[ nami’s squirming — the roll of her hips, the tug at the cuff that chafes jinx’s own wrist in turn — earns a breathless laugh, stuttering over an exhale. her muscles clench around nami’s middle, impossible warmth radiating from the apex of her thighs. jinx tips her pointed jaw downward, willing to be unmasked, only to be tricked into showing her teeth. she bares them proudly, fighting the urge to clamp down around nami’s fingers and show her how well she’ll take her.
it’s a thought dislodged by nami’s own cleverness, eyes dazzled wide. her every predatory instinct has been scrambled by the sweetness of a first kiss, unlike any other, stolen by someone precious. her cheeks flush beneath the mask, too warm, too close, so she tears it off and flings it aside, arm flexing. lightning quick at the catch on nami’s own, dragged to her head, holding her hair back so jinx has unfettered access to the length of her throat.
without preamble, she scrapes her teeth from nami’s collarbone to her jawline, then mouths along the scar someone else dared place upon her, nuzzling into that hallowed space. she threads the fingers of their cuffed hands together and guides their shared hold higher, above nami’s head to heighten the arch of her back. ]
What’d she say, Nami?
[ nami nami nami. a nip low, at the juncture where neck meets collarbone, before she laves higher, sucking a mark so everyone will be able to see her claim. her jaw burns, the restraint making her bones ache. the smell of nami, gunpowder and orange, overwhelms. she feels — wet, pressed so close to the one she needs. ]
Will you show me, Nami? [ jinx indulges her instincts, tugging unblemished skin beneath her teeth. even if she wins an answer, it isn’t enough. ] Again. [ demanding, a brat who always gets what she wants. ] I couldn’t hear you.
[ she bites with the whole of her little mouth, then, canines indenting soft flesh. ]
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it’s a thought dislodged by nami’s own cleverness, eyes dazzled wide. her every predatory instinct has been scrambled by the sweetness of a first kiss, unlike any other, stolen by someone precious. her cheeks flush beneath the mask, too warm, too close, so she tears it off and flings it aside, arm flexing. lightning quick at the catch on nami’s own, dragged to her head, holding her hair back so jinx has unfettered access to the length of her throat.
without preamble, she scrapes her teeth from nami’s collarbone to her jawline, then mouths along the scar someone else dared place upon her, nuzzling into that hallowed space. she threads the fingers of their cuffed hands together and guides their shared hold higher, above nami’s head to heighten the arch of her back. ]
What’d she say, Nami?
[ nami nami nami. a nip low, at the juncture where neck meets collarbone, before she laves higher, sucking a mark so everyone will be able to see her claim. her jaw burns, the restraint making her bones ache. the smell of nami, gunpowder and orange, overwhelms. she feels — wet, pressed so close to the one she needs. ]
Will you show me, Nami? [ jinx indulges her instincts, tugging unblemished skin beneath her teeth. even if she wins an answer, it isn’t enough. ] Again. [ demanding, a brat who always gets what she wants. ] I couldn’t hear you.
[ she bites with the whole of her little mouth, then, canines indenting soft flesh. ]