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xo-alie-xo · 3 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 ──── 𝘓𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Leighton decides to go to a party with her roommates after coming out to them, and decides to test her luck with a girl by the bar.

Content: Leighton Murray x gn!reader, fingering, thigh riding, alcohol, Leighton def kept her heels on

Word Count: 1.9k

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Leighton Murray nervously adjusted her dress as she entered the lively frat party with her roommates, the pulsating music and laughter echoing through the air. Being a closeted lesbian in college had its challenges, but tonight, Leighton decided to step out of her comfort zone. She had just come out to her roommates, and the energy in the room was contagious. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could find a connection that would make her college experience a little less complicated.

As she navigated through the crowd, Leighton spotted a figure standing near the makeshift bar, seemingly observing the chaotic dance floor. Y/N, with a welcoming smile, caught Leighton's eye. Y/N's presence was magnetic, and Leighton felt a flutter in her chest.

Leighton took a deep breath, determined to embrace the spontaneity of the night. She approached Y/N with a false confident smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hey, I'm Leighton," she greeted, grabbing a cup while trying to sound casual despite her nerves.

Y/N turned to face her, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared connection. "Hey, Leighton. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, I'd offer you a drink but you don't look like the type of girl to drink shitty liquor." they replied, a grin playing on their lips as their eyes travel down Leighton's body.

"Can't be too picky in college. Although I do prefer Glenfarclas, I'll take what I can get." Leighton replied with a matching grin, widening it as she watched the look of confusion on Y/N's face.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between the two. Leighton discovered that Y/N loved indie music and had a passion for photography. As they laughed and chatted, Leighton couldn't help but feel a growing connection with Y/N.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere became more electric, and the decision to venture onto the dance floor was inevitable. Y/N, sensing Leighton's hesitation, gently took her hand, pulling her into the pulsating crowd. The colorful lights illuminated their faces as they danced, the music creating a rhythmic backdrop to their growing connection.

In the midst of the chaos, Leighton found solace in the shared laughter and subtle touches. Y/N's hand in hers felt comforting, and the chemistry between them became undeniable. Leighton realized that this unexpected connection was a breath of fresh air, a chance to be herself without the weight of secrecy.

But then came the looks, the amount of men staring at them, it made Leighton's skin crawl.

Leighton pulled them away from the dance floor, seeking a quieter spot to catch her breath. Leighton's heart raced as she looked into Y/N's eyes, feeling a magnetic pull. Y/N, smiling at Leighton's vulnerability, reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Leighton hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like the world around them disappeared, leaving only the two of them in that quiet corner of the frat party. For Leighton, it was a liberating moment, a step towards embracing her true self.

Y/N smiled, their eyes reflecting understanding and acceptance. "I'm glad I met you tonight, Leighton," they whispered.

Leighton and Y/N, lost in the magnetic pull between them, continued their passionate kiss. The sounds of the party faded into the background as they embraced the warmth and intensity of the moment. Y/N's hands grasped Leighton's waist, their fingertips tracing the contour of her skin.

Leighton's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The taste of Y/N's lips was intoxicating, and she found herself surrendering to the euphoria of the connection they were building. Y/N's other hand found its way to the small of Leighton's back, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together in an electrifying dance.

The world around them seemed to disappear as they explored the depth of their desire. Leighton's hands rested on Y/N's shoulders, fingers lightly running through the strands of their hair. The air between them crackled with newfound energy, and the quiet corner they had found became an intimate sanctuary.

As they broke the kiss, Leighton's breath caught, and her eyes locked onto Y/N's. A shared understanding passed between them — a recognition of something special unfolding. Y/N's gaze held a mix of tenderness and desire, encouraging Leighton to let go of the inhibitions that had held her back.

Y/N's fingers traced gentle patterns along Leighton's spine, sending shivers down her body.

"You wanna head back to my dorm?" Leighton asked with a sly smile, Y/Ns face matching hers as they nodded.

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The night air was crisp as Leighton and Y/N left the vibrant energy of the frat party behind. They walked hand in hand across the campus, the quietness providing a welcome contrast to the lively chaos they had just experienced. The journey to Leighton's dorm was filled with shared laughter and stolen glances, the connection between them growing stronger with each step.

Upon reaching Leighton's dorm, the anticipation hung in the air. The soft glow of the hallway lights illuminated their faces as Leighton fumbled with her keys, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She unlocks her dorm door with a giggle, her mood slightly affected by the alcohol she drank previously. She turned to Y/N, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.

Y/N's hand cupped Leighton's cheek, their touch sending a comforting wave through her. "Thank you for tonight," Y/N whispered, their breath hot against Leighton's face.

Leighton smiled, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her gaze. "No, thank you," she replied, feeling a warmth spreading within her.

As they entered Leighton's dorm, the door clicking shut behind them, the atmosphere changed. The space became an intimate cocoon where the outside world ceased to matter. Leighton turned to face Y/N, their eyes meeting in silent agreement. In that moment, the unspoken connection reached a new level of intimacy.

Without a word, Y/N gently tilted Leighton's chin upward, their lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss. It was a continuation of the magnetic energy that had drawn them together throughout the night. Leighton's heart raced as the kiss deepened, the warmth and reassurance of Y/N's touch melting away any lingering reservations.

Y/N pulled Leighton's body backward, dropping to sit on the couch without breaking the kiss with Leighton.

They broke the kiss, a shared smile passing between them. The air was charged with anticipation as Y/N whispered, "Is this okay?", bringing their hands up to tug gently on Leighton's dress.

their bodies were already responding to each other's touch, and Leighton nodded as she leaned closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Their tongues tangled together hungrily, exploring each other's mouths as if they had been waiting for this moment forever. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, caressing and groping with equal intensity. Leighton's dress came off first, revealing her thick thighs and breasts, her nipples erect from the cold weather. Y/N followed suit, pulling off their clothing to match Leighton's naked body.

Y/N pulled Leighton down onto their lap, her straddling one of Y/N's thighs. She kisses them gently, leading her kisses down Y/Ns neck as she grinds her wet folds against their thigh.

Y/N holds onto Leighton's hips tightly, their nails digging into her skin. Leighton reached between them, her fingers finding Y/N's sensitive spot and massaging it vigorously. "That feels so good," Y/N moaned, their voice hoarse with desire as they helped Leighton reach her orgasm on their thigh.

"I know," Leighton panted back, her breath hot against Y/N's neck. "Tell me you want more."

"I do... I need more Leight," Y/N confessed, their hips bucking wildly, Leighton pushing a finger inside of Y/N. The couch creaked under their combined weight as they rode each other harder and faster, sweat covering both of their bodies in a sticky film.

Their breasts hit against each other's, nipples rubbing against nipples in sync with their rhythmic movements. Their moans muffled against each other's necks and shoulders, echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. Leighton's fingers continued to tease Y/N's G-spot relentlessly, pushing them closer to releasing.

Y/N's hands grabbed onto Leighton's ass, squeezing them firmly before slapping them lightly. The stinging followed by the coolness of the air on her bare bottom made Leighton moan even louder, getting closer as she kissed and bit Y/Ns neck.

Leighton's own orgasm was building rapidly, her humping Y/N's thigh hastily. "I'm... I'm close," she whimpered, her voice strained with pleasure.

"Me too," Y/N panted back, their hips picking up the pace, helping Leighton ride them and Leighton's fingers going deeper inside of Y/N. The combined sounds of their heavy breathing and moans reverberated throughout the room, creating a sensual symphony that heightened their arousal even further.

With their hips buckling one more time, Y/N cried out, their body tensing up as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over them. Their climax seemed to last forever, their body shaking as Leighton helped her ride out the high. When it finally subsided, both girls were panting heavily, their bodies covered in sweat and fluids.

Collapsing onto the couch, they stayed intertwined for several minutes, catching their breath and savoring the post-coital bliss. Their hearts were racing wildly in sync, their breathing gradually returning to normal.

Leighton's dorm room felt like a haven of intimacy as she and Y/N laid there, their fingers entwined. The soft glow of a lamp cast a warm light across the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. With unspoken understanding, Leighton gestured towards her room, an invitation in her eyes.

"Would you like to stay?" Leighton asked, her voice a gentle whisper that hung in the air.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on their lips. "I'd love to."

They moved towards the bedroom, the tension in the room shifting from the excitement of the night to a quieter, more tender energy. Leighton opened the door and sat on her bed, pulling back the covers, to reveal the inviting space where their connection would deepen.

As they settled into the bed, Leighton couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Y/N mirrored her emotions, their eyes locked in a shared moment of vulnerability. The unspoken understanding between them was a comforting presence, allowing Leighton to be herself without the weight of pretense.

Y/N lay down beside Leighton, the soft comforter enveloping them. The warmth of the room and the lingering connection from the night created a sense of serenity. Leighton turned towards Y/N, their eyes meeting in the dim light.

Without a word, they leaned in, sharing a gentle kiss that conveyed a depth of emotion words couldn't capture. It was a tender acknowledgment of the connection they had discovered, and a promise of the intimacy that would unfold as they navigated this newfound chapter together.

As they settled into each other's arms, the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing and the quiet whispers of the night. Leighton closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't known before. Y/N's presence beside her brought comfort and acceptance, creating a safe space where Leighton could let go of the walls she had built around her heart.

In the embrace of the bed, they fell asleep quickly with their limbs entwined. The night became a canvas for a shared journey, a journey that went beyond the confines of a college dorm room. As sleep embraced them, Leighton and Y/N found solace in each other's arms, the promise of a new day and a deeper connection awaiting them when the morning sun kissed the horizon.

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xo-alie-xo · 3 months

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𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 (𝗪𝗟𝗪) ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Regina and Y/N were friends as kids, and it became something more. That scared Regina, so she pushed her away and Y/N moved towns. What happens when she returns to Evanston?

Content: Renee Rapp Regina George x Neutral!Reader, cunnilingus, fingering, angst, internal homophobia, slight homophobia from Regina

Word Count: 3.2k

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The halls of North Shore High School buzzed with excitement as the first day of the new school year unfolded. Among the sea of students, a figure moved gracefully, navigating the unfamiliar terrain with a mix of confidence and curiosity. Y/N, the newest addition to North Shore, was no stranger to adapting to new environments. However, this time felt different, as memories from the past resurfaced, intertwined with the anticipation of what lay ahead.

Regina George, the reigning queen bee of North Shore High, had made her mark long before the first bell rang. With her signature blonde hair, flawless fashion sense, and a magnetic presence that commanded attention, Regina was a force to be reckoned with. Little did the student body know that hidden beneath the polished exterior was a shared history between Regina and Y/N – a history that stretched back to their childhood.

Y/N had been Regina's best friend, confidante, and partner in mischief during their formative years. But as life often unfolds, circumstances pulled them apart, leading Y/N to move away. The separation left an indelible mark on both their lives, leaving Y/N with a void that no new friendship could fill.

Returning to their hometown for the final year of high school, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and trepidation. The thought of encountering Regina again stirred emotions long dormant. Would Regina remember their past, or had time eroded those shared memories?

As Y/N approached her locker, the familiar scent of Regina's perfume wafted through the air, triggering a flood of memories. Glancing around, Y/N's eyes landed on the unmistakable figure of Regina George. The queen bee was surrounded by her loyal minions, each vying for her attention.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N summoned the courage to approach Regina, their eyes locking in a moment of recognition. Regina's gaze flickered with a hint of surprise, and for a fleeting second, a softness replaced the usual steely demeanor. The unspoken connection between them lingered, a silent acknowledgment of a shared history that refused to be forgotten.

Little did they know that the reunion marked the beginning of a journey filled with rediscovery, friendship, and the possibility of a love that transcended the boundaries of time and high school hierarchies. The stage was set, and North Shore High School would bear witness to a love story that defied expectations and ignited the flames of passion between Regina George and Y/N.

The first day of school unfolded with a mix of routine and anticipation. Y/N found their way to the classroom listed on their schedule, taking a seat in the back, away from the prying eyes of curious classmates. As the minutes ticked away, the room filled with the hum of conversation, punctuated by occasional laughter.

Regina George, the undisputed queen of North Shore, entered the classroom with an air of confidence that demanded attention. Her eyes scanned the room, and when they met Y/N's, a flicker of recognition crossed Regina's face. The queen bee's lips curved into a subtle smile, an acknowledgment of the shared history that lingered between them.

Throughout the class, Regina's eyes occasionally wandered in Y/N's direction, their gaze meeting in fleeting moments that spoke volumes. As the bell signaled the end of the period, Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the significance of those exchanged glances.

As the days passed, Y/N navigated the complex social dynamics of high school. The hallways were a battleground of cliques and alliances, each vying for a coveted spot on the social hierarchy. Yet, Y/N found unexpected solace in the company of Janis Ian and Damien Leigh, a pair of misfits who thrived on embracing their uniqueness.

Janis, with her vibrant hair and bold fashion choices, exuded a rebellious spirit that drew Y/N in. Damien, on the other hand, was a beacon of positivity and humor, his infectious laughter echoing through the hallways. Together, they formed an unlikely trio that defied the norms of high school cliques.

During lunch, Y/N found a seat at the same table as Janis and Damien, the trio forming a tight-knit circle of camaraderie. Regina's eyes followed the scene from across the cafeteria, a subtle curiosity sparking within her.

It wasn't long before Regina, flanked by her loyal minions, approached the table. The air crackled with tension as the two worlds collided – Regina George, the queen bee, and Y/N, the newcomer finding solace in an unconventional friendship.

Regina's gaze lingered on Y/N, her eyes betraying a mixture of intrigue and possessiveness. Janis and Damien exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the unspoken tension that hung in the air. The encounter marked the beginning of a delicate dance between past and present, friendship and rivalry.

The air seemed to thicken as Regina's piercing gaze met Y/N's, and with a subtle nod, she signaled towards the nearby bathroom.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Regina's voice cut through the ambient noise, her expression a mix of vulnerability and determination.

Caught off guard, Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. Together, they slipped into the bathroom, the door closing behind them, muffling the sounds of the bustling hallway.

The tension in the small space was palpable as Regina searched for the right words. "I... I've been thinking a lot about us, about the past," Regina admitted, her usually confident demeanor faltering. "I can't shake the feeling that there's something between us, something unfinished."

Y/N studied Regina's face, the vulnerability evident in her eyes. Memories of their childhood friendship flooded back, and Y/N couldn't deny the magnetic pull that still existed between them.

Regina continued, "I know we haven't talked in years, but seeing you again brings back a lot of memories. I know I reacted badly, but I didn't expect you to up and leave town."

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling within. "Regina, a lot has changed since we were kids. Life happened, and we went our separate ways. But I can't deny the connection we had, and maybe there's room for us to rebuild something, maybe even something more than friends."

Regina backed up as a student came in, her face morphing into something unrecognizable to Y/N. "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not a lesbo, why are you so obsessed with me?" She scoffs, rushing out of the bathroom away from Y/N.

As Y/N left the bathroom, the weight of the conversation hung in the air. The journey of rediscovery had begun, and Y/N couldn't ignore the stirring of emotions that Regina's presence evoked.

following their bathroom conversation, Y/N attempted to navigate the delicate balance between the past and the present. Despite Regina's initial vulnerability, an unspoken tension lingered beneath the surface. Regina, the queen bee of North Shore, couldn't escape the fear that revealing her true self would jeopardize the carefully constructed image she had built.

As whispers and rumors circulated through the halls, Regina's insecurities intensified. The fear of being exposed as a lesbian, in a world that thrived on conformity, weighed heavily on her shoulders. In an attempt to shield herself from the judgment and potential backlash, Regina withdrew into the safety of her familiar role – the mean girl who ruled with an iron fist.

Y/N, sensing Regina's internal struggle, found themselves on the receiving end of Regina's newfound hostility. Regina's cutting remarks and cold demeanor seemed like a defense mechanism, a shield erected to protect herself from the scrutiny of others. The pain of Regina's words cut deep, leaving Y/N confused and hurt.

One day, after enduring another round of Regina's harsh words, Y/N decided to confront her. They cornered Regina in a more secluded area of the school, away from prying eyes and judgmental gazes.

"Why are you doing this, Regina?" Y/N asked, their voice a mix of frustration and concern. "You wanted to start over, and now you're bashing me all over school? I didn't do anything other than care about you."

Regina's gaze flickered with a combination of fear and defiance. "I can't let people find out, Y/N. I can't let them see the real me. If they knew, everything I've built would crumble."

Y/N sighed, understanding the weight of Regina's struggle. "Regina, you don't have to hide who you are. I get that it's scary, but pushing people away won't protect you. It's okay to be yourself, and I'll stand by you if you let me."

Regina's walls began to crack, her tough exterior faltering. The vulnerability Y/N had glimpsed in the bathroom resurfaced, and Regina's eyes betrayed the fear of being seen for who she truly was.

In the days that followed, Regina found herself wrestling with the conflicting emotions that accompanied the prospect of embracing her authentic self. The fear of judgment and rejection warred against the desire for connection and acceptance. Y/N, undeterred by Regina's initial resistance, continued to extend a hand of understanding and support.

One day, after a particularly intense encounter in the hallway, Regina hesitated before approaching Y/N. The echoes of their shared past and the sincerity in Y/N's eyes weighed on her conscience. Regina took a deep breath, steeling herself for a momentous decision.

"Y/N, I... I've been thinking," Regina began, her usual confident demeanor wavering. "Maybe I need to give us a chance. A real chance."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and hope. "Gina, I would really like that. But are you sure?"

Regina nodded, a newfound determination in her gaze. " Let's do something different, something outside the walls of this school where everyone knows us. Let's go on a date."

Y/N's face lit up with a smile. "A date? Like, a real date?"

Regina chuckled, the tension of the moment breaking. "Yes, a real date. Outside of North Shore, where we can just be ourselves without the judgmental eyes of this place."

The decision to go on a date marked a significant step for both Y/N and Regina. They decided on a weekend getaway, a trip to a nearby town where they could escape the confines of high school gossip and expectations. The excitement and nervous anticipation hung in the air as they made plans for their adventure.

On the chosen day, Y/N and Regina met outside the school gates, a sense of liberation accompanying them as they embarked on their journey. The drive was filled with laughter, shared past stories, and a sense of connection that transcended the roles they had played in the rigid social structure of North Shore.

As they explored the quaint town, Y/N and Regina discovered hidden gems, shared moments of vulnerability, and found comfort in the authenticity of their connection. The date became a pivotal chapter in their evolving story, a testament to the resilience of love that dared to defy expectations.

As Regina let go of her fears, the walls she had built around herself began to crumble. The journey toward self-acceptance was far from over, but in the company of Y/N, Regina discovered the strength to face the unknown with courage and authenticity. The out-of-town date became a turning point for Regina.

The sun dipped below the horizon as Regina and Y/N explored the charming town that promised a respite from the familiar halls of North Shore High. Their laughter echoed through the streets as they explored quaint shops, enjoyed a leisurely dinner at a cozy restaurant, and strolled hand in hand along cobblestone streets, Regina letting go of Y/Ns hand to check her phone every time someone walked by.

As the evening unfolded, Regina suggested checking into a small bed and breakfast-hotel that exuded charm and character. The quaint building, adorned with ivy-covered walls and warmly lit windows, welcomed them as they stepped inside.

The hotel's lobby, with its plush furniture and a crackling fireplace, created an inviting atmosphere. Regina approached the front desk to check them in, while Y/N took in the surroundings with a content smile.

"We have a reservation for George," Regina informed the receptionist.

The receptionist, a friendly woman with a warm smile, found their reservation and handed them a key card. "Room 203, enjoy your stay."

As Regina and Y/N made their way to the room, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Opening the door to their cozy haven for the weekend, they were met with soft lighting, a comfortable bed adorned with plush pillows, and a picturesque view of the town.

Regina turned to Y/N, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, here we are. Our own little getaway."

Y/N grinned in response. "It's perfect, Gina. I'm proud of you for being here with me."

Regina reached for Y/N's hand, their fingers intertwining. "No, thank you, for helping me face what I've been avoiding for so long."

The hotel room became a haven where the walls of pretense crumbled further. The air was charged with the shared history of Regina and Y/N, and yet, it felt like the beginning of something entirely new.

As the night unfolded, they shared stories, dreams, and whispered confessions. The weight of Regina's fears began to lift, replaced by the warmth of Y/N's presence. It was a night of vulnerability and connection, an intimate exploration of the depths of their emotions. Regina suggests watching a movie, turning on 'legally blonde', making Y/N roll her eyes in silence.

The moon cast a soft glow through the window as Regina and Y/N found solace in each other's arms. The hotel room, a sanctuary away from the judgments of the outside world, became a space where they could be unapologetically themselves.

As the film progressed, they found themselves getting closer on the crowded bed, their legs entwined and bodies pressed against each other.

The night had loosened them up enough that neither could resist the growing desire between them. Their lips met hungrily, tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouths as their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies.

Y/N's fingers traced slowly downwards, stopping just short of Regina's clothed entrance. "Are you sure about this?" they asked, their voice trembling with excitement mixed with uncertainty.

"I want it," Regina whispered back, her breathing heavy with desire. Regina and Y/N quickly discard their clothes, as if emboldened by her admission, Y/N slid one finger inside her pussy, causing Regina to gasp and squirm in delight. They continued to tease her sensitive spot, building up the anticipation as Y/N pushed another finger inside her, curling their fingers to massage her insides rhythmically.

Meanwhile, Y/N's own pussy throbbed with need, dripping juices onto the sheets below them. Regina reached between their legs, teasing their clit and rubbing it vigorously, moaning loudly as she did so. Their hips arched upward into each other's touch, begging for more.

Regina leaned down, her lips brushing against Y/N's neck before trailing along their shoulder blade and finally reaching their breast. She sucked on the nipple hungrily, moaning in delight as she felt it grow harder in her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the sensitive flesh, teasing and torturing it mercilessly.

Y/N arched their back, moaning loudly as Regina's skilled ministrations sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body. They gripped tightly onto the sheets beneath them, their nails digging into the fabric as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.

Y/N's body tensed up, their orgasm building rapidly. "I'm... I'm close," they panted, their voice cracking with need. In response, Regina sucked harder on Y/Ns right nipple, her tongue swirling around it in circles faster than before.

"Cum for me, baby," she moaned, her words laced with lust. Her fingers dug deeper into Y/N, hitting their sweet spot and curling her fingers. This final touch was enough to push Y/N over the edge; they cried out loudly as their entire body convulsed in ecstasy. Their pussy throbbed violently against Regina's fingers, releasing shakily as Regina helps her ride out her high.

Regina kissed Y/N eagerly, groaning in satisfaction as she felt herself nearing her own climax. She continued to suck on Y/N's breasts as they fingered her. Y/N laid Regina down, trailing kisses down her body as they got to her pussy.

They kissed her clit teasingly, Regina grasping Y/Ns hair tightly to guide her to where she needs her most.

Their tongue darted out tentatively, tracing along Regina's inner thigh before brushing against her wet entrance. "You taste delicious," Y/N murmured approvingly, their fingers teasing her clit and massaging her swollen labia.

Regina moaned softly, arching her back into the sensation. Her body trembled slightly as Y/N's tongue delved deeper into her wetness, circling her clitoris delicately. Their tongue flicked at her opening, teasing and taunting her sensitive flesh until she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please... I need more!" Regina begged, her voice thick with desire. Without further hesitation, Y/N slid their tongue inside her pussy, lapping up every drop of her juices like a starving animal. Their hand moved down to her ass, massaging and kneading it roughly, adding an extra layer of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations.

Regina's orgasm finally crashed over her like waves crashing onto a beach, and she cried out in pure ecstasy. Her body convulsed violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her sensitive flesh. Her pussy clenched tightly, Y/N helping her ride out the high as they left light kisses on her thigh.

When the intensity subsided, both girls lay panting heavily, their bodies still pressed together. Their hearts raced wildly in sync, their breaths matching each other's rhythm. They kissed passionately again, their tongues tangling together in a messy dance of post-coital bliss. "That was... incredible," Regina managed to gasp out between labored breaths.

As they nestled into the warmth of each other's presence, the weight of Regina's fears and the tension of their shared history seemed to dissipate. The air was filled with a sense of peace, a quiet understanding that spoke volumes without the need for words.

Regina turned to Y/N, her gaze softening as she traced the contours of Y/N's face with her eyes. Y/N met Regina's gaze, their connection deepening in the hushed intimacy of the room.

With a tender smile, Regina whispered, "Thank you, Y/N, for being here with me, and for giving us a chance."

Y/N returned the smile, their fingers gently intertwining. "I'm glad we're here, Regina. It feels like I never left."

In the quietude of the night, they drifted into a tranquil slumber, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence. The rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths synchronized, creating a harmony that echoed the unspoken promises of the future.

As sleep claimed them, the hotel room became a sanctuary where the complexities of high school drama, societal expectations, and the weight of past mistakes faded away. In the simplicity of shared dreams, Regina and Y/N discovered a profound sense of peace, knowing that they were no longer navigating the uncertainties alone.

The moon continued to cast its soft glow, a silent witness to the beginning of a journey that transcended the confines of North Shore High and the expectations of the world outside. Wrapped in the embrace of slumber, Regina and Y/N found solace in the serenity of the moment, ready to face whatever challenges the dawn might bring.

But would Regina really change? Would Y/N just get hurt when they return to school? Who knows.

(I do! Let me know if you guys want a part 2!!)

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