Linde_Fish-Way (existTtrace_fans) все записи автора Я прямо охухела:)))) Правда, фик на английском, но.....думаю там и так все понятно:)

Title: Vocal
Author: bitterwhitejam
Pairing: Omi/Jyo
Fandom: exist†trace
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bad smut-writing, oral sex, language
Word Count: 370
Synopsis: When Omi would touch her, Jyo would unconsciously purr softly. When Omi would kiss her, Jyo would softly moan. And in more intimate situations, when Jyo was reduced to moaning uncontrollably, Omi knew she was doing something right.

Jyo was naturally vocal. Made sense, considering she was the vocalist, but she was vocal in more ways then just singing. She was constantly making some type of noise, from humming softly to mumbling to herself while concentrating, to doing sound effects. When Omi would touch her, Jyo would unconsciously purr softly. When Omi would kiss her, Jyo would softly moan. And in more intimate situations, when Jyo was reduced to moaning uncontrollably, Omi knew she was doing something right.

Jyo spread her legs a bit more, thighs quivering beneath one of the guitarist’s palms as she twirled her tongue about the soft mound of flesh and Jyo let out a deep long groan that Omi was sure her neighbors were hearing. Fingers gently prying the soft lips of flesh apart, and Omi’s tongue snaked out to trace random patters onto the quivering pink flesh as Jyo’s head trashed on the mattress and her toes curled against the edge of the bed. Omi shifted on her knees, sucking lightly, making Jyo scream out and the guitarist pulled back to smile up at her lover.

Jyo’s face was flushed a delicate pink, sweat making her peroxide blonde bangs stick to her forehead as she panted, tiny nipples pert and pointing to the ceiling. “Fuck, Omi, please…” Jyo whispered, voice trembling. “Please…”

Finger gently tracing her entrance, teasing, pressing but not pushing and Jyo let out a loud groan as she arched her body lewdly onto Omi’s finger. The shorter-haired woman grinned and stood, her legs feeling a bit wobbly from being on her knees for an extended amount of time. She crawled onto the bed, body brushing the vocalist’s and making them both groan softly.

“What do you want, baby?” Omi whispered once she was face-to-face with the blonde, a teasing smile on her lips. She bent down, her lips brushing Jyo’s as she spoke and the vocalist opened her mouth pleadingly. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. I want you,” Jyo panted desperately. She lifted her arms and wrapped them about Omi’s shoulders, pulling their bodies flush and raising aroused groans from the guitarist. “I want you to fuck me,” she groaned.

And when Omi did, Jyo screamed.