Drabbletag - Slap
Title: Kitty-Catty
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Slap
Fandom: Jawbreaker
Pairing: Courtney/Julie
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Being fucked by Courtney is like being slapped in the face. It’s quick and rough, because Courtney doesn’t believe in foreplay. Kissing and gentle touches are a waste of time, Courtney always insists, when it’s way more fun to just rip off their panties and get her mouth between Julie’s legs.
And like a slap to the face, afterwards Julie’s always left sore and sensitive and shaking with adrenaline, while Courtney smirks at her like the cat who got the cream. On edge, never knowing when it will happen again, when Courtney will get bored with class or whatever guy she’s got trailing after her that week, never knowing when she’ll pounce.
The difference is that Julie wants it. Not a slap to the face, obviously. She wants Courtney. Wants Courtney’s teeth digging into her thigh, wants her nails dragging down Julie’s chest. Wants Courtney kneeling over her face or fucking Julie open around her fingers.
It’s messed up, and half the time she isn’t sure she even likes Courtney, as a lover or a so-called friend. There’s nobody she can talk to about it, because Liz would be sweet and compassionate but she wouldn’t understand, and Marcie would probably spread it around the whole school.
Courtney’s got this hold on her, and Julie should be fighting to get away, but she never does. She just spreads for it, writhes across the sheets, while Courtney stares down at her like a lioness eyeing an injured gazelle, a predator in lipstick.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Slap
Fandom: Jawbreaker
Pairing: Courtney/Julie
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Being fucked by Courtney is like being slapped in the face. It’s quick and rough, because Courtney doesn’t believe in foreplay. Kissing and gentle touches are a waste of time, Courtney always insists, when it’s way more fun to just rip off their panties and get her mouth between Julie’s legs.
And like a slap to the face, afterwards Julie’s always left sore and sensitive and shaking with adrenaline, while Courtney smirks at her like the cat who got the cream. On edge, never knowing when it will happen again, when Courtney will get bored with class or whatever guy she’s got trailing after her that week, never knowing when she’ll pounce.
The difference is that Julie wants it. Not a slap to the face, obviously. She wants Courtney. Wants Courtney’s teeth digging into her thigh, wants her nails dragging down Julie’s chest. Wants Courtney kneeling over her face or fucking Julie open around her fingers.
It’s messed up, and half the time she isn’t sure she even likes Courtney, as a lover or a so-called friend. There’s nobody she can talk to about it, because Liz would be sweet and compassionate but she wouldn’t understand, and Marcie would probably spread it around the whole school.
Courtney’s got this hold on her, and Julie should be fighting to get away, but she never does. She just spreads for it, writhes across the sheets, while Courtney stares down at her like a lioness eyeing an injured gazelle, a predator in lipstick.