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Leaning back against the headboard of her bed, Neon lightly nibbled on a Pocky in hopes of ignoring Fade’s suspicious stare from the corner of her eye. Normally, the Filipina would’ve been concerned to see the odd eyeing that Fade had been giving her for the past hour of their conversation, but based on the fact that she was already on her third box of Pocky despite hardly being a quick snacker, she already knew what the look meant; in fact, she could even hear Fade’s repetitive question buzzing in her mind before it came.

“Can I have another Pocky?”

Throwing her head back with a groan, Neon’s annoyance quickly morphed into a surprised yelp when her head collided with the headboard, and almost immediately, her hand came up to gently rub the spot of contact as her girlfriend giggled from off to the side. As the pain briskly receded, Neon stuck her Pocky into her mouth before reluctantly digging out another pink stick for the Turkish female. 

“You know , you’re gonna eat all of them at this point!”

Easily plucking the Pocky from Neon’s fingers, Fade bit off the end of the stick and shrugged innocently, as if to brush off the trivial concern. “Then we go out and get more; I don’t see an issue.”

Neon groaned, watching Fade busily chomp through the rest of the Pocky while Neon simultaneously finished up her own Pocky. Her body was beginning to cramp from the cross-legged position she’d so idly stayed in during their lazy talking, and as she splayed her sore legs out on the bed, she made a face at the idea of having to go all the way outside because of her stolen Pocky, just to get more Pocky that her girlfriend would be stealing anyways . “But I don’t want to get up; we’re already all comfortable and warm, and I’m not getting up!”

“Eh. Suit yourself.” Fade leaned over to Neon, but before the younger female could jerk away, Fade had already plucked the bag of Pocky from Neon with quick hands, sticking the end of another Pocky in between her smirking lips. When Neon retaliated with an attempt to snatch her stolen goods back, Fade kept the Pocky out of reach, using her arm to stop Neon from reaching any further.

“Fade! You’re actually the worst –!” Despite her best efforts, Neon was forced to retreat with a high-pitched, giggling squeak as Fade meanly took advantage of her ticklish weakness. After recovering from her fit of unwanted laughter, she shot a narrowed gaze at Fade, who was busily munching on another stolen Pocky. “You’re a Pocky thief .”

Fade snorted at the insult.

“Aww, Neon; if you wan’ it soooo bad –” To Neon’s unsuspecting surprise, Fade leaned forward with her Pocky still jutting out from her lips as a bold challenge. “Then jus’ take it .”

Neon fell silent, biting the inside of her cheek in a fierce attempt to keep a neutral poker face as she weighed her options. Prompted by Fade teasing hum, the Filipina looked down at the Pocky sticking out from between the other’s black lips with narrowed eyes. Neon drew closer, tilting her head slightly with her hand briefly cradling Fade’s jaw– and then, she promptly pinched the Pocky with her thumb and forefinger, broke off half of the Pocky, and popped it into her mouth. Fade’s disappointed expression was unusually obvious, akin to a puppy pout in Neon’s eyes, and with an amused smirk, Neon cocked her head to the side at Fade. 

“What’s with that face?”

“You’re no fun. Can’t even play into my game a little.”

“What?” Laughing, Neon took Fade’s distracted disappointment as an opportunity to snatch away the Pocky, which she victoriously shook in front of Fade’s face. “Not my fault that you’re the one trying to steal my Pocky.”

“But– c’mon, it’s Pocky!”

“If you want it so bad, then you can come and take it back!”

The taunt was made to mock Fade, hardly said to be taken seriously, but Fade only raised an eyebrow in amusement before lunging for the Pocky. Despite her lack of preparation, Neon’s quick instincts saved her from another theft as she immediately pulled the Pocky out of Fade’s reach– but her playful victory was easily swept away as her girlfriend unexpectedly pushed herself up and repositioned herself to straddle over Neon’s thighs. Hands firmly gripped her wrists and fought to push her against the headboard, which normally would’ve been rather difficult with Fade’s leaner build, but with the additional advantage of her higher position, the Turkish female managed to pin Neon’s wrists against the headboard. In an obligatory surrender, Neon fell limp and nearly dropped the Pocky as well, sighing as Fade’s lips stretched into an irritably smug smirk.

“Gotcha~”

Neon rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Haha, good job – do you want me to give you a gold star as a prize or something too?”

Tilting her head at the taunt, Fade loftily responded with a short, sweet, “No, thanks.” Letting go of one of Neon’s wrists to pull a Pocky out from the packaging, the older female slid the Pocky in between Neon’s half-parted lips– if Neon had to guess, to get a reaction out of her. Flushing slightly, Neon mumbled a slurred complaint about how Fade didn’t need to humiliate Neon’s “wounded pride” anymore, but was rudely interrupted as Fade quickly bit through the protruding end of the Pocky in two quick bites, finishing with her lips fiercely pressed against Neon’s.

“M-Mmnn,” Neon grumbled in mock-annoyance, jolting as fingers slid under her hoodie and ran over her tank top. The action felt too far from innocent, but Neon, always careful not to push uncertainty, waited until the older’s hands traveled higher before teasingly ghosting over her nipples. Humming against Fade’s lips, Neon easily freed her other wrist from Fade’s grip, looping her arms around Fade’s neck and tangling her fingers in her hair. Daring to push the kiss further, Neon shyly began to suck against Fade’s lower lip, releasing a pleased hum as Fade responded by an immediate part of her lips. The older’s thumbs gently rolled against Neon’s hardening nipples, playfully toying with Neon’s sensitivity with little flicks and light pinches. Gasping sharply at a particularly mean pinch, Neon heatedly attempted to pull her lover closer, but much to her annoyance, she was left to whine as Fade pulled away without warning. The female’s eyes were half-lidded with heated amusement, which prompted the start of an irritated frown from Neon; her frown curved more noticeably as Fade’s hands slid back down her body, slipping out from under her hoodie. 

Neon narrowed her eyes as Fade cooed at her.

“Getting excited, Neon?”

“Hoy-* You’re the one who started doing that whole- that- Pocky and kissing business! I could say the same to you, horny bastard.” 

“Well… that’s funny, coming from you.”

The last part had been muttered under Neon’s breath with the intent of being an unheard mock, but when Fade’s eyebrows raised, she groaned in embarrassment.

“As… As if you aren’t horny yourself, mahal* . Don’t act as if you’re not !”

The thoughtful hum that followed after Neon’s snappy retort was awfully suggestive, though it was hardly anything to get flustered over in comparison to Fade’s following bluntness.

“And what if I am? What would you do about it?”

Neon blanked. Mouth opening without any sort of reply in mind, her ears turned warm, heat building in her face as she stared at Fade. After a quick flick of her eyes to momentarily escape Fade’s overbearingly teasing gaze, she scoffed– though, not without a beginning wobble in her voice. “W-Well– nothing, if you’re gonna keep stealing my Pocky like this.”

“Oh?” Neon made the mistake of stealing a glance back to Fade, swallowing thickly as the Turkish female tilted her head with sudden attentiveness. “So… if you keep your Pocky, then…?” 

“... O-Oh. I mean, maybe. ” Unable to keep her mind from wandering, Neon made a face in hopes of covering up her embarrassment, and her fidgeting, and her contemplating . 

She knew exactly what that Fade was suggesting, and though she wouldn’t dare say it with her own voice, she had to admit that maybe she was just a little enthusiastic at the prospect of what was being insinuated– but only because it had been a while. Nothing more, just that. Anything more, and she might melt from embarrassment.

That’s why she’s just a little enthusiastic. Not a lot– only, just a little .

Or at least, she tried to convince herself that it was only “ a little .” But even if she was probably more for it than she’d admit, her defiance instantly came to defend the suffocating embarrassment that arose from the… numerous less-than-holy thoughts flashing through her mind. 

Though, she couldn’t resist a little jeer, a joking challenge , to playfully prod Fade.

“H-How would I even “ keep ” my Pocky though, huh? Hell, I might have a better chance trying to keep it in my mouth while you’re fucking me than when you’re bothering me.”

The joke immediately raised an eyebrow, Fade’s amusement only inflating at the laughable idea.

“You think so?”

Neon snorted. “I know .”

“Even without it breaking?”

“ Probably .”

“Mmmmhm.” 

Pursing her lips as Fade thoughtfully stared down at her, Neon mockingly mirrored her raised eyebrow, impatiently waiting for Fade to react– it didn’t matter whether it’d be with a laugh, or an unamused face, or confused twist of her expression, because Neon didn’t care; she just wanted to break the tension, to figure out what Fade was going for.

And after another few seconds of silence, Fade snapped the tension, as abruptly as Neon had snapped the Pocky from Fade’s lips.

“Alright. Show me then.”

“... Huh? Sorry?” Neon awkwardly let out a half-hearted laugh, forcing on a guise of confusion as she slowly processed Fade’s willingness to carry out the stupidly brash joke she had made– a suggestion that was not at all meant to be taken seriously. 

“You said you can keep Pocky in your mouth better while I’m fucking you. So, show me.”

“Haha… ha…” Neon’s throat went dry when Fade’s eyes didn’t glisten with her usual, joking mockery. “... O-Oh. You’re serious.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.” 

Cool fingers teased along the hem of her leggings, brushing against Neon’s warm skin in an attempt to get a reaction out of the younger female, and with a shuddering exhale, the Filipina chewed at her lip for a moment before conceding, hesitantly , prepared for the off-chance that Fade might pull the carpet from under Neon’s feet just to make a fool of the younger woman. 

“I… I could. I can.”

Neon’s every breath grew shakier, her chest jumping up in response to the warm pressure of Fade’s hands slowly, but firmly squeezing her sides. After a self-indulgent moment of silence, Neon tentatively nodded to Fade’s questioning “Is that so?”, briefly whining as Fade’s hands again abandoned her aimless touching. Narrowing her eyes with a pout at the on-and-off attention she was receiving, Neon stubbornly glared at Fade, refusing to let her embarrassment get in the way of her deprived want. Fade, on the other hand, seemed to be studying Neon, her pupils’ focus growing distant for a good few seconds before something in her expression seemed to shift slightly, turning softer in contrast to the sudden spark of repressed excitement that betrayed her stoic attempt for dominance. 

“I… had a thought.”

“A… thought?”

“Mm… yeah. An idea.”

The foreplay’s mind-stupefying effect were beginning to wear off, allowing Neon to curiously clock how Fade seemed oddly… Shy? Embarrassed? Maybe, even nervous ? It was difficult to put a name to the indiscernible emotion, especially when it was hardly noticeable if Neon didn’t look hard enough– but whatever it was, it was familiar. It meant Fade was going to ask something so stupidly embarrassing, something that was most definitely going to give Neon something to tease Fade for. And Neon would never pass up the chance for banter.

“... Well?”

Fade blinked a few times, before slowly pushing her words out in a quiet voice. “Would… you be okay with bondage?”

“... Oh .” The single question rendered Neon momentarily silent, unable to breathe while she processed what she had just heard. Her ears burned with embarrassment while she forced herself to take a slow breath, and busily drawing little circles on the back of Fade’s hands, she quickly mumbled in an attempt to brush off her reaction. “I- I mean, yeah- of course. Yeah. You didn’t have to ask…”

“Of course I have to ask. How am I supposed to know if you don’t–?”

“I’m kidding, shush.” Neon flusteredly cut off the older female with a quick wave of her hand, beyond eager to get past the awkward period of consenting that always preceded the action. “I’m all for it, okay?! C’mon, don’t keep drawing this out longer than it has to–!” 

Now Fade interrupted, gently holding Neon’s jaw and pulling forward to share a brief, chaste kiss. When their lips fell apart, the pout on Neon’s lips brought about an irresistible giggle from the older female. “I know, I know. I’ll get to it soon, but before I do… do you remember our safeword from last time?”

Neon’s pout intensified with embarrassment. “Yeah… Peaches.”

“Good. Now, be a good girl, and take off your hoodie, would you?”

Willing away the beginning twitch of an instinctive smile on her lips, Neon instead caved to the visceral urge of rolling her eyes as Fade released her jaw, and she wrestled off her hoodie, throwing it off to the side before defiantly narrowing her eyes at the annoying smirk on her girlfriend’s face.

“Yeah, okay . “Good girl” my ass .” 

In hopes of rebuilding their lost momentum, Neon threw her arms around Fade, and with one hand gripping the back of Fade’s head, she quickly caught the older female’s lips with her own, impatient and desperate. Fade’s balance fell forward from the sudden force of Neon’s kiss, though she was able to catch herself by pressing her arm against the bed’s headboard; Neon’s tongue briefly slid over Fade’s lower lip, replaced with gentle nips and soft gasps as Fade’s hands shamelessly found their way back to Neon’s body and slowly down her tense stomach before beginning to busily undo her own belt. Curiosity dragged at Neon’s ambitious drive, but her attention was snatched away from Fade’s hands as a wet tongue slipped into her mouth. A soft moan was shared between slick lips, the two needily exploring each other’s mouths. 

Fully invested in the heat of their makeout session, the jarring interruption of hands swiftly untangling Neon’s arms from around Fade left the younger female confused, though she quickly caught on as firm hands wrapped around Neon’s wrists. At the thud of Fade pinning her hands against the headboard, a shuddering groan left Neon as her arms were forcefully held above her head, her lip between her teeth while her eyes excitedly searched Fade’s. A flash of arousal burned at her gut, mellowing away to simmering pleasure that caused her to uncomfortably shift her thighs under Fade, and remembering her previous curiosity, her eyes trailed down to Fade’s unbuckled belt, still loosely hugging around her hips. 

“Always so quick for action, aren’t you?”

Neon huffed out in annoyance. “At least I don’t take eons to get to action, unlike a certain bitchy somebody I know.”

“Don’t get all bratty with me, tatlım.*”

“Mmmm.” Forcing down the urge to react when Fade tightly gripped both of her wrists with one hand, Neon feigned nonchalance with a lofty response. “I’ll think about it.”

Fade only snorted at Neon’s forced coolness, and after quickly pulling her belt free with her free hand, the older female put her attention to binding Neon’s wrists, forcing the Filipina to slightly sit up in an attempt to relieve the strain in her arms.

Unable to keep in a flustered squeak as the belt tightened around her wrists, Neon’s eyes trailed up the female’s lithe body before quickly flicking to where her wrists were being tied to the headboard. Excitement thrummed so strongly in her chest, her throat drying up in anticipation as Fade pulled back slightly once she was done, casting her gaze down on Neon.

“Alright– try it.” 

At Fade’s short command, Neon lightly tugged on the belt, pulling harder with a grunt when her wrists didn’t budge. Her gut twisted at the sudden realization of how vulnerable she suddenly was, and with a shaky sigh, she bit her lip before abashedly mumbling out the green light for Fade.

“O-Okay. I think it’s good.”

“Good, good.” Fade glanced around before spotting the abandoned Pocky bag, and picking it up, she dug out a pink-coated stick before giving Neon an overly sweet, playful smile. “I’d hate for it to come undone in the middle of fucking you.”

“My God… Don’t talk like that…” Neon grumbled, only to squeak in surprise as she promptly received the forceful shove of a Pocky into her mouth. Her girlfriend only chuckled at her words, her eyes glistening with amusement as her hand hovered over Neon’s tanktop, before giving her breast a firm squeeze. A shudder ran through Neon’s body. 

“But you love it– don’t you?” 

Neon cringed as heat flooded her cheeks. “Isth… I-Isth fine, I gueth…”

Fade laughed at the flustered lisp in Neon’s words, cocking her head curiously. “ Just fine?”

Neon quickly realized that she was unable to scowl without losing her hold on the Pocky. The sudden, precarious slip of the Pocky forced her to abruptly jerk forward before it could fall, . As she raised her head back up with a sigh, warm hands dragging down the front of her body as Fade gently planted a kiss at the corner of Neon’s mouth. Little butterfly kisses slowly trailed down Neon’s jaw to her throat, where Fade began to leave heavier, sloppier kisses, and Neon let her head rest back against the headboard, humming in content as Fade’s hands began to slowly trail under her tanktop. As her hands aimlessly explored upwards, Neon’s tanktop rode further and further up, until Fade pulled the garment up to fully expose her chest with a teasing little hum against her throat. Groaning softly at the graze of Fade’s fingers against her chest, Neon had to force her jaw to relax before she could accidentally break the Pocky, but she tensed up again only a mere second later, unable resist another whiny noise as Fade’s thumbs began to gently toy with her nipples. 

The Pocky was much more brittle than Neon had initially expected, and upon the observation, she became more nervous about the challenge; sure, there weren’t any serious stakes for accidentally breaking the thin stick, but she still couldn’t help but feel the need to force herself not to crunch down on the stick, as if it was imperative above, all else. The challenge of keeping a Pocky in her mouth was stupid, in hindsight, and pointless.

But, frankly, Neon knew why it felt so important to her, even if she chose to remain in denial: It was all just for her silly pride, which she always so stubbornly tried to assert, even against Fade’s cockiness. Perhaps, her girlfriend’s confidence only bolstered her need to outdo Fade.

Even if she knew inevitably, she was already pretty doomed to fail in this sort of scenario– because damn Fade, and how damn well she knew how to fuck with Neon. 

Light thumbing turned to pinching, and Neon flinched with a surprised gasp as teeth pressed against her skin, greedy lips connecting to her neck as Fade slowly began to suck. Sharp, abrupt jerks gripped Neon’s trembling body, each jump of her chest prompted by the pleasure from an occasionally hard squeeze of Fade’s fingers. Her body was starting to react more to the touching and teasing, growing restless with each careful action from the other female, and when the biting on her throat became harsher, Neon whimpered, lips pressing tightly around the Pocky. The attention made her restless, and by instinct, her arms strained against Fade’s belt, desperately trying to find a grip on anything – whether it be the belt, the headboard, or somehow managing to get her hands free. However, as proven earlier, the belt refused to come loose, leaving the female to squirm as careful hands twisted and rubbed her aching nipples.

“N-Ngh…”

“You sound so pretty, Neon…” Said female immediately gave a soft moan at the praise. Fade’s lips pressed against Neon’s skin in another wet kiss, her lips growing into a soft smile as she murmured against the reddened mark blooming on Neon’s neck. “Such a shame that you’ve got that Pocky in your mouth. Imagine, if you didn’t have that thing in your mouth– then I’d really get to hear all of you, huh?”

A red flush settled on Neon’s cheeks and ears as she stuttered. “S-Sure.”

“Hmm. Then again, I think it’s more amusing like this, having you struggle to keep yourself together and having to keep that Pocky intact.” Fade pulled back, giving Neon a long look, later followed by a smirk as her fingers pinched again at Neon’s sensitive nipples. Neon’s thighs jerked up against Fade’s weight, but the Turkish female hardly budged, simply giving her a teasing remark. “Sensitive as ever, aren’t you?”

“Ugh… Fade, p-pleathe…”

At the whine, Fade’s hands fell away from her chest, one trailing on Neon’s clenched abdomen while the other traced up to her jaw. Holding Neon’s face by the jaw, Fade slowly tilted her face upwards, and she watched the bobbing Pocky for a moment before quickly leaning forward, her grip on Neon’s jaw momentarily tightening as she bit off a small portion of the opposite end. The action got a noticeable reaction of indignance out of Neon, and as Fade swallowed her small bit of Pocky, she didn’t miss the way Neon’s eyes narrowed at her, the younger’s thighs trembling and shifting under Fade antsily. 

Releasing her jaw with a little laugh, Fade’s thumb went to lightly press Neon’s lower lip downwards, as if threatening to unbalance the Pocky in Neon’s mouth. Earning herself a stifled growl for the action, Fade could only coo lovingly, mockingly , as she noticed Neon’s jaw tensing around the Pocky. 

“So pretty, aren’t you? With your lips wrapped around the Pocky, unable to do much else other than to just make the cutest little noises.”

Stiffening with embarrassment, Neon growled again, hissing a slurred “You’re so embarwassing…”

“It’s just the truth though. All red and flustered, hands tied while you try to keep that stupid Pocky intact.” Snorting at the ridiculousness of the situation, the Turkish Agent went in to cleave away another few centimeters of the pink frosting-covered stick, just to further agitate Neon. 

“You- You betta’ n-no’ lick me again wift’ ‘hat tongue. Alrweady slow ‘nough.”

Fade chuckled at the stern order, hands gently going back to grip at Neon’s boobs as she swallowed. “Of course. No more tongue business from here on out; I was just planning on telling you…” Her hands suddenly squeezed Neon’s chest harder as she leaned forward to push the younger against the headboard. “How pretty your body is too. Hell, everything about you is just so perfect, mm? Every little thing, every little noise-”

A harsh hiss escaped from Neon’s Pocky-locked lips, and unbeknownst to Fade, Neon felt the first hot rush of leakage dampening her underwear. “I h-hate you– I hate you–! ” 

“You say that, and you still love it. You get flustered, but you love it when I call your little moans cute, or when I say you look so adorable when you’re all red, and how perfectly your body fits under my hands. Oh, or when–”

“P-Please… a-ah- I-I can’t…” Neon flushed harder at the praise with a whimper, hips desperately pressing up against Fade to relieve the tingling heat curling in her groin. Lightly rocking her hips against Neon’s, Fade chuckled at the resulting, shuddering sigh, gave Neon’s blush-tainted cheek a kiss, and moved her weight off of Neon, resulting in another sigh, this time of disappointment. However, Fade, who had no intention of leaving Neon, gently forced the younger’s legs apart, settling herself in between Neon’s tense thighs. Fade gently patted one of her thighs, giving Neon a fond look that so irritatingly contrasted and intertwined with the cockiness burning in her eyes.

“Hey. Relax for me, tatlım.*”

“O-Oh- Yeah. Of coursthe.” 

It took a moment for Neon to gather her senses, struggling against her hand bindings in an effort to pull herself up into a better sitting position. Sighing slowly as she slowly eased the tension out of her body, heat crawled back into her cheeks as Fade murmured a passing “There we go,” and a soft exhale escaped from Neon’s clenched lips at the light brush of Fade’s hand against the front of her leggings. After a few teasing strokes of her forefinger, Fade’s hand curled around Neon’s crotch, groping the damp fabric as Neon squirmed, whining in frustration when she couldn’t quite get the stimulation she wanted.

“Mmmm, Fade…”

“Hm?”

Embarrassment kept Neon from responding, and she only gulped down the faint taste of strawberries as Fade forcefully pressed against her wet entrance through her leggings with another pressing question.

“Don’t call my name and then just not say anything; what is it, Neon?”

Humiliation flooded through the Filipina’s body when she felt warmth leaking out of her body, and as she let out a shaky sigh, Neon’s eyes fluttered shut to bear with the embarrassment, while she softly mumbled around the Pocky.

“ P-Pleathe, halika na*; jus’ hurry up… ‘nd finger me… ”

However, Fade, in all her teasing mischief, pretended not to hear her, raising an eyebrow in mock confusion as her thumb rolled around Neon’s clit through her clothes. Neon stiffened with a strained whine, which only grew louder as Fade hummed through a shit-eating grin. “Sorry, tatlım*, but I didn’t catch that.”

“ T-Tangina mo*- ‘said sthop teasthing, and fuck me already!!”

Laughing at Neon’s frustrated outburst, Fade was quick to apologize, though Neon would hardly call it a genuine apology. “Sorry, sorry. I love seeing you get frustrated like this.”

Grumbling an indiscernible mocking of Fade’s words, Neon abruptly stuttered out an alarmed “H-Hoy*!” as Fade tugged at the front of her leggings with both hands with a quiet grunt, and as the fabric cleanly gave way with a satisfying rip, Neon felt the Pocky crack between the pressure of her teeth. Wincing at the resounding break, she sheepishly looked to Fade, though the female appeared to be too busy with making the tear larger, and shakily pulling in another inch or two of the Pocky, Neon sighed out, swallowing the small, broken bit of Pocky as Fade’s nails lightly dragged over her wet underwear. Fade must’ve found her trembling too amusing to not comment on, and with her fingers teasingly grazing over Neon’s clothed vagina, she giggled at the resulting jerk.

“You’re so wet, love… You must really like this, huh?”

“H-Hng- I- I gueth-”

“You guess?” Fade’s fingers tugged Neon’s underwear to the side, her thumb gently running through Neon’s wet folds, and Neon scowled as her cheeks began to heat up more.

“I’d like it more , if you could actually fuck me. Big talk, no a- action –!” The abrupt pressure forcefully rubbing against Neon’s clit immediately dissipated the rest of her complaining, the resulting burst of pleasure instinctively forcing her thighs to close as she failed to stifle lewd groan. However, whether Fade didn’t care or purposely wanted to pull a stronger reaction out of Neon, the Turkish female boldly ignored the Neon’s candidly sensitive reaction, rolling her thumb against her clit harder . Based on the subtle smirk Neon managed to catch through half-lidded eyes, Fade was doing it with every intention to watch Neon squirm . 

“F-Fade, ngh- Fade-! ”

Groping the underside of one of Neon’s thighs, said female blatantly ignored her slurred begging, eyeing Neon’s closed legs with what appeared to be an inconvenienced sigh.

“Legs, Neon.” 

“F- Fade– pleasth, h-hh- ”

“Neon, if you want me to fuck you, you can’t be squeezing your legs like this.”

Stuttering on her words, Neon could only gasp as Fade’s thumb continued to abuse her throbbing clit, whimpering loudly as Fade’s hand left her thigh to gently grip at her chin in order to force their eyes to lock. “ H-Hngh… B-Babe …” 

“ Neon .”

The pleasure abruptly stopped as Fade’s voice grew stern, and finally freed from the gut-wrenching hold of the sexual stimulation, Neon cleared her throat, taking a moment to catch her breath and swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth before glaring at Fade.

“F-Fuck– Fuck you ttoo.”

Despite her rebellious cursing, Neon slowly pulled her trembling thighs apart, flinching from sensitivity as Fade rewarded her with a light kiss along her jaw before whispering against her skin. 

“There we go– that wasn’t so hard, mm?”

The tip of Fade’s finger nudged against Neon’s wet folds, teasing another whine out of the desperate female. Catching the desperation in her girlfriend’s teary eyes, Fade lightly stroked over Neon’s pulsing entrance as if she might give in to her wants, But Fade, teasing as ever, watched on with amusement as she shallowly dipped her finger into Neon’s leaking heat, letting her lover vainly try to clench on the light penetration– if it could even be called “penetration”– only to meanly pull back and go right back to playing with her sensitive folds. After a few rounds of this teasing game, a loud, impatient growl left Neon as Fade kissed her jaw again. 

“M-Mm- F-Fade- I s-swear, you–” As Fade’s finger shallowly pushed in again, Neon attempted to buck her hips up against Fade’s hand, groaning in frustration. “You’re s-so evwil.” 

“Aw… don’t say that. That hurts my feelings.” Unprepared for Fade’s sudden change in pace, Neon softly inhaled as a slender finger easily slid inside of her, curling and stroking against Neon’s sensitive walls in an attempt for a reaction– and Neon easily gave the desired reaction, head tilted back against the headboard with her lips tightly wrapped around the Pocky as her body shuddered. The Pocky was on a precarious verge of being crushed again, though Neon was able to prevent another unfortunate break by forcing herself to relax, breathing heavily as Fade pushed in a second finger. Seemingly pleased by the fact Neon had yet to drop her Pocky, Fade slowly scissored her fingers inside of the younger, stretching her clenching entrance while doting on her, showering her with aroused affection. “You’re doing so well, love. Taking my fingers so well, and making the prettiest noises, aren’t you?”  

Neon responded with a broken whimper, mind muddled and preoccupied with the pleasure of Fade’s fingers loosening her up. “M-Mm, more- p-ppush, faster… p- pleathe -”

“Faster?” Softly chuckling at the sight of the trembling Pocky protruding from Neon’s pout, Fade began to slowly thrust her fingers inside of Neon, watching every reaction Neon produced with wonder: eyes fluttering shut as she moaned, eyebrows pressing together as she pressed her flushed face against her arms, back arching as she struggled to keep her trembling thighs from closing. 

God . In that moment, Fade couldn’t think of anything more endearing than her girlfriend struggling to keep herself together, while adorable, desperate groans sounded deep in her throat, her voice rough with arousal as she softly cursed. She looked so pretty, her face twisted with lewd pleasure and humiliation, just too attractive for Fade to simply ignore. To stretch out the moment, Fade stopped thrusting to gently massage Neon’s clit with her thumb, instinctively cooing as Neon shuddered with a whiny, high-pitched “A-Agh!”

 “You make the cutest sounds, Neon… you really look like you’re enjoying my fingers so much. So sensitive and wet around my fingers. Are they really that good?”

Gasping as a third finger pushed into her entrance, Neon felt the rebellious instinct to roll her eyes and dethrone Fade from her cockiness. But, the instinct was quickly torn away as Fade quickly fell back to her steady tempo of thrusting, the pleasure burning away any retorts she might’ve had in store as she was soon reduced back to a moaning mess. The slide of Fade’s fingers was thankfully unpainful with how much Neon was leaking (and with how much she had been leaking up, all throughout Fade’s teasing), and in a way, the leakage served much to Fade’s amusement due to the embarrassingly loud squelch could be heard with every quick thrust of her hand. Her pace slowly picked up, and Neon groaned stiffly, arms pulling taut against her restraints as she began to desperately roll her hips against Fade’s hand in hopes of intensifying the growing heat gripping at her gut. It was starting to become too much, given how sensitive Neon had been with the agonizingly slow foreplay; just having her girlfriend touching her, kissing her body and praising her, watching her with those sharp eyes that Neon could never get enough of– it was all so much, too much for her, and she knew she couldn’t hold out for much longer. 

As Fade’s fingers eagerly pushed deeper, Neon began to softly beg for more, for Fade to go faster, whimpering with her Pocky-stunted speech as the tight knot in her stomach tensed with every thrust. Heated pleasure coursed through every nerve in her body, pushing for her long-awaited climax, which was so close – only to be snatched away from her. 

To her annoyance, Fade didn’t seem too ready to let Neon release just yet, and she slowed down her finger-fucking despite Neon’s desperate begging.

“P-Pleathe, don’- I-I’m righ' t-there–!”

“Don’t come yet.”

An overwhelmed sob left Neon, as if she were already mourning for her denied climax, but when she stole a glance at Fade’s slick-covered fingers still slowly thrusting inside of her, she suddenly jerked; her sob shifted back into a lewd groan, back arching abruptly with a shudder as her eyes screwed shut with uncontrollable pleasure, her body shamefully flooding with arousal at just the sight of Fade’s fingers grossly fucking into her.

“ F-Fuck –!”

Realizing a second too late what the sudden reaction meant, Fade could only sigh as she watched Neon’s body writhe, partially disappointed, partially affectionate, upon hearing the resounding snap of Pocky. The broken end fell from Neon’s lips, and as Neon’s voice cracked from a noisy whimper, the older female roughly continued to thrust her fingers while simultaneously rubbing Neon’s clit to help push through her orgasm. Eventually, the trembling in Neon’s body subsided, and she went limp– or as limp as she could, with her arms still tied above her head– gasping as she caught her breath. 

Smiling, Fade took the opportunity to give the younger an affectionate kiss, pressing their lips together gently while pulling her fingers out of Neon with a slick squelch. As she pulled back from the kiss, she noticed Neon’s teary eyes darting up to meet Fade’s fond gaze, and although she looked mildly guilty, she didn’t look at all apologetic– if anything, she had a rather petulant expression of semi-annoyance as she panted softly.

“That- That was definitely your fault– should’ve pulled out sooner, because we both know I’m not good at- at–” Neon flushed slightly, averting her eyes as Fade picked up the fallen piece of Pocky. “You know… that !”

Letting out an amused chuckle, Fade leaned forward to share a short, chaste kiss with the younger female, before breaking apart to smirk at the Neon. “Sure, sure. I thought you’d gotten better at holding out, but… Looks like that’s not the case.”

Neon scrunched up her nose in indignation at Fade, and quickly grabbing onto her own dissatisfaction, she bluntly blurted out the first thought that came to mind.

“Well!– I mean, we can try again. Maybe.”

“You want to?” Fade arched an eyebrow at the suggestion. Her eyes seemed to glow with intrigue, and despite the confident stride of her words, her cheeks began to glow with red as well. “I mean, I was thinking we could use the- the strap. If you wanted to. It’s been a while.”

Curiously, Neon stared at Fade wordlessly, a tiny smile breaking out on her lips when the silence pushed Fade into a little corner of embarrassment, only leaving her room for a mumble. “What’s that look for?”

“I just… think you’re funny. You’re always so… y’know. Assertive. But when you have to talk about it out of context, you get all embarrassed.” A short giggle shook Neon’s chest as she grinned. “It’s cute!”

“C-Cute… You–” A sheepish look clouded Fade’s eyes, and she pursed her lips slightly, as if she wasn’t sure how to best respond to Neon’s endearing tone of voice. “You. Are going to be the death of me, Tala Nicole Di… di something something Dalvez.”

“That’s Tala Nicole Dimaapi Valdez to you, Miss Hazal Eyletmez.”

“I was close.”

“You were most definitely not.”

“Okay, okay , so are we going to go again? We don’t have to, but I mean…” Fade’s thumb slowly rubbed circles into Neon’s thigh as she cocked her head. “You did say… we could.”

A low hum left Neon, before she playfully nudged Fade with her knee. “Only if you didn’t lose your strap game. That’d be really disappointing.”

As Fade momentarily drew back from Neon to slide off the bed, a snort could be heard from the older female.

“Don’t get too cocky on me now; I’m not the one who’s tied up and about to have a Pocky stuck in my mouth.”

Making a mocking face at Fade’s turned back, Neon did her best to sit up, but she couldn’t resist a grunt, her face beginning to heat up again when the belt firmly kept her wrists from anything more than vain twisting. Something in her gut twisted, her groin tingling with arousal as she gave the belt another self-indulgent tug, though she quickly fell still when Fade plopped back onto the bed with a familiar double-ended dildo, a black strap-on harness, and a bottle nearly full with lube– just a testament to Neon and Fade’s lack of need for lubrication. 

Seemingly eager to continue, Fade swiftly pulled off her pants and underwear to expose the hardly visible lines of fading henna swirling down one of her thighs, the other thigh mostly bare other than a faint design blooming from her hip. Despite the faint blush rising in Fade’s cheeks, Neon found herself habitually becoming bewitched by the henna, though the admiration was short lived as the crinkle of the Pocky packaging immediately brought the younger female out of her daze. Fade seemed to have noticed Neon’s less-than-subtle stare, but she didn't bring any attention to it, instead simply raising her eyebrow at Neon as her gaze filled with endearing amusement. “Alright. I’m going to stretch myself out a little, so don’t start coming while watching my fingers again; we already had that happen once today.”

Heat immediately rushed to Neon’s head, and she gasped in offense. “That was different, and you know it!! ” 

“Hardly.”

Denying Neon the opportunity to snap back with a quick force of another Pocky in between Neon’s lips, Fade ignored the Filipina’s glower as she found the lube bottle and gave it a few firm shakes. Flipping open the lid, Fade squirted the cool lubricant onto her fingers, and rapidly snapping the lid of the bottle close, she locked eyes with her restrained lover as she eased herself onto her knees in front of Neon. The younger female seemed entranced, almost, breathing heavily with wide eyes as Fade’s hand wandered down to her neglected womanhood. Her lubed fingers gently brushed over her pulsing entrance with practiced ease, and with a shaky sigh, she pushed her middle finger inside, with her ring finger following after a few wet thrusts. A soft moan left Fade’s black lips, her hips lightly rutting forward against her hand with each swift thrust, and noticing Neon’s thighs gently pressing together after a minute or so of Fade stretching herself open, she slowed down her fingers to poke fun at the younger. 

“Is this r-really turning you on that much, Neon?”

Neon’s face scrunched up defiantly, and she tried to keep her voice stern, as if she were greatly unaffected by the lewd view of Fade fucking herself open. “J-Juth hurry up. Halika na .*”

“And if I don’t? What if I go even slower?” As always, Fade’s intention to frustrate Neon took the opportunity to tease Neon, her attention now split between scissoring her leaking entrance and keeping an eye on Neon’s growing antsiness.

And despite every urge to shoot out a stinging retort, Neon stayed silent.

It was embarrassing, but damn it, Neon couldn’t take her gaze off of the female in front of her. It shouldn’t have been so hot to witness Fade kneeling, sighing with a low groan as she fingered herself open for Neon’s agonizing entertainment.

For something that shouldn’t have taken so long, the moment felt like forever, especially since Neon, tied up and aroused, had practically no other option other than to sit and watch. She certainly wasn’t about to just look away– but it wasn’t as if she could do anything, while her wrists were bound above her head.

The uncomfortable warmth in her groin coiled as Fade finally pulled her fingers out. Neon’s throat felt dry as she watched henna-stained fingers drag over the tip of the double-ended dildo, as Fade’s fingers wrapped around the toy to pull it closer. After another messy drizzle of lube over the shorter, bent end, Fade again gave Neon another quick glance, as if to make sure she was watching– and she was . Spurred on by the trembling frown that had formed from Neon’s flustered expression, the Turkish woman only snorted with a faint smile before dragging the lubed head of the toy along her vagina. If it wasn’t for Fade so pointlessly rubbing the blunt end without penetrating herself, Neon probably would’ve recognized the buildup of saliva in her mouth, pooling as she hazily watched on. But, she stayed oblivious until, up until a warm, wet dribble of drool slid over her bottom lip and down her. She quickly swallowed the saliva, sweetened by the Pocky’s frosting that had bled into her spit, and finally looking up again to catch the flash of an icy, golden gaze practically flooded with arousal, a growl of annoyance vibrated in the back of Neon’s throat at Fade’s growing, mischievous grin.

“You’re just too cute, Neon… Look at yourself. You’re practically drooling , just from watching your girlfriend tease you. Are you really enjoying this that much?” 

Tensing her arms against her restraints, Neon struggled to slightly pull herself up out of her slouch as she shook her head at the accusation, and swallowing thickly, her voice shook with irritation, roughened from how low she was speaking. If it wasn’t for Neon’s restrained condition, Fade might have been slightly intimidated– but, the odds were stacked against Neon, and Fade didn’t seem too bothered by her impatience while she pushed the toy inside of herself with relative ease. 

“‘M juth waitin’ for you to h-hurry up.”

The stutter in Neon’s voice made her face screw up in further annoyance, and she huffed as Fade lightly laughed, the older female pulling the harness with much more briskness than the teasing up until then. 

“I’m sure you are, baby. Always so patient .”

Neon rolled her eyes as dramatically as she muster, mumbling around the Pocky. “No’ like I have mutch of a choisthe.”

“Come again?”

“I saidth you suuuuuuck.” 

Sighing at her stunted pronunciation, Neon’s frown slightly uncurved as Fade finished tightening the straps, her frustration slightly lifting at the prospect of finally getting more physical attention. But, when Fade snatched up the lube and repositioned herself just in front of Neon, the Filipina was unprepared as Fade’s hands suddenly hooked under her knees, pushing her thighs up to her chest and practically folding her in half, all while Fade’s eyes trailed down to Neon’s exposed entrance. A broken, needy groan sounded as Neon pressed her face into the side of one of her arms, every nerve hot with embarrassment– and arousal. Her skin uncomfortably stuck due to the hot sweat breaking out from her lust, and with humiliation practically burning through her body, she felt dizzy, as her mind melted to only one thought: want .

She wanted Fade so bad, but all she could do was be at the older’s mercy– her cruel, teasing mercy.

“I don’t think it’s really nice to tell your girlfriend that she sucks, especially right before she fucks you, no?”

“Babbbbeee…” Neon wiggled her hips, immediately halting with a shudder when Fade slightly angled her hips to slide the cool silicon head of the toy over Neon’s pussy.

“Yes, Neon?”

“I h-hate you… S-Sthop teasthing!”

Falling silent as Fade suddenly pulled close, Neon held her breath as Fade took the opposing end of the Pocky in her mouth and cleanly bit off a small part. After a quick chew and swallow, the Turkish woman hummed in mock thought, slowly releasing Neon’s legs in an awkward straddle, leaving Neon in another, frustrated state of denied pleasure. The restrained female gave her lover a dirty glare.

“You’re too funny, Neon; careful, your Pocky’s slipping.”

Huffing, Neon readjusted her bite on the stick, while Fade pulled back to busily pour lube over the dildo. She tossed the bottle aside with a quick snap of its lid, and while Neon’s eyes trailed on the shining sheen of lubricant, the older female wrapped a hand around the dildo, slathering the gooey lube across the pale-pink length of the toy. Thankfully, it seemed impatience had finally reached Fade as well, and after a mere three or four strokes, she was repositioning herself over Neon, one hand at Neon’s hip and the other holding the head of her strap, while Neon expectantly held her trembling thighs open. Neon tensed up as the wet head slid in between her sensitive folds, hissing irritably when Fade amusedly pulled away again, and she made sure to put every ounce of frustration into her seething words.

“ F-Fade .”

“Sorry, sorry– I can’t help it. Your reactions are just too funny.”

“Get inthide of me, righ’ now , or I- I’ll–!” Scrunching her eyebrows as she struggled to come up with a threat, Neon eventually gave up and resorted to lightly hitting Fade’s side with her foot. “Juth hurry up!!”

“Okay, okay, Miss Tala Nicole Dimaapi Dalvez~”

“It’sth Baldev .”

“Tala Nicole Dimaapi Baldev .”

Neon could hardly care to correct Fade a second time, too focused on Fade carefully lining up the dildo to her pussy. After a few rubs of her cock pressing against Neon’s pulsing entrance, Fade finally, finally, pushed in with a stuttered groan, and Neon gasped softly at the penetration, struggling to keep her jaw from falling open in a heavenly moan. The stretch felt so good, enhanced by the wet slide of lubricant and the previous stretching of Fade’s fingers, and after so, so much of Fade’s torturous teasing, the pleasure was overwhelming, shooting through her body and causing her hands to weakly scratch at the belt holding her wrists together as Fade gently pulled her hips out, pushing back in just a hair deeper with the second thrust. Neon groaned loudly, trembling under fond, touchy hands.

“O-Oh- Fade… ” 

Unable to resist a snicker, Fade slid her hands over the younger’s exposed body, and firmly gave the Neon’s breasts a squeeze. Neon reacted well to the action, whimpering loudly as Fade pushed in again, and Fade leaned in, eyes half-lidded with arousal as Neon shuddered from the pleasure. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Stretching around me so easily, even though I haven’t fucked you with a strap in a while; does it feel good?”

The warmth of hands returned to sliding down Neon’s front, gently rubbing her clenching abdomen as Fade gave her another few slow thrusts, every push resulting in a strained whine and a violent shudder of Neon’s body. 

“I-It’sth- It’sth a lil’- b-bi – ngh!! ”

Encouraged by Neon’s moan, Fade pulled out again with a chuckle, and giving Neon’s Pocky a teasing butterfly kiss, she firmly gripped the younger’s hips. Snapping her hips forward into Neon, the embarrassingly loud moan caught Fade off guard, and she gently shushed her panting girlfriend with a cheeky grin. 

“Shhh– I see your volume hasn’t gone anywhere either, huh?”

Flushing at the tease, Neon huffed, weakly grinding her hips against the toy, desperation blinding her mind like a heavy fog. 

“P-Please, just- j-jjust f’ck me- please, H-Hazal- ”

The mention of Fade’s name seemed to trigger some sort of switch in the female. Eyes darkening slightly, she pushed Neon against the bed’s headboard, which prompted a slight squeak from the bed and another whimper from the younger. 

“Don’t worry, tatlım.* I’ve got you .”

With that, Fade dropped the teasing without another word, hands firmly keeping Neon’s hips in place as she began to fuck into the desperate female. Trembling with each thrust, Neon found herself– again– unable to resist the urge of watching where the two were connected, absorbed in the obscene sight of the Fade’s strap disappearing inside of her, her slick and lube glistening in the faint light whenever Fade pulled out, only to promptly be forced back inside of Neon, filling her up just before she could call it too much, filling her to the point she felt full, warm, and dizzy. 

It was just fucking right.

A loud groan tickled the back of Neon’s throat as Fade sped up, every thrust only filling her with more and more pleasure, clouding her mind with so much heat that she felt she might lose the ability to think; the only thing keeping her together was the shaky Pocky in between her lips, and Fade’s voice, softly whispering to her things that made her stomach tighten with arousal.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing?”

“God, you sound so hot, moaning around my strap.”

“You’re doing so well, Tala.”

Each second, her body burned with stimulation, trembling and desperate for more. Little bits of begs and sobs made it past her uncontrollable gasping, and soon enough, her climax was creeping up on her, following each wave of unbearable pleasure until she was sure that she would snap at any second. She tightened under Fade’s touch, back arching as she tried to pull the older female closer by weakly encircling Fade’s hips with her legs.

Though, it seemed as if Fade, as aroused as she was, still hadn’t quite finished messing with Neon just yet.

“F-Fade– I-I– hnghhh, c-close !-”

Having learned her lesson from last time, Fade quickly pulled out until just the tip of the head pressed against Neon’s entrance, hands dragging up Neon’s squirming body and up her arms. Neon let out a needy whine, on the breaking point of begging as Fade’s hands reached just below the belt binding Neon’s clenched fists. Her fingers firmly wrapped around the younger’s wrists as she slightly leaned over Neon, practically caging her against the headboard. Thighs weakly squeezing around Fade’s hips, Neon shuddered at the raspy, unusually low tone of voice that came from her girlfriend, teary eyes hazily watching as Fade’s lower lip pressed against the Pocky still poking out of Neon’s lips. Her black lipstick created a wonderful contrast against the pale pink frosting as she exhaled with a slight laugh.

“Be a good girl, Neon. Hold it.”

“M-Mm!- C-Can’t!-”

Said female let out a desperate cry as Fade slowly nibbled on the opposite end of the Pocky. Her lips were quirked into an all-too entertained grin, amused at the sight of Neon trembling and flushed, trying her damned hardest to will away the edge of her climax which had nearly been ready to snap, had Fade been any later. 

“Hmmmmmm; I think you can, Neon. Be good for me, yeah?”

“H-Hah… A-Ah, Fade…” Wearily falling limp against the headboard, Neon whimpered as the built-up pleasure in her gut began to unravel. “Fade… Please, sthop t-teasthing… I– I just wan’na c-come- please –”

“Shhhh, I’ll let you come, aşkım;* just be patient.”

With a slow push of Fade’s hips, Neon gasped, eyes embarrassingly rolling back before closing as Fade’s strap pushed back inside of her. The shortened Pocky shook from in between Neon’s tight lips with each snail-paced thrust of Fade’s hips, and as she slowly managed to open her eyes and blink away her tears, Neon groaned at the sight of Fade teasingly bit off another bit of the Pocky. 

Now that the overwhelming desperation of pre-climax fervor had faded, Neon managed to regain some of her stature after a few shaky breaths, too worked up from being denied what would’ve been a wonderful orgasm. The grip on her arms loosened, Fade’s hands now gently dragging down to her hips as if to trigger Neon’s already hyperactive sensitivity, and with frustration coursing through her mind, Neon’s built-up annoyance managed to peek through the arousal that had made her so soft under Fade. 

“F-Fade- I s-swear-” It took every ounce of self control to not let her mouth drop open from pleasure as Fade meanly pressed her hips flush against Neon, as if the older female was purposely fucking into her just to see her struggle, and after recovering from a loud, desperate moan, Neon managed to glare at Fade, her eyes brimming with tears. “H-Hurry- the fuck up !–”

“Aww, but it’s so much fun teasing you Neon~ You sound so pretty, all desperate and whiny. It’s too cute.”

Neon hissed at the coo, trembling as Fade pulled out at what seemed to be the slowest pace possible. “F-Fuckin’ sadisth.” 

With a giggle, Fade gently let the untaken end of the Pocky rest against her lip again. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. But really, can you really blame me for wanting to keep seeing you like this?”

Another violent shudder ran through Neon’s body as Fade pushed in deeply, forcing her spine to uncomfortably press against the headboard. For a split moment, Neon’s jaw fell slack with a choked groan as an overwhelming flood of pleasure came from Fade’s strap hitting a particularly sensitive nerve, but thankfully, the Pocky didn’t fall thanks to Fade’s lips just barely holding up the other end of the stick. 

Though, at that point, the Pocky was the least of her worries.

“O-Oh, fuck !-” Needily jerking her hips against Fade with a soft cry, Neon’s voice cracked to a broken whimper, eyes fluttering shut again as she desperately attempted to stimulate the spot again. “N-Ngh… F-Fade… p-ppleathe! I can’t …!”

“Can’t…?”

“F- Fade …!” Finally unable to keep herself together, Neon broke, desperate tears spilling down her cheek as she began to sob, begging after being kept from orgasm for so long. “P-Pleathe, pleathe pleathe jus’ sthop teasthing, pleathe, I-I– I need it- It hurtsth so bad… F-Fade pleathe, pleathe!- ”

“Shh, shhh, no need to cry, Neon; you’ve done so, so well.” Finally satisfied with Neon’s begging, Fade easily bit through the rest of the Pocky, messily pressing her lips against Neon’s as she slowly began to fuck into the whimpering female. With how long Fade had teased Neon, the poor Filipina had made a dripping mess of herself, which was embarrassing for Neon, but convenient for Fade, due to the easy glide of her strap fucking wetly into Neon. Each slam of Fade’s hips created a lewd smack, so unbearably discernible through the heat of sex and desperation, and yet, it seemed to only aid Neon’s long-delayed climax, making her stomach wring with hot, gut-wrenching arousal. The pressure of Fade’s fingers digging into Neon’s hips became bruising as each thrust came quicker, hitting the sensitive spots inside that had been teased and neglected for God knows how long now, and as Fade disconnected their lips with a low groan, Neon couldn’t resist her moans, her voice weakly curling around curses and her lover’s name as she squirmed with each drag of Fade’s strap against her sensitive walls. 

“O-Oh- F-Ffuckkkk, Fade- Fade !-”

“C-Close?”

Neon gasped at the question, whimpering out “Yes, yes, please! ” before a shuddering moan shook her chest as Fade’s free hand hooked under one of Neon’s thighs, gently pushing it towards her shoulder as Fade pushed the pace of her hips with a grunt.

“G-Go on then. Come.”

At any moment but then, Neon might’ve giggled or made an incredulous face at Fade, as if to say “Really? That’s so cringe.” But right then, in the heat of the moment, when Neon delusional off the sexual pleasure and her body was flooded with so much heat and arousal and stimulation, all she could do was shriek as Fade’s words finally pushed the tight coil in her gut to its breaking point. Her body went taut as her orgasm washed over her, her every muscle trembling from the dizzying pleasure flooding through her messy mind. Broken moans mixed with Fade’s name fell from her lips like some sort of unmelodic song, and Neon could only writhe, stuttering on her words with each firm thrust of Fade’s hips. However, when Fade refused to slow down, a weak whimper squeaked in Neon’s throat, hands weakly clawing at the headboard as overstimulation burned through her gut painfully.

“F-Fade!-”

“W-Wait, ‘m c-close- f-fuck -”

Neon tried to resist an overwhelmed wail as Fade’s breathing suddenly grew erratic, short and heavy as she abruptly increased the speed of her thrusts before pulling Neon flush against her strap with a strained gasp, her hips lightly bucking into Neon as her orgasm soon washed over her. 

“ O-Oh, fuckkkk …” Neon groaned, trembling as the older female finally came to a halt, panting as sweat dripped down her temples. Her skin felt hot and sticky with sweat, thighs wet with lube, and probably her own leakage– though, she tried not to think about that thought. Her body felt sore, and she wanted nothing more than to just wrap her arms around Fade, curling against her for a good moment before having to worry about cleaning up. 

But… of course, Neon couldn’t really hold Fade when her arms were still tied. 

Vainly testing the strength of her bindings despite knowing it wouldn’t come loose, a sigh left Neon as she softly called Fade’s name, nodding up to her tied hands when their hazy eyes locked. “Hazal, Hazal please- I want to hold you–”

“Yeah?”

Huffing at the way her weary, but somehow still cocky smirk only enhanced her adoring coo, Neon rolled her eyes before drily replying, “Yes– but don’t make me change my mind.”

An affectionate giggle and a peck on the lips came before Fade leaned up to undo the belt, and despite her habitual reaction of challenging Fade, Neon felt a smile tug at her lips as her wrists were freed– though, she couldn’t resist a wince at the aching of her sore arms sluggishly circling around Fade’s neck. Fade seemed to notice her discomfort and leaned in to give Neon an easier time as she struggled to pull Fade in for another kiss, but once Neon’s lips were pressed against her own, Fade hummed, instinctively smiling in the comfort of the warm, intimate moment. Her hands gently ran over Neon’s toned body as she was awkwardly pulled into a crushing hug, their chests practically touching from how little space was left between them. Her fingers explored all the curves of Neon’s smaller body, appreciating all the small nuances that could only be noticed by the slow drag of Fade’s hands; however, as she leaned closer, her wordless admiration was quickly interrupted as Neon suddenly pushed Fade back with a sharp cry, chest heaving as her nails dug into the older female’s shoulder. 

“N-Ngh– Pull out, pull out- You h-hit something-”

Immediately muttering out an apology, Fade slowly pulled out of Neon, and as the toy slid out of Neon with a wet squelch , the younger’s body shuddered from the residue stimulation, her breaths shaky as she made a grossed-out face at the toy. 

“E-Ew– that’s so. Ick.”

“What?” Fade snorted at the comment, grinning. “You literally just had this thing inside of you, don’t say “ Ew ”--”

“Oh my god, don’t say it like that!–” Playfully smacking the laughing Initiator’s shoulder, she pulled Fade back into a bruising kiss, her body shaking with an uncontrollable giggle as Fade pulled her into a fierce hug. As oxygen ran low in their lungs, they were forced to pull apart for a breath.

A breath where Neon took the chance to give Fade a piece of her mind, as the two of them lightly panted. 

“You know, you better treat me damn royalty after that– making me sob over an- an orgasm! You’re actually a sadist, I’m sure of it. Next time, I should make you suffer just like that!”

“Nooo, Neonnnn– I might die if you edge me like that. At least you enjoy it!”

“W-Well– okay, but maybe you should’ve thought about that before making me beg like a baby! God, I can’t stand you sometimes–!”

The teasing look in Neon’s eyes immediately evaporated as a cheery voice called from outside of Fade’s room, but before either of them could react, the doors rudely slid open without warning– which surprised Neon, because normally, Fade always had her damn doors locked. Neon flushed a vibrant red upon making the briefest eye contact with the unexpected and unexpecting intruder, and clinging to Fade, she hid her face in the female’s chest with an embarrassed gasp, pulling down her tank top to cover most of her exposed upper body. Nearly falling forward from Neon’s sudden hug, Fade awkwardly blinked at a rather surprised Astra, before giving her an even more awkward wave.

Astra, unsurprisingly, did not return the wave.

“I... Oh.”

“Yeah… Uh, maybe not the greatest time?”

“Oh- No, don’t worry about a thing! I was just coming to ask Fade about something, but– I think I can just Harbor– ask Harbor too! Yeah! It’s not a problem!” Even with Astra’s cheerful tone, the woman couldn’t hide her disconcerted shock, her wide eyes betraying her rather flustered embarrassment for having interrupted at such a bad time, but before Fade or Neon could say a single word to reassure her, Astra had already shut the door. Hurried steps could be heard against the hallway floor outside, and as Fade turned her attention back to Neon, who hadn’t loosened her hold on Fade even after Astra’s departure. The younger groaned softly, her words muffled with her face still buried in Fade’s chest.

“I’m going to die, I think. That was terrible. I hate it– Oh my God, mahal,* that was so embarrassing -”

“Hey, you weren’t even the one looking at her!”

“And you’re not gonna be the one Sage is gonna be scolding!!”