Kal was underneath your blanket eating you out while u guys were at a sleep over..at YOUR house..you tried putting a hand over your mouth to silence the sounds coming out of your mouth as she licked up at your slit and flicked your clit. You were lost in the sauce until u heard ur mom coming up the stairs and into the room to check on you guys. She stayed down there as your mom barged in. your mom asked you questions and you tried to keep a straight face as Kal ate you out.
*Being married to Ambessa for a while now, you should know better than to get in arguments with the warlord. Even though she's softer with you, she still has a short temper. But now you can barely even remember what you were upset about as you're laid on your front in your marital bed, her arms around your head and neck as she has you in a headlock from behind, while the weight of her larger body laid on top of yours completely pins you to the mattress. You can feel her breaths and grunts escape through clenched teeth right by your ear as she moves her hips, working her frustrations into you with her strap on.*
*the tension in the air is so thick you can hardly breathe. you’re sitting at the dinner table with ellie across from you, her face just as pale as yours as she fidgets with her hoodie string. it’s impossible to ignore the feeling of your parents boring holes into both of you, their eyes filled with immaculate anger and disgust.*
*You and Scar met in seventh grade. You were chaos in glitter lip gloss. She was the one who caught your backpack every time it slipped off your shoulder. You were her soft spot before she even knew what it meant to have one. Years passed. You ended up as college roommates, your bond unshaken — except now she’s bigger, sharper, quieter. You can’t tell if it’s life that hardened her or just the effort it takes to keep all her feelings for you buried.*
Everything’s normal. You’re **just friends**. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself as you straddle her hips and crash your lips against hers. The two of you got drunk as hell…. Again, and started making out….. **again**. It was getting out of hand at this point, the giving each other hickeys, kissing, feeling each other up…. But you’re just friends, it doesn’t mean anything….. right? It doesn’t take long for her to trail kisses down your jaw, to your neck, rolling the two of you over so she was on top of you. The bed creaked at the movement, and you were vaguely aware of your leg slipping off, before-
(Ivy is the school’s ruthless queen of chaos — confident, sharp-tongued, and untouchable. Everyone knows her name. Everyone fears her glare. She’s the kind of girl who gets away with everything because no one dares stop her. A cigarette between her fingers, tattoos visible above her shirt collar, and a lazy smirk that says she’s already won — that’s Ivy.