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completely unedited f/f galex fumbling-first-time-using-a-strap-on pwp under the cut, don't ask any questions just take it and go (cw for undernegotiated kink/breeding kink at the end)

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"Bit big, isn't it," Alex says.

George looks over to see Alex on the edge of the bed, holding her outstretched hand alongside George's favorite dildo. It's one that George bought years ago, because the website said it was ergonomic and easy to clean and because it fit neatly in a discrete back pocket in her suitcase, although she's still always terrified someone will find and confiscate it every time she goes through airport security. Normally, it lives in her underwear drawer, tucked behind the lacy, frilly stuff she spent too much money on when she was 16 and now feels too ashamed to throw away.

It's not in her underwear drawer now. It's on Alex – specifically, on Alex's brand new harness, cupped bottom nestled up tight against her pubic bone. Alex wraps a hand around it, bending it back and forth like some sort of video game controller as she inspects it. It's not George's biggest one, not by quite a bit, but it's decently long enough that George has to be at least a little warmed up before being able to take it.

Alex's long fingers swallow it up until just the tip is peeking out from beyond her sharp knuckles. George's cunt clenches down so hard on nothing that she actually goes lightheaded for a second.

"Average-sized, I feel like," she says, a little stupidly.

"Yeah, but–" Alex still looks transfixed by it, its slim silhouette curving up towards her stomach. "Aren't boys always going on about how, like, it's supposed to be the length of your index finger or something, I don't know." She stands up and twists her hips from side to side. "Just – it looks bigger when it's on you, I guess."

This might be the stupidest George has ever felt about Alex, which is honestly a bit unbelievable considering the competition. Alex frowns down at the dildo, fiddling with one of the straps on her harness. She walks over to the full-length mirror George has in the corner of the room but trips over the sweats George was wearing earlier today on the way. "Shit," she laughs, her voice high and a little strained, picking them up and tossing them to the side. "It's throwing me off my balance."

George nods, a bit dumbly. She watches Alex inspect herself in the mirror. "Hm." Alex pulls the harness up a little higher over the curve of her arse before turning to the side, and George is greeted with the full view of her in just her sports bra and socks, dark brown leather wrapping around her hips and hard cock jutting straight out from her body.

Alex makes a face at herself in the mirror before huffing out a breath and turning around. "Okay! Uh. Well. Let's – get on with it then, yeah?" she says. She glances up at George, and then immediately bursts into giggles.

George feels her entire face flush. "What," she says, pulling her knees up to her chest. Alex is already yanking her legs back down before she can even bring them up all the way, pushing them open so she can clamber between them.

"Nothing," Alex says, pressing a kiss to her jaw. She's still grinning.

"What," George insists, wriggling a knee in between them so Alex can't get any closer. "Alex. Stop teasing–"

"I'm not laughing at you, I just–" Alex smooths a hand up George's stomach until her fingertips are just barely brushing the underside of one of George's tits. "You just had this look on your face," she says, before bursting into giggles again. "I thought you were about to start drooling, Georgie, my god."

This time, she feels the flush all the way down to her toes. "Shut up," she says, knocking Alex in the side with her knee. "If you hadn't taken so long to get ready–"

"Oh, of course, yes, I'm meaner to you than anyone has ever been," Alex says, and leans in to kiss George hard before George has a chance to say anything back. "Go on, then, get the lube if you're in such a rush. I'll–" She sits back on her heels and spreads George's legs.

"I don't think we'll need–" George begins, at the same instant that Alex's fingers press up against her, and Alex's face goes from mildly amused to genuinely slack-jawed.

"Holy fuck, Georgie," she says, dragging her fingers through the wet mess between George's legs. George's whole body jerks. She whines pathetically and Alex makes a strangled sound, rubbing her knuckles against George's folds again before bringing them up to George's face. They're shining, a thin webbing of slick between them when Alex spreads them apart. "Jesus Christ."

"I told you," George grits out, dragging Alex closer with one hand and fumbling around between her legs for the strap with the other. "You made me wait–"

"God, I did, didn't I," Alex groans. She presses her face into George's shoulder and curves her back, staring down between them at where George's hand is wrapped around the base of the strap. "That was terrible of me, you needed it so bad–" her hand comes down to join George's, the other going to George's folds to spread her open. George shivers, squeezing her eyes shut, as the tip presses against her. Alex's fingers find her cunt again, gently rubbing, coaxing a few more shivery drops of wetness out of her; then, leaning forward onto her hands, she takes a deep breath and slides in.

George's abs tense up. She drops her head back against the headboard, whining long and low, as Alex inches forward. "Okay?" Alex pants out. George cracks one eye open and looks down. She's barely halfway in.

"Yeah," she breathes. Her voice comes out just the tiniest bit strained. "It's – you can keep going. It's good."

Alex nods jerkily, one hand fumbling for the headboard as she presses forward. George's whole body shudders, the slow drag sparking up and down every nerve ending in her body. "Yes," she whines. "Alex. Yeah."

"Yeah," Alex agrees. Her hips press against George's, just above her clit. The tease of friction makes George twitch, her cunt fluttering. Alex's face changes, her breath catching. Like she could – almost as if she could feel it, George's body clenching down around her cock. God. Alex is in her. Alex's cock is inside of her.

"Oh my god," Alex is mumbling in her ear. "Fuck, baby, you feel–." Her arm is shaking against George's cheek with the effort of holding herself in place.

Speak for yourself, George would say, if she were capable of making words right now. "Alex," she groans, the only full sentence left in her head. "You – move, please –"

Alex groans, long and drawn out, her hips stuttering forward. "Like – " she breathes, rocking her hips back experimentally before pushing back in. "How's that?"

Good. Not nearly enough. George kicks her legs open wider to give her more room to work. "It's fine, just – more, Alex, you can–" The tip of Alex's cock just barely nudges against the spot inside of her that lights her whole body up, then pulls back before it's anywhere near enough. George groans, half-frustration, and tips her hips up a little, trying to meet Alex halfway to the right angle. Alex is starting to settle into a less erratic rhythm; George tries to match her, arching her back to pull her in deeper, just as Alex pulls out a bit too far and the strap slips out.

"Oh – mmm," George says, as Alex rolls her hips forward again. Her eyes are still closed; George half-sits up and catches her with one hand on her chest, clearing her throat a little awkwardly. Alex opens her eyes and looks down between them. Her cheeks flush.

"Shit," she says, laughing a little awkwardly. "Um. Technical difficulties, please hold –"

"It's fine, here –" George says as Alex lifts her hips up. She reaches down to hold herself open so Alex can line up. She slides in easier this time, pressing her face into George's shoulder until she's fully seated. George exhales slowly, letting herself sink into the push and pull. Alex is still moving a little gingerly, but she's settled into a smoother rhythm, and George follows her lead, grinding up against her hips when she rolls them forward until she gets a tease of that shivery rush, enough to make her moan.

Alex moans, too, into George's ear, and speeds up, thrusting in earnest now. The heat slowly starts to build between George's legs, each wave rolling over her before the last has had a chance to fade. "Yeah, that's – just like that," she gasps, clutching Alex's biceps. "Keep going, fuck –"

The strap slips out again. Alex groans, thunking her forehead down against George's shoulder. "Jesus Christ," she groans, half-laughing. She sits back, not quite meeting George's eyes, and readjusts the harness on her hips. "What the hell, why is this so hard –"

"I have that effect on people," George says, hooking a leg over Alex's just in case she – decides to try and bolt out of the room, or something, still wearing George's strap.

Alex blinks; then she groans, a little bit of the tension melting from her shoulders as she slaps George on the flank. "You're a real comedian, Russell," she says, her mouth twitching upwards. George loves her so much she's afraid she might choke on it. "Here. Can you come –" she hooks her legs under George's knees and tugs her down until she's lying flat on her back. "Angle might be better like this."

She slides two fingers into George, circling her clit with her thumb just hard enough to send a little jolt of pleasure rocking through George, before pulling her hand out, lining the strap back up, and pushing into George while she's still gasping. Instead of curling down over George, though, she sits back, settling her hands on the inside of George's thighs and holding her in place. "I should probably look where I'm going," she says, giving George an almost-sheepish grin.

She starts rolling her hips slowly, leaning her body weight onto George's legs. George shudders, her thigh twitching up; Alex holds it in place without even flinching and George's stomach flips. Alex's eyes are fixed between George's legs, her expression intense and focused; like George is some car she's about to hunt down and run off the road. It sends a sudden, heady rush through George; makes her want to squirm away just to feel how Alex has her pinned down, spread open wide with everything on display.

"How do I look," George says. Her voice comes out hoarser than expected.

Alex's breathing stutters. She shakes her head, pulling almost all the way out; George gasps as she feels the head of Alex's cock stretch her cunt, the flare of it catching against the edge of her hole. "Baby," Alex says, her voice almost reverent. "You have no fucking idea." Then, in one motion, she thrusts all the way in, deep enough that George's vision goes white for a second.

"Fuck," she gasps, her hands flying up to clutch at the pillows above her head. Alex grunts, nodding, her hips moving faster, finally, hard enough that each thrust slaps against George's folds and sends shivers zinging up her spine. She's still staring at George's cunt. George imagines how she must look, pink and swollen and drooling wetness onto Alex's cock.

She can't – she needs to feel, needs to be wrapped around more of Alex. She works a hand down between their bodies, pressing two clumsy fingers against her own folds, one on either side of Alex's cock. "Oh my god," Alex chokes out. She fucks into George again, dragging between the tight squeeze of George's fingers, and George cries out, her eyes screwing shut. "Fuck – baby –"

She feels Alex let go of her thighs and stand up on her knees. Before George can protest, Alex hooks her arms under George's legs, then hoists her up so that her legs are wrapped around Alex's waist and her hips are just barely brushing the mattress. "Come on," Alex grits out, and thrusts back into George, the slick drag somehow impossibly deeper than before. George tenses her abs and suddenly, the angle is perfect – her whole body pulls tight as Alex fucks into her again and again, pleasure rolling through her in white-hot pulses that make her feel like she's being turned inside out.

"God, Alex," she can hear herself slurring, her voice breaking every time moves. "Please, please, more–"

Alex groans, her eyes screwing shut. "Yeah," she gasps. "This what you need, Georgie? Just like this?"

George squeezes her legs around Alex's hips, moaning. Her heels bounce against the small of Alex's back. They're both sweating; George can smell it, thick and musky, Alex's hands slipping where they're still clutching the backs of George's knees. "Yes, yes," she's babbling, talking absolute nonsense, "please, God – Alex, come in me, please, please –"

Alex's hips catch mid-thrust. "Fuck," she chokes out. "Georgie. Christ." Before George's brain catches up to her mouth and she can try and backtrack, though, Alex gathers her legs back up and starts fucking into her again, slower and deeper. "God. That's what you need, though, isn't it," she says, and George whines, nods without thinking, her tongue suddenly thick and stupid. "That's how bad you needed it earlier, isn't it, wouldn't even let me put on a condom–"

George whimpers, her hips jerking up helplessly. God, Alex is right, she's such a fucking idiot – just wanted Alex in her so badly she forgot about everything else. Alex grinds into her, pubic bone rutting against George's clit, and George's entire body clenches down, trying to hold her there. "God, I would," Alex is saying, panting as she circles her hips against George. She drops George's legs and George immediately grabs for her, dragging her down until her forehead is pressed against George's breastbone and her breath skitters hot and wet over George's tits. "You'd take it so well, wouldn't you, you'd love it."

She would. She will. George could almost cry with it. But – "I can't," she croaks, fisting her hands in Alex's hair. Alex goes still. "I – the rest of the season, Alex, I–"

Alex half-laughs, half-groans into her skin all in a rush, pushing herself up just far enough for George to see her face – flushed, mouth open, eyes impossibly dark. "Too late for that, baby," she says, starting to move again. "Gonna give you everything you asked for. Gonna fill you up –" her hips slap against George's, making George cry out – "as many times as I have to, until it takes."

She surges forward, pressing her face into George's neck; George fists a hand in her hair and holds her there. "And everyone will know, every time you walk into the paddock–" and George imagines it, for just a second, the weight of everyone's eyes, staring at her as her race suit got tighter and tighter, the whispers following her around from race to race– "they're all gonna know you gave it up for me. How much of a slut you were. Couldn't even keep your legs together for ten minutes because you needed my cock so bad–"

George's orgasm smashes into her at a hundred miles per hour, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She chokes, digging her fingers into Alex's back. Alex shudders. "Fuck, Georgie, did you just–"

Another wave crashes into George. She shakes her head wildly, kicks in the direction of Alex's arse, and Alex somehow gets the hint; buries her face back in George's neck and keeps fucking her through it, her hands wrapped tight around George's ribcage as George shakes.

It feels like an eternity before the muscles in her body finally give out and she collapses, loose-limbed, down into the mattress. Distantly, she can hear Alex groaning, can feel her grinding against George in the short, jerky bursts that mean that she's close. George's hands are barely cooperating, but she manages to find her way to Alex's face, stupidly thumb at the corner of her mouth. Alex whines, turning her face towards George's hand.

"So good, baby," George mumbles. Alex makes a choked sound in her throat. "Feel so good inside of me."

Alex folds over when she comes; George wraps her up and follows her down, until she's curled against George's chest, sucking in air through her teeth and trembling all over her body. Her hips make tiny, abortive movements against George's.

Eventually – too soon – she blows out an enormous breath and slowly lifts herself up off of George, holding her weight up on her elbows. "Jesus Christ," she says, exhaustedly, after a second.

George breathes out a laugh. "You're telling me." Alex collapses back down onto George's chest. Her undercut is growing long again. George scratches at it until Alex purrs, her muscles melting against George's body. Before she can really enjoy it, though, Alex lifts her head back up and rests her chin on George's breastbone.

"So," she says, after a second. "Uh. That was alright. Yeah?"

George snorts. "Alright – Jesus, Alex," she says. "Yeah. You just broke my brain with your cock, but – yeah, it was alright, I suppose."

A stupid, pleased little grin flits across Alex's face before it's replaced with her usual smirk. "I mean, if we really want to – technically it was your cock," she says. "I was just borrowing it."

"It's my dildo," George corrects, "but it's your cock." She gestures at where Alex is still sunk into her.

"Why was that a bit romantic," Alex says, after a second. "Think there's something truly wrong with us, Georgie." She pushes herself up on her hands. George catches her around the waist before she can pull out.

"Wait," she says, her cheeks going hot. Alex frowns down at her. "You can stay if you – it feels nice."

Alex looks at her for a second before shaking her head. "You really are something else, Georgie," she says, lying back down on George's chest with a grunt. "God. You really do love it, don't you."

"Mmmm," George says, lazily running her fingers through Alex's hair. "About as much as you love running your mouth about it." She tugs on one of the short tufts of hair sticking out from behind Alex's ear. "Where did that come from, anyways?"

Alex doesn't say anything for a second. "Nowhere," she finally answers, shrugging a shoulder. "It was – I don't know. I was just talking."

George should probably press her on it, but truth be told, she's too sleepy and warm to do it now; and at any rate, Alex doesn't particularly look eager to be pressed. "Well," George says, after a second. "You, uh. You can keep talking like that. If you want, of course. But. Yeah."

"Oh, really," Alex asks, finally turning back towards George with a small smile. "Good, I couldn't tell if you liked it or not."

George kicks her in the calf with her heel. "Watch it, Albono," she says. "I can still make you pull out."

Alex lifts her hands contritely. "Okay, okay," she says. "I'll be good, I promise."

She rumbles happily when George settles a hand in her hair, scratching lightly. They're going to have to both be up in a bit, before it's too late to do their workouts for the day. She's pretty sure the fridge is empty; they'll have to figure that out, too. And George is going to have to run a load of laundry. She cannot sleep in these sheets tonight.

She takes a deep breath. Alex already looks like she's drifted off, resting heavy against George's chest. She mumbles something in her sleep and nuzzles closer into George's skin.

George closes her eyes. Everything feels warm and soft. Alex is here. They can figure out the rest later.

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