Fanfic: Winner Takes All
Title: Winner Takes All
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Adora
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Bondage, teasing, and a little anal play.
Summary: Wyatt and Adora have a bet, play cards, and Adora loses. From Adora's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. And if I did, Adora would still be alive. *nods*
Words: 716
He’s tied my wrists using my scarves to the filigree-patterned metal of our headboard. I ache and my body longs for the climax he keeps building me up to then torturously prevents my orgasm. A part of me curses myself for loosing the card game, but another part loves the attention his tongue, fingers, and lips are giving me - even if he is driving close to edge only to turn away at the last minute.
His tongue is flicking me again as a finger enters me. My coherent thought processes left long ago. I’m reduced to grunts, groans, and moans as my hips thrust to meet his tongue and finger.
Wyatt chuckles at my predicament and that sends vibrations through my clit to my brain and makes my toes curl. I hate him.
His finger pulls out, traces my inner lips, down towards my anus where his finger lingers making circular motions. His tongue enters me at the same time his finger pushes past the tight ring and I buck at the sensation of the double penetration.
“Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt, oh gods, Wyatt,” I repeat his name like a mantra, urging him to not stop. His free hand snakes around my thigh and he starts pinching my clit. Damn him.
I’m thrusting in an attempt to get his tongue in deeper. My stomach is buzzing with excitement like I’ve never felt before. I’m so close now and I’m sure he knows it. His name is a whisper on my lips now as I breathe heavy and my body races towards climax.
He better not stop now, I’ll kill him.
Wyatt keeps a steady rhythm with his tongue and fingers. I’m frantic, I need release, but Wyatt seems content to take his time. I thrust faster, hoping he gets the hint. He does, but not in the way I hoped.
“Mmm.” The hum is joyous, a little too joyous. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he says in that wicked, delicious tone, which tells me, I’m in for more of his teasing.
His finger pulls out of my anus and two push between my lips, stretching, preparing me. His mouth is on my clit, sucking it into his moist warmth. His other hand covers a breast and fingers pinch my nipple.
“Oh gods, please Wyatt, Wyatt…” My back arches while my hips shudder. My eyelids close tight, my mouth is wide open, and sweat is making my skin glisten in the moonslight.
He switches again and his tongue is flicking my clit. “Oh gods!” I shout and I’m bucking like a wild bronco. His tongue works faster. I thank the gods he plays a harmonica because that wonderful, talented mouth of his…
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh please, don’t stop…” I pant as I feel my stomach muscles tighten. “Oh gods, oh gods…Wyatt…” My orgasm hits and I’m shaking.
Wyatt moves fast and enters me during my orgasm. He grunts as my body tightens around him. “Ah…Adora…” he says, his hips thrusting rhythmically. He has girth to him and he stretches me, making me feel him even more. What a glorious feeling that is and I want my hands free so I can grab that ass of his and push him deeper in me.
Once my orgasm is over, he pulls out, flips me over, and enters me again. His hands grip my hips pulling me closer. My hands grip the metal bars and I push back to meet his thrusts.
He’s grunting now with each thrust and I know he’s close. The thrusts are faster, harder. Then he stills for a moment as he reaches his own release. He starts thrusting again, but softer and slower, working through his orgasm. His breathing is in quick pants and even his grip on my hips loosens.
“Oh my gods,” he says as he pulls out. He releases my hands and we both collapse on the bed. It takes a few moments for us to have the strength to cuddle.
It’s not long before we fall asleep, still in each other’s arms.
In the morning, while he’s taking his shower and I’m fixing breakfast, I do decide it’s time to have Garrett teach me how to play poker. The things I can do to Wyatt to get my revenge.
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Adora
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Bondage, teasing, and a little anal play.
Summary: Wyatt and Adora have a bet, play cards, and Adora loses. From Adora's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. And if I did, Adora would still be alive. *nods*
Words: 716
He’s tied my wrists using my scarves to the filigree-patterned metal of our headboard. I ache and my body longs for the climax he keeps building me up to then torturously prevents my orgasm. A part of me curses myself for loosing the card game, but another part loves the attention his tongue, fingers, and lips are giving me - even if he is driving close to edge only to turn away at the last minute.
His tongue is flicking me again as a finger enters me. My coherent thought processes left long ago. I’m reduced to grunts, groans, and moans as my hips thrust to meet his tongue and finger.
Wyatt chuckles at my predicament and that sends vibrations through my clit to my brain and makes my toes curl. I hate him.
His finger pulls out, traces my inner lips, down towards my anus where his finger lingers making circular motions. His tongue enters me at the same time his finger pushes past the tight ring and I buck at the sensation of the double penetration.
“Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt, oh gods, Wyatt,” I repeat his name like a mantra, urging him to not stop. His free hand snakes around my thigh and he starts pinching my clit. Damn him.
I’m thrusting in an attempt to get his tongue in deeper. My stomach is buzzing with excitement like I’ve never felt before. I’m so close now and I’m sure he knows it. His name is a whisper on my lips now as I breathe heavy and my body races towards climax.
He better not stop now, I’ll kill him.
Wyatt keeps a steady rhythm with his tongue and fingers. I’m frantic, I need release, but Wyatt seems content to take his time. I thrust faster, hoping he gets the hint. He does, but not in the way I hoped.
“Mmm.” The hum is joyous, a little too joyous. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he says in that wicked, delicious tone, which tells me, I’m in for more of his teasing.
His finger pulls out of my anus and two push between my lips, stretching, preparing me. His mouth is on my clit, sucking it into his moist warmth. His other hand covers a breast and fingers pinch my nipple.
“Oh gods, please Wyatt, Wyatt…” My back arches while my hips shudder. My eyelids close tight, my mouth is wide open, and sweat is making my skin glisten in the moonslight.
He switches again and his tongue is flicking my clit. “Oh gods!” I shout and I’m bucking like a wild bronco. His tongue works faster. I thank the gods he plays a harmonica because that wonderful, talented mouth of his…
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh please, don’t stop…” I pant as I feel my stomach muscles tighten. “Oh gods, oh gods…Wyatt…” My orgasm hits and I’m shaking.
Wyatt moves fast and enters me during my orgasm. He grunts as my body tightens around him. “Ah…Adora…” he says, his hips thrusting rhythmically. He has girth to him and he stretches me, making me feel him even more. What a glorious feeling that is and I want my hands free so I can grab that ass of his and push him deeper in me.
Once my orgasm is over, he pulls out, flips me over, and enters me again. His hands grip my hips pulling me closer. My hands grip the metal bars and I push back to meet his thrusts.
He’s grunting now with each thrust and I know he’s close. The thrusts are faster, harder. Then he stills for a moment as he reaches his own release. He starts thrusting again, but softer and slower, working through his orgasm. His breathing is in quick pants and even his grip on my hips loosens.
“Oh my gods,” he says as he pulls out. He releases my hands and we both collapse on the bed. It takes a few moments for us to have the strength to cuddle.
It’s not long before we fall asleep, still in each other’s arms.
In the morning, while he’s taking his shower and I’m fixing breakfast, I do decide it’s time to have Garrett teach me how to play poker. The things I can do to Wyatt to get my revenge.