Chapter Text
Three months later
The sound of cereal hitting a ceramic bowl is like music to her ears, and the way it breaks the delicate silence? Oh, it just makes her shiver!
An avalanche of teeny, multicolored, hyperprocessed, cornflour-based rings clink against the bowl, piled high into a little mountain. Then comes milk - whole, of course, and a healthy amount of it, too. She hates dry cereal - until the great conglomerate is almost overflowing from the bowl, piled high and fit to burst.
About an entire day’s calories right there in that bowl: a densely concentrated slurry of high-fructose corn syrup, food coloring, ultra-pasteurized cow’s milk, and simple carbohydrates, completely bereft of anything wholesome or healthy. A true monument to humankind’s hubris and gluttony.
Could use some sugar.
Neo takes a nice, heaping tablespoon of granulated sugar from her sugar jar and plops it right on top.
And then she frowns, cocking her hip to the side and resting her hand on it, looking down at her dinner. Something’s not quite right. Just ever-so-slightly off about this.
She thinks long and hard about what is missing from the picture before her.
Then it hits her, and she grins, snapping her fingers just to hear the sound, as if to announce to her empty apartment that she’s figured out the solution to this puzzle:
She reaches out, and she adds a second scoop of extra sugar.
Perfect!
She takes the bowl - her perfect bowl of cereal - in both hands, never letting so much as a drop spill despite the fact that it’s full right up to the lip of the bowl. She’s always had good balance, and so she carries her bowl right over to her bedroom, navigating her familiar little apartment by feel while keeping her eyes squarely on her dinner. When she finds her way to her bed, she plops down onto her sheets with a content smile, laptop already set up and primed with the evening’s entertainment.
It’s the first Friday in several weeks that she’s gotten to herself. The first Friday night without a game to go play, or a social obligation to go entertain, or a group project to work on. It’s the first time in a long while she’s gotten to herself, and she’s got a whole night planned out, down to the minute! Dinner first, with her shows, just to chill out, mellow. Then, she’s got a pack of smirnoffs in the fridge to keep her company, courtesy of a certain green-haired friend. After that, when she’s nice and tipsy, she’s gonna throw her phone in a baggy and take a good long soak in some blisteringly hot water, get all the week’s tension out of her, keeping herself entertained all the while with her little palm-sized window into the internet. Once she’s done with that, who knows? Chill out for the rest of the night, get hammered while watching shows (she’s built up quite the backlog), probably make herself a nice big sundae for dessert. Maybe masturbate. Gods, it’s gonna be awesome, she’s been looking forward to this for days!
Fuck, she loves winter. It’s the best season out of the year. Frigid wind nips at her skin, sharp and smart. Even a walk to the corner store becomes a wonderful, tactile sensory experience-- and then she gets home, heater purring, cat snoring next to the vent, warmth soaking into her skin as she peels off the layers. It’s quiet, and sounds are so much sharper in the quiet. Cozy, but vivid, and absolutely perfect for vegging out in bed, indulging every whim and desire.
The moment she got home from class earlier today, she’d stripped herself down to just her skin and crawled into an appropriately oversized baggy tee shirt and fresh pair of panties. Since then and for the rest of the night: no pants, no bra, and absolutely no ambition to do anything but relax-- and she’s gonna enjoy every millisecond of that freedom!
Neo grins, reaches for her laptop’s trackpad, eager to enjoy the quietest Friday night she’s had in a while, and--
Bzzt.
She blinks, turning to her nightstand.
She frowns. Her own fault for keeping her place quiet. The sounds that break that silence are exquisite, but that goes for the negative ones as well as the fun ones.
But oh well, no reason to be pessimistic. Sure, there’s like, a 90% chance that buzz was Cinder sending some bullshit message to the team groupchat, bitching about something someone did at last night’s game or making some pain-in-the-ass request of everyone, but hey, that’s not a guarantee! It could’ve been Roman. Ever since she decided to go to college, he’s been keeping her kinda out-of-the-loop with the ol’ business back in Vale, but they still talk pretty often, and he sends her money every month to keep the fridge stocked.
Oooh, or…it could also be Emerald.
At the thought, a positively evil grin splits her face.
Oh, being privy to that little secret has been a real pleasure, in more ways than one.
She glances at her laptop, looking for the time readout.
Em was planning on inviting Ruby over today, and she’s not one for sending unprompted social texts. Girl’s snapchat etiquette is awful. Neo’d be mad about it if she didn’t find it so funny. Still, between the two of them, Neo’s always the one who has to text first. If it’s Emerald…
Emerald’s the type to prefer text messages over sending actual snaps, and even when she does send them, her pics are usually pretty dry. This one time though, back in October, she’d sent this one pic that was pretty much the exact opposite of dry.
The memory gets her snickering. Gods it’s so stereotypical: the arguably-famous Sustrai-Rose rivalry burning so hot it ends up with them in each others’ pants. Honestly, she’d seen it coming from a mile away (Ruby always seemed way too pleased with herself any time she pissed Emerald off, for one), but gods it’d still been a surprise to have that pop up on her phone.
The dirty pic itself hadn’t been the only surprise, either. Fuck’s sake, Neo doesn’t know how Em can sit on that thing and still stand long enough to skate.
It’d just been that one time, though. Since then, all that’s been pretty chill - she even met Ruby in person outside of a match once, third wheeling one of their dates. Ruby’s a good egg. Maybe a little too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for Neo, but she seems good for Em. Neo’s happy for her, honestly and earnestly, but she’ll be the first to admit that she does have other reasons to root for them. Emerald once mentioned the chance that they’d send her more little pictures - her way of asking consent, of course. Consent Neo had more than happily given, gods! She’s got no delusions of being anything but a confidant and a voyeur, but fuck if she isn’t 120% A-okay with that. Nothing had really come of it yet, but Neo’s still hoping.
Realistically, if that buzz was Emerald shooting her a text, it was probably just her daily streaks. A picture of her nightstand, or a dark room, or something equally uninteresting that’ll keep their number ticking up and nothing more.
She turns back to her dinner, cold and welcoming in her hands, heavy with promise. She frowns at it. Won’t be as good if it gets soggy.
It can wait a second.
She one-hands the bowl onto her nightstand, trading it for her phone.
She taps the screen frantically until the display lights up, curious and eager, wondering if today is the day.
…Only to be greeted by a popup that reads “Battery Power 15%: Please connect to charger’.
She pouts, disappointed. Well, that was hardly worth the bother of setting aside her cereal.
But oh well, probably for the best. The kinda fit Cinder can pitch when she has to wait for an answer to a text… yeah, good idea to keep it charged.
Mindlessly, she paws at her bedside, feeling the familiar spot by her pillow where her phone charger always ends up, only to find…nothing?
Oh, right.
Her phone charger karked it the other day, so her tablet charger’s been pulling double-duty. She keeps forgetting.
She casts her eye over towards her other charger, plugged into the wall by her bookshelf. She keeps her tablet hooked up to it any time she’s home, keeps the battery full. The cable is long enough to reach her bed from where it’s plugged up, but it’s still on the opposite side of her bedroom.
She’s already sat down. She’s cozy. She doesn't wanna get up.
She frowns at the charger, so very far away. Those handful of feet may as well be miles, leagues, kilometers, lightyears, astronomical units. She doesn’t wanna get outta bed.
Oh, well, only one thing to do then.
Naturally, her solution is to twist in place and stick one foot through the crossbars of her headboard.
Using that as an anchor, she scoots back until her butt almost slips off the bed, then leans backwards, tensing her abs and stretching out over the empty space beside her bed, towards her bookshelf. She flexes the top of her foot against the headboard, keeping it cupped securely in her ankle. Rocking her head backwards, she finds her target and slowly stretches out, every muscle in her body quivering as it extends as far as possible, supporting her weight as she hangs out in the air, stretching one arm behind her and down to find the floor while, with the other, she reaches towards her charger, working for every single inch.
It’s a tight stretch, and an intense amount of strain too - especially at full body extension - but if there’s one thing Neo’s good at, it’s her little feats of acrobatics. With the very tips of her fingers, she grazes the cable of her charger, and she manages to tease it into her grip. One sharp yank, and it’s free of her tablet and in her hand.
Grinning triumphantly, she flexes her leg to draw herself back onto the bed. Once her ass is back on the mattress, she tightens her abs and does a quick sit-up, pulling herself right back to where she started with a pleased sigh. Mission accomplished.
Neo quickly plugs her phone up, waits for the little lightning bolt symbol to appear, and then tosses it aside, making grabby-hands at her bowl of cereal for a moment before snatching it from her nightstand.
She resituates herself, crossing her legs and scooching back into her pillows, getting that lovely lumbar support. Like that, she spares one leg to reach forward, intending to hit the spacebar on her laptop with her toe to unpause the video.
Bzzt-bzzt.
Neo blinks, turning her head back towards her face-down phone. She freezes in that pose, her overflowing bowl of cereal in her hands, one leg arced out through the air towards her laptop, looking at her cell phone for several seconds. A moment later, she pouts again, annoyed at being interrupted a second time just short of beginning her long-anticipated evening of relaxation.
She draws her leg back to recenter her center of gravity, and then - as an act of defiance against the annoying little device - she takes a big scoop of her cereal and shoves it into her mouth.
Her annoyance dissolves in a wave of delight as the obscene intensity of the sweetness hits her tongue, shivering down her spine. Ohhh, isn’t sugar just wonderful? There’s nothing else in the world as capable of brightening a day.
Satisfied for the moment, Neo lets herself enjoy the simple, cathartic sensation of crunching through the saccharine treat and sets aside her bowl again, collecting her phone in both hands.
On her lock screen, she sees the notification. This time, it is Emerald. That alone isn’t really surprising. Neo’s got streaks with a couple of their teammates, but they’re still like… work-friends. Actually being able to talk to her without having to use her tablet removes a barrier, and she’s also just cynical enough to be relatable without also being boring or miserable to be around. She’s fun, so of all their friends, Emerald is the one Neo really talks to, often. As she punches in her password to unlock her phone, she laughs internally (speak of the devil and she shall message you on snapchat) while chewing idly on her mouthful of sugar and-- well, really it's just a mouthful of sugar.
Huh, it’s a video message. Not immediately suspicious, but it’s rare for Em to put any real effort into her snaps. Curious, she taps the little purple box next to Emerald’s name.
Only to jolt, one hand slapping over her mouth to stop herself from doing something very embarrassing, while the other goes white-knuckled on her phone.
She struggles with the size and strain of her mouthful, swallowing it with some difficulty.
Emerald, on the other hand…
Neo’s eyes remain fixed on her screen, unable to look away even if she’d wanted to, because holy shit.
Through the window of her phone screen, she sees the familiar bob of green hair. Emerald’s in her own bedroom, front and center, roundly the focus of the video. She’s warmly lit, probably by a lamp. She’s not alone.
From the angle, it’s Ruby who’s holding the phone, sitting on the edge of Emerald’s bed, knees apart. Emerald’s sitting on the floor, between Ruby’s legs.
Emerald’s looking up at her. Her eyes keep flicking between the camera and somewhere just above it - probably her girl.
Those red eyes are wide and as honest as Neo’s ever seen them. They’re shining, something almost dreamy in them, and she’s breathing heavily.
And, of course, there’s that dick.
Neo bites her lip, hard, almost hard enough to bleed, and all thoughts of her cereal and her shows disappear from her mind. Gods, Em-- what a lucky bitch!
Fuck, it’s just not fair, is it? Emerald gets to enjoy that thing, all to herself- and don’t even get her started on Ruby! Gods, it’s even less fair! She’s the star of Beacon’s women’s hockey team, one of the best centers in their league, has a ravenous fanbase online, and to top it all off, she’s got that between her thighs.
Of the three of them, Neo can’t decide who’s the most lucky.
Em is sitting down there, her right arm thrown over Ruby’s thigh, looking up at the camera. Her right hand is at the base of that cock, holding onto it like it’s her lifeline, but gently, and she--
She’s nuzzling it.
Just slightly, just a little, like she's trying not to but just can’t help it. It’s thick and pale and Neo can see a big angry vein running through it. It looks hot - physically - and alive, pressed against her cheek, and she keeps turning into it, rubbing her face against it, and it keeps twitching from the attention and holy shit, nevermind, Neo’s figured out which of the three of them is the most lucky.
Her heart is pounding in her chest, so Neo slides down her bed, cozying her shoulders against her headboards and pillows, watching closely, thumbing her phone’s volume button to make sure it’s as loud as it can get.
The camera’s frame jostles, and she hears a pleased sigh shudder from behind the camera.
Emerald grins up at the phone, familiar voice purring, “You look so hot like that.”
A husky laugh answers her - also familiar, but that tone isn’t something you’d hear on the ice - and the sound of her voice sends a half-jealous shiver down Neo’s spine, “You should see what I’m seeing.”
Emerald’s grin darkens, red eyes shining as she turns to press her face more tightly to Ruby’s cock, and her voice is like warm velvet, “I intend to, Red.” Then, she winks, “Make sure you get my good side?”
“You’re all good side, Em,” Ruby says with a breath that Neo can almost feel as it rolls through her, shivering in place and rubbing her thighs together. Oh, she’d planned an evening of little treats for herself, but this? This is a big treat. She giggles quietly to herself, not blinking, just watching. A hand extends into the frame from the right, tenderly brushing a lock of green hair back behind Emerald’s ear, “...Now…”
Then, those fingers continue back, carding back through her hair until she’s almost behind Emerald’s head, gathering it between her fingers-- and then twisting into a tight fist.
Emerald’s breath catches audibly, and Neo watches her throat jump, her own mimicking the motion instinctively. The tendons in Ruby’s hand catch the light, casting deep shadows, and lines between the small muscles of her forearm look like they’re painted in ink. Has she always looked that…strong? Lithe, like some kind of wildcat, and Emerald only shifts away from her dick to get closer to that grasping hand. Then, Ruby’s voice rumbles through the phone, “...let’s show her why you’re the best, yeah?”
Those red eyes slip closed for a second, a shudder visibly shaking her. She’s smiling. If Neo didn’t know Emerald as well as she does, she’d assume the other girl’s drunk. In a way, she probably is. Neo can hardly blame her, the world narrowing into just her cell phone. If watching the video feels this good, she can’t even imagine what it’d be like to be there, to feel what her teammate must be feeling. Oh, even imagining it makes Neo tremble, deliciously.
Emerald opens her mouth, maybe to say something, but then Ruby gives her a little tug up and--
All that comes out of her mouth is a breathy sigh, almost a moan, and Neo squirms on her bed.
Ruby drags her up by her hair, and Emerald pulls against her only hard enough to kiss her cock on the way up, dragging soft lips up the pale column, high and higher, until she gets to that soft, pinkish head. There, she tries-- oh, she tries to shift forward, take it into her mouth, but Ruby-
- She stops Emerald.
With a strong hand, she holds firm, and holds her steady there, doesn’t let her take it into her mouth, keeps her waiting.
“Needy,” that voice behind the camera comments, giving Emerald a jostle that’s just rough enough to make Neo cross one leg over the other, chewing her lip. Then, voice coarse, “Open.”
Neo’s heart skips a beat, and from the look on Emerald’s face, so did hers.
Then, haughty, fiery Emerald Sustrai-
- Makes lingering eye contact with someone just higher than the camera -
- And gingerly opens her mouth.
In the light, her teeth are pale white, and her tongue is a soft pinkish-red. She breathes out, over the head of Ruby’s dick, and only then does Ruby allow her to lean forward and take it into her mouth.
And… okay. Maybe she is a little jealous.
Soft lips close around the thick head, and that alone makes Neo twitch. It’s a healthy jealousy - the same way competition can be healthy - burning inside of her chest. She spares a single hand from her phone, bringing it up to bite the first joint of her index finger, chewing on it and rubbing her thighs together, running her feet up and down through her blankets-- anything for touch, everything for touch. It’s a sensory experience, and Neo wants it all, wants the simple delight of having a body and being able to feel!
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
Neo watches, gnawing on her finger, eyes locked in, ears focused. On her phone, Ruby lets out a contented sigh as Emerald sinks down, turning her head, giving Ruby her cheek. It bulges out as Ruby’s dick presses against it, and then she begins to bob and hum, eyes slipping closed, and Neo gets the very distinct impression that, for as nice as it must feel to get loving head from Emerald Sustrai, Em’s probably enjoying herself even more than Ruby.
A sentiment Ruby must echo, because after a good few seconds her hand tightens again, and with a soft noise of pleasure, gives Emerald a tug, “You know what I want, Em. Quit being selfish.”
That sends another fierce shiver through Neo. Gods, the notion that sucking dick like that could be selfish? Just what the hell do they get up to when they’re alone? Neo’s imagination runs wild, and she’s always had a vivid, overactive imagination.
It seems to amuse Em as well, because she laughs, low in her throat, and her eyes open again, shining with humor, but there’s something taunting there, too. Challenging.
And then Ruby guides her head back straight, lining up--
No.
No way she’s about to- not with that fucking log, it’s not possible. Emerald’s goddamn crazy, and yeah she always over-estimates her own abilities, but surely she’s not that much of a lunatic. Emerald is a lot of things, but delusional is not one of them.
And yet…
Ruby’s voice purrs, velvety, but taking on a certain keen edge that makes goosebumps roll down Neo’s arms, “Theeere you go, show her what all that practice gets.”
…practice?
She can’t smile with her mouth so full, but Neo can see the grin in Emerald’s eyes, and she looks ecstatic.
And then she tilts her head forward, and she sinks down…
Neo purses her lips, watching, absolutely rapt. Emerald sinks down, and down, until it’d be impossible for that cock to be anywhere but at the entrance of her throat. Ruby moans softly, and that must be it, then, because Emerald’s face takes on a bit of strain-- but it is far and away more calm and collected than Neo thinks she has any right to be. That fucking thing is thick, but Emerald means to swallow it, her throat pulsing with a few quick breaths before going deeper. She doesn’t gag, or jerk off of it, she just takes it.
It’s impressive. It is. As impressive as anything Neo’s seen her do on the ice, and the finger she’s been chewing on comes free so she can gasp theatrically, holding her palm in front of her mouth like an old lady who’s on the verge of swooning from the abandon of it all. For a moment, her admiration exceeds her arousal, and she can only grin and curl her fist as if to pump it, proud of her friend. Emerald squeezes one eye shut, tears beading, but that’s it.
“Ohhh fuck, there you go,” Ruby groans, a rustle behind the camera, and the frame shifts a little as, presumably, she savours the sensation of being throated.
Those fingers in Emerald’s hair loosen, turn gentle, brushing through her hair and petting affectionately. Emerald turns her head slightly into the attention, a groan rumbling from deep in her chest, and almost as thanks, she pushes down another few inches, swallowing Ruby bit by bit, sinking down. Neo can’t handle it, can’t process it, so she just bites her lip again, bearing down with more pressure for every centimeter Em chokes down.
The only coherent thought between her ears is ‘so this is what she’s been doing instead of drills!’
Against herself, Neo starts to laugh nonvocally. Its so good. It’s a fun visual, and gods damn it, she’s glad Em is treating a woman like that so well. Fuck. Fuck!
But then she stops. A little over halfway down, she stops, halting, and her other eye screws shut. Mmh, seems like that’s all she can take. Poor thing, but Neo can hardly blame her. She’d struggle to take that dick in both her hands, let alone down her throat.
For a second, Neo thinks that’d be it. The video’s little circular countdown’s already looped like four times. Considering that the last time, she just got one picture, she isn’t exactly expecting a whole full-length porn movie from this.
But then those gentle fingers in Emerald’s hair turn to claws, curling through her hair again to grasp a fistful, tight and firm, and her voice takes on a harder timbre, “Ohhh, come on now, Em, we both know you can do better than that… ”
That one eye peels back open again, looks up above the camera lens, and for a long moment, there’s nothing but stillness on the other side of Neo’s phone.
And then, she lets out a low, rumbling laugh, “That's what I thought.”
And then, without further ado, that strong hand tightens-
Neo's eyes widen, and she claps a hand over her mouth again. No way. No fucking way is she about to-
Emerald holds eye contact with Ruby as that strong hand takes her by the hair and forces her, slowly and methodically-
- all -
- the way -
- down.
Emerald’s face screws with strain, but she doesn't do more than that, taking it with little more than a tear in her eye.
Ruby, meanwhile, is anything but stoic. A deep, long, satisfied moan echoes behind the camera that sustains itself until Em kisses her base, blurring seamlessly into a breathy laugh as she begins to roll her hips, fucking Emerald’s throat gently while holding her flat against her crotch. When that laugh turns to speech, her voice is smooth and confident in a way only experience can make you, “Gods you're so fucking sexy like this, I'll never get tired of it.”
Both eyes open now, red and glassy with tears, but proud - so, so proud of herself.
Then, by her hair, Ruby drags her up, higher and higher. Her pale cock is shiny and bubbly with spit from base to tip, and when Emerald finally drags herself free of it, she doesn't even cough.
No, she just exhales very roughly, takes a few deep, full breaths, and then sinks a little lower on her knees, tucking herself right under that big thing, its shadow falling across her face, and she grins, widely, deliriously, as proud and happy as Neo has ever seen her.
Gods, she looks incredible down there. Neo squirms in bed, fighting the urge to start playing with herself, focusing on the scene before her with an intensity she's felt only rarely.
Like that, sucking air, Emerald looks up at Ruby.
Ruby laughs lightly, dazed and very much enjoying the quality blowjob she's been getting, “Anything you wanna say to your little friend?”
And, for the first time since throating that monster, those eyes slide down, looking right into the camera, meeting Neo's eyes through the screen, and mischief pierces the fog in her eyes.
She takes another full breath, then sighs, a soft groan in it. Her voice is hoarse, but unbearably smug, “Ooooh, y’know what?” She bites her lip, and with the hand she still has on Ruby’s hip, she retakes the base of her dick. Using that grip, she swings it to the side, thumping herself on the cheek with it once, twice, bridges of saliva stretching between it and her face, “I'm gonna ride this thing later.”
And even before the jealousy can ripen inside of Neo, that spark of mischief in Emerald’s eyes grows measurably, and she leans down, mouthing at the base of Ruby's cock, dipping lower to give her balls some love, and she adds with a saucy purr, “...and tonight, I'm gonna let her finish inside.”
There's a beat as both Neo and Ruby freeze, sharing a shiver down each of their spines.
Then, Ruby, voice thick with a blend of shock and delight, “Wait, we're gonna--”
And then the video shrinks back down into a hollow purple box next to Emerald's name, vanished into nothing, leaving Neo staring at her Snapchat dashboard.
She blinks, stupidly, at the little device.
Then she looks down at her laptop, framed in the window of her knees. From there, she turns her head towards her bowl of cereal.
…huh.
Well.
Neo puffs out her bottom lip, then shrugs.
Oh well, guess there's only one thing to do now.
She drops her phone in favor of hooking her thumbs into her panties, slipping them off her legs and rubber-banding them off her thumb into the corner of the room. She's already pawing at her nightstand drawer for her favorite hitachi before they've even hit the ground.
Maybe not the evening she'd envisioned for herself, but hey! As she picks up her magic wand and gives it an experimental click - the familiar buzz full of vigor and promise - she really can't complain.
She throws herself backwards, hitting her pillows shoulders-first with a bright smile. Sure, maybe she can't rewatch the video, but really who needs it? She can already picture what comes next.
She eagerly opens her legs, closes her eyes, and makes good use of her overactive imagination.