☁️: a second chapter omg i might have to suck my own dick for this one
(this was written when this chapter was originally supposed to be posted so it doesn't work anymore but god, i can't bring myself to backspace it)
ps. not proofread DUH
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The click of the door closing called for unintended awkward silence between Minnie and Shawn as the boy in question took a seat on the foot of the bed, his hair unruly as a result of recent events.
He let out an exasperated sigh as Minnie situated herself between his legs, still standing as she looked down on his tired eyes. She cracked the smallest of sincere smiles, running a hand through his untamed mess of curls. "You tired?"
"Exhausted." He exhaled.
"Why don't you hop in the shower?"
He shook his head. "No, no. We have to ice your stomach."
"I can do it myself." Minnie argued comically.
"Let me do it, baby. I'll take good care of you." His arms found their usual place on her hips, drawing her closer to him. Minnie giggled as his fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt before lifting it up for a precise evaluation of her obtained injury.
He peppered kisses all around the skin of her abdomen, chills traveling to every corner of her body. The lower that his bites descended, the tighter that the grip she had on his hair grew.
Shawn lifted her long skirt with little effort, his head disappearing under the fabric as he knelt before her.
"Shawn-" Minnie started with the intention of turning down the very generous offer.
"Shh." The heat of his breath stuck to her inner thigh as her head fell back.
"I-I don't know about this." She tried.
"Just let me." He whispered back, the pads of his thumb caressing her heat over the fabric of her underwear.
"Fuck."
"You like that?"
"Mmhm." Minnie's eyes were shut, the wet between her legs producing at the mere memory of that one fateful night spent in the Met Gala restroom.
Her underwear pooled at her ankles as the cold in the air summoned a gasp from her. That and Shawn's stolen opportunity of swiping his tongue along her dripping heat.
As a way to tease her, he popped his head back out. But Shawn wasn't who Minnie saw. Stuck in a daydream of her own design, Olivia, in all her glory, looked up at her.
☁️: i am SO evil laughing rn
"You okay if I do this?" Olivia asks, two fingers spreading open the folds of Minnie's sex.
She only nodded, unable to form coherent words in a world where Olivia was looking up at her like that.
The fictitious confidence in her eyes alone could make Minnie crumble. Her hands in her hair, God, her hands in her hair. She wanted to tug, to pull, to memorize the scent a million times more. Something about longer hair always had Minnie on her knees.
Olivia's head disappeared under the skirt, translating to the immediate and relentless suction of her clit.
"Jesus." She whimpered. Sex-Ed didn't lie when referred to the clit as the most nerve bound part of the body. She could feel every part of Olivia's mouth on her. The strings of spit with every lap, the grooves of her teeth brushing up against her bundle of nerves ever so lightly, and her smile with every sound Minnie made.
