Drabbletag - Motionless
Title: Flushed
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Motionless
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Lydia/Allison
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Public sex
Allison’s so still Lydia’s not even sure she’s breathing. Her hand is braced against the wall behind Lydia’s head, one knee pressed to the lowered toilet seat between Lydia’s thighs. Both feet off the ground so they can’t be seen from outside the stall, but she’s shaking a little, the position too awkward to hold for long.
Lydia sighs, frowning. This is why she hates bathroom hook-ups, and Allison knows that. But Allison had been impatient and Lydia wasn’t about to turn her down.
Except now Lydia’s the one who’s impatient, because whoever that is by the sinks is taking their sweet time.
Lydia’s skirt is pushed up around her waist, panties around one ankle. She’s wet and throbbing and Allison’s mouth had been so warm, and she is not impressed at being interrupted.
Allison gasps and wobbles dangerously when Lydia shoves a hand up her skirt. Looking down with wide eyes, mouthing Lydia’s name, but Lydia chooses to ignore it. She strokes her fingers down Allison’s labia, pushes her thumb against Allison’s clit, and Allison lurches forward before she catches herself, other hand slapping against the wall beside the first.
Lydia smirks to herself, crooking her fingers, pushing in sudden and deep, and Allison lets out a low noise that’s drowned out by the convenient timing of the hand-dryer whirring on.
The toilet seat beneath her starts to squeak once she begins fucking Allison in earnest, but Lydia is so beyond caring, and she’s pretty sure Allison is too.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Motionless
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Lydia/Allison
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Public sex
Allison’s so still Lydia’s not even sure she’s breathing. Her hand is braced against the wall behind Lydia’s head, one knee pressed to the lowered toilet seat between Lydia’s thighs. Both feet off the ground so they can’t be seen from outside the stall, but she’s shaking a little, the position too awkward to hold for long.
Lydia sighs, frowning. This is why she hates bathroom hook-ups, and Allison knows that. But Allison had been impatient and Lydia wasn’t about to turn her down.
Except now Lydia’s the one who’s impatient, because whoever that is by the sinks is taking their sweet time.
Lydia’s skirt is pushed up around her waist, panties around one ankle. She’s wet and throbbing and Allison’s mouth had been so warm, and she is not impressed at being interrupted.
Allison gasps and wobbles dangerously when Lydia shoves a hand up her skirt. Looking down with wide eyes, mouthing Lydia’s name, but Lydia chooses to ignore it. She strokes her fingers down Allison’s labia, pushes her thumb against Allison’s clit, and Allison lurches forward before she catches herself, other hand slapping against the wall beside the first.
Lydia smirks to herself, crooking her fingers, pushing in sudden and deep, and Allison lets out a low noise that’s drowned out by the convenient timing of the hand-dryer whirring on.
The toilet seat beneath her starts to squeak once she begins fucking Allison in earnest, but Lydia is so beyond caring, and she’s pretty sure Allison is too.