Orange Lipstick

20

A/N: First time I've ever written smut so bare with me, please. 🙃

Warning(s): Dubious Consent, lots of NSFW, and inappropriate language.

Today was the day Missy was finally going to get laid.

Ever since she had seen you, all other people had become... less attractive.

Missy hadn't felt as satisfied as she usually was of having a quickie with one of the guards,

Oh, but she had the most vivid dreams of you.

Dreams of you gagging on her cock as you looked up at her with pleading E/C eyes.

How lovely you'd look with nipple clamps as she tugged at them roughly.

Or maybe- you were into spanking. Marking that s/c skin made the pinkette feel giddy. She'd wonder how you'd react to all this.

Would you be into dirty talk? Would you cuss every time she thrust into you? We're your moans so loud that the whole prison could hear you? She was about to find out.

After lusting for you for more than a day, the pinkette was finally going to get rewarded for she had lured you away from prying eyes.

And she would have the whole infirmary to herself.

A perfect opportunity to defile you.

Closing the door behind you and locking it, Missy motions for the pills placed on top of her desk.

"They're right there, Sweety."

Snatching the container, you let out a sigh of relief at not having to miss any of your dates.

The stack of birth pills you've gotten from other inmates was good to last you for another week. It was a good thing you were able to get your hands on a month's worth of pills.

The possibility of you getting pregnant was significantly lowered with these pills. Heck, you don't even want to be a mom. In your eyes, you'd make a horrible mother if push came to shove.

"Thank you so much! You don't know how grateful I am!-"

"You didn't think I did that for free, ey little girl~?"

Your breath hitches when the woman leans in, too close for comfort.

Clutching the pills closer to your body, you cower from Missy.

"I don't have any money." You say, drawing out a low chuckle from the nurse.

"So naive~," she coos to you.

You flinch when you feel her hands slimmer over your waist, resting her face into the crook of your neck.

Before you can make any attempt to pull away, the tell-tale sound of Missy sniffing your hair makes you freeze up.

"W-what are you doing?"

"You smell so good." The pinkette groans, unwilling making a warmth pool into your stomach.

"You're soft, submissive, and so goddamn cute." Missy says breathlessly, as she twirls a lock of your hair.

"I really really want to see you as a fucking mess. Whining on my cock...wouldn't that be nice?" She growls, her hand grabbing at your ass. Needing harshly at the flesh, that you were sure would leave bruises on your soft skin.