✧ serial heartbreaker ✧

@scarlcthart

45 posts

Lennon’s grin came easy, bright and a little wicked at the edges as she let Scarlet talk, her eyes tracking every movement.“Oh, I absolutely could,” she shot back, her voice smooth, a teasing lilt woven through it. “Bothering you is basically one of my favorite hobbies. Keeps things interesting.” Her lips curved a little more as she pushed herself further back against the counter top she was perched onto. At the mention of wrestling, Lennon let out a soft laugh, low and knowing, her brows lifting. “Alright, alright,” she relented, lifting her hands slightly in mock surrender, though the spark in her eyes said she wasn’t giving up anything, really. “Maybe I was doing a little more than just ‘wrestling. But in my defense,” Lennon added, lips curving, “he's very hands on when competing.” A soft laugh slipped out, playful and unbothered. “Hard not to get into it." Her gaze flicked over Scarlet’s face, clearly enjoying the reaction she was getting. “Though,” she added, voice softening into something a little more playful again, “it’s kinda funny how curious you are about it.” Her smile tugged at one corner. “You asking for details, or just trying to picture it to get yourself off to later?" When Scarlet tapped her thigh and offered, Lennon glanced down briefly before looking back up at her, eyes flickering with amusement. “A sweet snack?” she echoed, leaning in just a touch closer, her voice dropping into something more playful, almost conspiratorial. “Depends,” A small pause, just enough to draw it out. “What am I being offered to eat this morning?"

scarlet looked at the blonde as she admitted she loved bothering both of them. “oh, i can tell,” she raised her eyebrows at lennon, a knowing smirk on her lips. “i see that look on your face every time you tease us,” she added, clearly amused. her eyes stayed on her as she leaned against the counter. “of course you weren’t wrestling—since when can’t you just say you were with our boyfriend?” she laughed, tilting her head slightly. “what, did you suddenly get shy talking about it?” she teased, a playful pout forming. as lennon admitted she was curious, scarlet let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “you really are something,” she murmured, the smirk still there but softer now. "i will for sure touch myself to the thought of you two wrestling, and you moaning, and prestley pinning you down " she listed, she licked her lips playfully. when the topic shifted, she moved past her, her hand brushing lightly along her lower back as she headed to the fridge. “what about pancakes? with cream,” she suggested casually, opening it. “maybe some fruit too,” she added, glancing back over her shoulder. “sweet enough for you, babygirl?”

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon walked up behind Scarlet with a quiet confidence, slipping her arms around Scarlet’s middle and letting her head rest in the crook of her shoulder. The warmth of her body pressed against Scarlet felt electric, familiar, and too good to let go. A soft, teasing smile tugged at Lennon’s lips as she nuzzled just behind Scarlet’s ear. “Miss me?” she murmured, voice low and playful, letting the question hang in the air like a promise. Her fingers flexed gently against Scarlet’s sides, shifting just enough to draw a subtle reaction. “I could get used to this,” Lennon admitted softly, tilting her head a little, the faintest glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’ve been bothering Presley all morning in bed, now it’s your turn.” After a moment, Lennon straightened, letting her arms drop from around Scarlet. She pushed off lightly, slipping onto one of the counters nearby with a playful bounce. Sitting there, she swung her legs lazily, leaning back on her hands, eyes still locked on Scarlet with that teasing spark. “You missed us wrestling,” she said with a cheeky grin, voice light and teasing. “I had him in all sorts of positions, he had me the same way too.” She tipped her head back slightly, laughing softly at the memory. “Thought you’d like to hear about it.”

as lennon leaned closer, scarlet's hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer if that was even possible. "miss you? always, babygirl," she purred, looking at the blonde with a warm smile on her lips. "oh, you could?" she smirked, eyes fixed on her. "oh, so you live to bother us both?" she teased, and as the other pulled away from her grip to jump over one of the counters, she smiled, shaking her head lightly. watching her on top of the counter, she leaned against it, a little distance between them, resting on her elbow as she looked at her girlfriend. "wrestling?" she shook her head, "i think people who wrestle don't do it naked, don’t try to sugarcoat it, baby," she chuckled. "you had him in all sorts of positions? i think he was the one having you in all the positions he wanted," she pointed out, "but of course i want to hear about it, tell me all the details," she smiled. she walked closer to the girl, tapping the side of her thigh fondly, "fancy a sweet snack?"

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon was still catching her breath, chest rising and falling as she leaned back against the seat, fingers curled tight in the upholstery like she needed something to hold onto. Scarlet’s words pulled a soft, breathless laugh out of her, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she looked back at her. “You love that title on me,” Lennon murmured, voice a little wrecked but amused, lips curving into a lazy smile. “And you know exactly what you’re doing when you say things like that.” She swallowed again, shaking her head faintly. “Looking only? Yeah, I don’t believe you for one second. I give it five minutes, tops, and you'll be climbing back there with us." When Scarlet called her pretty, Lennon’s expression softened, the intensity giving way to something warmer, more intimate. She reached out, fingers brushing Scarlet’s wrist in a small, grounding touch. “You can’t say stuff like that after ruining me,” she said quietly, affection threaded through the teasing. “That's not fair.” At the question, Lennon let out a slow breath, eyes still a little glassy as she glanced down and then back up. “Give me a minute,” she admitted with a crooked smile. “My legs are absolutely not on my side right now.” Her thumb brushed lightly over Scarlet’s hand. “But yeah. Home sounds really good right now." Lennon took a second before answering, drawing in a few slow breaths as she steadied herself. She pressed her palms against her thighs, grounding, then let out a quiet laugh under her breath like she couldn’t believe herself. Carefully, she shifted, fixing her clothes and smoothing them back into place, movements a little uncoordinated but determined. Once she was decent again, she leaned back into the seat and reached for the seatbelt, the click loud in the small space. She tipped her head back for a moment, eyes closed, breathing finally evening out before she looked at Scarlet again, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “Okay,” Lennon said, voice calmer now but still soft around the edges. “You go ahead and drive. I’ll sit back here and recollect myself.” She glanced away briefly, then back, amusement and affection clear in her expression. “Maybe pretend I didn’t just completely forget how to function for a minute.”

a smirk tugged at the corners of scarlet’s lips. “of course i love that title on you, but not as much as seeing you so worked up,” she promised in a sultry voice, leaning closer as her lips worked their way along lennon’s skin. she stayed silent, taking in how lennon’s voice wavered, teasing her gently. “of course i know, and i love that reaction on you—you look so pretty,” she smirked. when lennon mentioned she wouldn’t last more than five minutes just watching her and prestley have fun without being involved, scarlet raised an eyebrow. “you’re underestimating me,” she whispered, lowering her head so her words brushed against the shell of her ear. “but we could try,” she added, kissing her jaw playfully. when lennon said her legs were on her side, scarlet smiled, pulling her fingers away. “take all the time you need, baby. i didn’t go easy on you—I had a lot of feelings bottled up,” she promised, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she admired her girlfriend’s reaction. after a few seconds, she watched lennon fix her clothes. scarlet looked at her as she put her seatbelt on and rested her head back, catching her breath, and she smiled. “sure, baby, sure—you look tired,” she teased playfully. before moving to the driver’s seat, she leaned in to kiss her lips. “why would i forget it? you look so pretty post-orgasm,” she whispered against her mouth. as she settled into the driver’s seat, she turned on the music and started driving back home. “relax, baby,” she said softly, her hand moving to rest gently against the other’s thigh.

#ft. lennon hendrix #this could be kind of the end? and we can start something new?

Lennon’s breath caught the moment she felt the shift in Scarlet—the way confidence rolled back into her like a tide she could never resist. Even knowing it was coming, it still stole something from her every time. Her pulse jumped under Scarlet’s touch. She melted at the kiss along her jaw, at the whisper so close to her ear it felt like a promise being sealed rather than spoken. Lennon’s hands fisted softly in the fabric beneath her, not in fear or hesitation, but because she felt chosen—wanted in that way that made her chest ache with it. A breathy laugh slipped from her, shy but glowing, utterly undone by the attention. “Scarlet…” Lennon murmured, voice warm and reverent, like saying her name was its own kind of devotion. “You always do this to me.” Her head tipped back, trusting, offering. There was no bravado left—just honesty, just love. “Go feral. I want you too." Lennon’s body reacted before her thoughts could catch up, a quiet, helpless sound slipping from her as Scarlet’s hand made its presence known. It wasn’t overwhelming - it was anchoring, grounding her right there in the moment, like a spark settling low in her stomach and spreading warmth through her chest instead of heat. Her breath stuttered, lashes fluttering as sensation bloomed in a way that made her feel open rather than undone. “That feels…” Lennon started, voice barely more than a whisper, her smile soft and dazed. She swallowed, eyes shining when she looked at Scarlet. "Ah, perfect. So, so good." Her head pressed back against the cushioned backseats as she let the pleasure take over and forgot about everything else. "You don't even want to know how many times I have thought about you or Presley coming back here and doing something like this to me. I'm a backseat princess through and through and I'm not sorry about it."

it wasn’t the first time they were tangled up with each other in the backseat of her car, and it wasn’t going to be the last. it was impossible for it not to happen when they were always so open and trusting with each other; a simple joke, a simple tease could easily end with them there. she noticed everything, every reaction coming from lennon—the way her breath hitched, the way she fisted the fabric beneath her. when lennon told her to go feral, scarlet smiled. “oh, i will, because you told me so nicely,” she smirked before her hand moved faster, just wanting lennon to reach her high. she wasn’t going to get distracted by all the sweet talk, but hearing lennon tell her how good she felt made her smirk, knowing she was the one making her girlfriend feel that way. she watched as lennon went silent for a second, swallowing hard and letting the pressure take over. scarlet kept her hand moving steadily until the other reached her peak. “a backseat princess,” she hummed as she finally moved her fingers away from her. “the problem is that the backseat doesn’t fit the three of us, but next time i wouldn’t mind just looking,” she mused. she brought her fingers to her lips, a smirk on her face as she sucked them clean. “you’re so pretty it’s unfair,” she said softly, gently pulling the other’s underwear back up. “should we go home, or do you want to take a minute until your legs stop shaking, babygirl?” she asked, playful and teasing, looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world—because she was.

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon froze the moment Scarlet’s touch guided downward — not for lack of wanting, but because the shift in energy hit her like a rush of heat. A second ago she’d been bold and teasing, whispering all her need into the small space of the car but Scarlet taking control so effortlessly made her breath stutter in her chest. The closeness, the way Scarlet looked at her, the soft authority in her voice — it all wound tight inside Lennon, pulling a soft, broken inhale from her lips. Scarlet’s question hung between them, intimate enough to make the whole car feel smaller. Lennon’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Scarlet’s with something raw and vulnerable. Her voice came quieter than before, but steadier than her pulse. “I belong to you ... Presley and you. Both.” Lennon whispered, no hesitation in the words — just certainty. Her fingers curled lightly around Scarlet’s wrist, not to move her, but to anchor herself, her breath catching with how badly she wanted to close the remaining distance. Lennon’s breath hitched, and she let herself give into the pressure of Scarlet’s hand, the tiniest shiver running through her. Her head tilted back, pressing into the backseat cushions, and for a moment, the world outside the car ceased to exist. "Have I not already earned this when you pulled your hand away the first time? I feel like I have suffered enough. Don't you?"

scarlet had enjoyed their car trip, lennon being so talkative, telling her all she wanted, being so bold and teasing. that had worked to make her girlfriend feel all hot and bothered, but scarlet was really good at keeping her tough façade on. but as she was given a little bit of space, the brunette went straight to her more dominant side. she saw the shift in her eyes, amused but surprised that she was in charge again. her fingers moved to caress lennon’s jaw, torturously slow, her mind set on making lennon feel flustered; if she could make the other stutter just by looking at her with those hungry eyes and deliberate touch, she would be happy. “of course you do, baby,” she smirked, leaning in to kiss lennon’s jaw and the sweet spot on her neck. “you looked so pretty being all bold and demanding, but seeing you under me makes me go feral, babygirl,” she promised, whispering those words close to her ear, making sure to nibble her earlobe as she did so. she loved seeing how responsive she was to her, the way her head pressed into the backseat cushions at the light touch of her fingers making her smirk. “you’ve been really good for me, so maybe you’ve earned it,” and with that, scarlet slid, ever so torturously slow, two digits inside her girlfriend. “you’re so wet for me,” she purred, whispering against her jaw as she started moving her fingers in and out of her. “i want that bold little mouth of yours to tell me how this feels, babygirl.”

#ft. lennon hendrix #nsfw tw.

Lennon felt a shiver run through her as Scarlet’s words hit her—maybe you should show me just how much you want this, pretty girl. She grinned, that playful spark lighting up her eyes as she leaned just a little closer, letting the warmth of Scarlet’s breath brush against her skin. Every brush of their hands sent sparks up her arms, and she couldn’t help but feel a little giddy, heart racing. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” Lennon said, voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She traced a finger along Scarlet’s hand slowly, deliberately, letting her thumb brush against the back in a way that felt intimate and electric. “But… I think I can give you a little preview.” Lennon tilted her head, a playful grin tugging at her lips as she brushed her fingers along her own waist and up-wards, deliberately slow, letting Scarlet see the small, teasing movements. She shifted slightly, leaning just enough to catch Scarlet’s gaze, her expression full of mischief and confidence. Every glance, every subtle movement was meant to make Scarlet’s chest tighten, to hold her attention, and Lennon reveled in the quiet thrill of being watched, feeling powerful and playful all at once. Lennon let her playful grin linger a moment longer before slowly reaching for Scarlet’s hand. Her fingers wrapped around it gently, and she lifted it to her lips, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to the palm. "You see this hand?” Lennon murmured softly, voice low and teasing. “These fingers.” She held Scarlet’s hand a little longer, letting the connection linger, letting the quiet intimacy and flirtation speak louder than words ever could. Slowly, deliberately, she guided Scarlet’s hand to where she wanted it.

if that was a dream, scarlet didn't want to wake up. the way lennon whispered, the neediness trapped in that car, the way they both were looking at each other drunk in that moment—that was heaven. she didn't believe in it, but she was sure of what was where she wanted to go. scarlet wasn't someone who often went speechless, but she was liking how wordy lennon was being and how she was flirting, playing, and making her want her more by the second. as lennon took her hand and kissed the palm of it, she felt goosebumps all over her skin. "where do you want this hand, baby?" she smirked. she looked down at the blonde now guiding her hand down her body. she smirked. "oh baby, i know where you want it" she smirked, her eyes were on lennon as she started circling her clit with her thumb dangerously slow as she wanted to break lennon in that same moment by her slow actions. "who do you belong to, Lennon? i want to hear it. let's see if you will earn my fingers"

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon’s lips curved into a sly, teasing grin, her eyes flicking up to meet Scarlet’s with a spark that was equal parts playful and desperate. “Mm, you always know exactly what I want, don’t you?” Lennon purred, her voice low and teasing, a little needy at the edges. She bit her lower lip, letting her gaze roam over Scarlet in that slow, deliberate way that made it impossible to look away. “You have no idea what you do to me." Lennon’s eyes followed Scarlet every step of the way, her gaze hungry but playful, taking in the way she moved with effortless confidence and a teasing sway. She let out a low, appreciative hum, leaning against the door frame just enough to stretch the moment. “You really know how to make a girl wait,” Lennon murmured, voice teasing but tinged with want. Her hands itched to reach out, but she held back, letting Scarlet’s movements draw her in instead. Her eyes lingered on every curve, every playful gesture, entirely captivated. Her hands ghosted over Scarlet’s sides as she moved closer, hips pressing lightly, teasing with the promise of more. “You want me to make you scream?” Lennon whispered, leaning her forehead against hers, letting her warmth mingle with Scarlet’s. Her hands grazed the hem of her dress, tugging it over her head and tossing it aside with a teasing smirk. Her eyes flicked to Scarlet’s, dark and playful, a little needy, like she couldn’t wait any longer but wanted Scarlet to savor the moment too. “Now…” she murmured, voice low and husky, “do you wanna do the honors of taking off the rest?”

as she looked at the girl in the backseat, scarlet couldn’t help but smirk; lennon could drive anyone crazy, she was effortlessly beautiful, and everyone knew it, but the way she looked at her made scarlet feel like she was the only person in the world. “of course i know how to make a girl wait,” she teased, her voice low and playful. “this isn’t my first time, babygirl.” the tension between them thickened as lennon leaned closer, her hands brushing against scarlet’s, her movements slow and deliberate. every inch of space between them felt charged, heavy with anticipation. scarlet tilted her head, studying her girlfriend with that familiar mix of mischief and affection. “you really do know how to get under my skin,” she whispered, her breath warm against lennon’s ear. for a moment, she just lingered there, letting the air between them hum with quiet electricity before she added, “maybe you should show me just how much you want this, pretty girl.”

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon’s breath hitched, her head tipping back against the seat as Scarlet’s words wrapped around her like fire. Her lips parted, her voice trembling but laced with that sweet, desperate approval Scarlet craved. “Oh, god… you know I’ll be good for you,” she whispered, biting down on her bottom lip again, her eyes glassy with want. She tilted her head into Scarlet’s touch, practically melting into the hand at her neck. Her thighs shifted restlessly, the need making her voice come out half-plea, half-purr. Her gaze darted to the back seat, then back to Scarlet’s hungry eyes, a wicked little smile curling her lips. “If you tell me to get back there… I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you say. I just—” her voice cracked on a whimper, “—I need you so bad, Scarlet.” She leaned in, brushing her lips teasingly close, but not quite kissing, letting Scarlet feel the heat of her breath. Lennon’s fingers suddenly wrapped around Scarlet’s wrist, pulling her hand back from her underwear with a shaky but determined grip. Her chest rose and fell in quick, hungry breaths, eyes locked on Scarlet with that glint of reckless need. Before Scarlet could fire back, Lennon slid off the front seat, her body moving quick and fluid, and slipped into the back. She stretched herself out across the leather, long legs drawing up in a slow, deliberate pose, arching just enough to make the view impossible to ignore. Her blonde hair spilled across the seat, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked at Scarlet like she was already ruined, already waiting to be taken apart. “See?” Lennon breathed, running her hands down her own body with a little smirk that betrayed her nerves and need all at once. “I’m being your good girl.” Her voice dropped into a needy whimper, inviting, taunting all at once. “Now get back here and make me scream like you promised.”

scarlet loved lennon—she had always been her type, but that wasn’t the important thing; she loved how cool she was, the way she said her name, the way she was so independent but still needed her. at those words scarlet smirked—of course she was going to be her good girl; she always was. she loved how lennon could melt against her at the smallest touch. she looked at her as if she were the most important thing in the world, because in that moment she was: a look that mixed adoration, love, and lust, impossible to hide how worked up she was to have lennon the way she wanted. “of course you need me, baby,” she whispered against her lips. “i noticed when you practically begged me to let you eat me out in a bathroom stall,” she smirked, tucking a lock of hair behind her girlfriend’s ear. the way lennon had stopped her from continuing in that seat made scarlet smile—she could tell how hard that had been for lennon, because she wanted that pleasure so badly. still, it was equally amusing to watch her slip into the back seat, strike a pose, and look like a total angel with her hair spilled on the leather and her legs drawn up. “you’re going to be the death of me,” she smirked, shaking her head before looking back at her. “of course i will make you scream, my good girl,” she promised, stepping out and opening the back door—no one was going to see them there. “ugh, i want to hear you scream so bad,” she said, voice raspy. “but first i want you to take those pretty clothes off for me; i bet you’re dripping wet just for me.”

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon’s thighs squeezed together instinctively, her breath catching as Scarlet’s hand ghosted away again. She let out the softest, neediest little whimper, all pout and fire as she turned in her seat, giving Scarlet those big, desperate eyes. Her voice came out breathy, laced with frustration and flirtation. “You’re such a tease,” she whispered, lips parted. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” Her hips shifted again, searching for any kind of friction, her body practically aching. “You drive me crazy,” she added, voice sweet but trembling, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. When Scarlet turned the engine off and cupped her jaw like that—like Lennon belonged to her and they both knew it—her breath hitched again. Her eyes fluttered shut, just for a second, before she looked up through her lashes. Her voice was a low, sultry hum, laced with need and defiance. She bit her lower lip, eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and longing. “Well, what if I said the secret third option and said both?” she murmured, voice soft but daring. “What if I said I want you right here and at home with Presley again?” Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Scarlet’s arm, playful and electric. “Why choose when I can have you twice over?” She smiled then, slow and wicked. She leaned in, their lips barely brushing, her voice barely audible now. “Right now though? I want your hand back between my thighs. I want you right now, right here—because you made me like this." Lennon’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight, the challenge igniting a fire beneath her skin. She leaned in close, voice dripping with playful heat. “Use your hand, your tongue, yourself, whatever you want—just get me off and get us back home for round three."

of course scarlet knew what she was doing—she was trying to drive her girlfriend crazy, and she wasn’t being shy about it. she loved hearing those needy whimpers, seeing that pout, and the way lennon looked at her was just a bonus. she was addicted to the effect she had on her, and even if it wasn’t new, it never stopped amusing her. “i know, but you love having to work for it, don’t you, baby?” she asked, her voice raspy as her gaze lingered on the blonde sitting there with her hand between her thighs. “i love driving you crazy, i love those little moans, and that little pout of yours begging me to make you cum in my car.” she smiled, watching lennon bite her bottom lip, savoring that sweet moment in her car. lennon couldn’t have imagined how much scarlet was enjoying it—enough to actually pull over on the side of the road. she adored that mischievous glint in lennon’s eyes. “someone’s feeling risky,” she smirked, leaning closer to her girl, her hand possessively cupping her cheek before sliding to the back of her neck. “i can’t say no to having you twice,” she whispered with a smile, her hand moving south again, slipping back inside her underwear. “i made you like this—what a bad girl,” she teased, leaning in even closer. “what if i tell you to get in the back seat so i can make you scream in my car? will you be a good girl for me, lennon?”

#ft. lennon hendrix

✧ into women but ... what about him? ✧

Lennon’s lips parted with a breathy gasp. Her body was already betraying her, following every move Scarlet made like a magnet. “I'm not trying to think,” she whispered, voice almost a whimper. Scarlet’s fingers had moved with practiced ease—teasing, stopping just when Lennon needed her most. It was driving her insane. Every time the touch faded, her hips shifted, seeking it out, silently begging. Scarlet was having her fun, and Lennon could feel it in the way she kept her own composure, in how she made Lennon squirm. The worst part was, it was working—she was aching, desperate, nearly trembling in the passenger seat. Then Scarlet had gone still. So Lennon, bold with frustration, slipped her own hand between her thighs, a bratty defiance. She needed something—anything. She let out a moan, louder than she meant to, not even caring. She saw the way Scarlet’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel, how her jaw tightened as her eyes fluttered shut for a second. Lennon’s thighs clenched around her own hand. "Says who?" Her voice was shaky when she replied, but filled with helpless honesty. “I know it does." Then came the final blow. Lennon’s cheeks flushed. Her pride warred with her need—but her body had already decided. “I’ll beg,” she breathed, eyes heavy, lips trembling. “Please, Scarlet, please." Lennon let out a soft, sulky sigh, eyes flicking toward Scarlet with a teasing glint. “I’m too pretty to do all the hard work,” she said, lips curling into a smirk. “And you know it.”

she loved how desperate lennon looked in the passenger seat, the way those breathy gasps and soft whispers slipped from her lips—it lit something inside scarlet, she was having the time of her life. the way lennon’s hips shifted, how she silently begged for more, only for scarlet to pull her fingers away, made the need in her eyes burn even brighter, and it had scarlet’s smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. she kept her expression calm, amused, like none of it affected her, like she wasn’t falling apart just from watching her girl fall apart. the bratty little noise lennon made when scarlet stopped had her gripping the wheel tighter, her knuckles white. “says me,” she murmured, her voice dripping with honey and desire. at the soft begging, scarlet finally turned to look at her. “what if i wanted to see you fall apart on our bed instead of in my car?” she asked steadily, gaze sharp and sure. “you’re too pretty to be anything less than my perfect pillow princess,” she added with a nod, confident and proud. “of course i know it, baby, i know exactly how to treat my girl.” and with that, she pulled off the road, lights off, engine cut. “so tell me, babygirl,” she said, voice low, her hand leaving the wheel to cup lennon’s jaw, “do you want to cum right here in my car, or should we wait till we’re home? it’s your choice.” she leaned in, her eyes locked on hers. “tell me, babygirl—what do you want?”

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon wasn’t used to losing control. She lived in her head most of the time—calculated, composed, never the type to unravel without permission. But Scarlet had a way of pulling it out of her, undoing her piece by piece, until all that was left was instinct and want. Lennon’s throat was dry. She swallowed hard, lips parted, but nothing came out at first. She didn’t know if she was trembling from pleasure or the overwhelming loss of control, but it didn't matter—both felt the same when Scarlet touched her. “I can’t think,” she whispered, breath shaky. “I can’t—focus.” Scarlet’s fingers moved again, slower now, her touch maddening and perfect. Lennon let out a shaky breath, head tipping back against the seat. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.” She hated how desperate she sounded, how easily she gave in—but God, she loved it too. Her thighs twitched slightly, trying to move closer, to pull more out of her girlfriend’s touch. Lennon closed her eyes, biting her lip. She could feel heat rise in her cheeks, her chest. Her entire body was lit up with wanting. There was no hiding how much she was needy. Scarlet had found every weak spot, every button, and pushed them. Then the car slowed, came to a full stop. And so did Scarlet’s fingers. Lennon whimpered, quiet, instinctive—her hips subtly trying to follow the movement that was no longer there. Her body burned in protest. Lennon’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Lennon sat trembling, thighs pressed tight together, breath coming out in ragged pulls. Scarlet's smirk was still heavy on her skin, her fingers cruelly still, like the red light had been designed just to punish her. But Lennon had her own edges. Her own way of snapping the tension between them. Her gaze stayed on Scarlet, sharp and smoldering under the veil of submission. Then, without saying a word, Lennon brought her hand up—slow, deliberate—and licked her own palm, her tongue dragging across the skin in one long, unbroken line. She didn’t look away. She wanted Scarlet to see. Then she slipped her hand down between her legs. She gasped at her own touch—less practiced, less teasing than Scarlet's, but raw and necessary. Her fingers slid over herself, slick already from the way Scarlet had worked her up. Lennon arched her hips slightly, finding the rhythm she needed—just enough to take the edge off, to chase the release Scarlet had denied her. She moaned out loud prettily. “You said I looked hot,” she breathed, eyes flickering with challenge. “You wanna see what I look like when I come without you?”

there was something so amusing in the way she didn't have to look at her girlfriend to know how she reacted to her touch, how her breath hitched, how she went silent for a second. it was just so amusing, and there was something in the fact that it was happening practically in public that made scarlet's heart race inside her chest. "you don't need to think right now, babygirl" she promised, a smirk tugging the corners of her lips. as the blonde told her she wanted her to touch her, desperately following her moves so she could get more contact. scarlet had decided she would have a nice time, so when she noticed how her body protested as her fingers stopped moving, she was being a total tease, wanting to see how much her girlfriend wanted her to touch her on their way home. the way she looked at her made scarlet look at the blonde, now looking for her own relief. the way she slipped her hand between her legs in an almost bratty way of getting what she wanted made scarlet look back to the road. hearing the girl moaning out loud made scarlet close her eyes for a second before she started driving once more. "you're not going to come without me" scarlet assured, "you know it feels better when i do it" she smirked, "are you going to keep doing it yourself or are you going to beg me to make you finish over my car's seat, babygirl?"

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon was trying—really trying—to keep it together, but Scarlet wasn’t making it easy. The car ride was supposed to be calm, the post-night-out cool down, windows slightly cracked, soft music humming through the speakers. But none of that mattered. Not when Scarlet’s hand was headed towards where she wanted her most, her touch feather-light and maddening. She shifted in her seat, biting the inside of her cheek, trying to focus on anything other than the slow, deliberate circles Scarlet was tracing against her skin. Her breath hitched again—subtle, but not subtle enough. Lennon’s fingers tightened around the edge of the seat, her jaw clenched like she could will herself into focus. But her skin was buzzing, her nerves on fire. Scarlet hadn’t even said anything—just sat there with that maddening smirk, her eyes on the road like she wasn’t slowly unraveling her from the inside out. “Scarlet…” Lennon warned, but her voice came out weaker than she intended—more breath than words. Scarlet didn’t stop. If anything, her hand crept a little higher, closer to slipping underneath the material. “God, I can’t—” Lennon exhaled sharply, her head falling back against the headrest. Her whole body was tense, her chest rising and falling too fast for the slow pace of the drive. She reached out blindly, grabbing Scarlet’s wrist, but even her grip lacked resolve. “You know I can’t think when you do that.” And she couldn’t. Every thought had been stripped clean out of her brain the second Scarlet’s hand touched her skin. Lennon was undone—completely, helplessly undone. And Scarlet hadn’t even broken a sweat. Lennon nodded softly, her eyes meeting Scarlet’s with a quiet intensity. She let out a soft sigh, the weight of desire and affection blending together in the moment. Her heart was racing, but there was also a calmness in knowing that Scarlet was right there with her, sharing the same space, the same feelings. “I do,” Lennon murmured, her voice low and sincere. Her breath was steady, but her heart was racing with the closeness, the intimacy, the trust. “I want this... with you. Please, Scarlet,” she whispered, her voice gentle but filled with need. “I want this, I want you... please don’t stop.”

scarlet loved being in control, she really did. she loved seeing lennon squirm under her touch, seeing her eyes on her as if she was the only thing important in the room, which was the way she looked at the blonde—always focused on her even if she was driving. she wasn’t able to look at her the way she would if they were home, but she noticed her hands tightening around the edge of the seat and her breath hitching, which was enough to make scarlet smile. she was loving it. the way her fingers felt warm against her skin, how she breathed out her name as her fingers trailed circles over her underwear. the way she reacted under her touch was enough for scarlet to want to keep doing that forever. “you can’t what, babygirl?” the girl asked, as she moved her fingers inside her underwear, finally touching her girlfriend the way she wanted to. the way her girlfriend reacted was enough to make her own heart race. the way she sighed. “you do, you want me to touch you?” she smirked, her finger now tracing her entrance. “i love when you get so needy,” she smirked, her fingers working on her girlfriend as she drove. when she stopped at a red light, her fingers stopped as well, her own way of teasing lennon. “red light,” she smirked. “you look so hot and needy, babygirl.”

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon couldn’t help but smile as she watched Scarlet work her usual magic. There was a certain tension between them, something playful and teasing, but also deeply familiar. It wasn’t just the casual flirtation that came with their relationship —it was the kind of energy that only they could understand. Between the teasing smiles and the way Scarlet’s words always seemed to pull a reaction, there was a connection Lennon had come to rely on, something that had grown so natural between them over time. Scarlet had this way of making Lennon feel both nervous and eager, like she could never quite predict what was coming next. It was clear in the way Lennon’s heart would race at the soft nicknames Scarlet used, or the way her pulse quickened when they exchanged looks. It was almost like a game, but one that was so deeply in sync they both knew exactly how to play it. Lennon felt a little breathless. She didn’t even have to respond to know Scarlet was watching her every move, feeling the shift in the air between them. As they made their way home, the energy between them only seemed to grow. The way Scarlet leaned in, her hand casually brushing against Lennon’s thigh, was a move she knew all too well. She leaned back against the passenger's seat the moment she felt the other girl's fingers caressing and tracing over her underwear. She bit down on her bottom lip slightly as her own hand wrapped around Scarlet's wrist to keep it in the place she wanted. "Keeping moving your fingers against me and you just might." Scarlet knew what she was doing. Lennon could feel her heart race increase. "Ahh, mmm, fuck."

their relationship had always worked that way, at first probably more innocent, learning how to navigate a polyamorous relationship—now, everything worked like clockwork. scarlet was so happy to have found her people. she was attracted to lennon and prestley in a way she never expected, and she loved it. their playful flirting always ended the same way. at the beginning of the night, lennon had made her feel amazing in one of the stalls, and now, on their way home, scarlet was going to be the one making lennon pant and moan—that was her goal. she could feel her heart racing in her chest, the dim light making it easy to spot the subtle movement on her top. she noticed how her breath hitched as her hand made its way up her thigh. she wanted to focus on the road, but missing her reaction to her touch felt like a crime. scarlet’s fingers slipped into the other’s pants, and she couldn’t help but smirk at her words. "oh, i know already, and we both know you’ll be moaning my name way before we get home," she smiled, her fingers teasingly caressing over her underwear. "or maybe i’ll just tease you until then and see how desperate you get later," she mused. "how are you feeling, babygirl? do you wanna come for me in this car?" she asked, finally moving her panties to the side with slow, deliberate intent.

#ft. lennon hendrix #nsfw tw.

Lennon’s heart raced as Scarlet’s words brushed against her ear. The teasing energy between them was something Lennon always found impossible to resist. It wasn’t just about the attraction—it was the way Scarlet had a way of drawing her in, making every moment feel electric, like nothing else mattered except the two of them. She loved how she made her feel—alive, bold, and ready to embrace whatever mischief they were about to create together. Scarlet’s playful affection made Lennon’s pulse quicken, a knowing smile tugging at her lips when she heard Scarlet repeat the words, my bad girl. Lennon’s eyes sparkled, her lips curving into a smile that was a little wicked, a little teasing. "I kind of like you calling me that." Sliding into the car beside her, Lennon couldn't help but smile as the engine roared to life. She loved how Scarlet always had this way of setting the tone, making every moment feel special, even when it was just them two in the car. With a teasing glance, Lennon leaned back in her seat, her voice soft but filled with playful affection. “You always know just how to make me want more,” she said, her eyes meeting Scarlet’s, her expression a perfect mix of challenge and admiration. Lennon felt her pulse quicken as Scarlet’s words lingered in the air. She couldn’t deny the heat between them, the way her body responded without a second thought. Her lips parted slightly, her voice a soft murmur as she answered, full of need. “I want it,” Lennon whispered, her gaze locking with Scarlet’s. “I want you to touch me.” Her tone was clear, no hesitation, just the raw truth of what she felt. "I can't think of anything I want more."

both girls were always ready to have fun with the other. the world wouldn’t be able to understand the tension, the willingness to always be close to the other. the only person who would understand was their boyfriend, that other person who seemed to love the electricity they shared as much as they did. scarlet had mastered the art of making the girl nervous, making her feel eager to be with her, and she could see it in the way she reacted to those sweet nicknames she always came up with to get a reaction from the blonde. "of course you do, i think i could hear your heart racing from here," she smirked, winking playfully at the girl. as their little trip back home started, scarlet couldn’t help smirking. "of course i do, how couldn't i?" she smiled. as the blonde told her she wanted to touch her, the girl smirked, her free hand moving to slowly caress the girl's thigh. she wanted to tease the other; they both knew she wanted this, and scarlet wasn’t going to be the one denying her girl what she wanted. at some point, the femme leaned closer to the other, and for the first time since the ride started, she snuck her hand inside the girl's pants, her fingers caressing over her underwear. "of course you want this," she whispered, her eyes on the road, but her attention was on the blonde next to her. "and what i want is you getting all hot and bothered in this car."

#ft. lennon hendrix

Lennon felt the magnetic pull between them as Scarlett drew her closer, the air crackling with an undeniable chemistry. Every glance, every touch felt charged, like something simmering just beneath the surface. When Scarlett's words reached her, Lennon couldn't help but smile, her heart skipping a beat. "Well, I can see why you feel that way," Lennon replied with a teasing glint in her eyes, her voice light and playful as she allowed Scarlett to guide them toward the car. The energy between them was electric, and Lennon loved how effortlessly Scarlett could bring that out in her. She leaned in slightly, her tone lowering just enough to add a bit of flirtation. "But I don't know… I like a little mischief in my life," Lennon said, her lips curving into a smirk. The promise in Scarlett's voice made her pulse quicken. She was never one to back down from a playful challenge. "And I’m pretty sure you like it too." As Scarlett whispered, Lennon felt the heat rise between them. She was close enough now that she could feel the warmth of Scarlett’s breath against her skin, and the sensation made her eyes sparkle. With a wink, she let Scarlett open the car door for her, every word and every glance building that irresistible tension. "You know," Lennon began, her tone soft and teasing, "I think I prefer being your bad girl better" She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. Lennon slid into the car, her movements smooth and effortless, but as she settled in, she bent just enough to look over her shoulder at Scarlett, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Enough checking out the view when you can get a better view from in here."

being with lennon always brought her so much joy. not only did she get to spend time with her girl, but their moments together were incredible in every possible way. the teasing energy, the attraction—it always left scarlet wanting more. as she led lennon toward the car, confidence radiated from her; she didn’t care about the rest of the world. when the blonde confessed she liked a little mischief, scarlet couldn’t help but smile. of course you do, she whispered against the shell of lennon’s ear, her voice laced with playful affection. "and i love when you get all mischievous," she added, pulling back just enough to meet lennon's gaze. "my bad girl?" she smirked, loving the way those words sounded between them. "i love it." with that, she slipped to the other side of the car, climbed in, and started the engine. "i can get the best view," she mused, turning the music down as she pulled onto the road. her voice softened, teasing, intimate. "i just want to hear you… how bad do you want me to touch you, baby?"

" Hey, it's not burned!" PRestley protested"It's just refined well done" He added with a very cheerful grin" and I'm not creepy, if i was in a romcom, what im doing right now would be considered cute" He protested"I'm not really hungry" he then muttered faintly"I'll eat sometime later today, it's not like I won't have time for it later. I'm gonna be home all day"

“prestley, it’s practically all black, this has not been tastefully well done,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her coffee—black, as always. “i’ve never been the kind to like romcoms, i’ll still think you’re a creep,” scarlet smirked at her boyfriend, teasing him effortlessly. her eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head slightly. “how are you going to be home all day? what did you do?” she asked, suspicion lacing her voice as she eyed him curiously.

#ft. prestley cooper

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