cw: sub! jinx, gagging, bondage, bratty! jinx, mentions of masochist jinx (teehee), reader is a little mean, not proofread!
thinking about jinx with the sluttiest mouth ever, her lips and little pink tongue darting out to lave over your face, your tits, your cunt… practically any part of your body that she can get to.
but today, she’d been so fucking annoying, snide remarks and blatant ignorances being thrown your way for no apparent reason at all.
you figured she’d been doing it for some sort of punishment, ever the masochistic slut. and you knew what she needed, even if she wasn’t fully aware herself.
when you had arrived home, jinx had expected you to find her, grab her by her cobalt braids, and drag her up to your bedroom where you’d at least spank her little ass.
but no, you walked right past her. it was as if she was no more than a translucent entity in your home, and she whined out petulantly at your ignorance.
it wasn’t until she heard you, voice stern and cold, voicing an “upstairs, now.” by your steeled tone, she knew that this wasn’t up for discussion, and her pale little cunt started to throb in anticipation.
well, that’s what she thought, until you had a heart shaped ball gag strapped around her head and shoved inside of her mouth, drool slipping past her chin and down to the juncture of her lithe neck, coating her décolletage in rivulets of shimmering saliva, ever the messy girl that she is.
she looked at you with furrowed brows and big, round fuchsia irises, whimpering and whining against the ball gag. this was absolute torture for her. she wanted to rip the ball gag out of her needy little mouth and whine protests of ‘this isn’t fair!’ and ‘just hurt me or fuck me instead!’ - but alas, her hands were tied behind her back with a soft blue silk bind, to prevent her from stepping out of line.
she thought this was bad enough, until you whipped out your favourite toy, an opaque blue dildo with sparkles. it was entirely too large for jinx’s pussy, but you thought it filled you just right.
you sat right in front of jinx, legs intertwining with her spread ones. her eyes filled with unshed tears as she watched the way your sticky pussy took in the large dildo, feeling her own core clench helplessly around nothing.
this was so not fair. she just wanted your attention. and now you were treating her as if she were a fly on the wall. her cunt was so sore, and you weren’t even looking at her. she just wanted you to touch her, slap her, spit on her, anything.
you moaned unabashedly, as your eyes finally, finally, landed on her. god, she looked positively ruined, and it made your cunt twitch as your free hand went to rub little figures on your clit.
“oh, princess. what’s wrong?” you pout mockingly, knowing exactly what’s wrong, but choosing to be cruel. your hole spasms around the dildo, a ring of creamy mess gathering around the hilt of the toy.
all she can do is whine and thrash, in a feeble attempt to break out of the restraints you’ve put her in. you can see the way her pussy leaks strings of sticky arousal down to her tight little ass.
you hear a muffled “hmph!” coming out of her mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum around the girthy cock, sighing in ecstasy.
the tears decorating her waterline were now spilling down her face, mixing with the saliva on the lower half of her face. her eyes were glued to the sight of your pussy squeezing the toy, mesmerised by the way your cum dripped down and out of your hole. she wanted to be in that dildo’s place so fucking bad. she just needed you to free her mouth - wasn’t this enough? weren’t you gonna let her put her mouth on you now?
as you pulled the toy out of your pussy, you saw jinx panting and looking at you expectantly, akin to that of a puppy waiting for her treat. the tears in her sparkly eyes made her look absolutely debauched.
“you want me to take that off, you little bitch?” you snarled, clearly still not impressed with her. she nodded feverishly at both the degrading nickname you had chosen for her and the thought of her mouth being freed.
as you moved closer to her, she practically flung her body towards you, expecting you to unclasp the god awful gag. she looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, clearly under the full impression that you were actually going to take the gag out of her mouth. you tut. what a foolish girl.
instead, you inch closer to her parted lips, landing a sticky kiss right on the heart shaped gag. she lets out a whimper at the action, truly wishing it was her empty mouth you were licking at, so she could at least stick her tongue down your throat and suck on your pink muscle in return.
your fingers trailed down her ivory pale tummy, admiring the soft, supple skin and the puff of blue ink decorating her torso, before slipping down to the mound of her cute pussy, finger dipping slightly past her entrance. you knew how sensitive her hole was, and you knew any sort of contact would have her reeling. she almost screamed around the silicone as she felt just the slightest tip of your finger breach past her tight pussy hole, needing so much more than what you were supplying her with.
before she could actually enjoy it, you pull away from her, leaning back on your elbows and spreading your legs once again. she lets out a cry of pure defeat but is distracted from her own anguish as her gaze falls down the expanse of your tits and stomach to your ruined cunt.
“you wanna put your mouth on me?” you ask, looking at her with hooded eyes. she nods so fast you suspect she’s given herself whiplash, eyes never leaving your pussy. the way your cream still flowed out of you. she couldn’t tell if it was the same liquid from your release, or a new wave of arousal caused by her mental and physical torment. she had a feeling it was the latter.
her poor little head couldn’t think of how to effectively eat you out, what with the heady scent of your cunt and the sound of the wetness sloshing between your legs occupying her already fuzzy mind.
she looks at you frantically, not understanding what you want from her. she was starting to get anxious, worried you really weren’t going to let her get her mouth on you at all tonight.
you smile at her cruelly, shrugging as you say, “figure it out, princess”
and all she can do is sob out as she feels a new stream of slick force its way out of her throbbing, puffy pussy.
oh, your poor, poor baby. this was going to be the death of her.
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.
