A Little Tug and Slam (1/1)(Disney's BATB. Belle/Gaston)
Title: A Little Tug and Slam.
Fandom: Disney [Beauty and the Beast].
Character(s)/Pairing(s): One-Sided Belle/Gaston.
Rating: Teen.
Word Count: 418.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Chest Hair Kink? Not really. Very minor lol.
Author Notes: Written for the disney_kink meme. Poster requested: Gaston/Belle, prompt: something involving his chest hair. Humor preferred, but any genre is okay as long as both of them are in character. :)
A Little Tug and Slam
Belle had lost count of all the times Gaston walked into her home uninvited. Apparently the dark haired man had a sense for whenever Maurice left. The eccentric inventor had left not even ten minutes before Gaston was knocking on the door and intruding on her peace. Never one to be rude, Belle answered and though he all but pushed her aside as he entered, she let him have a few minutes before she excused him.
“Belle all it takes is a simple yes and all of this could be yours.” The burly man gestured to his physique.
The pretty brunette resisted the urge to groan, instead she replaced the book she had been reading on the bookshelf and rolled her eyes. “Gaston, I appreciate the offer. I really do but I…I just don’t deserve you. One of the triplets would be a much better match for you.”
There was shuffling from behind and Belle prayed Gaston had finally taken her hints. However, luck seemed to be against her today as she felt strong hands on her shoulders. Before she could utter a word, the brunette was turned and she came face to face with Gaston’s manly chest.
“It can only be you Belle,” the man uttered seductively as his hands traveled the length of her body.
Once more she fought the urge to groan in distaste, her hand pressed against his chest as she tried to push him away. “Gaston…really. This has to…”
She paused, a mischievous smile coming to her lips, “All can be mine you say?” She asked, curling her fingers around his exposed chest hairs.
Gaston seemed to light up at her words, “All of me will belong to you. Just say the word Belle and I’ll have Lefou bring the minister. The whole village will rejoice at our union. Think of the beautiful children we’d create.”
The man continued to prattle on as Belle’s eyes narrowed on a silver object on the man’s chest. She give a hard tug, successfully tearing the silver hair away. Gaston roared in pain, his hands lifting from her body. She gave her hand a shake to rid herself of the hairs entwined on her fingers. Gaston’s hand covered the area she had pulled, rubbing at the sore spot.
“There,” Belle smiled, content she slipped away and out of his reach. “Goodbye Gaston. I need to go to town.”
She closed the door behind her, silently enjoying the howl of pain as the door slammed against Gaston’s hand.
End.
Fandom: Disney [Beauty and the Beast].
Character(s)/Pairing(s): One-Sided Belle/Gaston.
Rating: Teen.
Word Count: 418.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Chest Hair Kink? Not really. Very minor lol.
Author Notes: Written for the disney_kink meme. Poster requested: Gaston/Belle, prompt: something involving his chest hair. Humor preferred, but any genre is okay as long as both of them are in character. :)
A Little Tug and Slam
Belle had lost count of all the times Gaston walked into her home uninvited. Apparently the dark haired man had a sense for whenever Maurice left. The eccentric inventor had left not even ten minutes before Gaston was knocking on the door and intruding on her peace. Never one to be rude, Belle answered and though he all but pushed her aside as he entered, she let him have a few minutes before she excused him.
“Belle all it takes is a simple yes and all of this could be yours.” The burly man gestured to his physique.
The pretty brunette resisted the urge to groan, instead she replaced the book she had been reading on the bookshelf and rolled her eyes. “Gaston, I appreciate the offer. I really do but I…I just don’t deserve you. One of the triplets would be a much better match for you.”
There was shuffling from behind and Belle prayed Gaston had finally taken her hints. However, luck seemed to be against her today as she felt strong hands on her shoulders. Before she could utter a word, the brunette was turned and she came face to face with Gaston’s manly chest.
“It can only be you Belle,” the man uttered seductively as his hands traveled the length of her body.
Once more she fought the urge to groan in distaste, her hand pressed against his chest as she tried to push him away. “Gaston…really. This has to…”
She paused, a mischievous smile coming to her lips, “All can be mine you say?” She asked, curling her fingers around his exposed chest hairs.
Gaston seemed to light up at her words, “All of me will belong to you. Just say the word Belle and I’ll have Lefou bring the minister. The whole village will rejoice at our union. Think of the beautiful children we’d create.”
The man continued to prattle on as Belle’s eyes narrowed on a silver object on the man’s chest. She give a hard tug, successfully tearing the silver hair away. Gaston roared in pain, his hands lifting from her body. She gave her hand a shake to rid herself of the hairs entwined on her fingers. Gaston’s hand covered the area she had pulled, rubbing at the sore spot.
“There,” Belle smiled, content she slipped away and out of his reach. “Goodbye Gaston. I need to go to town.”
She closed the door behind her, silently enjoying the howl of pain as the door slammed against Gaston’s hand.
End.