Questionable Intentions - Heroes - Sylar/Monica
Title: Questionable Intentions
Pairing: Sylar/Monica
Word Count: 483
Rating: R/NC-17
A/N: Written for the kink meme.
Summary: You came here to kill her, he reminds himself, their breath mingling as they kiss.
His lips close over her dark brown nipple, tongue playing with the nub until he feels the flesh hardening. Monica's fingers card through his hair and she makes a small gasping moan, pulling him closer. Her lithe legs straddle him and her hips move before she slides down over him, hot and wet as she takes his hard cock deep inside her cunt.
His hands tighten. His teeth graze over the soft under-skin of her gently rounded breasts: too sharp, too hard, too much. Her hand in his hair grips and she pulls him back, touching her lips to his when she-
God, she begins to move.
Sylar's sure he should be doing something more productive than lying beneath this beautiful woman, watching her, letting her fuck herself on his dick with an experienced ease that contrasts with the innocence of her smile.
You came here to kill her, he reminds himself, their breath mingling as they kiss: she tastes like toothpaste, fresh and new. His hands reach around her, grabbing her firm ass and pulling her down, deeper, until the sound she makes is a pained whisper. Her hands push at his shoulders. "Gabriel," she says, breathlessly.
He rolls them over so that he rests on top of her, looking down at the contrast of her black hair against the white pillowcase. His fingers reach for her clit; he hasn't done this in a long time, but he knows how things work. He knows how she works - and, equally, he knows how to take her apart.
He feels the walls of her pussy clenching uncontrollably around him as he drives inside her, over and over again, his fingers working in tandem on that bunch of nerves. He presses the heel of his hand against her button, rubbing upwards - too hard, too much, and the sound she makes is almost like a scream as she twists underneath him, her eyes screwing shut. "Yeah, that's it," Sylar says, entranced. "That's it."
She comes, moaning and yelling as her sweet body convulses around him. Doesn't take much at all to make him spill his load into the plastic that protects him, his groan muffled against her neck.
It takes heroic energy to make himself pull out of her again, struggling to catch his breath and regain his thoughts.
Her hand covers her mouth and she laughs - so sweetly, so naively. "Oh my god," she says, blushing. "I can't believe I just did that." So stunned at her own daring: a one-night stand. This must be the closest to being a 'bad girl' that Monica has ever got. Sylar reaches for her, his hand cupping her flushed cheek before he steals one last kiss from her plump lips.
He can't kill her - not now - but he won't stay, either. A starving man with a feast laid before him… He doesn't trust himself not to give in.
Pairing: Sylar/Monica
Word Count: 483
Rating: R/NC-17
A/N: Written for the kink meme.
Summary: You came here to kill her, he reminds himself, their breath mingling as they kiss.
His lips close over her dark brown nipple, tongue playing with the nub until he feels the flesh hardening. Monica's fingers card through his hair and she makes a small gasping moan, pulling him closer. Her lithe legs straddle him and her hips move before she slides down over him, hot and wet as she takes his hard cock deep inside her cunt.
His hands tighten. His teeth graze over the soft under-skin of her gently rounded breasts: too sharp, too hard, too much. Her hand in his hair grips and she pulls him back, touching her lips to his when she-
God, she begins to move.
Sylar's sure he should be doing something more productive than lying beneath this beautiful woman, watching her, letting her fuck herself on his dick with an experienced ease that contrasts with the innocence of her smile.
You came here to kill her, he reminds himself, their breath mingling as they kiss: she tastes like toothpaste, fresh and new. His hands reach around her, grabbing her firm ass and pulling her down, deeper, until the sound she makes is a pained whisper. Her hands push at his shoulders. "Gabriel," she says, breathlessly.
He rolls them over so that he rests on top of her, looking down at the contrast of her black hair against the white pillowcase. His fingers reach for her clit; he hasn't done this in a long time, but he knows how things work. He knows how she works - and, equally, he knows how to take her apart.
He feels the walls of her pussy clenching uncontrollably around him as he drives inside her, over and over again, his fingers working in tandem on that bunch of nerves. He presses the heel of his hand against her button, rubbing upwards - too hard, too much, and the sound she makes is almost like a scream as she twists underneath him, her eyes screwing shut. "Yeah, that's it," Sylar says, entranced. "That's it."
She comes, moaning and yelling as her sweet body convulses around him. Doesn't take much at all to make him spill his load into the plastic that protects him, his groan muffled against her neck.
It takes heroic energy to make himself pull out of her again, struggling to catch his breath and regain his thoughts.
Her hand covers her mouth and she laughs - so sweetly, so naively. "Oh my god," she says, blushing. "I can't believe I just did that." So stunned at her own daring: a one-night stand. This must be the closest to being a 'bad girl' that Monica has ever got. Sylar reaches for her, his hand cupping her flushed cheek before he steals one last kiss from her plump lips.
He can't kill her - not now - but he won't stay, either. A starving man with a feast laid before him… He doesn't trust himself not to give in.