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Tip the Scale (Moira x Mercy Smut)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Moira O’Deorain/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler

Words: 4305

Summary: Dancing and drinking at a college party is the most fun that anyone can have without taking their clothes off. Unless, of course, Moira O’Deorain is there. Then you can do both.

Unabashed Moicy smut available both here and on AO3

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It was known that this particular party was going to be the kickback of the semester. The word had been buzzing around the campus for weeks, every student excited about the proposition of getting to let loose and have a good time.

And after weeks of long all-nighters and near perfect scores, there was no way Angela Ziegler was going to miss this.

It’d taken absolutely zero convincing to get her to go. She was willing before her roommate, Lena, even asked. If there was one thing Angela was going to do, it was take the opportunity to dress a little slutty and have a few drinks.

The music blared from inside the house and could be heard from at least a block away. Outside on the front lawn, students spilled across the grass, drinks and cigarettes in hand. Both Angela and Lena shared an excited grin between them before Lena grabbed her hand, pulling her inside.

The noise was far louder inside than outside, and Angela found herself yelling in order to be heard over the cacophony. Lena led her into the kitchen, grabbing one of the miscellaneous bottles of liquor and two cups before pouring bother herself and Angela a healthy amount. The blonde didn’t like to make a habit of drinking, given all of the consequences it could have later down the line, but tonight didn’t matter. School had stressed her out far too much and after doing remarkably well, she deserved to have some fun. One night wouldn’t irreparably damage her liver.

“To getting absolutely fucked!” Lena yelled over the music.

“To getting absolutely fucked!” Angela laughed in agreement as she clinked their cups together. She’d never get used to the burn that the alcohol created in her chest after she drank, but she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a grimace and held out the cup for another. Shrugging, Lena complied and poured them both another.

The house was overflowing with people, making it stuffy and hard to navigate. Angela and Lena managed to shove their way through the crowd and find a place on the couch to sit. It’d only been about ten minutes before Angela started to feel giggly, her vision beginning to blur.

“You alright, Angie?” Lena asked and the blonde nodded.

“Yeah, I’m great!” Angela nodded her head a little too fast, laughing as she felt dizzy.

“Drunk yet?”

“Getting there! Do you want to dance?” Angela didn’t wait for an answer, pulling her roommate off of the couch and over to where everyone else was in the middle of the room.

Angela wasn’t the best of dancers sober, but by the grace of whatever high power was above, she could hold a rhythm while tipsy. It’s not like college parties required very much good dancing from her anyway; dancing usually just involved being as horny as you could, grinding on a stranger while keeping your clothes on.

She wouldn’t openly admit it, but Angela had plenty of practice regarding such.

She vibed well with the music, being cheered on by Lena as she moved her hips with a girl she’d seen around campus, but had never spoken to. That was the beauty, in Angela’s opinion. There was something about getting to have such an intense moment with a stranger and then never having to see them again. It took the pressure off of performing well, and that was what made it fun.

“Don’t be shy, baby.” She said,grinding her ass against the woman’s front. Guiding the strong hands, Angela moved them down closer to her thighs before placing her own over them. She leaned into the touch, her hips flush against Angela’s backside as they danced together. After a while, Angela turned around, smiling at the pretty girl who’d been behind her.

The dark haired girl leaned down closer to Angela’s ear, her lips barely ghosting her skin.

“I’m Fareeha.” She said, barely audibly over the music.

Ah, so this was the infamous Fareeha Amari.

“Angela, nice to meet you.” She pulled Fareeha in closer, the two of them flush together. Feeling bold, Angela guided Fareeha’s hands down lower until they were resting on her ass. The blonde could feel the other girl’s breath catch in her throat as she flashed her the flirtiest smile she could manage.

There was something Angela loved about flustering and teasing women that she’d never get bored of.

With a devilish smile appearing on her face, Angela lightly gripped Fareeha's waist. The taller girl squeezed Angela’s ass in return, her face turning red as Angela leaned up towards her ear.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Angela asked, and the nod from the other girl was almost instantaneous. “Good choice.”

Among the queer community in the area, Angela Ziegler was notorious for being an amazing kisser. She didn’t mind that that was her claim to fame; if anything, they’d be correct.

The blonde wasted no time in bringing her lips to meet Fareeha’s, eager to make out with her. It seemed that Fareeha was just excited, pulling Angela in closer. Angela’s tongue sought to gently open Fareeha’s mouth, allowing for them to kiss even deeper, a moan escaping from the taller girl.

They kissed for the remainder of the song, feeling sweaty and out of breath once it ended and another began. Adjusting her top to keep her breasts from spilling out, she gave the girl a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Find me if you want another dance later!” She said, as Fareeha stood blushing, almost in disbelief of what had just occurred. Angela gave her a wink, before dragging Lena off to the kitchen for another drink.

This time, the alcohol didn’t sting as it went down her throat. Or if it did, she was too far gone to notice. Her stomach lurched in protest at her fifth cup of the night, and she decided not to have any more after that out of fear of making herself sick in front of everyone.

Heading back to dance, Angela felt truly free as the song blared from the speakers in the corner. Lena was close by, drunk, but not nearly as drunk as the blonde. Angela was surprised that she was the most intoxicated between them, considering her roommate was noticeably smaller than she was. Angela was just fine with that, though. It was understandable that not everyone wanted to get as hammered as she was right now.

After a few songs, Lena pulled her out of the crowd, towards the edge.

“Are you alright?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m–” Angela stopped mid sentence, the residual alcohol burning her throat. “I’m fine!”

“You’re swaying, Angie.”

That was true, Angela was having a hard time staying still without the urge to fall over. She was thankful that she’d decided to forgo any sort of heel tonight and settled on platform sneakers instead.

“I’m okay Lena, I promise.” Angela’s brows had knitted into a frown and she stumbled forward to put her hand on her friend’s shoulder. Lena sighed, catching her as she missed.

“Alright, I’m going to get you some water and then we’re going to go outside for some fresh air. Stay right here, don’t move.” And with that, Lena disappeared to find a bottle of water.

Angela wanted to wander, but at the fear of upsetting her friend, she leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes as the room spun around her. Minutes felt like hours, but Lena finally returned with a bottle of water, hooking an arm around Angela as she led her outside.

“For someone so small, you’re so strong.” Angela commented, trying not to trip over her own feet as they walked through the doorway.

The cool night air did wonders for Angela’s foggy head and slowly churning stomach. The blonde gulped down the water eagerly, thirsty from dancing and sweating for the past two hours.

“I needed that.” She said, wiping the trail of water that had dribbled down her chin. Lena patted her on the back. Though Angela wasn’t sober, she felt only tipsy as she leaned against the railing. A notification sounded, and Lena pulled her phone from her pocket.

“Oh shit, Emily’s asking where I’ve gone,” Lena said, reading the message. “Will you be alright out here on your own for a bit?”

Angela nodded, the effects of the alcohol dulling as she was away from the party.

“I should be fine. I’ll be back inside in a few minutes, I’ll find you.”

“Text me if you need me!” Lena said, giving her a thumbs up before disappearing inside the house.

Aside from the music, it was relatively quiet outside. Angela’s ears still rang from being exposed to the noise for so long, but the high pitched whine began to subside the longer she stood there. About thirty feet from her, another student laid on their side in the grass. Her stomach turned as they vomited and she looked away so that she didn’t trigger her own gag reflex.

“Fancy seeing you here, Ziegler.” A voice said behind her, and she turned around to see the person she least expected to see.

Moira O’Deorain was far from one of the people she thought would be partying on a Friday night, and especially not dressed like this. Moira always wore stiff collared shirts tucked into her creased slacks, her red hair neatly gelled back into place and her round glasses perched on the bridge of her prominent nose. Tonight, however, she looked nothing like that.

Angela couldn’t keep her mouth from falling open at the sight of Moira in jeans, of all things. She wore platform Doc Marten loafers, causing her to be even taller than she usually was, clearing Angela by at least an entire foot. Her glasses were nowhere to be found, and for once, her hair wasn’t slicked back. It fell rather messily, with short pieces framing her face and ending just above her shoulders in the back in a mullet.

What Angela noticed most of all was the fact that only one of Moira’s buttons was fastened on her shirt, leaving more than enough of her chest on display.

“You should probably close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.” Moira said, a smug look on her face as Anglea blushed in the dim lighting.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect you to be here.” Angela said, shuffling over a bit to make room for Moira to lean against the railing.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She answered simply, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and placing one between her lips.

Angela had never seen someone look so attractive.

Moira lit the end, inhaling before blowing smoke out between her teeth.

“What on earth is a student like little Miss Angela Ziegler doing at a party like this?” Moira asked, turning her heterochromatic gaze down on Angela.

“I could ask you the same.”

“I did ask first.”

Angela rolled her eyes. Even though she looked entirely different and was just as tipsy as the blonde, Moira was still the same vexatious student.

“For the same reason as anyone else. To get drunk and have a good time.” Angela answered, her words a little slurred. She tried her best to ignore the way that Moira held the cigarette between her pointer and middle finger and how her curtained bangs fell over her eyes as she looked down.

“I can tell you’re tipsy.” Moira said simply as she tapped the ash away.

“How?”

“I’ve seen you dancing and I watched you stumble out here with your friend. Lena, was it?” Angela was slightly embarrassed about Moira seeing the dancing, but part of her wanted Moira to see it. An even bigger part of her wanted Moira to want to dance with her in the same way, hips moving together as they would sweatily grind to some god awful pop song from the speakers.

“Are you alright there?” Moira asked. A look of concern briefly flashed in her eyes, and Angela blushed again.

“I’m fine.” She said, trying to clear the thought of Moira’s hands on her ass out of her mind.

The pair were silent for a while while Moira continued smoking.

“I must say, that outfit,” Moira paused to let her gaze drift from Angela’s chest and back up to her eyes, “Suits you very well. I like it.”

Angela felt her breath catch as she realized that Moira O’Deorain was giving her a genuine compliment. She felt giddy, although she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the constant nagging feeling she felt in her core as she stood next to Moira. However, given that she was still intoxicated, the next sentence out of her mouth wasn’t very smooth at all.

“Are you drunk, Moira?” Angela asked, squinting her eyes.

“I doubt I would've had the confidence to approach you otherwise, angel.” Moira said, confirming Angela's question. Angela had noticed her words weren’t as clear as they usually were, much like her own.

“Well… I think you look hot, too.” Angela said, going back to Moira’s previous statement and looking up from beneath her lashes at the Irishwoman.

And it seemed to work, Moira’s cheeks flushing pink as Angela inched closer to her.

“What are you doing?” The redhead asked as Angela was now touching her side.

“You sound nervous, Moira.” Angela teased, running her fingers across Moira’s arm. She stiffened under her touch, but both of them knew it wasn’t because she was uncomfortable.

“And what makes you think that, angel?”

Angela’s eyes moved downward to look at Moira’s soft lips before darting them back up again to make eye contact. From the way Moira smirked, the blonde knew she noticed. Moira shifted a bit to face Angela, the half burned cigarette dangling between her fingers off of the edge of the railing.

“No reason at all.” Angela almost whispered as she brought her hand to the back of Moira’s neck, gently pulling her down towards her. Moira, although surprised, leaned down as well, her eyes shutting in bliss as the two met in a kiss.

And with that, the flood gate of tension between them was broken.

Angela moaned a little as Moira bit her bottom lip before she pulled away. Moira opened her mouth to say something, but she wasn’t able to get anything out. This time, Angela grabbed a little more forcefully, causing the cigarette to drop from Moira’s hand onto the concrete below as Angela passionately kissed her like she’d been waiting to do this forever.

In truth, Angela had been thinking about it ever since she’d met the other woman.

With both of her hands now being free, Moira pulled Angela flush against her, gently pushing her back until she was pressed against the railing. With Moira now being in control, Angela moaned again as her mouth opened to allow the other’s tongue inside. They kissed deeply, an intimacy between them that could’ve only been built from months of tension and yearning. The blonde yelped in surprise as one of Moira’s hands gently grabbed her ass, and the two pulled away from each other. With chests heaving and wide pupils, they stared at each, both in disbelief for a split second regarding what had just happened.

Moira was the first to smirk, leaning down to press her lips Angela’s exposed neck before moving her lips up to her ear.

“Follow me, angel.” And from her husky tone alone, Angela decided that she would’ve followed her anywhere.

Her head still spun a little, being tipsy from both the alcohol and the kiss, but Moira led her back into the house and up the stairs, entering a room and closing the door behind them and locking it.

“I think we should pick up where we left off, don’t you?” Moira said, and Angela nodded, eager to get her hands on Moira.

In an instant, Angela was pressed against the wall with Moira’s lithe hands clumsily undoing the clasp on the front of the shirt that barely contained her chest. In any other situation where she hasn’t had anything to drink, the blonde could only assume it would’ve been done much more skillfully. Angela quickly shrugged it off of her shoulders, her rosy nipples instantly hardening upon being exposed to the air of the room.

Moira couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips as she gently grabbed both breasts with her hands, feeling Angela arch into her touch. She couldn’t contain the soft moan that escaped from her lips as Moira’s thumbs ghosted gently across her nipples, her lips nearing Angela’s neck once again.

“W-wait.” Angela stuttered out, and Moira stopped, raising an eyebrow. The blonde tried to pull Moira’s shirt off as well, but couldn’t due to the button. Sensing what she wanted, Moira undid the fastener, letting her satin shirt fall to the ground around her feet.

“It’s only fair.” She smirked, thoroughly enjoying the lustful look on Angela’s face as she drank in the sight of Moira’s bare torso. She was rail thin, much like Angela expected, but her boobs were among the most amazing that she had seen, dusted with a litany of ginger freckles that spanned from shoulder to shoulder.

“Don’t be shy, now.” Moira said, guiding Angela’s hands to her chest. Angela let out a stuttering breath as Moira encouraged her to touch, feeling slightly overwhelmed. She’d imagined this scenario for nights on end, with one of her hands between her own legs. To be here now was quite literally a dream brought to fruition.

With a sly grin on her face, Angela hooked her fingers into Moira’s belt loops and pulled her in closer. Moira inhaled sharply as Angela’s lips connected with her collarbone, gently sucking until she formed a bruise. She continued doing this while Moira subtly squirmed against her, trying her hardest to stifle her gasps with each new hickey.

Once satisfied with the array of dark red across Moira’s shoulders, Angela began kissing lower, lower, lower until her tongue flicked across the redhead’s nipple. At this, she was unable to contain the hiss, one of her forearms flattening against the wall to keep herself steady. Angela smiled before wrapping her lips around it entirely, rolling her tongue against it as she sucked gently.

“That’s it, Angela.” Moira said, her eyes shutting as her hand rooted its way into the hair at the base of Angela’s neck. Being fueled by the encouragement, Angela kept at it, finding new ways to draw gasps and quiet moans from the other woman as she was held in place.

After a few minutes, Moira had seemingly grown bored, even though she was enjoying Angela’s attention. Putting her hand under Angela’s chin, she tilted her head upwards, and they began kissing again, just as fiercely as they had done outside earlier.

In here, Angela didn’t have to be as quiet, so she whimpered into Moira’s mouth as she was pressed against the wall again. It seemed that Moira enjoyed this, trying her best to draw every last sound out of Angela that she could. The pads of her thumbs massaged against Angela’s nipples as they kissed, Moira occasionally giving a gentle pull or pinch. This drove the other up the wall, and she could feel the ever increasing wetness pooling between her thighs.

“Moira…” Angela breathed, the teasing almost becoming too much to bear.

“Do you need something more, m’aingeal?” Moira asked, her knee gently nudging apart Angela thighs and settling against her core. A pang of heat shot through her stomach at the switch in language, and she was unable to stop herself from grinding against Moira’s knee, desperate for friction to relieve the tension that she was feeling.

Angela wanted to slap the smug grin off of Moira’s face, but didn’t have the heart to do so. She was enjoying herself far too much to do much else other than focus on her own pleasure. The Irishwoman moved her knee in sync with Angela’s rolling hips, trying her best to keep up.

“Slow down, I’m not done with you yet.” Moira said, pulling her knee back. Angela whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, and the look on Moira’s face made her think that she almost felt bad for doing so. Instead, Moira’s hands moved down towards the button and zipper of Angela’s jeans, pausing before she undid them.

“Is this alright?” She asked, and Angela nodded quickly, wanting Moira to move faster. After receiving confirmation, the redhead undid Angela’s jeans, her thin hand sliding down the front to rub Angela’s soaking cunt through the fabric of her underwear. There was no hiding her arousal, and Angela almost felt embarrassed at how wet she was. Moira was silent as she swiped her fingers across in a slow rhythm that provided almost no relief to Angela as she tried to grind herself in the fingers.

“Touch me.” Angela found herself whining, needing more stimulation. To her surprise, Moira complied, slipping the fabric aside and gathering slick on her fingers. Angela couldn’t stop her hips from bucking, and Moira gave a low, throaty chuckle at her reaction.

“Patience.” Was the only word she offered as she brought her fingers out of Angela’s pants and up to her lips. Time seemed to stop as Angela watched Moira lick her fingers, groaning at the taste.

“You taste as sweet as you look.” Moira said, before hooking her fingers into the waistband of Angela’s pants and tugging them downward. She turned Angela around so that her chest was pressed against the wall, Moira’s boobs pressing into her shoulder blades from behind. Anticipating what was to come, Angela inhaled as Moira’s hand snaked around the front of her thigh, settling between her legs. She nearly saw stars as Moira began to stroke tight circles on and around her clit, her moans freely escaping. Her fingers never settled into a rhythm, which frustrated Angela to no end, but it felt so good that she found that she didn’t care.

Gently, Moira parted the lips of her cunt before inching half a finger inside. Angela moaned, desperate for more and Moira complied, sliding her finger inside until her palm was against her clit.

“A-another.” Angela gasped out and Moira listened, adding in a second finger as she slowly worked her hand in and out. In a way that couldn’t have been achieved without practice, the redhead’s fingers stroked against Angela’s wall, causing her to tighten around her fingers. Moira let out a throaty groan, lightly grinding her own hips into Angela. She kept her pace, massaging a little harder as Angela fought everything in her not to ride the fingers.

“Turn around for me, I want to see your face when I make you come.” Moira growled against her ear.

And who would Angela be if she didn’t listen?

With her back against the wall once again, Angela nearly finished as she watched Moira sink to her knees, her hands splayed across Angela’s thighs. It was almost too much to bear as Moira kissed from the inside of her knee all the way up to her inner thighs, leaving light bruises in her wake. Becoming impatient, the blonde rooted a hand in the back of Moira’s hair, pulling her until her lips rested right over her heat.

Angela didn’t need to ask, her eyes begged enough as she bit her lip and tried bringing her hips towards Moira’s mouth. Without breaking eye contact, Moira licked her lips, her tongue darting out to lazily circle Angela’s clit. To keep herself from screaming, Angela’s hand quickly covered her mouth, stifling a high pitched whine. Moira smirked, her fingers of her right hand once again gently pulling the hood of Angela’s clit back to better expose her before diving back in.

She couldn’t stop herself from grinding into Moira’s mouth, holding her head in place as she did so. Using her other free hand, Moira plunged her fingers back into Angela’s wet slit, massaging again and knowing that she would soon reach her climax.

“Moira, p-please, I can’t–” Angela’s words stuttered along with her hips as Moira doubled down.

She didn’t remove her mouth, but her eyes said everything as she stared up at Angela with nothing but pure lust.

Angela lost it as she came, unable to keep herself silent as Moira took her through her orgasm. She hadn’t stopped until the blonde’s legs had nearly given out, shaking as she fought to catch her breath. Moira stood up, steadying Angela as she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist.

“Feeling okay?” She asked, and Angela nodded, still a little weak from her orgasm. Moira bent down to pick up both of their shirts, handing Angela hers as she worked to fasten the buttons on her own.

“You don’t want me to… return the favor?” Angela asked, placing her hands on Moira’s abdomen before she could finish buttoning. Moira looked slightly surprised before a smirk replaced the look on her face.

“I’m free right now if you’d like to come over.” Moira offered, a hungry look settling on her face as she looked Angela over again. Angela blushed, but a grin also settled on her face.

“Good,” she said, biting at Moira’s earlobe eliciting a shiver from the taller. “Because I’d love for you to make a proper mess of me.”

Moira couldn’t hide the redness of her face and chest either, so she settled for a short kiss on Angela’s lips.

“Come on then, angel.”

And Angela found herself giddy as Moira led her through the party, out of the house, and off towards her apartment to properly get her in bed.

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