Saturday Free-For-All

[monica_catch22]

HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE! Go craaaaaazy!

Drill is as follows: Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt. Leave your kink at the dink... or something. Just make sure you post in the proper format, such as in the example below:

For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Burn

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom,

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[_calex_]

She's a wet dream come to life, literally, and damn him for still being able to get hard even as the thought disturbs him. This girl with someone else's personality programmed into her to make her his perfect plaything, writhing on the expensive sheets of his five star hotel suite bed, moans pouring out of a throat that's stretched out as she throws her head back, arms straining as she pulls against the ropes that keeps them there. Her skin's sweat slicked gold, perfect breasts tipped with nipples his lips and teeth and tongue have tasted and teased into hardness even as he tries to remind himself that she's just a means to an end, that she's just a job that he needs to do for the greater good. He shouldn't touch her, but he knows they've got her monitored. Her heart beat stays calm, and they'll know something's up, but he keeps thinking that he could've done something else, should've done something else to fool them but he can't stop his hands from touching her, feel her so wet and ready for him.

Her legs wrap around his waist, long and slender and just as perfect as the rest of her and it has him groaning, surging up, pushing into her even as she lets out a dark, husky laugh filled with triumph. Sweat stings his eyes as he looks down at her, sees those red lips swollen and shiny with spit from sucking his cock and crushes his mouth to her, doesn't care that he can taste himself in her mouth, just pushes his tongue inside to stop the torrent of filthy words that had driven him completely insane all. damn. night.

He knows they wouldn't approve, knows that Nate will look at him in that way that pisses him off, knows that Sophie would be so disappointed in him, but he doesn't care, can't care when he feels her slick and tight around him, can see her nails gouging at the head board as he slams into her as fast and hards as she asks, demands. Even though he knows it's wrong, even though he knows it's impossible, he wants to mark her, he wants to brand her with his scent, with the feel of him so that somewhere, somehow, she'll remember him. So that even after they wipe her pretty head clean of their perfect weekend together, she'll get flashes of what he's done to her, of what they've done together.

He buries his face against her neck as he comes, and knows that it could never happen.