[oneshot] Jia/Suzy (NC-17)
-title: Something different, something better
-pairing: Jia/Suzy
-rating: NC-17
-summary: She doesn’t know this, doesn’t know how it’s done, wonders if even Jia knows, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. Past caring, past that point, long gone, and can’t they just take their pants off already.
-A/N: cries what is this i'm so embarrassed. but yeah, girl!porn without plot. simple as that. (1500~ words)
She can’t help but to feel that something is missing. Like she aches for something; that feeling of being filled up, having taken something in. It’s vague, like more inside her body than in her brain. The heat in her lower belly, increasingly having tightened and tightened, sinking back for a short moment as if to take a deep breath before coming back with full strength - it wants that vague something. An intrusion of some kind.
She tries to shake it off, to let it go - this isn’t that, this isn’t him. This is different. And that longing is the proof of it - she is so fucking horny, more than she has ever been. They’ve been going at it for an hour already, and her body literally hurts. Aches, trashes, trying to suck something in that isn’t there, shivers at the very core.
It’s strange, that it’s so different. That it’s so much better. Why can’t she feel like this usually?
Jia kisses with outmost care. It pisses Suzy off at first, cause she mistakes it for composure. Then it dawns on her that it’s probably rather the other way around - judging by the small, subtle shiver that keeps running through Jia’s body. She’s slow, her movements measured and small and precise, even when Suzy is squirming, long ago having given up on feeling ashamed over the noises that escape her - pathethic whimpers, short hummings, and lately, frustrated growls. But Jia remains as slow as ever, kissing Suzy with soft lips and rubbing at her waist with cold hands. It takes attention Suzy just barely musters to register how Jia repeatedly swallows, swallows on nothing; pulls back to clench her lips and force saliva down her throat before caressing a finger down Suzy’s cheek and kissing her again. And again and again.
An hour, give or take. Not sure where to count from. The gaze that lingered for way too long? The hand that Suzy cannot believe she dared placing on Jia’s thigh? The first kiss, slow slow slow and hesitating? Or the first finger that inched up the hem of Suzy’s shirt?
She has nursed up a minor fuckload of lubrication, sitting between her legs like a big, lazy slug, so heavy it almost feels like it’s gonna fall out. Like vibrating. Sticking to her folds by mere surface tension, and vibrating. She doesn’t know this, doesn’t know how it’s done, wonders if even Jia knows, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. Past caring, past that point, long gone, and can’t they just take their pants off already.
She grimaces as Jia slides a hand up her waist, ghosting across the crease of her armpit before slipping down over the top of her bra. She’s done with careful and measured - things need to get down, things need to get dirty and wet. No more pretty girls, just good old fucking. She pulls herself into sitting position, nudging Jia back on her knees in the process, and hurriedly starts tugging on the zipper of her jeans. It comes undone, with some fumbling, and she wriggles her hips to get them down her sweaty thighs. Jia watches her, silently, and for a short moment Suzy wonders if she has gone too far, if this wasn’t part of the plan. If she did something wrong.
In which case, Jia would be a deceitful bitch. Suzy shoots her an undeserved glare and starts tugging on Jia’s fly as well, leaving her own jeans awkwardly bundled around her knees. Jia watches her hands for another moment before a ragged breath forces its way into her lungs and she brings up her own shaking hands to assist, stepping off the couch for a second to kick the pants off and then discarding of Suzy’s as well. Suzy’s cooch gives a merry little twinge and she hurries to wring off her shirt, crawling out of her bra next without even bothering with the clasps.
When two fingertips brushes across her right nipple it’s like something is even further awakened in her. Like things are falling into place. It’s heavy and hot to breathe, and she pulls Jia down towards her and wants to touch her, wants to touch her everywhere but doesn’t know how and is afraid to begin. She tries running her hands over the older’s hips but it’s not enough, nothing is enough, not nearly enough. Jia’s legs are slightly parted to straddle one of Suzy’s and she places her fingers on her inner thigh, almost down by the knee, and drawing them upwards. Jia says nothing, but clutches at Suzy’s shoulder and the subtle bucking of her hips doesn’t go Suzy unnoticed. She traces the underwear elastic for a moment before promptly spreading her palm and cupping Jia entirely, carefully pressing up and letting her middle finger find the stretched dip through the fabric. Jia’s breath hitches, and Suzy’s suddenly grows heavier. She’s near, so near, and she wants it. She really wants it. Whatever it is - so different - she wants it.
She searches for Jia’s gaze as she pulls her hand back, up over Jia’s belly. Jia blinks down at her, letting out a shaky exhale through parted lips as Suzy lets her hand slide back down, fitting in under the elastic and into soft, flattened hair. She lets her pointer and ring finger skim along the lips, middle finger still hovering at a safe distance, before the flesh curves in and Jia slips a whine. The middle finger dips then, soft and careful, sliding between the labia while withdrawing.
A bump. Jia chokes.
It’s heavy with moist, a sensation that stirs Suzy in ways she couldn’t expect. She slides back down, perhaps a little too quick, shaking with anticipation. Her finger slips inside, ridiculously easy, and she lets it go deep - deep enough to swallow her to the hilt and for her to brush against something solid inside, before pressing down against the front wall on her way out.
Jia releases some kind of distressed yelp, grabs Suzy by the cheeks and molds their mouths together with newfound force. Suzy yelps too, retrieves her hand to steady Jia at the shoulder and opens her mouth wider. It’s considerably less measured now, less careful, less lips and more tongue and Suzy relishes in it. She slides her hand up into Jia’s bright hair, either having forgotten about her coated finger or simply not caring, and fists a handful of her bangs, smoothing it away from their faces.
Jia murmurs vaguely, jerks as Suzy sucks on her lower lip and accidentally jams her knee into Suzy’s crotch. Suzy’s eyes squeeze shut, cause fuck yes, and she cranes her neck back as Jia moves to unceremoniously kiss along her jawline. She extends a hand and fumbles around until it curls around the back of Jia’s thigh and she can push her knee against her again, and it’s ridiculous what it does to her. She keens, clutches at the flesh of Jia’s leg and shamelessly works her hips against it. Jia quickly catches on, stretches out over Suzy’s chest and angles her leg forward, beginning to move it up and down.
Suzy groans cause it’s wet and dirty, lacking any trace of shame or finesse, but she’s been waiting for it for so long now and it works all too well and she forces a hand down between them, fingers finding their way innately while the other clutches further at the back of Jia’s thigh, cause closer and closer and fill me and she works hard and fast, relentless, detached from everything, detached from shame and from any expectations, fingers practically vibrating, completely unsynched with Jia’s slower, paced thrusting, but the force of it presses her hand even harder against her in short, rhythmic intervals and shit, already? Fuck, already! and then there’s warmth filling her and -
Shit, fucking shit.
Jia pets her hair, clammy, shivering fingers working their way over her damp bangs and the leg has stilled against her, pressing just enough to ride out the last throbbing. When Suzy’s breathing has returned to near-normal pace she withdraws, steadies herself of one hand against the couch cushion and curls her back to place a kiss at the side of Suzy’s breast. The leg leaves her and Suzy slowly removes her cramping fingers.
She meets her gaze as Jia sits back, and there is a small smile on the older’s lips that Suzy cannot quite decipher but likes nonetheless. She swallows tightly, sits up and grabs Jia by the shoulders to flip their positions. Jia still has her shirt on, but Suzy doesn’t bother with it, only hooks her fingers over the elastic of Jia’s underwear and pulls them down over her legs. She gathers her hair on one side of the neck while eyeing the triangle of dark hair at Jia’s crotch, taking a deep breath before sliding her hand over it and lowering her face. She doesn’t know how to do this, doesn’t know if it will be enough, but she might as well try. She wants to try. She sure as hell wants to try.
-pairing: Jia/Suzy
-rating: NC-17
-summary: She doesn’t know this, doesn’t know how it’s done, wonders if even Jia knows, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. Past caring, past that point, long gone, and can’t they just take their pants off already.
-A/N: cries what is this i'm so embarrassed. but yeah, girl!porn without plot. simple as that. (1500~ words)
She can’t help but to feel that something is missing. Like she aches for something; that feeling of being filled up, having taken something in. It’s vague, like more inside her body than in her brain. The heat in her lower belly, increasingly having tightened and tightened, sinking back for a short moment as if to take a deep breath before coming back with full strength - it wants that vague something. An intrusion of some kind.
She tries to shake it off, to let it go - this isn’t that, this isn’t him. This is different. And that longing is the proof of it - she is so fucking horny, more than she has ever been. They’ve been going at it for an hour already, and her body literally hurts. Aches, trashes, trying to suck something in that isn’t there, shivers at the very core.
It’s strange, that it’s so different. That it’s so much better. Why can’t she feel like this usually?
Jia kisses with outmost care. It pisses Suzy off at first, cause she mistakes it for composure. Then it dawns on her that it’s probably rather the other way around - judging by the small, subtle shiver that keeps running through Jia’s body. She’s slow, her movements measured and small and precise, even when Suzy is squirming, long ago having given up on feeling ashamed over the noises that escape her - pathethic whimpers, short hummings, and lately, frustrated growls. But Jia remains as slow as ever, kissing Suzy with soft lips and rubbing at her waist with cold hands. It takes attention Suzy just barely musters to register how Jia repeatedly swallows, swallows on nothing; pulls back to clench her lips and force saliva down her throat before caressing a finger down Suzy’s cheek and kissing her again. And again and again.
An hour, give or take. Not sure where to count from. The gaze that lingered for way too long? The hand that Suzy cannot believe she dared placing on Jia’s thigh? The first kiss, slow slow slow and hesitating? Or the first finger that inched up the hem of Suzy’s shirt?
She has nursed up a minor fuckload of lubrication, sitting between her legs like a big, lazy slug, so heavy it almost feels like it’s gonna fall out. Like vibrating. Sticking to her folds by mere surface tension, and vibrating. She doesn’t know this, doesn’t know how it’s done, wonders if even Jia knows, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. Past caring, past that point, long gone, and can’t they just take their pants off already.
She grimaces as Jia slides a hand up her waist, ghosting across the crease of her armpit before slipping down over the top of her bra. She’s done with careful and measured - things need to get down, things need to get dirty and wet. No more pretty girls, just good old fucking. She pulls herself into sitting position, nudging Jia back on her knees in the process, and hurriedly starts tugging on the zipper of her jeans. It comes undone, with some fumbling, and she wriggles her hips to get them down her sweaty thighs. Jia watches her, silently, and for a short moment Suzy wonders if she has gone too far, if this wasn’t part of the plan. If she did something wrong.
In which case, Jia would be a deceitful bitch. Suzy shoots her an undeserved glare and starts tugging on Jia’s fly as well, leaving her own jeans awkwardly bundled around her knees. Jia watches her hands for another moment before a ragged breath forces its way into her lungs and she brings up her own shaking hands to assist, stepping off the couch for a second to kick the pants off and then discarding of Suzy’s as well. Suzy’s cooch gives a merry little twinge and she hurries to wring off her shirt, crawling out of her bra next without even bothering with the clasps.
When two fingertips brushes across her right nipple it’s like something is even further awakened in her. Like things are falling into place. It’s heavy and hot to breathe, and she pulls Jia down towards her and wants to touch her, wants to touch her everywhere but doesn’t know how and is afraid to begin. She tries running her hands over the older’s hips but it’s not enough, nothing is enough, not nearly enough. Jia’s legs are slightly parted to straddle one of Suzy’s and she places her fingers on her inner thigh, almost down by the knee, and drawing them upwards. Jia says nothing, but clutches at Suzy’s shoulder and the subtle bucking of her hips doesn’t go Suzy unnoticed. She traces the underwear elastic for a moment before promptly spreading her palm and cupping Jia entirely, carefully pressing up and letting her middle finger find the stretched dip through the fabric. Jia’s breath hitches, and Suzy’s suddenly grows heavier. She’s near, so near, and she wants it. She really wants it. Whatever it is - so different - she wants it.
She searches for Jia’s gaze as she pulls her hand back, up over Jia’s belly. Jia blinks down at her, letting out a shaky exhale through parted lips as Suzy lets her hand slide back down, fitting in under the elastic and into soft, flattened hair. She lets her pointer and ring finger skim along the lips, middle finger still hovering at a safe distance, before the flesh curves in and Jia slips a whine. The middle finger dips then, soft and careful, sliding between the labia while withdrawing.
A bump. Jia chokes.
It’s heavy with moist, a sensation that stirs Suzy in ways she couldn’t expect. She slides back down, perhaps a little too quick, shaking with anticipation. Her finger slips inside, ridiculously easy, and she lets it go deep - deep enough to swallow her to the hilt and for her to brush against something solid inside, before pressing down against the front wall on her way out.
Jia releases some kind of distressed yelp, grabs Suzy by the cheeks and molds their mouths together with newfound force. Suzy yelps too, retrieves her hand to steady Jia at the shoulder and opens her mouth wider. It’s considerably less measured now, less careful, less lips and more tongue and Suzy relishes in it. She slides her hand up into Jia’s bright hair, either having forgotten about her coated finger or simply not caring, and fists a handful of her bangs, smoothing it away from their faces.
Jia murmurs vaguely, jerks as Suzy sucks on her lower lip and accidentally jams her knee into Suzy’s crotch. Suzy’s eyes squeeze shut, cause fuck yes, and she cranes her neck back as Jia moves to unceremoniously kiss along her jawline. She extends a hand and fumbles around until it curls around the back of Jia’s thigh and she can push her knee against her again, and it’s ridiculous what it does to her. She keens, clutches at the flesh of Jia’s leg and shamelessly works her hips against it. Jia quickly catches on, stretches out over Suzy’s chest and angles her leg forward, beginning to move it up and down.
Suzy groans cause it’s wet and dirty, lacking any trace of shame or finesse, but she’s been waiting for it for so long now and it works all too well and she forces a hand down between them, fingers finding their way innately while the other clutches further at the back of Jia’s thigh, cause closer and closer and fill me and she works hard and fast, relentless, detached from everything, detached from shame and from any expectations, fingers practically vibrating, completely unsynched with Jia’s slower, paced thrusting, but the force of it presses her hand even harder against her in short, rhythmic intervals and shit, already? Fuck, already! and then there’s warmth filling her and -
Shit, fucking shit.
Jia pets her hair, clammy, shivering fingers working their way over her damp bangs and the leg has stilled against her, pressing just enough to ride out the last throbbing. When Suzy’s breathing has returned to near-normal pace she withdraws, steadies herself of one hand against the couch cushion and curls her back to place a kiss at the side of Suzy’s breast. The leg leaves her and Suzy slowly removes her cramping fingers.
She meets her gaze as Jia sits back, and there is a small smile on the older’s lips that Suzy cannot quite decipher but likes nonetheless. She swallows tightly, sits up and grabs Jia by the shoulders to flip their positions. Jia still has her shirt on, but Suzy doesn’t bother with it, only hooks her fingers over the elastic of Jia’s underwear and pulls them down over her legs. She gathers her hair on one side of the neck while eyeing the triangle of dark hair at Jia’s crotch, taking a deep breath before sliding her hand over it and lowering her face. She doesn’t know how to do this, doesn’t know if it will be enough, but she might as well try. She wants to try. She sure as hell wants to try.