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and and and asking her to look at you bc her eyes are a little unfocused and so pretty, plus she’ll just hide her face in your neck and leave kisses + hickeys otherwise, and that’ll just distract you anyway. plus, she loves eye contact whenever she’s the one fucking you, this is only fair.

she’s still probably going to be praising you the whole time, or at least trying to as long as she can keep it up and yes she did notice they’re hearts, that’s adorable. her voice will start to shake + she’ll definitely get whinier + a little more breathy as you go but that’s perfectly fine.

you’d be fully clothed, you’re in a church, of course. she might really need you, maybe she is stressed and that’s just making her want you more, but marina’s going to make sure you maintain a little bit of propriety for her own sanity if nothing else. with her skirt hiked up and yours pushed to the side, you don’t need much more than that to get the job done though, right?

your thighs already sticky against her hips with sweat.

she’ll pull you down, slowly as possible. she knows you can take her, she’s not huge, but she is on the wider side and fits you so nice and snug, it only feels right to move carefully. besides, she gets a little grabby when she’s this desperate and doesn’t like the idea of mindlessly ramming into you even if it does seem like it would feel good in her head.

controlling her pace is hard when you’re so warm and tight, you’ll probably even get some whimpers out of her as she’s telling you how fast you need to be grinding down to match. it’ll only make you squeeze around her a little more, but honestly that was her goal.

a hand will find its way over your mouth the second she thinks you’re a little too loud. you’re not going to be the reason she gets caught here of all places. with how much she’s already shaking, that’ll become two fingers against your tongue though. a few licks around them will just make her gasp a little and push up into you again, harder (so please do). she just discovered something new about herself thanks to you.

you’re still audible to anyone unfortunate enough to walk by

between the steady creaking from your combined weight on the old wooden seat, her slow thrusts, or your knees bumping against the sides of the booth at each one, it isn’t hard to tell what’s going on from the outside, just by listening. her voice isn’t helping either; quiet, and strained, telling you to keep going, because all you have to do is ride slow, just like this. easy. you can handle something easy, right? she thinks so

you can feel her twitching inside you now, but the way her eyes flash when you meet them lets you know you’re keeping the pace

once you get her shaking under you, clawing at your back slightly, and close enough that she just stops caring about propriety, let her grab your waist and find a way to hold on however you’d like; pull some hair, put your arms around her shoulders, brace yourself against the dark wood paneling of the tiny room, (and please don’t get a splinter), really, pick whatever’s most comfortable. any efforts to stay slow, controlled, or quiet have gone out the window (or booth?) by now anyway.

she’ll thrust up faster, shakier than before, and try to move you with her. it’s really on you to decide if you’re helping or not but she’ll still get a bit whiny if you make her do all the work. marina’s usually controlling enough when she fucks you that it is a little cute seeing her like this. she never actually minds anyway, you’ve asked.

gets so carried away and does not want to stop touching you. the sounds you make, the way you take her fingers, or the way you look up at her, she’s obsessed, but can you really blame her? she probably won’t do it on purpose the first time though

she’s used to feeling you squeeze around her a little harder once she’s got a few orgasms out of you. maybe you’re making a little more noise than she’s used to. then again, she could be imagining it. she’s having the time of her life though, so she’ll just keep going. next thing she knows, her hand is soaked, the sheets around you are slippery, and you’re trying to catch your breath.

her eyes are wide, pupils blown and she’s so blushy while checking on you. also probably will ask; “was that okay?” while pulling her fingers out (they’re dripping). you know it’s an honest question, but she also knows you normally don’t cum like that, and yes, the answer’s obvious but she wants to hear you say it.

so i did picture a 2000s movie style makeover when i got this ask but thats besides the point, anywayy, this can be tricky. usually if she can make sex better or more comfortable between you in any way, she’ll try. she does tend to get in her head about feeling undesirable a lot though, so you’ll have to be careful how you pitch the idea.

of course it’s not her fault, until now, she probably didn’t have anyone teaching her how to properly take care of herself, the time, or access to the right materials. that’s where you come in! you could definitely squeeze in some haircare and skincare while you’re at it too. i feel like she’s got very straight, coarse hair so helping her wash it shouldn’t take too long anyway.

any nice bath products you own: bubbles, scented soaps, bath salts, soaks, you get it; let her go though them and see which ones she likes best. also, please help her out of her clothes and let her do the same for you. she’ll feel a lot less self conscious if you’re right there with her, so you’re probably bathing or showering with her. this is a great excuse for shower sex btw

you really should’ve apologized for being so difficult. that would’ve taken admitting you’d been difficult in the first place though, and honestly why would you? ever since you’d got yourself stuck in that horrible town, you’d tried to do your best. your best didn’t seem to be good enough for the (unfortunately very pretty) girl in the lace blouse who’d decided you were going to help her get out.

maybe in hindsight, laughing at her when she’d asked about your occult knowledge and abilities wasn’t the best choice. marina hadn’t been kidding, according to her, they were real (you still weren’t sure about that), and she assumed you’d have them since she “didn’t think you looked like you could do anything else”.

you’d assumed she’d have a little more charisma since it really wasn’t that hard to work on, and arguably a lot more valuable of a life skill. plus, if she’d been so “drawn” to you out of everyone else and already felt comfortable enough to be throwing around insults, it looked like you had plenty, so if you were comparing skills, who was really winning here? she hadn’t appreciated you saying that very much.

honestly though, what did she expect? if that girl could somehow pick out the fact you knew occult magic or something silly like that (even when you didn’t), she should’ve easily noticed how much you cared about your appearance. she should’ve also noticed how carefully you avoided puddles, dirt, and anything that seemed dangerous. heaven forbid you valued your life

so yes, you hated to break it her, but you couldn’t do anything else, unless of course she counted the fact that you were a delight to have around. the occultist hadn’t considered that a perk, you’d asked.

what did she want you to do about it then?

apparently going off to flirt with other people from the train to wasn’t a good idea, even though you knew it would get more people on your side, maybe even get you some help. marina had told you not to draw extra attention to yourself without her present, you’d told her she just sounded bitter and jealous; why was that?

she’d told you to just shut up.

you were also discovering that asking for help from the (admittedly very scary) locals hasn’t been the ideal fix-it solution she was looking for, even though you were really going out on a limb for her here. you’d only been out of her sight for about 2 minutes when she’d heard a very familiar shriek. you were lucky she knew her way around the town so well and dragged you away before anything terrible happened. looking back, maybe she should’ve left you with them.

you both really could’ve made better choices.

nails dug into the soft skin of your wrist as she pulled you down an alley. you whined in protest, it hurt, plus didn’t she know your shoes could scuff on the street?

“keep up”

“be gentle, are you trying to dislocate my arm?”

apparently she was, as another, harsher tug brought you into what looked like an abandoned house which thankfully wasn’t locked. your eyes watered from the dust as she lead you over to a sofa. she sat down, and after waiting for you to sit next to her, gave your arm one last tug, nearly pulling you into her lap. she didn’t seem to mind, as one hand landed on your knee, keeping you in place.

you shifted slightly, trying to roll your shoulder out “what was that for?” you sounded whinier than you’d wanted to

“what were you doing? were you just trying to make my life harder? we could’ve died!”

“are you kidding? i was trying to help us, is it really that hard to believe?”

something about your voice was so sickly sweet, she could never tell if you meant a thing you said. she couldn’t fully read you and it was driving her a little insane.

again you were becoming very aware of how close you were. the hand that had started on your knee had moved up to your mid thigh. you shifted and as you did, your skirt rode up slightly

“all i do is run around and rescue you, while you act like this is a vacation; so yes, it is kind of hard to believe”

you couldn’t tell if she’d gone a very cute shade of pink from dragging you in, annoyance, or something else entirely. whatever it was from, you were having a hard time not giggling. you couldn’t help it.

“and why are you still smiling?“

marina was practically staring you down now. that wasn’t helping one bit. something about the way she looked at you, a little too much eyeliner around slightly narrowed eyes made your brain go a little foggy.

“well, you’re cute”

you’d started feeling a little warm all over and wondered for a moment if she could feel it.

“what is wrong with you?”

you raised an eyebrow as you looked down at her hand that had moved to your upper thigh, now dangerously close to the hem of your skirt, still creeping higher.

“what’s wrong with me? please, you couldn’t stand me five minutes ago. just think about where your hand is right now.”

she paused, pulled her hand away, placed both in her lap and clasped them primly, giving you a long hard look. you missed the contact.

you couldn’t tell if she was going use you to cast some horrible hex or worse, but running definitely seemed like the smartest choice. you noticed a familiar sticky pulsing warmth had started between your thighs as you looked at her though. what was wrong with you?

you were still so close, if she’d wanted to strangle you by now, she probably would’ve. that was reassuring at least. then again, the idea of her hand around your throat made your heart beat a little faster than you’d’ve liked.

before you could fully register what what was happening, one of her hands was in your hair, pulling you closer, then her lips were on yours. her other hand made its way around the back of your neck. you squeaked at a particularly hard tug at the root of your hair.

she clearly didn’t have much experience. it was one of the sloppiest kisses you’d ever had, and pulling away for air, a string of saliva stretched between both your lips.

you expected her to cringe or at least make a disgusted comment. instead half lidded eyes blinked slowly, still focused on your own mouth, where her lipstick had mixed with yours, smudging around the corners.

“do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

she pulled you back, mumbling a soft “be quiet” against your lips.

you shifted around to face her fully as a knee clumsily found its way between your legs and pushed up. the fabric of her skirt and your (admittedly very pretty) lace underwear she’d caught a look at, pressed against you. between her hand around the back of your neck and the knee she had pressed against you, she had you held tightly against her thigh.

there was no use getting any real stimulation out of it but you still tried, shifting (a little pitifully in her opinion) as much as you could manage. you didn’t mean to pout. pulling away again, you couldn’t help a frustrated sigh from leaving your lips though. you were sure she could feel slick soaking onto her leg through the fabric of her skirt by now.

“what’s wrong now?”

you tried to shift again, but all you could do was push up a little against her, followed by a small whine at the lack of stimulation

“either tell me what you need or you’re not getting anything else. i’m not guessing”

her voice was disinterested but the way she watched you, still trying to hump her thigh, with a heavy blush and what looked like (honestly adorable) surprise across her face gave her away.

“wait, you’re nervous aren’t you?”

marina’s eyes didn’t meet yours and she looked away. you couldn’t help but giggle again quietly

“what makes you say that?”

you tilted your head, looking down at her. she’d started fidgeting with the buttons of your shirt, the same one she’d wanted you to “button up, for once in your life”, people had been noticing! you’d thought it was odd, there weren’t a lot of other people in town.

“have you seen your face?

her eyes were still focused on your chest. honestly, you hadn’t thought she’d be the type, but you definitely didn’t mind.

“do you have a problem with me looking at you? you’re pretty, you know that.”

she’d shifted her hands up to your collar and finally, you could move easily. rolling your hips against her thigh, now slippery from where she’d had you before, you held back another whine.

“i don’t mind, it’s just cute that you’re nervous”

you leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“now, could you please touch me?”

she was looking you in the eyes now, smiling a little. it really wasn’t comforting coming from her

“could you be specific?”

you rolled yours.

“fine, i need your fingers inside me, please. could you do that?”

“there you go”

she tossed a pigtail over her shoulder and tapped your left thigh twice.

“up.”

you shakily pushed off of her lap and stood as a fingers looped around the front of your underwear, sliding them off. she raised an eyebrow at the slick that smeared onto her fingers as she did.

“if you were this desparate, all you had to do was ask. you should’ve figured that out a lot faster than you did”

you caught them before they completely fell to the ground placing them beside her on the couch. you didn’t want to think about what else could possibly be on the floor, besides, they were pretty and you’d caught her eyeing them. you made a mental note of that for later.

she pulled you back, now completely spread across her lap, and after pushing your skirt back so it sat around your hips, smoothed it down gently. if she was anyone else, you would’ve thought she actually had a soft spot for you

marina was staring at you again, fully up your skirt now as a hand trailed up your leg. you felt exposed, it wasn’t a bad feeling though.

a finger moved to circle your clit. you twitched at the contact, already sensitive from before. you were already so slick, two others slid into you easily. she watched you carefully and looking for any reaction, pushed them deeper. she could feel you squeeze around her as she angled them a little.

you were so warm and soft. she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, maybe teeth? not this. this was a lot better though.

the familiar tightness between your legs started to build again, faster this time. breath caught in your throat as you tried to move with her as she slipped out.

she’d never heard you this quiet before, save for soft gasps and the wet sound of her fingers moving in and out of you. it felt lewd, something in her head told her she was being watched, something else in her head told her this was all very wrong. still, she was a lot more comfortable around you than she’d ever expected.

the patch of slick from where you’d been dripping down her fingers onto the lace of her blouse cuffs was only growing though and she really didn’t want to ruin her shirt. you rolled your hips faster, trying to get a little more stimulation as she pulled them out. you squeezed around nothing, getting used to just how empty you suddenly felt and watched she slowly moved to unbutton the cuff of her blouse, fingers delicately folding it back. your eyes were glued.

glazed over, they tried to meet hers. she pouted, running one hand down your jaw as if to comfort, as the other slipped back into you, adding another finger as she did. your eyes fluttered at the stretch.

you were going to give her an ego.

rocking a little harder into her hand, you started to press kisses down her neck. a trail of lipstick, both her own and yours was smudged on, and as you moved lower, she couldn’t help hissing as you bit down on a particularly sensitive spot you’d found. she stiffened. at this three fingers pressed deeper, and another sharper whine came from you as they curled

you pressed one last kiss to the bite mark, purple now blooming on her neck. her lipstick had long since smeared from its usual neat application and mixed with your own. you reached out to play with a lock of curled silver hair that had come undone from her pigtails and twirled it around your finger

“i meant what i said earlier, you are really cute”