Butch In The Streets

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: EDM

Ships: fem!Skrillmau5

Warnings: none, this is just lesbian porn

With all her fame and power and very well-organized system of lesbian booty calls, even Joelle Zimmerman can find herself in something of a dry spell when the urge arises in her. Out of her five potential LA hookups, one had to work late that night, one was stuck babysitting for her sister, and the other three just didn’t answer Jo’s texts. Talk about bad luck. 

But whatever. Jo’s got game and she knows it. And besides, this isn’t the worst bar she could have wound up in, anyway. The beer is slightly upward of decent and the music isn’t half-bad. Some kind of electronic act, Jo’s pretty sure she saw the name Sunny and the Blood Monkeys in a few places but she has no idea who the hell they are. The music isn’t why she’s here, though, even if it’s good.

“Kiss your son, now kiss your Bible.”

For a gay bar, there are surprisingly few hot girls mingling around who seem to acknowledge her existence. And she gets it, there’s probably cooler shit in the LA scene than some wiry Canadian butch with so much stage fright she has to hide under a mouse helmet, but come on. Not one girl has so much as tried to drunkenly kiss her, and it probably doesn’t help that Jo’s type tends to fall around a one or two on the Kinsey scale at best and why the hell do actual straight girls even come to gay bars, anyway? No, she isn’t interested in being a third. Or your experiment. And she isn’t signing your fucking shirt either, Deadmau5 is trying to score some pussy right now, come to the next signing event.

For a long moment, it feels like all hope is lost- the band has stopped playing, and the crowd is starting to thin as the night winds down. But then a girl with long black hair sidles up to the barstool next to Jo and sits, and her black-polished nails clack against the bar loudly as she tries to get the bartender’s attention. When he turns, her voice comes out low and husky. 

“A Modelo, and whatever the dyke next to me wants.”

Jo’s eyes widen as she turns to face the girl, then glance toward the bartender. She’s already feeling a pleasant buzz and she hasn’t quite finished off the glass in her hand. She shakes her head. 

“I’m done drinking for the night,” Jo says, politely, then turns to the girl. “But I’ll have your name.”

“Sunny,” she answers, smiling as she cracks her beer. “Yours?”

“Joelle. Jo for short.”

“Wanna get out of here, Jo?”

Jo’s hotel isn’t a long walk from the bar, thankfully. She’s pretty sure Sunny’s sober enough to drive if it was, but it’s like a block away, and the walk there is enough time to sort of get to know each other. Sunny talks about the LA music scene, Jo talks about how rough touring is. Sunny laughs.

“I know how it is, trust me. You ever done Warped Tour in a van with a bunch of high-testosterone jackass cis dudes? That’s what’s rough.”

“Warped Tour?” Jo’s almost interested, but mostly eying the hotel doors like a goalpost.

“Yeah. You know From First To Last? ”

“I think my friend Tammy dragged me to one of their shows.” Jo shrugs noncommittally. “Thought they were okay, the frontman would have been cuter if he was a chick.”

“Funny coincidence, I thought so too."

Almost the moment the door is shut, Joelle finds herself shoved against it, Sunny’s hands on her hips and lips pressed to her neck, leaving smudges of black lipstick in her wake. Jo tilts her head up and moans, one hand lowering to push up Sunny’s dress and grip at her ass. It’s soft and plush, a decent handful hidden underneath the lacy black fabric. Sunny moans against Jo’s throat. 

“Fuck- just let me make you feel good, Jo,” Sunny breathes out, her hands pushing up the lower edges of Jo’s shirt. “Don’t even touch me.”

Jo groans, but she gives in to demand. She gets why Sunny doesn’t want to be touched. Her hard-on is pressed right up against Jo’s thigh, though, and it’s a little bit impossible not to think about having it inside her. It wouldn’t be the same as a strap, for sure, but she’d take it all the same if Sunny would let her; it’s too bad she has other plans. 

Sunny pushes Jo’s tight shirt up her torso and works a thumb under the band of her sports bra, bringing it up over her small breasts. They’re not really demanding of a bra at all, sort of small and wide-set, and her nipples are about as unremarkable, resembling mosquito bites more than tits. But before Jo can start to feel self-conscious about it, which she usually doesn’t until she’s in bed, Sunny latches onto them like a piranha. She suckles on the little pink nubs, sort of soft and gentle and delicate, laves her tongue over them in just the right way that makes Jo whimper with need. She runs a hand up through Sunny’s wavy black hair, guides her movement as she switches from one breast to the other, repeating her motions. Joelle croaks out a broken moan.

“Sunny.”

“Hi, princess.” Sunny smirks from her position between Jo’s breasts, eyes half-lidded and clearly proud of the dark lipstick rings she’s left around her nipples. “What do you say we get those pants off you?”

Jo doesn’t know what to say to that, so she doesn’t think of anything. Instead, she grabs Sunny by the hair and pulls her up, smashes their lips together. Sunny kisses back, sloppy and still tasting of beer, and as their tongues dance Joelle manages to push Sunny toward the hotel bed. By the time they’ve reached the foot of it, though, Sunny has caught on to Jo’s little trick, and she manages to spin them around and press Joelle down against the mattress, laughing half-drunkenly as she trails kisses down her throat, hands slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans.

“Don’t try and get the one-up on me, Jo. You’re gonna lay back and take it like a good girl for me, okay?”

The words feel so sickly-sweet, almost hypnotic as they roll off Sunny’s tongue, and Joelle can’t help but shudder as she hears them. Good girl. She bites her lip to stifle the little moan that escapes her as Sunny’s hand slides into her boxers, long polished nails scratching half-teasingly at the thin hairs of her mound. Sunny nibbles into Jo’s collarbone just hard enough to grab her attention, a stern look conveyed through lust-filled eyes gazing up at her from under messy bangs.

“C’mon, Jo, answer me. You gonna be a good girl?”

A soft whine escapes Jo as she nods. “Y-Yeah-”

“Mm. Say it properly.” Sunny’s fingers tease a little lower as she kisses the Space Invader inked onto Joelle’s neck. “ Yes ma’am.”

Jo swallows harshly as Sunny’s hand dips lower, her fingers rubbing slow, small circles over her clit. Her wet cunt nearly throbs with need, clenching around nothing as her hips tilt, unconsciously, upward into Sunny’s touch. 

“ Yes, ma’am. ”

A low, breathy chuckle escapes Sunny, and her lips dart upward again to catch Jo’s in a sloppy kiss. It’s open and wet and with far too much tongue, kind of like how straight girls in clubs do it when they know their boyfriends are watching. It makes Jo feel fucking dirty, but god, she kind of likes it when she knows it’s not just for a man’s entertainment, and she reciprocates, feeling sort of clumsy and clueless as her tongue clashes against Sunny’s, but it doesn’t last all that long. Sunny pulls away from her lips, and her stubby little fingers travel just a little lower, running teasingly across Jo’s slit, spreading her wetness. Jo whimpers out in anticipation. 

“Sunny, please. ”

Sunny chuckles lowly at Jo’s desperation as she plunges two fingers inside her. Jo’s mouth falls open, a shaky gasp escaping her as she shudders at the feeling of being penetrated. Sunny’s lips catch hers, swallowing Jo’s moans as her fingers curl inside her, brushing deliciously against her sensitive walls and sending coursing waves of pleasure through her body. Jo’s arms find their way around Sunny’s neck, fists bunching the fabric of her dress. The lace between her fingers is delicate, intricate; for a moment she’s almost worried about gripping too tight and damaging the dress, but then Sunny’s fingers press into her in just the right way to make her forget about it all, shuddering with delight and moaning out.

“ Oh- fuck, right there, Sunny-”

“Yeah, baby?” Sunny coos, repeating the motion, rubbing against just the right spot again, and again, pulling from Jo an obscene groan. Jo’s head falls back against the hotel pillows. 

“Fuck, Sunny, don’t stop.”

Sunny smirks at that, works her fingers in and out of Jo’s tight, wet heat just a little more roughly, watching in awe as the butch below writhes under her touch. Sunny’s free hand, initially propping herself against the bed, begins to explore Jo’s bare skin, running across her chest and holding her flush against the pure white bedsheets, hand cupping her breast. Still working her fingers inside her, with the other hand Sunny lazily rolls the bud of Jo’s nipple, relishing in the high, needy whine that leaves the butch, the way her leg twitches a little and presses tighter against Sunny’s wrist as her inner walls shudder. 

“Such a good girl for me…” Sunny sighs, pressing a kiss to Jo’s other breast, licking over the peak. Her eyes, half-lidded and hazy with lust, flit upward to meet Jo’s gaze. She’s flushed a ruddy pink as she takes the bud into her mouth and sucks gently, her fingers curling pleasurably inside of Jo. She relishes just a little in the way Jo cries out in pleasure, the minute twitch of her thighs, how her cunt clenches around Sunny’s fingers when they crook just so inside her. Jo makes a sound closer to a sob than anything, and Sunny presses into her a little harder, and Jo rocks her hips against her with her need, her mouth falling open almost obscenely as she moans. Sunny trails kisses along her torso, working her through her pleasure, until slowly, Jo’s body falls slack against the bed, her breaths coming out hot and heavy. 

Wordless, Sunny lets her fingers slip gradually from Jo’s heat, rubbing a couple lazy circles over her clit before letting her hand fully escape her pants, trailing wetness up Jo’s stomach. Sunny waits for Jo to look up at her again, still panting and flushed red-hot, before slowly, she takes her fingers into her mouth and licks them clean.

Jo groans low in her throat, then lets her head fall back against the pillow, her chest rising and falling in an almost ragged manner. Sunny chuckles and makes even more a show of licking her fingers clean, her mouth pulling off of them with a wet pop before she wipes them dry against the bedsheets. Almost as an afterthought, she reaches up to pull Jo’s bra back down over her tits, then adjusts her shirt to cover that.

“You sure you don’t want me to suck your dick?” Jo asks, after she’s finally caught her breath- mostly, anyway. She can still feel Sunny’s hard-on pressed into her thigh.

“I’m positive,” Sunny chirps, finger tracing lines over Jo’s stomach. “If you want to do me a favor, you can let me stay the night. I’ll be gone before you’re up.”

“I wouldn’t mind some company.” Jo nods her head toward the notepad on the nightstand. “But you’ll leave your number before you go, right?”