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The Trophy
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SUMMARY: fucking your best enemy in the club bathroom at the LV GP afterparty
CW: Formula-1!au, fem!reader, sub!Jinx, kinda looser!reader, fingering, degradation, squirting, ass and pussy slapping, mention of pee, that's all(?)
NOTES: kinda late with this idea, but anyway. Can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌
men and minors dni.
You couldn't believe it.
Your car was way better.
Your team was way better.
You were better.
And she still was first. That damn little red bull with her dumb blue pigtails that she always had to tuck into her suit, making the other drivers laugh. On the track next to her, there was no laughing matter. She was the driver who justified the name of her team. With her driving style, it was surprising how she was allowed on the track at all. And how she hasn't earned a million penalty points in her racing license in just a couple of races yet.
Your team has been the absolute favorite since the beginning of the season. The car was perfect. McLaren has done a great job here. And there she was. The one who managed to beat you by a hundredth of a second when her partner was barely making it to the middle of the peloton.
So, standing on the podium next to her, you wanted nothing more than to stick that damn bottle of champagne in her pretty round ass.
And now, in the public bathroom of some club in Las Vegas, you wanted nothing more than to make her go dumb on your fingers, which you were pumping in and out of her wet tight cunt.
You scissor your fingers inside her spongy walls while she whimpers pathetically, pressed against the full-length restroom mirror. You can feel that sweet fluttering of her walls every time someone passes by the toilet.
“Please… Faster… I know it's not your forte, but still,” she giggles dumbly, rocking her hips against your fingers. Her face looks even more slutty than her dripping pussy, and her magnetic voice is even more husky than usual.
You smack her ass cheek roughly, feeling her walls deliciously squeezing your fingers inside from the sudden slap. You like the way her face is pressed against the mirror, the way she drools down her chin, the way her eyes roll back in pleasure and excitement at being caught, the way her pussy muscles squeeze your fingers so hard when she looks at herself in the mirror. It was the only way to feel like you could control her. And the only way to recoup your defeat on the track.
You roughly pulled your fingers out, leaving her pussy torturously empty and leaking with slick arousal. The only evidence that your fingers were inside is the thin threads of her arousal connecting your digits to her puffy cunt. Jinx squirms pathetically, trying to get at least some kind of stimulation, but you interrupt her with a sharp slap on her pussy, causing her to squeal and almost fall.
“What was that for?” she whines and tries to hold on to the mirror while you squeeze her tiny clit between your fingers, gently rubbing it. You can feel it throbbing and pulsing, signaling Jinx's impending orgasm. She's squirming and desperately trying to rub against your hand to get some relief.
“Beg for it, champ,” you chuckle wickedly, teasing her sensitive dripping folds with feather-light touches of your pads. Your thumb taps her poor clit making her squirm and whine from lack of stimulation.
You need to see her beg. To see her surrender. And she knows it. So she begs.
“Please, love… “ she moans, pornographically arching her back to give you the show you want.
In the end, you're the one who surrenders. Sticking your fingers back into her needy hole and fucking her until she can't stand or think straight. All she can do is buck her hips to meet your hand, as you rub her favorite sweet spot inside, and squirt all over the restroom floor without caring in the world. She giggles a little hysterically and bubbles some rubbish, and now you're wondering if she really came or if she just peed herself to make a mess on the damn floor.
This thought should have made you uncomfortable, but you press yourself closer to her back, biting the almost transparent, porcelain skin on her neck, fucking another orgasm out of her now loose hole.
And even if next week you want to kill her on the track, right now the most valuable trophy is having her cumming on your fingers like this.
NOTES: guys, would you actually pay for my writings, if I made a boosty account? Gonna post some controversial(?) works there (and I just really need some money ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡) Btw, I won't stop posting here anyway.
You can still send me request here ♡(>ᴗ•)
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𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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CW: fem!reader, bottom!Jinx, addicted!reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, no plot, short text
(can be mistakes, English isn't my first language 💌)
men and minors dni.
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“I’m starting to get why they used to call you Powder…so fucking addictive” you purred against Jinx’s dripping with electric-pink essence pussy. She just can't stop squirming on your face rubbing her delicate folds against your lips and you just can't stop devouring her. Jinx tastes like shimmer, like pure desire and danger.
Her petite body is pressed against yours, tangling in hot, sweaty and lustful mess. Jinx arches her back, puts her head on your lower abdomen, trying to please you too, even though she's too busy falling apart on your damn tongue.
Shimmer made her taste a little sour and fresh. It's like drinking an energy drink with mint gum, but more exciting. And obviously it's incredibly addicting, like you can't spend an hour without her pussy on your mouth and her raspy moans.
You nibble on her throbbing with anticipation clit, making her squeal softly and fiercely grip your hips. You feel her hard nipples rub against your stomach as her chest rises rapidly with frequent breaths and desperate whimpers.
Her arousal and your own saliva are running down your chin, and you can feel her getting closer. Her tense thighs squeeze your head even tighter between them, and you slap her soft ass, denying her orgasm. You roughly tugged on her braids, which made her arch her back even more and whine in irritation. That's exactly how she makes you feel. Irritated. Irritated that you can't tear yourself away from her fucking pussy for a damn minute.
You sip on her pussy, swallowing every damn drop of that drug you call Jinx and finally slide your tongue inside her. Her inner muscles contract, sucking your tongue in as she cums around it. She plaintively whimpers as her hips shake, legs are weak and her mind is completely blank. She digs her colorful nails into the soft flesh of your thighs, while covering your stomach with light kisses.
Now she's just your little satisfied mess.
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dividers aren't mine I don't know who made it😭
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝
𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝙴𝚔𝚔𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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CW: threesome, sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, crempie, no plot, slightly jealous reader
I don't know wtf I just wrote, but let it be here
(can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌)
men and minors dni.
You were on your knees, face in front of Jinx’s swollen and dripping with arousal folds. Your hot breath makes her whimper and squirm on Ekko’s lap, while he’s holding her thighs spread wide apart.
His fingers gently spread her pussy lips giving you complete access to Jinx. You leaned down, lapping on her salty fluid and looking up for approval, just to see how Ekko deliciously sucking her neck while squeezing her petite breasts. Jinx’s face is flushed red, her breathing is heavy and ragged. And you feel jealous, but don't know who you're more jealous of.
You met Ekko a few months ago, after Jinx's ‘death’. You were always obsessed with her, her image. So getting her ex-boyfriend was more than an appealing idea to you. He just needed relief after his loss and you could enjoy the thought that every time you two kissed, you felt Jinx's lips on yours.
Her pleading gaze was making your excitement grow with each damn second. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting your hot saliva teasingly drip over Jinx's aching clit.
Her breath hitched and Ekko was ready to muffle her moan with his mouth, pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Blood rushed to Jinx's cheeks as if she was in a fever, and you groaned contentedly at the sight, fucking her tight entrance with your tongue.
Ekko's fingers buried in your hair, pulling your head closer in between Jinx's thighs, while his other hand was pressed to her lower belly, enhancing the stimulation until she was almost crying with pleasure, desperately rubbing herself against your mouth.
“Fuck you… Both,” she whimpered plaintively in a hoarse voice, making Ekko chuckle slightly.
You felt her walls convulsed around your tongue, milking it, as she finished intensely. Her hips shook slightly as her inner muscles continued contracting.
You exhaled, raising on their level, just to lean to Jinx's lips in a messy kiss, letting her taste herself in your tongue.
“You’re… Amazing… I didn’t expect that” Jinx muttered weakly, leaning slightly down to leave hickeys on your neck and collarbone as Ekko grabbed your chin, pulling you into another kiss. He grabbed your ass with one hand and Jinx's breast with another, making you both gasped in surprise. You desperately rubbed yourself against Jinx's thigh, your need for release almost painful.
Finally you changed position, now you were sensually riding Ekko’s thick length while kissing Jinx who was sitting on his face, moaning softly into your mouth. Your hands run over his abs, enjoying its hardness as he slapped his hips against yours. You could feel every depth he was reaching inside of you and it was driving you crazy.
You leaned down to suck on Jinx's breast, teasingly trailing the counter of the cloud tattoo on her chest before gently biting her sensitive nipple. She gasped softly, arching her back from overwhelming sensations.
You could feel your own juices coating your thighs and Ekko's lower stomach. Then Jinx reached down to rub your clit, making you whimper with a delicious sense of fullness and her teasing. Your hips moved faster as you milked Ekko's cock, knocking needy moans out of him. He tried to push himself deeper inside you, not forgetting to take care of Jinx’s needy folds. Your hands moved all over their bodies, enjoying their lean physique.
With final thrust his cock twitched, pulsing softly as he released inside your tight walls. This thought alone was enough to send you over the edge. With a weak moan you collapsed into Jinx's arms, your thighs sticky and shaky as your inner muscles clenched around Ekko's cock prolonging your orgasm.
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(I really don't like it, but I spent the whole night on this shit, so I just needed to post it)
𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
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Reader x Jinx
SUMMARY: you are a thief who steals from people who are passing through your town. this time you came across the wrong person. that didn't stop you from fucking her though.
CW: sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, some kind of plot(?), fastburn
(English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes💌)
men and minors dni.
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Jinx moaned softly as she kissed her new friend's thin lips. The edge of the countertop rests uncomfortably against her lower back, forcing her to arch her back and make a dissatisfied mumble, only to hear a quiet chuckle in response. She couldn't believe how quickly this girl had managed to win her over.
A couple of weeks ago, a strange woman came into her small workshop. You were pretty and looked to be no more than twenty, but your piercing gaze was too intently and sharply jumping over various details of the interior, studying the situation. And you were wearing some ugly kind of wig.
“I haven't met you here before. May I know the name of such a charming lady?” your eyes sparkled playfull. Your intonation and body language put Jinx in a stupor. Since she faked her death and fled to the edge of the world, away from Piltover, changing her appearance, she has not yet received any attention from anyone. Jinx wasn't really sure if it was sarcasm, because she didn't look her best right now: crookedly cropped hair had grown back and looked even more untidy, and bright blue hair roots were starting to grow out from under the purple dye. And that's not to mention the oil and dust stains on the clothes.
“Powder," Jinx said after a couple of seconds of reflection. Lately, she's been using her old name to avoid attracting attention.
“Like baby powder or gunpowder?” you grinned annoyingly, leaning slightly on the table.
"Like gunpowder," Jinx replied grimly, rolling her eyes.
"Then you can call me Fuse," you grinned again, winking. Despite your outspoken flirtation, Jinx didn't miss the way your gaze appraisingly scanned her hideout.
"I have a business here, not a dating club," she grumbled, lazily rolling a blue hexteck ball around the table. Jinx chuckled inwardly, noticing how your gaze immediately eagerly darted to the jewel, as she suspected.
A couple of days later, she finally caught you trying to sneak into her workshop late at night.
“Are you looking for this?” Jinx appeared behind you, inserting a blue ball into the gun and pointing it at you.
“Rather for you,” not confused, you took a seductive pose, leaning on the table. “Jinx, right?”
“Well, how did you find out?” She rolled her eyes, pouting and moving closer to use the edge of the gun to push the hood off your head. Well, at least you weren't wearing an ugly burgundy wig right now. "I don't want to kill you. I'm kind of done with it.”
“Who else would have this round blue thing but Jinx? You're almost a legend. Almost,” you shrugged. You didn't seem to care much about the hextek-loaded pistol next to your temple. "You don't have to hide your identity here. No one cares who you are.”
"Except for you, of course," Jinx rolled her eyes.
“I don't care either. But I can say that you are too charming for the inadequate maniac they call you," you grinned flirtatiously again.
The shot cut off the edge of your bangs.
“Shut up!” Jinx said tiredly, going upstairs to sleep. Anyway, there was nothing to steal from her except the blue ball.She earned a couple of coins by repairing all kinds of utensils for the residents of the city, and that was all her money.
You had been coming to her several times a day for the past two weeks, but at least hadn't tried to steal anything. You just stared at Jinx while she worked, fixing something or building custom devices. After a while, you started chatting about little things, you brought her a snack when Jinx sat in the workshop for hours without leaving. She had to admit that she liked such a quiet life much more than the hustle, intrigue and dangers of Piltover.
Day after day, and at some point Jinx found herself pinned against her own desk, whimpering softly in need as your deft hands pulled off her top, tracing the contours of her tattoos with your fingers. You leaned to her neck, leaving weightless kisses on the pale, almost transparent skin.
Jinx's knees were already buckling with impatience and excitement, and a fog of lust filled her head. Squeezing the thin skin of her thighs, you lifted her up, setting her down on the table. You lips gently touched the skin between Jinx's breasts, saying one word.
— Perfect.
Jinx flinched, her eyes widening. Then a purple flash followed and she practically hung on to you, wrapping her legs around your waist and kissing you deeply, simultaneously taking off your top.
Meanwhile, you reached for her pants, pulling them off along with her underwear. Jinx leaned back, supporting her reclining position with her hands. Her stomach was trembling slightly with excitement as your lips dropped a kiss just below her waist.
Finally, you wrapped your arms around her hips, lifting her legs and pressing your lips to her wet and throbbing flesh, making Jinx moan and arch her back.
Your soft tongue explored her folds inside and out, knocking more whimpers and moans out of her and causing her muscles to contract from overexcitation.
"You're doing great for the first time," you purred, pulling back slightly to run a finger over her sensitive clit, lightly teasing her entrance before gently pushing two fingers inside. Jinx tensed slightly, but then relaxed, and feeling pleasantly full, began to move her hips towards your hand. The wet sounds only added to their excitement.
You smiled contentedly at the sight of Jinx’s eyes closed with pleasure and her bitten lower lip. When you curled your fingers upward slightly inside her, Jinx screamed at the unusual sensations, breathing heavily.
“What is it?” She mumbled plaintively as you plugged her with a wet kiss, continuing to move your fingers inside her. You showered Jinx's chin and neck with soothing kisses, feeling her inner muscles begin to contract, bringing orgasm closer.
You accelerated your movements slightly, pressing your fingers against her upper wall and applying pressure to her swollen clit. Jinx didn't have time to figure out what happened when she felt a clear liquid squirting out of her on her thighs and stomach. Blushing, she tilted her head back, allowing the orgasm to swallow her.
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A few weeks of being alone and talking to herself had loosened Jinx's tongue. She desperately wanted to brag about how brilliantly she had convinced the whole of Piltover and her own sister of her death.
“And then I slipped out through the ventilation and hijacked the airship while they mourned the dead and me,” Jinx enthusiastically talked about her adventures, while you lazily braided her short hair into small pigtails.
“And then where did you put it?” you asked.
“And that's beside the point, as far as I remember," Jinx narrowed her eyes in displeasure. You grinned, pulling her closer to your chest.
✨✨jinx x oc ✨✨
Tags warrning : somnophilia whith consent sub jinx slight power play
Jinx sighed, her hands hovering over the keyboard. Her heart wasn't in it anymore; something else had captured her attention. In the background, the soft, rhythmic sounds of the city outside their penthouse apartment created a gentle lullaby. But the quiet was about to be shattered.
"I'm out," she finally said, her eyes darting to the figure lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. "I think it's time for bed."
Vi shot her a suspicious look, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "You've got that look, Jinx. What's up?"
Jinx felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she played it cool. "What look?" she replied, her voice a little too high.
Vi chuckled, not fooled for a second. "The look of someone with a dirty little secret." She turned off the game, the screen fading to black. "Alright, spill it. What's got you so...distracted?"
Jinx's gaze lingered on the sleeping figure. "It's nothing," she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. But the more she stared, the more her thoughts drifted. It was the quietude of the room, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way the moonlight kissed the curve of her cheek. It was torture, a sweet, sweet torment.
Her eyes traced the line of the blanket, dipping down to the swell of her hips. The fabric clung to her form in a way that made Jinx's imagination run wild. Her thoughts grew more vivid, more...intimate. She swallowed hard, trying to push them away, but the allure was too strong.
Vi's knowing smile grew wider. "I'm going to bed. But if you need anything..." she winked, leaving the room with a smug stride.
Alone now, Jinx's eyes remained fixed on the sleeping beauty. The OC lay there, blissfully unaware of the tumultuous thoughts racing through Jinx's mind. The room grew warmer, the silence more suffocating. Jinx's hand began to shake as she reached out and lightly traced the line of the blanket. Her fingertips grazed the fabric, sending a jolt through her body. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it.
Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip as she leaned closer. The smell of her shampoo filled the air, a sweet scent that was uniquely hers. Jinx's hand trembled with desire as she pulled the blanket back, revealing the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel. She felt a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration wash over her. This wasn't right, but it felt so good.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, echoing in her ears. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't stop. She trailed her hand down the soft skin of the OC's stomach, her touch feather-light. The girl shifted in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her lips. Jinx froze, holding her breath, but she didn't wake.
With trembling fingers, Jinx undid the buttons of her own shirt, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form. The cool air kissed her bare skin as she slipped it off, her eyes dark with want. She moved closer, her breathing shallow and erratic. The OC's skin was warm, inviting. Jinx's hand hovered over her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from her body.
The mumbling grew louder, more insistent. The OC's hand reached out, fingers brushing against Jinx's arm. Jinx's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found her hand being drawn closer to the OC's chest, nestled between her breasts. A soft sigh escaped the girl's lips as she snuggled into the touch, hugging Jinx's hand closer.
Jinx felt her heart race even faster. She could feel the steady beat of the OC's heart beneath her palm, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body. The scent of her filled Jinx's nostrils, making her head swim. She had never felt so alive, so...aroused. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body had other ideas.
The sleeping girl shifted again, her hand tightening around Jinx's wrist, pulling it closer. It was as if she was begging for more, even in her slumber. Jinx's breath hitched in her throat as she gave in to the temptation. Her hand moved up, cupping the fullness of her breast. The girl murmured something unintelligible, her face contorting into a look of pleasure.
Jinx knew she should stop, that this was wrong on so many levels. But she couldn't. The need was too great. She had noticed how tired the OC had been lately, the dark circles under her eyes, the way she sighed deeply when she finally found the comfort of her bed. It was almost as if she were...searching for something. And tonight, it seemed that something was Jinx
.
Jinx studied the OC's peaceful expression, a pang of guilt stabbing at her chest. She knew her friend was really tired and hadn't been able to sleep well lately. The shadows beneath her eyes spoke volumes of the sleepless nights she'd been enduring, and the tightness in her shoulders even in rest suggested a burden that weighed her down. Despite her own raging desires, Jinx's heart ached for the girl's unspoken troubles.
Her thumb ghosted over the OC's collarbone, the smoothness of her skin a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in Jinx's mind. She knew that this moment was a stolen one, that she shouldn't take advantage of her friend's vulnerability. But the warmth, the closeness...it was intoxicating. The OC sighed, her body shifting slightly, and Jinx felt a jolt of excitement. Was it possible that she was dreaming of her? The thought sent a thrill down her spine.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, casting everything in a silver hue. The OC's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her breaths deep and even. Jinx felt a twinge of guilt for the thoughts she was having, for the desires she was acting upon, but it was drowned out by the pulsing need coursing through her. She knew her friend needed rest, had seen the weariness in her eyes each day. And yet, here she was, about to indulge in the very thing that could ruin their friendship.
A few days ago, they had stumbled upon a kink quiz online. It had been Vi's idea to do it together, a laugh, a way to pass the time. But when the OC's results had come back with "Somnophilia" as a top hit, Jinx had felt something shift within her. The idea of her friend, so innocently asleep, experiencing pleasure without even knowing it, had taken root in her mind and grew like a vine, wrapping itself around her thoughts, her dreams, her very soul.
And now, as she stood there, her hand cupping the OC's breast, she recalled the conversation with a new clarity. "I mean, if it's someone you really like, it's not so bad, right?" the OC had said with a yawn, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. Vi had snickered, but Jinx had felt something...different. The way the OC had glanced at her, the way she had blushed when she caught Jinx's gaze. It was as if she had been giving Jinx a secret message, a silent invitation.
But had she really meant it? Or was it just a joke, a casual remark born of the safety of their friendship? Jinx's heart thudded in her chest as she tried to rationalize her actions. Was this what the OC had wanted? Was she okay with this?
Before she could second-guess herself further, the OC's thigh shifted beneath her, pressing up against Jinx's core. The unexpected contact made her gasp, and she realized that she had been grinding against it without even realizing it. The friction was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. It was as if the universe itself was egging her on, whispering that it was okay, that this was what she needed, what they both needed.
Jinx's body took over, her hips moving almost of their own accord, rubbing against the firm, warm thigh. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes half-closed as she succumbed to the sensations. She felt a twinge of fear that she might wake her friend, but the OC remained blissfully asleep, lost in a world of dreams. It was as if she was in a trance, her body moving in a silent symphony of desire.
The sound of her movements grew louder in the quiet room, the slickness of her arousal creating a soft, rhythmic sound that seemed to fill the air. Jinx bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hand sliding down to find the heat between her legs. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and passion, each touch sending a bolt of pleasure through
her.
Suddenly, the OC's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy with sleep. Jinx's heart skipped a beat, and she froze, her hand hovering over her own sex. The OC blinked a few times, her eyes focusing on Jinx's flushed face, and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Jinx?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
For a moment, Jinx was paralyzed with fear, but then she saw the understanding in the OC's eyes, the way they searched hers with a gentle curiosity. "It's okay," the OC whispered, her hand sliding over to cover Jinx's, pressing it down firmly against her mound. "It's just a dream, right?"
Jinx's mind raced, trying to find the right words to explain, but they lodged in her throat. She nodded instead, a silent lie that seemed to satisfy the sleepy girl. The OC's smile grew, and she closed her eyes again, her hand guiding Jinx's movements. It was as if she was dreaming this, too, and she didn't want to wake up.
Jinx's heart thudded painfully in her chest as she began to move her hand again, stroking the soft fabric of her underwear. The OC's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling faster. Was she really okay with this? Was it just the haze of sleep talking, or had she known all along? The question swirled in Jinx's mind like a tornado, but the storm was quickly overshadowed by the building storm of pleasure.
The OC's hand tightened around hers, urging her to move faster. Jinx could feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid pulse of her heartbeat, and she knew she couldn't stop, not now. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her body responding to the silent demands of her friend's touch. The fabric grew damp with her arousal, the heat building between her legs.
With a trembling hand, Jinx slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of the OC's panties, her fingertips brushing against the soft curls of her pubic hair. The OC's breath hitched, her body arching slightly. Jinx felt a rush of power, a heady mix of fear and desire that made her pulse race even faster.
As she began to explore the wet folds of her friend's sex, she noticed the OC's grip on her hand tighten, the sleepy smile on her face growing more intense. The OC's eyes remained closed, but her hips began to rock in time with Jinx's movements, urging her on. Jinx couldn't believe what was happening. Was this really just a dream? Or was there something deeper, something she had been too afraid to admit?
The OC's breath grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Jinx's own arousal was reaching a crescendo, her own need demanding release. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the OC's face, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her cheeks flushed with each stroke. It was as if she was watching a live feed of her friend's most intimate thoughts, a silent confession of desires she had never dared speak aloud.
The OC's grip on Jinx's hand grew more urgent, her hips bucking against her touch. Jinx felt her own climax approaching, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown her. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up, but she didn't want to stop. The OC's breathing grew more ragged, and her whimpers grew louder, echoing in the quiet room.
Without warning, the OC's body tensed, her back arching off the couch. Her eyes shot open, staring directly into Jinx's, and for a brief moment, reality and fantasy collided. In that instant, Jinx knew that she wasn't asleep; she was fully aware. The OC's pupils dilated, and a look of pure ecstasy washed over her face. Then, with a final, guttural moan, she collapsed back onto the couch, her hand going limp in Jinx's grasp.
The room was silent except for the panting of their ragged breaths. Jinx felt like she was floating, her body a live wire of sensation. The guilt that had been gnawing at her vanished in the face of the OC's blissful expression. It was as if a weight had been lifted, a secret shared without a word spoken. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it.
The OC's eyes remained closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she descended from the peak of her climax. Jinx's hand was still trapped between her thighs, her own arousal pulsing through her. She didn't dare move, afraid that any sudden action would shatter the moment. But she couldn't ignore the need that still pounded through her, demanding release.
Her eyes flicked to the OC's face, watching for any sign of awakening. But the girl remained still, a peaceful smile playing on her lips. Jinx's hand began to move again, slower this time, savoring the feeling of her friend's slickness, the way her body responded to every touch. It was a heady power, a silent admission of want that had her blood singing.
The room was a cocoon of shadows and moonlight, the only sounds their mingled breaths and the soft whispers of fabric sliding against skin. Jinx felt like she was in a dream within a dream, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. Would the OC wake up? Would she
be mad? Or would she...
But the OC didn't stir. Her chest rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. Jinx felt a rush of relief mixed with a strange sense of elation. She had done it. She had given her friend the release she needed without her even knowing. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.
Her hand remained between the OC's thighs, her fingers still coated in her essence. She couldn't help but marvel at the power she held in that moment, the ability to bring someone to such a peak of pleasure without them even being aware. But the thrill was short-lived. The weight of her own desires crashed down upon her, demanding their due.
Jinx's eyes fell to the OC's hand, which had slipped from hers, now resting on her bare skin. It was a silent invitation, a sign that she could take what she wanted. And so, she did. She slid her hand up the OC's body, feeling the goosebumps rise in the wake of her touch. The OC's breathing was still deep and even, but Jinx knew she was close to waking.
With trembling fingers, Jinx unbuttoned her own pants, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form before her. She pushed them down just enough to give herself the access she craved, the cool air sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand found its way back to her clit, the ache inside her growing more insistent with each stroke.
It was then that the OC jolted upright, a hand shooting out to grip Jinx's hair, her eyes wild with confusion. "What...what are you doing?" she gasped, her voice thick with sleep.
Jinx's heart skipped a beat, her eyes going wide with shock. "I..." she trailed off, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had been caught in the act, her darkest desires laid bare in the moonlit room.
The OC's grip on her hair tightened, and she yanked Jinx's face closer to hers, their breath mingling. "What are you doing?" she repeated, the sleep in her voice replaced with a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down Jinx's spine.
Jinx's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps as she searched the OC's eyes for any sign of anger or disgust. But instead, she found something else, something she hadn't expected. Desire. The OC's pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dark with need. The hand that had been clutching at her hair began to stroke it gently, her thumb tracing the curve of Jinx's ear.
"You should have woken me up, Jinxie," the OC murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "I could have helped you with that."
Jinx's eyes widened, her heart racing as she stared into the OC's dark eyes. "But you were so tired," she protested weakly, her hand still frozen between her own thighs.
The OC's smile grew more knowing. "And you didn't want to bother me," she finished for her, her voice a low purr. "But you can't keep secrets from me, Jinx. Not like this."
Jinx's eyes searched her friend's, looking for any hint of anger or disgust. But all she saw was a reflection of her own want, the same need that had driven her to this moment. "I...I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice a whisper. "I just...I couldn't help it."
The OC's grip on Jinx's hair softened, her thumb now tracing gentle circles on the shell of her ear. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. "I've had...thoughts, too."
Jinx felt the world spin around her. Was it possible? Had the OC felt the same way all this time? "But I was so nervous," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know if you'd...like it."
The OC's smile grew, a knowing look in her eyes. "Well, you know what they say," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "the only way to find out is to ask." Her hand slid down from Jinx's hair to gently cup her cheek. "Or, in this case, to just go for it."
𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚
Y/N thrives on order, precision, and control, her life a carefully constructed mosaic of perfection.
Jinx, on the other hand, is chaos in human form—whirlwind, explosion, mess, noise, unpredictable, like a spark that ignites everything in its path, no warning, no pause, just bam, there it is.
They were once friends, but something shattered that bond.
Deep-rooted grudges fester, and the mere mention of each other’s name stings. Both crave reconciliation, but neither can bring themselves to admit it.
After all, there's a fine line between hate and love
Playlist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
wait a second… the whole side of her chest is tattooed ?? jinx, i was NOT familiar with your game
jinx’s ab lovers are not ready for this one ☆
LINK for the whole animation reel
feeling butterflies in my tummy ˚ · .˚ ༘🦋⋆｡˚
