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Today was a very VERY special day for Lightbulb. Like, a super special day. Probably the most specialist day ever. Words in the english language couldn't even begin to describe how special today was! It was just super special, y'know? Why was it special? Because today, Paintbrush didn't have to work, and they had asked Lightbulb to hang out.
Lightbulb and Paintbrush had been dating for a couple months, a little close to a year even. They had both decided to keep it a secret for a little while, but they both had different reasons for it.
Paintbrush wanted to keep it lowkey just incase there was the small chance it wouldn't work out which was INSANE! How could it ever not work out, they are made for each other! Lightbulb doesn't get too upset about it, she knows Painty just has a bad habit of overthinking.
Lightbulb wanted to keep it on the lowkey because she wanted to keep their small moments to herself. She didn’t need anyone (cough cough Fan cough cough) being all nosy in her relationship; though, sometimes she longs to show everyone how lucky she is to have scored someone like Paintbrush.
Lightbulb checks her hair, making sure there are no curls out of place for the millionth time in the last 20 minutes. She never really cared about her hair looked, it was naturally wild and she liked it that way. Maybe it's just her being antsy about having to wait so long to head out. The two aren't even going out anywhere, they are literally just having a sleepover in Painty's room. She checks the time. 1930. Eh, only an hour early, good enough.
Lightbulb grabs her bags with her clothes and toiletries, a huge ass pillow from her bed and zooms out the door. Luckily, Paintbrush's room is only a couple doors down so she didn’t have lug all of her things very far. Once she got to their door, she lightly kicked at it, not wanting to drop her stuff.
It was silent for a few moments before the door unlocked, and there they were in all their glory, Paintbrush.
"Lightbulb? You're an hour early, I thought we agreed on 2030?"
"Forgot to change my clock time." She pushed past them into their room, dropping her bags on the floor and looking around. Nothing really changed all that much, their fairy lights were still the only source of light they chose to use, and there weren't any new photos of the two of them on their Polaroid wall; maybe that would change tonight. Their bed was made tidy, and their sheets had stayed the same; although they looked a lot more fresh, like they had just been washed recently, a detail that didn't matter all that much. The only thing that was different was how tidied up their art corner was compared to last time, but Paintbrush always had a tendency to clean before guests arrived.
"Uh-huh, sure." A loud beeping sound rang out through the room, making the two jump. Paintbrush rushed over to their microwave and pulled out a bowl of freshly popped cobcorn. They brought the bowl over to one of their nightstands that had been cleared, placing it in the middle where a bunch of candy bags surrounded.
"I didn't know which candies you would want this time so I got a few. I have some butter if you..." They trailed off as a they watched Lightbulb start dumping all of the candy into the bowl with zero hesitation. When she noticed Paintbrush looking at her, she just shrugged. "I'm guessing no butter then."
"Oh, no, I still want the butter."
"You want the butter... with the candy?"
"Yes."
Paintbrush stares at her for a minute before their expression turns to one of unamusemnet. "Not too surprised, honestly."
She giggles in response as she watches them rummage around their mini kitchen for some butter. She can't help but just stare at them. They're wearing a pale yellow, tight, cropped tank top and baggy lowrise sweatpants with different art tools on them and fuzzy black socks. They looked cute, drop dead gorgeous even.
Lightbulb should have looked away by now, maybe even started looking for a movie to watch, but she just couldn’t tear her eyes away. So much of Paintbrush's skin was out for her to see, and she just wanted to feel it. She has a million times before when holding their hand, grabbing onto their arm, or cuddling them, but this felt so different. Lightbulb wanted to just feel the soft skin on her fingertips as she ran them down their body, wanted to hold them close and kiss their face and neck and-
Lightbulb smacked her hands onto her face as she caught her thoughts. Gotta keep it PG-13 she thought to herself, trying to cloud her mind with the thoughts of ducks swimming around in a pond to bring color back to her red face.
"So,"
Lightbulb jumped as she heard Paintbrush speak up, but was glad that they hadn’t noticed it since they were more focused on grabbing the butter for the cobcorn.
"What movie do you want to watch this time?" They sliced a chunk of butter from a bar into a bowl, placing it into the microwave to melt.
"Iron Lung." She answered, having completely tossed aside her earlier thoughts now that she was handed a good distraction.
"We watched that one last time, Lightbulb."
"Psh, fine." She reached down to take off her converse, setting them beside Painty's bed. "How about Pretty In Pink? Or that one lesbian cheerleading movie?"
"But I'm A Cheerleader?"
"Yeah, that one!"
"We could watch both, if you want." Paintbrush took the bowl out of the microwave, going to the cobcorn bowl and pouring it out evenly throughout. "I'll set up the movies if you want to go change into PJ's or something."
"Okay!" Lightbulb ran over to her bag, still in the middle of the room, and grabbed a handful of clothes before sprinting into their bathroom.
The second she closed the door, Lightbulb was immediately overwhelmed by the scent of every product Paintbrush used. Their lavender perfume, their coconut scented shampoo, their vanilla lotion, it attacked at her senses. Lightbulb had to take a second to gather her bearings. What was happening to her?! What is this weird feeling taking over her body and mind? The longer she was surrounded by the smell the more this strange feeling in her gut started to grow. She wanted to take in more of their scent. She wanted to press her face into their neck and inhale the scent of their perfume as she sucked at their soft skin, she wanted put her face between their legs and-
"Get it together, LB." She scolded herself, turning on the sink and splashing her face with water. She quickly changed out of her clothes and into her PJ's, which consisted of a baggy Chappell Roan t-shirt that was a size too big, black pajama shorts with stars on them, and pink fuzzy socks. None of it matched, but why did it need to?
Lightbulb splashed her face with some cold water once more for good measure before re-entering Paintbrush's room. Tossing her used clothes back into her bag, she quickly hopped onto their bed and made herself right at home. Paintbrush was already in the bed, munching on some cobcorn.
"Let's get this show on the road!" Lightbulb pulled Paintbrush closer so that they were sitting in her lap, their back lying against her chest with her arms around their waist. They tensed up for a sec, face turning slightly crimson before they relaxed and leaned back against her; it made Lightbulb's heart do sixty-seven somersaults. She rested her chin on their shoulder and they went tense once more, making Lightbulb feel a little worried; was she making them uncomfortable?
"Sh-should uh," Paintbrush cleared their throat, shifting in Lightbulb's arms. "Which movie should we start with?" They fumbled with picking up the remote at their side, turning on the TV and pulling up the search list.
"Pretty In Pink." Her response wasn't as enthusiastic as it normally would have been, as her mind was occupied. Why was Paintbrush acting like this? They've been flustered by things she has done before but this just feels... different. Almost like there is some sort of tension, tension so thick it would have to be cut with a steak knife.
For the majority of the movie, everything was fine. It was when Andie and Blane started to kiss, passionately, did Lightbulb notice that Paintbrush was tense and shifting around uncomfortablely. She was starting to feel super self conscious, and it was really overwhelming her.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" She blurted out, making Paintbrush freeze. They immediately turned to face her with a very confused and almost offended look, like the idea of her making them uncomfortable was some sort of sin.
"No? Why would you think that?"
"Well..." Lightbulb undid her arms around their waist and brought them to her chest, picking at her fingers in a nervous habit. "You just... keep getting tense and start shifting around like you're uncomfortable." Her voice seemed to get quieter and quieter the more she spoke.
The confusion stayed on their face for a moment before slow realization seeped in, then their face turned a very deep shade of red for a good moment. "Oh. Oh, no no no. I'm not uncomfortable with anything you're doing, I promise Lighty." Paintbrush brought their hands up to gently hold Lighty's face, their thumbs caressing the soft skin. She couldn’t help but lean into it, they made her feel so safe and loved. "If you were doing anything that I didn't like, I'd tell you."
Lightbulb held that nervous look on her face for a moment longer before cracking a smile. Though, what was originally a sweet smile, soon turned into a mischievous one as an idea formed. "Well... how do you feel about this?" Lightbulb pushes Paintbrush's hands off of her face as she reached out to grab theirs and pull them close. She started planting kisses on every part of Painty's face that she could reach, their nose, lips, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, forehead, literally everywhere.
Paintbrush's laugh made Lightbulb's heart race, they held her wrists gently and put very little effort in trying to pull away. They didn't want to pull away, they wanted this moment to last as long as possible, to distract them from the thoughts that have been bothering them for weeks; the thoughts of all the things they wished Lightbulb would do to them. Paintbrush felt content like this, letting Lightbulb kiss their face all over as they laughed from the sensation.
They suddenly froze as they felt lips on the pulse point of their neck. It was so soft, a delicate kiss, but holy SHIT did it make their heart burst and their gut scream.
Lightbulb instantly pulled away when she felt them freeze, worry in her eyes. Did she go too far? Was it too much? Was it too early?
"Can you... can you do that again?" Paintbrush breathes out, not even looking at Lightbulb. They could feel the phantom of her lips on their pulse and it felt almost mocking. They hoped they didn't sound desperate, that was the last thing they wanted to sound like.
The question shocked Lightbulb. They were tense, they weren't looking at her, and there was some weird look in their eyes, but they were asking her to do it again. Lightbulb was frozen, more like her body was stalled. She examined the look in Painty's eyes, she took note of how dilated their pupils were and how overall glazed their eyes were. There was always a light in someone's eyes, but the light always gave off a different look based on emotion. The more Lightbulb really focused on that light, the more it clicked together in her mind, the easier it became to identify this tension.
"Do you want it too?" She asked, her hands resting on the bare skin of Paintbrush's waist, letting their shiver seep into her fingertips. "The same things I want? Do you think about them as much as I do?"
There was the off chance that Lightbulb was wrong about all of this (although that was highly unlikely), but at this point, she didn’t care. She had asked it, she had committed to it. If she was wrong, she'd take a leap off the sixty-foot cliff later, but now, she was just going to hope and pray that Paintbrush wanted everything she wanted too.
Silence. Shocked silence, if you will. As if they couldn’t believe what they were hearing.
Then:
"I do," Paintbrush whispered, like their answer was a sacred secret. "All the time."
Lightbulb didn’t think in the next seconds following their answer, she just did. She leaned up, kissing them hard and desperately, like she couldn’t get enough; and she really couldn't. Paintbrush parted their lips for her and she gladly took the offer as she pushed her tongue into their mouth. Paintbrush tasted like almond and cinnamon, an interesting mix, but one that she felt fit perfectly. It was a taste she was addicted too, like a drug. Every time she kissed them, she found herself wanting to push her tongue deeper into their mouth, like it would give her more of their taste.
Soft hands slowly came up as fingers brushed the edge of Paintbrush's top. They weren't sure if it was adrenaline, or the overwhelming need for Lightbulb, but they instantly pulled away to practically rip their tank top off, tossing it to who knows where. They were out of breath, their chest heaving and their gasps for air were loud, and it didn't help that Lightbulb was staring at their exposed chest. Her pupils had blown wide, black swallowing electric blue. Their breasts were small, but she didn’t care at all. It was the fact that this was a part of Paintbrush that she had never seen before, an intimate part of their body that they were trusting her with.
"Woah," She brought a hand over their chest, hesitating, waiting for their approval. When she was given a firm nod, she gently grabbed one of their breasts, feeling the soft skin in her fingers. Lightbulb was on the verge of going full on feral. It felt a little surreal to think that Paintbrush was letting her see and touch them like this. It just had to be a dream. A dream where Paintbrush was topless on top of her, pulling her into another deep kiss and overwhelming her once more with their taste as both her hands came up to firmly, but not painfully, squeeze their breasts.
The two couldn’t spend a single second not kissing each other. Everytime they pulled away to try and make some sort of progress, they would find themselves back at square one. Neither of them could really help it, they felt that burning desire to just fuse together, and it was hard to achieve such goals when you weren't constantly pressed together. The farthest they had gotten was Lightbulb being topless and Paintbrush being stripped to their boxers.
Lightbulb felt she was going inanimate insane! Paintbrush kept making the most beautiful noises everytime she touched or squeezed them in any sort of sensitive area, yet it just wasn't enough. It was nothing but whimpers and gasps, and it just wasn’t enough to fill her heat addled mind.
"Ugh, this is going nowhere." Lightbulb complained as she broke away for air. "I hate going nowhere." Within seconds, Lightbulb had switched their positions. Paintbrush was now lying back on the bed with Lightbulb on top, straddling them.
Paintbrush was at a loss for words. It was like there was a hazy cloud surrounding their brain, preventing them from even trying to get a single thought out. Their chest heaved as they caught their breath, hands lying awkwardly at their sides, and their eyes glancing anywhere and everywhere that wasn't the beautiful woman on top of them.
"Lookin' a lil flustered there, Painty." Lightbulb pointed out.
"Fuck you."
"Nah, I'm more focused on you."
Paintbrush would have said something in response if the implication of her words didn't make them feel ten times hotter. They brought their hands up to cover their burning face as they heard her giggle, god they probably looked really pathetic.
Lightbulb moved farther down on the bed traced her fingertips down Paintbrush's body, her fingers tugging lightly on the edge of Paintbrush's boxers. She watched as they uncovered their face, giving her a desperate nod. They lifted their hips for her and she quickly tugged their boxers off.
There they were, in all of their beautiful, naked glory.
She brushed her middle finger over their clit, a loud, sharp hitch of breath escaped Paintbrush. Lightbulb lost it, officially, completely. She shimmied down the bed, laying herself in between Paintbrush's legs as she parted them, and dove in.
Paintbrush gasped, their back arching off the bed as Lightbulb took their clit into her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to play with it. It felt so good in a way that words just could not describe. They shivered, their legs started to shake despite having just started. This was a new sensation to them, sure they had tried to pleasure themself on their own before, but that could never compare to this.
Lightbulb went slow. It wasn't about getting them to finish but more of just making them feel good. Yet, despite her efforts, they would do nothing more than gasp and whimper (and maybe curse every now and then). She'd have to try something different. She pulled her mouth away from their clit, their head snapping up to demand what she was doing. Before they could get anything more than a syllable out, she licked a stripe from their oozing hole up to their clit.
The cry Paintbrush let out was enough to make Lightbulb orgasm.
"FUCK! Lighty, oh my god, please do that again." Paintbrush had grabbed onto the curls atop her head, needing literally anything to keep them from ascending; because they were pretty sure they could if she did that enough times.
She did even better.
Lightbulb slipped a finger into Paintbrush's hole, another one following not too long after when she was confident they could take a second. Another cry left Paintbrush's throat. Thank GOODNESS Test Tube had built the walls to be soundproof.
She leaned her head back down to keep playing with their clit as she thrusted her fingers in and out of Paintbrush. Her speed wasn't too slow to the point where it was agonizingly teasing, but it wasn’t too fast that it would bring Painty over the edge before they could even process the pleasure. Every cry, every moan and every scream fueled Lightbulb to keep going, even when her arm grew tired and achy. All she wanted was to please Painty, to drive them over the edge of pleasure and make them see a galaxy of stars. It was her sick desire.
5 minutes of Paintbrush in insane amount of pleasure, the coil in their gut slowly building until it was still, ready to snap at any second. Their moans picked up and tears started to brim in their eyes.
"Lightbulb I- shit, I'm close.." They could barely get the words out as they gasped for air, their heart beating rapidly as they braced themselves.
"Relax, I've go you Painty," Her words were muffled, but the sensuality of them still pulled through and reached Paintbrush's ears.
The coil snapped.
They fell apart with a long cry of pleasure.
Their body started to writhe. Lightbulb had to hold their legs apart as she helped them ride out their orgasm, pulling her fingers out and licking up every drop their body expelled, until they started violently shaking in overstimulation. She sat on her knees, looking down at her shivering partner as they slowly recovered from their orgasm. Their eyes were wide and glazed with pleasure and wonder, making her smile as she felt she had succeeded. She made Paintbrush see stars.
Lightbulb licked the slick off her fingers, savoring the tangy taste of Paintbrush, and wiped her face off as she hopped off the bed. She quickly retrieved a bottle of water from Painty's mini kitchen, and was back at their side within seconds. By then, their body had pretty much calmed. Their gaze seemed more down to earth as they had looked at her when she approached them.
"Would you look at that, Painty. Another case cracked!" She said as she handed them the bottle, making them pause as they reached out for it.
"...Excuse me?"
"Get it? Because I cracked you!"
"Please stop talking." There was no real bite behind their words as they said this. Paintbrush took the bottle from Lightbulb and started chugging. How they didn't end up choking was beyond Lightbulb.
"Did you, uhm, need some attention?" Paintbrush asked, setting the now empty plastic bottle onto the nightstand beside them.
"Hm? Oh, nah. I pretty much busted after you screamed real loud." She climbed into the bed beside them, grabbing their waist and pulling them close with her face pressed into their neck. "You sounded like an absolute angel, Painty."
Paintbrush flusteredly giggled, hugging onto Lightbulb tighter. "Well, next time I get to treat you. Kay?"
The thought of a next time made Lightbulb ecstatic! "Yeah yeah, next time." Her eyes flitted up to their face, she could see the exhaustion in their features. She wasn’t surprised. She pressed a light kiss to their neck.
"Goodnight Painty. I love you."
"I love you too, Lighty."
Then, the two drifted to sleep, completely forgetting to turn off the TV. A problem for tomorrow.