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point of no return 18+

🧸 part one

ava coleman x reader

pairing: ava coleman x female reader warnings: smut, fingering, thigh riding, angst, hurt, heartbreak, 18+ word count: 1.1k

3 months later...

"i missed this sexy ass body so fucking much," ava trailed sloppy wet kisses up and down your inner thighs. you gripped the sheets as your back arched of the bed, eyes rolling in the back of your head with a throaty moan, "did you miss me? hmm."

you didn't know know what to think when you ended up under her again, even after she hurt you to the core, you still ended up in the exact same situation as always. beneath her warm body as she pleasured you, taking control of your body in ways only she knew how.

"answer me baby, i wanna hear that pretty voice of yours."

your eyes locked onto her chocolate brown ones, she looked so tantalizing with her head tilted, laying on your thigh, and that famous shit eating grin planted on her face. you reached out, tucking a piece of long hair behind her ear, "yes i missed you ava."

"then why have you been avoiding me?"

"you already know the answer to- ah fuck!" ava attached her glossy supple lips to your cunt, sucking it gently while holding your thick thighs wide open.

she released your juicy lips with a pop, "give me a real answer and i might let you cum."

"c'mon ava, you didn't come over for that," you sat up in the bed grabbing on to the bottom of her dress, "take this off."

ava placed a hand between your tits and pushed you roughly back on the bed, she lifted her dress over her head while smirking down at you. "did you think i'd make it that easy for you, baby?" you rolled your eyes, slipping a hand between your legs, you found your aching clit and started to rub small circles. ava snatched your hand away, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.

she pressed her body against yours, her hard nipples rubbing across your chest. you couldn't stop your hips from bucking or your legs from wrapping around her waist, just like they used to. "i wanna feel your pussy against mine, please ava."

"such a needy little thing." she tilted her head towards yours, capturing your lips in a commanding kiss as two of her fingers dipped inside of your wet core. "tell me, is this pussy still mine?"

"avaaaaaa, fuck that feels so good baby." your lips parted and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue inside your mouth. you sucked on it firmly fighting against the grip she had on your wrist, you wanted so badly to touch her hot body. it had been so long since you've been with anybody, let alone her, your body had a fire going inside just waiting to combust.

"no one else can make you feel like i do, can they?"

she curled her fingers inside of you, hitting that soft spongy spot, you could see white dots in your vision as you whimpered out, "aaahhh, no no no, just you ava fuck don't stop." she pumped her fingers deep inside of you, keeping a steady rhythm while rubbing her cunt against your thigh, leaving a trail of her own slick behind. "mmm you're making a mess all over me baby, can oshon do that to you? or do you have to think of me to get off?"

“can naomi fuck you like this, hmm? have you shaking and creaming all over the bed?” ava emphasized her movements with each word, fucking you deep and scissoring her fingers inside of your gaping hole. she ground down hard on your thigh, her clit rubbing perfectly against it. harsh pants left her parted mouth, “fuck i’m so close, cum with me baby.”

“yes yes yes yes!!! right there ava, yes!!”

“shit i’m cumming!”

“me too baby, fuuuuuck! ah, shit!”

you rode out your high together, trembling in each other’s arms with your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure overwhelming you. soft whimpers escaped past your lips and ava pressed her forehead against yours, silently comforting you. “please don’t leave,” she whispered, barely audible.

your body stilled as your eyes fluttered open and focused in on her, "h-how did you know i was leaving?" when you were met with complete silence and her avoiding your gaze you pushed her off of you, sitting up in the bed as you pulled the comforter up to cover your chest. "ava! how did you know i was leaving abbott?"

she kissed her teeth, sitting back on the balls of her feet, "jacob told janine who told gregory who told oshon, and he told me..."

you shook your head, anger overtaking your whole body, "i can't believe you ava. for one you're still dealing with oshon, but the fact that the only reason you came over in the first place was to seduce me-"

"i wasn't trying to seduce you, i was-."

"really then why are you here? you haven't thought about me in three months! you don't even make eye contact with me at school and yet you show up here out of the blue? so i'd what? fuck you and then stay at abbott?"

"no! it's not like that!! i-i just... don't want you to leave."

"why not? so i can stay under your thumb?"

"i don't want to control you! i just want... you."

"you just want me as your backup pussy for when your boy toy isn't cutting it!" you slid out of the bed, angrily putting on a pair of shirts and a plain t-shirt. "this is low, even for you ava."

"why do you think the worst of me?” ava asked with hurt in her brown orbs. she reached for her dress, getting out of the bed and putting it back on.

“i looked you in your eyes three months ago, i told you i loved you… and you just walked out on me. we can’t be more than secret lovers but you flaunt oshon around the school like he’s some prized possession. i’m not mad at it, it’s your life, but you don’t get to keep doing this me. it’s why i accepted the job offer, i have to get away from this.”

“so you’re really going to leave and the abandon the kids at abbott!?”

“go to hell ava. you know what, get the hell out of my house.”

“baby-”

“get out! go!” ava looked down at you one last time before leaving your bedroom. you heard pointed footsteps go down the hallway and out the front door, shutting it softly behind her. tears fell out of your eyes like a waterfall, nothing ever changes with her, you always end up in tears at the end of the day.

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the playlist:

unknown x durand bernarr

beg x leon thomas & elle varner

mad at fire x elmiene

fireflies x doechii

alarming x ojerime

if you let me x sinead harnett

breaking point 📓✏️

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breaking point 📓✏️

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thinking of giving breaking point a sequel

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legally blonde 18+

professor! jessica pearson x reader

pairing: jessica pearson x female reader warnings: smut, suits au, power imbalance, age gap, slut shaming, degradation, dumbification, mommy kink, thigh riding, 18+ word count: 1.6k

"i recommend knowing before speaking."

professor pearson smirked at you snidely before turning on her six inch heels and descending down the stairs of the lecture hall. she's embarrassed you once again in front of your civil procedure's class, chirping about some innocuous principle from your theory and practice textbook. she was stern and intellectually overbearing, teaching analytical and logical aspects of the law through a socratic format. well, it was more like russian roulette, she spends thirty minutes at the beginning of every class asking random students questions based on the assigned pre-class readings.

she targeted you every class, finding you in a crowd of people and climbing the stairs to stand in front of you. you always got lost in the delicious sway of her hips and tousled big brown hair but eventually snapped out of it when her piercing brown eyes met yours. you read the textbooks, you really do, but it was too much information for any one person to digest and professor pearson knows that. it was like a staring down the barrel of a gun every time she interrogated you.

"come see me in my office after class," professor pearson quipped, her toned calves flexing as she made it to the bottom of the stairs. "we have much to discuss." the corners of her mouth settled into a mischievous smile, igniting an anxious pit in your stomach. your classmates shifted in their seat uncomfortably and whispered to each other, glad they weren't you.

your shoulders rounded as they slumped defeatedly and you let out a deep breath. why the hell does she always make an example out of you and not any other of the 100 students in this course? you despised her, she was power-obsessed and belittling, getting off on seeing your spirit crushed. you tuned out the rest of the lecture, opting to type up some study guides rather than listen to professor hardass.

when class was over, you moved slowly, letting the class empty out before meeting professor pearson up at the front. "go wait for me in my office," she waved you off nonchalantly, dismissing you while not even making eye contact with you. you shook your head, rolling your eyes as you went to the elevators.

you were irritated you had to wait on your professor, what the hell was so important she had to keep you after class? you got off on the fourth floor, quietly making your way around the corner and to professor pearson's office.

it looked exactly how you expected, cold and detached, with no pictures of family or friends, just degrees and plaques on the walls. you ran your hand across the wood of her oak desk perched under the large window in her office, "of course the wicked witch has no family." suddenly her office door slammed shut and you jolted forward, knocking over an empty vase.

"what did you just call me?"

"uhh professor p-pearson, i-i was just... uhhhh." you fumbled over your words as she stalked towards you, her long fur coat flowing behind her as if she was on a runway. your breathe caught in your throat when she stopped right in front of you, pointed eyes boring down into yours. you felt small as her brown orbs looked you up and down, you shifted from side to side, anxiously smoothing out the material of your pink miniskirt.

"that skirt is way too short." professor pearson bit out, eyes full of judgement and disapproval. you gasped as you felt her nimble fingers slide across your exposed thigh gripping it tightly, leaving small crescents in their wake.

you fisted the edges of her desk, knuckles turning white as you whimpered, "w-what are you doing professor?" perfectly manicured fingers inched higher and higher and you squeezed your thighs together tightly, trying to stop her movements.

professor pearson dipped her head down, grazing her lips against the shell of your ear, "isn't this what you wanted? isn't this why you dress the way you do, hmm?" you caught her wrist just as her index finger gently swept across the front of your pink lace panties. you were too embarrassed to make a sound, not believing your crude professor was touching you like this. "answer me."

"i don't dress for the validation of anyone, including you or any of the other suits in this building."

your professor abruptly spun you around, bending you over the desk with a firm hand on the back of your neck. "what judge or jury is going to take you seriously in a court room? you dress like a god damn dumb slut."

smack! smack! smack!

your stifled whimpers filled the confines of her office as she spanked your ass raw, you bucked against her but the hand on your neck held you down in place. a pool of desire settled in your warm core and your clit thumped harshly with a soft ache. "you're a dumb slut, aren't you?"

"n-no! i'm n-not!" you cried out, wiggling your ass against her in an attempt to loosen her grip on your neck. “i’m not dumb!”

“oh but you are a slut.” you felt her slide your panties to the side and spread your ass cheeks open with both hands, "tsk tsk tsk, look at that, so fucking wet already." her warm body moved away from yours and you immediately sprung up, pulling your short skirt down in a hast. when your nervous eyes met hers she was sitting at her desk, smirking at you devilishly with one leg crossed over the other. "get on your knees and crawl to me. now."

she must have mind control over you at this point with the way you dropped to your knees without a second thought. you made your way over to your formidable professor stopping in front of her like an obedient puppy, looking up at her through your long lashes. professor pearson spread her knees apart, giving you a delicious view of her toned thick thighs leading to her center. "dumb little slut, what are you waiting for?"

you planted light kisses on her inner thigh, trailing them higher and higher until she grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, "no teasing, eat my pussy slut." she sneered and pulled your face closer to her heated core. you wrapped your supple lips around her clit, suckling it into your warm mouth. professor pearson closed her eyes and threw her head back, motivating you to please her more. you spread her lips open with two fingers licking up and down her wet warm slit, "fuck! such a good dumb slut, on your knees for me, yes! just like that!"

her hips bucked against you, thighs crushing your face but you continued licking and sucking her slick cunt. you couldn’t help but moan at the taste of her, your thumb finding her hard clit as you slid your taut tongue inside of her, thoroughly stroking her walls. her big brown eyes captured yours, mesmerizing you, “you like the way mommy taste?”

“m’yes, you taste so good.” you moaned out with her arousal smeared all over jaw and chin. you replaced your thumb with your mouth, licking hard circular stripes around your professors clit. the way her breathe caught and her hips bucked repeatedly told you she was nearing the edge.

“fuuuuuuck! such a good little girl, i’m gonna cum all over that pretty face.” she trembled beneath you, her legs caging you in as she exploded all over you. you didn’t dare ease up as you relished in the fact that you had your professor coming undone in her office. she moaned through gritted teeth, her plump bottom lip trapped between them as her body jerked with aftershocks.

feeling accomplished, you left one gentle kiss on her pussy lips and then pulled away from her core. you stood triumphantly, face messy with her slick. she gripped your waist and tapped her thigh, “you want me to ride you professor?”

“don’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” she pulled you down hard on her flexed thigh, a throaty moan escaped your parted lips as your wet core came in contact with hard muscle. you latched onto her shoulders, setting your own pace by slowly grinding on her.

“mmmmm, that feels so good… fuck!” you whimpered out, lips pouty and swollen. with one hand, professor pearson grabbed your throat and brought your lips to hers, you slipped your tongue inside her mouth and she moaned at the taste of herself.

“fuck, that’s it baby, ride mommy’s thigh.”

you smirked down at her, “yeah? i think you like this more than i do mommy.”

“you’re the one making a mess all over my god damn leg.”

“just like you left a mess all over my pretty face?” you grinned cheekily, chin still shining with her sticky cum. your lips parted and you threw your head back when she grabbed both sides of your waist, trailing sloppy kisses along your neck. she sunk her teeth into your sweet spot as you ground down harder on her, whining from the pressure rubbing on your clit perfectly. “fuck, m-mommy pleaseeeeee.”

“please what? huh you dumb slut, what are you asking for?”

“wanna cum, pleaseeee, all over you.” you choked on your own sobs, hips moving erratically as your tits bounced up and down.

“oh you do? are my dumb little slut?”

“yes yes yes yes! fuck! i’m your dumb little slut, please mommy let me cum!”

“let it go,” her hands moved down to your ass cheeks, grabbing and spreading them roughly as she guided your fluid movements, “cum for me slut.” your cries bounced off the walls in her office, your grip on her shoulders tightening as you rode out your high. throaty whimpers and moans escaped your parted lips and a thin sheen of sweat covered your forehead, you were completely spent from the explosive orgasm your professor gave you.

“wow, u-um professor…” your words trailed off into the abyss, having nothing concrete to say.

“get of my thigh, you need to clean up your mess.”

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5 WAYS CASEY KEEPS YOU QUIET

summary — technically the four times casey keeps you quiet, and the one time it’s a mutual effort

warning(s) — established relationship, slight dom/sub dynamics, dom casey novak, slight public sex, office sex, implied exhibition kink, strap-on (r!receiving), dirty talk, degradation, name calling, stripping/undressing, slight brat taming, cockwarming, strap sucking (c!reciving), hair pulling, deep throating, oral fixation, finger sucking, fingering, bathroom sex, mirror sex, size kink, hickies, caught, implied past threesome, praise kink, pet names, slight implied humiliation/condescension, light choking, bondage, bratty behavior, oral (c!receiving), making out, thigh riding, mutual orgasm, soft kissing, cuddling, men/minors dni

authors note — follow up to this ask !! headcannon format

her palm

— your chest is flush against your hotel door, the hallway outside filled with your fellow prosecutors and law enforcement as a conference is held downstairs. it’s been a miserable three days. you and casey have become ships passing in the night as she tackles seminars and you delegate bodies to sections that need support, never finding more than ten minutes at the end of the night to recap your days before you fall asleep in the hotel bed, drained and aching from the confines of pure evil kitten heels.

— you’d found the time tonight. or; casey had found you in the hallway with donnelly and barth, a martini in your hand, your briefcase in the other as you made small talk and tried to shake the numbness in your collective heads. you’re absolutely certain that donnelly knows what’s going on, but she can’t be certain because casey’s palm over your mouth muffles the pleasure she’s pulling over your eyes like thick wool.

— you hadn’t known she’d brought the strap with her. the purple one. the one that she bought on your first anniversary. the one that she knows how to absolutely unravel you with just by chasing her own high.

— her hips snap into yours at a brutal pace, the harness around her hips rubbing the backs of your thighs raw. sharp gasps and whines fall off of your lips, but they’re muffled by casey’s palm, your head craned back, resting against the left side of her chest two inches off from the direct beat of her pulse.

— she has your skirt bunched up around her waist, out of her way, a careless sacrifice for the greater means. your panties are pulled out the side, taught against the apex of your thighs now as your entire body jerks and shakes, attempting to fight her off, to somehow get away from the pleasure but also entirely absorb it.

— “can’t even be quiet for me, sweetheart? judge donnelly and barth are right outside, and you’re whining like a slut with your tits out?” her words are filthy. they’re spoken against your neck, sharp and hot as her teeth nip your skin with every sharp consonant. your cheeks flame with the reminder that she’d unbuttoned your blouse in a hasty and heated make out session, your back against the wall as she tore open your satin button-down and praised every angel who’d ever kissed your head for guiding you to the decision of wearing a front clasp bra today. the black lace hangs around your shoulders, giving no coverage to your pebbled nipples that stick out for anyone to see if they opened your door in concern.

— you moan when her hips stutter harsh enough into your cunt that her tip strikes your g-spot with enough force to have an orgasm crashing over you in seconds. “you have to be quiet.” she reminds you sharply, and you nod desperately, knowing that if you don’t, she’ll pull out and leave you only half way down the mountain of pleasure.

her strap

— your knees ache, your thighs ache, your tongue and your jaw aches. casey’s had you on your knees beneath her desk for ten minutes already, but it’s slowly becoming the fifteen minute mark as she types frantically on her laptop. you’d made the mistake of running your mouth, letting yourself drift off with the high of a conviction with no remorse. it feels good to be grounded, but you’re aching for her to let you do something more than hover on your knees beneath her desk, your favorite strap sitting heavily on your tongue.

— her fingers tangle into your hair. just one hand leaves the keyboard, the other stays where it was, still clicking and typing, but at a slower pace, like she’s done with everything of priority. it surprises you when her wrist jerks, pulling you down on the strap until your nose tickles her bikini line. you splutter, gagging for only a second before you force yourself to accept the intrusion.

— “look at me.” casey demands, and your eyes find her instantly, glazed over and filled with tears of desperation. “you gonna quit acting like a fucking brat now?”

— your head bobs as best as it can, and the second casey’s satisfied with that answer, her hips snap forward, fucking your throat.

— your hands brace her hips, your head bobbing when she lets you take over, your tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, your all being put into the act of making her feel good.

— your moans don’t make it very far, stifled by the silicone you're working with two hands on the shaft now. the harness bucks against her clit with your every ministration, pushing her farther to one-sided pleasure.

— “god, i fucking love you.” she moans breathily, her head thrown back, her fingers tangled into your hair, pulling whenever a sharp spark of white hot pleasure shots through her with nowhere to escape until you got her to the edge.

her fingers

— alex’s house has three bathrooms, but the closest one to the pool is downstairs beside the kitchen. it’s the most frequented spot in the house when she throws a party like this. people crowd the kitchen as watermelons cut, they crowd the hallway as alcohol starts working against their bladders, and the straight shot to the back deck and pool is always littered with bodies trying to pass and getting swept up into conversation.

— this is not the place to get caught. this is not the place for casey to have her hand down the front of your bikini, but her palm is rubbing against your clit, slapping against your mound, her fingers are jackhammering into, two, three, her knuckles scrape against your walls with every curve and twist. she’s working you open with one hand, but her other hand keeps you quiet — keep’s your sounds just hers to hear.

— its in moments like these where it’s unavoidable to notice casey’s height. she’s almost six foot, six-foot-one if you catch her in the kitten heels she wears to court. but right now her feet are bare, covered in blades of grass from the backyard that cling persistently to her damp skin. her body engulfs you, towering over you, her reflection in the mirror the only thing your eyes can watch.

— there’s a faint kiss of summer to her skin. not many of your days are spent outside of anywhere even remotely close to a window during daylight, but you manage to catch hours here and there, and it shows on her skin. there’s a flush to her cheeks from today — from alex’s early memorial day barbecue because you're all prosecutors and when do you ever have a holiday off.

— there’s a taste of salt on her skin, the saltwater pool having once lapped at her waist and her shoulders as she dragged you into the deep end. you suck at them dutifully, your tongue swirling between her knuckles and lapping against the polish of her red manicure.

— her fingers press down against your tongue when she can feel your walls tightening, pleasuring building, budding beneath your fingertips, blooming into something undeniably beautiful at her control.

— “you gotta ask, sweetheart. come on, ask for me.” casey teases, condescension dripping from her lips as she lowers her head, turning her attention to the untouched skin of your neck. her kisses trail down, past your earlobe, beyond your chin, down the valley of your breasts until her nose nudges the fabric of your bikini top away, sucking a mark dangerously close to the edge of your only option for coverage tonight.

— the broken string of letters you can force past the tension in her applied pressure unmakes the very last part of you, and casey’s beyond satisfied with the putty you’ve become between her hands. “come baby, come for me.”

— the second you let go, stop fighting for control when casey’s the one who had it all along, there’s a wrapping on the door, and seconds later alex whisper-shouts, “stop fucking in my bathroom unless you’re going to invite me.”

her cunt

— you’d been running your mouth all day. from the minute your eyes had peeled opened, you’d had something to say about any little thing that surfaced. it didn’t end when you’d gone your seperate ways to work either. you’d texted her all throughout her shift, unable to sway your bad mood that was only so sharp because she’d devoted herself to the office like she’d rather be married to the reverberations of the judge’s gavel.

— by the time she’d gotten home, her hair taken down from the bun she’d tied tight to the nape of her neck, there’d been little time to redeem herself before she had you undressed and tied to the bedframe with your soiled panties, the dampness a harsh reminder against the skin of your wrists that you’d wanted this for hours.

— “open your fucking mouth. you’ve had no problem running it all day.” casey demands, one hand holding onto the column of your neck, fingers squeezing warningly, the other pressing your cheeks together. you comply without a thought, “stick your tongue out.” she huffs, and the second you comply, your tongue laying heavily against your bottom lip, she settles for straddling your face, her cunt hovering above your mouth.

— your tongue laps at her dutifully, catching on her clit, dragging through her slit, plunging into her weeping hole when her thrashing hips encourage you to dive deeper. you moan wantonly into her core, the vibrations shooting straight through the bundle of nerves you suckled on determinedly.

— “fuck, just like that. ’s this all you needed? that mouth to be put to use?”

her mouth

— moonlight shines brightly in your bedroom, casey’s body is settled on top of you, keeping you grounded into the mattress and the champagne silk sheets. one of her toned thighs is stationed against your core, the other straddling your thigh that shakes and tenses as pleasure builds in your belly. she rocks into you with desperation, her own wetness smeared against her thigh as she grins her clit into your thigh, catching it on your spasming muscle perfectly without intent.

— your hands claw at casey’s shoulders, at her back, they drag up her neck and twist into the nape of her hairline where perspiration has started to curl her baby hairs.

— your hips stutter to meet the page of her thigh, to chase the pressure she’s pressing against you.

— casey’s mouth falls to yours when you whine, your back arching off the bed, hands falling to the silk sheets that you grasp between tight, white-knuckled fists.

— “shh, baby, come on, you close for me? oh, i know you are sweetheart.” casey groans, her tongue swiping across your lips, begging to be let in. it takes no convincing, and you gasp when her tongue sweeps against yours. it’s magical, and she takes the sounds you can’t help but release. “fuck, i’m gonna cum. cum with me, baby. fuck.”

— you chase her lips this time, drowning out her moans and her whines and her many ‘oh fucks’ until she collapses against your chest, laying a kiss to your collarbone. your exhausted, lips swollen, body sore, and your heart is hammering, but casey starts giggling and you follow soon after.

— “i love you.” you whisper, letting her roll you both around until you’re on your sides, limbs entertained and your head on the center of her chest.

— “i love you too.”

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professor pearson 🎀📓 legally blonde

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THE CONTRACT ᥫ᭡ alex cabot, casey novak x fem!reader

you didn’t expect much when you moved in — just a fresh start, a quiet place, and maybe some privacy. but the neighbors next door are nothing like you imagined, and they’ve been watching you just as closely as you’ve watched them. one night, they offer you a contract — clear, structured, and full of promises you’ve only ever dreamed of obeying.

dom!sub dynamics, fingering, casey eats you out, you watch casey get alex off - 18+, aftercare

calex masterlist (coming soon) calex taglist part one

PART TWO

The moment the ink dries on the paper, the air in the room changes — not just heavier, but hungrier. Casey watches you like a wolf who’s just been given permission to feast. Alex’s smile is slow and sharp, something coldly beautiful in how calmly she folds the contract away like it was never meant to be questioned.

Casey’s fingers are already sliding under your shirt before you can catch your breath. “This needs to come off,” she says, voice rough with want. You lift your arms and let her tug the fabric over your head. The fabric catches on your hair and you’re blinded for a second — but the second your shirt’s gone, you feel Alex behind you, her hands already on your shoulders, her breath brushing your neck.

Your skin burns under their attention.

Casey’s eyes rake over your bare chest, still in your bra. “Fuck,” she says, almost reverent. “Soft little thing, aren’t you?” She reaches behind you with ease, snapping the clasp with one practiced motion. The straps fall, and you feel the weight of your breasts shift as Alex slides the bra down your arms, her fingers lingering as they go.

Your nipples are already hard, tight with anticipation, and Alex doesn’t hesitate. She cups both breasts, thumbs circling slowly, possessively. Her hands are elegant — long fingers, cool palms — and they contrast with Casey’s rougher touch when she leans in and flicks her tongue across one nipple, just to watch you shiver.

“Sensitive,” Alex murmurs behind you. “That’s good.”

You gasp softly as Casey sucks one of your nipples into her mouth, warm and wet, tongue swirling. Alex keeps her other hand moving in lazy circles over your other breast, her mouth grazing the shell of your ear.

“You taste sweet,” Casey says between kisses. “Bet you’re even sweeter down there.”

You can’t form words. You just nod.

Alex strokes your hair. “Lie back. Let us see you properly.”

You sink onto the couch cushions, heart pounding, breath shallow. They both watch as you lift your hips and tug your jeans down, panties with them. You hear Casey’s low groan when you spread your legs, exposing yourself. You’re already wet — glistening and flushed, folds parted slightly from arousal — and there’s no hiding it.

“Goddamn,” Casey mutters, kneeling between your thighs. “Look at this pussy.” She strokes two fingers along your slick, teasing, but doesn’t push in. “Soaked. You’ve been thinking about this for days, haven’t you?”

Alex doesn’t answer for you — she just kneels at your side and captures your mouth in a kiss, slow and claiming. Her bare breasts brush your arm — full, high, perfect, her nipples dark pink and tight. You reach for her instinctively, wanting to touch, but she catches your wrist.

“Not yet,” she murmurs. “This is for you.”

Then Casey lowers her mouth to your core — hot, greedy, filthy.

Her tongue slides through your folds, parting them, licking deep from base to clit in long, unrelenting strokes. You cry out, hips jerking, and Alex catches your face between her hands, guiding your head to rest against her chest.

“You breathe through it,” she says softly. “Let her make you shake.”

You’re already shaking.

Casey devours you like she’s starving — her hands holding your thighs wide, tongue circling your clit, flicking fast, then slowing just to drag out your whimpers. You bury your face against Alex’s breasts, the weight of them warm against your cheek. Her nipples graze your skin and she moans softly when your lips brush one.

She shifts, positioning herself so you’re almost suckling against her, and rewards you by sliding one hand down to roll your other nipple between her fingers. “Good girl,” she murmurs. “Take it. Let us show you what it means to give yourself over.”

Casey groans against your pussy, the vibration making you cry out. “She’s so fucking soft,” she says, voice muffled. “I could stay down here all night.”

“Make her come first,” Alex replies, a smile in her voice. “Then we’ll see what she’s capable of.”

You’re already close — too close. Casey’s tongue doesn’t stop, her rhythm steady and sure, dragging tight circles over your clit while Alex teases your nipple just enough to push you further.

And when Alex leans down to kiss your temple and whispers, “Come for us, sweetheart,” it’s like a trigger pulling tight.

You break.

Your back arches, thighs shaking, a long, guttural moan ripping from your chest. Casey doesn’t let up. She rides you through it — tongue working, mouth hot, messy and perfect — until you collapse fully against Alex’s chest, boneless, panting, wrecked.

Casey finally pulls back, licking her lips. Her chin glistens with you.

“God, I knew she’d taste good,” she mutters, smug.

Alex strokes your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “And she’s not done,” she says with wicked calm. “We’re only just beginning.”

You’re still catching your breath, body buzzing, thighs sticky with the mess of your last orgasm. You try to move — maybe to drop to your knees, maybe to return the favor, you don’t even know. You just need to give them something. But Alex stops you with one hand, fingers curled firm around your wrist. It’s not rough — just final.

“That’s enough,” she says. Calm. Certain. “Not tonight.”

Then Casey grins from where she’s lounging back, her eyes dark and hungry. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’re not touching us,” she purrs. “You’re watching.”

You freeze, breath catching. The word slices straight through you, heat pooling between your legs all over again.

Alex stands — slow, deliberate — and begins undoing the buttons of her blouse. Not sexy-for-show. Just smooth and in control, like she’s peeling off her authority piece by piece. Her skin glows in the low light, the lace of her bra almost too pretty for how filthy this feels. Her slacks drop next, slipping down her hips with a whisper of fabric, revealing bare thighs and a damp patch already blooming at the center of her panties.

You can see it — the wetness. Dark and undeniable.

Casey stands too, lazy and loose, walking up to her like a tide pulling in. She doesn’t even speak. Just reaches out and touches Alex’s cheek with one hand while the other tugs at the hem of her own shirt. Alex helps, dragging it off over Casey’s head, and their hands are all over each other now — quick, greedy. Hooks undone, panties peeled down over flushed thighs. They kiss once, deep and quiet, and then Alex’s mouth is at Casey’s jaw, her shoulder, sucking just hard enough to leave something behind.

Their bodies are bare now — slick with heat, nipples hard, thighs shifting as they press together. You can see both of their pussies, glistening and pink, already so fucking wet it’s obscene. Casey’s soaked, folds shiny, clit swollen and begging for attention. But she doesn’t go there yet. She’s got her hand between Alex’s legs, fingers slipping in like she’s done it a thousand times.

And she probably has.

You watch, wide-eyed, as two fingers disappear inside Alex — slow and smooth. Alex’s head tilts back, lips parting, breath shaky but controlled. Casey’s got her hand moving in that perfect rhythm, wrist flexing, thumb brushing tight little circles over Alex’s clit. It’s not teasing. It’s deliberate. She knows what Alex needs.

Alex spreads her legs wider, hips rolling into it. Her thighs are trembling already, her pussy making those slick, wet sounds you can hear even from across the room. Every thrust of Casey’s fingers pulls another breath from her — tight, quiet, like she’s trying not to fall apart too fast.

You’re touching yourself again. Can’t help it. Watching them like this, watching Alex break open under Casey’s hand — it’s too much. Your fingers are soaked the second they press between your folds, your clit throbbing.

Alex’s hands grip the back of the couch. Casey’s kissing her shoulder now, murmuring something low, filthy and sweet, and then curling her fingers just right — and that’s what does it.

Alex comes hard. Her whole body tenses, back arching, a sharp gasp slipping past her lips. She doesn’t scream, doesn’t thrash — just lets go, face flushed and jaw clenched, thighs shaking around Casey’s hand.

You lose it right there. Watching Alex fall apart like that — from her touch, her fingers, her mouth, her everything — it sends you spiraling. You’re moaning, grinding against your own hand, chasing that heat until it snaps through you again. Fast and wild.

When you finally stop shaking, when you can see straight again, they’re curled up together. Casey’s got her arms around Alex’s waist, grinning like a cat who got the cream. Alex’s eyes are on you, sharp and satisfied.

“Think she’s hooked?” Casey murmurs, all smug.

Alex just smiles — slow, knowing. “Hopelessly.”

And you are. You so fucking are.

Everything’s quiet now. The kind of quiet that comes after the storm — not awkward, not tense. Just soft. Your breathing’s slowed a little, though your body still feels too warm, too loose, like all your bones melted a bit. You’re slumped back on the couch, skin still tingling, thighs sticky, brain kind of floating. You should probably feel embarrassed, laid out like this — wrecked and ruined — but you don’t. Not with them.

Casey moves first. She stretches like a cat, then disappears down the hallway without a word, still completely naked. You hear a cupboard open, the soft splash of water. A moment later she’s back with a warm, damp cloth in one hand and that playful look in her eyes again — but it’s softer now, lazy, like all the heat’s been turned down but none of the warmth’s gone.

“Stay still,” she murmurs, crouching in front of you.

You do. You’d probably let her do anything right now. But this — this is almost worse than everything before. She touches you so gently it hurts a little, dragging the cloth between your thighs, wiping away the mess she helped make. She doesn’t look away while she does it. Just watches your face with this weird mix of focus and care that makes your chest feel tight.

“You’re such a mess,” she says, but her voice is soft, teasing, not mean at all. “Could wring you out.”

Your face burns. You glance down at her, and for a second, you don’t even think about it — you just lean forward and kiss her.

It’s shy. Hesitant. Barely more than a brush of your lips against hers. Your hand fumbles at her shoulder, not really sure where to land. You’re not trying to start something again — you just want to give her something back. Say thank you, even if you don’t have the words.

She pauses. Then smiles against your mouth, slow and sweet. She kisses you back — firmer, but still unhurried. Like she’s letting you set the pace now.

When you finally pull away, your face is burning, and you look down at your lap, flustered. She just chuckles, presses another kiss to your temple, and hands you something big and soft — an oversized hoodie.

“Put that on,” she says, standing up with a stretch. “You’re gonna freeze.”

You tug it over your head, grateful to have something covering your bare skin. It drowns you, sleeves way past your hands, the hem brushing your thighs. It smells like her — that mix of laundry soap, a little weed, and something warmer, skin and sweat and girl. You pull it tighter around you like armor and sink back into the couch.

Casey plops down next to you and tugs you into her side like it’s nothing — like this is just what happens now. You go easily, curling into her warmth, your cheek against her shoulder, legs tucked up. She’s only wearing one of those huge old button-up shirts now, hanging open just enough to show the curve of her chest, the edge of a tattoo you haven’t seen before.

You blink slow, dazed and floaty. Then Casey reaches for the wine she left on the coffee table, pours a glass, and hands it to you without saying anything. You take it with both hands like it might spill otherwise.

“Drink, baby,” she murmurs, tucking an arm around your shoulders. “You earned it.”

You sip. It’s cold and dry and just fruity enough to be nice. You barely taste it, but it helps. Grounds you. You shift closer, half in her lap now, letting the warmth of the hoodie and her body wrap around you.

Alex is across from you both, tucked into the corner of the couch, legs curled under her, bare thighs peeking out from beneath one of Casey’s white button-ups. She’s watching you, her eyes soft, her smile barely there but real.

“You alright?” she asks, voice low and even.

You nod. Then force yourself to actually speak, voice small but sure. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

“You sure?” she asks again, not because she doubts you — just making really sure.

You nod a second time, more certain now. “I liked it,” you say. You feel your face flush hot again, but you don’t take it back.

Alex’s smile deepens, something fond flickering in her eyes. “Good,” she says simply. “You were perfect.”

Casey makes a little hum in agreement, resting her chin on top of your head. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm through the hoodie. “So fucking good,” she says. “I could’ve kept going. You were melting.”

You groan into her shoulder, burying your face to hide the way your cheeks flare up.

“Stop,” you mumble, but it’s useless.

She just laughs, low and smug, and keeps going. “Aw, look at you. All shy now. But earlier you were moaning like I put a spell on you.”

“Casey,” you whine into her sleeve, which only makes her laugh harder.

Alex’s voice cuts in, warm and dry. “She did put a spell on you. That hoodie’s cursed. You’re ours now.”

You peek out from under the hoodie’s hood, wine glass half-raised, still red-faced. “I might be,” you admit, barely above a whisper.

That shuts them both up — just for a beat. Then Casey grins, leans in, and kisses your forehead.

“Damn right.”

And that’s it. You stay curled up there with her, tucked into her side, sipping wine, heart full and body loose and so, so safe. Alex watches you both like she’s already planning round two — or maybe just memorizing the moment. You don’t know. You don’t care. You just know you’re exactly where you want to be.

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