and pressed his forehead firmly against Yami’s, relishing in the feel of Yami’s bangs brushing across his cheeks.
“One kiss… for one signature.” Kaiba said, grinning gleefully, breathing in Yami’s unique scent as he rested his nose along the curve of Yami’s forehead.
Yami stiffened and tried backing up again, but realized he was pushed against the railing as far back as he could go.
“No.” Yami insisted frantically, as Kaiba’s hot breath moved down along his cheek, “I can’t kiss you.”
“You can’t?” Kaiba repeated, shaking his head slightly, almost nuzzling his nose across Yami’s forehead, “Or you don’t want to? There’s a difference.”
Kaiba wanted to unfold his arms and cup Yami’s face in his hands, and press their lips together. He wanted Yami’s warmth and softness against him, but he held himself back. He needed Yami to feel the same way.
Kaiba felt Yami’s eyelashes flutter right below his lips and he held his breath, waiting.
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My head was hazy the moment my eyes cracked open. A whitewash wall filled my gaze and I took a few moments to study the formation of the bricks and the tracks in between them. I felt a set of arms wrapped securely around my waist, a callused hand resting on my hip, fingers tucked under my T-Shirt. His face was buried into the crook of my neck, warm breath fanning over my shoulder. The smell of cologne still lingered in a cloud around me drawing my thoughts back to the events of last night. I groaned quietly rolling over to face him instead of the wall. I watched his eyes open as slowly as mine did not moments before.
“Hi” he croaked, his voice deep with the early morning.
“Hi” I said equally as tired.
His thumb rubbed my hipbone, other fingers leaving prints on my skin as he leaned in pressing a small peck to my dry lips. I smiled contently reopening my eyes to gaze into his. Another kiss was planted on the corner of my mouth as he shifted his weight upwards. My body was rolled back; shoulders flush to his bumpy mattress. He feverishly kissed my lips with his morning scruff brushing my cheek while his hands wandered my body eagerly. His movements were graceful yet hasty as he trailed light kisses down my neck. He diverted his attention to my collarbone, his lips peppering it with small wet kisses as my fingers tangled through the dark roots of his hair. He emitted a throaty grunt from each tug of mine on his locks. His hand traveled up the sides of my body before lightly grasping my breast. The oxygen was snatched from my lungs at the sudden moment,
“Niall” I gasped.
His lips parted from my skin enough to meet my eyes, a devilish smirk on his pink lips.
“What is it sweetheart?” he said in a teasingly innocent tone.
“I thought we said none of this”
“We said no sex, but that doesn’t limit us from other stuff”
With that, he pressed a single last kiss to my anxious lips before ducking himself under the duvet.
I squirmed feeling his hand dip into the sweatpants that he had lent me. I covered my face with my hands at the pure amazement of the sensation of feeling his rough fingers drag the material down my legs. My body tensed feeling his thumb beginning to apply pressure to my undergarments. A whine bubbled from my lips with the addition. He moved his fingers in slow torturous circles already sending me into sensory overdrive with his skilled movements. He continued painfully slow leaving me aching for more of his touch.
“Niall” I said breathlessly. “Please”
“Give me time sweetheart” He mumbled.
He rubbed harder on the sensitive area moving his thumb faster in tighter circles. I choked out a pleased moan through my pursed lips. His hair tickled my thighs as he leaned in blowing fan of hot breath over me. My shoulders jerked slightly feeling his warm lips kiss me through the cotton. His movements came to a sudden stop, pulling his hand from my panties.
“Up” he commanded quietly.
My mind was whirling from his previous torment and I could barely lift my hips from the bed. He hooked his fingers in the sides of my undies and without hesitation; slid them down my legs. His hands held my naked hips firmly, his close proximity making my heartbeat hasten. My mouth fell open feeling his lips pucker and kiss the naked skin. He covered me with his lips, kissing and sucking in what seemed to be just the right places. I felt him part my skin with his fingers and squirmed against him feeling his tongue flick against me. I muffled a whine of pleasure screwing my eyes shut at the sensation. I reached for his hair, tugging at it with one hand while the other grasped the dark bed sheets. He continued his pleasuring, his face pushing closer to me while his tongue went deeper, twisting and turning making me pant to try and regain my breath. His name puffed from my lips repeatedly in my breathless state.
A deep heat began gathering at the tips of my body feeling his thumb resume it previous work while his tongue continued its pleasurable motions against me. I felt his callused finger enter into me being swirled it around a bit and I readjusted to the touch, the building sensation in my rising body. My back was arching off of the sheets; my head whirling with thoughts feeling his lips kiss their way back up my body.
“You’re so close” he murmured, his finger continuing to pump in and out of me at a steady pace.
“Kiss me,” I whimpered and his lips were on mine in an instant before dropping to my neck, nibbling and biting at the clammy skin.
“Come for me sweetheart” his voice was low in my ear, his finger increasing in speed.
In a single moment, the high washed over me, my body tipping at the sound of his voice. My face contorted in the pleasure I was receiving and all at once the release pounded through my veins. I was left spiraling down from my vulnerable state of euphoria and pure ecstasy. My back rested on the mattress as Niall withdrew his finger from me. He came back up pressing a kiss to my lips but I was too drained to reciprocate the action. My eyes slowly reopened as I regained my composure. Niall wore a satisfied smile as he watched me gather my bearings. As soon as I gained my breath I flipped to my stomach, tracing my hand down his flat stomach.
“Later sweetheart” he sighed low in my ear.
I drew away my advances slowly sitting up after a few moments of comfortable silence,
“Do you mind if I shower before I get going?”
“Not at all, I’ll grab you a towel.”
Niall rose from the bed, striding across the room while I patiently waited under the covers. He swept back over to the bed, handing me a towel before picking my sweatpants off the floor.
“Thank you” I chimed taking them from his fingertips.
I hastily sat up, pulling the sweats up my legs in the process. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I watched Niall bend under his desk before extracting his shower caddy.
“Sorry you’ll have to smell like a man for a while” he teased.
I laughed lightly, taking it from his outstretched hand hopping off the bed.
“Third door on the left”
I nodded at his instructions and padded out the door and down the hall. I pushed the door open, peering in cautiously, my eyes searching any sign of another person. Deciding to enter, I turned and chose the first shower on the right. I stripped myself of my clothing while waiting for the water to warm up. I dropped everything in a pile before stepping behind the curtain and into the warm stream. I stood under the water trying to nurse away my throbbing headache from last night’s activities. I lathered the shampoo into my dark hair before turning and rinsing it clean down the drain.
A pair of cold hands grasped my hips making me jump with surprise. I whipped around only to be pulled closer into Niall’s pale chest.
“You scared the fuck out of me” I breathed and he chuckled loudly tightening his grip to my wet skin.
I playfully rolled my eyes, interrupted by him leaning down to cover my lips with his.
“Now move over” he teased bumping me out of the water.
I laughed leaning against the wall crossing my arms over my small chest. The water ran over his porcelain skin, dripping down his light silhouette. It trickled down each contour of his body, trailing his back working around the definition of his muscles. He dragged his fingers through his now wet hair while I reached back down to his caddy taking out his bottle of shampoo. I squeezed it into my palm inching closer to him.
“Bend”
He gave me a smart look ducking his head down staring at our feet. I massaged my fingers into his hair pulling and weaving making the bubbles froth in his blonde mop. He laughed with me at the foamy mess, our symphony of sounds bouncing off of the walls of the steaming tiles. It was all bubbles and clever smiles, hands skirting to cover each other’s body with affectionate touches. Playful kisses were exchanged and close embraces shared, all confined between the tight, enclosed walls of the shower.
“You have a cute butt”
I rolled my eyes as I tucked the towel under my arm securing it around my chest.
“You were right” He looked to me with a curious gaze, “I smell like a guy”
He laughed bumping my hip with his,
“A cute guy” He added and I again rolled my eyes. “C’mon we can grab breakfast”
His eyes were insistent on staying on my while I forked another piece of waffle from my plate.
“What?” I asked for what seemed like hundredth time.
He shrugged smiling picking at another piece of bacon.
“Not hungry?” I asked gesturing to his still full plate.
“Already ate this morning”
I almost choked up the waffle that I put in my mouth not moments before. I grimaced putting my fork back onto my plate, my appetite leaving faster than the Road Runner.
“That was gross” I whined and he wiggled his eyebrows at me taking another piece of bacon from my plate.
I leaned my back against my car with Niall stepping in between my legs. I smiled up at him while he rested his hands lightly on my waist. My headache was now fading with the added adrenaline from his touch and the bit of Advil I had taken after our shower.
“You were a very fun guest”
I giggled at his joke tying my fingers together behind his neck, raking them through the hair at the base of his neck.
“I never got to take care of you sir” I said in a low voice, a smirk playing on my lips.
He raised his eyebrows grinning,
“Maybe you’ll just have to come back and finish the job”
I hummed in agreement before leaning up and kissing his lips once more, savoring the soft feeling.
“We’ll see,” I teased airily and he reluctantly released me from his grip shaking his head chuckling.
I scooted in my car opening the window when he tapped on it. He leaned his elbows on the sill leaning in. He picked up my chin with a single lift of his finger pressing a lasting kiss to my lips. He smiled backing away from the car with a small wave that I reciprocated as I put the car into gear. I flickered my eyes to the rearview as I maneuvered through the lot appreciating the simplicity of a college boy standing next to my parking spot, hands in pockets, smile on his perfect lips watching me leave.
Lizzie was having a bad day and I love her so I wrote this. She requested it a long time ago and I never delivered. Until now!
Warning do not progress unless you are prepared to read dirty smutty angry!wall!sex. Yeah. I'm 100% serious.
My back hit the wall hard. His mouth mashed against mine. He captured my bottom lip with his and sucked on it until it hurt. I bit down. Hard. He growled, a truly animalistic sound, ripping his mouth from mine. For a moment we just stared at each other, panting. A second ago we'd been screaming in each other's faces. Then suddenly we were kissing. Anger and lust swirled and twisted inside me. I'd never felt anything like this before. I wanted to slap him. I wanted him to pick me up and take me to bed. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged. He gripped my hips and slid me up the wall, my legs instinctively wrapping around him. We were kissing again. There was nothing sweet about it, nothing sensual. It was all heat and spit and teeth. I could feel him hard through his jeans. I dug my nails into the skin on the back of his neck. God I was so angry at him. I didn't remember a time I'd ever been this furious. And yet I let my hips rock against him, pressing myself right up against the lump in his jeans. I wanted him, right there, right that second. But I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. He moved his mouth from my lips straight to my neck, going right for the soft, tender spot he loved to suck on and I was lost. I made a sound somewhere in between a grunt and mewl, livid and aroused all at once. One of his hands left my hip and reached up to the front of my blouse, tugging it down hard. Buttons went flying. The cool air on my breasts made me shiver. A bad day not to wear a bra. Adrian groaned when his hand grazed my bare breast, pressing his erection up against me harder. The scratch of the denim against the damp material of my underwear was torturous. I bit my lip, refusing to make another sound. His hand slid down my stomach, back to my hip, curling around my thigh. He reached under my skirt and clawed his fingers around the elastic bands of my underwear and pulled, hard, until they ripped off, snapping my skin in the process.
"Those were my nice pair!" I exclaimed. He responded by shoving his hand roughly between my legs, fingers stroking my tender, wet, swollen skin. And then I really didn't give a damn about losing a 25 dollar pair of underwear. My head strained back against the wall, in all this time his lips hadn't left my neck, his biting kisses were sure to have left their mark by now.
"You're so hot like this," he hissed against my skin, his fingers pressed against me harder. "Pissed off. Yelling at me. Makes me wanna..." He teased the tip of his finger inside me.
"Shut up," was my immediate, clenched-teeth response. My back arched, my hips thrusting into his touch, my body betraying my words. I growled in frustration.
He just chuckled, removing his hand so he could deftly undo his jeans and pull them, along with his boxers, down. I knew what was coming, and I was so angry at him and I wanted him so badly. He didn't bother taking my skirt off, his hands just grabbed my waist, tilting my hips up so he could slide inside me fast and hard. I couldn't help it. I moaned.It was high pitched and helpless, he knew he had me. My back slammed against the wall every time he thrust into me. I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back in ecstasy. Adrian and I had made love all sorts of ways in all sorts of places. This was different. This wasn't about soul-joining or expressing passion. This was about simple, carnal pleasure. This was about getting off. This, I realized in my erotic euphoria, was fucking. And it set me on fire.
Now that I knew the rules of the game, it was time to shift the power. I knew exactly what to say to throw him over the edge. "Harder," I begged in my best mewling kitten voice. He slowed his thrusts. "What?"
I tilted my head down, pressing my lips right up against his ear. This time my voice was cold and demanding. "I said, fuck me harder."
In the history of our relationship, he'd never heard me say that word, certainly not in such a vulgar context, and it did exactly what I wanted it to. It rendered him speechless, it turned him on in a helpless, pitiful way, it made me a winner. I giggled, placing a soft victory kiss on the skin below his ear. For a long moment he just stared at me. I sighed, arching my back. I felt him twitch inside me. I batted my eyes. "I'm waiting."
He knew I had him. Helpless, just like he'd said the first time we ever had sex. In that moment I held all the power, I could get him to do anything I wanted. It was intoxicating, for both of us. He leaned in to give me a long, hard kiss of concession. He kissed down my neck, my chest, kissed around my breasts, stopping to circle his tongue around my nipples, kissing and sucking. He slid in and out of me slowly, too slowly. Still teasing me, holding out until the last minute. I groaned impatiently. Then, his fingers tightened around my waist, and he really started to fuck me. It was the polar opposite of sweet, gentle love-making, this thing we were doing. But there was something so strangely intimate about it, the way we clung to each other, my face buried his neck, my legs wrapped so tightly around him, his shallow breaths, the sounds we made. I lost all inhibition. I ceased to have any sort of rational thought. I was just...pure sensation. Pain and pleasure. Need and want. I stayed suspended in that disconnected yet hyper-aware, other-worldly state until my walls tightened around him rapidly, launching me into space and then hurtling me back down to earth. I opened my eyes, watching him as he came shortly thereafter. I loved the vulnerable way his face contorted, his eyebrows shooting upward, his lips parting, his voice breaking as he gasped out my name.
When my legs touched the floor again, they wobbled violently. Adrian caught me before I fell. He slid us down to the floor gently, so we could wrap ourselves around each other and breathe.
"That was fun," I giggled, nudging my nose against his.
His hands moved up and down my back. "You really liked it like that?" I nodded. "I wasn't too rough with you?" I shook my head. He leaned in to kiss me softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"I don't like fighting with you," he murmured against my lips.
"I don't like it either," I cooed back, we were verging on baby talk now. We could be pretty disgusting when we wanted to be. It happens when you're in love. We continued to give each other soft, teasing kisses.
"Wait," I sat up abruptly. "What...were we fighting about again?"
Adrian laughed, sitting up with me and kissing me on the cheek. He heaved a heavy sigh. "I have no idea."
My favorite Nonnie wrote me semi-incestuous femslash porn
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Cassie smiled as she watched the near orgasmic response to her food. She was goddamn proud of herself. The chef training was hard work but she had made many close friends. Cassie shifted on the sofa and snuggled up to a pillow, jet lag was a pain. She woke up a couple hours later with Nonnie snuggled up to her stroking Cassie's hair.
Nonnie, seeing Cassie was awake, gently pulled at her hair, she was doing to it to get the other woman up, Nonnie wanted to go ice skating she'd bought Donald Duck earmuffs and couldn't wait to see Cassie twirling around. It snows in her home-town ergo Cassie has the ice skating skills of an Olympic gold medallist gymnast penguin. But Cassie moaned, Nonnie tugged a little harder and this time was rewarded with a gasp.
Leaning in Nonnie whispered into Cassie's ear “do you like that?” she was answered with a nod which resulted in more hair pulling. Smirking Nonnie moved her lips down to Cassie's neck. She began licking, “licking you in real life is better than typing”. The teeth moving against her neck tantalised Cassie and she pulled up Nonnie into a bruising kiss. The two women lay there snuggled together kissing deeply while their hands roamed, stroking, removing clothing and pulling.
Eventually both were naked and Nonnie was rubbing at Cassie clit while a finger rubbed and explored Cassie's vagina she was sucking and biting her nipples when she suddenly stopped and pulled away horrified. “What would Mother say if she could see us now?”“Make room for me.” And with that thought spurring them on they had lots of awesome, awesome sex.
