Don't Say A Word That I Wouldn't Say
Pairing: Cookleta
Summary: In response to idolmeta's Drabble Thursday prompt of "A character doing something they're bad it" Archie fails at dirty talk. This also happens to fill one of my Kink Bingo squares.
Word Count: 417
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None
Author's note: I'm on spring break now, so get ready for a possible onslaught of fic. Also, for a drabble about dirty talk, there's not really much dirty talk here. Just go with it. Title from DCook's "Don't Say A Word".
Cook bent down to kiss Archie, sucking on his lower lip gently as he pushed his finger slowly in and out of him.
“Come on, I want to hear you say it.”
Archie pushed back against Cook’s hand, praying he’d get the message and let it go. But when Cook just kept moving at the same pace, obviously ignoring his unspoken request, he let out a frustrated breath, screwing his eyes shut and mumbling, “M-more, please.”
Cook chuckled and added another finger, twisting them as he pushed in even slower than before, making Archie whimper with the added stretch.
“Is this what you want? My fingers deep inside you, all slick and hot, stretching you wide open. I’m only using two and God, you’re so tight Arch, I don’t think I could even fit anymore. But I think you want another, don’t you?”
Archie felt his face go bright red at Cook’s words, his throat tightening and preventing him from replying. Cook continued at the same slow pace, not even speeding up when Archie started rocking against the motion, breaths becoming erratic. Archie felt himself getting lost in his need and choked out desperately, “No, want you.”
“You already have me babe. Anything else you want?” Cook said, crooking his fingers at just the right angle so that Archie forgot how to speak entirely. Archie just shook his head frantically, grabbing for Cook and trying to pull him closer.
Cook buried his face in the crook of Archie’s neck, nipping lightly and smirking into the skin. “I’m not going to give it to you until you say it.” He bent down further and swiped his tongue along one of Archie’s nipples, repeating the motion and sucking lightly until Archie was squirming, back arching off of the bed into it.
Archie felt himself growing more out of control and frustrated, willing Cook with every fiber of his being to give him what he needed. The sensations of Cook’s fingers and his teasing mouth finally became too much and he gave up, huffing out, “My gosh, your cock Cook, I want your cock,” and slinging his arm over his eyes when he realized what had come out of his mouth.
Cook stilled and then laughed out right, pulling his fingers out and reaching up to pull Archie’s arm away. He cupped a hand against Archie’s cheek and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, whispering against his lips, “Okay. I got what I wanted, now it’s your turn.”
Summary: In response to idolmeta's Drabble Thursday prompt of "A character doing something they're bad it" Archie fails at dirty talk. This also happens to fill one of my Kink Bingo squares.
Word Count: 417
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None
Author's note: I'm on spring break now, so get ready for a possible onslaught of fic. Also, for a drabble about dirty talk, there's not really much dirty talk here. Just go with it. Title from DCook's "Don't Say A Word".
Cook bent down to kiss Archie, sucking on his lower lip gently as he pushed his finger slowly in and out of him.
“Come on, I want to hear you say it.”
Archie pushed back against Cook’s hand, praying he’d get the message and let it go. But when Cook just kept moving at the same pace, obviously ignoring his unspoken request, he let out a frustrated breath, screwing his eyes shut and mumbling, “M-more, please.”
Cook chuckled and added another finger, twisting them as he pushed in even slower than before, making Archie whimper with the added stretch.
“Is this what you want? My fingers deep inside you, all slick and hot, stretching you wide open. I’m only using two and God, you’re so tight Arch, I don’t think I could even fit anymore. But I think you want another, don’t you?”
Archie felt his face go bright red at Cook’s words, his throat tightening and preventing him from replying. Cook continued at the same slow pace, not even speeding up when Archie started rocking against the motion, breaths becoming erratic. Archie felt himself getting lost in his need and choked out desperately, “No, want you.”
“You already have me babe. Anything else you want?” Cook said, crooking his fingers at just the right angle so that Archie forgot how to speak entirely. Archie just shook his head frantically, grabbing for Cook and trying to pull him closer.
Cook buried his face in the crook of Archie’s neck, nipping lightly and smirking into the skin. “I’m not going to give it to you until you say it.” He bent down further and swiped his tongue along one of Archie’s nipples, repeating the motion and sucking lightly until Archie was squirming, back arching off of the bed into it.
Archie felt himself growing more out of control and frustrated, willing Cook with every fiber of his being to give him what he needed. The sensations of Cook’s fingers and his teasing mouth finally became too much and he gave up, huffing out, “My gosh, your cock Cook, I want your cock,” and slinging his arm over his eyes when he realized what had come out of his mouth.
Cook stilled and then laughed out right, pulling his fingers out and reaching up to pull Archie’s arm away. He cupped a hand against Archie’s cheek and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, whispering against his lips, “Okay. I got what I wanted, now it’s your turn.”