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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Better Girlfriends

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Summary: A truth or dare game with drunk friends might be just what you needed to prove to your longtime crush Wanda Maximoff that you can be a much better girlfriend.

Warnings: (+18), explicit language, cursing, public, lot of drinking, sexual themes, friends to lovers, mutual pining, a lot of teasing and jokes, with consensual cheating (?); fingering, lap sitting, kissing, college au. || Words: 5.216k

A/N: I finally managed to bring my contribution to stories inspired by the song "Boyfriend" by Dove. Forgive any mistakes, I'm not sorry for anything.

All Works Masterlist || AO3

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College parties are supposed to be more fun than high school ones, but you were completely bored.

Your friends had disappeared, each one involved in one activity - or person - and the music was terrible. You also had no intention of admitting that the persistent frown on your face and the growing impatience in your chest had any connection with the pair dancing a few feet away.

Deciding that you finally had enough, you returned your drink - sugared with soda and things you'd rather not ask about - to one of the tables and made your way to the exit among the crowd of people in the Romanoff Residence.

Unlucky for you, the owner of the house - also coincidentally your best friend - bumps into you at the door.

"Where are you going, dorogoya?" Natasha questions with a raised eyebrow, and you giggle.

"Home."

"What? It's so early." She comments approaching, and she is clearly drunk, by the way, her pupils are dark, and her eyes tired.

"Where's your boyfriend?" You ignore her comment with some curiosity, looking around to see if you see Bucky anywhere, but no sign of him. "I told him to take care of you."

"He left." She retorted and chuckled, biting her lips. "He got jealous."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really? What did you do?"

Nat laughed, shrugging. "He dared me! He said I wouldn't have the guts to kiss anyone in front of him."

"And of course, you proved him wrong." You retorted with a chuckle. "Tasha, I thought you liked Bucky."

"I do!" She defended herself. "I like being right too."

You laughed again, shaking your head incredulously.

"But it's really early, Y/N. Why are you leaving?"

"No reason, I just had a tiring week." You reply, but Nat doesn't buy it. Mostly because she catches your inability to not look at the dance floor for a moment, and as you follow her gaze, where the couple was laughing together, she sighs.

"This is exactly why you need a party, you know?" Nat says trying to attract your attention. "To take your mind off of exams and work! You know what you should do? Get laid."

You laughed, putting your hands in your pockets. "Hard pass. All the cool people are either my friends or taken."

"That never stopped anyone before, not even you, kitten." Nat returns making you roll your eyes with amusement. "But I know you prefer something more intimate, so let's narrow down your options."

You frowned in confusion, but Nat was grabbing your forearm and pulling you away from the door, more towards the party. Before you could ask, she was approaching your closest friends, and whispering in their ears about the basement of the house.

In less than fifteen minutes, you found yourself being dragged downstairs, a much smaller group of young adults joining you all for the bottle game.

You honestly loved your friends. You quickly cheered up when you saw Sam covered in glitter, Steve with his entire t-shirt filled with motivational phrases that were ironic about him becoming captain of the soccer team recently, or Tony trying to hide that he had just knocked over all of Melina's Russian silverware that Nat had left in the basement to avoid the drunks at the party (clearly unsuccessfully).

In addition, Kate and Yelena - both freshmen - were also there, talking to each other, and you made a mental note about asking Nat how things were between the two of them before moving to take up one of the spots on the couches and armchairs that the boys were dragging into the center of the room.

"Y/N, I hadn't seen you yet!" It was the deep voice of Thor, who had spent the entire party outside, and really hadn't said hello to you all night. You rose from your seat only to accept the blond's tight hug, lifting you a few inches in the air and eliciting a few giggles, before returning to your seat.

Everyone quickly took their seats, and you were optimistic about finally having some fun when your gaze met the last pair coming down the basement stairs.

Wanda was the most amazing girl you had ever met. She was sweet, had a wonderful sense of humor (ironic, sometimes dry but never cruel), and was brilliant. You had known her since high school - like the Romanoffs - and you were really blessed that you all ended up at New York University.

The little trick in the story was that you realized you were completely in love with her a few months ago. Maybe it happened in an instant, from the second she bumped into you between literature and math class in the first year, the shy, apologetic smile on her face, and you fell for it. Or maybe it was the years of friendship, the late-night conversations, the inside jokes, or the movie evenings brushing your hands when reaching for the popcorn.

Either way, there you were. Completely in love, and having to watch her date a guy who certainly didn't deserve her.

Vision was two years older, and part of Bruce Banner's biology class - who was Tony's best friend, and introduced everyone to him - and was a complete idiot, in your humble opinion. Full of himself, two-faced, and proud. What a girl like Wanda saw in him you would never understand.

They had been dating for some time, in fact, exactly one day before you realized that you were in love with her.

Your plan was to declare yourself, buy some flowers, maybe make a double meaning joke that and if she laughed, you would admit it. It all blew up when Wanda told you and Nat that Vision had asked her out on a date. Your hesitation was immediately noticed by Natasha, but not by Wanda, whose cheeks were still red with shyness from the interaction. You had to swallow the lump in your throat and force a smile, saying you were happy for her.

"I thought you left without saying goodbye." The brunette commented with an almost warning tone as she reached you in the center of the room, but she was smiling.

"I was." You retort with a short chuckle, receiving a confused look from her. Vision was greeting the others behind her, and you relax against the armchair, before commenting, "But you seemed busy enough."

Wanda let out a clumsy laugh, "What?"

But before you could torment her further, Vision was grabbing her forearm so that she sat next to him on the opposite couch, and you were more than happy that Thor was rushing everyone for the game to begin.

With everyone seated, Tony stood and made a fake speech expression, placing one hand on an imaginary tie around his neck and the other holding the bottle that you all would use to play.

"Dear friends, we have gathered here today for another legendary bottle game produced solely to cause discord among our circle of friendships since this one was formed." Tony spoke between chuckles, and when he was done, everyone clapped excitedly. "As usual, the last loser of the last dare does the honors." Guided the young man, and the group let out excited exclamations when an almost embarrassed Clint Barton leaned over to spin the bottle.

"That challenge wasn't fair, everybody knows that." Clint loudly defended himself but the whole group just laughed. Tony, as he sat down, sneered that Clint was a bad loser. Which was not a smart thing to do, because it was precisely on Stark that the bottle stopped. "Ah, this is going to be interesting."

Tony didn't hesitate. "Of course it will, I'm extremely funny."

You were among those who rolled their eyes with amusement, chuckling at Tony's overconfidence.

"Truth or Dare, Stark? "Clint asked.

"Who do you think you're talking to? Dare, obviously."

Clint laughed, shaking his head. He thought for a moment, then said, "Send a sext to the last person you asked a question to."

Tony frowned, then let out a brief laugh. "You saw me ask Barnes about the practice schedule. Well played, Barton, well played."

The group let out excited exclamations as Clint laughed, leaning over to grab a beer. Tony picked up his cell phone and quickly typed until he raised the device in the air and showed everyone the conversation.

Tony: The new uniform values your ass. If Romanoff doesn't squeeze it, I will.

Barnes: ????

Barnes: Are you drunk?

Barnes: but thanks I think

The group burst into laughter, even Tony chuckled although he was complaining that things would be awkward forever in the locker room after that.

Things didn't get any easier after Tony's challenge. Your friends were known to take these challenges to alarming levels - like Kate and Clint, both part of the archery team, who had already been dared to use the bow and arrow a few parties before - or the time Steve was dared to open Tony's car without the key and was almost caught by the University security guard.

Throughout the night, Nat was challenged to call a pizza place and speak only in Russian, Clint had to tell - in detail - about his most disastrous sexual experience, Steve had to moan for thirty seconds in Stark's ear, and Yelena had to kiss Kate.

The first kiss of the evening certainly traumatized Natasha - who complained about not wanting to see her younger sister hooking up with anyone - and certainly made the mood of the game more sexual. Or maybe Steve's challenge did, you couldn't tell.

Your turn finally came when Kate - who was just as flushed red as Yelena, though she didn't had the same smirk on her face as the blonde - spun the bottle.

"Dare, Bishop. And be nice, remember I'm still your boss." You warned before she even asked, pinning about being the supervisor of the lab where you did your internship together. Kate joined the group in the laughter, although she seemed a bit uncertain about whether you were joking or not.

"O-okay... How about, the person you get out in the bottle spends the rest of the game on your lap?"

The group whistled and you chuckled awkwardly but nodded in agreement before moving to spin the bottle.

The small object stopped at Wanda and you wanted to take a picture of her boyfriend's disgusted expression to the universe defining the brunette would have to get up off his lap to sit on yours.

"Come on, Maximoff, rules are rules!" Tony sped up enthusiastically, and you wanted to grin at Vision's expression, but you were busier adjusting yourself on the couch so that Wanda would be comfortable on top of you. She looked at you for only half a second, giving you a shy little smile before sitting back down your hips.

You would have kept your hands steady on the couch, unsure where to touch her, but Wanda groped her way around the cushions until she intertwined your fingers together and brought your hands to her waist, making you embrace her.

Totally platonic.

"Getting quite comfortable, I see." Nat teased, drawing giggles from the group, but you were more concerned about the feel of Wanda on top of you. Her ass fitted against your hips, the friction when she leaned over to turn the bottle-

Clearing your throat, you attempted to focus on the game and to try not to look like a complete mess for the rest of the evening.

The bottle stopped at the Vision, and to Tony's displeasure, Wanda returned to the round of questions.

"When did you know you were in love with me?"

Suddenly the game was no longer funny to you. Your fingers tightened gently around her, but you kept your expression neutral as your friends gave a chorus of "owwt" and Vision wriggled in his seat half awkwardly.

"Damn, baby, you caught me off guard. You know I'm not good with these things." He mumbled clumsily, eliciting a few short giggles.

Wanda didn't laugh. "Okay, tell me one thing you like about me then."

Vis chuckled. "There are two things I love about you, if you know what I mean..."

Most of the group only laughed because they were drunk, but you felt Wanda tense up on top of you, even though she forced a smile.

"Is that it?" She insisted, causing Vision to give a lopsided laugh.

"Come on honey, it's not your turn anymore, let's continue the game."

Whatever the hell that was, it made Wanda go quiet for many rounds. Everyone was getting considerably drunker throughout the evening - except for you, who were trying to lessen Wanda's annoyance by stroking your hands together or making jokes in her ear, and the brunette herself, who wasn't drinking.

By the time Yelena and Kate had slipped into the closet after the seven-minute challenge - and one of them had locked the door from the inside - and Nat was out of the game talking on the phone with Bucky to try to save her relationship, the game was turning into a confessionary.

Tony had just told about how he disastrously had early ejaculation upon seeing Pepper in lingerie for the first time when with the pause of laughter, a very drunk Sam remarked:

"Girls can't relate to that. Especially Y/N, this damn womanizer."

The boys laughed, but you only frowned in confusion, a clumsy chuckle escaping you. "I'm sorry, what?"

Sam laughed again, making a funny face. "Come on, Y/N, don't be modest!" He returned. "Everyone knew about you and Quinn."

"Oh, yes! The twelve-times thing! Was that really real?" Steve asked in a mixture of surprise and excitement, and all you could do was shrink back in your seat in embarrassment.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably, frowning as she questioned the group, "What are you guys talking about?"

"What? Are you telling me that your friend didn't tell you about this?" Sam questioned incredulously. "The whole campus only talked about it for two whole weeks."

"Exactly! I'm pretty sure it was one of the kids from Gotham who graffitied 'Avengers tell twelve lies' on the bleachers." Tony commented receiving a chorus of agreement from his friends. You mumbled embarrassedly to yourself, and Wanda gave a confused laugh insisting that she had no idea what they were talking about.

"Jesus, Maximoff, it's the best story of the year!" Wilson retorted excitedly. He returned the now empty beer bottle to the table and straightened up to start telling. "You know the folks at Gotham University, yes? And about them being rivals of the Avengers, our lovely team, for at least five generations?"

"Yes." Wanda agreed quickly.

"Well, we had the finals last month, and the victory party was for both universities." Sam continued, already smiling in her direction. "And someone had more fun than others."

"God, I hate you guys." You grumbled embarrassedly, using Wanda's back to hide your face from the group, who just laughed as Sam continued the story.

"Do you know the captain of the Gotham cheerleading squad? She's a blonde girl, blue eyes." Sam asked Wanda, who quickly confirmed. "Well, you must have also seen her dedicate a lot of dances to her boyfriend, the captain of the football team, right? I think he dyed his hair green in a prank last year."

"I haven't met him, but I've seen him around the games." Wanda clarifies. Steve and Tony are betting on who drinks the fastest, and they're not even listening to the story anymore. Sam seems willing to embarrass you.

"Well, everyone knows they're a couple, not least because the public displays have always been pretty euphoric." Sam laughed. "The King and Queen of Gotham. Almost separated by the event called 'Twelve Times'.

"Jesus, are you bragging about that again, Y/N?" It was Nat who interrupted the story in a teasing tone, making you sigh loudly and the group laugh. Wanda only continued to be completely confused as the redhead returned to her seat to continue the game.

"I knew you bragged!" Sam joined in the teasing, and you loosened one of your hands from Wanda's to raise your middle finger at him.

"It's a funny story and all, but of course, it's just a story." Vision declared to the group, causing an immediate silence. He wasn't intimidated, "That's not even physically possible."

The girls who knew the story chuckled incredulously at his words. You commented, "Nice way to admit to everyone that you don't know how to satisfy a girl."

The group laughed out loud - as Wanda tensed up on top of you - and although you turned slightly red, Vision didn't hesitate, "Come on, Y/N, everyone knows it's a lie. Why don't you just admit it and stop trying to lower the guys' self-esteem?"

You let out a dry laugh, and realizing that you were a second away from starting a fight, Nat intervened:

"I don't think she's lying." Declared the redhead drawing attention to herself. "In fact, it's a great opportunity for Y/N to prove how it's done."

Nat was confident that this was the best idea of the year, and the group seemed to have followed her logic because even Vis gestured with a "Be my guest" in her direction. And thinking that wasn't enough, Nat raised a finger in the air.

"Since it was my turn to play, here's my challenge: "Nat began in the same tone of voice as all the games that ended in complete disaster. "I dare Y/N to succeed in making a girl cum within the next twelve minutes. And, because Vis is so sure that this is a tough task, and called you a liar to your face, I think it's only fair that you do it to Wanda."

You stood absolutely in shock for at least a whole moment, while the entire room exploded in laughter and provocative comments. Wanda looked at her boyfriend, but Vision only rolled his eyes, perhaps too drunk to care.

"Twelve minutes, as if." The boy scoffed, and some of the other guys agreed, but Nat didn't lose her nerve.

"So you're making a challenge on top of my challenge? You can't back out now, boy." Natasha scoffed, and the group agreed in unison.

"Yeah? Like I said, be my guest!" Vis retorted proudly, and the group whistled.

Vis grimaced, "What's wrong with you guys? I'm not doing this with everyone watching!"

Vis immediately laughed - understanding your refusal as a victory - and the group let out disgruntled sighs. Tony insisted:

"Come on, Y/N! If you don't, you'll prove him right!"

"I don't give a fuck what he thinks!" You retorted, and as your irritation grew at the sight of Vision's victorious expression, Thor moved to reach for one of the blankets stored in the back of the basement and tossed it into Wanda's lap, ending the discussion by warning:

"Here's the solution. No one will actually see it, but we'll definitely know if Wanda is enjoying it. Vis always says how vocal she gets in the bedroom."

The group laughed again, and Vis ignored his girlfriend's angry expression - clearly annoyed that he was sharing such things with his friends - to shrug cockily, turning his bottle of beer into his mouth.

You sighed impatiently, ready to say you weren't going to participate in any more stupid games when Wanda turned her face in your direction. "I'm in if you are."

Oh.

Jesus.

Fucking.

Christ.

"A-are you're serious?" You returned in shock, and the girl just nodded, smiling at you.

"Come on we don't have all night!" Tony cut in loudly, the words slurred out completely.

Wanda got off your lap only to take the seat next to you, and throw the comforter over your lower bodies. You felt your whole face burn - probably as red as hers - and you settled down next to her on the couch, your hands sweating under the fabric.

"Well, so, what are you waiting for?" Nat commented, and you swallowed dryly, turning your head to Wanda who was breathing out of rhythm without you even having done anything.

With a short smile, you brought your face closer to hers, only to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, "Relax, Wands. It's just a game."

She nodded, choking softly when your hand moved and your fingers brushed her thigh. Tony commented "Tick-Tack" making the group laugh, but you weren't even paying attention to the other people anymore.

Moving up your fingers, you did not take your eyes from hers, the irises darkening as you approached your target.

A soft sigh escaped Wanda's lips as your fingers found the fabric of her panties beneath her skirt. You bit your lips, fighting the urge to kiss her as you began to tease.

"Hey, keep telling Wanda about the story!" Steve suddenly recalled, and you can only imagine that for your friends - who weren't feeling the touches or seeing anything really - watching the two of you wasn't all that interesting. You had forgotten them for a moment.

Nat giggled a little, and you had the impression that she wasn't even looking at you anymore. "Ah, Wanda was a funny thing. Y/N apparently was the only person in the whole school who had no idea that Harley had a boyfriend." Nat started again, but you don't think Wanda was even listening, the growing wetness in the fabric of her panties against your fingers. "So she took the girl home and went AWOL all night. When the party was over, Harley forgot that her best friend's cell phone was plugged into the party Bluetooth to the music as she narrated how Y/N L/N made her cum twelve times upstairs."

The group laughs, but Wanda frowns at you, tensing up for a moment as she whispered: "You fucked another girl?"

"All night." You retorted low, and the girl locked her jaw, looking away. Almost... Like jealousy.

What if?

Pushing the fabric of her panties aside, you sank a finger into her without warning, sliding it in easily, and Wanda choked, closing her eyes and shuddering against the couch, a low curse escaping her lips completely muffled by the sounds of all your friends getting excited about another round of challenges.

You imagined their drunken state would take the attention away from you two soon enough, but you weren't thinking about it, all you could feel was your heart pounding in your ears at the feel of Wanda's soaked walls on your fingerprints.

Moving slowly, you removed your finger to tease her clit with gentle circles until Wanda was dripping, her breathing quickening as she bit her lips hard to muffle any sound.

You brought your mouth to the height of her ear, your fingers sinking as deep as you could in that position as you whispered, "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your boyfriend is watching."

A noise escaped Wanda's throat and attracted everyone's attention, but instead of stopping, you increased the speed of your movements, causing her to start spasming against you.

"I think the show is about to end folks." Wilson mocked aloud, but you were continuing your thrusts inside Wanda, sighing at the sensation of the walls of her pussy twitching in your fingers.

"I can tell you things I like about you besides your tits, Wanda." You gasped low against her ear, feeling it throbbing in your hand. "The way you laugh. The way you intensely love, care about your friends. Your weird dreams, the way you frown when you're focused, how you eat your cereals, the cute nose scrunch you do and-"

"Fuck!" Wanda interrupted your declarations with a gasping exclamation, cumming against your fingers, her back arching slightly and her nails digging into the couch.

The group celebrated, laughing loudly as you watched her with adoration, and she tried to normalize her breathing.

Vision stood up abruptly, throwing the beer bottle against the table, which broke and tossed drink at everyone, "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" He shouted shocking the whole group with his aggressiveness. "Five fucking minutes! I already took a whole fucking night without getting it, and you come with her in five minutes! What the fuck is your problem?"

Wanda's eyes filled with tears, and you moved your fingers away at her touch on your wrist. Vision stormed angrily out of the room, and the girl went right after him with trembling legs up the stairs.

"That was awkward." Natasha commented aloud trying to ease the tension, with some success because everyone was too drunk to care, and stood up with two empty bottles. "Well, I guess it's time to call it a night. Y/N, I never doubted you, but go wash your hand to help me clean the house. And if any of you are kind enough to get my sister and her girlfriend out of the closet, I would be very grateful for the unearned trauma."

The group dissolved quickly with the end of the game, and you were still a bit out of sync with everything that had happened for many long minutes.

After using the basement sink, and helping the Nats kick the drunk adults out of the house by the end of the party, you decided to go home. You needed to think, and you couldn't do that with the boys trying - and failing because of their drinking - to gather all the bottles and cans in the house at high speed.

To your surprise, you found Wanda sitting on the entrance wall of the Residence, her eyes glued to her cell phone.

Only when you got close enough did you realize that she was sniffling softly.

"Wands?"

The girl startled slightly and wiped her face before looking back at you. "Hey."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

You don't believe it one bit, all since you could see the dried tear marks on her face and the new ones that had formed and wanted to come out.

"Where's your ride?"

She let out a whiny laugh, shrugging her shoulders. "Vision won't be my ride anymore."

"I'm sorry." You sighed, but she swallowed dryly, shaking her head.

"It's okay, I... I needed a push." She clarified.

"For what?"

"To build up the courage. To leave him."

"Oh, okay." You muttered half uncertainly, trying to hide the feeling of happiness from your face.

Wanda shifted her weight between her feet. "I was thinking… can you ride me?"

You raised your eyebrow in amazement, and Wanda quickly corrected herself with very red cheeks "I meant give me a ride! H-home! I... sorry."

You laughed softly, moving closer as you pulled your keys out of your pocket. "It's okay Sokovian girl, I always understand what you're trying to tell me."

"Not always." She retorts too low so you don't hear it.

Despite everything that has happened, the way to your house is very peaceful. Which is probably because of the intimacy you have with Wanda - who insists that you take her to your place, because Erik would kill her if she came home at that hour smelling of booze - and you didn't mind.

Wanda already knew the place, she often visited with the other girls, and you were more than happy to welcome her.

"If you want something to eat or drink, you know where it is." You comment throwing the keys on the counter. "I'll get some clean clothes for you."

Wanda busied herself with taking off her shoes but followed you upstairs to your room. As you searched for a set of pajamas for her, the girl let her curious gaze run around the countless photographs -many of which she was present - that you had of your friends on the nightstands and bookshelves.

You returned with an oversized shirt and shorts, and Wanda blushed at your fingers rubbing together as she accepted the outfit, but did her best to disguise it.

"You can use the shower first." You spoke up. "I think I'll get us something to eat."

"O-okay."

She ran to the bathroom faster than you left the room.

And while you were preparing a snack for yourselves - definitely not thinking about the feeling of Wanda on your fingers - the girl was in the shower. Definitely not thinking about having your fingers deep inside her.

Okay, suddenly ice water might have been a better idea.

A few minutes later, Wanda finally stepped out of the shower, wearing your clothes, with the fresh smell of soap and her hair loose and damp, and you almost knocked over the tray of food.

Swallowing dryly, you hurried to return the smile she gave you and put the food on the little table in your room.

"I'm not really hungry, I think I'll go to bed." The brunette declared, and you hesitated before nodding.

Without question, she didn't leave the room as you imagined, but rather, went straight to your bed, where she lay back comfortably.

"I suppose I'll sleep in the living room then." You joked, but Wanda frowned.

"What? No, you'll sleep here."

"W-with you?"

"Why not?" She retorted lightheartedly, and you giggled awkwardly, thinking she was teasing you. Seeing your hesitation, Wanda raised her face in a challenge, "You brought her here?"

"Who?" you asked confused.

"You know who."

"Voldemort?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes with amusement. "You're such a dork." She retorted with a sigh, moving to grab a pillow and throw it in your direction.

You gripped the item with ease, a short smile on your lips. "Yeah, but you love me."

"I do." She retorted immediately, in the same tone, and you felt your heart miss two beats in a row. Clearing your throat softly, you squeezed the pillow in your fingers.

She swallowed dryly, without breaking eye contact.

"What?" you asked breathlessly about the staring contest you two had engaged in. She hesitated and then:

"I can be a better girlfriend than her."

With an affected laugh, you nodded. "And I can be a better boyfriend than him."

Wanda's eyes darken, and she swallows dry again.

"Then why are we wasting time?"

You smiled, throwing the pillow on the floor and moving closer to the bed as you said, "I have no idea." before kneeling on the mattress and meeting Wanda halfway.

Her hands grip your shoulders, pulling you against her as your mouths joined in a passionate kiss, drawing wet sighs from both of you.

Kissing until the air was needed, trying to pour out all the hidden feelings at once, you parted, your foreheads together as you stood on top of Wanda.

"I think you need a new number." She gasped against your lips, making you blink in confusion. But she only smiled, moving to peck your lips, kissing for a moment before biting your bottom lip softly and pulling to get a low moan from you. "Make me cum thirteen times."

You let out an affected laugh, sliding your hands into her blouse. "You think you can stay up all night?" You challenged against her ear, running kisses down her collarbone that made her shudder beneath you.

“Let’s find out.” She retorted affectedly before pulling your face back to hers, kissing you intently until you forgot about any doubts.

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