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The Trophy

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SUMMARY: fucking your best enemy in the club bathroom at the LV GP afterparty

CW: Formula-1!au, fem!reader, sub!Jinx, kinda looser!reader, fingering, degradation, squirting, ass and pussy slapping, mention of pee, that's all(?)

NOTES: kinda late with this idea, but anyway. Can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌

men and minors dni.

You couldn't believe it.

Your car was way better.

Your team was way better.

You were better.

And she still was first. That damn little red bull with her dumb blue pigtails that she always had to tuck into her suit, making the other drivers laugh. On the track next to her, there was no laughing matter. She was the driver who justified the name of her team. With her driving style, it was surprising how she was allowed on the track at all. And how she hasn't earned a million penalty points in her racing license in just a couple of races yet.

Your team has been the absolute favorite since the beginning of the season. The car was perfect. McLaren has done a great job here. And there she was. The one who managed to beat you by a hundredth of a second when her partner was barely making it to the middle of the peloton.

So, standing on the podium next to her, you wanted nothing more than to stick that damn bottle of champagne in her pretty round ass.

And now, in the public bathroom of some club in Las Vegas, you wanted nothing more than to make her go dumb on your fingers, which you were pumping in and out of her wet tight cunt.

You scissor your fingers inside her spongy walls while she whimpers pathetically, pressed against the full-length restroom mirror. You can feel that sweet fluttering of her walls every time someone passes by the toilet.

“Please… Faster… I know it's not your forte, but still,” she giggles dumbly, rocking her hips against your fingers. Her face looks even more slutty than her dripping pussy, and her magnetic voice is even more husky than usual.

You smack her ass cheek roughly, feeling her walls deliciously squeezing your fingers inside from the sudden slap. You like the way her face is pressed against the mirror, the way she drools down her chin, the way her eyes roll back in pleasure and excitement at being caught, the way her pussy muscles squeeze your fingers so hard when she looks at herself in the mirror. It was the only way to feel like you could control her. And the only way to recoup your defeat on the track.

You roughly pulled your fingers out, leaving her pussy torturously empty and leaking with slick arousal. The only evidence that your fingers were inside is the thin threads of her arousal connecting your digits to her puffy cunt. Jinx squirms pathetically, trying to get at least some kind of stimulation, but you interrupt her with a sharp slap on her pussy, causing her to squeal and almost fall.

“What was that for?” she whines and tries to hold on to the mirror while you squeeze her tiny clit between your fingers, gently rubbing it. You can feel it throbbing and pulsing, signaling Jinx's impending orgasm. She's squirming and desperately trying to rub against your hand to get some relief.

“Beg for it, champ,” you chuckle wickedly, teasing her sensitive dripping folds with feather-light touches of your pads. Your thumb taps her poor clit making her squirm and whine from lack of stimulation.

You need to see her beg. To see her surrender. And she knows it. So she begs.

“Please, love… “ she moans, pornographically arching her back to give you the show you want.

In the end, you're the one who surrenders. Sticking your fingers back into her needy hole and fucking her until she can't stand or think straight. All she can do is buck her hips to meet your hand, as you rub her favorite sweet spot inside, and squirt all over the restroom floor without caring in the world. She giggles a little hysterically and bubbles some rubbish, and now you're wondering if she really came or if she just peed herself to make a mess on the damn floor.

This thought should have made you uncomfortable, but you press yourself closer to her back, biting the almost transparent, porcelain skin on her neck, fucking another orgasm out of her now loose hole.

And even if next week you want to kill her on the track, right now the most valuable trophy is having her cumming on your fingers like this.

NOTES: guys, would you actually pay for my writings, if I made a boosty account? Gonna post some controversial(?) works there (and I just really need some money ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡) Btw, I won't stop posting here anyway.

You can still send me request here ♡(>ᴗ•)

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𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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CW: fem!reader, bottom!Jinx, addicted!reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, no plot, short text

(can be mistakes, English isn't my first language 💌)

men and minors dni.

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“I’m starting to get why they used to call you Powder…so fucking addictive” you purred against Jinx’s dripping with electric-pink essence pussy. She just can't stop squirming on your face rubbing her delicate folds against your lips and you just can't stop devouring her. Jinx tastes like shimmer, like pure desire and danger.

Her petite body is pressed against yours, tangling in hot, sweaty and lustful mess. Jinx arches her back, puts her head on your lower abdomen, trying to please you too, even though she's too busy falling apart on your damn tongue.

Shimmer made her taste a little sour and fresh. It's like drinking an energy drink with mint gum, but more exciting. And obviously it's incredibly addicting, like you can't spend an hour without her pussy on your mouth and her raspy moans.

You nibble on her throbbing with anticipation clit, making her squeal softly and fiercely grip your hips. You feel her hard nipples rub against your stomach as her chest rises rapidly with frequent breaths and desperate whimpers.

Her arousal and your own saliva are running down your chin, and you can feel her getting closer. Her tense thighs squeeze your head even tighter between them, and you slap her soft ass, denying her orgasm. You roughly tugged on her braids, which made her arch her back even more and whine in irritation. That's exactly how she makes you feel. Irritated. Irritated that you can't tear yourself away from her fucking pussy for a damn minute.

You sip on her pussy, swallowing every damn drop of that drug you call Jinx and finally slide your tongue inside her. Her inner muscles contract, sucking your tongue in as she cums around it. She plaintively whimpers as her hips shake, legs are weak and her mind is completely blank. She digs her colorful nails into the soft flesh of your thighs, while covering your stomach with light kisses.

Now she's just your little satisfied mess.

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dividers aren't mine I don't know who made it😭

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Reader x Jinx

SUMMARY: you are a thief who steals from people who are passing through your town. this time you came across the wrong person. that didn't stop you from fucking her though.

CW: sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, some kind of plot(?), fastburn

(English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes💌)

men and minors dni.

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Jinx moaned softly as she kissed her new friend's thin lips. The edge of the countertop rests uncomfortably against her lower back, forcing her to arch her back and make a dissatisfied mumble, only to hear a quiet chuckle in response. She couldn't believe how quickly this girl had managed to win her over.

A couple of weeks ago, a strange woman came into her small workshop. You were pretty and looked to be no more than twenty, but your piercing gaze was too intently and sharply jumping over various details of the interior, studying the situation. And you were wearing some ugly kind of wig.

“I haven't met you here before. May I know the name of such a charming lady?” your eyes sparkled playfull. Your intonation and body language put Jinx in a stupor. Since she faked her death and fled to the edge of the world, away from Piltover, changing her appearance, she has not yet received any attention from anyone. Jinx wasn't really sure if it was sarcasm, because she didn't look her best right now: crookedly cropped hair had grown back and looked even more untidy, and bright blue hair roots were starting to grow out from under the purple dye. And that's not to mention the oil and dust stains on the clothes.

“Powder," Jinx said after a couple of seconds of reflection. Lately, she's been using her old name to avoid attracting attention.

“Like baby powder or gunpowder?” you grinned annoyingly, leaning slightly on the table.

"Like gunpowder," Jinx replied grimly, rolling her eyes.

"Then you can call me Fuse," you grinned again, winking. Despite your outspoken flirtation, Jinx didn't miss the way your gaze appraisingly scanned her hideout.

"I have a business here, not a dating club," she grumbled, lazily rolling a blue hexteck ball around the table. Jinx chuckled inwardly, noticing how your gaze immediately eagerly darted to the jewel, as she suspected.

A couple of days later, she finally caught you trying to sneak into her workshop late at night.

“Are you looking for this?” Jinx appeared behind you, inserting a blue ball into the gun and pointing it at you.

“Rather for you,” not confused, you took a seductive pose, leaning on the table. “Jinx, right?”

“Well, how did you find out?” She rolled her eyes, pouting and moving closer to use the edge of the gun to push the hood off your head. Well, at least you weren't wearing an ugly burgundy wig right now. "I don't want to kill you. I'm kind of done with it.”

“Who else would have this round blue thing but Jinx? You're almost a legend. Almost,” you shrugged. You didn't seem to care much about the hextek-loaded pistol next to your temple. "You don't have to hide your identity here. No one cares who you are.”

"Except for you, of course," Jinx rolled her eyes.

“I don't care either. But I can say that you are too charming for the inadequate maniac they call you," you grinned flirtatiously again.

The shot cut off the edge of your bangs.

“Shut up!” Jinx said tiredly, going upstairs to sleep. Anyway, there was nothing to steal from her except the blue ball.She earned a couple of coins by repairing all kinds of utensils for the residents of the city, and that was all her money.

You had been coming to her several times a day for the past two weeks, but at least hadn't tried to steal anything. You just stared at Jinx while she worked, fixing something or building custom devices. After a while, you started chatting about little things, you brought her a snack when Jinx sat in the workshop for hours without leaving. She had to admit that she liked such a quiet life much more than the hustle, intrigue and dangers of Piltover.

Day after day, and at some point Jinx found herself pinned against her own desk, whimpering softly in need as your deft hands pulled off her top, tracing the contours of her tattoos with your fingers. You leaned to her neck, leaving weightless kisses on the pale, almost transparent skin.

Jinx's knees were already buckling with impatience and excitement, and a fog of lust filled her head. Squeezing the thin skin of her thighs, you lifted her up, setting her down on the table. You lips gently touched the skin between Jinx's breasts, saying one word.

— Perfect.

Jinx flinched, her eyes widening. Then a purple flash followed and she practically hung on to you, wrapping her legs around your waist and kissing you deeply, simultaneously taking off your top.

Meanwhile, you reached for her pants, pulling them off along with her underwear. Jinx leaned back, supporting her reclining position with her hands. Her stomach was trembling slightly with excitement as your lips dropped a kiss just below her waist.

Finally, you wrapped your arms around her hips, lifting her legs and pressing your lips to her wet and throbbing flesh, making Jinx moan and arch her back.

Your soft tongue explored her folds inside and out, knocking more whimpers and moans out of her and causing her muscles to contract from overexcitation.

"You're doing great for the first time," you purred, pulling back slightly to run a finger over her sensitive clit, lightly teasing her entrance before gently pushing two fingers inside. Jinx tensed slightly, but then relaxed, and feeling pleasantly full, began to move her hips towards your hand. The wet sounds only added to their excitement.

You smiled contentedly at the sight of Jinx’s eyes closed with pleasure and her bitten lower lip. When you curled your fingers upward slightly inside her, Jinx screamed at the unusual sensations, breathing heavily.

“What is it?” She mumbled plaintively as you plugged her with a wet kiss, continuing to move your fingers inside her. You showered Jinx's chin and neck with soothing kisses, feeling her inner muscles begin to contract, bringing orgasm closer.

You accelerated your movements slightly, pressing your fingers against her upper wall and applying pressure to her swollen clit. Jinx didn't have time to figure out what happened when she felt a clear liquid squirting out of her on her thighs and stomach. Blushing, she tilted her head back, allowing the orgasm to swallow her.

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A few weeks of being alone and talking to herself had loosened Jinx's tongue. She desperately wanted to brag about how brilliantly she had convinced the whole of Piltover and her own sister of her death.

“And then I slipped out through the ventilation and hijacked the airship while they mourned the dead and me,” Jinx enthusiastically talked about her adventures, while you lazily braided her short hair into small pigtails.

“And then where did you put it?” you asked.

“And that's beside the point, as far as I remember," Jinx narrowed her eyes in displeasure. You grinned, pulling her closer to your chest.