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regina george x reader
wc: 304
regina was never touchy with anyone until you came along. hugs with friends weren’t a thing. and she only ever touched the guys she dated to show them off.
but with you, her touches were noticeable.
she'd pull your arm to be around her waist as you walked the halls. her knee would brush up against yours at lunch. her hand would slide through your hair when she was talking to you.
and she loved when you'd touch her. in more ways than one.
the feeling of your hands caressing her bare back after a long night of gentle lovemaking. the way your hands would glide across her thighs as she tried to keep quiet. or the light touch of your finger tips as you made her tell you what she wanted.
the way your strong hands would wrap around her neck to keep her in place. or placed on her hips when she'd grind down in your lap during makeout sessions.
the feeling of your hands tugging her hair in a way that kept her whimpering and begging you for more. and the way they'd soothe the pull with your gentle words that made her lose control, "i know baby".
but the touches that got her the most were the gentle ones that came from you. when you guys would be cuddled up on the couch, one of your hands in her hair, the other moving up and down her back.
the possessive but gentle pull of her body closer to yours when guys stared too hard. the soft caresses of her cheek as you stared at her like she hung the moon in the sky.
she loved to feel you in ways that she never cared for with anyone else.
your hugs, your kisses, your soft hands. all hers.
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★ WARNINGS ; smut, camgirl!switch!regina, switch!reader, recording sex
☆ ⸺ SYNOPSIS ; whenever regina invites you over, it's usually to film and post for her followers—this time, though, she has something different in mind.
ˇ ⋆ ╱ AUTHOR'S NOTE ; fem!reader + regina is 21 or older, 6.5k words—if you can't tell, i got really carried away ... so, enjoy this 6-thousand-word manifesto of utter filth!! this is literally pure porn.
A few footsteps forward, and you were there again—on her doorstep, waiting for her: Regina George.
You didn't know what it was—but whatever it was intimidated the fuck out of you and you didn't know why; even as you stood before a double-doored, secure mansion in a gated community, the anxiety clung to you like a second skin and made your stomach hot. Or, maybe it was the anticipation. You honestly couldn't tell anymore.
It wasn't like it was your first time here, either. For the last 6 months at least, you've shown up on Regina's doorstep per her command. It wasn't anything weird, at this point—it was just routine. She called you, and within 20 minutes, you were back at her door with the same feeling. Everytime you came here, there was always the same nervousness that melted away the moment you step foot inside. And—
The door clicked open, pulling you out of your thoughts; all your worries peeled away when you saw Regina standing in the doorway, her smirk wide and gaze narrowed down at you like she was judging you. She was clad in a satin pink robe and was nursing a glass of, what was clearly and unsurprisingly, expensive wine that probably cost a small fortune. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and her fingers were tightly clenched around the glass. Bitchy and magnetic, that's what she was.
"Hey, loser," She scoffed, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at you. "Are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna come in?" Without giving you a chance to say anything, she turned around and walked back in, to which you hustled behind her.
"Shut the door on your way in!"
You shut the door before wandering behind Regina and moving into the kitchen, wonderfully decorated and organized in all its glory. Her back was turned at the bar and you watched her move around, and you cleared your throat to inform her of your presence. "Hey, Gina," You hummed, the nickname rolling off your tongue like it was nothing; mostly, because it was nothing. According to her, when it came to you, she didn't care what you called her as long as you called.
"Hey, baby. Thirsty at all?" She echoed in response.
"Mhm, but I'll take whatever you give me," You responded as you came up behind her, trying to peek over her shoulder to see what she was doing. Before you could get a good view, she turned around and faced you with her refilled wine glass and that same smirk. "You always take whatever I give you," She scoffed playfully; you resisted the urge to roll your eyes to avoid however she'd use that against you later. "You can have some of mine. I'm almost out, otherwise, I would've poured you a glass," She hummed before turning on her heels, to which you followed like a lost puppy—that was kind of just how it worked between you two, though. You followed her command with little question, just how you both liked it.
You followed her to the living room, watching as she sat down on the couch and leaned back. Red wine on a white couch? She was either drunk or just didn't care; news flash, it wasn't the former.
You plopped down beside her and hummed, and she threw her legs over your lap while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You swallowed as her robe loosened a bit, riding up on her soft thighs and revealing some of her cleavage. You accidentally stared for a moment before you felt her freshly-manicured fingers grip your chin, redirecting your gaze. "Ah-ah, babe. My eyes are up here," She teased, her smirk cocky. "Oh, shit—sorry," You sputtered, to which the blonde giggled in amusement before rolling her eyes. "Just shut up and take a sip."
She put the glass to your lips and you felt her other hand come up to grip your hair, gently tilting your head back to let the sweet beverage flow into your mouth. You felt that feeling in your lower stomach again at her sense of control—God, she was just hypnotic. "There you go," Regina hummed lowly, watching as you slowly downed it before she pulled the glass back and gave you air. You swallowed the drink and blinked as your head began to buzz slightly—it was sweet, but strong. You could see why she was trying to preserve it.
"Did I get here too early?" You hummed as the taste lingered on your tongue, surprised by how relaxed and comfortable she was—well, in a natural way. She always managed to present as though she had a settled composure, but you knew her enough to know that she wasn't in a rush, this time; she wasn't as serious, as quick, or as stoic. She was just there.
"No, what makes you think that?" Regina shrugged as she brought the glass to her own lips, humming as she did so. You shrugged. "I don't know—it just feels different, today? I could just be delusional."
"Well, it is different today," She deadpanned but didn't give further details. Before you could say anything or even ask about it, she pressed the wine glass to your lips to shut you up while she spoke. She tugged your head back a bit more roughly, and you gasped slightly before taking a few more sips. "It's no big deal—I'm just not working today," She hummed, her tone relaxed. You expected her to let you go, but she kept the wine flowing into your mouth, keeping you busy so she could keep talking. "But don't worry, baby—we're still recording. It's gonna be just for me this time, though. Got it?"
That was when she let up, removing the glass from your lips and letting you take a second; now, the glass was empty. She set it on the coffee table before turning her attention back to you.
You nodded in agreement as felt your brain buzz a bit more, but not enough for you to really be tipsy. For the second time, her fingers found your jaw and forced you to look up at her. "Words, baby."
"Yes, ma'am—got it," You repeated, to which she smirked. "Good."
There was a suddenness with the way she kissed you; she roughly turned your cheek before crashing her lips onto yours, humming softly as she felt you freeze up in surprise before melting against her lips. You let out a low groan and your hand found the back of her neck as you pulled each other closer, desperate to have more of her now, even if she'd have it her way. Regina had no problem taking what was hers.
Her fingers tightened around your jaw as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, clearly trying to take control and suck all of the air out of you; oh, she'd leave you gasping for air until you saw stars, and she fucking loved it. Without warning, you felt her hand that was in your hair move to your sternum to guide you onto your back, forcing your elbows to sink into the couch as you used them to prop you up. As she crawled to hover over you, she reconnected your lips and kept that firm grip on your jaw, her nails digging into the soft skin. She pressed herself closer to you and you felt your noses clash from the intensity, to which you leaned forward in desperation while she pushed you back down and kissed you harder. You moaned softly at her dominance, and you felt her grip you tighter and kiss you harder—you were at the point where you didn't want to stop, but you couldn't fucking breathe. If you died like this, you definitely would've been happy; she wouldn't let that happen, though.
Regina pulled back a bit to give you air and to catch her own, and fuck, you swore you couldn't wait to touch her anymore; her stunning emerald eyes were blown with lust; her cheeks were flushed from the intensity of it all and from the simple fact that she damn near suffocated you both, and her lips were swollen and parted as her chest heaved. You probably didn't look too much different from her. She was fucking perfect, and it so was unfair. You felt lucky to even get to see her like this, of all things.
After a few seconds of catching her breath, she pressed another kiss to your lips, but lingered only for a moment and started turning your head to press kisses along your jawline. "Did you miss me, baby?" She purred breathlessly, and fuck, that did things to you. Of course, you fucking missed her; she was perfect. "Yes," You whined out as she tilted your chin up, kissing down the curve of your jaw and causing you to shudder as her lips found your neck. "Tell me what you missed, then?" She hummed. What were you supposed to say? You missed it when she kissed you like this? Or when she'd suffocate you with her thighs? When she made you beg for her to let her use you?
"I missed how you taste and how you feel," You sighed as you felt your heartbeat continue to race at a high rate that was probably unhealthy. "I miss worshiping you—how you sound when you cum on my fingers. I miss that privilege."
"Oh, yeah?" Regina giggled as she continued to kiss down your neck, pausing for a moment before licking a stripe up the side of it. "You miss being allowed to touch me and fuck me, is that it?" She spat, yet there was no venom in her tone. Suddenly, she bit down on the side of your neck, eliciting a whine from you and prompting you to answer as she sucked on the area. "Yes, Regina," You whined. "I miss it so, so much. I miss you, and I miss being yours."
You shuddered as you felt her smirk and groan against your skin at your tone, her hands beginning to feel along the curves of your body as you laid beneath her. She moved away from the area she bit after soothing it over with her tongue, kissing along your flesh before nipping at your pulse point, her teeth scratching at it. "Mine," Regina repeated, sighing softly before finding a spot on your collarbone. One of her hands slid under your shirt, resting on the soft skin of your abdomen before moving up to your breast, squeezing softly. Her tongue made its way against the side of your neck again before she pulled away. Just as you were about to whimper in protest, your complaint was quickly replaced with a yelp as her other hand got tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, angling your gaze up at her hungry, needy gaze. She leaned forward and brought her face close to yours, her breath fanning over your lips as she spoke.
"You wanna be good for me, baby? D'you wanna be good for Mommy?" She hummed lowly, to which you nodded desperately before remembering the rules. "Yes, ma'am," You sighed. You moaned softly as you felt her other hand continue to massage your tit, her thumb running over your nipple as she watched your reactions intently. She smirked when you gasped, and she bit her lip. "Then, you're going to go upstairs to my room, since that's where I want to film today," She hummed. "And you're going to wait and do nothing else. Got it?" You nodded, but when you didn't answer, a harsh tug on your scalp prompted you to respond properly. What? It wasn't your fault her beauty made you forget how to speak. "Got it."
She climbed off of you and ran a hand through her hair, her dilated eyes watching as you got up and hesitantly went upstairs, tracking your every move as you did so. God, she was going to make you ruin her.
Not too long after you practically flew up the stairs out of impatience and excitement, Regina followed you up; when she pushed the door open and looked at you with those sharp, tempting eyes, her head was tilted slightly as she looked you up and down. She was quick to shut the door and turn on the pre-set camera equipment before turning on her heels toward you, her bottom lip taken between her teeth as she scanned you, perched on the bed. Ready for her.
Silence clung between you two for a moment; then, without a word, she grabbed your collar and pulled you into a bruising kiss. You couldn't do anything but melt into her touch, groaning softly as she moved to straddle your lap. Your hands quickly found her hips and pulled her down against you, to which Regina whined before promptly taking a handful of your hair and yanking it back, causing you to yelp in surprise. "Did I say you could touch me?" She spat with narrowed eyes, her smirk prominent on her lips. "We just started, and you're already breaking rules, hm? I expected better from you," She scoffed, and you couldn't tell if she was just teasing or being serious. "Sorry, ma'am—" You corrected. "Can I touch you, please? I promise, I'll be good," You whined. She glared down at you and you watched her smirk widen—God, she loved the power she had over you. You were so fucking easy.
"Since you're so desperate for it, babe, why not?" She scoffed. "You're lucky you're even allowed to touch me." In an instant, she reconnected your lips.
You could tell it was different this time—not just because she was filming in her actual bedroom instead of the one she had designated for filming or because she was recording just for herself, but because of the way she kissed you. She was more possessive and forward about what she wanted from you—she kissed you senseless and literally marked you as hers (not that you minded). All of it just seemed much more desperate than usual; not like she was hungry for you, but fucking starving. You didn't know what this was, but fuck, you could tell you needed more of this version of her.
Her hand moved from being tangled in your hair to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to her while your fingers dug into her hips. She whined softly and quickly shoved her tongue into your mouth—claiming what was hers with no mercy. She pressed herself against you like she was trying to become one with you—like she fucking needed you, and God, that made your already-buzzed brain feel even more drunk off of the ecstasy. Neither of you thought, you just felt.
You didn't know what the fuck was going on other than the fact that you loved it.
The kiss was so, so messy—your tongues danced, your lips locked, and you felt her trying to press closer to you, to get more of you. You took advantage of the opportunity to begin to guide her against your thigh, your pace slow and steady—fuck, she was soaked. Was this all for you, all because of you? God, you needed more; she clearly did, too.
Regina pulled away from the kiss to regain her breath, gasping softly as her hips rolled against your thigh, the friction making her brain fuzzy. She looked down at you with glossy eyes and parted lips, her hands moving to your shoulders as she swallowed. "Fuck me, baby," She moaned in your ear, tilting her head down at you. This? This was fucking insane—she knew how to disarm you with just the right tone and glare. Maybe you were easy, and if this was where it got you, then you'd take it.
Without hesitation, you moved your hand to tangle in her blonde locks and tugged her head back gently—and she let you, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her neck. Her eyes fluttered as she let out a low hum, her cunt dripping on your thigh. "You missed this, right, baby?" She hummed as you ran your tongue up the side of her neck, to which she moaned softly. "Yes, ma'am," You sighed against her neck.
"God, you're so, so perfect," You hummed lowly as you quickened her pace, your teeth scraping against her neck and eliciting a whimper from her. "Y-Yeah, baby? And how am I perfect?" Regina cooed, her smirk widening as her hand found your hair again and pulled you back to make you look at her. Oh, she had to hear this.
Fuck, how were you supposed to answer that? It was all just her—she was fucking perfect.
You swallowed as she looked down at you expectantly. "Use your words," She commanded firmly. You hummed, looking up at her with wide eyes, "Just every part of you, ma'am—your eyes, your smile, your body ... how needy you are." Subconsciously, you began to rock her at a quicker pace, biting your lip in thought. Fuck.
Regina chuckled softly at your reaction, watching as your brain began to turn to mush—just how she liked you. "Oh, baby—" She crooned, her other hand sliding under your chin. "You think I'm needy, after you were just begging to fuck me? That's so cute," She scoffed, her eyes narrowing down at you as she took her lip between her teeth. The hand on your chin moved up so that her thumb could tug at your bottom lip, her lashes fluttering and her tone low. If looks could kill, she'd have fatal attraction.
"Open your mouth," She hissed, and you obeyed knowingly, letting your mouth fall open for her. "Good girl," Regina purred in satisfaction before pushing two fingers into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around her digits and began to suck, gripping her hips tighter as she began to push them in and out of your mouth. "You're so pretty like this; so eager to please," She rasped , her expression and eyes conflicting; her smirk was wide and prideful, like she was proud of the control she had, but her eyes flickered with desperation, like she was struggling to keep control over herself. She was trying to stay put together, and you wanted to make her fucking fall apart.
"Anything for you," You whimpered, to which she shut you up by shoving her fingers back into your mouth. You took advantage of her vulnerability and gradually began to increase her pace, your hands steadily guiding her hips against your clothed thigh while she finger-fucked your throat, subtly gagging on her digits every now and then. Her gasps and groans grew louder and more frequent, her pace picking up as she seized some control while she looked down on you with those conflicted green eyes; fuck, this was perfect. Regina had you gagging on her fingers, showering her with praise, and following her every command—and you were more than happy to do it. And, fuck, the friction against her aching cunt felt so fucking good. God, what if she just came like this right now—for you? Fuck, that got her off. It'd be so—
Shit.
You were caught off guard when the blonde suddenly yanked your hair, and hard, making you yelp while she glared down at you with pointed eyes. What? Your hands kept her pace steady, but that was the fucking problem—she was too close, too soon.
"Fuck, baby—Y/N, stop," Regina snapped, biting down on her lip as she tried to slow her pace and regain self-control. You whined and gripped her hips to a bruising point, slowing her to a stop. What happened? Did you hurt her? Was she already tired?
You looked up at her with concern as her chest heaved from the sudden interruption, preventing her orgasm seconds before it happened. Fuck, she needed more of that. She slowly withdrew her fingers from your mouth, panting a bit as her almost-high feeling began to level out but settle in her bones, making her crave more.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" You hummed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear with care. "I'm fine," Regina huffed, her dilated gaze fixing back on you. "Did you expect to be allowed to make me cum that fast? Oh, no, baby—you have to earn it," She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she dragged her wet fingers down the column of your throat. She watched in mesmerisation until her fingers landed by the collar of your shirt, giving her an idea. "Take this off, and get rid of those," She spat curtly, her head tilting down at you. You quickly obeyed and pulled your shirt over your head and your pants off, tossing them to the side and leaving you exposed to her in a bra and underwear. She clicked her tongue as her gaze fell over your nearly bare body and her smirk widened as her gaze hardened. She suddenly climbed off of your lap, leaving you to whine in protest as her warmth left yours.
She walked a few feet short of the bed, turning toward you as she hummed. "On your knees, now," Regina growled and pointed at the ground before her, tilting her chin up with a wide, cocky smirk. God, the chokehold this fucking woman had on you; she could step on you, and you'd thank her. "Yes, ma'am," You hummed as you walked over before kneeling down, tilting your head in curiosity.
"How about you help Mommy take this off?" She purred as she gestured to her robe, but it wasn't a question—and even if it was, the answer was fuck yes either way. You swallowed and sighed, taking your lip between your teeth. "Can I touch you, please?" You hummed, but it came out as more of a pathetic whimper—fuck. Regina's smirk widened and she hummed before reaching out to tilt your chin up, purring, "Of course you can, baby—you're so desperate to please Mommy, aren't you? Such a sweet, pathetic little thing."
You were quick to stand on your knees and get to work on the belt of the soft robe, tugging at the knot until it loosened and watching it cling to her shoulders. Regina hummed and gestured for you to get up to finish the job, which you obeyed; standing on your heels and gently pushing the delicate fabric off of her shoulders. And, fuck, you couldn't help but stare and admire the perfect woman before you; her curves, muscle, and everything in-between—fuck, you were lucky you even got to see her like this. God, you wanted to touch her so, so badly. The blonde giggled softly as she watched you stare before grabbing your chin and pulling you in close, her breath ghosting over your lips. "You like what you see, baby?" She cooed, her eyes darting to your lips and lingering for a moment before looking back up at your wide eyes. You nodded with a whimper, to which she squeezed your jaw. "Don't fuck up now, you're doing so good," She hissed. "Use your words."
"Yes, ma'am—fuck, I like what I see," You gasped as you ran your tongue over your lips. Regina tsked and hummed in response, and you felt her hand slide from your chin to your shoulder. "On your knees," She repeated; you sank down onto your knees before her, watching her cocky smirk perk up at your position.
Regina stepped a bit closer to you before letting her hand slide into your hair, slightly tugging your head back. "Open for me," She purred, and you let your mouth fall open and your tongue stick out. "God, you're fucking desperate," She scoffed with no real venom to her words. She admired for a moment then proceeded to spit into your open mouth, the glob of saliva sliding down your tongue and toward the back of your throat. You flinched slightly but didn't hesitate to swallow, whimpering as her grip on your hair tightened a bit upon watching. "We aren't done," She hissed. "Keep your mouth open—you're going to make Mommy feel good."
Once again, you didn't hesitate—that was just something you didn't do when it came to her. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for her, to which Regina hummed in satisfaction before bracing herself. She took her lip between her teeth and mounted your face, her throbbing cunt aching with need against your tongue. Fuck—you groaned lowly at the taste before temporarily pulling away to press kisses to her inner thighs. Oh, you were going to savor this and spoil her.
Your lips worked against the soft flesh of the blonde's thighs, your hands gripping them as you moved upward, the faint taste of her arousal lingering on your lips from when she was on your tongue. Regina tugged at your hair in impatience and hissed, her vixen eyes narrowing down at you and silently telling you to hurry the fuck up; you hummed and moved your lips higher until you finally pressed a kiss to her aching pussy before diving in. You licked up her wet folds and felt her shudder above you at the contact, a soft groan escaping her lips. Okay, fuck it—you were too impatient, and so was she. You didn't care.
You licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit before dipping your tongue inside of her, her wetness dripping on your lips as you collected it on your tongue. You alternated between tongue-fucking her and flattening your tongue against her, and once she started grinding against your tongue, you felt your smirk widen and your grip on her thighs tighten.
"Fuck, baby—" She groaned, whimpering as you continued to work her. "I need more," She hissed as she tugged at your roots harder, pulling you into her. You moved your hand and went to work, circling her entrance with two fingers before slowly pushing them into her. She let out a moan as you didn't hesitate or tease, pumping in and out of her. You flattened your tongue against her weeping cunt before wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking, hard—to which Regina let out a pitchy moan and pulled your face impossibly closer. "Fuck!" She cried out, her hips rocking against your face at an utterly desperate pace. She whined, "Oh, shit—don't you fucking stop!"
You didn't want this to end; you had half a mind to edge her again, if it were up to you and if you weren't so desperate to have her cum for you over and over. Fuck, you didn't know what it was, but your brain was mush. You didn't think, because you couldn't. All you could focus on was how Regina George tasted and how she rode your tongue and fingers like it was her fucking lifeline; how you could barely breathe, but didn't care because you needed this so, so bad. You needed her to cum in your mouth while her words slurred out of the pure ecstasy that you brought her—you needed to bring her pleasure, over and over again, until she scolded you for being so desperate but praised you for being so good. You just fucking needed Regina George—you didn't care.
You picked up your pace desperately, your tongue alternating between flattening against and sucking on her clit while your fingers pumped until you started curling them, your digits ramming into her G-spot time and time again until she was fucking shaking and clenching around you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—God, baby, please—" She pleaded.
"Please, what, Mommy?" You asked in confusion, your words muffled by her cunt.
"Let me cum, please."
Was she begging to cum for you? That was new.
Like, really new. Regina George didn't beg.
But you didn't care; your fingers curled at an impossible pace and you sucked on her clit, desperate to bring her over the edge. "Cum for me, Gina," You whimpered, and fuck, you almost came from watching her. The moment you gave her permission, she clenched around your fingers and screamed your fucking name, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she convulsed and kept fucking herself on your fingers and tongue to ride out her high. You slowed your pace but didn't even think about stopping, doing your best to prolong her pleasure until she grinding slowed to a stop and she just stood there weakly, breathless with your fingers nestled inside of her momentarily. Fuck. You'd fucked before, but that felt different.
Her grip on your hair slackened. After you two caught your breath, you pulled your fingers out of her cunt; God, you were drenched in her. Her cum coated your hand and chin, along with her own inner thighs, but you got the most of it—was it slutty to say that you couldn't be happier?
"Get up," Regina said breathlessly, tilting your chin up to look down on you, her eyes clouded with lust and confusion. God, you really were pretty like this. It made her want to return the favor.
You wanted to melt into her palm, but instead, obediently stood up as she commanded. Her hand found your jaw, and, without warning, she pulled you into a kiss, moaning and getting greedier as she tasted herself on your lips. You moaned lowly and pushed her back, causing her gasp as her back hit the wall. Her tongue pressed into your mouth with an urgency and her hands freely roamed your body, stopping once they found the clasp of your bra to un-clasp it and toss it aside. Your slick-covered hand gripped her waist as your nails bit into her soft flesh, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents in their wake. Her hands continued to feel your body until they landed on your tits, which she teased and massaged. You moaned softly and pulled away from the kiss for a moment, melting into the feel of her hands on your body and leaning your forehead against hers. Your eyes met with hers; cloudy, hungry, and desperate. Still conflicted, but you didn't know why.
Her hands continued to toy with your breasts, alternating between her thumbs rolling over your nipples and pinching them between her fingers. She moved a hand to tilt your head up so she could press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, her lips moving down the column of your throat. "God—you're so, so fucking good for me," Regina practically moaned before sinking her teeth into your neck, moving her hands to roam your body while she continued to suck a bruise into your skin. You groaned lowly, moving a hand to one of her angel-sculpted tits to reciprocate her actions while the other squeezed the plush of her ass. She drew away from your neck and ran her tongue over the bruise before continuing down to your chest, kissing and nipping at the skin there. "Aren't you? My good, desperate girl?" She asked, her tone raspy and greedy.
"Fuck, yes—yours," You whined out, squeezing her tit and eliciting a moan from her. She continued to kiss down your chest until she reached your tits, then your navel, and then just at the hem of your underwear. She took a finger and tugged at the elastic until it snapped back against your skin, causing you to let out a small whimper. "Aw, do you need something, baby?" She cooed, pressing her fingers against the damp spot of the fabric, feeling how fucking soaked you were. "Yes, please, ma'am," You whined pathetically. "God, are you this wet from fucking me?" She scoffed. "Pathetic—but I think you deserve a reward, since you've done been so good for Mommy."
Regina's teeth bit into the hem of your underwear before pulling them down to pool around your ankles, and you kicked them away eagerly as her smirk widened. She stood back up and pulled you into another kiss, and you stepped forward so her back hit the wall again. You felt her fingers dance up your side and her knee pushed your legs apart, your arousal dripping down your thighs and your cunt aching for attention. Without warning, the blonde palmed your pussy and pressed the heel of her palm against your clit, making your hips buck and pulling a whine of desperation from you. You fucking needed her.
"Please, Mommy," You whimpered, resisting the urge to grind against her hand. She tsked and smirked against your lips, her fingers slowly running through your folds. "Since you asked so nicely, baby ..." She purred before plunging two fingers into you, and fuck, you let out a throaty whine.
Her pace started off slow and steady, tortuously pumping in and out of you, her thumb finding your clit and rotating over it. God, you were impatient; you needed more, and Regina knew what she was doing. After seeing that you were willing to wait and listen, she was quick to increase her pace—her fingers curling into your G-spot deliciously, your walls clenching around her fingers as her thumb continued to torture your clit. Within seconds, you were grinding against her palm and riding her fingers desperately—your head hung and legs shaking. Fuck, she was insane.
"Ma'am, I-I'm close—" You whimpered, to which Regina slowed her pace. "Not yet, baby," She cooed in your ear, her tongue flicking against the shell of it. You whined at her teasing but took it without complaint, squeezing a handful her ass. Whatever she gave you was a blessing.
And having you like this got her off—enough to where she took your hand and held it against her pussy, her eyes silently begging for more of you. You nodded and had no problem obeying her command—you teased her entrance before beginning to pump your digits in-and-out of her, and as you picked up, her pace began to match yours, bringing you closer.
"F-Fuck," You whined and trembled around her fingers, your clit grinding against her palm while she fucked you; her forehead was pressed to yours while she rolled her hips against your digits, your thumb pressed against her clit making her legs want to give out. Fuck, she was close. Her fingers began to curl into your G-spot at a merciless pace, and you practically fucking screamed in pleasure. You reciprocated her actions and your moans began mix, your breaths picking up while you both got close. Neither of you thought, just felt—and you couldn't fucking wait anymore. You were fucking Regina George against her bedroom wall, about to cum with her, And all after God-knows-how-long of fucking.
"Fuck, I can't—" You choked out, your teeth sinking into your lip. Regina's fingers wrapped around your chin and forced you to look up at her flushed face, her emerald eyes hooded and glossy. "I don't care—cum with me, please," She pleaded; both of your moans got throatier, and you couldn't wait anymore. You felt it in your whole body—the bottom of your feet, your chest, your stomach—fuck, you were coming with her and for her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—!"
Just as you came, she did, her cunt convulsing around her fingers while yours did the same, her name and obscenities slurring from your pretty lips while she continually fucked you through your orgasm. You continued to curl your fingers and didn't stop until she did, her cum dripping down your hand again. Fuck, you were spent.
You two slumped against each other for a moment, breaths fast-paced as you two panted and basked in the aftershocks. Before you could fully relax, Regina lifted your chin to look at her; her eyelids were drooped—she was exhausted. She carefully pulled her fingers out of you and put them to your lips, smearing your slick against them until you took her digits into your mouth and sucked your juices off of them. You moaned softly and did the same for her, pulling your fingers out of each other's mouths once they were clean. Fuck. Did any of that really just happen?
You didn't care. You took Regina's hand and guided her to the bed, tugging her down to lay beside you. Her arms wrapped around your waist and she snuggled up against you, burying her face in the crook of her neck. Neither of you said anything; you just dozed off.
When you woke up, it was way later than you intended—it was literally nighttime. You turned to see Regina stirring awake, her emerald eyes slowly fluttering open to look at you—you giggled softly. "How long have you been watching me, creep?" She scoffed, running a hand through her messy hair. "Not long, unfortunately," You pouted, to which Regina playfully rolled her eyes. "Whatever, baby."
The room fell silent again, the darkness securing your bubble of warmth. She looked at the window, blinking in surprise. "Have we really been asleep that long?" "Yeah, I guess so."
You sighed, scratching your shoulder. "That was amazing," You hummed, rolling over and facing her. She moved a hand to rest on your side, her smile soft and warm. "Tell me about it—I still owe you more from how hard you made me cum earlier," She giggled. You rolled your eyes, "You're insane."
"And you love it."
You two laid in silence for a moment before it dawned on you—you probably had to go, now. All of that, just for it to be over.
You rolled off of the bed and gathered your clothes, and you heard the sheets ruffle beside you. "What are you doing?" Regina asked in confusion, her brows knitted. You swallowed, turning to her. "I've been here a while—I'm sure you want the house to yourself," You hummed, though it hurt more to say it; it made it more real.
"I never said that, though," She hummed. "You don't have to go."
"No, don't feel pressured, Gigi. I understand if you don't wan—"
"I do," She cut you off pointedly, crawling over to the edge of the bed and holding your hand. "Stay, please."
You swallowed and looked back at her, feeling a warmth blossom in your chest. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been surer," She whined, gently tugging at your arm.
You nodded and dropped your things in a pile, crawling back into bed with her. Her arms found your waist again and tugged you close to her, her face buried in your neck and taking in your scent.
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Gina."
You two forgot the fact that the cameras were still rolling.
