The Punk's Princess

Fifteen

TW: Referenced SA
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Bosco opened her eyes to the sun shining through the curtains and Daya holding her protectively to her chest. She was definitely getting used to waking up that way. She took a deep breath when remembering what she wanted to do that morning, slowly and carefully untangling herself from Daya's arms so she wouldn't wake her.

She walked over to her suitcase, quietly pulling out the bag from yesterday. She was incredibly nervous about this. There was always the possibility that Daya would reject her or not find her very attractive like this. Or maybe her girlfriend would feel like she was being pressured. Bosco didn't want that at all.

But there was also something else that scared her. She didn't want this to be like her first time. She didn't want to go through that again.

Bosco opened the bag with shaky hands. She trusted Daya. She trusted her enough to be vulnerable with her and let her have her in this way. Daya had treated her with nothing but respect and kindness. She reminded herself of that as she stood up and went to the bathroom to change.

She hadn't settled for pastels like Gigi had recommended. She prefered the all black bra and panty set. She tried not to stare too long at her reflection as she pulled them on and tightened the black corset around her waist. If she stared too long, she'd make herself insecure and second guess her choices. So she gave herself a glance in the mirror, running a hand through her messy hair before opening the door and stepping back out into the room.

Daya was still fast asleep, her arms twitching as if they were searching for Bosco beside her. The smaller girl took a nervous breath before she pulled herself back up onto the bed. She crawled on top of Daya, settling herself on her hips and reaching for the ring around her neck. "D-Daya...?" She whispered.

Daya hummed in her sleep, stirring slightly underneath her. Bosco bit her lip before placing a hand on her chest, gently shaking her. "Daya...?" She said again.

Daya opened her eyes slightly, closing them again as she yawned and rubbed them. "What's wrong, Coco?"

Bosco hadn't heard her use that name for her before. She blushed, her heart starting to race in her chest. "I-I have a present for you..." She whispered.

That got Daya's attention. She stretched her arms above her head and opened her eyes, almost choking when she finally saw Bosco. She sat up against the headboard of the bed, studying what her girlfriend was wearing as her face went red. "I-I- oh-"

Bosco rubbed her arm nervously. "...Does it look okay?"

"Okay? You look fucking hot-" Daya grabbed the smaller girl by her hips, sitting up and laying her down on her back.

Bosco squeaked, her legs wrapping around Daya's waist as she stared up at her with wide eyes. "D-Daya-"

"I had a feeling this is what Gigi and Camden were taking you out to get, but I was in no way prepared to see how hot you'd look." Daya leaned down to press kisses against her neck, unknowingly leaving one against her sweet spot.

Bosco gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth. She used the other to grip onto Daya's shoulder. "B-Babe- I have to tell you something first before we do anything else..."

Daya stopped when she heard her serious tone, raising her head and sitting up again. "What's wrong?" She asked, reaching her hands out for Bosco's.

Bosco sat up, taking her hands and slowly snuggling against her chest. She didn't know how to explain this without making herself upset and not want to do anything at all. She was quiet, looking down at her hands and sighing.