#sub!jinx

You couldn't believe it.

Your car was way better.

Your team was way better.

You were better.

And she still was first. That damn little red bull with her dumb blue pigtails that she always had to tuck into her suit, making the other drivers laugh. On the track next to her, there was no laughing matter. She was the driver who justified the name of her team. With her driving style, it was surprising how she was allowed on the track at all. And how she hasn't earned a million penalty points in her racing license in just a couple of races yet.

Your team has been the absolute favorite since the beginning of the season. The car was perfect. McLaren has done a great job here. And there she was. The one who managed to beat you by a hundredth of a second when her partner was barely making it to the middle of the peloton.

So, standing on the podium next to her, you wanted nothing more than to stick that damn bottle of champagne in her pretty round ass.

And now, in the public bathroom of some club in Las Vegas, you wanted nothing more than to make her go dumb on your fingers, which you were pumping in and out of her wet tight cunt.

You scissor your fingers inside her spongy walls while she whimpers pathetically, pressed against the full-length restroom mirror. You can feel that sweet fluttering of her walls every time someone passes by the toilet.

“Please… Faster… I know it's not your forte, but still,” she giggles dumbly, rocking her hips against your fingers. Her face looks even more slutty than her dripping pussy, and her magnetic voice is even more husky than usual.

You smack her ass cheek roughly, feeling her walls deliciously squeezing your fingers inside from the sudden slap. You like the way her face is pressed against the mirror, the way she drools down her chin, the way her eyes roll back in pleasure and excitement at being caught, the way her pussy muscles squeeze your fingers so hard when she looks at herself in the mirror. It was the only way to feel like you could control her. And the only way to recoup your defeat on the track.

You roughly pulled your fingers out, leaving her pussy torturously empty and leaking with slick arousal. The only evidence that your fingers were inside is the thin threads of her arousal connecting your digits to her puffy cunt. Jinx squirms pathetically, trying to get at least some kind of stimulation, but you interrupt her with a sharp slap on her pussy, causing her to squeal and almost fall.

“What was that for?” she whines and tries to hold on to the mirror while you squeeze her tiny clit between your fingers, gently rubbing it. You can feel it throbbing and pulsing, signaling Jinx's impending orgasm. She's squirming and desperately trying to rub against your hand to get some relief.

“Beg for it, champ,” you chuckle wickedly, teasing her sensitive dripping folds with feather-light touches of your pads. Your thumb taps her poor clit making her squirm and whine from lack of stimulation.

You need to see her beg. To see her surrender. And she knows it. So she begs.

“Please, love… “ she moans, pornographically arching her back to give you the show you want.

In the end, you're the one who surrenders. Sticking your fingers back into her needy hole and fucking her until she can't stand or think straight. All she can do is buck her hips to meet your hand, as you rub her favorite sweet spot inside, and squirt all over the restroom floor without caring in the world. She giggles a little hysterically and bubbles some rubbish, and now you're wondering if she really came or if she just peed herself to make a mess on the damn floor.

This thought should have made you uncomfortable, but you press yourself closer to her back, biting the almost transparent, porcelain skin on her neck, fucking another orgasm out of her now loose hole.

And even if next week you want to kill her on the track, right now the most valuable trophy is having her cumming on your fingers like this.

NOTES: guys, would you actually pay for my writings, if I made a boosty account? Gonna post some controversial(?) works there (and I just really need some money ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡) Btw, I won't stop posting here anyway.

You paired with her in a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven, and she was ready to take you home when she saw you, fuck a walk-in pantry.

She saw you earlier, actually— dancing hard and carelessly, like your boobs weren’t threatening to fall out the spaghetti-strap dress, braided hair hitting against your back.

But up close? You were prettier, Jinx knew it. Delicate hands that didn’t look like they threw back straight shots of vodka, and a quieter demeanour: like you were shyer under her eyes than you were under the purple strobe lights of the party.

She was drinking you in, eyes skirting over the glitter on your eyelids, the exposed area of thigh. She bit her lip, hard, stretching out her hand to help you to the pantry.

You noticed the deep red lipstick stuck to her two front teeth. You grin back, wouldn’t matter, you could lick it off for her in just a second.

You let her ceremoniously take you by the hand, as if you weren’t both buzzed out your minds, moments from making out.

The door shuts behind you, someone in the other side announcing that the timer has started. You look down at your feet in line with hers, strappy heels toe-to-toe with her boots.

Wearing knee length and ankle length socks in the same fit, was a choice. You admit internally, it suited her perfectly.

You look back up to her eyes already searching yours.

From up close, you could notice her adorable tooth gap, the tiniest speck of freckles across her nose, the effects of hard partying lifting her metallic red eyeshadow.

Her arms are behind her back, like she doesn’t know whether to be mischievous or ask for permission.

You close the gap between you, feeling the cold rubber toe of her shoe against yours.

You mirror her gait, hands behind your back, smiling like you were in on a big secret no one else knew. ‘So you wanna kiss me?’

‘Nooo..’ She giggles. ‘Of course not, I wanted to ask for an autograph and be on my merry way.’ She tilts her head at you, more invitation than questioning.

You lean closer to her, lips brushing hers, ‘Don’t you worry, you can get that too.’

Your eyes close as your lips finally connect. Tentative, like you couldn’t tell how badly she really wanted this. Her lips taste like cotton candy flavoured alcohol— sweet in a way that made you breathless.

‘God, you’ve got some sweet tooth, huh,’ you’re shamelessly staring at her lips as you speak, wondering what fucked-up concoction she must’ve made in the kitchen. Her hands rest softly on your arms, before dragging you back in.

‘Yeah, and you taste sweeter.’

She drags your mouth into a kiss much hungrier than the last: she’s staining red lipstick around your mouth as much as you’re smudging lipgloss onto hers.

You nearly trip with the intensity she’s kissing you— unsteadily stepping back, the clack-clack sound of your heels going unheard over the sound of Jinx’s pants in your ear. She’s practically moaning against your mouth, hands smoothing over your jaw; over your neck and collarbone; pulling you in by the hips. Your hand lands on her chest— right over that boob window, heart shaped, on her white top— you feel an unexpected pull at your core, thighs squeezing around the one she’s slotted between yours. Her skin is so soft. You kiss her even harder, push your tongue deeper into her mouth.

Your back meets the countertop, leaning against it to focus on the taste of lipstick and alcohol. You think you might’ve registered the noise of something falling off the counter but you can’t really tell… or care.

One of Jinx’s hands brace themselves on the counter, caging you in just enough to rut your hips against her thigh.

You let your hand slide into that window on her top, sliding over the goosebumps on her skin.

Your mouth was watering, almost drooling— and Jinx could taste it— she was braless under the top, and, god, did it make you wet.

It didn’t take long for you to find her steeled nipple under the top. Your eyes almost rolled back wondering what colour they were. How pretty they must look against the pale of her skin and blue, swirling ink.

You massage the other boob over the material of her shirt, tongue still wet and warm against hers.

Her free hand grabs your hips, not quite pushing or pulling you in; nails digging into the thin material. She pulls away from the kiss just as a whimper bubbles at the surface of her throat, curling in on herself as you play with her nipples.

Her hands are twitching against you as she lets out another moan, ‘Fuck, hon, I don’t know if I can- mmm- if I-‘

‘Yes, you can, Jinxie,’ you coo, ‘you can, and you will.’ You’re simultaneously rubbing her nipples and grinding down into her thigh; the pointed edge of your heels digging into the floor, pinning her in place to reach your own bliss.

‘Haah, fuck-‘

You lean back in to reach Jinx’s lips, swallowing her moan. You’re both close, you can feel it, from the uneven breaths and shaky moans.

Just as you think you’re there— there’s a loud knock on the door, ‘AND THAT’S SEVEN MINUTES OVERR!’