Let’s just say for reasons that this is not the first time these two have done something like this so there is no real explanation and the flow of the conversation might not make sense because I’m impatient and want to get right to the dirty stuff for that I am not sorry - I’m probs gonna write more because there is a lack of Joan so hell I will write it myself enjoy and pls let me know if you want to request another chapter !!
Joan Ferguson WENTWORTH / governor Joan/ Bad dynamics / not healthy / not real / shameless whore for nasty women who don’t care about me/ eating it up/ conditioned to be a whoreeeee
NOT MY GIF
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You came back to consciousness with a sharp, panicked inhale.
Darkness—something covered your eyes. Your mouth was dry, a wad of cotton shoved between your teeth, stealing any chance of moisture. Your hands were cuffed behind your back, metal biting into the delicate skin of your wrists as they were fastened to a cold metal pole. It dug into your spine, already aching, already bruising.
The air was freezing. You were painfully aware of how little you wore—nothing at all. Goosebumps rippled across your naked skin as you shivered, breath muffled and uneven. For a moment, there was only silence, thick and oppressive, broken by the frantic thud of your heart against your ribs.
You sobbed, confused, your memories blurred, your head pounding as if punished for trying to remember.
Thwack.
Leather struck your cheek, a sting that stole your breath.
Thwack.
The other cheek burned just as fiercely.
Thwack.
Your head snapped back before you could even process the second blow. You tasted copper—blood from where you’d bitten your cheek—mixing with the cotton in your mouth.
“Quit your whimpering.”
The voice was deep, female, and cruelly calm. Heels clicked against the floor as she circled you, the sound echoing in what felt like an empty room.
Another sob escaped you.
Thwack.
“I said enough.”
“I will not repeat myself.”
You couldn’t tell where she stood now; the echo disoriented you, sight stolen, senses overwhelmed.
Your body jerked as fingers brushed your neck—thick leather curling slowly around your throat, tightening with deliberate patience. Two fingers from her other hand slipped into your mouth, yanking the cotton free and tossing it aside. Your jaw ached as saliva returned, dribbling uselessly down your chin and onto the stone floor.
Thwack.
Lightheadedness bloomed as pain flared again.
“How rude,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”
Her grip flexed over your windpipe, stealing breath in short, terrifying intervals before allowing it back.
“Thank you,” you spat, venomous and exhausted, too tired to fight, too fogged to think.
“Oh, no. That won’t do.”
“Aren’t you going to use my proper title?”
You lifted your head, confused.
She released your throat and untied the blindfold. Light stabbed your eyes as she stepped back, allowing them to adjust. At first, all you saw was her shadow—tall, sharp, immaculate. Emergency lights barely illuminated the room, but you already knew who she was.
The realization made your knees tremble.
She stepped closer, the height difference unmistakable. At least a foot taller, she looked down at you with a tight-lipped smile, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Let’s try that again,” she said calmly. “Thank you… who?”
She adjusted her leather gloves, tugging them snug at her wrists.
“T-th… thank you, Governor.”
A nod of approval.
She circled again, heels clacking, each step sending a shiver down your spine. When she stopped behind you, leather brushed lightly over your exposed back. You arched forward instinctively, pain blooming as the pole refused to give.
Metal clicked. The cuffs loosened—only to be repositioned, forcing you to face the pole instead. It wasn’t freedom, but your aching back welcomed the change. Before you could adjust, she was there again, fist buried in your hair, yanking you onto your toes. Her other hand found your throat once more.
Your legs shook, adrenaline flooding you alongside a far too familiar sensation. You hated it. You craved it.
“Move again without my permission,” she murmured, breath hot against your ear, “and you will never breathe again.”
Pain flared at your scalp, but her closeness sent traitorous heat curling low in your body.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
She snapped your head back hard, forcing your neck to bend.
“Yes… who?” Her voice dropped to a whisper—almost a plea, if you didn’t know her better.
“Yes, Governor. I understand.”
A pleased hum.
“You know why I bring you down here. We’ll skip the pleasantries.”
Her grip loosened slightly as her mouth found your neck, teeth sinking in before her tongue soothed the mark. You hissed, fighting a moan.
She pressed closer, uniform rough against sensitive skin. A sharp nudge of her heel forced your legs apart, her laughter dark as cold air hit you fully.
A zipper sounded. Your core clenched painfully, the saliva building up inside your mouth ,she had trained you well. Too well.
“You know what’s about to happen,” she said. “This is my pleasure, not yours.”
She crouched, gloved finger circling, teasing, dipping just enough to steal your breath before pulling away.
“You don’t even want this, do you?” she mocked. “Pathetic.”
You played along, breath shaking.
“I know just the thing.”
From a bag at her side, she withdrew a thin cane, slicing it through the air slowly, deliberately.
“We wouldn’t want anyone to hear this.”
She stuffed your abandoned underwear back into your mouth and tapped your cheek.
“Feel free to scream.”
The cane struck your ass again and again, too fast to count, pain stacking until your skin burned and welts bloomed. You screamed into the fabric, tears streaming, thighs shaking as you fought not to close them for some kind of relief.
She noticed.
She always noticed.
A heel kicked them apart.
The cane traced lower now, tormenting, before striking higher, inside your thighs, until your legs trembled violently. Then—without warning—it snapped against your cunt. Once. Twice. Too much.
Your body clenched helplessly.
She forced your head to turn, leather finger pressing into your cheek.
“See?” she purred. “Was that so hard?”
Her hand slid down, unkind, undeniable. Leather glided easily through slickness.
A satisfied hum.
She unlocked the cuffs again, turning you effortlessly, pushing you to your knees. Her dominance was overwhelming—black uniform against your bare skin.
She nodded.
You knew the signal.
You reached for her zipper, fingers shaking, fast. No underwear. You spat the cotton aside, bold now, desperate.
You waited, patiently a hungry dog at her feet.
“Eat.”
You lunged—
Too fast.
She yanked your hair back hard.
“Hands to yourself, slut.”
A slap punctuated the warning.
She stepped closer, leg braced against the pole, just enough space between you. Too close. Not close enough.
“Beg.”
You could smell her, taste her on your tongue.
“Please, Governor. Please let me I just want to make you feel good I’m worthless this is the only thing I am good for”
Desperate tears formed.
Her eyes rolled.
“Please ,It’s what I’m for,” you whispered. “For you.”
“One last thing.”
Her shoe pressed against your slick heat. You gasped.
“If you cum before me,” she warned sharply, “il stuff your cunt with the nearest object and leave you here”
Joan's gaze skimmed over the room, basking in the memories that came flooding through her mind. From the window where she fucked you senseless for the world to see. To the dresser, where she bent you over and fucked you raw.
But her favorite spot of them all, was of course the bed. The same bed that she commanded you to lay on over and over again while she ate you out.
The same bed that you were laying on now. Bare. Legs spread. And an eager face.
You had stripped yourself free from your clothes then took your time removing item after item off of Joan until she herself was standing tall, beautiful, and naked at the edge of the bed.
You've been exposed to her before, but this time was different. This time you two were official. No more emotional barriers getting in the way. And now, there was nothing holding Joan back.
"You get even more goddamn beautiful every time I see you like this..." she admitted.
"Joan, I am nothing compared to you," you said back to her. Licking your lips, you took in the sight of her. Her stance was domineering, clearly in control, exactly how you liked her.
Her muscles contracted as she crawled onto the bed. Still a few feet away from you. Her large tits swayed with every movement she made. Her salt and pepper hair fell beautifully down her face. Her rounded hips curved dramatically as she crawled. And her warm, milky plush thighs squished your hips as she straddled you.
"I can never get tired of looking at you, Joan..."
"Must I open the drawer and grab your favorite blindfold?" She teased.
"No, please! I want to be able to look at you... to admire you... to see your gorgeous body taking complete control over mine."
"Then be the good girl I know you are and let me fuck you dumb. I don't want to see a thought behind those pretty little eyes. I want to do anything and everything to you. To leave you whimpering, wet, and crying after I have my way with you."
You don't even hesitate to wrap your legs around her, entrapping her, and grabbing her jaw with one hand to bring her face just mere inches from your own.
"My body and heart belong to you, Joan. I just have one favor, though.."
"And that is?" She questioned, raising a sharp and curious brow.
"Surprise me with something new."
Joan's smirk grew at your words. "Now that, baby, I can definitely do," she said, before her lips roughly connected with yours.
Your hands instinctively were brought to her body. Roaming and feverishly touching every inch. But, they were quick to grasp at her large tits.
Thumbs swiped at her pink nipples, before squeezing them between your thumb and forefinger. Joan moaned into your mouth, loving the attention to her breasts, but not enough to let you think you were in charge.
Her rough hands were quick to pin yours above your head. Large enough to use one to wrangle both of yours together and keep them pinned down.
"Keep your hands to yourself. Got it?"
Your head immediately nodded, but your mind was too fuzzy to comprehend a word your lover was saying.
"That's my good girl," she cooed into your ear.
Kisses were left along the entirety of your neck. Teeth scraped and bit, leaving instant marks, only to be soothed over with Joan's warm, wet tongue as she made a path lower.
Your collarbone was next. Then your breasts. And Joan for one, loved your breasts. The way your nipples grew hard when she tugged at them with her teeth.
Little whines grew as she gave them both her full attention. She was skillful with her mouth. That she proved over and over again. And was going to prove it once more tonight.
As Joan sucked a nipple between her lips and toyed with the other, your hands couldn't help but jump to her hair to move the grey strands from covering her beautiful face.
The moment was sweet, but in an instant was completely changed.
Joan's hand flew, and before you knew it, landed directly against your cheek in a harsh slap. The sound itself was sure to be heard for miles, but the gasp you let out after came in close second.
"I said, keep your fucking hands to yourself. Got it?" She questioned, nose slightly twitching as she attempted to control her anger. After all, she didn't want to actually harm you if she lost control.
"I—" your mouth opened, yet no words came out. You were shocked. Shocked to the core at the unexpected gesture.
Yet for some reason, the wetness between your legs dripped even heavier. Pooling at the covers beneath you.
And Joan, being ever so attentive as she always was, noticed not a single tear shed from you. How the redness in your cheeks grew, and not just in the spot she slapped. How your chest rose and fell rapidly.... And how your thighs squeezed together beneath her plush ass.
"Oh, I see...." Joan tsked. "You liked that, didn't you? You like it when I slap you around. When you act like a filthy little brat and I punish you for it. Isn't that right?"
Your breath hitched after Joan grabbed your cheeks roughly. Yet again, no words came out while your mouth propped open.
"Already speechless, are you? Pathetic..." she stated with a faux pout. "But, let's start with your first punishment before we tackle fixing that."
Joan, being the more muscular one between the two of you, took pride in how easy it was for her to flip your body over. Your front was against the bed, while your backside faced her.
"Do you know what I'm punishing you for?" She asked. "And I demand an answer this time," she deeply demanded in your ear.
"Y-Yes," you shakily answered. "T-Touching you."
"Glad to hear you're still self aware."
You let out a cry at the first smack to your ass, as Joan was quick to start your punishment. Slap after slap, Joan had you easily whining and pleading for her.
Even with the tears falling down your face, Joan knew by the mess your pussy was making, that you were enjoying being her little plaything.
You eventually lost count, while Joan admired the crimson shade that spread across both of your ass cheeks. Her hands kneaded at the skin, and you hissed at the contact.
"For punishment number two, you're going to stay like this. Face down. Ass up," she said, moving and repositioning your body as she spoke, allowing your ass to stand tall in the air. "And unable to look at me."
"But, Joan—" you whined, but were quickly cut off to another monstrous slap to your right cheek, as Joan quickly cut your words off.
"No but's, little one. You brought this all on yourself because you couldn't behave...." she teased, giving your ass cheek a tender kiss, giving you whiplash at her demeaning yet tender words and actions.
"But if you come for me, I might be more than willing to give you another chance to look at me. And we both know you'd be creaming on the spot if I let you watch me fuck you."
Her hands grabbed at your hips, positioning your lower body to allow her better access to your cunt that aches to be touched by her.
"Just look at you.... This pussy of yours is drenched and I haven't even done anything yet. Just how I like it..."
Her long and slender pointer finger slid easily along your folds. You were more wet than Joan had ever seen you, and it was all thanks to her slapping you around. Something both of you took a mental note of.
"So fucking wet..." she nearly whispered, holding your hips in place as her finger drew lazy lines along your folds. "And it's all for me.."
Two fingers easily slipped inside, being immediately coated by your arousal. Your pussy squelched as she got deeper until she was completely knuckle deep.
"You're taking me so well, baby..."
Joan was taking her time. Her fingers didn't move. Her voice became more gravely. More husky. And it only turned you on more.
You let out a soft moan when Joan spread her fingers inside you. Her smooth fingers stretched your ridge-filled walls with ease.
"M-More—" you finally spoke out. Your throat was dry, and your words were shaky.
"More?" Joan cackled devilishly. "So she speaks! Sweetheart, I don't think you're ready for that. Don't be foolish."
Your hips pushed back, and Joan's knuckles left imprints on your ass.
"Please! I n-need you... I need more."
Joan hesitated. First, her deep, dark brown eyes scanned your face. She wouldn't do it if you looked scared, but when you didn't look it, she let out a small breath.
Then, she took note of your body language. And with the way you freely spread your legs wider, she took that as her way to accept what you were asking her.
"You're lucky I find you rather cute sometimes."
A third finger was quick to add to the equation, completely stretching you further than Joan ever had before. You gasped at the stretch, it hurt only briefly at first until she slowly dragged her fingers out of you, leaving you with small moans when she pushed them back in.
But the pace didn't last long. Joan didn't want to waste anymore time. She sped up her ministrations, leaving you to moan with pleasure as she finger fucked you.
It didn't take much for you to come along Joan's fingers, your arousal dripping down the palm of her hand. Her name flew past your lips sinfully.
"Ahh— Fuck!" you whined, face burying deep into the pillow after feeling teeth bite down on your already sensitive ass.
"Such a little whore... I didn't say you could finish," Joan seethed. Teeth marks imprinted, letting it be known for you later when you look in the mirror.
Her fingers stayed pumping, relentlessly, refusing to slow down no matter how loud your cries were. Again, you deserved to be punished. Something Joan quickly became accustomed to.
"Now you're going to give me another one."
Your pussy was sensitive. Too sensitive. Tears brimming at the corner of your eyes at Joan's quickening pace. You didn't know how her hand wasn't cramping.
"I c-can't!" you whined. Although, your body went against your words. "Too sensitive..."
"You can. And you will," Joan demanded.
Tears shed, soaking the pillow beneath you, making it just as wet as the fingers filling up your insides. The pain, which was brief, turned into pleasure, allowing you to enjoy the moment more.
Joan's lips attached themselves to your ass, teeth nipping and sucking along your sensitive, crimson skin leaving dark marks in their wake as she sucked hickey after hickey on your body.
"Fuck, Joan..." your hips pushed back against her slender fingers.
"C'mon, baby, give me one more," she mewled. "I know you're already close again." Her voice was low and husky, while the breath along your bottom was warm yet soothing.
Your pussy clenched at the pet name. It was one of your favorites. And Joan knew exactly that.
"Come for me, baby. Show me what my good girl is capable of," she soothed, giving a soft peck over her marks that were now visibly showing.
After a few more thrusts, Joan's name filled the air a plethora of times. You couldn't help but squeal as your orgasm washed over you, more prominently and rougher than before.
Legs shook violently, and your thighs begged to close, but Joan refused for them to. She wanted the pleasure to last. To stay as long as possible. To watch as you writhed and cried in front of her.
"Joan!—" your voice was ragged and breathless as you yelled out your lover's name. "Holy shit..." your face buried into the pillow, muffling your moans as Joan let you ride out your high.
"That's my good girl..." she cooed.
You felt empty after Joan removed herself. Her gentle hands ran along your shaking body, soothing you in her best way possible.
Even as dominating and demanding Joan could be, this was the side of her nobody but you ever sees. The loving, tender, and soothing side of Joan that crawled up to you, and moved your hair out of your face.
She wanted to check up on you. As she always did after sex, and it made your heart melt when she cupped your cheek and gazed at you lovingly with those big, brown eyes.
"How are you feeling, baby? Was it too much? What can I get for you? Water?" She asked, thumb swiping mindlessly across your cheek bone.
You instinctively cuddled close to your worried lover, legs intertwining with hers, and an arm draped across her stomach while your head rested in the crook of her neck.
"Good. No. Not yet. Need cuddles..." your words were muffled with your face buried deep into her neck.
Joan let out a small sigh of relief. The last thing she would want to do is push you too far or make you uncomfortable. It was her job to take care of you. Make you feel safe and loved.
"Okay, sweetheart..." Her fingers toyed with your hair, twirling the strands carefully between her fingers while the other hand caressed your spine. "Let me know when you're ready to move," she said, kissing the top of your head. "I have to clean you up at some point."
You giggled at her words, while your body pressed tightly against hers. The warmth and comfort of her larger body always soothed you when you were in it, as it was like being in a bear hug.
And Joan kept to her word. Waiting for you to let her know when you calmed down and relaxed enough to let her finish taking care of you before tucking not only you, but herself into bed as well to engulf you into more cuddles.
A/N: thank you @chloeelou02x for inspiring all of this.
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Red had been in prison long enough to see every trick in the book. She stood witness to every horrible pick up line, flirtatious attempt, and every woman who swore they loved their man on the outside while a woman was between their thighs. Most of these women would leave prison and never think about it at all, a select few would embrace that little piece of queer that had been hidden under societal expectations and internalized homophobia.
A dozen or so of these attempts had been toward Red herself. It was a natural thing to happen, especially when everyone seemed to want a dominant angry Russian to snap them in half. That wasn't her for numerous reasons though so the requests got denied even though they could have been easily accepted. Red didn't love her husband, not when she married him, not when her boys were born, and sure as hell wouldn't love him if she ever got out.
What held her back was something deeper, something that had been woven into her soul ever since her blue eyes opened. So Red figured out ways to scratch the itch–a couple solitary moments she found in the shower before work every morning, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. It was never really enough but her bland marriage had left her accustomed to never quite getting what she desired. She had been just about to give in to whatever lonely woman propositioned her when the requests stopped all together. A part of her was glad she had achieved what she had always wanted–peace. But another part of her still had this monster lingering underneath waiting to be released.
She had almost given up entirely until you came along. You were persistent but not pushy–the right combination of cocky and subservient. She had turned you down for months and didn't seem like she was going to give in. But deep down–her resolve was wavering.
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You walk into the kitchen to bring in another box from the garden when you catch the tail end of the conversation that Red is having with Gloria and Aledia.
“She is having man problems.”
You stifle a laugh as Red pulls out a zucchini. “You don't have to give it back when you are done.” When Gloria only rolls her eyes she holds up a garlic that actually makes you release a couple of giggles. Red turns to you, her eyebrow quirked. “Would you like it then peanut gallery?”
“No thanks, I get plenty of action.”
“Aren't you on this conquest mission with Boo and Nicky?” Gloria asks and you see Red’s ears tint pink.
“Yeah they invited me,” you shrug noncommittally. “Don't know if I'll do it though.”
Red nods her head to the place she wants the vegetables set out and you follow her lead organizing them. You grab her empty box ready to return to the garden alone when she follows you.
“You really want to do this challenge.”
“Red the only woman I want is you but you won't give me a chance,” you say, turning to look at her. “Will you take pity on my soul and give me a chance? I won't make you regret it.”
“Stop fucking asking,” Red snaps her eyes filling with a fire typically left for the other inmates who piss her off. You instinctively flinch away from her but it doesn’t stop her. “I am not some conquest. I am not some slut. I don't have time for your childish games. Leave. Me. Alone.”
You take a moment to calm your frayed nerves before glaring at her. “Go fuck yourself.”
The words don't bother her at first; she has heard worse and knows that she will hear it for years to come. What starts to weigh on her, however, is how you seemingly stop talking to her after it happens. She expects it on the first day, even the second, but then a week passes, and you still won't even look at her. You wait until Red is doing paperwork to get your food from someone else. You walk the other direction when she enters a room. You don't even stop at her bunk to see her; instead, you wait until the final minute before lights out before you slip into your section with Boo. A little piece of Red has to admit that she misses your witty banter and even all the flirtatious jokes. You made her feel desired, wanted, but more importantly, you made her feel seen.
Red is contemplating what this all means when she walks into the bathroom one night to a ruckus of moans. By this time, she has become a master at blocking them out; who is she to judge when other people decide to please themselves? She is content to brush her teeth and go to bed until a name makes her blood run cold.
“Y/N! Oh shit, don't stop…Y/N.”
The plastic toothbrush snaps in Red’s hand, but she barely notices as crimson fills her vision. Her heart is thudding in her chest, and her breath comes out in loud huffs. She rounds the corner to you on your knees in one of the shower stalls. Your naked back is to her, and she momentarily traces the curve of your spine before her daydream is broken by another moan. The woman above you is clearly enjoying whatever you are doing, and that fact makes Red want to kill her.
She storms over to her, hand finding your shoulder as she pulls you up and away from the girl. You stumble slightly, but she catches you easily.
“What the fuck I was almost there,” the other girl scoffs, but gulps as Red swivels to look at her.
Her eyes are black as she stalks towards the girl. Her fingers twitch by her side as she debates whether she wants to rip out the girl’s throat right there. Finally, she curls it into a fist and growls instead.
“Get the fuck out.”
The girl doesn't need to be told twice as she scrambles away. When Red turns back, you are leaning against the wall. Your arms are crossed over your breasts, and she can't help as her eyes linger there for a moment longer than they should. When you catch her staring, you let out a cruel laugh.
“You have to be kidding me, right? You told me to basically go fuck anyone else, and now that I am, you get jealous. I fucking can't.” You go to grab your clothes, but Red’s hand closes around your wrist.
She pulls you up to look at her, and you can't help but gulp. Her voice is low and hoarse as she speaks. “You wanna be a whore and fuck everyone in this prison? Too fucking bad. I have decided it is time to give you what you have been begging for. But if you think you're going to do it with the taste of someone else on your tongue and lips looking like a slut with your fingers drenched from some other useless whore you've got another thing coming because if you're going to be touching me, I want it only to be you. I don't want someone else's hands on my body other than yours, and if you touch anybody else, they'll have to put me in the hole to stop me from cutting out their tongues for even daring to call your name in such a filthy way. Lord help them if they've touched you or tasted you because not even the devil could hold me back.”
Your whole skin is on fire as she glares at you. If you were dripping before, you are now. Red may have a fire in her eye and control in her mind, but you see something else. Red wants you just as much as you want her–and she wants you all to herself. She leans over to grip your chin, her red nails digging into your skin.
“Now get yourself fucking cleaned up and meet me in Healy’s office in 30 minutes.”
She shoves your face away and stalks out of the bathroom, her nightly routine entirely disregarded. You shower, scrubbing your skin until it hurts, spending extra time making sure every strand of your hair doesn't smell like the woman who had been previously using it to ground herself. You brush your teeth at least three times before you finally make your way to Healy’s office.
The light is off, and you hesitate to knock on the door. Your knuckles are inches from the glass when it is ripped open, and you are pulled inside. When it clicks shut behind you, Red’s mouth is inches from your ear.
“Took you long enough.”
“How do you have the keys to Healy’s office?” You wonder as Red pulls you further into the room.
She cleans off his desk with a sweep of an arm and pulls you to perch you on the edge. “Do you want to know or do you want me to fuck you?”
You cross your arms, trying to maintain some sense of power. “And if I say no?”
Red stalls, her eyes softening for a moment. Her hands fall to your waist. “Then we don't have to do this. I just…I thought you wanted to do this.”
“I did, but you made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“I have always wanted you. Don’t you understand how that is the problem?” Red growls, her nails digging into your hips. “I have been trying to maintain some semblance of who I am in this place, and the moment I think I have it down here, you come along and show me a whole new side of myself. You showed me who I really am.”
You go to speak, but Red leans into your ear, her hand instantly going to grip your hair. “And now you have been avoiding me. I can understand a day, hell maybe two days, but a week? That is fucking ridiculous, and it stops now.” She pulls your head to the side so she can leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck. “I haven’t seen you, haven’t been able to talk to you, haven’t even been able to get a whiff of you. Haven’t been able to taste you.” On the last word, she bites down hard on your neck, causing you involuntarily to moan and buck against her. “Telling you to leave me alone was a mistake, because it was the exact opposite of what I really want. I wanted you to fight for me, to choose me anyway, to show me you wanted me.”
“I do want you,” you whimper as she keeps biting along your collarbone.
Red laughs, and you realize for the first time how thick her accent is as she looks at you with blown pupils. “You avoided me like the damn plague, and the moment I finally fucking see you, it is on your knees for someone useless whore who doesn’t even love you like I do.”
The moment the words fall from her lips, she steps back as if shocked. You grab her hips with your legs before she can get too far from you. You pull her back into you, letting your hands drape over her shoulders. She looks at you, and for the first time, you know what it is like to see Galina… not Red but Galina, the woman underneath the hard prison layers.
“I love you too Galina.”
Tears well in her eyes as she looks back at you. “No one has called me that in years.”
“Well better get used to it, cause you are stuck with me now.”
As soon as the last words leaves your lips she smashes her mouth into yours. The kiss is desperate and you don’t hesitate to open your mouth when she swipes her tongue along your bottom lip. Your hands find their way into her hair and she moans as you pull at the red locks. Finally she breaks away to press her forehead against yours.
Her breath comes in short pants, “Are you sure about this?”
You cup her face, running your thumb along her cheek. “I have never been more sure about anything, my love.”
She doesn’t hesitate any longer, her fingers immediately pulling at the hem of your shirt. You move back long enough for her to throw it across the room before your lips are back on hers. You automatically lift your hips up when she pulls at your waistband and let out a hum when your underwear follow shortly after. When you are completely naked in front of her Galina hesitates for a moment. There is clear desire across her features but also that look of innocence. She hasn’t done this before…
“I don’t know how…” she mumbles suddenly embarrassed.
You pull her into another kiss biting down on her bottom lip. The moan she lets out gets her out of her head for a second. It is long enough for you to pull off her shirt and bra. Her cheeks are almost as red as her hair when she looks at you.
“Just follow me.”
You pull her into another kiss carving your bodies against hers until they are practically melded together. When your hand trails up her body to grab her breast she follows the same movements. You pull and pinch at her nipples causing her to shudder and you have to bite back a scream when she does the same to you. After a couple of moments of learning the curves of her body Galina does something that you should have expected. She moves down to kiss along your jaw and neck. She bites, sucks, and licks the column of your throat and all along your collar bones until you are covered in a smattering of purple bruises.
Her confidence is building and now she has set out to claim you, to mark you as hers and hers alone. When her mouth moves down to take a nipple in her mouth you fall back onto your elbows panting.
“Fuck Galina…”
You can hear her smirk along your skin as her hands begin to trail small circles up your hip. You try to buck to move closer to her hand but Galina takes her time to torment you. You are begging when she finally swipes her finger up towards your clit. Whatever worries she had originally must be long gone as she begins to tease you. She will gently put one finger inside before pulling it out to circle your clit lazily. Her mouth never stops working along your chest but you don’t feel the small bites anymore. There is just a burning along your skin that tells you if she isn’t inside of you soon you may actually die.
“Galina… please…please,” you whine as she sticks two fingers slowly inside of you.
“Please what baby?”
“Please just fuck me. I need you inside of me right now.”
Galina grins, thrusting her fingers inside of you so hard that you grip her shoulders for balance. “Well since you begged so nicely.”
You can barely focus as her fingers curl inside of you, but you still get your hand inside of her waistband. You mirror her movements, circling her clit hard. She moans, biting down on your shoulder, as her movements falter for a moment.
“I love you Galina,” you whisper in her ear.
“I love you. I love you.” She replies, emphasizing every phrase with a thrust of her fingers.
You can barely hold yourself together as she circles your clit hard and whispers how much she loves you in your ear. When you eventually fall over the edge, Galina falls right behind you. You gently remove your hand, and she whimpers at the loss of contact. You wrap your arms around her as she kisses your cheek.
“Now why did I wait this long to try this?” She laughs, and you can’t help but smile.
“'Cause you are stubborn and think you know better than me.”
Galina rolls her eyes, but kisses you gently. “I will give it to you this one time.” She pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours. “Are you okay with…us?”
“More than okay,” you nod, and your hand finds her. “I’m yours for as long as you will have me.”
“Then I guess I shall have you forever,” Galina smiles, but then her face turns serious. “But if you ever think you are going a week without talking to me again, I will…”
You silence her with another kiss. “I won’t, now come on, Galina. There is still so much more I have planned to do to you.”
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You place your tray next to Nicky, and you can already feel her eyes drawn to the large purple hickey on your neck. The moment you tried to cover it up, Red had given you a death glare, so it was out for the whole world to see. You start to eat, trying to ignore your best friend, but it only lasts for a moment.
“You aren't even gonna tell us who to mark down on the scorecard?” Boo asks, pulling out the slip of paper.
“I'm not playing the game anymore,” you murmur, your hand automatically going to trace the hickey on your inner thigh that Red left last night.
Her words still echo in your ear: You aren't playing that fucking game anymore. You are mine and mine alone.
Nicky’s eyebrow raises as she yanks down the collar of your shirt to expose even more bruises along your neck. You scramble to cover them as she lets out a low whistle. “Whoever you bagged sure did a number on you last night. Was it that hottie from the Spanish Harlem you have been after? Or that new girl…. what’s her name?”
“Williams!” Boo shouts, and you immediately reach over and clap a hand over her mouth.
“Shut the fuck up. Both of you.”
When you sit back down, a soft hand is placed on your shoulder. Red nail polish curls into your shoulder, and you immediately know it is Galina. Your body reacts before you can stop it, and you melt back into her. She reaches over you to place a small bowl onto your plate.
“You need to eat detka (babe), you have to keep your strength up,” she whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss on your hairline.
As she saunters away, Nicky and Boo stare at you with a mixture of disgust and admiration. You pick up your fork and stab at the food Red just brought to you. Minutes pass in silence before Boo finally screams.
“She wasn't even on the list!”
Nicky shakes her head, clapping you on the back. “You won, kid. There is no topping that. You bagged one of the most desirable women here…besides Mendoza.”
Boo leans over to steal a bite of your food, but pulls away when Red glares at her. She drops her fork, putting her hands up in mock surrender. “I don't know if I should be jealous or fear for your life.”“Definitely both,” you say, but a smile spreads across your face as Red winks at you. She mouths the words I love you and you feel like your whole world is complete.
Request: (#30) Accidental Stimulation with Undertaker
For someone constantly joking, Undertaker was surprisingly serious about his work.
He moved around the shop, knowing exactly where to find each brush and bottle. Touching up the dead man laying on the table in front of you.
You were there to “help”, but all you’ve done so far was nod and watch as he did all the work.
It was calming though, to see him so focused. His hair fell to the side as he leaned close to the corpse, painted under his eye. You could see the glow of his green iris, gray lashes only adding to their beauty.
“Am I going to actually do anything? Or can I go back to bed?” His eyes snapped up to lock with yours. The unfamiliar seriousness in his gaze made you squeeze your thighs, but you refused to break contact.
Finally a playful glint filled his eyes and he stood straight, bangs covering his eyes.
“Of course, dearie~” he reaches a hand out to you, holding your hand to lead you around the table next to him.
Picking up the hair brush next to you, he places it in your hands. “Here, make sure his hair is neatly parted.”
He stands behind you, looking over your shoulder as you comb through the mans hair. Moving towards the head of the table, you lift the man’s head up to brush the back of his head.
“Let’s get you a smaller brush to make it easier.” He reaches over to the other side of the table, grabbing a small comb. He presses his back into yours, pushing you into the table.
The corner of the table stabs into your thigh, making you shift so it fit snugly between your legs. He pushes into a bit more finally able to grab the brush.
A small moan leaves you, Undertaker pulls away with a look of confusion.
“You alright?” He looking down at you as you rub your thighs together.
“Y-yeah…” Failure to sound convincing makes him more concerned.
“Is this too much, love? Do you need a break?” You shake your head, going back to combing the man’s hair.
He doesn’t respond but takes the brush from your hand.
“Let’s cover him up and take a break.” He leans forward, once again pushing the table hard between your legs.
Clit rubbing hard against the fabric of your panties and against the seam of your pants, making you let out another moan of pleasure. Hips rocking unconsciously, seeking more friction.
“ah…” Undertaker pulls a cloth over the man but freezes at the noise.
He feels your backside shifting, and slowly pushes his hips forward. Successfully pulling another small moan from you.
“Oh~” He leans down to your ear, “Naughty girl, getting excited while we’re working~”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “It’s your fault, you know how sensitive I am.”
He laughs at that, a hand roaming down your backside. Settling between you thighs, making you melt.
“If it’s because of me that you’re so excited~” Long nails scratch the seam between your legs, pressing a bit harder over your clit.
“O-oh!” You fail to stop the breathy moan.
“Then I will have to deal with this little problem myself, won’t I?”
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