[Erm... cw: nsfw implications]

Maybe it hurt a little, the relentless burning in the back of her throat and the ache in her knees - but Juno couldn't help the building feeling of ecstasy and the tiniest twinge of annoyance at being pushed.

She didn't mind it all that much, taking it all in at once, but a warning might've been nice.

"Gotcha...!"

She chuckled, swiping her helmet before any of your 'mess' could've reached her.

"...asshole."

You smiled as you watched her, still on her knees staring up at you with a hatred-filled glare. Your 'mess' wasn't avoided - it was still on her to deal with after you'd swiped at her helmet a second time, leaving it to fall and land exactly where you wanted it.