#skiiendiel

pairings : G!p Megan x fem crybaby reader

after a fun getaway vacation with readers family she gets post vacation depression when she gets home.

warnings : fluff, “making love”, fluff/smut, usage of bunny nickname.

One Friday morning, you woke up with a huge smile already spreading across your face. Sunlight slipped through your curtains, and for the first time in weeks, you actually jumped out of bed without feeling tired. Today was finally the day — the family vacation you’d been counting down to for weeks.

Your heart felt light with excitement as you grabbed your phone, the first person you wanted to tell being Megan.

“baby!! guess what today is!!” you texted quickly, barely able to contain yourself. The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

“your vacation, bunny. ” she replied. Just seeing the nickname made your stomach flutter. You could practically hear the sleepy smile in her voice through the screen.

“YESSS!!! i’ve been waiting forever for this!!” you texted back, practically vibrating with excitement as you rushed around your room packing the last few things.

“i know you have” Megan answered. “you talked about it every single day.”

“was i annoying 😔”

“ never. “ she replied. “i like hearing you happy.”

For a second, you just stared at the message, your heart softening instantly. Out of everyone, she always noticed the little things — the way your excitement spilled over, the way you rambled when you cared about something. And somehow, she never made you feel like too much.

“i’m gonna miss you though” you admitted.

Her typing bubble paused for a moment before appearing again.

“i’ll miss you more, bunny. but i want you to have the best time ever, okay? take pictures for me. and don’t forget about me when you’re having fun.” You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

“impossible” you replied. “you’re literally the first person i thought about this morning.”

Soon, everyone was settled onto the bus, your family talking over each other excitedly as music played softly in the background. Your cousins laughed in the back while your dad pointed out things through the window, and the closer you got, the more excited everyone became.

You leaned against the seat with your phone in your hand, smiling at Megan’s messages as the driver announced you were almost at your destination.

The rest of the days felt like a dream. Your family eating at restaurants full of laughter and loud conversations, everyone talking over each other while you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. Later, you all went horseback riding, the warm breeze hitting your face as you laughed nervously while trying to guide the horse.

Through it all, Megan kept texting you.

“you sound so happy baby” she sent after you spammed her with blurry pictures and voice messages full of laughter.

The last morning of the trip felt completely different. The hotel room that had once been loud and messy was now quiet except for the sound of bags zipping and tired sighs from your family.

You sat near the window for a moment, staring outside at the place you didn’t want to leave yet. Just a few days ago, everything had felt endless — the laughter, the pool, the late nights with your family. Now it was over too fast.

Your phone buzzed softly..

“leaving today? :c” Megan texted.

“yeah,” you replied. “i don’t wanna go home yet.”

“i know, bunny. but i’m glad you got to make memories with them.” She replied instantly

On the bus ride home, everyone seemed quieter than before, tired from all the fun. You rested your head against the window while music played softly through your headphones, rereading Megan’s messages with a small smile.

By the time you finally got home, the excitement from the trip was gone, replaced with that empty feeling after something good ends. Your bags sat by the door untouched as you quietly went to your room.

The first thing you did was call Megan. The second you heard her voice softly say, “hi bunny” your chest tightened, and before you could stop yourself, you started crying.

“hey, hey… it’s okay,” she whispered gently. “i’m here.”

“i miss it already,” you admitted through tears. “i didn’t want it to end.”

“Stay there for me baby. I’m coming to your house”

A little while later, there was a soft knock at your door. Confused, you wiped your eyes and walked over to open it — only to see Megan standing there.

Before you could even say anything, she pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close like she didn’t want to let go. The warmth of her arms instantly made your chest ache in the best way.

When she finally pulled back slightly, she gently held your face in her hands, lifting your head so you’d look at her. Her thumb carefully wiped away the tears on your cheeks before she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your cheek.

“there’s my bunny,” she whispered softly. “i’ve got you.”

Megan carries you bridal style upstairs and she kisses your lips and you moan into the kiss and your tears slip down as you kiss.

“Can I take them off?” She points at ur underwear and you nod “I’m gonna make you feel better my bunny..”

Megan unbuckles her pants and takes her underwear off along with them and she rubs her tip against your pussy and you let out a soft moan and she puts her dick inside you, she slowly starts rocking against you back and forth and she holds your hand as she pushes deeper inside

No degradation or dirty words. Just pure love.

“Does that feel good bunny?” She asks worried if it hurts and you nod “don’t stop..” you reply with a moan and she keeps making love to you as your souls connect in the most beautiful way ever.

Her dick slowly comes in and out of your pussy before going a bit faster “fuck I’m gonna cum bunny…” she moans and presses you against the bed.

“Please… cum with me Megan..” you reply and you both cum at the same time and she slows down and pulls out of you cleaning you both up and pressing a kiss against your forehead holding you close.

“ nothings gonna hurt you baby “

Not Letting Go

Cw: fluff!

It’s rain storming outside, this is the type of weather everyone in the house knocks out to.

Megan has finally put Sadie to bed after her crying and running around the house with a sharp object.

Sadie lays on her crib and has her eyes close while sucking on a pacifier.

“Finally…” Megan says as her eyes are barely awake, her body just hurts by walking

She goes to the bedroom and sees you sleeping while having your new born child, Scarlet.

Megan just twitches her eye, “you’re also going to bed.” Megan says as she grab Scarlet and puts her in her crib right next to the bed.

Once Megan is done putting scarlet to bed as well, she goes up to you and gets comfy in bed and holds you tight.

You start to sweat because Megan’s body heat is too much for you and you try to push her off while you’re sleeping.

You finally open your eyes. “Baby.. let go..” Megan just smiles at your sentence and pulls you closer.

“I’m not letting go.” She says as she just gets comfy to being your teddy bear that you did not asked for whatsoever.

You just gave up and let her suffocate you with her love.

I’ll examine every inch of you

warnings: medplay, fingering, you being Megan’s good little patient

tags: @airballll @meiiyok @litfz @hwang4luv

It all started one ordinary morning.

You woke up with a sharp, aching pain shooting through your wrist, like you’d slept on it the wrong way. You winced as you sat up, gently rotating it in circles, hoping the stiffness would disappear.

“It’ll be fine,” you mumbled to yourself.

You brushed it off and headed to the kitchen. It was just you and your cat, Millie, alone in your little apartment—just like every other morning. You’d gotten used to the quiet. Most days, you didn’t mind living alone. But every now and then, seeing happy couples curled up together at cafés or walking hand in hand through the park made the apartment feel a little emptier than usual.

Millie meowed at your feet as you prepared your usual breakfast: scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice.

You reached into the cabinet for your frying pan.

The moment your fingers wrapped around the handle, a sudden stab of pain shot through your wrist.

“Ow…”

You nearly dropped the pan.

“Guess I really did sleep on it wrong,” you sighed, shaking your hand before continuing.

Days passed.

Instead of getting better, the pain only grew worse.

Simple things became frustrating. Brushing your hair hurt. Carrying grocery bags became almost impossible. Even washing your back in the shower sent sharp pains racing through your arm. Every movement reminded you that something wasn’t right.

Still, you kept telling yourself it would go away.

It didn’t.

A week later, your best friend convinced you to grab coffee together.

The two of you sat by the café window, laughing over old memories and gossiping about life, work, and your latest situationships.

“So… are you finally gonna text them back?” your friend teased.

You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe.”

Before you could say anything else, a waiter approached your table with a friendly smile.

“What can I get for you ladies today?”

“I’ll have a coffee with whipped cream, please,” your friend said.

The waiter turned to you.

“And for you, miss?”

“The same, please.”

“Perfect. I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, he returned carrying the drinks on a tray.

“Here you go. Enjoy!”

“Thank you,” you both smiled.

You reached for your coffee with your sore wrist.

The second you lifted it, a sharp jolt of pain shot through your hand.

Your grip weakened.

The cup slipped.

“Oh!”

You barely caught it before hot coffee spilled across the table.

“Careful!” your best friend gasped. “You almost burned yourself!”

You set the cup down quickly, rubbing your wrist.

“Ugh… this stupid wrist has been hurting for weeks now,” you groaned. “It’s getting worse every day.”

Your friend frowned.

“Seriously… I don’t think that’s normal anymore.”

You looked down at your wrist, gently twisting it.

“It isn’t getting better.”

“I think you should go get it checked out.”

After a moment of silence, you nodded.

“…Yeah. I probably should.”

The coffee date ended shortly afterward, and you headed home with one thing on your mind.

As soon as you walked through your apartment door, Millie greeted you with a soft meow, weaving between your legs. You gave her a quick pat before grabbing your phone.

After searching for the nearest hospital, you dialed the number.

The phone rang twice.

“Thank you for calling Silver Creek Medical Center,” a cheerful nurse answered. “How may I help you today?”

“Hi,” you replied. “My name is Y/N. I’ve been having really bad wrist pain for a while now, and I’d like to schedule an appointment as soon as possible.”

There was a brief pause as the nurse typed.

“Well, you called at the perfect time! We actually have an opening tomorrow with Ms. Skiendiel. Would that work for you?”

A wave of relief washed over you.

“That would be perfect.”

“Wonderful! You’re all booked for tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you so much.”

“My pleasure. We’ll see you then.”

The call ended.

You placed your phone on the counter and glanced down at your wrist.

It throbbed harder than ever.

For some reason, a strange feeling settled in your stomach.

You couldn’t explain it… but you had a feeling tomorrow was going to change everything.

The next morning came faster than you expected.

You barely slept. Every time you rolled over during the night, the aching pain in your wrist woke you up. By the time your alarm rang, your wrist felt stiff and sore.

Millie jumped onto your bed, purring as she rubbed against your arm.

“Morning to you too,” you smiled softly, scratching behind her ears before carefully getting dressed.

After grabbing your keys and making sure you had your appointment information, you headed out the door.

The drive to Silver Creek Medical Center was quiet. Your mind kept wandering to every possible reason your wrist could be hurting. Maybe it was just a sprain… or maybe something more serious.

You shook the thought away as you pulled into the parking lot.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside the hospital, checked in at the front desk, and took a seat in the waiting room.

Just a few minutes later, a nurse stepped through the door holding a clipboard.

“Y/N?”

You stood up.

“Ms. Skiendiel is ready to see you now.”

You swallowed nervously before following the nurse down the hallway, completely unaware that this appointment was about to change your life.

You walk into her office shutting the door behind you, she looks up from her desk, pen pausing mid-sentence on the chart. Her eyes appraise you openly, a slow smile spreading across her lips as she leans back in her chair. “You must be Miss y/l/n” you nod “yes that’s me”

"Right on time darling" her voice is low, professional yet intimate. "Take a seat... then we'll do a full examination." You nod and take a seat

She watches you sit, studying you for a long moment before she sets her pen down. The professional facade softens around her eyes as she looks at you, a quiet curiosity flickering there. And you both make eye contact making you blush. “So my wrist has been hurting a shit ton lately..”

Her expression shifts instantly into professional concern. She moves around the desk, pulling a rolling stool closer to you until her knees brush lightly against yours. “Let me see it."

She gently takes your hand, her fingers cool and soft against your skin. She turns your wrist over, examining it closely while pressing her thumbs firmly into the tender spots. "Right here? Does this hurt?" You nod and try to hide your face blushing.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours as she continues to massage the sore spots. Something unreadable passes through her gaze before she looks back down at your wrist. "Hmm... seems to be some inflammation. Let me check something else real quick." She releases your hand but doesn't move away Her fingers trace slow circles over your inner forearm, her thumb pressing rhythmically into your muscle. "Good... you're relaxing nicely."

She stands up, her white coat falling open slightly to reveal the blouse beneath. She steps closer, effectively trapping your legs between hers and the stool. "Now, I need to check your range of motion. Can you rotate your wrist for me?" You nod shyly and rotate your wrist “good, good.. you’re doing amazing darling”

She carefully wraps your wrist with the bandage, her touch soft and deliberate. Once secured, she places your hand back in your lap, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "There you go. That should help it heal properly. Try not to use it too much for the next two weeks." You nod slightly standing up. “Thank you doc..” you head to the door to leave

At the doorway, your hand barely on the handle, she calls out softly. "One more thing..."

You turn to find her already standing behind you, her fingers finding your inner thigh through the fabric of your pants. She pushes the door shut with her hip.

“What are you..” she shuts you up pressing a finger to your lips.

“Shh.. you’ve been such a good patient.. why don’t I give you a reward for being so compliant, hm?”

Her hand slides from your thigh to your lower back, guiding you toward the examination table at the back of the room. The curtain around it is already drawn shut.

She pats the crinkly paper surface. "Sit."

Her fingers work at the lock on the door, clicking it shut. The sound seems loud in the quiet office.Her fingers are deft, sliding beneath the waistband of your pants to find you immediately wet. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she traces your entrance teasingly before pressing two fingers inside.

"Just relax..." she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper as she curls her fingers, finding that sensitive spot with practiced precision. "Let the doctor check everything."

Her touch is clinical in movement but the intent behind it is anything but professional. She slides her hand up your thigh, her knee gently pushing up against your other hip, positioning herself between your legs.

Her thumb brushes against the top edge of your pussy while her fingers continue moving inside, finding that rhythm. "You're so wet... relax for me." You moan her name grabbing onto her shoulders

She shivers at the sound of her name on your lips, her fingers picking up speed inside you. Her thumb circles your clit slowly, building pressure. "Shh... just let it out. The doctor is checking everything thoroughly."

She notices the tiny tremors running through your body, the way your thighs tighten around her hand. Her fingers curl deeper, hitting that spot harder and faster. “Getting close, aren't you...?" She leans down, lips brushing your ear. "Such a good patient... taking all this so well." Her thumb applies steady pressure to your clit as your breathing quickens.

She holds you through your climax, her fingers continuing their rhythm even as you shake, her thumb pressing firmly against your swollen clit to milk every last drop. Her other hand slides up your stomach, feeling your muscles contract. “That's it... good patient..." She keeps working until your tremors subside, then slowly withdraws her fingers, watching them come out slick and glistening. She cleans you up and grabs your number and you head out the door.

Dom G!P Megan x sub reader.

CW: G!P Daniela, Daniela being toxic, submissive Reader , Dominant G!P Megan, smut with plot? Drunk sex, Enjoy.

an: I decided to do something new with my writing. Just for today or maybe do it more idk.

It was pouring outside. The streets were empty, no people or animals. Just empty streets with houses.

It was night time and you were supposed to take your ‘girlfriend’ out but she ended up cheating on you with someone else.

“You’re seriously breaking up with me? Again?” Daniela asked, She wasn’t even shocked.

Her tone sounded like she was bored just talking to you. Making it seem like she didn’t care about the situation.

She wasn’t your sweet girl that you once knew.

You have yourself questioning if she ever was.

You take a deep breath before even speaking, You already know how this is gonna end. “Yeah again because you aren’t taking accountability for your actions.” You said as your blood started to boil.

She stays quiets.. 1, 2, 3.

She crosses her arms and takes a deep breath. She bites her inner cheek. Trying to figure out what to say. You can tell she’s getting all nervous and defenseless for her own good.

“You just keep proving me right. I don’t know how many times I have let you slide doing stuff like this. But it’s over, Dani.” You say as you were about to head out to the door. She grabs your arm. “En verdad mi vas a dejarme? We can fix it.” You grab her hand as pull it away from your arm she was gripping.

You walk to the door and as soon as your hand is on the doorknob, you turn your head to side so she can only see your side profile, but you aren’t facing her. “Comepinga en verdad, ya no te quiero ver jamás en mi vida.” You say as you turn the knob and leave out the door.

As soon as you left, your tough armor fell off and you started to feel tears forming in yours eyes.

You go to your car and unlock it and get in, your vision is so blurry from the Tears that no way you can drive at that Movement.

DING DING

Someone is calling you. Your fling Megan.

You did tell Megan that you and Daniela were having problems and she wanted to help you but you choose to do it by yourself.

You took a deep breath before answering the phone.

“Hello?” You said, the other side of the line was quiet for a couple of seconds.

“Hey Y/N, how did Dani go?” You hear Megan Voice say. She sounded like she was having the best time of her life.

You just it out a sigh, It clearly alerted Megan.

“It didn’t go that well I’m guessing?” She says as her happy tone from a second ago disappeared.

“Dani…” you say as you took a deep breath, trying to catch your words. “Dani is nothing but a heartless bitch.” You say as you wipe your tears with your bottom palm.

“Oh?” Megan says from the other lined, that tone of yours caught her off guard but she ended up smirking while having the best idea in her head. “Why don’t you come over? I can try to get your mind off it!” You smile at her offer. You do needed a break after that fight.

“Sure, Megan. Send me your address.”

You pulled up to her drive way and park. You go out your car and lock your car before leaving to the entrance of her door.

You knocked at her door while rain was pouring and your hair and make up were ruined when you ran out of the apartment of Daniela’s.

Megan opened the door with a smile. Always wearing black shirt and black baggy pants, her hair was down and she was wearing eyeliner.

“Sheesh she left you horrible…” Megan says as she raised her eyebrow and giggled a bit.

You end up playfully rolling your eyes and smiling, “Thanks Megan, for letting me come here.” You say as you hug her.

“Anything Time Y/N… Lets go inside. Let’s have some wine. So I already pour both of us some.”

You go in and you see the living room filled with scented candles and a painting of a Cherry on the wall and a wine bottle with two filled glasses.

In the corner of the room, her black cat is sleeping on the her cat bed and pet toys around the bed.

“So what about Dani being a heartless bitch?” Megan asked as she sat down on the couch and patted her side so you can sit.

You laugh at that statement, “she was a difficult little cunt.” You say as you sit down next to Megan.

Megan took a deep breath and close her eyes. Suddenly she’s in a serious mood. She opened her eyes looking straight but not looking at you, she speaks.

“Daniela has always done stuff like that to other people, She cheated, right? Sophia was defending her actions. Calling you a liar and saying that you were making up stuff. That’s why I called you.” Megan says as she took a sip from her wine, she didn’t swallow it. She just left it in her mouth. She does that to think usually.

“Sophia? Seriously? Well they been friends for the longest-“ “Still doesn’t have the right for her to say stuff like that about you when you guys are.. were close.” Megan interrupted your sentence after swallowing her wine and putting it back to table .

“Daniela did you dirty, Y/N. I wanna help you.” Megan says as her heart starts to beat as she looked at you.

That stare she gives, Daniela never looked at you that way. She never spoke to you this way either.

You grab the wine glass and chug the whole thing like if it was water and putting it back on the table.

Megan eyes widen, “Woahh, hold your horse-“ you get on Megan and grab the collar of her shirt and kiss her like if your life depended on it.

You pulled away to look at her, “if you really want to help me, then make me forget about Daniela’s existence.” You said in a low voice, almost like you’re whispering a secret.

Megan gulped as she felt herself get half-hard hard, oh she’s been waiting.

Suddenly she grabs your shirt collar and kisses you, trying to find a rhythm for both of you.

She flipped you guys over without breaking the kiss, her knee in between your legs.

She then taps her tongue on your bottom lip, asking permission.

You opened ur mouth just enough for her tongue to slip in and play with your tongue as well.

You feel yourself getting wet little by little.

She pulls away as a string of saliva is between you two.

You try to catch your breath and your breath hitches when you taking off her shirt. “You look so pathetic right now, Y/N..” she mumbles as she gets off you so she can take off her pants.

You can see her bulge in her boxers, the amount of pre-cum staining the boxer.

She pulls them down and her dick springs out.

Your eyes widen seeing her size, her dick twitches twitch by just seeing your reaction.

She gets leans in close to your ear and whispers “Now it’s your turn.” As she pull away but she’s looking down at you while her dick is begging you to suck it.

You feel the alcohol kick in, your body feels more heated than ever and your muscles feel lighter, everything in the room feels like it’s spinning.

You take a small gulp and nodded. You slide down your pants and throw them god knows where.

Megan gets on top of you and her bottom half of her body against yours while her hand on your jaw pulling your closer to her lips.

You moan feeling her other hand on in your entrance.

Her fingers slide in so easily and she starts to move them around to make you more loose for her.

Tears start to form in your eyes.

It felt so painful but it felt so good as well.

She pulls out to the kiss and uses the hand that was on your jaw to stroke herself.

She slides out her fingers and uses her tip to playfully smacks your entrance and slides it in.

“S-Shit..” she says as she feels how tight you are. You whimper just feeling her inside you and grab her shoulders. Digging your nails into her skin.

She starts to move her hips a little bit so you can stretch yourself around her.

She picks up her rhythm as starts to get faster by the second.

She leans in to smash your lips with hers, kissing you in ways that you never felt before.

You moan during the kiss and try to keep up with her lips. Her tongue enters your mouth somehow and ends up playing around your tongue.

She hips starts to stutter and her phase gets faster.

She’s getting closer.

She pulls away from the kiss and focuses on her rhythm. She finally makes one harsh Thrust and nuts inside of you.

You cum as well.

You guys stay there for a while until Megan gets off you and pulls out and puts on her clothes back on.

“Let’s run a bath for both of us, shall we?” She says as she lifts you off the couch and you wrapping your arms Around her neck and holding her close.

“Thank you Megan.”

“Anything time Y/N.”

AN: how’s my new style? Maybe I’ll keep it.

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- ur ex friend Dani takes advantage of you while ur drunk and fucks the living shit out of you, Cookies N Creamish?

The annoying sound of your alarm echoed through your room, pulling you out of a deep sleep. You groaned, rolling over and blindly smacking your phone until the noise finally stopped. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, making you squint as you sat up, still half asleep. Today wasn’t anything special—or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. You spent the morning doing the same routine as always: making breakfast, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, and trying not to think about the people who weren’t in your life anymore. Daniela’s name still popped into your head every now and then, but you pushed it away just as quickly. Whatever happened between you two was over.

By the afternoon, boredom had completely taken over. You wandered around your apartment, cleaned a little, watched a few episodes of some random show, and answered a couple of texts from your friends. Then one message changed the mood.

“Club tonight? We haven’t gone out in forever.”

You stared at the text for a second before smiling to yourself. Maybe one night of loud music and dancing was exactly what you needed.

As evening rolled around, your room turned into organized chaos. Clothes were scattered across your bed as you struggled to find the perfect outfit. Music played through your speaker while you fixed your hair, did your makeup, and slipped on your favorite jewelry. One last look in the mirror, a quick spray of perfume, and you grabbed your keys with a grin.

Tonight wasn’t about the past.

It was about having fun.

At least… that’s what you thought as you walked toward the club, completely unaware that someone from your past had the exact same idea.

as you and your friends walk into the club Daniela quickly spots you she looks away quickly, trying not to let her disgust show on her face as she watches you enter the club with your friends. Her eyes narrow as she takes in your appearance, from your clothes to your makeup. She can't believe you're even here, rubbing shoulders with people who actually have taste.

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before she turns back to her drink, taking a long sip to compose herself. The anger and revulsion simmering inside her is palpable, making the air around her feel thick and heavy. She knows it's only a matter of time before you spot her and come over, eager to flaunt whatever pathetic connection you think you still have. And when that happens, she'll make sure to let you know exactly how little she cares about seeing you again.

As the night wears on and you become increasingly intoxicated, Daniela watches with a mix of disgust and amusement. She's always had a talent for reading people, and it's clear to her that your drunken state is just a pathetic attempt to escape the reality of your own problems.

She observes how you stumble around, slurring your words and clinging to your friends for support. It's almost comical, if it weren't so sad. In a twisted way, she finds herself drawn to the spectacle of your public meltdown, relishing the knowledge that you're making a fool of yourself right under her nose.

When you finally stagger over to her table, reeking of alcohol and desperation, Daniela raises an eyebrow at your audacity. “Well, well, look what the cat dragged i-“ you cut her off before she finished her sentence by getting on her lap and grinding on her. Daniela's eyes widen in shock as you suddenly appear before her, grinding against her lap in a drunken attempt at a lap dance.

Daniela's initial surprise quickly gives way to annoyance, then outright rage. How dare you touch her like this, especially after everything? She grabs your waist roughly trying to stop you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hisses, her voice low. "Get the hell away from me before I lose my temper entirely."

Despite her harsh words, Daniela's body betrays her, a flicker of heat igniting between her thighs at the forbidden contact. She tries to ignore it, focusing instead on the humiliation and indignation coursing through her veins.

With a strength born from fury and a hint of lust, Daniela seizes you by the collar and drags you towards the dimly lit hallway leading to the bathrooms. She kicks open the door to the ladies' room, not caring about the startled looks from the few women inside.

Once inside, she slams you against the wall, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the other grips your chin, forcing you to meet her blazing gaze.

"You really are a piece of shit, aren't you?" she spits, her breath hot against your face. "Thinking you could just waltz in here and disrespect me like this?"

As she speaks, Daniela's free hand roams down your chest, fingers digging into your flesh possessively. Her eyes darken losing that sharp edge of pure hatred and replacing it with something far more. She doesn't care that you're drunk, and she certainly doesn't care about being gentle. If you wanted to play games in public, she was going to show you exactly how much she despises your lack of control—while simultaneously exploiting it.

With a rough, impatient movement, she hikes up your clothing, her movements jagged and aggressive. She doesn't waste time with foreplay; she wants to punish you and pleasure you all at once. Her fingers slide inside you with a sudden, forceful thrust that forces a gasp from your lips.

"Shut up," she commands, her voice dropping to a husky, dangerous whisper as she begins to work her fingers inside you. She moves with a rhythmic, punishing pace, her nails grazing against your sensitive skin. At the sound of your needy moans escaping her name, a cruel smirk twists her lips. She increases the speed and intensity of her fingers, reveling in the power she holds over you in this moment. Her thumb finds your clit, circling it roughly as she leans in close. "That's right, moan for me like the desperate slut you are," she purrs darkly. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name." As your orgasm crashes over you, Daniela feels your walls clench tightly around her fingers. She works you through it relentlessly, prolonging your pleasure until you're shaking and weak-kneed. But she's far from done with you.

In one swift motion, she spins you around and bends you over the sink, kicking your legs apart and slapping your ass until it has red handprints. She flips up your skirt and yanks your panties down, exposing you fully. Without warning, she lines herself up and thrusts deep inside you, filling you completely.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," she groans, setting a brutal pace. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back as the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. She pounds into you mercilessly, using you for her own satisfaction. As your second climax overtakes you, Daniela feels your inner walls spasming wildly around her thrusting cock. Your release coats her shaft, allowing her to plunge even deeper into your convulsing heat. She hilts herself fully inside you, grinding against your cervix as she chases her own peak.

"That's it, cum on my cock like the desperate whore you are," she pants harshly, her rhythm becoming erratic. "Milk me dry with this greedy cunt."

With a final, brutal thrust, Daniela buries herself to the hilt and stills, her own orgasm crashing over her. She floods your insides with her hot seed, marking you as hers in the most primal way possible. Her body trembles with the force of her release, pressing flush against your back as she rides out the waves of intense pleasure.

After a moment to catch her breath, Daniela slowly pulls out of you, watching with satisfaction as her combined fluids trickle down your thighs. She grabs some paper towels and efficiently cleans you up, her touches impersonal despite the intimate act they just shared. “There, now you don't look like such a mess,” she says coolly acting like she hates you. tossing the used towels aside. She tucks herself back into her clothes and smooths down her skirt, looking every bit the put-together woman she was before, save for the slight flush on her cheeks.

“So.. do you wanna go out sometime?” Daniela says before you walk out.