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Blake’s out of her depth.
She doesn’t do things like this.
She can barely think outside of the hips that collide with hers with every thrust, the sweat dripping down her temple, the gasps of two strangers filling the bathroom stall entirely. The pounding of the club music does little to stifle it, and she’s past the point of caring if anyone can hear them in their personal little bubble.
But she tries to piece together how she got here, to help her sanity— or worsen it.
And although she has no clue of this stunning stranger's name, the desire running through her veins is very much real, and she wishes she did have one to mix alongside the moans that she just cannot contain, no matter how hard she tries.
No, Blake Belladonna does not do hookups.
But right now, she can’t seem to care.
[ or: a bumbleby pregnancy au, where the bees decide to do things a little bit backwards; first comes the conception, then follows the love ]