“Mhm, I think you’re gonna be singing a different tune tomorrow morning pretty.” She says, hands smoothing along your back and your foggy mind zeros in on her biceps, the way the muscles move with her gentle movements— god you just wanted to…

“I’m gonna bite you...” You mutter suddenly, staring down at her arms as she lets out a low chuckle. “Yeah? Keep your chompers to yourself, please.” She replies, shifting her hips beneath you to sit more comfortably, watching with a smug grin at the way you bite your bottom lip… she couldn’t help herself.

“Viiiiolet. Don’t be mean.” The sound should be sin, the whine that sweetens up your already honeyed tone. “Mean?— how am I being mean, I’m just sittin’ here… you’re the one talking about biting me, baby.” She coos back, almost condescendingly and if you were any more sober you would’ve picked up on it.

Her intense gaze doesn’t break away from you as she watches you lean forwards, Your delicate fingers curling around her jaw, manicured nails lightly pressing into her cheek— causing her breath to hitch, payback. “You know exactly what you’re doing— I’ll bite you.” You playfully threaten, words coming out all slurred together as you press another sloppy kiss against her jaw leaving a shiny red print of the shape of your lips against her skin as your hands feel up her biceps, which she purposefully flexes beneath your palms.

“Sink those teeth into my arm and I’ll make you sleep on the couch.” She chuckles, squeezing your waist a little as your lips grace the corner of her mouth, with a comically dramatic pout— she’d be lying if she said the idea wasn’t piquing her interest slightly, she’d have a field day with you tomorrow.

You let out a small groan, mumbling on about how ‘unfair’ she was being by ‘hogging her juicy arms to herself’ with your face pressed into her shoulder. “Oh it’s definitely your bedtime, you’re completely wasted and m’covered in your lipstick.” She replies with a smirk, you can hear it in her tone. She was loving this.

“Good… keep it there, you’re allll mine.” You drawl, nuzzling impossibly closer into her neck with a small grumble— something incoherent she couldn’t even begin to decipher so instead she just settles for a soft, whispered— “Yeah, all yours baby.” In agreement.

You go silent for a moment, basking in the way her strong arms loop around you protectively— so warm and safe— and she thinks you might’ve fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the way your lips trail along the tattoo on the side of her neck. You were obsessed with it, along with her back, her arms, her thighs… honestly everything but she didn’t want to start you off by teasing you about it— god no, she wouldn’t never get you to go to sleep.

“You gonna let me get you ready for bed now angel?” Her gentle voice breaks through the silence, her fingers massaging the nape of your neck slowly as you nod against her shoulder with a small “m’kay.” Letting her carry you off into your shared bedroom where she'll gently wipe your makeup off and get you into something more comfortable before kissing your face until those pretty eyes of yours flutter close.

when the two of you disconnect there's a sloppy string of saliva that connects you with her, it only pushes you over the edge more. you push yourself back up, but with her hand still on the back of your neck, she pushes you back down once more. lips just barely touching, "tell me how bad you needed me," your glossy eyes widen at her request. "and no more closing your eyes and biting your lip bullshit." her grasp on you releases and she reaches over to grab her cigar and lighter. the shift in her hips as she reaches over and the tightening of her mechanical arm still on your hip to keep you from moving too much as she moves has you clenching your cunt as the slight friction. lighting it, throwing the lighter back onto the nightstand and inhaling the smoke, her eyes momentarily before puffing out the smoke through her nose.

you're met with the comforting grey of her eyes once more. sevika corks up a brow at you. "well? get to movin' and talkin'." her words breaking you out of the trance you were under, settling back into a position, beginning to grind your slick cunt on her tummy again. "atta girl."

the smoke from sevika's cigar filling the room adds to the cloudiness of your mind, "needed y'so bad." you repeat for probably the third time this night. "how so?" brows squinting together, your mouth falling into a small "o" shape. your body becomes hotter when you realize you're already close to coming soon. "ah— like this. me on top of you." you gasp.

"hm," she grunts, taking another drag of her cigar. the puffs of smoke exits her mouth as she speaks, "'nd what's got you all worked up, doll?" you know she's teasing you, she knows damn well what's got you so horned up. but regardless you tell her. "you. y're crop top. tummy and abs." she snickers at your answer. finding the way you're panting like a dog in heat cute.

"but, i wear the same thing everyday. what's so different?"

a loud groan erupts from you. falling forward into her once more. "sevi," you whine. "i—"

"you what?"

blinking down to glare down at her where you're met with a smirk. oh. "you're playing with me."

her eyebrows lift and the smirk turns into a grin, but it's quickly replaced by her taking her cigar into her mouth. "i wanna cum. please." the squelching noises of your cunt on her abs fills the room. you're so overworked and restless to reach your high.

"i don't know—"

you cut her off, "please, please, please." moaning out, "been so good, thinkin' of you 'nd only you all day." giving her the best doe eyes you can muster up at this moment.

sevika's gaze softens before it turns away from you. stretching out her arm to bud the end of the cigar. "sit up f'me." doing as she obeys. the hand once holding the cigar falls back into its place on your hips. she grinds you down onto her abs, "fuck, sevi." your wetness making it easy for her to continue moving your hips back and forth. she thinks there's something so raw and intimate about how you surrender your body to her, your willingness to trust that she'll take care of you the way you need. it swells something within her chest, and when you look so pretty all glistening, soft, and your chest shallowly raising and falling to contain and exhale air that you so desperately need. she can't help but give into you.

"c'mon, pretty. cum for me." she coxes in a husky lull. her harsh grip on your plush hips grinding your aching puffy clit onto her muscle tips you over. with a final gasp you shutter, whining out as sevika helps you ride out your high, still manipulating your hips to move. you slump against her, falling straight into her. curving your back so you'd be able to litter sloppy lovesick kisses across her face. "alright, stop that." you allow sevika to pull you away from her face, showcasing your dopey grin, "y'know you love it." you argue, leaning back down to give her a quick peck. "not really." she grumbles. rolling your eyes at her response you teasingly pinch her nipple. a gasp comes from sevika, sheepishly you giggle at her hardening expression. sliding off of her body to lie next to her.

"don't know why you got off. you're just—" she doesn't finish her sentence. "'m gonna what?" confused, brows furrowed as you watch her face soften. following her line of site, you're met with sevika's entire abdomen covered in your slick, traveling all the down past her belly button. you swear you see a glint in her happy trail and you know it's not just sweat. "sorry."

her dark gaze snaps to you, "sorry? you're cleaning your mess up."

“rough day?” not that you give a fuck. “all tired out from gassing out children? poor baby."

caitlyn remains silent as she dismisses the guard with a flick of her wrist, and you're still talking. yipping away like a dog snapping at her heels. "there are other ways to solve wealth inequality than killing off all the poor people, you know."

caitlyn's stare is glacial. god, the mouth on you. she’s considered moving you to her family’s personal prisons. though, keeping zaun's lauded revolutionary locked-up in the kirramman's basement would draw a couple eyebrows. the dungeons under the council-room you so lovingly blew up, along with her mother, suffice.

“paint a portrait,” you sneer, like the little shit you are. a bloodstain clinging to her sole, that she hasn't scraped off yet. "how 'bout you shoot a gloryhole and fuck that instead, princess."

so you do see the bulge she's packing. good. she's been aching to unload in you, all day.

"i'm not in the mood for talking." caitlyn grunts, as she opens the cellblock door and steps inside. clearly. her cock is pulsing. she hasn't even gone through the usual charade of drilling you with her perfunctory interrogation sequence, for the benefit of the enforcers stationed at your cell. (shame. you take your petty joys in turning up your nose and spitting in her face, like some structured caricature of foreplay.)

you have such tight lips. caitlyn delights in prying them open.

“knew you couldn’t resist me, princess. come back for another round, already?” somehow, you manage to sound cocky, even though there's a smear of her dried cum streaked just below your brow, from just this morning.

caitlyn tries to be good. she really does. you just make it so hard.

“hold this for me.” caitlyn orders, like you're one of her little soldiers waiting on her hand and foot. a snarky reply about the shackles around your wrists is on the tip of your tongue. no matter. caitlyn forces the barrel down your half-open mouh anyway, before you could so much as say bang.

“mmf—“ cold metal forces your mouth apart. your eyes widen, pupils swallowing up your irises. this is new. for a moment, a blind panic seizes your body, because there is a gun in your mouth. it's not like you don't know there's a guillotine with your name inscribed. (all, 'cut the head off the snake', or whatever eloquent, prissy-spun bullshit caitlyn spits in your ear as her nails scrape the walls of your cunt.)

it's been too long. the war could be over, for all you know. besides. you wouldn't put it past caitlyn, to keep you past your expiration date.

speaking of, she doesn’t bother to hush you. she only thrusts it further—far enough back to bruise your throat and stop your incessant, muffled nagging. your gag reflex triggers. unbidden, tears sprout, to burn behind your eyelids. silently, you buck.

“oh, don't be so dramatic. you’ve taken worse.” caitlyn rolls her eyes, languidly pushing the pistol in, and out. in and, out. smooth, composed motions—never letting up enough to allow you more than seethe, breathing harshly through your nose. “it’s good practice."

the fiifth time you gag, she finally lifts the barrel out. you were never one to waste the opportunity to snark back. even if you really should be saving your breath.

“you’re holding a dress rehearsal for my public execution? oh, you must really like me, doll.”

“oh, no.” caitlyn drags metal, over your lips. it’s warm, from the time it’s spent crammed down your throat “for gagging on my cock.”

even though you’re expecting it, you lash out in response, momentarily ripping the veil off your faux swagger. caitlyn tuts, though she gets a vivid lick of satisfaction from seeing you, bare, for once (god, how much effort you take), before shoving the gun back in place. you fix her with a glower that seeps with pure, divine, hatred. lips puckering goadingly, like you're screaming for her to put you out of this goddamn torment. to just fuckin' do it, already. caitlyn almost admires how you haven’t lost your rage, your viciousness. it's the one thing you have in common.

she swiftly upticks the revolver, and jerks it out, roughly. the roof of your mouth snags on its sharp-whetted sights. blood sluices down your throat. you can’t tell the taste from the metallic tang of the gun. a string of pink saliva connects its spitsoaked barrel to your sputtering lips, chest heaving.

“don’t have the balls to take the shot, huh?” you spit, as if there isn’t enough of that smeared over your chin, already.

“should you be so lucky.” caitlyn smiles, the bitch, as she swoops downwards, markedly unblemished hands grasping your jaw. of course, you think, lividly. of course piltover’s own general doesn’t get her hands dirty.

look at her, making an exception for you. how sweet.

caitlyn foregoes further fanfare, and pushes you downwards. your limbs fold in on themselves. a lion, declawed. the feeble thrash of your arms, bound at the wrist and hastened to the iron-wrought wall—are no match for the demanding brace of caitlyn’s thighs as she slides gracefully to her knees, elegant hand seizing you by the throat.

"but i'd make such a pretty martyr," you wheeze, hyper-aware of the click of caitlyn’s belt unbuckling. suddenly, you miss the pistol in your mouth.

caitlyn adores this angle. how your eyes blaze, as if you would blow the brains out her head if you could. seething in how she has the opportunity herself, but denies you the satisfaction.

instead, you get this. she untucks herself at a leisurely pace, almost marvelling at the way the shadow of her cock falls over your face. you scowl. her free hand shoots out to smush your cheeks, the moment you bare your teeth and open your mouth to talk back. so predictable.

“perhaps if you didn’t spit your food out at the guards, you’d have the strength to put up at least a little fight.” caitlyn teases, lightly, as she lines up her tip against your furiously jammed lips. a gob of pre-cum spouts from the slit, smearing along your cheek

"maybe i was saving myself the trouble of hurling it up after we're done." what are you? the world’s most annoying ventriloquist?

caitlyn's grown so painfully hard, over this whole ordeal. you’d think she’d feel shame over it—so turned-on by something she sees beneath her. but who wouldn’t get off on using their worst enemy like this? you’d do the same, if you were in her position. at least, that’s what she tells herself when she shoves her cock down your throat. "ah.." she shudders, the same time muscle-memory has you sucking. her neck arches back in open relief, hips bucking as she presses you, nose flush against the trimmed strip of dark pubes.

caitlyn’s strokes are torturously slow. the most humiliating thing is the plap, plap, plap sound of her balls slapping against your chin, resounding in the empty dungeons. there is no audience—probably because nothing about this screams noble house of kiramman—or even legality. then again, neither does launching nukes into piltover's place of governance. tomayto, tomahto.

she withholds her moans for your own benefit, just so you can listen to the obscene sound of yourself, suckling along her dick. caitlyn’s drags are lazy, relishing the beautiful suction of your lips. slips herself far enough down your throat, for your swallows to turn to audible gulps, as you try not to choke.

she’s not quite yet done. her fingers dart downwards, twisting your panties aside.

“i don’t even know why you bother wearing these. they’re disgusting.” rock-hard, a sore reminder of how routine this has become. she hooks them on her pistol, before promptly flicking them across the room, revealing the miserable, glistening wetness of your cunt.

fuck. your pussy is sodden like a cat left in the rain, dripping all over the carpet—much to your self-loathing. caitlyn’s smirk is unrepentant.

“you're getting off on this? you're even dirtier than i thought.” she muses, as you glower hotly upwards, cheeks full of her. “i do hope you used your tongue.”

you're briefly bewildered, until the slick heat of your pussy swallows cold steel, and you gasp—walls straining, clenching around the foreign intrusion. caitlyn eases the revolver in, with surprising gentleness. not that it does you any good.

your spine arches off the wall, mangled noise ripping from your throat. caitlyn shoves her length in, deeper, an impromptu silencer. “don’t whinge, darling.” she husks, knowing you loathe the pet-name.

she never hurries, despite having places to be. is it her fault that it feels so good to fuck your throat, like this? to fuck your cunt, almost playful, as she watches with the dark eyes how your pussy greedily slurps her pistol to its hilt, before coming out again, glazed with the evidence of just how filthy she knows you to be. her finger slides over the trigger, voice coming out in a breathy murmur.

“bang.”

caitlyn cums in thick, gooey spurts down your throat. her head lolls back, shoving your head to practically kiss the sharp angles of her pelvis as you take it. of course you take it. all your bravado, and still, you swallow her load with familiar motions, all the while, her pistol stretches you open. you don't plan it. god, its like your body has a life of its own—a pavlovian response, to the taste of caitlyn's cum trickling down your throat—but you orgasm like your life depends on it. maybe it does. your legs quake, limbs jerking, shoulder-blades scarping against the gritty brick walls as your entire being yanks itself upwards, like a marionette on strings.

when she pulls the revolver out from your cunt, this time, it’s creamy white that strings from your helplessly pulsating folds to its hollow. you hiss, cheeks burning, panting—scrabbling back, like an animal backed into a corner.

caitlyn holsters her revolver, dripping with your sweat, your blood, your cum. always on her person, yet as uncocked as the day it was minted. chamber still full. it’s only purpose is to fuck you stupid. she stands, buckling her belt back up, as you lie there.

“i’ll break you, yet.” she says, like a promise.

blood rushes between your ears, back scratched to all hell, bruises at the back of your throat. she’s splattered all over you. somehow, you still muster up a grin.

“should you be so lucky.”

caitlyn scoffs, and iron bars screech shut behind her. you know you'll see her again, come sunrise.

The cheers were loud inside Violet’s head, she could swear there was a tiny little bug inside her ear which couldn’t stop buzzing every time she tried to make sense out of something. Bottles of alcohol around the room, empty and signs of no promises but the clear indication of her own self destruction. Pathethic. That’s what she thought about herself, about you who was now inside her mess apartment trying to fix a stubborn loser like her. The fight was a mess such as the last ones, you saw her losing even if you kinda knew she couldn’t last longer than five minutes standing — not being sober, who could?

She was siting straight on the worn out couch, you tried to make enough space on the center table with your improvised medical kit. God, she smelled like the cheapest shit someone could find inside those alleys. Was the money not being enough to buy a proper whiskey? Probably not. She didn’t seem fit to be proper for nothing. Your hand went to the medication, that for some miracle, it had left inside her house, opening it up and applying a good amount on the wipe, pressing down her lip cut.

“Fuck! It stings.” she hissed, surprising you with a pull.

“Yeah? Bet’ doesn’t hurt so much as get punched around by strangers.”

She stared at you a bit annoyed, rolling her eyes over and looking away. Not enjoying how it was true, being beaten over and over by people she didn’t know for money? What an animal you made out of her?

“You dunno nothing about it…”

“Care to explain then?” you finished with the wipe, putting it down and checking for another injuries around her face. “You don’t look anything but done, doing this won’t get any better.”

“Did you came here to patch me up or to play mom?”

“Both.”

It silenced her for a while, she saw you were done and stood up abruptly. Wouldn’t be long until she would sit back again, not being in the right state of mind to do shit. You and Vi went a bit back, when she was in prison you used to go visit her, getting her a treat or two… you or the candies she enjoyed. Vi was always very closed off, with time she opened up but after she got things going with Caitlyn — crying on your lap and shoulder about the woman, late at night, you decided to back off a little bit. Didn’t seem right. But, you never missed the chance to mock her for like a topsider and she would never miss the chance to mock you, because you went to prison to visit your “husband” but ended up on her cell.

You stood up seeing her going to the bathroom, following her softly not making any noise or sound. She enjoyed being approached quietly, almost as if the feline type was ideal. Her reflection in the mirror was a disaster: black dyed hair, her azure eyes popping better due to the heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow, the bandages over her chest to hold it up, over her hands and waist, her tattoos showing off. Your fingers traced her arms softly, going down to hug her from behind and lean your head against her shoulder.

“What is it, hm? Didn’t like the patch up?”

She chuckled softly, the angered expression not leavening her face.

“Hm, it will do, you’re a good nurse. Unfortunately.”

“I know I am, you always come back when you’re injured.” she tensed under your touch, you tightened the grip.

“Tsk’ I just get back because you don’t charge me, you know how expensive a consultation is?”

“Well, I don’t.”

Vi was easy to tease and annoy, not much needed just getting the right buttons. You did that perfectly, pinching a bit of her sides and sliding off the grasp, moving to lean against the sink counter and staring directly at her.

“But I do know, you’re like this because of that blue haired princess, aren’t you?” your index touched your chin, tapping a little as if thinking. “What was her name again? Cait—“

“Don’t mention her.”

“Why not? Wasn’t her your girlfriend?”

“She’s not— she wasn’t, my girlfriend…”

“I see, you don’t put labels.”

“Mind your business, is the best you can do.”

You looked up at her, a small smirk on your lips is was almost cruel. Mocking her. She knew she shouldn’t let you in again but it was tempting, your fingers traced her hand again, her arm up while getting closer.

“I’m sorry Vi… Was just, you know, trying to get you to open up a bit.” she knew it wasn’t honest, it was mockery for leaving you alone and go back to that spoiled girl. “Can you forgive me?”

Her hands curled against the counter, looking down at you into your eyes, at your fingers down her muscular arms and how it was so easy to fall into your traps. Violet merely pushed you back against the counter with her hips, holding your wrist with her hand and getting closer to your face.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you? So foxy.” her eyes were narrowed, looking at you while her grip was tighter. “What you want, hm? Came here to ‘patch me up’, what a bullshit.”

“I want you to fucking wake up.”

“I’m well awake.”

“You’re destroying your life.”

“I do whatever I want with my life, I don’t even know why you came back into it.”

“You were the one who left me!”

It wasn’t mean to sound like that, to come out with such a hoarse voice as yours did. Vi’s eyes widened a bit, her grip tightened and she let it go from your wrist, she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to admit her mistakes again, not again and again… she never had this conversation with you because to be honest, she thought you didn’t mind and it didn’t matter. Her eyes looked down, back at you for a moment, you were scared she would scream out for you to leave her alone, to shut your mouth and to say you were saying nonsense.

“I… I didn’t mean it.”

“Bullshit.”

“Is not bullshit, what I was suppose to do I was trying to track down my sis— Jinx.”

“And you didn’t let me help you.”

“How the hell would you help me? I was— we were literally just having something while I was in prison.”

“Yeah, and the only thing that girl went there to know about was how to fucking use you to get what she wanted!”

“She didn’t use me! Stop saying what you don’t know.”

“I’m only telling the truth, if she didn’t use you where is she now? Where the hell is she Violet?”

“Don’t call me that!”

She screamed in your face, it was awful you two couldn’t get past a silly argument. Her eyes were filed with rage, yours widened and almost daring to spill tears. How could she be so blind? Trying to bury a memorial of her own past, trying to deny the mess she had been in these past few weeks. You sighed, nodding and licking her lips.

“You’re drowning yourself because of her, is that now?” you chuckled, almost humorless. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“And you came up to clean my mess, didn’t you?”

“I came to help you, but you’re so hard headed that you can’t accept half of the truth and listen to my feelings.”

“I didn’t ask for your help, fuck, you’re so damn stubborn!”

“And you’re so stupid, you’re so goddamn stupid!”

You wanted to lose control, screaming at her back, almost going towards her. She held your wrists again, knowing you couldn’t compare to her physical force, looking down at your despairing face. Vi didn’t know which one of you both were lost the most. Her eyes squinted, listening to your curses, at how nervous you sounded, gripping your skin tighter and approaching her face closer, breathing in your anger until you stopped and looked up again.

“What?” you asked angered, frowning.

“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t— I shouldn’t have left you…”

You knew she didn’t mean it, that even if the alcohol was out her system, she wasn’t being honest. The thrill was only for a moment like everything they had, moments. Looking up, you sighed and relaxed against her touch, not tensing up your arms again.

“I… I should’ve be better, more attentive, yeah?” her hands were touching your face, dirty pads caressing the cheeks. “Can you… try to forgive me?”

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything, just trying to redeem myself for my mistakes, isn’t that what you want?”

“Violet.”

“I don’t like how my name come out from your mouth…”

Her eyes were squinted, she was too close for comfort maybe but you couldn’t push her away. Who could? Her hands grasped your face tighter, eyes looking down at your lips as you did to hers too. The only thing separating you both was the agonizing tension, the underlying feeling that this wouldn’t work again — fighting, kissing and making up.

“Fuck it.”

It was all you whispered before coming crashing down against her lips, pulling her by the waist closer and closer, her heated body from the stress and earlier fight was comforting. Vi’s hand traveled down to your waist, squeezing it tight, the breath she was holding was exhaled thru her lips against yours with a soft humming. Holding you up, she sat you down the counter, fingers squeezing your skin as if afraid to let it go and connecting it to memory. Tracing up towards your chest and palming thru your breasts like a desperate animal. Hungry. The way she bit your lips when pulling a bit said a lot.

“I missed you.” she whispered against your ear, lips tracing down to the shell and breathing against it. “So much…”

It was intoxicating how she kissed down your jawline, putting your hair aside and leaving soft bites along the nape of your neck, resting her nose against it a bit while her other hand caressed your hip.

“Did you miss me too? Tell me.”

“I… Yes.”

You couldn’t lie to her, it was almost impossible. You could feel the smile she gave against your skin before sucking it, the way her hand unbuttoned your shirt and face went up again kissing you harder this time with teeth crashing and messy tongues. Her hands were calloused, feeling you up thru your thighs and spreading them a bit more, grabbing a full of your ass to get you closer. There was thousand shivers down your spine, the way Vi mouthed your neck again, her hand coming up to tilt your head back and leave a hard bite down your collarbones, grazing teeth forth and back until she finally attacked your skin.

“Ouch, Vi!”

“Heh’ sorry, you’re too tasty…” her nose went down towards the middle of your breasts, biting the blouse hem with her teeth and pulling it up. “I could just eat you up.”

Your belly twisted with a fire inside it, the way she exposed your breast, mouthing your skin again leaving soft licks and bites until she caught one of your nipples inside her mouth. Her azure eyes looked up, she had a needy expression on them, free right hand caressing the other one slowly while her left one searched for your short buttons. The arch of your back was just the right amount for Vi to swirl her tongue harder against you, she made a mess out of herself while licking all the way towards the another one giving it proper attention. Her hands were cruel pulling your hips closer, undoing your bottoms but not quite taking it off fully. She smirked against your skin and fisted her hand inside your shorts, caressing the soft fabric of your panties and straightening her back to look at you better again. Supporting her free forearm against the mirror, on the side of your head.

“She doesn’t compare to you y’know it, right?!” her fingers grazed against where it hurt. “You’re so… much, much better, deliciously better.”

Your eyes avoided her gaze, looking down at where her hand was while the other caressed the side of your hair with a nice touch. Vi’s calloused fingers circled it nicely, the pressure was heavenly.

“You like to watch it, hm? Maybe you´re not so full of yourself now that I got my hands where you wanted." her chuckle was breathy, almost cruel.

Violet knew how to play you like a violin and maybe that was made you come back to her, not the friendship, loyalty now almost broken or how safe she made you feel. No. I wasn´t anything like that, was that feeling now around your body, her fingers pressing hard against your throbbing clit, the way she pushed herself in between your legs and got her hand out of your shorts. She looked at your flushed expression, a soft smile playiing on her lips. Such a tease, you thought. You knew she was a skilled woman, the years in prision had history after all, the way she kissed the valley of your breasts, lips sucking your skin while grazing her teeth against it, trying to take a bite of you. Her tongue pressed against your waist, giving there a strong hickey enough to leave a pretty mark by the morning.

It wasn´t hard for her to get on her knees, taking off your shorts and giving your inner thighs soft kisses, calloused hands caressed the out part of it while pulling you closer to the edge of that counter. Her eyes closed for a moment, nose inhaling your smell until she got closer to the groin. Her mouth opened, sucking with a muffled pop while your panties were still on.

"I like to lick the wrapper too."

"Oh shut— shit!" you felt your thighs trembling, she sucked softly on your clit damping the fabric, saliva mixing with your already coated juices.

Her eys glanced up at you, pulling your panties to the side and staring down at what she wanted so much, you could hear a breathy 'fuck' coming out her mouth before she dived her head down. Vi ate you out like a starved woman, was like she was running out of any kind of supplements for days and nights. Her grip on your skin was so strong to the point of bruising, lifting your legs higher to be supported over her shoulders with your thighs pressing against her cheeks. She didn´t mind breathing, to be honest.

"Violet..." her name was like a prayer on her lips, not even holding yourself straight on that countertop.

She acknowledge you, humming against your core and flickering her tongue against the bundle of nerves. Her back arched as if she wanted to get more of it, her fingers grasped your inner thight harder forcing your legs open. Looking up, she had a nice red flush against her cheeks, messy bangs over her forehead which tickled a little bit of your sensitive skin.

"You ain' getting my fingers," she slurped again, her mouth salivating, "do it on my tongue."

It was enough to make you clench around nothing but, her eyes were more intense, tongue harder and trying to drink any juice coming down from your cunt. Her eyes narrowed, licking ir harder, more pressure where she knew you liked, pressing her hands against your thighs while one of them loosened up a bit to press down your stomach. You let out a squeak, arching your back as you moved your hips against her mouth, looking down at how she was bumping her arched nose against your clit on purpose.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—" your fingers tangled on her hair, moaning and whining while riding out your orgasm on her mouth.

"Fucking pretty..." she whispered against you, caressing your belly to calm you down and trailing kisses back on the inside of your thighs. "Come here, baby."

She stood up again in between your legs, taking your face in between her hands and kissing your lips. Her tongue was slow against yours, making you taste all of yourself mixed with her saliva. Vi smiled and licked your lower lip after biting it, her hands on your hips caressing it while she trailed down kisses on your neck and shoulder.

"Less stressed now, hm?" she whispered, biting a bit of your skin

"Bet."

You rolled your eyes at her, crossing your arms and seeing the way she pulled back to stare better at you. She was about to say something but... a familiar voice caught her attention, she almsor froze hearing it echoing from the door.