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can u write about u being arcane!women’s first experience with a girl? bonus points if u include lesbian pining ,,, my heart would be yours

of course! thank you for the request <3

did not include vi or sevika since im p sure they’re both canonically experienced sorryyy

summary; reader being arcane women’s first experience with a woman (or at all).

characters included; jinx, mel, caitlyn, lest

tags/warnings; fingering, cunnilingus, tribbing, loss of virginity, masturbation, squirting (jinx), semi-public (caitlyn), smoking (lest), fluff, friends to lovers/fwb however you wanna interpret it, yearning/pining

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* jinx’s first experience with a woman was her first experience, point blank. she’d never been particularly interested in pursuing anybody, never had the time nor drive for it. on nights the girl did find herself pent up, she’d relieve herself on her own pillows or fingers.

✧.* though once she met you, she understood very quickly why other people had those urges. she didn’t want to necessarily lust over you; she has decency. but from the first moment you met, jinx was captivated by your eyes. taken by your voice and the way you handled her- not like piltover’s most wanted, but just a girl.

✧.* you'd spoken to her with such regard, like she was just anyone else. you were kind. and the more jinx came to know you, the more she found herself falling. not only were you kind, but you seemed genuinely interested in her. what type of interested, she couldn't figure out, but you asked her about herself. you cared what she had to say, you laughed along with her. spent time at her hideout, invited her to your place.

✧.* and your smile, janna above- your smile. the girl could feel herself being drawn in by you, both in terms of as a person and... as a partner. she really does enjoy your company, she loves all of your little quirks. but damn, does she just wish she could kneel between your legs and get a taste of you, hear each breathy moan she pulls from you.

✧.* often, it's not even five minutes after you leave the hideout that jinx has her pants pulled down around her ankles, fingers playing with her needy clit whilst her back arches off the cot- imagining it were you touching her instead. she wonders how your fingers would feel inside of her. how would they fill her? would you take your time, or give it to her rough, splitting her open on your fingers alone?

✧.* the fantasy alone brings jinx to ecstasy more times than she can count, but it's not enough. she wants you to be the one making her feel good- feel better than she can with just her fingers. she's never felt like this before. yet all she knows is every fiber of her being craves you.

✧.* though it's late at night at jinx's hideout when rain takes zaun. it doesn't rain too often in the undercity, but when it does, it's bad. you both know that at this time of night, with this rain, it wouldn't be safe for you to return to your place. so jinx is the first to suggest: "why don't you stay here tonight?"

✧.* you're quick to accept. the two of you have spent several nights together, so tonight should be no different. though it does excite you a little, being able to spend this much time with her. alone. you're trying to keep it subtle, but you've been developing feelings for your new friend for a while now. you'd noticed her smile, her laugh, the way her braids move with every moment. her absolute genius qualities when she rambles on about her inventions, though it goes in one ear and out the other for you. you'll always listen, though, because it's jinx.

✧.* it starts off innocent: talking to each other about your day. you telling jinx about the friends you'd hung out with today (though you swear you can see a twinge of jealousy in her eyes). jinx telling you about the gadgets she'd experimented with, though none of the experiments were fruitful.

✧.* "well, it's good for learning, isn't it?" you murmur, noticing jinx inching closer, closer to you. she's sitting on her knees, but her face is alarmingly close to yours. so close that you can feel her warm breath on the skin of your neck, and you can detect the faint scent of gunpowder on her.

✧.* it happens before you can stop yourself. you're leaning forward, pressing your lips to jinx's. softly, at first. but as soon as the girl reciprocates, it's wild. a push and pull, ebb and flow of pure want. her slender fingers are already sliding up your shirt while your hands find purchase on her plump rear, all while your tongues swirl together in an uncoordinated fight for dominance.

✧.* you both swallow up moans from the other- your head falling back from jinx's lips when she reaches for your tits and squeezes. "hmph, ah.. that's-" "good?" "mhm, really good..."

✧.* hands continue to wander. squeeze, grope, caress, until the girl's fingers land at the waistband of your shorts, and she pauses. her rosy eyes look into yours, almost searching for any trace of doubt. "are you.. sure about this?"

✧.* and you can only nod. fuck, you've waited this long. you want her, and clearly jinx wants you in return.

✧.* it's a mess of rushed touches. you slipping jinx's top over her head to reveal her perfect, perky tits- squeezing them a little and seeing her lips part while you play with them. you're both learning just how sensitive that part of her is.. and it's something you'll keep in mind.

✧.* she doesn't know quite what to do, jinx has only ever pleasured herself. she isn't sure how to make somebody else feel good, how to have sex, but she's more than willing to try. instead of getting herself too worked up, she just lets things take their course. she's here for the ride.

✧.* it's when you begin to slot your legs with jinx's that her breath hitches, and she eagerly completes the motion. though jinx isn't experienced, she's heard things from around zaun, read things in books and magazines during her spare time. the girl knows what you're trying, and it only serves to heighten her excitement.

✧.* as soon as your pussy makes contact with hers, she gasps, her eyes locking with yours while her hands come to grip at your hips. jinx will make damn sure you're not going anywhere- then you both start to move, and jinx swears she can see stars.

✧.* "hng, fuck... you feel so good, so good-" and she can tell that you're enjoying this too, from the way your eyes are half-lidded and hazy, the way your hips slowly rock into hers. "so do you, i- shit!"

✧.* the pace doesn't stay slow for long. both of you speed up, greedy for each little touch and brush of your aching clits. your combined moans mix together, slick coating the both of your inner thighs while you rut against each other like needy animals. jinx's manicured nails dig into the flesh of your hips, a delicious sting whilst you grope at anything you can: her ass, her slim waist, her tits.

✧.* she feels it then. that familiar knot in the pit of her stomach. her toned abs clenching with every motion, and she can tell by your increasingly high-pitched moans that you're right there with her. one of her arms moves to drape around your neck to pull you closer, closer. it's not only about the physical act, but being with you.

✧.* "i'm gonna.. gonna cum," she breathes out, the girl's voice a soft whine. her lower lip is caught beneath her gapped teeth while her eyes roll back the slightest bit. you only nod frantically, moving to press soft kisses along the expanse of her jawline. "i know, i know.. mm- me too."

✧.* your motions only become more frenzied, more wild with each passing moment as you both chase your high. your foreheads pressed together whilst your sounds of pleasure mix together and the lewd sounds of your cunts gliding against each other can be heard.

✧.* with one final brush of your clits, one last squeeze of her peachy ass, jinx's back arches against you. a shrill, high-pitched cry escapes her, her hips still endlessly moving as she reaches her climax- purple-pink liquid squirting out to coat your lower stomach and thighs. she chants out your name like it's a hymn. and you're not far behind, coming undone into her embrace shortly thereafter.

✧.* it's a mess. mixed arousal between your legs, a sheen of sweat over your skin. jinx's bangs sticking to her forehead and her breath coming in shallow gasps, while you can barely string together a sentence. the only thing you can think to do is hold each other. stay there, stay until you've calmed down.

✧.* "jeez, that was..." she gasps out, a light smile tugging at her lips. "yeah... wow."

mel;

✧.* mel has been intrigued by you since the moment you met. you came to her as an assistant of sorts, someone hired by the council to sort through her papers, answer letters and calls. though she wasn't made aware of this until you were actually there, she quickly became used to your presence. came to enjoy it, even.

✧.* "alright, so... my files are over here, organized alphabetically. my finances are personal, so i hope you weren't hired as an accountant-" "i wasn't." "you weren't? perfect. then, my pens are here, and you're welcome to use this chair..."

✧.* before long, the two of you became good friends. mel still likes having her time in her office, after all- so you'd talk to her while copying files or stamping her signature on paperwork. it started off simple. mel's role as a councilwoman, how you became an assistant, your respective families, what you both like to do outside of work, what kind of books you read...

✧.* though things became a bit more personal after a few weeks. you'd asked if mel was seeing anyone- no, she wasn't. she had been with the so-called 'man of progress' for a while, but it didn't end up working out. when prompted as to why it didn't work out, mel didn't want to say.

✧.* and she'd asked you the same thing. "i don't really have the time for that, miss medarda," you'd replied, feeding another sheet into her paper shredder. "mel. we're friends, aren't we?" "...yes, we're friends."

✧.* shortly thereafter, you'd taken your friendship outside of work. often visiting piltover's shops together, mel showing you her favorite spots for candles and jewelry while you showed her different food joints (each one she thoroughly enjoyed trying). it was a bit of adventure both of you needed in your lives.

✧.* though mel found herself growing fond of you after another few weeks. fond of you, in a way inappropriate between friends. she enjoyed your company, she did. but the woman couldn't help wondering what your lips would feel like on hers- what they'd taste like.

✧.* but you're both professionals- you can't do that. at least not in her office. perish the thought.

✧.* not until she finally got you back at her home did you even consider anything like that. it's a vast space, white walls and marble floors. gold accents the walls, several photos hung up with the faint scents of a hibiscus candle burning. what surprised you was that mel's home isn't like the stereotypical cut-and-dry home of piltover's inhabitants, soulless and bare. her house feels like a home.

✧.* "nice place," you observe, your eyes scanning her living room with increased admiration. "thank you," she'd replied, before taking a seat on a couch against the wall. the woman's green eyes flit up to you, that gentle smile of hers gracing her features. "come, sit."

✧.* you're all too eager to accept the woman's invitation. sitting close to her, your thigh brushes the side of hers- an action that doesn't go unnoticed by either of you, but one that isn't brought up in word. you clear your throat, turning your gaze back to mel's eyes. "right. so... did you have anything planned for tonight?"

✧.* "not really," mel shrugs, tilting her head lightly. "i was hoping you'd had something in mind." and truth be told, you did. your thighs were still touching, her glossed lips look so damn inviting, and her voice, oh gods, her voice. what you wouldn't give to hear her whimpering in your ear. you can't think much before your hand is on her thigh, fingers crawling higher- higher, until they're almost at the top of her skirt.

✧.* "...what are you doing?" she murmurs, though it's clear in her expression that this isn't unwanted. "just.. wanna feel you," you respond. she swallows, nodding, a heavy breath escaping her. but there's still an underlying level of uncertainty. "something's wrong. you can tell me, you know?"

✧.* mel sighs again, looking off to the side with a sheepish air. "it's just... i've never been with a woman before." the words hang over your heads, charged with energy and desire. mel is expecting disappointment, maybe rejection, but what she gets instead is a laugh from you. you shake your head, your grin wide. "so? that doesn't matter. there's a first time for everything."

✧.* and this relaxes mel that much more. truth be told, she'd harbored feelings for women before. she'd admired them from afar, held their hands, wished to kiss them, but never had the chance to. maybe she'd been afraid. maybe it was the fact she wasn't too experienced in general, even with men, because of her job. what she does know, is that she's sure of this- of you. "okay," she whispers.

✧.* that's all the incentive that you need to let your hand trail closer to her, brushing over her clothed core. it elicits a soft gasp from the woman, before you quickly capture her lips with your own. it's gentle, the two of you finding a slow rhythm after mere seconds. mel's hand comes to cup your cheek while your thumb teases her slit over her panties.

✧.* a few more moments of teasing, kissing, hearing her breathy sounds, and you pull mel's white panties to the side. just enough to expose her to cold air, before your thumb lands on her clit again- bare, this time. she lets out a guttural moan, lips parted an arm comes to wrap around your neck.

✧.* "ah- haaah, that's good," she manages. the corners of your lips tug up in a soft smile- good. you're doing something right. your thumb circles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her going, until slowly, your middle finger eases into her entrance, and her back arches.

✧.* you give her a moment to adjust, slowly pumping your middle finger in and out of her. she's wet, soaking, clearly eager for this, her hole seeming to just suck you in. both her mind and her body are on the same page.

✧.* "ngh- more, please..." she whimpers, and your grin only widens. you don't need to be told twice- within a matter of seconds, you're inserting your ring finger, pumping both fingers inside, keeping a steady pace on mel's needy clit.

✧.* she's whimpering, moaning out, her arm around you tightening. she needs you closer, though you're all too happy to oblige. you press soft, fleeting kisses over the expanse of her neck, humming soft praises to her throughout your efforts. it's when you curl your fingers against that spongy spot that causes mel's back to arch into you. her eyes almost roll back, her mouth hanging open as a subtle 'uh, uh, uh' is drawn from the woman.

✧.* it doesn't take long for her to get there. her gummy walls squeezing and fluttering around your digits while you continuously thrust in and out of her, pussy squelching eagerly. it's electric, intoxicating. "oh, oh, gods, i'm gonna-"

✧.* "shh, shh, i know," you murmur, your voice a gentle whisper. your voice has a dominating edge still, but it's soft. reassuring. mel is safe with you, and she knows that. "go ahead, beautiful. let go for me."

✧.* her eyes roll back with those words, and you feel her positively gushing around your fingers. your name falls from her plump lips over and over, a symphony just for your ears. it might be the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. you keep your fingers inside, curling and pumping to ride her through her orgasm.

✧.* after a moment, you slowly slide out your fingers, your clean hand coming to cup the woman's chin. "everything okay?" you whisper. she only swallows and nods, clearly breathless and spent. "mhm.. that was good. great."

caitlyn;

✧.* caitlyn has always been a bit too preoccupied for any types of relationships or always flings. she's eyed women before; always found them beautiful, fascinating. even from a young age, she'd often find herself distracted during lessons by a female classmate, or maybe a friend of hers whilst training as an enforcer. but never had any time to pursue it further than friendship.

✧.* though, as of late, caitlyn has found herself with much more free time. it's not that her workload has lessened, but she's learned some time management. learned how to prioritize, and only take on what's in her best interest. it was while you were both at one of piltover's many city fundraising events that you first saw each other.

✧.* the first time the girl saw you, she was captivated. no better word for it, you were beautiful. the dress you wore was elegant, sleek, but showed your figure in a tasteful manner- and when you looked over your shoulder, the two of you locked eyes for just a moment. she was about to look away in embarrassment, but then you smiled at her.

✧.* when you'd made your way over to caitlyn with careful steps, caitlyn's heart nearly stopped. she's a confident and strong woman- she shouldn't be like this. but around you, she couldn't help it. she didn't have a chance from the start.

✧.* "hi," you'd started. "you're the kiramman girl, right?" to which she'd nodded, clutching the handle of her champagne glass a little tighter. "i am. did you have business with me?" "no, just wanted to talk to you."

✧.* and talk you did. you held her attention nearly the entire night, even through auctions and gatherings within the fundraiser. you talked about your jobs, your families, what brought you to this fundraiser (caitlyn had to be there as a figurehead, you just liked to spectate the auctions).

✧.* you quickly became friends thereafter. you exchanged information, and turns out, you didn't live too far from caitlyn's residence. the two of you often met at similar events, immediately seeking each other out and basking in each other's company. you laughed, you made commentary, you snuck off together to gossip about piltover's nobility.

✧.* "these auctions are so stupid," you huffed, crossing your arms. "i mean, what does the money even go towards?" "the council," caitlyn responded, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. apparently it isn't, but this is the norm for her. "aha! i knew it!"

✧.* your conversations grow more intimate, eventually. you start talking about your ambitions, your philosophies, what's truly important to you in life. you talk about relationships, and while you tell caitlyn that you've been in one serious relationship, she's never dated anyone. cute, you figure, but you're not surprised. someone of her occupation and status likely doesn't have the time or want for things like that.

✧.* or so you thought. the woman found herself growing more and more fond of you with each day, each conversation. every time your eyes locked with hers or she saw your bright smile, her heart contracted in her chest, and she knew she was in for it. it was made even worse when she got a glimpse of your hips swaying, or your cleavage when you bent down.

✧.* she didn't do anything with these feelings at first, she didn't know how. she didn't know what she was supposed to do with herself, not when you were so utterly enchanting. not when you'd made her feel things she'd never felt before, without even doing anything together.

✧.* it was when caitlyn first showed you around her office and you sat on the edge of her wooden desk that she realized just how intimate this moment between the two of you was. a locked door, the blinds half-closed, only the two of you in her private office after hours. she'd wanted to show you without being interrupted, but now- damn the tour. it's not that interesting anyways, she thinks.

✧.* but how, exactly, is she supposed to bring this up? "hey, i've taken a liking to you and would like to expand on that?" that's stupid. she can't just...

✧.* "hey, caitlyn, are you alright?" she hears, which snaps her out of her daze. the tips of her ears are flushed the slightest bit, but she swallows and nods without turning to you. her back facing you, her arms crossed over her chest- she never acts like this. tentatively, you reach out to take one of her arms and gently turn her.

✧.* "come on. if something's wrong, you can tell me," you urge, and the softness in your gaze nearly kills her. but she doesn't know what else to do, so she lunges forward and crashes her lips into yours. her hands brace on either side of the desk where you're sitting- and to your surprise, you don't pull away. you don't reject her. she's met with your lips moving against her, your tongue tracing along her bottom lip in a silent plea for entrance. yes, she answers.

✧.* kissing turns into fondling, with caitlyn's hands sliding up the hem of your shirt. taking your breasts through your bra and squeezing, causing your head to tilt back in ecstasy. she seems confident enough- but she pauses, letting out a heavy sigh. "...i've never done this before," she whispers.

✧.* "i know," you hum, wrapping your arms around the woman's slender waist. "but that's okay. just let me lead, alright?"

✧.* she takes a moment, but slowly nods. "okay," she breathes out, before you gently guide her to lay back on the hard wood of her desk. with your positions now switched, you hike up her top- placing light pecks over her stomach, down towards the waistband of her slacks. she's a bit breathy, squirming, but it's just nerves, you figure. your fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, slowly pulling them down until they pool around her ankles.

✧.* "relax, darling," you whisper, the pet name causing a shiver to run down her spine. her cotton panties are soon to follow, joining her pants around her ankles. leaning in closer, you can see just how worked up she is already. it's sweet, a little endearing, even. you hadn't even properly done anything. maybe it's nerves, maybe it's excitement, maybe it's a mix of both.

✧.* when your tongue lands on her clit and starts to tentatively swirl, caitlyn bites back a moan. her hand flies to clap over her mouth as you deliver little kitten licks over the bud. she's already so damn wet, as if her pussy is greedily inviting you in. how cute.

✧.* you keep those motions going, deciding you won't try and put your tongue in. at least, not this time. maybe another, if you get that far (and you hope to janna you do). your motions quicken and her chest heaves, her breath coming to her in labored gasps. despite her hand over her mouth, a few deep moans still escape. they might be the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

✧.* it's when your lips form a seal over her clit and you suck, that you feel caitlyn's free hand fly down to tangle in your hair. "hah- oh! oh, that's-" she pushes you a little closer, seeking out every bit of friction she can get. she's going off of pure instinct and need. there's no rhyme or reason to her efforts, but you can see just how badly she needs this. you only quicken, detecting how close the girl is.

✧.* "gonna- mmph, i'm close," she whines out, words still muffled by her own hand. those words spur you on, sucking, licking, doing whatever humanly possible to bring her there. you'll show her just how good this can be. how good she can feel.

✧.* within moments, a sharp cry escapes her as her hips arch into your mouth. they're bucking against your tongue, seeking out more, more, more, while she gushes onto the hard wood. "hng.. cumming, cumming," she whimpers.

✧.* you ease away from her within the next moment, slowly crawling up her body to brush light kisses along her neck. her hand falls from her mouth, the woman panting underneath you. "everything okay?" she swallows and nods, her arms coming to wrap around you and rest on your lower back. "yeah... yeah. more than okay, actually."

lest;

✧.* lest is a busy woman. she's got an appreciation for life outside of her job, of course, she's always been an independent and artistic sort of woman. though she's never really had much time for relationships in her life, only the odd fling here and then. all of which have been with men.

✧.* of course, she's looked at and admired women before. desired them, several times. but lest has never pursued those feelings, always deeming herself too busy or too tired. truth be told, it's been a while since any sexual encounters, but she's able to take care of herself. she has a right hand for when she gets particularly frustrated.

✧.* though when lest ran into you at one of piltover's markets, it was different. several local artists, seamstresses, jewelers, and weavers of all kinds had set up booths with a wide arrange of products. no two stalls were the same, she's found, but she finds you at a booth advertising hand-woven tapestries. only from the back at first, but she heard your laugh as you spoke with the weaver. an old friend, perhaps? she got a bit closer, though, and you turned back over your shoulder to look at her. lest swore she could feel her heart stop, if only for a second.

✧.* then you smiled at her. very quickly, lest knew that she had to do something, but she wasn't sure exactly what. she didn't know how she was supposed to approach you, if that was even welcome, but-

✧.* "you're staring," you'd pointed out, then beckoned the woman over with your hand. "the tapestries are beautiful, i'm sure you'd like them."

✧.* the two of you shortly struck up a conversation- small talk, mostly. you told her about your line of work, before she said that she works with the wealthy people of piltover in peddling shimmer. it's candid, a bit too honest, but you didn't seem to mind. you didn't have much of a reaction at all, in fact.

✧.* nearing the end of the interaction, you wrote your phone number down on a slip of paper and handed it over with a light grin. "no pressure, but in case you want to talk," you'd said.

✧.* and talk she did. the two of you spoke at least once every day over the phone, over anything and everything- life, family, gossip about all the people lest meets and services, about your own relationships...

✧.* lest is a good listener, you'd learned that early on. but she seems a bit more reserved. she's your friend, shouldn't you feel comfortable telling you things? you've told the woman some rather personal things, such as your one and only breakup story, and your qualms with family, even your ambitions.

✧.* "come on," you'd urged, a playful lilt to your voice. "just tell me something. have you ever been with anyone, like... intimately?"

✧.* you'd then heard a deep sigh on the other end. "a few times," she'd murmured, her voice gravelly. "never anything serious." and she'd left it at that.

✧.* but with every phone call, every time you met back up with the woman in person and snaked your arms around her waist upon reunion, lest could feel her feelings towards you taking a less innocent turn. she'd started to see you as less of a friend, and more of a companion. she saw the way your lips curved into a smile when you spotted her across a room, your cleavage when you wore those tanks on particularly hot days, your legs... lest wanted more, that's what she knew for certain.

✧.* it was when you'd met in lest's home that things got a bit more heated. you'd been to her place a few times already: intricately-woven rugs decorated the floors, the thick aroma of incense filled the air in each room. the place was carefully decorated with various trinkets and keepsakes collected over several years, yet it just felt so lest. she sat you down on a green velvet couch, sitting down next to you before lighting a pipe.

✧.* pink smoke filled the room and exited through her lips, before the woman turns her attention back to you. "care for some?" you just shook your head with a polite smile, before laying your head on her shoulder. it's a bold move, sure, but it feels natural. her breath hitches in her throat, though she tries her hardest to push the feelings of arousal down.

✧.* it's a moment of comfortable silence, maybe too comfortable. lest taking puffs of shimmer and relaxing more and more into the couch. you've gotta do something, you figure- and that's when your lips land on lest's. careful, tentative, you're expecting to maybe be pushed away.

✧.* but that isn't what happens at all. she pushes into it, quickly wrapping her arms around your neck as her tongue slips into your mouth with almost scary ease. your bodies begin to move together, you can feel lest's erection through her skirt. your hand starts to reach between her thighs, but your wrist is quickly grabbed. lest pulls away, breathless and panting.

✧.* "no," she insists. "i want to do something for you." your eyes widen a bit with that, and you tilt your head. "are you sure? i really don't m-" "no."

✧.* lest then moves to kneel on the floor between your legs. she looks up at you for a silent confirmation before you nod, giving a whispered 'go ahead.' that's all the cue lest needs before her lips begin trailing up your inner thighs, soft and careful. her touches feel loving, intimate. not lustful or rushed like you might've prepared for, though you know lest better by now.

✧.* she then works her way up right beside your aching pussy, which causes you to shiver ever so slightly. she can see the wet spot on your panties, only proof of just how much you want this. it spurs the woman on that much more. she slowly pulls them down around your ankles, before she places a kiss right over your slit.

✧.* "ah- that's..." you breathe out, before lest's tongue lands on you. though the way lest is doing this, you can sense that she hasn't done this before. it isn't bad, per se, but some guidance could help. "a little higher, baby," you whisper. the pet name is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and she follows your instructions. the second her tongue lands on your clit your head falls back, and you let out a sharp moan. that's it, she thinks. she's doing this right.

✧.* she delivers a few slow licks at first, but quickly goes to swirling her tongue over the bud. you're practically soaked by now- your juices are soaking down her chin. your moans bounce of the walls like some kind of melody, one lest wants to hear more and more of. she groans against you, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure.

✧.* "mmph- fuck! right there, lest, right there-" which is when she began to suck, and you let out a shrill cry. she alternated between motions, licking and sucking, taking you apart meticulously with her hot tongue alone.

✧.* it's electric. it feels like your head is spinning, all of your senses heightened. you can feel a knot forming in the bottom of your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter with each swipe of lest's tongue. her lips against you, her claws digging into your hips, it's all too much. yet so fucking delicious.

✧.* "please, keep going, i'm.. i'm gonna," you breathe out, your breaths labored. lest doesn't stop for a second, her eyes half-lidded and all of her attention honed in on you. she keeps alternating, desperate to bring you there. she'll take you to that edge, all you have to do is fall over.

✧.* and you do, with a sharp cry of her name. your orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, a sheen of sweat over your body whilst she takes her time cleaning you up- damn, she's dedicated. she pulls back, though, licking her lips before her yellow eyes flit up to you.

✧.* "was.. that okay?" she murmurs, moving her hands to rest on your thighs. "okay?" you laugh, shaking your head. "gods, that was... amazing. a lot better than okay."

#damn who else died #jinxie recs !

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just4jinx · 12 days ago

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VIDEO CONNECTION . . . (nsfw)

# cw. virtual sex, masturbation, dirty talk, teasing, taunting(?), praising, fwb(?), yearning, smut with plot, modern au. mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ

# wc. 2.4k

—inspired by . . . Girls on the Internet ♪♫♪

Jinx had always been reckless, but this? this is a whole new kind of thrill.

you had met online months ago—just another faceless username in a sea of them. a random server, a few playful insults, and somehow, you had become her person—the one she stayed up with, the one who made her stomach tighten with anticipation every time her phone chimed with a new message.

the video calls had started off innocent, too; late-night conversations, inside jokes, teasing comments that made you both linger a little too long. then curiosity crept in. you wanted to know what Jinx looked like when she stretched in the morning, all soft and sleepy. she wanted to see you fresh out of the shower, hair damp, skin glistening. you tested the waters with small slips—a bare shoulder here, a flash of skin there—until the tension was unbearable.

one dare turned into a challenge, a stolen glimpse into a full view. and now? now, there are no secrets left between you.

and tonight is no different.

Jinx sits back against the headboard, one leg bent, the other stretched out, her laptop positioned just right, the glow of the screen casting a soft light over her bare skin. the only thing she’s wearing is a loose tank top, thin enough to show the faintest outline of her nipples, and a pair of vibrant blue lace panties that ride high on her hips—just enough to cover, just enough to tease, meant to be seen; she’s barely bothering to keep up the pretense of modesty.

she drums her fingers against her thigh, anticipation curling hot in her stomach. she had been waiting for this all day, her needy cunt dampening her underwear and begging to be played with.

you always unwind together, always let the other watch. touching yourselves with nothing but pixels and distance between you, whispering things you shouldn’t, making each other feel without ever actually feeling.

she had never met you in person, never once felt your skin or breathed the same air. Jinx has never been shy, but you have a way of making her feel exposed, even when she isn’t stripping down in front of the camera.

the screen flickers, and you appear; hair tumbling over your bare shoulders, lips already parted, skin warm and flushed from the heat of your bedroom. you’re wearing that robe again—deep red, barely held together by the loosest of ties, leaving just enough to make her wish she could reach through the screen and pull it open herself.

you look wreckable, and you want to be—she knows that.

“damn,” she murmurs, licking her rosy lips. “you didn’t waste any time, huh?”

your smirk is slow as your gaze drags over her image on the screen, wanting. “neither did you.”

Jinx shifts, deliberately dragging her fingers up her bare thigh, watching your eyes follow the movement.

she wanted to be good. really, she did; she told herself she’d start with something sweet, ask you how your day was, maybe even tease a little before getting to the part she’d been thinking about since the moment she woke up.

but fuck, you’re right there, looking so soft, so warm, so fucking tempting, and her patience is gone. her tongue darts out to wet her lips, voice dropping into something low, hungry. “you waiting for me to ask nicely, or…?”

you tilt your head, eyes glinting with something wicked. “you could ask nicely.”

she scoffs. “not my style.”

your grin widens as your fingers slip beneath the edge of your robe, parting the fabric just a little more—just enough to tease. “then maybe i’ll make you work for it.”

Jinx just chuckles, genuinely amused this time and completely unbothered because you always say that—you’re usually the first to break, too. “sure you will,” she drawls, her smirk deepening. “go on, trouble. make me.”

you narrow your eyes, the flicker of indignation in them only making her smirk grow. cocky little shit, always so sure of herself.

but you’re not giving up just yet. you lean forward, chest pressing subtly toward the laptop, adjusting the webcam just enough to let her see the way two of your fingers slip between your lips. you hum softly, coating them in warm, wet heat before pulling them out with a quiet, obscene little pop. her gaze darkens instantly.

you trail your slick digits slowly down the valley of your breasts, dragging moisture over flushed skin, watching Jinx watch you. “bet you wish you could touch me right now,” you press on, voice soft and airy, deliberately pornographic. you want her to feel it, to ache for it.

her smirk twitches, her cocky composure wavering just slightly. her pupils are blown wide, her chest rising and falling just a little too fast “you have no idea,” she mutters, voice rough.

your lips curve, heat pooling in your stomach at the way she’s looking at you, at the hunger there. “oh, i think i do.”

she exhales sharply, her fingers twitching against the sheets. “you gonna show me?”

“you first.”

Jinx sighs, feigning disappointment. “so demanding.”

“so stubborn.”

she only grins in return, dragging the moment out, making you wait. instead of stripping fully, she lifts her shirt a little higher—her fingers skimming over her stomach, tracing lazy circles against soft and creamy skin, dipping dangerously low.

so close, but not quite.

“i love when you try to play this game,” she murmurs, her voice a slow, delicious drawl. “really, i do.”

the shift in control is so quick you barely catch it before it’s slipping through your fingers. she feels your resolve waver, and that smug, knowing look is back in full force. “i’ll give you one more chance,” she says, tilting her head. “be a good girl and give in now, and i might go easy on you.”

you suck in a breath, pulse hammering in your throat. you could keep fighting, keep teasing, keep pretending you have the upper hand; but Jinx knows you too fucking well.

you exhale slowly before reaching for the sash of your robe. the silk slips open, revealing smooth, bare skin beneath. “happy now?” you groan, falling back against your pillows.

she drags her teeth over her bottom lip, eyes locked onto your every movement. “getting there.” god, she hates that there’s a screen between you—that you’re right there, and yet still untouchable.

“your turn.”

she shivers as she lets her hand drift lower, lazily pulling her knees toward her chest. “you gonna watch real close for me?” her voice is candy-sweet, purposefully cheeky.

“wouldn’t miss a thing,” you rasp, gripping your sheets in anticipation.

her smirk deepens. good.

“you know,” Jinx purrs, her voice laced with amusement, “there are people out there who’d drop a stupid amount of cash on a camgirl for a show like this.” she pauses, manicured nails dragging over the lacy material of her panties. “but me? i do it just for you.” she pulls the fabric upward, between her puffy folds, whining softly as it digs into her needy clit.

you whimper. actually whimper just from that alone. “fuck.”

“already?” she can feel the weight of your attention, and she relishes it. “you like seeing me like this?”

you swallow hard, fingers moving in slow, teasing circles over your own skin, making yourself shudder. “just keep going.” you want her hands on you, slow and cruel fingers exploring your body like she has all the time in the world. watching her through the screen, the way her hips are rolling lazily against the fabric of her panties, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she grins at you—it’s not enough.

she hums in pleasure, finally releasing the material with a shaky sigh. “tell me what you’re thinking.”

you inhale sharply, eyes locked onto Jinx like you want to devour her. “i’m thinking about how much i hate this distance.”

she chuckles, breathless. “no shit.”

you smirk back, but it falters as your hand moves again, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips as you unceremoniously sink a finger past your aching entrance.

her eyes widen. “fuck. you’re already—”

you nod, eyelids fluttering, and she groans as she finally sheds her loose top to give you something to really look at, pink nipples already hardened and begging for attention. “wish it was me?”

“so bad.” your breath hitches as her perky tits come into view, admiring the way the blue clouds of her tattoo curl above her right nipple; you figure it must’ve hurt getting it done, but you know she enjoyed every second of it—probably let out a small whimper at some point, too.

she hooks her thumbs under the elastic clinging to her hips, planting her feet on the bed as she finally slides her panties down her thighs, kicking them off. “bet you’re so wet for me.”

you moan, pushing your finger deeper as she displays her pink cunt, spreading her own slick folds so you can have your fill. “come on, pretty girl,” she coaxes, voice honeyed and slow. “don’t you wanna let me see?”

you barely hesitate before you scoot closer, letting her see just how much you want this, how much you want her.

“you getting shy on me now?” she tuts, collecting her moisture and dragging it upward, playing with her sensitive bud. “add one more.”

your body tenses at the command, and you comply, easily stuffing a second finger in. she lets out a quiet, satisfied hum, her gaze locked onto every tiny movement, every shift of your hips, every sharp inhale.

“that’s it. good fucking girl,” she murmurs. “feel me?”

“mmm, yeah,” you exhale sharply, your body twitching as you pump in and out at a steady rhythm. “i do.”

she mewls as she applies more pressure against herself, slowly spiraling from the image alone. “how’s it feel?”

you tilt your head back, fully sinking into it. “like your hands are all over me.”

“they would be.”

you whimper, pleasure curling in your gut at the thought of Jinx’s touch instead of your own, her body pressing you down, making you take it. but it’s just you and the screens between you, the grainy flicker of video quality that blurs her edges but never dulls the intensity in her eyes. “where would you touch me first?”

she exhales, free hand trailing to her chest and pinching a hardened peak, before rolling it between her thumb and index finger, mewling like a needy cat from the added stimulation. “mhm, here… and then—” her back arches softly as she teases her tiny hole with shallow thrusts, like she’s touching you instead. “here.”

you let out a ragged breath, your body tightening. “Jinx—”

“look at you,” she murmurs, her fingers moving a little faster. “fucking yourself for me. so needy.” how ironic, you think.

your thighs press together for a second before you force them back open, knowing she’s watching. “shut up,” you mutter, but your voice shakes, pleasure fraying the edges of your words.

“you wish i was stretching you out instead?” she presses, voice dripping with mock sympathy, filthy and thick with heat. “mhm, i know you do.”

you groan, your free hand fisting into the sheets to anchor yourself.

“easy, baby,” she croons, her teasing momentarily softening as your frustration spills over. but her voice—low, syrup-thick—only makes it worse. “wish it was your mouth instead.”

she leans in slightly, her eyes locking onto the webcam with a sharp, predatory gleam, like she’s seeing you, like she’s right there. “wish I could ride that pretty tongue,” she breathes, her lips curling into something downright sinful. but then her voice dips into that slow, taunting drawl again. “you’d love that, wouldn’t you? getting me all messy, still tasting me hours later?”

you’re grateful for your vivid imagination—because right now, you can practically taste her. you imagine it would be rich and heady, intoxicating. salty-sweet, like sweat-dampened skin kissed by heat. you can almost feel the way her juices would linger, sticky and warm, a sinful kind of aftertaste that would make you chase it, again and again, never quite satisfied, never quite finished.

your movements grow frantic, your body desperate, chasing something just out of reach. “you’ll ruin me,” you gasp, your voice breaking, raw with need.

she lets out a sweet, knowing chuckle. because of course she will—the screen between you is nothing but a temporary barrier to something inevitable.

“go faster,” you whimper pleadingly, needing her to feel it, needing her to match you.

and Jinx—despite all her previous teasing—obeys instantly, fingers thrusting into her needy hole and pulling wet squelching sounds from it, arousal dripping onto the sheets below. her whole body shudders at the image of you on top of her, taking what you need, fucking using her.

you let out a soft hum in response, low and breathy. “feel good, baby?”

she groans, brows knitting together as she feels the way her stomach clenches, the way every muscle in her body coils tight like a bowstring about to snap. “you know it does.”

“you gonna come with me?” your eyes flutter shut for a moment before snapping back open, locking onto hers through the screen. “you look so fucking pretty when you do.” her hips jerk under her own touch, and you press on, “pretend i’m right there—pretend i’m inside you.”

she whimpers, her whole body shaking now. “i’m—oh fuck—”

your pulse is pounding in your ears, your body thrumming, her every movement sending heat through your veins. your breaths tangle through the speakers, sharp and uneven, and you can feel yourself slipping, muscles tensing tighter and tighter—

and then she moans, soft and wrecked, and you hold back just enough to catch a glimpse of her face twisting in pleasure before you follow. your back arches, breath hitching in your throat as the world shatters in a rush of heat and white noise.

somewhere through the haze, Jinx hears her name spilling from your lips, breathy and desperate, like she’s right there, pressed against you, instead of miles away.

for a long moment, there’s only the distant hum of the laptop and the sound of breathing—heavy, shaky, spent—as you ride the same wave that crashed over the both of you.

“holy shit,” she pants, voice wrecked as she drags a hand through her messy hair. “i felt you.”

you let out a breathless laugh, watching as her juices trail down to her peach-shaped ass, glistening in the faint glow of her screen, wishing you could be the one to lick her clean. “mmm. that good, huh?”

Jinx finally cracks a lazy, exhausted grin. “imagine how much better it’ll be when i’m actually there.” she exhales sharply, taking in the sight of you—flushed, glowing, perfect.

your gaze darkens, lips curling into something wicked.

“then hurry the fuck up and come get me.”

oh, she would.

the idea was there, execution debatable 🩷

#THIS IS PERFECT #jinxie recs !

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