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Some other girl being stupid for Prim, not a shocker. Bambi thinks it would have been more hysterical if Prim went home alone during the night of her birthday. Whatever her deal with the stylist is, Bambi doesn’t know, never will. It won’t matter in a couple of days, anyway. Bambi knows Prim like she’s all her brain is hardwired to think of, and it’s clear as day she has Prim wrapped around her fingers. No one can ever sway that. Bambi will always find Prim falling back to her.
But Gorya — her persistence, the way something about her aura tells Bambi she’ll never relent at least without putting up a fight, and how that energy gives Gorya some sort of gravity that defies all laws of physics.
It worries Bambi, because it’s a gravitational pull even she cannot escape.
“You should move on from her,” Gorya tells Bambi, fearlessly, like she’s been waiting to say this all her life. Bambi grins, devoid of pleasantry, unfazed as if she’s been expecting Gorya to say that. Bambi inches closer to Gorya, even slouching down to accommodate her height and meet her eye to eye, pissing her off just for the sake of it, and Bambi can clearly tell that it does get under Gorya’s beautiful fucking skin.
“Too bad. I like ‘moving on’ in circles,” Bambi answers, rendering Gorya aghast at the sheer audacity. Gorya rolls her eyes, and Bambi finds morbid joy in infuriating her like this. Something sparks in Bambi’s nerves. Women are so sexy when they’re mad. It’s almost a curse that Gorya is a woman and she’s mad and they’re literally alone together in the dressing room right now.
Having pushed past her limit, Gorya violently pushes Bambi and she lands on the little gray couch behind her. Before she can even react, Gorya straddles Bambi, legs slightly open above her lap, knees on either side of Bambi’s thighs supporting her own weight. Bambi swears she has never felt a fascinating combination of arousal and petrification before in her life. Still, her smug aura doesn’t fade off as she looks up at Gorya, whose face is merely centimeters away.
“Is that all you’ve got, Bambi?” Gorya whispers, her challenge lingering against Bambi’s lips, and Bambi feels the air pressure drop as if the atmosphere has quickly caught onto the two of them. “You’re Prim’s ex girlfriend. I imagined you’d be a little more… threatening.”
Disconcerted and a little insulted, Bambi carefully eyes the Gorya in front of her— her fierce eyes, puckered lips, flushed cheeks, apprehensively stiff shoulders, arms that extend down to pin Bambi onto the sofa’s backrest.
“I am a threat. It appears that you just like ignoring that to delude yourself that Prim can love you.” Bambi’s eyes depict hatred, but hatred can only veil so much carnal need. She succumbs to Gorya’s challenge and degrading glare, letting her crash her lips onto Bambi’s with Bambi passionately responding. There’s something so animalistic about the way they made out on the couch, so violent and rough, already battling each others' tongues faster than twilight. Rarely can one ever witness a kiss this hateful.
“You’re not a threat,” Gorya hisses between kisses, “not to me.”
It doesn’t help that Gorya’s lips are so soft and addictive, sending Bambi’s head into spirals, almost betraying herself for not wanting this to end at all. She reminds her ego that she’s just squirming beneath a girl (an infuriatingly attractive one) because their fight over Prim has turned physical… this kind of physical.
Bambi finds her hands exploring Gorya’s body, all of her beautiful curves, and Gorya deepens the kiss even further. She then decides to move onto Bambi’s jawline, then neck, then collarbones, then chest, drawing out gasps after gasps from Bambi. Gorya even plants little bites all over, not too deep to leave marks, just hard enough to cause pained reactions out of Bambi.
“Look at you, all pathetic,” Gorya says against Bambi’s skin, the ghost of her words sending shivers all over, “and you want me to take you as a threat?”
“Shut up,” Bambi breathily snarls, harshly grasping at Gorya’s waist, feeling her arousal pooling beneath her core.
Gorya pulls Bambi’s off-shoulder dress all the way down with all the anger in her body, unhooking Bambi’s tube bra and discarding the garment somewhere on the floor. Gorya takes in the sight of Bambi. Her bare chest, perked up nipples, proud eyes although they can barely open.
“Is this what you do to girls that piss you off?” Bambi taunts weakly. “Undress them? Feast your hungry eyes on them?”
“Only to girls who piss me off by coming back to what they’ve broken, right when all is recovering the way nature intended,” Gorya fights back, each syllable stitched with pure spite.
Gorya pulls her top over her head, taking off her bra in intentionally slow motions, as if putting on a sensual show for only Bambi to see. Bambi wishes her vision isn’t so hazy whenever she’s turned on so she can fully enjoy the sight of supple breasts and toned abs under murderous eyes.
“You look stunning,” Bambi manages to say.
“Fuck you,” Gorya utters in the sultriest way possible, evidently flushed all over.
Bambi mockingly giggles. “You promise?”
Gorya is too exasperated to humor the remark. She dips her head onto Bambi’s chest, gnawing on the crests of her breasts, and Bambi bites back a yelp. Gorya closes her lips around one of Bambi’s nipples before beginning to lick and suck. Bambi refuses to moan, but the pants seem to involuntarily exit out her mouth. Perhaps, this is her ultimate punishment—her love rival’s tongue swiping her pebbled nipple, making her feel good in such a humbling way. Gorya lifts herself, kissing Bambi on the lips again and bringing her hands to knead Bambi’s breasts. Bambi almost moans at the force, opting to just squeeze her eyes shut and work on suppressing her noises. There’s no way she’d moan for Gorya. Her pants and gasps are already embarrassing enough.
But, fuck, Bambi can barely wrap her head around how Gorya is massaging Bambi’s breasts so deliciously.
It’s only when Gorya stops kissing and touching when Bambi opens her eyes. She sees Gorya lick both of her thumbs and start circling Bambi’s nipples using the pad of her thumbs, slowly yet firmly, deliberately torturing her. Bambi involuntarily trembles and heaves under Gorya, who connects their lips again.
Her nipples are sensitive to every motion, making her core ache and the pool below just grow bigger and bigger. Bambi grips Gorya’s hair as if it’ll aid in keeping her sanity intact, but the way Gorya tugs and pinches and rolls her nipple between her damp thumbs and index fingers is just cursed and satanic. A pleasure her little mortal body cannot comprehend, cannot escape. All Bambi does is try hard to control her breathing, her heart rate going the fastest it has ever gone outside her relationship with Prim.
Gorya pulls away to adjust herself, opening Bambi’s legs to reveal her soaked underwear that has almost gone transparent.
“You want me.” Gorya’s tone is low and husky.
“You’re a perv.”
“Not really. Just love putting insufferable brats like you in their places.”
One of Gorya’s hands climbs down to Bambi’s underwear while her other hand is keen on pleasuring Bambi’s nipple. It’s making it increasingly difficult to pretend that Gorya’s touch doesn’t evoke electricity trailing down her delicate skin.
Once Gorya’s free thumb finds Bambi’s clothed clit, Gorya messily strokes it, mirroring the action on her thumb on Bambi’s nipple. Bambi lets out a whimper that nearly morphs into a full moan, panting for her dear life and she hates how good it feels. Her wet panties’ friction between her clit and Gorya’s aggressive hand drives Bambi crazy.
“Fuck,” Bambi curses under a whimper, back instinctively arching, and the flames in Gorya’s eyes don't extinguish even a little bit, but rather ignite more at the sight of Bambi helpless, vulnerable, nearly falling apart at Gorya’s every touch.
When Gorya successfully removes Bambi’s underwear, Gorya licks her thumb and fingers before resuming playing with Bambi’s clit. Bambi’s breath hitches once more, then she lets out a silent moan.
Gorya sadistically shoves two fingers inside Bambi’s already wet and slippery cunt, letting her palm weigh on Bambi’s clit, dragged by the speed of Gorya’s hand. A wanton moan rips out of Bambi at the feeling of Gorya’s long fingers reaching deeper inside her.
Bambi feels two fingers slide in and out her core, consistent and fast, intense and rough, Gorya fucking her like she wants to kill her and devour her entirely, curling just in the right spots and angles that make Bambi grunt and almost moan again. Unbelievable, Gorya has so much pent up anger and sexual frustration squeezed into her small stature, enough to subject Bambi to this kind of cruelty, and she doesn’t know whether to love it or abhor it.
“You know, you’d be so hot if you weren’t such a fucking dumbass.”
“Fuck off—” Bambi argues, and she thinks it came out in the form of a moan. “Stop— a-ah— talking to me while I’m— I’m trying not to— ah!”
Amused at how Bambi is obviously holding herself back, Gorya quickens her pace, even pushing in a third finger. It successfully brings out a moan from Bambi whose hole feels so incredibly full.
“Use your words, dipshit.”
Bambi can feel Gorya everywhere — Gorya toying with her erect nipples, Gorya expertly caressing her chest, Gorya torturing her nub, Gorya destroying her hole. It’s all just so overwhelming.
“No, ah—! I— I won’t.”
Gorya scoffs, mocking, degrading. “Fascinating. Now you’re talking to me in moans.”
But Bambi genuinely can’t help it. Every thrust, every scrumptious curl, every time Gorya hits that sensitive little spot inside her, it all forces whimpers and moans out of Bambi. When Gorya brings their lips together again, she finds that Bambi can’t even kiss properly anymore, whimpering purposelessly against Gorya’s mouth and paralyzed by the feeling of angry hands pleasuring right where she wants to be touched.
“Gorya,” Bambi whimpers, “Please— ah.”
“What? Can’t chew what you bit off?”
“You’re not— ah— even doing much…” Bambi strains and stutters with her pride hanging on by a thin thread, hips grinding in desperate motions to meet Gorya’s thrusts, eyes squeezed shut. “I can— ah— please myself better… with… with my own fingers.”
“Doesn’t explain why you get a little closer to heaven each time I pump into you.”
Bambi can’t even have an answer to that, feeling her climax approaching. With Gorya fingering her like she worships no god, she withdraws all sorts of noises that have filled Bambi’s system, down to the ones that Bambi has been trying so hard to keep. Not long after, Bambi sees all sorts of stars as Gorya sends her into an orgasm as violent as the loveless sex going on between them. Gorya mercilessly fucks her through it and she practically screams when she comes onto Gorya’s hand.
“Fucking loser,” Gorya growls.
She inserts her fingers that were just in Bambi’s hole into Bambi’s mouth, and she takes it absentmindedly, tasting her own release. Lascivious eyes open to look at Gorya, and find that Gorya is looking back at her in the exact same way.
Bambi’s head falls onto the couch’s backrest, eyes half-lidded, just enough to make out Gorya sucking on her own fingers to completely clean it off Bambi’s cum and spit. Though her heartbeat shows no signs of faltering, Gorya has tired her from inside out. In retrospect, Bambi suddenly can’t decide whether it was a good or bad idea to ambush Gorya in the dressing room like that, unintentionally having made a monster out of her, but god, has Bambi not had sex that good in quite a while.
While the atmosphere calms down a little, Gorya collects Bambi’s clothes from behind her then thrusts them at Bambi’s face full-force, alerting her while she’s still trying to recover from the orgasm.
“Let’s never speak of this to anyone,” Gorya coldly says, putting her clothes back on before exiting the dressing room. Not looking back. Not waiting for whatever Bambi’s yet to answer. Not giving a fuck.
Bambi sharply sighs.
“That fucking bitch,” she saltily mumbles to herself, still seated on the couch and begrudgingly slipping back into her off-shoulders.