Quiet Ones
Title: Quiet Ones
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Chuck, OFC
Pairing: Chuck/OFC
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 1,019
Rating: R
Notes: for camshaft22, who talked me through it without realizing it.
Prompt: Kinkbingo Fill: “Nippleplay/tit torture”
If anyone had ever bothered to ask Chuck about his preferences when it came to the attributes of the female body, he would have immediately confessed to being a boob-man. Chuck loved boobs, big ones, little ones, the size didn’t matter, if it had a nipple, Chuck liked it.
His favorite part of any breast was the nipple. He considered himself a connoisseur of nipples. As a teenager, he collected pictures from men’s magazines, and most of his collection revolved around pert, tight, pebbled nipples. He loved the variances in shading from one woman to the next. His personal preference was a smaller areola in deepest rosy pink, one that was well proportioned to the breast it topped. He had whacked off to many a fine and shapely breast in his day.
Unfortunately, since taking a position wherein he worked closely with the military, Chucks favorite bits of his coworkers were generally concealed in an attempt to make the bearer of the boobs as masculine as possible. Marines, apparently, do not jiggle. Having no sex life whatsoever, Chuck had to content himself with his memories of better boobs gone by and his right hand for company.
At least he’d had to settle until the Daedalus arrived with replacement personnel and Doctor Ruth Giltner came into Chuck’s life. She came to his console asking directions to the lab she was supposed to report to immediately, and Chuck, going off duty, offered to show her the way. She brought him a box of chocolates as a thank you the next day. He asked her out for coffee.
Two weeks and a dozen meals and breaks together later, he was invited back to her quarters after movie night let out.
It was just like Chuck’s mother always said; it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for. Ruthie was as quiet as they came, soft voice, mild manners, a little shy. He was shocked when he stepped through the door to her quarters and she leapt at him as soon as the door shut behind him. Sedate little Doctor Giltner was a wild woman. Aggressive and pushy and completely dominant in the bedroom, he was to quickly learn.
She undid the buttons of his shirts and pushed it down his arms. She tore at his t-shirt until he tugged it over his head. Leaving a trail of clothes, she dragged him to her bed and shoved him down, stripping him out of his trousers, boxers and socks, leaving him completely nude, while she was clad in bra and panties. Ruth smiled wickedly and held a hand up, indicating he needed to stay put and wait. She went to her bureau and opened a drawer. She came back to his side swinging a set of nipple clamps in one hand and holding a tube of something in her other hand.
“May I?” she asked in a husky voice.
Chuck nodded stupidly, certain the smile on his face was ridiculous. Ruthie straddled him and squirted some gel onto her fingertips and then rubbed it over each of his nipples in turn. He gasped at the chill of the gel. “Cold.”
Ruthie grinned. “Not for long.” She opened the clasp of the first clamp and attached it to his right nipple and then did the same to the left. It hurt, but not unbearably. He had seen pictures in magazines and on the internet of nipple clamps, but had never used them on a partner, nor had he ever thought to use them on himself.
Sex with Ruthie Giltner was a revelation to Chuck. Thanks to Ruthie; he learned something new about himself. He liked the pleasurable erotic pain Ruthie’s toys brought him. His nipples were far more sensitive than he knew. The gel went from cold to hot and he wriggled a bit as she tugged on the chains connecting the clamps to each other. “Too much?”
“No, oh no. Just right, Ruthie, just right,” Chuck gasped.
His cock was rock hard and pressed against his stomach as she rocked against him slightly. He rested his hands on her hips and watched her face. She reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, releasing her beautiful breasts from captivity. Chuck’s hands immediately moved up to cup each bobbing breast in a hand.
Sweet softness bouncing against his palm; how he’d missed that. He rubbed his thumbs over the nipples. Perfectly rosy and proportioned just right to Ruthie’s ample bosom, he sighed in contentment and fondled her for a time. She eventually leaned forward and let him suck the tip of one breast into his mouth.
She tugged on the chains as she rocked her hips. Heaven. Chuck was in heaven. Sensation flowed through him, jabs of pain and icy-heat at his nipples, his cock pressed against the silk of her panties; he let out a deep groan as he suckled her.
He whimpered at the loss when she rose up and away from him to yank off her panties. She returned soon enough and let him have her other breast. He was completely lost in the sensations, so much so that he didn’t even notice when she slid a condom over his cock. He barely realized that he was inside her, only coming around to the fact when sat up and his lips left her breast.
Ruthie rode him hard, yanking the chains occasionally to shift his focus and change the rhythm. He was shocked to hear the guttural cries coming from Ruth. Even an hour ago, he would never have believed her capable of any of what had gone on between them, but especially not the loud passionate cries.
As she collapsed against him, she pushed her long dark hair out of her face and smiled at him, resting her chin between his pecs, idly playing with the chain pooled on his neck as he hugged her to him. “You know, Chuck, my mom always said it was…”
“… the quiet ones you had to watch out for,” they finished together and burst out laughing.