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Queenie/Credence - touch
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A Beastly Hunger
I’m bringing someone home. That's what Tina had said earlier in the day as she rushed out the door of the brownstone they shared.
Queenie wondered who her sister was bringing home. Was it a suitor? Queenie shook her head, her golden curls brushing against the tip of her shoulders.
She knew her sister better than she knew herself and considering the frequency of letters that flew into their window via owl from one eccentric British wizard that such a possibility was impossible.
Queenie circled her index finger around the mug of cocoa in front of her, a silver spoon trailed around the inside of the mug with each movement of her finger, causing brown ripples to form in the liquid. The ripples caused the slightly melted marshmallows to bob and dip in the liquid. She genuinely wondered who her sister was bringing, especially since Tina seemed to be willing to again break their landlady’s rule of bringing no men home.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the distinct sound of the locks in the front door turning and clicking. The front door pushed itself open, Tina walked through the door, her head weighed down her hat and her torso covered with a thick coat. Both were soaking wet from the heavy rain outside.
Queenie could hear the rain pelting against the apartment windows like a drummer’s marching beat, thunder shook the sky and rattled the very frames of the window.
“Queenie?” Tina called out as she pulled her rain sodden hat off of her head.
“Right here,” Queenie’s finger stilled as she curled the single digit against the flesh of her palm.
Tina’s gaze turned towards her sister, the worry lines in her face smoothing out as her eyes fell on her sister's form. Tina slightly turned her body to the still open door, “come in,” she called out to the unseen guest as she moved towards the fireplace. A fire burst to life from the ash covered logs as Tina’s coat slipped off her shoulder, her coat and hat floated over to the metal drying rack before neatly placing themselves on one of the metal racks to dry.
The staccato sound of polished shoes against grainy wooden floors filled the small apartment as a rather tall man walked in the apartment. His eyes were trained to the floor and the hat he wore on his head obscured his eyes. He wore well-tailored clothing from what Queenie could see—pinstripe slacks, polished loafers, and a thick cotton coat that was worn over a black button up vest. He was soaked with rain water from head to toe.
“Credence,” Tina turned to face their guest, a warmth to her voice like the warmth emanating from the fireplace, Tina motioned to Queenie, “this is my sister, Queenie.”
Credence lifted his head, removing his hat as he did so and placing the brim against his chest. His eyes locked with Queenie's and an adorable innocent blush rose to his sunken cheeks and peppered the tips of his ears. Queenie thought of it as cute for a man that was in his early 20s it was quite becoming of his features.
Queenie could feel the gentle tug of memories pulling at the seams of her own mind like the gentle fingers of a lover undoing the laces of a bodice.
The searing pain of a memory worked its way through her mind. Belt marks burned across the expanse of her back and left a throbbing sting against the back of her thighs. The throb of a handprint on her face caused a sourness to burn in the back of her throat. Another memory hurriedly pulled at the laces of her mind. This memory was faint and hazy, like one trying to observe the entirety of the city through a rain covered window. There was the soft careening voice of a woman as she sung a lullaby, the warmth and comfort of a motherly hug, the stroking touches against one's head and with it was the underlying feeling of wanting to return to such a moment again.
Underneath all of that was an intense hunger for the touch of skin against skin. But it was more than a simple hunger, it was a starvation, a starvation that gnawed at her insides and settled inside of her.
Another memory eased its way into her mind, one that came so often, and was common from the men and women she passed on the street that it seemed like she was staring at a vibrant image of herself in a gilded mirror. Her skin had a radiant glow to it, like she was covered in a thin golden powder that made her hair resemble spun gold. Her cheeks had a rosy tint to them and her dress clung to her womanly curves and skin in such a manner that it would make even a proper woman blush.
Then just as quickly as the memories came they left as well. Their fingers uncurling from her mind.
Queenie's lips curved upwards into a flirtatious smile at Credence’s thoughts and memories. Her lids lowered into a bedroom stare. Credence’s ears and cheeks flushed red and his gaze shifted from her face to the floor.
“Credence will be staying with us,” Tina announced as a pot floated down from the rack and towards the sink where it filled with water, “for simply a few days while the MACUSA decides what to do with him after—” Tina trailed off, but Queenie understood what she meant.
The whole Obscurial incident was the biggest talk among the magical community. Especially after damaging after New York and nearly threatening to expose the magical community to No-Maj’s. The council was still deciding on what appropriate action should be taken with Credence.
Queenie bit into her lower lip, that flirtatious smirk still on her face as she watched vegetables and meat float out of the fridge as the pot of water floated towards the now lit stove. As Tina announced that they would be having stew for dinner.
Queenie supposed Tina had offered to let Credence stay in their cramped apartment out of the kindness of her heart. Queenie glanced at Credence, her lips puckered up and she raised a hand and blew a kiss to him. His face couldn't have turned any redder as he turned the brim of his hat repeatedly in his hand.
She supposed Tina had her own way of being kind, but Queenie had hers.
And she was definitely planning to show Credence her own special brand of kindness later tonight.
One that she knew Credence would thoroughly enjoy.
Queenie shivered in the slightly cold parlor. The fire lapped at the few ash covered logs that remained within the fire place. The apartment was silent save for the soft sounds of breathing coming from Credence’s own bed and Queenie's own soft breaths. Tina having rushed out a few minutes earlier: “official auror business!” she had cried.
A shiver worked its way up her spine as the hem of her cream-colored negligee brushed against the tip of her thighs. The negligee she wore was daring and so...improper that she hid it within the back of her closest away from her own sister's eyes, less Tina would throw a fit and make her burn it. The negligee was made of thin satin, so thin that appeared to be a second skin. She looked down at herself and wasn’t surprised to see her dusty brown nipples poking out from the sheer material, and her even thinner panties were transparent beneath her negligee, she could make out the light brown curls that covered her pubic mound.
Queenie’s bare feet padded against the wooden floors as she walked into the room that housed Credence’s bed. She could make out the outline of his form in the bed in the dimly lit room; his lower waist was hidden by a thin comforter, but she licked her lips at the image of his taught muscles that were barely contained by the thin white shirt that he wore. Queenie walked closer to the bed, she lifted her leg and slid it between Credence’s own, and she placed her hand on either side of his torso and lowered her face so that her lips were near his ears. Her hair brushed against his cheek.
“Credence,” she whispered, her breath tickling the tip of his right ear.
Credence stirred from his sleep, his eyes slowly parted, a thick hazy mist of grogginess covered them as he stared up at Queenie’s face with confusion in his eyes.
Queenie pushed herself up and set down on Credence’s covered lap as she cocked her head to the side. Watching as the gears in Credence’s brain finally started to turn. Credence pushed himself up on his elbows, drinking in the site of Queenie with his own two eyes.
“What-what are you doing?” Credence stuttered as Queenie lifted her hands and cupped his face, her thumbs stroked along his cheekbones and she watched with glee as Credence shivered against her touch, his eyelids pressed together, and the tips of his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks.
“What do you think I’m doing, honey?” Queenie smiled softly as she dragged her hands down the side of his face, down his neck and across his shoulders. He shivered, his eyes pressed tightly shut with each and every movement that she made. “Don’t you want to touch me too?” Queenie whispered as she flattened her hands against Credence’s chest and slid her hands down them, then his abs and stomach.
Credence shivered and forced his eyes open, he gripped Queenie’s hands with his own, stilling her touch, though he looked pained to do so. “Stop.” His voice cracked and the word forced itself out of his mouth, and by the look on his face, Queenie was certain that Credence wanted her to do anything but.
“Do you want me to stop?” Queenie teased as she leaned in towards Credence, their faces nearly a hairpin apart, her lips brushed against his as she spoke; they could both feel the heat radiating from the other. “Or do you want to touch me to?” The last word was barely out of her mouth as pulled her hands out of Credence’s grasp to take them in her own. She placed them on her breasts and moaned as his thumbs brushed against her nipples.
“See?” She grinned, “that isn’t so bad is it?”
She shivered as his hands roamed over her body, like an inquisitive student who had just learned something monumentally interesting and wanted to study it. They explored each other’s body with their hands, Credence soon losing his shirt in the process and Queenie becoming aroused by the minute as Credence focused his gentle caresses on her breasts. Queenie’s touch stilled as she felt a hot and hard mound beneath her, becoming harder by the minute.
“Wait,” she whispered, she lifted herself up slightly to roll down the comforter that hid Credence’s waist.
His pinstriped pajama pants were tented with a big bulge that was begging to be touched by Queenie’s fingers. A throaty moan left her lips as she grabbed Credence’s hands and pressed them against the hem of her negligee. “Why don’t you take this off for me?” Credence nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he gripped the hem of the sheer clothing and slowly lifted it. Queenie held her arms above her head as Credence slipped the negligee off of her body. Her bare breasts jiggled a little; Credence stared at them in awe as he reached a hand up to grasp her right breast firmly, the pad of his thumb brushed against her nipple causing Credence to moan. She became aware that her thin panties felt incredibly constraining and damp against her mound, she could feel the wetness of it sticking against her folds.
Credence glanced up at her face, his mouth open slightly. A single touch on the back of his neck by Queenie forced him forward, until his moist lips were brushing against her nipple. His tongue darted past open lips and circled her nipple before the entirety of his mouth was upon it. Queenie hissed, rocking her hips instinctively against his leg.
“That’s right,” Queenie crooned as she touched Credence’s bare torso with her fingers, her touch eliciting shivers and moans from him. Credence’s other hand squeezed her breast with a firm grip as he sucked at her nipple like he was starving. She smoothed down his hair with her hands and the sensation left a prickling warmth against Credence’s skin.
Queenie licked her lips as Credence’s mouth pulled away from her nipple and he took the other one into his mouth. The cold air against her moist flesh caused her to shiver and moan aloud as she squeezed her thighs together to alleviate the growing pressure between her legs. “Credence,” Queenie moaned, she pulled away from him and sat in the open space on the bed between his legs. “Why don’t you touch me here?” Queenie ran a single finger up the spreading wetness in her panties.
Credence swallowed and nodded as he reached out and slowly peeled off the panties from her, she moaned softly biting her lip as the panties clung to her mound, sticky with her juices. The panties finally unstuck themselves from her and with a cool sigh Credence rolled them off of her and tossed them to the side of the bed.
Credence stared at her pussy, enthralled. He brushed his thumb against her wet folds, a single string of juice clung to the pad of his thumb. He pressed his thumb against her again, spreading her apart slightly. Queenie moaned, her head falling backwards and her hair brushing against her shoulder blades. Credence pressed his other thumb against her lips and spread her apart like a flower, he could see her folds clearly. He moved his thumb upwards slightly until it brushed against her clit and her hips involuntarily thrusted up off of the bed.
“Touch me right there!” Queenie groaned with pleasure as Credence pressed firmly against her clit and rubbed circles against it, juices flowed out of her opening and it didn’t take her long for her fingers to curl fiercely into the comforter and her legs to quake as her orgasm found her.
Queenie moaned in content satisfaction as she sat up on her knees and pushed Credence back against the bed, removing his pants and boxers for him, she couldn’t wait and took his cock into her hands, he twitched in her hands and the expression on his face caused a chuckle to burst from her lips.
“I’ll take good care of you,” Queenie said as she raised her hips above him and pointed his cock against her entrance. She groaned in pleasure as she slowly engulfed him inside of her. Her hands pressed against his shoulders.
Pleasure was written all over his face as she began to slowly move up and down him, her wet folds gripping him tightly as she sank back down onto him and pulled herself up.
“Queenie,” he whispered harshly, there were tears prickling in the corners of his eyes from the immense pleasure that was lapping at his skin and coursing through him, they rolled out of his eyes and burned trails down his cheeks.
Something spurned Queenie on as she rocked her hips a little faster and moved up and down him like a piston engine, he thrust his hips up to meet her in sync with every single movement she made. “Just like that,” Queenie whispered harshly as warm heat grew within her gut, “just like that.” She rocked her hips furiously and bounced up and down as she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a mewling cry, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh became louder as brought her hips down against his. Credence’s grip against her thighs became harder as tears leaked from his eyes.
Queenie screwed her eyes shut as her breasts bounced, she reached a hand between her legs and rubbed her fingers against her clit as she could feel Credence stiffen inside of her, before a burning warmth flooded inside of her as Credence gasped and his muscles stiffened. Queenie rocked her hips faster and faster as she chased after her orgasm only to have it hit her with such a tremendous force that she lost the ability to even breathe or think for a few moments.
Queenie smiled to herself as the quaking effects of her orgasm subsided, she brushed Credence’s tears away with her thumbs.
Oh yes, Queenie definitely had her own brand of kindness.
And it always worked.
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