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The lounge of Asticassia was unusually quiet that evening. Most students had retreated to their rooms after the day’s relentless academic and technical drills. Miorine sat perched on a sleek couch, legs crossed with her signature tights gleaming faintly under the room's soft lighting. She idly scrolled through her datapad.
From the corridor, the unmistakable sound of Jinx's boots clunking against the floor echoed through the space. Miorine didn’t bother to look up, knowing it could only be one person with that devil-may-care stride.
"Hey, princess," Jinx drawled, her voice teasing as always. She plopped down onto the couch beside Miorine, sprawling out like she owned the place. her sharp grin enough to make anyone question their footing.
"Do you have to be so loud?" Miorine muttered, eyes still fixed on her screen. But her body language betrayed her—there was a flicker of tension in her shoulders, and she had shifted slightly to put some space between them. Not that it helped.
Jinx's eyes darted downward, catching the curve of Miorine's legs beneath her shorts, encased in those impossibly sleek black tights. The way they clung to her petite frame set off something primal in her.
Her grin widened. "Y'know, for a stuck-up rich girl, you've got some serious taste in wardrobe." Her hand shot out, fingers brushing Miorine's thigh ever so lightly. "These tights? Killer."
Miorine stiffened at the contact, her datapad nearly slipping from her fingers. "What are you doing?" she snapped, glaring at Jinx.
"Relax," Jinx said, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "I'm just admiring. Can't a girl appreciate good fashion?"
"You don't admire things," Miorine shot back. "You ruin them."
Jinx chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver up Miorine's spine. "Maybe. But sometimes, you gotta ruin something to really enjoy it."
Before Miorine could retort, Jinx shifted closer, her knee pressing against Miorine's. Her hand slid up, bold and unrepentant, until it rested just above Miorine's knee. The sensation of Jinx's rough fingers against the smooth nylon of her tights sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
"See? Feels good, doesn’t it?" Jinx murmured, her lips dangerously close to Miorine's ear.
Miorine’s breath hitched, her usual sharp wit failing her as she tried to process the sudden shift in the air. She could feel the warmth of Jinx's body against her own, the wild energy that always seemed to follow her now concentrated entirely on her.
"You… you’re insane," Miorine finally managed to choke out, but her voice lacked its usual conviction.
"Maybe," Jinx admitted, her free hand now bracing against the back of the couch, caging Miorine in. "But you like it."
Jinx’s hips shifted, and Miorine suddenly became acutely aware of something firm pressing against her thigh. Her eyes widened, darting down and then back up to meet Jinx’s, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and something else she wasn’t ready to name.
"What are you—"
Jinx cut her off with a low growl. "Shh, princess. Just let me show you."
She rocked her hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging herself against Miorine’s thigh. The friction sent sparks of heat coursing through both of them. Jinx’s breath hitched, her cock straining against the fabric of her pants, the sensation of Miorine’s tights driving her wild.
"You’re unbelievable," Miorine muttered, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she tried to push Jinx away. But her hands faltered, her body betraying her as a soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Unbelievably into you," Jinx shot back, her voice rough with desire. She pressed harder, her movements growing more confident as she felt Miorine begin to yield beneath her.
The room seemed to grow hotter, the air thick with tension as Jinx continued her teasing grind. Her hands slipped to Miorine’s waist, holding her steady as she rolled her hips again, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her own body.
"You know what?" Jinx murmured, her voice husky. "Let’s turn this up a notch."
Miorine’s resolve cracked entirely as Jinx’s movements became more insistent, her cock now fully hard and throbbing against the thin barrier of her pants. The feel of Miorine’s tights against her sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, each grind more desperate than the last.
"Fuck, Miorine," Jinx groaned, her voice thick with need. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."
Miorine could only whimper in response, her body betraying her as her legs parted slightly, giving Jinx more room to press against her. Her own arousal pooled between her thighs, her tights clinging to her in ways that only heightened her sensitivity.
"Say it," Jinx growled, her hands gripping Miorine’s hips tightly as she continued her relentless pace. "Say you want this."
"I…" Miorine hesitated, her pride warring with the undeniable heat coursing through her body.
"Say it," Jinx demanded, her voice dropping even lower as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Miorine’s ear. "Say you want me."
"I want you," Miorine finally admitted, her voice barely a whisper but enough to make Jinx’s grin return, feral and triumphant.
"Good girl," Jinx purred, her hips bucking harder now, the friction sending both of them spiraling closer to the edge.
Jinx's hands trembled slightly as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants. Her cock, painfully hard, was already straining against the fabric, demanding release. With a sly grin and a flick of her wrist, she shimmied out of her pants, letting them pool around her ankles. The thick shaft sprang free, bobbing slightly, the tip glistening with arousal.
"See something you like?" she teased, her voice dripping with confidence as her eyes roamed over Miorine's flushed face.
Miorine’s eyes widened, darting to Jinx’s cock before snapping back up to her mischievous gaze. Her breath hitched as her composure crumbled under the sheer heat of the moment.
"I—" she stammered, but Jinx silenced her with a finger pressed gently to her lips.
"Don’t worry, princess," Jinx murmured, her voice softer now, but no less seductive. "Your turn."
Miorine hesitated, her pride flaring briefly, but the weight of Jinx's gaze and the electric charge between them left her no room for argument. With a huff, she reached down and began unfastening her shorts, the fabric slipping down her thighs in one smooth motion. She left her tights on, the sheer black fabric clinging to her skin and accentuating every curve.
Jinx let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Damn, you really know how to tease a girl, don’t you?" Her eyes drank in the sight of Miorine’s petite figure, the tights highlighting her shapely legs and the faint outline of her arousal visible beneath.
"Are you just going to stare?" Miorine quipped, attempting to mask her embarrassment with defiance.
"Not a chance," Jinx shot back, closing the distance between them in an instant.
She knelt between Miorine’s legs, her hands sliding up the smooth nylon covering her thighs. her cock twitched eagerly, already aching to feel more.
"These tights," Jinx growled, her voice thick with desire as she pressed herself against Miorine’s clothed core, her cock throbbing against the barrier of the sheer fabric. "They’re driving me crazy."
She began to rock her hips again, slow and deliberate, her cock gliding against the slick surface of Miorine’s tights. The friction was maddening, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Miorine gasped, her hands clutching at Jinx’s shoulders for support. The feel of Jinx’s cock pressing against her, combined with the sensation of the nylon rubbing against her most sensitive spots, was almost too much to bear.
"Jinx…" she breathed, her voice shaky as she tried to steady herself.
"Yeah, princess?" Jinx murmured, her lips brushing against Miorine’s neck as she continued her teasing movements.
"Stop… teasing," Miorine managed to gasp, her body arching instinctively against Jinx’s.
Jinx grinned, her hands sliding to grip Miorine’s hips firmly. "Who said I was teasing?"
With that, she ground herself harder against Miorine, the slick fabric of the tights intensifying the sensation for both of them. Jinx groaned, her cock sliding along the perfect resistance of the nylon, the heat of Miorine’s body seeping through and driving her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Jinx growled, her voice low and rough as she picked up her pace, her hips moving in steady, deliberate thrusts.
Miorine could only moan in response, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her. The combination of the friction, Jinx’s intensity, and her own growing arousal left her utterly overwhelmed, her body trembling under the onslaught of sensation.
"You like this, don’t you?" Jinx whispered, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "The way my cock feels against you… the way these tights make it even better."
Miorine’s only reply was a choked gasp, her nails digging into Jinx’s shoulders as her body responded instinctively, grinding back against Jinx’s movements.
"That’s it," Jinx purred, her voice softening slightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Miorine’s ear. "Let me hear you, princess. Let me know how much you want this."
Miorine’s resolve finally shattered, her voice breaking into a soft, desperate moan. "I want it… I want you."
The confession sent a jolt of heat straight through Jinx, her movements growing more frantic as she chased the pleasure building between them.
"Good," Jinx murmured, her hands gripping Miorine even tighter as she ground herself harder, her cock sliding against the slick fabric with maddening precision.
The tension between them built to a fever pitch, the room filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the faint.
Jinx’s hips moved with a growing urgency, her cock sliding against the smooth, slick surface of Miorine’s tights, She could feel herself getting closer, her control slipping with every desperate grind.
Miorine’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. her body responded to the overwhelming sensations. Her lips parted slightly, a soft, trembling moan escaping her as she arched into Jinx’s movements.
"Fuck, Miorine," Jinx groaned, her voice low and rough. She leaned in, her forehead pressing against Miorine’s as their breaths mingled. "I’m so close... can’t hold it much longer."
Miorine’s eyes locked with Jinx’s, a mix of defiance and surrender swirling in their depths. "Then stop talking," she whispered, her voice barely audible but carrying enough weight to send a jolt through Jinx.
Jinx didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl, she closed the distance between them, her lips crashing against Miorine’s in a fiery, desperate kiss. It was messy, all heat and passion, their mouths moving hungrily against each other as if they were trying to devour every ounce of the tension between them.
The kiss was the final push Jinx needed. Her hips bucked against Miorine’s one last time, her cock throbbing as she reached her climax. A shudder ran through her body, and she groaned into Miorine’s mouth, her release spilling hot and thick across the silky surface of Miorine’s tights. The sensation of the warm fluid soaking into the fabric, combined with the lingering pressure of Jinx’s body, made Miorine gasp into the kiss, her own arousal heightening at the raw intimacy of the moment.
Jinx broke the kiss just enough to rest her forehead against Miorine’s, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. "God... you’re fucking beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and exhaustion.
Miorine let out a soft, breathy laugh, her fingers brushing against Jinx’s cheek. "You’re an absolute mess," she said, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness, replaced instead with a surprising tenderness.
Jinx smirked, her usual cocky demeanor returning as she looked down at the mess they’d made. "Yeah, but you’re into it," she teased, her hands sliding down to rest on Miorine’s hips.
Miorine rolled her eyes, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her. "You’re lucky I am," she said, her voice soft as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Jinx’s in a brief but lingering kiss.
Miorine leaned back slightly, her breathing still uneven as she glanced down at the mess streaked across her tights. The warm, sticky evidence of Jinx’s climax clung to the sleek black fabric, glistening faintly under the soft lighting. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as the reality of the situation settled over her.
"You really made a mess," Miorine muttered, her voice somewhere between annoyance and intrigue. Her fingers brushed tentatively over the damp spot, smearing the creamy fluid further into the nylon.
Jinx smirked, still catching her breath. "Couldn’t help it," she said, her tone a mixture of playful and unapologetic. "You looked too good... couldn’t hold back."
Miorine shot her a glare, but it lacked its usual sharpness. Her gaze lingered on her own legs, the sight of Jinx’s release staining her tights sending a strange heat curling through her chest and settling low in her stomach.
"I can’t believe I’m even considering this," she muttered under her breath, her voice so quiet Jinx almost didn’t catch it.
"Considering what?" Jinx asked, her interest piqued as she leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Miorine didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she brought her fingers to her lips, hesitating for only a moment before slipping her tongue out to taste the faint smear of Jinx’s cum on her skin. The salty, musky flavor hit her senses immediately, and her eyes fluttered shut as a soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat.
"Shit," Jinx breathed, her voice thick with awe as she watched Miorine’s every move. "You’re full of surprises, princess."
Miorine’s eyes snapped open, her cheeks flaming as she realized what she’d just done. "Shut up," she snapped, though the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her embarrassment.
But Jinx was far from shutting up. Her cocky grin widened as she leaned in, her hands sliding up Miorine’s thighs to rest just above her knees. "Oh no, don’t stop now," she teased, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "I gotta see where this goes."
Miorine shot her a warning glare, but the heat in her gaze was unmistakable. She glanced down at the sticky stain on her tights again, her fingers trailing over it before lifting them to her lips once more. This time, her tongue flicked out deliberately, savoring the taste with a confidence that surprised even herself.
"Fuck," Jinx groaned, her grip on Miorine’s thighs tightening as she watched her with unrestrained hunger. "You’re gonna kill me, you know that?"
Miorine smirked faintly, her confidence growing as she met Jinx’s gaze head-on. "Maybe," she said, her voice soft but firm. "But you’ll enjoy every second of it."
Jinx let out a low laugh, leaning in until their faces were mere inches apart. "Damn right I will," she murmured before capturing Miorine’s lips in a heated kiss, her hands sliding up to pull her closer as their bodies melted together once more.
The lingering taste of Jinx on her lips only added to the intensity of the kiss, the raw, unfiltered passion between them threatening to consume them both.