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Neither of them are sure how they ended up this way. It starts at the gym, then drinks because Bae makes the ‘it's Friday’ excuse. Now they're both red-hot with barely a lick of space between each other.
"What big teeth you have, Ms. Time Warden. Too bad mine are better," Bae sneers, rows of sharp, needle-like teeth gleaming in the dim light.
Her taunting smirk doesn't falter when Kronii's forked tongue flicks out and swipes at her nose. Instead, she just smacks Kronii's cheek with her tail. Nothing too hard, just something soft enough to annoy her.
"Mine are definitely longer."
"Yeah, but they're skinny. And, you only have 4 fangs, and I have .... More than that. So there."
The flickering lamp above casts a warm, dim light, bouncing off their hair. Kronii's deep indigo locks cascade part her face, almost as if it's hiding her and Bae's conversation from the world.
Of course, that's just Kronii's dramatic flair. Bae's own hair, a fiery show of crimson, catches every bit of stray light, defiantly bright against the muted tones of the room.
"And you're an absolute idiot," Kronii retorts, her tail lashing out and coiling lightly around Bae's ankle. It's a loose hold, more playful than possessive.
"The number of fangs one has is not a measure of quality. It's about precision. Power." She leans in, her forked tongue teasing the edge of Bae's ear, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And the ability to pierce through anything- or anyone... who stands in my way."
Shivers run down the rat's spine as Kronii gets closer, the husky tone in her voice sending her tail into a frenzy. She yelps in surprise, pulling away as Kronii's tongue touches her ear.
"Hey! No licking me without consent!" Bae shouts, face flushed. She tries to pull away, but Kronii's grip on her ankle tightens, preventing her from escaping. "That's cheating, you big lizard!"
The deliberate, sexy tone is immediately replaced by a lighter chuckle, Kronii's tail loosening its grip. "Relax, Bae. I was just making a point." She gestures vaguely, a half-smirk playing on her lips. "About... teeth. And power dynamics. And how you're never gonna beat me-"
Now with her legs free, she takes the opportunity to wrap them around Kronii's body (ignoring the steadily growing heat in her face) and pull her down, flipping them over so she's on top.
"Precision means nothing in the face of chaos," She grins, a smug look on her face. "How's that for power, smartass?"
"I let you go," Kronii's reply is almost lazy. Her arms, previously slack at her sides, move with fluid grace to capture Bae's wrists. With a smooth, practiced motion, she pushes up, their faces inches apart. Her indigo eyes, dark as the void, hold a glint of amusement.
"Chaos is all fun and games, Bae. But once you've been around it so much, it becomes predictable." She uses her leverage to their advantage, rolling them over again, this time pinning Bae beneath her. "And you," she murmurs, her tail tracing a slow, deliberate path up Bae's side, "are delightfully predictable."
Bae can smell the alcohol in both of their breaths, the hard liquor masked by the fruity notes of several soju bottles. The warm buzz of her head only serves to enhance her senses, making Kronii's hair feel like silk and her breath feel like fire.
Yet, through the banter and incredibly homoerotic wrestling, her pride still stands tall. The oh-so powerful Warden of Time thinks she's so predictable? Fine, she'll show her predictable.
She leans up, grabbing the back of Kronii's head, and connects their lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. It's sloppy, a little too much teeth, and a whole lot of heat. Bae's free hand grips Kronii's waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
And just like that, Kronii freezes.
The confident smirk vanishes from her lips, replaced by a look of sheer, unadulterated shock. Her grip on Bae's wrists slackens. The scaley tail, which was tracing its way up Bae's side, goes completely still. For a long, drawn-out second, the only sound in the room is the distant hum of the city and their ragged, intertwined breaths.
When Bae finally pulls back, chest heaving, a triumphant grin spreads across her face.
"Predictable my ass," she pants, her voice hoarse from the kiss and the alcohol. "Did your big time brain guess that, Kronster?" She nips at the other's lower lip, her victory almost palpable in the air.
The shock on Kronii's face slowly melts away, replaced by something far more dangerous. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her lips. She doesn't answer Bae's taunt. Instead, she leans down, her hair cloaking them in their own small, intimate world.
"Didn't you say using our tongues is cheating?" she murmurs, her voice a low, velvety purr that sends shivers down Bae's spine. "Can't even follow your own rules, can ya?" She doesn't wait for an answer before closing the distance between them again.
There is almost a sense of comfort when Kronii's legs stretch out and she finally settles her weight on top of Bae. The feeling is almost intoxicating, and Bae can feel the alcohol amplifying the buzz in her head. She can feel the steady rhythm of Kronii's heartbeat, a stark contrast to her own frantic fluttering.
It's an unintentional side effect that their kiss allows them to measure up each other's fangs.
Much like her fangs, Kronii's tongue is thin and long, the two pointed tips teasing the corners of Bae's mouth. She tastes like alcohol and something else; A sweeter taste that is so quintessentially Bae.
Just as Bae can feel the sharp points of Kronii's fangs pressing against her, she inhales the scent of her friend.
Her own fangs, shorter but thicker and more numerous, threaten to clash against Kronii's as her tongue slips into her mouth. It's a strange, intimate form of competition. Silent, tactile. A kind of debate playing out in the space between them.
But they aren't kissing. No no. Friends don't kiss, especially not in this manner. Cause while kissing your homies goodnight is fine, making out your homie is pretty damn gay.
Rather, this is just an elevated, more strategic level of their impromptu wrestling. A battle of wills fought with tongues and teeth. It's a test of endurance, a challenge to see who will break first.
And Bae, with her wild energy and refusal to back down, has no intention of losing.
She matches Kronii's intensity, her hands tangling in the indigo hair, her body arching upwards to meet her. Managing to pull away, she trails messy, open-mouthed kisses along Kronii's jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin. Teeth graze just enough to leave a faint mark. She feels the sharp intake of breath, the slight tremor that runs through the Warden's body.
"Fuck, bro. You trying to get into my pants or something?" Kronii breathes, her grip on Bae's hips tightening, composure finally beginning to fray. Her tail lashes at nothing in particular, the tip smacking against the bed frame with a dull thud.
Bae's laugh is a low, throaty rumble against Kronii's neck. "Maybe," she purrs, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin just below Kronii's ear. "Or maybe I'm just proving a point." She pulls back just enough to meet Kronii's gaze, her own eyes dark with an unholy mix of mischief and desire. "Your move, Time Warden."
The noise outside has faded into a distant murmur, irrelevant to the charged atmosphere in the room. The light fixture above continues its slow, hypnotic dance, painting shifting patterns on their intertwined bodies.
With a sharp gasp, Kronii's hands move from her hips to her face, pulling Bae back in for another kiss. This one is different. It's less about competition and more about... something else.
It's deeper, slower, a deliberate exploration that leaves Bae breathless and wanting more. Her forked tongue explores Bae's mouth, curling around her own thicker, shorter tongue.
The battle isn't over, but the rules have changed. The objective is no longer to win, but to feel, to taste, to claim.
Everything narrows down to the sensation of Kronii's lips on hers, the taste of alcohol, the feeling of her hands on her face, holding Bae close as if she's afraid she might disappear.
But Bae doesn't need to be held close. She isn't going anywhere. Not when she's so close to winning.
She wants to win. She wants to show Kronii that she isn't just some predictable little chaos demon. She's a force of unimaginable power, a storm that can't be contained or forecasted.
It's as though her body wants to coil into Kronii. She bends a leg to gain leverage, not realizing until too late that said leg is settled between Kronii's.
All that focus and determination is gone when she hears a soft, almost silent gasp escape from Kronii. The Warden is breathing heavily, her body trembling slightly. The scent of alcohol is still there, but it's been overshadowed by something else. Something musky and intoxicating.
Bae rarely hears this side of the warden. Hell, she's sure Kronii doesn't even gets to hear this part of her. The vulnerable, desperate part of her that's usually hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and stoicism.
And Bae wants to hear more.
She rocks her hips, the movement deliberate and intentional. Another gasp, then heat radiating onto her leg.
As if she's in a trance, Kronii nudges them closer, rocking against the shorter girl's thigh. Her movements are slow, almost hesitant at first. She's testing the waters, trying to gauge Bae's reaction.
But Bae is all in. She's not just testing the waters; she's diving in headfirst.
She kisses her again, her tongue delving into Kronii's mouth with a newfound confidence. Hands roam, exploring the curves and contours of Kronii's body. She feels the shiver, and it only encourages her more. Her hand dips lower, tracing the hem of her shirt, her fingers just barely grazing the skin beneath.
Her hands are shaking. Both of theirs are.
It's so intoxicating, the feeling of power, the thrill of the unknown. She's in uncharted territory, but she's not scared. She's exhilarated.
"God, Bae..." Kronii moans into her mouth, her voice a strained whisper. The words are a surrender, a crack in her carefully constructed facade.
She's not just the Warden of Time; She's a woman needing intimacy and release, and she's unraveling at the seams.
The sound of her name, spoken with such raw need, triggers Bae's own wanton desire. She pulls back slightly, her eyes locking onto Kronii's. Indigo now dark with lust, but there's something else there too. A vulnerability that Bae has never seen before.
"Dude, your voice is so hot" Bae whispers, voice husky with her own arousal. "Say it again."
"F-fuck no..." Kronii manages to get out, pride making a last stand. "You're- hah.... being fruity." She gasps out, her hips beginning to set a steady rhythm. "And I ain't no fruit."
"Keep telling yourself that, big guy," Bae retorts, her grin widening.
She rocks her hips in response, meeting Kronii's movements with an equally steady rhythm. The friction is exquisite, a delicious torture that leaves them both wanting more.
Each time Bae grinds her toned thighs against Kronii's apex, she hears the taller girl breathe her name in a choked gasp. And it's her name. Not "dude," not "bro," but “Bae”. The real her, the one that's currently pinned against a very horny Warden of Time.
Bae's own body responds, a warmth spreading through her, pooling in her core. She can feel her own arousal, the dampness that's soaking through her underwear. She's so turned on it's almost painful, but she's determined to hold on, to draw this out as long as possible. She wants to see Kronii completely undone, to hear her beg for release.
"Y-you think you got this in the bag, don't you, rat?" Kronii pants, her control finally slipping. The question hangs in the air, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control. A poor attempt at a deflection. She's losing the battle, and she knows it.
"Got what in the bag?" Bae teases, her hands roaming up Kronii's sides, tracing the curve of her waist. "I'm just, unhh, getting comfy." She punctuates her words with a particularly hard grind, her thigh pressing firmly against Kronii's clothed clit.
"Nghhh!" Kronii cries out, her back arching, her body trembling. Her hands, which were previously holding Bae's face, now grip her shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of her shirt. "Stop- stop teasing me, d-dickhead."
"Or what?" Bae challenges, her voice a low growl. "What are you gonna do about it, Kronster?" She knows she's playing with fire, but she can't help herself. She loves seeing Kronii like this, so desperate and wanting.
Pressing harder against Kronii's apex, her own slick heat is making a mess of her inner thighs. The room feels hot, the smell of their mixed arousal mingling with the faint scent of fruity alcohol. The fan blades shift patterns of shadows on their tangled limbs.
Something breaks in the taller woman. A strangled moan escapes Kronii's lips, her hips bucking wildly. "Bae- c'mon," she begs, her voice cracking. Her composure is completely gone, replaced by a raw, primal need. The usual stoic Warden melts away as she's on the verge of an orgasm, desperate for release.
The words are music to Bae's ears. She's won. She's broken through Kronii's defenses, laid her bare, and exposed the vulnerable woman beneath the powerful facade.
Her knees push Kronii's legs open, wider and wider, the friction intensifying. Each roll of her hips is more desperate than the last, a frantic ploy for power. A triumphant smirk beams across her face, eyes dancing with mischief.
"Look at you," Bae whispers, her breath hot against Kronii's ear. "So needy."
Kronii's breath hitches, her body tensing. "N-no..." she whimpers, but her hips betray her, grinding down harder against Bae's thigh. She's so close, her body on the verge of exploding.
"Yes," Bae purrs, her tongue tracing the shell of Kronii's ear. "You're close, aren't you? Just let go."
"Nuh uh. S'not- not fair," The taller girl whimpers. "You're- ngh... doing something."
"Doing what?" Bae feigns innocence, her smile widening. "Am I not allowed to move now?" There it is again, another particularly sharp grind. The resulting gasp is a victory cry in her ears. "Is that against your rules, OwO Kwonii?"
With a final, desperate cry, Kronii shatters. Her body convulses, muscles tightening around Bae's thigh as the waves of pleasure crash over her. Her hands clutch at Bae's shoulders, head thrown back as her lips part in a silent scream. She bucks wildly against the redhead.
Bae holds her close, her own body buzzing with arousal. She watches Kronii unravel, a feeling of power and pride swelling in her chest. She did this. She reduced the almighty Warden of Time to a quivering, whimpering mess.
Taking advantage of the exposed skin, she drags tongue across her body, savoring the sweat and heartbeat against her face.
As the tremors subside, Kronii collapses onto Bae, her body limp and exhausted. Her breathing is ragged, face buried in the crook of Bae's neck. For a while, they just lay there, basking in the aftermath.
Then, with a surprising burst of energy, Kronii grabs the smaller girl's face with her hands. "Hey, what the fuck was that?" The words are a hoarse whisper, voice raw.
"You're the one who started this, homie wreckerrr," Bae barks, breath catching as Kronii's thumb brushes against her lip. Her own arousal is still thrumming, a settling ache between her legs.
"You're the one who kissed me, jackass" Kronii counters, her eyes darting down to where here hand meets Bae's lips. "And! YOU'RE the one who was trying touch my dick!"
"Was I?" Bae challenges, a sly grin on her face. "Or was I just showing you who's boss?"
"You wish," Kronii scoffs, but there's no heat in her words. She's too drained to put up a fight. Instead, she just leans in and captures Bae's lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It's a stark contrast to their earlier kisses, a gentle exploration that speaks volumes.
As they pull away, Kronii's gaze drifts downwards, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "You're... not done, are you?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. The question hangs in the air, a fragile vulnerability that Bae hasn't seen in an eternity.
The smirk on Bae's face melts away, replaced by a soft, genuine smile. "No," she admits, her own tenderness showing through. "Unless you want us to?"
An appreciative hum leaves Kronii's lips as she traces a line of kisses down Bae's jawline, her hands beginning to explore again. This time, her movements are less about power and more about pleasure, not for herself, but for Bae.
When she pulls back, the gentle expression on her face has returned to the competitive, cocky grin Bae is all too familiar with.
"Well, if you're gonna be a whiny little bitch about not finishing, guess I should help you out," she teases, her hands sliding under Bae's shirt, her touch sending shivers down her spine.
Bae's breath hitches as Kronii's fingers trace the curve of her waist, her hips arching upwards in response. "Shut up," she demands, her voice a low growl. "Whatcha gonna do about it aways, you selfish prick."
With a soft chuckle, Kronii obliges, her mouth finding the sensitive skin of Bae's neck. She nips and sucks, her teeth leaving a trail of marks that will surely be visible tomorrow. Her hands continue their exploration, her touch growing bolder with each passing second.
Courage courses through her veins, fingers inching higher, ghosting over the underside of Bae's bra. A shaky breath escapes Bae's lips as she arches into the touch, a silent plea for more.
Kronii is nothing if not resourceful with her opportunities. With a burst of strength, she flips them over again, her body pinning Bae's to the bed. Her legs jam themselves against the back Bae's knees and hook inward, trapping the defenseless redhead.
"I'm gonna make you beg," Kronii purrs, her lips hovering just above Bae's. "I'm gonna make you scream until your throat is raw. I'm gonna make you forget your own name as you only cry out mine."
And with that, she crushes her lips against Bae's once more, her kiss a hungry, demanding creature. She nips at her bottom lip, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. Hands are everywhere, tugging at the hem of Bae's sweatpants. Her hips continue their relentless rhythm, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through Bae's body.
But Bae is not one to be outdone. She meets Kronii's passion with her own, her hands fisting in the indigo hair. She grinds her hips up, meeting Kronii's movements with an equally ferocious intensity. The kiss devolves into a messy clash of tongues and teeth, a battle for dominance that neither is willing to concede.
Bae's shirt and bra are next to go, discarded in a heap on the floor. Skin on skin, the heat between them is almost unbearable. Kronii's mouth trails down, her tongue flicking against every inch of exposed skin. She takes a nipple into her mouth, her teeth scraping against the sensitive bud. Bae cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hands tangling in the sheets.
"Fuck, Kronii..." she moans, her voice a breathless plea. "Ca-careful..."
Kronii smirks against her skin, her satisfaction palpable. She's regained the upper hand, and she's not about waste such prime opportunity.
She continues peppering kisses down Bae's torso, allowing her teeth to tease against the shorter girl's abs. A low, throaty laugh escapes her as Bae's stomach trembles, the muscles jumping with anticipation.
"You're so sensitive," Kronii murmurs, her lips ghosting over the waistband of Bae's sweatpants. "I wonder how you'll sound when I..." She pauses, her fingers hooking into the fabric.
"Shut up," Bae pants, her hips bucking upwards. "Just do it."
"Good progress on the abs, by the way. Looks sharper than before."
"You notice? Fucking perv-ahhh!" She yelps, hips bucking as Kronii uses that split second of distraction to tug her pants down.
The cool night air hits her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between her legs. Kronii takes a moment to admire her work, and how stunning her friend looks against her sheets. Each red mark from her mouth as evidence of her victory, Bae's crimson hair fanning out like a halo against her pillow. A divine, celestial being.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she positions herself between Bae's legs, her hands gently parting her thighs. She takes a moment to just look, to appreciate the sight before her. Bae's slick folds dampens her panties, a tantalizing invitation to take them off and see what's behind.
"Well, would you look at that," Kronii breathes, her voice a husky whisper. "Thought you only wore black?"
Bae's response is a click of her tongue, head tilting away to hide her growing blush, "I can rock other colors, you ass."
"Mmhm," Kronii hums, her finger tracing the lacy hem of the maroon panties. "Matches your hair...and personality." She leans in, her tongue darting out to taste the damp fabric. The taste of Bae's arousal is intoxicating, a sweet, musky flavor that makes her head spin.
"You talk too much," Bae grumbles, her hands fisting in Kronii's hair, pulling her closer. "Less talking, more... you know."
"You know," Kronii's eyes hold a mischievous glint as she hooks her fingers into the waistband. She drags it down, licking her fangs at the trail of honey that follows. "You sure talk big game for someone with a snake trying to them, little rat."
The panties are discarded, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Now, nothing stands between Bae's most intimate parts and Kronii's ever so observant eyes.
While the anticipation is thrilling, being on the receiving end of what she did to Kronii is quite embarrassing. A small part of Bae's mind throws a small tantrum, hating the taste of her own medicine.
"Beautiful...," Kronii murmurs, words a stark contrast to her usual taunts. She doesn't give Bae a chance to respond, a quiet hum vibrating as her tongue delves into Bae's wet heat.
A choked gasp escapes Bae's lips as Kronii's tongue explores her, the long, forked tips a completely new, and frankly very strange, sensation. Kronii moves it with a curiously delicate touch.
Each flicker explores a different part of her. One moment, it traces the outline of her clit, the other, it delves deeper, collecting her slick. Two perfectly manicured fingers join, giving attention to whatever part her mouth misses.
The warden uses the split as an instrument of pleasure, each tip moving with a mind of its own, yet working in perfect harmony with her hand. The sensation overtakes all of Bae's senses, even with its thinner shape. She can feel every flick, every swirl, every movement. The sheer novelty of it all is overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that leaves her breathless and wanting more.
"Why don't you be a good girl and keep riding my fingers?"
"Go fuck yourself, Ouro Kronii." Bae gasps, her body arching off the bed. "I'd rather die."
"Aww, is that a challenge?" Kronii chuckles, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "Cause you know I love a good challenge."
A strangled moan escapes her lips as Kronii's tongue settles on her clit. Long, slender fingers slide inside of her, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm. The combination of tongue and fingers is exquisite, a delicious torture that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"You-mmmf- you piece of shit. Why are you, ahhh, so good at this?"
Bae's hips buck upwards, her body seeking more of that intoxicating pleasure. Her hands, which were previously fisted at her side, grab into dark blue locks. She's so close, her body on the verge of exploding, but Kronii seems to be enjoying this just as much as she is.
A kind of smugness she must beat out her partner later.
"Kronii," she whimpers, her voice a strained whisper, "please."
"Haha. Now look who's begging," Kronii murmurs against her, her voice a low, husky purr that sends shivers down Bae's spine. She doesn't stop her movements, her fingers curling inside Bae, hitting that sweet spot that makes her see stars.
“Kronii!!”
A gentle drip of nectar coats her hand as Bae quivers and pulses around her. Sensations of her warmth, both in touch and moans, feel like a reward Kronii doesn't know she needs.
"I hate you so much right now," Bae pants when she comes down from her high. "I'm gonna get you back for this. So... so bad."
"I'm looking forward to it," Kronii purrs, her tongue swirling around Bae's clit once more. "But for now, let's just call this," she pulls her fingers out, admiring the shine of Bae's pleasure in her hands, "a draw."
Bae doesn't respond, her body too wracked with pleasure to form a coherent thought. She just lays there, her chest heaving, her mind a blank slate. The world outside has faded into a distant murmur, irrelevant to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
After a few moments, Kronii crawls up the bed, her body hovering over Bae's. She leans in, her lips capturing Bae's in a slow, lingering kiss. The taste of her own arousal on Kronii's lips is intoxicating, a potent reminder of what just transpired.
"You're such an ass," Bae mumbles against her lips, her hands wrapping around Kronii's neck, pulling her closer.
"And you're a brat," Kronii retorts, but there's no heat in her words. She's too spent to put up a fight. Instead, she just deepens the kiss, her tongue delving into Bae's mouth with a newfound tenderness.
The kiss is slow and sensual, filled with both the known and hidden love they have for each other. The warmth of their bodies together feels perfect. Molded pieces of the universe that are meant to settle together. Sex-induced sweat sticks them together like glue as they continue to kiss.
It's sweet. It's sexy. It's an inferno of lust. It's a dance of affection and love. Because, even though unsaid, Bae loves Kronii, and Kronii loves Bae.
Even so-
They are both definitely, 100%, absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, not being gay about this. Not. At. All. Never.
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Okay, maybe just a little bit.