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truth is, a lot of things she wants, are things you could do to her. to have you in control, to have her pleasure in your palms. she’s just gotta find the right time to ask you without scaring you off.

she’d start with less direct experimenting. tamer things like sucking your fingers or having you guide her while she rides you, anything to hint to you that she likes you taking a bit more control at times.

ellie asks for more and more, and you’ve noticed. how, whenever she’d be sitting in your lap, she’d play with your hands, encouraging you to hold her face, only to slip a digit or two past her lips and along her tongue.

what’s even better: you can tell how much she loves it. she gets this glossed over kind of look in her eyes, fully getting off on having you invade her mouth.

she decides that, maybe confronting you, indirectly at least, while mid-makeout would be the best course of action. it’s not like it’d hurt anyone to ask.

one night, she’d be straddling your lap, her thighs squeezed around yours. her hands would run over your shoulders and biceps, her lips meeting yours in wet, languid kisses.

carefully, her hands would cover yours, holding her hips in a firm grip, rolling her back and forth over your half-hard crotch. you know she’s obsessed with your cock, no reason not to indulge her when she feels so good, ending each kisses with a gasp into your lips.

ellie, trying to push for more, reaches down to cup your bulge. her lips drag down your collar, like she’s trying to overwhelm your senses.

sensitive to her to touch, you pinch her chin and peel her face back to look at you. “el, what’re you doing?” she looks up at you, almost with a smirk as she massages your cock through your pants. your length strains against the fabric and into her hand, only making her want you more.

“can i suck you off?” she blurts out, a whisper against your neck, licking her lips when she glances down to see just how intimidating your cock is, that it’s exciting.

you crack a smile, holding her chin and sliding your thumb past her half parted lips, pressing it down onto her tongue. “ohhh, that’s why you’ve been so clingy?” you tease, only to guide her off the bed, nudging her onto her knees at your feet.

she nods, her palms cupping the inside of your thighs. looking up at you, she has a slightly cocky, wanton expression, leaning into your hold. “mhm,” she garbles around your thumb.

ellie grabs at your waistband, pulling your pants and underwear down to your hips. “off,” she murmurs, trying to get them further down. you grab your bottoms from the back seam, lifting your hips to do it yourself. but the second she can, ellie drags them down, letting your clothes fall to your ankles.

no longer just a bulge, your cock sits heavy against your stomach. ellie stares for a good minute. she’s seen your cock, but being so close and personal, close enough to see how full the veins are, thrumming with want, only a few inches of distance from her nose, is new.

sliding your thumb from her lips with a pop, you push her bangs back, holding the back of her head, watching her do whatever it is you want her to. “this is what you wanted this whole time?” you mutter, a bit breathless.

ellie, who’s gaze never left yours, smiles, her brows still furrowed while she leans, trying to get more out of you after waiting so long. “you say that like i’m not allowed to want you. of course, wanted to have you like this for a looong time.”

you let out a sigh, the hand not in her hair grabbing at the base of your cock. palming it, you pull her closer by the back of her hair. “open up, cmon,” you croon, running your thumb through her hair.

her mouth spills open in a soft “ahh,” her tongue stuck out to take you. a moment passes before you test something out: smacking the weighty tip of your dick onto her tongue. ellie flinches, her shoulders tensing up, but only a for second, as her frame melts into yours, her lips sealed around your head.

gripping her hair tight in your fist, you slide your cock back and forth, warm across her tongue. you can feel her relax into it, bobbing her head instead of having you guide.

hell, if anything, she likes watching you come apart for her like this, your dick slotted down her throat, held down by the hips. but sure, pretend you’ve got her in your palm.

not like any kind of self control lasts very long. “e-el,” you stammer out, trying to buck into the warm hold of her mouth before her hold on your hips keeps you down. you’d beg, but when your gaze meets hers, carefully controlling, you know better.

each slow, drawn out suck she makes is perfect. “ellie, you feel so good. don’t– ah god– don’t stop, please don’t stop.” watching her with baited breath, you keep your hands to yourself, the show she’s putting on is too much to interrupt.

she loves it, you can tell. she’s slack jawed, taking you to the back of her throat. her eyes are heavy, drunk and obsessed with how full she is from getting face fucked. ellie doesn’t gag, every slurp of your cock done just so she get more, her grip tight on your hips to keep you just where she needs you.

panting, your back arched and looming over her, you toy with her hair to distract from the mess she’s made on your cock. “feels… f-fuck, you feel s’ good, el.”

her lips wrapped around your head, fluttering and overly sensitive, you mewl, clipped from just how sweet her tongue feels flitting over the tip of your cock. “shit- i-“ you moan, your back straightening as you clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to hide just how good it feels.

ellie’s having none of it. her tongue trails up the underside of your cock, wet drool dripping down her chin. even with spit and precum mixed in frothy bubbles at the corners of her lips, ellie still gives you a disapproving hum.

her hum vibrates through your shaft, adding heat to the bubbling pleasure in your belly. you can’t even whine into your hand, ellie snatching your palm from your face, forcing it onto her head, showing you just how to have her fuck you.

“el, fuck– when’d you get so good at this?” you mutter, trying to joke even with your dick in the heat of her mouth. “cause– ugh– you feel fucking amazing.” ellie gives you a brief flicker of her gaze, eyes heavy and wanton as she bobs up and down.

that little second of eye contact, where all she wants is you, is enough to break the fragile dam built, boiling over. “fuck, f-fuck!” you cry out, both hands tangling in her hair, shoving her down the length of your shaft.

ellie’s nose is nestled in the patch of hair about your cock, gagging for the first time once she’s held down. her eyes shoot open, grabbing your thighs for some kind of support while you rock past her lips.

your cock twitches, your cum sliding down her tongue. with your eyes squeezed shut and panting, you ride it out, twitching and give half-assed nudges as your cock pulses in an overwhelm of pleasure.

tired and buzzy, you peek at the mess you’ve now both made. met with ellie’s wide gaze, you puff, pulling out with a whine. “shit– i-i’m so sorry baby,” you mutter, wiping her wet lips, swollen from all the attention she’s been giving your leaky cock. “are you alright, was i too rough on you at the end? i-i’ve just never done this?.”

you roll your hips into your hand, pretending it’s her doing it for you. her pillow squeezed to your chest, her smell filling your already painfully turned-on mind. you moan her name, crying out for her like she’d barge in out of nowhere and finish the job for you.

laying on your belly, you’d piston into your hand, your ass poked out into the air, sort of telling yourself it’s so sevika, who isn’t even there, would spank you like she does when you’re being dirty, yearning to feel her hands on you.

your thumb would circle your clit and you’d try to get your fingers to reach as deep as hers do, but nothing can make you moan quite like the way her warm, calloused hands do when they’re plunged deep in your cunt, curling into your wet heat.

it’s annoying how hopeless of an attempt it is for you to try and cum alone. truth is: sevikas got you wrapped around her fingers literally so tight that anything other than her is just not enough.

you’d bite down on her pillow, a bit of drool soaking the corner of it as tears prick up, so overwhelmed by how understimulated you are after so much effort that it feels like a waste of time.

with pretty much your entire arm sore from fingering yourself, you resort to riding her pillow. it’s a good enough solution.

her pillow would be squished under your weight as you grip its edges, rutting down onto it in quick, short shoves. you squeeze your eyes shut, flushed and panting as you imagine that maybe it’s her thigh or her stomach, her voice oozing out in a warm rumble at just how good you’re doing, how pretty you look for her, etc.

a rush of pleasure floods over you, your breath stuttering like lightning struck your lungs still. pushing your hair back with a hand and your shoulders go limp, leaving you puffing and panting.

you’d peel yourself off of her pillow, simply stripping her shirt off of it in favor of cleaning the gooey wet spot left from your heat. you’d flop down into bed, her scent curling in your senses, easing you into a gentle lull, sleep finally pulling you in.

hours into the silence, gentle light creeps through the windows. the sound of heavy boots and soft shutting doors creak through the room. sevika rolls her shoulders when she shuts the bedroom door, a small smile growing on her tired face.

she’d set her things down, pausing at the foot of the bed to look you over: sprawled out on her side of the bed, hair a mess, drooling on her pillow, and an unmistakable smell of sex.

shauna would be sitting around her little butchery, tweaking the hilt of her knife for the third time today. boredom is too bothersome, but she'd rather not do errands. you, ever the loyal girl, are running them instead. laundry and mending, easy enough, but better with company. hers, preferably.

you already knew where to find her, she isn't too hard to track down when she doesn't care about being found. plopping down just a foot or so from her, keeping a comfortable distance, you quietly work alongside her, mending a few tattered shirts the group would rather not lose.

she doesn't glance over, and that's more than fine. but goddamn, is it hard not to get distracted with her so close by and unable to do much other than stare.

your gaze rolls over her, her hands holding her knife with a certain rigidity, her elbows resting on her knees, legs spread while she works aimlessly. there's something so alluring by her effortless confidence, the kind that preys on others, cold and cruel, that makes you want to latch on. to make that kind of ego happy, not even, just to please.

"shauna," you murmur, tilting your head at her to hopefully butter her up, lowering the shirt in your hands to your lap. she hardly shoots you a glare, but you know she heard. "y’know... it's just us, maybe we can have some fun?"

you barely catch the way her hands falter, stilled at how bold it is to ask something like that out of the blue. then, her gaze meets your, a smile growing on her lips, out of a weird amusement, or her way of toying with you, you can't describe. "that's it, that's why you're over here?" she scoffs, "you're not blind, you can see i'm busy."

rolling your eyes, you set your things to the side. "shauna, cmon, it'll be quick." scooting closer, you put a hand on her shoulder, nudging her gently. "don't push it, brat," she glares at you, a frown on her lips. "please? there's no one around and i miss you, we won't get caught, nothing."

shauna tilts her head at you, a twitch in her lip that could be a scowl or grin. "yeah, you need it that bad, can't even wait for me to deal with you myself?" her eyes narrow when you don't back down from it, letting out a puff through her nose. "fine,”she growls, "on the floor."

though it may be confusing, you do as she says. at least she's giving you something. your things are tossed to the side. sitting on your knees right in front of her, hands resting on your knees. you watch her eye you up and down, pleased that she can get you like this, the stroke it gives her ego.

she flicks her knife into one hand, the other pinching your chin. "you know what to do, bunny."

that name, ugh, that name. bunny isn't as sweet it may sound, just that she thinks you want her more than a bunny in heat. your gaze falls from hers, met with the sight of her foot kicked up by her heel, inched closer to you on the ground. "wha-“ "don't complain, don't be dumb. ride my fucking shoe, or nothing, bunny."

oh, okay damn. looking down at her boot pointed up to you, you slowly inch forward. the toe of her boot meets the seam of your shorts, gently nudged between your lips after a bit of readjusting.

shauna lets go of your chin as you cant forward, tangling her fingers in your hair. "there ya go, you look cute when you're told what to do." your press down onto her toe, your eyes fluttering shut as her boot runs over your clit, a hushed sting over the skin through a few layers of clothing. her grip in your hair tightens, pulling your face up to look up, "fine, don't look at me," she shoves your head down, watching you gasp.

it's so much better than you thought it'd be, even if you're straining to get a better feel of her, "wait- but i," you whimper, cut off by her pushing her foot up. "what was that? yes that pretty voice, bunny."

your forehead presses to her knee, panting softly. your thighs ache from being spread so tight, the stretch being a bit too much to not feel painfully good. "please, shauna- feels s' good, t-tell me i'm good."

shauna shakes her head, still trying to tighten the hilt cover of her knife, the most effort she's putting in being keeping her foot propped up. "you gotta ask a lot nicer than that."

labored little puffs escape your mouth, gripping her calves like a lifeline, anything to keep yourself up, even as she gives you so little to work with. "shauna..." you plead, your voice only a ragged whisper, "i-i did everything you asked, i'm being good, yeah?"

she cocks her head at you, barely glancing up from her occupied hands. the look in her eyes urges you to think again in a way that makes you almost look stupid, a silent 'oh yeah?' to your supposed attitude. "that right?"

"m-mhm, i..." you whine, only to shut up when you realize that this is part of her game: making you admit you're a brat in her eyes without saying anything out loud.

"that's it," she'd purr, the condescending lilt in her tone sending a shiver down your belly, aching in your cunt, "that isn't so hard, now is it, bunny?" she's testing you, wanting to see if you'll listen without having to be told to, if you're really hers.

instead any kind of verbal response, you just let out a squeak and nod, panting softly. the strain in the cord of your thighs from keeping yourself spread open for her and the pathetic way you get off on her-literally- folds into a sensation too much to handle.

shauna watches you, catching each little gasp that escapes that pretty mouth, how your hips jolt forward every few seconds, or how tightly strung up you are. "aw," she coos, too lofty to let you rest, "are you seriously gonna cum? you're telling me you can't even hold out. it's my fucking shoe. god, you're pretty pathetic for such a brat."

a whine escapes you, your lips grazing her shin, hunched over as you ride her a little gentler, trying to draw it out just like she told you to. "please..." you barely whisper.

the toe of her boot digs into your clothed clit, the smooth material slick with a thin sheen that's seeped from your panties. "well that's too damn bad, not yet, brat. you hold it in till i say so," shauna growls, grabbing your face, cheeks squished in her hand so hard you feel it in your teeth.

you nod, a shaking pout forced onto your lips, doing the best you can to give her a show without spilling over on accident.

sometimes her consequences are physical, but during the other, worser times, it's total deprivation. neither are wanted.

shauna watched you like a hawk, scrutinizing every little twitch of the crease in your brow or how you're so close, your breath has started climbing. "aww," she soothes, conceited, tapping your cheek and sliding her thumb past your lips, invading and pressing on your tongue, "you're lucky you're good at this. fine, cum all you want-"

that's all you need before nearly choking on her thumb as you cum, shutting even shauna up. your back stiffens, your eyes squeeze tight as the pit of heat fizzles out in your stomach, in turn soaking through your panties and shorts.

lottie doesn’t love the attention of being a prophet, she loves being a messenger for the wilderness, the purpose it gives her, how it helps those who will listen, even you. her meetings had helped you more and more as winter creeped in, the wind starting to nip at your nose. in ways, a distraction from your own nervous habits.

lottie had taken a liking to you, not just because of your constant attendance to her meetings, though it is sweet. she likes you because you’re there even when she doesn’t have a clue on what the wilderness is trying to tell her.

you linger around her, like just knowing that someone might have a chance of understanding what’s going on is comforting enough. and it is. lottie’s become not just a pillar to you, but someone you can trust, that she’ll listen to anything you may worry about. and she’s started to love your attention.

her little devotee.

when spring rolled around, you’d notice lottie getting more fidgety, spaced out in a way that’s past distraction. you’d also do anything to help her from picking at her fingers or biting the skin of her lips.

you’d go into your shared hut, looking at her with a pout, desperate to know what could fix this. she wasn’t like this before, why can’t she just be at peace, even with all the effort you put in?

“lottie,” you’d stomp up to her, having just enough of her being unsatisfied, “what’s your deal?”

she looks up at you, not even tilting her head up. “what?” she’d ask, biting the skin of her lip like she has been for the last two weeks.

“you know what i’m talking about.” it’s embarrassing, sure, but feeling under appreciated for things you want noticed by someone you care too much about feels a lot worse. “the– the fidgeting, how you just stare off half of the time. your lips and fingers are bloody every second of the day. i do so much to keep you happy, so what is it?”

she’d be confused, shocked even, but you just don’t let her get away with it. “don’t play dumb. i do everything for you. i-i know you didn’t really ask for it, but im trying to make this better for you. so just–“ you groan, watching lottie stare up at you, “just tell me how to help you.”

lottie would finally put it together, that not only do you want to help, you need to. with a clipped sigh, she’d close the distance between you two. “i’ve got this thing,” she’d start, “i just really have to have something to chew on or whatever. like, when we got here, it was gum and things but… then winter kinda kept it off. but now i don’t really have anything.”

you’ve noticed bits of it, but never really put it to a source; the bitten nails, torn up lips, bloodied hangnails dried after biting them raw. “oh…” you’d murmur, your eyes wide as you look her over. “well, whatever you want me to do, i can.”

lottie would watch you with a careful eye, a long moment passing where she thinks over if she really has the gall to say anything, her mind flopping onto a final action: her hands tracking up and down your sides. “i have… kind of an idea.”

with lottie’s hands on you, she’d steer you back onto her bed, watching you sink onto your back. those same fingers would curl under your waistband, and pull your bottoms down, gone within seconds.

she’d look up you with wide puppy eyes, nothing like the leader you had seen before. and so, so pretty. “can i?” she’d whisper, but you’d cut in before she can beg, “for you, anything.”

lottie would hold you close, and you would watch the crease in her brows finally iron out once her lips meet your clit. she’d start off with slow, fixed drags of her tongue. she’d gradually ease into you, palms skimming over your bare thighs, her nose hilted in place, encased in your folds.

she’d get so caught up in your taste, exploring each fold of your cunt, she’d forget to even take a second and breathe. “lot…” you’d purr, tugging at her hair, your clit pulsing under the wet pull of her tongue.

that just wouldn’t stop her, not until she was satisfied. she’d slurp up any drop of your juices she could get. doesn’t matter how many times you’d have came, or if you pulled her back by the hair, she’d come back gasping before diving into you, her fingers digging into your thighs and pulling your hips into her face.

lottie would be borderline enraptured, tangled in how good it feels to finally itch that scratch she’s had for months, aching to finally get some sort of relief through you. she’d view it as generosity, even though she’s the one who’d be drooling over your pussy, sucking in and circling your clit between her lips in a way that has your back bowed up from the bed, mind fuzzy in confusion on whether to beg or for more or a cease to it.

it’d take a torturous amount of time for her to let up on you. she’d moan as she pulled back, her eyes heavy while she took in the mess she made of your now throbbing pussy, such a mess leaving a puddle under the crease of your ass.

youd think that after months of “subtle” hints from ellie of wanting to get you pregnant, you’d realize she really meant it when she said she’d knock you up. rubbing your belly, kissing it, insisting that just pulling out will be fine, calling you mama more and more, all of it goes over your head.

but no, not until she’s leaning over you, her fingertips pinching your nipples, watching them pebble in fascination, do you catch on that she really was serious, and maybe you wouldn’t hate it.

“fuck,” ellie rasps into the valley of your breasts, leaving hot kisses on her path up to your neck.

her hands are everywhere, squeezing your hips, thighs, chest, anything just so she can feel more of you. leaning into you, ellie cants her hips down onto your center, chasing the warmth hidden by your panties.

“you feel that?” she purrs, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, “feel how hard you get me, princess?” pressed between the apex of your thighs, her shaft rubs against the soft cotton of your panties.

“oof, and you’re so wet for me, baby,” she chuckles, her palm slotting between her bulge and your mound, her fingertips prodding at the sticky mess of your panties. “let’s get these offa you,” she drawls, hooking her fingers through the leg of your silken panties.

ellie pats your thigh, signaling for you to lift your hip, but more importantly, watching the thick, wet glob hold the crotch of the cloth onto your cunt. “fuck,” ellie breathes, eyes wide in fascination, “tell me you want this, mama. tell me you want me,” she begs.

flinging your panties over the edge of the bed, you feel ellie’s hand slide back to its previous spot, working your bundle of nerves in easy circles that make your hips angle into her palm. you feel a gentle warmth bloom in your chest, spreading over your shoulders and ending in a blush painted over your cheeks. bit by bit, you feel it creep down between your thighs, an insatiable heat only stroked by ellie’s careful hand.

“yes daddy,” you nod, “needa feel you!” you whine to her, writhing in her palm and needy for more. ellie’s on you in seconds, like the flip of a switch. her fingers are pulled from your walls with a slick pop, pushing her boxers down and groaning once her cock, hard and flushed at the tip, slaps against her stomach.

there’s a grin on her lips as ellie runs her thumb up and down the length of her aching cock. hell, you can feel it pulse as she slants down, hitching the tip on your fleshy entrance.

ellie’s eyes trail over you, admiring every detail of your body. you see the want in her eyes, the admiration that she gets to lay with the most beautiful woman every night. how your chest dips and rises with each steamy breath, your shoulders pressed into the bed, your cheeks adorning a beautiful flush she made all on her own.

“oh… baby…” she drawls, her free hand finding your hipbone, gently pinning it to the bed, not in a harsh control, but a gentle ease into a position more intimate. she leans in closer, and you take her in, inch by agonizing inch.

the heady tip of her dick parts your folds in a slow roll, letting you soak her in. you watch her with heavy eyes, you breath fluttering from between your lips, a gasp weak to the gentle care she put into making love.

in short puffs, you finally look at her, peeling you’re gaze from where the two of you connect. of course, ellie notices, her hands gliding up the back of your thighs to pin your knees down, all the way into the mattress. “yeah, i know you need it, baby girl,” she coos in the sweetest, most condescending tone like you can’t feel her in the pit of your belly.

her thrusts are soft at first, your slick coating her cock with ease as she presses into you. but as her pace goes up, her grip on you falters, too caught up in the way your tits bounce with each slap of skin. “ellie,” you moan, your mouth nagging open, brows furrowed in a helpless little pout, “i need it- need is sososo bad!”

she cocks her head, still teasing you when she’s balls deep in you, trying not to cum too early. “yeah? use your words, tell daddy exactly what you need, babydoll.” you nod, biting your lip as she punctuates each word with a deeper thrust, your brain fuzzy. she knows exactly what does to you and still messes with you.

“please, please please please daddy,” you slur, “put a baby in me, i wanna feel you in me.” panting under ellie, you watch as her eyes widen.

holy shit.

she knew you wanted it– bad– but not as bad as her! her grip on your knees tightens, halfway between moaning as she ruts into your sweet pussy, pushing you so far your hips tilt forward, deep enough in you to feel you squeeze her dry.

“baby– baby you gotta–“ she breathes, her eyes on yours, “you gotta let me cum in you.” she’s breathless, panting like she’s in heat no way to fix it without fucking you senseless. each thrust and thump of her cock in you has you letting out a yelp of a gasp, “yes!” you nod, “yes daddy!”

it’s not even the act of fucking you senseless, feeling your gummy walls wrap around her cock that finally gets her, it’s you as a whole. scratching her back, whining, pleading for more of her, for the exact same thing she wants.

ellie’s head drops, her shoulders trembling like she’s lost control. she stutters forward, her body moving before she can.her hand drops from you thigh to your abdomen.

you feel it, her pressing down on your womb, her ploughing thrust reduced to sporadic slaps as she spills inside of you.

you pant underneath her, your brain fuzzy, feeling the bulge in your belly soften, only to drip out a warm heat between your thighs, melting into the sheets in a puddle.

“ellie…” you puff, your hand meeting hers on your stomach. “hm?” she mumbles, being pulled from a trance, watching you take every drop of her seed. “you alright?” to be fair, you’ve never seen her this spent, even after a round or two , she usually has enough in her to stand up on her own.

and you better believe that she’s trying. jinx gets all sweet on you, giving up the cheeky, spoiled spiel just to feel your hands on her, to put out the fire burning in her belly. she doesn’t care how long it takes, how tired the both of you are, she needs to feel you peel her apart and lay her out.

it’s sort of sweet, knowing that all of her little games weren’t in vain, but for your attention. only you.

while you lay in bed, soft covers draped over you and soft colored light peaking through window, jinx is lying on her stomach, her under her pillow with a pout.

you know what she’s doing, she keeps squirming, trying to rub up on the bed to get herself off without annoying you too much. that, or she’s actually trying to get your attention.

either way, you notice. turning your head over your shoulder, you’re met with the sweetest sight ever.

jinx is laying in her stomach, knees digging into the bed as he hugs her pillow to her face. her brows are furrowed and her ears droop down over her pigtails. wide, glassy eyes meet yours, and she whines.

“please,” jinx pleads, “i need you so bad, don’t make me beg.”

you have been a bit cruel to her during the start of her heat. you can smell her, obviously, but you wanted to see how long she could last when she needs you so bad.

rigidly, you roll your shoulders, turning over to lay on your back at her side. “you’re the one that wants it so bad, don’t you? can’t even go a week without needing me in you. you’re lucky you’re such a cute little bunny.”

you pat your thigh, motioning for her to sit on your lap. you really didn’t need to tho, she was already climbing on you when you looked her way.

you can’t help but indulge your bunny, pulling your shirt up just enough to make her want more skin. her gaze is so heavy, jinx’s hands moving under your shirt and up your chest within a few slow movements. she’s already rutting down onto your thigh, biting her lip just feeling you.

just watching her is enough to make you chuckle, your hands pushing the waistband of her pajama shorts down over the curve of her rear. “you love that, don’t you, bunny?”

jinx doesn’t have to look up from her hands kneading your breast to know you have the most teasing smiles on your lips. “y-yes,” she quickly nods, her mouth spilling open in a whimper, “love f-feeling you.”

“lift,” your hand pats her ass and like instinct, she eagerly sits up, letting you push her clothes off. you feel it the second she sits on your hips, just how wet she is.

a blue tuft of hair between her thighs, soaked and glistening barely hides her clit poking out from her lips. “shit, bunny,” you chuckle, grabbing her hips to grind her down onto your hips, “you need me, don’t you? needa feel mommy in you?”

jinx nods, letting out little pants as she pushes her hips forward, her mind set only on getting fucked through her heat, forget any sense of conversation. “can… please, can we use your strap?” forget shame too.

rubbing her cheek, you cock your head, taking in every detail of her scrunched up, needy face. “grab it for me, princess?”

she’s fumbling through your bedside table and sliding the harness around your hips in a hurry, lifting your leg to glide into the straps before she tightens in them in place, snug around your hips.

jinx doesn’t wait for any type of permission to plant all of her weight onto your lap, your shaft parting her sopping cunt and prodding at her cervix all at once. you watch as she doesn’t even take the time to catch her breath or adjust to the weight of your cock deep in her belly.

she’s just so eager, easy, even.

the wet sound of you filling her, so sloppy and almost uncoordinated, followed by her moaning while she rocks back & forth clouds your mind. there’s nothing you could want more than your sweet bunny riding your cock until she’s tired out.

you wouldn’t want to admit it, but you get off just as much as she does, soft grunts, biting your lip at her perky little tits bounce while she rides through her heat, you’re not subtle. not like jinx noticed anyways, too caught up on squeezing your chest for any kind of support she could find, not even really all in it, she’d still ride you exhausted, anything to feel your tip driving into her gooey walls.

her hips slap down onto yours every once in a while, a soft thwack that has her letting out a gasp, the impact much more forceful than it sounded. bunny likes it rougher than you’d think. even if it’s a bit gross, how could jinx not love chasing the dream of you cumming in her, hot, sticky cum coating her walls, dripping down to mix between your thighs? the girls gotta breed!

the mental image of it is overwhelming, jinx’s mouth hanging open in a burst of moan, her fingers digging into your shoulders with small, crescent indents. “mommy,” she pleads, her chest heaving in short huffs, her now messy braids cascading down the bow of her jolting shoulders, “i need… i-i need you to cum in me.”

slipping your hands under the curve of her ass, you clench her hips, helping her sink onto your cock, the fat tip of you tot wedged in her heat. “yeah, you want mommy to get you nice and full?” you coo to her, fingering dancing a path from her ass the pit of her belly. “tell me how bad you need it, how bad you need mommy to fuck a litter into you.”

her hips spasm forward, her arms trembling like they’d give out from the sensual weight of your words. how could something so vulgar be so enthralling. “want- wanna be full of your babies,” she shamelessly moans, her thighs bracketing yours in a tight hug, “i can already feel you in my belly.” to say she’s getting off on the image of you fucking a litter into her is an obvious observation.

pressing your palm flat to her belly, you hum, watching jinx smack her hips into yours with a sense of amusement. she knows she can’t have it, and outside of the situation, she wouldn’t want anything of the sort. but when she’s cockdrunk and wanton, there’s nothing more enticing than your cum dripping from between her thighs after her heat.

you rub her stomach, feeling the faint bulge your tip drives into her belly, her soft gasps ebbing with her effort to chase the growing ache in her belly. “gonna make you a mommy, princess. you look so beautiful, taking me so good just so i can fill your womb, get you all stuffed.”

patting her rear, you meet her thrust with slow rolls of your hips. you can tell she’s close, her breath drawn short. her brows pulled together. her body tense and slightly stalled. her head dips forward, her forehead pressed to you shoulder, heavy and immovable as her body convulses atop yours, hands clenched and her stomach tensing in a solid wave.

“mmmnfh, yes! i– ah mommy i– yes–!” she chants, sandwiching her bottom lip between her teeth to contain her moans, no matter how sweet they sound.

riding out her orgasm, settling into your grip, she falls flat onto your chest, the thin sheen of sweat coating from her neck to her belly makes a wet smack once she’s limp against you.

as jinx pants on top of you, hiding in your neck and under her mess of hair and floppy ears, you run one hand up and down her spine, the other massaging the space right above her puff of a tail.

“you okay, princess?” you mutter, brushing a soft kiss along the top of her head, your nose pressed into her hair.

in a slow motion, she nods, “‘m okay,” jinx breathes, peeking up to you with a dopey little grin, her grip on you weakened.

“you all done then, pretty girl?” you chuckle, noting how her already rolling her hips onto your cock, puffy pussy lips swallowing it whole while her juices trickle down both your thighs is pretty telling.

it doesn’t help that you aren’t the most social, just a bit more casual than professional. so you don’t open up, you don’t really bother putting yourself out there, how the hell is parker meant to figure anything out about you?

all seems hopeless until the stars practically align. a few of the folks on night shift get a common day off, and instead of staying home and sleeping like most would, a boot has the great idea for y’all to go out for drinks, treat yourselves for the hard work you’ve put in the past few months. it’s a shock that once you’re asked to go with, you actually agree.

true be told, it isn’t exactly how you’d wanna spend your day off, but it’s only a few hours, and once you’re out on the spot in front of a new set of coworkers, you don’t wanna come off as rude for not going with.

it’s an odd way to first integrate socially in with your new shift mates, being tossed into a loud, packed to the brim club of drunken people bumping shoulders. but you’ve come too far to leave now.

the start of the night trails on slow, the group perched at the bar nursing your first few shots to ease you into the evening. gradually, conversations branch off, some staying to drink, others leaving to go socialize away from all the alcohol. yet, the idea of being alone in this mess would be much worse than suffering through small talk.

confining yourself to the far corner of the bar, where things calm down to less sparse of area, you nurse your drink. you find some kind of comfort in the whirl of a night in settling just down the bar from parker, your senior resident. you’d much rather sit where you can both think and keep an eye on a familiar face than risk getting overwhelmed in the midst of it all.

of course, seeing you sitting all by your lonesome just doesn’t work for parker. she’s kept a watchful eye on you and now seems like the perfect time to ask; you’re drunk, alone, and probably a bit more loose-lipped. really, is it taking advantage of someone if it’s only of their honesty and for a brief moment?

slowly making her way over to you parker weaves through groups of people. you don’t even notice her until you feel a light tap on your shoulder, assuming it’s some random drunkard trying to pick at you.

“you aren’t the first person to say i don’t fit the room,” you puff, expecting another comment on your person. glancing back to put a face to the assumed annoyance, only to be met with - “ellis- er, parker?” your face falls in horror, thinking only a light scold will get you reported for misconduct.

maybe it’s the light, that has to be it or else parker’s looking at you with the smuggest smile possible. “yeesh kid, jumpy aren’t ya?” hearing her tease you might actually be the most mortifying thing that’s happened to you. “not normally, no- i didn’t hear you, i-it’s so loud, yknow?”

instead of berating you, or even roughly teasing you, she chuckles. pearly whites peeking out from behind her lips. “don’t worry, i get it, i shouldn’t be scaring little lambs like you anyways,” she mutters the last half to herself, halfway into her glass.

“well, how you doin’ over here? you seem… quieter than normal.” even as drunk as you managed to get, you notice the way her eyes turned you over. “‘m fine, just… not used to this many people.” parker nods, nudging your shoulder with the back of her hand, her touching lingering a bit too longer. “its alright, just stick by and you’ll be okay.”

even though it’s the bar minimum of reassurance, her coming up to check on you hidden in the cramped club, noise built into the floors eases the blur of action in front of you. “yknow, i been meaning to ask,” she starts, pulling you out of your little drunken sense of awe, “what made you switch to night shift?”

you knew the questions been going around the department, swirling whispers making people talk, but to be outright asked is something else. “oh, um… it worked better for me,” but even as you say it, you know it sounds like an excuse. and telling by the look on her face, so does parker. “that right, you just can’t play nice with others?”

it’s not meant to be an accusation, but it sure does feel like it, feeling your heart skip half a beat. “well- no, i didn’t have any beef with them, yknow? just couldn’t really uh… there was um… disagreements,” you awkwardly chuckle, trying to smooth out her suspicions. “disagreements?” she scoffs, her suspicious gaze prompting a drunken mumbling for a response. “not like, screaming matches- i-i dont think it was best for me to be around most of em.”

by the look on her eyes, you can tell she’s still curious. letting out a sigh, parker takes a half step closer, her gaze holding yours. “look,” parker hums, getting close enough that even with others bumping shoulders with you, she’s close enough to feel like it’s only you two, “i’ve had my own fair shares of grudges with attendings, residents and everyone in between. i promise you, it can’t be that bad.”

looking between her and the ruckus around you, what does it matter if one person knows what really happened? “i slept with a senior resident.”

after a moment of staring, parker starts chuckling, eyeing you like you grew a second head. “really?” she laughs. “i- yeah, i mean it was just a fling, a-and then hr almost got involved and it was just best to switch,” you hurriedly explain, only to find she has the same expression.

her teasing expression breaks once she sees how much this is actually troubling you. “kid,” she concedes, “it happens a lot. people move around and get around. but if you’re really that strung up about it, let’s get you a drink.”

patting your shoulder, she pulls you towards the bar, the both of you getting press up to the bar top in the very corner. “whaddya you drink?” staring at the bottles of liquor lining the walls for a good second, you shrug. “um, i’ll have whatever you do.”

“i can make that happen,” she hums, patting you shoulder and calling over the bartender and soon, two green tea shots are slid across the bar top right in front of you. “so,” she starts, watching you hold the shot glass close, “you do that often?”

you may have expected the question and thought it isn’t out of reason to think she’d ask, but you were expecting a bit more conversation before she digs into your personal life. “not exactly,” you mumble, glancing up at her only to back off a second later, “it was just… me and one of doctors, her and i… we almost got in trouble with hr, so… thought it’d just be better to call it off.”

“wow.”

you’re caught off guard once parker still to full on giggle at you. “hey, you said you wouldn’t judge.” you feel a bit more upset than you probably should, but you were the one to trust her, as she is your senior now, but- “kid, i ain’t teasing. it’s just- the lil’ lamb got with another resident so often you almost got caught? if it weren’t so dumb, i’d be jealous.”

she slides her shot glass up to your with a soft clink, smiling while she downs the shot. only out of courtesy do you drink yours, already feeling loopy enough. “jealous, you?” you mumble, having no mind to filter your mind, wanting to know just why she’d be envious of you sleeping around.

“oh cmon, you know it’s a bit more than curiosity that keeps me interested in you.” she says with a smirk so proud it’s nearly a sneer. “yeah?” you scoff, glancing up at her with a daring glint and leaning into the wall to try and seem tough. “and you’re already playing with me. thought you’d be a bit less eager here.”

she’s smug as always, taking a step closer and leaning over you, shattering any act you tried to play. “you’re not dumb, and i don’t stick around newer girls this long unless im interested.” her hand goes up and her thumb traces the outline of your lips. “you’re… i can’t get in trouble, ellis.”

she chuckles, her hand sliding down to rest on the nape of your neck, her thumb under your jaw and tilting your chin up. “the only thing that’s gonna get you in trouble, is that name.”

tucked into the back corner of the bar, out of eye from even the bartender, you let parker get closer than your bad idea was.

“maybe… maybe in the bathroom?” you whisper, still concerned on getting the both of you in the least amount of trouble. but parker is so much more confident in this than you’d think, her free hand gripping your hip and pinning it to the wall. “we’ll be fine here, don’t you worry.”

to calm your bubbling nerves, she presses a light kiss to your temple, careful to ease you into her. “parker,” you whine, though it’s more of a plea once she has you in her arms, warm and fuzzy. or that’s the alcohol. who cares, it still feels good.

“it’s okay,” she reassures you, leaning over to shield your body with her own, “you just gotta stay quiet, kiddo.” tilting your head up to meet hers, parker holds you close, your foreheads pressed together. “can you do that for me?” with a racing heart and speeding mind, your brain skips past anything you might regret and nod.

“good.”

her lips meet yours in a slow, tantalizing flow. you kiss back the second you feel her, your hands grabbing her by the shirt, bunching the fabric up and pulling her closer. parker’s lips part open, nipping at your bottom lip and holding your jaw tighter when you whine.

“you said you’d be quiet,” she scolds in tone that manages to not make you feel stupid. “i’m trying-“ “shhh.” parker reaches down, her hand trailing from your hip down the front of your shorts, not even bothering to unbutton them.

she waits until she hears you whine to do anything. dipping her fingers underneath the waist band of your panties, sliding a finger between your wet folds, feeling over the ridges of your pussy; it all comes so naturally to parker while she finger- fucks in some random little bar.

letting your head fall forward on her shoulder, shuddering into her neck. “parker- i… you’re being mean.”

parker chuckles, shaking her head while she holds you close, “oh yeah?” her fingertips graze the rim of your entrance, teasing while she gets a feel of just how wet you really are.

“sorry, princess,” she whispers, but you aren’t sure if it’s for teasing, or for how easy she’s made it for herself to slide a digit in. with a slow drag, her finger curls inside of you, feeling just how tight you are.

“ah shit,” parker whispers under her breath, a smile growing once she kisses your cheek, just close enough to mutter, “that feel good?”

you nod into parker’s shoulder, whining into her jacket, “yeah,” you start in a mumble, “m-more.” your voice breaks into a plea at the sound of your own need.

you can barely finish your sentence before another two of her fingers sink inside your spongy walls. “there ya go, take me, pretty girl,” she puffs into your ear, her free hand holding the bottom of your thigh.

with so much going on, your pussy filled to the brim, dripping down her wrist, pushed against the wall and spread open where anyone can see, all you can manage to do in your haze is grab and hope parker doesn’t let go.

“parker, please- shit, y-you’re so deep!” you cry, your leg tightening in place and your stomach clenching. you know that if anyone even looked over, they’d see and hear the lewd scene among the bustling club.

you can feel the grin on her lips as they press into your neck when she whispers; “yeah, that’s juust right, isn’t it? you’re already close, aren’t ya.”

her voice rolls over you, warm and safe, lulling you in as you nearly go limp in her arms. you try to say something, anything, but she’s just too good at this.

your mouth falls open a near-silent, whiny cry.

her grip on you tightens.

and right as you’re shuddering, clenching around her fingers and soaking through layers of clothing-

thud.

“watch it.” “s-sorry!” you’re stuttering out an apology, your shoulder clipped by someone walking before you can even finish cumming, panting as your voice breaks into an embarrassing staccato.

it takes a second, but once the both of you catch your breath, parker is chuckling, not moving quite yet. she rubs your back and hugs you close, chuckling about the ruined moment. once it sets in, the whining, begging, lusting, so does the burning embarrassment.

“shit,” abby puffs out, panicking to rush back to somewhere alice and her would be safe. in the midst of trying to run and getting herself to safety, abby bumps into you. you were meant to sweep the area and then get back to your safe house. but once the whistling of your other seraphites stops and you spot the demons hurdling towards you, there’s something telling you to grab that girl and help her while you help yourself.

now is a better time than any as you both scramble to get yourselves together in such a panic. tugging at her arm, you pull abby with you. there’s no real correlation between her being a wolf and you helping her, just not wanting to see another person get torn to shreds if you could help it.

“come with me,” you mutter, pulling her with you. at first her and her dog snap at you, “hey, let go!” but you keep tugging. “i have a safe house nearby, we need to go before they get us,” you reiterate, nodding over to the group of demons just to emphasize the danger the both of you two can’t take down alone. “what? hell no, how do i know you’re not gonna-“ “i’m not gonna hurt you, promise. but we need to go, now,” you growl, pulling her along, her dog running close behind.

after a bit of distance, you let go of her wrist, trusting her to follow as you peel back a section of loose fencing into a cleared and abandoned yard with small, scattered trailer homes, far enough from the main route that no remaining infected would cause trouble.

with her still in tow, you quickly usher abby in, locking the door behind you two in case any stragglers followed behind. “what the fuck was that?!” abby pants, definitely not having expected to be tagging along with some scar. “you were in trouble, you should be grateful, yknow,” you grumble, not exactly scared of her yelling.

with a scoff abby stands there, arms crossed as you pace around the safe house, closing windows and checking what supplies you have. “grateful? bullshit, how do i know you’re not gonna kill me or something?” “i already told you i wasn’t going to. besides, if i wanted you dead, i would have left you,” you mutter, turning back to her after lighting the room just enough so that if any stragglers came by, they wouldn’t see.

“i wouldn’t have died out there, i can hold my own,” she groans, annoyed that you’re acting so high and mighty. “it was an entire horde,” you start, plopping down on a nearby couch to peel off your drenched overcoat, “you’re lucky i was there.” standing over you abby stares, confused on why a relatively average scar soldier isn’t afraid of her. “what’s wrong with you?” “i’m perfectly healthy, there’s nothing wrong with-” “no, not healthwise, just- why are you so calm? we got jumped by a horde, you’re not even shaken.”

you look up at her, confusion tugging at your expression. “i knew we’d be alright,” you reply calmly, watching how she tenses at your answer, “well, i knew i would, you have a few wounds.” looking her over you note the few scratches and gashes over her arms and torso, even a pretty good one on her thigh that she must’ve gotten on the run here and climbing through the fence. “sit. i’ll clean them,” you state, leaving no room for argument. abby can’t help but laugh at how outrageous you’re acting. “i’m not a kid, i can take care of myself-” “i said sit.”

letting out a huff as she plops down on your couch abby waits for you to grab your medical supplies, murmuring under her breath, “bossy ass scar.” you pay it no mind, knowing that you’d also be a bit upset if someone of the opposite faction were to essentially kidnap your dog and you, but your focus on helping her is more important.

“take that off.” “what?” abby says, not expecting another barking order from you. “your shirt, it’s in the way.” “you really thinking i’m taking anything off for you?” you look at her like she’s insane, she really is in your mind. “i get you may value your modesty, but you’re in no condition to be doing this yourself. so it’s either we start with your arm and torso, or your leg.”

rolling her eyes at her seemingly equal options abby shakes her head, knowing doing it herself would make the bleeding worse. “fine, arms and stuff first.” in an almost triumphant air, you sit next to her, letting her peel off her shirt on her own. you could see through the fabric that she was lean, sure, but by the prophet, she is ripped. tight muscles and soft freckled skin. “see, not hard to listen,” you choke out.

things go quiet as you wipe down her wound, somewhat happy that she’s stopped talking. it’s already hard enough to focus when you see her stomach tense. “abby,” she croaks out. “what?” you mutter, your gaze flickering up to her, only to look back down when you see the embarrassed flush over her cheeks. “my name, don’t need yours.”

“you aren’t getting it anyways,” you puff, as indifferent as you could pretend to be when this is the first time you’ve been alone with another woman in months. as you tie the bandage around her bicep, wrapped around snuggly, you glance up at her, noting the way her face twists every few seconds.

feeling awkward at the silence you lean over, grabbing a new roll of bandages and gauze to wrap her torso. your uneasiness is only made worse by having to lean over and reach around her stomach, your ear occasionally brushing over her chest. would it be weird to lean into her?

you know she’s been rude and hostile, but she seems nice enough, as she trusts you enough to fix up her wounds. “alright, i need to do your thigh now,” you mutter, tying up her wraps. “sure,” abby puffs reluctantly, hooking her thumbs into her pants and shoving them down to her knee.

oh prophet, this is unfair, seeing a woman this beautiful in nothing but underwear is a sin, or at least i it feels like it. abby catches you eyeing her and just can’t help but laugh a little. “even scars are pervs,” “a perv?” you murmur, awkwardly tending to her wounds. “you were staring,” and since you’ve dragged her here, you see a small smile on her lips. “oh, well um… only our soldiers are really muscular like you, i-i was just admiring.”

abby looks down at you, how attentive you are to her wounds, how you seem almost nervous but never afraid. “is it bad to say i think you’re one of the good ones?” abby blurts out before she can think twice. “probably.” abby shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. “you’re just… calmer, i guess sweeter, than most of the scars i’ve met.” you glance up at her, not sure how to take compliments from, quite frankly, the prettiest girl you’ve seen in a while, and practically feel her up while wiping up the blood on her gashes.

“you can’t just say that,” you mutter, eyes trained on her wound. “what’s that?” she hums, reaching out to thumb at the sleeve of your shirt. “that. you call me a perv and then compliment me while you’re half naked.” “aww, too much?” abby chuckles, almost cruel, as she can see the way you hesitate to touch her. glaring up at her, you huff, “you’re just pushing me.” “that’s sort of the point, pretty girl.”

grabbing the warm flesh of her freshly wrapped thigh you pay no mind to the way she looks down at you, finally sick of the way she’s been teasing you. “i’ll show you too much.” you’d expect abby to push you away, call you a perv and creep, but watching you peel her thighs apart after having cleaned her up so sweetly has her melting.

you work to make that cocky tone fade, tugging at the hem of her panties, watching the way she shudders, almost amazed by you being so confident, when she’s used to people being the slightest bit intimidated by her looming form. it’s a breath, more so a gasp, of fresh air, once she feels you peeling the hem of her under wear down, tossed to the side with her pants.

there’s no way in hell a lack of attention can make you this needy, desperate enough to slide your hands down, shoving your pants and underwear to who knows where. you don’t care enough to ease her in, not when you’re wet enough for the both of you. and by the looks of it, so is she, dark blonde tufts of hair puffed up over her mound, her lips glistening in slick.

abby feels better than she looks, with her thighs wrenched back into her stomach, your one thigh tossed around hers, hands on her knees to keep the both of you in place. you watch her face scrunch up once your clit bumps into hers, sending a jolt up her spine. “that shut you up?” you chuckle, watching her fingers dig into the couch cushions, helpless to the pleasure pull from her.

letting out heavy pants you curve your head back because this isn’t just for her. “of course it did,” you puff, “you aren’t the type to run your mouth– fuck, once you finally get what you want.” amongst the hazy fog of bliss melting her brain and body alike, abby’s shocked by just how forward you are within minutes. going from too nervous to wrap her wounds, to having your legs tangled, slick cunt glued to the other is one case of whiplash.

each nudge of your clit to abby’s, pushing the hood of her clit up just enough to feel your dripping pussy in full detail has her moaning, biting her lip to save herself of the embarrassment of admitting she’s loving this. “y-you’re being mean-“ abby whines, watching you grind your hips down onto her like its the last thing you’ll do. to say it’s a sight to see is an understatement.

craning your forward to look at her you shake your head, left hand gripping her chin in a firm hold. “you think i’m mean?” your voice rough with a cruel edge, sending a shiver up her spine that abby can’t even process. abby is about to process until she hears the familiar crackle of a radio walkie. “sh-shit,” she mutters out in a broken moan, struggling to stay kept together.

“oh, that yours?” you coo, looking over to the mess of her gear and clothes tossed to the side, “might wanna answer.” rummaging through her things, you pick up the walkie, even then not giving the mercy of a slower pace to ease the pull in her gut. holding it up to her, there’s distinct the sound of a man’s voice from the other end calling to her. “go on.” with a shaking hand, abby takes the walkie from you trying to focus on keeping her voice steady as you practically fuck into her.

“m-manny?” she croaks out into the receiver. immediately, there’s a hushed but panicked response. “abs! it’s been hours and there’s word that a horde went through your route. are you safe?!” the man, presumably manny, urges. looking between you, the wet, sticky mess that is the both of yours’ sex, and the notably clear area outside the window, abby nods, “yeah, i’m h-holed up is all.” “do we needa send a group? we can get you out, abs.”

whoever this guy is, he’s panicking like hell, when in reality, abby’s struggling to keep up because you’ve got her knee bent so far back that each touch of her clit to yours, lips sliding along one another with each languid stroke you press into her is fucking with her head. “no, i’ll be fine. j-just– oh holy hell, i-i’ll be good till morning,” abby moans, her demeanor cracking as your hand that was once on her chin squeezes her thigh.

tossing the walkie back into the heap of her clothes, you watch abby squirm and whine, her mouth hung open in high little whimpers. it’s cute, seeing such a big girl get all whiny. “you’re not so subtle,” you pant, using your hand to prop yourself up on the soft ripple of her abs. “can’t even keep quiet.”

not like either of you couldn’t tell, she’s been moaning like a drunken whore this entire time. you can feel it too, the way she tenses, her teeth grit and her eyes shut painfully tight. “you gonna cum for me,” you hum, an almost cocky look in your eyes seeing how needy she’s gotten, “gonna show me how good it feels?”

abby squirms underneath you, bumping her hips forward to try and catch on to that last bit she needs for her to come undone. “shit- i… oh god, please, please, l-let me… lemme come,” abby whines, looking at you like you could break her with a simple no. humming at the thrum of bliss between you two, lean into her, clit pressed right up to hers so that no matter how you move, she’ll feel you. “mhm, show me how much you need me,” you all but growl.

abby really does take that to heart as her hands scramble onto your biceps, grounding herself as a slow but steady rumble of pleasure bleeds through her core, her back arching into you. you coo at her seeing that she’s likely just as pent up and desperate for sex as you are. “theeeere you go, that’s a good girl,” you hum, your tone tainted with a tinge of condescension.

“exactly!” jackie huffs, shutting the door after you. “i just– ugh, why are boys like this?! and to think i was gonna get back with him tonight.” “really, again? you two just gotta stay broken up at this point.” with a scoff jackie turns around to look at you, almost offended you’d say something like that. “we’ve been together so long, even if we break up, it’s not like we actually break up.”

“so what? if you break up at all that means you don’t like him as much as you say you do,” you protest, trailing behind her up the stairs to her room. jackie groans, pushing the door to her room open, flopping down in her bed, tipsy as ever. “i just put sooo much effort into him, i literally get myself all pretty just for him half the time.”

nudging the door closed behind you with your foot you sit down next to her. “you’re already pretty, jackie.” as she tilts her head to look over at you you feel your face heat up. there’s something about the way she looks at you, like it’s hard for her to say she’d go back to jeff once you’re right in front of her. “you think so?”

“obviously?” you chuckle, like it’s the most apparent thing ever. “how much did you actually have to drink?” “not that much,” she huffs, giving your thigh a soft slap, not actually trying to hurt you. “uh-huh. and what exactly does ‘putting effort into jeff’ even mean?” “like, getting all pretty him, makeup, hair, nails, cute clothes.” rolling your eyes you reach down, pushing a small strand of hair from her eyes. “cute clothes.” “yeah, pretty skirts,” she lists off, “frilly dresses, lacey lingerie,” jackie giggles, playfully seductive.

with a puff of annoyance you shake your head, “hard to say i don’t believe it.” looking up at you jackie sits up, a small smile on her lips, a glint of something like a plan in her eyes. “you wanna see?” she blurts out. cocking your head in confusion you watch her. “see what?” “y’know, what i’d put on for him,” jackie giggles, a slight flush to her face. “what? no, i don’t needa see that kinda thing.” she leans into you, a puppy dog pout in her lips. “oh cmon, we’re both girls, and we’re friends! you should let me show you.”

“you’re drunk,” you protest, even if your hands twitch in the covers of her bed just thinking about her in something less modest. “so? cmon, it’ll be quick. if you think i’m pretty like this, you’ll think im even prettier like that.” jackie grabs at your shoulders, whining at you until you give in. “i- fine, but just for second.” jackie nearly leaps out of bed once she gets what she wants. you know she’d never be like this while sober, or at least not as insistent, but you have a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to indulge yourself, to at least take a look.

after a moment or so jackie peeks out from behind her changing curtain, giggling at you, a tiny smile on her lips. “you can loook,” she says in a singsong tone. “hm? oh, yeah,” you murmur, eyes following her shadow through the curtain. as she steps out your eyes widen, rolling over her body. “oh damn…” you trail off, definitely stroking jackie’s ego.

“you like what you see?” she teases, her hands on her hips. staring in awe, you take in her figure. soft, pink frilly babydoll dress with a little bow on the breast, ruffles cascading over the soft plush of her thighs. “i… y-yeah,” you stutter, amazed by the sight of her figure softly lit by lamp. “are… are you wearing anything um… under? for him- do you- like, wear anything under?” you nervously spit out, trying to not seem as into this as you definitely are.

“wow. sweetie, are you seriously asking if i’m wearing panties or not?” jackie coos, sauntering over to you, her hands ending up on your shoulders, so much closer than you’d think she would ever get. “well i- j-just asking, yknow? i was curious, i-if it was matching, or whatever,” you stammer out, panicking as she gets closer.

“you’re a bad liar,” she coos, her fingers grazing you chin, tilting your gaze up to meet hers. “you’re lucky i want you to see.” as jackie holds your face her other hands trails up the smooth curves of her body, hiking up the front of the sheer dress to show nothing underneath, nothing but the the sweet folds of her cunt, all for you to see. “you– oh wow,” you nervously chuckle. “i’m not a museum,” jackie chuckles, catching you off as her face is suddenly right in from of yours, “you’re allowed to touch too.”

“jackie, i can’t, you’re drunk,” you protest, looking at her with wide eyes. yet, she never pulls away, “tipsy at best,” jackie hums before she slopes down, pressing her lips to yours. never in a million years did you ever think you’d get to kiss jackie taylor, your best friend, let alone in the prettiest, frilliest lingerie you’ve ever seen. with shaky hands, you hold her waist, the silk of her dress soft under your fingertips.

jackie presses into you further, pushing you back onto her bed, straddling your lap, her lips never leaving yours. you think you’ve seen perfection until you see jackie pulling back from a kiss, breathless, lips wet and kiss swollen, hair ruffled. “i… you’re more than pretty,” you chuckle, your grip shifting down to her hips, “you’re gorgeous.” though it’s sweet, jackie can’t help a snort of laughter, running her thumb over your lip. “you’re such a cutie.”

running you eyes over her your hands tense over her sides, “can i touch you? m-more, i mean.” she only encourages you, her manicured fingers encompassing yours, dragging your hands down to the curve of her ass under her dress. “don’t ask, just do it.” giving her a squeeze you marvel at how soft she is, how her face twitches at the slightly rough touch. you don’t even notice she’s sat on your knee until her hips start to move over your knee.

jackie ruts her cunt down onto you, her hands resting on either side of your head, trying to discreetly rub herself. but you can’t miss the wet patch over your jeans, how teeth pull at her bottom lip, little whimpers she just can’t keep to herself. “here,” jackie puffs, bossy as ever, grabbing your one hand to lay it on her breast.

giving her a quick squeeze you’re shocked by just how sensitive her breasts are. jackie nearly doubles over on top of you, a breathless chuckle of a moan forcing its way out. “geez, you’re loud,” you hum, taking the initiative to pull her closer, helping her rut into you, reveling in the way her face scrunches up, her brows furrowed and her mouth hung open in whiny little gasps. “shut up,” she huffs, cupping her hand over your mouth, the room filled with her soft pants and each whimper she can’t quiet.

“god…” she moans, and the sight is a beauty. jackie sitting on you lap while you grope her tit, her cunt warm on your knee while she gets off on you, a light sweat pearling on her face and neck. “fuck, you’re good,” she rasps, her hand over your mouth tangling in your hair. jackie’s lips meeting yours again, nearly bouncing on your knee from how hard she’s grinding down onto you.

even as she’s tangling her tongue with yours you can tell how close she’s getting. jackie kisses you like it’ll be her last act as human, her hands either tangling in your hair or holding your cheek. you can’t even swallow every little noise she makes, her fervor outdoing the pace you can set her to.

your hand on her breast goes up to grab her chin, pulling her back to look at you. “you like that?” you hum. “mhm,” jackie nods, a blissful smile ruffling at her face, her mind too overwhelmed with the need to get what she can from you like this that she would do whatever you told her to. yet, knowing this, you’re sweet on her, pressing a gentle peck to her lips, feeling your heart flutter at the absolute angel in front of you.

“there ya go,” you hum, watching her twitch and shudder with an attention to detail that a marble sculptor could only dream of. “shit, i… oh god, cutie!” jackie moans, pressing her forehead to your shoulder, panting like a dog, her thrusts becoming erratic. with your hand on her hip and your arms wrapping around her waist you keep her close, a comforting, grounding force as she moans into the crook of you neck, her world spinning for a good moment.