Fic: My Favourite Things (Jared/Adrianne, NC-17)
It makes me feel falsely productive when I repost things from elsewhere, apparently. I wrote this for the het and femslash meme I hosted a while back, but I am OCD and like to have everything posted in its own post, so. Bear with me. :)
Title: My Favourite Things
Pairing: Jared/Adrianne
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1000
Summary: Originally posted here. Bath sex. I will not pretend there is anything deep in this ficlet but the bathwater.
It's not exactly a perfect fit. The linoleum is two inches deep in water where it's sloshed over the edge of the bath, and Adrianne's long legs are splayed wide, ankles hooked over the sides, making room. It's a real fucking hardship for Jared to shoulder up between them like this, admiring the pink of her cunt just below the surface of the water, the way her clavicle juts out, fine and sharp, with her arms spreadeagled like crucifixion. She's laughing a little, head tipped back to show the long line of her throat, and Jared wants to lean over there and lick the hollows of it, taste salt-sweat and soap.
Then she lifts her hips a little, setting the water swirling around his waist, sloshing between them, and suddenly he has a new goal in life.
Her breath hitches slightly when he touches her, a soft, stuttered sound, and he grins, dips his fingers a little lower to circle the entrance to her cunt. There's an unaccustomed friction to it, the natural slickness sluiced away by the water, but she's open for him already, clenching hotly around him at the first exploratory push of his finger. Adrianne doesn't do fluttering, nothing about her delicate or tentative, and she grips him like a vice, muscles seizing around him in a way that makes his cock jerk. Fuck.
His thumb finds her clitoris easily, presses hard and circles the way she likes it, and her cunt spasms again in response, seizing tight around his finger. God, it's wrong how much he likes to feel her do that - likes to think of her gripping him hard enough to grind bones because of how much she wants it. He bites his lip and works his thumb a little harder, circling her clit through the hood and smearing over the bare nub occasionally, sending little flashes of direct sensation crashing over her until she rolls her shoulders and moans.
"God, yeah," he breathes, barely aware he's doing it, "That's it. So fucking hot, babe."
She laughs a little, hisses through her teeth on the back of it when his thumb presses right on her clit so she arches her back, thrusts her hips against his hand. "Fuck, Jared, move," she tells him, voice tight and sharp with insistence. He lets the shudder of heat roll down his spine and into the water as he crooks his finger upward, strokes her inner walls, and she groans approval; fucks up against him spasmodically.
"Another one," she says, and he doesn't need telling twice - slides his finger out and then pushes back in slowly with two, feeling the way her walls cling and stretch around the new intrusion. She's breathless now, rocking her hips incrementally, and Jared can hear himself breathing unsteadily as if from very far away as his thumb works her, two fingers playing shallowly in her cunt.
When Adrianne gets close, she gets noisy, demanding and uninhibited about it, and Jared can feel her getting there now, knuckles white on the edge of the bath as she tosses her head and moans. "Come on," she says, "fuck me, Jesus - " and she bucks her hips. "Fuck me, fuck me, what the hell do you think those huge-ass hands of yours are for?"
Jared laughs despite himself, despite the hot twist in his stomach, the want arrowing out into his cock. "All the better to fuck you with, apparently," he says, because he can't help it, and thrusts right into her cunt.
She throws back her head and cries out, at that, and her thighs are tense and shivering as he fucks his fingers in and out of her, thumb still working her clit. There's finesse in Jared's technique, perfected over months of this, but more than that, there's force enough to match the way Adrianne clamps down around him, the tensile strength of her long-legged body. She's panting, whimpering, gasping out little oh oh oh sounds that mean she's almost there, but Jared doesn't even need that, not with the way the spasms of her body speed up around his fingers, the way she shakes and thrusts against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Shit, Adrianne," he murmurs, almost reverently, as she seizes up around him, "that's it, that's it, that's - "
"Christ" It's almost a shout, torn right out of her as her whole body arches, and then Jared can't help moaning too as her muscles release and free-fall into a cascade of frenetic aftershock. One of her hands comes down to his immediately to push his thumb away from her clit, but his fingers she leaves, and he goes on fucking them desperately through the last clenches of her climax, the hot grasp of her cunt.
By the time he reluctantly pulls out, she's limp in the water, watching him with a heavy-lidded, quirk-mouthed smile. "Hey," she says, redundant and half-laughing.
"Hey," he says back, because he can't deny her anything.
"You love doing that," she says. It's not a question. He shrugs, laughs shortly.
"Caught me." He grins. "It's my favourite thing."
"Aw." For a second's space, she's still while her breath slows, but then she's rising out of the water like Venus from the waves; straddling his hips and pushing him down against the other side of the bath. "Tell you what, baby. You let me make you come, and maybe I'll be hot enough for you to do me again, afterward, huh?"
Her breasts are right in Jared's face, nipples hard and pink. "Nnngh," he says, unhelpfully.
"Awesome," Adrianne tells him, and sinks down on his cock.
Title: My Favourite Things
Pairing: Jared/Adrianne
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1000
Summary: Originally posted here. Bath sex. I will not pretend there is anything deep in this ficlet but the bathwater.
It's not exactly a perfect fit. The linoleum is two inches deep in water where it's sloshed over the edge of the bath, and Adrianne's long legs are splayed wide, ankles hooked over the sides, making room. It's a real fucking hardship for Jared to shoulder up between them like this, admiring the pink of her cunt just below the surface of the water, the way her clavicle juts out, fine and sharp, with her arms spreadeagled like crucifixion. She's laughing a little, head tipped back to show the long line of her throat, and Jared wants to lean over there and lick the hollows of it, taste salt-sweat and soap.
Then she lifts her hips a little, setting the water swirling around his waist, sloshing between them, and suddenly he has a new goal in life.
Her breath hitches slightly when he touches her, a soft, stuttered sound, and he grins, dips his fingers a little lower to circle the entrance to her cunt. There's an unaccustomed friction to it, the natural slickness sluiced away by the water, but she's open for him already, clenching hotly around him at the first exploratory push of his finger. Adrianne doesn't do fluttering, nothing about her delicate or tentative, and she grips him like a vice, muscles seizing around him in a way that makes his cock jerk. Fuck.
His thumb finds her clitoris easily, presses hard and circles the way she likes it, and her cunt spasms again in response, seizing tight around his finger. God, it's wrong how much he likes to feel her do that - likes to think of her gripping him hard enough to grind bones because of how much she wants it. He bites his lip and works his thumb a little harder, circling her clit through the hood and smearing over the bare nub occasionally, sending little flashes of direct sensation crashing over her until she rolls her shoulders and moans.
"God, yeah," he breathes, barely aware he's doing it, "That's it. So fucking hot, babe."
She laughs a little, hisses through her teeth on the back of it when his thumb presses right on her clit so she arches her back, thrusts her hips against his hand. "Fuck, Jared, move," she tells him, voice tight and sharp with insistence. He lets the shudder of heat roll down his spine and into the water as he crooks his finger upward, strokes her inner walls, and she groans approval; fucks up against him spasmodically.
"Another one," she says, and he doesn't need telling twice - slides his finger out and then pushes back in slowly with two, feeling the way her walls cling and stretch around the new intrusion. She's breathless now, rocking her hips incrementally, and Jared can hear himself breathing unsteadily as if from very far away as his thumb works her, two fingers playing shallowly in her cunt.
When Adrianne gets close, she gets noisy, demanding and uninhibited about it, and Jared can feel her getting there now, knuckles white on the edge of the bath as she tosses her head and moans. "Come on," she says, "fuck me, Jesus - " and she bucks her hips. "Fuck me, fuck me, what the hell do you think those huge-ass hands of yours are for?"
Jared laughs despite himself, despite the hot twist in his stomach, the want arrowing out into his cock. "All the better to fuck you with, apparently," he says, because he can't help it, and thrusts right into her cunt.
She throws back her head and cries out, at that, and her thighs are tense and shivering as he fucks his fingers in and out of her, thumb still working her clit. There's finesse in Jared's technique, perfected over months of this, but more than that, there's force enough to match the way Adrianne clamps down around him, the tensile strength of her long-legged body. She's panting, whimpering, gasping out little oh oh oh sounds that mean she's almost there, but Jared doesn't even need that, not with the way the spasms of her body speed up around his fingers, the way she shakes and thrusts against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Shit, Adrianne," he murmurs, almost reverently, as she seizes up around him, "that's it, that's it, that's - "
"Christ" It's almost a shout, torn right out of her as her whole body arches, and then Jared can't help moaning too as her muscles release and free-fall into a cascade of frenetic aftershock. One of her hands comes down to his immediately to push his thumb away from her clit, but his fingers she leaves, and he goes on fucking them desperately through the last clenches of her climax, the hot grasp of her cunt.
By the time he reluctantly pulls out, she's limp in the water, watching him with a heavy-lidded, quirk-mouthed smile. "Hey," she says, redundant and half-laughing.
"Hey," he says back, because he can't deny her anything.
"You love doing that," she says. It's not a question. He shrugs, laughs shortly.
"Caught me." He grins. "It's my favourite thing."
"Aw." For a second's space, she's still while her breath slows, but then she's rising out of the water like Venus from the waves; straddling his hips and pushing him down against the other side of the bath. "Tell you what, baby. You let me make you come, and maybe I'll be hot enough for you to do me again, afterward, huh?"
Her breasts are right in Jared's face, nipples hard and pink. "Nnngh," he says, unhelpfully.
"Awesome," Adrianne tells him, and sinks down on his cock.