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kirby0strombolli · 28 days ago

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★彡ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ - ᴍᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇᴇʀ ★彡

madison beer x fem!reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜꜱᴛ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: SMUT, ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ɪᴅᴋ.

The bass of the party thumped through the walls as Madison made her way down the hallway, weaving past laughing guests with a casual drink in her hand.

She wasn’t supposed to be here—not in this part of the house, anyway. But when she’d overheard you complaining about struggling with the zipper on your dress, she hadn’t been able to resist.

“I’ll help!” she’d offered, tone dripping with artificial sweetness as she’d pushed past a few lingering party goers, eyes already set on the closed bathroom door.

You barely glanced over your shoulder when she stepped inside, face tight with annoyance. “I’m fine—”

“Too late,” she cut you off, stepping into the small space and shutting the door behind her. She leaned back against it, a small smirk playing at her lips. “Turn around.”

With a huff, you shot her a glare in the mirror, but it only seemed to amuse her more. Reluctantly, you shifted, exposing the bare skin of your back. “Just zip it up and go away, Madison.”

She clicked her tongue, moving closer, her fingers brushing against the delicate curve of your spine. “That’s no way to talk to your best friend,” she teased, her voice a low murmur.

The air between you crackled with tension, suffocating and thick, like it always did when she got too close.

You stood rigid, fighting the shiver that threatened to betray you as she tugged the zipper up inch by inch, her fingertips trailing along your skin far more than necessary. She leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Wouldn’t want your pretty little dress to fall apart in front of everyone, would we?” she whispered, her breath hot against your neck.

Your breath caught, and you hated yourself for the way your body reacted, heat pooling between your thighs. But Madison didn’t need to know that. You jerked away, spinning around to face her, cheeks flushed.

“Get away from me,” you snapped, voice shaking, but she didn’t move. If anything, she looked pleased. The corner of her mouth quirked up as she stared you down, eyes dark with something dangerous.

“What’s the matter?” she taunted softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering on your cheek. “You don’t like it when I’m this close?”

You swallowed hard, refusing to back down. “I hate you,” you spat, your words lacking the force you wanted them to have.

“Sure,” she drawled, her gaze dropping pointedly to your parted lips, making your pulse stutter. “That's not what you were moaning in my ear last night.”

You paused, blinking at her, the words sinking in slowly. Wait, what? Last night? Your mind scrambled, trying to remember—there was no way you’d been that reckless, right?

You froze, confusion washing over you for a second. Last night? Then it hit you. Oh no. You’d fallen asleep on the video call with her.

Madison’s smirk deepened as the realization hit you like a truck. Oh, God. Your cheeks flushed crimson as the memory of your vivid wet dream from last night came flooding back—the one where she'd had you pinned beneath her, whispering filthy things in your ear...

Madison raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your sudden silence. “Ah, there it is. Remember now?” she teased, leaning in closer, her breath hot against your skin.

You stammered, trying to find a comeback, but all you could think about was the dream—and how it had felt so real. Your body still remembered every detail.

You thought it had all been in your head.

Madison’s smirk widened as she leaned in, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “Guess you’re not as good at hiding it as you think,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin.

And then, with a smug little smile, she stepped back, leaving you standing there, shaking with frustration and something else entirely.

Back in the main room, you tried to pull yourself together, pasting on a smile as the music blared around you.

Madison was already back to her social butterfly routine, all bright laughter and easy charm.

Everyone thought the two of you were best friends, inseparable, the perfect picture of 'celebrity best friends'.

They’d be shocked if they knew the truth—that every sugary smile was just a mask for the simmering hatred underneath.

You spotted her leaning against the bar, surrounded by a small group of admirers, tossing her hair back and batting her eyelashes as she effortlessly flirted with them.

It was infuriating, how easily she played the role, making people gravitate toward her. But you knew her game. You’d played it a hundred times before—pushing each other to the edge, daring one another to snap.

But tonight, something was different.

Her gaze met yours across the room, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you. The smirk on her lips sent a shiver down your spine.

But then, with a newfound confidence, instead of looking away or shrinking back like you usually would, you lifted your chin, heart pounding as you locked eyes.

You could see the challenge there, the dare in the way she stared you down, daring you to make a move.

So you did.

With deliberate, confident strides, you pushed off the wall and made your way through the crowd, ignoring the way her gaze sharpened as you closed the distance.

You didn’t stop until you were standing right beside the guy she had been toying with—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a lazy grin and an aura that screamed trouble.

But as you approached, his eyes flickered to you, interest sparking in them. Madison’s gaze hardened, her smirk faltering for just a second.

You didn’t stop until you were right beside him, slipping into his personal space effortlessly. You leaned in, close enough that your lips brushed the shell of his ear, and whispered something low and teasing—something only he could hear.

Whatever you said made him grin, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

Then, without missing a beat, you turned your head and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get your point across.

You smiled sweetly at him, then shot a pointed look at Madison before turning on your heel and walking away, your heart racing with satisfaction.

You could feel Madison’s eyes burning into your back as you went, and you knew she wouldn’t let it slide.

The satisfaction of seeing Madison’s expression—the fury and disbelief warring in her eyes—almost made you want to laugh out loud.

But you didn’t get far.

You barely made it a few steps before a hand shot out, gripping your wrist, nails digging into your skin with enough force to make you stumble.

You turned sharply, heart pounding, to find Madison standing there, her face twisted into a dangerous scowl.

“Really? Him?” Madison snapped, her irritation clear.

You smirked, leaning back with a cocky shrug. “What’s wrong?” you taunted, tilting your head slightly, eyes glinting with challenge. “Jealous?”

“Jealous?” Madison almost laughed, her voice edged with venom. “We’re not together. We’re not anything.”

“Right,” you drawled, letting your gaze drop to her lips, before flicking back up to her angry eyes. “Just enemies. With benefits.”

She paused before answering, “And nothing more,” she spat back, though the crackle of tension between you told a different story.

Your smirk only grew as you watched her squirm, knowing she was struggling to deny what was brewing beneath the surface.

"Is that so?” you murmured, voice dripping with challenge.

Something shifted in her gaze, her lips dropping just a fraction. “Yes,” she said slowly, but there was a faint quiver in her voice.

“Then how can you explain all the flirting ?” you shot back, stepping closer until your chests were almost brushing.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. You pressed forward, cornering her against the wall, watching as her breath quickened.

“See?” you murmured, dropping your voice to a low, taunting whisper. “Not so confident now, huh?”.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she looked away, jaw clenched tight. But she didn’t push you away. She didn’t even deny it.

“Shut up,” she whispered, but the tremor in her voice gave her away.

“You want me to stop?” you asked softly, leaning in until your lips brushed her ear. “Or do you want to fuck me like you hate me?”

Her gaze snapped back to yours, wide and dark, a storm brewing in her eyes. She stared at you for a long, tense moment, the air between you electric.

Then, slowly, a smirk curled her lips, innocence slipping away as her expression shifted to something bolder, more seductive, and undeniably confident.

Her breath hitched for a second, but she quickly recovered, that smirk never faltering.

"Stop?" she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "I think we both know the answer to that."

Her hand slid up your arm, grip tightening. "I want to make you regret asking."

Before you could respond, she crashed her lips against yours, the kiss hungry and demanding, needy.

You melted against her, surrendering to the heat of the moment, knowing there was no turning back.

And just like that, the night shifted.

Madison’s grip closed around your arm, and before you could protest she was yanking you toward the same bathroom you had just met in earlier.

The door slammed shut behind you, the music from the party muffled by the thick walls.

Her eyes were blazing with something dark, a mix of anger and desire that sent a rush of adrenaline through you.

Without a word, she spun you around, pressing your body hard against the sink, your reflection staring back at you in the mirror.

The cool surface of the counter dug into your hips as her hand reached for the zipper of your dress.

You whimpered softly as she harshly began to tug it down, the sound of the zipper echoing in the small space, your skin prickling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Not so confident now, are you dollface?" she mocked, voice low and dangerous, stroking your face softly, tucking the tray strands of hair behind your ear.

Before you could respond, she yanked the zipper the rest of the way down, exposing the bare skin of your back, harshly tugging it all the way down, dress pooling around your ankles, leaving you in your pretty, lacy panties and matching bra.

You were about to snap something back at her, but then you felt it—something hard pressing against you as she leaned in, her breath hot against your neck. It wasn’t her body… it was something else.

Your eyes widened as realization hit you. She had a strap-on.

The sensation of it against your skin sent a sudden jolt of heat straight to your core, and despite the situation, your body betrayed you.

You felt yourself getting wet, desire pooling low in your stomach as Madison's hand slid down to your waist, her grip possessive and firm.

She slowly discarded her own skirt, long enough to hide the strap-on - but short enough to show off her curves.

“You’re soaked already,” she whispered into your ear, as she yanked your panties to the side, gently rubbing against you, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Guess you like it when I’m in control."

You tried to keep your composure, tried to fight back the heat flooding through your body, but it was impossible.

Her fingers grazed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she pressed the hard length of the strap-on against you more firmly, teasing you, making you squirm beneath her touch.

In front of the mirror, Madison slowly began to strip, slowly unbuttoning her tight blouse, one button at a time, the fabric of her skimpy top sliding off her shoulders, teasing you with glimpses of her skin.

She caught your gaze, a wicked smile dancing on her lips as she slowly bought one of your hands to cup her breasts, your nails tracing over the soft curves, inviting you to admire her as she shedded her own bra, naked except for the strap on.

"Is this what you wanted?" she taunted, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You were practically begging for it back there."

You bit down on your lip, eyes darting around her body in the mirror trying to hold back the moan building in your throat, but she wasn’t going to let you off easy.

Her hand slipped down between your legs, covered by the thin layer of your panties, her fingers barely grazing you, and it was enough to make your knees buckle.

Madison smirked, her breath hot against your neck. "Admit it. You love this."

Your body was on fire, the tension from the night crashing down on you all at once.

You hated her for this, for making you feel so powerless, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny how much you wanted it—wanted her.

"Madi- please," You whine, unable to resist her anymore. You wanted her.

Fuck, you needed her.

"S'ok baby," She murmured into your ear, holding your needy gaze in the mirror with a lustful one of her own, "I need to hear you say it."

Madison pressed even harder, the strap on digging into you now, making you grind against it involuntarily, quietly moaning her name.

"I need you, please," You practically whimper, knees trembling.

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” she replied, turning your face sideways, nails grazing your jaw.

She captured your lips in a kiss, one hand gripping your waist while the other caressing your jaw, smirking against your mouth as the kiss deepened. The warmth of her body pressed against yours sent shivers down your spine.

Madison’s grip on your waist tightened as she pushed you forward once again, bending you over the sink, your face turned to the side, lips still locked in the kiss.

As she pulled away, Madison gently kissed your cheek, her lips lingering for just a moment before she hooked a finger under the waistline of your panties.

With a torturous pace, she dragged them down your legs, leaving them tangled around your ankles along with your dress.

The mirror in front of you reflected the lust in her eyes, the barely controlled desire as she positioned herself behind you, leaving kisses on your back, as your pussy glistened, the strap on lingering so close to your cunt.

Without warning, she thrust into you, the sudden intrusion stealing the breath from your lungs.

Your head snapped back, a soft moan escaping your lips before you could stop it.

The rhythm of the music from the party outside pounded through the walls, syncing with the brutal pace Madison set, each thrust pushing you harder against the sink, the cold surface biting into your skin.

You let out a strangled moan, hands grasping at the edge of the counter top as Madison, with a confident smirk, effortlessly unclipped your bra with one hand.

The fabric slipped away, revealing your full breasts, one of your hands going to cup it straight away, head dropping as lust flooded through you, Madison's relentless pace never failing.

“Look at yourself,” she ordered, her voice a low growl. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so your eyes were forced to meet the reflection in the mirror.

Your gaze locked on yourself, disheveled and breathless, your mouth hanging slightly open as she took you from behind, her hips slamming into yours with a fierce intensity.

But then your eyes found Madison’s in the reflection, and the sight of her undid you. You were a moaning mess.

And she had no intention of stopping.

Her dark eyes were filled with raw need, her lips parted in a mix of concentration and lust. She looked completely in control, like this was exactly where she wanted you—where she always wanted you.

Her hand moved from your waist, trailing up your body until it reached your throat, wrapping around it possessively. The pressure was just enough to make your breath hitch, your pulse racing beneath her fingers.

“See how perfect you look when I fuck you?” she whispered, her voice rough with desire.

You tried to look away, to break free from the intensity of her gaze, but she held you there, her hand tightening around your throat as her hips continued to pound into you.

The sound of your bodies moving in time with the music from the party outside filled the air, the bass line vibrating through the walls, syncing with every thrust.

Your moans came out strangled now, one hand steadying yourself as you reached behind you, running your hands up and down her body, pulling her closer.

“Yes,” you whined, breathless. “Yes, fuck— you fuck me so good.”

As Madison’s thrusts became erratic, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening around her, the intensity of everything making it impossible to hold back.

"Let me come, Please, I'll be good I promise," You beg, looking up at her with wide eyes through the mirror, your eyes into rolling into the back of your head as she thumbs your clit at an ungodly pace.

She smirks, keeping her eyes on yours in the mirror. “Good? That’s a big promise, sweetheart,” she murmurs, slowing her movements just enough to make you squirm.

“Show me how good you can be, and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Her hand stays firmly in place, but her thumb eases to a torturously slow rhythm. "Keep those eyes on me," she whispers, leaning in closer, her breath hot against your neck.

Every nerve feels like it’s on fire, and you bite your lip, trying not to make a sound as she watches you, teasingly, through the mirror.

You whimper, barely able to form words, but manage to gasp out, “Please, Madison... I’ll do anything. Just—let me come. I need you.”

She studies you in the mirror, her smirk softening just a little. “Anything, huh?” she murmurs, her thumb pressing down harder as her pace quickens.

With a final, sharp thrust, the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your moan echoing off the walls as you came hard, your hands gripping the counter for support.

Madison’s breath was just as ragged, her pace slowing as she rode out the last of your orgasm, her hands still firm on your body. But then something shifted.

She hesitated, her dominant persona flickering as you caught a glimpse of something vulnerable in her expression—something that made her shy away just as you began to regain your breath.

You turned your head, catching her gaze in the mirror, and saw the crack in her confident facade. "What’s wrong?" you asked, breathless but intrigued.

She didn’t answer, just pulled back slightly, like she was suddenly unsure. That hesitation was all you needed to take control.

In one smooth motion, you spun around, pushing her back toward the counter until she was sitting on the edge of the sink.

Her legs were spread, and she looked at you, eyes wide and uncertain for the first time that night. But you weren’t about to let her slip away.

Gripping her thighs, you spread her legs even wider, your fingers pressing into her soft skin as you positioned yourself between them,seating yourself on your knees, looking up expectantly.

Madison’s breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling as you leaned in, your face just inches from her covered pussy.

You could see how wet she was, her juices leaking out from the sides of the strap-on, how the power she’d had over you just moments ago had turned into a desperate need of her own.

Before you could dive into her need, there was one thing standing between you and what you wanted.

Your eyes flicked to the strap-on still secured around her waist, the only barrier left between you and her bare, glistening skin.

A slow, teasing smile spread across your face as you slowly rose, lips inches from hers before smashing your lips over each others, grasping her head tightly, the other tracing shapes on her thigh.

Then, pulling away from the kiss, you lower yourself down on your knees, this time reaching for the strap.

But instead of unbuckling it the usual way, you leaned in close, maintaining intense eye contact with her the entire time.

She watched, wide-eyed, her lips parting in anticipation as you brought your mouth to the leather straps that held the harness in place.

You bit down gently, your teeth hooking onto the buckle, tugging it loose with deliberate slowness.

Madison’s chest heaved, her breath ragged as you worked, the combination of your touch and the unwavering eye contact driving her crazy.

You could see the way her body reacted—the way her muscles tensed, the way her hips lifted slightly, begging for more.

Once you had the strap undone, you gently yanked the harness away with your teeth, your eyes never leaving hers.

The tension in the air between you both was electric, the heat from her body radiating against your skin. Madison swallowed hard, completely at your mercy now, her vulnerability laid bare for you to see.

The leather fell to the floor, leaving her exposed before you. You smirked, eyes flicking down to her glistening core, then back up to meet her gaze.

"Much better," you murmured, the corner of your mouth lifting as you moved closer, positioning yourself right where she wanted you most.

“Looks like someone’s not as in control as she thought,” you murmured, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teasing her, making her squirm.

Madison opened her mouth to say something, but the words died in her throat as you leaned forward, your breath hot against her core, hovering just close enough to feel the heat radiating off her but not quite touching.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, and you smirked, savoring the way she melted under your control now.

“y/n…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

You didn’t give her what she wanted right away, teasing her with soft kisses along her thighs, making her writhe with anticipation.

Her slickness coated her inner thighs, and you felt her trembling under your touch. You looked up, meeting her eyes as she watched you, desperate for more, completely undone in a way she hadn’t been moments before.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, your lips brushing over her clit, sending a shock through her body.

Madison’s head fell back, her fingers tangling in your hair as she gasped. “Y-you.” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right, baby,” you teased, your voice low and seductive, as you finally buried yourself between her thighs, tasting her, drawing out a soft moan.

As your tongue moved ceaselessly over her clit, Madison's grip on your hair tightened, pulling gently yet firmly, sending shivers down your spine.

Her thighs wrapped around your head, trapping you in place, the warmth of her body surrounding you as you continued your relentless rhythm.

Each flick of your tongue drew out breathless gasps from her, her hips bucking against you as she chased her release.

“Please,” she gasped quietly, her voice barely a whisper. Your eyes flicked up to her—her hair disheveled, mouth wide open, and chest heaving as she trembled above you, desperate for more.

You hummed gently against her, still lapping up her juices, the vibrations traveling straight to Madison’s core.

She let out a breathless moan, her hips grinding harder against your face, pushing you deeper into her.

Her grip on your hair tightened, tugging harder and harder, the sting only adding to the pleasure you had to see her fall apart.

Each desperate movement from her sent a surge of heat through you, her breaths becoming erratic, her thighs quivering around your head.

You could feel her getting closer again, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

Madison’s head fell back, her fingers pulling you even tighter against her.

"Fuck—don't stop," she gasped, her voice ragged.

And then, with a strangled cry, she came, her juices spilling over your lips and chin, leaving you soaked as she rode out the wave of pleasure, grinding on your face with reckless abandon.

You didn’t even try to deny how much you enjoyed it.

As Madison’s climax washed over her, her thighs trembled around your head, squeezing gently as she came down from her high.

You pulled back slightly, relishing the taste of her on your lips, and looked up at her, a satisfied grin spreading across your face as you looked up at her.

Leaning forward, you pressed soft kisses against her trembling thighs, savoring the moment.

'Did so good for me sweetheart,' You murmur, nose brushing against her thighs as you kissed them.

She mumbled something inaudible, her voice still breathless, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

The taste of her lingered on your lips, a mix of sweetness and salt that sent warmth coursing through you.

Your fingers slid up to the back of her neck, pulling her in close.

Her lips met yours in a firm, hungry kiss, no hesitation. You melted into it, your hands instinctively gripping her waist, pulling her even closer.

You teased her bottom lip with your teeth, and she gasped softly, making you smirk against her mouth.

Your hands roamed down her sides, fingers brushing her bare waist, the touch sparking heat between you both.

Both of you were still breathless, skin flushed, and hearts racing as you kissed, the warmth of Madison’s body pressed against yours.

The taste of her still lingered on your lips as the kiss deepened, her hands roaming over your bare skin.

As the kiss broke, you felt her smirk against your lips. Madison leaned back slightly, her eyes dark with satisfaction, but there was a flicker of something softer there too.

“You look so good like this,” she whispered, thighs closing around your body, drawing you closer as she softly traced patterns down your chest.

You hummed, still catching your breath, as her hands slipped down to cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“We should go,” you murmured, knowing you didn’t mean that one bit; you wanted more.

Madison chuckled softly. “In a minute.” She bent down, her lips brushing against your collarbone, trailing kisses down your chest, her hands still firmly holding your hips.

She made her way lower, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, teasingly slow.

But just as you felt the familiar heat building again, she stopped and stood back up, grinning at your frustrated expression.

“You’re gonna have to wait, baby,” she said with a wink, turning to grab her clothes from the floor, leaving you standing there, bare and lustful.

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