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Gold Ship is so cruel.
McQueen shifts uncomfortably in her seat, adrenaline pumping wildly in her veins as her trainer briefs her on what to remember—to breathe, to be aware of her surroundings and her opponents, wishing her good luck, the usual stuff. After years and years of running, her pre-OP races are nothing but mere warm-ups. She has faith in her trainer’s words and most of all, she has faith in herself. She has been on the track for as long as she can remember and at this point, she has no doubts about winning. Even as cold sweat drips down her neck, she doesn’t feel unease from the race ahead of her.
What’s truly eating her up inside is what awaits after; the state she will be in when Gold Ship gets her hands on her. Instead of focusing on the commentator’s voice or the deafening cheers from the grandstand, all she can think about is the promise that her girlfriend had just made merely moments ago.
How well-fucked, as Gold Ship had crudely put it, she’s going to be if she places first.
And they both know she will.
Gold Ship had cornered her earlier, whispered praise into her ear about how unfairly good she looked in her new racing get-up as she fiddled with the leg strap attached firmly on her thigh. When McQueen turned to look up at her with a questioning stare, she only received a small, knowing grin in return. A half taunt, a half invitation.
To be fair, she wasn’t even supposed to be here but had insisted anyway, something about their conflicting schedules causing a rift in the time they would normally spend with one another.
McQueen thought it was sweet. She was right, they hadn’t seen each other for an entire day before this and that was simply way too long. But as Gold Ship continued to whisper utter filth in her ear, that’s when McQueen realized she planned this. Of course she did. McQueen felt it too, long before this day; the pent up frustration, the longing, it’s not like they had the time to get frisky with classes and training constantly piling up.
So as bold as this move was, she feels almost thankful that Gold Ship sees right through her.
“You wet already?” Gold Ship asked as she slid both her hands across the skin of McQueen’s exposed thighs. They were huddled in a corner of the break room, with Gold Ship seated on one of the stools as she helped McQueen into her clothes—she had urged on locking them both in the break room so she could carry out her girlfriend duties but McQueen realized quickly it was merely a ploy to tease and get under her skin.
“You’re so… You’re so mean,” McQueen whined, her hands rested carefully on Gold Ship’s broad shoulders. “I still have a race to get to.”
“And I’m just givin’ you a little encouragement." Gold Ship remarked with a shrug.
Mean. And so annoyingly hot. McQueen wanted nothing more but to climb over her ridiculously broad figure and go down on her herself. “You want me to stop?”
“That's not what I said.” McQueen trailed, chewing on her bottom lip to refrain from moaning out loud, the other woman’s hands still gliding along McQueen’s legs and fondling her there.
“Looked like you’ve been waitin’ for this anyway.” Gold Ship said as she gave her a sly grin.
“T-That’s unimportant, hey—” McQueen yelped as she felt Gold Ship’s fingers go under her skirt and graze her crotch.
“Holy shit, you really are wet,” Gold Ship concluded excitedly. She wasn’t exactly wrong—even with all the safety clothing she had underneath, McQueen couldn’t deny that her words had a clear effect on her. It’s Gold Ship, after all. “Sit in those until we get home, yeah?”
McQueen wanted to wipe that dumb smirk off her face.
“Pervert. You planned this from the start.” McQueen grumbled as Gold Ship rose from her seat, her hand traveling up from her legs to her waist and to her chest, making the smaller woman moan softly when she ran her thumb against one of her clothed nipples.
“Gotta take the opportunity when it presents itself,” Gold Ship grinned, eyeing McQueen’s figure up and down. “You have no idea how good you look today, Mac-chan. And how long I’ve been waiting to finally get you all to myself.”
McQueen bucked up into her touch. “You didn’t have to wait. It pains me to admit it but I was—I was hoping you would've done this sooner.”
“But I had to. I didn’t want to get in the way of your training.” Gold Ship said as she pressed a kiss on the corner of McQueen’s lips.
McQueen looked up at her with begging eyes, silently wishing that Gold Ship would break and take her there before she had to go. “You wouldn’t have!”
“Mhm, wanted to see how long you would last anyway,” Gold Ship laughed as she cupped McQueen’s pinkish cheeks in her hands. “And god, you’ve gotten so needy. Look at you. Would pull your panties to the side and give you my fingers but makin’ you wait is always so much better. Isn’t it, princess? You want to be good?”
“I want to,” McQueen breathed, her back arching slightly. “I want to be good, Gold Ship-san.”
Gold Ship smiled like she had just won the lottery. She pressed one last kiss on McQueen’s lips, innocent and soft, nothing like the obscenities she was spewing in her ear minutes ago. “I know you will.”
McQueen can’t focus anymore, she wants Gold Ship on her now. The mere thought is dizzying. Next thing she knows, Trainer is giving her a pat in the back and the excited chanting around the area and the applause is what brings her back to her senses. She exhales a deep breath and walks to her paddock with her chin up.
Only thing left to do now is win.
To nobody’s surprise, she finished first place. Her mind had been on Gold Ship the entire time that it was only when she looked up and saw her runner number on the screen that she realized she had won.
Gold Ship tried to congratulate her but McQueen felt a little too pent-up to properly appreciate her partner’s sweet effort in making her feel as loved and acknowledged as possible. All she wanted the second she stepped off the podium was to pull Gold Ship away and ambush her with kisses.
And as luck would have it, McQueen was able to convince Trainer to handle the reporters waiting for her. The other woman had only nodded hurriedly in agreement, already one step ahead as she tried to appease the crowd waiting for a chance to talk to the Mejiro’s crown jewel. She almost felt bad, abandoning her usual post-race interview and leaving her trainer to shoulder the responsibility but McQueen couldn’t take it anymore.
The only person that matters right now is Gold Ship.
As soon as they arrive in their condominium, away from cameras and prying eyes, McQueen’s hands are on her. She doesn’t waste even a second as she pushes the taller woman into their bed to press hurried, feverish kisses down her throat. Gold Ship returns the same enthusiasm, one of her hands sliding up to cup the back of McQueen’s head to pull her into a spit-slick kiss.
Gold Ship doesn’t wait. As soon as McQueen’s mouth is on hers, she pushes her tongue inside and licks, making the younger girl moan in surprise. She fiddles with the buttons of McQueen’s coat, nearly popping one of them as she tears it off in haste, leaving only her undershirt and the flimsy black skirt she usually wears.
McQueen can’t help but think about how hot she looks, clearly just as desperate as she is, fingers trying to reach for whatever part of her she can touch.
“You were amazing out there. Just like how I knew you would be.” Gold Ship praises as she nuzzles against McQueen’s face and presses a desperate kiss on her cheek.
“Yes, well, I trained hard,” McQueen says in between kisses. “For you.”
Their dynamics switch almost instantly in the bedroom, with McQueen falling into a submissive headspace while Gold Ship gladly takes on the more authoritative role and takes care of her the way she wants to be taken care of.
When her frilly coat is finally off, McQueen climbs over her lap and straddles her, hissing slightly when Gold Ship squeezes her thighs. “Gold Ship-san… T-Touch, please.”
“Fuck. Hold on, baby, I still need to take my shirt off.” Gold Ship chuckles, trying to pull away from the onslaught of kisses McQueen is pressing on to her neck.
McQueen barely hears her over her own thoughts. With Gold Ship so close, all she can focus on is her toned body beneath hers. Her arms flexing as she holds McQueen’s lithe form with her hands, her strong, muscular thighs serving as a perfectly firm seat for her. Gold Ship is saying something about how she needs to let go for one second so she can take her clothes off but McQueen is too dazed to follow her instructions.
Shit. She really is so close. All McQueen has to do is move her hips back and the slightest movement will give her the relief she’s been waiting for all this time.
So she does. She slides her hands from Gold Ship’s shoulders down to her chest, anchoring herself as she grinds back. The sudden friction makes both of them hiss, Gold Ship immediately tightening her grip on her hips before she can make any more moves.
“McQueen, what do you think you’re doing?” Gold Ship whispers low in her throat.
McQueen looks up and Gold Ship’s breath hitches at the sight, her core tightening at the pretty picture she paints with her red-kissed lips and her eyes glossed over. Perhaps she had underestimated just how needy she is, yearning and almost crying for such simple touches.
“I’m sorry, I-I can’t help it—I need you, Gold Ship-san, I don’t want to wait anymore.” McQueen whimpers as she continues to rub against Gold Ship’s body.
“Hey, come on. Thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Gold Ship breathes. “Don’t you want me inside? You gotta—Shit. You gotta get off me for a sec.”
McQueen whines petulantly, only clutching on to Gold Ship tighter as she brushes her face against her neck. Her head is spinning at each word that leaves Gold Ship’s mouth; her voice alone making her wetter by the second.
When she doesn’t let up, Gold Ship chuckles in disbelief. “Mac-chan, what’s gotten into you today, mhm? You’re not usually like this.”
“L-Like what?” McQueen splutters.
“Like this,” Gold Ship gestures to their position, drawing away slightly from where McQueen is still trying to squish against her. She takes in her current state—hair disheveled, ears twitching, lips shiny with blush high on her cheeks. “So wanton.”
McQueen bites her lip in embarrassment, she can’t argue with that. She’s right, she’s not the type to show such shameless desperation. That’s more of Gold Ship’s thing—clawing at McQueen’s clothes when taking them off, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses wherever her mouth can reach, being so openly vocal about how much she wants her. It’s uncharacteristic for McQueen to be acting like this.
But as Gold Ship stares her down with lustful eyes, she can’t seem to care.
“Th-This is your fault, you wouldn’t stop putting those vulgar thoughts in my head and naturally, I—” McQueen complains with another whine. “I could only take so much teasing.”
“Wasn’t tryin’ to tease, princess. All those things I said… That was really just me being honest.” Gold Ship replies as she moves back to finally toss her shirt over her head. It leaves her sports bra on and McQueen does what she always does; she gawks at her girlfriend’s muscular form, gaze transfixed on how the lines of her muscles tighten slightly at every move.
“You’re certainly teasing me right now.” McQueen says with a glare.
“Am I?” Gold Ship chuckles as she holds one of McQueen’s hands in hers to glide it down her bare torso, making her feel at her toned stomach.
McQueen groans in annoyance and arousal, her eyes following where Gold Ship is guiding her. Her breath hitches when they reach the part below her belly button and her fingers graze her happy trail. McQueen pulls her hands away, her cheeks flushing red. “Ugh, you’re infuriating.”
“And you’re impatient,” Gold Ship muses as she tugs at the hem of McQueen’s skirt. “At least take this off.”
McQueen doesn’t budge, her arms simply wrapping around Gold Ship as they lock eyes, breathing getting heavier by each passing second.
“N-No.”
“No?”
“No, I can’t—I need you, Gold Ship-san. I already said it. Anything, anything. I just want to feel you, please.”
Gold Ship hums, eyes darkening ever so slightly before sighing. She can’t deny that seeing McQueen acting uncharacteristically desperate is doing things to her brain.
“Well. If you really can’t wait until I can get my damn strap… Go on.”
That makes McQueen falter. She suddenly feels small from where she’s seated on Gold Ship’s lap. “Huh?”
“I said,” Gold Ship whispers as she uses the grip she has on McQueen’s hips to rock her forward. “Go on. Rub yourself on me since you need it so bad.”
McQueen looks down to where their hips are connected, the fabric of her skirt and the pair of sweatpants Gold Ship is wearing doing nothing but heighten her need to grind back and forth to get that sweet relief she has been longing for. She wets her lips in anticipation and lifts her garment to get it out of the way, her heart pounding against her chest at the way Gold Ship stares her down.
McQueen gulps as she uses her hold on Gold Ship’s shoulders to steady herself as she grinds down, her voice breaking off into a whimper. She glimpses at Gold Ship and sees her breath starting to quicken, her eyes glued to the way McQueen is moving on her lap.
“O-Oh, fuck, Gold Ship-san…” McQueen moans softly.
“Feel good?” Gold Ship asks, a tinge of curiosity evident in her voice.
McQueen nods mindlessly, unable to provide her with an immediate reply, her focus solely on chasing pleasure with every grind of her hips. “Yes, yes, god, please, more—”
Gold Ship giggles at how cute she looks, her brain scattered and thinking of nothing but canting her hips forward to get that sweet friction she had been yearning for. McQueen gasps when Gold Ship rubs her nipples through her bra, helping with the stimulation and earning another high-pitched whimper from the smaller girl.
“Shit, you’re perfect. So perfect and eager. What was that you said earlier, mhm? You just want to feel me?”
McQueen feels her arousal slicken at every grind, her panties growing damper and leaving a pool of wetness under her and on Gold Ship’s sweats. And Gold Ship certainly isn’t helping—the way she deliberately deepens her voice when she’s talking to McQueen, rubbing her breasts and pressing light kisses on her neck, it only intensifies her lust and she can’t think.
“Well, do you? If you weren’t so desperate, we could’ve taken our time and I could’ve fucked you like you deserved. Bend you over and get my cock inside you, deep. Right here.” Gold Ship mumbles, pressing a large hand above McQueen’s belly.
Curse Gold Ship’s motormouth. Her words are only going straight to her cunt and making her head even hazier.
“But I guess you missed me bad if you’re this turned on over a little humping,” Gold Ship continues as she fucks up slightly to meet McQueen’s movements. She dips her free hand between their legs and feels for McQueen’s clothed pussy, grinning wickedly at the stickiness. “What, did I get it right?"
McQueen knows what she's doing. She's only blabbering and asking questions to coax pretty noises out of her yet she can't deny that her voice definitely helps with the arousal.
"C'mon, grind down harder." Gold Ship instructs firmly as she lays further down and pulls McQueen forward.
McQueen follows easily, finding herself seated directly on Gold Ship's stomach, her legs on either side of her waist and her clothed pussy atop her abs. McQueen rolls her hips to test it out, moaning brokenly at the newfound friction.
"Fuck, that's it, you're doing amazing," Gold Ship marks her with praise, knowing how hot it gets her. "Have you been wanting to do this, princess? I see you eyeing me all the time, you know. I always notice. Have you been thinkin' about just rubbing your wet cunt on me to get off?"
McQueen feels tears prick at her eyes, heat coiling at her stomach and her thighs beginning to tremble at every thrust. She doesn’t stop herself when she reaches for Gold Ship’s hand and nudges it against her cunt to get more friction. “Y-Your mouth is so nasty.”
“You love my nasty mouth, McQueen,” Gold Ship replies. “Say it.”
“Wha—I—Huh?” McQueen cries.
“You gotta be honest with me. And yourself,” Gold Ship urges as she pushes her fingers down her sopping pussy. “Can't leave me hangin' now, I want to hear you."
McQueen’s body twitches at her ministrations, instinctively curling in on herself as she braces for her climax. She’s close and she knows better than anyone that Gold Ship knows how to work her fingers the way she likes it.
"Y-Yes, I—" McQueen yelps, throwing her head back in pleasure.
"Mhm?" Gold Ship prompts, moving her fingers faster.
“I-I love it, Gold Ship-san. I love you,” McQueen moans. “You’re so—so good to me, always… Hah—Please! I’m close, please, please.”
Gold Ship smiles triumphantly as she teases around her clit, brushing over her crotch even with the lace still between them. McQueen shudders almost violently as her release washes over her, coming undone beautifully with Gold Ship’s fingers. Her body quakes with tremors, heat buzzing on her skin. McQueen then rocks back on Gold Ship's abs as she comes down from her high with her girlfriend's name on her lips.
"Feels so... good, thank you." McQueen whispers as she rides off the waves of pleasure.
McQueen slumps forward, tired yet happily sated. The latter catches her by the waist and hugs her to her chest, immediately attacking her with soft little pecks on the side of her face.
They spend a few minutes or so laying silently as they catch their breaths, the atmosphere gradually softening.
"You alive?"
"Yes, Gold Ship-san. Albeit a little sticky."
Gold Ship lays her boneless figure down on their bed and slides off without a word. McQueen grabs her by her pants, a pout on her face. "Wait—"
"I'm just getting tissues for you, alright?" Gold Ship reassures, her tone gentle and comforting.
“...Okay," McQueen hums. "Hold on, we're not done, are we? I’ll help you get off later, I just need one moment.”
Gold Ship laughs faintly. “I’m good. Think seeing you like that almost made me cream my pants anyway.”
“Don’t—Ugh,” McQueen grunts. “You ruined the mood.”
“What mood?! We’re done over here!”
“I told you I’m returning the favor.”
“You don’t have to!”
“You don’t want me to?”
“Come oooon, I didn’t say that,” Gold Ship whines childishly. “But really, you don’t have to. I’m bein’ serious when I say watching you be your beautiful and intelligent and charismatic and gorgeous and sexy self was enough."
McQueen rolls her eyes, grinning slightly.
"And hey! We should do that more often! You looked so hot, Mac-chan, I can't believe we never tried that before! Actually, I shoud’ve recorded you.” Gold Ship comments as she rummages through their drawers.
“Don’t get any funny ideas,” McQueen sighs exasperatedly. “And don’t change the subject.”
“I wasn't! I literally came. Look, my pants are even soaked.” Gold Ship motions to her sweatpants, the trail of slick that is absolutely not Gold Ship’s, making McQueen flush in shame.
“That’s—That’s mine!” McQueen says embarrassingly.
“Hah. Yeah, it is,” Gold Ship chuckles, a cocky grin on her face. "Just wanted to hear you say it."
McQueen groans exasperatedly. “Can we please have a normal conversation?”
“I am being normal. And serious.”
“Okay. Then, I want to touch you, Gold Ship-san.”
Gold Ship gapes at her, McQueen’s sincerity suddenly making her feel shy.
"Now you're shy."
"I mean, you don't usually say stuff like this!"
"Should I be more specific then?" McQueen teases. "You made a promise, remember? Plus, didn’t you say you wanted to get inside me?”
“Wha—Are you bein’ serious now?” Gold Ship squeaks.
McQueen finds it oddly endearing that she’s acting bashful now like a switch had been flipped, as if she wasn’t whispering filth to help McQueen get off just minutes ago.
“I was serious the first time,” McQueen deadpans. “It's not everyday we get to do this, after all. And I truly did miss you."
Gold Ship stares at her, agape. McQueen quickly notes how red she’s getting, making her giggle. She sighs. “I missed you too. Really. Seriously. Very much so."
McQueen nods, satisfied. A dumb grin is on her face as she leans expectantly towards Gold Ship's direction. "So, later?"
"Later then, princess."
McQueen blushes under her before nodding back. As she watches Gold Ship clumsily fumble with opening the box of tissues, McQueen can’t help but stare at her fondly.
Well-loved, she thinks affectionately as warmth blossoms in her chest.