls away.

—— they fuck in the dark, always, never an exception. van likes it rough, likes to leave marks—teeth on mel’s tits, bruises blooming on her thighs, a split lip that tastes like copper. mel takes it all, greedy for pain, greedy for van’s voice in her ear: “you’re so fucking desperate, you’d let anyone use your cunt, huh?” and mel nods, whimpering, grinding down on van’s thigh, slick soaking through faded boxers.

—— melissa scratches at van’s back, nails drawing blood, and begs for more—“shauna used to choke me, you know. do it. i want to feel it.” van obliges, hand tight around her throat, thumb pressing just enough to make mel’s eyes roll back. “you want to forget?” van growls, “open up.” she shoves her fingers in mel’s mouth, makes her taste herself. mel’s eyes shine with tears, but she’s smiling, tongue lapping at van’s knuckles.

—— post-orgasm, mel’s crying, but it’s not for van—never was. she sobs shauna’s name into the pillow, still twitching from van’s fingers, and van just snorts, bitter, wiping her hand on the sheets. “at least you’re honest,” she mutters, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.