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thebest-medicine · 1 month

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Day 30: Caught

Tickletober 2023 - RELIC by Maz Maddox - (takes place post King & Queen) - lee!Baja

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: Shout out to this series for being fucking adorable. [see my other fic for it]

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“Fuck off, Dalton!”

“Come onnnnnn~”

“Try anything—” Baja glares his brother down, that apex predator authority in his eye. “—and I will use you as a toothpick.”

“You’re just mad you’re ticklish.”

“Shut the fuck up, would you?” Baja growled.

“Oooooohhhhh.” Dalton grinned, his face suddenly full of knowing.

Baja was familiar with that look. “No.”

“He doesn’t know?!”

“No. And you are not going to—”

Dalton’s eyes were sparkling. They flicked to the door behind his brother.

Baja clocked it right away. “Don’t you FUCKING dare—DALTON!”

Footfalls thundered through the ranch as Dalton tore outside as fast as he could. Simon, cup of coffee in hand, paused just in time to miss being ran over by a pink blur and—just a few steps behind, a darker blur radiating annoyance. They flew past him, tearing through the doorway. A couch and coffee table made a meager defense from Baja, separating him and Dalton so both could catch their breath. They both twitched this way and that, testing the other to see if the other would bolt.

“Jeez, you guys are gonna tear this place apart..” Blaze winced, eyeing them and slowly backing up into the hallway he’d emerged from. He backed straight into Royal, who smiled down at him.

“Something wrong with breakfast in the living room?” He asked thoughtfully.

“No, it’s—”

“Jackson doesn’t know that Baja’s ticklish!!!!!!!!!” Dalton bellowed. “He’s gonna kill me but I have to tell him!”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Baja hissed, growing impatient and stepping over the coffee table to launch himself over the couch at his brother.

“Oh shit.” Royal grinned.

Before Blaze knew it, he was holding Royal’s plate, and his boyfriend, who had a long history as Dalton’s partner in crime, was tearing past him into the living room.

“No.” Baja’s face flashed with worry. “Not you too.”

“That’s too precious! Come onnnnnnn. We have to tell him.” Royal made a grab for Baja who kicked him away and started in the direction of Dalton.

“Or show him.” Dalton smirked.

“I love the way you think.” Royal beamed.

“I hate both of you, and I’m going to kill you if you—”

As if on cue, Jackson walked into the living area, taking in the arguing shifters. “Uh, hey—”

Baja’s eyes wide, he tore off past Jackson and right out the door, leaving him confused —and almost run over by his two pursuers.

“What? Um.” Jackson chuckled, confused.

“Come on!” Royal called back at him as he raced after Baja.

Dalton added. “Got something to show ya!”

“No they don’t!” Baja yelled back. Was that…laughter edging into Baja’s voice?

Jackson blinked, thoroughly convinced, and gave curious chase to the rest of them. His long stride helped him catch up with ease, just as Dalton caught up to Baja and jumped onto his back. Baja let out a resounding growl, scrambling to get him off.

Seconds later, Royal was on him too, and he knew he was screwed.

“No, you fuckers! I’ll- I’ll kill you!” Baja argued as they wrestled him down against the ground and got ahold of his arms. Royal sat over his waist while Dalton struggled with his arms.

“Aww, it’s been way too long since we’ve done this!” Dalton smirked, wiggling his fingers.

Jackson caught up to them a few seconds later, watching with an amused curiosity. “Just what are y’all—” He paused when he saw Baja biting back a grin and tilted his head. He watched as Dalton sat on both of Baja’s arms and then started… poking and lightly grazing his fingers over the now uncovered armpits.

The last of Baja’s resolve crumpled along with his expression. Jackson could only watch with a growing smile.

Royal’s laugh rumbled in like thunder, reverberating through him as Baja’s legs kicked in protest behind him. He started to pinch lightly up and down Baja’s sides.

Baja growled, fighting the grin that slowly grew on his face. When he wasn’t making some noise of annoyed protest, he was holding his breath to keep in his laughter.

Jackson squatted down beside the brothers. “You’re ticklish?” He asked, amused.

Baja slammed his head back against the ground and cut off the laugh that almost escaped as a whine. “No.” He gritted his teeth.

Royal and Dalton shared a laugh. “I dunno… Seem pret-ty ticklish to me, Baja.” Dalton teased, poking a finger into his rib cage. Baja jolted under each touch.

“Well if you’re going to be stubborn…” Royal sighed with amusement. He reached behind him with one hand — Baja’s eyes widened as he recognized what was about to happen — and then started to squeeze at his upper thigh.

Baja’s shout dissolved into the most sweet, bubbling laughter.

“There we go!” Dalton smiled down at him. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

Baja shut his eyes, his cheeks growing a bit darker, and failed to keep in any of the laughter he had been trying to fight. It was impossible with the floodgates open. Royal was fighting dirty, going after one of his worst spots.

Jackson laughed along with them and reached out to pinch at Baja’s rib cage, resulting in an adorable flinch.

With laughter freely pouring from Baja’s lips, Royal turned his attention back where he could see, poking and scribbling and tickling at the shaking middle in front of him. He and Dalton tickled with a familiarity, it seemed, of all the spots that made Baja jump and snort and twitch and yell. They even seemed to find a few that, if pushed a little further, might even make him beg.

“Easy, don’t kill him now..” Jackson reminded them. He reached out to brush a few stray hairs out of Baja’s face as the boys slowed their tickly attack. “I have to say, though, this is some of the best news I’ve heard all summer —maybe in my life.”

Baja groaned, catching his breath as his brothers gave him a pat on the cheek and got up off of him.

“You’re both… fucking dead… I hope you know.” Baja scolded when he had the ability to look at them without grinning like an idiot. Royal and Dalton held up their hands, backing up toward the house before turning and running. “And you.” He pointed at Jackson.

“What?” Jackson scoffed, laughing.

Baja had a familiar annoyed anger in his eyes. He let out a frustrated growl. “You… weren’t supposed to see that.” He sighed, sitting up and running a hand over his face. “Don’t even fucking think about—”

Jackson cut him off with a laugh. “Oh, Darlin’, you know I’m never lettin’ this go.”

Baja rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Until I find out where you’re ticklish.”

Jackson smiled, reaching out a hand to help him up. “Looking forward to seeing you try.”

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reel-fear · 4 months

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people who still make Joey the ink demon despite canon steering far away from that being the case this is for you I am sending u kisses XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO <3

People who make Joey well-meaning, sympathetic, a lighter shade of morally grey than canon I am also sending u lots of love <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3!!

And people who generally steer wildly from the direction Bendy takes with its characters and has fun with it I hope to see more from all of ur aus and rewrites!!

#ramblez #batim #batdr #this is not me saying aus that don't do this r bad blah blah I just personally have a super soft spot for Joey being the ink demon #since I really like the idea storywise the symbolism of Joey becoming the ultimate monster of this story #joeys who also take a very sympathetic role who are more morally grey than canon also hold a special place in my heart #joeys who think what theyre doing is right not just for them but for their staff who genuinely care abt them who love them mwah #I just love to see very unique takes on these characters I kinda miss when it was only like chapter 2 so everyone had this wildly #different but very unique and fun takes on where we thought the story would head hell for a while we didn't know if Joey was evil or not #thats what spawned Encore it was originally just a collection of theories I thought would come true #esp since I dont think bendy is a particularly well written story its fun to see the fandom have such fun wild ideas on where to take #the concepts and idea presented in bendy that never really panned out into anything interesting or were discarded or retconned #yknow? I miss the days where the aus were wildly out of sync with the actual story when all we had was a few names a few tapes #and we all went wild making our versions of the story and characters and then got so attached to them we doubled down #when canon didnt deliver on em #umm oops this is long have a great new year folks! Get wild get weird with ur bendy aus and rewrites #lets have fun this year and take canon as optional bc lets face it Bendy isn't great but man is it fun and I care abt that way more than #the quality of the story tbh #it had great ideas and executed them uh badly! But idc bc I can stir those great ideas in my head all day and see others do the same <3 #anyways yeah thats it love ya guys have a great 2024 <3

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libra-cant-just-dance · 7 months

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I swear I'm working on the last chapter of In Your Blood, I'm just back in college now so I'm slower

#oops #also i dont wanna start my next fic until 2024 comes out cuz i wanna get inspiration from the new story mode #also considering a part two of In Your Blood?? or adding more chapters one day?#dont quote me on that but its a thought. if i did it probably wouldnt be for a while #and this last chapter will defintiely be the end of the story at least for now #anyway time to put the actual tags now #just dance #just dance 2023 #jack rose #jacklust #wanderrose #just dance 2024

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emberphoenix-san · 2 months

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I should check on my dragons..

#flight rising #ITS BEEN. MONTHS #OOPS #rome.rambles #2024

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goddesstrolls · 1 month

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me: wow none of these drabbles are turning out nice at all, huh

me: ah yeah. the sign.

#bastspeaks #also oops its been 3 months and i havent updated my blog to say 2024.

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muumuun · 4 months

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I'm here to say that i lowkey dropped jjk s2 bc I'm not ready to see like... the whole cast die so I'm sticking to the manga and it makes me wanna jump off the balcony update after update

#mumu.#random #jjk #again this is my 2024 post see ya nexy year #its funny how my last post was like haha my only post in 2023 AND THEN IT WAS TRUE OOPS-

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peridots-pixiwolf · 1 year

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Forgot to plan something to write here, but here's @tired-t-rex 's Poppy!

#already thought its art was cool and then I found out it was friends with cog and it was on sight #i am enamored by his fuffposting but found it when I was too much of a coward to reblog Anything #so here's compensation! the shading's a little silly but reminds me of chocolate and I hope it is Enjoyed #peridots-art #bugs #bug fables #others-ocs #think that should be all #oops uh that's the wrong tag actually it's #other's ocs #nope lol (jan 1st 2024) guess what. i'm changing it again. to be grammatically pleasing. this post can keep the old tags as a treat though #others' ocs

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crunchycrystals · 8 months

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im actually never going outside again

#crunchyposts #i did something very embarrassing that affected a lot of people and i am stuck in a hating myself spiral rn so my compromise is #i am never going outside. they dont know its me but i know its me so im never taking that chance so yeah ill see yall in 2024 #me ventilating #i have so much anxiety </33333 any psychiatrists wanna give me something for that. its fucking never ending every day #its also affecting my fucking brain so executive dysfunction kicks in and oops my homeworks due soon so absolutely fuck me

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kashmirichaiwithmehr · 4 months

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#all the letterboxd four favourite film clips are making me think of my own #but sadly my memory is ass #and now im gonna go crazy trying to remember #and it also reminded me that i keep forgetting to use my letterboxd account which was one of my 2023 goals #oops #ig its my 2024 goal now #mehrtalks

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vettelsvee · 24 days

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HISTORY SERIES

my masterlist

tr / rbr / ferrari / am seb x race engineer fem oc ⋆ documentary style with a total of 15 seasons, each one with its own plot (pay attention to warnings at the beginning of each chapter!)

if you wanna be tagged feel free to comment! feedback, as well as reblogs, are truly appreciated <3

started: APR 7TH 2024 currently status: on going! | last updated: april 14

JULY 2022. Four-time Formula 1 champion, Sebastian Vettel, announces his retirement by the end of the 2022 season via his recently created Instagram account. The main reason behind this important decission? The necessity of being close to his wife, his kids and, especially, not missing key moments in their lives.

However, around the German's mind there is an idea that, even if it is a bit contradictory to his beliefs of having a private personal life, it is required due to the hard criticism both him and his wife, Diana, had to face during their whole carreers, especially at the beginning of them and, of course, when they both met.

There was no doubt that, even people loved Sebastian and Diana Vettel, better known as the paddock royalty, they were during years the villains of a story full of secrets, lies and manipulation.

prologue: i hereby announce my retirement

TORO ROSSO

2008 SEASON 1: MEETING

Where Diana decides to give a chance to the world she has dreamed about since she was a child, without knowing that not only will she meet her future husband, but also that carving out a place in Formula 1 is not as easy as she definitely already imagined, especially being a woman, an university student and intern of the Toro Rosso internship.

part 1: meeting

part 2.1: first victory (part 1)

part 2.2: first victory (part 2)

part 3: do you really want us to try?

part 4: i wanna be there, with you

part 5: you'll find me in the stars

REDBULL RACING

2009 SEASON 2: SHE'S NOT HANNA

It is a fact that Diana and Sebastian are becoming closer. Both of them are beginning to see each other as something more than just friends, hiding their feelings, but the weight of the secret that Seb has a girlfriend looms over them. Will the golden boy be able to be honest with the girl he seems to be obsessed about, Diana, and her girlfriend, Hanna, or will some consequences of that secret be the tip of the iceberg of the ruin of the RedBull intern's life?

part 1: this is the least i could do

part 2.1: she's not hanna

part 2.2: happy birthday, di!

part 3: so... you're going

part 4: why have you lied to me?

part 5: rosberg, is this a date?

part 6: i forgive you, seb

2010 SEASON 3: LEAVE

description coming soon because there are huge season 2: she's not hanna spoilers

part 1: i never hid I was dating *spoilers*

part 2: stop talking shit about her

part 3: i wish you left

part 4: you're on your own, kid

part 5: you're not hanna, and never will be her

part 6: this is why no one loves you

part 7: talent or just a nice face?

part 8: leave

2011 SEASON 4: HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

description coming soon because there are huge season 3: leave spoilers

part 1: oops, he did it again

part 2: how you get the girl

part 3: everything is a thousand times better with you

part 4: hold on to hope

part 5: this feels like family

part 6: this is much better than driving, seb

part 7: is history repeating itself?

part 8: the sunshine of my life

2012 SEASON 5: THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US

description coming soon because there are huge season 4: how you get the girl spoilers

part 1: kimi, you're our only hope

part 2: let's make birthday sex a tradition

part 3: alonso, don't say anything

part 4: i trusted you, webber

part 5: mum, you should move with dad

part 6: you say sorry just for show

part 7: we're dating

2013 SEASON 6: LET'S PLAY A LOVEGAME

description coming soon because there are huge season 5: they don't know about us spoilers

part 1: fuck multi 21, i wanna fuck you

part 2: stay calm and let me eat you out

part 3: we have to remember this days

part 4: she's pregnant

part 5.1: life and death: death

part 5.2: life and death: life

2014 SEASON 7: HER NAME IS EMILY

description coming soon because there are huge season 6: let's play a lovegame spoilers

part 1: congratulations!

part 2: runaway baby

part 3: your body, your choice

part 4: we're having a baby

part 5: you have to take a break

part 6: first baby's first party

part 7: her name is emily

part 8: wildest dreams

part 9: you're not fucking leaving

FERRARI

SEASON 8 (2015), SEASON 9 (2016), SEASON 10 (2017), SEASON 11 (2018), SEASON 12 (2019) AND SEASON 13 (2020) TBA

ASTON MARTIN

SEASON 14 (2021) AND SEASON 15 (2022) TBA

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queerfanfiction · 2 months

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Kinktober — Public

Oops, this has been in my drafts for months... Probably should save it for Kinktober 2024 but....here. ❤️

Larissa Weems x Reader words: 2.5k

AO3 Link

Summary: Reader and Larissa sit together at the Poe Cup.

As October ended, the Vermont air clung to the last bits of autumn’s warmth. The trees were beautiful colors—leaves dappling the ground with warm tones. Sunlight danced across the water that stretched before you all the way to Raven Island. Nevermore’s Poe Cup was about to begin, and electricity filled the air. You could hear the sounds of hundreds of people moving around you with shouts, laughter, and singing. It seemed as if the entire academy was crowded around the grassy bank next to the lake, ready to witness the competition.

There were tents set up for each team, a refreshments table staffed with student volunteers, and various metal stands constructed to watch the festivities from. Banners were visible in the crowd of students; some supported the Gold Bugs, some the Black Cats, and so on. Carts of sweets and snacks were pushed about jovially. Larissa had made sure hot chocolate was available for the event, and you considered grabbing one for her.

The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. When you caught sight of Larissa near the front of the crowd in her impeccably fitted dress, a mischievous smirk settled upon your face. The principal stood on a small red-carpeted wooden platform at the front of the crowd just before the water.

Wild, half-formed thoughts began whizzing through your lustful mind as you watched Larissa’s perfectly curated crimson lips move as she spoke to another faculty member enthusiastically. She always loved the Poe Cup. Arrangements for it began before the school year even started, since Larissa always had such fond memories of the competition. You could think of a few ways to ensure she enjoyed the event. One included your head under her dress in the team changing tents.

It had been a couple weeks since Larissa confided in you that she was interested in having sex in public. At first you were shocked by the confession; you didn’t expect proper, respectable, and responsible Larissa Weems to yearn for that kind of sexual gratification. When she had brought it up, you two were coming back from seeing a movie in Jericho. Your hand had found its way to her inner thigh, stroking circles against her soft skin. As innocent and comforting as the action was intended to be, Larissa confessed how arousing it was to be so intimate in a room with others there, completely unaware.

“I want to welcome you all to the Edgar Allan Poe Cup!” erupted Larissa’s voice, over the tumultuous buzz and applause of the crowd. Your cheeks flash pink as you realize you were lost in the thought of your concealed hands hard at work. You’d have to compose yourself a bit better if you were to put your plan into motion. Spectators screamed and clapped, some even waving their banners at Larissa excitedly as her voice echoed over the crowd. If they kept that level of commotion up, you were sure that any of Larissa’s later noises could be obscured…

The next thing you heard was “Let the Poe Cup begin!”

Larissa, looking ever so pleased with herself, pulls the trigger of the starting pistol to signal the beginning of the event. Even louder cheers fill the chilly air. Howls and whoops bellow as shrill as possible as everyone sets their eyes on the teams pushing off from the shore.

Beaming at you and not privy to your devious plan, Larissa comes to your side to join you in the metal bleachers. You let your eyes roam over the curves of her body—her deliciously long torso and toned legs. You would have probably imploded if your principal had looked like that growing up.

As she sits, you bring your hand to her back and rub it gently, as if you’re just offering encouragement and support. You briefly glance around to ensure you two are as uninteresting as anticipated. Satisfied, your hand begins to wander, providing faux-chaste touches. Your fingertips graze her neck, trail her arms, brush over her breast. You surmise that Larissa is clueless and intending to soliloquize about her years as co-captain for Ophelia Hall.

Sensing the need to take control of the moment, you utter huskily, just loud enough for her to hear, “You look so fucking good right now.” At that, your fingers make their way to fiddle with the edge of Larissa’s dress hem.

Larissa stiffens, suddenly acutely aware of the placement of your hands. “What are you doing?” A whisper—her tone demure and surprised. You could swear you heard a hint of panic bubbling up in her chest.

True, students were close, but who was really invested in their principal during the long-awaited Poe Cup? Your thoughts went to the extensive conversation you and Larissa had in the car weeks prior about each other’s green, yellow, and red sexual flags. Armed with knowledge of how badly she fantasized about the risk of almost being caught, you tentatively continued touching her thighs. Heat flashed through Larissa, stealing her breath and eliciting a gasp.

“Shh, Principal Weems.” You direct into her ear, knowing her slight change in breathing was most likely imperceptible alongside the trees swaying in the wind, the water lapping, and the simultaneous cheering and clapping. “Take off your scarf, and fold it in your lap.”

Her body followed the command almost automatically, and you slipped your hand under it. The sudden thrill gripped her. She couldn’t. They couldn’t. Not here. ...could they? The idea made her ache. Larissa chewed on her bottom lip, querying whether or not to let you proceed. They were in broad daylight among her students, not a dim movie theater with strangers. She couldn't believe this situation was actually turning her on.

“In fact, you’ll probably want to stay very, very quiet.”

Larissa tried to focus on keeping her breathing steady and her red lips firmly clamped shut. She couldn’t help but feel her heart begin to race. Excitement, desperation, panic, surprise, and overwhelming need all contributed to the rise of her pulse. Her eyes darted over to other faculty, paranoid that at any moment you two would be found out. Larissa’s brain was screaming at herself, but she couldn't stop. It was like the desire was controlling her body, and her mind just wasn't on the right receiver channel. Her immediate arousal and submission was a little embarrassing. Shouldn’t she be able to keep her professional life and private life separate? That didn't seem to matter, though; it was like her body was on autopilot for anything you wanted once you whispered in her ear.

Her cheeks got hot, and Larissa found herself inadvertently opening her legs a bit, like an invitation. With any luck, the average passer-by wouldn’t figure out what was going on.

“We can't do this here!" Larissa quietly hissed, sounding more flustered and docile than she meant to. She felt like that’s what she should say. Surely she could have more conviction, bat your hand away, cross her legs, ….anything. Larissa frantically glanced around one more time to make sure that no one looked towards you two; she desperately did not want to get caught. What a scandal for the school it would be.

Nearly surrendering, Larissa closed her eyes and considered the throbbing ache between her legs. She slid a hand onto your thigh, needing to brace herself. Your breathy voice whispering in her ear only made Larissa impossibly wetter. Who knew being called by her title would turn her on like this? Who knew sneaking around in front of students and faculty could make Larissa putty in your hands?

At this moment, Larissa overheard two students discussing the potential winnings of the betting pool they had orchestrated for the Poe Cup. She wanted to intervene, but she knew intervening would cost her. Instead, she pushed the reprimand that she owed the students down—below the knots of desire in her stomach.

With a fingertip hovering over Larissa’s silk underwear where you know her clit is, you begin to lightly graze the fabric up and down. Regardless of your warning for her to be silent, you can hear the groan and pant Larissa tries to obscure, indecent and deliciously sexy.

After leisurely making circles over the damp silk, Larissa began to subtly shift her weight in hopes of adding more friction.

“You like this, ‘Rissa?” Your voice was low and intoxicating as you teased her.

Before she could finish nodding, your fingers found their way under the silk fabric to her flesh. You could feel heat radiating off her, and it made you want to disregard everyone here and to taste her arousal. Your fingers moved through the soft tuft of hair on her mons pubis, hoping to tease Larissa further, until finally feeling her slick folds.

Larissa was thankful to be sitting down, because her knees would have buckled at that moment of contact. A whine of pleasure threatened to leave her throat, and it took all her willpower to stay quiet. The slight twitching of Larissa’s hips could be played off as excitement from the event. Plenty of movement surrounded you two. People knocked against each other getting to their seats or jumping up and down. ‘Excuse me’s and ‘sorry’s were exchanged loudly. No one much cared for what else was going on besides the race.

"Then fuck my fingers. Make yourself come.”

With that, you enter two fingers into her opening. Your palm arched against her clit, adding delectable pressure. Your two fingers were crooked inside of Larissa, searching for the exact right spot to titillate relentlessly.

The sounds of the Poe Cup faded away to a faint ringing. Larissa groaned and started to move her hips more exaggeratedly, as if she were properly shifting in her seat. Any hope of actually being able to pay attention to the race and narrate for the crowd was long gone.

In the meantime, you kept a steady rhythm, flicking your fingers inside of Larissa. The sound of her stifled pants and the way you could feel her twitching and tensing was driving you to the edge of despair. For one wild moment, you wondered if she’d be able to clamber onto your lap without anyone noticing. As if she was considering the same, Larissa desperately clutched onto the edge of the bench, making sure not to fumble with or accidentally tug at her scarf that way keeping your hand obscured.

A deep shudder of pleasure and relief ran through Larissa, catching her off guard. She let out a moan without thinking and then bit her lip to try and stop herself from making any more. Something that was getting increasingly difficult with the way your skilled fingers were working.

“Mmm, more." There was both an urgent pleading and spacey quality to Larissa’s tone.

“I’ve dreamed about touching you like this, and I can only keep going if you stay quiet,” you purr matter-of-factly to her.

As attractive as her begging was, you wanted to ride out the tension a bit longer before giving into her hunger and yearning. It was too fun to be in control of the woman who prided herself on her poise and authority. And doing so in public at her own school’s event.

Sensing that Larissa was getting more noisy and about to go over the edge at your words, you pull back. You remove your fingers from inside her and instead begin lightly tapping your fingers against her swollen clit.

Murmurs run through the crowd as the teams begun to row against one another back across the lake.

“Principal Weems?” An unfamiliar, youthful voice approached.

You whip your head towards the student interrupting you and Larissa. Your hand stills from under Larissa’s scarf that is concealing the true nature of your shared enjoyment. Your guard is immediately up, attempting to not give into alarm. Thankfully, the student’s gaze was focused out on the lake and only just meets yours and Larissa’s.

“Y-yes?” Larissa is able to respond, trying to put on her usual façade.

“Would it be okay if I used your binoculars? Yoko won’t share hers because they’re supposedly specially made to withstand the sunlight.” An indignant Enid, or so you assumed from hearing various stories, stood beside Larissa.

Even though much of the race was held in the distance, Larissa was likely the only faculty there with binoculars. Well, maybe one or two others had the sense to bring a pair.

“Of course, Ms. Sinclair. Please keep them for the rest of the event.”

“Oh, thank you, Principal Weems! You’re the best!” Enid grabs the binoculars and skips away without a clue to what she had interrupted. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Enid hold up the binoculars in a righteous manner and stick her tongue out at who you assume is Yoko.

You turn your attention back to the ghostly-pale woman beside you. You briefly check-in with her. “Still green?”

A breath and then affirmation. “Green.”

Your hand hadn’t left Larissa’s underwear, so you take back control of the situation.

“So naughty, Principal Weems…” you murmured. “About to be coming all over the bleachers. All over my hand… better keep quiet, otherwise, we’re bound to be interrupted again. Wouldn't that be terrible? If I had to stop touching you now, stop fucking you with my fingers?”

Larissa should be mortified. She should be careful. Neither are things she is interested in. Instead, her body twitches and aches at the use of her title again—the thought of being naughty and of getting away with it.

Your hand slips back down to Larissa’s opening. Larissa all but directs your fingers back inside her, eager to find a more lasting release. However, you knew that she was so tightly wound and that it would only take the faintest touch, a few slick circles on her clit before she shattered. Breathing in Larissa’s ear and telling her how wet you are while touching her brought her over the edge. She trembled beside you. In an effort to mask the spasm, you reached over with your free hand and rubbed her upper arm as if her shiver was due to the chilly autumn day.

Instead of stopping completely, your fingers moved in slow spirals, drawing out the aftershocks for as long as she could handle before leaning bonelessly against your side. The world narrowed to the warmth of your hand on her back, the lazy pulse between her legs. You place a kiss to Larissa’s forehead, murmuring that she had done so well for you.

A few calm moments passed where you two breathed together before the rumbling from the various Black Cat supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight. The whole crowd was on their feet, eager to decipher the team in the lead, and it looked like you two had gotten away with it.

“Well, that was exciting,” Larissa let out hoarsely.

A grin erupted onto your face as you stated, “And just with my left hand…”

Larissa shoved your arm in response before standing and adjusting her clothing, making her way over to the podium again announce the winners. Now this was a Poe Cup to remember.

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