Getting Even
"Come on baby, I said I was sorry. Like 12 fucking times". Lusher said as she keeps trying to grab on me. See, any other time, I would allow her to touch me because usually she can't ever keep her hands to herself. But not this time. "Yea, because I should totally accept your I'm sorry Morgan, let me fuck you to make it better. Or better yet, let's completely forget about the issue cause Lusher can do no wrong." She looks at me scowling, "I never said that Mor." "You didn't fucking have to you made it very clear when you refuses to read thr fucking room."
Flashback
"Bro, I'm surprised that you and Lusher even got together. I mean, she would constantly ask you ok in high-school remember that. He got rejected every time, kinda crazy to see the infamous heart throb get her ass rejected." I just looked at him laughing, I was slightly tipsy. Not drunk, considering I wanted to have a good time but not have to deal with the after effects of that good time in the morning. Lusher went to the bathroom a couple of minutes ago, then came back talking about her meeting up with her crew. He told me to come over when I was done. So I make my way over to them, I don't remember who this guy was, I've been trying to get away from this conversation for the longest. Eventually, I managed to worm my way through the crowd.
It takes me about a minute for me to find the girls until I spot Bada towering over a group of people. Yeah, wherever she goes, they go. I make my way over to them until I spot Lusher dancing with some fucking girl. "Who the fuck is that bitch," I see Bada turn around and spot me with a nervous look. I'm glad she knows that I'm about to beat a bitch up right now. I try to go over there before Lusher sees me and throws a wave in my direction, and starts to walk towards me. "Hey, baby, what's up." I raise my chin slightly to look up at her a bit. "You are not fucking serious right now, please tell me your not that fucking slow." She stands there looking confused for what feels like an hour.
"Oo, you mean the dance? It was just a dance baby. I was actually going to go look for you, so we can dance together." I stare at her trying to hard not to fucking trip in this club. "You were going to go look for me. Really? Wow, nice to know that I'm a second fucking option in my own relationship. You know what? I'm not even gonna get mad." She looks at me trying to figure out what she did wrong, "Baby, I'm confused. What's wrong? And you're not a second option. I just wanted to dance with you. I mean, i dance with people all the time, get used to it." She says sort of joking but I can tell she getting annoyed. "You're right, I'm going home. Hope that bitch knows your address like she knows your body, cause your not riding with me."
Present
I continue getting the details of the hang put while I'm going around the room getting ready. I put on the sluttiest dress I cancfind after getting out the shower. And realize Lusher is still going about being fake sorry. I walk out the bathroom with the lotion in hand still naked with a towel wrapped around my body and sit on the bed go lather my legs. She stood in front of me, grabbed the body, and squeezed some in her hand. He slowly starts to put in on my legs, making sure to caress and kiss on each part of my calfs. I look down at her, see any other time I would've just given right into these little tricks. Not tonight, though. Tonight is about getting even. "That's cute. Thanks for the help, but I've got places to be, baby."
I make sure to overly pronounce the last word just to piss her off even more. I leave her right in that position, still squatting on the floor, looking mad as shit. I guess, eventually, she calms down enough to remember what I said. "Places to be? Where the fuck are you going? We are still discussing something important, Morgan." I continue to put on the dress while starting my makeup and listening to her speak. "No, you are speaking. You told me to get over it. So, I am over it." I finish the final touches on my makeup and make my way out of the bathroom.
"No, you're not going out. We aren't done talking, and you aren't over it. And what the fuck are you wearing?" I look down and smile up at her, "A dress baby." "To hell it is, it's basically a piece of fucking string I can see your ass." I try to walk around her and get my keys. Right when she grabs me by my hips, "Come on baby. I am so fucking sorry. You were right, and I was wrong. Please." I stare at her, smiling evily. "It's ok sweetie", she said , relieved before I told her. "But I'm still going out and having fun in this dress simply because I want to now, bye." I move around her, grabbing my key, running out the apartment before she can start again.
I had been out for about an hour or two taking a shot after shot straight to the hand. I danced with everyone who came up to me pretty much. I was having the time of my life. Until one of my friends said something about calling my girlfriend. Apparently, I was too drunk, so after I told them no. I walked into the bathroom to wash my face. I went then decided to use the bathroom while I was in there, and I heard someone come in. I didn't really give a shit. Until I stepped out the stall and saw low and behold, "Lusher?" She rushes up to me and starts checking all around my body. "Are you ok, I know when you get drunk, you get clumsy, baby. Speak to me Morgan, fuck." I look at her dazed and nodding my head. Shit I'm sober already. She smiles at me for about a second.
Then, she grabs me and pins me to the door, making sure to lock it. What if people have to use the bathroom." She reaches her hand out and grips my neck. Man, this is hot. "You think I would give a singular fuck about some random have to piss. No, this is about me and you, and I advise you to take those pretty ass panties off before I make you scream for this entire place to hear. Would you like that, for everyone to know what a stubborn slut my girlfriend is?." One of her fingers have made there way to rubbing my clit, while the other slowly starts to fuck itself into me. "If I would've known this, was your reaction that I would've done this ages go." I say smirking.
Until she hits that magical spit inside of me, casting me to grab her hand and hold my neck and scream. She moves to be pressed against my back while continuing to abuse that spot. "Of course you would. Fucking slut only thinking about being filled up, huh? I heard you were out here just throwing you ass on everyone. Like I haven't taught you better than that." I start to moan out loud not giving a single fuck about how loud I am, maybe the speakers will cancel it out. But I can't think to long about anything when she is fucking the shit out of me. "Fuck, baby... shit..m right there." I don't know, seemed I got to teach you manners again."
Wow so no one is fucking with the new post, y’all acting like I’m only good for smut. Crazy
Sugarbaby vibes ✨️
I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.
Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.
But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.
"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.
I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."
I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.
After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."
Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.
Rule 1: Don't question anything
Rule 2: Don't talk back
Rule 3: Don't touch yourself
You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.
I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.
"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.
"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.
"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.
"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."
I was totally just playing yall. I got two stories to write, and I don't work well under pressure. So yall shall be getting these two stories, and that's it, cuz idk
Don't listen to g-easy, and I love you.
Sooooo new Yelena fics soon bc of thunderbolt trailer or??
I just can’t get this pic out of my head…
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How is life going?
Yalll give me ideas right now im coming outta retirement
Hope yall are ready for part 2 of my byeon fix because I've been planning, and it shall be really juicy. Also have two more requests coming out soooo excitedddddd
Do yall want more smut ? Like kpop smut?
You can ask me anything, talk to me about anything. I'm trying to write for the black girls because apparently it's so hard to make a character not white these days.
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