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➺ 𝐚.𝐧 : so — again, I may have gotten carried away, maybe this is scattered all over the place…maybe not — I just dumped and specified and picked through a few old ideas I’ve had — Vanessa needs supremacy … just enjoy because I don’t know what to say !

“Do you really think the cop's gonna let you off the hook this time ?” Childhood best friend, Mike Schmidt, wearily queries, a twitch of what seems to be a teasing smile playing across his face. “She has told you multiple times to let her know when you’re going out.”

An exhale of irritation — more so a whine — drags out of your throat, mortification seeping throughout your body, evident on your face as the blood boils the flesh of your cheeks. It was embarrassing, how he had the full knowledge of what lay behind his words that pointed directly to a certain someone. That embarrassment only worsened as little Abby’s focus pulled away from the current game board you three had been participating in –the three currently sitting on a carpeted ground in a hallway during Mike’s working shift in the mall, ignoring and oblivious to the stares thrown your way as people walked past you guys– her cheerful voice chirping through, “Why ? What’s Vanessa going to do to you ? And besides, you always hang out with us, so it’s not like she’s gonna cuff or lock you up.”

Sweet, clueless, innocent Abby. Oh, how you wished to be her in this moment, unaware of the impurities of this world. It didn’t make it better when her brother’s smile widened, a rare sound of a laugh bubbling up his throat before jutting his chin up and down, “Yeah, Y/N. It’s not like she’s going to punish you.”

The firmness punctured in that very word earned him the sharpest glare you could muster, but he didn’t seem bothered whatsoever, simply sinking back into the wall behind him with his arms loosely folded across his chest.

“Shut. Up.” You hiss out, eyes occasionally straying to the phone hanging above Mike’s head, pondering whether or not you should finally pick up. Hoping that if they saw you focused on something, they’d stop asking or suggesting things you didn’t want to think about at the moment. But this was Mike, despite him coming off as quiet and ‘monotone’ around others, he, to put it bluntly, was a pain in the ass when it came to pushing your buttons just for the fun of it, and as for Abby, she was oblivious to the situation and to your slight discomfort regarding it.

Mike’s hazel irises glimmer in mirth, closing and a deep sigh follows, “Start saying your prayers for Y/N, Abbs. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to make it — better yet start saying your goodbyes, yea— ow!” The sudden feel of a game item hitting his temple disrupts his speech, thrown by none other than you.

“Shush, Schmidt. Otherwise a few things you wouldn’t like me to drop are going to be mentioned.” A tinge of concealed laughter leaves you, reaching for another game piece, your threatening gaze meeting his glower while he soothes the small sting near his brow.

“Hey ! If you’re gonna play, play properly ! And if you’re gonna have a conversation in front of me, have one that makes sense !” scolds Abby, big brown eyes forming in the mixture of both your stares, darting between the two of you. “Y/N, it’s your turn.”

Chuckling softly at her expression you do as told, not wanting to encourage anymore of Mike’s remarks or keep the poor girl in the dark. He seems to get the message, for he only sighs and silently agrees with you, taking his turn after you. A few active hours pass, Abby taking advantage of both her brother and your simulated confusion to the rules specified within this game, easily and very proudly taking her place as the winner and master of it.

Though you didn’t mind, because the sight of the little girl’s face glowing with such joy brought a sense of ease within you. You’re aware of the difficult journey they’d both been through, yet if you were to say, witnessing the small moments of her happiness made it all worthwhile.

And Mike, the one who had to endure through it all, known for his frequency of discomposure and restlessness, was having one of those distinct moments of tranquility, a sight of rarity indeed. But a clear sign that they were making significant progress, and that brought a surge of immense happiness for them both.

However Vanessa diversely…was not. Her happiness had perished, and the cause for it was none other than you. She’d made it comprehensible the day you chose to leave without mentioning it so. A sliver of ambition you held onto, wishing she took the past few days to simmer down.

Taking a quick glance towards the clock on the other side of the place, you decide it’s best to finally pick up the phone, inhaling a sharp breath of steadiness. “Mind if I check for any voice mails…or current calls?” You meekly ask Mike. This he briefly smiles at, palms planting over his knees before pushing himself up and stares at Abby.

“Alright Abbs, it’s time to start gathering your stuff.” A cute pout was quick to form, deep frown accentuating it as she whines in protest though he cuts her off before she can proceed. “ –If you listen, I promise to bring you again AND get you some ice cream. Only if you listen.”

Her mouth forms a cute ‘o’, wide eyes going between you and Mike. Her stare stayed on you for a bit longer, sending you the quiet yet loud message, “Is he being serious ?”

Shrugging, you grinned unsure of what he was planning but responded, “Listen and you’ll find out.”

With that she beams, shouting and “okay” while quickly, but very clumsily so, picks up after herself, and speeds to the near hallway where there’s the security room and a private restroom. Silence falls upon you both, a smirk on his face as he gives you a nod of approval to pick up the phone. “Don’t want her listening to whatever nonsense Vanessa left you.”

You throw him a false smile as he walks towards you, arms crossing over his chest but by the way his shoulders hunch and his neck cranes forward, you could tell he was anticipating to hear as much as you were about to. “Mike, get outta my business.”

He hums in response, “you’re using and costing me my job by letting your girl leave stuff on this thing that’s not even mine. The least I get is an ear in this, yeah?” He sends you one of his lopsided smiles and raised brow, a look you knew that if any other girl had witnessed such, they’d fall immediately for his words and stupidly adorable charisma. It may even work slightly on you in the adorable department, but for your sake you wouldn’t dare admit it.

Instead you only answer him with an eye roll and a few grumbled words under your breath as your finger punctures against the digits, ignoring his look of victory. You were met with a handful of messages by Officer Shelly, voice clear and audible for the both of you to hear. It is enough for Mike’s head to turn your way, brow hitched, “Well, I stand by what I said. Abby better start praying because you really are getting it this time.”

You scoff, picking up the phone and starting to dial her number, “I’m not getting anything this time. Vanessa just… she’s been busy and wants to talk, is all.”

He snorts, “Sure, Vanessa just wants to ‘talk’. Do those messages seem like she just wants to talk, Y/N ? Or are we not hearing the same thing — jeesh you both are gayer than I thought.” His smirk widens, staring at you from the corner of his eye. “Hope you limbered up.”

A frown draws upon your brows when you’re greeted by nothing but straight to voicemail, questioning if she was at home or not at this hour. Did she have a working shift going on right now ? Did this mean wishing you should’ve limbered up before you decide to head home wasn’t necessary because she wasn’t going to be there ? Now you’ll never admit it, but his words held truth about Vanessa, and that wish you thought wasn’t convenient suddenly increased as another message came in.

“Please be safe and don’t be out too late,” turned into “Y/N you said you’d answer right away but you’re not doing so,” and “Are you sure you want to take this route with me ? Because I don’t think you’re going to enjoy the outcome, now.” and “I’m not taking it easy with you. Hope you’re prepared for the consequences.”

This Mike holds back his laughter at, a rare sight of his teeth gleaming your way, watching how the chews on your lower lip become more aggressive and your chest heaves with each nervous breath.

You’d long forgotten of the beeper she’d gifted you with, a rapid fire of pings vibrating through it. The last message holds a curt tone, words short yet impactful, “expect me to be there in ten.”

Ten already terminated, and right when you two share a glance, a hard single knock meets the front door. You tear away from the phone, eyes practically bulging out while frantically looking around the mall, searching for a store that didn’t have the gates closed down. You’re not even certain what it is you’re looking for, maybe just an act of stalling before coming face to face with your lover.

But of course, Mike cuts your thoughts off, “don’t even think about it. It’s almost clothing time, and I gotta get my and Abby’s stuff gathered.” Letting out a groan, you reluctantly agree, “Can I at least say bye to Abby ? I need a little luck before I go.” He chuckles lightly while nodding knowing you just might need it, walking out of the hall. “Go ahead. I’ll be walking around to make sure everything’s good— ”

“ —Thanks, you’re the best!” hearing his small grumble, you’re quick to run off to Mike’s sort of office only to see her in what might seem a confusing mess of blankets and sweaters tangled together but was actually an effort of fort for Abby which she enjoyed making. She’s scribbling in a sketchpad you’d given her, pulling through her vivid imagination and creating colorful, wondrous and maybe even questionable images. But of course, she wasn’t anywhere near collecting her stuff seeing as her colors and snacks were scattered everywhere. “I thought you wanted ice cream ?” You question, head tilting against the doorframe.

The blue crayon in her hand comes to a halt, head lifting to stare at you. The sight of her eyes suddenly pooled with tears, causes you to become shocked and very concerned. “Abby what’s wrong, honey ?” You quickly walk over to her, crouching beside her and laying a palm over cheek. “I thought Vanessa wasn’t going to punish you !”

Your mouth hangs wide open, eyes nearly popping out of your eye sockets at her bursting wail. “W-what ?!” You blur out, trying to process what she meant. “I heard the message she left you ! The phone in here repeated a few of t-them. T-that you’re going to suffer the consequences—” her arms flew around your shoulders, legs clinging around you that it almost caused you to stumble down and bring the “fort” down as well — almost . The contact caught you off guard, hand slowly coming to rub her back in comfort while trying to find the right mind in whether to laugh hysterically, cry from the embarrassment, put it out there simple and truthful, or just stay silent for both your souls.

You decide to settle for comfort, however, rocking the oversized baby in your arms, “N-no, Abbs. It’s a misunderstanding — Vanessa is incapable of hurting me, you should know this!” Your cheek leans into her head, the brown locks ruffling against your skin as she presses even closer toward you. “It’s just…” you struggle to find the correct words, quick to add, “a game! We’re just playing a game, alright, no harm done there, yeah?”

She slowly pulls back, pondering while setting her chin between her fingers. “I guess not … but then again when we were playing, you did kinda harm Mike.” you chuckle knowing what she was referring to and rose a thin to stroke away her tear stained cheeks, “you know how me and your brother mess around, Abby. I’d never intentionally hurt him, y’know?” She shrugs but nods in agreement, nose scrunching as a few sniffles leave her. “ ‘s she coming?”

You nod, “she 's gonna to pick me up…I think. But uh, I came to say bye to you just to see you not ready! C’mon, big girl,” you stifle a grunt as you try picking her up while standing fully to your height, using your strength to playfully throw her on a tiny, very rusty couch, giggles erupting out of her chest before shooting out. “First I wanna see her though. Then I’ll get ready—”

“No, first get ready, then you’ll see her.” You retort, shooting her a pointed look. “Otherwise Mike won’t agree to your ice cream.” You peck the top of her head, smiling at her pout as she goes over to get her backpack and sweater. You make a halt in the middle of the doorway when she exclaims, “wait for me!”

As you wait outside, you try replaying the messages she’d left, trying to pinpoint the exact moment she began to…per say lose her shit. “Alright! Here I come!” You chuckle as Abby jumps out with her too large backpack, tiny hand enveloped in yours as she practically drags you through and out the room

Inhaling sharply, you mentally prepare yourself for what’s next. But to your surprise —along with confusion and maybe a little relief — she isn’t anywhere in sight, only seeing Mike standing near the main doors, fingers threading through his tangled locks. “She’s waiting outside. Says you better hurry up ‘fore she comes and takes you by law’s force.” His voice and what you pray his words tinge a jestfulness in them, but you’d been around long enough to identify his coltish behavior.

Abby, on the other hand, recalling the freshly previous events, clings onto your arm to which you yelp at, wide orbs turning into slits are thrown her brother’s way, “She’s not getting anywhere near Y/N/N if she’s gonna be mean.” Mike’s brows shoot up and he looks at you baffled but you only mouth the words, “i’ll explain later.”

You give her a hushed reassurance, one you try giving but failing to do so to yourself – pulling her along, unaware of the quiet argument suddenly sprouting between the two children for you’re too caught up. (Mike is considered a child in your book during moments like these with Abby) “Alright! Well then,” you feignly beam, absentmindedly encasing the siblings into a nerve-wrecking, shockingly tight hug, “have a good night! Actually do pray for me –” you mutter only for Mike’s ears, “And enjoy your ice cream tomorrow, ‘kay?” you smile down at the girl who sighs and nods, wrapping herself around you once more. “If you need saving, you know my number. Mike won’t hesitate in getting the cops on her.” You chuckle at her statement, ruffling her hair. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mike’s leg extends towards the automatically opening doors, palm slowly reaching out as well with the motion. Cautiously and so almost quietly, he turns it and right before he takes two full steps, he tosses you a ‘heads up’ and ‘good luck, because i know you’re going to be limping for the next few days…weeks, and if luck isn’t accompanying you, months’ glance, Abby distressfully stares between you and the soon-to-be-open door, gripping your hand, and you only consume the thickest, most painful gulp down your now parched throat. You all take a few steps in perfect synchronization, the night’s cool wind hitting your now very confused faces to why there's quite a few people huddled out a few inches in front of you, clear and loud whispers being heard.

“Why is she standing here ? She’s been here in the same spot since the morning –Is there a criminal inside?”

“It’s probably that cute security guard – seems fishy.”

“Think she’s waiting for her boyfriend ? Maybe…girl?”

“ Well someone has to tell her to go – the place is closed.”

“She’s a literate cop, idiot. She can leave if she wants to.”

“Why she kinda…”

“Don’t mind fuck with the law, Stacy.”

Mike’s scrunched up face from the security guard comment morphs into a grin, bringing his fist to his mouth as he coughs out a laugh. Abby only clings onto you while you make your way through, pulse escalating with every step.

And there she is, Vanessa Shelly, an eerie mystery fluctuating her atmosphere for inexplicable reasons you still had yet to discover, leaning against the passenger door of her vehicle under the sky’s darkness.

There’s a vague crease between her brows, a visible sigh heaving past her pretty pink lips as she inspects something blurred black that you can’t quite make out. Yet the sight of her makes your heartbeat quicken its pace, tongue subconsciously dragging across your lower lip. While you admit the past couple days had been nothing but great fun, you didn’t deny how much you really missed her.

“You missed me, huh? If you did, you could’ve stayed to prove it. Maybe answer my calls.” You already felt the words before they could even be spoken. You practically patently see them written upon her face as her head rolls up with a slight tilt.

‘Stunningly gorgeous’ is what you thought when laying eyes on Vanessa for the very first time, always lumbering when getting to look at her. The view you’re gifted with has your knees nearly buckling, the realization of how much you missed her more than you ever imagined rushing through you.

Her golden hair is in its occasional recede of a ponytail, and while she always sports that forsaken sexy uniform, this time’s different. What would be inappropriate for a cop — is a flash of smooth skin peeking from the dangerously low and unbuttoning of her usual dress shirt. And her tie, the very tie you use to pull her into a kiss, had been discarded from that pretty neck of hers and is now fisted in the palm of her hand. You have the perfect idea of why it’s there, and the notion alone has your stomach curling with a sensation.

The sudden flicker of her eyes makes their emerald color bolder, darker, vivid when she’s wordlessly glaring at you. You can feel it rolling off her in hazed waves.

‘I was still in the same state, same town, same location. It’s not like I dipped and left her literally. Get it together.” You remind yourself, try to convince yourself that you’re overthinking it, that it’s just a sweet, torturing hallucination of her still being upset.

But the single gesture of her forefinger rising and motioning for you to come her way while the fingers of her other hand, still wrapped around the black fabric, make a steady rhythm against the metal of her car, and a shiny black shoe taps over the concrete beneath her spoke otherwise. Crap.

You freeze, being pulled into a trance from the furious strike in her green orbs. You’re about to take a step forward but realize Abby’s still holding onto you and with that you retreat back, forgetting about the little girl’s slightly overprotective manner, and Vanessa could only grin.

A single view that makes a jolt pulse down between the center of your legs, your already damped panties moistening much more when her tongue lolls out of her mouth, the pink muscle she’s gifted with smoothly grazing along the gleaming surface of her teeth. Her gaze caresses your face — precious and perfect for her, meek but trying to uphold boldness — and slowly lingers down your body, undressing, stripping you bare in the middle of a crowd in front of a mall and a freaking 9 year old without any shame in her system.

The heat of her gaze simmers you when her chin snaps back up to meet your face again, grin stretching out a bit too wide for your likings. Predacious and so very thrilled while aiming straight at you.

A low whistle flies out of Mike’s lungs and Abby’s grip around you tightens impossibly more, snapping you back into reality. “Well you are most definitely,” You tear your eyes from Vanessa (you’ll soon regret it—) and snap them towards Mike, quickly shaking your head and warning him to not finish those words in front of Abby who’s currently now on the verge of tears and confronting a cop. He widens his eyes, mouth pursing and fakes a smile, “NOT in trouble. I hope you have a good time at home, friend.”

“Really, asshole?” Is what your expression yells as he tries pulling Abby away from you but she fights back, whining in protest. You stop her mid-tantrum however, sliding a hand over her flushed cheek and smile down at her, “it’s alright, Abbs. I’ll come by and see you tomorrow to prove that I’m alright, okay?”

She glares hard at you, her tears bringing those cute eyes’ shape even more while her chin props over your stomach. “Promise ?” You chuckle, smoothing down her bangs before keeping your palm there for a second, teasingly pressing down. “Promise.”

She releases you, retreating into Mike who throws you a look and taps you on the shoulder. “Call me.” He mouths, glancing at Vanessa and you can see the visible shiver shuttering his shoulders. “C‘mon Abby. Bye, Y/N, safe night.”

They turn the other way to leave, Mike saying a swift “hey” towards Vanessa while Abby’s in what may be a stare down going on between them, the older woman’s eyes holding mirth while the girl’s hold nothing but venom. She chuckled, turning back to look at you with a quirk marking her lips. The slow, measured taps her fingertips make didn’t stop the panic from rising as you get closer.

She pushes herself off the police car, much to the relief of the people who still hovers around.

She saunters your way, hips hugged in those black trousers and waist high from that black belt accentuating them in a way that leaves you senseless. Despite the minor height differences, her forehead nearly brushes yours, shining verdant irises capture your own broad ones and your breathing draws back. Thoughts vacate from your pretty head when her grin morphs into a smirk, slow and devious. Retribution. Reckoning. Punishment.

“Hi, Nessy!” The words choke out very hitch pitched and wonky. As if second nature, your hands automatically go to the front of her pants, fingers hooking onto the smooth buckle while inspecting the golden badge shining on her chest as if it’s the most interesting thing yet, as if you’ve never seen it before, meekly glancing up at her through the curtain of your lashes. But when your gaze falls back down to her badge, you notice something. It’s the pucker outlined from her light colored shirt, the visible plump and fullness of her breasts liberated from any under garment, hypnotizing you with every breath heaving them up from your bulging eyes and now salivating mouth.

Adorable. She thinks, content hum resonating through her body. And good. She should be worried.

“Y’know it’s against the law to be trespassing on public property when’s already closed,” she announces loud and firm, staring hard into your eyes before she brushes forward, chest caressing yours while tilting her chin up the way she always does when she’s in consequential, sexy cop mode that sends another jolt down your pants and continues speaking, “including loitering. Now I’m not much to pry on that law, but I will do much more than that if you continue staring into what doesn’t concern you.” her smirk turns into a tight line, eyes sweeping across each person. “Leave before you too get a punishment,” her hands encase your wrists as a mimic of handcuffs before releasing, “and not in the way this one’s about to get.”

Her low chuckle fans across your mouth at the small curse word leaving you, not sparing a care to those urgently walking past you both. “I’ve had a lot of time to think of what I was gonna do to you when you got back,” her fingers curl around the curve of your hips, tugging you in until they are against her own and her mouth hovers over yours to inhale the sharp breath you let out.

“I really hope the fun was worth it.” Her lush lips slip perfectly between yours with each word, slurred tone rumbling to your core.

Fuck.

“Vanessa, baby, it was only a few days, nothing major—” you weakly retort while being unable to stop your hands from sliding to her back, fingers pressing and dragging down the blue material of her shirt.

Raw heat radiates from you both, the combination of her fragrance and yours wafting, mingling around you in such an overwhelming way that nearly dries you deliriously, the scent far too much as she inches closer to your body. Seconds tick by faster yet the minutes seem to slow down as you let out puffs of air, the ability to breathe with her so close becoming so difficult.

Her brow quirks up, those green irises striking as if challenge, as if daring you to repeat yourself and for your sake, you don’t.

“A few days” is what the outlines of her mouth annunciate silently, repeating the words a few more times while glancing at the necklace accentuating your collarbones — wrestling with the thought of replacing it right there with the fabric of her tie and have you beg for forgiveness in the middle of the space — her grip on you tightens, painfully but oddly arousing leading to your forearms. You know you fucked up now with your statement as she sports a look that not only screams livid but offended.

Your ability to get out is pathetic, how could you when her delicious breath becomes yours, when everything within your system seemingly about to crash as your blood roared loudly in your ears?

You can tell by the sudden action of her switching positions with you, the back of your body now facing her car, pressing you firmly against its side. “only a few days?” She says aloud, her hand without the tie reaching behind her, the sound of a few clinks being heard as she tries shuffling for something. The look in her eyes becomes more deviant by the second, and their color somehow becomes darker when she cranes closer, the curve of your head pressing against the upper rim of her car and back slightly arching against it.

Her hand comes into view for a blur moment that you can’t make out when it dips into the waistband of your lower attire. “Vanessa,” you hiss out, a warning that made her grin widen. Your gaze is frantic around as a few people —employers— are going around you as they try and make their way out, no one questioning or daring to look at you for more than 2 seconds. To anyone else, it may look sweet, maybe two lovers are very comfortable with PDA. Anything but, Vanessa shifts closer, molding herself into you so that her touch snakes down, something tiny, cold and firm nearly close to being placed between your slick folds.

Glancing down, her brows slightly rise at the building mess between your legs, clinging to the skin of her fingers. Her grin never ceases, especially at the slight whine meeting her ear when her fingers stroke over, nestling the small bullet to your clit. Leaning her head back, she pulls away and takes a step. “You’re smart enough to remember your words now, hon.”

It’s a knowing threat and an anticipating promise all twined in one, locked with a soft kiss on your lips. With her finger hooking over the gold around your neck, she yanks it off, a few beads falling to the ground and your gasp follows the tiny sounds. “W-wha— Vanessa that was my favorite one—” Your yell is cut short when the dark fabric is sliding down your head and falling around your neck, tightening with the harsh tugs she gives.

“Quiet. You’re in no place to argue right now.” That sharp and authority voice is back, whines roll and rumble in your throat, eyes shutting for a moment as her lips stroke across yours. The second it’s just you two, it's fast and urgent how she moves against you, how sinfully wet it is as she laps up the lingering taste of your mouth, the strong and addicting flavor that is solely you as she slots you up, palming your ass closer.

Your head slants whenever she pulls away for a slight moment. Instantly coiling her fingers into your hair, her grip strong whenever she was overwhelmed by you, how there was nothing sweet or soft with this kiss but hard, overwhelming, claiming. When you suck in a sharp breath, she takes advantage in deepening the kiss; every stroke of her tongue was felt in every shiver erupting over your skin, in the inexplicable heaviness in your chest, the curling and tightening sensation below your navel as her fingers tightened around the base of your throat along with the tie, how her teeth sink hard into your lower lip in warning when your hands travel farther down, reminding you this isn’t for your pleasure. Not yet.

“A few days huh…” she sighs, the pads of her index fingers pressing behind your ears and thumbs resting over the soft structure of your jawline, stroking the skin there. Your upper lip slots between hers, the combination of both your saliva glazing over it as she suckles it, tasting, inhaling before her tongue dips into your mouth with a soft moan that makes you feel more than hear: “I love you.”

She breaks away when your arms start wrapping around her waist, thumb stroking over your glossy lip, “a few fucking days without you. Do you have any how hurt I was when you left me, Y/N?” She grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. She hums at the regret and bliss flashing your face when her hips pushed against yours.

Swallowing thickly, you feel blood rising up your neck, arousal dripping straight down your cunt. Her fingers pressing against your cheek gently, grinning widely. You didn’t move nor speak, simply waiting for what she did next. The sound of your heart drum filled your ears, tiny tremors racking your hands and legs.

She watches as your eyes flicker across her features, the desperation absorbing them as it hits you she’s planning to torture you in ways you couldn’t imagine yet. The longer you watch the glint in her eyes intensify and smirk spiral, the more anxious and wanting you become.

Sighing deeply at your amusing silence, her hand goes behind you, fingers tugging the door open as you’re gently pushed into the car. “You’re about to learn.” The words were too hushed yet you hear them clear, right before you feel the harsh vibrations on your clit. Brows high, lips ajar in the state of shock you catch a glimpse of her finger pressing over a tiny black remote in her hold as she walks in front of the car, the intensity between your legs increasing.

“S-sh—V-vanessa!” The drive to her house was a torturous blur because of how she kept bringing you to the edge, only to take your impending orgasm away over and over again while your hips jerk beneath the shaking sensations of the small toy. It didn’t help when her palm occasionally fell over your thigh, thumb straying and encircling painfully near your clothed core.

A sexual frenzy warped your mind, legs thrashing and heart stuttering hard against your ribcage, she continued teasing you with every stroke and pulse, Though with each passing moment, she seems unfazed by your sounds and movements while her gaze stayed fixated on the road ahead of her. It’d been maddening to crash, for her being a cop and all, yet it was more maddening with the way she plays with you, toying with your emotions. you feel a surge of frustration rising within you, a fire that threatens if you didn't do something about it. Everything she did and said was as a sharp dagger, cutting deep into your heart and making you ache with desire, orgasm dangled right before your eyes just for it to be painfully torn away.

She knows your body well, every twitch, every reaction, every rigid movement, how your jawline trembles with each fallen moan. “need a hand, doll?” She had reached over, stuffing two fingers within the built up puddle between your legs, slow, restraint, barely satisfying the ache you had there in the unfulfilled purpose of letting you come. You clenched, swallowing those long digits while before she abruptly pulls them out off your abused pussy, dragging out translucent strings of your oozed cum with it. It seeped on the material of the seat, a dark chuckle bellowed from deep within her throat,

“not yet.” is what she murmurs around the tips of her fingers while they smear and gloss her pink lips, tongue striding up your juices so sensually and fucking teasing it makes you whine all over again, longing to get out of this damn car when she pulls you by the tie and teases your mouth with her languid tongue in front of a red light.

Finally, fucking finally, you make it to the driveway, and she can’t help but smile at your glistening eyes, the rapid pants rising up your chest as she opens the door for you and tugs you out. “Nessy, baby, please forgive me— I love you so much and missed you and remember you told me to not—” she cuts you off with a low chuckle, head shaking as you cling to her while stopping in front of her car. “Vanessa, you told me to keep myself occupied and distracted so I can have some me time and—“ your voice tapers when the back of your knees meet the front of the vehicle. She glowers at you, a pout puckering that mouth of hers in a clear message for you to shrink back and not make this any worse.

She pushes you backward, hands looping around your inner thighs. “Keep them wide and open for me.” You have no other choice but to give into the command and your unsteady balance, back meeting the cool metal beneath you. your hands fly to land over the hood in support when the tip of her digits tap over your soaked panties, nudging the tiny object even closer than it’s been to your clit. A panic surges and twins your arousal however, head turning around you to see if anyone in the neighborhood is out.

“V-Vanessa,” you mutter out only for a hiss to seethe from between her teeth and raises a hand to the forgotten dark neckwear, tugging you forwards. “I’m not repeating myself, Y/N. I’ve had time to think when you left me.”

“Again, i didn’t leave you— shit!” She thumbs up the speed of the small sphere dilapidating your nub. Your whines, mewled and prolonged with each turn of the dial until you’re squirming, you’re slick dripping on the painted exterior. It earns a rumbustious laugh, one that makes her eyes crinkle slightly.

Vanessa watches as your head cants back, trying to keep yourself up with her elbows. Her bottom lip curls between your teeth, gnawing the flesh while eyeing the perfect view of your throat, falling lower. Your palms had rosed to clutch onto your breasts, hitching your shirt higher up and exposing the longing sight of your skin. And you feel her watching so you hoist yourself up to meet your gaze, however, they were focused on the exposure of your pussy, watching every squelch and drench it produces just for her.

She easily takes a few steps back, reaching for the keys to unlock the door and leaves you like that for a few selfish moments as she goes to do that first. She returns with a smile of warm pride at the sight of you; helpless and shamelessly pleading for more, legs trembling, hips hitching, knuckles draining their color at the tight hold your fingers had on your own flesh . Your eyes screw shut as it grows too intense for your delicate state, the tip of her index finger returning and pushing against the bead.

The corners of her mouth lifts when your face shreds into pathetic bliss, the sparks igniting in your stomach, the band barely seconds away from snapping. She’s entranced when you squirt completely over her car, not minding the mess you made across her lawful vehicle. She’d have fun cleaning it later, but right now she pulls you up by the tie, giving you a sloppy, wet kiss.

“Good girl,” she pants into your mouth, “inside. Now.”

She doesn’t ask nor state but demands. You slide off the hood, legs wobbly enough to almost fall on your knees from the aftermath of your orgasm sparking with each step you took. “B-but—”

she exhales, unfazed by your starting point when she tries guiding you to a steady stand, “Either in or now, love. You pick.”

with the every ounce of strength you have left, you manage to speed inside, jogging past the semi-tidy living room and the kitchen —taking note of the scattered paper reports and vanilla folders open—beside is a few snacks and a jar of cool water followed by an empty glass waiting to be poured in. The heavy steps meeting the wood of the floor has you resuming your rapid pace upstairs, knowing you’re in for what seems a torturous long night.

she stays quiet as she walks, listening to the quick thumps of your feet in the bedroom, smiling proudly. ‘Good girl,’ she thinks while deftly working on the buttons of her shirt, tugging it free from its idle tuck in her pants which are soon to be discarded but not before hooking off the familiar sight of shining cuffs from her belt. She shoves the door open and grins at the sight of you bare and sprawled on the bed, the only clothing laying on your skin was that black tie and it drives her insane. But without a single word, she presses on the little button in her hold, and the vibrations are back and overstimulate you over and over again.

She pads towards you, letting her sultry sounds guide her, let them remind her how they consumed her dreams and thoughts. She’d been restless when you were gone and now that you’re back where you belong, with her, it felt at ease. As if she could breathe again with you here. She finds a place for herself between your legs, rosy cheek resting against your inner thigh while smiling at the sight of your face. lips ajar, jaw slack, hair disheveled from sweat and writhe, crumbling right before her eyes. She missed her, missed the very sight of you coming undone for her.

But as her head dips down, she missed the sight of this; your tender, swollen lips glistening, muscles flexing and painted with juices flowing from that beautiful cunt, walls fluttering senselessly around nothing but the soft breaths she gifts you, twitching to feel more, the scent intoxicating and flooding her whole.

“You did leave me.” She accuses, trying not to show the effect, gripping your thighs as she pulls you closer and plants a small kiss over your flesh.

“Baby you gave me money—“

Your argument turns into a breathless shriek as the vibration returns and a hard smack meets your thigh, shooting you a pointed look. “I’d expect you to let me know when you go out. But instead you abandon me.” Her pretty pout caused you to whimper before your eyes trail behind her, hypnotized by the silhouette of her naked, curved figure. “so now you’re going to make up for it.”

You don’t have time to think or speak as soon as her tongue caresses into your folds. An audible slurp makes your body stiffen as her lips nudge over the buzzing button, watching as its silver color shimmer, reflecting the sparkling drops of your arousal. She suckles it clean, the tiny action from her lips make it roll down freeing your clit from it, leaving it open for her mouth to quickly latch onto.

“Fuck!—N-no, nessy please I need a minute!” Too much it is for you, trying to back away from a mouth so welcoming and overwhelming, and sloppy and all she’s been thinking about since you’ve left her. Yet her arms coil around your thighs firmly, never breaking eye contact as she slowly hoists them over her shoulders, preventing you from any chance of escape. “you owe me,” she murmurs, earning a whine in response. “need to taste, to punish, so fucking take it.”

Her fingers clutch you close, the flat of her tongue kneading through her slit up to her nub, fervent emerald hues daring you to look away. She was utterly ruthless, sending jolts of tormented pleasure through you, her ego growing with each mewl and cry.

She tastes your pussy again and again, taking time to savor what she’s been craving these past days. The pace was slow, torturous. It has you sobbing as narrowed waves of scorching sensations make you throb and ache, the weight of her arms keeping you in place. She shivers with excitement, because how could something so quintessential be hard to tame right now when she yearns for it?

“n-need a minute, Vane—” you rasp out, cunt pulsating ways you didn’t think it could and bring your hand down. The haste of her head shake has your swollen nub following along in her smirking mouth, her words vibrating through. “denying me what’s mine, taking my sources and now I’m supposed to not fucking savor this?” she says, forged hurt furrowing her brows and pouting her mouth before a vile laugh leaves her. “I don’t think so.”

Vanessa’s tongue skims to circle around your puffy clit before setting the bullet in once more. She chuckles at the tears kissing your waterline, drenching your lashes as they flutter down, curtaining the dilation of your pupils while whimpering out an ‘okay’. You know very well that everything expected to come was what you deserve. What you owe her from your leaving.

You back bows at the touch of her lips, fingers digging into the mattress at the glides of her wet muscle. The pulsing of your heart stops for a second, the riot of sensations she’s conjured up seemed unfathomable once her moans rumble through yours.

Your head falls back, mindlessly writhing and squirming with no sense of rhythm behind your movements. The sharp sensation in your stomach became addicting as her tongue gently traversed the contours of your folds, descending towards your entrance, soon lapping vigorously, dragging the tip up near the bullet. Without any hurry, sucking and licking as if it’s the sweetest thing in the world.

She’s drunk on the waves of your sex, praising with her tongue as you release once, twice, three, almost four times, fingertips rising to graze the already sensitive lips of your cunt.

The back of your thighs hoist over her collarbones as she pushes you up, closer to her mouth. "Look at me now.” She instructs twice once she feels your final orgasm approaching, and this time her fingers slip themselves in your sopping pussy, generously coating them with her spit and the slick she collected before slamming them back within your suffocating walls until you meet her fiending gaze. And there it was— the sharp burning pleasure and pain coiling and twisting deep within you, all of it unraveling with a saccharine moan, shocking you with its intensity.

She slowly sits up, lips glazed with your sweet arousal before she licks over their coating. "Good girl." She murmurs clear enough for you to hear as she pulls the little toy away. You don’t respond and she doesn’t expect you to, yet she knows you caught it once your hand strokes her blonde locks and hums. She simply waits and gives you a moment to try and catch your breath. To gather the little left of your energy and make do with it, because this? This was barely the beginning.

And the thought alone couldn’t wait any longer. The anticipation of.. using a recent toy ripples through her when she climbs off the bed and walks towards her dresser, reaching for it and runs finger along the length with a smile of glee. She then grabs the cuffs — unlocking their chains as your eyes come to view.

“W-where did you get that?” Your question stumbles when you see what’s being carefully slid up and nestled between your legs, already pushing yourself up and scooting back against the headboard. She didn’t respond, the proud smile hoisting the corners of her mouth and the spark in her orbs speak loud enough for your eyes to once again widen.

“Have you ever been handcuffed, now?”

“I- sexually or by law enforcement?” a laugh rumbles her chest, full breasts very lightly swaying by the motion. “Maybe both.” The weariness is nearly completely washed out of your system when she straddles you, her weight pinning you down while her tanned thighs locked around your sides. Hands planted over them, your tongue sweeps across your lip before biting it at the sight of what’s now between your legs, at how it leaned up and against your stomach, at what she’s been up to these past days; her very own strap. It was slick with enough lube already, the colors a deep violet hue, veins pulsing and streaming around the rather thick shaft.

The way it poked between her legs has you hypnotized, drooling even and this she takes advantage of, curling her fingers around your wrist and lifts it, closing a cuff around it. You snap your head up, moments before she takes your other wrist, the soft rattles echoing through your ears.

“Safe word, now?”

“Safe word, now?” The blow of her breath and ghost of her mouth muddles your mind, words shaky and aerated when responding; “10-2 for c-continue, 10-3 to s-stop.” Her smirk grows, lightly tapping your cheek. “Good girl.”

‘Good girl’ has its praising proclivity yet its kryptonic blemish sunk into it as you become puddy beneath her, whimpers increasing its octave when she nips the skin beneath your ear, “missed you,” she breathes out, “thought about you every day, every shift, every night…”

She hoists herself a bit more up, a leg being thrown over your shoulder while her fingers slide beneath the dark fabric, pulling you closer until you’re face to face with her pink pussy lips, arousal longing to gush among your salivating tongue. Prying up your hazy eyes in question, a rush of pride surges through her at you asking, giving her your submission. Bold green hues sparkle in approval, and that was all you needed before diving into her spilling sex.

You’re fueled with the breathy sounds she produces, the overwhelming aura and power she has hooked into you, the way her essence glistens your lips and fluids become the nectar you thirst and consume it with all your greed. The tip of your tongue nudges her pulsing clit, meekly licking, slowly evolving into bolder, savage strides with her guidance and relish in her coarse praises. Between “good fucking girl,” and “don’t get all soft on me now,” you heard, the rest blurred and drawn away with her pitched moans escalating into a screech and whines of “I’m close, d-don’t stop,”

Ovations were encased around her bundle of nerves when she started palming you deeper, fisting the neckline around you. “F-fuck!” Her sex glistens your mouth, drops gushing down your chin to your chest, becoming one with your skin. With the aftershocks still trembling through her, her thigh was brought down, smiling down at you. Your silence lumbers a concern through you, leading her fingers to lace around your neck gently, thumbs pushing your chin up. She catches a spasm of worry across your features, earnest eyes peering through your disheveled hair. “H-have you ever—”

“Well, y’know what they say,” she carries a gentle grin, the pads of her fingers digging into your skin, “practice makes perfect.” This, you can’t contain the moan of ecstasy, throat burning with each dipped swallow the now sore skin did under the scratchy, soaked-from-your-sweat material of her tie when another tug is elicited by her. She chuckles when your head dips over her breasts, sighing in overwhelm by the information she’s given you, illusions of her touching, fucking, playing with herself just for this made your need to touch her spiral, to entangle your hands in her hair, to litter her pretty skin in so many kisses, latch onto those puckered pink nipples crystaling under the heat of your gaze in this moment, wanting to make of for the lost of time.

You subconsciously act upon it, muscles of your arms clenching when the clink above you hits you with the resuming realization of being chained to the bed. “Fuck.” She giggles, pulling you to her mouth. “You’ll like it. I already do.”

Her lips drunken you, taming your doubts and worries as her hips elevate, dragging her soaking cunt down your coiling abdomen. Your mouth envelopes her upper lip, the brittleness of your moans hurling through her once her walls slowly start constricting over the tip, engulfing more bit by bit. It was odd, how when she did so, the pressure of the hardness on you buzzed against your cunt, adding onto your pathetic pleasure.

“You cannot come or move, y’hear me?” She pants out, thumbs pushing against the corners of your pouting mouth. She watches as your eyes grow beseechful and frustrated, wanting to argue. She only shakes your head, a warning streaking her face before she begins pacing herself, starting off slow and steady. Hips were moving along her set of mind, bucking whenever she felt you begging for more.

Having the upper hand, she relishes in the sight of her lover surrendering and utterly pathetic under her, shoulders tightening as you lift yourself to meet her movements. Your glossed eyes go from watching her every move intently to closing on their own as if it was too much for you to handle when she thrusts down. The feeling increased tenfold when her fingers pinch over your nipples, kneading the pebbles harshly while greeting your hips with another snap.

“Do you like it?”

A deep breath blew from your supple mouth, body quivering with ecstasy. The sparkles in your orbs glimmer, and as if in a trance, you nodded. Pupils twitching under her closed eyelids, you release a delicate shuddering gasp as you inhale. “Y-yes I do…” you whine, a shiver rippling up your spine. “I-I love it, but I-it hurts w-when you do t-tha—!” our whine conjures into a screech when her pinches narrow, a full on vibration striking your frail clit.

“Good girl, hon..” she whispers, eyes bright and full of merriment. Her face leans closer to yours, her breathing controlled, deep, and hot over your upper lip. Her grin had broadened to a nearly sinister level of joy. “I'll make it better for you, yeah? You’ll get used to it.” She speaks softly, grabbing ahold of your jaw in a firm grasp, yet her fingertips knead tenderly against the skin.

Your gaze flickered down to her breasts, reminiscing their very shape, the way each droplet of sweat painted down her ivory skin, somehow accentuating every detail of her curvaceous body. The moment of your staring was brief and subtle, yet to both of you it felt like a lifetime. Her hand, as if having a mind of its own, trails down your tummy, a mirthful smirk playing on her lips at sight of the new found muscles constricting under the scorching touch.

Searching your eyes for a moment, wanting the final approval for her to continue, if you’re truly certain you could handle more of what she’s about to give you .

And you fucking were. Gosh, you were and trusted her torturous and blissing actions. With every skim her fingers did across the flesh of your stomach, the way the brims of her teeth scrapes across your cheek, your mouth, down your nipples, it made the heat take over, a raging conflagration rising up within you until it spewed over.

Your mind becomes clouded and the pulsing between your legs nearly unbearable. Nonetheless, you didn’t dare to thrust yet, having an inkling that if you disobeyed her, she’d make sure you’d pay dearly and wouldn’t allow you climax whatsoever.

Whimpering deep in your chest, your fingers clench around the chains whenever the metal around your wrists bit your irritated skin with every movement as she sinks down on you. But you didn't care. You— and her— were desperate to be as close as can be. Her heaving breasts, her rolling hips, fingerpads pushing into your tender skin, body sliding into yours so whole, so complete you cannot tell where you stop and she begin.

You want to give more, want to implore her, whines and pleads pouring from your rasped throat as her walls devour your faux dick. As you devour each other kiss by kiss, touch by touch, thrust by thrust.

"You’re doing so good for me, y’know that?" Her voice is soft and low, leg coiling around your waist, every blissful tremble your body creates being swallowed by her curves. Her question draws out whimpers of ‘yes’s into her skin, forehead grazing her jawline as you try burrowing deeper into her, slick hips grounding full force onto yours.

“How ‘bout this, then?" Her lips brush against the shell of her ear, tenderly stroking the damp skin of your neck in hopes to ease your quivers. "if you keep being a good girl, I’ll let you move and come now..." her voice fills with sinful promise, patiently waiting for you to oblige.

Her tongue and teeth ravage yours as if it's the final thing she’ll ever do. Biting, lapping, kissing, exploring every nook and inch of your mouth until what's left of your mind hazes, until the air in your lungs is sucked and consumed by her. Until all you could do was feel and receive what she gives you. “M-move now.”

Finding the slightest of strength and confidence in herself, you grasp it, letting it bolden your actions as your teeth encase around her lower lip. Moaning, she squeezes around your neck—loving how the black her tie coils around her knuckles, how you feel under her palms, how she recognizes your deep gulps and swallows while pressing herbdigits down the middle of your throat just a little bit more, not too much yet not too faint, wanting to notice and experience each flex and moan you’ve form— growing desperate to pull you closer.

Yet it is impossible, seeing and feeling how clasped and tangled you are. Still, the effort drawled a soft, pleading moan from your chest. The plea of want— or need to fulfill her desires, to be the only one who could ever fulfill them. It has your bonded wrists twitching and tugging with blissed anticipation, and she feels every wave of desperation roll off you.

You waste no time in levitating your hips up to meet hers halfway, the tremors of such forceful impact crumbling her to the bone. "Fuck, y/n!" Her mouth tore from yours as every feeling she’s ever experienced wells her stomach all at once again and again, pushing her to her climax twice.

"Am I being a good girl for you?" You ask through her third, just as breathless as she is. The softness of your words make her smile, soon whining at your shallow thrust. There was eagerness in your voice; to hear and absorb, to be at service of every pure wish and filthy desire as if it was your soul purpose. To let her approval and praise ignite the actions you body fuels just for that very purpose.

So she feeds that eager pleasure: "You're doing better than good, baby,” she gasps, breasts arching into you. "So, so good—" Hope sparks your gaze, motivating you with punctured thrusts, groaning as soon as she dives back into your mouth. Into you, the wild and endless incandescence between your flaring bodies.

Dazed, captivated by the reek of sex and your juices, the essence of it branding her skin and shriveled sheets. Her needs and desires sink into the deep depths of her venereal oceans, begging to be combined with hers.

She feels the urge to persist and remind you, “who’re you being good for?”

“Y-you.”

Satisfied with your answer, she begins to increase your pace and returns to her firmness.

“Who's making you this pathetic?”

“Y-you!”

Deeper, she bucks into you, body winding and hips grinding much swifter than before, in return hearing your earnest apologies and love for her.

“Who's gonna make you come now, huh?”

“You, Vanessa, just you, baby! Please, let me—”

Your whines are cut short as her hands fly to tangle in your hair, each individual strand wrapping around her fingertips and knuckles until she’s tied you in ways that felt so fucking perfect and overwhelming all in one tug and whisper: “Come.”

Hitching one leg higher up your side, you waste no time in ravaging her until you feel your climax peaking, your frame shaking out of your own control. Nearly out of breath, hysterical trying to find rhythm in your movements from such an intense high after being edged for so long, from trying to focus on pleasing her.

"Good girl..." she praises while her sore hips rock against your bruised ones, the band churning in her abdomen twisting to its end over and over as your mouth clamps around her nipple.

"Doing so, so good..." while she leans down to kiss you, "Doing so fucking good, my girl..." while you moan around her, hoisting yourself against her over and over again until her mind and soul daze through everything, gathering your fullness and with one final wave, washing over you both.

Her gentle praises fill your ears, soft kisses covering your flushed cheeks. Her finger pads faintly stroke across the rapid rise and fall from the swell of your breasts, a clear shiver heaving through you as their warmth skid over your shoulders and tired forearms.

“My good girl,” she croons, taking in a sharp breath before removing herself from you. “You did very well for me, sweetie.” You hum in response, completely forgetting the burning ache of your wrists until she frees you from the cuffs.

The second you did, you wasted no time in pulling her face in your hands, pecking her lips repeatedly. “I think I’m leaving more often.” You grin at the little laugh that meets your lips.

Her fingers curl around the skin of your wrists, delicately soothing the sensitive skin there. Her eyes trail to them, the imprints from the bondages leaving hollow textured bracelets bejeweled with bruises around the flesh. The sight made her lips purse at how more was to come, and how those markings might become a bit more…darker.

The phone ringing from downstairs made her get up, dropping a firm kiss on your mouth, a trail of them being led across your jawline, “I’ll be back. you’re not getting out of bed.”

“Then hurry up so we can go to sleep,” you yawn out, limbs stretching to find some alleviation from the soreness. You feel the curve of a smile against your throat, excitement being shievered through her.

“You have days to make up to me.” Her smile and pointed, curious eyes is what you’re met with when you tear away from her with a look of bewilderment. “That was just…a small warm up, I guess you can say.”

“W-what? Warm up? W-what do you mean warm up?” Ignoring the concern in your question, she gets up and strides out the bedroom. “Imma go get snacks.”

Poking her head in from the doorway, she throws you a punctured expression with a cunning smirk that had your stomach tighten, a small thought that if you’d been born with it, the shaft would’ve been poking proud and tall against your stomach. “Believe me, you’re going to need the snack…”

Gaze flickering down to it, her smirk widens. “I’m sure I'll get mine.”

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