Characters| Boone F!Courier Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough_sex hair_pulling Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets. Notes| Thanks for liking it, guys 8D~ Oh, and more tags T.T
Watching him only got her more hot and bothered- every once in a while he’d smirk. That obvious one that all men did when he had his woman at his complete and total mercy. Lord only knew, at this point, she’d do whatever he wanted, be it to dance for him or eat Brahmin shit. She wanted to beg, but his statement from before “I didn’t say you could talk.” was still ringing in her head.
A long, drawn out sigh of relief left her when one of his hands wrapped around her front, disappearing between her legs- jumping at first, having not expected the contact (since he seemed damn set on teasing the ever loving mercy out of her), before relaxing. Parting her legs to give him better access, Temmy was practically purring as one finger ran across her slit with a feather light touch. Shivering, she was held in place by a still fully clothed Boone who was still grinding up against her. The hand in her hair jerked her head back while he bit at her throat. Another shiver ran through her, when the tension on her scalp was released- he’d let go of her hair in favor of her breast, wasting no time rolling the already hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As the sniper slipped two fingers inside her, Temmy cried out, muscles clenching around him. Obviously his fingers weren’t near as good as the real thing, but beggars could not be choosers. Eyes closed as he roughly handled her, she mindlessly moaned, unaware of the expression on Boone’s face- had she been, then by no means would she have made the erroneous assumption that he was going to bring her to climax with just his hands. Moving her hips with him, she ground up between him and the wall, increasing that glorious friction between her legs.
Panting and moaning, she was helpless against him, the moans turning into a whine, her movements getting more frantic as she got closer. Almost… almost… almo-
Crying out loudly, it wasn’t because he’d given her that little nudge to push her over the edge- it was because he’d stopped.
Completely.
Cold. Fucking. Turkey.
And that just wasn’t acceptable.
“P-p-p-please…” She begged him shamelessly, pressing her ass against him. Her only answer was a harsh nip on her collar bone, reminding her to not talk. Whining some other nonsense that was intelligible, she tried to make use of the fact that his arm was still between her legs- his hand had shifted to grab one of her thighs, the other arm crossing over her chest- and tried to rub against it, but he got a vice-like grip on her, making it impossible for her to move. He lifted her, making the woman cry out in shock, walking to the bed before he quiet literally tossed her onto the thing- bouncing, she landed on her back, legs splaying unceremoniously as she took a second to find her bearings- scrambling to a sitting position, watching him with wide eyes. Opened her mouth to say something. Stopped and closed it again.
He stalked around to the side of the bed she was on, looking every bit a predator. Again she opened and closed her mouth. One hand latched onto her hair again. September scooted closer to him to lessen the tension on her hair. For a long while he just stood there, and Temmy started to wonder if he was even going to do anything.
Finally, he stroked the side of her face soothingly with his thumb. Unable to resist the urge, the courier leaned into his touch, enjoying the affection.
“You’re not going to do that again, are you?” He again said it like it wasn’t a question. Temmy tried to shake her head, but the movement was restricted by the hand currently fisting her hair. Hadn’t spoken because he told her not to and she wanted to play along. Hence her surprise when his hand firmly smacked her bottom- she’d of jumped up, but his hand kept her in place.
Romanticide (3/?)
Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough_sex hair_pulling
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| Thanks for liking it, guys 8D~ Oh, and more tags T.T
Watching him only got her more hot and bothered- every once in a while he’d smirk. That obvious one that all men did when he had his woman at his complete and total mercy. Lord only knew, at this point, she’d do whatever he wanted, be it to dance for him or eat Brahmin shit. She wanted to beg, but his statement from before “I didn’t say you could talk.” was still ringing in her head.
A long, drawn out sigh of relief left her when one of his hands wrapped around her front, disappearing between her legs- jumping at first, having not expected the contact (since he seemed damn set on teasing the ever loving mercy out of her), before relaxing. Parting her legs to give him better access, Temmy was practically purring as one finger ran across her slit with a feather light touch. Shivering, she was held in place by a still fully clothed Boone who was still grinding up against her. The hand in her hair jerked her head back while he bit at her throat. Another shiver ran through her, when the tension on her scalp was released- he’d let go of her hair in favor of her breast, wasting no time rolling the already hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As the sniper slipped two fingers inside her, Temmy cried out, muscles clenching around him. Obviously his fingers weren’t near as good as the real thing, but beggars could not be choosers. Eyes closed as he roughly handled her, she mindlessly moaned, unaware of the expression on Boone’s face- had she been, then by no means would she have made the erroneous assumption that he was going to bring her to climax with just his hands. Moving her hips with him, she ground up between him and the wall, increasing that glorious friction between her legs.
Panting and moaning, she was helpless against him, the moans turning into a whine, her movements getting more frantic as she got closer. Almost… almost… almo-
Crying out loudly, it wasn’t because he’d given her that little nudge to push her over the edge- it was because he’d stopped.
Completely.
Cold. Fucking. Turkey.
And that just wasn’t acceptable.
“P-p-p-please…” She begged him shamelessly, pressing her ass against him. Her only answer was a harsh nip on her collar bone, reminding her to not talk. Whining some other nonsense that was intelligible, she tried to make use of the fact that his arm was still between her legs- his hand had shifted to grab one of her thighs, the other arm crossing over her chest- and tried to rub against it, but he got a vice-like grip on her, making it impossible for her to move. He lifted her, making the woman cry out in shock, walking to the bed before he quiet literally tossed her onto the thing- bouncing, she landed on her back, legs splaying unceremoniously as she took a second to find her bearings- scrambling to a sitting position, watching him with wide eyes. Opened her mouth to say something. Stopped and closed it again.
He stalked around to the side of the bed she was on, looking every bit a predator. Again she opened and closed her mouth. One hand latched onto her hair again. September scooted closer to him to lessen the tension on her hair. For a long while he just stood there, and Temmy started to wonder if he was even going to do anything.
Finally, he stroked the side of her face soothingly with his thumb. Unable to resist the urge, the courier leaned into his touch, enjoying the affection.
“You’re not going to do that again, are you?” He again said it like it wasn’t a question. Temmy tried to shake her head, but the movement was restricted by the hand currently fisting her hair. Hadn’t spoken because he told her not to and she wanted to play along. Hence her surprise when his hand firmly smacked her bottom- she’d of jumped up, but his hand kept her in place.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“N-no…”