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A lil sneak peak for a 2000s reader fic I would like to start !! 🪽

I’ll def do more characters but for right now I want to do a Chloe fic since I’m getting back into life is strange

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Jinx xF!Reader: Truth Or Dare Pt. 2

If you haven’t read I highly recommend reading Part 1

Warning: Pure Smut, 18+, no minors, Mature audience, R-18, Sex is in here. You have been warned :D

Jinx, still holding your hands in her grip, throws you onto the bed. She follows and starts to attack your neck. The sounds of moans and squeals are leaving your lips as Jinx is toying with your body. “God I’ve been waiting this to happen,” Jinx whimpers as she closes the gap between both of your lips.

Jinx breaks the kiss and she starts to devour your chest - giving it sucks, nibbles, and bites. The neighbors or anyone caring to listen can probably hear you, but you don’t care. “I’m going to have to stretch this pussy if we want that strap to work. Or, do you want me to not prep you and just put it inside?” She whispers in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. SO much is happening at once, you don’t even feel Jinx’s fingers crawl into your panties.

With the pressure of Jinx’s fingers dancing on your clit and the sound of her voice, it breaks you down and the next second you find yourself cumming into Jinx’s hand without any warning. This doesn’t make her stop though, if anything it excited her more. “Ohh my god baby, you made a mess so early,” Jinx coos into your ear, “I wonder how many more times can I get your cute body to cum on my fingers… my tongue… on my cock,” She whispers the last one silently.

Your body is shuddering, feeling another orgasm break through where Jinx removes her hands away from your pussy. She grabs your waist and sets you down on your back, you facing the blue haired girl. Jinx takes a close look at your glistening body and gives you a command, “Strip.” You follow her orders so obediently, it made Jinx more excited and surprised about how submissive you are. Waiting for her to come back on her bed, Jinx comes out with her strap and two dildos. One blue and the other one magenta.

You look at Jinx as she walks over to her bed with both toys in her hands. She instructs you to stand in front of her. Jinx sits on the floor and asks you to come down to her level, where Jinx hands you the magenta toy, “Be a good girl and put it inside for me.” At first you attempted to put the 5 inch toy inside of yourself, but that easily turned into Jinx guiding your hips onto of the tip of the dildo. You wince a little bit from feeling your body stretch, a sharp pain coming to your hips.

You start to bounce yourself onto the full length as Jinx’s eyes follow each of your movements. She can’t even think about what to do as she was mesmerized watching you. Your head feels hazy as you bounce tirelessly on the toy, looking at her with tears in your eyes, “J-Jinx… more,” you mumble to her, feeling your body go limp on top of the dildo. “Aww is my girl tired from riding my cock?” she teases as she pinches your nipple. You squeal from the sharp pain on your chest. Jinx’s other hand suddenly grips onto your waist, signaling you to stop. “Get on the bed and bend over.”

You follow her order and hop onto the bed bending over, feeling the cold air hit your pussy that is empty from the dildo. You stay quiet, breath hitching as Jinx’s slender fingers lightly touches your slit. Your whole body jerks from how sensitive you were already feeling. “Tsk tsk… don’t fucking run away from me, toots,” She says darkly and swats your pussy as punishment. “Ah-! Jinxxxx…” You slur your words in shock, feeling yourself get wetter from her slapping your sacred area. Jinx quickly plunges her fingers into your empty hole as she attaches her mouth on your clit, licking and nibbling. “Jinx-! O-oh my fucking god! Jinx!” You chant her name like you’re praying. You grip onto the sheets under you, not knowing what to grab in front of you as the blue haired girl is drilling inside you, making your walls feel weak. You’ve been whining and squealing, to the point where your lips feel dry and your voice is hoarse. At this moment, you have lost count on how many times you have finished from Jinx’s fingers. Her tongue keeps flicking against your pearl, and you start to feel a different feeling inside your stomach. “J-Jinx, I feel something…” Jinx takes a long pause as her teeth grazes your pussy, giving it one last slap before flipping you onto your back and holding legs up.

“O-oh god… what are you going to do now?” You think in your head - you never thought your body could bend like this. Jinx grinds her pajama pants against your throbbing pussy groaning and grunting like an hunter about to pounce on their prey. You moan as you feel something hard against you. “J-Jinx!” you gasp once you realize what it is against you. Jinx chuckles as she slides her pants down revealing that strap that you were so curious about earlier this night. Jinx shushes you as she slowly slides her cock inside of you giving you a chance to relax against the new toy in you. In this moment, the room is hot, sweaty and deviously sweet. Jinx looks at you and takes in what she had done to you this entire night. You look so sweet even after what naughty things she has instructed you to do, you were hers and only she could she you like this. You lean your head up at her, looking into her eyes with adoration. Jinx couldn’t hold herself back and crashes her lips onto yours. Both of your lips fight one another as saliva mixes with sweat. You put your arms around her to pull her closer to you as she starts to thrust into you. Your moans start to fill the room again as your hands are scratching, causing marks onto Jinx’s back. You rock your legs against Jinx’s torso pulling her in. Jinx begins to get rough as she grips your wrist pinning them down against your chest. Jinx can’t get enough of your reactions and how submissive you look under her. She wish she could take a photo to hide in her desk to look at. “J-Jinx, I’m close!” You squeal out loud. “That’s right, my girl… just let go, baby,” Jinx breathlessly groans against your ear going harder. Your whole body starts shaking as you gush against Jinx’s cock - screaming out in release.

After a few more thrusts, Jinx slowly pulls out. She sees a white liquid drip out of your core. “O-oh my…” Jinx stares closely at you in awe. “I really tired you out, huh?” You giggle softly as you lift your body up crawling over to Jinx’s cock, putting your warm mouth on top of the tip. Jinx breath hitch as you are on your knees “Y-you don’t have-” She moans softly as she sees your whole head go deeper on her length as you start to bob your head on her cock. “Oh… you naughty fucking girl,” Jinx lightly strokes your hair as you raise your head back up - saliva connecting your tongue from the toy. You move your head near Jinx’s lips and latch yours against hers. She tastes so sweet against your tongue, it’s intoxicating. Once you both pull away, which felt like hours, Jinx’s finger wipes off the saliva on the side of your lips, “I’ll never grow tired of this.”

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Author Note: I feel like I didn't write enough but I really hope you guys enjoy it and thank u @peepkiin for proofreading ILY <3 Anyways hope yall enjoy!! 🪽

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before 4/20 ends let it be known i’ve never smoked weed a day in my life and i think it’d be oh so lovely if a nice sweet dyke sat me in their lap and taught me how to roll the pretty pink joint they picked out just for me… maybe even held it to my lips to help me take hits and whisper in my ear how good i’m doing as they have one hand holding the joint while the other is busy finding it’s way to my clit- i mean what-

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She won’t baby trap me does she hate me :/

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BSF at 330 notes 🎉🎉🎉

natalie scatorccio x bitchy fem!cheerleader!reader (smut)

synopsis: you and nat absolutely *despise* each other - constantly at each other's throats. but what happens when you both end up in a party bathroom together?

a/n: this is my first fic... like, ever - so if this is trash i'm sorryyyyy LMAOO.

wc: 1.8k

WARNINGS (pls do not read if any of these make you uncomfy!): internalized homophobia (had to do it to 'em), slurs (d*ke), fingering, drinking, rough sex, orgasm denial... i think that's it. lowercase intended! xx

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you hate natalie’s guts.

it’s ironic - the cheerleader hating the burnout to the core. but she is the most infuriating, blood-boiling, irking, hottest…

wait. what?

ignore that. that’s besides the point. you hate her.

and for natalie? oh… it’s mutual.

you and your airy, condescending laugh, your cheer routines perfected to the stance, one-size-too-small cheer uniform… makes her scowl. makes her bones itch. and her body heat up.

it’s been that way for as long as literally anyone could remember. jabs from either one of you, spewed in scathing venom - not once holding back the low blows, spreading rumors, and hastily scrawled permanent marker slander on bathroom stalls and underneath bleachers. how quaint.

but for each of you, there are feelings. deeply seeded, strongly kept secret feelings that both of you hold. it’s wrong – so, so wrong. but you can’t help it. the way her messy bleached hair sits on her shoulders, the messy and smudged eye makeup, her voice, her-

okaaayyyy. your mind’s going way too far. stop. she’s a girl. you can’t like her. you can’t like a girl. you have to have a boyfriend, and live the perfect, quarterback’s girl life. and natalie doesn’t fit that.

but why does your heart yearn for her? why do your ears strain to hear her voice? why do your eyes wander, hoping to see her in the hallways or even out in public? why do you eagerly volunteer to cheer for her soccer games? you’d go for her, if she wasn’t a her.

cut to tonight, some shitty party at a classmate’s house after exams. you begrudgingly went with your cheer sisters, after they begged you to go - claiming you needed to let loose and forget. if only they knew, the heart palpitations you got, the most UNloose feeling ever - when you saw natalie. 

she was with her other burnout friends, in the corner, nursing a solo cup of god only knows what. laughing, talking - in her stupid leather jacket, and stupid blonde hair, and stupid pretty face…

oh, girl. you need a fucking drink. and drink, you do.

you down shots, mixed drinks, beers… whatever you can get your hands on. intoxication riddles your blood, making everything spin and definitely loosening you up. you dance with your friends, talk, laugh – unaware of the eyes across the room, lingering on your figure.

natalie saw you when you walked in. of course she did, you were wearing next-to-nothing with your friends, hair and makeup done to perfection (like always, with you. it pisses her off). she watched you drink, dance, stumble to the bathroom giggling with your friends… scoffing and muttering shit talk to her friends about you. but in her mind? her heart? her body? she craves you. your soft touches, your kiss, your body against hers, her name falling softly from your mouth. 

oh. my. god. now she needs a drink. 

she branches from her friends, going to the kitchen. she weasels through heated, sweaty bodies to get a drink. she pours more alcohol in her cup, pour some mixer in. she turns to go walk back to her friends, taking a deep breath to steel herself-

shit.

a cold feeling courses through nat’s body as she bumps into someone, consequently spilling a drink all over nat’s front. and… it’s you. 

your body freezes when you realize you just spilled your drink on someone, immediately sobering you up. apologies leave your mouth quickly, like a flurry before you even look up to see who it is.

“what the fuck, dude?”

is what you can hear, that rasp - when you look up, it’s natalie. your apologies stop immediately, turning into a scoff.

“oh… it’s you. never mind. totally not sorry now.” you snark, giggling in that stupid, airy tone.

natalie laughs incredulously and rolls her eyes, shoving your shoulder. “what the fuck is your problem, bitch?”

“‘bitch”?! really?! at least i’m not some burnout, trashy fucking dyke-” you sneer, but you can’t even finish, before she’s yanking your arm, dragging you away.

“you callin’ me a dyke? i’ll show you a goddamn dyke. you need to clean up your mess.”

protests leave your mouth, trying to squirm out of her grasp, but she’s pretty strong - contrary to her scrawnier build. she drags you up the stairs and into a cramped bathroom. she shoves you up against the door, shrugging off her leather jacket and taking off the shirt that you spilled your drink on. 

your eyes widen, roaming over her body, now just in her black jeans and red bra. you can’t help it, you could only dream of seeing her shirtless - in your fantasies wrapped in the comfort of your bed and dominant hand. she notices, laughing mockingly.

“oh, and i’m the dyke? you’re literally eyefucking me right now.”

before you could even spit a harsh comeback, her lips are on yours. you can’t help but kiss back immediately, all “hatred” leaving your mind and being overtaken by the desire you’d been holding back for months. the kiss is hungry, desperate - sloppily bitten lips and tongue all throughout. your hands rest on her nape, while hers grip at your waist and hips, all but tugging you closer as you both consume each other’s mouths. 

as the makeout transpires, clothes get shed from you - leaving you in your bra and panties. natalie moves you to the bathroom counter without breaking the kiss, pulling you up and onto it.

at this point, you’re whining into her mouth, clawing needily at her shoulders to get her closer, and closer, and-

suddenly, her lips are off yours, and you’re being spun around, face pressed against the mirror, body still on the counter. nat pants softly in your ear to catch her breath, gripping your hair to keep your face there.

“look at you, right now. look at what a dyke can do to you. tough talk from a girl who seems to love it.” natalie murmurs, laughing. 

you can’t even bring yourself to be mad, whining instead at her mocking words, your panties soaked worse than they’ve ever been before. all from her. you whisper shakily, full of need, “nat. please. touch me…”

natalie laughs, again, shaking her head, “now she’s begging. how pathetic do you cheerleaders get, huh? your boy toys don’t do this?”

you shake your head no fervently, just trying to get her in your pants - obviously. “n-no, no-”

“shut up. god, do you seriously ever shut up?” natalie says harshly, cutting you off. she pushes your face closer to the mirror, “if you stop fucking talking, maybe i’ll fuck you.”

you quiet immediately, which makes nat laugh, muttering something about “pathetic whore”. next thing you know, her hand is on your center, running along the slit and feeling the dampness burdening the lacy fabric.

“hoooly shit, you’re soaked,” nat whispers, breathless with awe.

you flush with embarrassment, already knowing how desperate you are and look. but all the same, you move your hips on her fingers, whining needily. in response, she takes her hand away, swatting your inner thigh. “stop fuckin’ moving, or i’ll stop touching you.”

your hips still, a huff leaving your mouth. “you’re taking forever. do you really still have to be so goddamn annoying?”

natalie scoffs, and immediately sinks two fingers into you, shoving your panties to the side. you gasp and moan, eyes fluttering and jaw dropping in pleasure. nat smirks, “looks like that shut you up pretty damn good.”

the pace she has is brutal, fingers moving quick and hard - right into your g spot with every motion in. your eyes blur with tears of pure pleasure, mirror fogged up from each panted breath. your moans echo throughout the room, loud and full of obvious pleasure. nat relishes in this, how she can finally have you the way she’s always wanted to. she pulls your head back, kissing and sucking hickies onto your neck that will definitely be there tomorrow.

“nat, nat- slow down, m’gonna c-”

“no you’re not. you don’t get to. y’know how much i fucking hate you?” natalie sneers, as she adds a third finger, relentlessly pounding your cunt, “you piss me off so much. worse than anyone ever has.”

through moans and gasps, you manage a laugh, “is that why you’re fucking me?”

natalie laughs too, shaking her head, “you never shut up, huh?”

you shake your head no, moaning as she angles her fingers deeper, making your eyes roll back. that familiar band in your lower abdomen is taut, about to snap. your juices make obscene noises, echoing on the tiled floors and walls of the bathroom. you can’t take it anymore. “nat, please let me cum. please-”

“admit that you’re just as much of a dyke as i am, then.” natalie pants in your ear, a mocking smile on her lips.

you hesitate, of course you do. you can’t like girls, you can’t. but… this feels right, oddly enough. being fucked in a party bathroom, by the girl you’re supposed to hate. the guilt will come later, you know that. but right now? nat’s knuckle deep in your cunt, and you can’t think of anything better.

“i-i like girls,” you whisper, biting your lip to not moan.

“hm? what was that?” natalie taunts, speeding up her fingers - which you didn’t even think was possible.

you moan, losing all hesitance as soon as it started. “i-i like girls. i like you, i-” 

natalie hums, adding a fourth finger, and her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles. “good that you stopped lying to yourself. you can cum.”

moaned and breathless “thank you”s leave your mouth as quickly as she says it. you cry out as your orgasm wracks through your body, making you tremble, and eyes roll back so hard you’d think they’re stuck. natalie marvels at this sight, slowing down to work you through it as you soak her front with the force of your release. 

nat finally takes her fingers out once your loud moans are now whimpers, washing her hands in the sink. you pant heavily, slumped over on the counter, body so weak and tired from the sheer force of the sex you just had. natalie looks over, raising an eyebrow, “you good?”

you nod, standing up on shaky legs, holding onto the counter for respite, “yeah… yeah. i’m great.”

natalie hums, gently brushing the hair out of your face. she looks at you, really looks at you, a small smile quirking at her lips. “you’re so pretty.”

you smile softly back, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks despite your already flushed state. “thanks.. uh, you are too.”

nat laughs, kissing your lips chastely once more. she helps you clean yourself up, and put your clothes back on. “need a ride home?”

“mhm,” you nod, leaning on her shoulder for stability. your legs tremble still, which she silently revels in.

“alright. let’s get your pretty ass out of here.”

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ending a/n: haiiiii :3 um so this is my first fic ever (like i said before, clem stfu)!! pls lmk how you feel about it! is it trash? is it gas? IDKKKK AAAAHHHHHH tysm for reading and ily xoxox

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next update for jinx truth or dare?. Pleaseeee I love that story sm.

Hello dear! Part 2 is actually in the drafts, I have been extremely busy with school that I haven’t had a chance to finish it. But here’s a sneak peek 💋

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but i think i’m liking her more….

rachel amber x fem reader ♥︎

men DNI 🧡

warnings: friends with benefits to lovers, smut, (slight) angst!, toxic relationship, tw! reader is with a man🤢, (for now…)cheating.

rachel being her charming self, fingering!, breast+nipple play,praise,comfort,mommy kink!,dom! rachel,sub! reader, r! receiving.

(a/n: where’s my rachel amber:( )

You had got into yet another argument with your boyfriend, he had made you cry and broke another promise, completely disregarded your feelings before leaving you to feel unwanted and upset.

Both of you had been on and off, he was never there for you when you needed in all senses. You constantly tried to see the good in him and would get in heated arguments before making up again after falling for his charm and sweet talk.

Rachel, Your best friend had become your secret comfort and escape from your unsatisfying and “complicated” relationship, which she was always more than happy to provide you with.

Each time you would come to her usually angry or crying, she would listen to you vent about your latest argument with your boyfriend, or how unsatisfied you were with him. Nothing you ever did for him was good enough. Yet his sweet talk and fake promises made you go back to him every time you considered a break up. And each time, Your best friend Rachel would comfort and reassure you, making sure you knew you deserved better. From the moment he met him you knew she didn’t like him. She was always nonchalant towards him and didn’t put on that charming act with him even though she got on with pretty much everyone. Once she saw how he talked to you and how he made you feel her disgust and ick towards him only increased.

For the next several days, it became a familiar pattern: you would hook up with your boyfriend and feel shitty afterwards, no matter what he did in bed just never made you feel good. Each time, Rachel would listen to your complaints, stroking your hair or holding your hand while you unleashed your frustrations. Rachel consistently answered your calls, even if it was at the most inconvenient times. She always dropped what she was doing and came to your rescue, ready to provide you the comfort you needed.

Whether it was a shoulder to cry on…or to put your legs over. She was there for you every time. She knew how selfish and manipulative your boyfriend was and how bad he was for you. It frustrated her to see you with him, but she also knew she loved being the one you came to afterwards, the one who could make you feel whole.

Even though your boyfriend didn’t like her, he never saw her as a threat, or got suspicious when her clothes or stuff would be left around the house or even when her bra and panties would be left on your bedroom floor. The thought of you being into girls or the fact that your face was buried in your best friends cunt while he was texting you never ever crossed his mind.

You would always make sure to shower right before you meet up with her, not wanting any unwanted, gross remainders of your boyfriend for her to deal with.

When she would come to your place after he left, she would always feel a pang of frustration at the thought of him getting to touch you in a way that was so lackluster and undeserving. When she held you in her arms, she would make sure to erase any lingering traces of him and replace them with her own touch and tenderness.

You were feeling extra down and insecure that night and decided to doll up and put on your new lingerie awaiting the arrival of your boyfriend. One that you had bought to try and spice up you and your boyfriend’s relationship and maybe try and please him. You looked in the mirror admiring yourself how the lacey bra and panties looked on your body, the fabric sheer and thin leaving very little to the imagination. You knew he would probably end up ripping it off you but at least you looked cute. He had blown you off twice in a row and had told you he would come over tonight

you laid there on your bed in the lacey garment, tapping your nails on your phone as you waited.

and waited….

and waited.

you didn’t want to text him first, absolutely not. you hated looking desparate, even if it was your literal boyfriend.

your doubtful and negative thoughts were interupted by your phone vibrating.

b/n: hey baby… sorry i know i said i would come over but nathans having this thing and i said i wouldn’t miss it.”

b/n: i’ll make it up to you

you stared at your phone, absolutely fuming. who did this dusty ass bastard think he was?

you typed a response fast.

y: seriously?

y: you cancelled our plans two days in a row this week and you promised ME. but your friends are more important than me? woww.

b/n: baby c’mon don’t be like that

y: i’m your GIRLFRIEND.

b/n: we’ll do something tommorow. promise

you scoffed as you sat up now focused on your typing.

y: you always say that. And then you stand me up and make me look stupid. it’s not fair.

b/n: don’t start y/n.

y: start what?? calling you out on your shit?

b/n: that insecure shit you’re always doing too much.

y: doing too much? or maybe you’re not doing enough.

b/n: not my fault you don’t have a life and only have one friend besides me. seriously grow up y/n i don’t gotta see you every damn day.

theree it was. the victim blaming and disregarding your feelings.

y: all i want is to spend time with you because i’m feeling sad why are you being such a dick

b/n: you’re being a insecure bitch. maybe stop depending on me to be happy. it’s pathetic y/n.

Angry tears welled up in your eyes as you read this. Even more when that (b/n has notifications silenced) icon popped up.

you felt so stupid and even more upset. You quickly threw on some clothes and grabbed your keys before sending one last message;

have fun. and go fuck yourself because it’s not gonna be me.

And now here you were. Driving to your best friend Rachels house, sobbing as you called her, your other hand steering rather carelessly.

She picked up not even after the first ring.

“y/n? hey…you okay?”

“rach? are you home?… i need to come over like right now.”

your choked sobs could be heard on the other end.

As Rachel heard your pained voice, her expression morphed from one of concern to anger. She knew from your distriss that something was clearly wrong. She didn’t question it, knowing by now what had caused your tears.

“what happened y/n?”

“b/n is literally being so mean to me. I just wanted to spend time with him...”

you couldn’t see her eye roll or her head shake.

“aw.. darling. well now you’re spending time with me. My parents are away from the weekend. Text me when you’re here okay?”

“okay... i’m on my way.”

You nodded before ending the call and tossing your phone in the passenger seat, doing your best not to speed or swerve into a tree from anger. Your only focus to get to her house as quick as possible.

as you pulled up to her house you sent a quick “here.” to rachel.

As soon as Rachel saw your text, she was at the door waiting for you, She immediately noticed the look of distress on your face and the smudged makeup from crying. her expression immediately grew worried and concerned. she quickly pulled you in for a hug.

“hey.. c’mon.. get inside hun.”

she took your hand leading you inside and upstairs to her room.

When you reached her bedroom you buried your face into her shoulder, Rachel immediately wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in close. Her hug was tight and protective, and she held you close to her as she gently rubbed your back in a soothing motion as she slowly walked you to her bed laying down and letting you fall into her arms.

“god i hate him.”

Your voice was full of sadness and anger. Two feelings Rachel knew all too well.

Rachel’s brows furrowed in anger as she heard you speak about your boyfriend, her arms tightening around you in a protective embrace.

“So, how did this start?” she asked, her tone both concerned and apathetic. She was unfortunately used to your distress when it came to your boyfriend. Though It didn’t make her care or there for you any less.

you pull back to look at her, “so.. he promised to come over tonight since he’s like blown me off twice.”

“and then of course he cancels last minute.”

Rachel listened carefully as you spoke, her expression softened with understanding. She could sense the hurt and confusion in your voice and wrapped her arms around you tighter. “Again?”

you nodded and wiped your eyes, you handed her your phone to read the messages,

as rachel read the messages between him and you her brows furrowed and her face got more madder each time she scrolled up.

“it’s like…one week he’s all over me and treats me like a princess and the next he’s mad at me and i’ve constantly done something wrong.”

Rachel sighed as she gave your phone back, she had seen enough from when his texts switched up.

“I hate to break it to you hun, but that’s not how a healthy relationship should be.” she said, her tone gentle yet firm.

“you don’t get it… when he’s sweet, he’s really sweet.”

Rachel listened to your words, her expression turning slightly annoyed.

“and when he’s not?” she asked, her tone more firm now.

you sighed and looked at the ceiling, rachels expression filled with a bit of annoyance and frustration. She knew that you had been through this cycle with your boyfriend many times before, but it still hurt her to see you go through it.

“When he’s not sweet, how does he treat you?” she asked, her tone a mixture of anger and concern.

you reluctantly gave rachel her answer. “like shit.”

her expression hardened further as you gave her the answer she was looking for, her anger towards your boyfriend growing.

“There it is.” she muttered, her tone sharp and irritated. Rachel’s expression softened slightly, her anger turning more into sympathy and concern.

She reached out to gently cup your cheek

“And yet you keep going back to him?” she asked, her tone more gentle now.

“i know…” you sighed looking away shamefully.

“i can’t help it…”

Rachel sighed softly and shook her head, her expression filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. She gently grabbed your chin to look at her.

“Honey, you deserve much better than that.” she said softly. “You deserve someone who’s kind and loving and respects you all the time. Not just when it’s convenient for them.”

“You don’t understand..” you said in a defeated voice. “i feel so trapped…”

Rachel’s expression softened further at your words, her heart aching for you.

“I know you do hun..” she murmured, her tone gentle and understanding. “But you can’t keep letting him control you like this.”

you sighed Shakily. Burying your face further into her shoulder, breathing in the scent of jasmine and pine the she carried.

Rachel wrapped her arms around you tightly, holding you close to her chest and stroking your hair gently.

“Shhh..” she whispered, her tone soothing. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m here for you.” She held you in that way that made you feel a calmness and safety only she could provide.

Later as you were both curled up in her bed as a movie she had chosen played on her laptop. Her chin resting on your shoulder, her arms draped around your body.

As the movie played on in the background, Rachel’s touch began to wander further across your body without her even realizing it. Her hands moved gently over your skin, tracing soft patterns and lightly massaging your shoulders and back.

“that feels nice..” you softy whispered, loud enough for the blonde to hear.

Rachel smiled softly as she heard your words, her hands continuing to roam over your body gently.

“Yeah?” she murmured, her tone slightly playful.

“mhm..” you made a small sound as she shifted a little as her hands gently guide you to sit up straight. She began to slowly trail her fingers along your bare stomach, her nails lightly grazing your skin as she went.

Rachel’s hands moved up further each time, until she reached the lacey fabric of your bra, her touch becoming more deliberate and purposeful.

“Rach...”

Rachel chuckled softly at the sound of her name, her fingers continuing to trail up your bra, her thumb tracing your hardened nipple underneath the sheer fabric.

“hm?” she murmured, her tone playful and amused. “What is it y/n/n?”

“Your hands are on my tits…”

Rachel chuckled again, her expression filled with a mixture of amusement and cockiness.

“I know.” she murmured, her tone slightly seductive. “Problem?”

“I don’t know if we sh-.”

“Shhhh. it’s okay we’re bestfriends. Best friends always help each other out. Right?”

You let out a shaky exhale, catching your bottom lip under your teeth. You couldn’t argue with her. It wasn’t like Rachel hadn’t done this to you every time you and your boyfriend were on a break… or when you and her were alone for that matter. Her voice and touch would always turn you to mush.

Rachel smirked as she saw your expression, her fingers slowly resuming their movement against your skin as she realized what this situation was reminding you of.

“Exactly..” she murmured, her tone slightly teasing. “We always help each other out. You know this.”

Some tears shed from your pretty eyes. You would sometimes feel guilty for your disloyalty but then again what did you have to feel guilty about? being disloyal to a man who didn’t give a shit about you until it was convenient? who always made you insecure and somehow managed to fuck you wrong everytime?

“Yeah..” You slowly nodded, your teary eyes meeting hers.

Rachel saw the tear that had slipped down your cheek and gently brushed it away with her thumb before continuing to touch you. She knew exactly what was going through your mind and knew exactly how to get you out of your head.

“Shhh..” she whispered softly. “Don’t cry hun. It’s okay to feel good, you deserve it.”

you whimper softly as she cups your cheek making you turn your head to face her. Her expression softened.

“That’s right… just focus on me. Forget everything else.” she murmured, her tone soothing and commanding.

Your breathing got deeper as as Rachels fingers, trimmed nails painted red matching with you. danced over your body, her hands now firmly on your hips as she held you tightly against her. Her pretty pink lips were only a few inches away from yours now, her gaze locked onto yours intensely.

“That’s it pretty girl…” she murmured, her tone seductive yet gentle. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

As Rachel kissed you, her arms wrapped around your body both protectively and greedily. You could feel your sadness and guilt fading away as she kissed you. Her body was pressed right against yours, her hands roaming your skin as she deepened the kiss, her tongue ran along your bottom lip, seeking entrance, which you instinctively welcomed. Letting her tongue slide into your warm mouth.

Small moans and hums escaped you as you made out with your bestfriend, moving to hold her face with your hand.

She kissed you hungrily and passionately, her tongue danced with yours as she nipped and sucked gently.

Her touch and kisses never failed to give you butterflies, deep in your tummy and core. It never felt that way with your boyfriend. You could feel the difference in the way you responded to her touch and kisses compared to your boyfriend’s. There was a lack of passion and intimacy with him whereas with Rachel there was an electricity and connection than couldn’t be replicated.

She knew exactly how to make you feel good, how to make you feel seen and appreciated.

"Shhh..” she murmured softly, her tone gentle and comforting. “It’s okay baby. I’m here. I got you.” She gently lifted up your shirt, holding it in place above your chest as she revealed the lacey bra you had on underneath. Earning a soft chuckle from the golden blonde as Her hands gently roamed up your abdomen to your chest, touching all of your sensitive spots, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, her breath warm and ticklish against your skin. Her hands continued to wander your body, one hand moved over your hips and traced the stitching of your bottoms ,the other playing with your tits. her lips placing gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone.

“take these off.”

She said lowly, her tone slightly firm as her hand reached inside the waist of your bottoms, you lifted your hips and pushed them down, kicking them off impatiently. Your matching panties came into view. She took in the adorable lingerie set, her gaze growing hungrier by the second. She knew you had worn it for your boyfriend initially but seeing you in it now for her made her feel a pang of desire and jealousy.

She touched the top of the lace material gently, her fingers tracing along the intricate fabric with a smile. “Mm.. pretty little thing.” she murmured, her tone dripping with desire. You watched her fingers run along the little bow of your panties, “wore this cute set for him huh?…” she asked rhetorically as her hazel eyes drank in the sight of you. You were breathtaking. Only a fucking idiot would not appreciate this kind of beauty in front of them she thought. Her skilled fingers groped your breasts through the see-through lacey bra. Moving both of the sheer fabric to the side so that your nipples were exposed to the cool air of her room., causing low moans to escape your lips. “Such a waste…” She mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

“mmh.. is it though…?” your breathing had got more shallow. Her slim fingers toying with your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between the pads of her fingers making you push your chest towards her hands wanting more of her touch.

A low chuckle came from her. “well. not for me. now I get to see your beauty and appreciate it.”

She took one hand off your breast and moved it down between your thighs. Smirking at how they instantly opened for her, something of an instinct now. There was already a pool of your arousal that she noticed immediately. Her kisses, her touch her charm and… just her in general always made you soaked.

“baby.. are you this wet already?” She asked with a slight laugh, almost mockingly as she traced your swollen clit through the fabric with her two fingers. The obvious darkened patch growing bigger.

“F-fuck..rach…” You shakily gasped out as she moved her fingers in a circle and then up and down your slit feeling how slick the fabric was due to your arousel.

“Damn babe… must really been needing this huh?.”

A blush spread across your cheeks. You absolutely had. You needed her to touch you, to give you that pleasure and care that you had been deprived of and craved so bad.

“shit.. mama.. feels s’good” you manage to get out between whimpers.

Rachels chuckle made you shiver and gave you goosebumps as her warm breath tickled against your ear. Her soft lips giving your jaw soft kisses, trailing downwards making sure to not leave any hickeys as per your request, though she would if you hadn’t asked her not to. wanting nothing more than to mark you up all over as hers. To tell your shitty excuse for a boyfriend to go fuck himself. Her skilled fingers continued their ministrations, one massaging your tits, pinching and rolling your hardened nipples between tue pads of her fingers, the other circling your puffy clit through your soaked panties. “yeah?” she murmured, her tone teasing and seductive. “You like the way mama touches you, don’t you?”

“yes…”

That smirk you knew all too well spread across her face as she pulled your panties to the side, a string of your slick connected to the thin and see-through fabric. Causing her smirk to grow wider, It boosted her ego how easy she could make you this wet.

“tell me again, baby.” she whispered, her tone commanding and dominant.

“mama-fuck feels so nn…so good when you touch me like this..”

Rachel smiled and let out an exhale of laughter in your ear at your breathless words, her fingers moved to draw circles on your clit, slippery from your wetness, the wet and sticky sound could be heard between the two of you, causing your cheeks to grow warmer.

“Mmm.. that’s right baby. Mommy knows how to take care of you right?”

You nodded quickly and your body arched into her and your lips parted as pretty moans came from you.

Rachel chuckled softly and shook her head at your quick nod, her expression filled with amusement and desire at your eagerness. Her hands easily forced your thighs open further and she ran her fingers down your wet slit and teased your entrace.

“yes! oh god...yess.”

She chuckled again and gently nipped your ear as you spoke, her expression filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. She absolutely loved when you told her how good she made you feel and how you so easily gave into her. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” she murmured, her tone soft but commanding.

“Keep talking to me like that, baby. Tell me more.” She never broke a sweat as she slipped a finger into your cunt. The hand on your tit moved to gently grab your jaw making you face her.

Rachel smiled and pressed her forehead against yours, a second finger sliding into you without warning. Your little gasp and the way you reached up to grip made her She could feel your shakiness and breathlessness, and it only fueled her desire even more.

“love it when you-…when we do this..”

“I know you do, baby.. I know you do.” she murmured, her tone soft and soothing. “That's why you need me, right? You need me to make you feel good. Only I know how to fuck you this good.”

Your head was spinning. You could barely get any words out to answer her as she added a second finger.

Rachel smiled again and chuckled softly, her fingers slowly moved in and out, the wet and sloppy sound filling the room. she enjoyed hearing you confirm her confidence in your dynamic. She loved being the one you always turned to when you needed to feel good.

“that’s right sweetheart... I always take care of you, don’t I? even better than your shitty boyfriend ever could.” she murmured, her tone cocky and confident, her fingers moving faster and more intently inside you. she adored hearing your gasps and sighs, the way your face contorted in pleasure as she fucked the sadness and stress out of you.

“oh..fu-uck yes.” you managed before you let out a particularly loud moan, your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back. This pleased your bestie a lot.

“See.. this is what I mean. This is how it should felt every time.” she murmured, her tone gentle but insistent. “Every time you need this, you should be coming to me. Not him.”

You knew she was right. Your boyfriend had never made you feel this good. you didn’t even know pleasure like this existed until you and your best friend started your little sneaky dynamic. Pretty moans and hums spilled from your lips as you gripped her forearm digging your painted nails into her flesh.

Rachel smirked watching your face and admiring every single detail, her fingers still working their magic and fucking you deep as she enjoyed seeing the effect she had on you. She loved how easily she could make you hers, Knowing even with him, you were thinking of her.

“Can you handle a third huh sweet pea? yeah you can. I know you can darling.”

When she added a third finger inside your cunt stretching you out your nails dug harder into her arm and your head fell back on her shoulder to her delight.

“rach…! oh shit..”

“that’s right.. that’s a good girl..” she whispered, her tone possessive but soft. “come apart for me, baby. you know I love watching you fall apart from my touch.”

Her voice was like honey, so charming and every word she said sounded poetic.

Your breath came out in short whimpered gasps. you tried covering your mouth but she wasn’t having none of it. She laughed softly at your attempt to conceal your noises, her hand grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand away. She didn’t want you to hide your sounds from her for even a secons, she wanted to hear everything.

“Nuh uh.. none of that.” she whispered, her tone firm and commanding. “I want to hear all those pretty little sounds you make, baby. don’t try to hold them back from me.”

You cried out as her emerald siren eyes bore into yours. “mama…fuck fuck... i’m gonna...!”

Rachel watched your face, the way your eyes rolled back and how your jaw jittered and your nose scrunched slightly, she loved when you were desparate like this, all vulnerable and needy. her slim fingers curled inside you, working faster and more intently, making you almost scream.

“That’s right.. that's it.. ” she whispered, her tone commanding yet comforting as she continued to touch you. “Come for me darling..”

You cry out, girly whines and gasps coming from you as your head was tilted back on her shoulder. rachel continued to hold you close her lips never leaving your neck. She laughed softly at you and cooed sweet words in your ear through your orgasm, your cunt fluttering and pulsing on her fingers, creaming around them.

“That’s it baby.. good girl.. cum for me.. I want it all.. aww.. yeah.. i know baby. mhm....”

Rachel grinned as she continued to mercilessly fuck you and praise you through your intense orgasm, her hand finally slowing down as your thighs tried to close around her wrist from overstimulation.

“mmm.. good girl.” she whispered, her tone both satisfied and possessive as she slowly withdrew her fingers from you. “you made such a mess, baby.”

You panted and let out small whimpers and sighs against Rachel neck. Your head still spinning from how hard you came.

She chuckled softly as she watched you catch your breath and come down from your high. her eyes roaming over your body as she enjoyed the sight of you all flushed and satisfied. She pulled you in closer to her body, embracing you securely in her arms.

“there you go..” she murmured, her tone satisfied and affectionate. “feel better baby?”

You laughed softly nodding as you moved your head back to face her, your forehead had a thin layer of sweat and your eyes were half lidded and hazy. “a lot better…”

That made her her laugh softly, her eyes scanning over your blissed out face, she brushed some stray hairs from your face gently, her touch soft and soothing as she held you close pressing her forehead against yours. Your satisfied form filling her with pride.

“thankyou…” You whispered

“you’re most welcome, baby.” she whispered, her tone soft yet confident. “I always take care of my best friend, don’t I? And I know you’re gonna come back for more. You always do.”

You softly laughed and rolled your eyes at her teasing. Though you both knew she was right.

“you always know what to do rach.”

Rachel smiled and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead as she held you close, her arms encircling your body in a protective embrace. She was glad she was able to give you the pleasure you needed, and enjoyed this moments with you. You held her hand that was wrapped around you, Your face nestled in her neck. You felt 100 times better than before. you felt too good to let yourself feel guilty and pushed it to the back of your mind.

Rachel made a soft sound and gently stroked your hair, her gaze soft and affectionate. She could sense that you still felt some guilt, but she was used to reassuring you that you deserved better than him.

She gently lifted your chin up to look at her, her thumb stroking your cheek softly. “Hey.. don’t worry about it, okay?” she whispered, her tone gentle yet firm. “You deserve better. You need this. And I’m always here for you, anytime you need me.” “i know…you’re right.” you leaned your head into her shoulder. Inhaling her familar scent.

Rachel responded with a low, satisfied hum. She loved the feeling of having you in her arms like this, knowing that she was the one you came to for comfort and pleasure.

“Damn straight I’m right.” she replied, her tone confident but affectionate. “You don’t deserve that loser. He’s not good enough for you, baby. Not like I am.”

“i hate when you’re right.”

“Well you’re gonna be hating me a lot more often.” her tone lighthearted and teasing.

“oh i do hate you.” you said, your voice and soft giggles saying the complete opposite. your lips met, your favourite feeling in the world. “…i hate you so damn much.” you whispered between kisses.

“ohh, I can tell, baby.” she softly mocked you against your ear,, “you were already soaking wet before i even fucked you, and you just came your pretty brains out. must really, really hate me sweet girl.”

“fuck you.” you whispered back with an exhale of laughter.

her chuckles against your ear sent tingles down your spine. she shifted you both so you were comfortably laying beside her, her face nuzzled into your breasts.

“you’re wearing this for me from now on.” she murmured against your flesh, flicking the strap of your bra hard.

“ow!” you protested. shoving her shoulder softly.

“what? did that hurt baby? you know i’ve done worse.”

her eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of lust at the memories of your more… rough nights.

“yeah. i had to tell my boyfriend they were sunburns.” you gave her a playful glare. Reminding her of the marks she had left on your ass and thighs.

“worked didn’t it?”

“rach it was In the middle of winter.”

she gave a hearty laugh at that. A sound that always made you smile and feel warm inside. “God, he’s such a fucking moron.”

“he really is…” You tried to hide your grin but failed.

“seriously though… you deserve better love.”

Your groan and the way you buried your face into her shoulder. made her shake her head at you, she gently pulled your face back to look at her. “Don’t give me that.” she said, her tone firm but affectionate. You couldn’t run from it anymore. You knew she was right.

“I mean it.”

“…You’re wasting your time with that idiot.”

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Will you be writing a part 2 for piltover's finest?

hello bby! I wasn't planning on doing a part 2 but since you asked I can def do one I am not sure when It'll be posted since I am currently finishing school , please stay patient and I will having something since your wish is my command 💋

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natalie scatorccio x bitchy fem!cheerleader!reader (smut)

synopsis: you and nat absolutely *despise* each other - constantly at each other's throats. but what happens when you both end up in a party bathroom together?

a/n: this is my first fic... like, ever - so if this is trash i'm sorryyyyy LMAOO.

wc: 1.8k

WARNINGS (pls do not read if any of these make you uncomfy!): internalized homophobia (had to do it to 'em), slurs (d*ke), fingering, drinking, rough sex, orgasm denial... i think that's it. lowercase intended! xx

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you hate natalie’s guts.

it’s ironic - the cheerleader hating the burnout to the core. but she is the most infuriating, blood-boiling, irking, hottest…

wait. what?

ignore that. that’s besides the point. you hate her.

and for natalie? oh… it’s mutual.

you and your airy, condescending laugh, your cheer routines perfected to the stance, one-size-too-small cheer uniform… makes her scowl. makes her bones itch. and her body heat up.

it’s been that way for as long as literally anyone could remember. jabs from either one of you, spewed in scathing venom - not once holding back the low blows, spreading rumors, and hastily scrawled permanent marker slander on bathroom stalls and underneath bleachers. how quaint.

but for each of you, there are feelings. deeply seeded, strongly kept secret feelings that both of you hold. it’s wrong – so, so wrong. but you can’t help it. the way her messy bleached hair sits on her shoulders, the messy and smudged eye makeup, her voice, her-

okaaayyyy. your mind’s going way too far. stop. she’s a girl. you can’t like her. you can’t like a girl. you have to have a boyfriend, and live the perfect, quarterback’s girl life. and natalie doesn’t fit that.

but why does your heart yearn for her? why do your ears strain to hear her voice? why do your eyes wander, hoping to see her in the hallways or even out in public? why do you eagerly volunteer to cheer for her soccer games? you’d go for her, if she wasn’t a her.

cut to tonight, some shitty party at a classmate’s house after exams. you begrudgingly went with your cheer sisters, after they begged you to go - claiming you needed to let loose and forget. if only they knew, the heart palpitations you got, the most UNloose feeling ever - when you saw natalie. 

she was with her other burnout friends, in the corner, nursing a solo cup of god only knows what. laughing, talking - in her stupid leather jacket, and stupid blonde hair, and stupid pretty face…

oh, girl. you need a fucking drink. and drink, you do.

you down shots, mixed drinks, beers… whatever you can get your hands on. intoxication riddles your blood, making everything spin and definitely loosening you up. you dance with your friends, talk, laugh – unaware of the eyes across the room, lingering on your figure.

natalie saw you when you walked in. of course she did, you were wearing next-to-nothing with your friends, hair and makeup done to perfection (like always, with you. it pisses her off). she watched you drink, dance, stumble to the bathroom giggling with your friends… scoffing and muttering shit talk to her friends about you. but in her mind? her heart? her body? she craves you. your soft touches, your kiss, your body against hers, her name falling softly from your mouth. 

oh. my. god. now she needs a drink. 

she branches from her friends, going to the kitchen. she weasels through heated, sweaty bodies to get a drink. she pours more alcohol in her cup, pour some mixer in. she turns to go walk back to her friends, taking a deep breath to steel herself-

shit.

a cold feeling courses through nat’s body as she bumps into someone, consequently spilling a drink all over nat’s front. and… it’s you. 

your body freezes when you realize you just spilled your drink on someone, immediately sobering you up. apologies leave your mouth quickly, like a flurry before you even look up to see who it is.

“what the fuck, dude?”

is what you can hear, that rasp - when you look up, it’s natalie. your apologies stop immediately, turning into a scoff.

“oh… it’s you. never mind. totally not sorry now.” you snark, giggling in that stupid, airy tone.

natalie laughs incredulously and rolls her eyes, shoving your shoulder. “what the fuck is your problem, bitch?”

“‘bitch”?! really?! at least i’m not some burnout, trashy fucking dyke-” you sneer, but you can’t even finish, before she’s yanking your arm, dragging you away.

“you callin’ me a dyke? i’ll show you a goddamn dyke. you need to clean up your mess.”

protests leave your mouth, trying to squirm out of her grasp, but she’s pretty strong - contrary to her scrawnier build. she drags you up the stairs and into a cramped bathroom. she shoves you up against the door, shrugging off her leather jacket and taking off the shirt that you spilled your drink on. 

your eyes widen, roaming over her body, now just in her black jeans and red bra. you can’t help it, you could only dream of seeing her shirtless - in your fantasies wrapped in the comfort of your bed and dominant hand. she notices, laughing mockingly.

“oh, and i’m the dyke? you’re literally eyefucking me right now.”

before you could even spit a harsh comeback, her lips are on yours. you can’t help but kiss back immediately, all “hatred” leaving your mind and being overtaken by the desire you’d been holding back for months. the kiss is hungry, desperate - sloppily bitten lips and tongue all throughout. your hands rest on her nape, while hers grip at your waist and hips, all but tugging you closer as you both consume each other’s mouths. 

as the makeout transpires, clothes get shed from you - leaving you in your bra and panties. natalie moves you to the bathroom counter without breaking the kiss, pulling you up and onto it.

at this point, you’re whining into her mouth, clawing needily at her shoulders to get her closer, and closer, and-

suddenly, her lips are off yours, and you’re being spun around, face pressed against the mirror, body still on the counter. nat pants softly in your ear to catch her breath, gripping your hair to keep your face there.

“look at you, right now. look at what a dyke can do to you. tough talk from a girl who seems to love it.” natalie murmurs, laughing. 

you can’t even bring yourself to be mad, whining instead at her mocking words, your panties soaked worse than they’ve ever been before. all from her. you whisper shakily, full of need, “nat. please. touch me…”

natalie laughs, again, shaking her head, “now she’s begging. how pathetic do you cheerleaders get, huh? your boy toys don’t do this?”

you shake your head no fervently, just trying to get her in your pants - obviously. “n-no, no-”

“shut up. god, do you seriously ever shut up?” natalie says harshly, cutting you off. she pushes your face closer to the mirror, “if you stop fucking talking, maybe i’ll fuck you.”

you quiet immediately, which makes nat laugh, muttering something about “pathetic whore”. next thing you know, her hand is on your center, running along the slit and feeling the dampness burdening the lacy fabric.

“hoooly shit, you’re soaked,” nat whispers, breathless with awe.

you flush with embarrassment, already knowing how desperate you are and look. but all the same, you move your hips on her fingers, whining needily. in response, she takes her hand away, swatting your inner thigh. “stop fuckin’ moving, or i’ll stop touching you.”

your hips still, a huff leaving your mouth. “you’re taking forever. do you really still have to be so goddamn annoying?”

natalie scoffs, and immediately sinks two fingers into you, shoving your panties to the side. you gasp and moan, eyes fluttering and jaw dropping in pleasure. nat smirks, “looks like that shut you up pretty damn good.”

the pace she has is brutal, fingers moving quick and hard - right into your g spot with every motion in. your eyes blur with tears of pure pleasure, mirror fogged up from each panted breath. your moans echo throughout the room, loud and full of obvious pleasure. nat relishes in this, how she can finally have you the way she’s always wanted to. she pulls your head back, kissing and sucking hickies onto your neck that will definitely be there tomorrow.

“nat, nat- slow down, m’gonna c-”

“no you’re not. you don’t get to. y’know how much i fucking hate you?” natalie sneers, as she adds a third finger, relentlessly pounding your cunt, “you piss me off so much. worse than anyone ever has.”

through moans and gasps, you manage a laugh, “is that why you’re fucking me?”

natalie laughs too, shaking her head, “you never shut up, huh?”

you shake your head no, moaning as she angles her fingers deeper, making your eyes roll back. that familiar band in your lower abdomen is taut, about to snap. your juices make obscene noises, echoing on the tiled floors and walls of the bathroom. you can’t take it anymore. “nat, please let me cum. please-”

“admit that you’re just as much of a dyke as i am, then.” natalie pants in your ear, a mocking smile on her lips.

you hesitate, of course you do. you can’t like girls, you can’t. but… this feels right, oddly enough. being fucked in a party bathroom, by the girl you’re supposed to hate. the guilt will come later, you know that. but right now? nat’s knuckle deep in your cunt, and you can’t think of anything better.

“i-i like girls,” you whisper, biting your lip to not moan.

“hm? what was that?” natalie taunts, speeding up her fingers - which you didn’t even think was possible.

you moan, losing all hesitance as soon as it started. “i-i like girls. i like you, i-” 

natalie hums, adding a fourth finger, and her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles. “good that you stopped lying to yourself. you can cum.”

moaned and breathless “thank you”s leave your mouth as quickly as she says it. you cry out as your orgasm wracks through your body, making you tremble, and eyes roll back so hard you’d think they’re stuck. natalie marvels at this sight, slowing down to work you through it as you soak her front with the force of your release. 

nat finally takes her fingers out once your loud moans are now whimpers, washing her hands in the sink. you pant heavily, slumped over on the counter, body so weak and tired from the sheer force of the sex you just had. natalie looks over, raising an eyebrow, “you good?”

you nod, standing up on shaky legs, holding onto the counter for respite, “yeah… yeah. i’m great.”

natalie hums, gently brushing the hair out of your face. she looks at you, really looks at you, a small smile quirking at her lips. “you’re so pretty.”

you smile softly back, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks despite your already flushed state. “thanks.. uh, you are too.”

nat laughs, kissing your lips chastely once more. she helps you clean yourself up, and put your clothes back on. “need a ride home?”

“mhm,” you nod, leaning on her shoulder for stability. your legs tremble still, which she silently revels in.

“alright. let’s get your pretty ass out of here.”

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ending a/n: haiiiii :3 um so this is my first fic ever (like i said before, clem stfu)!! pls lmk how you feel about it! is it trash? is it gas? IDKKKK AAAAHHHHHH tysm for reading and ily xoxox

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yaris sanchez

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ooh bitch…

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Let me see ya move

jackieshauna x fem!reader minors DNI, all characters are 18 y.o

TW: smut, poly relationships, shauna shipman, jealousy, OOC extra tags: fem!reader, y/n mentions, porn with so-little-plot, jealous sex, sharing is caring, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! giving), spanking, degrading (not much but still), praising, dirty talk, rough all the way until the end, sweet in the end :з word count: 3.5k proofread english is not writer's first language! You had been in a relationship with Jackie and Shauna for a few months now. You were enjoying it, and if you closed your eyes, your poly relationship was perfect. You liked them both, too, but there was a catch - you didn't quite know when to draw the line. Then Jackie and Shauna had to do it for you.

You said you'd step away "to pour some punch." Jackie and Shauna were fine with that - you want a drink? Well, they'd be there to haul your drunken body back to Shauna's car and take you home to sleep it off. When you're with your girls, you don't have to worry about anything, after all.

But you weren't back for a minute. Or two. Or five. That's when they started to worry.

"Where is she? I don't see her, do you, Shauna?" Jackie's eyes hawk-eyed, scanning the crowd around her, trying to sound loud enough to be heard over the throngs of school kids chattering away at this party.

"I don't think I see her," she mutters, her eyes darkening as she senses something is wrong. "No normal person spends five minutes pouring themselves a fucking punch."

"So we're thinking the same thing, Shauna?" Jackie asks dully, getting up from the couch. Just to clarify.

"Looks like it." Shauna replies, standing up. Her arm flings over Jackie's shoulder to keep her close. They walk through the crowd, Shauna looking menacing enough and Jackie looking serious enough that people make way for them as soon as they see them. Luckily (probably for you) they find you quickly. You were talking to some... girl? Jackie frowned. They don't even know who she is! Some no-name girl was talking to you. Oh, it was driving them crazy.

Jackie came up to you first, frowning and breathing through her nose, and Shauna followed.

"Hey," Jackie smiled falsely, finding your hand and taking a firm grip on your elbow. "So this is where you are and we've been waiting for you. Have you been pouring yourself a punch for so long? Or are you doing something else?" she asks, looking at you almost murderously.

Your heart sinks because you don't like that look. "Oh, I was just chatting with Jess," you smile shyly, "Here's Jess, by the way."

Jess smiles tightly, clearly unhappy that her opportunity for a quickie just disappeared.

"Hi... Jess." Jackie tries not to grind her teeth. Shauna doesn't even say hello, her eyes boring another hole into the damn bitch's head. "Anyway, come on, baby. We need to talk to you about something."

"Uh, okay? Bye, Jess." You wave awkwardly before letting Jackie drag you away from Lottie's mansion. You suspected something. Jackie leads you by the hand in front, squeezing it almost painfully, and Shauna is right behind you, burning you with her brown eyes.

"Why are we leaving? It's still early! It's not even midnight, and I haven't had a drink yet." You asks sadly as you three walk to Shauna's car. The car door slams shut with a metallic clang that makes your teeth rattle. Jackie shoves you into the backseat with uncharacteristic roughness, her perfect manicure digging crescent moons into your wrist. Shauna revs the engine hard enough to make the entire car vibrate, her knuckles bone-white around the steering wheel.

"Midnight?" Jackie hisses, climbing in after you. Her lipstick smears slightly from how hard she's biting her lower lip. "You think this is about curfew, Y/N?"

Shauna peels out of Lottie's driveway, gravel spraying. The radio blasts Hole's Violet at max volume. You feel Shauna's eyes burning through the rearview mirror - not the warm caramel gaze that melts when you wear her flannels, but something feral. Jackie's fingers suddenly cup your jaw, forcing you to meet her eyes. Her thumb presses hard against your bottom lip. "That girl's tongue was practically down your throat!" she whispers, breath hot and uneven against your ear. "You gonna let anyone taste what's ours?"

You sigh, taken aback by Jackie's reaction. You already knew she was jealous - of course you did, but usually she just pouted and sulked until you made it up to her with pretty promises and kisses and more. But now she seemed more persistent than she'd ever been with you. "But that's not true, she didn't do anything..." you muttered, trying to protect the remnants of your pride that were seeping through your fingers.

The car swerves as Shauna takes a turn too fast, her voice cutting through the music's snarl: "Seatbelt her, Jax. Now."

Jackie's free hand snakes across your hips, yanking the frayed belt across your lap with a violent click. Her other hand remains clamped on your face, rubbing your cheek in a halting, rather sharp motion. "We're not mad," she lies through clenched teeth, pupils blown wide. "We just need to... remind you." You don't quite understand what this is all about. You're starting to fidget with the tension now, restrained by your seatbelt, and you're trying to avoid your girlfriends' eyes. "I... you think I was flirting with Jess? I didn't!" Some small realization finally dawns on you. "She just asked me what I was doing here, and she said my dress was nice, and we just talked for a while. That's all. Jackie, I would never..." you trail off, "You can't be serious."

The engine dies with a shudder that runs through the car's steel frame. Shauna's door flies open.

"Serious?" Jackie barks a laugh that cracks like thin ice, unbuckling your seatbelt with a violent yank. "You let her breathe on you. Smile at you. Take up space that's marked!"

Shauna's hands clamp around your waist from behind before your sneakers hit gravel. Her teeth find the juncture of your neck and shoulder - not a bite, but the threat of one. "Walk," she growls against your skin, steering you toward the darkened colonial house.

Jackie slams the front door so hard a framed soccer trophy crashes downstairs. "You think we don't see?" Her voice climbs octaves with each step up the staircase, nails digging into your arm. "How they look at you? How you blush when they-"

Shauna kicks her bedroom door open, moonlight slicing across the yellowjacket banners on her walls. Her hands spin you roughly, back hitting the wall hard enough to knock breath from your lungs. "Ouch," you sigh. Then Shauna's grip immediately loosens, and her eyes briefly flicker with worry before she hides it. She obviously overdid it a bit, but she'll apologize to you later.

"Lesson time," Shauna murmurs. The captain's hands frame your face with terrifying gentleness.

"You belong here," Jackie whispers, thumb pressing your lower lip. "Not in some skank's mouth at a party. You know we love you, right, baby? And Shauna and I hate it when that happens. If you don't get enough, we'll make it up to you double, but don't do that."

Shauna vibrates against your collarbone as her hands slide up your thighs. "Let's make sure you remember.» You breathe anxiously. You knew your girlfriends' ways - you knew they could be like this if they wanted to. It was important to them to let you know that the three of you belonged equally to each other. And that it couldn't be any other way, but you really didn't think you were being flirted with! Although it was obvious. She was constantly staring at your pretty breasts and trying to undress you with her eyes. You saw it, but chose to ignore it. You weren't exactly sure why, but you weren't that stupid, obviously. Jackie and Shauna wouldn't like you if you were a complete idiot.

So you just lean your back against the wall, as if it could save you, and look at the floor in shame instead of at your girlfriends. "I... I'm sorry about this. I really don't know why someone always tries to flirt with me," you admit, "But I love you both." "Oh sweetheart," Jackie's sweetness undercut by the way her hands untie the ties of your dress, "you don't get to play naive with us." Her thumb swipes roughly across your cheekbone, smearing the tear you didn't realize had fallen. "We've seen that look a hundred times - the way their eyes drop to your tits, that stupid little smirk they give when they think they've got a chance." Shawna’s eyes darken as her hands slide up your sides possessively. "Should've seen your face," she growls, calloused fingers finding the hem of your dress. "All wide eyes and bitten lips while that bitch mentally undressed you." The fabric tears slightly as she yanks it upward, cold air hitting your thighs. You feel uncomfortable in your clothes - they even bothered to take off your favorite party dress completely, although, knowing them, they probably did it on purpose. "Like you didn't fucking know."

Jackie’s teeth graze your jugular as Shauna's palm slaps your bare thigh, the sting making you jump.

Shauna's teeth replace Jackie's at your neck, biting hard enough to bruise as her hand snakes between your legs. "First lesson," she growls against your skin, fingers pressing insistently through damp cotton. "You don't stand there looking like fucking dessert unless you want to get eaten."

"I d-don't want to be eaten-" you mumble, stumbling, your breath almost catching from so many insistent touches. You find it hard to stand against the wall, wanting to move onto something soft, but you don't think you've earned it yet. "I don't want anyone but you, I'm so sorry..." you mumble, sighing and twitching as Shauna's fingers brush against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. Your hips jerk instinctively, wanting more. Jackie's lips brush your temple as she pins your wrists above your head, her voice honeyed poison. "Shhh, baby, we know," she murmurs, her hands sloppily running down your chest, groping at your hard nipples. “But your body is such a fucking liar.” She helps one of your thighs stay in the position Shauna wants.

Shauna's growl vibrates through your skirt as she rips your panties sideways. "Should've worn the ones we bought you," she snarls, calloused thumb spreading you open. "The black lace with our initials." Her finger trails up, stopping just above your clit. "This cotton shit's for strangers." “Look at me,” Jackie demands, tilting your chin up, "You're so cute right now. You're so loyal and good, aren't you? I never doubt you, baby..." "Don't praise her too soon," Shauna interrupts sharply, turning to you, "Do you think we like being this crazy?" Her finger circles your clit roughly, making you wetter. "You make us animals."

The bed creaks as Shauna suddenly yanks you down onto it, forcing your back to meet the softness of Shauna's mattress. Shauna's bed was always soft, and you took great pleasure in sleeping on it when the three of you had sleepovers, letting Jackie get in the middle. "Second lesson," she rasps, shoving two fingers deep without warning. Her other hand smacks your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "You come when we say." Jackie straddles your face, trembling as she peels her lace aside. "Clean up your mess," she whimpers, nothing sweet left in her voice now. Her thighs clamp your ears as Shauna's palm muffles your moans, fingers curling cruel and perfect inside you.

You felt like you were being torn apart. Okay, it was intense - sex with your girlfriends was often like that, especially when they were both in a good mood, but you still weren't used to this tension in the room just because of you and what you did. You really loved the attention, yes. You were very attractive and it was just something you had to accept - girls loved you and looked at you.

But still, you always wanted attention only from Shauna and Jackie. And it was sincere. You just maybe sometimes didn't know how to ask for it. And then you began to unconsciously use the attraction of others to you as a crutch. True, you didn't know if you could do it, but... some ideas pay off.

You moan into Jackie's pussy as your hips tremble from Shauna's fingers inside you, filling all your wet space. You don't take your submissive and mistake-licking gaze off Jackie's eyes, confusedly watching how exactly she squirms on your face, using your tongue as a means of self-satisfaction and how hard she squeezes your head with her thighs. You want to cum so much, but Shauna has forbidden it: and you can't even utter a word, since your mouth will be busy until Jackie is completely sated with you. Jackie's moans pitch higher, her thighs trembling like violin strings against your temples. "That's it, Y/N," she gasps, fingers twisting in your hair as she grinds down harder. "Take your apology right from the s-source..." Her hips stutter, flooding your tongue as she comes with a shattered cry. But when she collapses back against the headboard, her touch turns tender—thumb brushing your spit-slick chin, voice syrupy with false sympathy. "Poor thing. All that work and you're still dripping."

Shauna's fingers curl upward, pressing that sweet spot that makes your vision blur. "Think she's learned yet?" she growls against the shell of your ear, palm smacking your ass again when you buck against her hand. The yellowjacket poster above the bed stares down judgmentally as she drags you upright by your throat. "Look at you," she sneers, forcing your gaze to the mirror across the room—to the mascara streaks, the bite marks blooming like ink stains, Jackie's lipstick smeared across your cheek like war paint. "Our dumb little attention whore." "I'm... I'm sorry." You mumble, whining as you feel the wetness between your legs. "I'm really sorry, I won't do this again. Just... just let me come, please? I love you so much." You slur, letting yourself squeeze your thighs together. How cheeky of you. Shauna's palm cracks across your inner thigh, the sting blooming hot as she pries your legs apart with brutal efficiency. "Squeeze again," she growls, calloused fingers digging into your quadriceps hard enough to bruise, "and I'll tie these ankles to the bedposts with your own fucking hair." Her other hand twists deeper, knuckles pressing mercilessly against your g-spot as she leans in to lick the tears from your cheek. "You come when your mouth remembers who owns it." Jackie’s hand slides over Shauna’s flannel-encased collarbone, her coral nails contrasting against the sweat-damp cotton of Shauna's tank top. "Now Shauna, maybe we should let her cum if she begs hard enough? I mean, I feel sorry for her already. She's our little girl, right?" Jackie pouts, trying to get to Shauna's heart, although it feels like a game. Usually you are the ones who fuck Jackie, you remember. But apparently, for this game, Jackie gave herself over to an experiment in behavior. You couldn't say you didn't like it. "Please, please, please-" You give in immediately, not even daring to resist. Not even hearing Shauna's response. You need it so much, oh god, you want this release, and only after this will you be able to rest forever. "I need it so much. I'm sorry, I'm guilty before you," your ears turn red from your own confessions. "Just let me cum-" Shauna smirks contentedly as she pulls her fingers out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. "You want it?" she purrs, her free hand sliding up to clamp over your mouth. "Prove you're ours." Her teeth sink into the meat of your shoulder as she nods to Jackie—a silent command.

Jackie's lips curve into a saccharine smile as her hand lets go and pulls your hair, her fingers toying with the gold necklace she gave you last month. "Let's make it a prayer," she coos, "Beg properly this time. Tell us who you belong to while looking in the mirror. Every word wrong adds ten seconds before you come."

Shauna's fingers plunge back in with a wet slap, her rhythm brutal as she forces your gaze toward the reflection—toward Jackie's pristine perfection contrasted against Shauna's disheveled fury. "Start talking," Shauna growls, her palm muffling your first broken syllable as Jackie takes your chin, wanting to entice you to look in the mirror.

You groan loudly, your head resting so tiredly in Jackie's hands. You turn your head towards the mirror with a feeling of shame and unfulfilled duty. You fucking hated this mirror. "I..." You bit your lip, looking at yourself and hesitating. Fuck, you've never admitted this to yourself before. Shauna's fingers twist viciously inside you, the heel of her palm grinding against your clit with enough pressure to make your legs shake. "Eyes open," she snarls, using her free hand to wrench your face toward the mirror. The reflection mocks you—Jackie's lips pressed to your ear, Shauna's teeth buried in your shoulder, your own face flushed and tear-streaked like some debauched saint in a Renaissance painting.

Jackie's voice drips false compassion as she traces the bite marks on your collarbone as Shauna pulls away, apparently satisfied with her bite on your body, making you whine and squirm. "It's okay to say it, sweetheart," she murmurs, her breath hitching when Shauna's thrusts make you jolt against her. She kisses your cheeks haltingly, leaving marks on them. "We already know the truth. Just let it out so we can make you feel good."

The words clot in your throat like spoiled honey. Shauna's laugh is dark as she slows her fingers to a torturous crawl. "Think she needs more motivation." Her free hand snakes up to pinch your nipple hard through your dress, the fabric suddenly abrasive as sandpaper. "Count of three, or I stop completely. One—"

"Yours!" The confession rips from you like a splintered bullet, voice cracking as Jackie's nails dig crescent moons into your hips. "I'm yours, both of you, only ever—fuck—"

Shauna's fingers piston into you with renewed fury, her grin feral in the mirror's reflection. "Louder."

"YOURS!" you scream to the girl in the glass—to the trembling mess with Jackie's lipstick smeared across her cheekbones and Shauna's handprints blooming on her thighs. "I belong to Jackie and Shauna, I'm—oh god—I'm your dumb little—"

Jackie's mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing your sob as Shauna finally lets you break. The orgasm tears through you like a forest fire, your back arching so violently you nearly headbutt Jackie. Shauna rides you through it with brutal precision, her free hand clamping over your mouth when the pleasure borders on pain. "That's it," she growls against your sweat-slick temple. "Take what you earned."

The mirror fogs with your panting breaths as Jackie gently wipes tears from your cheeks, her voice syrup-sweet again. "Good girl." Her thumb brushes your swollen lower lip. "Now let's discuss your punishment for making us wait so long." You haven't had time to recover from your previous orgasm when you look at them in shock, feeling your heart drop into your heels. "W-What?" you ask, sounding like it's more of a squeak. Your eyes dart between Shauna, who is positioned between your legs, and Jackie, who is sitting next to your head.

You don't know what to do when they start giggling and quickly lose their old temper.

Jackie's laugh breaks first, her fingers immediately softening as they card through your sweat-damp hair. "Oh baby," she coos, pressing featherlight kisses along your trembling jaw, "you should see your face." Her hands flutter over you like nervous doves — brushing sticky strands of hair from your forehead.

Shauna's already across the room rummaging through her soccer duffel, broad shoulders blocking the lamp light. When she turns back, her calloused hands are surprisingly gentle wrapping her favourite red flannel around your shoulders. "Drink," she grunts, pressing a water bottle to your lips, her thumb wiping a stray droplet from your chin when you choke on the first sip.

"Shh, we've got you," Jackie murmurs, arranging herself behind you so your back rests against her chest. Her signature sweet perfume envelops you as she rocks gently, her lips moving against your ear. "We just... God, when we saw her touching you—" Her voice cracks. "We wanted to kill someone at that moment. You had to come back very, very quickly, and she literally stole you!"

Shauna's knee hits the mattress as she straddles your legs, her usual scowl softened at the edges. She presses her forehead to yours, "You're ours to protect," she growls low enough that only you can hear it. "Even from our own fucking selves."

Jackie's fingers interlace with Shauna's over your heartbeat, their shared warmth seeping into your bones. "No more parties for a week," she declares, nuzzling the crown of your head. "We're staying in. Making you watch 10 Things I Hate About You until you can recite the poem scene."

Shauna's snort ruffles your bangs as she tucks the blanket tighter around your hips. "And eating those shitty rainbow cookies you like," she adds gruffly, her calloused palm lingering on your cheek. "The ones that taste like Play-Doh."

The yellowjacket banner above the bed flutters in the sudden breeze from Shauna's window, moonlight painting silver stripes across your tangled limbs. Jackie hums the chorus of "Kiss Me" off-key into your hair while Shauna's thumb traces absentminded plays from last week's game on your thigh. Their synchronized breathing slowly steadies yours, the earlier frenzy dissolving into something warmer, softer—a shared language written in heartbeat rests and tangled ankles.

The three of you loved each other. But sometimes you really felt like your girlfriends liked to torture you a little. But at least the torture was sweet.

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men & minors dni

・❥・ellie fingering your mouth

content: 18+, mouth fucking (r), sub! reader, top! ellie, praise

Ellie's thumb ran across your lips, stopping when it made contact with your bottom lip. She held it there for a moment, staring straight into your eyes, before she pulled away, leaving you breathless. It made everything all the more intense; the air thinning around you.

“So pretty for me, baby,” Ellie lulled, her eyes entranced by your lips, coated in a layer of shine from your lipgloss. This had her mind reeling with dirty indecent thoughts, thumb instinctually going back up to your lips.

Your breathing grew steadier, lips parting ever so slightly to question her. But, you weren’t able to get a word out because Ellie caught you to it.

With her thumb still hovering over your lips, she mumbled out her desire to you, what she so desperately wanted. “Wanna finger your mouth, how does that sound?”

You almost thought you didn’t hear her right, not expecting her to say something like that. You nodded your head immediately, words absent from you, only Ellie’s lingering. Somehow you couldn’t find it in yourself to form words, leaning into Ellie’s touch.

Ellie tested the waters by pushing her thumb past your glossy lips, into your mouth, the lipgloss smearing messily onto her fingers. You accepted her thumb graciously, taking time to suck on it and watching Ellie’s face for a reaction.

A smirk curled onto her face, pleased by your obvious liking to sucking her thumb. Ellie removed it with a pop, a pout forming at her removal. “Why did you remove it?” You whined.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed, she cupped your cheek. “So impatient… Just using different fingers. Now be a good girl for me and take it.”

The smirk didn’t leave her face, her eyes darkened with glass of lust the more she stared at you. You nodded again, following her orders like an obedient dog. You licked the remains of your lipgloss away as you spoke, “Always your good girl, Ellie.”

She hummed, “That you are, angel…” Her fingers fell from your cheek towards your lips, her pointer and middle fingers pushing into your mouth that patiently awaited to be filled and stuffed with her long digits.

She bit her lip, seeing you take her fingers made her pussy clench, aching herself. You sucked her fingers, your tongue swirling around them to further coat in your saliva. Ellie decided she had enough of this, and took control by using her other hand to grab your face. She lightly moved her fingers to signal to you what was to come next.

Ellie pulled back her fingers, then thrusted them forward. You gagged, tears brimming the corners of your eyes. You grasped at Ellie’s shirt, not wanting to give up and continue.

She nodded, a hum of approval rumbling from her throat. “What a good girl, my fucking good girl,” Ellie whispered and continued thrusting her fingers back and forth. The gagging and groans you’d let out made her all the more wetter.

You were a mess yourself, feeling like a whore getting your throat finger fucked and used. But you didn’t care, not if it was Ellie doing what she wanted; using you as she pleased.

“Little more, baby….” Ellie muttered, her other hand soothing your face and holding it. You were so good for her, she absolutely fed off it. She was addicted to the feeling you brought her. She couldn’t get over how you looked for her; face sticky with your own spit and choking on her fingers.

Soon your lips were freed of her fingers, throat aching slightly. Ellie stuffed the fingers that were just in your mouth, coated with your spit into her mouth. She moaned, enjoying the taste of you and savouring it on her tongue.

You felt the heat in your cheeks rise seeing her do this, and your wetness in your panties gushing more. You couldn’t believe Ellie licked her fingers clean… Somehow you found it in yourself to speak. “Ellie… Did you actually—“

She cut you off, “Yes. You always taste good to me, baby…” She continued to lean down and connect your lips in a passionate kiss to reassure you. Ellie pulled back, your lips meters apart, “You never have to doubt anything with me.”

She reconnected your lips in a searing kiss, helping pass any thought you had to think anything other than what she said.

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Leather and Lace

Warnings: service top! vi, power bottom! reader, reader gets ate, naked reader, clothed vi, butch bulge, vi is stone/touch me not, pillow princess reader, punishment, mean!vi, implied masturbation, slight degradation (vi calls reader dumb)

Genre: smut

A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts forever LMAOOOO I’ve been wanting to write this dynamic with vi for a long time just based on how her face looked when Sevika was holding it like omg she looked so pretty!!

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“Stay still for me” vi groans as her face is buried in your cunt. “Make me” you whine as you push her face in deeper.

Her fingers digging into your plush thighs as she keeps them apart. All day long you’ve been whining about how much you miss her and need her, yet here you are giving her a hard time!

“Being such a brat y’know that?” She chuckles as she bites at your puffy clit softly.

“Fuck you”

“You wish” she whispers as her ringed middle finger curls into your cunt. Your hips buck as her finger was hitting the right spot. “Stay right there”

“Should I?” You know vi is here to please you but she has to be cheeky with you here and there if she feels like you’re giving her attitude! “If I wanted to be played with I would’ve done it myself!” You groan.

“Then do it” she says calmly as she pulls away. You whine, tears brimming your pretty eyes. “But vi” you sniffle with a heavy pouting lip.

She leans over you, hovering over your lips “I love you so allow me to take care of you yeah? Only I know how to please you, you’re too dumb to know how.”

Her hand goes to cup your cunt, “gonna be good f’me?” She hums as you nod, lost in her eyes and pleasure.

Her legs spread yours apart as she pressed her bulge against your bare cunt. “My pretty girl” she whispers as she feathers kisses along your neck as her pace speeds up. The coldness of her zipper nudging against your heat.

“Can I cum?” You whine as you look at her with glossy eyes. You know you’re slightly in trouble and lost the privilege of her fingers but you still deserve your orgasm right?

Her teeth seep into your skin leaving a mark to form and yelp in pain. “I already told you how you’re gonna get there.” She mocks as she feels you shake beneath her.

Now it’s up to you, be edged until she feels you understand the lesson or touch yourself and not be fully satisfied. Regardless of what you pick, you’re screwed.

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A/n: I’ve never written this dynamic before but I feel like I portrayed it in a sense that makes sense? LMAOOOO I’m all over the place but I hope y’all enjoy it!!

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