sugar, honey, honey

[savekeating]

notes: Hux is a librarian. Ren is a pervert filming herself masturbating in the library.

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The library is quiet for a Monday. The aspiring novelists had been late in leaving and now there are only a handful of university students left, poring over lecture notes and trying their hardest not to fall asleep. It’s two hours before closing time which means Hux has already run out of things to do: she’s restocked the shelves with books from the return pile, organized the bulk of fiction and nonfiction books on the third floor, taken a walk and then another, before going out for a smoke break and collecting all the sock puppets Mitaka had left lying around in the children’s section during story time. 

Hux glances down at her watch. Not even a minute has passed since she had last checked the time. Hux relinquishes the front desk for the restroom, which she ordinarily wouldn’t do unless there’s someone covering for her, but there’s only so much trouble university students can get up to with the WiFi restricted to academic websites and really, who’s watching. Her heels click rhythmically on the polished hardwood floor. Most days she likes the sound of that when the library is empty of people and there’s a hushed silence blanketing everything like a fine mist. Hux is a librarian; she likes her peace and her quiet. She also likes shooting ranges and driving manual-shift cars.

Hux does her business, washes her hands in the sink before reapplying her lipstick in the full-length mirror, tilting her face this way and that. Her ponytail is sagging a little bit to the side now that the day is almost over. Hux likes it tight and neat, spends a good portion of her morning gelling the errant curls down. A perk of the job in her opinion, aside from being able to freely admonish rowdy children and print out fines for overdue books, is the dress code. Today it’s kitten heels and a pair of black stockings, tan sweater vest tucked into the waist of her HR-approved pencil skirt. Respectable, and nothing but, because when you’re dealing with people on the frontline, you need to establish credibility, authority. A person’s manner of dress says a lot about them and Hux wants hers to scream: I will not take this lying down. 

Hux is on her way back to the front desk when something cuts into her periphery—movement behind the shelves housing the bulk of historical books. She makes her way over just to check if there’s anything she can help with though she already has a foreboding sense that this might not be something good. It takes her a moment to recognize the menace that’s been terrorizing her library in the last three months, and it takes her another moment to realize that said menace is in the middle of a masturbatory exercise.

“What the hell are you doing?” Hux hisses.

Ren doesn’t even bother to hide evidence of her activities. Hux has walked in on couples going at it on the library floor before; there had once been an incident involving urine, and somebody had even tried smuggling in a dog in their backpack, so she likes to think she’s seen it all. 

Perhaps not. 

It’s not the fact that Ren is repeatedly impaling herself on a phallus that’s all that shocking. It’s the fact that this will be the third time Hux has caught her in flagrante delicto in the last month. Oftentimes people learn from their mistakes and do not repeat behaviours that earn them a punishment but Ren is sadly not normal people; Ren is a deviant. Hux should have anticipated this.

Ren’s panties are clinging valiantly to one ankle. They’re black of course, just like the rest of her clothing. Her cropped hoodie is hiked up to expose a pair of generous tits which make Hux feel self-conscious of her own: hardly there and trying their best in a push-up bra.

Hux can see that Ren is filming herself: a battered iPhone sits propped up against The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People and The Sound and The Fury and Hux can’t decide which part of that is more infuriating. 

“Ren,” Hux says, gritting her teeth, already on the brink of a migraine. All Ren-related incidents cause her to age ten years. Hux is twenty-nine, almost thirty, and Ren is not only giving her premature wrinkles from frowning all the time but also dominating Hux’s dreams more often than not. Half the time Hux has nightmares about Ren terrorizing her library, showing up half-naked or some other asinine thing she wouldn’t put past her. Arson, maybe, or property theft. Ever since Ren emerged fully-formed out of the woodwork like every librarian’s nightmare, racking up fines for very overdue books, Hux has not known peace. Hux would often see her from time to time wearing that ratty black hoodie, hunched alone at a table, clacking away at a keyboard, probably taking advantage of the free WiFi. Ren read everything from books about the Napoleonic Wars to Charlotte’s Web and Hux has long ago stopped trying to get a read on her.

“For the last time, Ren, this is a library not a venue for your…your pornographic pursuits!”

Ren’s hips stutter for a moment. Hux tries not to stare where the phallus disappears between her strong thighs. Ren is straddling the thing on the floor, body bent forward with her weight resting on her elbows, hem of her short black skirt exposing her arse. Hux, in comparison, has a tiny arse that it’s almost laughable. But Ren’s is full, and this is not even the first time Hux is seeing it because of Ren’s propensity to masturbate in her library. 

Ren’s dark hair curtains her eyes as she lifts her chin in Hux’s direction. “I’m trying to film a video, Hux.”

“Yes, well, I gathered as much,” Hux says dryly, and then a moment of awkward silence follows during which Ren continues her erstwhile activities: riding that thing steady and slow, a small sigh of pleasure escaping her lips. Sometimes, in her darkest moments, Hux envies that total disregard for anything. Ren is the sort of person to do whatever the bloody hell she wants, when she wants. 

“Ren,” Hux says, and this time it’s only half-exasperated because really, this is ridiculous. It’s the third time and Hux is of the opinion that there is no charm in it, only foolishness. “This is a library,” she says tightly. “This is my library and I will not have you desecrate it—again— are you listening to me? If you don’t stop this all at once, I’m going to have to call security.”

Ren actually does stop, but this time she just gives Hux a smirk. “Yeah, like you called security on me the last two times?”

Hux flushes. “Yes, well,” she begins but that’s all she manages because Ren tugs her forward by the hips and presses her face between Hux’s thighs. Ren’s jaw moves and the friction it creates sends a peal of want straight through her bones: her spine tingles, her knees feel weak, and she finds her legs spreading of their own volition when Ren’s palm starts kneading her pubic mound, heel of her hand grinding down hard. It feels good, because of course it does: Ren always knows how to make her feel good, with her hand, her mouth, with her everything. It was as if she were designed specifically for this purpose, but also because one can’t have too much of a good thing, she also has to infuriate Hux like no one else can. 

“Can’t this wait till after I get off from work?” Hux hisses, even as Ren pushes Hux’s skirt up so Ren can stroke her through the cotton of her panties. 

“No,” Ren says, nuzzling Hux’s thigh with her big nose. Then she moves said nose to press against Hux’s clit, and Hux has to fight to hold back a squeak. Ren smirks, glancing up at her, pupils blown with lust. “I’d rather get you off at work. More fun that way.” 

Hux rolls her eyes in response.

“Can I take your panties off,” Ren asks, as if she isn’t already tugging them down Hux’s knees. Hux doesn’t dignify this with a response, instead lifts one leg up to help Ren do away with the offending item. She’s already wet, not slick enough to make a mess of herself, but aroused enough to forget where she is at the moment: at the very back of the library where hardly anyone goes unless they want to breathe in the dust of books that have not seen the light of day in years. 

Ren trails a finger up Hux’s spread thighs, teasing the lips of her cunt before spreading them open with her thumbs. Hux gasps as cool air hits her, a trail of slick dripping down her inner thigh. Perhaps she’s more aroused than she cares to examine after all. Hux grips Ren’s hair before Ren can go down on her, fingers tight in her scalp. They have rules, such as Ren ought to behave when they’re in public together, but when did Ren ever follow the rules? She seems to think of herself as exempt from them, which is why she just grins up at Hux and swats at her wrist so Hux has to relinquish her grip on Ren’s hair. 

Then Ren’s mouth is right there, kissing Hux where she’s aching already, Ren’s tongue following suit to tease her open. Hux hates how Ren is so good at this. Ren had once told her this was her sole motivation for starting an amateur porn channel: she was good at sex. Hux doesn’t doubt it because Ren is able to make her come spectacularly all the time, no matter how hard she resists, no matter, it seems, the time and place, because they could get caught by any number of people and yet Hux continues to grind her wet cunt into Ren’s face. 

Ren starts letting out a truly astonishing and unselfconscious groan that travels straight through Hux’s blood. It makes her even wetter, more eager to let Ren kiss and suck marks up the inside of her thighs, run the flat of her tongue over the folds of Hux’s cunt, suck and lick at her clit and put on the spectacular performance that Hux knows she’s capable of. Hux’s hips jerk forward but Ren pushes them back, roughly, and she says, “I fucking knew it. I knew you’d be like this.”

“Shut up and just get your tongue in there,” Hux hisses, and Ren laughs and does as told, the sound of her laughter making Hux’s bones shake. Hux grips the wall behind her to steady herself, biting her lip when Ren pulls back and eases her middle finger into her wetness. It’s long and thick, the nail perfectly blunt, providing just enough of a stretch to get Hux going. 

Hux’s knees start trembling at the slow drag in and out, and she bites down on a yelp when Ren brushes that sweet spot inside her. It doesn’t escape her notice that Ren is still riding that toy she’s mounted on the floor; her hips have started to move again in counterpoint to the rhythmic drag of her finger inside Hux. 

Ren laps at Hux’s clit, keeping just that one finger inside of her as she presses down with her tongue. 

“You’re so wet for me, Hux,” Ren sighs against her. “Who would have thought.”

Hux rolls her eyes. She grabs the back of Ren’s head when she’s close, pushing her cunt into Ren’s face and bearing down on her finger, hard. She comes with a violent shudder, whimpering through it as Ren licks at her slippery folds, moaning at the taste. Meanwhile, Ren continues to fuck herself on her beloved toy, hands clamped down on Hux’s hips as she continues to lick her to the point of oversensitivity. 

“You needy thing,” Hux chides, but there’s an edge of fondness in that tone that she allows for the moment, as Ren continues to lap at her and chase her way to her own explosive orgasm. 

“That’s the ticket, go on,” Hux says when Ren slams her hips down, once, twice, her cunt swallowing up the toy so beautifully despite its girth and size. But that’s the thing about Ren: she oh so loves a challenge, which is why she’s here now, terrorizing Hux on an otherwise ordinary day, just to see how far she can push Hux before Hux pushes back.

Ren comes with her tongue inside Hux’s cunt, her grip on Hux’s hip faltering as her hips grind to a halt. She’s made a proper mess of the floor; Ren always does, in her eagerness, and as usual it’s up to Hux to clean up after her. 

Hux sighs and slides down to her knees, grabbing Ren’s phone and turning it off to stop filming. Ren grins up at her, crawling into her arms, a heavy immoveable weight as she squirms and pushes herself off the toy still bobbing lewdly in the air, wet with her slick.

Hux finds herself giggling in spite of herself as Ren pillows her head in her lap. She flicks at an exposed nipple but Ren pulls her hoodie down as a buffer against wayward hands.

“You’re an absolute fiend,” Hux says, smoothing Ren’s hair back from her  eyes. “I hate you.”

“I was bored,” Ren says, shrugging. “And filming in a semi-public place gives me a lot of views. You know that.”

Hux manages to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “Next time Ren, I’m calling security on you.”

“You said that too the last time,” Ren points out.

“Well this time,” Hux says, giving Ren a pointed look. “I really mean it.”

Ren just smirks. “We’ll see,” she says. “We’ll see.”

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