[ as sharon gazes silently over her, uncertainty begins to well inside, and the urge to turn away pricks at her. is she going too fast? was she misinterpreting something? what if she's disappointed in what's underneath her clothes? this is stupid; she shouldn't be doing this. She should get up, apologize, flee, and never speak to her again....—sharon's finger rests on her lips, and jinx blinks out of her erratic thoughts, returning to the present and back onto the mattress.
and when there's another kiss, she sighs into it, and her hands ease back to rest onto the curve of her shoulders—her worries melting deep into the cushions with the rest of her insecurities. as her friend moves around, the bluenette follows suit—she isn't entirely sure what she's going for, but it's better than lying there still, so she aligns with her. her muscles jerk instinctively when her knee is there, and her face flushes at her body's response, although she tries to play it off as the room becoming warm and sticky, not because she is inexperienced.
jinx inhales a breath as something brushes against her nipple, her hips rocking once, and a taste of ecstasy fizzles in the pit of her stomach. if sharon hadn't leaned back in for another kiss, her moan would have been a booming cry instead of a muffled squeak.
her intuition takes over, and jinx begins to dive her waist against her friend's knee, huffing out her pants through her nostrils rather than her mouth, and her mind now filling with so many lecherous ideas—images of sharon with her fingers between her thighs, jinx's head and tongue between hers, a silicone toy in the mix with jinx on her hands and knees with sharon thrusting against her from behind. their tether breathes along with the bluenette, sending each pleasurable sensation back to sharon, for her to feel this amazing bliss right along with her. ]
Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck! Sharon...I...—
[ like hell she is going to speak aloud and have this all end. ]
H-Hold on, wait.
[ whether sharon wants to stop or not, jinx will force her friend to as she sits up slightly on the bed. as quickly as she can (and bumping her wrist against sharon's nose, and she mumbles a quiet, "sorry"), jinx yanks her top over her head and then tosses it to be swallowed within her friend's room.
she scoots up just a touch, and her fingers fumble down to her pants (and panties)—shimming around to free her legs from them, and then, like the shirt, flinging them somewhere to be forgotten. now naked, the zaunite repositions herself and her gaze pounces to her friend, so out of breath but lust submerging. ]
[ Jinx moans into her mouth, and Sharon swallows the sound whole. Cotton crowds her head, smothering everything else until there's only Jinx. The roll of her hips as she toys with her breast, the taste of her need on Sharon's lips, sweeter than anything she's ever known.
Any lingering worry about being overheard, about someone walking in, about being seen at all, evaporates the moment Jinx sends each jolt of pleasure back through her. Every thought she has ever had seems to melt away. There's only this. Only now. Only Jinx.
—then Jinx pulls back, and Sharon lets out a small sound from the back of her throat, a needy whine, as if she's had a toy taken away. Her nose stings faintly from the bump, but it's background noise, unimportant, shrinking as Jinx wriggles out of her clothes. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. Sharon's heart pounds as Jinx settles beneath her again.
The room feels warm, thick with scent, like the world itself is leaning in to witness their want. Sharon doesn't wait. She dips back down, crushes their mouths together with renewed hunger, her hands roaming, touch gentle and starving all at once. One hand traces her breast, curious patterns and pressure, while the other drifts lower, bolder. Over the soft curve of her stomach, fingers brushing the curls at her mound, and then she stops. Just for a heartbeat. She pulls back enough to meet Jinx's eyes and whispers: ] Can I?
[ Sharon knows her own body well, knows how to bring herself apart, and Jinx has given herself to her completely. Still, doubt flares. What if Jinx doesn't like how she touches her? What if she gets it wrong? All Sharon wants to do is make her melt. ]
[ is it possible to fall in love with a moment? is it something that could happen to someone when they're in this situation? the word "love" is such a strong and intense word, and it's something jinx would rather nail her own foot to the ground than ever say around or to sharon. so why is it rolling on her tongue now? why is it so ready to be front and center without any sense of fear? because this is just an act, a sexual encounter between two people who wish to get their needs fed, there is no deeper significance than that.
but with each passionate kiss, touch, and movement that passes by, it feels like more than just two bodies following their codes—it feels like they're practicing love with each other, possibly only with each other. and if so, it's something jinx wouldn't mind indulging in at all. her hips press onto her friend's fingers as they trace down, but when she pauses there, there's a brief look of confusion written on her face. it dissolves quickly as it came, and her expression glows soft, gentle, and loving. ]
Of course... [ this time, the teenager does speak rather than thinks, matching her whisper. ] ... I belong to you, Sharon. [ a tender hand reaches to cup the side of her friend's cheek. ] I'm yours to have now; I'm not going away. Have me however you want me.
[ Tethers offer a certain kind of intimacy, a psychic closeness she can always feel, but hearing Jinx's voice out loud, a lust-hewn whisper in the sanctuary of her bedroom, sends a shiver through her. Some distant part of her bristles at the wording, at the idea of ownership in any form, but the parts of her in control spark with excitement. Lust has already slammed the door on logic.
Sharon leans into Jinx's touch, blue eyes locked on Jinx's pink ones, holding that gaze for one stretched, aching second before she tilts her head just enough to brush her lips against the soft pad of Jinx's thumb. She mouths it gently, warm and wet, before lowering herself again to steal another kiss, hungry, offering herself without restraint.
Her fingers continue their slow path downward, threading through the wiry curl of her hair, slipping between parted lips. She brushes first against the sensitive nub of her clit, then continues on, deliberately slow, an explorer learning every contour before daring to go deeper. The heat between Jinx's legs, the slick, undeniable proof of her desire, draws a sharp, ravenous gasp from Sharon against Jinx's mouth. ]
Stop me— [ she breathes between kisses, desire shaking her voice, the tether between them burning with it. ] —if I do something wrong. [ She wants Jinx so badly it feels like her brain is misfiring, but more than that, she wants Jinx to enjoy every single second of it. ]
[ hidden underneath all of this lustful desire, and the love, there is a bit of fear even with all the longing stares and feverish kissing. because what jinx was embracing herself for was to feel pain once her sharon's fingers meet with her core. before sharon, she had robotic partners, back home in runeterra and the one she currently made here in manhattan—stuffed away in her bedroom closet.
they did what they needed to do, but each one of them had been painful to be with, especially the one in her wardrobe, too many jagged edges, and the uncomfortable cooling of their steel. the current had been malfunctioning quite a lot since its creation, and jinx couldn't blame it for being such an intense lover—its lacking a lot of components to make it run smoothly.
but it had gave her a few scares, like once when it wouldn't let go of its tight grip on her hips and she was stuck. she almost had to consider pinging her friends via tether to help pry her free. how embarrassing that would have been. or the another time when it suddenly lunged over and strangled her. and if she hadn't had her pistol by her bedside, she would have died there and people wouldn't find her until the next morning. jinx hadn't fooled with it since, wanted to wait until all of her bruises faded away before trying again. so with sharon's fingers, she waits for something severe, but gets something else instead, and her moan passes the quiet volume it's meant to stay in, but thank goodness, the blonde's lips are there to drown the rest. ]
[ whenever sharon's fingers dance, so does the psychic feeling between them— the sensation stroking along the blonde's clit also, mimicking each graze, each movement. ]
Fuck, no...you're...good. You feel so good.
[ jinx proves it by thrusting her hips down to her fingers, encouraging her to go deeper with one leg lock tight around her waist, and one hand stretches out blindly to grip her bedsheet. ]
[ Tethers are something else entirely. Feeling the translucent wash of emotion, the ghost-touch of distant pain, is one thing, but this borders on physical, the sensation so sharp in her mind that her lungs tighten, her muscles draw taut, her pussy clenching with every slow, deliberate glide of her fingers over Jinx's clit.
It's nothing like touching herself. Sharon has never been especially sexual, or even especially curious. Desire was usually a quiet thing, something that stirred occasionally and could just as easily be ignored. Not now. There is no setting this aside, no stepping back from it. She doesn't want to.
Jinx's hips jerk, grinding greedily into her hand, and Sharon has to focus—really focus—to keep the sound that claws up her throat from spilling out too loud. She can feel how wet Jinx is, how desperate her body feels through the tether, how badly she wants—no, needs this. The intensity of it fills Sharon with something wordless and overwhelming. Almost without thinking, her fingers slide lower, parting the other girl's lips, her index finger teasing at her entrance before slipping inside. Her thumb never leaves Jinx's clit, tracing slow, insistent circles.
It's messy, soaked, obscene in the best way. She leans down to bite Jinx's lower lip, teeth gentle, almost reverent, before pulling back with a faint smile. Jinx's pale skin gleams in the low light of the bedroom, blue strands of hair clinging to her cheek, damp with sweat. Sharon doesn't think she's ever seen anyone so beautiful. ]
[ if this is a dream, she doesn't want to wake up from it; if this is a nightmare, she wants to stay haunted. because the moment sharon slips herself inside, jinx breathes out a cry—forgetting in that millisecond that she was meant to be quiet. but it's too late now; it's out there for her voice to stay permanently printed on her walls. but she doesn't mind it at all; she wants it to be there—to leave a piece of herself for sharon to think back on, to know she can always run to her if her heart pounds the same rhythm as hers.
she feels so damn sexy like this, panting, moaning, and being so indecisive on what to do with her arms—whether to grab onto the sheets, the headboard, or just cling to her. jinx finally opens her eyes for the first time in a while, her vision a haze and barely registering the risque bite of her lip. her skin is glistening in her own sweat—her hips rocking now as if she's been bewitched by her, which she is.
and all the while, jinx makes absolutely sure sharon feels every little bit of sensation she's feeling; the phantom touch continuing to shadow each movement. the bluenette leans in, her hot breath against her friend's ear—voice low, and dangerous. ]
I don't... wanna come alone. Let's come together, Sharon... Fuck me. Please, fuck me.
Pretty sure I'm not getting much of a choice here. [ The words hitch and fall from her lips, breathless, already almost lost to the sensations driving them both.
She slides her ring finger alongside her middle, mimicking the motions she used when finally giving in to her own needs late at night. She presses them upward, in and out, gradually picking up speed. Jinx is soaking wet, and Sharon can feel just how well she's responding. Her own underwear clings uncomfortably between her legs, just as soaked.
Each touch hits like electricity, a current building inside her, climbing higher with every movement. The heat coils from her toes, tracing the arch of her foot, creeping up her legs, and finally pooling in her abdomen with a delicious, consuming weight. ]
Shit, shit, shit. [ she murmurs, breath hitching. Her thumb glides across Jinx's slick, sensitive bud, faltering briefly as the sensations overwhelm her—but she finds the rhythm again, faster now, pushing them both ever closer to that edge. ]
Edited 2026-02-07 02:42 (UTC)
cw: ✨nsfw✨ they say don't stick ur anything in crazy for a reason
[ a flood of excitement, love, and lust burst into her chest, and the moment the extra digits make their way inside her, jinx groans— the sound thickening and gluing more fiercely to her friend's bedroom walls than her previous cries. she quickly repositions herself, half sitting with an elbow to prop her up while her other hand blindly reaches for the hem of sharon's pants/panties and draws them down slightly—to provide her more space.
is that tiptoeing across the boundary line? maybe, but jinx can feel some slight discomfort from sharon's side of things, possibly due to her clothing, and she wants her to experience as little inconvenience as possible. they're going to feel this and everything together, dammit, but as lovingly promised, she won't touch her. and when that's done, her hand snakes quickly around her friend's neck for leverage, thrusting and swaying her hips to match with the blond's fingers—hot pants ringing louder with each miniscule movement.
she is supposed to be quiet, but she stopped caring about that a long time ago. so what if arthur or freddie hears? so what if they see it? so what if they know and tease them about it later? she wants to become one with sharon; her body is crying for it, her soul is begging for this, and her heart is stretching out in desperation, like it knows that its other half is right fucking here, and they're so damn close to tying the knot; they just need to reach the end.
her eyes dance down below her, watching her own hips and sharon's fingers move so beautifully in unison, undeniable proof that they fit together and belong together. no matter what anyone says, no matter what Sleep does to rip them apart in their future—the immediate connection when they first met, what their friendship blossomed to be, the attraction that followed soon after, the creaks of this mattress, the subtle knocking of the headboard against wood, all of this pointing that they can fight against whatever that's out there as long as they believe in this. because the universe went through lengths to shoved them together for a reason, and it's because they belong to each other.
jinx is starting to quiver at this point, her breath trembling as they rush faster, chasing the high, and she starts to smile, even giggle in tiny hystics because the crazed of what sharon is doing to her is pressing all the right buttons. nothing matters to her now, but sharon. all she wants is sharon, all she needs is sharon. she can almost see the scribble chalk-like marks of the blonde's name surrounding the entire bedroom, suffocating her but it's a fixation she'll surrender to. her, her, her, her, her. ]
Yes, yes, yes. I'm so—haaa!— close. I'm going to come so fucking hard for you, only you. Only for you.
[ loyalty, devotion, trust, love, care, comfort, support, jinx will be and do it all for her. ]
Edited (I was reading back my tags and now noticing mistakes lol) 2026-02-08 00:11 (UTC)
[ Sharon goes rigid the moment Jinx's hands move to adjust her clothes, easing fabric, loosening what confines her. In any other moment it might have felt like a boundary brushed too closely—but not here. Not now. Not when desire has wrapped around her thoughts like fog, when she feels half-drowned in it, delirious with the intensity of wanting. The rest of the world has fallen away.
There is only Jinx—only the precipice waiting beneath their feet.
Jinx's sounds grow less restrained, her body trembling under Sharon's touch, their tether thrumming with need and devotion and so much of everything it threatens to swallow her whole. And it's directed at her—every pulse of it. Some quieter, more rational part of Sharon feels the weight of that, the almost frightening magnitude of being wanted like this, but the thought dissolves beneath heat and urgency.
She remains quieter, breath hitching faster, soft sounds slipping from her despite herself. When release finally crashes through her, it isn't loud—it steals the air from her lungs in a sharp, shuddering gasp, light bursting behind her eyes. Even then, she doesn't stop. Not until Jinx follows, until she's shaking beneath her, until the tension drains and leaves them both undone.
Only then does Sharon let herself fold, pressing her face into the curve of Jinx's neck, her body going loose and warm against her as the last tremors fade. ]
cw: ✨nsfw is almost over ✨ sharon is into crazy chicks unlocked
[ everything is intensifying far too much; her locks are drifting, her pupils are beginning to shine, and the magic within her veins is churning without her acknowledging it. but she wouldn't dare want this feeling, this moment, any other way. her gasps grow in higher pitch and louder, and for a split second, there's a small bit of panic coming from her. not out of fear, gods no, but panic because she knows this is going to hit her hard and her body might react violently or she might scream at the top of her lungs—she has to come up with something to restrain herself in some kind of way. and fast.
so with quick thinking, she ducks her head forward and latches her mouth onto sharon's shoulder, doing her damnedest to not press down to bite but to, at least, keep her volume at bay. and when the wave of ecstasy booms into her, she whimpers—her hips twitching fiercely and her embrace tight on her friend as her pocket-sized water wings spike out between her shoulder blades, flailing wildly in pure freedom.
as the wave passes, her body faints underneath her; her muscles gently spasm from time to time, but jinx remains interlaced with her friend. carefully, she removes her mouth from the blond's shoulder as her lips travel to her ear, purring sweetly into it—expressing satisfaction, love, and feeling... whole. ]
[ Sharon can feel Jinx teetering on the edge, that electric closeness humming through their tether. When Jinx lifts herself, pressing in, lips closing around the curve of Sharon's shoulder, she welcomes it without hesitation. The vibration of her muffled moans travels through fabric and skin alike, the spot growing warm and damp. Sharon keeps her close as the wave crests, as Jinx trembles against her, blue hair drifting while delicate water-wings flare from her back in a wild, breathtaking display.
The air tastes charged—like magic, like heat, like the lingering sweetness of sex at the back of her tongue.
Satisfaction tightens the threads between them, a full, glowing pressure Sharon sinks into. A soft, breathless laugh slips free as she eases down beside Jinx, gathering her in. She presses a quick, tender kiss to her forehead. Her arm aches pleasantly, her body loose and spent in a way entirely new to her, and she is happy. ]
Definitely didn't expect our day to go this direction. [ She murmurs, disbelief laced with quiet laughter. An hour ago, she would've sworn this impossible—but Jinx has unlocked something in her, something she hadn't known she wanted, let alone something she could enjoy so completely. ]
[ she chuckles along with her, shifting slowly to lie on her side with a slothful ambience radiating from her skin. her wings continue to flutter, but at a lesser pace, and her hair settles and dips flat, with her pupils returning to their familiar pink after a couple of blinks. ]
Mm, well! [ she breathes out her contentment. ] That's what being around a Jinx is all about, Toots. I can make your wildest and deepest dreams or your darkest nightmares come to life when you least expect it.
[ the bluenette scoots closer, her voice lowering an octave, and with an alluring curl. ] — But you better watch out. If you get in too close, you'll start craving more... and more... and more of me. And when you're that far gone, there's no cure for getting un-jinxed.
[ her lips are brushing along sharon's at this point, teasing as though she'll give her another kiss, but doesn't. ]
[ Sharon lets out a quiet snort at that first comment. Wildest dreams or darkest nightmares—either way, it's endearing, and she's more than willing to play along. But when Jinx shifts closer, and her voice dips into something lower, silkier, Sharon's breath catches. Her pulse climbs fast, settling high in her throat as Jinx closes the distance inch by inch until their mouths barely graze.
It takes effort not to crush the space between them immediately. The wanting is sharp, almost dizzying. ]
You have no idea. [ She breathes against her lips, their noses brushing softly. Then she tips in and kisses her again, slow, certain, one hand sliding around her waist to draw her flush against her. The kiss isn't frantic or devouring, just deliberate. A punctuation mark. As if to say, see? She can talk big, walk steady, and still lean in close enough to prove it. ]
[ she smiles within their kiss, pressing back as her arms snake their way back around the other's neck. they should really quit; she knows it. the dinner greed prepared for them had to be ready by now, but sharon is just so damn intoxicating, and all of her strength is leaving her the more she's in her perimeter.
begrudgingly, the bluenette breaks their kiss (but keeps their lips still so perilously close), and she whispers to her in a jaunty whine. ]
Didn't peg you as the type to hit it and quit it. [ The words slip out with a teasing lilt, her expression soft around the edges. She gets it. Odds are Jinx has already delayed leaving at least once—and then they'd gotten a little... tangled up. ]
Need help tracking down your clothes? [ Sharon asks, glancing around the controlled chaos of her bedroom. Her gaze snags on a familiar scrap of fabric. Oh, there are Jinx's panties. Cute. ] I'd offer to help you get dressed too, but... [ Her smile curves, slow. Sly. There's a very real chance she'd forget the goal entirely. ]
[ she chuckles at that, deciding to lean inward to that tease. ] Oooonnnly to the people who wouldn't be able to find my clit, and I would have to fake it all the way through. — But lucky for you, I haven't shoved off yet. So you've done a banging job, Rabbit. Fifteen outta ten.
[ once the blonde is done scanning her own bedroom, jinx uses this opportunity to steal yet another kiss once they lock eyes again. a super quick kiss, of course. ]
I'll make it up to you. ... That is if this happens again.
[ it will break her heart into two if this ends as a one-off thing and they've never become intimate ever again. but something throbs behind her ribcage, a strange sense of reassurance that this... this won't be the last time. if anything, this is only just the beginning of their relationship bending into something wild and unpredictable. ]
[ Fifteen out of ten. A disbelieving huff of laughter. Damn. Hard to argue with that when they'd both shared in that pleasure. She knows she hadn't been flawless, a little messy, a little overeager, but first times and all.
The kiss pulls a softer chuckle, something fond. ] Well, I don't exactly want this to be a one-off thing. [ And she means it. She's far more open to doing this again than she might've expected, just... maybe somewhere a little more private. ]
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cw: ✨nsfw✨
and when there's another kiss, she sighs into it, and her hands ease back to rest onto the curve of her shoulders—her worries melting deep into the cushions with the rest of her insecurities. as her friend moves around, the bluenette follows suit—she isn't entirely sure what she's going for, but it's better than lying there still, so she aligns with her. her muscles jerk instinctively when her knee is there, and her face flushes at her body's response, although she tries to play it off as the room becoming warm and sticky, not because she is inexperienced.
jinx inhales a breath as something brushes against her nipple, her hips rocking once, and a taste of ecstasy fizzles in the pit of her stomach. if sharon hadn't leaned back in for another kiss, her moan would have been a booming cry instead of a muffled squeak.
her intuition takes over, and jinx begins to dive her waist against her friend's knee, huffing out her pants through her nostrils rather than her mouth, and her mind now filling with so many lecherous ideas—images of sharon with her fingers between her thighs, jinx's head and tongue between hers, a silicone toy in the mix with jinx on her hands and knees with sharon thrusting against her from behind. their tether breathes along with the bluenette, sending each pleasurable sensation back to sharon, for her to feel this amazing bliss right along with her. ]
Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck! Sharon...I...—
[ like hell she is going to speak aloud and have this all end. ]
H-Hold on, wait.
[ whether sharon wants to stop or not, jinx will force her friend to as she sits up slightly on the bed. as quickly as she can (and bumping her wrist against sharon's nose, and she mumbles a quiet, "sorry"), jinx yanks her top over her head and then tosses it to be swallowed within her friend's room.
she scoots up just a touch, and her fingers fumble down to her pants (and panties)—shimming around to free her legs from them, and then, like the shirt, flinging them somewhere to be forgotten. now naked, the zaunite repositions herself and her gaze pounces to her friend, so out of breath but lust submerging. ]
cw: ✨nsfw✨
Any lingering worry about being overheard, about someone walking in, about being seen at all, evaporates the moment Jinx sends each jolt of pleasure back through her. Every thought she has ever had seems to melt away. There's only this. Only now. Only Jinx.
—then Jinx pulls back, and Sharon lets out a small sound from the back of her throat, a needy whine, as if she's had a toy taken away. Her nose stings faintly from the bump, but it's background noise, unimportant, shrinking as Jinx wriggles out of her clothes. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. Sharon's heart pounds as Jinx settles beneath her again.
The room feels warm, thick with scent, like the world itself is leaning in to witness their want. Sharon doesn't wait. She dips back down, crushes their mouths together with renewed hunger, her hands roaming, touch gentle and starving all at once. One hand traces her breast, curious patterns and pressure, while the other drifts lower, bolder. Over the soft curve of her stomach, fingers brushing the curls at her mound, and then she stops. Just for a heartbeat. She pulls back enough to meet Jinx's eyes and whispers: ] Can I?
[ Sharon knows her own body well, knows how to bring herself apart, and Jinx has given herself to her completely. Still, doubt flares. What if Jinx doesn't like how she touches her? What if she gets it wrong? All Sharon wants to do is make her melt. ]
cw: ✨nsfw✨
but with each passionate kiss, touch, and movement that passes by, it feels like more than just two bodies following their codes—it feels like they're practicing love with each other, possibly only with each other. and if so, it's something jinx wouldn't mind indulging in at all. her hips press onto her friend's fingers as they trace down, but when she pauses there, there's a brief look of confusion written on her face. it dissolves quickly as it came, and her expression glows soft, gentle, and loving. ]
Of course... [ this time, the teenager does speak rather than thinks, matching her whisper. ] ... I belong to you, Sharon. [ a tender hand reaches to cup the side of her friend's cheek. ] I'm yours to have now; I'm not going away. Have me however you want me.
cw: ✨nsfw✨
Sharon leans into Jinx's touch, blue eyes locked on Jinx's pink ones, holding that gaze for one stretched, aching second before she tilts her head just enough to brush her lips against the soft pad of Jinx's thumb. She mouths it gently, warm and wet, before lowering herself again to steal another kiss, hungry, offering herself without restraint.
Her fingers continue their slow path downward, threading through the wiry curl of her hair, slipping between parted lips. She brushes first against the sensitive nub of her clit, then continues on, deliberately slow, an explorer learning every contour before daring to go deeper. The heat between Jinx's legs, the slick, undeniable proof of her desire, draws a sharp, ravenous gasp from Sharon against Jinx's mouth. ]
Stop me— [ she breathes between kisses, desire shaking her voice, the tether between them burning with it. ] —if I do something wrong. [ She wants Jinx so badly it feels like her brain is misfiring, but more than that, she wants Jinx to enjoy every single second of it. ]
cw: ✨nsfw✨
and the love, there is a bit of fear even with all the longing stares and feverish kissing. because what jinx was embracing herself for was to feel pain once her sharon's fingers meet with her core. before sharon, she had robotic partners, back home in runeterra and the one she currently made here in manhattan—stuffed away in her bedroom closet.they did what they needed to do, but each one of them had been painful to be with, especially the one in her wardrobe, too many jagged edges, and the uncomfortable cooling of their steel. the current had been malfunctioning quite a lot since its creation, and jinx couldn't blame it for being such an intense lover—its lacking a lot of components to make it run smoothly.
but it had gave her a few scares, like once when it wouldn't let go of its tight grip on her hips and she was stuck. she almost had to consider pinging her friends via tether to help pry her free. how embarrassing that would have been. or the another time when it suddenly lunged over and strangled her. and if she hadn't had her pistol by her bedside, she would have died there and people wouldn't find her until the next morning. jinx hadn't fooled with it since, wanted to wait until all of her bruises faded away before trying again. so with sharon's fingers, she waits for something severe, but gets something else instead, and her moan passes the quiet volume it's meant to stay in, but thank goodness, the blonde's lips are there to drown the rest. ]
[ whenever sharon's fingers dance, so does the psychic feeling between them— the sensation stroking along the blonde's clit also, mimicking each graze, each movement. ]
Fuck, no...you're...good. You feel so good.
[ jinx proves it by thrusting her hips down to her fingers, encouraging her to go deeper with one leg lock tight around her waist, and one hand stretches out blindly to grip her bedsheet. ]
cw: ✨nsfw✨
It's nothing like touching herself. Sharon has never been especially sexual, or even especially curious. Desire was usually a quiet thing, something that stirred occasionally and could just as easily be ignored. Not now. There is no setting this aside, no stepping back from it. She doesn't want to.
Jinx's hips jerk, grinding greedily into her hand, and Sharon has to focus—really focus—to keep the sound that claws up her throat from spilling out too loud. She can feel how wet Jinx is, how desperate her body feels through the tether, how badly she wants—no, needs this. The intensity of it fills Sharon with something wordless and overwhelming. Almost without thinking, her fingers slide lower, parting the other girl's lips, her index finger teasing at her entrance before slipping inside. Her thumb never leaves Jinx's clit, tracing slow, insistent circles.
It's messy, soaked, obscene in the best way. She leans down to bite Jinx's lower lip, teeth gentle, almost reverent, before pulling back with a faint smile. Jinx's pale skin gleams in the low light of the bedroom, blue strands of hair clinging to her cheek, damp with sweat. Sharon doesn't think she's ever seen anyone so beautiful. ]
cw: ✨nsfw✨
she feels so damn sexy like this, panting, moaning, and being so indecisive on what to do with her arms—whether to grab onto the sheets, the headboard, or just cling to her. jinx finally opens her eyes for the first time in a while, her vision a haze and barely registering the risque bite of her lip. her skin is glistening in her own sweat—her hips rocking now as if she's been bewitched by her, which she is.
and all the while, jinx makes absolutely sure sharon feels every little bit of sensation she's feeling; the phantom touch continuing to shadow each movement. the bluenette leans in, her hot breath against her friend's ear—voice low, and dangerous. ]
I don't... wanna come alone. Let's come together, Sharon... Fuck me. Please, fuck me.
cw: ✨nsfw✨
She slides her ring finger alongside her middle, mimicking the motions she used when finally giving in to her own needs late at night. She presses them upward, in and out, gradually picking up speed. Jinx is soaking wet, and Sharon can feel just how well she's responding. Her own underwear clings uncomfortably between her legs, just as soaked.
Each touch hits like electricity, a current building inside her, climbing higher with every movement. The heat coils from her toes, tracing the arch of her foot, creeping up her legs, and finally pooling in her abdomen with a delicious, consuming weight. ]
Shit, shit, shit. [ she murmurs, breath hitching. Her thumb glides across Jinx's slick, sensitive bud, faltering briefly as the sensations overwhelm her—but she finds the rhythm again, faster now, pushing them both ever closer to that edge. ]
cw: ✨nsfw✨ they say don't stick ur anything in crazy for a reason
is that tiptoeing across the boundary line? maybe, but jinx can feel some slight discomfort from sharon's side of things, possibly due to her clothing, and she wants her to experience as little inconvenience as possible. they're going to feel this and everything together, dammit, but as lovingly promised, she won't touch her. and when that's done, her hand snakes quickly around her friend's neck for leverage, thrusting and swaying her hips to match with the blond's fingers—hot pants ringing louder with each miniscule movement.
she is supposed to be quiet, but she stopped caring about that a long time ago. so what if arthur or freddie hears? so what if they see it? so what if they know and tease them about it later? she wants to become one with sharon; her body is crying for it, her soul is begging for this, and her heart is stretching out in desperation, like it knows that its other half is right fucking here, and they're so damn close to tying the knot; they just need to reach the end.
her eyes dance down below her, watching her own hips and sharon's fingers move so beautifully in unison, undeniable proof that they fit together and belong together. no matter what anyone says, no matter what Sleep does to rip them apart in their future—the immediate connection when they first met, what their friendship blossomed to be, the attraction that followed soon after, the creaks of this mattress, the subtle knocking of the headboard against wood, all of this pointing that they can fight against whatever that's out there as long as they believe in this. because the universe went through lengths to shoved them together for a reason, and it's because they belong to each other.
jinx is starting to quiver at this point, her breath trembling as they rush faster, chasing the high, and she starts to smile, even giggle in tiny hystics because the crazed of what sharon is doing to her is pressing all the right buttons. nothing matters to her now, but sharon. all she wants is sharon, all she needs is sharon. she can almost see the scribble chalk-like marks of the blonde's name surrounding the entire bedroom, suffocating her but it's a fixation she'll surrender to. her, her, her, her, her. ]
Yes, yes, yes. I'm so—haaa!— close. I'm going to come so fucking hard for you, only you. Only for you.
[ loyalty, devotion, trust, love, care, comfort, support, jinx will be and do it all for her. ]
cw: ✨nsfw✨ and yet sharon is totally into it
There is only Jinx—only the precipice waiting beneath their feet.
Jinx's sounds grow less restrained, her body trembling under Sharon's touch, their tether thrumming with need and devotion and so much of everything it threatens to swallow her whole. And it's directed at her—every pulse of it. Some quieter, more rational part of Sharon feels the weight of that, the almost frightening magnitude of being wanted like this, but the thought dissolves beneath heat and urgency.
She remains quieter, breath hitching faster, soft sounds slipping from her despite herself. When release finally crashes through her, it isn't loud—it steals the air from her lungs in a sharp, shuddering gasp, light bursting behind her eyes. Even then, she doesn't stop. Not until Jinx follows, until she's shaking beneath her, until the tension drains and leaves them both undone.
Only then does Sharon let herself fold, pressing her face into the curve of Jinx's neck, her body going loose and warm against her as the last tremors fade. ]
cw: ✨nsfw is almost over ✨ sharon is into crazy chicks unlocked
so with quick thinking, she ducks her head forward and latches her mouth onto sharon's shoulder, doing her damnedest to not press down to bite but to, at least, keep her volume at bay. and when the wave of ecstasy booms into her, she whimpers—her hips twitching fiercely and her embrace tight on her friend as her pocket-sized water wings spike out between her shoulder blades, flailing wildly in pure freedom.
as the wave passes, her body faints underneath her; her muscles gently spasm from time to time, but jinx remains interlaced with her friend. carefully, she removes her mouth from the blond's shoulder as her lips travel to her ear, purring sweetly into it—expressing satisfaction,
love, and feeling... whole. ]cw: ✨nsfw is almost over ✨
The air tastes charged—like magic, like heat, like the lingering sweetness of sex at the back of her tongue.
Satisfaction tightens the threads between them, a full, glowing pressure Sharon sinks into. A soft, breathless laugh slips free as she eases down beside Jinx, gathering her in. She presses a quick, tender kiss to her forehead. Her arm aches pleasantly, her body loose and spent in a way entirely new to her, and she is happy. ]
Definitely didn't expect our day to go this direction. [ She murmurs, disbelief laced with quiet laughter. An hour ago, she would've sworn this impossible—but Jinx has unlocked something in her, something she hadn't known she wanted, let alone something she could enjoy so completely. ]
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Mm, well! [ she breathes out her contentment. ] That's what being around a Jinx is all about, Toots. I can make your wildest and deepest dreams or your darkest nightmares come to life when you least expect it.
[ the bluenette scoots closer, her voice lowering an octave, and with an alluring curl. ] — But you better watch out. If you get in too close, you'll start craving more... and more... and more of me. And when you're that far gone, there's no cure for getting un-jinxed.
[ her lips are brushing along sharon's at this point, teasing as though she'll give her another kiss, but doesn't. ]
But you're a tough girl, right?
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It takes effort not to crush the space between them immediately. The wanting is sharp, almost dizzying. ]
You have no idea. [ She breathes against her lips, their noses brushing softly. Then she tips in and kisses her again, slow, certain, one hand sliding around her waist to draw her flush against her. The kiss isn't frantic or devouring, just deliberate. A punctuation mark. As if to say, see? She can talk big, walk steady, and still lean in close enough to prove it. ]
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begrudgingly, the bluenette breaks their kiss (but keeps their lips still so perilously close), and she whispers to her in a jaunty whine. ]
I've gotta get going, Blondie...
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Need help tracking down your clothes? [ Sharon asks, glancing around the controlled chaos of her bedroom. Her gaze snags on a familiar scrap of fabric. Oh, there are Jinx's panties. Cute. ] I'd offer to help you get dressed too, but... [ Her smile curves, slow. Sly. There's a very real chance she'd forget the goal entirely. ]
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[ once the blonde is done scanning her own bedroom, jinx uses this opportunity to steal yet another kiss once they lock eyes again. a super quick kiss, of course. ]
I'll make it up to you. ... That is if this happens again.
[ it will break her heart into two if this ends as a one-off thing and they've never become intimate ever again. but something throbs behind her ribcage, a strange sense of reassurance that this... this won't be the last time. if anything, this is only just the beginning of their relationship bending into something wild and unpredictable. ]
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The kiss pulls a softer chuckle, something fond. ] Well, I don't exactly want this to be a one-off thing. [ And she means it. She's far more open to doing this again than she might've expected, just... maybe somewhere a little more private. ]
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Okay, heh. I... I was hoping you'd say that. [ even though she did nothing in return, but she's glad sharon had some pleasurable fun. ]