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moth: my place at 6
Dean stared at the message, chewing on the soft inside of her cheek. She was sitting in the middle of a lecture hall, listening to her professor drone on about formulas and solutions and binomial distributions. Well, at least that's what she should be doing if the one text from Moth hadn't completely devoured all her attention.
It was the first message she'd gotten from her in days. Above lay a dozen messages from Dean, each more desperate and embarrassing than the last. Some asking Moth where she was and if she'd eaten already, others asking if she was mad at her or if Dean had done something wrong and even more telling her how much she missed her and begging to meet up.
All left on read.
All ignored.
Until now.
And instead of apologizing for ghosting her for almost a week, Moth simply asked— or rather demanded— to meet up. And Dean knew she hadn't invited Dean to beg for forgiveness or at least to come up with a poor excuse why she hadn't answered a single one of her texts. No, there was only ever one reason Moth voluntarily asked her to come over.
Normally, Dean would run to her as soon as she'd get the message, ignoring anyone and anything that tried to get in her way. But not when she's spent the whole week wondering if Moth was even still alive. No, this time she would be the one ignoring Moth. She wouldn't give in to her, no matter what tricks Moth tried to play. She'd use Moth's own weapons against her and let her simmer in her own ignorance. With a decisive nod Dean turned off her phone, putting it back on the cramped table before her.
Not even a minute later, it vibrated back to life, alerting her of a new message. Moth's name stared back at her on the screen, mocking her determination. She told herself she wouldn't look. Whatever Moth had to say could wait until she decided otherwise.
Dean looked back up, trying to pay attention to the slides in front of her and spectacularly failing. Her eyes kept drifting to her phone without permission, her fingers tapping against the screen in an unsteady rhythm.
She wouldn't unlock her phone. She wouldn't unlock her phone. She wouldn't—
She unlocked her phone.
What greeted her was a picture of Moth. More accurately, a selfie showing half of her face and stopping just below her waist. The picture looked innocent enough. Her lips were turned down in an exaggerated pout that almost made Dean forget why she'd ever been mad at her in the first place.
And then, she noticed something even worse. Something so deadly that a loud gasp left her mouth, echoing uncomfortably through the lecture hall. A few students turned around to glare at her and Dean bowed her head in apology, clutching the phone to her chest like a lifeline.
It couldn't be…Moth wouldn't….
It had to be the lightning. Or maybe Moth's absence was making her imagine things. Biting her lips, she slumped down in her chair, quickly glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to her before she slowly tilted her phone up again.
What she saw almost made her heart stop and her thighs clench together beneath the table. Moth's white blouse was unbuttoned far enough to show off her sternum and the beginning of her chest. Nothing Dean hadn't seen before. The two bars shining through the thin material just where her nipples would be, however, were entirely new.
Fuck. So much for ignoring Moth.
The seam of her jeans dug into her cunt when Dean shifted in her chair, sending a hot shiver through her. She checked the time, only to groan internally when she saw that the lecture wasn't even halfway done. The door next to the whiteboard taunted her—so close, yet so unreachable. Maybe she could fake being sick. The skin on her face already felt like it was melting off from how red her cheeks must have gotten. But Moth had said six and that was still almost two hours away. If Dean arrived earlier it would only make her look even more pathetic than she already felt.
So, she waited. Even if her mind was drifting miles away and each new thought only made her drip more into her boxers. She felt hyper-aware of every move, every sound, every smell as she kept fidgeting in her seat. Her phone lay before her like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode and rip her apart.
"Class is dismissed," where all the words Dean needed to hear for her to jump up from her seat and sprint out of the room, uncaring how many people she bumped into on her way out. She needed to get to Moth's apartment. Now.
The drive to Moth's place took longer than she would've liked. Too many red lights and too many cars blocking the streets. She had to resist the urge to just step on the gas and pray she wouldn't die in a car crash.
By the time she finally arrived in front of Moth's door, her lungs were burning and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She was still a few minutes early but she couldn't care less as she hammered against the door. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long before Moth opened the door with a grin on her face that said she knew exactly what the single picture had done to Dean.
"Can I see them?" Dean stepped into her apartment, her gaze fixed on Moth's chest. She felt almost feral when she saw the nipple piercings press against the cotton of Moth's blouse. Was it her imagination or had Moth opened her shirt even wider than in the picture she'd sent her?
"Hello to you, too," Moth laughed, gripping Dean's chin to tilt up her head. God, she looked so beautiful with her hair falling around her face and her glasses sitting low on her nose and her lips shining with the tinted lip balm she loved to use. "I take it you like my new accessories."
Dean nodded as best as she could with Moth's hand around her jaw. "Please let me see them."
"Hm, I don't know," Moth said, leaning into her space. Dean's knees went weak and she only hoped that Moth wouldn't let go of her or she'd land flat on her ass. "I only got them a few days ago so they're still pretty sore. You think you can be good and don't touch them?"
Dean's fingers were itching to touch, to play with the piercings and see what kind of noises she could pull from Moth. But even more than that, she didn't want to hurt Moth. "I can be good. I promise."
"We'll see about that." Moth kissed her cheek before taking Dean's hand to pull her deeper into her apartment. Dean went along all too willingly as Moth guided her straight through the living room and into her bedroom. She could feel her palm begin to sweat and prayed Moth wouldn't notice.
In the bedroom, Moth pushed her down, making her sit on the edge of the bed. Like this, Moth's tits were directly in front of her face and Dean could feel herself start to drool at the sight. Her hands reached up subconsciously, hovering just a few inches away from them when Moth clutched her wrists, giving Dean a disapproving look. "What did I say?"
Fuck.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just—"
"Just keep them under your thighs." Moth ordered, dropping Dean's arms. "If you don't, I'll stop. Understood?"
Dean complied immediately, raising her thighs to place her hand beneath them. Looking up at Moth, she answered: "Yes, Phi."
Moth's eyes softened and Dean smiled internally. If there was one thing Dean knew, it was that Moth loved when Dean called her by the honorific. It was the one secret weapon Dean had against her. The only one that would always get her exactly what she wanted while still making Moth believe she was in charge.
"My good girl."
Dean felt the flush rise on her face as a pleased shiver ran through her. She always felt like an angel had fallen from heaven and whispered the sweetest nothings into her ear whenever Moth called her that.
Moth settled down on one of her thighs, wiggling around until she was comfortable. Then, she started unbuttoning her blouse. Torturously slow. One button after the next. Dean had to dig her nails into the bed sheets to keep herself from flipping them around and tearing the stupid slice of fabric right off. By the time Moth reached the last button, an impatient whine slipped past Dean's lips.
"You wanna see that bad?" Moth asked, rubbing her thumb along the bottom of her blouse.
Fucking tease.
"Please," Dean begged, batting her lashes in an attempt to make Moth give in. Maybe she should add some tears to it, make herself look even more pathetic. After all, tears always led to the kind of nights Dean felt deep in her bones even days after.
She didn't know if it was her begging or the doe eyes or the pout that was forming on her lips, but Moth finally showed mercy. She didn't bother undoing the last button, instead, she pulled her shirt over her head dropping it somewhere behind her.
"Fuck," Dean cursed when the piercings were finally revealed. The piercing balls looked so pretty surrounding Moth's dusted nipples that she thought she might die. Dean felt her mouth start to water at the sight of them and bit her lip to prevent herself from drooling or doing something equally as stupid like pulling the silver bars between her teeth like a dog who'd just found its favorite bone.
"You like them?" Moth asked teasingly, using her arms to press her chest together.
Liking them was an understatement. Dean had always been a little too obsessed with Moth's tits, loving the fullness of them and how one side was just a little smaller than the other. But now, with the nipple piercings they looked even more beautiful. "I love them."
"Yeah?" Moth swiped her thumb across Dean's lip and her mouth fell open invitingly before she could stop it. When Moth's finger pushed into her mouth, Dean's lips latched around it, her imagination carrying her into dangerous territories. How she wished Moth would replace her thumb with something else. The pad of Moth's thumb pressed down on her tongue, while her hips started to roll against Dean's thigh. Dean's fingers were itching to grab her waist and help Moth use her thigh however she liked, but she kept them where they were. She knew Moth hadn't lied when she said she'd stop if Dean moved her hands. "Do you wanna see what they look like when you fuck me?"
The images flooding her mind at Moth's words had Dean nod so hard that Moth's thumb went deeper into her mouth, almost choking her. She didn't care. If this was how she went out, so be it.
"Alright." Moth laughed, pulling her thumb from Dean's mouth with a wet pop before she got up from Dean's lap to walk across the room to one of her nightstands. She opened the first drawer, pulling out a pouch that looked all too familiar. "Since you've been so good, I'm even letting you choose which strap you want to use."
This must be heaven, Dean decided. She must have died in a car crash on her way to Moth and this was her own personal heaven. There was no other explanation for it. Moth rarely let Dean fuck her like that. Not because she didn't enjoy it or anything. It was just…Dean always got a little too carried away when she was allowed to use a strap on Moth, fucking her through orgasm after orgasm until Moth's legs were shaking and her voice gave out.
When Moth opened the pouch and handed it to her, Dean's eyes immediately fell on the yellow toy peeking out slightly from the bottom. She carefully pulled it out, feeling its texture in her hand. It was one of the less realistic ones with small bumps wrapped around it. Dean had never used it on Moth before but she remembered the one time Moth had fucked her with it. Dean had been on her knees with Moth grasping her wrists to pull her back against her chest. She remembered the way it had felt inside her and how she'd cum so hard when the bumps had brushed against her just right that she'd almost blacked out.
"That one?" Moth asked, her eyes darkening like she, too, recalled that night.
"Yes, please."
Putting the strap on was more difficult than normally with Moth lying naked on her bed, trying her best to distract Dean by fucking two fingers deep inside of herself. She was looking at Dean with hooded eyes, a breathy moan leaving her throat when she scissored her fingers, spreading herself wide open. Dean fumbled with the strap, cursing when she accidentally pulled it too tight.
"If you take any longer I'll finish before you even get started."
Dean hurriedly adjusted the strap around her hips, ignoring the clasp that dug into her bone somewhere on her left. She dropped down on the bed, kneeling between Moth's spread thighs with her hands resting on her bare thighs. Like this, she waited. Her eyes kept flickering from Moth's wet cunt to her pierced nipples to the flush on Moth's cheeks, undecided where they wanted to linger.
"You wanna fuck me?" Moth asked as she fucked her fingers into herself, arching her back to get them deeper. The move made her chest push out and Dean gulped, her thighs rubbing together beneath her. She could feel her own slick on them, her cunt dripping with need.
"Please, Phi."
"Yeah?" Moth pulled her fingers out only to use them to circle her clit. Dean had to use all her willpower not to drop down and make herself at home between Moth's thighs.
"Don't tease," she whined, feeling like her whole body was on fire.
Moth rubbed her clit just a little longer before she finally used her hand to gesture for Dean to come closer. She didn't have to be told twice as she crawled closer to Moth until the tip of the toy was resting just above Moth's pelvis.
"You think you can be good and fuck Phi the way she likes it?"
Anything for you.
Dean only nodded, scared she might say something she couldn't take back. She reached for Moth's hair, brushing a strand behind her ear. Moth stilled under her, watching Dean over the rim of her glasses. Dean couldn't help herself as she leaned down to capture Moth's lips in a kiss. She was careful to hover over her, not wanting to press down on her chest and hurt her. Moth's mouth moved softly against her own, her hand brushing through the short strands of Dean's hair. Dean closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in the feeling for just a fraction of a moment before she pulled back completely.
Moth's eyes stayed closed a little longer, her brown hair fanning around her head in a way that almost made Dean believe she really was an angel. Only that she hadn't fallen from heaven, but brought heaven down to earth in the shape of her very being.
Her breath shook as she sat back on her knees, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She traced her fingers along Moth's leg before carefully pushing it to the side. Moth's eyes fluttered open when Dean kissed the side of her knee. There was a dazed look in them. One Dean didn't get to see often unless Moth let down her usual guard.
"Can I?" Dean asked as she dragged the toy between Moth's folds.
"Yes," Moth answered, her voice trembling around the edges.
Dean slowly pushed into her, watching Moth's face for any sign of discomfort. Moth only sighed contently, letting her head sink into the pillow while her legs wrapped around Dean's waist to pull her closer.
"Feels good?" Dean paused when she was fully pressed into her, taking a moment to collect herself.
"So good, baby," Moth groaned, tightening her legs around her.
Dean waited a few more seconds before she began to move. She started slowly, pulling out almost completely before pushing herself back into Moth. She watched as Moth's pussy parted around her, welcoming her into her tight heat. The sight alone almost made Dean cum and her own cunt clenched desperately between her legs.
When Moth started to raise her hips to meet her thrusts, Dean picked up her pace, fucking into her with renewed vigor. Moth's breasts moved with every thrust, the silver piercings catching the light. Dean couldn't wait until they were finally healed and she could get her mouth around them. She wondered if they’d make Moth’s nipples even more sensitive.
For now, she tried to distract herself by unwrapping Moth's legs from her waist and placing them over her shoulders instead. She sucked the soft skin of Moth's thigh between her teeth, pressing her weight against Moth's legs to push them back.
"Fuck," Moth moaned, throwing her head back when the shift made Dean fuck even deeper into her. "Keep doing that. Right there."
Dean kept her pace steady as she brought her fingers to Moth's clit to rub small circles over it. Moth's legs trembled around her face, her pussy clenching around the toy. Dean knew she was close from the way her hands gripped the pillow and after a few more harsh thrusts Moth came, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream.
Dean didn't let up, fucking her through it until Moth grasped her arms, signaling her to slow down. Dean stopped, but didn't pull out. She was far from done, and knowing Moth, she wasn't either. Still, she let Moth catch her breath, dropping her legs from her shoulders before she started rolling her hips into her again. Moth's breath hitched, her nails digging into Dean's arm.
"Okay?" Dean asked and Moth nodded.
This time, Dean took her time, fucking her slow and deep. She didn't pull out far, instead, she used her hips to grind into her, savoring every moan that slipped past Moth's lips. Moth's hands went to her shoulders, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched.
"Doing so good," Moth whispered with every push of Dean's hips. "My good girl."
Moth's second orgasm hit her softer, making her whole body curl in on itself while Dean pressed soothing kisses against her face. Some on her forehead, others across the bridge of her nose and the soft slope of her cheekbones.
For a moment they stayed like that, then Dean carefully pulled out when she felt like her arms could no longer keep her up. She let herself fall beside Moth, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Her thighs rubbed together and she shivered when she felt her own wetness between them.
Of course, Moth noticed, turning her head to look at Dean.
"Need help with that?" she asked, cocking her head.
"It's fine," Dean answered. Moth looked exhausted and Dean had already taken up enough of her time. She'd just have to deal with it herself when she got back home.
"So you don't wanna sit on my face?"
Dean was back on her knees before her brain could catch up with her body, making Moth let out an amused chuckle. She helped Dean out of the strap, placing a gentle kiss where the clasp of the strap had dug into Dean's hip and left behind a small red mark.
Then, she lay back down, guiding Dean to settle over her face. She didn't give Dean much time to find a comfortable position before her hands wrapped around Dean's thighs and she pulled her down to meet her tongue. Moth licked into her like she'd been waiting for this moment the whole night. Dean loved when she ate her out. Normally, Moth was good at holding back, but not when it came to this. When it came to eating her out, she was like a wild animal, not stopping until Dean was crying from overstimulation.
Dean felt every nerve ending light up when Moth closed her lips around her clit to suck on it. She braced herself against the wall, her hips stuttering against Moth's face. Moth hummed around her, making Dean let out a low whine. She felt so close already from having fucked Moth that she didn't need much more before she felt her orgasm crash over her. Her legs shook around Moth's head and she didn't know if she wanted to pull away or push closer.
Moth decided for her as she brought her closer, tightening her grip on Dean's legs. She kept licking and sucking until Dean could feel tears gather in her eyes that were threatening to spill over. Only then did Moth loosen her grip, allowing Dean to get up on shaking legs.
She felt boneless as she sank into the mattress next to Moth, her head floating somewhere far away while Moth wiped the tears from her face and whispered sweet praises into her ear that made Dean's heart swell with pride.
"Is that why you didn't answer my texts?" Dean asked later as she watched Moth blow on a spoonful of curry across the kitchen table. "Because of the piercings."
"I knew you couldn't behave yourself around them and they needed at least a few days of peace."
"And you couldn't have told me that instead of ghosting me for a whole week?" Dean grumbled, stealing a piece of chicken from Moth's plate.
"You would've run right over if you knew," Moth answered, swatting Dean's hand away.
"I'm not an animal. I can control myself."
Moth raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "You keep staring at them like it costs you every ounce of willpower not to touch them."
"Whatever." Dean pouted, taking another spoonful of her curry.
If Moth noticed her gaze flickering to her chest again, at least she didn't say anything.