#paintbomb

and with her face.

they got past the mindfuck quicker than they should’ve. a few awkward days, too many questions, not enough answers. powder stayed with jinx, just until they figured out how to send her back. that was the plan, anyway. jinx didn’t ask how it was going. she just kept watching her- well, watching herself- and wondering what she would feel like. taste like. she told herself it was morbid curiosity. a scientific itch. but that didn’t stop her.

powder’s fingers are smeared with grease and gunpowder when jinx kisses her. she doesn’t mean to kiss her. not really. but powder’s laughing at something dumb, her goggles pushed up, hair stuck to her cheek from sweat, and jinx can’t take it anymore.

she tastes like metal and sugar when their mouths crash. powder gasps, caught off guard, but doesn’t pull away. jinx crowds her against the worktable, hands already sliding under the hem of powder’s shirt, half-mad with need. powder grips her waist like she’s holding on for dear life. but then pulls back slightly.

“what-” powder breathes, caught between shock and heat. “what are you doing?”

jinx doesn’t answer right away. just stares, flushed and breathing hard, like she’s suddenly realizing what she started. powder’s hand doesn’t move at first. just rests there, low on her waist, thumb lightly brushing the inside of her hipbone, almost curious.

jinx twitches. exhales shaky through her nose. then powder drags her thumb deliberately along that spot she knows makes her own legs twitch. and sure enough, jinx shudders.

“you-” jinx gasps, eyes wide.

“of course i know that spot,” powder mutters. “i’m you.”

before jinx can fire back something sharp, powder flips them, pressing jinx’s back to the worktable.

powder’s mouth finds hers again, messier now, open and hungry. one hand cups jinx’s jaw. the other slips beneath her waistband, knuckles brushing the soaked heat between her legs.

jinx makes a sound she wasn’t expecting, a half gasp half moan, and grabs for the edge of the table.

“mmph- this is,” she breathes shakily, “so fucked up.”

“you started it.” powder’s voice is low against her throat as she bites softly, teeth grazing the skin.

her fingers hook into the waistband and drag jinx’s pants down inch by inch. no rush. the elastic clings to skin before sliding low enough to expose her completely. powder drops to her knees without thinking.

jinx’s thighs are slick and trembling. powder parts them, breath catching as she stares. jinx’s cunt is glistening. flushed, dripping, already swollen with need.

for herself.

powder stares, mesmerized. she knows every ridge, every fold. it’s like watching her own reflection bloom open and ache.

and then she leans in. her tongue drags through jinx’s folds, slow and wet. she licks from the bottom up, collecting slick with the flat of her tongue, then circles her clit, lazy at first.

jinx chokes on a moan, head knocking back against the wall.

“nnh- right there, don’t stop, don’t-“

powder hums into her, tongue pressing firmer, circling tighter. the vibration makes jinx cry out, thighs closing in around her head. her hips roll without rhythm, chasing more.

then powder adds her fingers. two, deep, curling. curling inside the exact angle that she knows makes herself see stars when she would pleasure herself back home. jinx’s whole body arches off the table. her moan splits open into something raw.

“fuck, that spot, yes-”

powder fucks her with her hand, tongue never stopping. her wrist works fast, knuckles slick with everything jinx is giving her. it’s obscene. loud. wet.

jinx’s body starts to shake. her muscles are locking up, abdomen trembling, the high building faster than she can brace for it. she moans louder, ragged and frantic. “i’m- fuck, I’m gonna-” she doesn’t get the words out. her orgasm hits sharp and overwhelming.

her legs snap tight around powder’s shoulders as she screams, a sound ripped raw from the back of her throat. her whole body convulses, thighs trembling, hips jerking forward, and then she squirts. it floods out of her in pulses, hot and sudden, soaking powder’s chin, her hand, the floor beneath them.

powder doesn’t pull away. she holds her there, keeps her mouth locked to her clit, fingers still moving as aftershocks ripple through her.

jinx twitches. whimpers. breath ragged and stuttering. finally, powder pulls back. her chin is wet, lips shiny, fingers coated. she licks one clean without breaking eye contact.

jinx is slumped against the table, dazed, shaking. “told you this was fucked up,” she whispers, voice wrecked.