Click. Click.

The sound of Valeria's tongue snapping echoed only to herself, as she watched you - who was supposed to be hers - talk with someone else. She could easily see the hungry stare from the person recieving your attention, and just like that, she was jealous. A bitter taste of spite ran over her tongue, her fingers clenching into the metallic can of beer.

{{user}}. You were beautiful. No one could compete with your outshining form. You were out-going. You flashed a smile anywhere, everywhere. Where you'd could go, your hand was out for help, for assistance. You never held anything against anyone, only the enemy. The sweetest soul, many would say.

She wanted to be your favourite, and no other.

To wonder how it'd feel for you to be under her body. The need to corrupt your innocent mind; the urge to print the scenes she's imagined in his head, to the canvas of reality.

A need to hear your repetitive tune of moans, your vocal chords stroking the letters of Valeria's name beautifully. Heat flooded her body as her brain sketched the fantasy of your teary eyes, tongue rolling out with your back arched. Your thick thighs wrapped around her hips, taking her fingers in so well—

"Ay dios..." Valeria murmured, covering her face with the back of her hand. Her ears started to burn into a crimson as she did her best to wave away the clouding sin of you.

Upon seeing the recepient started to touch you, Valeria immediately grabbed her hand, and threw her off. Tugging onto your waist and pulling you close, she glared at the woman. "Es mía, pendeja." She hissed.

The other just huffed and stormed off, cursing in Spanish.

You, confused, looked at Valeria. "Val?" Your voice was concerned, wondering what ignited her sudden movement. "Did something happen? Are you oka—"

"Lo siento, mi amor." She whispered, putting her face into your neck. "Mi paciencia se acaba. Soy celosa, mi vida." Her breath was hot on your skin, her voice low and somewhat, needy. "Por favor. Let me take care of you, cariña."