[fanfiction] my first fist . . .
This is the last kink bingo fic for my x - which is pretty much the most awful thing ever. There's some other ones I might write, but they probably won't be finished until amnesty.
Fandom/Pairings: Bandom; Nat/Ke$ha/Sean
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Because nothing says “thank you” like fisting? idek I promised Ginny 3OH!3 porn and the only Kink Bingo squares I had left on my x were fisting and scars. I don't apologize for the title, by the way. It is amazing and you know it.
Summary: Kesha is snuggled up next to Sean, although Nat is curled up behind her, “You know what I always wanted to try? Fisting.”
my first fist went a little like this (ah! and twist.)
When drunk, everything seems like a better idea. Nat and Sean and Kesha have never known an exception to this rule and they've been partying for a long time-both together and separately. So, when they're crashed and tipsy together in Kesha's bed one night, Kesha nestled between and nuzzling Sean's neck before saying something, there's no little red flag in the back of their head that says “Wait! Stop and think about this, you morons.”
Kesha is snuggled up next to Sean, although Nat is curled up behind her, “You know what I always wanted to try? Fisting.”
Nat mumbles from somewhere in Kesha's hair, “S'that?”
“It's when you stick your hand up a girl's pussy,” Sean slurrs, “duh.”
“Doesn't sound like something you want to do drunk,” Nat concludes, “which I am.”
“We all are,” Kesha yawns, “I didn't mean right now, I meant sometime. Go to sleep.”
Nat's going to say something in response to that, but Kesha's breathing is already evened out and he's really tired so he just mumbles a goodnight and then falls asleep. They can carry on the conversation in the morning-if they even remember it. But it's not like they were that drunk, so they should.
And they do. Well, after the obvious morning-after groaning and headaches fade, anyway. It comes up it up because hey. They've got a bed and some free time-and they're not drunk anymore, which is a plus.
“So,” Kesha grins, “we should have sex.”
Nat makes a noise of assent, “We should probably, like, look up fisting or someshit.”
“I've done it before,” Sean shrugs, “and we need gloves.”
Nat looks over at Sean curiously and Sean just shrugs. Kesha is digging in a box she pulled from her closet and after a minute or so she holds out a glove that looks like it's been stolen from a Darth Vader costume and a large tube of lube. Nat's about to say something, but Sean cuts him off.
“Do I even want to know why you have those?”
“I'll tell you some other time,” Kesha laughs and presses a kiss to Sean's jaw.
When she pulls away, Nat catches her arm and tugs her forward for a kiss. Kesha goes easily, pushing him back until they're flat against the bed and she's straddling him. Nat runs his hands up her sides, pushing up her shirt before she's pulling away and tossing it somewhere. Her bra is hot pink and Sean takes a moment to appreciate it before unhooking it and running his hands along her stomach while she tosses the bra somewhere too. Nat pulls her down just enough to suck on her nipples and Kesha tosses her head back, moaning.
“You should lay down,” Sean whispers into her ear, “I can't fist you like this.”
“How should I-“
“Lean back against Nat. It'll probably be more comfortable like that.”
There's a little bit of fumbling before Nat is leaning against the pillows and Kesha is between his legs, completely naked after throwing her underwear somewhere in the vicinity of the hamper. Maybe. Either way, Sean slips the glove on and lubes up two of his fingers, which he slides into Kesha gently. The slide is easy, with how wet she already is and the added help of the lubricant, and Sean adds a third fingers after a couple of moments, letting Kesha adjust.
“You gotta relax, girl,” Sean runs his free hand along the smooth skin of her thigh, “or this is gonna be much harder than it should be.”
“Hey,” Nat says, “C'mere.”
Gently, Nat turns her head so he can kiss her. Sean adds more lube and slips the fourth finger in, sliding in and out a couple of times before he looks up at Kesha.
“Good?”
“Yeah,” Kesha says softly, “yeah.”
Nat's running his fingers over her stomach before he dips between her legs and starts rubbing slow circles over her clit. Kesha whines at that, her head tossed back onto Nat's shoulder, and Sean pours some more lube onto his fingers before tucking his thumb into his palm and slowly, carefully, pushing in. Nat pets at Kesha's hair with his free hand, pushing it back where sweat has plastered it to her forehead, and whispers a soothing stream of nonsense into her ear as Sean pushes in-bit by tiny bit.
“Tell me,” he says hoarsely, “if it's too much.”
“Not enough,” Kesha moans, “not enough.”
Sean stops just before the final knuckles, pausing to take a deep breath before pushing that final bit and then-then he's in. Kesha cries out, contracting around his hand, and Sean winces a little. Nat's still stroking him and whispering nonsense as he works her through it. Her breathing is coming fast and rough and Sean knows it won't be long before she's coming. Nat seems to know too, because he speeds up and pretty soon Kesha's speaking and incoherent stream of names and broken sentences and then, then she's contracting around him even more and it's painful-but at the same time, Sean knows that he totally has a boner from watching Kesha fall apart in front of him. Nat must be too, but Nat's still there-stroking her through it. When she wimpers, Nat pulls his hand away and Sean touches her leg gently.
“Kesha,” he says softly, “I need you to push.”
Her eyes still a little hazy, Kesha nods and slowly-more slowly than going the other way-Sean pulls out. He flexes his fingers kind of experimentally and nothing seems broken, so he figures everything is probably okay. While he's trying to figure out where to put the glove, though, Kesha scoots forward-a little wobbly from her orgasm-and kisses him gently.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You're welcome,” Sean smiles back at her, “but where do you want me to put this?”
“Toss it in the sink or something,” Kesha laughs, “but whatever you do, hurry back. I want to repay you.”
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Postit-Notes: I write things other than threesomes I totally swear I do. Anyway this one is Ginny's fault so whatever.
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Fandom/Pairings: Bandom; Nat/Ke$ha/Sean
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Because nothing says “thank you” like fisting? idek I promised Ginny 3OH!3 porn and the only Kink Bingo squares I had left on my x were fisting and scars. I don't apologize for the title, by the way. It is amazing and you know it.
Summary: Kesha is snuggled up next to Sean, although Nat is curled up behind her, “You know what I always wanted to try? Fisting.”
my first fist went a little like this (ah! and twist.)
When drunk, everything seems like a better idea. Nat and Sean and Kesha have never known an exception to this rule and they've been partying for a long time-both together and separately. So, when they're crashed and tipsy together in Kesha's bed one night, Kesha nestled between and nuzzling Sean's neck before saying something, there's no little red flag in the back of their head that says “Wait! Stop and think about this, you morons.”
Kesha is snuggled up next to Sean, although Nat is curled up behind her, “You know what I always wanted to try? Fisting.”
Nat mumbles from somewhere in Kesha's hair, “S'that?”
“It's when you stick your hand up a girl's pussy,” Sean slurrs, “duh.”
“Doesn't sound like something you want to do drunk,” Nat concludes, “which I am.”
“We all are,” Kesha yawns, “I didn't mean right now, I meant sometime. Go to sleep.”
Nat's going to say something in response to that, but Kesha's breathing is already evened out and he's really tired so he just mumbles a goodnight and then falls asleep. They can carry on the conversation in the morning-if they even remember it. But it's not like they were that drunk, so they should.
And they do. Well, after the obvious morning-after groaning and headaches fade, anyway. It comes up it up because hey. They've got a bed and some free time-and they're not drunk anymore, which is a plus.
“So,” Kesha grins, “we should have sex.”
Nat makes a noise of assent, “We should probably, like, look up fisting or someshit.”
“I've done it before,” Sean shrugs, “and we need gloves.”
Nat looks over at Sean curiously and Sean just shrugs. Kesha is digging in a box she pulled from her closet and after a minute or so she holds out a glove that looks like it's been stolen from a Darth Vader costume and a large tube of lube. Nat's about to say something, but Sean cuts him off.
“Do I even want to know why you have those?”
“I'll tell you some other time,” Kesha laughs and presses a kiss to Sean's jaw.
When she pulls away, Nat catches her arm and tugs her forward for a kiss. Kesha goes easily, pushing him back until they're flat against the bed and she's straddling him. Nat runs his hands up her sides, pushing up her shirt before she's pulling away and tossing it somewhere. Her bra is hot pink and Sean takes a moment to appreciate it before unhooking it and running his hands along her stomach while she tosses the bra somewhere too. Nat pulls her down just enough to suck on her nipples and Kesha tosses her head back, moaning.
“You should lay down,” Sean whispers into her ear, “I can't fist you like this.”
“How should I-“
“Lean back against Nat. It'll probably be more comfortable like that.”
There's a little bit of fumbling before Nat is leaning against the pillows and Kesha is between his legs, completely naked after throwing her underwear somewhere in the vicinity of the hamper. Maybe. Either way, Sean slips the glove on and lubes up two of his fingers, which he slides into Kesha gently. The slide is easy, with how wet she already is and the added help of the lubricant, and Sean adds a third fingers after a couple of moments, letting Kesha adjust.
“You gotta relax, girl,” Sean runs his free hand along the smooth skin of her thigh, “or this is gonna be much harder than it should be.”
“Hey,” Nat says, “C'mere.”
Gently, Nat turns her head so he can kiss her. Sean adds more lube and slips the fourth finger in, sliding in and out a couple of times before he looks up at Kesha.
“Good?”
“Yeah,” Kesha says softly, “yeah.”
Nat's running his fingers over her stomach before he dips between her legs and starts rubbing slow circles over her clit. Kesha whines at that, her head tossed back onto Nat's shoulder, and Sean pours some more lube onto his fingers before tucking his thumb into his palm and slowly, carefully, pushing in. Nat pets at Kesha's hair with his free hand, pushing it back where sweat has plastered it to her forehead, and whispers a soothing stream of nonsense into her ear as Sean pushes in-bit by tiny bit.
“Tell me,” he says hoarsely, “if it's too much.”
“Not enough,” Kesha moans, “not enough.”
Sean stops just before the final knuckles, pausing to take a deep breath before pushing that final bit and then-then he's in. Kesha cries out, contracting around his hand, and Sean winces a little. Nat's still stroking him and whispering nonsense as he works her through it. Her breathing is coming fast and rough and Sean knows it won't be long before she's coming. Nat seems to know too, because he speeds up and pretty soon Kesha's speaking and incoherent stream of names and broken sentences and then, then she's contracting around him even more and it's painful-but at the same time, Sean knows that he totally has a boner from watching Kesha fall apart in front of him. Nat must be too, but Nat's still there-stroking her through it. When she wimpers, Nat pulls his hand away and Sean touches her leg gently.
“Kesha,” he says softly, “I need you to push.”
Her eyes still a little hazy, Kesha nods and slowly-more slowly than going the other way-Sean pulls out. He flexes his fingers kind of experimentally and nothing seems broken, so he figures everything is probably okay. While he's trying to figure out where to put the glove, though, Kesha scoots forward-a little wobbly from her orgasm-and kisses him gently.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You're welcome,” Sean smiles back at her, “but where do you want me to put this?”
“Toss it in the sink or something,” Kesha laughs, “but whatever you do, hurry back. I want to repay you.”
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Postit-Notes: I write things other than threesomes I totally swear I do. Anyway this one is Ginny's fault so whatever.
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