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“Wake up,” it’s the first thing you hear—insistent neediness, full lips being pressed to your jaw. “mmh, y’awake?”
You shake your head, ‘no’. Regina raises a brow. There’s shifting on the bed, too much shifting for… what, eight in the morning? You groan, eyes fluttering open. “Reggie,” your complaints are cut short when you see a bare chested Regina straddling your hips.
“Up now?” Her voice is snarky, impatient. “Perv.”
Your hands move to her plump chest, squeezing before Regina tuts and slaps your hands away. No matter how much she enjoys the groping, she’s in control right now. Not just right now, but always and forever. Yesterday was just a little… hiccup, you distracted her with your fingers.
“Say please,” she opens your mouth for you, letting saliva drip from her tongue onto yours—watching you greedily swallow it. She smacks you (not hard, Regina isn’t an abuser) in reprimand. “Didn’t say swallow.” She tries again, and you hold it in your mouth.
“Please?” You babble with a full mouth. “Please, Reggie, wanna eat you out… wanna make you feel good. Please?” God, that was easier than expected—it’s like your hotshot facade from last night’s party fizzled out quickly.
She hums like she’s actually thinking about it—the answer in the end will almost always be yes, and that’s not going to change right now. “I don’t know… you were kind of a bitch last night.”
An unamused brow is raised from your end, and Regina laughs—like genuinely laughs. She leans down and presses her lips to yours. “I’m trying to be mean, stop looking at me like that.” A huff falls from her lips.
“Well, maybe you should quit being mean.” You kiss her back—over the few hours you’ve spent together, you’ve fallen into this slow, easy back and forth banter. Being with Regina, you’d think it’d be one-sided desperation, and pure passion—but it’s actually quite gentle.
“Maybe… but today’s not the day.”
“So you’re saying this’ll keep going on… after today?” You say, a little hope in your eyes and you watch Regina’s eyes roll playfully with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Depends… gonna make me feel good?” She says softly but it’s jarred in roughness. Protection.
“It’s all I’ve been begging for,” you quip back, easily. She mumbles in your ear that she likes when you beg, before slipping off your lap—to lay back on the king sized bed. Looking at you expectantly, her legs part.
You’re immediately between them, dragging the soft lace she put on before bed down with your teeth. She stares, intently—your palms sweat.
You kiss the inside of her thigh, the warm part where skin covers bone meeting bone. Sucking a soft mark, where no one, but you, should see.
It’s intimate, the way you go down on her—like she’s vintage stained glass. Kissing around her cunt, tongue tapping against her folds until she genuinely can’t take it anymore.
Her hips buck and she groans, expectantly. You know what she wants, so you wrap your lips around her clit and suck. Once soft before you realize the taste is addicting, and you suck harder.
Tongue dipping down to taste slick, then gliding back up to swirl around her pulsing clit. She whines, head tilting back, the heel of her foot digging into your lower back while she grips your hair.
“Fuck,” she drags the word out, nobody—genuinely nobody has made her feel as good as you have and you’ve just started. “…c’mon!” She grunts impatiently.
You want to drag it out, don’t want it to be rushed like your bathroom sex. And it’s Saturday, you two truly have all day. So you wrap your lips around her bud and make out with her clit.
“Drag it out any fucking longer and I’m going to make you watch me use my vibrator,” she snaps, genuinely impatient—genuinely needing this fucking orgasm. “I’m not joking.”
You laugh, it’s cut short when you meet her eyes and they’re icy—she’s not actually angry, but she’s close to it. You go down on her sopping wet pussy and eat. Humming when she cries out, and the vibrations shoot through her. She’s already close, but she doesn’t want to give you that satisfaction just yet.
When you add a thick finger? Oh, her eyes roll to the back of her skull and she almost screams. Her free hand’s palm slaps over her mouth to stifle her moans. You stop immediately, mouth leaving her clit with a pop and your finger stilling.
“Hand off, or I stop.” She can feel her orgasm receding and she rips off her hand. Shaking her head vehemently, not saying please or that she’s sorry because Regina doesn’t beg or apologize—she’s a brat.
You return to your spot, eyes on hers from between her legs and her orgasm comes back just as quickly as it left. “Fuck yes…” She groans, and when the pad of your finger hits that gummy spot again? She sees fucking stars. “Fuck yes, baby!” She cries out. Oh, Regina is never this needy… but for you? Things change. “Good fucking girl,” She groans, “eat m’fucking pussy.” and you moan.
Regina dirty-talking is like water in a hot desert. Your hips are grinding against the edge of her bed, humping while you eat her out. Regina’s eyes roll back to your own, and she smirks—fucking bitch.
“Needy girl… getting off to eating cunt? Doesn’t even need me to touch her.” She grunts, humping your finger and mouth—she’s regaining control. “Just need to eat Mommy’s pussy and you’ll fucking cum?” She cooes, ever so softly—she’s mocking you and it’s infuriatingly sexy. You whine against her pussy and it only gets her closer, the vibrations.
You’re close too, Reggie’s delicious noises muffled by her plush thighs around your head—your own clit is pulsing.
You add another thick finger, and she’s screaming—thank fucking god her parents are out of town. “M’gonna fucking cum, baby. Holy fuck—” she sobs. “Gonna cum..” She hiccups, and her fingers are digging into your scalp.
You wince at the sting but you keep going, tongue lapping—fingers working faster, rubbing against her gummy wall with every thrust of your fingers.
It’s not new to you when she squirts, Regina’s a squirter. It’s odd to say, but not really when you’re the one able to lap it all up—drinking it up and letting her ride it out on your palm. Moving up her body with gentle kisses till you reach her mouth, she’s panting. Eyes screwed shut, she still kisses you back. Moaning at being able to taste herself on your tongue.
“Good girl.” You murmur, against her temple. She glares at you, it’s playful.
“That was.. good.” Her nose nudges into your cheek. “Like, annoyingly good.” She groans, kissing the apple of your cheek. Your face moves into her neck while you mumble out a little ‘yeah?’.
—
Your hips plow into hers from behind, watching your strap get swallowed by her greedy pussy. Regina’s telling you exactly how fast and how hard you should be going. Her hand on your tummy when you get too ahead of yourself, stopping you—denying you that pleasure before she gives you the green light.
Her face is buried in her silk pillow, meeting your thrusts with a sort of ease. Moaning when you hit a particularly good spot.
Her bedazzled flip phone buzzes beside her head incessantly and she groans. “Pick it up.” You say into her neck, still thrusting.
“Of course you’d be into that.” She raises a brow, picking up the phone. “Hello?” She huffs, it’s Karen—of course it’s fucking Karen.
You pick up speed, plowing into that part of her that makes her whine. She tries to stifle it, really—she does, but it slips out. She turns her head to glare at you angrily while she continues to talk with Karen.
“You okay, Reg? You don’t sound too hot!” Karen says innocently, Regina’s lip is tugged between teeth. Biting down hard enough to draw blood.
“Yeah, fuck… Jesus Christ, Karen. I’m fine.” She groans at the thrust but it’s perfectly timed to make it sound like she’s angry with Karen. “Look, I have to let you go. I’m gonna be late for my yoga class.” She hangs up before Karen can even finish her goodbye.
“Fuck, baby, you’re such a fucking pervert. Almost getting me caught on the phone? Mmh, baby, should’ve known you like that.” She groans into her pillow, meeting your heavy thrusts. She loves the sound of your skin slapping hers. She’s so close—it’d be the third orgasm and it’s only 11.
“You’re so fucking hot, Reggie.” You kiss her shoulder, hips pounding into hers. You’re biting and kissing at everything you can physically reach and whatever your mouth can’t your hands are groping at her.
It only gets her closer till she’s babbling nonsense and whining like a bitch in heat. “Okay, baby, y’close?” You murmur, two fingers pressing to her overstimulated clit and she flinches back—hips bucking. “Yeah, baby’s close.”
You keep it up, for a good minute until Regina’s whining—body going lax in relief, cunt clenching around your silicone-cock, spilling around it.
She stays there for a little, face down on the pillow. Cockwarming your strap-on, and breathing into it contently.
——
It’s been a… few hours, no more sex—just quiet kissing between episodes of the show you’re watching. “Hey, uh… this—this.. what are we?” You say between kisses, nose nudging hers. You feel Regina’s lips still against your own. Uh-oh. Bad sign. Too much, too quick. She’s gonna shut down.
She raises a brow. “What do you think we are?”
“Sworn-enemies who have sex?” You try to joke, swallowing down your nervousness. “I don’t… know.”
“I’m not out, like you are.” She says, lips moving into a thin straight line. “I don’t plan to be until I’m in college.”
“Oh,” You stare at her. “Okay.” You don’t know what else to say, it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest. What else did you think was gonna happen? This… was just convenient for Regina, fun.
“Okay.” She stares at you. “Um, are we okay?”
“There’s not really a ‘we’ is there?” You say, kind of snarky. And Regina’s brows furrow, surprised to see the sudden attitude.
“Excuse me?” She asks, genuinely confused.
“I’m not a toy, Reg—”
“I never said you were—”
“Jesus, let me fucking finish, will you?” You snap and she flinches. Nobody’s talked back to Regina George, Queen Bee. “I’m not a toy, Regina. I don’t fuck with casual, so if you don’t want this to be something more—tell me now.” You stare, swallowing—biting back an intense amount of tears.
“I can’t… answer that. Not right now, at least.”
“Fuck off with that shit, dude.” You get up, grabbing your boxers—the silly Batman ones Regina laughed at when she took them off—and putting them on, along with the rest of last night’s clothes.
“Baby, baby—c’mon.” Regina’s begging. Regina doesn’t beg. It makes you stutter to a stop. “Baby, please. Please, don’t leave.” She grabs your hand, eyes watering. “I just don’t… know, right now. I need some time. Is that okay? Please.” She kisses your cheek, repeatedly, cupping the neglected one.
You’re quiet, too quiet for her liking, but you lean into her. Fucking… blondes, so magnetic. Kissing her jaw, softly. You sigh. “Okay, okay…”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” You mumble, “don’t.. fuck this up, yeah?” You nudge your nose against her own, kissing her soft.
“Shuddup.” She kisses you back. “Get back in bed… we’ll figure this out when we’re not.. high on sex, yeah?”