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Sucker Punch fic: Shared (Babydoll/Sweetpea/Rocket)
I've been doing some writing at the Sucker Punch Kink Meme lately, so be sure to drop by, add some prompts, and write some porn.
Title: Shared
Fandom: Sucker Punch
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,422
Characters/Pairings: Babydoll/Sweetpea/Rocket
Summary: Written for a prompt at the Sucker Punch Kink Meme. When Sweetpea sees Rocket and Babydoll together, she's jealous. Then she's just intrigued.
Sweetpea had seen how Rocket looked at the new girl. How Babydoll looked back. It was all so chintzy, so puppy love. Sweetpea would've thought the brothel, not to mention having her for a sister, would've knocked that out of Rocket a while back. But no, she and Babydoll kept pulling together and talking and… sometimes when Babydoll danced, Sweetpea could see Rocket tapping her toes. That was the worst, for some reason. That they wanted to dance together. How sometimes Babydoll would meet Rocket's eyes with her own and whatever weird nutzo place Babydoll went when she danced, she was pulling Rocket along.
Sweetpea was just going in the back for a cigarette, one of the little hideyholes Blue probably knew about but let them have, when she saw them. Babydoll was spread against the wall like she was finishing a dance, Rocket between her legs and against her body, working against her so feverishly sweat trickled down her back. It was a side of her Sweetpea had never seen before – Rocket liked to be demure, to have someone else calling the shots and showing her what to do. To have her big sister showing her what to do.
"What are you doing?" Sweetpea asked. "What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded.
Babydoll just stared with that unnerving centeredness of hers, while Rocket looked back frantically. She was looking at Sweetpea but also at the door, the open door that anyone could see through. Sweetpea knocked it shut with her foot.
"Get off my sister, you fucking whackjob." She grabbed Rocket by the wrist and physically pulled her away. Rocket came against her body and Sweetpea could feel how her muscles were packed up and Babydoll's clean-soap-new scent was all over her and her eyes were still lit up with sex.
Babydoll stood there, leaning against the wall. Her clothes were askew, but it seemed to highlight what wasn't shown, where Rocket's fingers had been. And her hair was disheveled, but in an artistic way—it framed her kiss-swollen lips and the blush of her cheeks.
"What'd she do?" Sweetpea demanded of Rocket.
"Nothing," Rocket said, at the same time Babydoll said "I kissed her back."
Sweetpea bit her lip until she was sure blood would come and it still didn't calm her. She had to stop before she maimed herself, so she spoke: "You kissed her? Just like that? This cheap little trick strolls in and you can't keep your legs shut for two days?"
"It's not like that!" Rocket protested. "She's really sweet. She—she's like you."
"Nobody's like me, sis. She's just another twist. Probably gets off on it, being a whore. Gets off on men and women. Bet she'd spread for anyone."
Babydoll said nothing. She was so quiet. Sweetpea hated that. A girl should speak up for herself, how many times had she told Rocket that? And she looked good quiet, damn her, those eyes like they had the mystery of the universe somewhere in the irises, that hair and that body, like a Harley just waiting to be revved up. Sweetpea went by the blood roaring in her veins. She jammed her body into Babydoll's like a switchblade and kissed her hard.
When she pulled back, Babydoll let herself make a noise. She panted, once, trailing off into a kind of shudder. Her eyes closed and opened, taking in both sisters.
"See?" Sweetpea asked. "That's just the way she likes it." Sweetpea had one hand at Babydoll's throat, where she'd planted it during the kiss, and now the other one wound around Rocket and pulled them together. "Rocket's mine, you hear me? I know how you'd hurt her and you can't."
"I just wanted…" Babydoll began uncertainly. "I wanted some of what you had. A family."
"Sweetpea, c'mon, look at her." Rocket wove her fingers in Sweetpea's hair like when they were girls, stroking it gently. "She's like me. She needs… she needs you."
Sweetpea wanted to stay mad, to finally give Babydoll the boot, but Rocket was kissing her neck and unbuttoning her blouse and she couldn't fucking think while that was happening, much less play queen bee. With something of a growl, she grabbed Babydoll's perfect golden locks and forced her to her knees. She thought of those long, lovely legs skinned a little and felt a little better at letting Rocket have her way.
"Alright, buttercup," Sweetpea said, letting Rocket undress her all the way. "You wanna fuck my sister? You better know what you're doing."
"I'll show you," Babydoll promised quietly. "Both of you."
Rocket barely had Sweetpea's panties pulled down before Babydoll's lips took their place. Sweetpea gasped at the first touch—it was like Babydoll knew exactly where a tongue should be. But she didn't dare let the blonde know that. She pulled Rocket up from trying to get her panties down her legs and kissed her so hard she almost thought her little sister would break. But Rocket could take a lot, apparently. She cooed deep in her chest and put one hand in Sweetpea's hair and the other in Babydoll's, feeling the difference, connected to both.
Babydoll was vigorous but not rough in her ministrations, her hair tousling this way and that as her mouth worked at Sweetpea. She wasn't kneeling, more like nuzzling at Sweetpea's legs. Both arms were wrapped around Sweetpea's thighs, but as Rocket stepped in to kiss Sweetpea more thoroughly, her hands brushing over Sweetpea's torso just the way they liked, Babydoll wanted more. Her hand landed on the back of Rocket's knee, finding it already slick with sweat. The hand Rocket had in her hair petted her scalp encouragingly. Babydoll's hand slid upward, feeling the crisp muscle underneath the silken skin of Rocket's thigh. Then she reached Rocket's ass. When she squeezed, her fingers sunk a little into soft flesh, and Rocket moaned over her.
A sudden curiosity gripped Babydoll, and she brought her other hand to Sweetpea's hip. The other woman didn't seem to mind as Babydoll groped her. She found Sweetpea's ass to be perfectly sized and trim with muscle. Curiosity satisfied, Babydoll lowered her hand to her crotch. Rocket's pleased willingness and the power of Sweetpea had brought her to a boil. And as she touched herself, Babydoll slid a finger into Rocket's wanting sex. The sigh she let loose spoke for both of them.
Above her, Sweetpea plundered Rocket's mouth and body as her eager victim grinded down on Babydoll's fingers. They were losing themselves in the sex, moving faster and faster in their own little orbits. It was like a dance. They just had to follow the music.
Sweetpea came first. She finally managed to open her eyes against her pleasure and see the scenario she'd arranged… Rocket in her arms, head thrown back in ecstasy, neck bared to any combination of lips and teeth Sweetpea had for her… and Babydoll, infuriating, amazing Babydoll, clinging to Sweetpea's leg like a conquered harlot on a pulp magazine cover, her mouth conducting an electrical current to Sweetpea's cunt and her eyes looking up, finally darkened with lust, finally closing as Sweetpea fed Babydoll her orgasm. Sweetpea would've fallen on her ass if not for Rocket bearing her down to the floor, Babydoll following her down, licking the residue from every inch of her groin.
Rocket was next. Babydoll fell upon her with starving interest, tasting her arousal and devouring every drop of it. The third time Babydoll dragged Rocket's clit through her teeth, she'd had enough. She shrieked into Sweetpea's neck like a kid on a roller coaster.
Babydoll followed fast. Sweetpea refused to rest on her laurels. She pulled the blonde up to her and showed her how she'd made Rocket come for all these years, her fingers straight and unyielding, her teeth worrying at Babydoll's breasts like a rabid beast. And Rocket helped, because that was the way it was supposed to be—Sweetpea on top and Rocket on bottom, and Babydoll somewhere in the middle.
"Okay," Sweetpea said, when Babydoll had barely recovered from her orgasm. She herself was out of breath, her heart running roughshod from having fucked Babydoll right after she'd practically exploded. "You can date my sister. But if you break her heart, I'm gonna… throw you through a window or something."
Babydoll answered by kissing Rocket deeply. Sweetpea pulled her clothes to her and got out her cigarette and matches. At the very least, it would taste a lot better now.
Title: Shared
Fandom: Sucker Punch
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,422
Characters/Pairings: Babydoll/Sweetpea/Rocket
Summary: Written for a prompt at the Sucker Punch Kink Meme. When Sweetpea sees Rocket and Babydoll together, she's jealous. Then she's just intrigued.
Sweetpea had seen how Rocket looked at the new girl. How Babydoll looked back. It was all so chintzy, so puppy love. Sweetpea would've thought the brothel, not to mention having her for a sister, would've knocked that out of Rocket a while back. But no, she and Babydoll kept pulling together and talking and… sometimes when Babydoll danced, Sweetpea could see Rocket tapping her toes. That was the worst, for some reason. That they wanted to dance together. How sometimes Babydoll would meet Rocket's eyes with her own and whatever weird nutzo place Babydoll went when she danced, she was pulling Rocket along.
Sweetpea was just going in the back for a cigarette, one of the little hideyholes Blue probably knew about but let them have, when she saw them. Babydoll was spread against the wall like she was finishing a dance, Rocket between her legs and against her body, working against her so feverishly sweat trickled down her back. It was a side of her Sweetpea had never seen before – Rocket liked to be demure, to have someone else calling the shots and showing her what to do. To have her big sister showing her what to do.
"What are you doing?" Sweetpea asked. "What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded.
Babydoll just stared with that unnerving centeredness of hers, while Rocket looked back frantically. She was looking at Sweetpea but also at the door, the open door that anyone could see through. Sweetpea knocked it shut with her foot.
"Get off my sister, you fucking whackjob." She grabbed Rocket by the wrist and physically pulled her away. Rocket came against her body and Sweetpea could feel how her muscles were packed up and Babydoll's clean-soap-new scent was all over her and her eyes were still lit up with sex.
Babydoll stood there, leaning against the wall. Her clothes were askew, but it seemed to highlight what wasn't shown, where Rocket's fingers had been. And her hair was disheveled, but in an artistic way—it framed her kiss-swollen lips and the blush of her cheeks.
"What'd she do?" Sweetpea demanded of Rocket.
"Nothing," Rocket said, at the same time Babydoll said "I kissed her back."
Sweetpea bit her lip until she was sure blood would come and it still didn't calm her. She had to stop before she maimed herself, so she spoke: "You kissed her? Just like that? This cheap little trick strolls in and you can't keep your legs shut for two days?"
"It's not like that!" Rocket protested. "She's really sweet. She—she's like you."
"Nobody's like me, sis. She's just another twist. Probably gets off on it, being a whore. Gets off on men and women. Bet she'd spread for anyone."
Babydoll said nothing. She was so quiet. Sweetpea hated that. A girl should speak up for herself, how many times had she told Rocket that? And she looked good quiet, damn her, those eyes like they had the mystery of the universe somewhere in the irises, that hair and that body, like a Harley just waiting to be revved up. Sweetpea went by the blood roaring in her veins. She jammed her body into Babydoll's like a switchblade and kissed her hard.
When she pulled back, Babydoll let herself make a noise. She panted, once, trailing off into a kind of shudder. Her eyes closed and opened, taking in both sisters.
"See?" Sweetpea asked. "That's just the way she likes it." Sweetpea had one hand at Babydoll's throat, where she'd planted it during the kiss, and now the other one wound around Rocket and pulled them together. "Rocket's mine, you hear me? I know how you'd hurt her and you can't."
"I just wanted…" Babydoll began uncertainly. "I wanted some of what you had. A family."
"Sweetpea, c'mon, look at her." Rocket wove her fingers in Sweetpea's hair like when they were girls, stroking it gently. "She's like me. She needs… she needs you."
Sweetpea wanted to stay mad, to finally give Babydoll the boot, but Rocket was kissing her neck and unbuttoning her blouse and she couldn't fucking think while that was happening, much less play queen bee. With something of a growl, she grabbed Babydoll's perfect golden locks and forced her to her knees. She thought of those long, lovely legs skinned a little and felt a little better at letting Rocket have her way.
"Alright, buttercup," Sweetpea said, letting Rocket undress her all the way. "You wanna fuck my sister? You better know what you're doing."
"I'll show you," Babydoll promised quietly. "Both of you."
Rocket barely had Sweetpea's panties pulled down before Babydoll's lips took their place. Sweetpea gasped at the first touch—it was like Babydoll knew exactly where a tongue should be. But she didn't dare let the blonde know that. She pulled Rocket up from trying to get her panties down her legs and kissed her so hard she almost thought her little sister would break. But Rocket could take a lot, apparently. She cooed deep in her chest and put one hand in Sweetpea's hair and the other in Babydoll's, feeling the difference, connected to both.
Babydoll was vigorous but not rough in her ministrations, her hair tousling this way and that as her mouth worked at Sweetpea. She wasn't kneeling, more like nuzzling at Sweetpea's legs. Both arms were wrapped around Sweetpea's thighs, but as Rocket stepped in to kiss Sweetpea more thoroughly, her hands brushing over Sweetpea's torso just the way they liked, Babydoll wanted more. Her hand landed on the back of Rocket's knee, finding it already slick with sweat. The hand Rocket had in her hair petted her scalp encouragingly. Babydoll's hand slid upward, feeling the crisp muscle underneath the silken skin of Rocket's thigh. Then she reached Rocket's ass. When she squeezed, her fingers sunk a little into soft flesh, and Rocket moaned over her.
A sudden curiosity gripped Babydoll, and she brought her other hand to Sweetpea's hip. The other woman didn't seem to mind as Babydoll groped her. She found Sweetpea's ass to be perfectly sized and trim with muscle. Curiosity satisfied, Babydoll lowered her hand to her crotch. Rocket's pleased willingness and the power of Sweetpea had brought her to a boil. And as she touched herself, Babydoll slid a finger into Rocket's wanting sex. The sigh she let loose spoke for both of them.
Above her, Sweetpea plundered Rocket's mouth and body as her eager victim grinded down on Babydoll's fingers. They were losing themselves in the sex, moving faster and faster in their own little orbits. It was like a dance. They just had to follow the music.
Sweetpea came first. She finally managed to open her eyes against her pleasure and see the scenario she'd arranged… Rocket in her arms, head thrown back in ecstasy, neck bared to any combination of lips and teeth Sweetpea had for her… and Babydoll, infuriating, amazing Babydoll, clinging to Sweetpea's leg like a conquered harlot on a pulp magazine cover, her mouth conducting an electrical current to Sweetpea's cunt and her eyes looking up, finally darkened with lust, finally closing as Sweetpea fed Babydoll her orgasm. Sweetpea would've fallen on her ass if not for Rocket bearing her down to the floor, Babydoll following her down, licking the residue from every inch of her groin.
Rocket was next. Babydoll fell upon her with starving interest, tasting her arousal and devouring every drop of it. The third time Babydoll dragged Rocket's clit through her teeth, she'd had enough. She shrieked into Sweetpea's neck like a kid on a roller coaster.
Babydoll followed fast. Sweetpea refused to rest on her laurels. She pulled the blonde up to her and showed her how she'd made Rocket come for all these years, her fingers straight and unyielding, her teeth worrying at Babydoll's breasts like a rabid beast. And Rocket helped, because that was the way it was supposed to be—Sweetpea on top and Rocket on bottom, and Babydoll somewhere in the middle.
"Okay," Sweetpea said, when Babydoll had barely recovered from her orgasm. She herself was out of breath, her heart running roughshod from having fucked Babydoll right after she'd practically exploded. "You can date my sister. But if you break her heart, I'm gonna… throw you through a window or something."
Babydoll answered by kissing Rocket deeply. Sweetpea pulled her clothes to her and got out her cigarette and matches. At the very least, it would taste a lot better now.