Fic: Chocolaty Goodness. NC-17.
Title: Chocolaty Goodness
Author: JLB
Rating: NC-17 for unadulterated, straight up, 100% porn
Characters: Matt/Mohinder
Spoilers: None. If any of this had happened on the show I would’ve died of orgasm.
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from Heroes or Nutella. I just like to bask in their respective glories.
Notes: Nutella smut. That is, food smut. A food item that is not a finger food nor specifically designed as a body topping is going to be used as one. And if you don’t know what Nutella is, what the fuck are you waiting for? But to sum, it is a chocolate based spread with milk, cocoa, and hazelnuts. Nutella isn’t made of win, win is made of Nutella.
“What the hell are you doing?”
And I was caught red-handed. Or Nutella-handed. I looked at my finger in the Nutella jar and felt a hot blush creeping up my neck. I felt like he’d caught my dirty little secret.
Well, it actually was my dirty little secret so I guess the feeling was appropriate. Nutella was my favorite of all sandwich spreads, and really, it wasn’t ever used for sandwiches. The taste was something so addictive for me, I could forego actually applying it to other food items. Which is… less than a good idea.
I tried to be not-too-obvious about licking the Nutella off my finger. Mohinder looked at me like I was incomprehensible. And sure, it was a little bizarre. But Nutella is just too good. It doesn’t need accessories, like bread or crackers or bagels. To me, it’s irresistible. Hence me just sitting on the couch before bed with a newly opened jar of the chocolaty goodness.
“What is that?” He asked, his nose flaring a little in apprehension.
I rolled my eyes. It’s been in the cupboard before, he’s walked past it in the co-op, probably even seen me put it on my bagel or Molly put it on her pancakes, but, sure, he doesn’t know Nutella. He’s always missing out of the crucial food items of American culture.
“It’s Nutella,” I said, licking the last of it off my finger. It was messy this way, but totally worth it.
He sat down next to me and grabbed the jar out of my hand. Under his breath he read, “Spreadably delicious on whole wheat, multigrain and bakery breads, bagels, English muffins, waffles, toast, and croissants… This is chocolate?”
“Chocolate and hazelnut spread. Like peanut butter but infinitely better. It’s probably the best thing in the world.”
He tilted away from me and made his unimpressed face.
“Try it,” I urged.
He looked around a little uncomfortably. “You’re supposed to put it on bread.”
“For the record, you can put it on anything. Bread items, crackers, fruit, cake… fucking popcorn, I don’t know. The possibilities are endless. Whatever. Just try it.”
“With what?”
“You’ve got hands,” I said, showing him my faintly chocolate smudged finger.
“That’s disgusting,” he said, with a small, creeping grin.
“It’s delicious,” I said, dipping my finger in the jar again and scraping it off with my teeth. “You know, when I spent that semester in college, I smoked a lot of weed. And that’s when I found Nutella. There are pretty much no words to describe the way Nutella tastes when you’re high.”
“Orgasmic?” He offered.
“Better,” I said with a grin.
With a smirk, Mohinder followed suit. Poking through the gooey surface and then letting it all dissolve in his mouth. His eyes went from smirking to wide and happy to slightly heavy in a really short amount of time. After he let his hand fall from his mouth, he licked his lips and let out a small contented laugh.
“That’s good,” he said. And when he scooped up another fingerful, I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned into him and kissed him. Forced my tongue into his mouth, tasting his salivating, chocolate-flavored tongue. I was leaning into him further and further, making him lean almost backward over the arm of the sofa. He threw an arm around my waist and pulled toward me for balance. And I felt him shiver under me as my tongue ran circles around his gums, behind his teeth, tasting the last of the chocolate out of his mouth.
I pulled away with audible smack.
Wow.
“Was that for me or the chocolate?” Mohinder said wryly.
But the air parted. Angelic voices rang out in chorus. A light bulb went on in my brain. And I had the best idea ever.
Mohinder looked at me, then the Nutella. He was having the same best idea ever. We both looked down the hallway at the same time. It was well past Molly’s bedtime and there was no sound or light coming from behind the closed door. Mohinder snatched it off the coffee table and gave me one last devious look. Without another word we hurried off the couch and ran into the bedroom.
“This is a terrible idea,” Mohinder said, hastily pulling off his shirt.
I attacked him again once his face was cotton free. I scraped my teeth over his lower lip as he pulled away. Sans-chocolate Mohinder was almost good enough to eat. There was no way I was letting this opportunity get away from me. I have no qualms in saying I would do shameful things to secure chocolaty sex with Mohinder.
I slid my hand up Mohinder’s bare side and he shivered a little. That was the place to touch Mohinder to get what you wanted. His stomach, his sides, his hips and he immediately started thinking about sex.
“This is a great idea,” I said confidently.
Even though he had a slightly distant look in his eyes-his mind was clearly on other things, namely, my dick-he said, “It’s going to be so messy.”
I leaned in close, nibbling his earlobe a little, letting my hand slip a little below his elastic waistline, fingering his hipbone. “I love messy.”
Two seconds later I was pinned on the bed, beneath a ravenous scientist. And believe you me, when those people let it all out, they fucking let it all out. The jar of Nutella was clenched in his hand, digging into my shoulder, as he sat on my waist, obviously trying to kiss my face off with intensity. He trailed off, laying little kisses along my jaw line and opened the jar over my head.
He sat up straighter and held the open jar out to me.
“It’s your fetish,” he supplied. “You can pick first. What do you want to do?”
I took a few seconds to collect myself and try not to hear Mohinder’s smooth voice, offering me what ever I wanted with chocolate, echo in my head too long. It was a potent combination, libel to make the evening end a little too prematurely.
I slid back on the bed, pulling him with me, until I was sitting up straight and he was straddling my lap. I twisted my finger in the jar and held it out in front of him.
“Please,” I begged. “Pretty please.”
He grinned in a slightly disapproving way, but leaned in and let my Nutella-coated finger in his mouth. The suction closed his lips around my finger tightly. His eyes were a lustily focused, almost black, zeroing in on mine, as I felt his tongue writhe against the underside of my finger. He gripped my hand with both of his and slowly pulled my finger out of his mouth. Feeling the cushiony movement of his tongue and the ridges the roof of his mouth and teeth sent a tingling, tightening sensation to my dick.
Mohinder dropped my hand, now clean of chocolate, and wiped his lower lip with his thumb. The small, pink tip of his tongue darted over his teeth quickly.
I’m pretty sure my eyes rolled up in the back of my head.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded, without an ounce of ‘kind request’ lingering in his voice.
“That’s all you want?”
He nodded with a smile and seemed to highlight the darkness of his skin and eyes, making him look suddenly more exotic. He was doing something tricky and sexy with his eyes that I was fairly certain he’d done before. Hypnotizing me.
I rambled, as I tried to hastily remove the clearly offensive shirt. “I’ll take it off. I’ll cut it off if you want. I’ll never wear it again. There. Done.” I threw it across the room. I’m pretty sure if he’d asked me to dance a hula across the room, I would have.
“Open your mouth,” he said, again demanding. “And close your eyes.”
He moved in closer on my lap and our dicks rubbed against each other every time he moved. But he was pressed up close all over. And there was suddenly a melty, chocolaty sensation on my tongue. Before I could even close my mouth, his tongue was there. His lips on mine. Our noses bumping against each other. My penis throbbing as his groin gyrated against me. His hands came up on either side of my head, his fingers massaging my scalp.
My hands groped blindly along Mohinder-ribs and up a lean Mohinder-back and grabbing the occasional Mohinder-thigh, running my palm over Mohinder-cock. And the gooey, chocolaty Nutella was melting between our tongues. And with my eyes closed and his hands around my head I couldn’t tell anymore which way was up or what was around me anymore. Nothing other than Mohinder. Other than Mohinder being the only weight on me, touching me with hands all over me and lips on mine and then my face and my chest and my dick straining for contact.
I opened my eyes and rolled him over on his back, both our legs still half-hanging off the bed. But I finally got some connection, grinding my erection into his pelvis, half-blind with tension.
“Pants-off time now,” Mohinder said hastily.
I beat him to the punch, pulling his boxers off, showing off his jutting erection among his tight black curls and his angular hips, which was followed by his lean, willowy waist and narrow chest. My favorite sight in the world. Naked Mohinder.
I pulled the drawer out of the nightstand, trying to take off my boxers and get the lube at the same time. I was starting to feel hurried. There was so much to do. There was chocolate and Mohinder and his erection and my erection, which was starting to have an expiration date on it.
Put some Nutella on the side of your stomach, above your hip I projected. He looked at me a little dubiously. I just nodded and squeezed some lube into my left hand.
I eyed the chocolate hungrily. It was almost the same color as his skin. I crawled back onto the bed and crouched over his stomach. My left hand went south and massaged his hole, before I started to finger him. Then I licked the chocolate off his stomach in slow sweeps. A low groan escaped from Mohinder’s throat and his stomach shook under my tongue. I could taste his skin under the chocolate. I could feel the soft tissue of his insides against my fingertips and the squeezing tension against my fingers.
I tasted the last of the chocolate off his chocolate colored skin, almost salted. I stood up away from him and tapped his hip with my hand. He slid off the bed and turned away from me. I coated my dick with extra lube and eased inside of Mohinder as he bent over the bed, moaning as I pushed into him.
I grunted with my first thrust and grabbed onto his hips, as we eased into a slow, rocking fuck. Picking up the pace, I bent further over him, put my hands on the bed to hold up my weight and rested one knee on the side of him. He had to bend down farther to accommodate me. But now his back was flush with my chest.
“Mohinder,” I hissed, gripping the sheets between my hands, thrusting faster. As my chest expanded with my heavier breathing, I could feel his back move against my chest.
“Oh god, Matt,” he said breathily. His left hand slid against the bed as he tried to push himself back against me. His right hand slid down his chest as he began to touch himself.
“Don’t,” I said mid-gasp, but couldn’t stop him otherwise I’d collapse on top of him. I was mid-rhythm, getting faster and more urgent.
“Fuck,” was all he said, with a grimace and pant as he sunk in lower on the edge of the bed. I projected, I’m going to suck you off. His hand, a little shaky, went back on the bed, pushing him back a little. “Hurry,” he grunted.
I came with Mohinder’s moan circling my ears. I collapsed for a second, letting my head rest on his shoulder while I tried to stop panting. He sort of chuckled as we just stood there. Once I caught my breath, he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.
I got on my knees, with Nutella in hand, which made Mohinder laugh a glorious, breathy laugh. He wiped some sweat off my forehead as I brushed the chocolate over the tip of his penis. A throaty moan echoed loudly in the room when I took him in my mouth, gripping his inner thigh with one hand. His fingers went swirling around my hair, fingertips lightly scraping my scalp. He said my name loudly, almost too loudly, as my tongue circled the tip of his dick, tasting the saltiness and the Nutella together. Between the chocolate and the scalp massage I was salivating too much, making Mohinder hiss from the sucking. He came quickly and fell back on the bed with a stifled moan.
I covered the jar of Nutella and tossed it into the drawer that was still lying on the floor. I fell in a heap next to Mohinder. We were both smelly, completely naked, and the lights were still on. And someone would have to put the drawer back into the nightstand, but I couldn’t move.
“Fuck,” Mohinder said tiredly.
I nodded in wordless agreement.
“I feel sticky,” he added.
“Mm-hn,” I said, still unable to sit up and look for clothes.
“We are so getting more of that stuff.”
I smiled, wondering if it was possible to buy it by the box.
Thanks once again to the irreverent and exotic kris_anne_ who said to me, "Matt loves Nutella. And Mohinder. A lot." Which promptly caused me to stop breathing, scream "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" at the top of my lungs, flail my arms around uncontrollably, and then pass out.
~love from WI
JLB
Author: JLB
Rating: NC-17 for unadulterated, straight up, 100% porn
Characters: Matt/Mohinder
Spoilers: None. If any of this had happened on the show I would’ve died of orgasm.
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from Heroes or Nutella. I just like to bask in their respective glories.
Notes: Nutella smut. That is, food smut. A food item that is not a finger food nor specifically designed as a body topping is going to be used as one. And if you don’t know what Nutella is, what the fuck are you waiting for? But to sum, it is a chocolate based spread with milk, cocoa, and hazelnuts. Nutella isn’t made of win, win is made of Nutella.
“What the hell are you doing?”
And I was caught red-handed. Or Nutella-handed. I looked at my finger in the Nutella jar and felt a hot blush creeping up my neck. I felt like he’d caught my dirty little secret.
Well, it actually was my dirty little secret so I guess the feeling was appropriate. Nutella was my favorite of all sandwich spreads, and really, it wasn’t ever used for sandwiches. The taste was something so addictive for me, I could forego actually applying it to other food items. Which is… less than a good idea.
I tried to be not-too-obvious about licking the Nutella off my finger. Mohinder looked at me like I was incomprehensible. And sure, it was a little bizarre. But Nutella is just too good. It doesn’t need accessories, like bread or crackers or bagels. To me, it’s irresistible. Hence me just sitting on the couch before bed with a newly opened jar of the chocolaty goodness.
“What is that?” He asked, his nose flaring a little in apprehension.
I rolled my eyes. It’s been in the cupboard before, he’s walked past it in the co-op, probably even seen me put it on my bagel or Molly put it on her pancakes, but, sure, he doesn’t know Nutella. He’s always missing out of the crucial food items of American culture.
“It’s Nutella,” I said, licking the last of it off my finger. It was messy this way, but totally worth it.
He sat down next to me and grabbed the jar out of my hand. Under his breath he read, “Spreadably delicious on whole wheat, multigrain and bakery breads, bagels, English muffins, waffles, toast, and croissants… This is chocolate?”
“Chocolate and hazelnut spread. Like peanut butter but infinitely better. It’s probably the best thing in the world.”
He tilted away from me and made his unimpressed face.
“Try it,” I urged.
He looked around a little uncomfortably. “You’re supposed to put it on bread.”
“For the record, you can put it on anything. Bread items, crackers, fruit, cake… fucking popcorn, I don’t know. The possibilities are endless. Whatever. Just try it.”
“With what?”
“You’ve got hands,” I said, showing him my faintly chocolate smudged finger.
“That’s disgusting,” he said, with a small, creeping grin.
“It’s delicious,” I said, dipping my finger in the jar again and scraping it off with my teeth. “You know, when I spent that semester in college, I smoked a lot of weed. And that’s when I found Nutella. There are pretty much no words to describe the way Nutella tastes when you’re high.”
“Orgasmic?” He offered.
“Better,” I said with a grin.
With a smirk, Mohinder followed suit. Poking through the gooey surface and then letting it all dissolve in his mouth. His eyes went from smirking to wide and happy to slightly heavy in a really short amount of time. After he let his hand fall from his mouth, he licked his lips and let out a small contented laugh.
“That’s good,” he said. And when he scooped up another fingerful, I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned into him and kissed him. Forced my tongue into his mouth, tasting his salivating, chocolate-flavored tongue. I was leaning into him further and further, making him lean almost backward over the arm of the sofa. He threw an arm around my waist and pulled toward me for balance. And I felt him shiver under me as my tongue ran circles around his gums, behind his teeth, tasting the last of the chocolate out of his mouth.
I pulled away with audible smack.
Wow.
“Was that for me or the chocolate?” Mohinder said wryly.
But the air parted. Angelic voices rang out in chorus. A light bulb went on in my brain. And I had the best idea ever.
Mohinder looked at me, then the Nutella. He was having the same best idea ever. We both looked down the hallway at the same time. It was well past Molly’s bedtime and there was no sound or light coming from behind the closed door. Mohinder snatched it off the coffee table and gave me one last devious look. Without another word we hurried off the couch and ran into the bedroom.
“This is a terrible idea,” Mohinder said, hastily pulling off his shirt.
I attacked him again once his face was cotton free. I scraped my teeth over his lower lip as he pulled away. Sans-chocolate Mohinder was almost good enough to eat. There was no way I was letting this opportunity get away from me. I have no qualms in saying I would do shameful things to secure chocolaty sex with Mohinder.
I slid my hand up Mohinder’s bare side and he shivered a little. That was the place to touch Mohinder to get what you wanted. His stomach, his sides, his hips and he immediately started thinking about sex.
“This is a great idea,” I said confidently.
Even though he had a slightly distant look in his eyes-his mind was clearly on other things, namely, my dick-he said, “It’s going to be so messy.”
I leaned in close, nibbling his earlobe a little, letting my hand slip a little below his elastic waistline, fingering his hipbone. “I love messy.”
Two seconds later I was pinned on the bed, beneath a ravenous scientist. And believe you me, when those people let it all out, they fucking let it all out. The jar of Nutella was clenched in his hand, digging into my shoulder, as he sat on my waist, obviously trying to kiss my face off with intensity. He trailed off, laying little kisses along my jaw line and opened the jar over my head.
He sat up straighter and held the open jar out to me.
“It’s your fetish,” he supplied. “You can pick first. What do you want to do?”
I took a few seconds to collect myself and try not to hear Mohinder’s smooth voice, offering me what ever I wanted with chocolate, echo in my head too long. It was a potent combination, libel to make the evening end a little too prematurely.
I slid back on the bed, pulling him with me, until I was sitting up straight and he was straddling my lap. I twisted my finger in the jar and held it out in front of him.
“Please,” I begged. “Pretty please.”
He grinned in a slightly disapproving way, but leaned in and let my Nutella-coated finger in his mouth. The suction closed his lips around my finger tightly. His eyes were a lustily focused, almost black, zeroing in on mine, as I felt his tongue writhe against the underside of my finger. He gripped my hand with both of his and slowly pulled my finger out of his mouth. Feeling the cushiony movement of his tongue and the ridges the roof of his mouth and teeth sent a tingling, tightening sensation to my dick.
Mohinder dropped my hand, now clean of chocolate, and wiped his lower lip with his thumb. The small, pink tip of his tongue darted over his teeth quickly.
I’m pretty sure my eyes rolled up in the back of my head.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded, without an ounce of ‘kind request’ lingering in his voice.
“That’s all you want?”
He nodded with a smile and seemed to highlight the darkness of his skin and eyes, making him look suddenly more exotic. He was doing something tricky and sexy with his eyes that I was fairly certain he’d done before. Hypnotizing me.
I rambled, as I tried to hastily remove the clearly offensive shirt. “I’ll take it off. I’ll cut it off if you want. I’ll never wear it again. There. Done.” I threw it across the room. I’m pretty sure if he’d asked me to dance a hula across the room, I would have.
“Open your mouth,” he said, again demanding. “And close your eyes.”
He moved in closer on my lap and our dicks rubbed against each other every time he moved. But he was pressed up close all over. And there was suddenly a melty, chocolaty sensation on my tongue. Before I could even close my mouth, his tongue was there. His lips on mine. Our noses bumping against each other. My penis throbbing as his groin gyrated against me. His hands came up on either side of my head, his fingers massaging my scalp.
My hands groped blindly along Mohinder-ribs and up a lean Mohinder-back and grabbing the occasional Mohinder-thigh, running my palm over Mohinder-cock. And the gooey, chocolaty Nutella was melting between our tongues. And with my eyes closed and his hands around my head I couldn’t tell anymore which way was up or what was around me anymore. Nothing other than Mohinder. Other than Mohinder being the only weight on me, touching me with hands all over me and lips on mine and then my face and my chest and my dick straining for contact.
I opened my eyes and rolled him over on his back, both our legs still half-hanging off the bed. But I finally got some connection, grinding my erection into his pelvis, half-blind with tension.
“Pants-off time now,” Mohinder said hastily.
I beat him to the punch, pulling his boxers off, showing off his jutting erection among his tight black curls and his angular hips, which was followed by his lean, willowy waist and narrow chest. My favorite sight in the world. Naked Mohinder.
I pulled the drawer out of the nightstand, trying to take off my boxers and get the lube at the same time. I was starting to feel hurried. There was so much to do. There was chocolate and Mohinder and his erection and my erection, which was starting to have an expiration date on it.
Put some Nutella on the side of your stomach, above your hip I projected. He looked at me a little dubiously. I just nodded and squeezed some lube into my left hand.
I eyed the chocolate hungrily. It was almost the same color as his skin. I crawled back onto the bed and crouched over his stomach. My left hand went south and massaged his hole, before I started to finger him. Then I licked the chocolate off his stomach in slow sweeps. A low groan escaped from Mohinder’s throat and his stomach shook under my tongue. I could taste his skin under the chocolate. I could feel the soft tissue of his insides against my fingertips and the squeezing tension against my fingers.
I tasted the last of the chocolate off his chocolate colored skin, almost salted. I stood up away from him and tapped his hip with my hand. He slid off the bed and turned away from me. I coated my dick with extra lube and eased inside of Mohinder as he bent over the bed, moaning as I pushed into him.
I grunted with my first thrust and grabbed onto his hips, as we eased into a slow, rocking fuck. Picking up the pace, I bent further over him, put my hands on the bed to hold up my weight and rested one knee on the side of him. He had to bend down farther to accommodate me. But now his back was flush with my chest.
“Mohinder,” I hissed, gripping the sheets between my hands, thrusting faster. As my chest expanded with my heavier breathing, I could feel his back move against my chest.
“Oh god, Matt,” he said breathily. His left hand slid against the bed as he tried to push himself back against me. His right hand slid down his chest as he began to touch himself.
“Don’t,” I said mid-gasp, but couldn’t stop him otherwise I’d collapse on top of him. I was mid-rhythm, getting faster and more urgent.
“Fuck,” was all he said, with a grimace and pant as he sunk in lower on the edge of the bed. I projected, I’m going to suck you off. His hand, a little shaky, went back on the bed, pushing him back a little. “Hurry,” he grunted.
I came with Mohinder’s moan circling my ears. I collapsed for a second, letting my head rest on his shoulder while I tried to stop panting. He sort of chuckled as we just stood there. Once I caught my breath, he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.
I got on my knees, with Nutella in hand, which made Mohinder laugh a glorious, breathy laugh. He wiped some sweat off my forehead as I brushed the chocolate over the tip of his penis. A throaty moan echoed loudly in the room when I took him in my mouth, gripping his inner thigh with one hand. His fingers went swirling around my hair, fingertips lightly scraping my scalp. He said my name loudly, almost too loudly, as my tongue circled the tip of his dick, tasting the saltiness and the Nutella together. Between the chocolate and the scalp massage I was salivating too much, making Mohinder hiss from the sucking. He came quickly and fell back on the bed with a stifled moan.
I covered the jar of Nutella and tossed it into the drawer that was still lying on the floor. I fell in a heap next to Mohinder. We were both smelly, completely naked, and the lights were still on. And someone would have to put the drawer back into the nightstand, but I couldn’t move.
“Fuck,” Mohinder said tiredly.
I nodded in wordless agreement.
“I feel sticky,” he added.
“Mm-hn,” I said, still unable to sit up and look for clothes.
“We are so getting more of that stuff.”
I smiled, wondering if it was possible to buy it by the box.
Thanks once again to the irreverent and exotic kris_anne_ who said to me, "Matt loves Nutella. And Mohinder. A lot." Which promptly caused me to stop breathing, scream "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" at the top of my lungs, flail my arms around uncontrollably, and then pass out.
~love from WI
JLB