Drabble Series: Reversed Erotica (Charlie/Amita, NC-17)
Title: Reversed Erotica (5 drabbles)
Characters/pairings: Charlie/Amita
Word Count: 2x100, 1x200, 2x300.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Rimming, pegging.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: They spiced things up a bit.
Beta: Thanks to the fantastic twins_m0m and the great lillyg
Written for: numb3rs100, Prompts #11 - Possibility/Probability, #44 - Taste, #8 - Deviation, #123 - Professor and #5 - Fantasy.
A/N: Follows Raise the bet, which was published a few days ago. Because I couldn't help it.
Reversed Erotica
#11 Possibility/Probability (100 words)
The first time, she hesitated.
Probability. Combinatorics. They’d never done this. Would it work? What would people think?
She didn’t care.
When he took out the strap-on and waved it at her with a mischievous grin on his face, her brain discarded the math.
She wanted to know what it was like to be him, to understand his side. Experimentation was one of the things they shared, so this felt somehow natural.
He came closer - focused, intense, ready.
But first a question. “Does this have a name?”
“Yes. Reversed erotica.”
She smiled shyly. She had to give it a try.
#44 - Taste (100 words)
The second time, he was patient.
Cuffed to the bed, he was gladly restrained from his will. He was all expectation and greed.
“Lift your legs,” her voice purred.
He knew about her doubts. He was expecting her to examine him closely, to evaluate which was the best way to enter a man for the first time.
He wasn’t going to push.
But he wasn’t expecting her to flick her tongue over his tight entrance.
He wasn’t expecting her to lick him right there, where he longed for her touch.
He wasn’t expecting to want her inside him this much.
#8 - Deviation (300 words)
The third time, he cheated.
She lay on the sheets and parted her legs. The strap-on looked strange right in front of his body. “Kiss me.”
He skipped the “Yes, Mistress.” He didn’t come closer to her cherry lips.
Shiny spit slid over her fake cock and his hand carefully wrapped around the soft material. He played with it like he did with his chalk - trapping it between his index and middle finger, pressing the tip with elegance and determination.
That wasn’t what she wanted right now. It was what she needed to see the light.
She’d never felt this kind of lust from such a simple gesture, but from now on, she wouldn’t be able to see that chalk-pen the same way again.
He placed a kiss on the tip. Then he licked a long path down and up again. And finally, the dildo disappeared beyond those hungry lips of his and into the warm cavity she could not feel.
But she had an excellent imagination. She couldn’t experience the sensation of being inside a man, yet she could guess how that tongue would feel around her. How every touch would send shivers down her spine.
Skillful and full of surprises, he was. His head bobbed up and down as his movements provided pleasure to the right spots under the strap-on - making her arch on the bed, making her reach for his curls so she could get a sense of power over them.
He let the dildo go and proceeded to caress his face with it. She’d never seen anything like it - lips parted, saliva over them; skin shining, curls bouncing and framing her little, dirty boy’s smirk.
Aware that her body was flushing, she held her breath. Hands down, this was sexiest thing he’d ever done to her.
#123 - Professor (300 words)
The fourth time, she had the right to learn.
“I want to… take you…” Those were the words that escaped her burning lips.
“What you want, Mistress,” he whispered into her ear, “is to fuck your slave. Making him scream your name and come hard over you. And you know he’s eager to please.” Her chest was going up and down beneath him; her eyes were sending him a silent message of approval.
His palms ran down her body until they found her nipples; softly, he flicked his tongue on them, preparing her for the ride. By the time he got to the dildo, she was flushing again.
He positioned himself over her and opened the lube. With two fingers, he opened himself up for her; then he slowly guided her into him, trying to get her in the perfect mood.
With dark eyes, she observed how deep he could take her.
“One… Two…” he said, starting to move. “Three…”
But she was choosing her own speed - a frantic, messy rhythm. She was thrusting her hips up, filling him. He pressed himself down, trying not to break, but her little hands reached out and touched him for the first time tonight.
He rolled his eyes as their hands worked together on his stiff length - his pumping his shaft, hers rolling his balls.
“Ride me, Charlie… Ride me…” she cried out.
It was like watching himself in a mirror. He wanted to show her somehow what it was like for men, what it felt like to be inside someone, what kind of trust it took - even if it was more of an emotional than a physical connection.
Little drops of sweat slid down her gorgeous skin. “Charlie…”
He covered her mouth with his before she took him over the edge.
#5 Fantasy (200 words)
When all games were over, they talked.
Sweaty, entwined fingers. His come on her stomach. She, still deep buried inside her lover.
His voice sounded soft and tired when he whispered, “Mmm… That was… You were…”
“We both were.” Staring at the ceiling, she could feel him nuzzling her neck, his curls brushing her shoulder. “I didn’t know you wanted me to wear a trap-on.”
“I’d never seen you in a harness before. Can’t blame me for fantasizing after that,” he excused himself. “Anyway, I didn’t know you were going to… you know… my ass.”
“I guess we both had some secrets.”
“And some nice ideas, too,” he chuckled, making her giggle and wrap her arms tighter around his body.
His scent was so close, his skin so warm. Who could have known that kinks could become an exciting hobby for them to practice in bed? Who could have believed they could bring them closer?
She could. “People think we’re so chaste. Now that we’ve changed things a bit, do you think they’ll notice?”
With eyes barely open, he looked up and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her chin. “Honestly, I hope not… We don’t want to spoil their fantasy.”
The End.
Characters/pairings: Charlie/Amita
Word Count: 2x100, 1x200, 2x300.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Rimming, pegging.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: They spiced things up a bit.
Beta: Thanks to the fantastic twins_m0m and the great lillyg
Written for: numb3rs100, Prompts #11 - Possibility/Probability, #44 - Taste, #8 - Deviation, #123 - Professor and #5 - Fantasy.
A/N: Follows Raise the bet, which was published a few days ago. Because I couldn't help it.
Reversed Erotica
#11 Possibility/Probability (100 words)
The first time, she hesitated.
Probability. Combinatorics. They’d never done this. Would it work? What would people think?
She didn’t care.
When he took out the strap-on and waved it at her with a mischievous grin on his face, her brain discarded the math.
She wanted to know what it was like to be him, to understand his side. Experimentation was one of the things they shared, so this felt somehow natural.
He came closer - focused, intense, ready.
But first a question. “Does this have a name?”
“Yes. Reversed erotica.”
She smiled shyly. She had to give it a try.
#44 - Taste (100 words)
The second time, he was patient.
Cuffed to the bed, he was gladly restrained from his will. He was all expectation and greed.
“Lift your legs,” her voice purred.
He knew about her doubts. He was expecting her to examine him closely, to evaluate which was the best way to enter a man for the first time.
He wasn’t going to push.
But he wasn’t expecting her to flick her tongue over his tight entrance.
He wasn’t expecting her to lick him right there, where he longed for her touch.
He wasn’t expecting to want her inside him this much.
#8 - Deviation (300 words)
The third time, he cheated.
She lay on the sheets and parted her legs. The strap-on looked strange right in front of his body. “Kiss me.”
He skipped the “Yes, Mistress.” He didn’t come closer to her cherry lips.
Shiny spit slid over her fake cock and his hand carefully wrapped around the soft material. He played with it like he did with his chalk - trapping it between his index and middle finger, pressing the tip with elegance and determination.
That wasn’t what she wanted right now. It was what she needed to see the light.
She’d never felt this kind of lust from such a simple gesture, but from now on, she wouldn’t be able to see that chalk-pen the same way again.
He placed a kiss on the tip. Then he licked a long path down and up again. And finally, the dildo disappeared beyond those hungry lips of his and into the warm cavity she could not feel.
But she had an excellent imagination. She couldn’t experience the sensation of being inside a man, yet she could guess how that tongue would feel around her. How every touch would send shivers down her spine.
Skillful and full of surprises, he was. His head bobbed up and down as his movements provided pleasure to the right spots under the strap-on - making her arch on the bed, making her reach for his curls so she could get a sense of power over them.
He let the dildo go and proceeded to caress his face with it. She’d never seen anything like it - lips parted, saliva over them; skin shining, curls bouncing and framing her little, dirty boy’s smirk.
Aware that her body was flushing, she held her breath. Hands down, this was sexiest thing he’d ever done to her.
#123 - Professor (300 words)
The fourth time, she had the right to learn.
“I want to… take you…” Those were the words that escaped her burning lips.
“What you want, Mistress,” he whispered into her ear, “is to fuck your slave. Making him scream your name and come hard over you. And you know he’s eager to please.” Her chest was going up and down beneath him; her eyes were sending him a silent message of approval.
His palms ran down her body until they found her nipples; softly, he flicked his tongue on them, preparing her for the ride. By the time he got to the dildo, she was flushing again.
He positioned himself over her and opened the lube. With two fingers, he opened himself up for her; then he slowly guided her into him, trying to get her in the perfect mood.
With dark eyes, she observed how deep he could take her.
“One… Two…” he said, starting to move. “Three…”
But she was choosing her own speed - a frantic, messy rhythm. She was thrusting her hips up, filling him. He pressed himself down, trying not to break, but her little hands reached out and touched him for the first time tonight.
He rolled his eyes as their hands worked together on his stiff length - his pumping his shaft, hers rolling his balls.
“Ride me, Charlie… Ride me…” she cried out.
It was like watching himself in a mirror. He wanted to show her somehow what it was like for men, what it felt like to be inside someone, what kind of trust it took - even if it was more of an emotional than a physical connection.
Little drops of sweat slid down her gorgeous skin. “Charlie…”
He covered her mouth with his before she took him over the edge.
#5 Fantasy (200 words)
When all games were over, they talked.
Sweaty, entwined fingers. His come on her stomach. She, still deep buried inside her lover.
His voice sounded soft and tired when he whispered, “Mmm… That was… You were…”
“We both were.” Staring at the ceiling, she could feel him nuzzling her neck, his curls brushing her shoulder. “I didn’t know you wanted me to wear a trap-on.”
“I’d never seen you in a harness before. Can’t blame me for fantasizing after that,” he excused himself. “Anyway, I didn’t know you were going to… you know… my ass.”
“I guess we both had some secrets.”
“And some nice ideas, too,” he chuckled, making her giggle and wrap her arms tighter around his body.
His scent was so close, his skin so warm. Who could have known that kinks could become an exciting hobby for them to practice in bed? Who could have believed they could bring them closer?
She could. “People think we’re so chaste. Now that we’ve changed things a bit, do you think they’ll notice?”
With eyes barely open, he looked up and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her chin. “Honestly, I hope not… We don’t want to spoil their fantasy.”
The End.