Requested by MajesticalMackenzie
Lyndsey hisses at you as your fingers glide over the soft material of her skinny jeans and rest on the zipper. "Stop it right now (Y/N)," the girl growls before grabbing your hand roughly in her own. You smirk internally knowing that you're getting what you want; Lynn turned on. She hates it being turned on in public and hates it even more when you tease her in public, or even at all.
You pull your hand away from Lynn's grip and she gives you a stern look before focusing on the fries between you. You watch as she picks up a handful of fries and shoves them into her mouth. "How attractive," you mumble under your breath, intended for Lynn to hear. "Oh shut up!" she growls before crossing her arms across her chest and huffing.
You wrap your hand around the top of her thigh, letting your fingers push themselves between her thighs and get as close to her sweet spot as you can without making contact. You feel her shift in her seat but she holds herself together better than you thought she would. You smirk and watch her screw her nose up as your fingers massage their way closer to her core. "U-uh, (Y/N)," Lynn whisper-yells as she tries to conceal her evident arousal. "Fuck, please stop!" she growls again. "Make me," you whisper into her ear before leaving soft butterfly kisses down her neck. She shivers under your touch and you grin.
"(Y/N) we're in public!" Lyndsey exlaims in a loud whisper. "So?" you ask as innocently as possible. You watch as her cheeks start to heat up and turn a dark shade of red. The veins in her neck start to stand out and her facial features twist into a scowl. "I swear, (Y/N), if you don't stop right now you'll regret it!" Lyndsey seeths through clenched teeth. Hearing those words spill from Lynn's lips triggers something inside of you and you can't help but to wonder what she means by 'regret'.
You press your palm against Lynn's pussy and she takes a deep breath. Not wanting to cause a scene or have somebody notice that she's pulling your hand away from under the table she scoots over away from you. She hardly puts any distance between you both in the small booth but you press yourself back up against her anyway. "Lynnnnnn," you whine, biting down on your lower lip and completely ignoring the hand holding your own away. "I mean it (Y/N), fucking stop." Lyndsey growls again and you know you've pissed her off enough. Just to push your luck a little more you rip your hand away from Lynn's and shove it between her thighs. She looks at you completely outraged and fear creeps up inside you. You watch as she stands and runs a hand through her hair to keep herself calm. It fails. Instead she grabs your wrist and pushes you out of the booth.
You stumble to your feet just in time to be dragged by your wrist out of the restaraunt to Lynn's car. She shoves you against the door and presses herself against your body. The darkness outside hides the sneaky hand on Lynn's ass. She groans in frustration as you giggle but soon stop. You yelp as Lynn's hands push you firmly against the car door. The pain shooting through your shoulder where her hand grips you turns you on and you can't help but to want to coax the rough side of your girlfriend to come out. "Baby you're hurting me," you squeak out, only to be told to shut up as Lynn's lips touch your neck. She sinks her teeth into your soft skin and sucks it in, leaving a dark hickey in place of her lips.
"Get the fuck in the car." Lyndsey growls at you while unlocking it. You turn around to face the door only to be pushed against it again. This time it only lasts a few seconds. After cupping your left ass cheek in her hand and slapping it as hard as she possibly can, she let's you get in the car. She gets in the drivers side, putting on her seat belt and starting the ignition. "I'm sorry," you mutter, knowing that it'd just make Lynn angrier. You hear her huff before slamming her hand down on the wheel. "Damn it (Y/N)! Do you ever fucking shut up?!" she yells before stepping on the gas and pulling out of the car park. The whole ride home is silent apart from the occasional angry grunt from the girl beside you.
As you pull into the drive way of your house Lynn looks at you and groans angrily. "Get inside," she fumes. You do as told, walking in front of Lyndsey. She pushes you up against the front door as she unlocks it. Before she pushes the door open she growls in your ear and spits a string of curse words along with your name somewhere amongst them. You grin to yourself as you trip through the door with Lyndsey's hand in the middle of your back. "Upstairs." is the last thing you hear before she forces you through the bedroom door and onto the bed. She pushes you down onto your hands and knees roughly before slapping an open palm across your ass.
You cry out in pleasure and pain, which only angers Lynn more. "Shut up!" she seeths before repeating her action again. You stifle a yelp when her hands comes into contact with your ass. "It would hurt more if you took my pants off." you mumble. "Good idea."
Lyndsey's hands tug roughly at the waist of your jeans and in no time they're off. She admires the dark red hand prints already forming on your ass. She adds three more to the collection and seems satisfied for the minute. "Stay. I'll be right back," she demands before walking over to the closet. You hear her shuffling around and your mind wanders. Seconds later your hear Lynn grunt, you grow curious and look back to see your girlfriend struggling to pull her leg through the strap on harness. You stifle a giggle and before you can think about anything else, Lyndsey catches you peeking. She frowns, tightening the harness and walking towards you.
"Do you ever learn (Y/N)?" she spits before slamming her hand against the already red skin on your ass. You lurch forward a little and yelp. Lyndsey growls in disapproval and grabs your hips. She pulls you towards her roughly and rubs the cold rubber shafts length between your lower lips. You moan out, disregarding Lynn's earlier disapproval of your vocalisation of your pleasure. You hiss as Lynn's hands simultaneously slam against your ass cheeks. "Shut up," she tells you while taking the dildo in her hand. Slowly, she pushes the head inside of your wetness and you try your hardest not to moan. But the further she pushes inside of you the harder it is for you to hold down the moans.
"Lynnnn!" you cry out as her thighs crash against yours. "What did I tell you?!" she yells. She pulls herself out of you and adds three more prints to your ass. You bite your lip and suddenly you're filled up again. Slowly you feel Lyndsey starting to fuck you. You can't help but to let out inaudible whimpers. Lyndsey leans down on your back gently and kisses the back of your neck while playing with your breasts. You can feel Lynn's hips buck against your thighs ever so slightly, causing the tip of the toy to brush against your g-spot over and over.
"Don't cum until I say you can," Lyndsey demands while kissing at your ear. When you don't say anything back she gets mad at you again. "Got it?!" she growls while pushing herself upwards and slamming her hand down on your ass. Suddenly she slams her toy back inside of you and the sound of skin hitting skin makes you shudder. Lyndsey's fingers dig themselves into the soft flesh around your hips while she continually assaults your wet cave. It doesn't even take five minutes before you're getting close to the orgasm you so desperately need.
"Don't cum." Lynn reminds you, running her fingers up your spine and slamming back inside of you a few more times. "Lyndsey!" you scream, trying to make her stop, "I'm gonna cu-" before you can finish speaking she cuts you off. "No you're not."
She backs away from you and slaps her hand across your ass again. "Fuck!" you scream in pain. Your skin burns and you hear Lynn laugh devilishly. "That'll teach you." she grunts. Her fingers find their way to the little bundle of nerves between your lower lips. She presses them against it, making your hips buck and the fire stir in your stomach again. "Please Lynn..." you beg, not thinking about the consequences. You earn another hand across your sore ass causing you to drop a few tears and scream out in pain again, much to Lyndsey's sick amusement.
She rubs your bundle of nerves in tight little circles until you let a moan slip out. You brace yourself for another spanking but it never comes. Instead you feel Lynn's fingers slip inside of you and her soft hair tickles your stinging skin. The feeling is kind of soothing against the burning skin. You start to feel the orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. "B-baby," you stutter, scared that you'll get another spanking. "Cum." is all she has to say before you explode in an earth shaking orgasm. You collapse onto the bed underneath Lynn, exhausted.
"I love you (Y/N)," Lynn says before leaving kisses all over your shoulder and down your back. She reaches your cheeks and gently kisses the raised skin. "I love you too, Gunnulfsen." you say. You wince at the sting of Lynn's lips on the slightly broken skin but even that doesn't stop you from falling asleep as she massages the small of your back.
