knocked; jinx x fem!reader
trying to lean into more freaky stuff been wanting to write this one for a while 😶🌫️ hmmm
summary; jinx is possessive, that much isn’t a secret. but she wants to put a real claim on you.
characters included; jinx
tags/warnings; dom!jinx, sub!reader, possessive!jinx, fingering strap-on use, strap-on referred to as dick/cock, size queen jinx, rough sex, slight degradation, mating press, breeding kink, dirty talk, porn no plot
men and minors dni.
her hot tongue drags over your hardening nipple. one hand finds your waist, while the other squeezes your other tit. kneading, coaxing sweet sounds from you.
“does that feel good, babydoll?” she croons, tongue giving another teasing flick.
“so good…”
a low laugh rumbles from jinx’s throat, and she pulls back with a satisfied grin. jinx lets her long fingernails drag over your other nipple for just a second longer, and guides you to lay back on the bed.
“there you go. so pretty.”
she’s bare before you. scarred, pale skin on display, perfect little barbells through each nipple. blue hairs starting at her navel and descending to that sweet spot between her legs, curling around treasure. your treasure. thick, girthy silicone sitting between her legs and standing up proud.
your girlfriend is all lean muscle and chaos. you wouldn’t change a thing.
her lips brush your neck, then your collarbones. one hand sneaks down, past the curve of your waist to hover just above your pubic bone.
even though she’s only played with your tits a little, your pretty hole is dripping. lips practically glistening with pure, unabashed want. cute.
some nights, jinx is merciful. she can be sweet. there’s times where she’ll hold you in her arms, take her sweet time worshipping your pussy and singing your praises.
but tonight, it seems she wants to draw this out.
“jinx, come on, please-“ you whine, wriggling under her fingertips. the corner of her lips quirks into a little smirk. “stop teasing.”
“i’m just gettin’ ya ready. wouldn’t wanna go in too soon, right?”
you want to scream at her. you’re already so wet, you’re loose, your walls are clenching around nothing. it takes every last effort in you to not rut against jinx’s hand in a desperate attempt for friction.
but you don’t. you hold back, because from that glint in those shimmer-pink eyes, you can tell she’s not in the mood for it. disobedience will be punished. you need to take what the girl is giving you, and be grateful.
she sinks one finger in, up to the knuckle, and you cry out. it pops in with a wet schlick, a testament to how needy you are. jinx slowly thrusts her finger in and out, in and out, crooking it just right before adding another in. stretching you out.
making you see stars.
“look at this pussy,” her thumb keeps over your clit, making you squirm and whine. “droolin’ all over my fingers. mine.”
she curls her fingers and brushes that spongy spot inside of you, over and over again. silicone cock dangling from her hips like a cruel tease, staring at you. almost mocking you. jinx can see your eyes fixed on them even through your haze, and chuckles.
“damn, you want it bad, don’t you? god, you’re slutty. mm… that’s okay. i think it’s high time i stop bein’ so mean.”
“baby, please-“
“hey, don’t be greedy! i said i’d give ya what you want, be patient!”
she rolls her eyes with a little shake of her head and slides her fingers out. you whimper, your cunt feels so empty all of a sudden- but jinx grabs the tip of the strap to line up with your entrance.
the wide head pops in, and just that is a stretch.
“ah- fuuuck! it’s… it’s so big-“
a low laugh rumbles from jinx’s throat. she pushes in, little by little, inch by inch, positively splitting you open on her dick.
“i’m not even halfway in yet, toots!”
ridges dig into your walls, you flutter around them in a desperate attempt to accommodate. it’s painful yet so satisfying, and you know the moment you adjust it’s gonna feel so fucking good.
another few moments, a few brushes to your clit to coax you to relax- and she’s in. buried to the hilt, your poor pussy already leaking around jinx’s dick while you whimper. she looks down at you like a predator ready to pounce.
there’s a few moments of silence, as your girlfriend allows you to adjust to being nearly impaled on her cock. she’s a bit of a sadist at times, but she’s not a monster.
her hand rubs along your side, almost deceivingly gentle as she sees your face relax.
and then she starts to move, and you scream.
“oh- oh, shit! holy- oh…”
slow yet deep thrusts, one hand finding your waist. the tip kissing your cervix with every movement. your hands find her shoulders and fingernails dig in.
it feels like an intrusion- the absolute best kind.
blue bangs spill over her forehead, hanging over you like a halo. deceivingly innocent, in the way her mouth hangs open as she rocks into you. once, then twice, her gaze switching between your face and electric blue disappearing into your hole.
“you’re crying for it.. kinda wish i could get you pregnant.”
the words shoot straight down, and your back arches. jinx doesn’t usually talk like that, but just the way she says it. how primal it is. you wish she could. a low moan falls from your lips, and jinx’s eyes widen.
“ohhh, ya like that, huh?” a harsher thrust, a shaky cry from you. “want me to fill you up? fuck a baby into you?”
“fuck, yesyesyes- gods, please…”
it’s like a switch flips. whereas jinx was fucking you slow and deep before, she’s now starting to drill into you. hips slapping into yours, small, pierced tits bouncing with every thrust.
you keen and whimper. loud, unabashed moans escape you with each brunt to your poor cunt- a wet schlapschlapschlap echoing throughout the room and bouncing off the walls. she’s huge, yet you’re sucking in every inch like you were made to take it.
you can feel her everywhere. between your legs. in your stomach. up to your neck and face and she’s all around you.
“yeah. yeah, toots, take it. fuckin’ whore, who’da thought you’d get off on this?”
but jinx would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t as well. she’s possessive, that’s no secret. she’s the type to tug you close by the waist in public. mark up your neck and collarbones so everyone knows you’re taken.
have a hand on your ass in a room full of people, and glare daggers at anyone who looks at you for too long. shouldn’t they know you’re hers?
but the thought of filling you up, being that intimate.. it thrills her. the image of you full with child, her child, even more so. it’s the ultimate claim on you, in a way. if you went around like that, with jinx on your arm, everyone would know.
they’d know who you belong to. they’d know who makes you feel better than anyone else ever could. they’d know you’re beautiful, you’re perfect, but she got to you first.
and she’s never letting you go.
“shit, i- i can’t, aaah! fuck, don’t stop, don’t-“
“you can,” she breathes out. jinx starts to maneuver your legs up, knees toward your chest, still drilling her cock into you. “you’ll take every last drop, won’t you? not gonna stop until you’re knocked.”
you nod feverishly, almost too quickly. you’re far gone, you’re almost pathetic, but you can’t bring yourself to mind. the way jinx is pounding you fills your mind with a cloudy haze of pleasure.
your tits bounce with each harsh drive in, and the bedpost is starting to bang against the wall. you’ll have to apologize to your neighbors later. “unnghh- guh, faster! ah!”
jinx is panting, breathless, but she lets out a dry laugh at that. “you’re really goddamn greedy, ya know?”
one of her hands slides up from your waist to your tit, taking the pebbled nipple between her calloused fingertips and squeezing. twisting. making you squeal like some dumb thing in heat.
“look at you. leaking all over my dick.”
she picks up the pace, despite all her teasing- she genuinely does want to make you feel good. your jaw is slack, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth. jinx has near fucked you stupid.
“gonna make you a mama, sweetness,” she grunts. her face hovers impossibly close to yours. she’s got you nearly bent in half, and yanks at your ankles so they can rest over her shoulders.
you can feel jinx’s hot breath on your lips. fuck.
each lewd sound from you spurs her on. she’s already sucked dark, bruising marks into your neck and chest. made you hers physically, over and over again. how she wishes she could breed you for real.
she can pretend, at least.
she’s banging you straight into the mattress, and with every passing second you can feel that familiar coil in your lower stomach winding tighter. the base of the cock presses against her clit with each thrust, nudging her closer- drawing breathy grunts.
“this pussy’s mine. gonna make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to, can’t- agh! deny it when my kid’s in ya-“
your entire body feels taut, your every nerve ending alight as as she rips you apart from the inside.
part of you thinks she might actually do it this time- she might ruin you. she might split you open. what an honor, you think.
“please, ah, baby- gonna cum mmmfuck-“ you keen, nails dragging along her tattooed back. over the grooves of her ribs and powder-blue clouds. “hmph- give it t’me, aaah…!”
“i will, babe,” she murmurs. using a tone that’s a little too soft for the way she’s treating you right now. “cum all over it like the good whore you are.”
one of jinx’s hands sneaks between your bodies to find your clit, two fingers pressing and rubbing rapid circles. your head tosses back with a near sob. her gapped teeth sink into her bottom lip. god, you’re close-
“together? together- gah, fill me up, jinx-“
she presses down harder, and you scream. your legs shake around her, your nails drag down jinx’s back as raw cries rip from your bare chest. your poor cunt clamps down on the silicone and soaks it- sticky and dripping with you.
and jinx- she her climax is growing closer. her body drawn tight like a bowstring, and with one more harsh thrust to your already abused cunt- she’s keening. buried deep inside of you, silicone hugged by gummy walls.
your thighs quivering.
“yeah- aaah, fuck! gonna.. gonna make sure it takes, gorgeous. all of you is mine, isn’t that right?”
“uh-huh,” you whimper, nodding lazily against her- too fucked out to form a proper response beyond that. “all yours- mmgh…”