Fic: Bedroom Improvements; Winry/Sheska; NC-17
I was going back and locking a bunch of my fic over the last few days, and I realized my porn used to be a lot more porny. Maybe it's because it was all from the POV of horny, British teenage boys. And, you know, Tonks. Who I wrote as having the libido of a horny teenage boy.
Anyway! We kick off the smutfest with some light Winry/Sheska. Just a tame little bit of yuri to get things started. And you know, I realized as I was writing this that I have no freaking idea how old Winry and Sheska are. I'd take a stab and say maybe 19, but seriously, I have no clue.
ANYWAY! Let the smutting commence!
Title: Bedroom Improvements
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Winry/Sheska
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 904
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Sheska was sweet and quiet and shy and soft - everything Winry wasn't. And Winry couldn't keep her hands off the other girl.
Winry stepped back from the wall, drill in hand, eyeing the hooks now set into it.
“There!” Perfect. Now she could hang up those pictures that had been languishing away in drawers for much too long. The day was for home improvement, Winry had decided. She hardly had any time for it anymore, with work.
“Sheska, put this away for me?”
She handed off the drill over her shoulder, still eyeing the hooks. Perfectly even, set spaced perfectly apart….
“Ah…where does it go?”
“Hmm? Oh…” She turned, blond ponytail swinging. Sheska looked so cute, holding the drill awkwardly and glancing around the room for the right place to set it. “Here.” She reached for it, fingers brushing over Sheska’s. Sheska was blushing. The stain crept all the way up to the edges of her black rimmed glasses.
Winry loved it when Sheska blushed. Home improvement was looking like maybe it needed to be put off. Sheska wet her lips, the tip of her pink tongue darting out for just a moment.
The drill was forgotten. Home improvement was forgotten. Winry’s hands closed over Sheska’s, pulling the brown haired girl close. The drill was trapped between them, held between their stomachs as Winry caught Sheska’s lips in a fierce kiss. Sheska squeaked - she was always so shy, so hesitant. Winry loved that about her. She loved the way Sheska squirmed just a little, the way she made little surprised noises against Winry’s lips, the way she never seemed to know quite what to do with her hands…
Winry knew exactly what to do with her hands. They found Sheska’s breasts beneath the fabric of her bulky sweater. The drill clattered to the floor between them, the sound of it loud in the small bedroom. Winry didn’t care. Sheska’s mouth was moist and open beneath hers, her tongue batting lightly against Winry’s. She could taste the coffee Sheska had been drinking just a little while ago.
The bed was right beside them. Winry’s hands slid up under Sheska’s sweater, running over her lightly rounded stomach and up to the swells of the small girl’s breasts. Sheska wasn’t wearing a bra. Winry’s hands closed over firm flesh, cupping Sheska’s breasts firmly as they continued to kiss. Sheska’s hands were on her hips, the small of her back, roaming everywhere in nervous patterns. Sheska’s hands were so smooth, so soft. Not like Winry’s own, which were rough and calloused. Years of wielding tools with her bare hands had left them worn and work-hardened. But Sheska didn’t seem to mind.
There were too many clothes. Winry wanted to be naked, in bed, twined completely with the other girl. She wanted to lick every inch of her blushing girlfriend’s pale skin.
Kissing along Sheska’s neck - that still tasted like soap - she wrenched the bulky sweater up further, pulling it over Sheska’s breasts and struggling as it got tangled. She didn’t want to take her mouth off of the other girl, but Sheska’s arms got trapped, Winry stumbled, and they fell onto the bed laughing together. Laughing and flushing and reaching for each other again. Sheska sheepishly pulled off her sweater, her blush deepening. Her breasts were small and round, her nipples tight with excitement. Her rounded stomach swelled lightly over the waistband of her loose pants. She looked awkward and delicious.
Winry wriggled out of her overalls and shirt, tossing them aside. They landed on top of the long forgotten drill. Where Sheska was soft and smooth, Winry was hard and rough. Sheska was all little round curves, Winry was all tight muscle.
The mechanic, now naked, rolled over and pinned her girlfriend beneath her. Now Winry had access to every inch of Sheska’s bare torso. She toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, licking along the curve of Sheska’s neck and shoulder. She could barely keep her hands any one place, wanting to feel everything, wanted to taste everything.
Sheska tasted wonderful. Clean and sweet and everything Winry knew she herself wasn’t. She tasted of swear and oil and grease.
They were a perfect compliment to one another.
Now it was time to get rid of the rest of those pesky clothes. Sheska’s loose pants were yanked down and Winry wasted no time running her fingers along every inch of skin she could find. Sheska’s thighs, her hips, the warm space between her legs. Every fold and ridge was thoroughly explored, Winry’s fingers sinking into slick warmth.
She had always been good with her hands. Her fingers were nimble, quick, toying and teasing and pulling forth soft noises of pleasure from the dark haired girl beneath her. Nothing pleased her more than to hear those noises.
Sheska whimpered with every move of Winry’s fingers, twitching and gripping the sheets with white knuckled hands. Her eyes were screwed shut, her glasses skewed and threatening to fall off, her hair mussed. She was the perfect picture of innocence debauched.
And Winry loved it.
Anyway! We kick off the smutfest with some light Winry/Sheska. Just a tame little bit of yuri to get things started. And you know, I realized as I was writing this that I have no freaking idea how old Winry and Sheska are. I'd take a stab and say maybe 19, but seriously, I have no clue.
ANYWAY! Let the smutting commence!
Title: Bedroom Improvements
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Winry/Sheska
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 904
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Sheska was sweet and quiet and shy and soft - everything Winry wasn't. And Winry couldn't keep her hands off the other girl.
Winry stepped back from the wall, drill in hand, eyeing the hooks now set into it.
“There!” Perfect. Now she could hang up those pictures that had been languishing away in drawers for much too long. The day was for home improvement, Winry had decided. She hardly had any time for it anymore, with work.
“Sheska, put this away for me?”
She handed off the drill over her shoulder, still eyeing the hooks. Perfectly even, set spaced perfectly apart….
“Ah…where does it go?”
“Hmm? Oh…” She turned, blond ponytail swinging. Sheska looked so cute, holding the drill awkwardly and glancing around the room for the right place to set it. “Here.” She reached for it, fingers brushing over Sheska’s. Sheska was blushing. The stain crept all the way up to the edges of her black rimmed glasses.
Winry loved it when Sheska blushed. Home improvement was looking like maybe it needed to be put off. Sheska wet her lips, the tip of her pink tongue darting out for just a moment.
The drill was forgotten. Home improvement was forgotten. Winry’s hands closed over Sheska’s, pulling the brown haired girl close. The drill was trapped between them, held between their stomachs as Winry caught Sheska’s lips in a fierce kiss. Sheska squeaked - she was always so shy, so hesitant. Winry loved that about her. She loved the way Sheska squirmed just a little, the way she made little surprised noises against Winry’s lips, the way she never seemed to know quite what to do with her hands…
Winry knew exactly what to do with her hands. They found Sheska’s breasts beneath the fabric of her bulky sweater. The drill clattered to the floor between them, the sound of it loud in the small bedroom. Winry didn’t care. Sheska’s mouth was moist and open beneath hers, her tongue batting lightly against Winry’s. She could taste the coffee Sheska had been drinking just a little while ago.
The bed was right beside them. Winry’s hands slid up under Sheska’s sweater, running over her lightly rounded stomach and up to the swells of the small girl’s breasts. Sheska wasn’t wearing a bra. Winry’s hands closed over firm flesh, cupping Sheska’s breasts firmly as they continued to kiss. Sheska’s hands were on her hips, the small of her back, roaming everywhere in nervous patterns. Sheska’s hands were so smooth, so soft. Not like Winry’s own, which were rough and calloused. Years of wielding tools with her bare hands had left them worn and work-hardened. But Sheska didn’t seem to mind.
There were too many clothes. Winry wanted to be naked, in bed, twined completely with the other girl. She wanted to lick every inch of her blushing girlfriend’s pale skin.
Kissing along Sheska’s neck - that still tasted like soap - she wrenched the bulky sweater up further, pulling it over Sheska’s breasts and struggling as it got tangled. She didn’t want to take her mouth off of the other girl, but Sheska’s arms got trapped, Winry stumbled, and they fell onto the bed laughing together. Laughing and flushing and reaching for each other again. Sheska sheepishly pulled off her sweater, her blush deepening. Her breasts were small and round, her nipples tight with excitement. Her rounded stomach swelled lightly over the waistband of her loose pants. She looked awkward and delicious.
Winry wriggled out of her overalls and shirt, tossing them aside. They landed on top of the long forgotten drill. Where Sheska was soft and smooth, Winry was hard and rough. Sheska was all little round curves, Winry was all tight muscle.
The mechanic, now naked, rolled over and pinned her girlfriend beneath her. Now Winry had access to every inch of Sheska’s bare torso. She toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, licking along the curve of Sheska’s neck and shoulder. She could barely keep her hands any one place, wanting to feel everything, wanted to taste everything.
Sheska tasted wonderful. Clean and sweet and everything Winry knew she herself wasn’t. She tasted of swear and oil and grease.
They were a perfect compliment to one another.
Now it was time to get rid of the rest of those pesky clothes. Sheska’s loose pants were yanked down and Winry wasted no time running her fingers along every inch of skin she could find. Sheska’s thighs, her hips, the warm space between her legs. Every fold and ridge was thoroughly explored, Winry’s fingers sinking into slick warmth.
She had always been good with her hands. Her fingers were nimble, quick, toying and teasing and pulling forth soft noises of pleasure from the dark haired girl beneath her. Nothing pleased her more than to hear those noises.
Sheska whimpered with every move of Winry’s fingers, twitching and gripping the sheets with white knuckled hands. Her eyes were screwed shut, her glasses skewed and threatening to fall off, her hair mussed. She was the perfect picture of innocence debauched.
And Winry loved it.