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My heart will never break (I'm just here to break a sweat)
Vanitas was going to commit murder. An ugly gruesome murder. The kind that leaves blood stains splattered across the wall and hidden away in corners that no one thinks to check. Future inhabitants will buy a lovely house only to screech in disgust when they find decades old blood in the closet. It would be the sort of murder that leaves detectives stunned, and professional killers seething in jealousy. Authors – fifty years later – would write about it and see their books fly to the top of the best sellers list. It would be glorious.
"Stop squirming."
The words cut through her thoughts like a knife slicing apart butter. Vanitas stiffens. Turns her head slightly and glowers at the woman besides her. Dominique looking like a picture-perfect model as she reclines in her seat, doesn't even deign to look away from the movie screen.
Vanitas opens her mouth to curse her out, fully intending to put her in her place but what emerges from her mouth instead is a breathy moan rather than the vitriol she'd been planning. Claps her hand to her mouth in sheer embarrassment, but the damage has already been done. Dominique's lips are curling up in self-satisfied smugness as an inquisitive noise drifts over from the row in front of them. A man seated nearby glances over and then looks away again, distracted by the explosions on the screen. Vanitas relaxes as best she can with the vibrator pulsing in her vagina. Of course, Dominique, being the well-educated bitch that she is, would have the reflexes to increase the speed just as Vanitas was planning to rage.
As it is, it's taking all her strength to not moan like a whore as the stimulation continues, and she readjusts herself in the seat. It's a comfortable chair, the sort that reclines and comes with a footrest and yet that small comfort is nothing compared to the arousal in her belly. She's been horny for what feels like hours, ever since Dominique had presented her with the small device and winked at the beginning of their outing. A date. That too was a weird concept. Vanitas wasn't quite sure what they were. Girlfriends didn't sound right, but fuckbuddy feels too impersonal. Friends with benefits would imply that they liked each other, and Vanitas refuses to even give that thought. She is not fond of Dominique; she refuses to be. No matter how absurdly beautiful the other woman is. No matter how nice her boobs feel under Vanitas hands, or the fact that Vanitas feels her brain combust each time she hears that bird like laugh.
"Domi," she hisses, forcing the words out around a whine, feeling her eyes burn with tears. "Please." It's all she can manage before she has to clench her jaws shut again and shuffle in place. Mercifully the intensity of the vibrator slows a moment later, unlike the dual stimulator that Dominique prefers to use in bed, the little egg that Vanitas had chosen for today can only do so much. It's still a lot and Vanitas is regretting every decision that led her to accepting this dare. Despite picking the movie herself, she has no recollection about its contents, the vibrator had engaged the moment the opponent credits rolled and ever since then she's been too busy plotting murder.
"Yes, kitten?"
"Don't call me that," Vanitas snaps reflexively even as her cheeks burn a fiery red. "I'm going to make you pay for this, just you wait. When you least expect it, I'll pounce." Shuffles harder, trying to find relief. Her panties are wet, she can feel them beginning to soak through and her cheeks darken as the humiliation grows. There is no way that Dominique cannot smell her need by this point. Stupid de Sade poker face, she grouses to herself, it would be so much easier if Dominique didn't have the ability to maintain it.
"What should I call you instead, darling?" Dominique asks, finally looking away from the screen, her eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. Vanitas swallows audibly as she leans closer, a hand settling on her thigh the other gently tucking her hair back behind her ear. "Look at you. You're delectable."
"I-" Vanitas starts only to fall silent, as a thumb drags across her lower lip. Her tongue flicks out to lick it before she can stop herself, and Dominique's smile turns predatory. Vanitas shivers, finds herself leaning into the touch, allows her mouth to fall open further, wide enough for Dominique's thumb to press against her tongue and then bites down.
There is a startled inhale, eyes widen briefly in surprise and then to Vanitas' confusion soften into something that can only be considered fondness. It was not the reaction she'd been anticipating. "And you wonder why I call you a kitten," Dominique murmurs and withdraws her thumb. "Come here."
"Your masochism is showing," Vanitas hisses back, and looks around swiftly before she crawls over the armrest. Settles into Dominique's lap in a position that has become all too familiar in recent months. Peeks into the bag of popcorn that they'd been sharing and huffs in dismay when it's depths only show kernels. "Fucking glutton, at least leave some for me."
"I'll buy you more," Dominique replies quietly and shoves both her hands up Vanitas' skirt. "Now settle down, I'm trying to watch the movie," she continues as if unaware of the fact that her hands are currently massaging Vanitas' ass, fingers sneaking under the hem of her panties.
"You settle down!" Vanitas snarls, burying her face in Dominique's shoulder. "You heathen, you callous cruel captivating bitch of a bloodsucker, ah fuck! Don't stick your finger up there." Bites at the skin in front of her as Dominique's finger continues to ease into her folds, short little thrusts that have Vanitas twitching. She knows that Dominique would never fuck her, not here. Not in the middle of movie theater where anyone could see them. Her breath stutters as the finger eases deeper, and she looks around wildly. Other than the man a row below them, there's no one nearby. "Domi," she says, biting her lip as a second finger joins the first and she starts to feel the stretch of them.
"I'm not fucking you yet," Dominique answers, voice equally quiet. "You wanted the vibrator out, didn't you?" Vanitas bites her neck in retaliation, feeling as if she's thirty seconds away from combusting as Dominique scissors her fingers back and forth, her legs spreading further to accommodate the intrusion. It's embarrassing how easily she gives into Dominique's whims, and yet the pleasure is such that Vanitas would not have it any other way. She bites down on the sweater cloth as her hips jerk instinctively, riding Dominique's fingers despite her efforts, as tears burn in her eyes. If this keeps up, she'll end up coming in her underwear, she's positive. Which knowing Dominique, would probably only delight her. Vanitas whines helplessly and grinds down against the fingers, determined to get her own pleasure out of the event.
There's a breathless chuckle in her ear. Soft and sweet smelling, Vanitas shudders and hides her blush in a hand. "Fuck off," she mumbles, and doesn't stop moving her hips. The chuckling returns but Dominique says nothing, simply eases in a third finger to join the other three and takes a firm hold of the vibrator. Vanitas feels her orgasm reach its ascension and speeds up, racing towards it. Abruptly, out of the blue, her walls are left grasping at nothing, her insides utterly devoid of both vibrator and fingers. She feels like screaming. In fact, can feel one building up right now as she glares in sheer outrage, chest rising and falling. "You – "
Dominique blinks back innocently. Shoves her hand up under Vanitas' sweater, all the way under her bra and wipes her sticky fingers off on a breast, her other hand pats her ass consolingly. Vanitas is going to murder her. String her up by her ankles and throw knives at her, just as soon as she remembers how to breathe because the hand on her breast is now teasing her piercings and it feels good. Incredible even. "I fucking hate you," Vanitas says, and leans into her touch fighting back the desire to purr. "You'd better fuck me later, bitch."
"I packed the harness," Dominique replies sweetly and flutters her eyelashes. Her fingers sprouting claws as she strengthens her grip on the various parts of Vanitas' soft flesh. Vanitas relishes in that, squirms intentionally just to feel the hand on her breast tighten reflexively, and she smirks. Meets Dominique's gaze and finally – finally – sees the poker face begin to crack. Golden eyes tinted with crimson and filled with need.
"You don't really like this movie, do you?" She whispers, brushing her lips against Dominique's ear and feeling strands of hair displace due to her breath. "Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else?" Rolls her hips as best she can and feels more than hears Dominique's breathing change. "Doing something – ah!" Cuts off with a muffled squeak as the hand on her breast turns into vice, a thumb brushing across her nipple roughly. Vanitas bites her lip and buries her face in Dominique's shoulder, trying desperately not to whine. At this rate her breasts will be bruised tomorrow, she hates the fact that that realization only adds to her arousal.
"I find it hard to believe that you are suggesting what I think you are," Dominique says her voice as sweet as spun sugar, and Vanitas shudders at the warm breath brushing against her ear. "Who knew you were such unsatiable whore, kitten."
Vanitas is going to kill her. But first – she drags in a ragged breath, and draws her head back enough to meet Dominique's face – first, "fuck me please," she manages and feels the heat of embarrassment wash over her skin a moment later, dyeing it red.
Dominique's smile turns carnivorous, her fangs peeking out and Vanitas thinks it's the most beautiful smile she's ever seen. She must make some sort of noise for Dominique huffs and withdraws her hands, wiping them off on her pants. "Come on then. I'll meet you in the car." Vanitas opens her mouth to protest but Dominique continues with an upturned nose. "I'm not Noé, I don't fuck in public bathrooms. They're gross."
"The bathroom is closer," Vanitas tries though she can feel her lips twitching at the haughty comment. Noé had told her about the time he'd fucked his pink gremlin in a McDonald's bathroom and then laughed himself hoarse at Vanitas' judgmental face. Dominique's expression now is enough to send her scrambling from the comfortable lap and skittering out the door, feeling her face flame even redder each time the weight of someone's gaze lands on her.
Dominique's car – a 2018 Macan GTS – is the most comfortable car that Vanitas has ever been fucked in. The last time she'd had the opportunity to fuck in a car, it had been in the back of a pick-up truck. Her back had been bruised for weeks after even if the sex was pleasant. Dominique isn't like that. There are pillows in the back seat of her car, blankets, and water bottles. Vanitas had joked once about her being a hypocrite for calling her a whore and she'd refused to let her orgasms for the rest of the night. She hadn't made that mistake again, even if teasing the elder woman was delightful. She enjoys getting off too much. Which is why she feels no compulsion about whining for attention.
"Hurry up," Vanitas insists plaintively, squirming on the back seat, one leg hooked over the arm rest between the front seats, the other over the back rest. It's not the most comfortable possession, but years of gymnastics and dance had gifted her with a flexible body.
"You'll take my cock when I damn well give it to you," Dominque replies distractedly, her attention focused on lubing up the dildo attached to her harness. "Be a good girl and finger yourself."
Vanitas glares and reluctantly reaches down. Curls her fingers around her panties – black and lacy with the words No Admittance Except on Party Business embroidered on them – and slips them down as far as she can. Wriggles out of her skirt a moment later and flings it aside, before she inhales and presses a finger into her folds.
"Take off your bra."
Vanitas freezes and looks up. Dominique's gaze is fixed avidly on the gap in her thighs, crimson seeping into her irises. "W-what?"
"I want you riding back in nothing other than the sweater I gifted you," Dominique replies, a hint of fangs showing as her tongue flicks out and licks her lips. Her gaze flickers up and meets Vanitas'. "Do you have an issue with that?"
Vanitas has never blushed harder in her life. Finds to her own shock that her fingers are trembling as she unclasps her bra and wriggles out of it awkwardly, dropping it on the ground. Glances up in time to see Dominique's cheeks turn pink, but her own flusterment prevents her from teasing and she wordlessly resumes fingering herself open. Her other hand pressed to her lips as she tries to muffle her moans. Is three fingers deep by the time Dominique deems herself sufficiently lubricated and comes to kneel between Vanitas' legs, her gaze hungry. "D-domi," she gasps pleadingly.
"I know, my dear," Dominique says lightly. "As adorable as this sight is, I would prefer to stuff you full of this dildo instead." Shoves Vanitas' legs further apart and in the next moment has pushed her way inside.
Vanitas keens. Arches clear off the back seat as the dildo makes room for itself and it's big – bigger than she was expecting, broader and longer than the span of her fingers – the ruffles along its edge only adding to the pleasure, and she can't help the sounds tumbling from her mouth. Isn't sure where her brain has gone as she moans, struggling to gather the fraying strings of her thoughts into a semblance of order. Dominique's laughter is the first thing she registers. A loud and heart-stopping sound. It's grounding in its own way. Vanitas blinks, blinks again for good measure, and opens her mouth to curse. Dominique choses that moment to move and Vanitas can do nothing other than moan.
Dominique considers herself to be a good person. Vanitas knows this from late night conversations the two have shared on the rooftop of their school, a bottle of bourbon shared between the two of them. She does not fuck like a good person. She fucks like a beast, like she has something to prove and the only way she can do so is by leaving marks all over Vanitas' body. Not that Vanitas minds, she likes it that way. Likes to look at herself in the mirror after they've finished and see their lovemaking spread across her skin. Her cries resound off the walls of the car, her fingers dig helplessly at the leather seats and still Dominique is voracious. Unstoppable. Her lips parted around her own ragged breathing, thin strands of hair sticking to her sweaty skin. She's still mostly dressed. Vanitas hates her. Vanitas loves her.
Vanitas chokes out a plea and Dominique's eyes snap to her own. The crimson in them is mesmerizing. Without thinking, Vanitas shoves up her sweater, revealing her own bosom with its piercings that Dominique takes such great pleasure in teasing. She needs not ask, or beg, all she needs is to offer. Dominique surges forwards in a flash, bends Vanitas near in half as she fucks into her and then – there – the feeling that she loves best. Fangs pierce her skin, her breast as Dominique feasts. Vanitas tangles her fingers in her long hair, feeling another keen tear its way out of her throat as her orgasm crests and breaks, spurred on by Dominique's greedy guzzling.
She gasps and whines, and tugs on Dominique's hair to get her attention. Eyes return once more to hers and blood splatters across her cheek as Dominique huffs. "That was only one, kitten. I'm not finished with you." Rolls her hips a moment later, pulling out and slamming back in without breaking eye contact. Vanitas whines loudly and wraps her arms around Dominique's shoulders, buries her face against her neck, hanging on for sheer life. Her ass will be sore later she knows, but for now, listening to the sheer need in Dominique's voice is enough to satisfy her.
