Drabbletag - Rimming
Title: Instigate
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Rimming
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Jane
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Assplay
Jane’s well known for her big brain, which is probably why Darcy takes such delight in blowing her mind.
She’s got Jane on her elbows and knees, face pressed into the pillows and ass in the air. Darcy’s hands cup her, spread her cheeks, and every time she runs her tongue up the cleft of Jane’s ass, she gets to hear the most amazing noises. Lost, mewling little whimpers, like Jane can’t understand why it feels so good, the drag and catch of Darcy’s tongue against her rim.
Darcy moans, messy and wanton, and the vibration buzzes right down into Jane’s core, makes her cry out and fuck herself back against Darcy’s mouth. And, yes, Darcy wants more of that, twisting her tongue inside, feeling light-headed for the clench of those tight muscles around her.
God, she could do this forever. Eating Jane’s ass out, hands sliding a little at her hips because Jane’s sweating for this, writhing for this, knees pushing further apart and back arching. She’ll never get tired of it, of surprising Jane, of pushing her in all the best ways.
But she’ll have to stop eventually. Because she knows Jane, she knows how Jane’s mind works. Jane has to understand, she has to experience. And she already knows Jane will want to try this on Darcy, will want to pin her down and lick inside, and Darcy shivers, so ready for it, tongue pressing in deep, getting drunk on the sound of Jane groaning for more.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Rimming
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Darcy/Jane
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Assplay
Jane’s well known for her big brain, which is probably why Darcy takes such delight in blowing her mind.
She’s got Jane on her elbows and knees, face pressed into the pillows and ass in the air. Darcy’s hands cup her, spread her cheeks, and every time she runs her tongue up the cleft of Jane’s ass, she gets to hear the most amazing noises. Lost, mewling little whimpers, like Jane can’t understand why it feels so good, the drag and catch of Darcy’s tongue against her rim.
Darcy moans, messy and wanton, and the vibration buzzes right down into Jane’s core, makes her cry out and fuck herself back against Darcy’s mouth. And, yes, Darcy wants more of that, twisting her tongue inside, feeling light-headed for the clench of those tight muscles around her.
God, she could do this forever. Eating Jane’s ass out, hands sliding a little at her hips because Jane’s sweating for this, writhing for this, knees pushing further apart and back arching. She’ll never get tired of it, of surprising Jane, of pushing her in all the best ways.
But she’ll have to stop eventually. Because she knows Jane, she knows how Jane’s mind works. Jane has to understand, she has to experience. And she already knows Jane will want to try this on Darcy, will want to pin her down and lick inside, and Darcy shivers, so ready for it, tongue pressing in deep, getting drunk on the sound of Jane groaning for more.