Fic: Like Spinning Plates (Heroes)
Title: Like Spinning Plates
Author: arenotvalid aka smercy
Rating: smut (adult)
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Adam Monroe
Pairings: Angela/Adam
Genre: smut
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own "Heroes" and I won't own "Heroes" and I won't make any money from this.
Warnings: sex.
Word Count: 1805
Status: one-shot, finished
Author's Note: written for the heroes anon kink meme at perdiccas's lj. reposting here.
Summary: anon kink meme needs no summary!
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Angela Petrelli looked deliciously petulant standing at the other end of the hallway in a tiny skirt that was just a bit too tight. Bob Bishop was standing a bit too close to her and one of her high black heels was impatiently tapping at the floor, subtly of course, Angela never revealed more impatience than was necessary. Adam took stock of his surroundings, realized that he was actually quite bored and decided to rescue her. Quietly extracting himself from Kaito, he walked quietly over to Angela and made quick excuses to get her removed. Most women would have thanked him or at least smiled in gratitude, Angela simply raised an eyebrow.
Adam pulled her into her husband's office because her husband was away on business and really, he was quite bored. Angela had been flirting with him for months with no opportunity to be alone and she was standing next to him inside of her husband's office, with one eyebrow raised in challenge. Adam stood for a few moments, simply looking upon the structure of her face before pushing her back three steps to against the door and kissing her. Slowly kissing her, devouring her small gasp and pressing up against the cold steel door. Angela's mouth tasted of expensive chocolate.
When she wanted air, she bit his lip, flushed and gasping. Adam kept close to her, resting his lips at the corner of her mouth as he locked the door behind them. Angela looked impassive, almost defiant as she stared at him, and Adam could feel exasperation building in his gut. He kissed the lipstick from her mouth and the breath from her lungs until she was quivering against him, but she did not so much as moan. So Angela got off on the games, Adam loved that too. He shoved one knee between her thighs, pulling her skirt upwards and nibbling at her jawline. "I'm going to fuck you on that desk," he whispered.
"Absolutely not," she hissed, "That is my husband's desk." She bit his chin in retaliation as he pulled her across the room. Her mouth began to taste like his blood, and he would carry her over to the desk if he had to, that stubborn wench. Angela made a sharp turn towards the couch once they reached the middle of the room, nipping his shoulder when he tried to redirect her. He tried kissing her senseless, but that didn't work well enough. Her hair was quite mussed, though, so he took it down.
Finally, Adam threw her bodily against the nearest hard surface, relishing the sight of her shoulders pressed tight to it and her chest heaving. "Fine," Adam growled, undoing her blouse buttons, "I'll just fuck you up against this wall." Angela gasped in assent and kissed him harder, using her teeth. He wanted to ruffle her calm, make her cry out and lose control, and completely hard just thinking about it. Her mouth was coppery and swollen red, he shoved her harder against the wall, maneuvering a knee between her thighs and pulling her skirt up.
At least she wasn't in a corset, and Adam took a great amount of satisfaction when sliding Angela Petrelli's black panties down her thighs and into his pocket. She looked lovely, all disheveled and smirking as though she had won something. He kissed the smirk from her mouth, loving the heat of her mouth and the saliva all over her cheeks and her cool hands pressing against his shoulders. Oh, but her pushiness was making this fun. Adam unzipped his pants with great fanfare, smiling into her neck and pressing her tight against the wall. "Condom," she commanded, almost icily. Fucking new age and their fucking condoms, he couldn't possibly catch any diseases so he ignored her. "Condom," she repeated, more forcefully.
Angela wrenched herself away, glaring, and stalked over to the desk. She rummaged around in the back of the third drawer, pouting and disordered until she found a condom. She stomped back over to him with an exasperated sigh and roughly shoved the condom onto his cock, using her fingernails and snapping it uncomfortably once she was done. And Angela was entirely too pushy for her own good, so Adam set about kissing some of the defiance out of her, only stopping once she began to moan in protest. He was ready, almost desperately so.
And she was thoroughly wet, slick all over for him. A woman could be dishonest and deceitful, but her cunt would never lie; and Angela was positively soaked, making delectable noises as he readied her for the penetration. Ignoring the impatience in her moans, Adam slid slowly inside of her, enjoying every little spasm and hitch in her hips and fuck, the heat of her. He always loved this part, when his face was pressed against her throat and the hidden, unfamiliar parts of a woman became completely open to him. He could tell already that Angela loved it rough, she was not content to stay still as he buried himself in her.
He wasn't going to let her overcome him, this young girl with swollen lips and entirely too much stubbornness. Adam set a pace that was at once too fast and shifted to an angle that would be frustratingly good, but not enough to finish her. Angela gasped around him, shivering and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. She was still entirely too impassive, so he lifted her legs higher around his waist and held on to her face, sloppily kissing her mouth and chin and jaw. She was good, enthusiastically returning his thrusts, but too quiet.
Adam fucked her for twenty minutes, never once faltering or changing tempo as she began to twist impatiently atop him, squirming for a different angle. Her eyes were hard, frustrated, and Angela was positively drenched. She raked her fingernails at his shoulders, groaning lower in her throat. "Fuck, Adam," she gasped. He laughed in return, twisting his hips once before returning to the original pace. She was so luscious, completely mussed and panicked with lust. "Adam," she cried out, obviously mindful of the volume.
Angela Petrelli was entirely too controlled. He fucked her for another ten minutes, not letting her reach down to relieve herself or to shift into a better position. Quietly chuckling at her frustration, he began to whisper in her ear, conscious of her needy gasps. "I'd say you're a bit tired now, Angela." He nipped at her earlobe, thrusting a bit harder. "Frustrated, even." She gasped angrily and turned to violently bite his jaw. "You know, my knees don't tire. I can do this all night, until you're begging and mindless."
"Fuck you," she hissed, scraping his shoulders. He fucked her for a few more minutes, ignoring the clock as he savored her struggling. She was enjoying herself almost against her will, and she made no move to ask him to stop. Almost feral, she was ragefully beating at his shoulders and cursing under her breath. He began to turn her face to his, kissing her for too long. Adam barely needed oxygen, he kissed her until she was breathless and dizzy and slumping against him. Angela had almost submitted to him, perfect.
She was flustered and half-dressed and out of her mind up, fucked against a wall in her husband's business office. Adam whispered, "You are going to come exactly when I say so," and abruptly changed angles. This time, her clitoris was pressed up against him and Angela bucked with the friction. Her muscles seemed to flail against her will and Angela looked defiant and agonized all over him. She became almost impossibly tighter. Adam loved this part, watching women come undone. He leaned closer to her, dragging his lips up to her ear as he whispered, "Now," and quickly slid his fingers over her clitoris. Angela exploded in orgasm, fluttering all around him with her eyes wrenched closed.
Even in the midst of a violent orgasm, Angela never truly lost control. Adam grit his teeth, furious. She settled around him, limply draping her body over his as he continued slowly thrusting to prolong her pleasure. Angela was a smart woman, she was obviously expecting to stay compliant while he finished himself off, but she had miscalculated. He made a sudden twist of his hips and began to fuck her faster; and she was positioned perfectly around him, one heel clattering loudly to the floor.
Body arching in surprise, Angela moaned from deep in her throat like the sound was torn from her gut. Immediately frantic, she bit into his collarbone and wailed. Poor girl, she was so obviously oversensitive. But Adam had always loved a bit of pain to complement his sensation, and he groaned in satisfaction as her teeth broke the skin. And fuck, she was still so good even as she was delirious, and almost unbearably wet. The urgency building in his gut made it clear that Adam would not last much longer.
He loved the insistent buck of her hips and the sharp tearing of her teeth at his shoulder, and her overwhelming heat. She was glorious, mindlessly gasping and tearing at him. He pulled her into a devouring kiss, licking the blood from her lips as she was scorchingly hot. And her fingernails all down his back, and the needy sounds torn from her mouth. And she was coming so furiously all around him, and when he looked upon her, she appeared to be drowning in pleasure. Adam emptied himself into her, blissfully, in a few long pulls. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, panting and interlocked with her for a few long moments.
Angela pulled away from him first, entirely without embarrassment or timidity. As Adam leaned exhausted against the wall, he watched her smooth her skirt and rebutton her blouse. He tossed the condom lazily into the trash can and zipped his pants as she put her shoe back on, gently stretching and looking remarkably composed. Adam found quite a large blood stain on his white shirt, which now desperately needed an ironing, but the activity had been well worth it. Angela fixed her hair in a pocket mirror from her husband's desk, reapplying her lipstick as soon as the redness in her face began to fade. He slumped against the wall, sated, and content to watch her.
Angela Petrelli walked slowly over to him, completely collected. She leaned over to him, lips barely brushing the skin near his mouth. "You know," she whispered, "I am going to get you for that."
"I know," Adam replied, watching as Angela sauntered away, smirking. He was looking forward to it.
Author: arenotvalid aka smercy
Rating: smut (adult)
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Adam Monroe
Pairings: Angela/Adam
Genre: smut
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own "Heroes" and I won't own "Heroes" and I won't make any money from this.
Warnings: sex.
Word Count: 1805
Status: one-shot, finished
Author's Note: written for the heroes anon kink meme at perdiccas's lj. reposting here.
Summary: anon kink meme needs no summary!
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Angela Petrelli looked deliciously petulant standing at the other end of the hallway in a tiny skirt that was just a bit too tight. Bob Bishop was standing a bit too close to her and one of her high black heels was impatiently tapping at the floor, subtly of course, Angela never revealed more impatience than was necessary. Adam took stock of his surroundings, realized that he was actually quite bored and decided to rescue her. Quietly extracting himself from Kaito, he walked quietly over to Angela and made quick excuses to get her removed. Most women would have thanked him or at least smiled in gratitude, Angela simply raised an eyebrow.
Adam pulled her into her husband's office because her husband was away on business and really, he was quite bored. Angela had been flirting with him for months with no opportunity to be alone and she was standing next to him inside of her husband's office, with one eyebrow raised in challenge. Adam stood for a few moments, simply looking upon the structure of her face before pushing her back three steps to against the door and kissing her. Slowly kissing her, devouring her small gasp and pressing up against the cold steel door. Angela's mouth tasted of expensive chocolate.
When she wanted air, she bit his lip, flushed and gasping. Adam kept close to her, resting his lips at the corner of her mouth as he locked the door behind them. Angela looked impassive, almost defiant as she stared at him, and Adam could feel exasperation building in his gut. He kissed the lipstick from her mouth and the breath from her lungs until she was quivering against him, but she did not so much as moan. So Angela got off on the games, Adam loved that too. He shoved one knee between her thighs, pulling her skirt upwards and nibbling at her jawline. "I'm going to fuck you on that desk," he whispered.
"Absolutely not," she hissed, "That is my husband's desk." She bit his chin in retaliation as he pulled her across the room. Her mouth began to taste like his blood, and he would carry her over to the desk if he had to, that stubborn wench. Angela made a sharp turn towards the couch once they reached the middle of the room, nipping his shoulder when he tried to redirect her. He tried kissing her senseless, but that didn't work well enough. Her hair was quite mussed, though, so he took it down.
Finally, Adam threw her bodily against the nearest hard surface, relishing the sight of her shoulders pressed tight to it and her chest heaving. "Fine," Adam growled, undoing her blouse buttons, "I'll just fuck you up against this wall." Angela gasped in assent and kissed him harder, using her teeth. He wanted to ruffle her calm, make her cry out and lose control, and completely hard just thinking about it. Her mouth was coppery and swollen red, he shoved her harder against the wall, maneuvering a knee between her thighs and pulling her skirt up.
At least she wasn't in a corset, and Adam took a great amount of satisfaction when sliding Angela Petrelli's black panties down her thighs and into his pocket. She looked lovely, all disheveled and smirking as though she had won something. He kissed the smirk from her mouth, loving the heat of her mouth and the saliva all over her cheeks and her cool hands pressing against his shoulders. Oh, but her pushiness was making this fun. Adam unzipped his pants with great fanfare, smiling into her neck and pressing her tight against the wall. "Condom," she commanded, almost icily. Fucking new age and their fucking condoms, he couldn't possibly catch any diseases so he ignored her. "Condom," she repeated, more forcefully.
Angela wrenched herself away, glaring, and stalked over to the desk. She rummaged around in the back of the third drawer, pouting and disordered until she found a condom. She stomped back over to him with an exasperated sigh and roughly shoved the condom onto his cock, using her fingernails and snapping it uncomfortably once she was done. And Angela was entirely too pushy for her own good, so Adam set about kissing some of the defiance out of her, only stopping once she began to moan in protest. He was ready, almost desperately so.
And she was thoroughly wet, slick all over for him. A woman could be dishonest and deceitful, but her cunt would never lie; and Angela was positively soaked, making delectable noises as he readied her for the penetration. Ignoring the impatience in her moans, Adam slid slowly inside of her, enjoying every little spasm and hitch in her hips and fuck, the heat of her. He always loved this part, when his face was pressed against her throat and the hidden, unfamiliar parts of a woman became completely open to him. He could tell already that Angela loved it rough, she was not content to stay still as he buried himself in her.
He wasn't going to let her overcome him, this young girl with swollen lips and entirely too much stubbornness. Adam set a pace that was at once too fast and shifted to an angle that would be frustratingly good, but not enough to finish her. Angela gasped around him, shivering and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. She was still entirely too impassive, so he lifted her legs higher around his waist and held on to her face, sloppily kissing her mouth and chin and jaw. She was good, enthusiastically returning his thrusts, but too quiet.
Adam fucked her for twenty minutes, never once faltering or changing tempo as she began to twist impatiently atop him, squirming for a different angle. Her eyes were hard, frustrated, and Angela was positively drenched. She raked her fingernails at his shoulders, groaning lower in her throat. "Fuck, Adam," she gasped. He laughed in return, twisting his hips once before returning to the original pace. She was so luscious, completely mussed and panicked with lust. "Adam," she cried out, obviously mindful of the volume.
Angela Petrelli was entirely too controlled. He fucked her for another ten minutes, not letting her reach down to relieve herself or to shift into a better position. Quietly chuckling at her frustration, he began to whisper in her ear, conscious of her needy gasps. "I'd say you're a bit tired now, Angela." He nipped at her earlobe, thrusting a bit harder. "Frustrated, even." She gasped angrily and turned to violently bite his jaw. "You know, my knees don't tire. I can do this all night, until you're begging and mindless."
"Fuck you," she hissed, scraping his shoulders. He fucked her for a few more minutes, ignoring the clock as he savored her struggling. She was enjoying herself almost against her will, and she made no move to ask him to stop. Almost feral, she was ragefully beating at his shoulders and cursing under her breath. He began to turn her face to his, kissing her for too long. Adam barely needed oxygen, he kissed her until she was breathless and dizzy and slumping against him. Angela had almost submitted to him, perfect.
She was flustered and half-dressed and out of her mind up, fucked against a wall in her husband's business office. Adam whispered, "You are going to come exactly when I say so," and abruptly changed angles. This time, her clitoris was pressed up against him and Angela bucked with the friction. Her muscles seemed to flail against her will and Angela looked defiant and agonized all over him. She became almost impossibly tighter. Adam loved this part, watching women come undone. He leaned closer to her, dragging his lips up to her ear as he whispered, "Now," and quickly slid his fingers over her clitoris. Angela exploded in orgasm, fluttering all around him with her eyes wrenched closed.
Even in the midst of a violent orgasm, Angela never truly lost control. Adam grit his teeth, furious. She settled around him, limply draping her body over his as he continued slowly thrusting to prolong her pleasure. Angela was a smart woman, she was obviously expecting to stay compliant while he finished himself off, but she had miscalculated. He made a sudden twist of his hips and began to fuck her faster; and she was positioned perfectly around him, one heel clattering loudly to the floor.
Body arching in surprise, Angela moaned from deep in her throat like the sound was torn from her gut. Immediately frantic, she bit into his collarbone and wailed. Poor girl, she was so obviously oversensitive. But Adam had always loved a bit of pain to complement his sensation, and he groaned in satisfaction as her teeth broke the skin. And fuck, she was still so good even as she was delirious, and almost unbearably wet. The urgency building in his gut made it clear that Adam would not last much longer.
He loved the insistent buck of her hips and the sharp tearing of her teeth at his shoulder, and her overwhelming heat. She was glorious, mindlessly gasping and tearing at him. He pulled her into a devouring kiss, licking the blood from her lips as she was scorchingly hot. And her fingernails all down his back, and the needy sounds torn from her mouth. And she was coming so furiously all around him, and when he looked upon her, she appeared to be drowning in pleasure. Adam emptied himself into her, blissfully, in a few long pulls. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, panting and interlocked with her for a few long moments.
Angela pulled away from him first, entirely without embarrassment or timidity. As Adam leaned exhausted against the wall, he watched her smooth her skirt and rebutton her blouse. He tossed the condom lazily into the trash can and zipped his pants as she put her shoe back on, gently stretching and looking remarkably composed. Adam found quite a large blood stain on his white shirt, which now desperately needed an ironing, but the activity had been well worth it. Angela fixed her hair in a pocket mirror from her husband's desk, reapplying her lipstick as soon as the redness in her face began to fade. He slumped against the wall, sated, and content to watch her.
Angela Petrelli walked slowly over to him, completely collected. She leaned over to him, lips barely brushing the skin near his mouth. "You know," she whispered, "I am going to get you for that."
"I know," Adam replied, watching as Angela sauntered away, smirking. He was looking forward to it.