julz

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ JULZ

𐙚⋆°🦢｡⋆♡ she/her. enfj. bisexual. 19.

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mdni. 18+

Nat x reader with a big chest?

summery : Getting ready for an anniversary date turns chaotic when a gorgeous, tight-fitting dress struggles to contain a heavy chest, triggering a wave of intense possessiveness from a completely captivated Natalie.

pairings : fem!natalie x big chested!reader

warnings : established relationship, clothing struggle, mild degradation/praise, rough kissing, wall sex, breast playing, heavy sucking/biting, rough fingering, clit stimulation, heavy fluids, oral

authors note : omg hii violet, ur literally so cool

The bedroom was a complete disaster of discarded hangers and wrinkled fabric, but you barely noticed the mess as you fought with the fabric in front of the full-length mirror. The dress was absolutely gorgeous—a deep, rich color that perfectly matched the vibe of the restaurant Nat had booked for your anniversary date—but your chest was turning the entire getting-ready process into a battlefield.

No matter how you shifted, the fabric across your bust was strained to its absolute limit. The zipper at the side was stubbornly stuck halfway up, completely refusing to budge over the curve of your breasts, and the low-cut neckline was sitting so incredibly low that it felt less like a fashion statement and more like an accidental wardrobe malfunction.

You let out a frustrated, self-conscious sigh, trying to pull the material upward to cover yourself, but the moment you let go, it just spilled right back down. You were just about ready to rip the whole thing off and cancel the reservation when the bedroom door swung open.

Nat walked in, already completely dressed in a sleek, tailored jacket, her dark hair perfectly styled. "Hey, beautiful, the Uber is about ten minutes away, are you—"

She froze mid-sentence, her words completely dying in her throat the second her eyes landed on you.

Her gaze dropped instantly to your chest, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of your heavy breasts straining against the tight fabric, the deep dip of the neckline framing your cleavage flawlessly. For a solid five seconds, Nat just stood in the doorway, completely paralyzed, her mouth slightly open.

"Nat, don't look at me," you groaned, your face burning with a hot blush as you immediately crossed your arms over your chest to hide yourself. "It’s a disaster. It doesn't fit right at all. My chest is ruining the whole silhouette, the zipper won't go up, and I look completely ridiculous. I need to change."

Nat finally snapped out of her trance, a low, thick hum escaping the back of her throat as she stepped into the room. She closed the door behind her, her eyes never once leaving you as she walked over, her previous hurry completely forgotten.

"Change?" Nat repeated, her voice dropping into a raspy, incredibly intense register that made your stomach do a sudden flip. She reached out, gently but firmly grasping your wrists and pulling your arms away from your chest so she could see you fully. "Are you insane? You look fucking incredible."

You tried to pull your arms back, your fingers twitching to cover yourself again as the heavy blush deepened on your cheeks, but Nat’s grip on your wrists only tightened. She didn't hurt you, but her hold was completely unyielding, pinning your hands down by your sides and forcing you to stand exposed before her.

"Nat, come on, let me cover up," you mumbled, shifting your weight uncomfortably under her intense stare. "It's too much. Everyone at the restaurant is going to look at me."

A dark, possessive shadow immediately crossed Nat’s face at your words. Her jaw clenched, and she stepped forward, crowding your space until her chest was pressed right against yours, the friction of her jacket against your bare skin sending a violent shiver down your spine.

"Let them look," Nat growled, her voice dropping into a low, fiercely dominant tone that made your knees instantly weak. She let go of your wrists, only for her large hands to slide up your waist, her fingers digging firmly into your hips, anchoring you to her. "They can look all they want, but everyone in that room is going to know exactly who you belong to. You’re mine. Every single inch of you."

She leaned down, her eyes tracking the heavy rise and fall of your chest before snapping back up to your lips. "You look so fucking beautiful it hurts, and the fact that you're wearing this for me is driving me crazy."

Before you could even process the words, Nat closed the remaining distance and caught your mouth in a bruising, deeply heated kiss.

It wasn't a sweet, reassuring kiss—it was hungry, demanding, and entirely consuming. Her tongue parted your lips instantly, claiming your mouth with a heavy, desperate rhythm that stole the breath right out of your lungs. One of her hands slid up from your hip, her fingers tangling tightly into the hair at the back of your neck to hold you still, angling your head to drink you in even deeper. You let out a soft, helpless whimper into her mouth, your hands instinctively rising to grip the lapels of her jacket just to stay upright as she completely took over, wrecking any lingering shred of your self-consciousness.

With a sudden, forceful surge of momentum, Nat walked you backward until your back hit the bedroom wall with a soft thud. She didn’t break the kiss for a single second, her mouth still fiercely devouring yours, her tongue sliding deep into your mouth as she pinned you there with the heavy weight of her body.

Her hands moved with a frantic, desperate urgency. She slid them down to the half-stuck zipper at your side, and with one brutal, impatient yank, she forced it open the rest of the way, the fabric tearing slightly at the seam. She grabbed the straps of the gorgeous dress and peeled them down your arms, dragging the tight material down past your waist until it pooled uselessly around your ankles, leaving you standing there in nothing but your underwear.

When she finally pulled her mouth away from yours, both of you were gasping for air, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips in the dim light. Nat’s eyes were completely wild as she looked down at you. Without the restriction of the dress, your heavy breasts were completely free, bouncing slightly with your ragged breathing, the dark, swollen aureolas practically begging for her touch.

"God, look at you," Nat choked out, a dark, primal groan tearing from her throat.

She didn't wait another second. Dropping to her knees right in front of you, she buried her face straight into your cleavage. The sudden, hot friction of her tongue wiping across your skin made your hips jerk off the wall. She cupped the heavy underside of your left breast with both hands, lifting the massive weight of it, and opened her mouth wide to wrap her lips entirely around your dark nipple.

A loud, echoing shriek of pure pleasure tore from your throat as Nat sucked you deep into her mouth. She didn't tease you—she pulled at the sensitive bud with a heavy, rhythmic suction that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight down between your thighs. Your hands immediately flew to her head, your fingers tangling desperately into her dark hair, pulling her even harder against your chest as your knees buckled completely.

"Nat—oh my god, Nat," you whimpered, your head slamming back against the wall as she kept up the intense, heavy suction.

Nat let out a muffled growl against your skin, her tongue swirling frantically around the engorged nub before she bit down gently, using her teeth to tug at you. The sudden sting made you arch your back, a breathless sob escaping your lips. She moved to the other side, her wet lips coating the sensitive skin of your right breast, greedily tasting you, completely obsessed with the massive, soft weight of your chest as she absolutely ruined any chance of you making that dinner reservation.

Nat’s mouth never left your skin, her tongue still greedily licking a wet path up the heavy curve of your breast while you shook against the wall. Her hands slithered down from your chest, trailing over the frantic, hot curve of your stomach until her fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties. With one rough, impatient tug, she dragged them down your shaking thighs, leaving you completely bare beneath her.

"You're so fucking wet," Nat growled against your skin, her voice thick and gravelly as her hand moved into the tight space between your thighs. She smeared your own slickness over your swollen labia, her thumb instantly finding your hyper-sensitive clit and giving it a heavy, deliberate crush that made your toes curl inside your shoes.

You let out a loud, fractured cry, your fingers tightening so hard into her hair that your knuckles turned white. "Nat, please, I'm already—"

"I know," she murmured darkly, her eyes looking up at you from below, hooded and predatory.

Without giving you a second to brace yourself, Nat aligned two fingers with your drenched slit and pushed them straight inside you.

The sudden, thick intrusion tore a breathless, high-pitched whimper from your chest. Your internal muscles immediately clamped down around her digits, clenching and pulsing violently as they buried deep into your tight, aching cunt. The angle was punishing; because she was still kneeling on the floor, every thrust hooked upward, her knuckles rubbing hard against the sensitive entrance of your vagina while her fingertips buried deep inside, hitting your spot with an agonizing precision.

Nat didn't waste any time. She began to move her hand in a fast, brutal, relentless rhythm. The loud, wet, squelching sound of her fingers sliding in and out of your saturated flesh filled the bedroom, a completely dirty, heavy friction that had your hips jerking off the wall in a desperate attempt to meet her pace.

"Listen to that," Nat whispered roughly, lifting her head just enough to watch the way your body was completely falling apart under her touch. Her thumb stayed flattened over your clit, grinding into the engorged nub with every single hard thrust of her fingers. "You're fucking soaking my hand. Squeezing me so tight. Take it all for me, beautiful."

"Oh god, Nat, I can't—it's too much," you sobbed out, your head thrashing violently against the drywall. Your knees were completely giving out, your entire weight supported only by the wall at your back and Nat's heavy frame anchoring you in place. The dual stimulation of her fingers stretching you open from the inside and her thumb relentlessly abusing your clit was driving you entirely over the edge. The heat in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, turning into a sharp, throbbing ache that demanded release.

"Come for me," Nat commanded, her pace turning completely vicious as she drove her fingers into you even faster, pushing you ruthlessly through the peak. "Let me feel exactly how hard you wreck yourself right now. Do it."

The command broke whatever restraint you had left. Your vision went totally dark as a violent, crushing orgasm slammed into your body.

Your eyes rolled back, and a loud, shattered wail tore from your throat as your cunt violently seized, your internal muscles clamping down around her fingers in intense, uncontrollable, rhythmic spasms.

Your hips jerked frantically upward against her hand, your body shaking from head to toe as a heavy rush of slick nectar drenched her hand. Nat didn't stop, keeping her fingers buried deep inside you, riding out every single tight, rolling pulse of your climax until you were completely ruined, weeping into the quiet room as you melted down the wall.

Nat stayed on her knees for a long, heavy moment, keeping her fingers buried deep inside your pulsing cunt while your body slowly rode out the aftershocks. Every breath you took was a ragged, trembling gasp, your forehead resting against the cool drywall as your thighs continued to shake uncontrollably.

"Look at you," Nat whispered, her voice laced with a dark, smug satisfaction as she finally, slowly eased her fingers out of you. The wet, sliding sound made your face burn even hotter. She stood up, her tall frame towering over you as you slid down the wall a few inches, your knees completely shot.

She looked down at her hand, which was glistening and completely coated in your slick wetness. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her lips. Without a single word, she leaned down, caught your chin between her clean thumb and forefinger, and tilted your head back. She brought her soaked fingers right to your lips, nudging them open.

"Clean it off," she murmured, her eyes dark and heavy. "Every single drop."

You whimpered, but your tongue darted out anyway, licking her fingers clean, tasting the salty, overwhelming heat of your own release. Nat watched you with a hooded, possessive stare, her chest rising and falling heavily as you sucked her digits spotless.

Once she was satisfied, she pulled her hand away, wiping it carelessly on a discarded shirt from the floor. She looked down at the ruined, torn dress pooled around your ankles, then up at your flushed, beautiful face.

A sudden, low chuckle escaped her, her intense demeanor shifting back into something playful.

summery : A quiet evening in bed takes a breathless, hidden turn when a domestic moment between girlfriends turns intensely heated while jackies daughter sleeps just across the hall.

pairings : mom!jackie taylor x fem!reader

warnings : established relationship, domestic smut, finger fucking, clit stimulation, muffled moans, breath control, hand over mouth, wet pussy, fluids, praise, interruption (aftermath)

authors note : second post! i hope you all like it! its based off of this

The quiet hum of the apartment's air conditioning was the loudest sound in the room as you finally stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth. It had been a long day, but the absolute peace of the apartment right now made it worth it.

Jackie was already in the bedroom, the soft glow of her bedside lamp spilling out into the hallway. She was wearing one of your oversized t-shirts, her hair pulled up into a messy bun as she peeled back the duvet and crawled into bed. You spit, rinsed, and walked in to join her, the floorboards giving a familiar, comforting creak under your bare feet.

"Is she finally out?" you asked softly, climbing onto your side of the mattress and letting out a long, relieved sigh as your head hit the pillow.

Jackie rolled over to face you, a tired but completely soft smile on her lips. She leaned across the small space between you, resting her hand on your hip. "Dead to the world," she whispered, her voice a little raspy from exhaustion. "Took three bedtime stories and a very long negotiation about why she couldn't sleep in her rain boots, but she's out."

You laughed quietly, reaching up to brush a stray piece of hair behind Jackie's ear. When you first started dating, the idea of stepping into a life that already included a toddler had seemed like a massive shift, but now, you couldn't imagine your apartment without Jennie's toy trucks scattered on the rug or her bright four-year-old laugh filling the rooms. You and Jackie had built a real routine here, a real little family.

Jackie leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your lips that tasted like mint. "Thank you for helping with dinner tonight," she murmured against your mouth, her eyes heavy with sleep. "I don't know what I'd do without you here."

"No problem," you murmured, leaning into her touch and returning the kiss with a soft, lingering warmth. "You know I love doing it. Plus, seeing her try to eat spaghetti with her hands is the best entertainment I've had all week."

Jackie let out a low, breathy laugh against your lips, her fingers tangling into the fabric of your shirt. "She definitely takes after me with the messiness," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, shifting from tired to something much more deliberate.

She slid her leg over yours, the heavy weight of her thigh pinning you down as she shifted her body closer, pressing her chest against yours. The soft mattress dipped under the sudden change in weight. Her hands moved from your hip, sliding slowly up the expanse of your waist, her palms warm even through the thin cotton of your top. When her lips found your jawline, tracing a path of slow, biting kisses down to the sensitive skin of your neck, a quiet gasp escaped you.

"Jackie," you breathed out, your hands instinctively rising to rest on her shoulders, though your fingers wrapped around the fabric rather than pushing her away.

"I know you're tired," Jackie murmured against your skin, her breath hot and sent a sharp shiver straight down your spine. Her hand slid under the hem of your shirt, her fingertips tracing the bare skin of your stomach with a slow, agonizing friction that made your breath hitch. "But I've been thinking about this all afternoon. Ever since you were sitting on the living room floor helping her with that puzzle... God, you looked so beautiful."

She leaned up to catch your lips again, this time with a deeper, more urgent pressure. Her tongue slid past your lips, claiming your mouth in a way that made your head spin, her hips pressing down into yours with an unmistakable rhythm. For a second, the warmth and the heavy pull of desire had you completely giving in, your hands moving to the small of her back to pull her even tighter against you.

But then, the tiny, muffled sound of a floorboard creaking in the hallway—or maybe just the imaginary echo of it—snapped your eyes open.

"Jackie, wait," you whispered against her mouth, reluctantly bringing your hands up to her chest to gently but firmly hold her back.

Jackie groaned into your neck, her forehead resting against your collarbone as she let out a frustrated, heavy breath. "Please tell me you're not stopping me."

"Jennie," you reminded her quietly, your heart still hammering against your ribs from the sudden heat between you. You looked over at the bedroom door, which was cracked open just a few inches to let the hallway light guide any midnight bathroom trips. "Jennie is literally just in the other room, Jax. The walls in this place are like paper, and you know how easily she wakes up if she hears a weird noise."

Jackie stayed still for a moment, her face buried in your shoulder as she took a deep, steadying breath. She knew you were right. As much as the apartment felt like a private sanctuary when the four-year-old was asleep, the reality of having a toddler meant your timeline wasn't entirely your own.

She slowly lifted her head, her eyes dark with lingering heat but a resigned, slightly amused pout on her lips. "I hate that you're the responsible one," she teased softly, though she didn't move her leg off yours, still wanting to be as close as possible. "She's a deep sleeper once she's out, you know."

"Yeah, until she decides she needs a glass of water at two in the morning and walks in without knocking," you pointed out, reaching up to gently tap the tip of her nose. "I love you, and I want this, but I am not risking trauma-inducing an accidental midnight visitor."

Jackie let out a soft, defeated groan, but the mischievous spark in her eyes told you she wasn't giving up that easily. She leaned up, her lips brushing right against the shell of your ear, her breath hot and teasing.

"I can be quiet," she promised, her voice dropping to a wicked, barely audible whisper that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. "And I'll make sure you're quiet, too. I'll cover your mouth if I have to. Please?"

You stared up at her, trying to maintain your resolve, but the sight of her flushed cheeks and the heavy, desperate look in her eyes completely melted your defenses. You let out a long, defeated sigh, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"Fine," you whispered back, holding up a warning finger. "But if she walks in, you're the one explaining it."

"Deal," Jackie murmured, not wasting a single second.

A triumphant smirk spread across her face as she shifted her weight, sliding down your body. Her hands moved to the waistband of your loose cotton sleep shorts. She gripped the elastic and pulled them down in one smooth, eager motion, dragging them past your hips and down your thighs.

But as she went to toss them aside, her hands paused, resting against your bare thighs. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, a low, dark hum escaping her throat as she realized there was absolutely nothing underneath. You weren't wearing any panties.

"Oh," Jackie whispered, her gaze snapping back up to your face, her smirk turning into something incredibly heated and intense. "Well, aren't you full of surprises tonight?"

"Shut up," you breathed, a hot blush rushing to your cheeks as you tried to hide your face, but Jackie just laughed softly, the sound low and entirely satisfied.

She didn't give you a chance to feel self-conscious. Shifting her weight between your legs, her hand slid up the bare skin of your inner thigh, her palm burning hot against your flesh. Her fingers moved higher, deliberately slow, until they brushed against the sensitive outer folds of your labia. You let out a quiet, shaky gasp, your hips instinctively twitching upward at the contact.

"Look at how wet you are for me already," Jackie whispered, her voice a dark, rough purr against your neck. She spread your slick folds, her thumb sweeping upward to find your clit. The moment her thumb pressed against the swollen, aching bud, a sharp whimper cut through the quiet room. Jackie immediately covered your mouth with her other hand, her palm pressing firmly against your lips to muffle the sound. "Shh, remember what we said. Quiet."

You nodded frantically, your eyes wide as you gripped the bedsheets. Jackie’s thumb kept up a relentless, agonizingly perfect friction on your clit, swirling over the sensitive nub until it was throbbing and fully saturated in your own moisture. You were already dripping, a slick nectar pooling between your thighs as she played with you, torturing you with the light, teasing pressure.

Then, with a heavy, deliberate nudge, she slid two fingers straight into your tight slit.

A choked, muffled cry was buried right into Jackie’s palm. Your internal muscles immediately went into overdrive, tightly gripping and clenching around her fingers as they buried deep inside you. The sudden fullness made your lower belly ache with a deep, pulsing need.

"God, you’re so tight," Jackie groaned, her teeth grazing your earlobe as she began to move her hand in a slow, rhythmic pump. The sound of her fingers sliding in and out of your wet cunt was a sharp, slick friction that seemed incredibly loud in the dark room. "Listen to how loud your pussy is. It’s absolutely soaking my hand."

She accelerated the pace, her fingers driving into your throbbing depth while her thumb firmly pinned and ground against your hyper-sensitive clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips started jerking up against her hand in a desperate, frantic rhythm, your body completely taking over as the intense, throbbing heat began to coil tightly in your chest. Your muscles were pulsing around her digits, begging for release, completely helpless under her touch.

Jackie’s palm pressed even harder against your mouth, firmly sealing your lips as your head thrashed back against the pillow. The muffled, frantic noises you were making were trapped entirely in the back of your throat, a desperate, vibration against her skin.

"Don't make a sound," she whispered fiercely, her eyes locked onto yours in the dim light as her fingers drove relentlessly into your slick, aching depth. Her thumb flattened completely over your swollen clit, grinding into the hyper-sensitive bud with a heavy, unyielding friction that pushed you straight over the edge.

The tension coiled in your lower belly finally snapped.

Your eyes rolled back as a violent, crushing orgasm tore through your body. Your internal muscles clamped down hard, clenching and pulsing around her buried fingers in intense, rhythmic spasms that you couldn't control. A loud, choked wail was completely smothered into Jackie's hand, your hips jerking frantically upward as your cunt soaked her fingers in a final, heavy rush of slick moisture. You shook violently beneath her, your fingers digging into her shoulders as the wave of pure pleasure wrecked you completely, leaving you entirely breathless and trembling in the dark.

Jackie slowly eased her hand out of you, the wet, sliding friction drawing one last, breathless shiver from your body. She let her palm linger on your inner thigh for a moment, letting you catch your breath, before she pulled her hand away to grab a tissue from the nightstand.

After a quick clean-up, she discarded it and immediately slid back up the mattress, pulling the heavy duvet over both of your naked legs. She wrapped her arms securely around your waist, pulling your back flush against her chest. You melted into her warmth, your heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure exhaustion and relief.

"See?" Jackie whispered against the back of your neck, her lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder. "Perfectly quiet. I told you I'd take care of you."

"Shut up," you breathed out, a tired but completely content smile tugging at your lips. You reached down, tangling your fingers with hers where they were resting on your stomach. "You got lucky."

"We both got lucky," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she squeezed you tighter.

For a few beautiful, uninterrupted minutes, the bedroom was completely still. The heavy afterglow of the climax washed over you, your eyelids growing heavier by the second as you listened to the steady, comforting sound of Jackie’s breathing behind you. You were just on the verge of drifting off, completely safe and warm in her arms.

Then, the soft creeeeak of the bedroom door ruined the silence.

Both of your eyes snapped open at the exact same time. Through the small crack in the door, a tiny, shadowed figure was standing in the dim light of the hallway, clutching a worn-out stuffed elephant by its ear.

"Mommy?" a small, trembling voice whimpered.

Jackie immediately shifted, the sleepy warmth vanishing from her posture as her maternal instincts took over. She rubbed her eyes and propped herself up on one elbow, looking toward the door. "Jennie? Sweetie, what's wrong?"

The four-year-old took a few hesitant steps into the bedroom, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. Her lower lip was trembling, and even in the dim light, you could see the faint glint of tears on her cheeks. "I had a bad dream," she snuffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "The shadow monsters were in my closet."

Your heart immediately melted, any lingering tension from moments before completely evaporating. You shifted slightly, making sure the duvet was pulled up securely to your chest so she wouldn't see anything amiss.

"Oh, baby," Jackie said softly, her voice filled with nothing but pure comfort. She threw back her side of the covers, quickly grabbing a pair of sweatpants from the floor and sliding them on with practiced, stealthy efficiency. She stepped out of bed and immediately knelt down on the floor, catching Jennie in a tight hug as the little girl buried her face into Jackie's neck. "It's okay. The monsters aren't real, I promise. Mommy's here."

Jackie rocked her side to side for a second, rubbing her back until Jennie's shaky breathing started to level out. Then, she stood up, lifting the toddler effortlessly into her arms. Jennie wrapped her small legs around Jackie's waist, her head resting heavily on her mother's shoulder, her eyes already blinking sleepily now that she was safe.

Before carrying her back down the hall, Jackie stepped back over to your side of the bed. She leaned down, the scent of her skin and the familiar warmth of her presence washing over you one last time. She pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your lips, a silent, appreciative thank-you for understanding.

"I'll be back in a little bit," Jackie whispered against your mouth, a soft, apologetic smile on her lips. "Go to sleep, beautiful."

"Take your time," you whispered back, reaching up to gently pat Jennie's back as she rested against Jackie. "Goodnight, Jen."

"Night-night," a tiny, muffled voice murmured from Jackie's shoulder.

summery : A secret coworker hookup in the back of a vintage record store takes a breathless, forbidden turn between the slow afternoon shifts.

pairings : co-worker!nat x fem!user

warnings : coworker hookup, workplace smut, dirty talk, overstimulation, praise/degradation, rough kissing, wall sex, breath control, fingering, public/semi-public setting, orgasm denial (brief), fluids, oral/face play

authors note : first post, kinda nervy. jk just hope this doesn't flop

The heavy scent of vintage vinyl, old paper, and cheap cardboard always clung to the oversized sweaters you wore to work. It was a good smell—one that felt like home, especially on the slow rainy afternoons when the neon "Open" sign buzzed quietly in the front window.

Working at the record store was supposed to just be a way to pay for your music habit, but lately, the best part of the shift wasn't the employee discount or the rare first-editions coming through the door. It was Nat.

At first, it was just classic coworker camaraderie. You’d argue over which Mazzy Star track to put on the shop speakers, pass a hidden flask of coffee back and forth behind the counter on freezing mornings, and trade eye-rolls whenever an annoying customer asked for something painfully mainstream. But somewhere between closing up the shop late at night and lingering just a little too long in the narrow, dimly lit aisles of the rock section, things shifted.

It started with a lingering touch while handing over a pricing gun. Then, a rainy night three weeks ago when the store closed at nine, but neither of you actually left. You were sitting on the worn-out velvet couch in the back room, a cracked cassette case resting between you, when the tension finally snapped.

Now, you were caught in a secret, unspoken routine. You weren't a couple—at least, neither of you had used that word—but you were definitely more than coworkers. It was the thrill of brushing hands behind the cash register while a customer was standing right there, or the quiet, breathless moments in the breakroom when Nat would pull you against the wall just out of view of the security cameras. You knew every lyric to her favorite albums, and now, you knew the exact sound of her laugh when she was pressed against you in the dark.

You were hooking up with your coworker, keeping it completely under wraps from the store owner, and every single shift felt like playing with fire.

The door to the storage room had barely clicked shut behind you before you were pulled into the shadows. The air back here was thick, smelling of dust and cardboard boxes, but all you could focus on was Nat.

She caught your mouth with hers before you could even speak, a heavy, breathless kiss that tasted like the cold coffee you'd been sharing all afternoon. You melted into it, your fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt, pulling her closer until there was absolutely no space left between you. The low hum of the shop's fluorescent lights buzzed on the other side of the door, making the adrenaline rush through your veins.

Nat didn't give you time to catch your breath. With a sudden, firm movement, she gripped your hips and turned you around, pressing your front flat against the cold brick wall. The sudden impact made a soft gasp catch in your throat.

"Stay right there," Nat murmured, her voice dropping into a low, raspy growl right against your ear. Her breath was hot against your neck, sending a violent shiver down your spine. "You've been driving me crazy at the register all day. Did you really think I wouldn't notice how you were looking at me?"

You whimpered, your forehead resting against the cool brick as her weight pressed into your back, trapping you completely. "Nat—"

"Shh," she whispered, her hands sliding down your waist. "Don't talk. Just let me do what I want with you."

Her hands slid lower, moving down the back of your thighs before her fingers deftly found their way between your legs. The moment she made contact, a loud, breathless moan escaped your lips, echoing softly in the cramped space.

"Yeah? You like that?" Nat muttered, her voice incredibly dirty and dripping with confidence as her fingers began a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Look at you. Louder than you ever are out there. Tell me exactly how good it feels."

"It's... God, Nat, please," you whimpered, your hands gripping the edges of a metal shelving unit in front of you just to stay upright. Your knees felt weak, your hips instinctively moving against her hand as a desperate, broken whine left your throat.

"You're so tight, so warm for me," she whispered darkly, her fingers moving faster, pushing you right to the edge. "I'm going to make you lose your mind back here, and you're going to have to keep it quiet so nobody hears you."

Your fingers clawed at the metal shelving, the rust scraping against your palms as Nat’s hand kept a relentless, punishing rhythm. Her fingers were slick, moving inside you with a brutal, heavy friction that had your thighs shaking violently. Every time you tried to pull away from the overwhelming heat, she gripped your hip with her free hand, bruising your skin and pinning you harder against the brick.

"Take it," Nat growled, her mouth pressed so close to your ear you could feel the wet heat of her tongue. "Take it all right now. Wetting your fucking clothes for me while the open sign is still on. You’re such a good little whore for this."

The crude, filthy words broke whatever restraint you had left. A fractured, high-pitched whimper tore from your throat, completely helpless. You arched your back, your hips jerking frantically against her hand as the tension inside you snapped.

You came hard, your vision going totally dark as a violent, crushing wave of heat tore through your lower belly. Your internal muscles clamped down tight around her fingers, spasming in intense, rolling waves. A loud, choked sob of pure pleasure escaped you, your forehead slamming back against the cold wall as you shook from head to toe.

Nat didn’t slow down, riding out the aftershocks inside you, pulling a broken, breathless wail from your chest. "Yeah, squeeze me like that," she whispered roughly, her teeth biting hard into the meat of your shoulder as you fell apart. "Choke on it. Let me feel exactly how hard you wreck yourself for me."

The heavy tension in the storage room gradually began to settle, leaving only the sound of your ragged, uneven breathing echoing against the brick walls. Your knees were still trembling, your weight completely supported by the metal shelves as you tried to catch your breath.

Nat finally slowed her hand, letting her fingers slide out of you with a wet, deliberate drag. You let out a soft, exhausted sigh, your muscles melting in relief, but she wasn’t quite finished.

Before you could pull away, Nat gripped your chin from behind, tilting your head back until you were forced to look up at her. Her eyes were dark, a smirk playing on her lips as she brought her wet hand up between your faces. Her fingers were glistening, completely soaked with the slick evidence of your orgasm.

"Look at that," Nat whispered, her voice low and demanding. "You made a total mess. Now clean it off."

She pressed two fingers firmly against your lower lip, nudging your mouth open. You let out a faint, hesitant whimper, but under her intense, unwavering gaze, you parted your lips. You wrapped your tongue around her fingers, sucking them clean, tasting the salty, intimate heat of your own release mixed with the faint scent of old paper from the shop. Nat watched you with a heavy, hooded stare, a low groan escaping her throat as you pulled her fingers completely into your mouth, cleaning every drop until they were spotless.

"Good," she murmured, finally pulling her hand away and wiping it carelessly on her jeans. She leaned down one last time, pressing a hard, bruising kiss to your lips that tasted entirely of you.

With a sharp pat to your hip, the intense spell was suddenly broken. "Get yourself together," Nat said, her regular, playful coworker tone returning as she walked toward the door, fixing her shirt. "The afternoon rush is about to start, and you still have to finish organizing the rock section."

do's : any girl character, any yellowjackets girl, sophie thacher, any yellowjackets actor, any yellowjackets actor other role (elle purell : rhiannon lewis , sophie thacher : sister barnes )

dont's : rape, race play, mlw, wlm, mlm, the typical stuff

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