#sub jinx

she used to have night terrors—relentless, haunting things that made sleep feel like a battleground. but since meeting you, she says the nightmares have subsided. as long as you’re sleeping beside her, jinx’s dreams are nothing more than a quiet, endless void—a darkness that, for once, feels safe.

but you have an inkling as to what she really dreams about now. because every night, once she drifts deep enough, her hips begin shifting, moving lazily against your leg. 

it starts off languid, almost imperceptible, but the further her dreams pull her under, her movements grow more insistent, more intense. soft whines escape her chapped lips, her breath hitching as she unconsciously seeks out friction. even in her sleep, she's desperate for something just out of reach, lost in a world of sensation she won't remember in the morning.

you can feel it—the heat of her pussy, the dampness seeping through her thin, pink panties, smearing against your bare thigh. she’s soaked, wet and sticky, sloppy in her haste to make herself come.

her fingers twitch where they rest on the sheets, grasping at nothing, moaning sleepily, “uhh, uhh, mmm.”

you tense your thigh, helping to create more pleasurable friction while jinx humps you like a dumb mutt, and you wonder what she’s dreaming about. is she remembering how you stuffed her needy pussy full of cock earlier that day? how you fingered her in that gross, grimy alleyway the other week, making her cry?

her slutty body is completely debauched while her face is peaceful with sleep, mirroring a fallen angel. the juxtaposition is amusing—funny almost—and so is the way jinx’s pussy always needs your constant attention, even in a state of rest.

she’s teasing you and she doesn’t even know it.

every night she only sleeps in a little pair of panties, her legs and torso bare, pink nipples pebbled due to the bite of chilly air. and right now, all you want is to push her panties to the side, to stuff your nose inside her cunt until her pheromones make you feel drunk, to kitten-lick her little hole while her arousal soaks your chin like honey nectar, to feel her spongy walls cling to your fingers like a corset drawn too tight.

her nose is wiggling like a bunny, pink tongue sticking out between her parted lips. you imagine she’s dreaming of kissing you now, of how you fuck your tongue inside her mouth until she grows dumb, how all she can do is hang onto you for comfort while you ravage her sweet lips.

she’s such a needy little thing, always relying on you to make her grow stupid and mindless.

jinx looks so sexy like this; vulnerable and trusting, unaware of the depraved thoughts running through her own mind. the bed is starting to creak and shake with the strength behind her thrusts and you’re surprised she hasn’t woken up yet.

you know she’s getting close because she’s humping against you sloppy and staccato now. her panties are nothing more than a sopping, squelching mess every time they make contact with your thigh. you can hear the obscene sound clearly in the quiet of your bedroom, the way the soaked fabric clings and sticks to jinx’s swollen pussy lips, only to peel away with a lewd, wet schlick.

her eyebrows are creased and she’s panting with more desperation. your own cunt throbs in sympathy.

”that’s it, baby. let it out, there ya go,” you murmur, brushing her bangs from her eyes. 

and she listens to you—despite her unconscious state—because she comes against your thigh suddenly. her back arches like a drawn bow and her pussy is scalding hot like lava, a fresh flood of arousal gushing out of her tight hole.

her pink tongue lolls out, dripping down her chin with drool as she pants and mewls, drowning in the sensations that consume her dreaming mind. and as quickly as it began, it's over. jinx goes limp, collapsing against the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut. her little chest heaves as she gulps down air, her skin flushed in the darkness.

she settles back into the mattress, one of her thighs still thrown carelessly over your hip, pinning you in place. you don’t mind, finding a perverse sense of comfort in jinx’s claim on you, even in her sleep.

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In mere seconds, the double doors on the far end of the ballroom burst open. The Jester exploded onto the scene like a loose firework, tumbling through the grand room. Her motley costume was a harlequin-patterned bodice stitched in sapphire and plum, bells jingling at the end of her fool’s cap, leggings in mismatched stripes, and boots scuffed from too many acrobatic escapades. Her face was a clown-like shade of white, with hot-pink diamonds painted around her eyes.

The nobles’ polite conversation died a quick death. You had to admit, you found great pleasure in the fear and discomfort Jinx incited within the court, though you’d never outwardly show it. Jinx was a loose cannon; no one could predict what she’d do or say at any given moment. It had a tendency to make the courtiers feel uncomfortable, as if they were viewing a disaster of sorts, but were being held in place and forced to watch out of social and diplomatic obligation.

Jinx cartwheeled right past the royal orchestra, nearly knocking a violinist backward. She skidded to a halt at your feet with an extravagant bow so deep she nearly planted her forehead on the polished floor.

“Your Radiance!” she beamed up at you with bright, mischief-drunk eyes. “I come to offer the court a little sparkle on this joyous occasion!”

You merely raised an eyebrow, looking down your nose at her. “Try not to set anything on fire this time.”

“No promises!” she chirped, giving you a two-finger salute. She vaulted herself onto a banquet table before anyone could stop her. “Ladies, gentlefolk, and boring advisors!” Jinx cried out, arms thrown wide. To her credit, she was a captivating entertainer. “Tonight, we gather to celebrate our beautiful Princess! A woman of many talents, including…” She paused. Thought. “...sitting there looking very regal!”

A ripple of polite laughter shot through the younger nobles, much to the horrified dismay of their elders. You felt warmth creep up your neck. She continued pacing along the table’s length, boots narrowly missing gold-rimmed plates.

“Behold!” Jinx gestured dramatically toward you. “With a single flutter of her majestic eyelashes, the Princess can command armies! Shift alliances! And—most impressively—cause every suitor in the room to swoon into their champagne!”

Several nobles stiffened while a few bachelors choked on fruit tarts. You shot Jinx a disapproving glare. For some reason, this only seemed to spur her on more. 

“Your future queen, ladies and gents! Perfect posture! Perfect smile! Perfect life!” She twirled a fingertip in the air like stirring a pot of invisible trouble. “Almost makes you wonder if she’s even human… or just a very pretty wind-up doll.”

If the ballroom had gone uncomfortably rigid before, it was frozen now. A scandalized gasp swept the hall like a breeze. The insinuation that you were a mere object—a decoration—shattered your carefully cultivated image of a strong, independent young woman preparing to lead a country.

It made you look weak.

“Don’t worry, Princess!” As the entire court seemed to be holding its breath, Jinx’s voice sounded louder than ever as she turned back to you, giving you an exaggerated wink. “I’ll wind you up anytime.”

You felt the blush burning now, but Jinx’s laughter was contagious—wild, carefree, refusing to bend to decorum. You felt the eyes of your courtiers on you, riveted to see your response. Were you really about to allow a member of your own staff to speak to you in such a disrespectful, openly salacious way?

You rose from your throne, face storm-dark.

“Jinx,” you hissed, voice like sharpened porcelain. “You are dismissed.”

Unaffected by the shift in your demeanor, Jinx did a backflip off the table and landed gracefully in front of you. She bowed again with a mocking flourish, bells jingling mischievously as she bounded toward the exit. 

But as the party continued on, something kept nagging you like an itch you couldn’t quite scratch. 

The Jester had openly disrespected you in a room full of people, and you had simply let her walk away unscathed. In a way, it had only proved her point; that you were a doll, meant to look pretty and nothing more. No bite.

You huffed, deciding it wasn’t enough to merely dismiss Jinx. 

You would need to correct her behavior. 

You didn’t bother knocking on Jinx’s bedroom door. After all, it was your palace. You pushed the door open with a decisive shove and stepped inside.

Jinx’s room was something you never could have imagined, and yet, it was so utterly Jinx. It looked like a carnival had exploded within four walls. Bright streamers hung from the ceiling beams, and paper lanterns glowed in mismatched colors. Sketches were pinned everywhere, some startlingly beautiful, others absolute nonsense. Trinkets cluttered every surface: juggling pins, half-finished inventions, glittering beads, and odd little wind-up toys that twitched when you passed as though greeting you personally. 

She was still wearing her costume and makeup from earlier, and you briefly wondered if she wore it at all times on the off-chance the royals needed some cheering up, or if she simply hadn’t gotten changed from the party yet.

The bells on her hat jingled as her head snapped in your direction—obviously peeved someone would dare force their way into her private space—and then her features softened as she recognized you. She gasped, loud and theatrically scandalized, before sweeping into an exaggerated curtsey.

“My Princess,” she sing-songed.

“Jinx,” you replied flatly.

She rose, unbothered by both your tone and the cross look on your face. If she noticed your fury, she greeted it like an old friend.

“A gift for you,” she announced brightly, producing a single delicate handkerchief from her sleeve and offering it with a flourish. You only crossed your arms, giving her a deadpan stare. You knew this trick. 

Her smile dropped, and she rolled her eyes dramatically before gripping the end of the cloth and giving it one sharp tug. More fabric slipped out—silks, satins, every color imaginable—unfurling in a cascading, seemingly never-ending chain. She kept pulling and pulling, each new square brighter than the last, her gaze locked stubbornly with yours as though daring you to break first.

You did not.

Finally, the last kerchief fluttered free. Only then did you extend a hand. Her eyes widened, and she smiled softly, dutifully placing the scarf in your palm. You pretended to admire the craftsmanship for a moment, and when you were sure her guard was down, you swiftly knocked her back onto the bed. You were upon her as quick as the drop of a guillotine, and just as deadly, securing her wrists to the bedpost. Once the initial shock wore off, she began a half-hearted attempt at fighting back. 

“Hey! What are you doing?”

You finished tying the knot around her wrists and leaned back to deliver your explanation. “Jester, your jokes are crude and insensitive.”

She feigned offense. If she had proper use of her hands, she’d be clutching imaginary pearls. “My jokes are witty and hilarious, thank you very much!” 

“As such,” you continued, ignoring her. “I cannot allow you to mock me in front of my entire court without repercussions.”

Her eyes widened, and an evil smirk grew on her lips. 

“Oh, no, Princess, I’m terribly sorry,” she cried in an overly exaggerated tone that suggested she wasn’t sorry at all. “Please, oh, please don’t… punish me.” She batted her eyes at you in a highly suggestive manner. You frowned, pausing your movements. 

“On second thought, perhaps I should just throw you in the stocks.” 

She narrowed her eyes, calling your bluff, and you shifted your body weight slightly, pretending to be moving off her. 

“I won’t learn my lesson!” The words burst from her, a toddler on the verge of a tantrum. Her face scrunched stubbornly in a way that you would have found cute if she weren’t so enraging.

“Oh?”

She shook her head, pouting. “I’ve always been more of a… hands-on learner.”

“Well…” You gave the scarf an experimental tug, smirking when it held firm. “Your hands won’t be on anything tonight.” She let out a dissatisfied whine in response. “None of that,” you chastised. “After all, this is meant to be a punishment.” 

Your hands teased down her body slowly, past her tits, ribs, waist, and down to the swell of her hips. You peeled her leggings off with ease, and she didn’t put up a fight. Her legs fell open instantly, exposing her bare pussy to you.

She sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers connected with her clit, rubbing a single, soft circle on the already sensitive nub, a ghost of contact. 

“What’s the matter, Jester? Out of jokes to tell?” You pressed harder, and she clenched her jaw, unwilling to release the vulgar sound that was curling in her throat. “It’s unlike you to be so quiet… Perhaps I should stop.” You removed your hand suddenly.

“No! Please!” She bucked her cunt upwards, chasing the sensation. She was already impossibly needy, though you’d barely even touched her. 

You chuckled. Seeing her like this—on her back, defenseless, and squirming for any sort of attention… “Now this is genuinely amusing.”

You replaced your fingers on her clit, giving her the friction she’d been so desperately craving. 

“I live to please.” Her reply was less sarcastic and more breathy than she meant it, but she couldn’t help it with you touching her most sensitive spot.

Without warning, your hand came down hard. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her back arched. She shivered and tried to hold back a broken cry. You went back to rubbing gently as if you hadn’t just struck her.

“Who’s a little doll now, hm?” You teased, making her cheeks glow a rosy pink color before landing another sharp slap. She let out a tiny whimper. “A little toy I can play with however I want… How exciting.”

You suddenly became too aware of the warmth pooling between your legs and decided Jinx was having too much fun for your liking. You deserved some fun, too. It was your birthday, after all.

You moved off her, and she whimpered at the loss of warmth, but her eyes widened as you removed your dress and undergarments until you were perched before her in nothing but a corset. She struggled against the fabric of her restraint, desperate to touch you, but the garment didn’t budge, and she let out a disgruntled groan. You placed your legs on either side of her bound arms, just beside her head, knees almost pressing into her shoulders. Face to face with your leaking pussy, Jinx’s breath hitched, and her eyes grew dazed.

“Live to please, do you?” You lowered yourself onto her mouth. “Go on then.”

As if jump-started, she greedily took everything you were willing to give. You knew that if her hands were free, she’d be clutching your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, and keeping you from ever lifting away from her, content to die with her head buried between your thighs. 

She lapped at your cunt like she was starved. Her tongue traced impatient strokes around your folds before dipping inside to taste your sweetness. She enthusiastically sucked your swollen clit into her mouth, and you cried out; a loud, surprised sound. You felt her smile against you; she liked making you act improperly. You thought about giving her clit another slap, but you had told her to please you, and you supposed you couldn’t smite her for simply following through. 

If Jinx were smart, she’d pace herself. Tease you every so often to prolong the length of time you spend in her bed, writhing on top of her. But Jinx had always been a spoiled little thing; temperance was not in her nature.

The knot in your stomach released soon enough, heat blooming in your core. Your thighs shook, and a loud moan escaped you before you could swallow it. Jinx messily continued lapping at you, swallowing every last drop of your release and moaning into you as if your pleasure was her own.

She humped the air, rutting her hips against nothing. Either out of pity or silent reward, you reached down and rubbed gentle circles on her clit, not bothering to admonish her when she bucked eagerly against your hand.

Just as she teetered over the edge, you removed your hand from her once again. She inhaled sharply as the momentum of her orgasm continued, but the pleasure came to a screeching halt, much like crashing directly into a brick wall. To make matters even worse, you landed a final, harsh slap directly to her clit, making her cry out against your dripping cunt. 

As the aftershocks subsided, you pulled away and reveled in the sight of her. Lips drenched in your release, pussy red, hips twitching...

“Have you learned your lesson, dear Jester?”

“Mhmm” you breath out, grasping the back of her messy bed head while she sucks and drinks your milk. Jinx slips her knee between your legs, gently rocking her knee against your hardening cock. You roll on your back so she can have access to the other tit, she’d catch on, switching her focus to your other leaky nipple. Rolling her tongue over the squirting buds, moaning over the taste. 

“Drink up baby” you rasp, thrusting your hips into Jinx's slithering hand landing on your dick. Her stroking over your shorts growing faster and harder, turning into her slipping her hand inside the band of your bottoms starting to jerk you off with her mouth is still sucking on you. “You’re so big mommy” she’d moan, letting your tit slip out her mouth. Her pink laced panties becoming slick from her having your heavy cock in her hands, slowly leaking pre cum onto her knuckles.

She squeezes her legs together — rocking to help ease the spreading ache through her slick cunt, “Not all of it” you’d huff, pulling her off your chest. She’d frown, speeding up her toying hand while her sulky eyes bore your blushing face. 

You begin thrusting your hips harder into her hands making her sit up, pulling the covers off your legs to put your twitching cock into her welcoming mouth. Sucking and twirling her tongue on the tip of your cock while the rest of her hand strokes the rest of your shaft at a toe curling speed, your head pushes deeper into the mattress with silent cries coming out of your hanging out. 

“You're doing so- so good baby. Sucking your mommy’s cock like that” you praise, turning her pretty little head into a swirly mess. Her searching eyes watching your hands play and squeeze at your nipples, squirting your own milk onto your chest. 

“Nnugh, fuck” she’d whimper, slipping your cock out of her mouth and letting it go to stuff her hands into her soaked panties. “I couldn’t hold it anymore” her fussing turning into moaning as she slips her slim fingers into her aching cunt, you lean on your elbows, watching her legs spread as her hand moves quickly under her clothed pussy. Wet plopping sounds coming from her as she roughly fingers herself, pulling and holding her panties aside to pound her fingers into her pretty pink pussy. Pulling her fingers out for a second to add more, stuffing herself as she drips down her fingers. 

“Let me help you” you whisper teasing, any amount of innocent thoughts seemed to sliver out of your head. You crawl over to her, towering her on your knees wanting an up close view of her spread pussy already creaming down her knuckles. “Please fuck me, please” her big bright blue eyes shutting tightly as her legs shake, “Shhh” you coo, grabbing her wrist to stop her fast motions. “Let mommy help you”. 

You pulled her fingers out slowly before pushing her on her back, lifting her legs by her head so she’s spread open. Slipping and rubbing your cock in between her slick folds a few times, “No teasing pleaseee” she’d whisper looking up at you with her furrowed brows, nibbling on her lips. You align the wide head of your heavy cock to her fuck hole, the head of it just slipping in. 

Sinking into the warm walls of her cunt before completely pulling out, earning a hiss from the blue haired girl under you. Not wanting to hear her whine again, you slam the entirety of your cock back into her. Filling her in one full thrust, “hnngg fuck I-” she moans out, clenching around you, choking your cock. 

“Fuck- Jinx you’re sooo wet” you rasp, gritting your teeth at the sight of her puffy cunt taking you repeatedly to the base. Sucking in your cock that’s now covered in her creamy arousal, dripping onto your balls as you pound her tight hole. “Right – fucking there” she’d squeak, her voice slightly hoarse. The wet slapping sounds coming from drilling her leaky pussy makes her eyes slightly cross from how deep you’re fucking her, gripping the back of her legs harder to add more force to your thrusts. Eventually coming to a slow pace, still bucking into her with enough force to make her body jerk. 

“Such a good pussy for mommy mhmm”, this new hard pace making you lose your mind before speeding up, chasing the urge to cum in her. Going back to hammering her weeping cunt, her bent legs shaking beside her. “Mhmm nguh fuck, I’m cumming mommy” she wails, rubbing her clit hard and fast as the amount of cream slipping out of her pussy onto your cock grows. 

Squirting her pussy juices onto your lower half and falling back down into her own leaky pussy, her clit rubbing turning into her smacking her hand down on her sensitive pussy. “Hmm ngnguh” her breathy moans growing in volume and she doesn’t let up, continuing to slap her pussy through her orgasm. You’re in awe watching her stretched pussy quiver as she’s still cumming around you. “Keep fucking me, don- don’t stop plea” she can barely get the words out as you speed up making her squirt and cream more. 

Egging her on by letting go of the grip on one of her legs to each one of your tits to squeeze your milk out onto her chest, “Oh my g- oh fuck” she’d yell, pulling you down so she can latch back on while you split her pussy. 

“My god- uh fuck”, the feeling of her mouth around your nipples, sucking down your milk while you pound her sopping pussy from below urging you to cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” cumming into her as she grips around your cock tighter than she has this entire night. “Mhmm fuck” she moans, letting your tit fall out her mouth. A drop of milk falling down her chin, you don’t stop your motions – looking down to watch yourself fuck your cum deeper into her fucked out pussy. 

You pull out of her leaky cunt, grabbing your stiff cock to the entrance of her asshole.“Mhmm too much” she’d sob, pushing away at your chest, you ignore her cries, spreading her legs further to give you more access, easing your way into her hole until her perky ass meets your hips. “n-no please, I can’t take it, mhm fuck” she whines out, breathlessly. 

You begin slowly fighting into her tightest hole, grinding your teeth at this new inviting feeling. “I need this” you grunt, fucking her as hard, causing ripples to her ass. Her tight pink ring gripping onto your cock with her mouth hung open, “Please I-” you slap your hand over her mouth trying to push out another orgasm. “Ohh my- oh fuck” you speed up, slamming your hips against hers. 

Completely lost as you’re on the brink of cumming again, you quickly pull out of her asshole entering back into her glistening pussy. Filling it in one thrust, and keeping a hard pace. You can feel her mouth starting to relax against your wet palm, forming an open “O” shape. “Acting like you didn’t want this, fucking slut” you spit.

“You’re too wet to want me to stop”.

“Mhmm” jinx would mumble, leaning onto her elbows to watch you slip in and out of her. Her legs are still hanging by her sides, under the pressure of one of your hands gripping onto it. You pull your hand back from her mouth placing it back onto her free leg, so you can slip out of her pussy and go back to fucking her hole splitting her once more.

Jinx’s asshole milks your cock as your cum goops out of her aching cunt, onto your balls. Her pussy becomes a sloppy gooey mess prompting you to enter back into it. “Mhfmmf oh, fuc- ugh more” she hums, her head hanging back, swinging from the power of you hammering her trembling pussy. Jinx mewls in pain and pleasure at just forcing your way once more to her ass, no easing in. Just spreading her open and fucking into her slick asshole, “okay- ah fuck, okay, okay mhm no” she’s babbling at this point. 

So close to cumming again but the pain of you smashing into her makes her head spin, barely trying to push you off anymore.  Giving up and just trying to soothe herself by drinking from your chest again, “Almost there baby” you mutter, letting her legs wrap around your waist. 

“Mhmm aw- ah baby, ohh mmhmf fuck” your hips stuttering as you try and keep your pace, the strength behind your thrusts keeping steady. “Ah, mhm— ah” jinx squeaks one last time as you fill her stretched asshole with your final load. 

She lets your milky tit go, going stiff as she quietly cums with your cock still lodged inside her ass, her eyes shut from embarrassment as more thick white cum falls out of her pussy – slipping down to your cock. 

“Such a good baby” you whispered as you come down from your orgasm, pulling yourself back up on your knees feeling her asshole spasm around your cock while you watch as her pussy still leaks cream. Her legs are quivering, you give into the urge to still play with her. Slipping your thumb through her gushing folds to toy with her clit, making her body jerk. “Mhm” she squeals. 

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.

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now, the lengthy, pink dildo is stuffed inside your cunt as far as it can manage, harshly stabbing into your cervix, but you find pleasure in the pain. and jinx is mewling all the while; making little desperate, frustrated noises, trying to fuck the dildo faster inside her own pussy, but it’s hard to manage—hard to find a steady rhythm, with the way you both pause to catch your breath at uncoordinated intervals.

”unghh, baby—need more,” you mewl, and you’re making small, weak sounds—burrowing into the crook of her neck, humping the toy further inside your cunt.

the way jinx clenches around the toy is barely perceptible, but you feel it—tiny, involuntary spasms as she tries to drive it deeper. you can feel the way her greedy cunt slightly pulls the toy from your hole, stuffing more inches inside her own.

jinx has never been good at sharing. neither has her pussy.

”faster, go faster—fuck!” she keens, nails digging crescents into your skin, and she’s whining high in her throat.

you try, rolling your hips with growing urgency, but your rhythm inevitably falters. the pleasure is too much, too raw, building and breaking apart in uneven waves. your pussy is so sensitive, even the slightest movement is too overwhelming for you. you need someone to hold you down and force you to take it, but jinx won’t do that; she needs to be made to take it too.

it’s a dilemma—both of you craving control and the loss of it, stuck in a push and pull cycle.

you start crying—thick, salty tears rolling down your cheeks and splashing onto jinx’s skin. it feels so good, but it’s nowhere near enough. your pussy is crying too, dribbling copious amounts of slick out of your little hole with nowhere to go.

”jeez, such a crybaby,” jinx says, frustrated and out of patience, brows creasing while she’s shifting, searching for the perfect spot, and then—

when she tilts her hips just right, sparks shoot through your core, and you’re desperate to chase that sensation—finally getting somewhere after edging each other for hours.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you’re whimpering, gasping like a balloon losing air; squeaky and staccato.

ironically, jinx then sobs wetly, holding your hips still so she can just take, take, take. 

you’re pressed so close that the toy is entirely swallowed up by both your cunts. jinx is writhing against you like a fish on a hook, using your pussy to get off, while your pleasure is merely an afterthought to her. she’s humping against you—against the toy—with clumsy, desperate rolls of her hips, like a misbehaving puppy.

you’re so close, teetering on the edge, and you’re sure jinx is right there with you, if her whorish moans are anything to go by—until you adjust, just slightly, and then you lose the perfect spot; the one that had you both crying, finally scratching the itch that’s been under your skin for hours. 

jinx makes a sharp, frustrated snivel, her fingers tightening against your skin as she tries to guide you back. but it’s too late. the moment has slipped through your fingers like sand, and now you’re both aching, desperate, while your orgasms die down again.

“god, mmphh, fuck—“ you gasp, thighs trembling, but every movement feels off, like you’re grasping at something just out of reach. jinx’s breath is ragged beneath you, panting like a dog, and it’s driving you insane.

“do something,” she pleads, raspy and needy. jinx doesn’t push, doesn’t take; she needs it just as bad as you do, but neither of you can force the other over the edge. you’re both trapped—too far gone to stop, yet nowhere near close enough to finish.

you press your foreheads together, panting, skin damp with sweat, and you move—slow, uncoordinated, but determined. so close together that your clits catch, the friction sending a shockwave through you. you can feel the large pink cock reaching deep inside your guts, can feel it in your throat.

“don’t stop,” she huffs.

you nod eagerly like a good little bitch—obedient and mindless—gripping onto her as if that’ll keep you grounded, as if it’ll bring you comfort against the overwhelming pleasure building in your pussy.

you push through the oversensitivity, the ache deep inside your cunt, the maddening need—and then, you find it again, finally. that perfect spot, that devastating friction. your bodies move in tandem—helpless, grinding, writhing—lost in the feeling of being stuffed full of cock, until it crashes over you both.

jinx comes first, back arching like a bow string drawn too tight, locking her legs around you, holding you there as she shatters. she’s mewling like a kitten the entire time, pathetic and whiny and relieved. her tongue lolls out dumbly, her eyes are hazy, and she looks like a picture of debauchery.

”hnghh—pussy feels so, ahh, good, baby,” you moan, and unsurprisingly, you’re coming against her cunt too, riding out your orgasm in helpless, messy rolls of your hips. 

jinx is flinching away from your pussy, flinching away from the cock being pressed deeper inside her stomach—but you can’t find it in yourself to care. you need to come too, after all.

just a little more, just a little longer, until your orgasm subsides. you collapse on top of jinx, panting into her skin, entirely fucked-out; a pile of two needy sluts.

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jinx streams every other day, always at the same time, and you're careful never to be late. the moment her stream goes live, the screen fills with a warm glow. it illuminates her petite frame as she sits on her bed, poised and teasing. tonight, she wears a dark brown leather belt across her chest, cinched just enough to lift her small breasts, showing off her blue cloud tattoos. the worn leather is barely covering the soft, pink shade of her tiny nipples.

she has such a thin piece of fabric decorating her hips that you wouldn’t have even noticed it, if not for the way the black, lacy thong contrasts against her pale skin. she’s striking—utterly mesmerizing—and every movement is deliberate as she shifts, adjusting herself before flashing a sly smile at the camera.

the chat chirps with excitement when she leans in, offering a loud, enthusiastic greeting to her supporters. there’s an undeniable, mischievous confidence in the way she carries herself—a playful allure mixed with an effortless intimacy that only strokes the flames of your parasocial relationship with her.

heartseekerjinx: hi gorgeous!!!

spaceprincessjinx: you look so sexy, jinx <3

user3263288412: give us a show already.

jinx’s stream requires a hefty membership access fee, but you’d pay anything just to see her.

“hmmm,” she trails her fingers down the taut, creamy skin of stomach until they reach her panties. she toys with the lacy hem, saying, “i’ve been needing to play with my pussy all day… but i was waiting for you.”

you gasp. it feels like she’s speaking to you directly. you know you must stand out to her the most compared to her other subscribers, with the way you spam her with donations, flooding her chat with desperate compliments. she has to remember you.

you unbutton your jeans hurriedly, pushing your pants down your thighs and then you stuff your hand inside your underwear. you’re completely soaked already, as if jinx put a spell on you—on all her viewers. that would explain the all-consuming loyalty you feel towards her.

jinx plucks a sleek, blue vibrator from her toy basket, the one that’s directly attached to her many donations, where each contribution controls its intensity. it might be your favorite toy of hers. you enjoy the way her viewers can set the pace—how you can set the pace. of course, you love watching her stuff monstrous dildos inside her pussy too, but there’s something so intimate about being the one to force her to feel good, despite the distance between you two.

jinx plants her feet on the bed, spreading her knees. she turns the toy on, and then she hooks a finger in the crotch of her thong, pulling the thin frantic to the side so hundreds of eyes can see her glistening, pink pussy. she rubs the vibrator against her clit for a moment, groaning softly at the stimulation, and then pushes the bean-shaped toy inside her hole.

”oh fuck, look how wet i am for you,” jinx whines, staring up at the webcam. she looks tantalizing from underneath her thick lashes.

biting your lip in anticipation, you donate $20 without a second thought—just enough to speed up the vibrations of the toy slightly. jinx gasps on screen, surprised that she received a donation so quickly. she leans in to read off her computer screen, recognizing your username instantly and snickering.

purring your display-name like a cat, she says, “thank you, mydarlingjinx. you always take, ahh, such good care of me.”

you feel an immense sense of pride fill your chest. you love taking care of jinx, making her feel good, and you wish you could take things further. you often fantasize about laying her up in your bed, pulling off the skimpy clothes adorning her body, rubbing your hands all across her smooth skin, playing with her small breasts.

you know you could make her feel so good, stuffing her full of dildos and other phallic-shaped objects from her toy box, playing with every single one of her holes like you know she needs, pushing her to the brink of pleasure in ways that would leave her crying. her box of toys is filled with possibilities, each one capable of pulling the sweetest reactions from her. you can picture it so clearly; the way she'd squirm as you explore every inch of her skin—teasing, stretching, biting, filling. she craves it, you know she does—her slutty body was made for this sort of thing.

the speed of the toy is relatively fast now, but jinx keeps her composure—or at least, she tries to. she continues flirting with the camera, dedicated to keeping her supporters entertained. “unnghh—do you like watching me play with my pussy? i bet, ahh, you’re touching yourself too, huh?”

your breath hitches. it feels like a direct challenge, one you’re all too eager to accept. you type a quick response in chat, confirming her suspicions, and she giggles, her laughter raspy and sweet.

mydarlingjinx: yes you look so cute jinx!

”i knew it,” she coos. “i wish you were here—mmgh! you’d feel so much better—aghh—than this dumb toy.”

holy shit.

your pulse pounds in your ears. she wishes you were touching her, that you were the one making her feel this good. it’s almost too much for you to handle. your fingers fumble over your keyboard as you send another donation, barely registering the amount before the confirmation pops up. you're not the only one—her other viewers flood the chat with their own desperate contributions, the collective need to see her fall apart pushing the toy's vibrations even higher.

”unghh! please, ohh, slow down—i can’t t-take it, mmmf!” jinx squeals, which only entices you to send another donation.

her magenta eyes are trying to flutter closed and it seems like she can barely keep her legs open, but she has to give her viewers a show—it’s what they paid for, after all. so she hooks her elbows under her knees, forcing her legs to stay spread open so everyone can see the way her sweet pussy is gushing more and more arousal out of her little hole, trailing down to her heart-shaped ass.

her makeup is ruined—messy, dark eyeshadow running down her face, black cherry lipstick smudged around her chin, her tongue lolling out like a dumb dog. she looks completely debauched, and yet, she pushes herself further. 

your fingers are moving with newfound desperation inside your underwear, awestruck by the sight of jinx unraveling. every labored breath, every twitch of her delicate frame is a testament to just how close she is to reaching her breaking point, how desperate her pussy is to finally orgasm, to release more heavenly juices from her hole—and it’s all because of you.

the realization is dizzying, a fire pooling deep in your stomach as you drink in the sight of how utterly ruined and overwhelmed your girl is.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—!” jinx is repeating like a mantra, her raspy voice hitching with every syllable. “baby, ohh, i’m coming—hngggf!”

and then she goes crosseyed, nails digging into the skin of thighs hard enough to make her bleed. her back arches as she tips over the edge, pushing out her perky tits further. jinx squirts harshly from her pussy and you can see the powerful contractions of her hole as it pushes the blue toy out.

the vibrator falls onto the plush sheets of jinx’s bed with a bounce, but her orgasm continues. she’s trembling, her skin is clearly buzzing with electricity, and you think she looks like an angel.

the sight of her—shaking like a leaf and moaning whorishly—completely undoes you. heat coils tightly in your core before snapping like a rubber band all at once. a deep, shuddering wave of pleasure rolls through your entire body, your muscles tense and your fingers clenching as your breath catches in your throat. the intensity of your orgasm leaves you momentarily weightless. a full-body shiver overtakes you, every nerve alight with warmth and satisfaction.

your mind turns hazy, the world around you blurring until all that remains is her—jinx, who is sprawled out against her plush bedsheets, her chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, and her lips parted in a lazy, drunk smile.

jinx came because of you, and you because of her. it’s irrevocably intimate and she has no idea.

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