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I have one other fic I wrote for the BBtP challenge, this one is with original characters. It is f/f. Enjoy!

Title: Drag King Dreaming
Author: etextraordinary
Fandom/Pairing: Original F/F
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~950
Summary: Lesbian finds passion at a drag show.
Disclaimer: These characters are mine, any resemblance is coincidental
Highlight for Warnings: * f/f , drag king*
Beta:Un-beta’d, all mistakes are mine.



“Please help me welcome to the stage our next drag king, Mr. B!” the announcer said. Mr. B walked out on the stage wearing old beat up jeans, a white button down and a black tie, he had a pinstripe fedora to top it all off. His song started, “I’m Your’s” by Jason Mraz. The only coherent thought in my head was, “I want him to tie me to the bed and fuck me all night.”

I grabbed my beer and took a swig. I waited until he was partially through the song before I took two dollars out of my wallet and walked up to the stage. I was dancing along with the cool almost reggae beats when he came over to take his tip. He leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Meet me in the bathroom after my song.” He pulled back and looked at me; I smiled widely and he tipped his hat at me.

I walked back to my chair, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to explode over my face. I watched his every move on stage. Every step he took made my underwear even wetter. The next few minutes ticked by so slowly, but so quickly at the same time. I never wanted to stop watching his performance, but I also wanted the song to end so I could meet him in the bathroom.

Finally the song ended, and he walked off the stage. I watched him maneuver through the crowd-greeting people with handshakes and pats on the back. As he reached the exit to the bathrooms, I saw him glance around the crowd, looking for me. I quickly downed the remainder of my beer and made my way to the exit.

I rounded the corner to the bathrooms and there he was, leaning casually against the wall. I walked up to him smiling sweetly. “Hi,” I said standing a little bit too close. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek, “Hi,” he responded smiling.

I stood up on my tiptoes and breathed against his lips, we were only centimeters apart now. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, but was most likely only a second or two, before he kissed me. His lips were soft and supple but firm and demanding at the same time. I leaned forward so I was resting against him and he put his hands around me, pulling me even closer. I wound my hand in the hair at the base of his neck and his hands were working their way under my shirt. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, “Bathroom?” He nodded and pulled me after him into the last stall in the row.

I locked the door and he pushed me up against the wall, his hands on either side of my head and leg shoved between mine. He leaned in again and kissed me hard; his tongue pushed into my mouth and swirling with mine. He nipped at my bottom lip making me moan. He lifted my shirt and slid my bra off, licking and sucking on my nipple. I reached around him, trying to take his shirt off, but he grabbed my hand and gave me a warning look. I moved my hand back down to his pants and slid my hand under the waistband.

He kissed down my chest to my pants, where he paused for a second looking up at me, wanting permission to remove them. I nodded and thrust my hips into his face. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down, leaving them pooling at my ankles. He kissed down to my hair and then spread my lips apart. He snaked his tongue in between my lips and gently lapped at my clit. It was all I could do not to thrust onto his face.

Suddenly, he stood up, kissing me hard and shoving two fingers into my dripping hole. His fingers were expertly working my cunt, hitting my G spot on every stroke while his thumb was circling and pressing into my clit. I threw my head back in ecstasy and he took the opportunity to suck a small mark into my neck. I gasped and moaned as I came, my pussy contracting hard around his fingers. He continued to push his fingers inside me until I had stopped shaking from my intense orgasm.

He removed his fingers and put them in his mouth to suck my juices off of them. I kissed him hard, my tongue searching his mouth, finding my taste mixed with his.

I leaned back against the wall, breathing hard, he helped me pull my pants back up and put myself back in my shirt. Once I was all straightened up, I said, “That was incredible.”

He just smiled and said, “You were pretty hot too.”

Hoping to go home with him or at least get a phone number; I suggestively asked, “So when do I get to return the favor?”

“Give me your phone.” I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. He programmed his number into it and said, “Call me tomorrow.” He kissed me one more time and turned to walk out of the stall. As his hand was on the door I said, “I’m Anna.” He smiled and walked out of the bathroom.

I went to the sink, looked in the mirror. My lips were bruised from being kissed and some of his stage makeup had rubbed off on me. I took a wet paper towel and cleaned myself up, before going back out to the bar and ordering another drink.