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pezberryandotherlesbians · 5 years

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so I accidentally deleted my ENTIRE TUMBLR yesterday immediately after posting this request. I managed to get some screenshots but long story short, if ur like wow hey ur posting the same things again - u are correct. also feel free to RE-follow this account of u so wish. On with the show. ps thanks for the prompt!

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You felt the blood throb inside your thighs, burning and swelling as you again put more pressure on them. There were only a few minutes left of the game, and you sure as hell weren’t going to give in to the exhaustion now - not if you wanted to win. Your stick felt like an extension of your body as you skated across the rink, pluck clicking against your weapon like an offbeat soundtrack. Pulling back, you swung harder than you had all night, celebrating prematurely before you realised your efforts had been intercepted. Fucking Lynn.

She was the best player on their team and she’d been on your ass all night. It didn’t help that she looked so utterly pleased with herself each and every time she ruined your play, a sparkle in her eye as she disappeared from your view. The buzzer sounded then, cheers erupting for her team. Bitterness flooding your mouth, sinking into the insides of your cheeks as you flushed angry red, the heat you’d been oblivious to now your primary focus. You wanted to get off and get changed, go home and shower and figure out why Lynn so effortlessly slithered under your skin at every single game.

‘Y/n!’ You turned to see her skating coolly toward you with a hand running through tussled hair. ‘Good game. You’re a sharp hitter, dude.’ She complimented sweetly, seeming entirely genuine as she pushed the same hand that had been in her hair in your direction. You shook it, albeit with a hint of reluctance, ignoring the jolt of lightning skin to skin contact with your enemy seemed to afford you.

‘Not sharp enough for you, clearly.’ You reply, smiling through your irritation. Lynn raises her eyebrows, playfully taken aback.

‘Am I sensing a little anger here, y/n? A little jealousy perhaps?’ She teases, even going as far as to poke you in the stomach with the back end of her stick. It makes you laugh, despite your best efforts not to.

‘No! Stop! Whatever, I’m not jealous. I’ll beat you next time. Maybe...probably not.’ You give in, feeling your competitiveness slide off of you as the sweat dripps down your face. ‘I need to get changed.’ You tell her, smiling.

Lynn nods, but something keeps you with her. You feel like your interaction isn’t over, like maybe she has more to say. And she does.

‘Can I come with you? The rest of the team don’t care about going out like this but I’m officially over it. But I know we enemies aren’t supposed to share changing rooms, so no pressure.’ She giggles, pulling her bottom lip nervously between her teeth. You falter, if only for a second. Eyes glued to the bottom half of her mouth.

‘Yeah, no - of course. Stupid rules for a stupid game.’ You sigh, realising what a sore loser you sound - and are. Lynn laughs.

‘So stupid. Stupid enough for to play it week in and week out.’ She nudges you with her shoulder before picking up speed, skating right past you.

‘Can you keep up, or did that little game tire you out?’ She calls, showing off repeatedly with a cocky grin on her face. You race up to her, almost knocking her over on your way past. She stumbles, but you’re already out of reach by the time she recovers.

‘Coming?’ You ask politely, using your shoulder to burst open the change room door. You hold it open for her, mumbling for her to take her time as you wait for her to catch up.

‘Thanks.’ She says sarcastically, a little breathless.

‘You’re welcome, honey.’ You drawl, a southern accent on your tongue. Lynn eyes you, green orbs glistening with mirth.

‘You should talk like that more often. It’s hot.’ She informs you casually, plonking herself down onto the bench to remove her skates. You try to regain your balance, to play it just as cool as she is.

‘And why would I do anything for you, sworn enemy?’ You reply, crashing down beside her. She already has her skates off, but she doesn’t move.

‘I can think of a few reasons.’ She says softly, and you could swear to god it sounds like she’s flirting with you. You want to say something good, something solid in return, but your skate is jammed and it’s driving you crazy, stressing you out just a little and making you feel trapped.

‘I can’t get my skate off.’ You whisper, smiling regretfully when you feel how badly you’ve ruined any potential moment. Lynn laughs at least, swiftly dropping to her knees before you. You gulp, unsure of why your body is suddenly so tense, your legs spreading unconsciously as she slips between them, hands either side of your stubborn skate.

‘How’d you manage this?’ She asks, focused on the task at hand.

‘I have no idea.’ You breathe, becoming increasingly on edge.

‘Well.’ She flicks her eyes up to where you sit, slowly melting away. Sure, Lynn was attractive. And sure you’d noticed and sure, you’d thought about stuff before, but having her gaze up at you from between your legs as her fingers work at your stupid skate is more of a turn on than you ever could have imagined.

She pauses her movements for a second. ‘Wait, too hot. Let me take this off.’ She removes her gear, leaving her top off in only a white t-shit with the sleeves cut off, revealing taut muscles that flex and swell with each and every attempt she makes at freeing you. ‘I think you might be the girl with a skate for a foot for the rest of your life, y/n.’ She jokes after she still hasn’t made much progress after a few seconds. ‘Skater girl.’ She beams a moment later, staring up at you for praise.

‘That was a good one.’ You whisper, widening your eyes sardonically. Finally, the skate comes off. Lynn cheers and you let your spine hit the wall behind you. You’re still a mess, but at least now you have both your feet. Lynn remains on her knees, smiling victoriously. You remove your gear, feeling too constricted to wait until you have more privacy. Not that Lynn needed more privacy a moment ago. Lynn watches you undress. She’s shameless about it - and that just turns you on more.

‘Want a picture?’ You ask, straightening your shirt.

‘I’d love one.’ She shoots back, her tone low and serious. You stare down at her, too scared to break the tension on your own. That’s when she rises, cups one side of your face and leans in, leaving an inch of space for you to close on your own. You do, and it isn’t long before her tongue is swiping at your bottom lip, hands pulling restlessly at your sides. You can’t tell who is breathing so hard, who’s moans are who’s. It all melds into one, and the heat you felt out on the rink is nothing compared to the heat you feel now. Lynn straddles you, rolling her hips over yours every now and then. You hold her waist, dragging your nails across her skin. It again isn’t long until Lynn is back on her knees, this time taking your pants and removing them with ease as you lift your hips to assist. She looks up at you again, this time questioning. You nod as you run a hand through her hair, guiding her between your legs. She groans softly before her tongue presses against your underwear, hot and wet. Fingers trail up and down your thighs, nails piercing skin when you sense her becoming overwhelmed. Knuckles graze your skin as her fingers hook beneath the waistband of your underwear, taking them away with her. Her mouth returns with renewed desperation, tongue sliding against you while fingers draw close. You watch her, waiting for her to watch you. She does, just as she pushes two fingers inside of you.

‘Fuck.’ You gasp, hand tightening in her hair as she smiles against your core. She tastes all of you as her fingers keep a rhythm, just deep enough to have your writhing within minutes. You climax with one of her hands inside you and the othe interlocked with yours. She holds you steady as she brings you down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she rises to your level. She kisses you deeply, slowly and with more feeling than you’d been expecting. You kiss her back just as hard, wrapping your hand around the back of her neck. Foreheads presses together, you laugh in giddy disbelief.

‘What the hell was that? No, you know what. You’re better at that than you are at hockey.’ You declare, laughing dizzy. Lynn pretends to be offended before smiling with all of her teeth.

‘I’m okay with that actually. Got any plans right now?’ She breathes, something in hers telling you she’s nowhere near done with you.

‘I’m gonna be wherever you are.’ You say without thinking.

‘Well, I’m going home.’ She smiles, lips slightly swollen and eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them before. ‘And I’m bringing you with me.’

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