Desperate
Theme: I wanted to get rid of aggression (#11), Reasons People Have Sex, fc_smorgasbord
Prompt: Makoto/Nephrite - Hair pulling
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC17
The first thing Makoto did when she got some was kick off her shoes.
The second thing she did was fling herself into Noboru’s arms.
Knowing she’d had a rough day, he simply caught her weight as she leaned against him, bringing his hands up to knead her shoulders, digging in deep, and kissing her on the forehead.
She ignored him though, instead pulling away to tug his shirt up, enough that she could lick his nipples.
He laughed and started to joke, but before he could, she bit down on his flesh, and he yelped in surprise instead. Insistently, she pushed the material of his shirt up and away, until he eased it off himself, careful to keep it out of her destructive fingers.
Rising to hold his earlobe between her lips, alternately kissing and squeezing, she undid the button of his pants. Quickly following her lead, Noboru pushed his jeans down, letting go of Makoto so she could take her own bottoms off.
She pushed Noboru back, and he landed only somewhat awkwardly on the sofa. She stood before him, rubbing between her legs and massaging a breast through the shirt she’d not taken off. She licked her lips and closed her eyes while Noboru watched somewhat dumbfounded.
Makoto straddled Noboru’s body and continued to touch herself as she hovered above him. When her hips moved more erratically, when she was short of breath, she stroked him firmly with one hand briefly before determining that he was as ready as either of them needed him to be.
Swiftly taking him inside, she sighed with relief and rested herself against him, feeling secure and calm and full. It lasted only a moment, however, before she once again shut her eyes and leaned away, holding onto his body with only the hands on his shoulders and the joining of their bodies.
Almost immediately finding a rhythm, the roll of her hips over him never stopped. She brought their bodies together hard, pushing herself onto him as much as she could, wanting everything to be the deepest and the hardest and the fastest, if only because that’s how her day had been and that was the way it was going to end.
She pushed her hands into his hair, gripping him fiercely, pulling his head back to take her kisses. Her lips hard were hard against his, but when he tried to kiss her back, she yanked on his hair abruptly, forcing his head to the side. It took only moments for the kisses on his neck to harden into bites.
Still somewhat bewildered, a small part of Noboru’s brain wondered if any would bruise badly enough to need cover.
Makoto remained in a world of her own. Her body strained almost despairingly, desperately needing a release from a day of angry, impatient people, of bumping her knees and toes into sharp corners and jutting edges, of tripping and dropping things, of faulty inventories and breaking mugs and leaking pens and incorrect paperwork that needed to be redone.
Her eyes squeezed shut; she willed her body to completion, needing to release the tension of the day that coiled up inside her one taut round at a time. Her rigid body twisted almost awkwardly with the stress of her despondent need. She bit her lip, a small whimper escaping at the frustration of not being able to come.
A warm large hand slipped around her neck; a thumb brushed her cheek.
“Mako.”
A whisper.
She opened her eyes to see his brown ones, lidded in pleasure, but concerned and loving and cautious.
Makoto’s mouth opened to utter something but emotion caught up with her. With that one look, Noboru gave her what she ached for so badly.
Her head tilted back limply as her body finally loosened. Her hips rode themselves fluidly of their own accord, having the freedom to do what came so naturally to them. An orgasm coursed through Makoto’s body with the all the intensity of the entire day, and when it left, it drained her of all her troubles, leaving her limp, contented, and sated in Noboru’s warm embrace.