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Prim knew taking back Bambi in her arms was a death sentence—a self-flagellating decision, a punishment she’d willingly accept despite her awareness of the consequences.
Because when it comes to Bambi, it was always just… physical. They never talk, and when they do, it’s nonsensical, fleeting and surface-level. It never goes beyond their empty promises to each other.
Is this even considered a relationship at this point?
Always fucking, always kissing. Fucking should be intimate, an act lovers do to express love and affection. It’s also a way for intimacy to flourish, to allow themselves to be more vulnerable. But that’s not what’s happening. If anything, they just become more closed-off to each other after the deed, doing things the other won’t know until later on. Hiding secrets with mouths sewn shut.
Prim is patient. She’s kind enough to let things pass as she knows Bambi can go overboard sometimes. Well, most of the time actually. But she loves the girl, and she’s willing to accept her for who she is.
For who she will be before their relationship ends, or so she thought.
It just never… crossed her mind that Bambi can do this. Fuck Shasha behind her back whenever things get hard between them. Distract herself with booze and sex with other girls instead of actually talking to her like a normal person to sort out whatever problems they have with each other.
Prim is not a saint too in that regard. She knows she’s lacking in that specific department too. Communication.
With Bambi, sex always works. Like her own mouthpiece. To let it say whatever it is on her mind, without actually talking and she understands that. That’s just how Bambi is. And for the past few years they’ve been together before they broke up, it actually worked out fine with her too. Because then, she wouldn’t have to tear her heart open, and to overexplain herself with fleeting words that aren’t worth a dime. It was always physical for Bambi, and so is Prim—with her actions in general, not just sex.
Again, Prim is patient. But she won’t stand by idly as Shasha, the same girl she’s hated for fucking her sister over, snatches the love of her life away from her.
All these thoughts swirl in the back of Prim’s mind as she slouches in her high-backed leather chair, her head occasionally throwing back with her jaw clenched tight. She has her right hand tangled ruthlessly in Bambi’s long brown locks, holding the girl firmly in place.
Bambi, now on her knees perfectly situated between Prim’s spread thighs, taking her whole.
Prim continues to thrust her hips forward, pushing the girl’s head down so deep that Bambi’s nose keeps on hitting Prim’s pelvis. If she isn’t so bothered, she will melt at the sensation of Bambi’s throat warming her cock, hitting the very tip of it with every bob of Bambi’s head. It felt good at some point still, that she had to bite down hard on her own lower lip to keep herself from crying out as she stares down at the girl, the love of her life, servicing her.
And Bambi, just stares right back up at her, her doe eyes wide and dark as if challenging her further. Unfazed with the unfamiliar roughness she’s showing her now. She doesn’t know she knows yet. She can tell Bambi likes it this way. Maybe Shasha’s like this with her too. Maybe she likes it even better when she’s rough, unloving. And maybe, that’s why she did that.
Prim momentarily stops her attempts at forcing her cock deep in Bambi’s throat, just to see what else Bambi will do. Will she stop and come up to kiss her lips? Tell her sweet nothings? But no. She does not. Instead, she lets Prim’s cock, now dripping with a mix of her own saliva and pre-cum, drag against the sides of her mouth. She flicks her tongue out, slowly licking the length before engulfing it once again, her warm, constricting throat squeezing her cock over and over again. Repeatedly, making a sloppy squelching sound every time she hit the base of her cock—lips meeting and kissing the dripping wet skin.
Bambi also has her right hand wrapping around the base of her length, jerking her firmly whenever her mouth retreats, maintaining that painstakingly good pace.
It was indeed such an obscenely attractive sight. Her oh so perfect, so pretty girlfriend, on her knees, so eager to please—servicing her needs. Prim should absolutely be on cloud nine right now. Drowning in the bliss of the moment, like anyone would if they were in her place.
It’s just that at this point, she still can’t stop thinking about what Gorya had said.
Bambi. Cheating on her with Shasha, of all people.
Prim had tried, is trying her absolute best to forget it all that’s why she had called Bambi for a quick fuck to distract herself because she was never good with confrontations, with words. Words which can eventually get tangled in such a twist—wanting to initially say something else but for some linguistic reason she can’t understand, will somehow come out differently, will be understood in a complete 180 to the other party.
There were absolute hints she had tried to dismiss—those unspoken touches that may have meant something else but she was too busy directing to interrupt them because she trusted the girl she loved. Doesn’t mean the suspicion did not fester though, as it was constantly fed, gnawing and crawling in her gut, undigested and unfettered.
She remembers the wrap party a couple weeks back where everyone had been drunk. Prim could hold her liquor exceptionally well; Bambi, however, could not. She remembers catching Bambi sitting on the VIP couch, sitting way too close to Shasha. Even though there was space on the other side of her, Bambi, in her line of sight, had practically been in the model’s lap. Prim remembers watching how her now girlfriend’s hand casually dropped then, resting heavily on Shasha’s thigh, her fingers randomly squeezing the fabric of Shasha’s pants.
And no, she did not interfere then. She saw them kiss, but she was not in any position to stop them. So she let them, because she knew deep down Bambi loved her. Loves her still. They were still not in talking terms then. There was just tension, due to the unresolved drama they had after breaking up a couple years ago. So it didn’t count. Shouldn’t have counted. Prim thought it would be a one-time thing, because she knew how Shasha moved, and how Bambi’s easily influenced. She was a willing victim to her own impulses, compliant to her own desires and instincts. Bambi needed it then, too. Perhaps. So Prim rationalized, and gave her that choice internally.
But then, Prim remembered that one time she had woken up with the space beside her in bed being completely cold and empty. They had just finished fucking the night before and she was exhausted, so she she slept. Though she thought she heard rustling, and movement beside her, she paid no heed to it. It’s one of Bambi’s habits to toss and turn when she’s asleep, seeking that most comfortable position before she can fall asleep.
Turns out, she was wrong. Bambi had left and she hadn’t come home until noon, reeking of alcohol. When she had asked where she went, Bambi had played the sweet, apologetic girlfriend perfectly, claiming it was an unexpected invite from a long-time friend, that they had gone out for drinks, and she had gotten too drunk to drive.
(“I crashed at her condo na lang, baby. You were sleeping na kasi and I didn’t want to wake you up just to tell you I was leaving.”)
Prim should’ve known that Bambi not going into specifics about who this “friend” was, or where exactly she had stayed was a glaring hint of what just went down.
The nail in the coffin was Gorya after that. The latter showed up at the office, looking exhausted and heartbroken perhaps, if you would call that anger on her face that wasn’t quite just rage. She confessed, claiming a statement so absurd then, that she had seen Bambi walking out of Shasha’s condo that same morning after Bambi had come home late at noon.
Still high on Bambi’s promises of loyalty, masked by her ever-loving doe eyes looking straight at her as she told her she loves her, only her, Prim had completely shut Gorya down. She had been harsh, she would admit that, lashing out at the stylist for saying such crude, manipulative things that held no grounds. She had hurt Gorya from before, and Gorya loved her—maybe she still did—so she knew she could be biased. Prim had convinced herself that Gorya was just trying to ruin her relationship.
Because Prim couldn’t fathom losing Bambi again. She knew how she felt and she had loved Bambi for so long, and had memorized every single, beautiful detail about her. Even the cracks, no matter how big they were, were still a part of the girl she loved.
Time was the ultimate teller as they say. And in Prim’s case, it’s all making sense because the math just didn’t add up, with Bambi constantly attempting to sneak away, leaving the set early. The floral scent she had learned to love changing to someone else’s Prim for sure knew Bambi didn’t own, the sudden, unexplained absences—it was all starting to lean heavily toward Gorya’s perspective and it the audacity of it all was starting to violently grate on her nerves.
“Ghk—” Bambi moans against her cock.
The choked sound snaps Prim out of her thoughts. She eventually looks down, unconsciously tightening her grip on Bambi’s hair, thrusting her hips upward and forcing her cock a little too harshly against the back of Bambi’s throat.
And she continued staring. Just studying the girl in between her legs, the supposed love of her life.
And suddenly, an image appears in Prim’s mind unprovoked. She inevitably imagines Shasha, the ever-arrogant, narcissistic playgirl who thinks the entire world revolves around her, fucking Bambi. She pictures Shasha’s thick cock, instead of her own, sliding between those swollen spit-slicked lips.
The image sends a chill straight down her spine.
Galit? Betrayal? Inggit? Pagkamuhi? Even more turned-on?
For some twisted reason, it was all five and so, she snapped.
Prim speeds up her pace, driving her hips forward as she ruthlessly thrusts upward into Bambi’s mouth without letting her rest for a single second. She does not care at the moment if she couldn’t breathe through her mouth, she could use her nose then. If this is punishment, it was long overdue. She couldn’t confront Bambi, and this is what she’d do for the meantime. Act like a ruthless conqueror, impose her dominance. Act like how Shasha would, but she wouldn’t admit to doing that. She and Shasha are two different people. Or she convinces herself to be so.
As expected, the aggression catches Bambi off guard as both of Bambi’s hands immediately fly up, grabbing onto Prim’s thighs for support as she tries to handle the intensity of each thrust against her mouth, feeling the two sacks of weight at the bottom of Prim’s cock hitting her chin.
And there they go, with the loud squelching noises echoing off the walls as Prim continues her relentless pursuit to reach her climax, her hand tightening its grip in Bambi’s hair, anchoring her down, thrusting even faster.
“You fucking whore,” Prim hears herself say.
Prim, admittedly, was never like this. She was always gentle, yet passionate still. She was never into humiliation nor degradation. She never degraded Bambi like this. And yet, she finds herself exploding like this. Time and time again, it is continuously proven that Prim is patient but that self-boasting patience is growing thinner by the second, as she watches the two fool around not so subtly in front of her as if she didn’t matter in their eyes. It makes her entirely, ruthlessly determined to fuck the absolute daylights out of Bambi tonight.
“You’re so fucking hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” Prim snarls, her voice dropping low on purpose. Does Shasha do this? Does Bambi like it better when she soils her dignity like this?
And perhaps, the answer to those questions were yes.
Because while Bambi’s mouth is taking everything, she has her gaze up, looking at Prim, and Prim just watches, mesmerized and furious all the same, as her own cock completely disappears between Bambi’s lips. Bambi, who’s currently looking at her with those wide submissive eyes, taking in every demeaning word from her mouth without a single word of protest. In the four years they were together, she never knew Bambi was into this, into such a carnal yet shameful act of submissiveness. But maybe, Bambi had changed.
Or maybe, she never knew her at all.
Her cheeks went hot-red at the thought, at the thought of their relationship being so fake, so superficial that she bit her lip so hard, it almost bled. She tried to shake the thoughts away, focusing on the girl in front of her and sees fresh tears pooling at the edges of Bambi’s eyes. She also noticed how her perfectly applied mascara from a few hours ago is now completely smudged, staining both sides of her cheeks. As twisted as it seems, she still looked beautiful. Even while ruined and wrecked.
Bambi, her girl, had ultimately become a wreckage—destroyed and smashed by Prim herself.
Hindi naman ako ganito, Prim tries to reason to herself, reeling from such actions she had allowed herself to perform. Though she never stopped ruining the girl’s mouth. They made me become like this.
So she fucks her mouth deeper.
“Putangina ka, Bambi,” Prim curses, a groan tearing from her throat as she feels the burning sensation of Bambi’s throat hugging her cock with every brutal thrust.
“Gusto mo? Gusto mong kinakantot ko bunganga mo ng ganito?” Prim urges, her knuckles turning white as she pushes the girl deeper, gripping her hair tightly. “Maybe you want more, yeah? Two cocks in your mouth, that is? Or maybe you want one in your mouth and the other in your pussy?”
It was a jab to Bambi’s infidelity. Prim said it on purpose, testing the waters, see how the girl will react.
“Sagot, tangina.” Prim demands. Such an intoxicating feeling. This is the first time that she had felt totally in control with her life, ditching the expectations of her being this caring girlfriend, understanding boss. The one everyone knew would be trustworthy and gentle. True to her words, to her actions.
“Mhmm!” Bambi whimpers against her cock. One may hear it as suffering but the look in her eyes says otherwise. She obviously loves the roughness. Of how degrading the act is. Of how much she’s humiliating her now.
“You’re gonna swallow my come, yeah? Pupunuin ko ng tamod ‘yang bunganga mo.” Prim breathed heavily, her hips starting to stutter and jerk as she felt the all-too familiar pressure in her abdomen. “Puta kita, diba?”
That specific phrase may have triggered something in Bambi because she felt her choke for a bit, her mouth closing in on her cock, feeling a bit of teeth graze her length. Then, she felt the girl trembling against her, her nails digging through her clothed thighs.
Did she just….?
It’s all just so obscene at this point. Bambi coming without penetration is a first. She must’ve liked being called like that. A fucking whore. Maybe that’s who she really is, and maybe it’s time for Prim to set aside the rose-tinted lenses she’s wearing and actually see Bambi for who she really is. She thought she had known her already, but this… this is an entirely different person in front of her.
“Tangina, nilabasan ka?” Prim asks, teasing and amused at the same time.
Bambi’s no longer looking at her; she had her face down, but her cock’s still slotted in her mouth. Prim’s barely moving now, observing her girlfriend.
“Mhmm,” Bambi replies, and gods, Prim can feel the vibration against her now aching cock. Aching for release. Movement.
“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Prim says with conviction. She means it this time, and without waiting for any response from the latter, proceeds to deepthroat her forcefully once again, pushing her mouth against her cock so deep and at some point, Bambi lets out a deep growl against her length too and Prim feels that vibration directly, pushing her right over the edge.
And so she comes.
Perhaps, a little too much.
She thrusts her hips as deep as physically possible, pumping her thick, hot jizz directly down the back of Bambi’s throat. She continues thrusting, despite her hips objecting with the movement, continuously twitching and spasming violently. She just has to make sure the girl would swallow everything to the brim, every single drop fulfilled and unwasted. She has to make sure the girl will drink her in, that perhaps by doing so, it would cleanse her. Lift away her sins, and be pure again. Milk her, to remove traces of Shasha from her body, from her skin, and maybe from the depths of her mind. But Prim knows all too well that such cleanse is impossible. What’s tainted, had already been tainted.
“Fuck,” Prim groans, still trying to catch her breath.
She slumps back heavily against the chair, her hand going entirely limp, releasing its grip on Bambi’s hair. She then throws her head back against the headrest, chest still heaving, not even bothering to look down at the mess she just made.
Bambi, on the other hand, slowly pulls off.
Despite the degradation she has experienced, she still stands up, albeit on shaky legs. She uses the back of her hand to wipe the thick smear of come dripping from the edge of her lips, swallowing the rest down. Then, without asking for permission, probably not even thinking that she needed one anyway, Bambi steps forward, straddling Prim as she sits directly on her lap.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Bambi asks, her voice so soft and light. And maybe with a hint of sultriness too. She has her eyes locked on Prim’s exhausted and soulless ones.
“Sorry,” Prim finds herself uttering and that’s just it. Because what else can she say?
She can’t even look at Bambi right now because when she looks at those lips, all she sees is Shasha. Shasha fucking Bambi, mostly. She envisions Shasha with her cock inside that exact same mouth, deep inside her cunt—the same pair of lips she’s kissed and fucked countless times.
“Sorry about… that,” Prim whispers, though her voice is tight.
“What’s there to be sorry for, baby?” Bambi coos, completely unaware of what’s going on inside Prim’s mind. She seeks the sanctuary of Prim’s neck, sinking deep into it, rubbing her nose affectionately against the bare skin. Prim, though exhausted, can still feel the wicked curve of Bambi’s smirk against her collarbone. “You can use me all you want, you know. I like what you did. Gustong-gusto ko.”
Prim can only heave a deep sigh, gritting her teeth together so hard her jaw aches. Then slowly, she slowly lifts her hands, placing them firmly on Bambi’s waist as the girl sits on her lap, letting her stay close despite the raging war in her head.
She could definitely get used to fucking her like that. What she couldn’t get used to, and what was slowly tearing her apart from the inside out is the thought of Shasha fucking Bambi.
And she for sure, wasn’t going to just sit around and let it happen anymore.
If Shasha wants to play games with her property, then Prim will gladly give her a front-row seat to the reality of who actually owns Bambi.
“Baby,” Prim murmurs, her voice returning to a smooth cadence. It was an act though, but she had to do this. And she can’t execute her plan with Bambi here. So she gently pats Bambi’s waist, easing her off her lap. “You have ruined mascara everywhere. Punta ka muna washroom, mhmm?”
Bambi blinks, visibly pleased by the return of Prim’s attentive tone. The tone she’s grown to love. Then, she smiles, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Prim’s cheek. “Okay, baby. Give me five minutes.” Bambi giggled before walking off.
And Prim just watches Bambi as she walks across the office, with the door of the washroom clicking shut behind her.
The moment she’s alone, Prim leans forward and grabs her phone from her desk, opening her messages with Gorya.
Prim: Gorya.
Prim: Send me Shasha’s personal number.
The message was left on delivered, then read for a couple of seconds. And then, the three little typing dots eventually appeared.
Gorya: [Shared Contact: Shasha (Demon Incarnate)]
Gorya: Why? Bakit mo kailangan?
Prim ignores the question completely though. She can sort it out with Gorya another time. For the meantime, she saves the contact, and opens a new message thread.
She stares at the blinking cursor, thinking of the perfect bait. What would make this arrogant prick come crawling back to the office in the middle of the night without suspecting a trap?
Prim’s lips curve into a smile as she thinks of one. She then proceeds to type out the message and hits send.
Prim: I know what you did with Bambi. See me at my office now.
Prim: Don’t make me wait, or I’ll tell Gorya everything.
Prim then locks her phone, setting it face down on the desk. She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers together.
She doesn’t know where she got the confidence from, but Shasha has been fucking her and the people around her over for years now. It’s time for payback.