Fic: Ride
Title: Ride
Author: crystalchances
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1200
Warnings: RPF, bondage
Pairing: Naya/Darren
Summary: Handcuffs and sex.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All events in this have been completely made up and do not represent a truthful depiction of these people or their lives. I ask that you please do not share this with any of the people involved.
Note: A marginally on time birthday ficlet for my incredible beta, anodrethlluvine! I hope this is something along the lines of what you were looking for, even though I also hope this is a bit of a surprise. Also, many thanks to xxxraquelita for her quick read through!
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Before leaving for the cast’s mid-summer party that night, Darren hadn’t expected a thing. Sex wasn’t even on his mind (okay, that was a lie, because sex was always running through his mind at some basic level), Naya was only a stray thought as someone who would also be at the party, and handcuffs were nowhere even close to the picture.
Yet here he was, a scant few hours later, lying spread out on Naya’s bed, naked as a newborn. Handcuffs were very, very in the picture. He tugged his arms and noted that his hands were barely able to budge an inch due to the furry pink cuffs around his wrists, the chain between them wound tightly around the headboard.
Not that he was complaining. This was all very unexpected, but he most definitely was not complaining.
“Fuck, Naya,” he moaned, pulling again against the handcuffs and feeling a thrill shoot through his body when he couldn’t move his hands.
“That’s the plan,” she said, smirking as she walked around the bed. She was still dressed in that super short black and silver striped dress she had worn to the party-the skintight one that barely covered her, both on top and on bottom. He had been admiring the way it hugged her curves just right most of the night, and he thought he hadn’t been too obvious. He was pretty sure he had been wrong.
Naya teased the inside of one of his wrists with a nail before walking her fingers down his arm, toward his shoulder. He bit back a laugh when the sensation tickled the inside of his elbow, and she slapped his arm lightly in reprimand. “None of that now,” she teased.
He sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and nodded. She hummed happily, rubbing the spot she had hit on his arm with her palm, then continuing downward, onto his chest. He prepared himself to feel the light brush of her skin against his nipple, but he was caught off guard and opened his eyes in surprise when instead of the gentle touch of skin he instead felt the warm wetness of her mouth.
He moaned and lifted his chest up toward her mouth as much as he could without his arms available as leverage.
“Uh uh uh,” she chastised, pulling away, but leaving a hand resting gently against his chest. Rolling one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she knelt one knee next to him on the bed and swung the other up and over his torso. The movement caused her dress to ride up, and Darren was able to catch a glimpse of short dark hair against sun kissed skin before it disappeared against his own.
She was so, so close to him, and he whined, pulling against the handcuffs again. “Please, Naya,” he panted. He hadn’t realized until now how hard he had gotten in the past few minutes, but now with her so tantalizingly close to him, he was pretty sure he was going to die if she didn’t help him out soon.
“Please what?” she asked, bending low over him so that he could see down the top of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but her boobs hung perfectly in the fabric and all Darren wanted to do was reach over and feel them in his hands.
But he couldn’t, and he groaned in frustration.
“What do you want, Darren?” she asked, pressing a finger to her lips and then turning her hand to press that finger against his own lips. She slid ever so slightly downward, and he could tell that she was definitely wet.
“Hm?” she asked, leaning down to kiss along the stubble on his jaw.
He swallowed, trying to clear his mouth enough to speak. “Ride me,” he said, his head rolling back against his arms.
“What was that?” she asked, leaning back away from him and turning her head to the side.
“Ride me.” His voice sounded unusually rough even to his own ears.
She ground her hips down against his body, sliding infinitesimally closer to his dick, which was now lying completely hard but abandoned on his stomach.
“Hm,” she pondered, running her fingers absently around his nipples, getting close but not close enough. “I think you can do better than that.”
“Better?” Darren asked, straining his body unsuccessfully to try to get some sort of friction.
“M’hmm,” she said, backing down over him so that she could lick around one of his nipples, but keeping her body up off of where he wanted her touch the most.
“Please, Naya,” Darren groaned.
She lifted her head enough to look him in the eye. “That’s a good start.”
All of a sudden it hit him-what she wanted from him. “Please,” he begged. “Naya. Ride me. Please, I will do anything, just please…”
She smiled down at him, and he added another moaned “please” for good measure. It must have worked, because the next thing he knew, she had scooted back to rest on his thighs while she rolled a condom onto him. Where she had gotten that from, he had no idea, but he didn’t have long to ponder that because then she was sinking down onto him.
“Fuck,” she groaned once he was fully inside her.
“God, Naya.” Darren could barely think. All he knew was he wanted-needed-more.
She rocked back and forth, giving them both a bit of stimulation but nowhere near what he really wanted. “What do you want, Darren?”
“Please,” he asked, tugging his arms fruitlessly against the handcuffs, wanting to guide her up and down. “Want movement, please!”
She leaned forward, bending her neck down to nip at his earlobe. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” she whispered in his ear, pulling back and gripping his chest as she raised herself up and then let herself fall back down. She repeated the motion once, then twice, and then continued with it at an agonizingly slow pace.
He fucked up into her as much as he could with his movement restricted, and she groaned at the slight change in angle. She felt so good around him, warm and wet, but he needed… “More, please,” he choked out.
She sunk down once more and then stilled, and Darren growled in frustration.
“Calm down, I’m just-“ She cut herself off with a moan, right as she readjusted her position so that he reached even deeper inside her. They quickly rebuilt their pace and kept going; Darren fucking harder and faster upward and Naya pushing herself up and down with much more force and vigor than before.
It wasn’t long before she cried out, body shaking uncontrollably and her fingers digging sharply into his sides. He was sure to have bruises in the morning, but he didn’t care as he tumbled over the edge himself.
They were both still panting several minutes later, lying side-by-side on Naya’s bed, when she realized that his arms were still immobilized above him. “Sorry,” she murmured as she grabbed the key from the nightstand and twisted up to release him.
Darren shrugged. “No biggie,” he said. “But next time you’re the one wearing them.”
Author: crystalchances
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1200
Warnings: RPF, bondage
Pairing: Naya/Darren
Summary: Handcuffs and sex.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All events in this have been completely made up and do not represent a truthful depiction of these people or their lives. I ask that you please do not share this with any of the people involved.
Note: A marginally on time birthday ficlet for my incredible beta, anodrethlluvine! I hope this is something along the lines of what you were looking for, even though I also hope this is a bit of a surprise. Also, many thanks to xxxraquelita for her quick read through!
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Before leaving for the cast’s mid-summer party that night, Darren hadn’t expected a thing. Sex wasn’t even on his mind (okay, that was a lie, because sex was always running through his mind at some basic level), Naya was only a stray thought as someone who would also be at the party, and handcuffs were nowhere even close to the picture.
Yet here he was, a scant few hours later, lying spread out on Naya’s bed, naked as a newborn. Handcuffs were very, very in the picture. He tugged his arms and noted that his hands were barely able to budge an inch due to the furry pink cuffs around his wrists, the chain between them wound tightly around the headboard.
Not that he was complaining. This was all very unexpected, but he most definitely was not complaining.
“Fuck, Naya,” he moaned, pulling again against the handcuffs and feeling a thrill shoot through his body when he couldn’t move his hands.
“That’s the plan,” she said, smirking as she walked around the bed. She was still dressed in that super short black and silver striped dress she had worn to the party-the skintight one that barely covered her, both on top and on bottom. He had been admiring the way it hugged her curves just right most of the night, and he thought he hadn’t been too obvious. He was pretty sure he had been wrong.
Naya teased the inside of one of his wrists with a nail before walking her fingers down his arm, toward his shoulder. He bit back a laugh when the sensation tickled the inside of his elbow, and she slapped his arm lightly in reprimand. “None of that now,” she teased.
He sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and nodded. She hummed happily, rubbing the spot she had hit on his arm with her palm, then continuing downward, onto his chest. He prepared himself to feel the light brush of her skin against his nipple, but he was caught off guard and opened his eyes in surprise when instead of the gentle touch of skin he instead felt the warm wetness of her mouth.
He moaned and lifted his chest up toward her mouth as much as he could without his arms available as leverage.
“Uh uh uh,” she chastised, pulling away, but leaving a hand resting gently against his chest. Rolling one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she knelt one knee next to him on the bed and swung the other up and over his torso. The movement caused her dress to ride up, and Darren was able to catch a glimpse of short dark hair against sun kissed skin before it disappeared against his own.
She was so, so close to him, and he whined, pulling against the handcuffs again. “Please, Naya,” he panted. He hadn’t realized until now how hard he had gotten in the past few minutes, but now with her so tantalizingly close to him, he was pretty sure he was going to die if she didn’t help him out soon.
“Please what?” she asked, bending low over him so that he could see down the top of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but her boobs hung perfectly in the fabric and all Darren wanted to do was reach over and feel them in his hands.
But he couldn’t, and he groaned in frustration.
“What do you want, Darren?” she asked, pressing a finger to her lips and then turning her hand to press that finger against his own lips. She slid ever so slightly downward, and he could tell that she was definitely wet.
“Hm?” she asked, leaning down to kiss along the stubble on his jaw.
He swallowed, trying to clear his mouth enough to speak. “Ride me,” he said, his head rolling back against his arms.
“What was that?” she asked, leaning back away from him and turning her head to the side.
“Ride me.” His voice sounded unusually rough even to his own ears.
She ground her hips down against his body, sliding infinitesimally closer to his dick, which was now lying completely hard but abandoned on his stomach.
“Hm,” she pondered, running her fingers absently around his nipples, getting close but not close enough. “I think you can do better than that.”
“Better?” Darren asked, straining his body unsuccessfully to try to get some sort of friction.
“M’hmm,” she said, backing down over him so that she could lick around one of his nipples, but keeping her body up off of where he wanted her touch the most.
“Please, Naya,” Darren groaned.
She lifted her head enough to look him in the eye. “That’s a good start.”
All of a sudden it hit him-what she wanted from him. “Please,” he begged. “Naya. Ride me. Please, I will do anything, just please…”
She smiled down at him, and he added another moaned “please” for good measure. It must have worked, because the next thing he knew, she had scooted back to rest on his thighs while she rolled a condom onto him. Where she had gotten that from, he had no idea, but he didn’t have long to ponder that because then she was sinking down onto him.
“Fuck,” she groaned once he was fully inside her.
“God, Naya.” Darren could barely think. All he knew was he wanted-needed-more.
She rocked back and forth, giving them both a bit of stimulation but nowhere near what he really wanted. “What do you want, Darren?”
“Please,” he asked, tugging his arms fruitlessly against the handcuffs, wanting to guide her up and down. “Want movement, please!”
She leaned forward, bending her neck down to nip at his earlobe. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” she whispered in his ear, pulling back and gripping his chest as she raised herself up and then let herself fall back down. She repeated the motion once, then twice, and then continued with it at an agonizingly slow pace.
He fucked up into her as much as he could with his movement restricted, and she groaned at the slight change in angle. She felt so good around him, warm and wet, but he needed… “More, please,” he choked out.
She sunk down once more and then stilled, and Darren growled in frustration.
“Calm down, I’m just-“ She cut herself off with a moan, right as she readjusted her position so that he reached even deeper inside her. They quickly rebuilt their pace and kept going; Darren fucking harder and faster upward and Naya pushing herself up and down with much more force and vigor than before.
It wasn’t long before she cried out, body shaking uncontrollably and her fingers digging sharply into his sides. He was sure to have bruises in the morning, but he didn’t care as he tumbled over the edge himself.
They were both still panting several minutes later, lying side-by-side on Naya’s bed, when she realized that his arms were still immobilized above him. “Sorry,” she murmured as she grabbed the key from the nightstand and twisted up to release him.
Darren shrugged. “No biggie,” he said. “But next time you’re the one wearing them.”