Hard to Be Soft (Tough to Be Tender), g!Brendon/g!Spencer, NC-17
Title: Hard to Be Soft (Tough to Be Tender)
Authors: boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: girl!Brendon/girl!Spencer
Word Count: 1,300+
Summary: "And no head in the shower, I'm not getting sore knees too."
Disclaimer: I clearly don’t own any of these people and this clearly never happened.
Warnings: Spanking, consensual genital slapping.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "genital torture" and not actually as scary as it sounds. Thank you to boy_wrangler for the awesome as always beta, and to blindingsight, fictionalaspect, and untappedbeauty who also looked over this for me. Also, fallintosilence who never gets mad at me even when I make her help me change the same line nine times in the course of an hour. ♥ Title from "Help, I'm Alive" by Metric.
Brendon's face is pressed into the bed but Spencer can still hear her, gasping out, whimpering, even though at some point "please" had stopped sounding like a word and had faded into one long string of sound interrupted each time Spencer brought her hand down onto Brendon's ass.
Spencer has pinned Brendon's arms behind her back, her fingers stretched wide and almost numb from holding them in place for so long. Brendon is arching her back where she's spread over Spencer's lap, pushing back into Spencer's other hand, even though it's a been a few minutes since Spencer's last stroke. Brendon's cunt is wet and swollen between her legs, flushed almost as red as her ass, and Spencer trails her free hand over Brendon's ass and cups Brendon's cunt. She grins when Brendon shivers and pushes back against Spencer's hand.
"Mmm?" Spencer hums, and Brendon makes a desperate noise, tries to push back even more, her cunt spreading wetly across Spencer's palm. Spencer draws her hand back, just an inch or so, and brings it back down to smack wetly over Brendon's cunt. It's not enough to hurt or even sting, but Brendon mewls, her entire body starting to shake faintly, her wrists flexing in Spencer's grip.
"Five more of that, or ten more on your ass?" Spencer asks, drawing her hand away and smoothing it up over Brendon's flushed ass, trailing wetness.
Brendon groans into the mattress, babbles out, "I don't, I don't . . .Spencer, Spencer, Spencer."
They've talked about this. Brendon knows she can stop this if she needs to, knows what to say, but she's working her hips fruitlessly against Spencer's thigh, looking for friction, and she's still so wet.
Spencer trails a finger down the middle of Brendon's cunt, skirting her clit then trailing back up, pressing inside just briefly to rub where Brendon's hot and clenching. "Brendon," she says, "I need a decision."
"Five," Brendon gasps, shifting back further onto Spencer's finger. "Five, please, five."
Brendon's voice is strained, strung out. Spencer pulls her finger free, brings her hand up and smooths Brendon's sweaty hair back from her forehead. Brendon leans into the touch and Spencer strokes at Brendon's cheek, groans quietly when Brendon darts her tongue out to lick her taste off of Spencer's fingers. Spencer pulls back and curves her palm over Brendon's shoulder, pressing down a little until Brendon shifts, arches her back to bring her ass higher, legs spread just enough.
Brendon tenses, bracing herself when Spencer's hand covers her cunt, but instead Spencer skims her fingers over Brendon's skin, slow and thorough, petting and stroking and spreading wetness until Brendon's covered everywhere, cunt and thighs and the bottom of her ass shining with it. Spencer drags her fingers down the crease beneath Brendon's ass, digging in, and trails down the backs of Brendon's thighs where they're trembling. Spencer's teasing, letting her fingernails brush and scrape gently over Brendon's thighs, back and forth until Brendon is arching up into the touch, panting a little. Spencer presses her fingers in then, drags her nails up the inside of Brendon's thighs, skimming them lightly over the swollen skin of her cunt until Brendon finally breaks and gasps out, "Please," voice shaking. "Please, please, please."
"Count for me," Spencer says, and Brendon nods. She takes a second to shift, spreads her legs a bit wider, and she's still getting settled so she isn't expecting it when Spencer brings her hand down swiftly, open palmed. It's not a hard stroke, just firm enough for Brendon to feel it; but the noise it makes, wet and sucking where Brendon's flesh molds to her palm, goes straight to Spencer's cunt.
"O-one," Brendon breathes out shakily.
Spencer doesn't make her wait, brings her palm down again, exact, keeping the position steady. She can feel where Brendon's clit is pressing harder into her palm now, can feel where Brendon's getting wetter against the heel of her hand.
"Two," Brendon says, shuddering into the stroke, shoulders twisting, wrists flexing in Spencer's grip.
Spencer raises her hand again, just a little higher, lets it fall a bit heavier, and she swallows heavily when she feels the wetness from Brendon's cunt actually displace between the webs of her fingers.
"Three," Brendon says, voice gone a bit hazy and breathy.
Spencer's hand is shaking slightly when she raises it again and she has to take a second, steady herself, focus on Brendon before bringing her palm down again. Brendon's clit is a hard point of pressure against Spencer's palm, and she whines a little, high in her throat, the sound sending a jolt between Spencer's legs.
"Four," Brendon says, and it comes out weak and slurred.
"Brendon," Spencer says sharply, something in her chest drawing up tight.
"Here," Brendon replies quickly, more clearly, checking in.
Spencer's heartbeat settles and she stares down at Brendon, spread open over her lap and so fucking swollen, skin flushed red.
"Ready?" she asks after a moment.
Brendon nods jerkily, and Spencer brings her hand down a final time, harder than before, hard enough to sting. Instead of pulling back, she cups her hand over Brendon's cunt and Brendon's hiss of surprise slides into a groan, as she rocks back into Spencer's hand, her cunt spreading and spasming against Spencer's palm. And fuck, she's not actually--
"Bren," Spencer asks, breathlessly, but Brendon's gone, shaking and twisting in Spencer's grip, on her lap, rocking down onto Spencer's palm. Brendon's clit is throbbing against the heel of Spencer's hand, her cunt hot and wet and fluttering against Spencer's fingers as she comes, and it's. Fuck. It's just about the hottest thing Spencer has ever seen.
Spencer moves to let go of Brendon's wrists only to realize her hand is locked up, fingers gone numb, and they creak painfully when she forces herself to flex then clench, working the blood back through her hand. Brendon's wrists are red against the pale skin of her lower back, vivid marks that will likely bruise in the shape of Spencer's fingers, and Spencer wants to apologize but she can't think right now, not with Brendon still spread over her lap, face pressed into the blankets and ass in the air, pressing her cunt into Spencer's hand.
"Christ," Spencer says, stroking at the small of Brendon's back with her free hand. "Brendon, fuck." Brendon groans into the bed, wrung out and exhausted. "I'm going to move, okay?" Spencer asks. When Brendon nods weakly, Spencer pulls her hand away from Brendon's cunt, forces herself not to touch the swollen, flushed skin. "Come on," she urges, pushing at Brendon's hips. "Shower."
Brendon groans, shakes her head, but her ass is covered in marks and they've been through this before. If she doesn't get Brendon into a cool shower soon, Spencer will hear about it for days. "Nope, come on," she says, gripping Brendon's hips carefully and shifting out from under her. "You'll feel better, you know you will."
"Fine," Brendon mumbles. "But you're seriously going to have to help me up. And no head in the shower, I'm not getting sore knees too."
Spencer smirks, lets Brendon loop her arms around Spencer's neck and pulls Brendon to her feet. Brendon stumbles into her a little, warm and heavy against Spencer's side, and Spencer wraps an arm around Brendon's waist, tucks her in closer. Spencer ducks her head down, kisses the corner of Brendon's mouth that she can reach from this angle. "Hey," she says softly, brushing Brendon's hair back from her forehead with her free hand. "Love you."
Brendon makes a happy little humming noise and tilts her head up, stretches up onto her toes to meet Spencer's mouth. "Love you too," Brendon says between lazy kisses, "but I'm still not going down on you in the shower."
Authors: boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: girl!Brendon/girl!Spencer
Word Count: 1,300+
Summary: "And no head in the shower, I'm not getting sore knees too."
Disclaimer: I clearly don’t own any of these people and this clearly never happened.
Warnings: Spanking, consensual genital slapping.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "genital torture" and not actually as scary as it sounds. Thank you to boy_wrangler for the awesome as always beta, and to blindingsight, fictionalaspect, and untappedbeauty who also looked over this for me. Also, fallintosilence who never gets mad at me even when I make her help me change the same line nine times in the course of an hour. ♥ Title from "Help, I'm Alive" by Metric.
Brendon's face is pressed into the bed but Spencer can still hear her, gasping out, whimpering, even though at some point "please" had stopped sounding like a word and had faded into one long string of sound interrupted each time Spencer brought her hand down onto Brendon's ass.
Spencer has pinned Brendon's arms behind her back, her fingers stretched wide and almost numb from holding them in place for so long. Brendon is arching her back where she's spread over Spencer's lap, pushing back into Spencer's other hand, even though it's a been a few minutes since Spencer's last stroke. Brendon's cunt is wet and swollen between her legs, flushed almost as red as her ass, and Spencer trails her free hand over Brendon's ass and cups Brendon's cunt. She grins when Brendon shivers and pushes back against Spencer's hand.
"Mmm?" Spencer hums, and Brendon makes a desperate noise, tries to push back even more, her cunt spreading wetly across Spencer's palm. Spencer draws her hand back, just an inch or so, and brings it back down to smack wetly over Brendon's cunt. It's not enough to hurt or even sting, but Brendon mewls, her entire body starting to shake faintly, her wrists flexing in Spencer's grip.
"Five more of that, or ten more on your ass?" Spencer asks, drawing her hand away and smoothing it up over Brendon's flushed ass, trailing wetness.
Brendon groans into the mattress, babbles out, "I don't, I don't . . .Spencer, Spencer, Spencer."
They've talked about this. Brendon knows she can stop this if she needs to, knows what to say, but she's working her hips fruitlessly against Spencer's thigh, looking for friction, and she's still so wet.
Spencer trails a finger down the middle of Brendon's cunt, skirting her clit then trailing back up, pressing inside just briefly to rub where Brendon's hot and clenching. "Brendon," she says, "I need a decision."
"Five," Brendon gasps, shifting back further onto Spencer's finger. "Five, please, five."
Brendon's voice is strained, strung out. Spencer pulls her finger free, brings her hand up and smooths Brendon's sweaty hair back from her forehead. Brendon leans into the touch and Spencer strokes at Brendon's cheek, groans quietly when Brendon darts her tongue out to lick her taste off of Spencer's fingers. Spencer pulls back and curves her palm over Brendon's shoulder, pressing down a little until Brendon shifts, arches her back to bring her ass higher, legs spread just enough.
Brendon tenses, bracing herself when Spencer's hand covers her cunt, but instead Spencer skims her fingers over Brendon's skin, slow and thorough, petting and stroking and spreading wetness until Brendon's covered everywhere, cunt and thighs and the bottom of her ass shining with it. Spencer drags her fingers down the crease beneath Brendon's ass, digging in, and trails down the backs of Brendon's thighs where they're trembling. Spencer's teasing, letting her fingernails brush and scrape gently over Brendon's thighs, back and forth until Brendon is arching up into the touch, panting a little. Spencer presses her fingers in then, drags her nails up the inside of Brendon's thighs, skimming them lightly over the swollen skin of her cunt until Brendon finally breaks and gasps out, "Please," voice shaking. "Please, please, please."
"Count for me," Spencer says, and Brendon nods. She takes a second to shift, spreads her legs a bit wider, and she's still getting settled so she isn't expecting it when Spencer brings her hand down swiftly, open palmed. It's not a hard stroke, just firm enough for Brendon to feel it; but the noise it makes, wet and sucking where Brendon's flesh molds to her palm, goes straight to Spencer's cunt.
"O-one," Brendon breathes out shakily.
Spencer doesn't make her wait, brings her palm down again, exact, keeping the position steady. She can feel where Brendon's clit is pressing harder into her palm now, can feel where Brendon's getting wetter against the heel of her hand.
"Two," Brendon says, shuddering into the stroke, shoulders twisting, wrists flexing in Spencer's grip.
Spencer raises her hand again, just a little higher, lets it fall a bit heavier, and she swallows heavily when she feels the wetness from Brendon's cunt actually displace between the webs of her fingers.
"Three," Brendon says, voice gone a bit hazy and breathy.
Spencer's hand is shaking slightly when she raises it again and she has to take a second, steady herself, focus on Brendon before bringing her palm down again. Brendon's clit is a hard point of pressure against Spencer's palm, and she whines a little, high in her throat, the sound sending a jolt between Spencer's legs.
"Four," Brendon says, and it comes out weak and slurred.
"Brendon," Spencer says sharply, something in her chest drawing up tight.
"Here," Brendon replies quickly, more clearly, checking in.
Spencer's heartbeat settles and she stares down at Brendon, spread open over her lap and so fucking swollen, skin flushed red.
"Ready?" she asks after a moment.
Brendon nods jerkily, and Spencer brings her hand down a final time, harder than before, hard enough to sting. Instead of pulling back, she cups her hand over Brendon's cunt and Brendon's hiss of surprise slides into a groan, as she rocks back into Spencer's hand, her cunt spreading and spasming against Spencer's palm. And fuck, she's not actually--
"Bren," Spencer asks, breathlessly, but Brendon's gone, shaking and twisting in Spencer's grip, on her lap, rocking down onto Spencer's palm. Brendon's clit is throbbing against the heel of Spencer's hand, her cunt hot and wet and fluttering against Spencer's fingers as she comes, and it's. Fuck. It's just about the hottest thing Spencer has ever seen.
Spencer moves to let go of Brendon's wrists only to realize her hand is locked up, fingers gone numb, and they creak painfully when she forces herself to flex then clench, working the blood back through her hand. Brendon's wrists are red against the pale skin of her lower back, vivid marks that will likely bruise in the shape of Spencer's fingers, and Spencer wants to apologize but she can't think right now, not with Brendon still spread over her lap, face pressed into the blankets and ass in the air, pressing her cunt into Spencer's hand.
"Christ," Spencer says, stroking at the small of Brendon's back with her free hand. "Brendon, fuck." Brendon groans into the bed, wrung out and exhausted. "I'm going to move, okay?" Spencer asks. When Brendon nods weakly, Spencer pulls her hand away from Brendon's cunt, forces herself not to touch the swollen, flushed skin. "Come on," she urges, pushing at Brendon's hips. "Shower."
Brendon groans, shakes her head, but her ass is covered in marks and they've been through this before. If she doesn't get Brendon into a cool shower soon, Spencer will hear about it for days. "Nope, come on," she says, gripping Brendon's hips carefully and shifting out from under her. "You'll feel better, you know you will."
"Fine," Brendon mumbles. "But you're seriously going to have to help me up. And no head in the shower, I'm not getting sore knees too."
Spencer smirks, lets Brendon loop her arms around Spencer's neck and pulls Brendon to her feet. Brendon stumbles into her a little, warm and heavy against Spencer's side, and Spencer wraps an arm around Brendon's waist, tucks her in closer. Spencer ducks her head down, kisses the corner of Brendon's mouth that she can reach from this angle. "Hey," she says softly, brushing Brendon's hair back from her forehead with her free hand. "Love you."
Brendon makes a happy little humming noise and tilts her head up, stretches up onto her toes to meet Spencer's mouth. "Love you too," Brendon says between lazy kisses, "but I'm still not going down on you in the shower."