Drabbletag - Spanking
Title: Palmar
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Spanking
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Amazing Spider-Man Movieverse
Pairing: Darcy/Gwen
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Spanking
“Ready?” Gwen asks in this offhand tone that’s completely undermined by the heat in her eyes.
Darcy has to swallow down a laugh, because how is that even a question? She’s so damn ready for this it’s making her light-headed, anticipation flooding through her.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she grins, and she should probably be delicate or coy about the whole thing, play the role properly or whatever, but she pretty much flings herself across Gwen’s lap instead. Facedown, hands braced against the couch cushions, hips across Gwen’s thighs.
God, she is so ready.
And Gwen, who is as perfect in this as she is everything else, doesn’t keep her waiting. Open palm landing hard over Darcy’s ass, and it makes her gasp and wriggle and start sweating for how good it feels. Another slap, sharp sting that quickly dissolves into dull ache, and Darcy groans and pushes back into the next.
The thing about Gwen is that she’s a diabolical genius. So she’s not content with just spanking Darcy. Not when she can make her lose her mind.
Gwen’s fingers curl under the hem of Darcy’s panties, and then she’s pulling them up Darcy’s ass, fabric taut. And it should just be giving Darcy a wedgie, but the angle Gwen’s tugged them at, it makes the material bunch and pull right against Darcy’s pussy, added friction that makes her whimper.
Gwen goes back to spanking her, not as hard but faster, blows landing everywhere.
Darcy whimpers and surrenders herself to the burn.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Spanking
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Amazing Spider-Man Movieverse
Pairing: Darcy/Gwen
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Spanking
“Ready?” Gwen asks in this offhand tone that’s completely undermined by the heat in her eyes.
Darcy has to swallow down a laugh, because how is that even a question? She’s so damn ready for this it’s making her light-headed, anticipation flooding through her.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she grins, and she should probably be delicate or coy about the whole thing, play the role properly or whatever, but she pretty much flings herself across Gwen’s lap instead. Facedown, hands braced against the couch cushions, hips across Gwen’s thighs.
God, she is so ready.
And Gwen, who is as perfect in this as she is everything else, doesn’t keep her waiting. Open palm landing hard over Darcy’s ass, and it makes her gasp and wriggle and start sweating for how good it feels. Another slap, sharp sting that quickly dissolves into dull ache, and Darcy groans and pushes back into the next.
The thing about Gwen is that she’s a diabolical genius. So she’s not content with just spanking Darcy. Not when she can make her lose her mind.
Gwen’s fingers curl under the hem of Darcy’s panties, and then she’s pulling them up Darcy’s ass, fabric taut. And it should just be giving Darcy a wedgie, but the angle Gwen’s tugged them at, it makes the material bunch and pull right against Darcy’s pussy, added friction that makes her whimper.
Gwen goes back to spanking her, not as hard but faster, blows landing everywhere.
Darcy whimpers and surrenders herself to the burn.