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Fandom: Gundam 00
Title: Untitled
Genre: smut
Characters: Sumeragi/Allelujah
Spoilers: Season 1
Rated: NC-17
Summary: The two have sex in the captain's chair. Then, gratuitous time skip
He always knew how to make her scream. Normally, it was a godsend. At that particulare moment, she nearly drew blood biting down on her knuckle. But the pain disappeared as quickly as it came, melting in the waves of orgasmic pleasure that swept over her helpless, quivering body like a tsunami. Her thighs quaked, wrapped pleasantly around his head.
Allelujah was nothing short of blessed, capable of getting that kind of reaction out of her despite being his first time administering oral sex. Or maybe she really had been that hard up. Either way, it was amazing. But it wasn't enough.
"Put it in." She drawled weakly. Her entire body felt numb, making her lips go all screwy. When he failed to do anything of the sort, she found her voice. "Put it in, Allelujah!"
He moved his head away from her womanhood, looking all too uncertain.
"Oh, God, I'll do it," she grumblted irritably. She sat up, maneuvering him into her place seated comfortably in the captain's chair. Even Allelujah had his weaknesses, it seemed. Like a typical virgin, he went to pieces once penetration actually came up. He was lucky enough to have landed an experienced older woman for his first time.
She all but shredded his clothes as she frantically yanked them off. Desperation didn't suit her, but Allelujah had a rather profound effect on women, even if he didn't know it. It was like some sort of bizarre cosmic joke.
She pushed the idea aside, positioning herself among his newly revealed member, which pulsed gloriously in her hot little hand. He took a nipple into his mouth as his tip caressed her folds. She bit back a gasp, only to turn the tables when she dropped herself onto his hips suddenly.
His lips quivered, sending an erotic tremor through her breast. Not allowing herself to be outdone, she started moving. She started slowly, before building to a fever pitch, grinding her inner walls upon his impressive endowment. He eventually found his own rhythm, pumping up and into her like a piston. But nothing ever lasts. Fortunately, the brief time they lasted was off set by the most spectacular end imaginable.
All at once, he grasped her tight, threatening to crush her against him as his strong, tanned arms encircled her. He buried his head between her breasts, stifling a groan. Then it happened, that glorious sensation of something warm jetting up into her most private of parts. She loved it; she reveled in it. It was the most erotic feeling she could experience, to be filled by her lover’s member and his essence, pumped directly into her pulsing womanhood. But more than that, it was the knowing-knowing she was being filled by his potent seed and his base, male desire to mate with her, to claim her, to fill her with his child and make her his.
It was with that one, burning fact in mind that she returned the favor. She clenched down upon his member like she was holding on for dear life, the quaking walls of her vagina milking him for all he was worth. More, she had to have more. She wanted every bit of him.
They lapsed into a sort of silence after that, not saying anything, just panting like dogs. She might have resented the implication in any other situation, but in that moment, she was shameless. They had satiated their desires. They had tasted the forbidden fruit of each other’s loins. They had joined bodies and mingled fluids, pouring as much semen as possible into her womb.
She was getting hot again at the thought.
“You ready to go again?”
“You don’t have any plans on stopping, do you?”
“We’ll have to stop eventually. I wouldn’t want Felt to walk in on us when she comes in for her shift.”
“And then we’ll move to your room, won’t you?”
“You know me so well,” she giggled, putting a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“…I get to be on top this time.”
“Deal.”
~~~~~~
He had been dreaming again. He knew that much, even if he didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten there. His last memory had been of drifting away from the battlefield that had been Celestial Being’s grave, half-mad with pain at the piece of shrapnel protruding from his eye socket. Speaking of which…
His eyes moved perfectly, healthily. It was then he realized he must have been in a regeneration pod. It was the only thing that could explain his state of health and his cramped confines. Tracing his fingers along the smooth plastic at his side, he found the release switch. The pod opened with a hydraulic hiss, flooding him with cool, sterilized air. It made his hair stand on end.
He lingered just long enough to find a hospital gown in the far closet, having emerged from the pod naked. He had to get out of here. This was likely an HRL facility; those two pilots he had been fighting had been from the HRL. When he tried the door, he was shocked to find it opened without incident. They hadn’t even bothered locking him in?
He smirked at his luck before moving into the corridor as stealthily as possible. He briefly cursed his weakness, thoroughly fatigued by the regeneration process, but supposed the poor security was a trade off. He almost thought he would be able to get out without a single incident when he rounded a corner and nearly collided with a woman. His reflexes kicked in instantly, pinning her arms above her head while he moved in close to demand her silence.
At least, he would have demanded her silence. Instead, he was struck dumb.
“Allelujah…” Sumeragi Lee Noriega looked up at him with eyes full of tears and concern.
His lips worked themselves into a pretzel, his heart just as twisted, so overcome by emotion.
And then she was locking him in a hug that held on for dear life. She had nearly lost him once. She didn’t want to lose him again. Eventually, he found enough common sense to return her embrace, savoring the feeling of her frame in his arms, her breasts against his chest, and the swollen bulge of her stomach against his. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt such relief and happiness. He was still alive, and so was she. More importantly, so was the child that grew inside of her. Everything was going to be alright.
Title: Untitled
Genre: smut
Characters: Sumeragi/Allelujah
Spoilers: Season 1
Rated: NC-17
Summary: The two have sex in the captain's chair. Then, gratuitous time skip
He always knew how to make her scream. Normally, it was a godsend. At that particulare moment, she nearly drew blood biting down on her knuckle. But the pain disappeared as quickly as it came, melting in the waves of orgasmic pleasure that swept over her helpless, quivering body like a tsunami. Her thighs quaked, wrapped pleasantly around his head.
Allelujah was nothing short of blessed, capable of getting that kind of reaction out of her despite being his first time administering oral sex. Or maybe she really had been that hard up. Either way, it was amazing. But it wasn't enough.
"Put it in." She drawled weakly. Her entire body felt numb, making her lips go all screwy. When he failed to do anything of the sort, she found her voice. "Put it in, Allelujah!"
He moved his head away from her womanhood, looking all too uncertain.
"Oh, God, I'll do it," she grumblted irritably. She sat up, maneuvering him into her place seated comfortably in the captain's chair. Even Allelujah had his weaknesses, it seemed. Like a typical virgin, he went to pieces once penetration actually came up. He was lucky enough to have landed an experienced older woman for his first time.
She all but shredded his clothes as she frantically yanked them off. Desperation didn't suit her, but Allelujah had a rather profound effect on women, even if he didn't know it. It was like some sort of bizarre cosmic joke.
She pushed the idea aside, positioning herself among his newly revealed member, which pulsed gloriously in her hot little hand. He took a nipple into his mouth as his tip caressed her folds. She bit back a gasp, only to turn the tables when she dropped herself onto his hips suddenly.
His lips quivered, sending an erotic tremor through her breast. Not allowing herself to be outdone, she started moving. She started slowly, before building to a fever pitch, grinding her inner walls upon his impressive endowment. He eventually found his own rhythm, pumping up and into her like a piston. But nothing ever lasts. Fortunately, the brief time they lasted was off set by the most spectacular end imaginable.
All at once, he grasped her tight, threatening to crush her against him as his strong, tanned arms encircled her. He buried his head between her breasts, stifling a groan. Then it happened, that glorious sensation of something warm jetting up into her most private of parts. She loved it; she reveled in it. It was the most erotic feeling she could experience, to be filled by her lover’s member and his essence, pumped directly into her pulsing womanhood. But more than that, it was the knowing-knowing she was being filled by his potent seed and his base, male desire to mate with her, to claim her, to fill her with his child and make her his.
It was with that one, burning fact in mind that she returned the favor. She clenched down upon his member like she was holding on for dear life, the quaking walls of her vagina milking him for all he was worth. More, she had to have more. She wanted every bit of him.
They lapsed into a sort of silence after that, not saying anything, just panting like dogs. She might have resented the implication in any other situation, but in that moment, she was shameless. They had satiated their desires. They had tasted the forbidden fruit of each other’s loins. They had joined bodies and mingled fluids, pouring as much semen as possible into her womb.
She was getting hot again at the thought.
“You ready to go again?”
“You don’t have any plans on stopping, do you?”
“We’ll have to stop eventually. I wouldn’t want Felt to walk in on us when she comes in for her shift.”
“And then we’ll move to your room, won’t you?”
“You know me so well,” she giggled, putting a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“…I get to be on top this time.”
“Deal.”
~~~~~~
He had been dreaming again. He knew that much, even if he didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten there. His last memory had been of drifting away from the battlefield that had been Celestial Being’s grave, half-mad with pain at the piece of shrapnel protruding from his eye socket. Speaking of which…
His eyes moved perfectly, healthily. It was then he realized he must have been in a regeneration pod. It was the only thing that could explain his state of health and his cramped confines. Tracing his fingers along the smooth plastic at his side, he found the release switch. The pod opened with a hydraulic hiss, flooding him with cool, sterilized air. It made his hair stand on end.
He lingered just long enough to find a hospital gown in the far closet, having emerged from the pod naked. He had to get out of here. This was likely an HRL facility; those two pilots he had been fighting had been from the HRL. When he tried the door, he was shocked to find it opened without incident. They hadn’t even bothered locking him in?
He smirked at his luck before moving into the corridor as stealthily as possible. He briefly cursed his weakness, thoroughly fatigued by the regeneration process, but supposed the poor security was a trade off. He almost thought he would be able to get out without a single incident when he rounded a corner and nearly collided with a woman. His reflexes kicked in instantly, pinning her arms above her head while he moved in close to demand her silence.
At least, he would have demanded her silence. Instead, he was struck dumb.
“Allelujah…” Sumeragi Lee Noriega looked up at him with eyes full of tears and concern.
His lips worked themselves into a pretzel, his heart just as twisted, so overcome by emotion.
And then she was locking him in a hug that held on for dear life. She had nearly lost him once. She didn’t want to lose him again. Eventually, he found enough common sense to return her embrace, savoring the feeling of her frame in his arms, her breasts against his chest, and the swollen bulge of her stomach against his. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt such relief and happiness. He was still alive, and so was she. More importantly, so was the child that grew inside of her. Everything was going to be alright.