Can't a girl touch her girlfriend ?
Complicity before and while making love with your girlfriend? Done <3
cw : fluff, vanilla, intimacy, couple dynamics, alcohol, biting, dry humping, fingering, top!powder, bottom!reader, soft smut.
note : cute af !
Okay I LOVE THIS, it's soooo sweet and I'm so in love with powder/jinx I HAD to do some sweet shit like this ! But also because even if I'm a freak, I'm diverse, and I think of my babies who like sweet smut and who don't always find much <3
english is not my native language, please be nice !
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The clinking of glasses blended with the hum of laughter and voices as your fingers traced the surface of the bar, your gaze drifting into the void. You tried to follow the conversation between Mylo and Claggor, focusing on their words, but even Vander was doing a better job managing the chaos coming out of the two boysâ mouths while serving customers at the same time. It didnât matterâyour attention span was minimal. Your reaction time? Even worse. How many drinks had you had now⌠four?
"Lightweight." Her arms wrapped around your waist, her chest pressing against your back. You felt her breath brush your neck as she rested her head in the hollow of it.
"Just got here?" Your head tilted back, letting your girlfriend take more space, your hands brushing along the sleeves of her shirt.
"Yep, I was at the hideout." She pulled away, not without earning a small whine from you that made her smile. She settled beside you, glancing briefly at the lively conversation between your two friends before refocusing on you.
Powder is gorgeous; and youâd never hidden that thought from yourself. From the day you met her until this moment, her two messy blue buns and matching bright eyes had stayed in your mind, etched under skin and bone like a tattoo, a scar. A bit of soot proudly adorned her overalls, among the splashes of spray paint from the night before. Her fingers brushed around your glass as she stared at you, one brow raised, a slight smile on her lips.
"Space girl!" She snapped her fingers. "Youâre staring."
You rubbed your eyes briefly and cursed when you realized your mistake. There, on your finger, was a smudge of mascara against your knuckle.
"Tired, arenât we?" She tilted her head. You nodded, shrugging. She moved her stool closer to yours, struggling a little as her small frame tried to pull the seat toward you, clinging to the edge of the bar, her stubborn butt refusing to touch the floor. Her antics made you giggle, hand over your mouth.
"Hey! Donât laugh! Let me innovate!" she shot back with a big grin.
You threw your hands up, ironically absolving yourself of any previous reactions. You reached out and pulled the stool toward you, ending the disaster. Powder let out a small squeal, regaining her balance, one hand on your shoulder, the other on the bar.
"Careful! I couldâve totally fallen!" Her nose wrinkled, a mock-disapproving expression on her face. You laughed, loosened up by the alcohol.
"Oh, you want to laugh? Youâre gonna laugh." Her fingers darted to your sides, tickling your skin through your shirt, catching you off guard. Reaction time? Told you. Terrible.
Your body convulsed as you laughed, frantically pushing her hands away.
"C-câmon! Thatâs cheating, Powder!" You let out a small yelp, grabbing her wristâbut it didnât stop her. She went under your arms, making you laugh harder, curling up.
"Stop, stop! Youâll pay for this!" You warned between gasps. Mylo and Claggor paused their heated debate, drawn by the commotion, then amused by the sight.
You lost your balance slightly while shifting the chair. Powder grabbed your wrist, steadying you, halting the âtorture.â She pulled you toward her, and you rested your forehead against her chest, catching your breath.
"Fuck, I hate you." You murmured, panting.
"Yeah⌠youâre right, I donât."
You lifted your head, and the blue-haired girl studied your features. She moistened her thumb with her tongue, gently wiping the mascara smudge you had left earlier. You tried to stay still, head turned toward her, eyes lingering a little too long on her mouth while you reached for your beer. You brought it to your lips, but Powder laid her palm flat over it.
"Nuh-uh, I think youâve had enough for tonight."
"Iâm not drunk." You lowered the glass slightly, looking a bit annoyed.
"Exactly. Thatâs precisely the moment to stop!" She tapped her index finger on your chest and snatched the glass from your hand, bringing it to her own lips. You tried to protest, but the words died on your tongue as her mouth touched the rim, captivating. Oh man, youâre so cooked. Toasted. Fried!
She finished the drink, sliding the empty cup to Vander on the other side of the counter, murmuring a little "yes!" when it stopped right in front of him. She turned back to you, a big smile on her lips. She scanned you with her eyes, meticulously, her smile softening.
Your eyes flicked to your now-empty glass across the counter, then to Mylo and Claggorâs endless discussion. Your gaze returned to your girlfriend.
She hopped off the stool, offering you her hand.
"Or we can crash at the hideout, your choice."
You took her hand, stepping down from the stool, your feet hitting the floor with a dull thud.
"Honestly? I vote comfort." You smiled, sarcastic. She rolled her eyes.
"My hideout is super comfy, thank you very much."
"Considering how much time you spend building stuff with Little Man lately, I doubt it."
She crossed her arms, furrowing her brows, amused.
"Are you implying Iâm messy?"
"Oh, you are. When do I get to know what you guys are building?"
Your girlfriend frowned slightly, averting her gaze, visibly irritated.
"When Ekko decides to tell me anything. Heâs acting weird lately."
You stepped closer, placing a hand on her arm.
"Iâve seen that. He seems⌠lost. Did you talk to him?"
"Iâm giving him time. Maybe heâs going through a rough patch. But heâs so annoying, like heâs constantly looking for me!"
You pulled her toward you, heading for the stairs, weaving around tables and their customers.
"Letâs stop talking about things that upset us, yeah?"
She nodded, her bangs bouncing with the movement. She drew closer, closing the distance, your feet thudding on the steps between the bar and the living space. She studied you as you guided her, her gaze sliding down your back, thenâno. She looked away, sighing.
You opened the door to her family apartment, letting her enter. She closed the door behind her, removing her shoes as you had with yours, and headed for her room, taking off her shoulder bag. Once inside her spaceâthe old storage room convertedâshe threw the bag on the floor, flipping on the light. The room hadnât had a window until recently, but Powder loved it the moment Vander suggested the idea. A small room, just for her, slightly apart from the boys, a place to hide, sleep, and build without needing to go to the hideout.
You sat on the bed, head resting on your arms on the deskâjust to show how cramped the room wasâstaring at her (again, yeah).
Staring at Powder could easily rank as one of your favorite activities. Beyond her breathtaking appearance, her facial expressions and gestures were captivating and adorable to watchâespecially when she didnât realize it.
Your girlfriend slid the strap of her overalls to the side, removing the dirty garment in the hope of washing it later. And you? You enjoyed the view. Her delicate hands, her now bare thighs, and the slight gritting of her teeth as she stared at the stains left on the legs of the jumpsuit, splashes of pink and blue paint.
"You still have baking soda, right?"
"It won't come out without ethanol."
She dropped the garment on the floor and climbed onto the bed. Her arms wrapped around your chest, pressing her hips against your back while the blue-haired girl knelt behind you, her chin resting on top of your head.
"So clingy, adorable," you murmured, giggling.
Your girlfriend giggled back, rolling her eyes as usual, her grip tightening around you. Her knees buckled slightly, lowering her to press her lips to your neck, creating a pleasant tension and eliciting a small gasp from you.
Your eyes closed, and you pushed her hair aside with your hand, freeing your neck for her greater pleasure.
Powder slid her slender hands down to your waist, kissing the skin near your ear with chaste kisses, a routine interrupted when her teeth found the base of your neck, nibbling the area.
"What?" She burst out laughing, her grip tightening around your waist.
You pushed her away, turning to face her. Her eyes widened briefly before that same smug smile returned.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
You laughed and wrapped your arms around her neck, planting a quick kiss on her lips. Her eyes narrowed, feigning confusion, pulling you closer.
You giggled, eyes drifting to her lips.
A sly smile spread across her face, revealing her pretty pearly teeth.
"Oh, a kiss?" You nodded, and she slowly moved her hands up to your cheeks. "Nah, let me show you what a real kiss feels like."
She pulled you toward her, soft lips pressing against yours, cupping your jaw. You let out another little gasp of surprise, keeping yourself upright by leaning on her shoulders. You tilted your mouth, and she deepened the kiss.
"See?" she murmured against your lips. "A real kiss."
"Mhm?" You gently pushed her down onto the bed, leaning over her. She smiled at you, sitting up partially, leaning on her elbows. Her blue eyes gazed at you patiently, breaking the space a second time as your face moved closer.
This third kiss was far more passionate than the previous ones. She pushed on her forearms, insisting on your lips. Her tongue slid over your skin, trying to enter your mouth. Your lips parted, responding firmly. Powder sat up, hands back on your face, bringing one hand to your waist, turning and pushing you against the mattress.
A nibble on your lower lip took you by surprise, making you shiver as warmth spread through your lower abdomen. She laughed against your lips, then shifted, tenderly studying your face before settling on top of you. Your hands immediately found her waist, her eternal smirk refusing to leave her face. Yours were slightly flushed, lips pink from the intensity of the previous kisses.
"You're beautiful." She ran her hand through your hair.
Her words made you blush even more. "Shut up," you whispered, embarrassed.
Her other hand found your hip, sliding under your shirt.
"What? A girl can't touch her girlfriend?"
You pressed your hand harder on her waist to make her smug smile disappear, but shivered and let go when she moved up to your chest.
"Ohhh, I see." Your own smile appeared, eyes crinkling. "You're just needy, actually."
Her expression softened, and she chuckled.
"Needy?" She pulled your bra under your shirt, the soft skin of your breast under her fingers. "Don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh yeah?" Your own hands slid down to her bare thighs, thumb caressing the sensitive skin.
She shook her head, still laughing.
Powder leaned in gently, pressing her body against yours, hands on either side of your shoulders. Her lips found your neck again, caressing it, her nose brushing your jawline, until she stopped a few inches from your collarbone. She nibbled the area, gently sucking the thin skin. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"Powder, what did we say about marks?"
She soothed the redness with her tongue, hand returning to the edge of your shirt, pulling it up. The sight of your exposed bodyâyour bra, which she had fumbled with seconds beforeâdilated her pupils and quickened her movements. She threw the shirt to the other side of the small room and reached for the clasp of your underwear a few milliseconds later, restraining herself from ripping it off. You laughed, tightening your grip on her waist.
"Pow, take your time, you're shaking!"
"I want you so badly," she replied breathlessly, grabbing your breasts, rubbing her thumbs against your nipples. They hardened at her touch, sending shivers down your neck and moisture into your underwear.
"I think I'm going to bite it."
"I need to bite something! I missed you so much."
She sucked one of your nipples into her mouth, teeth gently gripping the bud.
Your clit throbbed, and your leg pressed against hers, moving her closer as you rubbed against her. She shivered as you started moving your hips, rubbing yourself against her, moving her thigh with you, her breathing quickening.
Her mouth released your breast with a soft "pop," moving back up to your lips, pressing her hips against yours. Through your own pants, you could feel the wetness on her panties. After a few adjustments, she found the spot that made you shiver, and you let go of her waist to grab her ass.
"Holy shit, you really want me to cum right now, huh?" you whispered, breathless.
"Anything for my princess," she replied, a sly smile on her face as she began to move her hips against yours. The sensation made you open your mouth, moving with hers. You gasped, hands lifting to pull her shirt over her head, revealing her bare chest.
"You're so sexy." You grabbed one breast with one hand, her forearm with the other, clutching them fervently, anchoring yourself as your hips continued to move with hers.
She picked up the pace, moaning as she moved, hands finding your breasts. Your hands, unsure where to go, found the back of her neck, pressing foreheads together as her thrusts grew stronger, making you gasp.
"Baby, I need to take off my pants."
She nodded, slowing, briefly moving off your hips, hands undoing the button of your pants. You helped her, pulling them down. She removed them completely, tossing them aside along with her shirt. Instead of climbing back on top, she spread your legs.
"Riding's already over?" you said, amused by her haste.
The wetness between your legs grew as she kissed your inner thigh, sliding her knees on either side, keeping you open.
"AhâPowder! Stop teasing me."
She laughed, moving up, placing her lips on yours and fingers on your clit, tickling through your panties. The contact propelled your hips forward, anticipation heightening your sensitivity. She pressed down on your lower abdomen to hold you in place, running her tongue over your lips.
"And I'm the needy one?" She pressed against your clit, your hips responding. You opened your mouth, and she slid her tongue inside, silencing you. Her finger moved down to your slit through your folds, making her moan against you. She broke the kiss.
"Can I take off the panties ?"
"What a question," you whispered, wetting her hand, rubbing yourself against it. She smiled, pulling off your underwear.
You tapped your chin, pretending to think.
You rolled your eyes as her finger slowly entered, making you sigh with pleasure.
"Mhmm, I love your fingers."
"They're stealing my thunder," she exclaimed, pouting playfully. She withdrew gently, eyes on your flushed face, lips swollen, dilated pupils, eyes staring at her.
"You're so wet, it's unbelievable," she whispered.
"Wait until you add the second one."
"I thought I'd wait a little, but you don't seem to need it. Am I the one having all this effect on you?"
"Woah, is that⌠coming in?"
You burst out laughing, tapping her on the head.
She smiled, hand caressing your neck, eyes on your lips.
"Can I watch?" She pointed down.
"Well, yeah. Just don't stay too long," you whispered shyly. She moved to your thighs, eyes scanning the mess between your legs, sliding her second finger inside, walls welcoming her.
You stare at her face, sitting on your elbows, looking for every reaction you could observe. But the only one that welcomes you is contemplative hunger, as she watches her fingers come back and forth in your pussy, your hole avidly sucking her in.
She curled her fingertips inside, pressing exactly how you liked it, drawing moans. You pressed against her fingers, tension building in your lower abdomen.
She looked up, smiling as she returned, quickening her thrusts. Your hips lifted.
She pressed harder, your eyes rolled, mouth opened.
Her fingers moved urgently, pulling and pushing, making you moan and gasp. Your hips rose, chasing the rhythm, contractions feeding heat in your lower stomach.
"I'm close, Powder," you whispered, breathless.
Your pelvis moved with hers, face contorting with pleasure. She observed every expression.
"Look at me when you cum, I love seeing you lose control, baby."
Your toes curled, thighs trying to close, blocked by her knees. She moved up to kiss you, her forearm warming at the movement, shoulder steadying the rhythm.
"You take it so well, I love hearing you moan for me."
Her praise drove you higher, orgasm approaching. She maintained pace, shoulders moving the bed with each thrust.
Your thighs closed, walls contracting around her fingers. You curled up, clinging to her, moaning in her ear, tension bursting, wetting her hand. Your pussy throbbed around her. She kept her eyes on you, absorbing every reaction.
She slowed until your stomach relaxed. Knowing you, she wrapped her arm around your waist, letting you go back down by yourself. You nestled against her neck, breathless, eyes closed. The room fell silent. After a few minutes, she whispered:
She carefully withdrew her fingers, sucking them clean, and wrapped her other arm around you, pulling you close.
Your legs tangled, your breaths synchronizing.
"Your arm okay?" You asked her in return.
"Is that your way of asking for a second round?"
She burst out laughing against you, pulling you on top of her, over her lap. She placed her palm on your cheek, inspecting your flushed face and half-lidded eyes.
"Mhm?" Her other hand traced small circles along the side of your thigh.
You were about to lean in for her lips when knocks echoed at the door. She turned her head toward the sound, pulling you unconsciously closer to her.
"Powder?" A muffled voice came from the other side.
"Shit, itâs Ekko," she murmured. "Donât come in, Iâm coming!" she shouted at him.
You reluctantly slid away from her, groaning in frustration as she got up, grabbing her shirt. You crawled under the blanket, pulling it over your chest and tucking it under your arms.
Ekko appeared in the doorway when Powder cracked it open, stepping in front of him, leaning against the frame to block his view.
"Hi, Little Man! Howâs your little troubled head?"
Your girlfriend turned her head, making sure you were covered before stepping slightly aside, letting you wave to him.
His eyes widened, as if heâd seen a ghost. He mouthed your name, stunned.
"In the flesh! What do you want?"
His gaze wandered across the room, then he stepped back from the doorframe.
"IâIâll come back later, okay?"
The boy didnât wait for an answer, turning on his heel and hurrying down the hall.
But it was too late; he was already back in the bar, the sounds of the patrons faintly audible as the apartment door opened and closed.
You frowned, sitting up as the blanket slipped off your skin, and Powder closed her bedroom door, turning back to you. Your girlfriend came back to the bed, lying down next to you, her arms wrapped around your waist, her head on your chest.
"What the fuck, was bro like rediscovering me or something ? The guyâs not okay."
Okay, well, first time I'm writing smut ? I think I like it ! Second post on Tumblr, I LOVE TUMBLR HIHIHIHI. Thank you for your reactions to the first fanfiction! I think it's easily discernible that my favorite character is Vi đ˝ /s. Anyway, thank you for reading this, please tell me what you think !
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