Mary Kline x Female reader
Summary: After days of being trapped in the backrooms, the only contact to Mary seems to mess with your mind and behaviour.
Warnings: Sexual content, fingering (reader receiving).
Part one: Meeting in a lost place
You don’t know how long you have been stuck in the backrooms for now. There is no clock. And if there were, you doubt for the clock to show the correct time.
No window could show you the state of the sun. If it was morning, noon, or night. The rooms are all the same. Your mind slowly melts into this place. Your thoughts are being drained. Rooms start looking like childhood memories.
You wipe some sweat off your face. The whole walking around made you tired and sweaty. There is a slight ache in your throat caused by dryness. You haven’t had anything to drink for a while, and just the thought of water got you salvating like a dog.
There was also no food. Food was not the real problem, though. You remember reading about the human body and that it could survive without food for about 7 days. The problem is that you don’t know how long you have been in here. Was it already three days? Or did you just feel like as if time and space were non-existent in this place.
The person sharing your experience, Mary, was about the same. Thirsty and tired. Tired from walking around the same rooms all day. Tired from not finding an exit. She drags her feet across the carpet floor, the bright lights shining from above burning into her eyes. It is as if she has gotten much more sensitive over the past few days spent in this complex.
Mary never had to wear glasses. She was certain that her eyesight was still in tact. Yet, over the course of staying in this almost enclosure like place, her sight had worsent. Just a fraction.The things further back seemed much more out of focus for her. She doesn’t know if this is the result of the fluerecent lights ablosutely burning away at her eyes or if the complex altered with her condition. It could also be the answer to her hunger and thirst. Both of those have caged her in a state of constant annoyance and desperation.
Every sound, every touch made the woman flinch and act like a deranged animal. An animal that desired nothing more than to return home and be treated as loving as possible. So when you lay your hand on her shoulder to grab her attention, she shudders, feeling the small hair on her body rise at the contact. Her eyes dart over to your body. Rising along the features presented while dangerously imagining the skin underneath your cheap t-shirt.
Being honest? You weren’t exactly different. The look in her eyes did concern you, yet you know the effect the touch had on both you and her. You have also been touched, deprived, and isolated to the point of concern. Being stuck in an endless maze with only one person by your side made you act inhuman.
Her eyes catch yours, and while they try to focus on the matter at hand - you informing her of something - she could not help but stare at the colour in your eyes. Count the lashes on your eye lid. Observe the curve of your nose and the cracked skin of your lips. Her mind reacts as if she has seen some delicious food or a fresh cold glass of water. Her mouth begins to water slightly at the sight of yours. The warmth pooling in her stomach could not be ignored for longer.
You noticed her state. The way her eyes were almost eating you up. Her mind completely elsewhere. You would lie if you said you weren’t in almost the same state right now. Not as far gone as Mary was, but surely on the right path down the way she was going.
Mary focused her eyes on your mouth. The way your lips moved with each word, you said. The way your chapped lips were wet by your tongue. Something inside her got her back to focus, though. She snaps out of her thoughts and generally looks at you. Not with the passion she had before.
“Do you need more rest, Mary?” The way your voice slightly cracked at her name made her almost get lost in you again. She had to concentrate just to not drift away again.
Mary nods to answer your question, not trusting her voice right now. You return her nod and look for a place to rest. Maybe you both needed to lay low for the - you assumed - day.
Quickly, the two of you found a room with a mildly comfortable bed. You take off your shoes and hop onto the bed. Mary sits on the corner of the bed and takes everything in. How on earth did she end up here? How did it all go down to this?
You sigh and turn onto your side, facing Mary. She lies down next to you - the bed being big enough for the both of you to lay down - and turns to face you as well. The last few days have been a lot and did a great stunt on your as well as hers behaviour. No contact from anyone but Mary, no one looking at you like she did a few minutes prior.
Mary seems to have caught your gaze and the thoughts you were having. She catches your gaze and slowly scoots closer. The thoughts about the outside world don’t seem to matter anymore when she is with you in this other world.
“What is happening to us?” You ask her. Wanting to know about the changes in your body and mind but also what is happening in this situation in particular. Mary takes the question and spins her mind around it. To comfort you, she reaches out and takes your hand. Another one of her contacts is sending shivers down your spine. Each one of her gestures of affection makes you feel more alive in this seemingly dead place.
“I honestly don’t know how we got like this. Right now, everything is making my mind race.” She scoots another fraction closer, her hand drifting up to your arm to rub soothing circles along your skin.
Her touch comforts you further than you’d like to admit. The way she gazes at you with such affection and partly hunger makes you melt, the heat pooling into your stomach yet again. She notices the way your eyes darken, the way you get lost in your thoughts again.
“Don’t do that.” She softly urges. “Don’t go into that confusing mind of yours.”
She leans in, her breath fanning over your face as she moves her mouth to your ear. “Focus on me, love.” Her voice rasps the sweet name, and you can’t help but hold onto her arm for reassurance. Reassurance that this moment is real and not some trick your mind has been brewing insisde your head.
Her mouth leaves a soft kiss on your ear, then travelling to your mouth, placing various kisses across your jawline and cheek on the way there. The feeling of being kissed felt so good. Partially because you never had an intimate encounter like this before, but also because this was the only human contact garanteed for you for the next while.
Mary reaches her destination and begins to kiss you. Her mouth moves sweetly at first, yet as soon as you respond to her kisses, she changes the pace. The kisses quiken, her mouth opening partly to let out soft sighs against yours while also deepening the kiss. It does not take long for her tongue to enter your mouth. The feeling of her tongue and the salvia entering your mouth makes your body flinch with want.
Mary takes that in and roughly pushes you into the bedding. She hurridly gets on top of you, already at your neck. This side of Mary had been kept under the radar for a good while. Though she could get passionate, she never felt this filled with hunger. Her movements became rougher with each second. She bites and sucks at your neck, the sensation too much for you to handle. Desperatey, you clench your thighs together as an attempt to ease the aching from between your legs.
Mary brings a hand down to part your thighs. “None of that. I’m in charge of making you feel good.”
Her tone and the way she commanded you made you wonder where the gentle version of her had gone. Lost in thought, you didn’t realise that Mary had already taken off your shirt. She eyes the new skin presented to her and leans down again to trail more kisses on your body. Her fingers crawl behind your back to hoist your upper body up to take off your bra. You're still in bliss with how well she can kiss you while taking off your clothes. With the bra now gone, she had free access to your breasts. Her mouth kissed and sucking around your hardening nipples. A low whine escapes your mouth, making her grin.
She glances up at you, holding eye contact while wrapping her lips around one of your nipples. The sensation you’re feeling makes you arch off the bed. She spends some time tending to your breasts while slotting her leg in between yours. You take the opportunity to grind down against her leg. Your underwear is probably ruined by now.
She lets you grind down while moving away from your breasts and down your stomach, kissing the skin and carressing your sides. Her hands start to open up your jeans, pulling them down quickly. Mary now seems much more urgent to get you out of your clothes, her patience thining. You help her kick off your jeans, spreading your legs for the woman on top of you. Mary’s head is close to your centre, her nose taking a whiff of the essence leaking out of you. She groans at the smell, having to hold back from practically pounding onto you like an animal.
Your underwear - as you already guessed - is ruined. The wet spot growing larger with each second Mary tends to your body. She kisses along your thighs, leaving hickeys on the way to her goal. She breathes in deeply as she reaches your underwear. Her finger gently glided across the edge of your panties. You can barely keep in any noises, too sensitive for what she is doing to you. Mary gets onto her knees, taking off her blouse and bra in a quick, messy motion.
“Need to feel your skin.” She murmurs while pressing her upper body against yours, slotting her breasts directly against yours, making you moan at the contact. Mary goes back to desperately kissing you, her mouth too eager. Meanwhile her hand slips in between of your body and down between your leg, ghosting her fingers over your clothed pussy. You gasp and rut your hips against her hand, the touch feeling overwhelmingly good. She grins at your desperation and continues to press against your clit through your panties.
She takes her time with you, which makes you even more impatient. Every whine, every moan makes her want to keep on teasing you.
“Please, Mary. I need this so bad. Please just touch me.” You whine and scratch at her back as she rubs your clothes clit.
“Shh. I know how much you need this. Just let me do my thing.” Mary whispers in a hoarse voice. She finally sits up and takes off your panties. Her eyes fall down to your leaking cunt.
“My God. You’re so eager for this…” Her teasing voice makes you blush. She lets her hand drift up your thigh, her gaze staying on your face, watching every reaction you have to offer.
She finally reaches your center, her fingers spreading more of your essence over your pussy. She slightly rubs your clit, listening to you mewl and moan at the touch. Mary enjoys seeing you like this. So desperate for her. She takes her fingers and gently nudges them to your mouth.
You comply and take two of her fingers into your mouth, tasting your own slick and sucking around those boney fingers of hers. The way you look at her while sucking off her fingers makes Mary’s stomach turn. She can’t take her eyes off yours, watching the way your eyes darken while tasting yourself.
“Taste so good, right? Can’t wait to have my turn.” She smiles and takes out her fingers from your mouth. You whine at the lost of her fingers in your mouth but quickly get excited again as she probes them against your slit.
“Want me to fuck you baby?” She asks sweetly. You nod eagerly and try to grind against her fingers.
“No. I need to hear you speak.” She warns and momentarily pulls her fingers away from your centre, almost making you cry with how worked up you are.
“Please, Mary. I need you to fuck me, please.” Her smile brightens at your pleading. She moves her fingers back to your slit, her middle finger dipping into your cunt. She takes her time, watching you adjust to the new sensation while you gasp and writhe at the touch.
When you feel more adjusted, you nod to Mary. She takes that as a sign to continue, her finger dipping deeper into your cunt, until she is knuckles deep inside of you. You let out a breathe, her finger almost too much for you to handle. That’s until she begins to move her finger in and out, slightly curling it into your walls, trying to find that sweet spot inside of you.
Your sounds change from whimpers to full-blown moans. Your hands hold onto her, scratching her skin even more. She hisses at the pain wandering along her back, yet she does not mind. Instead, she tries to insert another finger inside of you. It takes a bit of time and adjustment until she is fucking you with two fingers. Your pussy squelching and tightening around her.
She leans in and kisses you while quickening her pace. Her other hand plays with your breasts for a while until she uses it to rub your clit. You’re in such bliss, that you can’t even focus on one thing anymore. It’s all too much. Her two fingers inside of you and the other stimulating your clit. Your peak comes closer.
She notices as well, speeding up her minestrations to try and make you cum. It doesn’t take long until your stomach clenches and the feeling of pure bliss rolling over you. Mary helps you through your orgasm, her speed slowing down with each second.
She smiles at you, looking at your fucked out forn laying on the bed. You’re so far gone that you can’t even process her kneeling down in front of your pussy and lapping at the essence you left. She moans at the taste. Your hand reaches for the sheets to grab, while she devours you. Not too long after she pulls away, her chin glistening with her own salvia and your essence. She has the biggest smile on her face that you have ever seen.
Mary leans in for another kiss, letting you taste yourself once again. You lick her lips and shoce your tongue inside of her mouth, eager for that taste she just had. Mary sighs into the kiss, slowly growing tired. You pull away and smile at her. She lies down beside you and takes you into her arms.
Mary drapes the blanket of the bed over the two of you and holds you close for some warmth and comfort. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep, resting your tired minds and bodies.
The buzzing sound of the fluerecent lights is the only thing you can hear while the two of you rest in a place with probably no exit near.
Author's Note: That is part two. I'm open to writing another part or writing another fanfic about Mary ´ཀ`
Part one: Meeting in a lost place
