a/n: hi, i’m so sorry i took so long with this, school’s been kicking my ass. i really hate this but hope you enjoy !
mdni. attention whore jinx. mean reader (unnecessarily so). thigh riding (obv). pathetic jinx. not proofread! nsfw under the cut.
getting any sort of work done with jinx around usually proved to be quite difficult, but today was an entirely different situation. her usual quips had turned into snide remarks, and her fleeting touches into full blown groping. it was as if the girl was in fucking heat.
you’d been working on various projects with nearby deadlines, taking advantage of the little free time you were granted, what with college and work eating up the majority of your time. you had talked to jinx about this, about how you need to be spending your free time productively so as to not fall behind. and you assumed she understood, well, she said she did.
clearly the little compromise she had in her had been quickly used up, well before noon, which was exactly when she decided to make her way over to where you sat, eyes glued to your laptop as your fingers worked deftly against the keys, the methodical click! soothing, but robotic and unfeeling.
you paid the cobalt-haired girl hovering beside you no mind as you finally submitted your first project, internally applauding yourself for your hard work. it wasn’t until you felt cold, slender fingers moving gently along the expanse of your bare thigh, drawing designs and scratching against the soft skin, that you looked up to see your gorgeous, but very annoying girlfriend.
“yes, pretty girl?” you asked her, eyebrow cocked slightly as her hand kept playing your leg like a fiddle.
“what? can’t i just be close to my girlfriend?” she scoffs, avoiding eye contact. you knew she had no such innocent intentions. you had seen her thighs clenching since early that morning, likely due to a wet dream. she tended to get those quite often, and it was no surprise to you when you noticed a damp spot on her light grey panties when she arose from your shared bed. despite the temptation, you abstained, focusing completely on your study and work plan for the day.
jinx however, was not so determined to do anything productive, especially not with the throbbing in her cunt from the moment she woke up. she wanted you, she knew you knew it. so why were you torturing her?
“jinx,” you began sternly, “i’m busy. i told you, today is not the day for me to be dealing with your bullshit. i need to get this done.” she whined at your words, but retreated with a mumble under her breath you didn’t quite catch, likely a mockery of you in some shape or form.
3:15 p.m. the clock ticked methodically as you stretched your limbs. unbeknownst to you, jinx was watching you like a hawk. her eyes drifted from your outstretched arms to where your stomach had been exposed from under your t-shirt, her pupils dilating at the sight of your soft skin. she wanted your attention. she wanted you to make her feel good.
she huffed in annoyance as she hopped up off the couch, stalking towards you. “why are you ignoring me?” she asked, arms crossed and a childish pout sported on her slightly chapped lips.
you looked over at her, almost rolling your eyes at her petulance. “i’m not ignoring you, baby. i’m just busy today. don’t be a brat-” before you could finish your sentence, your chair was pushed out from under the table, and jinx plopped her ass down on one of your thighs.
“please, baby.” she whimpered, attempting to sport the most convincing puppy eyes she could muster.
“fuck, you’re such a slut” you complained, spanking one of her thighs. she moaned out at the feeling, hips immediately rolling against you, her sticky, panty-clad pussy rubbing up against your plush thigh.
you roll your eyes, but decide to compromise with her. it’s not like she was gonna wait any longer, especially not now that she’d gotten a taste of the pleasure you could give her.
“fine. but don’t you fucking dare interrupt me while i do this. you either get off on my thigh, alone, or you don’t cum at all. got it?” you spat, looking at her with faux abhorrence.
“yes, yes, thank you!” she panted, rolling her hips deftly against your thigh. you could feel her slick staining your skin. fuck, she was so wet. her pussy had always been the sloppiest you’d ever seen, but this was another level. clearly, your neglect had ridden her utterly desperate.
as you continued to work on your laptop, you listened to her moans and whimpers, until she groaned in frustration. suddenly, she lifted herself off of your thigh, shucking her pesky panties down her legs and off of her body completely, exposing her milky white cunt to the cold air. she shivered at the feeling of her swollen clit coming into contact with her surroundings, but she soon returned back to your thigh, moaning whorishly at the new, more intense sensation of her bare, creamy pussy against you.
she now rocked her hips with a newfound fervour, looking at your face, your disinterested gaze not looking onto hers even once. she whined at your ignorance, “please look at me”, she grabbed your jaw, turning your head to look at her disheveled appearance.
you ripped her hand away from your face angrily, face contorting into one she was slightly afraid of. you spanked her ass cheek harshly, scolding her for her disobedience. she physically retreated into herself at the harsh contact, you knew her tricks. you could feel her pussy clenching against your thigh at your cruelty.
“didn’t i tell you not to distract me? i generously gave you my thigh, even though i should have let you suffer by yourself, and this is how you repay me? by disobeying the one fucking order i gave you?” she couldn’t reply, slightly stunned by your poisonous words, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. her pussy gushed with a renewed stream of creamy arousal as she was pushed off of your leg, gasping as her ass pushed against the table.
you turn her around, pulling her back against your thigh, but this time she couldn’t directly look at you. “you’re gonna get off on my thigh, and you’re not gonna look at me once. i don’t give a fuck about what you need. i’m finishing my work, and you’re just gonna have to finish yourself off.”
she whimpered, but started grinding her tight little cunt against your thigh nonetheless. “yes, baby. i’m sorry”
“that’s what i thought” you scoffed, going back to your laptop. all jinx could do was cry out as she heard the click clack of the keyboard once again, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to change your mind.
hot tears streamed down her face as her pussy contracted and pulsed against you, rocking herself back and forth, side to side.
she prayed she’d be able to get herself to cum, eventually. poor baby.
Should the White Rose Kiss the Lavender, Chapter 4: A Duet in Sweat and Silk
Alone in Lux's room, with nothing left to hold them back, Jinx and Lux explore each other with visceral abandon and a few surprises. But will the past truly leave them undisturbed?
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Notes: 🔞Tags changed 😏Jinx had ideas. Who am I to stop her?
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Cover art for this fic is coming. I'll put it on the front page when it's done.
Come get y’all food. Viktor being a creep. Jayce getting turned on by it. Divorce banter. Fighting that turns into fucking. I’ve got it all. Pspspspsps
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