#soft wlw

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She clocks out as the neon sign in the window glides: ‘24-Hours Open’ Her position behind the counter, replaced by another employee who barely looks up from their phone. She grabs her jacket, slinging it over her shoulder and nods towards the door.

“Cmon birthday girl.”

The night air hits a bit cooler than before. And the beer you crack open as soon as you step outside sends warmth down your chest. The streets quiet, just the sound of your footsteps and cars passing by occasionally.

She bumps her shoulder gently into yours, “So…big plans for the rest of your b-day?”

You laugh, bittersweet: “This is the most social thing I’ve done all day.”

She gives a look, curious she tilts her head: “Did you at least get birthday calls? Messages? Something?”

You shrugs, “Apart from family…” you shake your head. “No one said anything.”

You pause for a second, “Actually, yeah. My coworker who’s an elderly woman said happy birthday.”

You don’t want pity, and she knows that, cause she doesn’t give you any. She just walks closer, her arm brushing yours.

“You know…” she begins, taking a sip of her beer. “You usually post on your birthday.”

You surprisingly glance at over at her: “Do I?”

“Yea,” she laughs softly. “You didn’t this year. If you had , I would’ve said happy birthday right away.”

You stop walking for a second. “You…follow me on social media?”

She raises a brow, grinning: “Of course I do. Why? You don’t follow me?”

You open your mouth, then close it. The silence answers for you.

She burst out laughing, the sound: teasing, affectionate, kinda warm all at once. “Oh my goodness. Wow, so you really just never noticed me there?”

You look away all flustered. “I-I…you’re not really someone I expect to keep up with me after school.”

She slows her pace until the two of you fall into sync again, but this time she’s closer. You look over at her before quickly looking down at the black plastic bag filled with what you bought.

Her tone is lower. “Well I did.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You nervously bite your bottom lip. The apartment complex appears around the corner, streetlights making everything gold. You feel her eyes on you.

“Which one?” She asks, nodding towards the buildings.

You point, the motion a little wobbly from the alcohol. She reaches for your elbow lightly, not holding you more like steadying you.

That touch makes you have butterflies.

She smiles, “Alright, Apartment 312.”

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“Do you wanna come in? For one more drink? I still have cake. Might as well pretend is a birthday party.” The words slip out without hesitation. You’re not sure whether it’s the beer, the tingling feeling of her hand still lingering on your elbow, or the way she looked at you under the streetlights…

She looks at you for a second, her expression making you nervous. “Yea, I’d like that.”

Your apartment inside? The right amount of messy that comes from living alone and not expecting people to come over. A blanket on the couch, an empty mug, a candle that burned out days ago. Yet she doesn’t seem to mind. She just takes it all in with curiously, then flops on your couch like she’s been here hella times.

You grab the cake from the fridge, store bought—frosting smushed, and two forks. She whistles dramatically.

“Damn, a private cake tasting. I feel honored.”

You laugh and hand her a fork. The two of you eat straight from the container, washing it down with another round of drinks.

You talk about everything and nothing. How you moved back to this town after swearing you’d never return. How the other city you lived in, drained you out. The way it took you so long to unpack, and how you barely go out, only to work.

She listens, knees angled towards yours on the couch.

“It’s kinda nice you’re back,” she admits quietly. “Everything now feels nostalgic.”

Blaming it on the alcohol, the comments feels deeper than it probably is. You swallow another sip.

From there, the convo switches to high school. Old teachers—stupid rumors—ugly ass yearbook photos. The friendship between you two: never close but shared memories of events during lunch or field trips.

Both of you laughing hard, leaning into each other the more drink you two get.

At one point she groans, dropping her head back dramatically.

“God, your friend group was lowkey lameee.”

You cackled, “I KNOW! They were…ugh I dunno. I mean…” you pondered briefly. “They were cool sometimes. I just don’t know how I survived all the drama.”

She rolls her eyes and snorts. “They thought they were cool.” after a sip, “…them ditching you after graduation?….Never liked them.”

You tilt your head, “I never knew that. You never mentioned it.”

“You never asked…and why would I tell you that?” She teases.

Another drink enters your system quickly. Now your head feels light. The line between rational judgment and drunken honesty blurs, you say it:

“There was this one time…in the girls locker room.”

Her eyes goes to you instantly, amused and curious. And now you wish you didn’t bring it up.

“Go on,” she smirks. “This already sounds interesting.”

“Ahh, no no, never mind.” You drop your face into your hands for a second, but the alcohol pushes you. “Ok ok.” You caved in so quickly.

She taps your knee, “…come onn, say it.”

You exhale. “You remember, sophomore year. We had the same P.E class. It was after class.”

She lowers her chin a bit, “You gotta be more specific. I try very hard to forget that locker room existence.”

“You were always the last one to finish changing,” you mumble. “You’d be at your locker, shirt half on, hair a little messy from whatever we did that day.”

She now looks more curious and amused.

“And?”

“And…” you look all around your living room except her face. “There was this one day. You were laughing at some joke someone made, and you-your shirt was kind of…stuck…?”

You gestured badly, “Like halfway up. And I just…I dunno. That image stuck in my head for a while.”

She blinks slowly. What was even slower was that little wicked smile that forms.

“So, what I’m understanding is…you were checking me out during our time in the locker room?”

You blush: “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to,” she leans closer, voice deepens.

Her knee presses between yours a little. “You fantasized about me in high school?”

She’s making the room spin more than the alcohol. You gulp hard, “it was just one time.”

“That you’re admitting…”

You wanna deny it, but her stare is steady, flirty, soemthing you can’t really give a name to. Just feel down to your core.

The air between becomes heavy with alcohol, nostalgia, dare even say….lustful?

She leans back a bit. Answering the last thought, when she licks the frosting off her fork and watches you like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Should’ve said somethin’ back then,” she says playfully.

You met her gaze.

“You wouldn’t have believed me.”

And for the first time all night, she doesn’t laugh. She just looks at you. The way she wouldn’t dare to do in high school.

You feel her shift closer on the couch. Her knee brushing yours again. Her hand slides along the back of the couch until her fingers hover near your shoulder, like she’s testing the waters.

“What?” You sniff nervously.

“What?”

“You’re staring,” your whisper.

She slowly smiles, “I know.”

Her breath mixes with yours, a touch so gentle when you feel her thumb on your jaw. Makes you breathless

“Can I…” she starts, her voice barely audible.

You don’t let her finish. You close the space and press your lips to hers. A fluffy kiss at first: careful like if you’re painting with a small thin brush. The she makes that damn sound. Just one sound that’s needy and desperate. That small sound is all it takes to unravel everything.

She grabs your waist to pull you fully onto her lap; your knees on either side of her thighs. The couch creaks from the sudden shift. Her firm hands sliding up your back. Under your shirt, her touch is hungry and your thighs tighten around her.

You can tell something inside her awoken by the way she moves her mouth against yours. As if she’s been waiting years for this. You as well…

You pull back enough to catch your breath, but she chases you. Lips brushing against yours. Gosh she can’t stop.

“Mmphhh,” she humms against your lips, “you have no ideas how long I wanted that.”

Your heart flips, “High school?” You ask, out of breath.

She laughs, air hot on your neck as she kisses down to your throat. “Maybe.”

Her hand slips lower, gripping your hips, guiding you against her. Your body reacts: ASAP. You’re already wet. You grind down without thinking, and she lets out a hushed, strained groan that sends shivers down your spine.

The apartment becomes irrelevant: the cake, the cabs, the mug, the frosting stain on your cardigan. All of it doesn’t matter as she’s kissing you again, thus time deeper.

“Bedroom?” she whispers on your lips.

So dizzy~

You nod.

She stands, hands on your waist. You wrap your arms around her neck as she walks backwards, unknowingly, til you point at the right room and you back hits the wall. You kiss her like you need her, like you’ve imagined for all these years without even knowing.

⟡

Clothes hit the floor: her jacket first, then your pants, then her tank top. You barely make it to the bed before she pushes you gently on your back, climbing on you with a look that you only read in books.

Her fingers trace your waist, tickling your ribs, mesmerizing your chest. “You’re so beautiful,” she says, in a tone of almost frustration at how true it is.

You pull her down and kiss her again: deeper, messier. Hair tangles between your fingers as she shifts between your legs. Her thighs slide against you and you gasp, hips lifting towards her instinctively.

She notices. She smirks. She does it again.

You playfully bite her shoulder and like she’s done all night: laughs…except this time it’s breathlessly and followed by a rolling of her hips against you. Yummy, slow, calculated.

Your mind goes fuzzy. Soft moans fill up the room. Yours plus hers, overlapping. Her hands explore every inch, guiding you.

You feel her everywhere: mouth on your neck—fingers tracing between your thighs, coated with slick—breathe trembling when you tug her closer.

God, she wants to ruin you. You want her to.

You lightly gasp an exhale. You felt pressure against your clit as she keeps the heel of her palm on your bud and slips inside her index and middle finger.

⊹

Your lips journeyed back down her neck, her chest as you slowly grind on her hand.

You cum with your mouth on her collarbone and riding on her fingers. She’s whispering your name through it, in way that she can’t even believe she’s actually doing this with you, needy and desperate.

She kisses you tenderly through the aftershock, holding your jaw steady. Then take your hands to her body, and you take your time exploring.

“Your turn,” you whisper.

Her lashes flutter. “Mm yea…” she breathes, “please.”

You’re a bit more feral, palms grazing her nipples then filling your hands with her breast. Leaving wet spots on the valley of her breast with open kisses.

‘It’s MY birthday, and she’s like my gift. I’m going to enjoy her, like I deserve.’ you thought to yourself, selfish thoughts.

You trailed your gaze down to her bare bottom, and trailed your mouth over it. Her fingers slid into your hair, and you just lost it.

You tasted her slowly. Lingering, your hands sliding up her stomach feeling her muscles quiver in pattern. Toying and teasing her breast. She tugs your hair, and rolls her hips against your mouth.

She got on her elbows as she shook, knowing she was close. You lightly stroked a fingertip over her slit, teasing the opening as your mouth traced lazy circles around her clit. Your eyes watching hers, looking for her reaction.

She let out a throaty low groan and you loved it. You were no longer thinking: ‘My birthday, my gift….’ it’s now a ‘Thank you. Thank you for spending time with me on my birthday.’

You learn what makes her gasp, arch her back, grab the sheets. Seeing her come undone under you ignited something…that you didn’t want to think about right this moment.

“Oh god,” she gasps. Her hips twisted subtly, and you slid your finger out, letting her watch as you slowly sucked it into your mouth, tasting her.

She basically rolled her eyes back, letting out a chuckle, she didn’t think that you even had this side. “If I knew you were going to be like this, I would’ve given you more.” She managed to say audibly.

“Don’t worry about it.” You kissed between her thighs. Tasting her one last time.

“You’re…” she swallows. “You’re unbelievable.”

You crawl up to her. Clinging onto her close, you don’t really mean to. She doesn’t pull away. She kisses the corner of your mouth then your lips.

Eventually, later on you’re both exhausted, drunk, tangled together asleep. One arm over your waist, the other drape over her eyes, your face against her collarbone.

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2:43 a.m

You wake up to the soft rustling of sheets and the fabric being pulled away gently.

For a moment you think it’s morning, until you glance over at the dim lights glowing in your nightstand.

She’s sitting at the edge of your bed, fully dressed, slipping on her shoes. The room is dark except for the light you left on the hallway, drawing over her shoulders—curve of her neck—and the messy flyaways of her hair.

She glances over at you as you move.

“Hey,” she whispers, voice groggy from sleep. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You slowly sit up, the sheets slipping down your chest. “You’re good. You heading out?”

She nodded, tying her shoe. “Unfortunately—yea. I have to…”open,” the store tomorrow. Well…today.” Her tired laugh is soft and real and makes you grin foolishly.

There’s no awkwardness, no panic, or regret in her gaze. Just pure exhaustion, and a tiny bit of hesitation if she should leave or not.

You shake your head, “I get it.”

She stands, smoothing her top sliding into her jacket. Then looks at you with something gentle and tender.

“I had a really good time,” she quietly says. “Like…honestly the best night I’ve had in a while.”

Your chest is warm: “…me too.”

She steps closer, stopping in front of you. Her hand lifts, fingertips brushing your cheek, jaw, slow and respectfully. Memorizing you again before she closes the door behind her.

Then she leans in and kisses you. Not hungry like earlier. Not rushed like she wants to leave.

Just a soft kiss, sweet and honest.

When she pulls back, her forehead rest against yours for a moment:

“Happy birthday,” she murmurs.

You blush and hold your breath.

“And…I hope I see you again.”

You open your eyes. “You will.”

She smiles, before stepping toward the door. You watch her walk out through the hall, listen to the soft click of your apartment door closing behind her.

You bite your bottom lip with a smile.

The room feels different now: still quiet, but not lonely.

You roll over, grab your phone from the nightstand, and open social media: search her name….There she is.

Profile photo you somehow never noticed. Thinking how you missed her entire online existence.

That follow button you should’ve pressed years ago: You tap it.

Then you go on every other media: follow, follow, follow…

It’s stupid, you feel silly. Also feels huge. It feels like the best birthday gift you could’ve given yourself.

You set your phone down, sink back into the warm spot she left behind, and close your eyes.

For the first time all day…maybe even all year;

you feel wanted.

Definitely looking forward for tomorrow.

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The showerhead had run hot for exactly four minutes before going arctic. Natasha had clocked it immediately.

"Back to back," she’d said. "Four minutes. Don't use all the hot water."

So you had stood back to back in four inches of tiled space, staring at the grout, thinking about absolutely nothing. The mission, the contact, maybe some of the supply routes.

"You're tense," she’d said, from six inches behind your left ear.

"I'm fine."

"Your shoulders are basically earrings right now."

"That's just how my —"

Her hand moved between your shoulder blades. Flat-palmed, warm, resting there. Your shoulders dropped two inches without permission.

"There," she’d said, like it was simple. Like she hadn't made your brain go blank.

The hot water cut out, but neither of you moved for thirty seconds.

You emerged to find her at the debrief table, hair damp, reading like none of it had happened. She held out a towel without looking up.

"You're catastrophic," she said pleasantly.

"You started it."

"I handed you a towel."

"Before that."

She looked up. Her mouth wore a rationed almost-smile and she held your gaze a beat too long. "Go to sleep," she said. "You're on first watch."

You lay on your side of the room and stared at the ceiling for a very long time.

"All girls do that," you told Steve.

He opened his mouth, and closed it. Then, he opened it again. "Back to back. In a shower."

"It's efficient."

"In a —" He stopped, and visibly recalibrated. "I grew up in Brooklyn. I know how girls are with each other —"

"Then you get it."

"I don't think I —" He looked at the list, then at you. "I lived in a barracks for years. Men don't do that."

"We're not men."

"I'm aware —"

"Different social norms. Women are tactile. It's completely normal."

Steve stared at you with the expression of a man losing a fight he’d already spent hours preparing for. He wrote something on the list. "Prague," he said. "Sleeping arrangements."

Natasha had claimed the centre of the mattress immediately upon arrival. You’d stood in the doorway with your go-bag, looking at the sliver of space remaining.

"You did that on purpose."

"The room has one bed."

"You're in the middle of it."

"I'm a restless sleeper." She pulled the blanket up, serene. "Floor looks fine."

You took the sliver. Then you woke up past 3am facing the ceiling — which wasn't how you’d fallen asleep. Nat's head was on your shoulder, with her arm sling across your ribs. She weighed nothing. You lay in the dark, running a thorough diagnostic of your entire life.

You didn't move — a proper tactical decision. Natasha coming awake suddenly in an unfamiliar room was dangerous. That was the only reason.

You fell back asleep with your nose in her hair. She smelled like soap — clean, sharp. You had the thought, soft-edged with sleep, that you'd know it in any room. Any dark.

She told you three months later she’d been awake the whole time. On the common room couch, her feet in your lap, not looking up from her book. Casual. I didn't want to move. You were warm.

Like that explained everything.

"It's a friendship thing," you told Steve. "Girls sleep close. It's comforting."

"You were—" He paused, mouth fumbling to choose his words correctly. "Intertwined is the word I'd use."

"We were cold."

"It was July."

"Prague is cold in July."

"It really isn't —" He stopped himself, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I shared bunks with men for four years. We did not —"

"Again, not men."

"I know you're not —" He breathed. "I'm not saying it's wrong, I'm saying it seemed like —" he gestured vaguely — "more than friendly."

"We're very good friends."

He looked at you, and you just stared back, completely calm. He glanced at the list, then back up. "The Rome corridor. After the debrief. I saw you —"

"I was patting down my lipstick."

"— I saw you ki —" He stopped, trying to replay it. "Patting down your lipstick."

"Mouths near. Close proximity. You caught an angle."

The debrief had run three hours. Nat had walked out looking the way she looked when things went exactly to plan — settled, luminous, that satisfaction she kept close to the chest. She’d glanced at you in the corridor.

You’d had four seconds of good judgment. Then it ran out completely.

You’d kissed her. Stepped into her space and did it, hand to her jaw, heart doing something humiliating the whole time.

She kissed back. Both hands came up to frame your face — deliberate, unhurried. When she pulled back, she looked at you like you were something she’d made her mind up about.

"Took you long enough," she said.

"I was strategising."

"For a whole month."

"It's a nuanced situation."

She laughed. The real one — the one she didn't usually let people near. It did something catastrophic to your chest. You stood in a corridor in Rome watching it happen and thought, with total clarity: I am in so much trouble.

You genuinely hadn't seen Steve at the end of the hallway. This was mortifying. You had a commendation for surveillance — framed.

"Patting down your lipstick," Steve repeated.

"Mm."

"Both of you."

"She was helping."

"She was —" He stopped, sighing as he stared at the desk. "I don't —" He looked like a man trying to stand on a moving floor. "I know what I saw."

"You saw us close together."

"Very close."

"We're close friends."

"In a way that —" He exhaled, long and slow. "Women are — you're saying this is normal."

"Completely normal."

He looked at the list, then the ceiling — he was hoping the Heavens above had more useful answers than you. He put the list down. 

"I want you to know," he said, in a different voice, quieter, "I'm fine with it. I've watched you two for eight months. You're better together on ops, not worse. She's different with you. I don't know if she knows how much, but she is. I'm glad she has that."

The office was quiet. You’d read the manual. Section 14, highlighted in yellow. Intra-team romantic relationships are not recommended and must be disclosed to team leadership. You’d been so careful.

"We've been together a while," you said. "We're moving in. We were going to tell everyone at the housewarming party."

Steve rubbed his forehead. "Everyone already knows. Tony's had a group chat since February. Clint had a date in the pool, and then Sam won thirty dollars."

You sat with that.

"The bite mark," he added, very carefully, "at the Lisbon debrief. Nat's collarbone." A pause. "That was the one that really settled it for the group chat."

You’d felt very bitey that night. That was between you, God, and apparently the full Avengers roster plus support staff.

"The shower thing was genuinely nothing," you said. "On the record."

"I believe you," he said, in a tone that meant he did not believe you at all.

"Steve."

"It's noted."

"She's going to find this so funny."

"She already does." He nodded toward the frosted glass panel behind you.

You turned. The unmistakable silhouette of Natasha, leaning against the wall, shoulders shaking. You faced forward.

"We're very happy together," you said, with what remained of your dignity.

"I could tell," said Steve. "From the corridor. In Rome." He paused. "You had a commendation for surveillance."

"I'm aware."

"Framed, I think."

"Steve."

"Just noting it," he said, and looked at the ceiling again.

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The party buzzed with loud music and laughter, but Regina’s sharp gaze cut through the crowd the moment she spotted you. She had invited you specifically for this, her favorite nerd to pick on, the quiet girl who always flushed under her bullying.

Your casual pants and shirt felt out of place among the party outfits, and Regina’s short skirt swayed as she approached with that mocking smirk.

"Look who showed up. The little bookworm. Hope you’re ready to get humiliated tonight, nerd," she sneered, giving your shoulder a shove before spinning away to join the circle.

Everyone gathered for spin the bottle. Your hands shook as you reached for the bottle, heart hammering. It spun wildly before slowing and stopping dead on Regina. The room erupted in whoops and whistles. Regina’s eyes narrowed, but her lips curled into a cruel grin.

"Let’s go, loser," she ordered, grabbing your wrist and yanking you toward the small room.

The door clicked shut behind you both, plunging everything into near-darkness lit only by a thin strip of light under the door.

Regina leaned back against the wall, hiking her skirt up slightly with one hand. "Fuck me," she commanded right away, voice low and demanding. "Right now. Don’t be fucking useless."

You froze, cheeks burning. "N-no, I can’t. I don’t know how. I’ve never… I’m sorry, I just—"

"Fuck me," she repeated, stepping closer and pressing her body against yours. Her hand slid down to cup the front of your pants, feeling the growing hardness there. "Don’t play shy. I know you want it. Take your clothes off and fuck me."

"I really wouldn’t know what I’m doing," you whispered, voice trembling. "I’ve never done it before."

"Then learn fast," Regina snapped, tugging at your waistband. "Fuck me, nerd. Now."

Her relentless commands wore you down. After two minutes of her hissing the same order while grinding against you, your shyness cracked.

You fumbled with your pants, freeing your cock. Regina hiked her skirt higher and shoved her panties aside, exposing her pussy. You lined up awkwardly, pushing in with a shaky thrust.

"That’s it," Regina hissed, gripping your hips. "Fuck me harder."

You moved, inexperienced and clumsy at first, but the tight heat around your cock overwhelmed you fast. Within moments you gasped and came, pulsing deep inside her with a soft moan.

Regina smirked, expecting exactly that. "Figures. Quick shot nerd."

But you didn’t pull out. "I… I have to go again," you said quietly, already starting to thrust once more. "You didn’t cum. I need to make you feel good too."

"No—wait," Regina started, surprised as your renewed movements hit deeper, rubbing spots that made her breath hitch. Her hands pushed at your shoulders at first, but the sensation built fast. She stopped resisting, legs wrapping around you. "Fuck… keep going."

You kept thrusting without pause, your cock still hard inside her. Regina’s breathing turned ragged right after her first climax, her thighs twitching around your waist as the aftershocks rolled through her. You slowed just enough to let her catch a breath, then angled deeper again, grinding against the spot that made her hips jerk.

Her hands slid up your back, fingers curling into your shirt as the pressure built once more. Little gasps escaped her with every thrust, her pussy growing slicker and tighter around you.

The second orgasm crept up gradually—her moans turning into a broken whimper, her legs locking tighter, until her whole body seized and she came again, walls pulsing hard.

You didn’t give her time to recover. You kept moving, slower at first so she could feel every inch sliding in and out, then picking up speed when her breathing evened out.

Regina’s head tipped back against the wall, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. Sweat beaded on her neck.

You shifted your angle again, hitting a new spot that made her breath hitch sharply. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as the tension coiled tighter inside her. She tried to speak, but only a shaky moan came out.

The third orgasm built over the next minute, her hips rolling to meet your thrusts, her pussy fluttering around your cock before she suddenly clenched and came hard, her body shaking as pleasure crashed through her.

Still buried deep, you kept a steady rhythm, letting her ride the afterglow before pushing her higher again. Regina’s legs trembled around you. Her skirt was bunched up between your bodies, her panties stretched aside.

You could feel her getting wetter with every stroke, the wet sounds filling the small space. Her hands moved to your hair, tugging lightly as the next wave started to rise. She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but soft whimpers slipped out anyway.

The fourth climax took longer to build—her breathing growing faster, her thighs squeezing you, her pussy gripping tighter and tighter until she finally broke, coming with a choked cry, her body going limp against the wall as the orgasm left her panting and spent.

The door rattled. Time was up. You both scrambled to fix your clothes. Regina smoothed her skirt and hair, face flushed and speechless for once. Beside her, you tugged your pants up, rambling nervously.

"I’m sorry if I didn’t make you cum, I—I really tried my best, but I didn’t know what I was doing. Maybe I can find books or watch something to learn better positions or—"

"Whatever," Regina cut in, voice still shaky. "Meet me in my room after the party, nerd."

The party continued in full swing once the seven minutes ended. Music thumped through the house while people laughed and drank in every room.

Regina stepped out first, her cheeks still flushed, skirt smoothed down and hair quickly fixed. She gave the group a sharp look that dared anyone to comment, then headed straight for the kitchen to grab another drink.

You followed a moment later, heart still racing, trying to act normal as the circle of players teased about the closet time. Someone spun the bottle again and the game moved on without either of you.

Regina stayed on the opposite side of the room for a while, talking loudly with her friends, but her eyes kept flicking toward you.

Every time your gazes met she looked away fast, sipping her drink like nothing had happened.

Later you spotted her near the stairs, leaning against the wall while two guys tried to flirt. She laughed at something one of them said, but her posture stayed stiff.

When you passed by to get more snacks she reached out and caught your wrist for half a second.

"Meet me upstairs in ten minutes," she muttered under her breath, voice low so no one else heard. Then she let go and turned back to the guys like the exchange never occurred.

The rest of the night blurred with loud music and constant movement. You caught glimpses of Regina circulating through the crowd, always surrounded by people, yet she never stayed in one spot long.

Around midnight she disappeared up the stairs without looking back. A few minutes later your phone buzzed with a single text from her, "My room. Now."

By the time the party started winding down, most guests were either passed out on couches or still dancing in the living room. Regina's bedroom door stayed closed upstairs, the light visible under the crack, while the noise downstairs slowly faded into background chatter.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the distant thrum of the party downstairs. Regina stood by her dresser, arms folded, her skirt still hiked up from your earlier encounter. She looked you over with a sharp, predatory expression that made your stomach flip.

"Took your time," she said flatly. "Get over here and fuck me again. Now."

She turned without waiting, bending over the dresser edge and lifting her skirt to expose her wet, waiting heat. She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing. "Pants down, nerd. Hurry up."

You stepped up behind her, still unsure of what you’re doing really, hands trembling as you freed your cock and pushed inside her pussy. The immediate heat and tightness made your breath catch in your throat.

You started thrusting, gripping her waist for balance, but as the friction built, your fingers slid up and tangled in her hair. You gave a quick, instinctive tug before yanking your hand away as if you'd been burned.

"Shit, sorry!" you blurted, your voice shaky. "I didn't mean to pull your hair, I just—"

"God, shut up," Regina snapped, though her fingers dug violently into the wood of the dresser. Her pussy clenched around you in a rhythmic squeeze. "Stop flopping around back there. Do better."

You adjusted your angle, driving deeper and trying to find a steady rhythm. Your hands wandered again, unsure where to rest, eventually pressing down on her lower back to hold her steady.

As your hips snapped forward, Regina’s body jolted. She bit her lip hard, a muffled “Mmph!” escaping her nose as she fought to keep her composure.

You whimpered, pressing a little firmer. "I just... I don't know where to put my hands."

"Pathetic," she muttered, though her voice was tight and strained. She swallowed a gasp as your cock dragged along her sensitive walls.

The challenge sparked something in you. You pulled out and guided her onto the bed, rolling her onto her side with one leg lifted. You slid back inside from behind, holding her close. Your hand drifted up again, catching her hair in another light tug. You froze, immediately letting go.

"F-fuck, Regina... I'm sorry. You feel so good, I can't help it," you murmured, your cheeks burning.

"Useless nerd," she hissed, though her thighs were visibly trembling. "You call this fucking? Put some effort into it."

Your thrusts grew more insistent, more desperate. When Regina tried to shift forward to escape the intensity, you pressed your hand firmly between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the mattress. She squirmed, but the pressure only seemed to drive you deeper.

You gasped, easing the pressure slightly. "I wanna make you cum."

"Shit... that's... not terrible," Regina forced out. Her voice cracked, and a sharp, airy moan slipped past her lips—“Ah!”—before she quickly clamped her mouth shut, looking horrified that she'd made a sound.

You flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and plunging back in. Your hand landed on her stomach, pinning her down as your pace accelerated.

Regina's back arched, her chest heaving. Every time you hit the sweet spot, her composure fractured further. A low, guttural hum vibrated in her throat, and a soft, broken whimper escaped her.

"Fuck, I-," you murmured, pressing down firmer when her hips bucked. "I'm trying to be careful. 'M sorry."

"Deeper," she ordered through clenched teeth, her eyes fluttering. "God, you're so... nggh... clumsy."

The friction was becoming unbearable. You felt the pressure building, a sudden, violent surge that you couldn't control. With one deep, heavy thrust, you groaned and came hard, filling her pussy with a hot load of your cum.

"Oh god, fuck! I didn't mean to—I'm so sorry, oh, you feel...so good!" you gasped, your heart racing.

Regina stiffened, her eyes widening as she felt the warmth flooding her. She let out a sharp, strangled gasp that she couldn't catch in time. "You... fucking shut up... you just—" She stopped, her breath hitching. "Don't stop. Just keep going."

You didn't have time to recover before you were moving again, the lubrication of your own cum making the sliding sensation even more intense.

You bent her back over the edge of the bed, fucking into her from behind. Your fingers found her hair again, tugging firmly this time, now not letting go.

"I'm trying to hold back, but you're so tight..." you panted.

Regina was losing the battle.

The sharp-tongue was being eroded by raw pleasure. As you fucked into her, a loud, unrestrained moan ripped from her throat—“Oh god, yes!”—followed immediately by a frantic, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—like that!"

The sound of her breaking only made you push harder. You were blinded by the sensation, your movements becoming rough and primal.

Another surge hit you, unexpected and overwhelming. You bucked against her, spilling inside her for the umpteenth time, the force of it making you shudder. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry, I can't help it!" you cried out, breathless and panicked.

Regina didn't snap back this time. She couldn't. She was shaking, her face pressed into the sheets, her voice breaking into short, desperate exhales. "Just... fuck... just keep... nnngh!"

You didn't stop. You kept thrusting through the climax you don't even realize she's having, your cock sliding through the mixture of her juices and your cum.

Regina came hard, her whole frame shuddering under your grip. She let out a long, high-pitched wail of pleasure that echoed through the room, her composure completely shattered.

As the waves of her orgasm subsided, you felt one final, lingering pulse of pleasure. You groaned, coming inside her a third time, your body collapsing against her back.

"Did... did you cum?" you whispered into her neck, exhausted and still trembling.

Regina lay there, breathing hard, her skirt rumpled and her face flushed. She didn't call you pathetic this time. She just let out a shaky, exhausted sigh, her body still twitching from the intensity of the encounter.

As you received no response, you took it upon yourself to obscenely take a look for yourself. You flip Regina onto her back and lift her leg up as she pants above you, observing how her pussy and leaking mainly of your cum.

Guilt swallowed you. It was as if you'd only used Regina to get off and didn't even bother to make her feel good and return the favor. You simply could not let it stand.

"You didn't cum, " you thought out loud. "I—I can try again, Reg— I'll do better, hold on."

You stroke your cock twice and line up your cock to her pussy again before slipping in. The heat of her pretty pussy envelopes and overwhelms you. You will yourself not to cum so soon, but like all the other times before, you can't help it.

Regina groans, her brows knitting together as she squirms under you and grabs onto you as she bucks her hips up to take more of you.

"Shit, I'm sorry...I—I'm so bad at this." You shudder and press into Regina deeper as your load shoots into her. You pant above her and hold onto her shoulder

You stayed locked inside her, hips driving forward without pause as your cock kept pulsing thick spurts of cum deep into Regina's pussy. The desperate need to push her over the edge again fueled every thrust, your body pressing down harder to keep her exactly where you wanted.

You shifted her onto her side first, one leg hooked over your arm to spread her open, then rolled her fully onto her stomach again. Your full weight came down across her back, pinning her flat to the mattress while your knees kept her thighs apart.

Your hands caught both her wrists and yanked them up above her head, holding them tight against the sheets so she couldn't push back or twist away.

Your cock never stopped moving, slamming into her soaked cunt from behind with wet, sloppy sounds as more cum flooded out around your shaft.

Every thrust forced another heavy spurt from you, soaking her insides and leaking down her thighs in messy trails. Regina's body jolted under you with each impact, but she stayed trapped, face buried in the bedding, ass raised just enough for you to keep pounding into her.

"Sorry," you gasped, voice shaky from the constant release pouring out of you. "Oh my god, Regina, you feel so fucking good. I want you to cum, please."

Your grip on her wrists tightened as another wave of cum erupted inside her, yet your hips never slowed. You kept driving deeper, grinding against her most sensitive spots while your body stayed flush against hers, refusing to let her shift even an inch.

Regina's breathing turned ragged fast. At first she tried to bite back any sound, but the relentless pace wore her down. A sharp moan slipped out, then another, louder.

"Fuck—ahh, shit!" Her voice cracked open completely as your cock dragged against her walls with every stroke. "Jesus Christ—don't stop, fuck!"

The moans poured out now, raw and unrestrained while her body shook under your pinning weight. She couldn't hold anything back anymore.

You kept thrusting through it all, cum still spurting in thick ropes as you chased her pleasure. "Fuck, okay." you moaned when her voice pitched higher, hips snapping harder.

"A—are you cumming?" Regina's moans turned into broken shouts, her pussy clenching tight around your still-ejaculating cock as another orgasm ripped through her.

You don't register it, just kept fucking her relentlessly, driving her straight toward the next one while your cum kept leaking out around your shaft.

"Fuck yes—ahh, god!" Regina cried out, voice hoarse from how loud she had become. Her body jerked helplessly but stayed completely immobilized under you.

You pressed down firmer on her wrists, legs spreading hers wider, your cock buried deep and pulsing nonstop as you refused to ease up even for a second.

You kept pounding into her, grinding deep with every stroke while your body stayed flush against hers, refusing to let her shift even an inch.

Regina's breathing turned ragged fast. The pressure built quick under your pinning weight. Another climax hit hard—she clenched tight around your cock, her whole frame shaking as pleasure ripped through her.

Another followed close behind. Her body seized under you again, legs trembling helplessly as another wave crashed through her.

"Ahh—god, fuck yes!" Regina cried out, voice hoarse now, completely lost in it.

You didn't register either one. You just kept fucking her, driven by that desperate need, your cum still spurting thick and hot with every thrust.

You stayed locked in that pinned position, body pressing her flat, wrists held tight, cock slamming deep over and over.

Her cunt pulsed hard around your shaft, juices mixing with all the cum leaking out of her. "Nngh—shit, fuck!" She couldn't hold anything back anymore, body jerking under your weight.

The fourth climax hit her even harder—her voice broke into frantic moans, curses pouring out between gasps as her pussy clenched and fluttered around your cock.

"Fuck—ahh, don't stop!" She moaned out, loud and desperate, completely overwhelmed.

You kept going, hips driving forward relentlessly, another thick spurt of cum flooding her as you chased her pleasure without pause.

Regina's body shook under you, pinned and trapped, her moans turning into broken shouts with every thrust.

The fifth orgasm built fast—she clenched tight again, her voice cracking into a raw scream of pleasure as it hit her. "Jes—fuck, yes!"

You didn't ease up. You kept pounding into her, your cum still pouring out in heavy spurts, your body locked on top of hers with no room for her to move.

Then the tension snapped for both of you at once—your cock erupted harder than before, thick ropes of cum blasting deep inside her while her pussy clamped down in a powerful sixth climax.

Regina's whole frame convulsed under you, a loud, cursing moan tearing out of her as pleasure crashed through both of you together. "Fu—ahh, god!"

You stayed buried deep, hips still twitching with aftershocks, your cock pulsing out the last of your release. But the drive didn't fade. You started moving again, slow at first then picking up speed, already chasing another one for her.

Regina's voice came out frantic, shaky and breathless. "Wait—stop, I already came! Fuck, I came so many times already—I'm overstimulated, please!"

She tried to twist under your pinning weight but couldn't move much, her wrists still trapped above her head. "I already came—multiple times! You don't have to keep going!"

You freeze instantly at her frantic words, hips stuttering to a halt while your cock stays buried deep inside her cum-soaked pussy. Your body stays pressed flat over her back, pinning her wrists above her head, but the relentless thrusting stops cold.

"Wha—wait, really? Fuck, okay—I'm sorry...I— Did I hurt you?" Your voice comes out shaky and confused, breath hot against her ear as you hold completely still.

Regina pants hard underneath you, her body still twitching from the overload. "No, you didn't hurt me, you idiot. I came. Multiple times. I'm overstimulated as hell and you wouldn't stop."

You slowly ease your weight off her, releasing her wrists and rolling to the side so she can breathe easier. Your cock slips out of her with a wet sound, thick cum leaking from her pussy and dripping down her thighs onto the sheets.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize—I just wanted to make sure you felt good. You were so loud and I thought..."

She pushes up onto her elbows, skirt still bunched around her waist, hair messy and face flushed. "You kept going even after I came the first time. Then the second. Third. I lost count after that."

"I really didn't know," you mumble, sitting up and fidgeting with your hands. "I was trying so hard to get you there. You feel amazing and I just... kept cumming and wanted you to cum too."

Regina sits up fully, adjusting her skirt with shaky hands. "Look, nerd, it was fine. You're okay. But we're done now."

"Did you... did you actually enjoy it?" you ask quietly, voice small. "I mean, I know I was pulling your hair a lot and holding you down, and the that might not be something you're into, but—"

"It was good...or whatever," she admits, voice tight. "It's fine for someone like you."

Her expression shifts fast—embarrassment flashing across her face before anger takes over. She stands up abruptly, smoothing her clothes and pointing at the door. "Get out. Now. The party's over for you."

"Regina, I—"

"Out," she snaps, cheeks burning red. "Before I change my mind about how good that actually was."

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You heard the click of the sunscreen as she opened the bottle, pouring some on your shoulders and gently massaging it in. “You don’t have to get up, just let me do it.” Her cool hands rubbed every inch she could reach, from the back of your neck to the soles of your feet. “Now you have to flip over.”Reluctantly, you rolled onto your back. Angela giggled at the imprint of the towel on your stomach, before turning into cackling as she realized it also covered your legs and shoulders. “How long have you been laying like that?!”

“Long enough to know that you’re being mean to your beautiful girlfriend.” You humphed, crossing your arms and turning away from her. 

“She is very beautiful today, have you seen her around anywhere?” 

Your jaw dropped open. “Oh my god, you are so making dinner tonight, just for that comment.”

“Wasn’t I already?” You turned back to face her and watched her eyes sparkle with mirth. 

“You hate me and want me to die.”

“Nooooo, I could never. Why else would I be sunscreening you?”

“Maybe you’re seasoning me to cook and eat me for dinner.”

She started rubbing more sunscreen on you, propping one of your feet up on her thigh where she was crouched on the ground. “You know me so well. Seasoning you is exactly what I’m doing.” She smirked menacingly, “Now are you gonna do the rest or am I gonna have to tickle you until you do it?”

“Keep those grubby hands away from me, I’ll do it myself.” You stuck your tongue out at her.

“I know you secretly love it when these ‘grubby hands’ are allll over you!” She half-sang, sinking down into the chair next to you and wiggling her fingers towards you. “Remember this morning?”

Your sunburn hid the bright red of your blush. “Ange! Not in front of the kids!” You hissed, even though the kids were on the other side of the pool, clearly enraptured by bright red popsicles.

“They have no clue what I’m talking about sunshine, you however, clearly do.” 

“I’m- ugh, you- ergh,” You watched her grin grow wider as you fumbled with your words. Standing up, you finished rubbing the sunscreen into your neck. “I’m getting into the damn pool.” You grumbled, hoping to escape the teasing. 

“Enjoy yourself sunshine,” She winked, popping the top on a drink. “I’ll be here, enjoying the view.”

You placed your phone and airpods until your towel, then hopped into the pool, opting to float lazily on your back. You closed your eyes, feeling the water ripple around your fingertips. All of a sudden, you felt your head bump into something. Opening your eyes, you found yourself looking up at your girlfriend, who started to gently support you with a hand between your shoulderblades. 

“Hi there sweetheart.”

“Hi sunshine, I missed you.” She smiled softly down at you. “Feeling good?”

“Very relaxed, just what I needed.”

“Good. You deserve it.”

You reached a hand toward her, clinging onto her elbow. “I like seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Soft, not stressed, all for me.”

“I like seeing you like that too.”

 You stared at each other for a while, enjoying the moment, when you heard a kid yell “Cannonball!!!!” causing the water to violently erupt into waves. Angela helped you stand up before you got water up your nose. 

“I think that means it’s time to go home.”

“Agreed.”

The two of you got out of the pool, wrapped towels around yourselves, and leisurely walked back to your apartment, enjoying the fading sunlight. 

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You hated when Angela was right. Well, you hated when she was right to the detriment of your ego. You were indeed, as red as a lobster. In fact, it was so bad that the skin on your shoulders had started to peel and blister a bit after one day, and it felt like you were being burned alive. You had even spent the past few nights sleeping on the couch with a fan pointed directly at you to be as cool as physically possible, which Angela hated with a passion. 

“Come to bed with meeeeee.” She flopped over the arm of the couch and onto your shoulder. 

You sleepily pushed her away. “Too warm. Also ow.”

“Sorry sunshine. It’s kinda hard to believe that you got burned with SPF 50 applied to you twice, we were only out there for a few hours.”

“Mmph.”

“You want aloe?” 

“Please.” She went to fetch it from the fridge and you pulled your hair up off of your back, wincing as it caught on some of the sensitive skin. She tried to hand it to you, but you gently pushed it back at her. “Will you get my back please? It's hard for me to reach.”

“Of course.” You tensed, bracing yourself for the impact of something touching your sensitive skin, but instead, all you felt was the relief of the cool aloe and the soft touch of your partner. She was thorough, swiping the green gel over every bit of inflamed area. Once she finished, she kissed the back of your neck softly. “Will you come to bed now please?” She gave you her best puppy eyes, and you melted. 

“As long as you don’t mind me getting aloe on our sheets, I will.”

“All I care about is that you’re comfortable sunshine.”

"Then take me to bed sweetheart. But the fan is coming with too."