I've had a long day of cleaning of my room and will again tomorrow. Then, this weekend I have 14 hour shifts to work so I'll be pretty radio silent for the next few days. But, I felt I needed to post something before heading to bed... so I took this out of my documents and rewrote it a bit. Honestly? It's bad. But maybe one or two of you will enjoy it.
TW/Kinks: Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex
!Semi-Canon!
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The screen's projection lit up the massive theater, several dialogue and action sequences running through its film. 1989 tried to focus on it, make sense of the words coming from the main characters but it ultimately failed. Midnights had slid a hand between her girlfriend's skirt sometime during the beginning of the movie, when exactly 1989 couldn't decipher. Maybe it was her fault though, she wore something easily accessible especially when sitting. But yet, even with the uncomfortable position Midnights' fingers were probably in she was already knuckle deep, curling right against the sweet, pleasurable g-spot. Her pace, an all time high, was starting to make 1989 dig her nails into the cushioned chair; something she would probably worry about tearing if she was any other state. Biting her lip, she was desperate to keep her moans down; Reputation sitting right next to her and god knows what would happen if she found out what they were doing. Lucky for them, she was the designated popcorn keeper (which she found quite ironic), so any lewd acts were kept hidden beneath a well placed bucket. Midnights leaned to 1989s ear, whispering sinful cantations that only could make her girlfriend melt, pumping in and out with a rhythmic manner.
"There we go baby, just like that." 1989 tried not to respond, encouragement was not something Midnights needed; but fuck it was hard. "You like it when I fuck you in front of everyone like this, hmm?" Her tone was seductive and degrading, one she knew 1989 could barely keep together for. "To know that just one wrong move could result in everyone knowing? Knowing how much you love this?" Her lips made a popping noise, her thrusts beginning to get rough, the knot in the other's stomach starting. 1989 couldn't help it anymore, nodding profusely; accompanied with a light whimper. Midnights chuckled at the response, only slightly satisfied. "There we go, now you're getting it. But y'know, good girls use their words."
Her girlfriend groaned, legs squirming around the chair, pace quickening with ease; slamming against the most pleasurable spot over and over. She tried to keep her mouth shut, something Midnights did not enjoy at all. Shooting her free hand up, she cupped 1989s neck, forcing her chin up; slightly squeezing. "You're not going to cum until you do." A gentle lick on the earlobe, then a nibble. 1989 sighed, rolling her eyes, an inaudible moan escaping as she finally caved into the demands.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
The whisper was, in fact, not as quiet as 1989 wanted but it was doable; nobody noticed. "Yes, I like it when you fuck me like this!" She grinded her hips against Midnights' fingers, begging for the stimulation of release.
"Keep going."
A few tears slipped from 1989, maybe from embarrassment; but most likely from what was happening between her legs. She continued. "Knowing we could get-" her breaths were ragged, uneven, "get caught at any moment and fuck I love it! Don't stop, please." She moaned a bit too loud at that last bit, Midnights releasing her grip; going faster and faster. "Fuck Midnights, yes o-oh god."
"Pass me the popcorn." 1989 stopped herself, wide eyed and shaky when turning her head ever so slowly to face Reputation who raised an eyebrow; pointing to the large bucket that somehow barely moved an inch during the entire session while in her lap. Midnights, still pumping (unsurprisingly), tilted her head; a devious shit-eating grin smothering her face, probably enjoying the idea of getting caught. 1989, however, did not. Her body was already sweating and hot, this situation only amplifying everything. Although maybe it was from the orgasm building up or the idea of getting caught really wasn't that great after all like previously whispered.
1989 just stared at Reputation, gathering her thoughts of what to say. Does she just ask her to take a handful, avoiding confrontation? Or maybe she can just take the bucket and she won't even look below? Every possible scenario played in her brain, deciphering which one was the best.
"Fine, I'll just take it myself." Reputation scoffed, clenching her teeth in frustration; taking the popcorn off 1989s lap.
Please don't look, please don't look, please do-
"Are you fucking serious, what is wrong with you!" Anyone could tell she wanted to yell at the two of them, but she was ultimately forced to keep quiet so as not to alert the others or the entire theater in general. Her finger pointed to Midnights hand stuffed between 1989s legs, still working themselves in her folds. Midnights smiled innocently, clearly not understanding the dire situation they were in, Reputation scowling at her. 1989 tried as well, but it came out crooked; her body tensing more by each second. It was exhilarating actually, apparently the idea of someone catching them in the act was hot enough.
1989 tried to hold onto the arms of the chair again, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the wave of pleasure flew through her body; entire body tightening in physical bliss. The fingers did not stop. She let her girlfriend ride her orgasm out, the two still keeping their gaze and smiles on Reputation. Her reaction was nothing less than what was expected, mouth wide open in disgust.
"I swear to fucking god!" She slammed her fists on the cushion, spitting her words, "If I wasn't in a fucking movie theater right now I would kick both your asses!" She turned her whole body around, facing Lover, trying not to look or even think of what just happened. Midnights snickered behind, amused. As much as Reputation was a bitch, she was not going to just tell anyone she witnessed 1989 cumming right in front of her.
A small popping noise was heard when Midnights finally pulled herself out, an orgasmic wave finally receding back. Glaring at 1989, she licked her fingers gently, the sweet taste rolling onto her tongue; a not-so-innocent smile plastered. Her girlfriend was unamused, scoffing before readjusting herself to her seat; leaning back and huffing. She looks at the screen, dismissing Midnights when she tries to grab her attention again. Then, a hand on top of her own; not a usual occurrence. 1989, a bit taken back, rolled her eyes, reluctantly giving back, squeezing Midnights hand.
She did not know what was happening in the movie, and quite frankly, she didn't really care.
