#127 - Pressured (Ant-Man Movieverse, Hope/Scott, R)
Title: Pressured
Fandom: Ant-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Hope/Scott
Rating: R
Word count: 499
Timeline: Set after Ant-Man
Warnings: Spoilers for Ant-Man. Rough play.
Challenge: #127 Pressure
“Okay. So.” Scott’s got that carefully blank look on his face behind the helmet, the one that means he’s either uncomfortable, afraid, or super turned-on, and he’s going to start making stupid jokes to try to hide it.
He’s so transparent it’s embarrassing, but Hope’s come to think of it as ridiculously endearing. She’s not about to tell him that, though, so she settles for watching him squirm instead, smirking behind her own helmet.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t what your dad had in mind when he gave you that suit,” Scott deadpans, and on the uncomfortable/afraid/turned-on scale, he is definitely the latter right now. It’s another way he’s transparent to her, all these tells in the way his hands move, the way he shifts his weight between his feet.
Basically, Scott’s eager but also just wary enough of incurring Hank’s wrath or screwing their suits up that he’s hesitating. Which is fine, Hope’s always happy to take the lead.
Another layer of transparency - she knows that Scott likes it when she takes the lead, too.
“Don’t talk about my dad right now,” she says in that firm tone of voice that always makes Scott’s eyelashes flutter, just once. Yet another tell, this one all to do with sex. Hope lets her smile grow devious. “Now, get on your back.”
She can see him gearing up for another round of awkward commentary, so she ducks down, sweeps his legs out from under him. The landing doesn’t hurt him, of course. She’s taught him how to take a fall, and even if she hadn’t, the damage they can withstand when they’re shrunk is impressive.
That’s kind of the point of this.
Scott blinks up at her, smiles with obvious enthusiasm. “Well, while I’m down here,” he quips, all the hesitance gone. More for show than anything, because he likes it when she gets a little rough.
Hope’s planning on getting a lot rough, and she straddles Scott’s lap, presses her hands down on his chest.
They can take a lot of damage when they’re shrunk, and can pack some serious force. Hope breathes out slow, focuses on that knowledge, and grinds her hips down hard.
Scott’s hands snap to her waist, his eyes wide. “Well, shit,” he manages, a little shaky, and pulls at her in encouragement, but Hope’s way ahead of him. Rocking down again, feeling the shape of him between her legs where he’s already hard and hot through the fabric.
She sees the throw coming, but she allows it, lets Scott twist and tumble her onto her back, settling between her spread thighs. “You gotta try this,” he grins, and the pressure of him thrusting against her feels incredible, firm and solid and shoving her shoulders against the ground. Surrounding her, and it’s more than anything she’d feel if they were doing this without the suits, so damn overwhelming.
Hope palms the back of Scott’s neck. “Do it harder,” she smirks, and she loves his answering smile.
Fandom: Ant-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Hope/Scott
Rating: R
Word count: 499
Timeline: Set after Ant-Man
Warnings: Spoilers for Ant-Man. Rough play.
Challenge: #127 Pressure
“Okay. So.” Scott’s got that carefully blank look on his face behind the helmet, the one that means he’s either uncomfortable, afraid, or super turned-on, and he’s going to start making stupid jokes to try to hide it.
He’s so transparent it’s embarrassing, but Hope’s come to think of it as ridiculously endearing. She’s not about to tell him that, though, so she settles for watching him squirm instead, smirking behind her own helmet.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t what your dad had in mind when he gave you that suit,” Scott deadpans, and on the uncomfortable/afraid/turned-on scale, he is definitely the latter right now. It’s another way he’s transparent to her, all these tells in the way his hands move, the way he shifts his weight between his feet.
Basically, Scott’s eager but also just wary enough of incurring Hank’s wrath or screwing their suits up that he’s hesitating. Which is fine, Hope’s always happy to take the lead.
Another layer of transparency - she knows that Scott likes it when she takes the lead, too.
“Don’t talk about my dad right now,” she says in that firm tone of voice that always makes Scott’s eyelashes flutter, just once. Yet another tell, this one all to do with sex. Hope lets her smile grow devious. “Now, get on your back.”
She can see him gearing up for another round of awkward commentary, so she ducks down, sweeps his legs out from under him. The landing doesn’t hurt him, of course. She’s taught him how to take a fall, and even if she hadn’t, the damage they can withstand when they’re shrunk is impressive.
That’s kind of the point of this.
Scott blinks up at her, smiles with obvious enthusiasm. “Well, while I’m down here,” he quips, all the hesitance gone. More for show than anything, because he likes it when she gets a little rough.
Hope’s planning on getting a lot rough, and she straddles Scott’s lap, presses her hands down on his chest.
They can take a lot of damage when they’re shrunk, and can pack some serious force. Hope breathes out slow, focuses on that knowledge, and grinds her hips down hard.
Scott’s hands snap to her waist, his eyes wide. “Well, shit,” he manages, a little shaky, and pulls at her in encouragement, but Hope’s way ahead of him. Rocking down again, feeling the shape of him between her legs where he’s already hard and hot through the fabric.
She sees the throw coming, but she allows it, lets Scott twist and tumble her onto her back, settling between her spread thighs. “You gotta try this,” he grins, and the pressure of him thrusting against her feels incredible, firm and solid and shoving her shoulders against the ground. Surrounding her, and it’s more than anything she’d feel if they were doing this without the suits, so damn overwhelming.
Hope palms the back of Scott’s neck. “Do it harder,” she smirks, and she loves his answering smile.