High Heels
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Steins
Prompt: Pent Up Frustrations
Notes: For 30 Sexy Fics
Warnings: Sex.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's all dressed up.
01: Pent Up Frustrations
It had to be the dress. She never wore dresses, but tonight’s was low-cut and shimmery. Victor bit back a groan. The high heels weren’t helping, either.
She tottered a little and caught her balance, righting herself and smoothing the soft black fabric down. It fit her curves perfectly. He wondered if she’d noticed. He wondered how badly she wanted to go out tonight.
He would suffer. Only for her.
She reached the top of the stairs and grabbed the banister, hanging on for dear life when she wobbled again. There was something strangely arousing about watching her struggle to stay on her feet.
Then she set her foot on the second step and her balance was gone. She lost her grip on the banister and fell. He raced up the stairs to catch her. Almost didn’t make it. Almost didn’t catch her.
He found himself on one knee, holding her up. She blinked up at him and grinned.
“My hero.”
He let out the breath he’d forgotten he was holding. She pulled her knees under herself and started to get to her feet.
“No.” He pushed her back to sit on the top step. Set about removing her shoes. One heel was broken. So much for that.
“Oh,” she groaned. “My ankle hurts.”
He squeezed it a little. Didn’t find anything broken. “I’m prescribing bed rest right now,” he informed her, throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her to the bedroom and sent her sprawling across the bed.
Her breasts almost came out of the dress. He stared for a moment, then knelt between her legs, slid his arms around her to unzip the dress.
Janet giggled and pressed one bare foot to his crotch. Victor let out a soft moan and helped her out of the thing
She wrapped her legs around him.
He ground against her.
“Please, Victor,” she whimpered. “Please.”
She was wet and ready for him. He was hard and eager. He unzipped his pants and pushed his underwear down just enough to release himself.
Janet trembled under him. Sighed when he pressed a delicate kiss to her breastbone.
She arched up. He slipped her panties down. Another whimper and he was inside of her, fully sheathed in her.
Her hands tangled in his hair. He reached up and slipped his glasses off. Set them on the nightstand. Quick, short moans reached his ears. She squeezed his manhood inside her. And he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
Victor pushed into her, once, twice, a thousand times. He held her to him. Nibbled on her neck. Sucked on her nipples, and forced his way inside of her.
She cried out under him. He clenched his teeth and drove into her harder and faster. She saw blue. He whispered her name.
Victor slipped out of her and watched her for a moment.
“Well,” he commented. “I feel better.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He stood up and tossed his clothes on the floor with hers. No use in them now. He’d have to have them dry-cleaned. Oh, well.
She’d caught her breath by this point. He turned and ran a hand down her side.
“Mm… Again,” she mumbled.
“Again?” he teased.
“Uh-huh.”
Victory’s body informed him that this was a very good idea.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Steins
Prompt: Pent Up Frustrations
Notes: For 30 Sexy Fics
Warnings: Sex.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's all dressed up.
01: Pent Up Frustrations
It had to be the dress. She never wore dresses, but tonight’s was low-cut and shimmery. Victor bit back a groan. The high heels weren’t helping, either.
She tottered a little and caught her balance, righting herself and smoothing the soft black fabric down. It fit her curves perfectly. He wondered if she’d noticed. He wondered how badly she wanted to go out tonight.
He would suffer. Only for her.
She reached the top of the stairs and grabbed the banister, hanging on for dear life when she wobbled again. There was something strangely arousing about watching her struggle to stay on her feet.
Then she set her foot on the second step and her balance was gone. She lost her grip on the banister and fell. He raced up the stairs to catch her. Almost didn’t make it. Almost didn’t catch her.
He found himself on one knee, holding her up. She blinked up at him and grinned.
“My hero.”
He let out the breath he’d forgotten he was holding. She pulled her knees under herself and started to get to her feet.
“No.” He pushed her back to sit on the top step. Set about removing her shoes. One heel was broken. So much for that.
“Oh,” she groaned. “My ankle hurts.”
He squeezed it a little. Didn’t find anything broken. “I’m prescribing bed rest right now,” he informed her, throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her to the bedroom and sent her sprawling across the bed.
Her breasts almost came out of the dress. He stared for a moment, then knelt between her legs, slid his arms around her to unzip the dress.
Janet giggled and pressed one bare foot to his crotch. Victor let out a soft moan and helped her out of the thing
She wrapped her legs around him.
He ground against her.
“Please, Victor,” she whimpered. “Please.”
She was wet and ready for him. He was hard and eager. He unzipped his pants and pushed his underwear down just enough to release himself.
Janet trembled under him. Sighed when he pressed a delicate kiss to her breastbone.
She arched up. He slipped her panties down. Another whimper and he was inside of her, fully sheathed in her.
Her hands tangled in his hair. He reached up and slipped his glasses off. Set them on the nightstand. Quick, short moans reached his ears. She squeezed his manhood inside her. And he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
Victor pushed into her, once, twice, a thousand times. He held her to him. Nibbled on her neck. Sucked on her nipples, and forced his way inside of her.
She cried out under him. He clenched his teeth and drove into her harder and faster. She saw blue. He whispered her name.
Victor slipped out of her and watched her for a moment.
“Well,” he commented. “I feel better.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He stood up and tossed his clothes on the floor with hers. No use in them now. He’d have to have them dry-cleaned. Oh, well.
She’d caught her breath by this point. He turned and ran a hand down her side.
“Mm… Again,” she mumbled.
“Again?” he teased.
“Uh-huh.”
Victory’s body informed him that this was a very good idea.