#oitnb x reader

It’s December.

You and your boyfriend Owen are celebrating your one year anniversary, sitting in front of the fireplace with red wine and a cheese platter. You can’t believe the life of glamour and money you’ve been living and honestly you were right about drowning in it. Yes it was happy oblivious drowning because the water was warm and smelled like Chanel No5 and there was foam and bubbles… Until the water started streaming into your lungs when he pulled out that huge diamond and dared to put it on your finger before you even managed to get out a word. „I want you to marry me, baby“ were his words. He didn’t ask, just attempted to make you his wife. The thing was weighing you down so hard you could feel your hand tremble under the need to get it off. And that was when you woke up. Gasping for air you broke through the surface and made such a mess you got his designer suit all wet. Metaphorically. And you just did it by saying a simple word.

„No.“

You’re not going to replay his reaction in your head now because it’s not important. At least not for you anymore. When you took off the ring it was like you had grown wings. And you were going to use them.

But facing reality before making a big decision was never much your thing. So sitting on your friend Lorna’s bed, „queen delusional“ herself is now trying to teach you realism.

„But really if you think about it it’s great you’re staying true to yourself… but what will you do now? You can’t sleep here I’ll be gone for a week and my mom don’t like guests!“

You sigh „Lorna you are a grown woman, when is she going to start treating you like one? Hell when will you start acting like one!“

Lorna smacks your arm halfheartedly while reapplying her lipstick in her little hand mirror. „It’s hard to afford rent okay? I’m just being practical! And you’re just saying that because it means you can’t stay here all day long!“

You look at her with an angry frown. You know she’s trying to avoid the topic but she also has a point.

„Okay okay I get it! Where are you going to anyways? Like you can afford a holiday when you can’t even afford to move out of your families apartment.“

Now Lorna grins a bit too smugly for the fact you just made fun of her again.

„What’s going on…?“

„Well my new girlfriend got me a job!“

„You have a girlfriend?“ You gasp and grab her by the shoulders while she’s hiding her blush. Her accent thickens up like always when she’s excited.

„Her name is Nicky and she’s filthy rich, working as a skiing teacher for kids in the winter months! And the best thing: she’s taking me!“ Your jaw literally drops and Lorna just smiles proudly.

„Oh. My. God! Lorna! Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?“

„Well I tried but you were an ass to talk to! Seriously, that Bowen guy wasn’t good for you!“

„It’s Owen-„ She gives you a pointing look that says everything and shuts you up and makes you shrink at least three inches, immediately. 

„Sorry Lor, I didn’t mean to.“ 

She pulls you into a hug. It’s warm, comforting and feels like home and it’s the safest you’ve felt in over a year. Her words are like a healing balm to your cracked-up, cold heart.

„It’s okay honey at least I have you back now! But now look at those outfits I picked out for the trip you think the black or the purple jacket will make me look more badass?“

She holds out a crinkled winter sports fashion magazine and waves it in front of your face so you couldn’t make out anything even if you had eyes like an eagle. You grab the magazine and yank it from her hands running around the room while holding it up so she can’t reach it. When you finally let her get a hold of it, she sits back on the bed with a pout and continues circling items with a pen cap between her teeth.

„Hey y/n? Why don’t you come with? I bet I could ask Nicky, alright? We’ll just be teaching kids to ski, it ain’t that hard!“

Your chuckle fades into a surprised then thoughtful expression. Ski teacher? You could ski. Your parents once took you and Lorna on a trip when you were teenagers. You had learned it early on but Lorna was awful- It was some of the most fun you ever had though. Mostly because you secretly got drunk with your parents‘ liquor on the ski lift and proceeded to swing so hard they had to stop the lift and call you out over the speakers.

„And what’ll you do while I ski? Teach them how to slide down a hill on your butt and sneak a flask of rum into your boot?“

„Hey be nice to me! Or I ain’t asking you to come meet my girlfriend again!“

You chuckle softly. „Okay okay! I’m sorry I’ll shut up! You won’t pull that off though, I know you! You’ll be talking about how she’s your destiny nonstop! Thanks though.“

Lorna takes that as a hint and starts to brabble about just that, while you chew on your lip. It could really be the right thing to take your mind off all the changes in your life and start new. „And you’re sure Nicky will be okay with that?“

„Yeah yeah sure! Like I was just saying: She loves me and shit!“

„Okay if you say so Morello! Just one last question?“

„Okay why do I have a feeling this will be bad?“

You keep in a chuckle and it’s damn hard.

„Does she know you can’t ski, for life?“

You know by the look in her eyes you’re dead but it was worth it because you haven’t had that much fun with your best friend in a goddamn long time. Even when she starts hitting you with that magazine, you have tears of laughter in your eyes and your stomach cramps up like it’s been asleep for a decade.

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Three weeks and two dinners with Nicky and Lorna making out on your couch by the end of the evening, having you wishing you weren’t so fucking single, later you find yourself on a community bus into the mountains. Nicky was actually really nice. Funny, good humour but maybe a bit too much all over your best friend to really get to know her. But you were happy for her. It was good for her that once she wasn’t the one obsessing over her parter more than them. When you then, under the glaring stare of Lorna, dropped that she was actually an awful skier, Nicky just decided they were gonna get her a job at the hotel bar. 

Said hotel was something Lorna failed to mention when she went on and on about how she looked forward to being finger fucked in a gondola. It was huge. The hotel not the gondola.

A luxury resort, top tier and you guys were working for it as private ski teachers and kid entertainers. It really didn’t suck having connections did it? You liked your life before with your rich fiancé sure.. but this felt more free. You were more appreciative of everything around you and what you got to experience.

You would have taken time to appreciate it even more if you had known how quickly it was going to fade.

„Y/n, I’m so sorry! When Nicky mentioned her friend Alex I didn’t think it was Alex! Fuck- open the door!“ She’s banging against the toilet stall you’re currently locked in and it’s really hard for you to have a mental breakdown x existential crisis, when she’s being so loud and whiny. It’s fucking annoying so you open the door with a frustrated grunt and pull her inside.

„Shh Morello shut your mouth before someone hears you!“

„Don’t last-name me, I don’t deserve that!“ She’s still whiny and you just sigh and let go of her, falling back onto the closed toilet seat and burying your face in your hands.

„Um... did you wash your hands?“

„I did not come here to go to the toilet Lorna!“

„Jeez sorry-„

You sigh. You’re being a bitch again and you know it. But it was a whole different experience, seeing your ex girlfriend out there looking exactly like she did all those years ago. (Minus the blue strands in her hair) Seeing her smile drop so quickly when her eyes fell upon you. Hearing the blood starting to rush in your ears, blocking out all sound including Lorna’s silent curses next to you. And then fleeing. Like a coward you turned and left. And now you’re in the bathroom feeling silly because you’re trying to recall if her hair was shorter than last time..

„Hey ladies you okay in there? Don’t be fucking my girlfriend alright !“

That voice belonged to Nicky and normally you would have laughed at her joke and filled her in about the gossip but right now you were scared that whatever you attempted to say would end up as another bitchy comment, as soon as it left your mouth.

„God Lorna make her shut up and get her in here.“ There, bitchy.

Lorna won’t take that order twice. She opens the stall door and pulls a confused looking Nicky inside, by the loops of her jeans. You take the opportunity to peek out through the crack of the door.

„Don’t tell me you’ve brought Alex with you. Did she follow you? Is she here?“

Nicky frowns when a knowing glimmer wanders over her face.

„Oh! Oh my god- You guys fucked!“

Lorna interrupts her. „Baby, it’s a bit more complicated than that. You know they have long history it’s pretty fucked up, she didn’t tell you?“ She cradles her girlfriends half-shocked, half-admiring, laughing face and plays with her hair.

„Well it’s not like we’re best friends- we me through work!"

"You work for a drug cartell?" "What?" Lorna and you almost burts out at the same time.

"What? What are you guys talking about?" Nicky looks confused. "We met through the resort.. last year?" Lorna lets out an audible sigh at that and starts rubbing her girlfriend's chest apologetically.

You sigh and interrupt the conversation that’s soon starting to get a little too touchy for you when Nicky slides her hands around Lorna’s waist with an all-telling grin.

„Okay guys, stop it for just a second! What did she tell you?“

Nicky furrows her eyebrows. „Nothing… she left just after you did.“

You stay silent. Well what did you expect exactly? For her to come running after you? Scream at you? Apologise? Those were all pretty unrealistic. You had to face it. Alex had a new life now and hell you did too! And you couldn’t just lose your shit and throw your new beginning aside because another chapter of your life came waltzing straight into it. (Okay maybe more like hit you in the face like a brick) Maybe it was good you didn’t have time to prepare for it because now you’re not losing yourself in planned out conversations and reactions. For the sake of your best friend‘s relationship you’ll just have to deal with it and that might be best for everyone, especially yourself.

„Okay, r’you finished sulking?“ you don’t know who that came from exactly but you just take a breath and stand up, straightening your clothing.

„I think so, yes.“

Lorna looks at you surprised but nonetheless doesn’t debate with you while Nicky pats your shoulder in what you guess should have been a comforting gesture. Maybe it won’t be that bad after all!

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You can’t believe those words ever passed your mind when you see the list of assigned names for the ski groups the next morning.

Group 4: Y/N and…. VAUSE ALEX

Fuck.

The day had started out so nice! The little inn you were staying in, not far from the resort had thin walls that was for sure and the two lovebirds didn’t let you forget that. But you brought earplugs and your moms granny square crochet blanket so you almost forgot about the whole Alex disaster during your heavenly 8 hours of sleep. Almost.

The night before you hadn’t brought up the courage to speak to her and at breakfast you sat at another table with two girls named Trisha and Mercy. They were rather nice but that was about it. You didn’t want to force your friends to choose sides so you avoided them when Alex was near, to prevent any further drama. Lorna tried to sit with you but you pushed her to go sit with her girlfriend. You weren’t going to be that friend. 

And you also weren’t going to give Alex the satisfaction of breaking the cycle of ignorance first. Though it was getting very hard when her distant laugh rang through the room so sharp it almost cut through your nerves. But of course fate got there first with that list. Your names simply next to each other on the paper, like two strangers with absolutely no history. Well if that’s what it took to get through this… You wonder if Alex had seen. If she’d known during breakfast. If she’d laughed about your pitiful attempt to avoid her when it was so inevitable.

When you talk to Lorna in the gathering hall during the introduction, you feel Alex‘s gaze on you the whole time. And when you don’t, Lorna tells you with her eyes -and she’s not as subtle as she hopes to be! You sigh. Nonchalance really isn’t her thing.

The hollow sound of approaching heels on the carpeted floor turns your attention away. It is a tall elegant looking woman with a sparkling aura and a resentful face. She silences you all with an arrogant clap of her hands, confirming your suspicions that the way she treats others matches your impression of her character, and introduces herself as the hotel manager Natalie Figueroa. Clapping, really? Like you were dogs, not humans. But you were used to those people. Hell you almost turned into one and it scares you!

„Welcome to Litchfield resorts! Here, your first priority is my- um the wellbeing of our guests! So if you decide to cause trouble do it silently. I don’t want to see or hear of you, understood?“ Then her face twists into a fake smile with shiny rows of whitened teeth. „If you have any troubles please adress them and I will handle them personally.“ Translated: don’t annoy me or I’ll crush you under my heel, faster than you can say Louboutin.

Alex must have had the same thought as you because she scoffs and says under her breath. „Yeah she will.“

It pulls a reflexive chuckle from you that you regret the instant it falls from your lips. Her eyes meet yours a second before you can look away. Fuck. You can feel your cheeks getting hot and her frown deepening. Nicky’s amused laugh doesn’t make it any better.

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Soon after, when you’re all borrowing skis in the hotel rental, you try focusing on getting into the tight plastic boot when Alex sits down beside you and immediately manages to get into hers with a strong thrust of her heel into it. Fucking show-off! And she can’t help rubbing it under your nose when you frustratedly continue wiggling your way into the shoe.

„Need help with that?“

Your try to keep your eyes focused on the task ahead but you’re starting to look more ridiculous with every passing second.

„You know, you can’t ignore me forever.“

Her voice is laced with slight amusement that’s supposed to cover up her insecurity. But you know her better. Shame is she knows you just as well and you only realise that a second too late when you look into her familiar eyes. It hits you harder than you thought it would.

A hoarse „Why not?“ is all you can get out. And if you hadn’t known better than to trust your confused mind, you would have thought that Alex flinched a little. Just a little. A small flash of hurt in those eyes and then it was gone.

„You realise thats ridiculous, don’t you?“

You ignore her, but she's right. She just does not deserve to get the satisfaction.

„I thought you were a snowboarder?" Memories from that one time she took you to Scandinavia in the mountains flash up in your mind. Her warming you by the fire after a long day... You stop yourself there.

„You know, a person can be more than one thing right?“ is what she answers. You think you know me but you don’t, is what she really says.

„Still they always end up back in their old patterns don’t they?“ is what you reply. You‘ll never change your old ways and this time I won’t fall for it is what you really mean.

And you both know. Because you understand each other better than anyone else could. 

You know what her low chuckle means. Know how it feels on your skin, how it tastes on your mouth -though you wish you didn’t. And it’s hard to not get lost in memory with her so damn close, so you tear your gaze away.

„Y/n..“

„What!?“ you snap back at her and at that moment your heel slides into place in the boot and you almost fall forward. She holds out her arms reflexively to catch you. It is a weird moment when you stagger and then barely stay upright. You didn’t fall, and now you’re just staring at her outstretched arm before you. Your eyes fly back to hers but she quickly looks away and draws back her arms with her, a slight bitterness in her tone.

„Forget it.“ The moment is over before it started and it leaves you feeling empty and confused after Alex is gone. Getting rejected by her after being so used to rejecting her… it feels weird. Like losing control over something you’ve been telling yourself you never wanted.

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You and Nicky were tigther than a knot. You immeditaley fell under her trap when you were sent to Litchfield. A few months ago, after a solid year together, you and Nicky exchanged a kiss in the chapel.

Ever since that day, Nicky didn't want to talk about it. For the first few weeks after, she even ignored you. She was scared of your reaction, and yet you somehow convinced her to talk to you if only you avoid that subject matter.

It was now yours and Nicky's day off from electrical. And Nicky Nichols was bored. So she invited you to her bunk.

Straddling the Nichols, you applied eyeliner to her, holding Nicky's chin in her hand, making sure that Nicky's movements didn't ruin you trying to emulate her style.

"Why are you letting me do this?" You asked.

Looking at Nicky's smirk on her face, you decided to tease her. Leaning down to her ear, you whispered, "Is it because I help fix the sink today? Did my unpaid heroism turn you on?"

"Sure." Nicky sarcastically said as she teasingly bit her lip. "It's not that I just can't be bothered today."

Faking gasping, you placed a hand onto your heart. "You're using me!"

"Have you met me?" Nicky asked with laugh.

Joining in with the laugh, you sarcastically joked, "Oh no. Sorry random woman who I am literally sitting on top of, what's your name?"

"My name's Nichols Nicky, you?" Nicky played along, holding out her hand to shake which you took, introducing herself, "Y/n Y/l/n."

"Well then, Y/n Y/ln, what's your opinion on the Red situation?" Nicky asked, her tone shifting. Red had stopped sitting or talking regularly to the family, and yes it was concerning, but you didn't want to talk about it.

"My opinion is that you should just shut up and let me finish this eye." You said as tried to finish the eyeliner on the left side of Nicky's face.

"No seriously, okay? Someone needs to help her." Nicky stressed. "It's like Red doesn't want to talk about it."

Hearing this, you sighed and decided to ask a question that had taken over your thoughts for months. "When are we gonna talk about it?"

"About what?" Nicky questioned, raising her eyebrows. "Red leaving the kitchen? We are."

"Nick, don't be stupid." You said, her tone changing from the previous teasing.

Laughing, Nicky shook her head, making you grab her chin so she wouldn't move her head too much. "No, I'm serious. I don't know what you're talking about."

"The kiss." You responded.

Rolling her eyes, Nicky sighed, "Y/n, that was 3 months ago."

"I know, but we never properly talked about it, just ignored it." You justified the question.

"Well it didn't mean anything, it was my fault. I was lonely." Nicky shrugged. It was partly the truth but Nicky didn't want to outright say that she did because she's hopelessly in love with her best friend who didn't think even loved her back. And so she resorted to, "Plus I like us this way."

Your lawyer, who had defended you in trial, had been really shitty and literally just gave up on you. He didn't even try to make your sentence shorter, that sorry excuse of a man. Lazy fuck.

Morello, the weird Italian lady who drove you and some other people down to the prison, opened the gate and let you and the other new inmates inside. You couldn't believe you were now an "inmate", it was so weird to think of yourself that way.

"Welcome home everyone!", she exclaimed, giving you an encouraging smile.

You were lucky to get out of the cold van, it was January after all and since it had already snowed, the temperature had dropped down several degrees. So it was a relief to step into the warmer walls of the prison, not having to freeze your ass off in the snow.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the halls was how crowded it was. You were tempted to just turn around and run, trying to escape the stuffy air and suffocating feeling that was slowly spreading inside of you. Other inmates were constantly passing your little group, shooting you intimidating glances or smiling dangerously at you. You were uncomfortable, but not scared.

It just reminded you of the halls of your high school back then. Loud, uncomfortable and always overfilled. And god, the popular girls who used to bully you. To say the least, you were used to this.

Morello guided you through the prison, showing you where the commissary, bathrooms and everything else was. You were just passing the TV room, looking inside for a second when you made eye contact with a brown haired woman. The woman frowned at you, looking you up and down. You frowned back and kept walking, turning away from the door.

What the fuck was that?

You sighed and shook your head, telling yourself not to think too much of it. It had only been a small encounter, nothing too significant. At least not enough to get you in trouble. For now.

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You were shown to your dorm, where you occupied the bunk above a woman named Brandy Epps. It was obvious she was extremely racist, you even heard her discussing something about "white lives matter" or "white pride", which you took as a sign to stay the fuck away from her. She continued to make dirty comments about other inmates in the prison while you were busy making your bed.

You turned around to listen to her when you were done, staring at her in disgust and listening to the insults that were coming out of her mouth so easily. You shook your head in disbelief.

You must've been staring at her for too long as the woman turned around, obviously pissed off.

"You got some kind of problem?", she questioned threateningly, getting closer to where you were standing.

"No", you huffed, looking away. You really didn't want to start any trouble on your first day. Best to avoid tricky situations.

"Good. I see you staring like that again, we got a problem, you hear me?"

You sighed. You should've known people would have anger issues in here. That people would get aggressive over the smallest things, because they didn't have anything better to do. Because prison was a shithole and it was fucking tiring to simply just exist there. You certainly didn't want to end up like her, but you feared you were going to have no choice in the future.

"Sure."

Before she could say anything else, you made your way to the cafeteria for dinner.

Due to the prison's overcrowding, the blocks were divided up at each meal. You and your block ate with Cell Block C or the so-called "Spanish Harlem", as Morello had already explained to you.

With your plate of food in hand, you sat down at the end of some table and started eating. You were extremely hungry, exhausted from the stress of arriving in the prison.

Suddenly, you felt two pairs of eyes burn holes into your back and you just knew someone was staring at you. You forced yourself to not turn around, not wanting to start a fight on your first day. One never knew what could happen in prison, you might get jumped just because you sat in the wrong seat or stared at someone the wrong way, almost like it did with the racist bitch back in your dorm.

It made you uncomfortable but you focused on the disgusting brown liquid in front of you that was supposed to be "chili con carne", forcing it down your throat and hoping, no praying, that that person was going to leave you alone.

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The next few days you felt as if you were being watched the entire time, feeling that burning sensation in your back again. There wasn't a single moment where you didn't turn around every single second while walking to the showers or the cafeteria.

You were extremely paranoid.

But every time you did, there were always too many people in the halls to really make out someone who could be stalking you.

So you just kept on going about your day, minding your business.

Until you couldn't anymore.

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It was Friday night, which today should've been movie night, but it got canceled and now everyone was in a bad mood. It wasn't often that something nice like this happened and it was a good escape from the tiring everyday routine the inmates had in the prison. You got to watch cool movies, eat snacks from the commissary and chill with your friends.

Instead, you were now sitting in the tv room, just reading your book in a chair next to Morello, who had unfortunately forced you to come along.

"Come on, Y/N! I promise it'll be fun. You can bring your boring book, even though it is a TV room, meaning you go there to watch TV and not to…read. Usually. But I'm sure they'll make an exception!", she had said to you after finding you alone on your bunk, wrapped in your blanket. You had rolled your eyes at her but gotten up from your bunk nevertheless, admitting defeat.

You had actually been enjoying the silence in your dormitory from everyone being gone, but of course, that just had to be interrupted.

Now you were sitting there, amongst all those other people, just trying to read your book in peace. But, and honestly what else did you expect, there was the piercing set of eyes again, just watching your every move. You were actually so sick of it now. Why was this person looking at you the whole time? Why were you so interesting?

This time, you actually decided to turn around and not ignore them like you had done the other times.

You spotted her immediately. It was the woman who had frowned at you on your first day! The woman with the brown hair!

And now she was smirking at you. How was she not looking away or ashamed that you caught her?

Your eyes widened as you slowly scanned her. She was drop-dead-gorgeous. She had curves that were to die for, these stunning dark brown eyes…

You felt yourself blush and turned away. God, hadn't you promised yourself to not find anyone attractive here? Especially not people that could possibly be dangerous?

Well, you had just failed miserably and pathetically.

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Someone pulled a chair up in front of you, sitting on it backwards, using the back of the chair as an armrest.

You were looking down on the ground, burying your face in your book when a finger hooked itself under your chin, tilting it up.

The drop-dead-gorgeous woman was right in front of you, her eyes scanning your face, biting her lip.

She outstretched her hand to you.

"Ouija. Nice to meet you." Her eyes shone with something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Y/N", you introduced yourself, feeling shy in front of this beautiful woman, shaking her hand. She held onto it a little longer than normal, looking you directly in your eyes.

"That's a beautiful name."

She flashed you an amused smile, recognizing your anxiousness.

"Yo, there's no need to be shy, chica" (cutie/girl), Ouija said while moving in a little closer.

"Not for a pretty girl like you at least.", she said with a lowered voice.

She smiled at you once again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Thank you", you mumbled, not really knowing what else to say.

Ouija smirked.

"You're welcome, muñequita" (dolly)

Fuck.

"Anyhow, what you in for, mama?", she asked, slowly leaning back again as if she didn't just audibly make you gasp.

"Drug trafficking and distribution", you answered, avoiding her gaze.

"Yo, damn! So you a 'little miss drug dealer' then?" She laughed.

"Certainly. Right hand woman of my drug lord, thank you very much", you responded, bowing your head a little. She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Impressive, yo. I like a woman in power. It's hot."

You felt yourself blush again. God, this woman somehow had the ability to make you flustered very easily.

"So, what did you do?", you questioned.

"WIC Fraud. I killed three somebody's - nobodies -", she pointed to a tattoo that she had right next to her eye, three black teardrops, "and then I get popped for fucking fraud. You believe that shit?"

You shook your head, confused as to how they didn't find out about her killing all those people but charged her for the fraud. Maybe if you had committed another crime besides the drug thing and turned yourself in, you would be facing less time. You were suddenly deep in your thoughts, wondering about that, so that you didn't notice Ouija standing up beside you.

"All right, mama, I'mma let you get back to your book here. We'll see each other around", she said optimistically.

Ouija walked back to her seat, but not without winking at you and letting her hand brush against your arm.

You didn't get the chance to ask why she had been staring at you this whole time before really introducing herself to you, but right now, that matter seemed pretty unimportant to you. You felt starstruck from the interaction with the latina, just staring at the words in your book and not being able to focus at all. The conversation had been way too short and you already wanted to talk to her more.

But what you didn't know is that you wouldn't have to wait long until the two of you would speak again. Carmen had taken a liking to you and she was ready to explore what might develop between you two. At least she already knew that she was capable of making your cheeks go red within a matter of seconds.

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You were doing research in the library, or more like trying to find one of your favorite books, Harry Potter. You were trying to find some comfort in this cold place and what better way to do it than with your favorite literature? You wandered through the fiction aisle, scanning through the books.

There it was, on the highest shelf. But, of course, as expected, you were not tall enough to reach it. You felt so incredibly pathetic right now, there was no chair in sight to help you, no stool for you to stand on.

„Yo, need some help there?“, you heard someone ask. You turned around to the voice.

It was Ouija. She was leaning against one of the shelves, smirking at your attempts to stand on your tiptoes to grab the book, of course failing miserably.

„Yes, please“, you said, just a tad embarassed.

„Which book?“, she asked.

„Harry Potter“

She nodded, reaching up, taking it out without any strain.

„So, the goblet of fire“, she said, twisting the book in her hands.

„It was one of my favorite books growing up. I’m already done with all of the books I was allowed to bring in here so I thought I’d do a little nostalgia trip“

Your fingertips touched as she passed you the book.

„I liked it too as a little kid. But my favorite book was always the chamber of secrets“

„Girl – no offense – but are you serious?“

Ouija frowned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

„What do you mean?“, she questioned, crossing her arms in front of her face.

You smiled, shaking your head.

„Nah, I don’t want to destroy your favorite childhood book for you. I have a very strong opinion when it comes to Harry Potter.“

„No worries, yo, I can handle it. Give it to me“, Ouija said lowly, tilting her head. You bit your lip, rubbing your hands together, getting ready to go.

„Well, I think Ginny’s absolutely insufferable in that book, I mean sure, she was influenced by Voldemort but still, I think it’s not right that she played the „weak, needing to be saved“ girl in that book. It’s not exactly feminist. Also I think the book doesn’t really add to the series, it’s just kind of there as a „filler“ or an information dump. Also, the thing with the diary is just unrealistic. Why wouldn’t anyone notice that it’s in Ginny’s posession? It just doesn’t make sense.“

You grit your teeth in worry, hoping you didn’t go to far.

„I’m sorry, was that too far?“, you asked.

„Nah, I think you’re right actually. Yo, I might have to rethink my favorite childhood book“, Ouija laughed, rubbing her neck.

„I’d be happy to help. I know quite a lot about the series actually“, you explained proudly.

„I figured. That pretty face can convince me of anything, man, I’m sure“

You looked down, trying to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks.

„Don’t hide it“, Ouija said, tilting your chin up. You looked up into her beautiful dark brown eyes, getting lost in them.

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It was late in the afternoon, the sun was already setting and the inmates had a few hours left to catch some air outside before the prison would close its gates, making it time for lights out. You had put on your winter coat and beanie, ready to take a little stroll in the yard. Your hands were covered in thick gloves, protecting you from the harsh January wind

Today, you were just going to take a little stroll around the yard, not that anything else was really possible here. You wish you would have some kind of space to run, get rid of all the energy that you weren’t able to put to use properly.

You were just about to round the corner at the mailbox when you heard a noise.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard someone sniffle and sob.

Frowning, you started walking towards the sound and soon you were able to make out the person who they were coming from. They had brown curly hair - Oh shit! Ouija! You stopped yourself before you were going to run over to her and make sure she's okay.

You were unsure if you should approach her at such a sensitive time.

You wouldn't know how she was going to react, the two of you had known each other barely a hot second.

But you knew that if you were alone and crying in a prison and the person discovering you had good intentions, you would want to be comforted too. And that was good enough for you. You hoped you were making the right decision.

"Ouija, hey, what's wrong?", you asked worriedly, slowly kneeling down beside her.

Her head snapped up, her eyes widening when she realized it was you. She quickly wiped her tears away, trying to find her composure. You couldn’t help but admire her, she was even pretty when she cried, her lashes were stuck together, her cheeks were flushed… God, wrong moment!! Get it together Y/N...

"Oh shit. Hey, didn't hear you coming. Yo, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, but you don't seem to be. What's the matter?"

"Nah, I'm fine, nothing to worry about", she said quickly. You raised your eyebrows, not believing anything she said.

"What? I said I’m fine, man“, Ouija spat, putting up all her defenses.

"Look, I know we don’t really know each other, but I’m not gonna judge you for showing emotion or opening up. It’s human.“

Ouija huffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Fuck, fine. Shit, you're stubborn, girl. It's my son. He's in the hospital because of some gang activity in his block and…I'm not there for him, man. I'm in fucking prison. And I can't do anything about it."

You sighed. You knew what she was talking about. You felt the same. Being in prison made you feel so stuck, even though you had only been there for a few days. You weren’t there for your loved ones, the world around you kept turning and changing while you were locked away. Your friends had also seemingly already forgotten about you. Maybe they were all just glad you were gone.

"Honestly, I get it. I have a little sister, she just turned 5. She's growing up so fast and in a year, she'll already be in primary school. I'm missing out on her making her first friends there, I can't help her with her homework or comfort her when she has a bad day. It's torture. So yeah, I can relate. Nothing bad happened to her yet, fortunately, but you know the world out there. I can’t protect her from the harm she might experience out there."

The two of you were silent for a second, saying nothing.

"The thing is, you can't change anything about it. As much as it sucks, you gotta figure out how to deal with that shit. You gotta trust that your son knows you love him and that you being in here has nothing to do with him."

That flipped a switch in Ouija. She did love her son, a lot. She had just got to find a way to show it to him, especially right now. A small smile spread on her face as an idea popped up in her head.

She felt your hand touch her back, stroking it slowly.

Ouija turned to you, the woman who she had been obsessed with ever since she had entered the walls of this prison. The woman who she had frowned at when she made eye contact with her at her first day. The woman who frowned back. She knew that you knew that she had watched you the first few days upon your arrival. You were just so mesmerizing to her, she somehow felt drawn to you.

"Inmates! Back inside!", you heard a guard shout loudly. You sighed. The roughness of the CO's was still something you had to get used to.

"Yo, we should probably go before it gets serious or some shit. You never know if these fuckers are gonna pull out a gun or not", Ouija said, outstretching her hand to you, desperate to get you away from possible danger.

You nodded, letting her help you up.

As you were about to walk past the guard, you noticed that your shoe was untied. You stopped, reaching down to tie it, but the CO was not having it.

„INMATE! KEEP IT MOVING! I HAVEN’T GOT ALL FUCKING DAY, YOU UNDERSTAND??!“, he shouted aggressively, about to yank you up from the ground, when Ouija threw herself inbetween you two.

From your place on the ground, you didn’t hear what she said to the CO or what made him back off of the two of you. You only saw her enraged facial expression as she turned to help you up, once again. You were in a complete state of shock, this being the first time you were properly yelled at by a guard. You felt Ouija wrap an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back inside.

„Inmate Aziza, I would fucking throw you down to the SHU, but I’m fucking exhausted from today so I will let you off EASILY because I’m so nice with just a shot. For the both of you that is!“, he spat at the two of you as you walked back inside.

Ouija saw the broken look on your face and from that point, there was no way in hell that she was ever going to leave your side. She felt protective of you suddenly, she wanted to rip that guard’s head off, no, she wanted to choke him until his words got stuck in his fucking throat for ever talking to you in that way.

She wanted to shield you from any and all bad things in this place. She wanted you to herself, wanted no one fucking near you, except for her. Her hand grabbed your shoulder tighter.

She stood in front of you, so you were facing her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as your gaze met hers. Your eyes were so beautiful. You were slightly looking up to her, as Ouija was a bit taller than you.

„Hey, yo, are you okay, mama? That guard was pretty rough on you“, she asked you, her voice soft as velvet. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but Ouija wasn’t letting that happen. She grabbed your chin, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

„Yo, no crying, pretty woman, we’ve already had enough of that today.“

„I love that movie“, you chuckled slightly, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt.

„Pretty Woman? White poor woman fucks rich white man and falls in love? Nah, that shit’s too predictable.“

„Exactly. One already knows how the movie ends, but I still like it“

Ouija scoffed, ruffling your hair. She leads you back to your dorm, glaring at Epps as the bald-headed woman was about to harass you again. Epps backed up with raised hands, whispering:

„I wasn’t even about to do anything...“

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You were casually walking to the showers, towel and toiletries in hand. It was 5am in the morning, so the line wasn't long.

You had gotten up early for the hot water, your bunkmate Epps complaining that you were making too much noise, disrupting her very important sleep. There were only 2 hours until she had to get up anyway. Epps luckily hadn’t bothered you too much the past few days, thanks to Ouija, who had given her death glares whenever the two of you had been hanging around each other, which had been quite often. You had spent most of your time with her, she had helped you settle into the prison and made you laugh almost all the time. You had been there for her during all the announcements she got from the hospital about her son and celebrated with her when the doctor told her that he was going to be okay.

You hadn’t really gotten acquainted with any of the other women at the prison, as every time you tried to talk to one of them, you felt Ouija’s glare on the both of you or you got pulled away from the other person because she suddenly „needed to talk to you very urgently“. Of course you knew that she was jealous somehow, even though she had no reason to be. One of the times when she had dragged you away, the two of you had gone to the chapel. Ouija hadn’t said anything as she had taken your hand and pulled you along with her.

She had lifted you onto the stage, where performances or speeches were given, but kept standing on the ground herself. She still stayed silent as she locked eyes with you and slowly ran one of her hands up your thigh. She leaned in a little bit when her hand reached the waistband of your pants, her eyes on your lips. You could basically feel the electricity sizzling between the two of you. It was like the two of you were always meant to end up so close to each other, like this. Your foreheads were already touching, your lips barely inches away from each other, when the door to the chapel slammed shut and the both of you immediately flew off of each other. Pidge was calling for Ouija, telling her that Maria was calling a meeting. Ouija, frustrated, promising you she would be back for you, „continuing where you left of“. And now you were here.

You stepped into one of the shower cabinets, turning on the shower head.

You sighed as the warm water washed over your body, immediately making you sleepy again. You hadn’t slept really well with that racist woman Epps beneath you. You never knew what she might do and you always had to sleep with one eye open. It was exhausting and definitely took a strain on your body.

"Mornin', muñequita."

You turned around to the voice, looking directly into Ouija's eyes. She looked a little sleepy, but her half-closed eyes were still roaming your body, drinking in your frame. With just a look, she was able to to make you sweat, blush, avoid her gaze… it was nerve-wracking. With a towel wrapped around your body, you stepped outside of the shower and towards the fully dressed Ouija.

"Hey there“, you answered, yawning.

"How you doing, mama?"

"I'm good, a little tired still." She nodded understandingly.

"Glad my pretty girl is doing well", she smiled, leaning against the wall.

You blushed a little and looked to your feet, trying to hide your reddened cheeks.

"Yo, come over here, mama", she beckoned.

You looked left and right to check if anyone was there who could possibly see you before you moved out of the shower cabin and over to where Ouija was standing.

As soon as you were standing in front of her Ouija grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close, wrapping her arms around your lower torso. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, allowing you to rest your head on her chest.

„Y/N?“

„Yeah?“

„I wanted to say thanks for the time you found me..you know, crying, and comforted me and shit. I didn’t deserve that and I’m still a shit mom, but I talked to my son on the phone and...he’s coming to visitation next week“

You squealed in excitement, jumping up a little bit, so excited for Ouija.

„Ouija, that’s great! I’m so happy for you!“

You wrapped your arms around her neck , embracing her in a hug.

Ouija grabbed you by your hips and switched positions so that now you were pressed against the wall. Both of her hands were placed next to your head while yours were busy holding up that towel of yours.

„You’re so cute when you’re happy, you know that?“, Ouija asked, biting her bottom lip. She leaned in closer, taking your face inbetween her hands. Your eyes closed in anticipation, ready to finally connect with her, to finally feel the full extent of the electricity between you too. She leaned in, leaned in, you started feeling dizzy of her scent, of her presence...

BANG! The metal door to the showers slammed shut, loud voices coming from the doorway. Ouija immediately let go of you, distancing herself, and as some of the other inmates walked past you and entered the showers, you tried to act as nothing had happened before. You exchanged a frustrated glance with her, were you ever going to be able to kiss?

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It was your bunkmate Epps' birthday and she made like this whole deal out of it. Almost everyone in this prison was invited, including you and Ouija and almost every single lesbian which was weird, since Epps was definitely homophobic.

But she and her friends did know how to throw a party, you had to leave her that. There was a snack bar with drinks, a dance floor and colorful garlands reading "happy birthday".

You had just entered the overfilled room, completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do or where to stand or where to sit. You were looking around for Ouija, finding her in a corner of the room, next to Pidge and Zirconia.

She was staring down everyone in the room, a grumpy expression on her face. You know how frustrated she had been the past few days, you were about to kiss two times, but always had been interrupted by one of the other inmates. Privacy was basically non-existent in prison and by now, the two of you were so desperate to kiss, you almost felt like two pathetic lesbian teenage girls.

You were walking towards her, pushing through the crowd, and as you approached them, Zirconia noticed you, her face lighting up.

"Y/N! Hi!", she exclaimed happily.

Ouija's head immediately snapped in your direction and her entire demeanor changed. Her grumpy face disappeared, her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips.

"Well, yo, look who showed up!", she said, genuinely happy to see you.

You smiled at her and Pidge.

You looked around for a chair to pull up next to the group, but of course, every single one was taken. This did not go unnoticed by Ouija and she certainly did not seem too unhappy about this fact as her smirk widened.

"Come, muñeca, you can sit here", she said, pointing to her man spread legs. Damn, you thought, really really wanting to, but not being sure if it might be risky. You looked around to see if anyone was looking except for Zirconia and Pidge, but everyone was too focused on themselves to even slightly care about the two of you. And even so, you didn’t care.

You lowered yourself onto her lap and immediately felt her arms tightly wrap around your torso.

„Good girl, put those pretty thighs on me“, she whispered in your ear, her hand stroking your leg softly. Your eyes widened, the familiar blush spreading on your cheeks. „Mi amor, mio todo mio“, (my love, mine all mine) she mumbled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

The evening progressed without anyone even looking at you. You sat on Ouija’s lap the entire time, wondering how it wasn’t taking a strain on her legs, conversing with her, Zirconia and Pidge. You did not once go to the buffet because you were so immersed in the conversation you were having with them but nevertheless, you were thirsty.

„I’ll just get something to drink really quick, do you want anything?“, you said to Ouija, hopping off of her lap.

„Nah, I’m good, thanks though“

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You were standing at the bar, deciding what drink you were going to get, not that there were a lot of options, this was prison after all. Possibilities weren’t exactly endless.

„Hi there“, a voice greeted you, coming out of nowhere.

You jumped, letting out a little shriek.

„Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you“, the woman next to you said worriedly, but you only laughed.

„It’s fine, I get scared easily.“

„You’re new here right?“, she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

„Yeah, I arrived here about two weeks ago, so my stay hasn’t exactly been long“

„Ah, so a newbie. That’s why I haven’t seen you around.“

You nodded, conversing in a little small talk with her. You already felt Ouija staring at you, knowing it was because of her protective and posessive nature, but you also wanted friends in here. You needed other people that you could rely on.

The woman, who turned out to be called Carla was telling you funny stories about other prisons she had been at and interactions she had with other inmates there and here at Litchfield.

You laughed loudly, finding her absolutely hilarious. While you and the woman were joking around, Ouija was boiling with anger and jealousy. She tried to keep her cool, „take a fucking chill pill“, like Zirconia had advised her. But it was really hard when she hadn’t even kissed you yet, didn’t even get to call you hers yet. Maybe the possibility of somebody else still being able to snatch you away was giving her the nerves. Maybe she would be more relaxed if she knew you were really hers.

Maybe. But right now, she just wanted to get you the fuck away from that other woman.

As you kept talking with Carla, you felt her put her hand on your waist.

„Um…“, you mumbled, looking over to Ouija. That was Carmen Aziza’s last straw. Nobody would touch her girl, not like that.

She stormed over to where you were standing and pushed the other woman off of you and to the ground where she landed with a loud bang. She stood over the woman, placing her thick boot onto her chest, compromising her airways.

„Touch her again and yo“, she laughed bitterly, „I’ll fuck you up“.

Before you could properly register what was happening, you felt yourself being grabbed by the wrist and pulled away. You didn’t know where you were going, as you were still finding your way around the prison, when you reached the door to the library. It was completely silent, the only sound being you getting pushed against one of the shelves.

Ouija stood in front of you, placing one of her hands beside your head. She used the other one to harshly grab your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at her. Her facial expression was one of anger, jealousy and displeasement.

„I don’t know who that other woman thinks she is, but she better know that you’re mine. Ever since you stepped into the walls of this prison, shit, I knew I had to have you. You're mine, amorcita. You're all mine and yo, guess what? I ain't about fucking sharing. I can’t hide how I feel about you anymore, munequita. Not when 1000 other bitches are this close to you every day. I love you.“

Ouija’s face was full of worry, anticipation of what you thought of her confession, if you felt the same.

„I’m yours“, you said, breathless, and that was all it took for Ouija to smash her lips against you and press you further into the wooden shelves. Her scent intoxicated you, all you saw, smelled, heard, touched was her. She was your whole world and you were hers. Her warm body was pressing into yours, her hands were roaming your body, diving underneath your shirt. Finally, you could do what you waited so long for. Her hands were in your hair, her tongue was dancing with yours. You forgot that you were in prison, you forgot about the world around you.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” you furiously exclaim, walking the yard with Polly and Sophia.

“Woah! Woah! Watch the hostility! You could be thrown in SHU for just looking at these bastards wrong,” Polly warns, scanning the perimeter of the yard for all the security lookouts. Which, quite frankly, were never filled properly anyway with only 2-3 guards actually “present.”

“I usually wouldn’t say this, but she is right Y/N/N. They’ve been on edge these past months with Caputo being Warden and shit,” Sophia adds calmly, her clear-mindedness calming your fueling rage.

They knew why you were so pissed; they were truly the only people that understood you if you were being honest. 

“Those fucking Hispanics are always doing anything to get off the hook for cheap,” you mutter, not quite mad at them if you were being honest with yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, but they’re not all that bad,” Polly states. “Come on, let’s get lunch before they let you starve.”

Walking beside the women, you walk through the many bland and boring rows of doors and white walls until you reach the clearing of the cafeteria. Stepping in line with Piper and Vause, you grab what’s left of the edible slob the state offers you. Begrudgingly, you sit down and dig in with small bites, not bothering to eat the so-called vegetables that stink.

The women engage in conversation in which you nod or smile or frown at, not all too concerned with the normal complaints anyway. Rather, your attention was drawn to the tall, brunette guard stationed at the exit of the cafeteria a few tables ahead of you.

He looks at you discreetly, smiling that damn smile once he officially caught your gaze. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto yours at his blatant disregard for who else was watching - that was until the familiar Spaniard walks by Mendez, stopping to whisper in his ear.

You groan, face falling and causing you to look away in disgust. In truth, you were jealous. Jealous at the attention that no longer lasted more than a few seconds. Jealous at the way Mendez’s smile seems to increase tenfold when Daya gave him attention. Jealous at the fact that he was fucking her instead of you.

You never quite figured out when, why, or even how their affair started, but all you knew was that it was almost a daily activity in one of the janitor closets you refuse to pass by now.

If it wasn’t for his ego, or even his good looks, you wouldn’t be so hung up over him. If it weren’t for your lack of enjoyment in oral activity that you would indulge in other women just fine like Boo, Stella, Poussey, Morello, and the various other women usually do to ease their feminine desperation. Hell, you would do another officer. But they weren’t Mendez.

“If you keep staring laser beams into their heads, you might actually fry their brains,” Big Boo giggles, throwing her arm around your shoulder.

“If they even have any,” Nichols adds with a sly yet understanding smirk.

“Shit, I really don’t know why you even like the guy, Kid,” Boo questions, pulling you into her to let your head rest on her shoulder.

“It’s love!” Morello adds, her eyes almost bugging out of her head and getting all googly-eyed.

“It’s not love,” you protest.

“Oh God, don’t say he’s something different, Y/N/N.”

“They’re dogs Y/N/N, all the same breed too,” Vause comments, sharing a glance with Piper. “Why don’t you think I switched to women so quickly?”

The group shares a laugh, Boo nudging you and then letting you go to finish what’s left of whatever you were able to eat.

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You made it your mental mission, over time, to act as if whatever was going on between Daya and Mendez didn’t faze you. You had a new idea in mind, actually. If Daya could take what she wanted, you were to do the same.

You were going to make him yours.

Walking down the corridor leading to the TV room, you could feel him before you even saw him. “To what do I owe the pleasure,” you state sarcastically.

“Just checking in, it’s been a while, Tiny.”

“Has it?”

Mendez stays quiet for a moment, falling into step with your much slower pace. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Not much, but it seems like you’ve been getting around. Isn’t that right Pornstache?” you side-eye him. He hates that nickname.

Your question seems to startle him, his body going rigid and pace faltering - but only for a second.

“No need hiding it, Bub, news spreads fast within this small prison. Besides, I guess we all have needs, even if you are a free citizen,” you smirk.

“That’s ironic,” he grunts, “Like you haven’t been getting action of your own?”

“What?” you stop in your tracks.

“Oh don’t give me that. I’ve seen you hanging with the dikes.”

You don’t need to look at him to hear the jealousy dripping from his voice, so you play coy. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Clearly,” he tsks again.

Giggling, you push him into the wall, careful as to not be in the line of visibility of both the cameras and the inmates. “If I say so myself,” you trace your index finger up his chest, “I would say you’re jealous they’re the ones keeping me company at night. You know, all you have to do is ask, Pornstache.”

He stifles a groan, the sensation coming out as a growl instead, rumbling in his chest. “I thought I told you not to call me that,” he stares down at you, trying to hide his growing lust.

He fails poorly, the indication of his attraction starting to harden beneath his tight trousers, forming a bulge. 

Stepping between his legs, you prop your knee beneath him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “What are you gonna do about it, Pornstache?”

Swiftly, Mendez snatches your bicep, yanking you down the hall briskly to meet the closet - their closet. Unlocking the door, he pries it open, throwing you in the moment he does.  

Stumbling to find your footing, you grasp at the shelf before you, your back to the door. Taking the opportunity, Mendez closes the door and pins you down from behind. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do about it, Tiny.”

Spinning you around, he grabs your wrists with one of his hands, the other roughly grabbing at your hips. Lowering down to meet your height, his lips clasp yours in a heated make-out. Whimpering, you pull at his hands, begging to tangle yours in his short locks and deepen the kiss. 

He doesn’t allow it, however, leaning in closer to you to make you feel his bulge on your thigh. “You see what you do to me?”

“You mean what all us women do to you.”

Smirking, Mendez pins one of his legs beneath you, his hand moving your hips to grind against him. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, ya know that?”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so easily swayed.”

Groaning again, Mendez shuts you up with another kiss, releasing your hands to remove your shirt, delighted to find nothing but your bare breasts beneath. Biting his lip harshly, Mendez detaches himself from you, temporarily giving you the upper hand just enough to flip yourselves.

Now you stand before him, shoving him harshly into the shelves. Tugging at his belt, you unbuckle it with swift fingers, the tips almost feeling numb with desire.

Yanking down his trousers, you allow him to step out of them. Hand wrapping around his cock, the tip red and precum already oozing, you ask, “Tell me, Pornstache, does she suck you off? Does she let you have control? Does she let you cum?” 

Inhaling sharply, his eyes close as his head rolls back. Grasping his jaw, you force his eyes to meet yours. “I asked you a question,” you order, thumb grazing everywhere around his sensitive slit.

“No.”

“No what, Mendez? I know you have the ability to speak; you’re rather loud when you want to be heard.”

“No, she doesn’t let me have my way.”

“Well, she just sounds boring, doesn’t she?”

“Mhmm.”

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes!”

“Not so loud, we don’t want her hearing this,” you giggle.

Taking both hands, one massages its way on the tip, teasing and squeezing, while the other focuses on the base and fondling his balls. Within no time, you feel his body tensing and bucking up to meet your hands every so often. The veins poke and prod, his breath quickens, and when he’s just about to reach the brink, you let go of him.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.”

Whimpering, he looks down at you with blown pupils. Pushing him onto the small desk beside the shelves, you force him to sit on top of it. Following him, you remove his shirt as well as your pants and panties. Idly, you use his thighs for support, straddling his hips with your clit brushing the side of his cock.

“Tell me what you want, Big Boy. All you have to do is ask,” you smile mischievously.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

Slowly sliding your clit along his dick, you stare at him, “Nah, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Please FUCK ME!” he almost yells.

In one swift movement, you raise your hips and surge downwards, taking his cock fully inside your wet pussy. Collectively, you both moan at the intensity, allowing yourself a moment to adjust. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you allow him to place his hands on your hips and thighs for balance. Slowly, you start to bounce on his cock, careful as to not fall off of him. 

He grows needy once again, the familiar sensation of bliss encouraging him to help grind your hips into him more harshly, taking the initiative to thrust into you from underneath. You start to feel the coil in your own core tighten as well, moaning into his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys in your wake.

Once more, you both feel yourselves in need of release, but not yet. Stopping all movements, you slowly release yourself of his cock, a lewd pop making your cheeks burn. 

Groaning in need, you see Mendez visibly grow tiresome of your games. Good, that’s what you wanted.

With frustration, Mendez gets back onto his feet, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging your head into his chest. You feel a delicious sting on your scalp, smiling with satisfaction. Roughly, Mendez bends you over the desk face down, plunging into your aching core once again. 

He doesn’t bother to use the slow and torturous pace you’d done before, rather, pulling your hair back to arch your spine. The peculiar position targets your G-spot, making it hard for you to keep quiet. 

With one hand latched onto your hair, the other squeezes at the back of your neck, Mendez’s hips thrusting at a dangerously fast and hard pace. The coil tightens once again, squeezing his cock as it endlessly pounds that special spot again and again and again.

Once more, you feel his dick harden in a painful solidity, veins rubbing your walls in just the right way. Breaths hard and fast, his thrusts get sloppy, signalling his upcoming release.

“Cum inside me, Mendez. Fill me to the brim.”

And that he does, letting go of your hair and neck to bruise your hips in a death-grip, thrusting one final time. Leaking his seed in sensational shots, your orgasm crashes into his own, milking his cock. He lets out a final moan like an animal, his cock softening as the last of his cum seeps into you.

Pulling out of you when you’re both satiated, he lets out a breath of relief. You stay leaning against the desk for a little while more, legs weak and wobbly. Mendez giggles at the sight, in which you finally get up and dressed with him.

“The answer is no by the way.”

“What was the question?”

“Nobody is as good as you are,” he smiles.

“Is that a compliment or are you just trying to make one-time-thing-conversation?”

“It’s a compliment. You’ve always been my favorite, Y/N.”

“Thanks?”

“I love you, Y/N. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

The room goes quiet, and you just blink at him. “Shit, Y/N, I-”

Your face breaks into a sly grin, pulling him into another kiss. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Both of you laughing, you guys take your leave. Mendez leaves a few moments before you with a quick kiss and goodbye. Then, counting to 10, you walk out after him, his figure disappearing down the hall. Yet, as you turn to go the other way, you just barely catch sight of a shocked Daya propped against the wall.