This is a dark, thrilling lesbian romance that explores survival, lust, and the blurred line between love and ruin.
Trigger Warnings: Substance abuse, graphic sexual content, emotional trauma, explicit language.
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When I got back to my room, I felt the weight of the day's grime clinging to me. My skin, slick with sweat and dust from the streets, stuck to the sheets as I flopped down, phone buzzing in my hand. I ignored everything else Mama's soft cries downstairs, the smell of stale cigarettes, the creak of floorboards. Serenity's text sat like a spark in the dark:

Look.

That was it. Just a single word.

My thumb hesitated before I tapped the link. I wasn't ready for what poured onto my screen.
The video cracked open with low moans, the bass of a car stereo thumping underneath. My breath caught. Ty. Tall, light brown skin like gold in the half-light, tattoos crawling over her abs and shoulders. Nose rings glinting, lips parted, eyes locked in a hungry stare as she moved slow, powerful. She was strapping a girl from behind in the back seat of a car, her hips rolling in deep, perfect strokes. Muscles flexing, back tight and glistening. Her other hand pressed down on the girl's shoulder, like she owned her.

The girl in the video was gasping, soft whimpers turning to moans. Ty was everything focused, calm, dripping sex and control. She wore a black sports bra, the muscles of her stomach cut like marble, sweat beading down her spine. Each thrust sent a shiver down my own thighs. My mouth parted, breath turning shallow.

I watched Ty's head drop forward, teeth grazing the girl's shoulder. The sound of skin slapping, wet and messy, made my breath hitch. Her voice was a low hum of curses and praises"Yeah... take it, baby... fuck..."
I'd never seen anything like it. My body tensed, pulse racing.
I didn't even realize when my fingers slipped under my waistband, brushing over the soft lace of my black panties. The fabric already damp.

In my head, it wasn't that girl in the video anymore. It was me. My back arched, my hands pressed flat against the window of that car, Ty's hands gripping my waist. Her thick thighs pressed against mine, the stretch of her strap making me whimper.

I closed my eyes and let the scene play out I felt Ty's scent on my lips, clean soap and sweat. Her breath on my ear, the low, teasing growl of her voice. "You sound so fucking good, baby. So tight." My legs shook as I imagined her pulling me back onto her strap, hips slow and deep, the perfect drag that made my belly twist.

I couldn't stop the soft, desperate moan that slipped out. My fingers slid deeper, slick and hot, matching the rhythm of Ty's thrusts in the video. My thighs trembled as I imagined her lips on my neck, tasting me. Her hands sliding under my tank top, palms rough on my skin, thumbs brushing my nipples until they ached.

I pictured the way she'd drop to her knees, push my legs open wide. Her mouth would be greedy, tongue lapping up every bit of me, tasting the wetness she'd worked out of me. Her tongue flicking over my clit slow, then faster, until I couldn't hold back.
My hips lifted off the bed, fingers circling harder, faster. My mind was gone, body thrumming with need. In my head, Ty looked up at me, lips glistening, eyes dark and hungry. "Cum for me, Mia," she'd say, voice velvet and demand all at once.

When the orgasm finally tore through me, I bit down on my pillow, body shaking like I'd lost control. My breath came in ragged gasps, thighs tight and sticky.
The video was still playing when I opened my eyes, Ty's hips moving in slow, rolling thrusts. My own legs twitched as the aftershocks rolled through me. I was dizzy, mind foggy with the scent of sweat and sex, even if it was only in my head.

A loud thud outside my door yanked me back to the real world. Mama's voice cut through the haze, trembling but sharp.

"Ray, please just stop."

His voice was low, cold. "You always begging. When you gonna learn, huh?"

I pulled my shorts down, heart still racing from the fantasy. My tank top clung to my skin, damp and warm. I swung the door open to see them in the hallway,Mama's back against the wall, Ray's hand gripping her arm. He was tall, bulkier than before, his breath sour and heavy.

"Ray just stop it",I said, my voice still rough from the moans I'd tried to swallow. "I'll have the money by Friday."

Ray turned to me, his eyes glinting like a dull blade. He let Mama go, stepping closer, that slow, nasty grin crawling across his face.
"You bitch a lot for someone who doesn't shit for you ," he said, voice dropping, sticky with something that made my stomach turn. "You could use that pretty mouth for far better things."

I stared him down, disgust crawling up my throat. "Sick Bitch"
I grabbed my bag and brushed past them, my skin still tingling with what I'd imagined. My heart was a mess guilt and lust tangled tight in my chest.

At school the next day, I tried to act normal. Serenity was waiting by my locker, her eyes wide and lips curling into a grin.
"Bitch, did you see the whole thing? That video Ty went the fuck off!"

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat in my cheeks. "Yeah. I saw it."
She laughed, leaning closer. "You liked it, didn't you? Shit... she had me rubbing one out, not gonna lie."

I forced a laugh, but my head was spinning. I could still see Ty's sweaty back, her slow, powerful strokes, the way she owned that girl's body.
Serenity grinned, her voice dipping lower, teasing. "You're all flushed, baby. Don't act like you didn't finish to that shit."

I shook my head, pulling my hoodie tighter around me. "Shut up."
But I knew she was right. I couldn't stop thinking about it about Ty's mouth, her hands, the way she moved like she was born to fuck.
And like she knew it.

Ty showed up later in the hallway, calm and easy. Her sweatpants hanging low on her hips, a simple white tank showing off the tattoos carved into her arms. She looked at me, slow and steady, like she could see everything I'd imagined. Like she knew.

For a second, I couldn't breathe. It was like she was everywhere now her scent, her voice, her hands in my mind. And I didn't know if I wanted to run from it or drown in it.