ItsChiaki

her hands are tight on the mouse and keys, colored nails clicking too hard, arms tense with frustration. her headset sits askew, one cup off her ear, like she needs to physically feel the rage rippling through her. her eyes are wide and darting, bloodshot from staring too long without blinking, deep into a losing streak.

“bro,” she barks into the mic, “peek the corner. it’s not hard—jesus fuck, do i have to carry you on a leash?”

‘damn girl’

‘she MAD today’

‘chat say sorry rn’

‘someone get her a juice box’

she doesn’t laugh. she doesn’t even fake it.

her jaw is clenched too tight.

“fucking hell,” she hisses, leaning forward so hard her headset nearly slips off her head. “no way that hitbox makes sense. who coded this? a drunk toddler?”

she can hear herself on the mic and hates the sound of her own voice—too sharp, too bitter. her body’s coiled tight, and her leg is bouncing under the desk like it’s trying to launch her into the ceiling.

you watch from across the room, curled cross-legged on the edge of her bed, draped in one of her oversized hoodies that still smells faintly like her. she doesn’t even glance at you, too busy self-destructing in real time.

at first, it was funny.

Jinx getting flustered is always cute—her little stompy tantrums, the way her whole body seems to twitch with impatience, her dramatic threats mumbled into the mic like curses meant for the game gods. she gnaws on the cord of her headset like a dog trying to kill something, jaw flexing, eyes wild. you know her tells. you know the moment when frustration tips into frenzy.

and this isn’t cute anymore. this is pressure building behind her eyes, teeth grinding so hard she’s probably got a headache forming.

you tilt your head, lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile.

yeah. you can fix this—in your own way.

you slide off the bed silently, crawling over the floor like a cat, just out of frame. she doesn’t even notice, too focused on queueing up the next match as she clicks through menus, grumbling to herself.

and then you’re slipping under the desk, ready to ruin her in the sweetest way possible.

Jinx flinches when a hand grazes her knee—light, casual, almost teasing—and she jerks sideways, nearly knocking her mic over. “what the—” she starts, breathless, turning downward in a frantic snap only to meet your gaze, already looking up at her, mouth pressed to the inside of her thigh. she’s always been so soft there—silken and fragile. the kind of skin that bruises too easily and begs to be marked.

her jaw drops, and realization hits her like a static charge. you’re already tugging down her pajama shorts, easing the worn elastic waistband past her hips and down her trembling legs. her skin is almost luminescent under the soft blue glow of her setup—milky white, kissed with heat, twitching where you touch. her boyshorts cling to her, cotton stretched damp and slightly sheer at the center like it wants you to see everything, that familiar shade of blue darkening between her thighs.

“babe. don’t,” she whispers, panic slicing through her voice as she forces her gaze to lock in on her monitor, inconspicuous. “baby, i’m losing. i’m already losing.” her pulse stutters, and her hands hover uselessly over the lit-up keyboard. her eyes flick toward the webcam light—still red, still glowing, still live.

her heart lodges itself in her throat. “you’re insane,” she breathes out, barely audible, pressing her knees together in a last-ditch reflex. you just slip your hands between them, prying them apart like it’s your right, your palms firm and commanding.

and fuck, Jinx thinks, this is hot.

the danger. the fact that she has thousands of people watching her—laughing at her rage—and none of them has a goddamn clue what’s happening right now.

her whole body shivers at the thought.

you nose up her underwear, nuzzling against the heat there. she bites her lip hard, a high-pitched whine catching in her throat. you grin against her, slow and sinful. your tongue flicks out, a teasing little stroke up her cunt through the fabric.

she clutches the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles turn white. “fuck you,” she hisses under her breath, yet a grin of her own is twitching at the corner of her mouth.

you hum against her, low and dirty, the vibration buzzing right through her core, making her legs jerk.

another slow, lazy lick. a little more pressure this time. you watch her twitch as you trace the soaked slit with your tongue, letting the taste of her bleed through the thin cotton.

another kiss pressed to her clothed pussy, almost mocking in how tender it is.

another deliberate drag of your teeth across the curve of her mound.

Jinx exhales like she’s been punched. her head tips back, and her voice breaks mid-sentence—something about recoil and map layout—but it doesn’t matter anymore. her whole body’s so tired of being angry and so ready to be taken apart, every line of tension begging to be undone.

her hips buck forward slightly—instinctive, desperate for more, seeking you. you tug her underwear down, exposing her, and the sudden rush of cool air on her wetness makes her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth.

she smells fucking divine. you breathe her in like perfume—sweet, salty, earthy. all heat and silk, sweat and desperation. her cunt is already flushed. pink and pretty and damp, glistening with arousal she hasn’t even acknowledged yet. her folds are delicate, lips soft and slick, already swelling from the tension she’s been carrying all night.

and then—contact.

your tongue presses right against her clit, wet and hot, followed by a slow, sucking pressure that makes her whole body seize. she bites her own fist to keep the moan in, lashes fluttering. her knee jerks up and slams the underside of the desk with a dull thud, causing the camera to wobble. she exhales through her nose like she’s fine, like she doesn’t have a mouth on her cunt while thousands of people are watching her try to form a coherent thought—just another day in streamer paradise.

her chat lights up.

‘wait why is she red???’

‘bro she’s blushing into the camera help’

‘caught in 4k’

she is blushing. that pretty shade of pink you like, from her cheeks all the way up to her ears.

worse—she’s smiling now.

you flatten your tongue and drag it through her slit, slow and slick, letting her taste spread across your mouth. it’s sweet at first, like melted sugar on warm skin, but deeper in and she’s wet velvet, all salt and raw slick. you lick her again—harder this time—and her hips jump, clit pulsing under your tongue.

and suddenly, all that tension melts into heat.

giddy, sweet heat.

Jinx laughs like she’s been tickled from the inside. it starts small—one breathy huff through her nose. then it bubbles up like champagne: high and soft, warm and stupid, a sound that’s almost delirious.

“god,” she whispers, clamping a hand over her mouth. “you’re so fucking annoying.” she twitches in her chair and giggles again, high on endorphins, like her brain’s short-circuiting in the best way possible.

your tongue gets firmer, more deliberate—pressing, circling, dragging up her soaked cunt with slow, hungry strokes like you’re trying to pull every last drop of rage and tension out of her and replace it with slick, wet, aching need.

she hunches forward, pretending to fidget with her keyboard, her hands trembling slightly as she dips her head to keep her face hidden from the camera. her bangs fall into her eyes, mouth half-open in a silent gasp as you mouth directly over her slick folds.

the sound is obscene—wet and shameless, every drag of your tongue loud enough for her to fumble blindly, shaky fingers finally hitting mute just as she chokes on a moan.

‘WHY SHE SITTING LIKE THAT THO’

‘posture check’

your tongue is sin, slow and thorough, lapping at her like you have all the time in the world. the heat of your mouth makes her hips stutter forward—her whole body trying to lean into it, chasing friction, chasing anything. she lets out the softest little squeal and buries her face in the crook of her arm.

“babyyy,” she whines, giggling and breathless. “i’m live. i’m literally—i’m muted, but i’m—fuck.”

she tries to sit still, tries to keep her back straight for the camera, but the pressure builds fast, and she can’t help the way her hips start to roll in subtle little thrusts, slow and sticky, using your mouth like she’s meant to. like her cunt knows what it needs and it’s not rhythm or mercy—it’s filth.

you moan beneath her, and Jinx gasps at the needy vibration. her grip on the desk tightens until her knuckles turn white, and the muscles in her stomach clench. “f-fuck,” she whispers, dizzy and breathless. “you like that, huh? you like when i ride your face?”

you groan into her, and she laughs again. it’s a fucked-out, breathy little giggle—giddy and drunk on it, drunk on you. “god, you’re such a slut,” she coos, and it comes out soft, affectionate—like a compliment. “my slut, though.”

she grinds down harder, smearing slick over your mouth, her swollen clit catching against your nose. her hoodie sticks to her chest, clinging to the curve of her perky breasts. her nipples are hard, pressing faintly against the cotton for those who look close enough, a single drop of sweat rolling down the valley between them.

her body’s already trembling, trying to ride your face as subtly as possible. her hands grip the desk like a lifeline, and one of her feet kicks something over—a water bottle, maybe a RedBull can—plastic clattering across the floor, forgotten.

she doesn’t care. she can’t care.

she’s gonna come.

live. on stream.

and there’s nothing she can do about it, because that’s what gets her off the most. the fact that people are watching—thousands of them—thinking she’s just gaming, just tilted, just flushed from effort… it makes her pussy throb. it makes her come faster.

her breath stutters, her lashes flutter, and then it hits her. she lets out the softest, most desperate moan—head tipped back, hoodie sleeve shoved in her mouth, thighs shaking as she gushes in your mouth with a stuttering gasp.

you hold her down, licking her through it, savoring every drop like you earned it as she rides it out with helpless little whimpers, throbbing against you. the moment drags on, too intense and too raw for her, until she twitches hard, overstimulated. “okay, okay—fuck—enough,” she hisses, folding over the desk like a ragdoll, panting into the wood.

you don’t care about the game. you don’t care about the stream. what matters is the way Jinx’s thighs are parting again, the way her fingers are threading through your hair like they always do when she gets needy again.

she unmutes herself, thinking the therapy session is over, but she still hasn’t pushed you away.

so you dive back in.

and the second time? it’s worse.

deeper.

sloppier.

you spread her open with two fingers, tongue fucking into her while she squirms in her chair, mouth hanging open. your moans are louder this time, and she has to keep coughing to mask the sounds.

she’s coming apart faster now, already sensitive and raw. her hand flies to mute herself again, barely making it in time as she leaks slick all over your tongue. “stopstopstop,” she gasps, breath ragged. “you’re gonna make me cry.”

but you don’t pull away, not even giving her a second to recover, and she breaks.

not loud, but her jaw clenches, teeth sinking into her hoodie sleeve as her eyes glass over. her lashes flutter with tears. her body rocks helplessly in her chair as she whispers frantic little “yesyesyes,” and “don’t stop,” and “holyshitfuckyes” into the fabric, her voice shaking with every word while the screen flickers with bullets, scores and the chat exploding in half-baked jokes.

she doesn’t even dare to look at her second monitor as she comes again—harder, wetter. you simply lick her clean like the stream doesn’t matter. like Jinx didn’t just have over 13k people watching her try to fake normalcy—poorly—while riding out the aftershocks of a second orgasm from the mouth of her girlfriend under the fucking desk.

she isn’t even mad, just gone and wrecked.

fucked-out live.

the camera catches everything: the glassy sheen in her eyes, the moisture in her lashes, the flushed cheeks, the way she leans forward with her arms crossed on the desk like she needs to recover. her muscles feel like jelly, and her skin’s humming—overheated, oversensitive.

and yet she’s glowing now.

eyes sparkling, a dazed little smile curling at the corners of her spit-slick mouth, soft laughter bubbling up every time you press a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh, to the crease where her pussy meets her hip, to the mess you made of her.

it’s filthy, yet somehow sweet. “god. you’ve got me smiling like a fucking virgin,” she finally says, her voice slurred and soft.

‘she’s back to smiling???’

‘bipolar streamer arc’

‘she’s high on something’

‘smile if you just got head’

she bites her lip to keep from laughing again.

her mic’s still off—thank god—and her thighs are sticky when you finally pull away, slow and satisfied, chin glistening with slick and spit as you lick your lips, tasting her all over again, her scent clinging to you.

Jinx slumps back into her chair, boneless, like she’s sinking in warm honey. “holy shit,” she breathes, head lolling to the side. “what the fuck did you just do to me?”

you peek up from under the desk, pupils blown wide, a little too pleased with yourself. “fixed your attitude,” you say, voice soft and smug. “or at least… knocked it loose.”

she starts laughing again—loud, ruined, and completely undone in the best way possible. she flips the mic back on mid-giggle, breath still hitching in her throat. “sorry for the technical difficulties,” she says, voice wrecked but sugar-sweet, still smiling in the afterglow. “we’re… all good now.”

her tone is off—too light, too satisfied, and she doesn’t even bother hiding it.

‘her voice changed???’

‘why she sound freshly fucked’

‘we’ll never know what happened but i believe in love again’

she shifts in her chair and winces a little, legs still trembling and thighs pressed together like she’s trying to hold something in, but her eyes are twinkling, hands finally steady as one curls around the mouse.

spoiler alert: she wins the next round. sharp, effortless, dripping confidence.

and she does it smiling.

You’re in the corner of some party, a friend of a friend’s. The bass boost of the music makes your head throb, and each tiny sip of whatever’s in your cup makes you scoot further from the small talk into any hidden corner. You check your phone again, just to make sure you read the message right. Of course, she said she’d be here “in 10 minutes”, but it’s been 20. Maybe she just wants a grand entrance as always. Jinx was always the centre of attention wherever she was, whether she wanted to be or not.

How do people do this party thing so regularly? Maybe it’s because you weren’t there with any close friends, or everywhere just reeks of alcohol and you’re scared you’ll throw up from the scent, so many people yelling over the music you can’t even hear yourself think.

But everything falls away when she’s in the room.

It’s like she’s magnetic, and you just can’t help but follow where she goes. Instantly, a flash of blue hair darts through the crowd and you know it could only be one person. Now you’re getting up, weaving your way between all these people just to get to her. Because you just have to see her face to face. Her eyebrows a little furrowed, chewing her bottom lip until she turns to where you stand, your stomach filled with a flurry of butterflies.

Just like the movies, everyone else disappears, a spotlight following wherever she goes and right now, her gaze is fixed on you. Her smile lines so pronounced you can’t help but reciprocate her joy. You feel so sick with anticipation, childlike joy, so nervous you'll ruin this moment, and you don’t even speak a word.

Part of you just wants to freeze this. Or at least slow this for just a few more seconds, to stare into those eyes, appreciate her face, adorned by everything she’s ever loved.

She snaps you out of your trance, stepping closer to you to speak in your ear. “You like how I look that much? Is it the eyeshadow?” She steps back a little to close her eyes and show off the blue and pink glitter under the lights, but you’re still too starstruck to say anything, blinking and swallowing, stuck in your own head. Jinx backs away, biting her bottom lip and tilting her head to look at you, up and down. “Stop blushing!”, you yell at yourself in your head, to no avail of course.

Jinx grabs your hand and turns to lead you through the people, and out through the door to the garden, turning you around another tight corner to a secluded inner alley. It’s private, still close enough to hear all the noise but at least now you can focus.

“I know I showed up a little later than you wanted, but I didn’t think you’d say NOTHING… are you mad at me?”

Maybe now that you’re outside, the air is getting to your lungs properly as you clear your throat to speak. “Sorry, I was just… distracted I guess.” A weak laugh probably isn’t going to save you now. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice your whole body burning up on the spot. It’s not your fault you think she looks so pretty, in that vintage leather jacket, a short black dress she altered with her personality all over it, so easy to get your hand under, to feel her skin. Her glittery eyes, and perfectly placed lipstick, but you just wanted a taste. Who wouldn’t think she looks pretty like this?

“You’re drifting again, back to earth,” she playfully clicks in front of your eyes to regain your attention, and she’s looking at you like she can read your mind, a mischievous smile forming on her face. Her arms meet behind her back and she steps a little closer to you, her eyes dropping down to your lips sd she licks hers. Like she’ll devour you whole with no hesitation. “Distracted by… what?”

Is there even a normal answer? She’s starting to get off on these trick questions but you blink quickly and try to stay calm, avoiding eye contact, breathing in deeply— “Look at me.” Her voice isn’t powerful or harsh, but it drops a little low, with a pleading tone. You’re drinking it up, just want to hear her say “Please,” with that voice, be hypnotised by all the things she can make you do. Especially when she speaks like that.

“Distracted by you. I mean you look so…” Say something. Say ANYTHING. Since Jinx walked into the room, your brain to mouth connection got turned off and your eyes have been doing the talking for you. But Jinx is taking notice, even when you’re not. She moves her arms to wrap around your neck instead, giving her reason to press her body up to yours. “Tell me what you think, I know you can.” Her whispers send chills down your spine, and your ravenous thoughts are only furthered.

If this is true temptation, then you may be a sinner for life. Your heart beats out of your chest a little more each second you’re looking at her, humming and licking your lips letting the words stumble out of your mouth, “You look pretty, like really pretty, in your dress, and your makeup,” And the rambling feels like it won’t stop. She releases one of her hands from your neck to guide one of yours, sliding it up along her leg to let you touch it, hoisting it up so it’s at your waist. “Fuck…” you mutter softly. Her teasing is going to drive you insane. She giggles a little, and she knows you want this. The cool air outside isn’t enough to stop your temperature from rising.

“What else do you like?” The more she guides your hand up and down her thigh, the more your inhibitions slip away, drunk from this feeling of being near her. “Your lips,” said so quickly the words could’ve disappeared with the wind, and even though she probably caught it, she relishes from a little embarrassment. “You gotta speak up honey, I didn’t hear ya~” And your mistake was even trying to fight back. “You little liar-” is where your sentence starts, but the words die in your throat with her other hand coming around to your neck and gripping, catching you off guard. She releases your hand from her leg to laugh a little louder in your ear this time, standing upright. “Use your words baby. Tell me what you want.”

Her hand around your neck dances down your chest, then trailing her finger down your body playfully and stopping right where it matters. You didn’t even think you’d get so worked up tonight, but she’s enough to undo you.”Can you… kiss me…” trying to hide yourself away in shame at this whole situation. That laugh is like a drug to you now, “So polite when you ask me for a kiss, sweet girl~” leaning in and granting you what you want.

Your lips connect, as she kisses you back softly, but you’re so hungry for her taste you meet hers with a little more speed, your hands around her waist to pull her into you, making noises into her mouth like this is what you’ve waited for your whole life. She pulls back to move your face left and right, eyes wide with lips half open to taste her lips again, the sweetness of her lipstick, to feel that joy in each laugh. You’re craving her touch on every part of your skin, more than willing to be vocal.

“You taste so good,” licking your lips and starting to lean in for another kiss, ignoring the slight shake in your legs and the growing ache. She stops you where you are, “Nuh-uh. You’ve messed up my makeup, so I need to make this a little difficult for you. Isn’t it fair?” She smiles again, but this time you’re not sure why. One hand stabilises around your hip, and she dips her head into the crook of your neck and kisses around it, her other hand dipping under your dress to your panties, the touch so sudden you throw your head back in shock. “Oh fuck,” but she can’t stop giggling and moaning into your neck while she touches you, but not for long. Just giving you a taste of relief and pulling it away.

“I had a feeling you’d be turned on but… I think you could finish from just us makin’ out.” But now your thoughts are running away from you, the thought of grinding up against her body, trying to keep your voices down as you cry to come, while she holds your hands away, biting down on your hands to stop mindlessly rambling how good it feels. The conclusion is obvious — You could finish untouched. You blink a few times slowly as you look at her, and she gets the message, her eyes a little bright.

“Oh really…” She goes back into your neck for another feast, catching her eyes pink and half-lidded, sucking the skin until it started to hurt, and you started to whine and press your legs together. “Oh Jinx, keep doing that,” and your reassurance is all she needs to take it up a notch. Because today, she’s making things hard for you. She pulls away from your neck, breathing a little heavy. Maybe this isn’t as easy for her to manage as she let off. “It’s taking everything in me, to not wanna play with your body right now.” And everything in you screams to be played with, to be touched and pinched, scratched and gripped by her, and you can only muster weak whimpers, still carried away and wanting to touch yourself. “Please Jinx, please,” is all you have left in you, after what feels like forever of imagining what this feels like.

She bites her bottom lip, putting both her arms around your waist. sighing delicately as she considers, all while pushing her knee between your legs, raising them until your eyes flutter shut, moaning mindlessly. “Oh my, oh right there Jinx,” She hums in satisfaction at your noises and gets as close as she can to hear you when she says your name, and you start moving a little, the feeling pushing you to your limit. “Keep moving for me, I’m bending my rules a little to make you feel good,” she whispers breathily, breathing louder with you. “It’s so easy to make you moan for me, so easy.” You just can’t keep your pathetic noises to yourself but she loves hearing how good she makes you feel. “Say my name,” and of course you do what she says, moving your torso wherever her hands allow you, the friction and wetness growing more and more, crying out so loud it’s like you just can’t take it. “J-jinx I love it when you do that, keep touching me there, I’m so… fuck,”

And when she can hear you’re getting a little close she lowers her knee, bringing you in to kiss all over your chest, leaving her mark on you before making you lose your mind again. “Please, please keep going Jinx, I’m so… so fucking close,” and there are tears falling from your eyes. “I wanna hear more of your little noises before I let you make a mess of yourself~” laughing and squeezing her nails into your thighs to make you gasp from the pain. She readjusts your position on her, moving you back and forth as your cries grow louder, “so fucking desperate” as Jinx calls it, when all the sensations hit you at once, gasping and squeezing your eyes shut as you ride out the wave, so dizzy you could fall from where you stand. Your sudden movements and screams as you feel the cum dripping down you let her set you down with her hands to keep you in place. She pecks you with her lips and wipes your eyes and whispers, “I hope no one saw us,” before winking and holding you close.

You should feel embarrassed or on edge, but instead you feel safe. Nothing could replace this warmth, and maybe this shitty party was worth it.

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