Five-Second Rule

mayalaen:

Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Danneel/Genevieve
Word Count: 3.9k
Alternate Link:  AO3

Warnings/Kinks/Tags: AU, femslash, kissing, flirting, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking,cunnilingus, semi-public sex, clothed sex, manhandling, talk of setting J2 up on a date

Summary:  Gen’s had a really bad day. Danni takes it upon herself to cheer her customer up.

A/N:  I’ve wanted to write an unprompted femslash fic for quite a long time now, and I find these two ladies extremely sexy, so I decided to throw them together in a fic, and this is what happened.

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New Fic: Rough Start

mayalaen:

Title: Rough Start
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing(s): Danneel/Genevieve
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings/Tags: AU, reality show, femslash, sex in public, voyeurism, fingering, frottage, manhandling, begging, coming in pants, kissing
Alternate Link:  AO3

Summary:
Danneel wasn’t thrilled about the whole reality TV thing, but she’d never backed down before, and she wasn’t going to start now.

A/N:
This was written for a challenge, but instead of attempting to write something odd for said challenge, I went with hot femslash since Danneel/Genevieve is my RPS OTP and this scene just popped into my head. Enjoy 🙂

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Reblogging for the night crew.

New Fic: Rough Start

Title: Rough Start
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing(s): Danneel/Genevieve
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings/Tags: AU, reality show, femslash, sex in public, voyeurism, fingering, frottage, manhandling, begging, coming in pants, kissing
Alternate Link:  AO3

Summary:
Danneel wasn’t thrilled about the whole reality TV thing, but she’d never backed down before, and she wasn’t going to start now.

A/N:
This was written for a challenge, but instead of attempting to write something odd for said challenge, I went with hot femslash since Danneel/Genevieve is my RPS OTP and this scene just popped into my head. Enjoy 🙂

Rough Start

Danneel had been leery of the whole thing. Her
agent said it would do wonders for her career, but she wasn’t so sure.
She took the agent’s advice, because it had been a few months since she
finished up her last project and nothing new was coming in other than
the modeling gig two weeks back.

A reality show where one
contestant was left standing at the end to win the fifty thousand
dollars seemed like torture to Danni, but she needed the good publicity.

Everyone
in the house was being over-dramatic and fighting and trying to get
more camera time.  She knew she should be doing that too, but it was
tiresome.  So on her way into the confessional booth, Danni decided to
relax for a few minutes, say a few quick things about how much she
missed her parents and her friends, then she’d pick a fight with one of
the other girls.

“Love you guys!” she said, waving to the camera because she had no doubt in her mind everyone she knew back home was watching.

As
she stepped out of the booth, she felt better.  Almost like she’d
talked to her friends and family, had gotten a boost from it, and she
held her head high as she walked up to the first contestant she saw and
pushed her onto the couch.

“Hey!” Genevieve snarled as she flopped
down onto the couch.  She scowled at Danni for a moment, then the look
on her face turned positively predatory.  "Hey,“ she said, and that time
it was accompanied by an appreciative leer.

Danni took a step back, Gen’s reaction throwing her.  "Uhm, hi,” she said, fingers nervously fidgeting at her sides.

Gen
stood up and practically slithered toward Danni, getting in her space
and smirking at her.  "If you wanted it rough, all you had to do was say
so,“ she purred as she reached up and pushed Danni’s hair back from her
face.

Danni didn’t know what the fuck was going on.  Gen wasn’t
her type.  At least she didn’t think Gen was her type.  No, she
definitely wasn’t.  Danni liked shy girls.  She liked taking care of
someone and being their everything.  Gen wasn’t that type of girl.

"Uhm,
well, I…,” Danni started, but she couldn’t think of what she wanted
to say, and as Gen leaned closer, Danni’s eyelids fluttered closed and
she whimpered as Gen kissed her.

It was perfect in a way never
thought she’d like.  Gen was possessive and pushed her tongue in without
hesitating.  She bit and sucked and licked at Danni like she was a
piece of meat, and Danni liked it.  A lot.

A hand was in her hair,
yanking her closer.  A leg pushed its way between hers, a knee pressing
against her pussy through her jeans.  Another hand went up her shirt
and cupped her right breast, squeezing so hard it almost hurt.

Danni
melted.  She fucking melted.  Her clit twitched and she was already
aching for Gen.  She didn’t know what was on the table, but she didn’t
care.  If Gen wanted to just keep rubbing her knee against Danni’s
pussy, she could deal with that, but if Gen wanted more, if she wanted
to drag Danni upstairs and strip her naked and make her scream with
hands and mouth and whatever the fuck she could think of, Danni was
game.

And then Gen was gone.  Danni chased her, leaning forward
before opening her eyes and pouting.  Gen was smiling.  Smug and
annoying in a way that made Danni want her even more.

“Say please,” Gen said, crossing her arms over her chest.

It
was ridiculous, really.  Gen was petite and pretty and every time Danni
had seen her around the house she’d been quiet.  She hadn’t fought any
of the other girls.  She hadn’t pushed her way into the spotlight.  
She’d just been there.  A constant presence, radiating attitude and
something that Danni couldn’t put her finger on.

“Huh?” Danni asked, frowning with confusion.

“Say.  Please,” Gen said, and it was clearly a challenge.

“Please?” Danni said, but she wasn’t really sure why.  Didn’t know what Gen wanted.

“Please make me come, Gen,” Genevieve said, her right hand moving down to cup her own pussy.

Danni’s
clit twitched again, her pussy clenching in anticipation.  "Please.  
Please make me come, Gen,“ she begged, shivering even as the words came
out of her mouth.

"Please make me scream,” Gen said.

“Please,” Danni said, her mouth not working right.  Her lips felt numb.  "Make me scream.“

"Make me come in my pants while everybody’s watching,” Gen whispered.

Danni gasped, her knees feeling weak.  "Please, Gen,“ she whispered back, "m-make me come while everybody’s watching.”

She
shouldn’t have.  She should’ve stopped.  She should’ve thought of her
career and all the people in the house.  She should’ve thought of the
cameras and the crew and the way the tabloids were going to have a field
day with what she had already decided to do.

She didn’t give a fuck.

Gen
sauntered toward her, and when she was so close Danni could smell her
shampoo, that herbal scent that she wanted to bury her nose in, Gen
pushed her back against the wall.  Danni whimpered as Gen sucked on her
neck, one hand working her jeans open and the other going up her shirt
again, pushing her bra up to get access to her tits.

Danni didn’t
know what to do, so she cupped Gen’s face and pulled her closer, wanting
those lips, that mouth.  Gen kissed her even as she pushed her hand
into Danni’s panties, fingers finding her clit.

“Mmm-oh!” Danni gasped into Gen’s mouth.

Gen
leaned against Danni, straddling her left leg and grinding against her.
 Danni bit Gen’s lip as Gen pushed two fingers inside her, thumb on her
clit, and pulled her forward.

“Yeah, oh yeah,” Danni whimpered as
Gen fingerfucked her pussy, her thumb working in circles that were
almost too rough.  "Please.  Please.  Please,“ she begged, squeezing her
eyes shut and wrapping her arms around Gen’s neck.

"Gonna come already, sweetheart?” Gen asked, smug and voice dripping with confidence.

“Y-yeah,”
Danni said, the back of her head hitting the wall as she arched her
back and tried to get more, wanting Gen deeper inside her, more.  Just a
little more.

“I’ll get you there,” Gen said, flicking Danni’s
nipple.  "I want everybody here to know I made you come, so I want you
to scream my name,“ she said as she went even deeper.  "Scream it.”

“Oh,
oh, oh!” Danni gasped, not even sure her mouth would work right.  It
felt too good.  It was intense and just what she needed.  "Gen!  Gen, oh
fuck, Gen!  Yeah, Gen!  Gen!“

She didn’t care if the whole house
heard her.  She didn’t care if they were filming. She didn’t care if
every tabloid for the country printed pictures and said awful things
about her.  It was worth it.

Gen let out a low moan, and when
Danni opened her eyes, Gen was licking her fingers clean, her right hand
inside her own panties, playing with herself.  She pulled her fingers
out of her mouth, hips thrusting forward a few times, and then she was
whimpering and gasping against Danni’s chest, mouthing at her tits and
fisting Danni’s shirt in her free hand.

Once she was done, she smiled up at Danni.  "That was fuckin’ hot,” she said, then chuckled.

Danni huffed out a laugh.  "Yeah.“

"Wanna go upstairs and do it again?” Gen asked, almost bouncing on her toes and full of energy.

“Hell
yeah!” Danni said, laughing as Gen took her by the hand and the two of
them stumbled up the stairs together, leaving the crew wide-eyed and
quiet downstairs.