the days leading up to her period, jinx’s breasts feel exceptionally tender. she’s tried everything to quell the sensation: kneading at the fatty tissue of her sore little tits; grabbing two, chilled canisters of chem-fluid from her workshop and holding them against her chest; tugging and pinching her pink, petulant nipples in a futile attempt to bully them into docility; slathering lotion and oil onto the ample swelling of her breasts; abandoning all dignity, pressing her thin, wiry body against your back, and just rub, rubbing her chest against you.
seemingly nothing helps.
well, nothing except the warm, wet muscle of your tongue laving over the pointed, inflamed peaks of her breasts. the effect your mouth has on her is complicated. the pain doesn’t leave so much as it splits itself into two new sensations; partial relief, partial white-hot oversensitivity. instinctually, jinx tries to run away from the paradoxical sensations, “unghhh, hurts, hurts, hurts—!” but you hold her still as drool dribbles down her chin, as a strangled keen catches in her throat, as her wet cunt pulses dismally around nothing because, absurd as it sounds, jinx has always preferred her pleasure to be threaded with a little bit of hurt.
jinx has always had a vivid imagination. her creative yet chaotic mind is something she’ll never be rid of, so it makes sense when that transfers over into her REM state of sleep.
she used to have night terrors—relentless, haunting things that made sleep feel like a battleground. but since meeting you, she says the nightmares have subsided. as long as you’re sleeping beside her, jinx’s dreams are nothing more than a quiet, endless void—a darkness that, for once, feels safe.
but you have an inkling as to what she really dreams about now. because every night, once she drifts deep enough, her hips begin shifting, moving lazily against your leg.
it starts off languid, almost imperceptible, but the further her dreams pull her under, her movements grow more insistent, more intense. soft whines escape her chapped lips, her breath hitching as she unconsciously seeks out friction. even in her sleep, she's desperate for something just out of reach, lost in a world of sensation she won't remember in the morning.
you can feel it—the heat of her pussy, the dampness seeping through her thin, pink panties, smearing against your bare thigh. she’s soaked, wet and sticky, sloppy in her haste to make herself come.
her fingers twitch where they rest on the sheets, grasping at nothing, moaning sleepily, “uhh, uhh, mmm.”
you tense your thigh, helping to create more pleasurable friction while jinx humps you like a dumb mutt, and you wonder what she’s dreaming about. is she remembering how you stuffed her needy pussy full of cock earlier that day? how you fingered her in that gross, grimy alleyway the other week, making her cry?
her slutty body is completely debauched while her face is peaceful with sleep, mirroring a fallen angel. the juxtaposition is amusing—funny almost—and so is the way jinx’s pussy always needs your constant attention, even in a state of rest.
she’s teasing you and she doesn’t even know it.
every night she only sleeps in a little pair of panties, her legs and torso bare, pink nipples pebbled due to the bite of chilly air. and right now, all you want is to push her panties to the side, to stuff your nose inside her cunt until her pheromones make you feel drunk, to kitten-lick her little hole while her arousal soaks your chin like honey nectar, to feel her spongy walls cling to your fingers like a corset drawn too tight.
her nose is wiggling like a bunny, pink tongue sticking out between her parted lips. you imagine she’s dreaming of kissing you now, of how you fuck your tongue inside her mouth until she grows dumb, how all she can do is hang onto you for comfort while you ravage her sweet lips.
she’s such a needy little thing, always relying on you to make her grow stupid and mindless.
jinx looks so sexy like this; vulnerable and trusting, unaware of the depraved thoughts running through her own mind. the bed is starting to creak and shake with the strength behind her thrusts and you’re surprised she hasn’t woken up yet.
you know she’s getting close because she’s humping against you sloppy and staccato now. her panties are nothing more than a sopping, squelching mess every time they make contact with your thigh. you can hear the obscene sound clearly in the quiet of your bedroom, the way the soaked fabric clings and sticks to jinx’s swollen pussy lips, only to peel away with a lewd, wet schlick.
her eyebrows are creased and she’s panting with more desperation. your own cunt throbs in sympathy.
”that’s it, baby. let it out, there ya go,” you murmur, brushing her bangs from her eyes.
and she listens to you—despite her unconscious state—because she comes against your thigh suddenly. her back arches like a drawn bow and her pussy is scalding hot like lava, a fresh flood of arousal gushing out of her tight hole.
her pink tongue lolls out, dripping down her chin with drool as she pants and mewls, drowning in the sensations that consume her dreaming mind. and as quickly as it began, it's over. jinx goes limp, collapsing against the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut. her little chest heaves as she gulps down air, her skin flushed in the darkness.
she settles back into the mattress, one of her thighs still thrown carelessly over your hip, pinning you in place. you don’t mind, finding a perverse sense of comfort in jinx’s claim on you, even in her sleep.
Pairing: Jester!Jinx x Princess!Reader.
Summary: Your court jester has made a habit of being over-the-top. When she tells an offensive joke at your birthday ball, she must be punished😉
Warnings: SMUT, dom!reader / sub!Jinx, power imbalance, punishment sex, bondage, face-sitting, clit slaps (jinx receiving), ruined orgasm (jinx receiving), no aftercare bc i suck :(
Word Count: 2.3k
The ballroom glittered like a jewel box. Gilded columns, chandeliers dripping with crystal light, and nobles dressed in colors so rich they looked stolen from an impressionist painter’s dreams. At the very center of it all was you. The birthday girl, the Crown Princess, draped in silk that effortlessly shimmered like moonlight.
The ball began without a hitch, but sometime after dinner, the lull set in. When you felt the air in the room was too stiff, the company too dull, and the music too rehearsed, you clapped your hands twice.
“Bring in the entertainment.”
In mere seconds, the double doors on the far end of the ballroom burst open. The Jester exploded onto the scene like a loose firework, tumbling through the grand room. Her motley costume was a harlequin-patterned bodice stitched in sapphire and plum, bells jingling at the end of her fool’s cap, leggings in mismatched stripes, and boots scuffed from too many acrobatic escapades. Her face was a clown-like shade of white, with hot-pink diamonds painted around her eyes.
The nobles’ polite conversation died a quick death. You had to admit, you found great pleasure in the fear and discomfort Jinx incited within the court, though you’d never outwardly show it. Jinx was a loose cannon; no one could predict what she’d do or say at any given moment. It had a tendency to make the courtiers feel uncomfortable, as if they were viewing a disaster of sorts, but were being held in place and forced to watch out of social and diplomatic obligation.
Jinx cartwheeled right past the royal orchestra, nearly knocking a violinist backward. She skidded to a halt at your feet with an extravagant bow so deep she nearly planted her forehead on the polished floor.
“Your Radiance!” she beamed up at you with bright, mischief-drunk eyes. “I come to offer the court a little sparkle on this joyous occasion!”
You merely raised an eyebrow, looking down your nose at her. “Try not to set anything on fire this time.”
“No promises!” she chirped, giving you a two-finger salute. She vaulted herself onto a banquet table before anyone could stop her. “Ladies, gentlefolk, and boring advisors!” Jinx cried out, arms thrown wide. To her credit, she was a captivating entertainer. “Tonight, we gather to celebrate our beautiful Princess! A woman of many talents, including…” She paused. Thought. “...sitting there looking very regal!”
A ripple of polite laughter shot through the younger nobles, much to the horrified dismay of their elders. You felt warmth creep up your neck. She continued pacing along the table’s length, boots narrowly missing gold-rimmed plates.
“Behold!” Jinx gestured dramatically toward you. “With a single flutter of her majestic eyelashes, the Princess can command armies! Shift alliances! And—most impressively—cause every suitor in the room to swoon into their champagne!”
Several nobles stiffened while a few bachelors choked on fruit tarts. You shot Jinx a disapproving glare. For some reason, this only seemed to spur her on more.
“Your future queen, ladies and gents! Perfect posture! Perfect smile! Perfect life!” She twirled a fingertip in the air like stirring a pot of invisible trouble. “Almost makes you wonder if she’s even human… or just a very pretty wind-up doll.”
If the ballroom had gone uncomfortably rigid before, it was frozen now. A scandalized gasp swept the hall like a breeze. The insinuation that you were a mere object—a decoration—shattered your carefully cultivated image of a strong, independent young woman preparing to lead a country.
It made you look weak.
“Don’t worry, Princess!” As the entire court seemed to be holding its breath, Jinx’s voice sounded louder than ever as she turned back to you, giving you an exaggerated wink. “I’ll wind you up anytime.”
You felt the blush burning now, but Jinx’s laughter was contagious—wild, carefree, refusing to bend to decorum. You felt the eyes of your courtiers on you, riveted to see your response. Were you really about to allow a member of your own staff to speak to you in such a disrespectful, openly salacious way?
You rose from your throne, face storm-dark.
“Jinx,” you hissed, voice like sharpened porcelain. “You are dismissed.”
Unaffected by the shift in your demeanor, Jinx did a backflip off the table and landed gracefully in front of you. She bowed again with a mocking flourish, bells jingling mischievously as she bounded toward the exit.
But as the party continued on, something kept nagging you like an itch you couldn’t quite scratch.
The Jester had openly disrespected you in a room full of people, and you had simply let her walk away unscathed. In a way, it had only proved her point; that you were a doll, meant to look pretty and nothing more. No bite.
You huffed, deciding it wasn’t enough to merely dismiss Jinx.
You would need to correct her behavior.
You didn’t bother knocking on Jinx’s bedroom door. After all, it was your palace. You pushed the door open with a decisive shove and stepped inside.
Jinx’s room was something you never could have imagined, and yet, it was so utterly Jinx. It looked like a carnival had exploded within four walls. Bright streamers hung from the ceiling beams, and paper lanterns glowed in mismatched colors. Sketches were pinned everywhere, some startlingly beautiful, others absolute nonsense. Trinkets cluttered every surface: juggling pins, half-finished inventions, glittering beads, and odd little wind-up toys that twitched when you passed as though greeting you personally.
She was still wearing her costume and makeup from earlier, and you briefly wondered if she wore it at all times on the off-chance the royals needed some cheering up, or if she simply hadn’t gotten changed from the party yet.
The bells on her hat jingled as her head snapped in your direction—obviously peeved someone would dare force their way into her private space—and then her features softened as she recognized you. She gasped, loud and theatrically scandalized, before sweeping into an exaggerated curtsey.
“My Princess,” she sing-songed.
“Jinx,” you replied flatly.
She rose, unbothered by both your tone and the cross look on your face. If she noticed your fury, she greeted it like an old friend.
“A gift for you,” she announced brightly, producing a single delicate handkerchief from her sleeve and offering it with a flourish. You only crossed your arms, giving her a deadpan stare. You knew this trick.
Her smile dropped, and she rolled her eyes dramatically before gripping the end of the cloth and giving it one sharp tug. More fabric slipped out—silks, satins, every color imaginable—unfurling in a cascading, seemingly never-ending chain. She kept pulling and pulling, each new square brighter than the last, her gaze locked stubbornly with yours as though daring you to break first.
You did not.
Finally, the last kerchief fluttered free. Only then did you extend a hand. Her eyes widened, and she smiled softly, dutifully placing the scarf in your palm. You pretended to admire the craftsmanship for a moment, and when you were sure her guard was down, you swiftly knocked her back onto the bed. You were upon her as quick as the drop of a guillotine, and just as deadly, securing her wrists to the bedpost. Once the initial shock wore off, she began a half-hearted attempt at fighting back.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
You finished tying the knot around her wrists and leaned back to deliver your explanation. “Jester, your jokes are crude and insensitive.”
She feigned offense. If she had proper use of her hands, she’d be clutching imaginary pearls. “My jokes are witty and hilarious, thank you very much!”
“As such,” you continued, ignoring her. “I cannot allow you to mock me in front of my entire court without repercussions.”
Her eyes widened, and an evil smirk grew on her lips.
“Oh, no, Princess, I’m terribly sorry,” she cried in an overly exaggerated tone that suggested she wasn’t sorry at all. “Please, oh, please don’t… punish me.” She batted her eyes at you in a highly suggestive manner. You frowned, pausing your movements.
“On second thought, perhaps I should just throw you in the stocks.”
She narrowed her eyes, calling your bluff, and you shifted your body weight slightly, pretending to be moving off her.
“I won’t learn my lesson!” The words burst from her, a toddler on the verge of a tantrum. Her face scrunched stubbornly in a way that you would have found cute if she weren’t so enraging.
“Oh?”
She shook her head, pouting. “I’ve always been more of a… hands-on learner.”
“Well…” You gave the scarf an experimental tug, smirking when it held firm. “Your hands won’t be on anything tonight.” She let out a dissatisfied whine in response. “None of that,” you chastised. “After all, this is meant to be a punishment.”
Your hands teased down her body slowly, past her tits, ribs, waist, and down to the swell of her hips. You peeled her leggings off with ease, and she didn’t put up a fight. Her legs fell open instantly, exposing her bare pussy to you.
She sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers connected with her clit, rubbing a single, soft circle on the already sensitive nub, a ghost of contact.
“What’s the matter, Jester? Out of jokes to tell?” You pressed harder, and she clenched her jaw, unwilling to release the vulgar sound that was curling in her throat. “It’s unlike you to be so quiet… Perhaps I should stop.” You removed your hand suddenly.
“No! Please!” She bucked her cunt upwards, chasing the sensation. She was already impossibly needy, though you’d barely even touched her.
You chuckled. Seeing her like this—on her back, defenseless, and squirming for any sort of attention… “Now this is genuinely amusing.”
You replaced your fingers on her clit, giving her the friction she’d been so desperately craving.
“I live to please.” Her reply was less sarcastic and more breathy than she meant it, but she couldn’t help it with you touching her most sensitive spot.
Without warning, your hand came down hard. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her back arched. She shivered and tried to hold back a broken cry. You went back to rubbing gently as if you hadn’t just struck her.
“Who’s a little doll now, hm?” You teased, making her cheeks glow a rosy pink color before landing another sharp slap. She let out a tiny whimper. “A little toy I can play with however I want… How exciting.”
You suddenly became too aware of the warmth pooling between your legs and decided Jinx was having too much fun for your liking. You deserved some fun, too. It was your birthday, after all.
You moved off her, and she whimpered at the loss of warmth, but her eyes widened as you removed your dress and undergarments until you were perched before her in nothing but a corset. She struggled against the fabric of her restraint, desperate to touch you, but the garment didn’t budge, and she let out a disgruntled groan. You placed your legs on either side of her bound arms, just beside her head, knees almost pressing into her shoulders. Face to face with your leaking pussy, Jinx’s breath hitched, and her eyes grew dazed.
“Live to please, do you?” You lowered yourself onto her mouth. “Go on then.”
As if jump-started, she greedily took everything you were willing to give. You knew that if her hands were free, she’d be clutching your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, and keeping you from ever lifting away from her, content to die with her head buried between your thighs.
She lapped at your cunt like she was starved. Her tongue traced impatient strokes around your folds before dipping inside to taste your sweetness. She enthusiastically sucked your swollen clit into her mouth, and you cried out; a loud, surprised sound. You felt her smile against you; she liked making you act improperly. You thought about giving her clit another slap, but you had told her to please you, and you supposed you couldn’t smite her for simply following through.
If Jinx were smart, she’d pace herself. Tease you every so often to prolong the length of time you spend in her bed, writhing on top of her. But Jinx had always been a spoiled little thing; temperance was not in her nature.
The knot in your stomach released soon enough, heat blooming in your core. Your thighs shook, and a loud moan escaped you before you could swallow it. Jinx messily continued lapping at you, swallowing every last drop of your release and moaning into you as if your pleasure was her own.
She humped the air, rutting her hips against nothing. Either out of pity or silent reward, you reached down and rubbed gentle circles on her clit, not bothering to admonish her when she bucked eagerly against your hand.
Just as she teetered over the edge, you removed your hand from her once again. She inhaled sharply as the momentum of her orgasm continued, but the pleasure came to a screeching halt, much like crashing directly into a brick wall. To make matters even worse, you landed a final, harsh slap directly to her clit, making her cry out against your dripping cunt.
As the aftershocks subsided, you pulled away and reveled in the sight of her. Lips drenched in your release, pussy red, hips twitching...
“Have you learned your lesson, dear Jester?”
A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Hm… I think you’ll have to teach me again…”
Thinking of sub Jinx with an equally submissive reader, and with a double ended dildo, and they both are completely overstimulated, whimpering and sobbing against eachother, but can't bring themselves to stop... ;)
mdni. sub-bottom jinx. sub-bottom fem-reader. sex toys. vaginal sex. unintentional edging. short drabble.
jinx masterlist
you thought it would be fun—the perfect compromise—buying a double-ended dildo so you and jinx could be fucked together, lost in the same pleasure. you’d tried fucking her before but you never had the drive, the dominance, to make her take it, to push her over the edge. and jinx was no better; she always got jealous when your hole was getting more attention than hers.
now, the lengthy, pink dildo is stuffed inside your cunt as far as it can manage, harshly stabbing into your cervix, but you find pleasure in the pain. and jinx is mewling all the while; making little desperate, frustrated noises, trying to fuck the dildo faster inside her own pussy, but it’s hard to manage—hard to find a steady rhythm, with the way you both pause to catch your breath at uncoordinated intervals.
”unghh, baby—need more,” you mewl, and you’re making small, weak sounds—burrowing into the crook of her neck, humping the toy further inside your cunt.
the way jinx clenches around the toy is barely perceptible, but you feel it—tiny, involuntary spasms as she tries to drive it deeper. you can feel the way her greedy cunt slightly pulls the toy from your hole, stuffing more inches inside her own.
jinx has never been good at sharing. neither has her pussy.
”faster, go faster—fuck!” she keens, nails digging crescents into your skin, and she’s whining high in her throat.
you try, rolling your hips with growing urgency, but your rhythm inevitably falters. the pleasure is too much, too raw, building and breaking apart in uneven waves. your pussy is so sensitive, even the slightest movement is too overwhelming for you. you need someone to hold you down and force you to take it, but jinx won’t do that; she needs to be made to take it too.
it’s a dilemma—both of you craving control and the loss of it, stuck in a push and pull cycle.
you start crying—thick, salty tears rolling down your cheeks and splashing onto jinx’s skin. it feels so good, but it’s nowhere near enough. your pussy is crying too, dribbling copious amounts of slick out of your little hole with nowhere to go.
”jeez, such a crybaby,” jinx says, frustrated and out of patience, brows creasing while she’s shifting, searching for the perfect spot, and then—
when she tilts her hips just right, sparks shoot through your core, and you’re desperate to chase that sensation—finally getting somewhere after edging each other for hours.
“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you’re whimpering, gasping like a balloon losing air; squeaky and staccato.
ironically, jinx then sobs wetly, holding your hips still so she can just take, take, take.
you’re pressed so close that the toy is entirely swallowed up by both your cunts. jinx is writhing against you like a fish on a hook, using your pussy to get off, while your pleasure is merely an afterthought to her. she’s humping against you—against the toy—with clumsy, desperate rolls of her hips, like a misbehaving puppy.
you’re so close, teetering on the edge, and you’re sure jinx is right there with you, if her whorish moans are anything to go by—until you adjust, just slightly, and then you lose the perfect spot; the one that had you both crying, finally scratching the itch that’s been under your skin for hours.
jinx makes a sharp, frustrated snivel, her fingers tightening against your skin as she tries to guide you back. but it’s too late. the moment has slipped through your fingers like sand, and now you’re both aching, desperate, while your orgasms die down again.
“god, mmphh, fuck—“ you gasp, thighs trembling, but every movement feels off, like you’re grasping at something just out of reach. jinx’s breath is ragged beneath you, panting like a dog, and it’s driving you insane.
“do something,” she pleads, raspy and needy. jinx doesn’t push, doesn’t take; she needs it just as bad as you do, but neither of you can force the other over the edge. you’re both trapped—too far gone to stop, yet nowhere near close enough to finish.
you press your foreheads together, panting, skin damp with sweat, and you move—slow, uncoordinated, but determined. so close together that your clits catch, the friction sending a shockwave through you. you can feel the large pink cock reaching deep inside your guts, can feel it in your throat.
“don’t stop,” she huffs.
you nod eagerly like a good little bitch—obedient and mindless—gripping onto her as if that’ll keep you grounded, as if it’ll bring you comfort against the overwhelming pleasure building in your pussy.
you push through the oversensitivity, the ache deep inside your cunt, the maddening need—and then, you find it again, finally. that perfect spot, that devastating friction. your bodies move in tandem—helpless, grinding, writhing—lost in the feeling of being stuffed full of cock, until it crashes over you both.
jinx comes first, back arching like a bow string drawn too tight, locking her legs around you, holding you there as she shatters. she’s mewling like a kitten the entire time, pathetic and whiny and relieved. her tongue lolls out dumbly, her eyes are hazy, and she looks like a picture of debauchery.
”hnghh—pussy feels so, ahh, good, baby,” you moan, and unsurprisingly, you’re coming against her cunt too, riding out your orgasm in helpless, messy rolls of your hips.
jinx is flinching away from your pussy, flinching away from the cock being pressed deeper inside her stomach—but you can’t find it in yourself to care. you need to come too, after all.
just a little more, just a little longer, until your orgasm subsides. you collapse on top of jinx, panting into her skin, entirely fucked-out; a pile of two needy sluts.
mdni. cam-girl jinx. loser-ish fem-reader. sex toys. squirting. based off this ask.
jinx masterlist
word count: 1.4k
you make sure to get home from work most days at precisely 5:00 PM—enough time to wash off the dirt and grime of the day in a quick shower, throw together a rushed meal, and settle in front of your computer by 6:30. your routine is second nature by now, the anticipation building as you watch the minutes tick by before jinx appears on screen.
jinx streams every other day, always at the same time, and you're careful never to be late. the moment her stream goes live, the screen fills with a warm glow. it illuminates her petite frame as she sits on her bed, poised and teasing. tonight, she wears a dark brown leather belt across her chest, cinched just enough to lift her small breasts, showing off her blue cloud tattoos. the worn leather is barely covering the soft, pink shade of her tiny nipples.
she has such a thin piece of fabric decorating her hips that you wouldn’t have even noticed it, if not for the way the black, lacy thong contrasts against her pale skin. she’s striking—utterly mesmerizing—and every movement is deliberate as she shifts, adjusting herself before flashing a sly smile at the camera.
the chat chirps with excitement when she leans in, offering a loud, enthusiastic greeting to her supporters. there’s an undeniable, mischievous confidence in the way she carries herself—a playful allure mixed with an effortless intimacy that only strokes the flames of your parasocial relationship with her.
heartseekerjinx: hi gorgeous!!!
spaceprincessjinx: you look so sexy, jinx <3
user3263288412: give us a show already.
jinx’s stream requires a hefty membership access fee, but you’d pay anything just to see her.
“hmmm,” she trails her fingers down the taut, creamy skin of stomach until they reach her panties. she toys with the lacy hem, saying, “i’ve been needing to play with my pussy all day… but i was waiting for you.”
you gasp. it feels like she’s speaking to you directly. you know you must stand out to her the most compared to her other subscribers, with the way you spam her with donations, flooding her chat with desperate compliments. she has to remember you.
you unbutton your jeans hurriedly, pushing your pants down your thighs and then you stuff your hand inside your underwear. you’re completely soaked already, as if jinx put a spell on you—on all her viewers. that would explain the all-consuming loyalty you feel towards her.
jinx plucks a sleek, blue vibrator from her toy basket, the one that’s directly attached to her many donations, where each contribution controls its intensity. it might be your favorite toy of hers. you enjoy the way her viewers can set the pace—how you can set the pace. of course, you love watching her stuff monstrous dildos inside her pussy too, but there’s something so intimate about being the one to force her to feel good, despite the distance between you two.
jinx plants her feet on the bed, spreading her knees. she turns the toy on, and then she hooks a finger in the crotch of her thong, pulling the thin frantic to the side so hundreds of eyes can see her glistening, pink pussy. she rubs the vibrator against her clit for a moment, groaning softly at the stimulation, and then pushes the bean-shaped toy inside her hole.
”oh fuck, look how wet i am for you,” jinx whines, staring up at the webcam. she looks tantalizing from underneath her thick lashes.
biting your lip in anticipation, you donate $20 without a second thought—just enough to speed up the vibrations of the toy slightly. jinx gasps on screen, surprised that she received a donation so quickly. she leans in to read off her computer screen, recognizing your username instantly and snickering.
purring your display-name like a cat, she says, “thank you, mydarlingjinx. you always take, ahh, such good care of me.”
you feel an immense sense of pride fill your chest. you love taking care of jinx, making her feel good, and you wish you could take things further. you often fantasize about laying her up in your bed, pulling off the skimpy clothes adorning her body, rubbing your hands all across her smooth skin, playing with her small breasts.
you know you could make her feel so good, stuffing her full of dildos and other phallic-shaped objects from her toy box, playing with every single one of her holes like you know she needs, pushing her to the brink of pleasure in ways that would leave her crying. her box of toys is filled with possibilities, each one capable of pulling the sweetest reactions from her. you can picture it so clearly; the way she'd squirm as you explore every inch of her skin—teasing, stretching, biting, filling. she craves it, you know she does—her slutty body was made for this sort of thing.
the speed of the toy is relatively fast now, but jinx keeps her composure—or at least, she tries to. she continues flirting with the camera, dedicated to keeping her supporters entertained. “unnghh—do you like watching me play with my pussy? i bet, ahh, you’re touching yourself too, huh?”
your breath hitches. it feels like a direct challenge, one you’re all too eager to accept. you type a quick response in chat, confirming her suspicions, and she giggles, her laughter raspy and sweet.
mydarlingjinx: yes you look so cute jinx!
”i knew it,” she coos. “i wish you were here—mmgh! you’d feel so much better—aghh—than this dumb toy.”
holy shit.
your pulse pounds in your ears. she wishes you were touching her, that you were the one making her feel this good. it’s almost too much for you to handle. your fingers fumble over your keyboard as you send another donation, barely registering the amount before the confirmation pops up. you're not the only one—her other viewers flood the chat with their own desperate contributions, the collective need to see her fall apart pushing the toy's vibrations even higher.
”unghh! please, ohh, slow down—i can’t t-take it, mmmf!” jinx squeals, which only entices you to send another donation.
her magenta eyes are trying to flutter closed and it seems like she can barely keep her legs open, but she has to give her viewers a show—it’s what they paid for, after all. so she hooks her elbows under her knees, forcing her legs to stay spread open so everyone can see the way her sweet pussy is gushing more and more arousal out of her little hole, trailing down to her heart-shaped ass.
her makeup is ruined—messy, dark eyeshadow running down her face, black cherry lipstick smudged around her chin, her tongue lolling out like a dumb dog. she looks completely debauched, and yet, she pushes herself further.
your fingers are moving with newfound desperation inside your underwear, awestruck by the sight of jinx unraveling. every labored breath, every twitch of her delicate frame is a testament to just how close she is to reaching her breaking point, how desperate her pussy is to finally orgasm, to release more heavenly juices from her hole—and it’s all because of you.
the realization is dizzying, a fire pooling deep in your stomach as you drink in the sight of how utterly ruined and overwhelmed your girl is.
“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—!” jinx is repeating like a mantra, her raspy voice hitching with every syllable. “baby, ohh, i’m coming—hngggf!”
and then she goes crosseyed, nails digging into the skin of thighs hard enough to make her bleed. her back arches as she tips over the edge, pushing out her perky tits further. jinx squirts harshly from her pussy and you can see the powerful contractions of her hole as it pushes the blue toy out.
the vibrator falls onto the plush sheets of jinx’s bed with a bounce, but her orgasm continues. she’s trembling, her skin is clearly buzzing with electricity, and you think she looks like an angel.
the sight of her—shaking like a leaf and moaning whorishly—completely undoes you. heat coils tightly in your core before snapping like a rubber band all at once. a deep, shuddering wave of pleasure rolls through your entire body, your muscles tense and your fingers clenching as your breath catches in your throat. the intensity of your orgasm leaves you momentarily weightless. a full-body shiver overtakes you, every nerve alight with warmth and satisfaction.
your mind turns hazy, the world around you blurring until all that remains is her—jinx, who is sprawled out against her plush bedsheets, her chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, and her lips parted in a lazy, drunk smile.
jinx came because of you, and you because of her. it’s irrevocably intimate and she has no idea.
the first time jinx tries to ride your strap, she’s cocky—naively convinced that she’ll be a natural at it. but more than anything, she’s determined to put on a show for you, determined to turn you into a fucked-out mess for a change. she pictures herself bouncing in your lap, playing with her small tits as she grinds down against you, making your head spin with the pace she sets, riding your cock so hard that the friction against your clit would rival that of a vibrator.
despite only being in a relationship with jinx for a month now, she has taken your strap before—many, many times, actually—but always in the same way; laying there while you pleasured her, while you set the tempo, while you took care of her every need like a pampered princess.
and that’s the problem.
she began to feel useless, and, predictably, she got in her own head, wondered if you found her boring. how can it be fun for you to fuck her pussy every night and receive nothing in return?
so that’s when she decided, the next time the two of you had sex, she would get on top. she would take the initiative to make both of you feel good. she would be particularly skilled at riding cock.
now, in the present, she watches from the bed as you adjust the harness on your hips, teeth worrying her bottom lip. she’s already naked, already soaked, but suddenly, she’s unsure. should she sweetly ask to ride your cock? wait until round two? shove you down and take what she wants?
“you ready, baby?” you ask, crawling over her lithe body.
biting the bullet, jinx abruptly shoves your shoulders until you’re splayed on your back. she’s quick to throw one of her legs over your hips, her pussy sitting flush against your strap, soaking it with her juices already. you’ve only been together a month, but jinx has the wettest pussy you’ve ever seen.
“want to ride you,” she mumbles, her usual bravado cracking—shy in a way you’ve never seen from her before.
”are you sure that’s a good idea? you’ve never done that before.”
she stiffens, eyes narrowing, “i can take it.”
sighing, you say, “just—maybe i should finger you some more? make sure you’re stretched enough?”
“i said i’m ready,” and she’s already reaching for your strap, rubbing it against her soaked folds in long, deliberate strokes.
such an eager thing, the little minx. jinx is grinding against your cock slow and velvety, rolling her hips like a whore desperate to be fucked—which she is, you suppose. her slutty cunt is always in need of constant attention; always needing her hole to be stuffed full, her clit to be sucked on like a jolly rancher.
“aughh, unghh, fuck—“ she’s moaning noisily now, front teeth digging into her candy-red lips. but she’s determined, not going to let her own girlfriend dismiss her as some lazy, passive fucktoy.
so, jinx rises up on her knees and holds your strap beneath her, ready to impale herself on the length in its entirety. your cock looks monstrous in comparison to her tiny waist.
”go slow,” you warn her and she scoffs.
the girthy shaft and bulbous head completely dwarf her small folds. she’s so wet that her pussy makes an obscene squelching noise when the head tries to pop inside her. however, the strap barely breaches her entrance before it falls against your stomach with a wet plap. her pussy is too small to fit your cock, and you’re wondering how you managed to stuff her full so many times before.
her brows are furrowed in concentration when she brings the head of your strap to her pussy again. she’s rocking and circling her hips, trying to coax her stubborn body into submission. again, your strap won’t go in. her pussy is fluttering and gripping at nothing, waiting to be filled. “shit, it’s too big,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “i can’t… it’s—fuck!”
one of your hands reaches up to palm jinx’s breast, the one with her blue, cloudy tattoos decorating the skin around her nipple. you rub her tit with your thumb in light strokes. “just relax, babe.” the hard peak of her nipple pebbles beneath your touch and jinx gasps. “let your body open up for me.”
she takes a shuddering breath, her owlish eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on the sensation of your thumb circling her nipple. slowly, she starts to relax, and at the same time she presses the head against her opening again. this time, the head slips inside her and she makes a noise of triumph.
from this angle—being impaled on your length all by herself—it feels impossibly bigger than it has in the past. despite this, jinx keeps rocking her hips gently, sucking more of your strap inside.
“hnng, fuck!” jinx pants. only half of your strap is inside her at this point and you wonder if that’s all she’ll be able to take.
her stomach and thighs clench with the exertion of holding herself up, so you move both your hands to her wide hips, stroking them soothingly where her hipbones protrude.
she slides down further, only a quarter of your cock left. jinx whines whorishly while feeling herself stretch around your thick strap. her pink, gummy walls are clenching obscenely, her inner muscles fluttering around the stocky length. you wish you could actually feel her powerful contractions around you; her wetness, the warmth of her insides.
”oh fuck, oh shit—it’s so… so fucking big,” she whimpers. her lips are swollen and red from her biting them.
”can’t take it, baby?” you tease breathlessly, rubbing her hips. “your pussy looks fucking ruined.”
jinx shoots you a glare but it’s far from intimidating, not with her hazy, cockdrunk eyes.
stubbornly, she forces the rest of your strap inside her, her ass colliding against your thighs with a slap. and suddenly, jinx freezes in place. she’s trembling, that much is obvious, goosebump erupting all over her skin. she’s never felt so full before, so utterly stuffed and stretched and split open. the head of your strap is nestled deep inside her, kissing her cervix and making her toes curl against your bedsheets. jinx can feel every ridge and vein etched into the silicone; the texture feels deliciously abrasive against her sensitive walls.
jinx attempts to roll her hips once, before she freezes in place again. her nails are digging painfully into your breasts and you’ve never seen such a fucked-out look on her face before.
”mmffuck! aghh—holy shit, i—i can’t—it’s too much!”
what a sight she is, shaking and trembling and whining on your cock, so sensitive and stuffed full that she can’t even move. her brain is turning to mush, tongue sticking out dumbly while she pants. she’s gasping like a fish out of water, harsh and desperate.
“fuck, baby. you look fucked stupid and i haven’t even done anything yet,” you murmur, mesmerized.
”it’s so—so deep, aghh! so big, i feel so full,” jinx babbles mindlessly, her words tumbling out in a rush of pleasure and disbelief. you want to grip onto her small waist and piston your cock inside her, make her more dumb than she already is.
“i’m gonna help you move, sweetheart. gonna make you feel good,” you promise. you feel pussydrunk—high off the view of jinx stretched so wide around your strap. it’s completely obscene and it might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
you grip onto the plush fat of her hips and slowly lift jinx off your strap. she moans and babbles the entire time, feeling the silicone drag against her walls, until you slam her back down on your cock. her mouth falls open in a silent scream, her eyes roll back in her head, her eyelids fluttering as she struggles to keep them open. her tongue lolls out again stupidly, drool dripping down her chin as she pants and whines, completely out of her mind with pleasure. the sight of her, so fucked out and dazed, sends a dark thrill through you.
you lift her off your strap once more and then allow gravity to pull her down—repeating this over and over again—and you grind up against her when she’s buried to the hilt each time, getting impossibly deeper.
”so sexy, baby—ah fuck, fuck, you hot little bitch.”
your strap is pressing just right against your clit, making you squirm and unintentionally thrusting your hips, forcing the strap further inside your girlfriend. you smack her ass hard, the sound echoing throughout your bedroom, and jinx sobs.
you start to thrust harder, faster, gripping jinx’s hips tightly as you piston up into her. the bed creaks and groans beneath the two of you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each brutal drive of your hips.
jinx face-plants into your chest. all she can do is lay against your pillowy breasts and take what you give her. the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by jinx’s high, breathy cries. your eyes burn with a feral intensity as you stare at her ass rippling over her shoulder.
”that’s it, princess. take it, take it.” and you rub jinx’s back lovingly and gently, despite the fact that you’re destroying her pussy right now.
you set a brutal, punishing pace, planting your feet against the bed so you can fuck up into her with abandon. the thick head of your strap slams against jinx’s cervix with each savage thrust and the wet, indecent sounds of jinx’s pussy being split open echos throughout the room.
“fuck me, ngh, fuck me, fuck me—ohhh!” the only thing jinx can focus on is the repetitive motion of your cock fucking deep inside her. she feels like a cocksleeve for you to use—she is a cocksleeve.
suddenly, her back arches like a cat, her chest pressed flush against your own as her body goes rigid, stiffening like a bowstring pulled taut before releasing. her pussy spasms and clenches around the thick length invading her body, along with a keening wail as her pussy squirts between your two bodies.
”mmmf—oh, shit—! please, aghhhff!” jinx squeals like a pig, her body shaking and convulsing through the force of her climax. she clings to you like a drowning woman, and her juices gush out around your strap with a powerful force, her body humping against yours while she rides out her orgasm—which applies immense pressure to your clit through your strap.
your own orgasm hits you like a freight train, the pleasure white-hot and all-consuming. there’s so much blood pumping in your ears that you can’t even hear the noises you’re making, but you assume they’re nothing short of animalistic. your throat is sore, you think you screamed but you’re not quite sure. the pleasure is so intense that it momentarily short-circuits all your senses. you’ve never come this hard before, never felt an orgasm this earth-shattering, and it makes you question the very fabrics of your reality.
jinx’s pussy milks the toy for all it’s worth before she calms down and becomes boneless on top of you. all you can hear is static as your own orgasm subsides, your sweaty skin sticking to one another. you pepper kisses along jinx’s face, her neck, her collarbones, while your hearts are pounding in tandem. you murmur words of praise and adoration against her skin—despite your tongue feeling heavy and clumsy in your mouth—and jinx hums in response.
it’s her dirty little secret, one she never outright admits but that you’ve started to pick up on. jinx always propositions you for sex when her bladder is full. she’ll slink up to you, eyes half-lidded, raspy voice dripping with something sweet and sinful, fingers already teasing at the hem of your shirt.
you catch the subtle shifts, the way she bites her lip just a little harder, the restless way she presses her thighs together when she thinks you aren’t looking, how she pushes her hand against her taut stomach while you fuck her. she’s playing a game, pushing herself to her limits, teasing her cute pussy and bladder all at once—the little slut.
she must think you’re stupid or something, because you know what she’s doing. when you stuff your fingers inside her cunt, you can feel the way her bladder is swollen with piss, how her gummy walls are more sensitive and responsive to your digits, how she squirts in copious, whorish amounts.
one night, she doesn’t bother with pretense. she pounces on you like a cat, pupils blown, demanding you fuck her right this second—so of course, you finger her greedy hole open, situate the baby-pink strap onto your hips, and press inside her pussy.
”ah—ahh fuck, nghhh!”
she’s whimpering more than usual, shivering and pushing her hand against her bloated stomach—right where her bladder sits underneath her skin, where the tension is coiled the tightest. her little pussy is fluttering around your cock, squeezing onto your shaft like a lifeline, as if it’s taking her an immense amount of strength not to instantly piss herself or squirt around your shaft.
and you suppose you have your own dirty secret, because you need to see jinx piss herself while you’re fucking her tiny hole—you want to see the way her eyes glaze over with shock and embarrassment, how she’ll groan pitifully while she’s unable to control her bladder and she’s just forced to release, release, release.
”mmffuck! you’re—in my, aughh, stomach! i can feel it, can feel it,” she’s babbling mindlessly, already fucked stupid. you can see it in her hazy eyes, the way she’s dizzy with the pleasure of having your colossal cock insistently hammering against her bladder. “o-ohh-h, unnhh!”
electric thrums of pleasure course through her fluttering, pink walls—hugging your strap with the constraints of a corset laced too tight. her nails dig into the skin of your wrists, where you’re gripping her waist, and her small body is taut with anticipation, glistening with sweat.
you admire the way your strap presses inside her—in and out, in and out—and you can’t decide which view you like better; fucking her fast and hard, watching the way small droplets of squirt pulses from her pussy, admiring the intensity of her small tits bouncing—or fucking her languidly and deep, making her entire body shiver every time your cock pushes past her bladder, watching her try to run away from the sensation until you have to pin her hips to the bed.
and, all too quickly, jinx keens, going cross-eyed. “wait—wait, hunghh! something’s wrong—“
you continue swinging your hips, fucking your cock inside her sweet pussy with newfound determination. “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” you ask instead. but you already know.
reluctantly, she admits, ”i’m gonna—gonna, ahh, pee!”
you snicker, ”then do it.”
”h-huh?”
”it’s not a big deal. just let go, baby. it’ll feel so good,” you coo, and she looks so stupidly confused, eyes round, unsure if you’re messing with her, if this is a test. “you want to feel good, don’t you? so let go right fucking now.”
”i can’t, i can’t! that’s fucked—“ she says and you press your hand against her stomach suddenly. she squeals like a pig, chest heaving and flushed. her head thrashes from side to side, the white-hot pleasure too much for her body to handle. “ah-hh! unghh, please!”
”come on, you can do it. isn’t this what you wanted? to be honest, i’m surprised you haven’t pissed yourself sooner.”
and jinx gapes, utterly shocked. her breath stutters in her throat, choking on the words to explain herself and also stuttering over whorish moans. she’s still being fucked, after all—fucked while the urine in her bladder sloshes around painfully.
“what, you think i didn’t know? you’re a dirty fucking girl,” you tease. you’re being mean, you know you are, but you’re aware that jinx likes it too; you know she’ll have no choice but to come—piss—around your cock if you’re calling her nasty names.
her nails score down your back, leaving red welts in their wake as she clings to you, trying to anchor herself against the maelstrom of sensation. her belly tightens, muscles clenching as she tries in vain to hold back the flood, but it’s no use.
jinx gasps like a wounded soldier, and then her eyes roll into the back of her skull, a stream of piss escaping from her urethra. she can’t control herself, can’t stop the way she’s pissing all over you like a dumb dog. goosebumps paint across her pale skin, and of course, you don’t stop. you keep fucking her little pussy until she’s finished and satisfied, until she’s so sensitive that it hurts.
you snicker perversely, observing the way jinx makes a mess of herself and you. poor thing is so embarrassed, watching with mortification as her piss completely drenches your abdomen and bedsheets. it’s warm and the smell is pungent—saccharine and sour—but you like it because it’s jinx.
she’s looking up at you through her lashes with shame. her makeup is ruined, staining her cheeks in messy streaks, and her own drool is slimy on her chin. you lick the saliva off her chin, tracing the smudges of her makeup with your thumb.
”messy girl,” you murmur, low and teasing. “look at you.”
jinx swallows hard, her eyelashes fluttering as she fights the urge to look away. but she doesn’t—she lets you see her like this, allows you to revel in her state of disarray. you swear, jinx has hearts in her eyes right now. and you’re in no rush, savoring the moment, letting your fingers trail lower, tracing the line of her throat, down, down, down—until you reach her piss-drenched stomach.
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thinking about how immensely tight jinx’s pussy is. you two have already fooled around many, many times before. of course, you started with some heavy-petting and deep kisses. then the two of you discovered the beauty of oral sex. after that, you incorporated some rough and fast tribbing into your nightly routine—which was always a slippery, heavenly mess.
(you suspect jinx has the wettest pussy you’ve ever seen).
the only issue the two of you were facing was how tight her hole is. you could slowly ease one of your fingers inside her, but she would tremble and whine the entire time like she was taking someone’s cock. adding a second finger was a little bit of a challenge, and it took you kitten-licking her clit until she loosened up enough. sinking a third finger inside her was out of the question; it seemed impossible.
her pussy was always completely drenched when you two had sex, so you knew it wasn’t an issue of whether or not she was turned on. the only explanation you could think of was that her pussy is just naturally tighter than the average cunt.
you told jinx that it was okay, that you didn’t have to penetrate her if she didn’t want it, that lots of women preferred clitoral stimulation instead, but she had quickly assured you that she wanted it very much. and if jinx wanted something, she was determined to have it.
which led you to this moment, with jinx face down on your shared bed, a towel underneath her body while her peachy ass is wiggling in the air, moaning as you finally managed to stuff two fingers inside her pussy. you’re wearing a leather harness with a bright pink dildo attached, which jinx has been wanting to try out since forever.
”mmffgh! yes, oh—fuck!” jinx is mewling noisily, and you doubt she’s noticed that she’s desperately riding your fingers, too drunk on the feeling of having something inside her little pussy. it’s all so incredibly lewd, hypnotizing. then, she reaches back blindly until her small hand grasps onto your strap. “put it in, please, please.”
”not yet,” you say distractedly. “i want to get three fingers inside you first.”
goosebumps decorate her skin as she quivers and moans into the baby pink bedsheets. she’s always been a squirmy little thing; especially when she’s having her pussy played with, the little minx. your own cunt is clenching and throbbing at the sight.
her hole is squelching obscenely, her juices having nowhere else to go but down her thighs. her cunt is tight around you, squeezing you like she’s trying to cut off your fingers and keep them inside her forever. you know she wouldn’t mind; her hole is tiny but it’s always been greedy for anything it can get.
she’s whining mindlessly, “ahh—fuck, fuuuck!” and you stuff your fingers inside her to the brim, scissoring her open, her sticky cream overflowing around the digits. the walls of her pussy feel soft and gummy.
”are you ready, sweetheart? i’m gonna try to put in another one,” you say, tracing your ring finger around around the edge of her hole. she flinches like you tickled her. every inch of skin around her pussy is so incredibly sensitive and receptive to your touch.
”do it, do it, you’re so slow—god, you take fucking forever, i—unghh!” you smack her ass before she can finish her sentence, her cheek blooming with a red handprint. you admire the way jinx’s pussy physically jolts with the sudden pain, feeling how powerfully she clenches around your fingers. you lean down and bite at her tender skin, sucking a purple mark onto her ass with a loud, wet, smooching noise, tonguing over it to soothe the sting.
”be good,” you say. you love knowing that you’re the one dictating every second of the pleasure she’s receiving, that she’s on the verge of tears and it’s all because of you. “i know it’s hard for you, isn’t it? your hole is just so hungry,” you coo sympathetically.
”yes, yes, i need—i need your cock inside my pussy, uuuh—!”
you lick down her thighs until you’re sucking on her clit from the back, swirling your tongue gently because she’s already so overwhelmed. jinx lets out a strangled cry as she feels you slowly ease a third finger inside her tight little cunt, stretching her further than she’s ever been stretched before. her back arches off the bed, pressing her ass higher into the air, and you kneed the plump muscle with your other hand.
her hips twitch and grind against you. your fingers are beginning to prune with how utterly soaked she is. she’s so tight it’s hard for you to move, but you manage anyway as you slowly start to pump your fingers in and out of her loud cunt, scissoring them open with every thrust. you’re kissing her clit, mildly nipping on the small bud with your teeth and providing soothing kitten-licks. jinx’s head thrashes from side to side, her spine wiggling, back arching, as if she’s unsure whether she wants your fingers deeper inside her or your lips to suck on her harder.
her clit is twitching, it’s throbbing—you can feel it on your tongue. she’s a vision, stuffed full of three of your digits and shaking like a leaf. you barely curl your fingers inside her fluttering walls before she comes, letting out a startled squeal while her juices gushes out from her sensitive pussy. she’s squirting like a fountain, enough to fill a shot glass with her arousal. “nghhh—oh, shit!”
”shh, you’re okay, baby,” you say, still curling your fingers while she rides out her orgasm and rubbing circles on her ass. “you’re so cute.”
she’s panting like a dog. you can feel the heat radiating off her typically-cold skin, can see the way her body glistens with a sheen of sweat. you move your head to run your tongue along the curve of her spine, tasting the salt and uniquely intoxicating flavor that is jinx. it mixes in your mouth with the aftertaste of her wet clit.
jinx is barely lucid, her thighs twitching and shivering. you trace your nails along her skin while she calms down her racing heart. peppering kisses along her heart-shaped ass, you say, “are you ready now, honey?” you want to fuck her open while she’s still loose and relaxed.
she nods from where her face is shoved against your bedsheets, raising up onto her forearms like she was earlier. she glances over her shoulder at you and, god, she looks like she belongs in a dirty magazine; her skin is smooth and flushed, her small tits look so squeezable, her pigtail braids are the perfect handlebars, her ass is perked up in the air, and she looks at you from underneath her eyelashes.
jinx is pure sin.
“just relax, baby. don’t get up,” you tell her and press your palm to the middle of her back. she follows your instructions, letting her upper body rest against the mattress with a relaxed sigh. her ass is still presented high up in the air and she’s arched sharply, her stretched hole on display and drenched in her own arousal.
you grab the bottle of lube that’s about to fall off the edge of the bed and squirt a substantial amount onto your strap. despite how immensely wet jinx’s pussy always is, you think using a bit of lube would still benefit her.
you massage the lube down your strap like you’re jacking off a real cock and then line the head up with jinx’s tiny hole. your cock is slathered in lube, her pussy is drowning in wetness, and the tip almost slips inside before jinx is flinching away with a keen.
“mmm, your pussy is so sensitive,” you comment hotly. grabbing onto one of her wide hips, you line the head up again and try to push it inside. jinx is still squirming like a worm the entire time. you love how over-sensitive her cunt is, how she’s trying to shy away from the thick head of your strap. “stay still. do you want my cock or not?”
”i want it—mmmff,” she whimpers, her voice hoarse, and the words are barely out of her mouth before you’re surging forward again, the tip squelching obscenely against her tiny hole. you grind your hips in slow, sensual circles, easing part of the wide girth inside her.
“take my dick, baby. yeahh, you’re doing so good.”
arousal and lube are overflowing from her pussy like a waterfall. your own wetness is dripping down your thighs and you wish you could feel jinx’s pussy for real, feel her powerful contractions, the way her cunt is flinching as she struggles to take you, massaging your cock.
”i can’t, i can’t—“ jinx is actually sobbing now, trembling like she’s out in the cold. “uhhh!”
”you can. it’s almost in, sweetheart,” you say encouragingly. the head of the strap is only about two inches long; the difficult part is the girth and trying to fit it inside jinx’s tiny body.
and maybe you should’ve purchased a smaller dildo, but jinx wanted this one in specific. mainly because it’s pink, but also because she was determined to prove you wrong, to show you that she can take anything you give her and she’ll like it; she doesn’t need nor want things to be easy for her.
the head finally pops inside entirely, making jinx gasp like a wounded soldier. her pink eyes look at you from over her shoulder, and they’re filled with unshed tears, they’re hazy; completely overwhelmed and dumbfounded at the width. her candy-red bottom lip is caught between her teeth, sucking bruises into the skin.
“fuuck, look at this little hole,” you say to yourself. her cunt molds perfectly to the head of your cock. “talk to me, honey. tell me what, hah, what i’m doing to you.”
”y-you’re inside me… oh, fuck, fuck—ngh!” jinx sobs wetly and sniffles. her ass is shaking, rippling as she flinches away from your cock but also tries to fit more of it inside her. she’s always been an indecisive little thing. “your cock is—mmf—! inside my pussy, uuh!”
”you must feel so full,” you say sympathetically, rubbing soothing circles into her hips. her gummy walls are strangling your cock, not wanting you to leave. “i can see you gripping onto me, baby, fuck—“
it’s like her body knows that it needs to keep your strap plugged up inside her, that her cunt needs to be stuffed-full at all times.
and it’s nasty, so dirty and lewd the way the tip of your strap is slipping in and out of her pussy with obscene squelching noises. the back of jinx’s neck is flushed red—the tips of her ears too— and you suspect she’s very aware of how loud her pussy is being.
”imagine what it would, hah, feel like if you took my entire cock, sweetheart. think about how full you’d be,” you say.
”no—i can’t, i can’t, i’ll die!” even as jinx shakes her head and whimpers out desperate protests, her body tells a different story. her cunt clamps down like a vice around your slippery strap, the velvety walls rippling and grasping onto you, trying to suck your thick cock deeper inside. it’s as if jinx’s hungry hole has a mind of its own, craving the sensation of being utterly stuffed and filled to the brim, no matter how much her mind might resist.
her body is betraying her; revealing the dark, dirty truth of what she really needs. and you’re well aware of this too, but you both know she won’t be taking your entire cock today—not with how much she’s trembling just from taking the tip.
you slide your hands up her back, over the blue clouds on her shoulder, and then reach underneath her body, groping her perky tits. the little mounds are so delicate—incredibly responsive—and they fit perfectly in your hands. your fingers sink into the soft, pliant flesh—kneading and groping—rolling the pebbled nipples between your fingers. her nipples stiffen and strain against your fingertips, the sensitive peaks throbbing with a need that mirrors the desperate, greedy ache in jinx’s core.
upon pinching her nipples between your two fingers, jinx flinches uncontrollably, resulting in another thick inch of your cock accidentally slipping inside her. and that’s what sends her over the edge, the feeling of her walls being split open further, how she’s forced to conform to your strap.
she’s moaning whorishly, letting everyone in your apartment building know that she’s getting fucked, that her pussy is taking cock for the very first time. she can't contain the desperate, wanton sounds from escaping her lips, the consequence of being fucked stupid on your shaft. and her juices are positively gushing around you, dripping down the silicone balls of your strap and her own thighs.
her nails are scrabbling at the sheets for purchase as she bucks and writhes beneath you. crying, crying, crying, that’s all she can do, until she finally collapses against the soaked towel beneath her, laying in a puddle of her own juices.
