4 Kinky Tales
The following have been written for the Yet Another Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme. I'm finally outing myself on the fics I wrote for it. So expect smut and lots of it.
Title: Agents Don't Cry
Pairing: Elle/HRG
Prompt: Elle blew a mission and lost the target. She's got to be punished - and it's Noah's responsibility to dole out the appropriate discipline.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub con
Agents Don't Cry
Elle hangs her head as she makes her way back to the Primatech van where Noah Bennet is waiting. No doubt waiting to dole out punishment for her botching this mission. She winces as she remembers her slip up and Noah's earlier warning to not screw up this mission.
"Don't mess this one up Elle. You almost wrecked the Gabriel Gray mission, I will not have you do wrong with this one."
"I won't mess it up."
"I have orders from your father that I'm to punish you anyway I see fit if you do."
Elle had frowned at that statement. She never felt easy about Noah, something about his cold steely demeanor never sat well with her. And she often felt there was something in the way he looked at her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Either way, he was her partner and her superior. Daddy would not be pleased if Noah gave him a report on Elle disobeying him.
Elle turns the handle of the back door of the van and when she opens it, she finds him sitting and waiting for her with a disapproving look on his face.
"Didn't we talk about you not screwing up?"
"Look, it wasn't my fault!" Elle snaps. "Not like I meant to use my power, it just happened."
"With you, it doesn't just happen. Your father has been training you since you were six years old. You have complete control of your power." Noah tells her coldly. "Now get over here."
She nervously moves closer to him as he ordered.
"Bend over this control board and don't even think of using your power on me."
As Elle acquiesces, Noah winds up and delivers a firm smack to her bottom. She bites her lip to keep from crying out. She doesn't protest when he delivers another one, or when his hands push up her pencil skirt to around her waist and he pulls her panties down.
He lightly smoothes a hand over her rear, enjoying her flawless skin that's reddening due to his hits. His other hand reaches between her legs and Elle's breath hitches when she feels his fingers brush along her clit. Noah toys with her clit and Elle can't help but enjoy the pleasure that's running through her body. Just as she feels like her sight is about to go white as an orgasm is about to overcome her, she finds herself being thrown down to the floor, landing on her hands and knees.
"What the..."
"Quiet, Elle." Noah fumbles with his belt, struggling to free it from the belt loops on his pants. When he finally does, a dark smile crosses his face. "Your punishment has only just begun." His statement sends a shiver down Elle's body.
She suddenly feels a harsh stinging slap on her ass, much more painful than when he spanked her. A gasp escapes her as she feels another slap. Elle tries craning her neck to see but Noah sticks his hand out and clamps it on her head.
"You don't need to see anything." He keeps whipping her with his belt until her bottom is covered in red marks and he can see small welts forming. By the end of it, Elle's body is shaking and quiet sobs wrack her body. He lets go of his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor of the van echoes off the walls. "Get up."
Elle slowly gets off her hands, tears dripping down her face and she sits back on her heels, wiping the tears off her face."
"Are you crying, Elle?" Noah grabs her hair and yanks her head back. He leans forward in his chair and hisses into her ear. "Agents don't cry. Do you want me to punish you further?"
"N..no," she sniffles.
"Then do better next time. Or the punishment will be worse." A hand snakes down and pinches one of her reddened bare cheeks. "Got it?"
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Title: Chained and Gagged
Pairing: Elle/Sylar
Prompt: Elle/anyone - ballgag and nipple clamps. Elle on the bottom please!
Rating: NC-17
Warning: The prompt should be warning enough.
Chained and Gagged
He pushes the ball gag into her mouth and makes sure it's secure behind her teeth as he fastens the straps behind her head. A dark smile makes its way across his face as he admires the sight of the petite blonde rendered mostly silent.
With one hand, Sylar cups her chin, tilting it up so she could see his face. "You wanted this, Elle." She nods and he pushes her down onto the bed, flat on her back. He uses his telekinesis to pin her wrists down against the comforter of the bed.
He straddles her waist and his hands make quick work of her front clasp bra. Bending over, he takes one of her breasts in his mouth, lightly biting the pebbled nipple. She arches her body towards him, groaning at the feel of his mouth on her. He repeats the process with her other breast and her reaction is more of the same.
Reaching behind him, he produces the nipple clamps they had shopped for earlier. He waves them in her face teasingly before he clamps them on. Elle's eyes widen as the sensation. He ducks his head to leave kisses along her throat and down her chest, enjoying hearing her whimpers.
Sylar moves back to slide her panties down her legs and toss them aside where their clothes had wound up on the floor. Lifting up one of her legs, he kisses his way from her foot to her calf and then to her thigh. He finally finds himself at the apex of her thighs and he starts to slowly lick her. She struggles against her invisible bonds and groans loudly as her body quivers in arousal.
He takes his mouth away to slide a finger into her and isn't surprised when sparks erupt from her hands.
"Now now, not yet."
He continues to pump his fingers in and out of her, feeling her soak him. Just short of her coming in his hand, he pulls his fingers out. He takes the chain of the nipple clamps between his teeth and lightly pulls on it as he plunges his dick into her. A scream of pleasure muffled by the ball gag comes from Elle.
At first, his thrusts are slow as he gages her reaction. With no sign of pain, he starts thrusting at a steadier and slightly quicker pace. Each thrust coupled with the pull of the chain sends waves of pleasure into Elle's body. She bucks on the bed and sparks fly around the room.
His thumb brushes lightly over her clit and that pushes her over the edge. She squeezes her eyes shut as her body is wracked with an intense orgasm and blue electricity explodes in the room. He comes not soon after and gives one final powerful tug on the chain.
They both catch their breath and she lies still as he removes the clamps, gently massaging and kissing her nipples to ease any potential pain. His telekinetic hold on her gone, she pushes herself upright to undo the ball gag. Once the ball gag is discarded, she wraps her arms around his neck, bringing his lips down to hers.
He rolls over so she's lying on top of him. As she lays her head on his chest, she lets out a murmur he almost didn't detect. "Next time, we're using those on you."
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Title: Elle Lewinsky
Pairing: Elle/Nathan!Sylar
Prompt: Elle/Sylar, roleplay. Is set in the 5YG verse. So Sylar is in his President Nathan illusion and Elle is pretending to be a naive White House intern.
Rating: NC-17
Elle Lewinsky
"President Petrelli? Hi, I'm your new intern." She extends her hand to him, a bright smile on her face.
"Why hello, I'm so glad to meet a new intern of mine," he stands up from his desk and walks around to shake her hand. Eyeing her, he smoothly goes on. "Why don't I personally show you the ropes so you can catch up to the other interns?"
Her eyes widen. "Ohh, that would be lovely. But I hope that wouldn't be an inconvienence for you." She smiles apologetically. "I know that you're a very busy man..."
"Oh, don't worry about it," he dismisses. He turns his head and nods to the various staff members in his office. On cue, they all leave and after the last one is gone, the doors lock resoundingly.
"Now, I usually have my interns go through an initiation."
"What kind of initiation?"
"The kind where I tell you to get down on your knees and suck me off."
Elle smirks as she sees Sylar transform back into himself. "I much prefer you looking like this," she hooks her arms around his neck, leaning up on her tip toes to give him a kiss. He pushes her away slightly.
"I mean it, if you want to stay my intern, you'll do it."
"But do you really want that? Because you'd be leaving yourself at my mercy, you know." She crosses her arms across her chest, staring defiantly at him.
Sylar pauses, thinking. "Good point. A president should never be at anyone else's mercy." He walks around and sits down in his leather chair, leaning back and placing his feet on his desk. "But for a new intern, you're awfully pushy." He raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, forgive me President Petrelli!" Elle mocks as she walks over to him. She pushes his feet off the desk and eases herself down between his spread legs. She wraps his tie around a hand and draws him down to her level. Her lips meet his in a teasing kiss before she pushes him away. A playful smile appears as her hands run over his thighs as they make their way to the button and zipper on his pants.
After undoing the button and sliding down the zipper, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs, drawing them down and exposing him. With a gentle touch, she takes his length in her hands, stroking it slowly and feeling it harden under her touch all while keeping her eyes on his face.
"I hope I'm doing this right, President Petrelli," she murmurs coquettishly.
His dark brown eyes grow even darker with lust as he looks at her. "Use my name."
"Fine, Sylar...or is it Gabriel?" She smirks.
His eyes harden and he grabs the back of her head, yanking it back so her face is tilted up towads his. "Less talking."
Elle brushes his hand away. "Then let me do my job." She ducks her head down, lightly breathing hot air on him. She runs her tongue over her lips, wetting them. Her lips are at the head of his cock, lightly touching. Her tongue snakes out, teasing him, causing him to groan slightly.
She slowly licks upward, stimulating him even further. She comes back down to take him in her mouth, taking in as much as her mouth would let her. Her hands reach up to grab what her mouth couldn't take. Slowly, she starts sucking, like she would a straw. Sylar grunts and bucks his hips towards her, thrusting in her mouth. Elle's tongue swirls around his tip and she emits a little spark from her hands.
"Bitch!" he gasps out at the slight sting of electricity.
Elle ignores him, allowing the hum of electricity remain on her skin. She knows he can feel the vibration and knows that it's pushing him closer to the edge. One more little zap of electricity does the trick.
He comes hard in her mouth, both of his hands grabbing the back of her head to keep her in place. She swallows quickly, barely noticing the taste. Her lips slide off of him, her tongue licking her lips.
There's a knock on the door and Sylar quickly transforms back into Nathan as he tugs his pants back up. He flicks his wrist and the door unlocks. Elle scrambles to her feet and starts walking to the door as it opens, A harried looking staff member rushes in and Elle stands in the doorway, staring pointedly.
"Thank you very much, President Petrelli. I hope you can teach me more tomorrow."
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Title: Hey There Stranger
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Prompt: Elle/anyone, Prostitute!Elle picked up from the street.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: it's pretty kinky, bdsm, anal sex, and all that
Hey There Stranger
"Hey there stranger, what can I do for you?" she asks as she leans over the car door, her head peaking into the car's interior.
"Good question," a lazy smile stretches across the man's face. "Better question is what won't you do?"
"For the right price, I'll do just about anything."
Sylar stares at her, his eyes dark. He picks up a fistful of loose change and turns it into solid gold in front of the prostitute's eyes. He can see her shock followed by her lust as she stares at the gold coins. It's not the power that surprises her, in this town, abilities are a dime a dozen. It's the sight of all that gold in front of her that surprises her, she's never seen payment like that. "Gold the right price for you?"
She opens the car door and plops down on the front seat, her coat falling open to reveal copious amounts of flesh. "Abso-fucking-lutely."
Sylar smirks as he puts the car in drive and guns down the street, tires squealing. As he deftly weaves in and out of traffic, he subtly eyes the girl sitting next to him. Short, blonde, and from what he could see, a killer body. "What's your name?"
"Elle."
"Is that your real name or the name your pimp gave you?"
She bristles. "I work for myself. No pimp can contain me," she tosses her hair over her shoulder. "And yes, that's my real name."
"Elle..." he murmurs. Her name rolls off his tongue easily, though he's not sure he'll be needing to use it much. If anything, she'll be the one screaming his name.
"And what's your name? Since we're asking questions and all."
"Ga...my name is Sylar."
"Sylar? That's different."
He doesn't say anything. Only skillfully parallel parks the car in front of an apartment building. He turns the car off and wordlessly steps out. Elle shrugs and gets out of the car to follow him. They walk into the building and climb a flight of stairs before stopping in front of a door where he inserts a key and unlocks it.
Elle steps in first and on first glance, finds the apartment to be normal. Furnished with bare necessities and yet, an endless supply of books lined the room. Rather underwhelming. "Is this it?" She shrugs off her coat and leaves it over the back of a nearby chair.
He frowns. "No." Sylar grabs her wrist and leads to into a hallway and pushes her into another room. Through the dim light, Elle can see a vast array of BDSM gear lining the wall. She turns to him, licking her lips.
"Oh I see what you're into."
His voice is gruff. "From now on, you are to only address me as master. You can only use my name when I order you to. And since I'm paying you so well, you will acquiesce to my wants."
Elle suppresses the urge to laugh. This wasn't her first time hearing a client wanting to be addressed as master. And it was probably one of the least original names. Other clients had wanted her to call them Daddy and President and God, among other things. "Yes, master."
A glint comes into his eyes as he hears her calling him master. He takes her by the shoulders and leads her over to a pair of leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling via rope. He takes her wrists and straps them into the cuffs. Slowly, he walks behind her with his hands trailing down her arms. He gathers her hair and smoothes it down over a shoulder and he lightly presses his lips on her bare neck. Sylar's hands reach around, cupping her perky breasts through her halter top and squeezing them. The squeeze elicits a small moan from Elle.
His hands travel further down to her tiny miniskirt. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and pushes the skirt down, letting it sink down her legs, past her black stilettos and onto the floor. His eyes smolder when he sees that she wasn't wearing any underwear. A hand snakes between her legs and his fingers brush her clit.
Her breath gets caught in her throat at his fingers tease her clit.
"Like that, do you?" he growls lowly in her ear.
She shivers before answering. "Oh, yes, master."
"Good." He deftly slides a finger in her, enjoying feeling her whole body tense up. Sylar adds another finger and pumps in and out of her, feeling her tighten around his fingers. He can feel her body shudder and he pulls his fingers out before she can come. "You're not going to come unless I say you can."
Elle opens her mouth to respond but before she can get a word out, he jams his wet finger in her mouth. Her lips automatically close around them, sucking, tasting her own juices mixed with his scent.
Sylar's free hand fumbles to undo his pants button and zipper, succeeding only with the help of telekinesis. He takes his other hand away from her mouth to grab a bottle of lube off a nearby table and she can feel him applying lube to her ass. She throws her head back as she feels his wet finger slide in her hole.
She bites down on her bottom lip when his finger is gone and he inserts his hardened dick in her. Anal has never her favorite but she's long gotten used to it. He starts at a slow pace and gradually builds up and her breathing gets a little more erratic. His hands grip her waist tightly as he drives himself in her.
"Remember, you still can't come," he grunts out between thrusts. Her jaw clenches as each thrust sends a spasm up her body. She feels his body shudder as he comes. As he slides out, he smacks her ass and his mouth is dangerously close to her ear. She feels his hot breath and she closes her eyes. "I'm still not done with you yet."
His hands reach up to release her from the cuffs and her arms drop immediately down to her sides. The blood rushing back in is almost a painful experience. She doesn't get much of a chance to relax as she finds herself being forced against a wall, her arms and legs splayed out.
"Hey!" Blue sparks are emitted from her fingertips as she tries to move her limbs.
Sylar starts walking towards her. "That's not how to address me, you know that."
"Sorry, master," she murmurs. Her eyes look down on the floor and she sees his shadow advancing closer towards her and some clinking. Looking up, she sees him carrying nipple clamps in one hand and a mischievous look in his eyes. He flicks his other hand and she feels her halter top being ripped off of her.
Her nipples are already hard from their earlier activity but he can't resist lightly pinching them between this thumb and index fingers. She hisses when he places the clamps on and then pulls on the chain to test her. He first pulls the chain out towards him and away from her body. Her body accordingly arches towards him. He places the chain in her mouth, seeing that she bit down on it. With a finger under her chin, he tilts her head back, making her pull the chain taut and she lets out a small moan before he takes his finger away and her head drops back down.
Grinning darkly, he sweeps his hands down her body, pausing once to cup and squeeze her breasts. His hands stop when they reach her hot wet center. His fingers brush by her clit as they work their way into her.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," she moans. "Please, master."
"That's a good girl."
Taking his fingers out, his hands cup her bottom as he slides his dick into her and she finds herself being able to move her legs so she wraps them around his waist. Her body pushes against him, helping drive him further into her. She moans as he quickly settles into a rhythm and her eyes squeeze shut. She can feel a familiar growing sensation deep in her groin.
"Ahh..." she whimpers.
He stares, letting a smirk make its way across his face before he says anything. "Come," he orders and she does. Everything has been building up inside her and aching to get out. Waves of sensation and pleasure rock her body that she momentarily loses control of her power and her body lights up. The electricity hits the metal nipple clamps and she lets out a scream as the it shocks her.
Sylar silences her scream by covering her mouth with his and her electricity channels into him. It's painful but he welcomes it and it pushes him over the edge, coming in her, and his hands grip her so tightly that they're sure to leave bruises.
She slumps against him as he takes his hands off of her and backs up. Her legs fall to the floor and she's pretty sure if he released his telekinetic hold on her, she'd fall down to the floor in a limp heap. Her previous clients had never been as...thorough.
He tosses her a towel as he puts his boxers and pants back on. "Clean yourself up and you'll find your payment on the table by the front door."
"Well, you tore my shirt and I don't have another one." She wipes herself and drops the towel on the floor.
"You have a coat."
"So?" She shrugs as she gathers her skirt and slips it back on. "A girl needs a little more than that."
Sylar narrows his eyes at her. "Fine," he leaves the room and comes back shortly and tosses a shirt at her. "Keep it."
Elle eyes the shirt before putting it on. "A Ramones -shirt? Thanks...master," she smirks. She saunters out of the room, gathers her coat and payment, and steps out of his apartment. He was a fun client and she hopes she'll see more of him.
Title: Agents Don't Cry
Pairing: Elle/HRG
Prompt: Elle blew a mission and lost the target. She's got to be punished - and it's Noah's responsibility to dole out the appropriate discipline.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub con
Agents Don't Cry
Elle hangs her head as she makes her way back to the Primatech van where Noah Bennet is waiting. No doubt waiting to dole out punishment for her botching this mission. She winces as she remembers her slip up and Noah's earlier warning to not screw up this mission.
"Don't mess this one up Elle. You almost wrecked the Gabriel Gray mission, I will not have you do wrong with this one."
"I won't mess it up."
"I have orders from your father that I'm to punish you anyway I see fit if you do."
Elle had frowned at that statement. She never felt easy about Noah, something about his cold steely demeanor never sat well with her. And she often felt there was something in the way he looked at her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Either way, he was her partner and her superior. Daddy would not be pleased if Noah gave him a report on Elle disobeying him.
Elle turns the handle of the back door of the van and when she opens it, she finds him sitting and waiting for her with a disapproving look on his face.
"Didn't we talk about you not screwing up?"
"Look, it wasn't my fault!" Elle snaps. "Not like I meant to use my power, it just happened."
"With you, it doesn't just happen. Your father has been training you since you were six years old. You have complete control of your power." Noah tells her coldly. "Now get over here."
She nervously moves closer to him as he ordered.
"Bend over this control board and don't even think of using your power on me."
As Elle acquiesces, Noah winds up and delivers a firm smack to her bottom. She bites her lip to keep from crying out. She doesn't protest when he delivers another one, or when his hands push up her pencil skirt to around her waist and he pulls her panties down.
He lightly smoothes a hand over her rear, enjoying her flawless skin that's reddening due to his hits. His other hand reaches between her legs and Elle's breath hitches when she feels his fingers brush along her clit. Noah toys with her clit and Elle can't help but enjoy the pleasure that's running through her body. Just as she feels like her sight is about to go white as an orgasm is about to overcome her, she finds herself being thrown down to the floor, landing on her hands and knees.
"What the..."
"Quiet, Elle." Noah fumbles with his belt, struggling to free it from the belt loops on his pants. When he finally does, a dark smile crosses his face. "Your punishment has only just begun." His statement sends a shiver down Elle's body.
She suddenly feels a harsh stinging slap on her ass, much more painful than when he spanked her. A gasp escapes her as she feels another slap. Elle tries craning her neck to see but Noah sticks his hand out and clamps it on her head.
"You don't need to see anything." He keeps whipping her with his belt until her bottom is covered in red marks and he can see small welts forming. By the end of it, Elle's body is shaking and quiet sobs wrack her body. He lets go of his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor of the van echoes off the walls. "Get up."
Elle slowly gets off her hands, tears dripping down her face and she sits back on her heels, wiping the tears off her face."
"Are you crying, Elle?" Noah grabs her hair and yanks her head back. He leans forward in his chair and hisses into her ear. "Agents don't cry. Do you want me to punish you further?"
"N..no," she sniffles.
"Then do better next time. Or the punishment will be worse." A hand snakes down and pinches one of her reddened bare cheeks. "Got it?"
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Title: Chained and Gagged
Pairing: Elle/Sylar
Prompt: Elle/anyone - ballgag and nipple clamps. Elle on the bottom please!
Rating: NC-17
Warning: The prompt should be warning enough.
Chained and Gagged
He pushes the ball gag into her mouth and makes sure it's secure behind her teeth as he fastens the straps behind her head. A dark smile makes its way across his face as he admires the sight of the petite blonde rendered mostly silent.
With one hand, Sylar cups her chin, tilting it up so she could see his face. "You wanted this, Elle." She nods and he pushes her down onto the bed, flat on her back. He uses his telekinesis to pin her wrists down against the comforter of the bed.
He straddles her waist and his hands make quick work of her front clasp bra. Bending over, he takes one of her breasts in his mouth, lightly biting the pebbled nipple. She arches her body towards him, groaning at the feel of his mouth on her. He repeats the process with her other breast and her reaction is more of the same.
Reaching behind him, he produces the nipple clamps they had shopped for earlier. He waves them in her face teasingly before he clamps them on. Elle's eyes widen as the sensation. He ducks his head to leave kisses along her throat and down her chest, enjoying hearing her whimpers.
Sylar moves back to slide her panties down her legs and toss them aside where their clothes had wound up on the floor. Lifting up one of her legs, he kisses his way from her foot to her calf and then to her thigh. He finally finds himself at the apex of her thighs and he starts to slowly lick her. She struggles against her invisible bonds and groans loudly as her body quivers in arousal.
He takes his mouth away to slide a finger into her and isn't surprised when sparks erupt from her hands.
"Now now, not yet."
He continues to pump his fingers in and out of her, feeling her soak him. Just short of her coming in his hand, he pulls his fingers out. He takes the chain of the nipple clamps between his teeth and lightly pulls on it as he plunges his dick into her. A scream of pleasure muffled by the ball gag comes from Elle.
At first, his thrusts are slow as he gages her reaction. With no sign of pain, he starts thrusting at a steadier and slightly quicker pace. Each thrust coupled with the pull of the chain sends waves of pleasure into Elle's body. She bucks on the bed and sparks fly around the room.
His thumb brushes lightly over her clit and that pushes her over the edge. She squeezes her eyes shut as her body is wracked with an intense orgasm and blue electricity explodes in the room. He comes not soon after and gives one final powerful tug on the chain.
They both catch their breath and she lies still as he removes the clamps, gently massaging and kissing her nipples to ease any potential pain. His telekinetic hold on her gone, she pushes herself upright to undo the ball gag. Once the ball gag is discarded, she wraps her arms around his neck, bringing his lips down to hers.
He rolls over so she's lying on top of him. As she lays her head on his chest, she lets out a murmur he almost didn't detect. "Next time, we're using those on you."
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Title: Elle Lewinsky
Pairing: Elle/Nathan!Sylar
Prompt: Elle/Sylar, roleplay. Is set in the 5YG verse. So Sylar is in his President Nathan illusion and Elle is pretending to be a naive White House intern.
Rating: NC-17
Elle Lewinsky
"President Petrelli? Hi, I'm your new intern." She extends her hand to him, a bright smile on her face.
"Why hello, I'm so glad to meet a new intern of mine," he stands up from his desk and walks around to shake her hand. Eyeing her, he smoothly goes on. "Why don't I personally show you the ropes so you can catch up to the other interns?"
Her eyes widen. "Ohh, that would be lovely. But I hope that wouldn't be an inconvienence for you." She smiles apologetically. "I know that you're a very busy man..."
"Oh, don't worry about it," he dismisses. He turns his head and nods to the various staff members in his office. On cue, they all leave and after the last one is gone, the doors lock resoundingly.
"Now, I usually have my interns go through an initiation."
"What kind of initiation?"
"The kind where I tell you to get down on your knees and suck me off."
Elle smirks as she sees Sylar transform back into himself. "I much prefer you looking like this," she hooks her arms around his neck, leaning up on her tip toes to give him a kiss. He pushes her away slightly.
"I mean it, if you want to stay my intern, you'll do it."
"But do you really want that? Because you'd be leaving yourself at my mercy, you know." She crosses her arms across her chest, staring defiantly at him.
Sylar pauses, thinking. "Good point. A president should never be at anyone else's mercy." He walks around and sits down in his leather chair, leaning back and placing his feet on his desk. "But for a new intern, you're awfully pushy." He raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, forgive me President Petrelli!" Elle mocks as she walks over to him. She pushes his feet off the desk and eases herself down between his spread legs. She wraps his tie around a hand and draws him down to her level. Her lips meet his in a teasing kiss before she pushes him away. A playful smile appears as her hands run over his thighs as they make their way to the button and zipper on his pants.
After undoing the button and sliding down the zipper, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs, drawing them down and exposing him. With a gentle touch, she takes his length in her hands, stroking it slowly and feeling it harden under her touch all while keeping her eyes on his face.
"I hope I'm doing this right, President Petrelli," she murmurs coquettishly.
His dark brown eyes grow even darker with lust as he looks at her. "Use my name."
"Fine, Sylar...or is it Gabriel?" She smirks.
His eyes harden and he grabs the back of her head, yanking it back so her face is tilted up towads his. "Less talking."
Elle brushes his hand away. "Then let me do my job." She ducks her head down, lightly breathing hot air on him. She runs her tongue over her lips, wetting them. Her lips are at the head of his cock, lightly touching. Her tongue snakes out, teasing him, causing him to groan slightly.
She slowly licks upward, stimulating him even further. She comes back down to take him in her mouth, taking in as much as her mouth would let her. Her hands reach up to grab what her mouth couldn't take. Slowly, she starts sucking, like she would a straw. Sylar grunts and bucks his hips towards her, thrusting in her mouth. Elle's tongue swirls around his tip and she emits a little spark from her hands.
"Bitch!" he gasps out at the slight sting of electricity.
Elle ignores him, allowing the hum of electricity remain on her skin. She knows he can feel the vibration and knows that it's pushing him closer to the edge. One more little zap of electricity does the trick.
He comes hard in her mouth, both of his hands grabbing the back of her head to keep her in place. She swallows quickly, barely noticing the taste. Her lips slide off of him, her tongue licking her lips.
There's a knock on the door and Sylar quickly transforms back into Nathan as he tugs his pants back up. He flicks his wrist and the door unlocks. Elle scrambles to her feet and starts walking to the door as it opens, A harried looking staff member rushes in and Elle stands in the doorway, staring pointedly.
"Thank you very much, President Petrelli. I hope you can teach me more tomorrow."
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Title: Hey There Stranger
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Prompt: Elle/anyone, Prostitute!Elle picked up from the street.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: it's pretty kinky, bdsm, anal sex, and all that
Hey There Stranger
"Hey there stranger, what can I do for you?" she asks as she leans over the car door, her head peaking into the car's interior.
"Good question," a lazy smile stretches across the man's face. "Better question is what won't you do?"
"For the right price, I'll do just about anything."
Sylar stares at her, his eyes dark. He picks up a fistful of loose change and turns it into solid gold in front of the prostitute's eyes. He can see her shock followed by her lust as she stares at the gold coins. It's not the power that surprises her, in this town, abilities are a dime a dozen. It's the sight of all that gold in front of her that surprises her, she's never seen payment like that. "Gold the right price for you?"
She opens the car door and plops down on the front seat, her coat falling open to reveal copious amounts of flesh. "Abso-fucking-lutely."
Sylar smirks as he puts the car in drive and guns down the street, tires squealing. As he deftly weaves in and out of traffic, he subtly eyes the girl sitting next to him. Short, blonde, and from what he could see, a killer body. "What's your name?"
"Elle."
"Is that your real name or the name your pimp gave you?"
She bristles. "I work for myself. No pimp can contain me," she tosses her hair over her shoulder. "And yes, that's my real name."
"Elle..." he murmurs. Her name rolls off his tongue easily, though he's not sure he'll be needing to use it much. If anything, she'll be the one screaming his name.
"And what's your name? Since we're asking questions and all."
"Ga...my name is Sylar."
"Sylar? That's different."
He doesn't say anything. Only skillfully parallel parks the car in front of an apartment building. He turns the car off and wordlessly steps out. Elle shrugs and gets out of the car to follow him. They walk into the building and climb a flight of stairs before stopping in front of a door where he inserts a key and unlocks it.
Elle steps in first and on first glance, finds the apartment to be normal. Furnished with bare necessities and yet, an endless supply of books lined the room. Rather underwhelming. "Is this it?" She shrugs off her coat and leaves it over the back of a nearby chair.
He frowns. "No." Sylar grabs her wrist and leads to into a hallway and pushes her into another room. Through the dim light, Elle can see a vast array of BDSM gear lining the wall. She turns to him, licking her lips.
"Oh I see what you're into."
His voice is gruff. "From now on, you are to only address me as master. You can only use my name when I order you to. And since I'm paying you so well, you will acquiesce to my wants."
Elle suppresses the urge to laugh. This wasn't her first time hearing a client wanting to be addressed as master. And it was probably one of the least original names. Other clients had wanted her to call them Daddy and President and God, among other things. "Yes, master."
A glint comes into his eyes as he hears her calling him master. He takes her by the shoulders and leads her over to a pair of leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling via rope. He takes her wrists and straps them into the cuffs. Slowly, he walks behind her with his hands trailing down her arms. He gathers her hair and smoothes it down over a shoulder and he lightly presses his lips on her bare neck. Sylar's hands reach around, cupping her perky breasts through her halter top and squeezing them. The squeeze elicits a small moan from Elle.
His hands travel further down to her tiny miniskirt. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and pushes the skirt down, letting it sink down her legs, past her black stilettos and onto the floor. His eyes smolder when he sees that she wasn't wearing any underwear. A hand snakes between her legs and his fingers brush her clit.
Her breath gets caught in her throat at his fingers tease her clit.
"Like that, do you?" he growls lowly in her ear.
She shivers before answering. "Oh, yes, master."
"Good." He deftly slides a finger in her, enjoying feeling her whole body tense up. Sylar adds another finger and pumps in and out of her, feeling her tighten around his fingers. He can feel her body shudder and he pulls his fingers out before she can come. "You're not going to come unless I say you can."
Elle opens her mouth to respond but before she can get a word out, he jams his wet finger in her mouth. Her lips automatically close around them, sucking, tasting her own juices mixed with his scent.
Sylar's free hand fumbles to undo his pants button and zipper, succeeding only with the help of telekinesis. He takes his other hand away from her mouth to grab a bottle of lube off a nearby table and she can feel him applying lube to her ass. She throws her head back as she feels his wet finger slide in her hole.
She bites down on her bottom lip when his finger is gone and he inserts his hardened dick in her. Anal has never her favorite but she's long gotten used to it. He starts at a slow pace and gradually builds up and her breathing gets a little more erratic. His hands grip her waist tightly as he drives himself in her.
"Remember, you still can't come," he grunts out between thrusts. Her jaw clenches as each thrust sends a spasm up her body. She feels his body shudder as he comes. As he slides out, he smacks her ass and his mouth is dangerously close to her ear. She feels his hot breath and she closes her eyes. "I'm still not done with you yet."
His hands reach up to release her from the cuffs and her arms drop immediately down to her sides. The blood rushing back in is almost a painful experience. She doesn't get much of a chance to relax as she finds herself being forced against a wall, her arms and legs splayed out.
"Hey!" Blue sparks are emitted from her fingertips as she tries to move her limbs.
Sylar starts walking towards her. "That's not how to address me, you know that."
"Sorry, master," she murmurs. Her eyes look down on the floor and she sees his shadow advancing closer towards her and some clinking. Looking up, she sees him carrying nipple clamps in one hand and a mischievous look in his eyes. He flicks his other hand and she feels her halter top being ripped off of her.
Her nipples are already hard from their earlier activity but he can't resist lightly pinching them between this thumb and index fingers. She hisses when he places the clamps on and then pulls on the chain to test her. He first pulls the chain out towards him and away from her body. Her body accordingly arches towards him. He places the chain in her mouth, seeing that she bit down on it. With a finger under her chin, he tilts her head back, making her pull the chain taut and she lets out a small moan before he takes his finger away and her head drops back down.
Grinning darkly, he sweeps his hands down her body, pausing once to cup and squeeze her breasts. His hands stop when they reach her hot wet center. His fingers brush by her clit as they work their way into her.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," she moans. "Please, master."
"That's a good girl."
Taking his fingers out, his hands cup her bottom as he slides his dick into her and she finds herself being able to move her legs so she wraps them around his waist. Her body pushes against him, helping drive him further into her. She moans as he quickly settles into a rhythm and her eyes squeeze shut. She can feel a familiar growing sensation deep in her groin.
"Ahh..." she whimpers.
He stares, letting a smirk make its way across his face before he says anything. "Come," he orders and she does. Everything has been building up inside her and aching to get out. Waves of sensation and pleasure rock her body that she momentarily loses control of her power and her body lights up. The electricity hits the metal nipple clamps and she lets out a scream as the it shocks her.
Sylar silences her scream by covering her mouth with his and her electricity channels into him. It's painful but he welcomes it and it pushes him over the edge, coming in her, and his hands grip her so tightly that they're sure to leave bruises.
She slumps against him as he takes his hands off of her and backs up. Her legs fall to the floor and she's pretty sure if he released his telekinetic hold on her, she'd fall down to the floor in a limp heap. Her previous clients had never been as...thorough.
He tosses her a towel as he puts his boxers and pants back on. "Clean yourself up and you'll find your payment on the table by the front door."
"Well, you tore my shirt and I don't have another one." She wipes herself and drops the towel on the floor.
"You have a coat."
"So?" She shrugs as she gathers her skirt and slips it back on. "A girl needs a little more than that."
Sylar narrows his eyes at her. "Fine," he leaves the room and comes back shortly and tosses a shirt at her. "Keep it."
Elle eyes the shirt before putting it on. "A Ramones -shirt? Thanks...master," she smirks. She saunters out of the room, gathers her coat and payment, and steps out of his apartment. He was a fun client and she hopes she'll see more of him.