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jazzsonly · 1 month

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ꜱᴀᴅᴅᴇʀᴅᴀᴢᴇ.

pairing(s): cairo sweet x fem!reader

warning(s): stalker cairo, mentions cairo watching reader through their window, smoking, mention of reader’s mom passing away, mentions of reader having a ‘toned stomach’, minor detailed sexual content(nothing too major though).

summary: you become cairo’s newest work.

❝ sadderdays, why do they keep on using me? ❞

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cairo sweet didn’t believe in mistakes.

she believed there just was and there just wasn’t, and well, if you really wanted to, you could change the entirety of that was or wasn’t.

cairo also didn’t believe in much of a right or wrong, mankind was and would continue to be the most horrific thing to earth so it really all depended on what the domino effects of the things you did that made those things so ‘wrong’

or right.

in this case, watching through your window almost every night since the start of this summer wasn’t right or wrong nor was it her fault—it had to yours. what logical person, who knowingly had a window that mirrored the house right across the street wouldn’t put curtains up?

if you asked her, it was an invitation.

you prompted her, to watch you as she held a lit cigarette between her lips on most nights, letting the smoke fill her lungs and her mind full with thoughts of you.

you were tempting, all more in the ways she thought miller was. she was far more intrigued with you than she ever could be miller.

of course she wanted you, she wanted you more than anything—how could she not be (to her dismay) enflamed with you? shamelessly letting her hand slip into her pants as she watched you. again, it wasn’t her fault, it was merely yours for inviting her.

entertaining her.

though you’d never spoken, never even made eye contact with the girl she had made it clear to herself and somehow to you that you, indeed, knew all the things you were doing.

and though she felt this way, though she wanted you—her need to write you was far more important than any of that lustful bullshit.

she couldn’t just sit and stare at you forever, she needed to figure you out and figure you out fast before summer was over, though it was just mid-june. she needed something to wow yale.

her college essay needed to be perfect and you were just the target, because well, you just show up in the house that’s gone untouched for as long as she’s been trapped in her lonesome that her parents left her to all alone in this tennesse mansion.

she had a reasoning for being here, she knew her reason for being here, but what was your excuse? cause one thing is for damn sure, you were way too good looking and way too young to be up here all alone.

so cairo set out, being as bold as she’s ever been—especially after the whole miller thing, here she was standing at your door, cocky shades cover her eyes and a cigarette firm between her lips as she knocks.

she didn’t miss the red pick up that sat in your driveway, such a texas cliche, she thought.

hearing the wooden door creak as it opens, she fixes her posture, pushing her shoulders forward as she stood up straight.

“uh, hey?” you question, wiping the dirt from your hands on a faded blue rag.

the girl took a second, taking in the attire of your flared fitting jeans—they were worn out in a handy way, navy blue. she also took note to your light blue top that slightly came up, showing the edge of your, what seemed to be toned stomach.

pop’s. the shirt read in a bold fading yellow font with little things around it.

tempting but she had a mission.

“i’m cairo, i, uh, wanted to introduce myself—i live,” she pauses, pointing to the broad house placed a felid away.

“you live there? i didn’t think anyone lived there. creeps me out, the whole old victorian vibe, no offense. but, i’m y/n—i would shake your hand but uh.” you flash your hands that were scuffed with dirt.

“none taken, it’s actually quite comforting—i didn’t think anyone lived here, i mean it’s been empty for years.”

“yeah, uh, my mom recently passed and this is what she left behind…” you shrug, flapping you arms in lazy manner and let them fall back to your sides with a flat slap.

“mhm,” cairo takes a drag from the malboro.

“i’m sorry to hear that. are you fixing the place up?”

“trying to, thinking about turning it into a summer home, you know?” she didn’t miss the way your eyes flicker back and forth from the cigarette back to her face.

“you want?” she holds the stick towards you.

“if you don’t mind,” you reach up but fail to grasp the cigarette as the girl pushes her hand forward, placing it between your lips herself.

though you couldn’t tell because of the dark shades, she eyes your lips and watches closely as your purse them, taking a long drag before she retracts her fingers.

“thank you—do, uh, you wanna come in for a drink?”

“tomorrow, yeah? gotta a lot of work to do.”

“oh, work? you in high school?” she could see the slight grimace on your face at the thought of her being in high school.

“graduated. i’m in the process of apply for college. yale.”

“oh, hotshot, huh? i go to nyu, transfer from ucla—my second year.“

noted.

“but, good luck with everything, i’ll be here all summer so if you need any pointers let me know. i’m just a field away.”

also noted.

“mhm, i’ll definitely let you know.”

✬

exactly four days had passed since the encounter between you and cairo, and if she had to completely be truthful with herself, she was bored.

all she’d done was write and quickly delete the drafts she had made of you, walk to get coffee, and encounter small talk with a few distant friends from school whom seemed to be on big vacations with their closer friends.

she’d never say out loud, and she so reluctantly thought but she kind of missed winnie, in a strange way. who else to make her scandalous and yet superior at the same time?

after the whole miller thing, winnie had made it clear to stay far, far away from cairo, which of course the sweet girl didn’t take much offense to—she’d feel the same way if she were in her shoes, but she’d never so naively fall into a web like winnie had done.

with nothing better to do, and piles of shitty drafts, today would be the day she finally took up you on your offer. she needed new material for her paper anyways.

so here she was once again at your door, book-bag close on her back, dark shorts hugging her thighs with dark shades that cupped her face to match, and to top it off a white tank-top that read tennesse in fine blue print.

“finally showed up, i was afraid i scared you off.” the girl flinches, slightly, when you appear from the side of the house.

immediately she takes notices to the jean short-shorts that you occupied, along with the dirt stained, white baseball cap that took over your head of curls, brown cowgirl boots, and to top it off a plain black tank.

“i’ve been busy. told you i had a lot of work to do.”

“yeah, days worth, huh?” you tease, stepping to the house’s door, opening it and stepping aside for cairo.

“every time i see you, you got these shades on. you don’t like people looking you in your eyes or something?”

“i have my reasons.” she shrugs, letting a playful manner roll over her.

“you got magic eyes? anyone who stares into them falls in love?” you point at the girl again, this time causing her to bite back a smile, that you definitely don’t miss.

as she follows you, she can’t help but notice just how much your house resembles the aura of her’s—if not even more erie, the vacancy was very lit and yet a classic touch of old money overwhelmed the place. you had to be as loaded as she was with a house like this, and in tennesse—trust, she didn’t miss how much land you occupied.

“if you don’t mind me asking, what’d your mom do for a living?”

“ah, real estate and my dad is a lawyer—though, i don’t talk much with him.”

“huh, my parents are lawyers too and we don’t talk much either.”

you bite your lip, nodding in some form of understanding? agreement?

“make yourself at home,” you gesture to the velvet love seat.

cairo pauses for a minute, thinking, she had already made herself too at home—she was already losing sight of why she were here, she wasn’t here for your good looks and alluring aura—nor your flirty jokes.

you weren’t some seduction mission that she was going to trick herself into thinking you wanted her the way she did you, no. you weren’t going to be another mr.miller. she had learned from her mistakes.

you were her college essay and nothing more.

“i’m not a big drinker, so, pretty much all i have is some cherry wine and a little bit of gin.”

you watch at the sweet girl grimaces, “gin?”

“i know, my mom had poor taste, but i’ll take that as wine for our drink of the evening, i’ll be right back.”

why were you so tempting? how could one be so open yet she still knew nothing about you. she’d been here all of twenty minutes all she could get out of you was that your mom was a real estate agent and your dad is a lawy—

that’s it.

“here you go.” you hand her a half filled glass, fingers grazing over her skin before taking a seat across from her in the matching recliner.

“so, you’re dad is a lawyer? what’s his name? just curious if he works at the same firm as my parents.”

“y/d/n y/l/n. i doubt it, my dad owns his own firm and is very hard to work with.”

“hm, yeah never heard of him.” cairo made note to google your father later to lead her to connects with you,

and that’s exactly what she did.

after your drink, an excused rolled off her tongue to go home—she had more work to do, that you so cluelessly wished her good luck on.

one things for sure, you were right, you dad was hard man to work with. he seemed to be a lawyer who’d only worked on high profile cases in his career, how that was even possible? who knows.

he’d also been married three times, your mom being the second wife and you being his second kid.

his latest wife was way younger then him, as usual, she was maybe even your age. they had a son together, just two years old. it must be weird having an older sister in her late forties, while you’re in your earlier twenties, with a younger brother who is just two years old.

all while your dad is pushing sixty-five or so cairo read on the internet—she doesn’t exactly remember his age because she got bored and started surfing your name on google. to her surprise she’d found quite a lot on you.

a soccer star in high school, riding a scholarship for it too. not only that, but you’d been on the swim team in high school too.

you’d taken piano lessons as a kid, and noting the only social media you had was instagram, which to her trouble was private.

ugh, frustration was a minor feeling that creeped over cairo’s body. all she found was cliche background info. on you, no hard hitting stuff. no legal troubles, no mentions of some sort of addiction, no scandals.

there had to be more to you—there was, she could feel it. there was a story to you and she so ever needed it if she was going to wow yale. she had her miller story but something bigger assuredly awaited her blank google doc.

taking a slow, extended drag from her cigarette, the girl reluctantly closed the macbook. she now, once again, had a view of your unfolded window. though, you weren’t occupying it at the moment she waited in setback and anticipation as your truck had pulled into the driveway not too long ago. you’d entered the house with a woman she’d never seen before, maybe your half-sister.

if it were, it would be nice to put a face to the name considering google didn’t hold any pictures of your older sister.

but cairo couldn’t be more wrong and there would be no putting any name to any face because she would watch and smoke as you came collapsing into your room’s open window with your tongue down the random woman’s throat.

cairo couldn’t help but be taken over by a hot-blooded resentment. you were her project her, her puzzle to figure out, not some girl’s sloppy one night. and yet; through her distasteful thoughts, the girl couldn’t break her eyes from the scene that unfolded in front of her.

lewd.

that was one word to describe everything going on just in these moments. cairo’s hand wandering in her pants, letting enclosed moans falling from her lips as her eyes trained on just how…experienced (?) you’d seemed to be by the way you had been touching this woman.

her eyes were like binoculars on their own, closely she looked as your tongue ran across the woman’s lips—it was sloppy but so enamoring. your hands eagerly everywhere and nowhere at the same time on the woman’s body as you take off her clothes with the haste, the woman doing the same to you.

with you just in your lace underwear, cairo could see a tattoo on your shoulder that couldn’t make out but definitely would find a way to ask you about eventually—but right now, all she wanted to do was be the woman you were so infatuated with in this moment. the way you were shamelessly in the middle of your room, on your knees with your head hungrily between her legs, eating her out with ease. the eye contact you kept drove her even more insane.

she had underestimated you.

you were more untamed than she thought. bolder than you led onto to be.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻potentially more parts to come.

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melrodrigo · 7 days

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friends? p.2

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A rivalry between you and Cairo has been going on for several months…what does it take for her to finally break?

Warnings: there r literally none they bicker like an old couple and cairos mean

Word Count: 2k+

A/n: helloooo i’m not sure abt this chapter but lmk what u thought, i cranked this out in its entirety last night, enjoy!

part 1

Friendship was not Cairo Sweet's strong suit. Ask her about Dickinson or Austen or Shakespeare—these were all things she could answer. But the ultimate question of friendship was not something hot on Cairo's mind.

She didn't need it, that was her take. And why would she waste time on something she didn't need?

Friends, much less a partner, was something she never saw for herself. The thought of being a housewife, living in a picture-perfect picket fence house, appalled her. The only things that mattered were her, her writing, and Yale.

So when a certain girl had entered her life, she hated it.

You.

You with your stupid face, and pretty hair, she hated you. A burning passion so intense it heated up her heart and made it race. So intense that she wanted to punch you in the face whenever you passed, only to bandage it up with feather light touches so she could punch you again harder.

At first it was nothing; she didn't have a thing to worry about. A blushing face while you stammered and fumbled around trying to give Mr. Miller an answer, she disregarded you as someone she could respect immediately.

But obviously she had caught you on a bad day, because after those first few weeks, you managed to present yourself in a less idiotic way.

You were, surprisingly smart.

Almost too smart, she pondered. It was getting in the way of her own studies. How could it be, that someone was on bar (never better) than her?

Often she found herself seething at you, arguing at every chance she had with your answers; but, you had given her the same treatment as well.

It wasn't strange for your classes to end in heated debate, both sides failing to yield. It bothered her greatly. She went back home and read more than she'd ever read before, studied just a few minutes longer because she could feel you taunting her.

"Sweet." You nodded, as she pushed open the doors to Millers class. You'd made it a habit to arrive early, leaving only you and her for a good thirty minutes before everyone else arrived.

It was infuriating. To have you so close, open, ready to harm, yet she could do nothing. She'd been having a particularly grueling week. Her parents had just come back from Brazil; and, always seemed to be ready to go at her throat. Gone were her lonely but comforting nights on her bed, candle-lit. Now it was just fights and condescending jabs.

"What did you get on the paper?" Your voice piped up, breaking her from her train of thought. You were referring to the paper Mr.Miller had given back last week, one that counted for forty percent of the grade.

She felt a swell of pride. Scores were something she could argue about. This would take off the stress she'd been building.

"99." She smirked, cocking her head to the side.

You whistled approval, nodding adamantly. Even though there was nothing to suggest so, she could swear she felt condescension in your tone.

She was good at picking out stuff like that. The roll of someone's tongue, the way they smack their lips—it all meant something to her.

She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes. "What did you get?" She asked, brows furrowed.

You didn't say anything, simply holding up a finger and mouthing 'one hundo' and watched as disbelief took over her features.

"You're fucking lying." She seethed. Her good mood had suddenly disappeared just as fast as it had appeared.

You spun around in your seat, stupid smile on your face. God, she wanted to jump at you and claw it off.

"Hey, hey, it's okay to be mad. You can't be the best at everything." You told her, hands behind your head.She gripped the desk harder, knuckles turning a faint white.

She stood up, walking over to your desk."You little shi-"

"Good morning, the both of you!" Mr.Miller interrupted, cheery smile. His enthusiasm radiated off his body like rays radiated from the sun. He stopped short when he saw Cairo stalking close to you, a clear pout on her face.

"What are you doing?" He asked, question directed towards her, voice sickly sweet. He had grown fond of Cairo since the beginning of the term; she was his favorite student.

"I'd like her to be removed from the class. Can't you do that Mr.Miller?" She avoided his question, tilting her face at an angle where her chocolate colored eyes shone bright.

His white brows furrowed, not quite comprehending. "You mean," He started, "right now...?"

Bless him, he had no clue how manipulative Cairo was.

She doesn't let up, doesn't let her disappointment show. You notice it in the slight clench of her jaw--she's annoyed.

"I meant for the rest of the term, I can't stand being in the same class as her." She emphasized her words with a glare in your direction. You send her a sweet smile back.

"Please, flattery will get you nowhere." You winked, smile turning into a real one when you see her get visibly agitated.

"Please, girls. Let's be civil here all right?" Mr.Miller pipes up, trying to stand in between Cairo and you. It does nothing to lessen the tension in the air.

He turns slightly to Cairo, voice firm. "And no...I won't kick Y/N out."

The childish part of you desperately wants to fist pump the air; but, the more serious side of you decides maybe you shouldn't do that in the company of your arch nemesis.

Class turns weird fast. Cairo—normally quick and adamant—stays quiet, seemingly distracted by the simplest of things: a bird singing softly from a window, the great big forests where her house stood, the sound of your feet continuing to scrape against the carpet.

It irks you a little. It has you not listening in class, wanting to focus on the girl in front of you.

You almost don't hear it when Miller announces that you'll be working in pairs for the midterm project, preoccupied with her bobbling head, moving as if she were listening to some imaginary music.

"You will not be able to pick your own partner, that's already been done for...by me." He adds, after hearing the onslaught of voices from the students. It's clear he's not changing his mind.

"Alright. When I call your names, go sit with your pair and discuss how you'll do the assignment. Olivia, Taylor." He calls out the first pair, going down (what seems like) an endless list of names, never quite getting to yours.

You watch as countless people move around, silently looking out for who hasn't been called yet. You needed to get a good grade on this, and a lazy partner was going to be a nightmare.

You strain your ears to hear Mr.Miller over the commotion of students moving, but when you turn to squint at him you're surprised to see he's already looking at you.

A sinking feeling eats your entire being whole as you watch his mouth move. He points his finger at you, then someone in front of you.

Cairo Sweet.

Fuck.

Even though you loved to tease her, you did not need to have Cairo Sweet as your partner. She was likely to ruin you before you even got to starting the thing.

You don't make the first move to get up, instead you sit dumbly in your chair, bracing yourself.

Your peace is disrupted by a huff from above you. There she is.

"Move over. I need a seat." She says, something in her voice making you oblige. She pulls over an extra chair and sits by the other end of the table.

"You can come closer ya know." You say, unsure of how friendly to be. You'd only ever really spoke with her from a distance, a comfortable distance. Now that she's up in your personal space you feel ike you're going to suffocate.

She ignores you, pursing her lips as she listens to Miller explain the project.

You inch your chair closer, prepared to make a sly jab at the way she's being a teachers pet, but her stare—which has now been redirected on you—stops you in your tracks. She looks scary.

Lips downturned, nostrils flaring, you're a bit taken aback.

"Okay jeez. You don't have to be such an ass about it." You mumble, distancing yourself a great deal further than you already were. The mood, if it weren't enough already, turns more sour.

She ignores your suggestions and remarks on how to do the project, scribbling something down on to her notepad every now and then.

"Earth to you, Sweet. Are you listening to me?" You press, starting to feel those tendrils of annoyance grabbing you. It was one thing to be an ass, but to put her own feelings above doing good work was low, even for her.

Especially for her, you think.

"Do you ever shut up?" She growls, biting her cheeks so hard you could see the indent it was making on the outside.

"Okayyy...someone's obviously going through something, but can we just-" You gesture to the sheet of paper on the table, you haven't even been allowed to look at what she's written yet.

"I am NOT going through something." She says again, voice cracking. The sound brings forth a peculiar reaction in you, your mouth hanging open. Her eyes look...watery.

Before you can utter a word she's getting up and storming out the classroom, making heads turn left and right at the loud noise.

"Um...I'll be right back too." You say, sending Mr.Miller a cheeky smile and a wink, hoping that'll lessen his curiousity enough to not come out after the two of you.

You push open the doors, call Cairos' name a couple times.

You eventually find her outside, back pressed against the brick wall. She's lighting up a cigarette.

Her body language looks more calm now, but you're not sure what to do. You shuffle on your feet, twiddling your thumbs.

"Sorry I did that." She speaks, not turning to look at you. It startles you a bit, you hadn't realized she saw you.

"Cairo Sweet saying sorry? I must be dreaming." You try, although you're not smiling and she doesn't laugh. Humor seems to be sucked away in this little bubble belonging to only the two of you.

You move a little closer, then even closer when Cairo doesn't object. Even though you did hate her to the bone, you wanted to make sure she was okay.

"Are you...alright?" You ask softly, watching her face for an answer. She seems to be deep in thought.

She takes a swing from her cigarette and blows. "I don't like you." Is what she says.

The ice breaks. You no longer feel like you're supposed to pity her. This was Cairo Sweet, her heart was made of coal.

"Yeah I think we established that. Anything else?" You sigh, leaning back so you're also pressed up against the wall.

She turns to you, and for the first time, she doesn't seem very mad.

"I don't like you." She says again, moving closer. It's in your natural instinct to step back, why was she being so weird? Was she going to hurt you?

She grips your shoulder lightly, enough for you to get the message to stay still.

"I don't like you." Cairo mutters for the third time, eyes piercing into yours. She seems to be speaking a little lower, a little raspier than normal. Cogs seem to be turning in her head, debating and debating and debating.

Debating on what you can't be certain.

"I get it, you don't like me. So what?" You mummur, voice lower than normal. The proximity is making your mind feel a little clouded.

You try not to let your gaze drift down to her lips, but when there's nothing around to distract yourself with, they do.

Her freckles, the ones that litter her face. You get the disgusting urge to touch them.

"So...don't get the wrong idea." She says before taking your lips in a kiss.

It takes you a second to comprehend what's really happening. You stand frigid, mouth parting to gasp. You're gasp is swallowed by her own lips, soft and supple.

Once Cairo feels that you aren't responding, she pulls away, frightened look on her face. Pink lips downturned, her cheeks a rosy red. You don't have time to process what the right move is. For now, you don't need Cairo thinking you didn't like whatever that was.

You reach for her neck, pull her in for a second kiss. It's somehow better than the first. She responds quick, hands wandering to cup your face, then down to circle your waist, then up to tangle in your hair—like she's changing her own mind too quick.

You let her take the lead, pressing you into the wall with a strength you didn't know she possessed.

You're too lost in it all, the smell of her shampoo, the feeling of her teeth scraping your lips, biting down only the slightest, her fingers burning traces wherever they go.

"Sweet." You breathe, coming out more like a soft moan than you would've liked.

She breaks apart from you, a wild mess. You think she's never looked prettier, hair everywhere, lips torn from your heated kisses.

Her eyes are soft until they flash and something else takes over. It's as if your voice had brought her back to life.

"I don't like you." She snarls, and promptly turns on her heels, just a slight increase in speed than her normal strut.

You're left breathless, staring out into the green plains. Mind and heart racing, you're not sure which organ you should listen to.

The implication of what you did hits you like a freight train. You groan and press your hands to your head, willing and willing and willing for a solution to come out of it.

Not to anyones surprise, nothing comes. A magic fairy doesn't tell you what to do, and you're still standing behind school panting.

"Oh god."

#cairo sweet x reader #cairo sweet #millers girl #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #melrodrigo #mine #enemies to lovers

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ortegavi · 3 months

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CAIRO SWEET craves someone who gives her validation. her parents are permanently absent lawyers with a talent in a+ neglectful parenting, causing her to focus on academics and academics only, subconsciously doing it in hopes that academic achievements will get her parents’ attention and this hardwired focus makes her detached from her peers. cairo needs someone that doesn’t just keep up with her but continually praises her, giving her the validation she desperately needs.

TARA CARPENTER craves someone loyal. after ghostface, it’s not and never will be the same for her; constant looking over her shoulder, never being able to let her guard down, and always having a weapon nearby in fear of another masked killer jumping out at her or her family & friends. change is the scariest part of her life because change is what caused her to lose almost all that she had—her (girl)friend, her sister, her parents... tara needs someone who’s going to stay through thick and thin, 24/7/365, always holding onto her as a silent promise that they won’t leave like others did.

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS craves someone who understands her. despite being a writer, she’s never been good or comfortable with words expressing her emotions. she needs someone who understands her quirks and morbid expressions, understands the softness in her eyes as silent affection, links pinkies at exactly the right moment while waiting for wednesday to grow comfortable to initiate it on her own.

#grey’s stuff #just some thoughts #this has been bouncing around in my head for a week ngl #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #cairo sweet #cairo sweet x reader #miller’s girl #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #scream #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader

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irhabiya · 3 months

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you said in your post about egypt that you wished people would pay more attention to other spots- would you mind telling us about those spots? like, in your opinion, what are the most beautiful things in egypt?

!!! IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

usually people like to visit the pyramids, the library of alexandria and alexandrian beaches and some temples in upper egypt which yk understandable they're incredible, but there's so much more to see!!

in the heart of cairo there's so many beautiful historic religious places to visit. coptic cairo is stunning, i recommend anyone visiting egypt to go visit a coptic church if they can the architecture will blow you awayyy my parents took me to visit one when i was really young and to this day it's one of my favorite memories of egypt. and the mosques too! we have some of the oldest mosques in africa they're definitely worth a visit.

the siwa oasis!! i haven't been there myself and i'm literally never not salty about it😭 every time we try to plan a trip there something comes up </3

on the north coast, alex is by far the most visited city (for good reason) but in terms of beaches and resorts i prefer marsa matrouh it's less crowded, and the water is so clear it's insane

on the red sea sharm el sheikh is a mustttt visit destination, i went snorkeling there for the first time and got see the pretty coral reefs it's one of my favorite places everrrr in egypt <33

taba is also another place in sinai that looks freaking unreal but i haven't been there yet

i haven't been to upper egypt unfortunately but aside from visiting the famous temples in luxor and aswan i really want to see nubian architecture in person, it's so colorful and full of life

#*upper egypt is actually southern egypt btw the naming is ancient egyptian #inbox #there's so many places i didn't even mention like wadi el hitan and port said and al arish ugh

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writerswall26 · 2 months

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My Sweet Cairo (Part 3)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Student-Teacher relations, Anger rage. Other than that, none that I know of (but feel free to correct me)

Words: 2.2k

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A/N: Some small fluff before the start of it all. Also, I apologize to all the football (yes! I call it football, they use their foot! Sue me! But for the sake of the story, I'll call it soccer.) enthusiast out there that knows their thing. Happy Reading!

Y/N was on her way home on friday when she noticed a car on Cairo's driveway. She did not expect Cairo's parents to be home. She slowed down for a couple of moments only to be greeted by Mr. Miller walking out of Cairo's front door, looking horrified and dishevelled and wet.

There was stinging in her eyes as she watched their literature teacher run to his car and drive off without looking back. She watched him until he was out of sight before she let the tears fall. The anger inside her bubbling once again. She rode her bike, went home and slammed her bedroom door shut. Her mum's at the hospital right now, she's on call.

The next thing she knows, she's throwing everything that she got her hands on, punching a hole in the wall every chance she gets. Flash backs coming to her. She despises them. Students like them, like Cairo.

"Fuck you!" She shouted, throwing a lamp on the wall. "Fuck all of you!" She shouted before her sobs were heard. Her body slumping on her closet door as she cried. Her body was shaking. She couldn't take it.

The flashback of herself running to her parents' bedroom when she heard the gunshot, the red colour flowing down the floor, and the sight of her father's unmoving body, a bullet hole in his head as the gun's dropped on the floor. All of it, coming back to her like a tidal wave, taking her down with it and not letting her breathe even for a second. Then she was out cold.

When she woke up, her room was already tidied up, no more shattered glasses on the floor, the holes on the wall were still there, her hand bandaged up gently. She groaned as she pushed herself up, looking around her room. It was like the scene from last night did not happen. The only evidence of it were the holes.

When she got down to get herself lunch, which she did not notice, she found her mother already preparing the table. Y/M/N gave her daughter a smile as she patted the empty spot beside her.

"I was going to wake you up in a bit. Big night tonight." Y/M/N said, not mentioning or asking what the hell happened last night. She knows better.

"What time did you come in last night?" Y/N asked her mother who turned to her with a smile.

"Just a little over midnight. I was gonna check in on you but you were passed out cold on the floor so I dragged your heavy ass on your bed. Rough day yesterday?" Y/M/N said, not wanting to ask questions. She wants to let her daughter feel free to tell her things.

Y/N nodded. "It was, yeah. Or maybe the championship game is getting ahead of me. Thanks for patching my hand, cleaning my room, and dragging my huge ass on my bed." She smiled.

Y/M/N chuckled as they started to eat. "Are you ready for tonight's game? You know I'm still extremely proud of you even if you sit this down, right?" She assured.

"Nah, I can't. I want to win this game and whack Mr. Miller with the championship cup, together with my MVP trophy." She joked, hypothetically.

"Ooff, that's a bit aggressive." Y/M/N said, making Y/N laugh.

"We have a bet going on. I don't want to lose to a one time book publishing writer." Y/N said, there was something in her voice that Y/M/N can't quite pinpoint on, but she did not push it.

"I'll see you at school, mum." Y/N bid her mum goodbye a couple of hours after lunch to go get ready for the championship game.

"Good luck, sweetheart." Y/M/N told her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek before she let Y/N go.

When Y/N got to the locker room, everyone was already there, preparing.

"Where have you been, man? And what happened to your hand?" Jasmine was the first to find her.

Y/N just smiled before she put her duffel bag down, got her clothes and shoes out and went to go change. They didn't have enough time to speak as it was about to start in a few minutes. After Y/N changed, she removed the bandage in her hand with a wince, seeing the wounds but paying no mind as coach Fillmore clapped his hands to get their attention.

He did his usual motivational speech but this time, a bit aggressive and rough. Then they all turned to Y/N who was not in her usual smiling face.

"The Sharks were the hardest bunch to defeat in the rosters this year. But we already did that. However, we don't want to be complacent. The timberwolves were a menace last season, we managed to beat them but this is different. They're gonna be rough and dirty. So I suggest, if you must, join them at their game." She said, aggression and venom in her voice.

Everyone was quiet after that. They know she was not here to play and she's gonna do whatever means necessary to win that cup. Coach noticed the tense atmosphere so he clapped his hands and got their attention.

"Alright! Let's get out there and get this cup! Go, Ravens!" He shouted, guiding his team out the lockers to the dugout.

Y/N was front in line as they waited for their team name to be called. The usual starter went on with the national anthem and rules laid down from the refs.

"You sure you're down to play?" Coach Fillmore asked when he got a few moments with Y/N before the game started.

"Yes, sir." Y/N said, looking at the fields to focus herself.

"Y/N." He called out which got her to look at him. He was worried, she can see that. Her body is whacked and he's not sure if she's really ready for this game emotionally.

"I can do this. I can play." She assured them with a burning desire to win in her eyes. The coach nodded, not knowing what to say or do so he let her.

As soon as they got on the field, Y/N was aggressive. She was soloing the fields left and right, kicking the ball to the post whenever she could but nothing was going in. She was getting frustrated when the last 5 minutes of the first half came so she did what she knew in the moment, slamming bodies and aggressive goal kicking.

She heard a whistle blowing and then a yellow card on her face by the time the first half was over.

Y/N slammed the door of the locker room as soon as she got inside, then Jasmine lunged at her, screaming at her.

"What the fuck were you thinking?! What was that?!" Jasmine keeps berating her while their teammates are pulling Jasmine off her.

"Y/L/N! What was that?!" Coach Fillmore followed as Y/N fixed herself. "Get your ass out of here and take a breather before I pull you out of the game all together!"

Y/N picked up her water bottle and stormed out of the locker room. She was pacing back and forth on the dark dugout before throwing her water bottle on the wall.

"Y/N!" Someone called out, a voice she knew all too well.

"Cairo, get away from me, I swear to God." Y/N angrily said, facing the shorter girl as she breathes heavily.

Cairo stared at her for a moment before walking towards her but she stepped back.

"Leave, now!" She shouted, making Cairo flinched, but she made no attempt to leave.

"What is happening to you? You're throwing away your game, your championship. You literally tackled a player out there." Cairo said, a certain sweetness in her voice that made Y/N's knees buckle but she stood firm.

"What the fuck do you care?" Y/N asked aggressively. "Why are you even here?!"

"Because I care for you, I want you to win this game." Cairo said, slowly walking towards her, wanting their distance to close in so she could hold Y/N but the taller girl kept walking back.

"I saw you." Y/N said, staring at Cairo to see her reaction. "At Vanderbilt. With Mr. Miller. That's why you rejected my invite right? Because you were with Mr. Miller?"

Cairo's brows furrowed for a bit, Y/N almost saw her panic before Cairo smiled and walked towards her, holding a hand on her chest.

"Is that why you've been acting all weird lately? Because you saw me with Mr. Miller?" Cairo asked, her voice laced with amusement. "He's helping me with my essay, Y/N. It was nothing."

Y/N shook her head, not believing what she's hearing but Cairo held her cheek, pulling her face so she could look at the brunette in front of her. Cairo's smile never left her face as she caressed Y/N's face gently. Calming the taller girl.

"Are you jealous?" She asked, amused.

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked away again but Cairo pulled her face back so she could look at her.

"You're really jealous." Cairo let out a giggle before she pulled Y/N's face and gave her a long sweet kiss.

When Cairo pulled away, there was still the sweet smile, her forehead on Y/N's forehead.

"Y/N, I like you. I know I should've told you this earlier." She said.

"Then what was Mr. Miller doing at your house? Last friday. I saw him walk out of your front door looking bothered and disoriented." She asked, pulling herself away.

Cairo gave her a look. "There was a small mishap that happened, he accidentally grabbed my phone so he went to my place to give it back. He was supposed to be on a weekend getaway with his wife when she called it off because there was something wrong, I don't know."

Y/N stared at Cairo for a long time, reading her, seeing a semblance of a lie, but nothing. Then she sighed, walking over to Cairo and leaning her head on the shorter girl's shoulder. Cairo's hand was immediately at the back of her head, playing with her hair, soothing her.

"I cannot believe I got jealous over nothing." Y/N groaned before she pulled her head back to look at Cairo who's already giggling.

"Maybe next time before you go all hulk on everyone, try to ask me first."

"Yeah, I'll do that." Y/N said before she leaned forward to capture Cairo's lips for the last time.

When she pulled back, there was already a smile on her face. All the anger and resentment bubbling down with everything that Cairo said. She's finally at peace.

"Now, go back there. Apologize to your team and to coach Fillmore. Apologize to that player you tackled. And go win this damn championship." Cairo told her sweetly. Y/N nodded before she straightened up.

"See you after I win this game." Y/N said and went back to the locker room. When she got there, the team was already waiting for her, 2 minutes before the second half started.

"I'm sorry. My head is in shambles, I was a mess. But I promise, I am all calmed and ready to play nice." She told them.

Her team looked at each other before Jasmine stood up and walked to her. Jasmine smiled, holding a hand.

"Let's get this championship done." Jasmine said. Y/N took her hand before the locker room erupted in cheers and hype.

"Alright!" Coach shut them up. "We're gonna play nice, play fair, and we're gonna score. Ready?"

"Yes, sir!" Everyone shouted before they were out of the locker room and into the fields.

Y/N walked to the player she tackled and apologized. The player was pissed to say the least but she accepted Y/N apology and playfully taunted her. The game went smoothly with no aggressiveness.

"Y/L/N ran the fields, dodging 2 players at a time, the ball steady in her feet, she sidestepped and GOAL!" The commentator said, watching in anticipation as the Ravens scored their winning goal for the championship.

The stands erupted in cheers and whistles. The ravens tackled Y/N with a hug, throwing her on their shoulder and chanting her name. It was a wonderful game for both teams despite the earlier play.

Y/N held the championship trophy up, looking up at the sky with teary eyes.

"For you, dad." She muttered before she was let down to celebrate.

The first person Y/N looked for was her mum, who was patiently waiting on the side, tears in her eyes, her hands held together. Y/N ran to her mum and gave her a tight hug.

"I'm so so proud of you, darling!" Y/M/N said, holding her daughter's face to give her a kiss. Y/N let her mum before she gave her the MVP trophy as well.

"This game is for you, and dad." She said, smiling widely at her mum who sobbed. She held her mum tightly in her arms.

"Your father would be so proud of you, he would be so proud." Y/M/N cried in her daughter's arms.

When her mum finally calmed down, Y/M/N told her to go celebrate so she did. She looked around until she found the person she was looking for, she ran to Cairo and hugged her tight, making the shorter girl laugh in her arms.

"Congratulations, baby. I'm so proud of you." Cairo said, patting Y/N's back before the taller girl pulled away.

"I bet you are." Y/N said before she leaned down and gave Cairo a loving kiss.

They heard the Ravens shouting and cheering but they paid no mind as they got lost in their own world.

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letorip · 11 days

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i heard your name [ii]

“i want you so, i can hardly let you go, please be mine for a time, now and forever”

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pairing: cairo sweet x reader

summary: after several weeks of trying to run in the opposite direction, you find you can no longer evade the magnetic pull yanking you towards her

warnings: explicit but gender neutral sexual content, being used both physically and emotionally, 'lover boy' is used ironic and is still considered gender neutral, implied teacher-student relationships

word count: 6.4k

A/N: definitely making another already because it’s kind of getting juicy. again inspired by pale fire and hot summer nights.

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You had always heard that people looked like their pets, but it had never occurred to you that someone could look like their house. Standing in front of Lovell Hill, it was impossible anyone else but Cairo Sweet lived there.

The building stood tall, with white towering ionic columns that reached to hold up the dark clay tile roofing like soft angelic hands lifted to the sky. Everything about the house was big, with a giant, wide cedar porch and a towering balcony that looked out over the small garden in front of its door.

You had figured Cairo was well off from her clothes and general overabundance of education, but this screamed a wealth so extreme it almost wasn’t computing in your brain. Not with your own tawdry house that had only been built two years ago and was about the size of Cairo’s home if you sliced it by a quarter.

You had seen homes like these in movies or on the home improvement channels. Most motels had the home improvement channels on the TV, and you had watched with a sense of awe, sitting on the mouldy carpet late at night with your mom asleep behind you, looking at the muted tours of the homes with a private envy.

Such grandeur was incomprehensible and didn’t exist beyond the screen and TV magic. Or, that’s what you thought until you stood at the end of her garden, with all its greenery and a few lines of flowers, looking up at the front door.

It was quite the dilemma, to knock or not to knock. You could turn around right now, save yourself a whole bunch of sleepless nights and half a brain if you just told her you felt sick and had to cancel. She’d be annoyed, sure, but maybe Cairo being angry was better than Cairo being hungry.

You weren’t all too sure you wouldn’t try to satiate her hunger, and that was a dangerous game to play. Since she had sat down beside you in class, fleeting had been slowly drifting away, and you found yourself clutching onto what little of it you had left, rebuking the witchcraft that seemed to tug you to her.

You were about to do that, walk away, but then the door to the balcony swung open, and out Cairo came, leaning over the railing with a smile, and you felt your own heart clutch to your ribs. She propped her head up on her palm, peering down at you.

“Are you coming in?” She asked, laughing. “You’ve been standing there for ten minutes.”

“I’m just looking. At the landscaping,” you called up to her, and it was mostly true, though Cairo laughed like you were being funny. You felt a blush rising to your cheeks. Fleeting, you idiot.

“It’s my parents’ house. I know it’s a bit much,” said Cairo, standing up straighter.

“A bit?” you said, the sarcasm worming its way into your voice. It was a lot much.

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling at you again all bright. “A bit.” You smiled back, holding a hand up to cover your eyes so you could continue to stare at her on the balcony in the sun, like your own Juliet.

“Can I come inside?” You asked, taking a few steps forward into the shadow the roof of her house casted over the ground. Cairo seemed to find a playfulness with the question, and you were left there like a moron, wondering why she was laughing again.

“No, actually,” she said. “I invited you here to make you walk over here and then walk home.”

“Did you."

“I did,” she nodded, having fun. “I’ll be down in a minute when I’m done with something; the front door is unlocked."

"That seems unsafe," you said.

She raised her eyebrows at you. "Why, are you worried for my safety?"

You shrugged, deciding neutrality was the best policy. There wasn't anything wrong with saying you were worried about her as a friend, but you knew she would draw some strange entendre. "I would worry about random people wandering in, to be honest."

Cairo shook her head. "Not here in Tennessee. Now go inside. The longer you stall me the longer it takes me to finish what I'm doing." With that, she disappeared back inside, leaving you on her porch. You swallowed the lump in your throat and went inside.

Cairo Sweet's house was much like her soul, in grandeur and in wealth. Even in the foyer, which was where you found yourself, the walls seemed to reach up much like the pillars, raised towards the covered sky. A grand staircase led up to the second floor, and with the soft closing of the door behind you, Cairo called out from up the stairs.

"You can go into the kitchen, I left some wine out on the counter."

You blinked. "Wine?" You said back, making sure you were hearing correctly. Cairo's laugh floated down from the second floor.

"Yes, 'wine.'" You had never had anything like wine before, though the way she threw it out so casually made you think she was no stranger to the concept.

The kitchen was the room right off to the left of the foyer, with a large bay window and some checkered ceramic tiling on the floor. In the centre sat an old gas range stove, a similar shade of green as the walls. The brass handle curved down to the drawer on the bottom, and it looked like a droll little mouth underneath the knobs.

On the white marbled countertop that boxed the stove in was a set of two glasses and a bottle of reddish wine that was three quarters full. The entire room was immaculately clean, with the perfectly angled chairs sitting around the nook table in the corner and the utterly spotless surfaces, both floor and table.

It looked just like those staged houses on the home improvement channels, and you wandered over to peer into the glass hutch, which was piled up with books in stacks around it. The top cabinet held an array of glassware, some of them gathering dust. They were pretty, and you leaned in to the ceramic ones with antique designs etched into the sides. You wanted to own dishes like those, someday.

"The plates are pretty, aren't they? It’s a real shame about the led.” You spun around to find Cairo behind you. Your heart immediately started doing a backflip in your chest. Cairo was no longer in the soft shirt and shorts she had been wearing on her balcony— no. Instead, she was now in a silky cream-coloured dress, one that clung to the curves of her body and hung elegantly from her shoulders in a way that made the tips of your ears warm.

She walked right up to you as if there was no difference, staring at the plate you had been looking at with what couldn't possibly be a genuine curiosity. Up close it was clear she had put on some makeup, her lips glossy and pink and her eyes dark. She had to know she was playing you like a fiddle.

You watched her in laser focus as she nodded at the plate. "My parents bought that one from a village in the Swiss Alps."

"What?" you mumbled, clever as always.

"The plate," she said, like it was obvious. "Most of the plates in there are from Switzerland or China."

"Oh...cool."

Cairo brushed past it, gesturing back to the bottle that sat on the counter. "Would you like some?" she asked, clasping her hands behind her back.

"But what would your parents say?" you asked. Mostly you were looking for any excuse not to, but you were also filled with curiosity. Cairo Sweet hadn't just fallen out of a coconut tree— she was the product of whatever her parents were like and you desired to put two and two together, and for that to make it make sense.

"They're not here right now," she replied, walking right over to the bottle and pulling the cork straight out. You swallowed but followed her over, and Cairo grabbed a glass to pour it into.

"So you live here?" It was a genuine question, and part of you was still struggling to understand that this was just someone's everyday lifestyle. Cairo nodded.

"That's what Winnie asked me too, when she first saw it. People say my house is haunted."

"They do?"

"Yeah," she said. "Lovell Hill. It's famous, or at least around here it is."

"Well... is it true?"

Cairo shook her head. "Sorry to disappoint. Only thing that lives here is me."

"And your parents?"

Her mouth thinned into a line at the question, but she spoke quickly. "Yes, them too." Then Cairo held up a glass. "Would you like some?"

"Uh, no thanks. We should probably start on the assignment...," you trailed off. Cairo was staring you down with a certain glint in her eye. “What?”

"You've never drank before," she said. It wasn't a question, and you could feel heat going back to your face. To any other person, you'd have no problem saying no, but to her you felt your breath catch in your throat.

"Uh, I have, I just don't want any right now," you lied. And Cairo knew you were lying, judging from the smile she watched you with. But she only shrugged.

"You can have some of mine later, then," she said, straightening up and walking out of the kitchen. You followed her like a proper guest, like she was a tour guide helping you through the jungle. You warily tailed her out of there and up the stairs.

On the landing there were even more books, in large, towering stacks near the railing, ended on each side by potted plants and small floor decorations. You stopped, taking a thick paperback from off the top of one stack and turning it over to read the back. “Have you really read all of these?” You asked. Cairo turned.

“Not all of them, no. Most of them belong to my parents, so they’re cheesy spy thrillers and soapy romances.”

You nodded. “My mom reads those ones too.”

“Anyways, what do you read?” Cairo asked, walking over to you and taking the book from your hands to look at it herself. You shrugged.

“For a while there, anything I could get my hands on.”

She tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"Uh, just that my mother didn't take me to bookstores a lot," you said, having gotten comfortable with lying. In reality, you had mostly read travel books and magazines from gas stations, since those were really the only places you and your mother stopped often. You didn't start actually reading book-books until you were about ten, and your mom bought you a kindle for your birthday.

But giving Cairo the truth would mean telling her you were on the road a lot, which would mean telling her about why it was you moved so often, which would mean telling her you would probably be leaving soon, so you lied. It was typically a better idea to vanish without warning one day, off to another state like you had been one giant bad dream.

"Mm," she hummed it agreement, putting the book back down and leading the way into a door that stood at the far end of the hall. "My parents didn't either, when they realised I bought like ten or twelve at a time," she said, tugging you into her bedroom.

It was exactly like you could have imagined it, with a darker shade of green and ebony wainscoting that matched the grand bed in the middle of the room with fluffy, lush bedding and a near mountain of pillows in the centre.

"Well then," Cairo drawled. "Shall we?"

The smirk she was staring at you with sent a shiver down your spine. You gave her a cautious nod and pulled your backpack off of your back.

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You had your paper almost completely done within an hour of laying down on Cairo's bed to write it, though in the corner where Cairo sat typing hers, she seemed incredibly frustrated. You had only been observing her a little, watching her type what could've maybe been a few words and then immediately holding down the delete key until they were all gone.

You understood to a certain extent— windows were so unbelievably symbolic it was possible to go in millions of directions when writing your story. But you were almost done, and inspiration had hit you from the moment you knew what your symbol was meant to be.

You put the final finishing sentences in where they were meant to go, and put down your pen, sitting up to crack your fingers and stretch your back. Cairo looked up at you, eyes glaring.

"You're finished?" Her tone was sharp, and you looked around the room in surprise.

"Yeah?" You replied. Cairo narrowed her eyes at you.

"How," she demanded sitting up in her chair and slamming her laptop shut.

You shrugged. "I don't know, I kind of rushed it anyhow."

"Let me read it, (Y/n)," Cairo said, holding her hand out. You leaned forwards and tossed the paper to her, rolling over onto your back to stare up at the ceiling while she read it. She had one of those popcorn roofs, with bumps all over it, and you found yourself tracing a little path in your mind.

"This is..." she said after a few minutes. You turned your head to look at her sideways. "This is really good," said Cairo, but in a way that made your eyebrows furrow.

"Why'd you say it like that?" you asked, sitting up from where you had been laying.

"Like what?" She asked standing up from her chair and walking towards you, to lean on one of the bedposts. You swallowed.

"I... don't know," you muttered.

"Hm," she hummed. "I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"The astronaut. The one who goes crazy in outer space from looking out the window on his solo mission. Is that supposed to be you?"

"Oh. No, he isn't. He's just a character I thought of," you shook your head. Cairo raised an eyebrow at you.

"But he is a lot like you, isn't he? Alone, I mean. That's why you lied to Winnie about lunch." She got you with that line. You stared at her, frowning. Your mind screamed LIE over and over, but you knew there was no point. Not when she was reading you like a book. She took another step towards you, until she was standing in between your legs where you sat. You hadn't realised there was any connection with the astronaut when you thought of him, but maybe he was?

"Are you lonely, (Y/n)?"

"No? I mean, I don't think I am." It came out in a whisper; you didn't need to speak loudly when Cairo was so close. You could feel her hot breath on your cheeks like a fan.

"I've been thinking of you, since you arrived," Cairo murmured. Her fingers crawled up your knee slowly, the pads of her fingers brushing the hem of your shorts. She looked down at the small space between you.

"Yeah?" You asked.

"You're captivating," she said. "It's annoying. Shrouded in mystery and answering to no one."

"Yeah?" Pink was flushing towards your cheeks.

She smiled, looking up at your face again. "Yeah. It would be less distracting if you didn't come with such nice eyes."

You swallowed. It felt like everywhere her fingers went she left behind a trail of pure fire, churning up your insides. Your mind was screaming at you to not be an idiot. You'd probably regret this in a month or two when your mom told you you would be leaving again. Stop, right now and save yourself so much sleep, you idiot. That would've been the smart thing to do.

Her hands came up slowly, skimming gently up your neck until they landed at the nape, and you were reminded of the lollipop she had plucked from your lips to place in her own for a moment.

"Cairo, what're we doing?" you managed. Cairo shrugged.

"You ask me that but I'm not entirely sure. I just know it feels nice," she whispered to you. "So shut up and let me feel nice," she said with a smile.

Within an instant, her lips pressed hard into your own. You pulled your head back in surprise but Cairo's soft palms held you firmly where you sat, and you found yourself melting at the feeling. It was messy and it wasn't graceful, but it spoke of the passion that bubbled under Cairo's removed exterior. She started to move against you then, and you against her.

You found yourself entranced at the sensation, and pulled away just to get a look at her face. She was breathing heavily, lips red and eyes wild, and you only came back wanting more, reconnecting the both of you, your hands moving to her waist and then up her back.

"Cairo..." you mumbled, her lips moving to your jaw and then hastily to your ear.

"Mm," she hummed.

"Cairo, I can't," you managed, trying to pull away but finding her still on you. Your mind was yelling at you horrible, horrible things, not only about yourself but about what you wanted to do to her.

"Mm," she sounded again, moving down your neck in a way that left you tingly.

"Really, I just—"

"Take my hands off of you, then," she challenged, in between peppering kisses and sucking on a spot directly over your pulse. You shivered.

"I can't."

"Well, I guess we're at a crossroads," she said. Her right hand slid down your chest to the hem of your shirt, sliding gently underneath and laying itself flat against your stomach. She smirked when she reconnected your lips, knowing she was winning.

"This is a really bad idea."

"You talk too much."

"No, because this is really a conflict of interest. We're supposed to uh..." you stammered, getting distracted by he hand on your stomach slowly getting lower and lower, creeping towards the top of your shorts. "We're supposed read each other's stuff and be honest."

Cairo stopped, pulling away, raising her eyebrows at you. "Are you serious? You don't want to have sex with me —when you've been practically eye-fucking me since we met— so that you can be an honest peer grader???"

"Well, when you say it like that, it sounds stupid."

"That's because it is stupid."

"I— I just can't do that with someone."

She scoffed. "Are you waiting until marriage or something?"

"No."

"Are you asexual?"

"No."

"Is it Winnie?"

"No."

"Do you like boys?"

"No!"

"Then why? I mean, come on. We both knew this would end one of two ways."

"We're better off as just classmates, trust me."

Cairo blinked at you for a moment, like you were the most confusing person she had ever met. Then she got up off of you. Your lap felt lighter, but also emptier, and you wanted to scream up at the stars for not being able to just indulge this one little desire.

"Fine," she said, and her tone caught you off guard. Most people would probably be upset or angry, but it just seemed like Cairo was challenged and endeared. Like she was going to work out your problem and get right back to this situation, only this time she'd get exactly as she wanted.

She wouldn't, you promised yourself. Never ever. The heartbreak wasn't worth it. Cairo checked her watch. "Could you come over tomorrow too? I'm not done with my story yet, and I want you to read it."

"Uh," you thought out loud. You didn't see why not. Maybe you wouldn't be lovers, but just innocent friends? You weren't so much a monster that you wouldn't be able to stop yourself if you hung out with her. Innocent friends were much easier to forget anyways. "Sure," you said, unknowingly giving her exactly what she wanted.

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You had gone to her house almost every night for the past week, laying on her bed while she sat in the corner in the same familiar chair, typing the same bloody story that she refused to be satisfied with. It was becoming a pattern, even an unconscious one. The next day had been entirely as awkward as expected, with you trying to act as unbothered as possible.

The friendship was going better than you had anticipated, and you were very pleased with your own self restraint. Winnie had come over too, once or twice, and you enjoyed existing within the context but still on the periphery of a friendship.

Cairo Sweet would hunt you down as her friend or as her whatever-you-were, so you figured giving into one would be the path of least resistance anyhow.

She must have been an insanely picky writer. She wrote every word with an overabundant caution, like she was trying so hard to craft perfection. It was like she wanted her keyboard to drip liquid gold onto the page, and the critics to all collectively clap when she finished a sentence.

"You're like George R. R. Martin with how slow you finish a story," you had said once, out of the blue. Cairo looked up at you, offended, and thrown a pillow in your direction that connected with your face.

"I'm trying to cultivate perfection of the written word," she said, and you rolled your eyes.

"God, writers are so pretentious," you wrinkled your nose. "The only people who like to read annoying writers' books are annoying people."

Cairo scoffed. "Yeah, what, you want to be surrounded by James Bond fans? Stephen King fanboys?"

"That's cool, though," you shrugged. "Gets the point across, isn't badly written, and makes a sometimes beautiful passage along the way."

"Oh, so your writing," she joked, smiling at you. It was an innocent smile, and one that so starkly contrasted the lustful one she had looked at you with only a few days ago. Even in memory, her eyes sent a shiver up your spine.

"Yeah, well, people seem to like it. I guess I’m doing something right," you said. Cairo frowned.

"I don't get it," she shook her head. "And you still won't let me read that first one you wrote."

"It's not exactly something I want to talk about to you."

"Why? Is it bad?" she asked, sitting up straight. You knew she meant 'tell me your dirty secrets' by that.

"I just don't want to."

"Hm," she grumbled, laying back in the chair. "And anyways, if what you say about that thing is true, I don't know why Miller liked it. His book is full of the flowery stuff you complain about."

"He wrote a book???" You were incredulous.

Cairo nodded. "A while ago. Apostrophes and Ampersands."

"Never heard of it."

Cairo shrugged. "It didn't exactly make massive waves. It was ingenious though. Grand and tragic."

"You read it then?" You asked, sitting up and turning towards her.

"Yes, I did," she replied nonchalantly. "I enjoyed it."

You looked out the window for a moment, then back to her. Friends should be friends. "Can I borrow your copy?"

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"God," you groaned, reading Mr. Miller's book with it held over your head, laying on your back. Cairo had given it to you two days ago and now you were slogging through it, waiting for it to get interesting. "'Human ruins of a madman's love,'" you mocked.

"It's gorgeous," Cairo said. She wasn't in her usual chair, she was sitting by the window with it cracked open, a cigarette in her hand.

"It's not— wait, are you smoking?" You asked, sitting up. Cairo rolled her eyes, grinning at you.

"No, I'm just sitting here with a cigarette lit in my fingers."

"God. Wine and a cigarette, what are you, thirty-four."

"Shut up," she said, putting the cigarette in between her lips and puffing out the window. "And anyways that quote is beautiful."

"Maybe," you challenged. "But what is it actually saying?"

"She means everything to him and he's going crazy for her," Cairo said, like it was obvious. You nodded.

"That's the thought and THAT'S what's good there. That's universal. He's losing the plot— getting lost in the sauce— of trying to sound like he's saying something, to the point where he's losing the entire meat of the message."

"Maybe," said Cairo. "But you said one of your books was If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. Not exactly the height of literature."

"And I stand by that," You said. "That's actually enjoyable. You don't enjoy reading this, you enjoy being clever enough to read this, when it's saying something you've heard a million times in a million more decipherable ways. And those ways end up being more beautiful, too.”

"Perhaps," she said. "Or maybe I think the writing is beautiful."

"Well then, I think you're crazy."

"You're welcome to do that," Cairo replied, smile still wide. "You probably will."

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You managed not to cave until a warmer day, about a week after that. Cairo Sweet had previously been a sweet exterior with absolutely nothing on the inside for you to feel a deep pull towards. Only now, after slowly becoming comfortable, was the magnetic pull becoming physically painful.

Winnie had been absolutely beside herself, miffed at Cairo coming down and swiping you for herself. For a friend or for something more, it didn't matter. You were indisputably hers. And after a life of belonging to no one, you thought maybe Cairo took some sort of glee over making you belong to her.

Class was boring, Mr. Miller was fine, your mom seemed to be doing better, and school seemed to drone on. So when you came back to Cairo's house like normal, you were entirely unaware of how quickly you would fail your mission.

You were barely in door before she was running down the stairs, and the look of worry and surprise in your face only worsened when she got so up close to you, just for a second, and then just as hungry and hurriedly as before, kissed you with a brutal ferocity.

You were taken aback. Something was off. You pulled your head away and Cairo's palms pressed to your cheeks, thumbs brushing against the side of your face. She pulled you back and you had to turn your head away. "Cairo, what—"

"Shut up for once, please. Just kiss me the way a girl wants to be kissed."

You could feel every neuron telling you to get away from her. This was exactly what you had said you didn't want. And then there was the other side of you. The one that wanted to take her right then and then. You swallowed.

"I can't do these kinds of connections, Cairo. I told you."

"That's fine," Cairo rushed, her hand resting on your shoulder blade now. "I need one thing from you, and that's it. I don't ask for much, but I really need this."

Your eyebrows furrowed at her. "What are you talking about?"

"You've said you don't want anything, and okay, that’s fine. At least give me your body for the night. No strings attached.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I don’t owe you anything, you don’t owe me. We just do whatever this is. You make me feel good, and that’s it.” Her fingers had slithered back up to your hair, scratching gently at your scalp in a way that pulled your focus.

It just took a final glance at her face, for the dam to break. Her cheeks were a dusty red, eyes dilated and staring at you, and though you cursed yourself and your idiot Cro-Magnon mind, your palms went to her legs, tugging her up harshly and wrapping her legs around your waist.

“Shit,” you muttered, highly aware this was probably a bad idea. Cairo wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you with a smile, and then once that broke, a passionate fervour. It was so much but it was so good. You carried her like that, up the stairs to her room, throwing her down on the bed.

She flipped you over, sitting on your lap like she had been back when the both of you first tried this, and it was all too intoxicating. Cairo’s hands went to your shoulders, pushing you back against the mattress before she leaned over, kissing you softly for a moment until it grew into more.

“Wait—” You said, and Cairo sat up, glaring at you.

“You did not get me all the way up here just to back out now,” said Cairo, annoyed beyond belief. You shook your head, tugging her back onto you. Her hair fell around you like a shield to your little private moment.

“I’m not backing out,” you promised, whispering because you felt like you didn’t want to be too loud. “I mean I’ve never … before.”

Cairo smiled at you, looking into your eyes for a moment. “Me neither,” she whispered back.

“Really?” you asked. Cairo raised her eyebrows.

“Fuck you.”

“No,” you shook your head, hand reaching up to move some of her hair out of her face. That wasn’t how you meant it. “…Really?”

She paused, eyes boring into yours. Then she gently nodded, and lowered herself down onto you, placing her lips on yours for another divine moment. It was all too hot in there. She let out a gasp when you tugged down her skirt.

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It was about five weeks after you had arrived, and you had gone to Cairo's house almost every week day, to continue exactly what had latched around your throat and tugged you harshly towards her.

There, in the milky white lighting of Cairo's table lamp, with her body snugly laying back against you and her book out in front of her, you fell in love for the first time. Really, fell in love.

Not the kind of "love" that swirls around your head as a child and wraps around the leg of the pretty girl in your class who has shiny hair. That kind of “love” where you can't get out a real sentence while talking to her. In comparison to the heavy feeling growing in your chest like a tumour, that was a mild liking.

No, this was the real thing. Adults had always said cryptic things about love, like "when you know, you'll know," and it hadn't ever really made sense, until it did.

As you looked down to watch her nose scrunch from the Nabokov, those three little words took on a whole new meaning. Her dark hair tickled the bare skin of your chest where she laid. Unlike her you still hadn't put your shirt back on, and you shivered a bit, even from under her blanket and her body heat. Her eyes, dark and focused, scanned across the paper, before elegantly flipping past the page with her thumb.

It was one of those renaissance paintings people cried for, in the Louvre, only it was playing out right in front of your eyes. And with that sudden rush of messy emotion, came the dastardly realisation that you were truly fucked.

"You're staring," she said, pulling you from your thoughts. She looked up at you, curious eyes focusing on your own. "What're you staring for?"

You shrugged, the movement shaking her against you. "What's the book you're reading?" You asked. "You seem mad at it."

She hummed, leaving her finger as a bookmark and flipping the cover towards you. The cover read Pale Fire. "That's because it's mostly incoherent rambling," she said. "Makes no sense."

You raised your eyebrows at her. "You don't understand Pale Fire?"

She tilted her head back, challenging you. “And you do?" You nodded. You had written a report during the two months you were in Maine. "Of course you do,” Cairo groaned, rolling her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

Cairo shook her head, patting the side of your leg with her free hand. “Nothing.”

You sat up. “No, seriously. What do you mean?”

She sighed, closing the book around her index finger to hold her page. Cairo shut her eyes for a second, choosing her words carefully. “I mean... you’re annoyingly clever at something you don’t really care about.”

You laughed. "Careful, Sweet. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous."

"Well, I am," said Cairo. "I care about writing so much, and here you come along with literally no passion for it, and you're out-writing me."

"Uh, sorry?" You said with a smile. But the frown you saw on her face told you she wasn't really joking. Cairo scoffed, sitting up and turning towards you.

"No, I'm serious. You barely even try and you spill some amazing few paragraphs, and Mr. Miller loves you like you're his favourite student," she lamented, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"I promise," you sighed, "that I really don't mean to. I don't get it either, so—"

"—See, but that's what's so frustrating!" She cut you off. "You don't mean to. You don't mean to get in my way, but you do because you're so unbelievably perfect at everything, and Mr. Miller loves you so much."

"Okay, wait a minute," you said. "That's not fair."

"What's 'not fair' is me working my ass off until senior year to get to do what I've ALWAYS wanted to do, WRITE, and then you come along and pull all the praise and probably the recommendation letter too!"

You sat there for a moment, taking her words in, your mouth open in surprise. There had always been an inkling that Cairo was unhappy with having you in her class, but you had drowned the thought out with her lips on yours and treasuring every moment you made her smile with something stupid you said.

You cleared your throat and Cairo was already apologising. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," she said, reaching towards you. "It's just so important to me, I get really worked up..."

"It's fine," you rushed. You knew people screamed and said nasty stuff when they were mad. It's just how people were, and it made sense to you. Your mom was like that too, with the yelling and stuff. "Do you..." you mumbled, trying to figure out how to solve her problem. "Do you want me to stop trying?" You asked.

Cairo's eyes lit up within an instant at the idea. "That would be amazing," she breathed. "Thank you so much." She reached across the space between you, kissing with a softness that hadn't previously been there. It was sweet, just like she was, and you breathed a sigh of relief, with the confrontation being over.

You nodded. "Sure." Then your gaze went out the window, realising the sun was starting to set and rain clouds were starting to form. Your hand flew to your leg, having forgotten you were only in your underwear.

"You left it downstairs, remember?" Cairo said, almost playful. When the two of you had gotten to her house, her lips had been so firmly ravaging your neck that your pants hadn't even made it up the stairs before she tugged them off and flung them to the marble bust that stood nearby. You sighed.

"Do you know what time it is?" You asked, getting up from the bed and around to the other side to pick your shirt up off the floor. Cairo also got up, throwing the sheets off herself and walking right over to her closet.

"No, I left my phone at school on accident," she replied, opening the door and flicking through the hangers. You pulled the shirt on over your head and fixed the soft collar. On the opposite side of the room, Cairo pulled out the same cream-coloured dress she had been wearing when you first came to study with her. You paused.

"You're getting all fancy?" You asked, turning to her floor mirror and attempting to fix your absolutely messy hair in a way that it wouldn't be clear Cairo had run her hands through it and gripped on tight.

"Mhm," Cairo said. "Having a guest over tonight."

"Oh. They work with your parents or something?" You said, turning to watch her with curiosity over her answer. Cairo pulled off her shirt so that she was now completely naked. She turned back to you with a smile.

"Do you like what you see?" said Cairo, and it made you blush a bit. You nodded.

"You're absolutely beautiful," you said. If you weren't worried about getting home before dinner, you would have walked right over to her and tugged her back into her bed. Cairo waved you off.

"You're too kind," she said. "Now run on home, lover boy." Cairo disappeared into the bathroom with the dress in her hand, and you heard her rustling around with the sink, probably doing her makeup.

"I... I guess I'll see you, then," you said, left alone in the room.

"Mhm," she called from the bathroom. You frowned, but did a final scan for anything you needed to take before heading out her bedroom door and down the stairs, to where your jeans were clumsily thrown over the Roman statue's head. You tugged your phone and keys from the pocket.

"Fuck," you cursed. Only around thirty minutes to get the whole way across town to your house before your mom started worrying. You walked right over to the door... only to find it was also pouring down rain, now. Dammit. You tugged on your jacket from where it had been hanging on a steel coatrack by the door, pulling the hood up.

You walked out onto the porch, shut the door behind you, and took off running, going as fast as you could down the garden and then up the street into the woods. You got about a hundred metres from her house, that was, until you stopped.

Driving right past you, barely able to see him in the storm, was Mr. Miller. Driving right to Cairo's house in his little sedan. You froze, stopping dead in the rain to watch him go. Even after his license plate retreated in the distance, you felt a sickening sense of dread begin to pool in your gut, one that was already tarnishing your prior bliss.

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part three perhaps? i also have a tara carpenter one in the works and a lorraine day that's mostly done so hopefully i'll be updating more frequently

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #cairo sweet x reader #cairo sweet #miller's girl #letorip #jenna #jenna ortega imagine

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bobbin-buckley · 2 months

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So Lonely In Her Mansion

Cairo Sweet x Writer!Fem!Reader

Summary: She’s so lonely in her mansion, so she calls you over

Warnings: Wine drinking, cigarettes mentioned, heavy make-out & and implied smut near the end

y/e/c: Your eye color

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“Y/n..can you call me back? I miss you..”

“It’s so lonely in my mansion..”

Your breath hitches.

Listening to her voicemail sent shivers down your spine.

Cairo rarely called, texted or even voice-mailed you. She was really just an independent woman. She didn’t have many friends, and her parents were gone on business trips every month.

But in this case she seems sooo lonely she called you. You!

You of all people, you’re surprised she called you and not her friend Winnie Black, even if they ghosted each other.

Yet she called you

After hearing this, her voice sounds so..solitary..maybe even desperate..

She obviously really needed the company, needed you to accompany her. You picked up your phone again, pulling up the call button and pressing it.

The call is quickly answered by her. It almost seems like she was staring at her phone while she waited for you to call her back.

“Hey…I miss you..”

Her voice sounds soft. You could hear her sigh on the other end, she sounded bored. You smiled a bit when you heard her voice, chuckling a bit at her sigh.

“..hey Cairo. I miss you too..”

You did, you did miss her. The both of you only had one or two classes together, it being English and Spanish..

She was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. She was obviously nervous..talking to you.

“I would really like to see you right now, it’s so lonely here..can you come over?”

You smiled, feeling wanted for once in your life, “yeah, I can.” “Good.”

Cairo was excited..yet calm about it. She hasn’t had anytime to talk with you, she’s been dealing with her own problems. Neither of you had much in common, it was a surprise when she asked for your number a few days ago…

“Alright, on my way…see you in five.”

“I’ll be waiting..”

Cairo lived in a Mansion. She was rich, her parents were lawyers, and gone most of the time. You’ve never been to her house, but you just new where she lived..I mean how could you miss it? It’s a huge mansion. Even if it does live in the woods..it isn’t hard to find. The large building almost reminded you like a movie.

The front gate slowly opened and you eased your car past it, her front yard was pretty. A beautiful landscape with a fountain.

Once you pulled in, you noticed her.

She was standing right outside the front door on the last step of the stairs. She was wearing a grey silky dress that made her cleavage pretty visible, her dark brunette hair was a bit ruffled, brown eyes piercing your e/c.

She looked so ethereal

You stepped out of your car with your bag, walking in the rain to get to her. She watched your every move like a tiger, she seemed so glad you were here.

She looks at your features, she’s never been this close to you before. Yeah you have class together, but you sit far back as she sits in the front.

“You came.”

“You called.”

You smiled, and she smiled.

“Come in, it’s cold and rainy..”

She grasped your hand gently and brought you inside, as you walked in it was definitely so aesthetic…

The green wallpaper, dark brown wood floors, perfect minimum lighting. You could tell this Mansion really gives her inspiration.

She brought you into her living room, it was pretty big. Maybe twice the size of your living room.

It had large vertical windows with big green curtains, a big fireplace on the opposite wall and it was on, a bookshelf of many books, a grand piano in the corner of the room and a massive leather couch which Cairo sat on

She patted the spot next to her. You approached her and sat down in that spot, facing her. You watched her grab the wine bottle and pour some in two separate glasses, handing you one.

“Are you cold?” She glanced at you again, sipping her wine.

You smile and take the glass, drinking a small sip before answering, “not really, the fire is helping.” The fire was spewing a nice orange from the wood.

“That’s good, I want you to be comfortable.”

You nod in agreement, looking around the room once again. “I see where you get such inspiration,” “definitely, this is my favorite room in the mansion.” She glances around the room too.

“Do you also write? Like scripts, novels and stuff?” “Anything really, though I enjoy mainly script writing.” She smiles, watching your lips as you talk.

“Have you had the chance of adapting them into a film?” “Eh, I don’t have that much confidence in my writing.” You paused, sipping more wine. “Which reminds me.”

You sat down the wine glass, turning to your bag and grabbing out a bunch of papers. Cairo watches as you open the bag, curious. But she’s excited to see what you’ve brought.

You set down the papers on her lap, “these are some of the scripts I wrote that I’d like for you to read.”

She’s a bit astonished at your words as she glances the papers in her lap. She’s never been asked or given the privilege of reading someone else’s work, especially in person with them. And she’s excited.

She sets her wine glass aside, picking up the papers and starts to view through em’. Her facial expression changes, she’s amazed at your work. Admiring how you write really pulls her in.

“I-it’s not much but..” “I didn’t know you could write so well,” she cuts you off. “It’s very good Y/N, really.”

Her eyes were glued to your papers, she seems really intrigued. Her brown eyes were sparkling with delight.

You shrug at her words. “I’m telling the truth, really. I think you should put these in a film.” She finishes looking at the scripts, sighing a bit.

“What is it?”

She glanced back at you, looking in your eyes. “Can I ask something..a little personal?”

She seems a little nervous now, you can tell by her body language. Her hands are fidgety, tapping her foot on the hard wood floor, eyes searching for something in yours.

“I suppose.”

Cairo’s eyes lit up a bit, taking a deep breath before asking her question.

“Why aren’t you in a relationship?”

The question caught you off guard, you didn’t expect this. I mean- coming from Cairo you’d think she wasn’t so nervous about it.

Your eyebrow furr, “should I be in one?” “Well, you seem like you need one. You’re just so beautiful and..talented, sweet, real discreet, but most of all your personality is..well you.”

She gets a bit closer to you now

You blushed, “y-you think I’m all those things?”

Cairo stares directly into your eyes, blushing a deep crimson red. The wine getting into her system, and you as well.

“You are one of the most loveliest women I’ve ever met. I seriously have never met someone as endearing as you. You’re just…perfect.”

Perfect

She described you as perfect

She bites her lower lip, waiting for your response. Your gaze had softened at her words, blushing even more.

“I- I don’t know what to say..” you chuckled.

“I’m just being honest Darling…”

Placing a hand on your forearm, creasing your skin with her delicate fingers. That you noticed had black nail polish and..her hands are very..well- manly..

“Thank you..”

“You’re welcome, I’m really just telling the truth.”

She moves some hair out of her face, leaning closer to you. She smiles more and the both of you are getting hot under the collar, the wine was definitely getting to you.

“You’re..gorgeous too..”

She grins, her dimples being very visible. She trails her hand down to your waist, giving it a small squeeze.

“You’re so sweet. You’ve made my night by coming over..”

“It’s not like I had anything better to do.”

“Still..you could’ve been doing anything else. You could have said no and continued your evening alone..yet you chose to come here.”

“Well you called, and I can’t say no.”

She laughs a bit, her hand playing with your hair. “You’re so funny. You could have rejected and did something else… but again you came here. Now you’re mine for the whole evening.”

You start to lean closer to her too. She can’t help but grin more as she notices how you want this too. Cupping your jaw and rubbing your cheek, her other arm around your neck playing with the back hairs. Her eyes have never left yours as she gets closer.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Her eyes are now filled with lust, she really wants you she wants you so bad. She pulls you closer, her lips hovering near yours. You could smell the wine from her breath, maybe even cigarettes.

Cairo’s lips finally meet yours, pulling you down on-top of her as her back hits the couch, your hands on either side of her head.

You feel your body pressed against hers, as her other arm wraps around your neck. She kisses you with deep passion, the thumping of your heart beating faster as you both become intertwined in this kiss. Her lips feel so warm, tasting that sweet wine and tone of cigarettes. She is really showing a side of her you've never seen before.

Her other arm that's around your neck starts slowly making its way down to your chest, groping it. She's kissing you so aggressively, not wanting this to end and she's starting to get really hot and passionate with you. You can feel her warmth as her body presses against yours. You notice how tight the grip she has on you, she wants to keep you close to her. Her legs wrap around you now, she wants you close. She wants you so badly

Her tongue slips in, twirling around with yours. The hand on your chest is now tight on your neck, not squeezing but keeping you more in place. You groan into her mouth, sending a sharp sensation down her hot body.

After about a good five minutes of shoving tongues done one another throats, she pulls back catching her breath and strains of saliva on her lips. Your breath is heavy, blushing so hard at the sight below you.

Her cheeks are flushed, eye fucking you, arms still tight on your neck, and mouth gaped open. “You’re a good kisser.” “You too.”

She laughs, “the wine is really getting to us..cause I’m still so desperate for more.”

“Same..”

Cairo smirks, that same desire still in her eyes. You know whatever she’ll do next she won’t hold back.

She starts to kiss your cheek, down to your jaw then neck. She whispers into your ear for a moment; “I wanna fuck you so bad…”

Your face heats up, and she stared into your eyes with just pure lust.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She grabs your hand and brings it down to her womanhood, continuing to kiss your neck.

She swims back up to your lips, kissing your passionately as she grinds a bit on your hand.

“..I wanna be yours..” she mutters against your lips. “You will be.”

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Yippie! New post!

I actually liked this one

And I’ll take any requests!

#jenna ortega #cairo sweet #Cairo sweet x fem #jenna ortega x fem!reader #Millers girl #wlw

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itskattkm · 4 months

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The air in my lungs

Chapter 5

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A stroke of fate changes you and leads you into the arms of Cairo Sweet. Will she be your downfall or save you?

Warnings: 18+, SMUT AHEAD! Grief, loss of a parent, Injuries, Smoking, Trauma, anxiety, sexual content, student x teacher mentioned, harm, blackmailing, bad grammar

A/N: Based and inspired by Millers Girl. Mr. Miller himself isn’t really present but will be mentioned. Hope you guys enjoy.

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When Cairo was home she was lying in her her empty bathtub full of pillows standing a few meters away from her bed.

She watched a spider crawling on the ceiling and couldn’t stop thinking about your lips. Everytime she closed her eyes she sighed and felt her own lips tingling. Reminding her self how soft and good your lips felt while you were sharing the rest of the smoke and tasting each other’s mouth. She touched her neck, still feeling your firm grip around it. Oh how bad she wanted to be caressed by you, kissed by you on places she was feeling the need of being touched. She wanted to feel your lips on her chest… no. If she would be honest with herself, she wanted to feel your lips down there. She could feel her clit throbbing and pulse while she started to think about it with her eyes still closed.

She was lying in the bathtub only wearing her oversized shirt. She began to caress her tight with her fingertips. Feeling a tingle coming from her clit. Her slip getting soaked already when she imagined your lips tracing kisses down her inner tights before you would kiss her cunt deeply. The way you would probably tease her with your tongue while doing a slow and long lick through her pussy. She began to breath heavy, considering if she should touch herself or not. Craving for you to touch her and please her. But you weren’t here… and she couldn’t help herself anymore and needed to release some of the tension that was build up over the last two days and the short moment between you two in the woods.

So she took a deep breath and leaned her head back before slipping her hand into her slip. She was surprised by her own wetness. She usually never masturbated. Sure she touched her self once… out of curiosity and to help her writing about the ‚experience‘. But never did she felt the urge before to mover her fingers into her throbbing cunt because she felt the need to. The urge to. And that because of you. A classmate. A girl named y/n. She felt slightly hurt in her honour If she could say it like that. She was to pride to admit such things.

But here she was. Circling her one finger around her clit while thinking it would have been you. You lying on top of her. She wanted to feel your bodyweight on hers. Oh how bad she wanted you and couldn’t have you. She thought frustrated while she started to lose control, so she just went for it. She pushed her finger into the soaked cunt, she gasped. Feeling her hips bucking up out of Intension. She was shocked about the fact how tight she was. That was your fault. And that made her breath heavier. She felt mad. Mad because you did this to her and didn’t seemed to care about it. It should have been your finger instead of her own. Moving in till she met her knuckles. It felt like it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t sure if she could feel the pleasure of a orgasm by herself. The anger began to rise inside of her. She was breathing loud now while moving her finger slightly faster in and out. But it wasn’t enough. She didn’t felt satisfied at all. She stopped moving abrupt. She opened her eyes. She wanted to see your face… wanted to look into your eyes. Instead she saw the dark wooden ceiling. The spider she saw before was now gone.

She pulled her finger out and sat up. Her chest rising and her heart pushing hard against her chest. It was like her heart was screaming and trying to escape the jail made of bones, flesh, blood and skin.

She was holding herself up on the edge of the bathtub. Her gaze fell towards her hand she had been using, only to see the spider crawling along the edge. She was deep in thoughts when suddenly the ring of the doorbell was getting her out of it. She got up fast and cleaned her self before going down all the way through the mansion to open the door for…

“Winnie?” She said surprised. Her friend grinning wide while popping the lollipop she was licking on. Her long brown waved hair falling all over her shoulders. Cairo sighed loud and looked cold at Winnie saying “Can you help me?” Cairo asked, her hunger for y/n making her impatient now. “I… really need you to help me right now…” Cairo said with a little desperation in her voice now. She wasn’t going to tell that she, well… some sort of tried or, no she indeed was masturbating but without the luck of being pleased by that. She didn’t wanted to tell Winnie. She would probably laugh at her or even worse… would see what kind of a weak mess Cairo was. Because of you.

“Why? What Happened? Oh! And how were things with Y/n?” Asked Winnie wit a dirty grin and entered Cairos mansion.

“Terrible.” Cairo whispered, having lost all her patience now and feeling her hunger for you growing. “I want to see her again but I don’t know how to make her come back to me.” Cairo said in a little desperation now. “Please… I don’t know what to do. I have this feeling. I can’t tell if it’s love or just pure lust. I just want her to come back to me.” Cairo said, now with a little bit of panic in her voice. “I really need you to help me now, Winnie.”

There was something in Cairos eyes that made feel Winnie slightly scared. Wich only told her that her best friend was being dead serious. “Damn… what happened?” She asked attentive while following her upstairs to her bedroom. “She just left me now!” Cairo said. “She said I said the wrong thing and then she just left.” Cairo said, her hunger for you becoming really hard to control now. “I really don’t know what to do.” Cairo said with a little anger at y/n inside her and desperation in her voice. “Does she know how hungry I am for her?” Cairo asked now in a very low, hungry and desperate voice. “I want to be with her right now. Please, Winnie. I need her.”

Winnie sat down pretty speechless on the edge of Cairos bed and watched her. This was a whole different Cairo she was used to “please from the begging… I don’t understand what you’re talking about” she said in a calm tone since Cairo was pretty loaded.

Cairo sighed a little and told Winnie her whole story, even going into details such as her crush on you and the cigarettes of course. And she told Winnie how she wanted you so badly and couldn’t do anything about it anymore. “I’m so hungry for her.” Cairo said with a trembling voice now. “Winnie, please. Is there any way to get her back?” Cairo asked, feeling scared right now. “I really don’t want her to leave me like this.”

Winnie looked speechless at Cairo

“Fuck y/n really knows what shes doing… and your stupid ass said seriously ‘But I need those cigarettes’? Girl you better say the right thing next time. Do you even understand the hints she was giving you?” Said Winnie and made a bit of fun of Cairo before glaring at her for being so stupid.

“I… I don’t know. I… I just wanted to say something so she didn’t find me easy. That’s why I talked about the cigarettes.” Cairo said while looking a little ashamed on her face. Did you hate her now? Was y/n angry with her? Cairo wished she could have just said the right thing. But she was so hungry over you at this point that she felt like she couldn’t think straight anymore.

Winnie looked at her with a tilted head

“The cigarettes gave you what you wanted… that was y/n…. But she also tried to use them to get you girl! When she said you need a diffrent addiction she was talking about herself!” She sighed dramatically and shook her head

So many hints. So many signs and Cairo was messing it up pretty good. Cairo felt her heart skipping a beat with everything Winnie was saying right now. Was she really that stupid? She couldn’t believe how she missed this. But yet, she was so surprised that she could have missed y/n intentions behind those words. “Wait… so y/n likes me back?” Cairo asked now in a very excited way. “Please tell me it’s true… please. Cause I defiantly have a crush on her and didn’t dared to do anything.”

“She’s flirting so hard with you girl… crush or smash, I don’t know but she wants you. And you better act right the next time! Screw those fucking cigarettes said Winnie while she was the one who made Cairo even a smoker. “So She’s indeed flirting with me??” Cairo asked, her body feeling so excited and her mind feeling so confused right now. But that made this hunger she felt inside her for y/n grow so much more. Cairo knew she wanted y/n now, she knew she had to fight back her desires and take you right now with a clear mind. But how could she achieve that if she couldn’t really tell what you wanted right now? “But what do you mean with “Act right”? Y/n knows I like cigarettes for sure…”Cairo said, her mind now going crazy over wanting you so badly.

“Next time you’ll understand. And you better get laid by that hot girl with her scars on the back… I want some dirty tea next time” Winnie said serious. “I will…” Cairo whispered, feeling her body become more excited now. She felt so stupid that she had missed those hints you gave her. All this time she was so confused and overwhelmed because there was way too much tension. “I’m gonna have to use everything to get her next time.” Cairo said with a teasing smile now. “I’m gonna get my sweet dirty tea next time Winnie.”

The next day it was raining pretty heavy, there was also a thunder making the earth tremble. Hot summer thunderstorms. She loved it. The rain was heavy and loud. Watched it from the canopy she was standing under, at the back of the school. Leaned on the building, watching steam rising from the concrete. Showing how hot it was and how the nature tried to cool down itself. She was taking a deep hint on her cigarette, like always she was the first one at the schools land. She watched some teachers parking their cars before disappearing in the building. Her body began to relax. Her mind felt lighter than the last few hours.

But the more she thought about calming down she felt her anxiety grow more and more now, especially due to the rain and thunder. The idea that you could find her anytime was scary, but also so desirable at the same time. “I really want my sweet y/n.” Cairo whispered, her body not able to hold it anymore now. As she smoked her cigarette, she was able to feel her anxiety calm down a little, however, it now became a different kind of anxiety. What if you saw her again? What if y/n thought she was stupid and hated her now for what she said?

“I love rain…” Cairo almost twitched when she recognized you in the corner of her eyes. “I rather enjoy it from home…” you added without looking at her, instead you watched the rain. Cairo’s heart skipped a beat. “Y/n…” Cairo whispered while her eyes grew wide, her body becoming so excited that you still cared about her somehow. She wasn’t angry at you, that’s what all this fear inside her had caused her to think. But now this was all gone, and she didn’t want to waste a single second to have you with her right now. “Y/n…” Cairo said calmly now, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes while trying to collect herself now. “I need you y/n.” Cairo whispered, her body growing so hungry for you.

A smile appeared on your lips, you leaned on the wall right beside her and watched her fingers, eyes fixated on the cigarette between her fingers. Cairo looked down at her cigarette with a little smile on her face now as she looked at you. She let the cigarette fall down now and stomped on it with her foot to turn it off. She wanted to kiss y/n so badly right now, but she also felt like it might be a little too intense now. It was still early in the morning and Cairo wanted to show you a different side of her first. But that didn’t stop the hunger from growing inside her right now of course which she couldn’t hide.

“And..?” You whispered looking at the destroyed cigarette under Cairos foot. “And….” Cairo whispered, not wanting to say it just yet. It was too early for this, at least that was what she tried telling herself now. But you were looking at her with such desire and lust in the eyes, which made it almost impossible for her to say no. Suddenly she took your hand and looked at you with the deepest desire she had ever felt even. “I want you. So badly. Right now.” Cairo whispered, her body feeling so craving for you now.

“Good answer” you whispered low and pushed her quickly against the wall before kissing her hard. Feeling goosebumps all over your body. While your body couldn’t decide if it felt hot or cold now. Cairo felt her body turn so hot with just a single touch of your lips on hers, it was insane. It almost felt like her whole heart was burning inside her. All other feelings disappeared right now and she wanted you more than anything. “I need you y/n. I need this.” Cairo whispered in the middle of the kiss and pulled you closer to her, wanting to feel your body against her body as much as possible now.

“Come with me” you whispered heavy against her lips and took Cairos hand while walking towards your car. It was Parked near the woods. Following you to your car, her heart pounded hard now. She couldn’t believe that she was finally gonna taste you, to feel your lips and your body. Cairo could barely contain her emotions from just feeling your fingers on hers. “I… am just so hungry for you.” Cairo whispered in your ear now, her voice low and quiet as her eyes looked into y/n. “Can we go somewhere private y/n? Can I finally see you in a place where nobody will notice?” Cairo asked with a teasing tone while also being so incredibly excited right now.

You both were getting soaked by the rain while running towards y/n car. You couldn’t help but smile a bit cheeky when she said she was hungry for you… and the fact that she wanted to be alone with you now? You felt your heart racing like crazy. You couldn’t believe that you were having all those crazy moments with Cairo Sweet. And what was about to come would be unforgettable.

You opened the passenger door for Cairo so she could sit down in your car. The rain felt so good on your body. Even tho you were already completely wet, it cooled down your body and made the moment feel so much more intense. When you sat down in the car and looked at her you recognized that the windows of your car had been already completely steamed by the hot air.

“My place or yours?” You asked with a soft tone. Looking at her with admiration. You couldn’t enjoy her beauty after swimming class a two days ago. So you took your time. Watching the raindrops falling from her wet hair, sliding down along her beautiful face. That sharp jaw you wanted to place soft kisses on. Her long lashes making her dark eyes almost look like they were black. Your mind was drifting off, getting lost in her beauty. “Y-your place?” Cairo whispered with her voice shaking, her heart beating so fast right now. Her body felt so hot from just seeing you. She wanted you to touch her so badly. But she felt so nervous now that she was about to see you in a private place. “I… I can’t really have anyone come home right now.” Cairo said while blushing a little, her body feeling so hot right now. But she couldn’t wait anymore. “let’s go to your place.” Cairo whispered seductively.

You nodded and turned on the car to drive back home. You were starting to feel nervous for like the really first time now. You can’t remeber feeling like that for a long time. After the accident and your new way of living you stopped caring about many things. You became numb to a few things which made it easier for you to have fun and worry less. But Cairo Sweet. Let’s say you didn’t though that bold move of you back then, who was supposed to just caught her of guard and make her realize that you wouldn’t allow her or anyone else to be mean to you… yeah… that changed a few things. Before the accident you always thought she was beautiful and somehow cute but she used to scare you also. But that one interaction? The kiss that was coming from you… just to make a statement? You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You couldn’t ignore what you felt deep down. You couldn’t ignore that you enjoyed the teasing and flirting you both had. You couldn’t ignore the fact that you liked being around her. After a 15 minute drive that was quiet and slightly awkward, you made it to your home. You parked in the Garage, getting out of the car and opened the door for Cairo.

“My dad is working till 3 pm so we have the whole day for us…” you said quite shy now while taking Cairos hand and leading her through the small house you lived in. It was initiated pretty modern but also cozy, but you were sure it couldn’t be compared to the big mansion Cairo lived in. You walked slowly upstairs with her, walking past family photos that were hanging on the wall.

Soon you reached the second floor and opened the door to your bedroom, hearing a strong thunder outside, followed by a lightning. What a dramatic entrance you thought nervous. You let go of Cairos hand and let her check out your bedroom while closing the door behind you. Your bedroom was cold. Thank god Cairo thought cause the heat wave outside was getting dangerous. The blinds were down while your window was opened. The thunderstorm started to create a cold breeze wich was floating through your bedroom now. Making both of you feel somehow relieved. You turned on the small lamp on your drawer since the dark clouds outside made it pretty dark in here.

Cairo couldn't wait right now. There was nothing she wanted more in her whole life than to have you right now. Being with you alone in that cozy bedroom made her anxiety grew more and more right now. What if your Dad would came home suddenly? But that didn't matter. She trusted your words and got lost in the details in your bedroom. It was pretty clean and basic. Only two Posters of your favorite movies were on the wall, framed. Another frame with many Polaroids of you and your family? Friends? She felt somehow safe and comfortable in your bedroom. Sure you didn’t lived in a mansion like her. Her bathroom alone had the size of your bedroom. But it was enough. For people with a well amount of money it was a big bedroom. She couldn’t help and look at the Polaroids, you had a few with your mother, she assumed. Your mother that died, in a car crash you barely survived and took scars from it as Cairo remembered. She felt somehow different now. She couldn’t quite explain it.

“I… kinda have a thing for Polaroids” you said in such a soft and kind tone that Cairo could feel that you were smiling without even looking at you. Cairo moved her head to the side. Y/n standing beside her and looking at the frame full of Polaroids. “It’s like holding memories in your han-“ you both stoped mid sentence. Looking at each other and smiling shyly.

“Exactly” you whispered and looked at Cairo with admiration. You swallowed hard before moving your hand up to her face, you hesitated, feeling nervous, but you kept going and moved a wet hair strand out of her face, before fixing her bags so gently, you barely touched her. There was a smile on Cairos lips you haven’t seen before. It wasn’t lust… it wasn’t desire. It was something diffrent. Something way more intimate than you could ever imagined.

You caressed her cheek with your fingertips. Seeing the reflection of the dimmed light from your lamp in her eyes. Both of you were soaked. Even tho the water cooled you both down… you wanted to get rid of them. You slowly moved your fingertips down her neck, towards her collarbone before helping her to take of her black sweatshirt. Now her upper body was exposed and you could see her beautiful light skin, wich only emphasized the black laced bra she was wearing.

Your eyes were watching every inch of Cairo Sweets beautiful body. Cairo felt so happy, you were taking care of her so slowly and gently. Her stomach was jumping as you started to take off her sweatshirt. She felt so incredibly hungry for you right now and so close to you like never before. Carefully you touched her stomach. Your hand moving slowly in a sensual way around her waist. Feeling how cooled down her skin was because of the rain. You pulled her closer and felt her nose brushing yours while you kept looking down.

“Is this okay my dear?” You whispered and moved your hand a bit lower. Your finger moving under the band of her shorts. Cairo nodded, making your noses brush again while whispering “yes”. The next moment Cairos shorts fell to the ground, her hands made her way towards your hips. She moved her hands under your white shirt, taking it off while you tried to get rid of your hot pants. The moment you both were only standing in front of each other in underwear you leaned in and placed your lips softly on her neck. Your hands resting on her hips. Holding her firm.

"Please y/n... I need you." Cairo whispered now, as her body was craving you like nothing else now. Her body was so hungry for you. Cairo's stomach was jumping inside her now. She couldn't wait. Every time you kissed Cairo's neck, or even just touched her now, Cairo started to feel her blood boil even more. It started to get hot in your room now. The thunder was still growling while a slight breeze flew by through your opened window. This was beyond her imagination. It didn’t quite felt like lust and desire anymore. It felt diffrent, somehow way more intimate that she could ever imagined or write down. She just wanted you to do whatever you wanted with her right now. She wanted to get lost in you.

In a wave of passion that flood through your body you picked her up. Holding tight on her tights wich made Cairo wrap her legs around your hips. Since she was almost a head smaller then you it was pretty easy to hold her like that. You breathed heavy against her neck before laying her down in your bed. Your lips meeting hers immediately. You never though that being close to someone like that would make you feels so good in so many ways. Your arms were resting beside her shoulders while you held yourself up, above her body. Kissing her with heavy breaths. Feeling the sensation of her soft wet lips touching yours again and again.

Cairo Sweet was indeed sweet, a drug you came addicted to, the first time your lips met hers.

She couldn't believe this. She's never felt this way before. She laid down on your bed with a soft sigh as you kissed her deeply like this. Cairo was so eager now, her hunger for you was bigger than anything else. You could do anything you wanted with Cairo now, and she definitely wanted you to make her feel everything she's ever needed in her life right now. She didn’t had to write about it anymore or dream about it… trying to please her self while her thoughts were by you. She had you now. You were right here and gave her what she needed… what she was carving for since the first time your lips met hers.

She began to feel the weight of your body on top of hers. One of your hands moving around her neck while kissing her so slow and sensual it made loose Cairo her mind.

Your mouth opened and she felt your hot breath against her lips while you made your lips brush hers. You were asking for her permission and she gave you that by opening her mouth. You kissed her passionately. Your tongue exploring her mouth. Cairo moaned slightly and reflected your movements.

Cairo felt her body grow more and more excited with every touch from you now. Cairo was so ready for y/n now. She wanted you to take her in anyway you wanted right now. She didn't mind letting you decide how her body should be explored as you had always seemed so confident and so beautiful even before this. "Please y/n... take me. I am so ready for you. Take me however you want me right now." Cairo begged, her eyes full of desire for you at this point. Her clit was throbbing so hard at this point. She couldn’t even compare it to the way she felt yesterday in her bedroom.

“Is this your first time?” You whispered after breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes.

Cairo began to feel nervous at this point but she decided to be honest "Yes y/n" she whispered softly with her eyes locked with yours. "I've never had anyone touch me like this. I want you to be my first." Cairo admitted with a lot of desire and love? for you in her voice right now. I nodded quietly before kissing her slowly and sensual. Cairo's eyes filled with anxiety now as she felt your lips going down on her neck. She felt it everywhere on her body. She felt like she couldn't wait anymore now. "Y/n..." Cairo whispered, feeling somehow scared?

“It’s okay…” you whispered soothing into her ear before kissing her cheek soft, placing down kisses along her jaw. While your hand caressed the side of her body. Their body’s were still wet from the rain. The skin of each other felt cold, but they also felt the heat rising their body’s were producing. Y/n hands moved so smooth along Cairos wet tights while kissing her chest.

So soft… so gently. This was beyond what Cairo had imagined. She wasn’t even thinking about the hard stuff she was used to write. This was so much better. It felt so much more intense. The way you caressed her tight made her almost shiver. Her clit was still throbbing and pulsing like crazy.

In a smooth way you had put the fabric of Cairos slip between your fingers, pulling it slowly down. You sat up, on your knees in front of her. Cairo raised her legs slightly so you could take her slip off easily. While doing that your eyes lingered on her reaction. You saw her breathing heavy but she still seemed so calm. There was a light in her eyes you could get lost in forever. Her lips looked slightly wet, just by looking at them you felt your own tingling.

The moment you removed her slip and let it fall beside your bed you had put your hands on her slightly closed legs. Cairo was watching every move of your hands, so she didn’t even noticed that you watched her face expression instead. Slowly you moved your hands up to her knees. You could see her pupils getting bigger the moment you opened her legs just to place your body between them. You could swear she gasped but Cairo Sweet was also pretty good in hiding her expressions. You held back a smirk before reaching for a blanket and putting it above the both of you.

Another growl came from the thunder outside. The light of the lightning strikes through your bedroom, when you leaned over Cairo and your eyes met hers. You had goosebumps now. The cold was noticeable. But the heat of our body’s was even more present.

You brushed your nose slightly against Cairos

Whispering “relax my dear” before kissing her cheek gently, then her jaw and then her neck. You had found your favorite spot, Cairos neck. It was so soft and warm. You could feel her pulse when your lips touched it. With pure love you kissed her neck slow, your tongue meeting her skin. Love. So that was the word that came now into your mind? You sighed into too her neck in pleasure. Giving her hot open mouthed kisses, biting her slight when it was getting to much for yourself.

A moan escaped Cairo and her heart began beating as even harder now as you took care of her like this. She felt so warm all of the sudden, and even though she was only in her bra, she didn't felt cold at all anymore. She could enjoy you touching her like this without having to worry about anything else. You were everything she could want, everything she could dream of and more right now. She wanted you so badly that she could feel her chest trembling under your touch. "Y/n... I'm yours. I want to be yours completely." Cairo whispered with a hoarse voice while kissing you deeply back.

You then kissed her gently and whispered into her ear “you’ll be my first too” before kissing her chest and moving down to her breasts.

Cairo's eyes widened once she heard y/n words. "R-really y/n?" Cairo asked while her eyes grew wider now. If you were actually being serious right now, that made everything the two of them were gonna do now even more real and even more exciting. But Cairo also felt so incredibly safe right now. You had taken care of her, and now you were gonna be her first. Cairo knew exactly what was gonna happen now, but couldn't contain her excitement that y/n was actually gonna be her first. And she will be yours. “Thank you…” Cairo whispered almost not audible.

“No… I need to thank you” you whispered and bit slight into her breast that was covered in the thin black laced bra she was wearing. A slight moan escaped her,

“Thank you… for making me feel alive again”. You whispered husky

And then Cairo began to remembered about the awful car crash you barely survived. About your dead mother and about the scars on your back. Cairo's heart was beating hard once you mentioned that she had made you feel alive again. "I've never felt this way before y/n. You are my everything right now." Cairo whispered while letting you feel her love for you and making you feel like they were the only two people in this world right now. She wanted you to feel so safe right now, she wanted you to know how important being safe and loved was to her right now. "Let's do this y/n... make me yours." Cairo whispered with a soft smile, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon at all.

You looked up at her and stopped kissing her covered breast. Your eyes met hers. You looked at her and felt like melting right in her arms. You felt so good… so safe… so comfortable. Cairo moved slightly before looking at you with her head tilted. One hand rested on your back while the other moved with her fingers through your hair. Moving it to the side so she could appreciate your face. She was holding your hair between her fingers and caressed the scalp of your head. Your eyes wandered to the hand she had on your back. Where she was caressing one of your scars along your left shoulder blade. You began to have goosebumps. Feeling so relaxed and somehow loved?

You slowly looked back to Cairo, she had a tiny smile. Almost invisible but you saw it in the way the corners of her mouth moved up.

You immediately moved back up and kissed her hard. Making her gasp for air. Cairo felt her whole body shaking right now, unable to contain herself anymore as your hand moved slowly down her stomach, coming closer to her lower part of the body.

You breathed heavy against her lips while she moved her arms around your back. Holding you close. Your fingers slid slowly between her folds. You slightly bit your own lip, feeling how soaked she was already. Making your self feel turned on as well. “please..." Cairo whispered now, her eyes growing even wider now as you began to move your fingers in circles around her throbbing clit. A moan escaped Cairo and you decided to not play around for long. You went for it. Your fingertip teasing her wet cunt. Making you breath harder and burry your face in Cairos neck. "Y/n... I'm... I'm... gonna explode." Cairo said, her breath becoming more and more rapid. You smiled into the crook of her neck and kissed her before biting slight into her skin while moving your finger slowly inside her. You felt her nails in your back and breathed even heavier “so tight…” you whispered. You couldn’t help it.

It was turning you on in so many ways and the fact you were doing this with Cairo Sweet. The moment those words left your lips you could feel Cairos walls around your finger getting even tighter if this was even possible. You went deeper and deeper penetrating her with the full size of your finger. But you were craving for more. You began to move your finger slowly in and out. Feeling Cairo getting more and more aroused with every move. She started breathing heavier. Almost panting.

You kissed soft her pulse before asking

“Are you okay?” To check on her. She moaned a quiet “yes” with a slight pitched voice when you moved your finger back inside of her slowly. She was gripping your biceps tight. “Tell me if it hurts” you whispered seductive before adding another finger. She was so tight you struggled to penetrate her almost. But she was so soaked in her wetness… it made it easier than it should have. Cairo didn't even react to the feeling right now right away as she was still trying to contain how good this was feeling in general. She was so hungry for you. And now she could finally, finally have you and make herself feel pleasure like never before. After a few moments though her body reacted and Cairo started breathing loud. Her grip tightened around your bicep.

“Did it hurt?” You asked softly and stopped moving deeper. "Yes... but a good feeling of pain." Cairo explained now as she looked at you with a lot of affection in her eyes. "I feel so good right now y/n. You're so amazing." Cairo whispered now with so much passion in her voice. You couldn’t help but smiled and kissed her cheek before keep going deeper very slow, so Cairo could get used to it while your fingers stretched her out. Cairo's body felt so good right now during this whole process as she couldn't contain herself anymore. Every move you made on her felt incredible. She's never felt this way before and wanted to keep this feeling forever. Your lips on her neck made her feel so safe at the same time and she's glad you were her first, taking advantage of her virginity. Everything you were doing right now, everything you did to Cairo, felt so perfect.

The moment your fingers were fully inside her, a moan escaped her. You weren’t moving anymore. You gave her time to get used to it. Cairo was breathing heavy. Her back slightly arched when her walls tightened around your fingers the minute you moved them slight. She gave you a quiet nod, signaling you that she was ready.

Your breath started getting heavier and heavier while Cairo's eyes slowly closed. Every move you made now seemed to affect Cairo so deeply that she couldn’t take it anymore. "Y/n... I... I-" she couldn’t end her sentence. Moaning loud when you held her hip tight with your free hand and then began to move in a slow pace while moving fully inside her till your knuckles touched her cunt.

Cairo's eyes were closed and she let herself be controlled by your moves right now. This was so good right now, being in control now of her body and her own thoughts while you did most of the action. She wanted you to take care of her right now, and you were doing a really good job at doing exactly that right now.

Your tongue moved along her pulse, placing kisses on her throat and chest while you pushed your fingers faster into her cunt. Feeling her wetness dripping down your knuckles at this point.

Your breath was getting harder and harder with every move you did now while Cairo kept moaning in pleasure while this all happened. She enjoyed this moment so deeply right now and just wanted this moment to go on forever. She literally couldn't contain her reactions anymore. She sighed deeply, feeling so satisfied and happy right now. She was feeling this feeling so deeply in her body right now. "Y/n... you're so good y/n." Cairo whispered this time.

You began to be more passionately. Your lips moving along every spot you could find. Kissing her. Tasting her skin. You were moving your fingers so fast that you felt yourself getting wet at the sensation how Cairos walls clenched around you. Getting tighter you assumed she would be getting close. Cairo's eyes were growing bigger now as her breath grew heavier and her face's temperature became even hotter. "Ohh... y/n." Cairo whispered now while her voice was growing softer over time right now. She could feel her body reaching its peak right now and you began to go even faster. "Y/n, you're gonna make me-..." Cairo whispered but couldn’t end her sentence she her voice broke off. But you knew exactly what she was talking about and it made you go a bit rougher now. “That’s what I want my dear” you whispered husky into her ear.

Your pace grew even faster and so turned your touch rougher, Cairo began to hold on very tight to the bed now. "Y/n..." Cairo whispered, not being able to say anything else right now anymore. "I... I'm...." Cairo stopped talking for a moment. The moment she managed to get enough air she said "I... I'm close y/n..." Cairo whispered once again, feeling her peak so close right now as her words are growing quieter and quieter now.

Cairo grew silent and couldn't say anything anymore. She could feel her mind going blank right now as she felt her orgasm coming over her now. She felt all of the sensations inside of her grow so intense and beautiful, she felt like she was gonna explode right now. She couldn't get a word out right now... but she didn't need to anymore. Cairo felt her whole body shaking and trembling right now. She arched her back. Only your name on her mind. She moaned, calling out your name “y/n…” she groaned and felt her chest rising up and down like crazy.

You felt how she tightened around your fingers. Her cum dripping down your knuckles, covered your hand in it.

You slowed your pace, breathing heavy against her neck while riding out her orgasm before you pulled out your fingers slowly.

As soon as you did that, you rested your forehead on Cairos. Both of you breathing in heavy the air of each other. Cairo moved her hands around your back. Feeling the scars under her hands, caressing them gently while kissing you softly on the lips.

Your breathing began to steady “Your mine now” you whispered, your lips brushing hers. Cairo couldn't help but smile a bit now while thinking about the fact that y/n finally said to her that she was only hers now. She loved every single part of this moment right now. "I'm yours now. I'll never let go of you now y/n." Cairo whispered while her body was calming down from her orgasm now, feeling the best she ever felt before. Cairo and you made out until both finally felt the need to take a rest in each other’s arms. Cairo herself felt so good with you next to her, with her fingers tangled in your hair, with the feeling of your body next to her. She felt safe in this moment with you by her side. She nuggled up into your body, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and couldn't help but close her eyes in this moment, as her body was also feeling tired from everything that you both had just done.

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