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works/771393.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Pretty_Little_Liars
  Relationship:
      Hanna_Marin/Mona_Vanderwaal
  Character:
      Mona_Vanderwaal, Hanna_Marin
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Oral_Sex, Unreliable_Narrator
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_XIV_(Fiery_Fourteen)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-23 Words: 712
****** and I will be your slave ******
by Murderershair_(HannaM)
Summary
     It's a game Mona likes to play, except it's maybe a little more than
     that.
Notes
     For prompts thighs, lipgloss, worship, unknown male, obsession,
     giggle
     yes, the Labyrinth references are intentional.
It's a game they like to play, when Hanna's drunk, and Mona's pretending to be
drunk. Mona puts on a mask, and says, "I could be anyone." Hanna giggles, and
says in a faux breathy voice, "Take me, oh mysterious stranger."
Mona doesn't go for the boobs like all the horny guys do in the porn she's
watched (or the couple she's fumbled awkwardly in the backseat with). She
slides her hands, slowly, up Hanna's knees, under her skirt, to the outside of
her thighs, till she can feel the edge of Hanna's panties. Thank god they're
edged with lace, and not Hanna's old Cinderella pair that she insists are
lucky, though Mona's told her she's never going to get lucky wearing them.
She waits for Hanna to tell her to stop, but Hanna just stares at Mona's hands,
inhaling in sharp little breaths. So Mona bends down and puts her head under
Hanna's skirt (Hanna squeaks in surprise) and pulls the brand new blue lace off
Hanna with her teeth.
"You don't want to see that," Hanna mumbles awkwardly. "Aria and I looked with
mirrors once, it's gross."
The mention of Aria infuriates Mona- who's here with Hanna, taking care of her?
Certainly not little miss Iceland.
"It's not gross," Mona snaps. "And you should never say a thing like that to a
guy. They'll think you have herpes."
"How could I have herpes, I'm a-"
"Hanna. Just stop talking."
Hanna's not wet yet (unlike Mona), so she licks her, ignoring Hanna's yelp of
surprise, followed by sharp burst of laughter. Virgins. She digs her nails into
Hanna's thighs, spreading them purposefully, and licks her again, slowly.
"That's, ah," Hanna manages, as Mona settles into a steady rhythm. "Oh my god."
Now Hanna's wet, and Mona relishes the taste of it, covering her mouth like hot
lipgloss. She circles Hanna's clit, and presses her thumb against Hanna's
pussy. Hanna's shaking all over, totally hot for her, probably going to come
soon. Mona inhales again, pressing her nose against Hanna's clit.
"Sean," Hanna wails, clenching her thighs around Mona's head as she grinds
against her face desperately.
Mona's stomach drops with disappointment, but she won't punish Hanna for it-
this time. Sean wouldn't know how to lick pussy if it begged him. She'll get
sick of boys once she's tried them.
Surreptitiously, Mona slides her own hand against herself. She's getting close
already, with her face covered in Hanna, and her fingers right against that
sweet spot. Hanna's humping her face like crazy, but it's hard to tell if
that's because she's desperate to get off or actually on the brink of orgasm.
Cunnilingus. It's kind of like science, sometimes.
Mona gets herself off, and for a moment, she's totally high with the force of
her pleasure and the feel of Hanna's most private parts up against her. Then
Hanna moans "Don't stop," and she realizes her best friend needs a little bit
more to get there.
A wicked grin spreads across Mona's face, as she moves the same hand that
brought herself off over to Hanna's tight little hole, and pushes a finger in.
"Mmm," Hanna sobs, and Mona begins pushing the finger in and out while she
resumes licking Hanna's pussy.
"Oh my god," Hanna shrieks, and then she's really rolling her hips, coming
hard, and Mona's on the edge herself, knowing she brought Hanna here, not
stupid Sean, not loony Aria, and certainly not that bitch Alison diLaurentis.
Hanna falls back in post-orgasmic delirium, and Mona doesn't care if Hanna
sees, she's taking the finger that's sticky from Hanna's vag and putting it
inside herself, rubbing her clit desperately with the other hand until she
comes, silently.
As she pants softly, on her knees, Hanna crawls over to her, eyes wide with
concern. "You want a paper towel or something? You've got, um... stuff... on
your face."
Mona smiles. "Sure," she lies, thinking that she'd be happy to coat her face
with Hanna's 'stuff' ten times a day, if Hanna would only let her. But Hanna's
always been oblivious to what's right in from of her.
Say the words, Hanna, Mona thinks. But Hanna only gets up, wobbling on her
feet, and runs out to grab that paper towel.
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