Prompt : catralonnie, modern au, they're kids supervisors at summer camp, they hate each other, they fuck *grins*
1) im high sorry for typos
2) im high so this bettrr be a good story
I have never been in a summer camp, so i rewrote it to girl scouts, but the filipino version.
They’ve been scouts together since they were kids, and Lonnie hated her the second they met each other.
Literally, all she did was compliment Catra’s eyes, and what the fuck does she get? A shrug, a smirk, and a cackle. The hell did that even mean? What the fuck was so funny about her fucking question?
They started bickering more. At some point, both of them were suspended for punching each other. At another time, they were forced to apologize to each other after giving “valentines” cards that contained quite a vocabulary.
Lonnie watched from afar as they grew up. Sometimes, she’d throw in a tease every bow and then, but ever since another scout joined, Catra was pretty much protected.
See, it was because of this one girl. Adora who honestly would have become a star scout had she not traded her life here for a some prestigious school up North. Catra was joint to the hip with her. They went everywhere together. Did everything together.
Rumor has it, they dated for years.
Rumor has it, she didn’t tell Catra about moving.
Rumor has it, Catra broke up with her.
In the amount of time Lonnie had hated Catra, she had never seen her look so broken. She looked shriveled. Lonnie threw a tease at Catra and all she did was sigh and turn away. It concerned her, just a little bit. Seeing that usual spitfire gone was… Well, honestly, it was pretty painful.
But after a year, something happened. Something that really threw Lonnie aback.
In the amount of time Lonnie had hated Catra, she had never seen her work hard enough that it impressed the higher ups.
So much so that they gave her the star scout position.
Catra also went up to Lonnie that day and told her to bury the hatchet. Lonnie, begrudgingly, did as she was told.
She still doesn’t like her… but there was something different about her that made Lonnie… itch.
For today, She and Catra were in charge of kids. It was a hiking trip. A very short one. But they were staying the night at a rented cabin in the woods. Catra took charge and taught the kids how to catch and grill fish.
Lonnie prepped emergency food in case the fishing trip went south. And wehn they came back with a four rock gills and a smirking Catra, the damn itch came back.
While they ate, Catra gave Lonnie the tail half of her fish. Catra notes that she noticed in a fishing trip once that Lonnie hated the fish’s head.
Lonnie pointed out that, that fishing trip was six years ago.
Catra shrugs and tells her she always paid attention to what she said.
Their ten students were paired in two and thrown into their rooms after dinner. Lonnie was sharing one with Catra.
The problem was that it had one bed.
“Fuck. Hey, short stack,” Lonnie looks over her shoulder at Catra, who busied herself putting away the dishes. “we’ve only got one bed.”
“So? sleep on the floor,” Catra pointed out.
“Sorry, I was here first,” Lonnie tossed her bags and threw herself onto the bed. “Looks like you’re sleeping on the ground.”
“I took care of the kids the entire day, and you’re taking the bed?” Catra arched her brow as she walked to the doorway.
Lonnie licked her lips. “Yep.”
“Yeah, no. Get the fuck off the bed —“
“Hey!” Lonnie growled as Catra yanked her leg. Wehn Catra went up to grab Lonnie’s side, the bigger woman yanked her weight back onto the bed.
To be fair, Catra really did try to wrestle her off. But, wrestling someone like Lonnie? The record setter in her high school for the most squats and benching?
But, Catra was very flexible.
She twisted herself in Lonnie’s hold, managing to smack Lonnie in the face.
“Get off the bed, Lonnie!” Catra growled.
She feels itchy all of the sudden.
Something about that itch was relieved when she wrestled Catra and pinned her down, Lonnie laying on her side with her hand gripping Catra’s arms behind her back, and their legs molded and twisted together.
“I… I win,” Lonnie strained to say as Catra struggled some more.
“You’re…. such… an asshole,” Catra huffed, pushing herself off of Lonnie. But instead of completely dropping to the floor and accepting her fate, Catra stayed on the bed.
Lonnie should have pushed her off, but she didn’t.
She watched the way a drop if sweat slid down the side of Catra’s face. The smaller girl fought to catch her breath, and Lonnie watched her.
“Well,” Catra scoffed in annoyance, “if we lay like this, we can fit. So long as your 5’9 ass won’t turn and take the entire bed—“
“Catra,” Lonnie whispered.
Catra turned her head enough so that their eyes could meet. Lonnie raised a hand and placed it ontop of Catra’s lips, pulling it open.
The smaller girl didn’t pull back. In fact, Catra opened her mouth just a little wider.
Lonnie couldn’t helo but open her own either.
The tiny puffs of breath from Catra’s lips, the sight if those abnormally pointy fangs… made it almost impossible to break whatver trance she was stuck it.
And when she managed to regain some sort of control for a second, Lonnie chose to slip her thumb beyond her lips.
A groan left her lips when Catra completely wraps her lips around her. She sucks, and licks, and bite. Every single ministration shot something hungry into her gut.
She endured this, until her thumb was enough. Lonnie shifted herself and pressed her leg against Catra’s center.
Catra shivered and groaned against her hand.
Lonnie felt her breathing hitch at the sight. She pushed against Catra again, and a whimper left her lips this time.
Until she felt something incredibly warm radiating off of Catra’s center. Lonnie smirked before taking her hand off her lips.
She gripped both sides of Catra’s hips and rocked pressed her firmly down against her leg. Catra threw her legs up higher as Lonnie continued.
Lonnie leaned down adn caught her lips, hot with desire. Lonnie gasoed when she felt those sharp teeth bite on her lower lip, making her bleed.
“Fuck, I’m… I’m sorry,” Catra whislered.
Lonnie rocked her leg against Catra again, and the girl beneath her gasps and whimpers.
It’s something she’d love to get used to. Something she’d love to listen to every minute of the day.
She wants to hear her get louder.
Lonnie doesn’t bother with taking her pants off. She digs down her waistband and rubs the side of her calloused hand on her clit.
“Moan louder,” Lonnie rasps against her ear.
“The kids —“ Catra digs her nails at Lonnie’s taut shoulders
“Will grow up and learn about this someday,” Lonnie moved her fingers faster, and Catra’s hand flies to seal her mouth.
Catra throws her head back. “Oh god. If we get caught,”
“If we get caught,” Lonnie pushes her finger inside of Catra. Catra tries to seal her mewls with a hand, but Lonnie takes it away with a bone crushing grip. “I’ll keep fucking you like this, and they can watch for all I fucking care.”
If Catra wasn’t soaked before, she sure was now.
Lonnie fucks her fast, trying to pull out whatever kind of lewd noise she can get out of her. Whether it be the sound of her fingers swimming in something wetter than the ocean, or the sound of her pleading voice.
Lonnie added another finger theminute she finds a specific spot that made Catra’s toes curl and her nails dig at her scalp.
She added a third one, and Catra cried out.
Lonnie felt her tighten, and she started hearing her moans fill the air of their room. Catra was panting at this point. She’s close.
“Louder,” Lonnie commanded, speeding up her pace.
“Louder,” Lonnie said one last time.
And as if on cue, she felt Catra release at the palm of her hands.
But what finally cured her itch was Catra’s yell of her name followed by a string of curses. Yes, that’s it.
Lonnie gave her a minute before pulling her fingers off of Catra. Both of their breathing was heavy in their tiny room. Only when Lonnie caught her breath did she notice that Catra’s nails were drawing patterns on her undercut.
Catra leaned up and caught her lips into a gentle kiss.
“I guess,” Lonnie starts “maybe we can share the bed.”
Catra chuckled, rolling her eyes.
They drift into sleep, and the next day there was a note on their door.
Please keep it down next time, but also congrats!!
- Cabin owner who slept in the room to your right
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