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alright, christen was getting sick of it. she was sitting in her section, trying to mind her business and keep her focus on her sheet music, and a complete stranger on the marimba had been glaring at her for the past hour and a half.
come on, seriously? they were rehearsing for their concert here. it was the first day that all the sections of instruments- woodwinds, strings, brass, and percussion- had come together, and all christen wanted to do was get this shit sounding good so she could leave.
unlike many of the other people in the room, she was only a flute minor. her main major was a combined business/psychology focus, and she sort of regretted minoring in flute at this point because she did not have a singular moment of time for herself. if she wasn’t studying, she was practicing her flute or attending her sorority’s events.
the literal last thing she needed was trying to practice that god-awful flute riff in stravinsky’s “the firebird” and having some brown-haired stranger giving her the deadliest glare she’d ever seen.
what did she do to deserve this? christen just wanted some fucking coffee and a nap. the nap before the coffee, she guessed, because it wouldn’t work in the first order. man. she was exhausted, and it was only two in the afternoon. college was a joke.
she sighed, daring to look up one more time across the right half of the orchestra towards the stranger. sure enough, she was still shooting daggers in her direction. jesus christ.
christen narrowed her eyes. making sure the woman was still looking, she put on her most sarcastic smile and waved obnoxiously to her.
the woman looked enraged; her eyes honest-to-god twitched, and christen noted that she may have seen a vein throb in her forehead. ha. deserved.
satisfied, christen looked back at her sheet music with a small smile. the second chair of the flute section, brian, elbowed her from the left.
“who’s that?” he whispered, keeping himself quiet due to the conductor’s strict no-talking rule.
christen shrugged, palms up and eyebrows raising. “never seen her before in my life,” she murmured.
brian shot her a weird look. christen ignored it. honestly, brian was her least favorite member of the flute section. and look, it wasn’t even because he was the chair above her. he had an unfortunate tendency to be in everyone’s business… constantly. christen couldn’t even sigh without him being on her ass.
yeah, she would be glad to finish this flute minor.
the conductor gathered the group’s attention, wanting to run the piece from some line measure christen couldn’t remember, and they started to play.
unfortunately, it was a little hard to Concentrate when someone was trying to Stake Her To A Wall with her Eyeballs.
look, though, christen was still a professional. she didn’t miss any of her notes or anything. she was just…. pretending to play them while she had a stare-off with miss marimba.
it was actually impressive, the way miss marimba was still able to actually play her instrument perfectly (if not mildly aggressively) while she was trying to telepathically rip out christen’s internal organs. you can’t fake marimba. everyone can see you hitting those big keys, and there’s only one of you in the orchestra.
christen winked at her.
the woman’s jaw clenched, and christen tried not to giggle. she was losing every last bit of her sanity sitting in this room. when the conductor stopped play to yell at the violas, she sent the woman a cheeky grin and a wink. yeah, she was definitely going insane.
the woman rolled her eyes so far back in her head that it was honestly impressive. when she returned to look at christen, she shook her head and finally- finally, looked away. christen could see her profile, and man, she had a nice jawline. christen couldn’t see her face too clearly from the distance they were at, but she could tell as much.
satisfied with her success, christen turned her attention back to her conductor. for the rest of the lesson, she reveled in a small feeling of accomplishment. it wasn’t much, but hey- she’d take what she could get on a shitty day.
when the practice ended, christen took apart her flute’s three segments, cleaning the spit out of them, and packed up her case. she walked out of the room, waving goodbye to a couple people and practically skipping her way out of the room.
she had a behavioral psychology quiz the next day to study for, two medleys to practice, and a sorority event that she was pretty exci-
“christen? press?” a warm hand shot out and grabbed a hold of her shoulder.
christen startled, turning around and tucking her hair behind her ears. she opened her mouth to greet the person, but the words died on her tongue.
the woman from earlier was standing in front of her, death glare gone but a glint of malice still visible in her eyes. the woman was about christen’s height, maybe even a little shorter, but she stood so confidently that it was hard to tell. she had big brown eyes, high cheekbones, and- yep- a very defined jawline.
oh god. she was so incredibly christen’s type that it was painful, and christen nearly smacked herself in the face for allowing the thought to cross her mind. she had to violently remind herself that the pissed off look in the woman’s eyes up close was not sexy and was, in fact, quite rude.
“that would be me,” she laughed over her thoughts, scratching her head. “do i know you?”
the woman’s eyes narrowed.
“we’ve been briefly acquainted,” she answered smoothly, retracting her hand from christen’s shoulder and crossing her arms over her chest. her voice was sweet-sounding, clear with a little bit of a drawl to it. under any other circumstances, it might have made the curly-haired woman open her legs immediately.
christen nodded awkwardly. “cool.”
the woman’s piercing gaze returned, and christen really started to feel like a deer on the long end of a gun barrel.
“why do you keep looking at me like i’m a deer on the long end of a gun barrel?” she asked.
the woman scoffed. “of course you wouldn’t remember, would you?”
christen sighed. the least this woman for her could do was be straightforward so christen could leave, but instead she was beating around the bush for as long as she could. under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have felt so petty, but she was absolutely done with the day already.
“look, miss marimba, i don’t even know your name. how can you expect me to remember what past life i killed your grandma in when the most i know about you is that you smell vaguely like downy laundry detergent?” she said tiredly, shrugging with her palms up.
“tobin,” the stranger replied immediately, annoyed. her jaw was clenched again. christen tried very hard not to look at it.
tobin. why was her name even hot? “okay, miss tobin, how do we know each other?”
“do you remember lindsey horan?” tobin asked accusatorily, shifting her weight so that she rested on one hip.
christen squinted, digging through the reaches of her memory. lindsey….lindsey…. she had a very vague memory of meeting a pretty blonde girl at a sorority party named lindsey, but nothing further.
that could be the answer, though. christen had hooked up with her fair share of sorority girls while drunk, and maybe she’d done something stupid that she couldn’t remember.
“ah!” she exclaimed, face lighting up. “it all makes sense now. did i fuck your girlfriend by accident?”
tobin stared at her, incredulous. “what? n-”
“i don’t remember, but i swear it wasn’t on purpose. scouts honor. sorry about that,” she said sympathetically, putting a hand over her heart.
“she’s not my girlfriend!” the brown-haired woman spluttered.
“your unrequited crush, then? that one’s not my fault.”
“i’m not in love with lindsey horan!” tobin argued, leaning forwards.
“then why do you care? ” christen shot back, leaning in the same as tobin.
their eyes were level, narrowed at each other, and christen fought very hard to keep looking into tobin’s eyes instead of at the rest of her very pretty face.
“because, asshole,” tobin said through grit teeth, “you got drunk in my dorm, hooked up with my roommate lindsey, then puked all over my bed and my feet before leaving and never even saying goodbye to my roommate.”
christen blanched. wow, that did kind of suck. she had no recollection of it though, and really did not appreciate being snapped at. maybe she deserved it, but if tobin knew her name all this time she really could have reached out sooner and more cordially instead of waiting to ambush her at the least convenient moment possible.
“look, miss marimba,” she sighed. “i was pissed. blacked out. drunk as a skunk. i’m sorry, but i obviously had no idea what i was doing. i remember none of that. maybe next time you go confront someone, maybe leave them a note? send them a text? instead of trying to blow up their arteries with your eyeballs.”
“stop calling me miss marimba,” tobin grumbled.
“her royal marimba highness.”
“what is your problem?”
“what’s my problem? you tried to use the force to send me to the pits of hell and now you’re wasting my time sitting here when i have a very busy afternoon even though you could have just sent me a text or something!” christen complained, throwing her hands in the air.
“look, christen, i get that you were drunk and you don’t remember what happened. but seriously, my whole room hasn’t stopped smelling like puke for two months. can you please just buy me some new bedsheets? or shoes?” tobin leaned back, putting her hands on her hips.
“do you have other shoes?”
tobin looked confused. “yeah?”
“great! problem is already solved. throw out your puke-y shoes and invest in some febreeze or some downy unstoppables, and i’ll see you around,” christen said cheerfully, turning on her heel and swiftly walking towards the door again.
before she could make it out, footsteps caught up to her and a soft hand closed lightly on her wrist.
christen turned around again, impatiently. tobin was visibly restraining herself from losing it, and christen nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation.
“christen.”
“tobin,” she replied, nearly whining in response. god, being on the receiving end of a hot girl’s anger and not being on her knees was difficult. “i’m a broke college student, marimba.”
“if you’re not going to pay for anything you ruined, can you at least apologize for leaving my friend you hooked up with without saying anything? you made her feel like she was being used.” tobin asked, eyes boring holes into christen’s.
“i was drunk! what did she expect?” christen exclaimed, defending herself.
“and the least you could do is just give me one measly apology so she knows that!” tobin groaned, running a frustrated hand through her hair.
“okay, fine.” christen was tired. “i’m sorry your girlfriend got laid and your eighth pair of shoes have a funky smell, but i really need to leave. i’ll see you around, and please stop attempting to burn down my house with your eyes at the next practice? thanks.”
this time, she finally stomped her way out of the door, and before tobin could catch up again, and climbed on her electric scooter and zoomed away.
when she arrived in her sorority dorm, she buried herself in her studies. girls came in and out of her room, borrowing her stuff and chatting, but she paid them no mind besides a polite wave and a smile. they understood, of course, as they all did. sometimes manners came after cramming. priorities.
by the time christen finished her studies, the sorority’s event had already been going on for an hour. she really only needed to be there for about twenty minutes, but she had to change clothes anyway. she stood up, making her way over to her closet. she looked around for a moment before settling on a wine red bodycon dress, and she stripped off her top and her bra to change.
she hummed to herself, taking the dress off the hanger and draping it off her bed.
suddenly, her door slammed open with a bang. someone stood in the doorway, one hand on the door and jaw dropped to the floor.
“ah!” christen shrieked, frantically trying to cover up her chest. “what are you doing?” she yelled at the newcomer. as soon as she was fairly certain her chest wasn’t visible, she looked up at the intruder.
tobin stood there, hair slicked back and dress shirt untucked, motionless. her widened eyes snapped back up from christen’s chest. “shit,” she blurted out.
“get out, you perv!” christen shrieked, picking up a shoe from her closet and throwing it at tobin. holy fuck. there was no way that Hot Annoying Woman from earlier was staring at her naked torso right now.
said Hot Annoying Woman covered her eyes with her hands. her fingers were nice and long, nimble looking. maybe she should have played piano instead of the marimba. stop thinking about her fingers, christen chided herself.
“hey! wait! do you have a bathroom? they said there was a bathroom in this room and i really need to pee,” tobin explained, somewhat desperately.
“there are other bathrooms!” christen argued, slipping her dress on as fast as humanly possible even though she was still wearing shorts. her cheeks felt furiously warm, flushing dizzily.
“i’m sorry, but there’s a bunch of drunk people making out in the other ones and i really have to go!”
“okay, well suck it up! why are you in my dorm, you creep?”
tobin snuck a peek through her fingers, and, seeing that christen was clothed, removed them from her eyes and stepped through the doorway, shutting the door behind her. christen moved to stop her, but tobin sent her a challenging look and she drew her hands back.
“nice dress,” tobin complimented her, sparing a glance at her outfit.
“it would look better without the shorts,” christen found herself saying stupidly.
tobin raised an amused eyebrow at her, and christen felt her heart thump in her chest against her will.
“answer my question,” she tried to demand, but it came out much meeker than she intended.
“this is a joint sorority party, and i’m in the women’s soccer sorority. that’s how we met the first time, remember?” tobin reminded christen, crossing her arms over her chest.
“congratulations,” christen grunted. “i thought we already established that i have no recollection of that. now fuck off!”
tobin stepped closer to christen. her gaze was intense, and christen found herself having to fight off a blush under the attention. tobin’s eyes were colored soft brown, but there was a sharp glint in them. her jaw was set, and her eyebrow stayed raised.
“you’re not even using the bathroom,” she pointed out quietly. “please, it’ll only be a minute.”
she reached her hand out to rest softly, imploringly on christen’s shoulder. the warmth on christen’s bare skin sent ripples down her arm, and she shuddered.
flustered, christen backed away from tobin as fast as she could. things had just gotten much more intimate, and if she didn’t move, she wouldn’t be able to stand firm. she was but a lowly horny college student.
“i owe you nothing, marimba,” she managed to choke out, purposefully looking at the floor.
“technically, you owe me bedsheets, shoes, and a better apology,” tobin challenged. “but for the sake of the argument, the least you could do is lend me your toilet and sink for a singular business minute. please?” she added, stepping into christen’s space once more.
this close together, christen could vaguely smell wine on tobin’s breath, but the brown-haired woman didn’t even seem tipsy. her body heat radiated against christen’s, and christen was rapidly losing her will to fight with the way that tobin was looking at her. against her will, her eyes flicked down tobin’s body. oh, god, she was built. her arms were- her thighs were- christen felt her pulse speed up, and something burning flashed through her gut.
“oh my god,” tobin interrupted her thoughts. “are you checking me out right now?” both of tobin’s eyebrows rose, an incredulous look on her face as a self-confident grin spread across it.
“what?” christen yelped. “no!” she denied vehemently, cheeks flaming up as she desperately shook her head.
tobin smirked. “you totally were. i should have known.”
“you what?”
the brown-haired woman shrugged. “you were pretty loud with lindsey. i know you like being bossed around.”
christen needed to die, like, immediately. she needed the earth to open up and swallow her whole like a fucking tic-tac. god, this was hot. absolutely mortifying, but hot. she was supposed to be standing her ground! giving this asshole a piece of her mind! not three seconds away from getting wet because of the way a woman was looking at her.
but fuck, the way tobin’s eyes made her feel like she was being pinned to the wall. that fucking smirk on her face.
tobin took another step into her space, and christen’s breath hitched. god, she was horrible. and so, so turned on. how did she get here?
they were nearly forehead to forehead, and the room was thick with silence broken only by the echo of some music outside of the door. christen searched tobin’s face, unable to look her in the eyes.
“you okay?” tobin murmured, a little cocky, and now christen was definitely wet. she nodded quickly, swallowing and trying to calm her heartbeat.
“is this okay?” tobin whispered, a hand coming up to brush at christen’s lips. her tone was a little different this time, less teasing and more genuine, and christen lost every single fuck she’d given.
something in her snapped, and without a thought she opened her lips and took two of tobin’s fingers into her mouth.
fuck. it was filthy and ridiculous, her mouth hot around the pads of tobin’s fingertips. her brain surged, feeling heady with want, and she went weak in the knees. she closed her eyes and took the fingers further into her mouth. she scraped her teeth over a knuckle, tongue coming up to swirl around the digits.
when she opened her eyes to meet tobin’s, the brown-haired woman’s eyes were dark and hooded. she was breathing irregularly, and christen let out a small whine around her fingers, too turned on to be embarrassed about it. she was done. completely incapable of arguing any further.
“bed?” tobin asked, and christen nodded her head rapidly. somewhere in the back of her mind, where she still had a small bit of rational thinking, she appreciated that tobin found a way to subtly greenlight christen’s consent without ruining the mood.
tobin lifted her up by her thighs easily, and christen buried her face in the other woman’s neck. she smelled clean, like she’d freshly showered, and a citrusy scent filled christen’s lungs.
tobin tossed her gently onto the bed, putting a hand on her chest and lowering her head to her pillow. she looked around for a moment before picking up the t-shirt christen had been wearing earlier from where it had been discarded on the floor.
“you can tell me no,” she murmured, leaning in to whisper in christen’s ear. christen gasped, shaking her head.
“it’s fine,” she breathed.
tobin gathered both of christen’s wrists and tied them together gently with the t-shirt. she picked up christen’s discarded bra and fastened it around the t-shirt, wrapping it around her bedpost and successfully attaching christen’s bound wrists to the bedframe.
the feeling of the fabric tied around her wrists made christen nearly moan out loud, eyes closing.
“good,” tobin whispered. “now stay.”
christen waited expectantly. after a few seconds, she heard the sound of a door closing. her eyes shot open.
the door to the room hadn’t been opened, which could only mean….
the toilet flushed.
christen banged her head against her pillow. fucking hell. tobin had just been fucking around so she could use the bathroom. she hadn’t been this wet in months, and she wasn’t even going to get to orgasm.
she heard the sink turn on and off, and a couple seconds later the door swung open. she glared at tobin as best she could from her position on the bed.
“you are such a dick,” she snapped. “untie me right now.”
tobin simpered sarcastically at her. “but babe.”
“fuck off.”
“i told you i had to pee, christen.” she shrugged.
“yeah, well there’s no need to humiliate me any further,” christen scowled, face scarlet with embarrassment. honestly, the humiliation turned her on. in turn, she felt even more humiliated, which made the cycle go round again.
tobin walked slowly to christen’s bedside, leaning down beside her ear. “i thought you liked being humiliated,” she muttered quietly.
“not like this, you prick,” christen croaked, denying it even though tobin’s voice near her ear made her ever wetter.
“relax, babe,” tobin chuckled, “i wasn’t going to leave you. i always finish what i start.”
christen’s eyes widened, and before she could say anything, tobin had dropped to her knees besides the bed. making eye contact with christen, she took the zipper along the side of christen’s dress into her teeth and tugged it down slowly. the fabric of the dress loosened, peeling off christen’s skin ever so slowly.
christen arched her back to help her remove the garment entirely, shivering as her bare chest made contact with the air and the weight of tobin’s gaze.
“they’re gorgeous, you know,” tobin murmured as she slid the dress all the way off, leaving christen only in her shorts.
the trail of tobin’s fingertips grazing her ribs rendered christen unable to respond past a breathy gasp. tobin slowly raked her fingernails across the sensitive skin of christen’s stomach, up to her breasts but around her nipples to meet in the valley of her chest. the heat between christen’s legs flared up, shooting waves of goosebumps through christen’s torso.
she could barely hold back a whimper.
tobin thumbed around one of christen’s nipples, looking at her breasts. “gorgeous,” she repeated breathily. “been thinking about them ever since i walked in here. do you know how hard it was to concentrate after that?”
“creep,” christen tried to taunt, but what tobin was saying was so hot that it came out like a moan.
“ah,” tobin chided, unfazed, “but it turns you on.” she nodded towards christen’s hardened nipples.
christen couldn’t deny it. “can’t you,” she paused, “ah,” she moaned as tobin brought both of her hands up to touch her sensitive breasts.
“ah,” tobin grinned, teasing her. “there you go. yes i can.”
“fucking touch me,” the curly-haired woman hissed, arching into tobin’s hands.
“but i am,” tobin replied, accentuating her words with a squeeze of christen’s breasts.
“more.” christen groaned. “preferably with your mouth.”
“aw, christen,” tobin simpered, wearing a shit eating grin. “if you wanted me to kiss you, you could have just asked.”
before christen could complain that she wanted tobin on her nipples, tobin leaned over and captured her mouth in a burning kiss. immediately distracted, her senses flooded with tobintobintobin , with tobin’s soft lips and the way she pressed into christen like she’d been waiting for years to get to do this.
tobin’s tongue ran along the seam of her lips, and christen immediately opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. fuck, tobin was an incredible kisser. christen didn’t think she’d ever been kissed so passionately, so full of want, and as tobin’s hands shifted to start playing with her nipples, she nearly came in her pants. her core burned with slick heat.
“tobin,” she moaned into the kiss, and she felt tobin grin.
“using my proper name now, are we?” she smirked, pulling away from the kiss and leaving christen to chase the feeling. her fingers tweaked christen’s left nipple, and christen couldn’t take the heat between her legs anymore.
“jesus fuck, tobin, if you don’t get between my legs soon i’m going to come untouched.”
tobin tsked. “can’t have that, can we? what a waste that would be.” she leaned away from christen, moving to kneel on the bottom of the bed next to christen’s legs. looking up at christen, she hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of christen’s cotton shorts and underwear. the feeling of her fingernails against the sensitive skin of christen’s hip area and the ever-present intensity in tobin’s gaze was too much for christen to bear, and she threw her head back, unable to look anymore.
“this okay?” tobin asked smoothly, and she nodded vigorously, staring at the ceiling.
tobin slid her shorts down an inch, then paused.
“what are you waiting for?” christen said, a whine creeping into her voice against her will.
tobin dragged her fingernails across christen’s pelvic area, and christen’s stomach muscles contracted subconsciously. she moaned loudly, clit throbbing with want.
the brown-haired woman paused. “it’s not very nice, you demanding things like that,” she chided.
christen was too far gone to come up with anything cohesive to reply with. “tobin, god,” she managed to groan. her mind swam hot with want, and she was on the verge of losing her mind if her clit didn’t get some long-deserved attention soon.
“ask politely,” tobin said, the sound of a smirk in her voice.
“no,” christen gasped, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. it was embarrassing, being dommed by someone she’d hated mere minutes ago, and it made her ache with want. her rational mind was crumbling rapidly, and all she wanted to do was be forced into submission at this rate so she could orgasm.
tobin bent down over christen’s stomach. christen felt her warm, wet tongue slide over her skin, up to her right nipple, and her whole body jolted in pleasure. she moaned out loud, uncaring about how much noise she made. tobin’s tongue flicked over the bud, sending waves of pleasure straight down to christen’s heat.
“ask politely,” tobin repeated, pulling off.
christen caught her breath, chest heaving. “i,” she started, unable to finish. her mind was so full of haze, so focused on the pleasure she was receiving, that she couldn’t decide whether to keep denying tobin or to start complying.
unsatisfied with her lack of answer, tobin moved back down to her nipple, reaching her hand up to tweak the other one as she licked around it once more. she lightly bit it, pinching the other one at the same time, then sucked at it to soothe the sting.
something in christen’s mind snapped, and her back arched off the bed as she moaned the loudest she probably ever had before.
“please, tobin. please, ” she gasped, words flooding out of her mouth.
“please what?”
“take off my shorts and fuck me, tobin, please,” she whined, hands straining against their t-shirt restraint as she abandoned all of her reservations. “i need you on me, inside me, anything, please tobin, please.”
“ah,” tobin replied, and christen knew she was still sporting that shit-eating grin, “now i get you.”
she swiftly removed christen’s shorts and undergarments, and christen shuddered at the feeling of the cool air of the room on her wetness.
“wow,” tobin rasped, no doubt looking at her vagina. “fuck, chris, you’re so wet.”
christen groaned at the combination of the name and the statement, feeling herself growing ever slicker at the praise. she felt so exposed, fully naked when tobin wasn’t undressed in the slightest. she loved it, but she also desperately wanted to at least see tobin’s tits.
“tobin, your shirt,” she looked down at the brown-haired woman, who was running her hands along christen’s thighs.
“my shirt what?” tobin asked, sending her a challenging look.
“please,” christen begged, “please take it off.”
tobin grinned. “why should i?”
“i want to see you, tobin, please.”
“because you asked so nicely,” tobin shrugged, crossing her arms and reaching for the hem of her shirt, pulling it off in one deft motion. instead of discarding it like christen had expected, she stood up and walked near christen’s head.
christen turned her head, drinking in every bit of tobin’s skin. she had toned, muscular abs and her arms were absolutely delicious. she was wearing a sports bra, because of course she was, and christen could see her nipples straining against the fabric, nearly groaning in pleasure at the mere sight of them.
“if you look any more, i’m going to start thinking you find me sexy or something,” tobin laughed.
“i do,” christen rasped. “you’re so fucking hot, tobin, god.”
tobin smiled at her, but said nothing. she took the dress shirt that she held her hands and stretched it out, reaching behind christen’s head to tie the garment over her eyes.
“what are you-”
tobin cut her off with a kiss, hand reaching up to cradle her jaw.
“i’m sure you can use that pretty mouth of yours for better things than asking me that, chris.” she murmured, pulling away. christen heard her move back down to the edge of the bed, and a thrill shot down her spine. she’d never been handcuffed and blindfolded before, and the lack of sense heightened her arousal infinitely. she was completely at tobin’s mercy. fuck not being able to see tobin’s tits. she could do that later.
two warm, calloused hands grabbed a hold of her knees and spread her legs apart. she felt the bed sink, indicating that tobin had joined her on top of the mattress.
before she had the chance to prepare, a light finger prodded at her entrance, and her oversensitive nerves, kept on edge for so long, caused her whole body to jerk, jolting as she cried out in surprise. tobin’s other hand stayed on her right thigh, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside
tobin’s fingers ran up and down her folds, tracing the outsides and insides. christen bucked her hips into the touch, and tobin’s free hand moved to press down on her hip in warning. could tobin do anything that didn’t make christen want to come immediately?
christen whimpered as she felt warm air against her clit. was tobin blowing on it? fuck.
a second later, tobin’s hot, wet mouth enveloped her clit as tobin slid a finger into her entrance, and christen moaned loudly as she strained against her restrains desperately. tobin worked the finger in slowly, obviously trying to be gentle, but christen was so wet that her finger slid all the way in.
the heat in christen’s lower belly grew hotter as tobin pressed a kiss to her clit and her nerves heightened. she gasped aloud, hands fisting in the t-shirt fabric.
“you like that?” tobin murmured, and the sound went straight to christen’s clit with a throb.
“god, yes,” christen breathed. “fuck, tobin.”
tobin must have realized that christen was wet enough to take a second finger, so another warm digit slid up her slit and pressed against her entrance. it sunk down to the knuckle with very little resistance as well, but instead of adding another tobin crooked her fingers and moved them slowly in and out of christen.
she stretched her out like that, slowly making come-hither motions until christen’s thighs were shaking as she groaned aloud.
“you’re so sensitive, chris. you make such pretty sounds for me. i bet these sounds are a hundred times better, sweeter than your flute,” tobin rasped.
if christen could speak full sentences, she probably would have said don’t disrespect my flute playing like that, but she could only moan in response to the dirty talk, fucking her hips down on tobin’s fingers.
“would you come for me in front of an audience, let them hear your beautiful voice?” tobin asked quietly, but christen heard it loud and clear. the heat in her gut boiled over at the filthy implication that she would let everyone see how tobin fucks her like this, talks to her like a fucktoy, makes her so wet that she shakes, and tobin must have felt her clench hard around her fingers because she quickly pulled them out and backed away from christen’s heat.
christen whined.
“whoa, baby,” tobin said, a hint of astonishment in her voice. “you like that?”
christen nodded desperately, bucking her hips up to seek the friction she’d been denied. tobin complied, sliding two fingers against her folds to arouse the nerves there before slipping back into christen.
“you’re a good little whore for me, aren’t you?” tobin whispered, halting her speech as she leaned down to suck on christen’s clit as she worked her fingers inside of her. her fingers struck the bundle of nerves inside of christen, and she gasped loudly, back arching off the bed. the degradation was humiliating, and christen loved every second of it. loved the implication that tobin could do whatever she wanted with her, hands bound and eyes blindfolded.
tobin kissed her clit, running her tongue along her folds. she licked over christen’s inner thighs, leaving them sensitive to the cold air of the room as she returned to christen’s apex.
because christen had been so incredibly pent-up and horny for, like, ever, it didn’t take long before the heat inside her gut built up again and she went woozy with pleasure.
“i’m gonna-” she cried, but tobin quickly pulled her mouth away from her.
“ask nicely,” she ordered.
“fuck, tobin,” christen couldn’t even resist. “can i cum? please….wanna come all over your fingers, fuck,” she babbled, chest burning with the bluntness of the confession. she couldn’t care, though, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
“hm….no,” tobin shrugged. “i think you still owe my friend an apology, and i’d hate to think you deserve to come if you’re not being polite.”
“fuck you,” christen spat, eyes widening under the blindfold, but tobin only sped up her ministrations. “are you- ah,” she cut off, moaning.
tobin put her tongue back over her clit, swirling it around and letting her teeth scrape over it gently.
“god, tobin, i’m sorry, tell her i’m sorry, it was shitty of me, please let me come,” the words spilled out of christen’s mouth in a high whine as she fucked herself into tobin’s mouth desperately.
tobin pulled away, laughing at her.
“kidding, baby,” she said, immediately bending down to continue fucking christen senseless. she flicked her tongue rapidly and sucked on christen’s clit as she worked her two fingers in and out of her at an inhumane speed. she hummed around the clit, sending vibrations through christen’s body, and the overdrive of sensations slammed into christen like a truck. she moaned loudly as her orgasm washed over her so hard that if her vision weren’t already covered, she probably would have blacked out.
her hips stuttered through the aftershocks, each one powerfully grinding her heat into tobin’s face and fingers. tobin stopped her fingers, but continued slowly licking and pressing absentminded kisses on christen’s clit until the throbbing grew faint.
“you’re full of shit,” christen breathed, but she really didn’t mind. the orgasm was so good that she no longer cared about their stupid argument earlier. “get up here.”
the bed creaked as tobin chuckled and got up, walking back up to christen’s head. she bent down and kissed christen gently, lingering for a few seconds longer than she probably should have.
her fingers slid the blindfold off, and the first thing christen saw was tobin’s fond eyes looking down at her. she blushed under the attention, preening upwards to signal that she wanted another kiss. tobin complied with a smile, kissing her hard and deep as her fingers worked the bonds off of christen’s hands and the bedposts with minimal effort.
tobin dropped the clothes onto christen’s floor, pulling away from the kiss as christen finally sat up.
christen reached up and brushed a lock of tobin’s hair behind her ear, finally meeting her honey-eyed gaze. “how do you want it?” she asked her.
tobin considered it. “i should probably be getting back to my teammates now,” she admitted.
christen’s face fell.
“ba- christen,” tobin rushed to say. “i’m so turned on right now that the mere sight of you between my legs would have me coming for you,” she reassured her.
“then why won’t you let me?” christen whispered, trying not to feel pathetic.
“hmm,” tobin hummed, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “if i recall correctly, you still owe me a pair of shoes and a new bedspread.”
christen’s stomach dropped. “i-”
“however,” tobin interrupted her, “i think i’ll cancel your debt if, and only if, you agree that we can do this again?”
christen looked at her stupidly. “are you saying that i owe you an orgasm?”
“precisely.”
the curly-haired woman snorted in amusement. “you sure are a character, miss marimba.”
“oh, so i only get to be called tobin in bed? everywhere else it’s ‘miss marimba’?” tobin teased her.
“don’t push your luck, marimba,” christen shrugged. “i owe you an orgasm, not a title.”
“i’ll have you calling me tobin yet, if it means i have to fuck you every time i see you,” tobin leaned down to kiss christen again, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth and pulling lightly. christen hummed blissfully.
“you’d better,” she said, crossing her legs. if she could fuck tobin again, she’d do whatever it took, even leaving before repaying her. she picked up tobin’s shirt from the floor and handed it to her, taking the time to ogle her abs and shoulders while she still could. “i may have cried a bit in it.”
tobin laughed, pulling the shirt on without hesitation. christen found her clothes from the floor and slid on her party outfit once more. she’d finished studying, so there was no point in staying in her room.
“you look so hot,” tobin sighed.
“no you,” christen challenged. “though i’m sure we both look like we’ve had sex. you might want to walk out a couple minutes before me, because i have to do my makeup.”
“the girls are gonna give me so much shit,” tobin admitted with a smile, rubbing the back of her head.
“let them,” christen said, taking the opportunity to press one last kiss to tobin’s lips before guiding her back to the door.
tobin opened it, stepping out, but turned to look at christen before she left.
“see you around?”
“see you from across the band room,” christen smiled. “you better not be glaring at me the next time i see you, or you’ll never get that orgasm.”
tobin laughed. “can do, christen.” she hesitated a moment, leaning on the doorframe as she debated whether or not to say her next words. “and, uh. if you wanna come to any of our games, it’d be pretty cool to have you there.”
christen blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “yeah,” she nodded, “that would be pretty cool.”
they stood there smiling at each other for a few more seconds. suddenly, tobin leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “until next time,” she shrugged, waving and walking back down the hallway.
christen stood in her doorframe staring after her until tobin turned a corner and was no longer visible.
hm.
christen was fucked.
(literally.)