Wreck It Ralph - The Complex Communications of Megapixel Intimacy - NC-17
Fandom: Wreck It Ralph
Pairing: Felix/Calhoun
Prompt: In the movie, even in a moment of great heat, the strongest profanity Felix can muster is boo. So what happens when Calhoun asks him to talk dirty to her?
Fill: The Complex Communications of Megapixel Intimacy
A/N: I saw this and immediately had to fill. Gah. It was all I could think about. Has light BDSM and general sauciness, but what else can you want from Calhoun? Seriously. Also, slightly out of canon, but hopefully hot enough to forgive. Hope you enjoy, anon!
"Tell me how much you want to fuck me."
The words drip with authority, with the sureness of command, and he knows it is because she is used to people following her orders. He is not sure, however, how many people are used to following this kind of order from her. She is gorgeous, high definition with proportions most cartoons would die for, but she is ruthless. The harsh cut of hair falling over ice and fire eyes, the way her cupid bow mouth curls to tease and taunt as naturally as it does to breathe, she strips herself of her femininity, but she is still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She brings up feelings he never knew he could have. Feelings as dark and hot as she is bubble up in his chest and wars with the impression that this is wrong. That this is bad. That this is not something he would get pie for doing, but he doesn't want pie. He wants her. He is just not sure what to do.
"Please." He says, but it is all he can get out. It is all he dares get out. She uses words he doesn't know, but gets the impression that they are words he couldn't use at home.
"Please?" She says and laughs.
The bleak light around them catches every curve of her body until it is all he can see. Sumptuous breasts bounce with her mirth, the sloping planes of her stomach yields to full hips, and a patch of hair as blonde as the aggressive style on her head curls between her legs, hiding secrets. He has never seen someone else naked before and knows he will never again see someone as perfect as she is.
Her laughter stops: "There is no 'please' here."
There is no time between her standing apart from him and her hovering over his prone, nude form. His arms lost feeling long ago from being tied above his head for so long. The metal manacles cut into the soft flesh of his wrists. His legs dangle just long enough to where his toes touch the cold stone of King Kandy's cell. He is in pain, but he doesn't care. She is too beautiful to be distracted by pain. She is too beautiful to feel anything but wonder.
"Then what?" His voice is hard to recognize, all breath and wishes. He'd give her anything if she would just tell him how. Anything. Anything.
"Then tell me how you want to put your dick in my pussy." She grabs the strange hard part between his legs. He's never had it stand up the way it does for her and when she touches it a shock runs through his body. He wants.
"Do what?"
Thought is difficult. His eyes roll into the back of his head even as he tries to look at her. He wants to look at her. She is so close, pendulous breasts teasing as they swing in front of him where he stands bounds and waiting. Waiting for something he can't imagine, but wants more than anything.
"This." She squeezes and it feels so good it hurts. It hurts. "In here."
She stands just enough that she can stick three of her own fingers between the strange hair apex of her legs and make them disappear. He isn't sure where they go, but then she pulls them out and puts them right below his bulbous nose. He can smell it. What, he isn't sure, but he can smell it. Salty and virile and complex, just like the woman in front of him. He wants nothing more than that.
"Oh yes. I want that." He nods and she smirks.
"Then tell me how much you want."
"I want it like I want to be 3-D." He gasps when her hands moves over him and the friction makes him sweat. Oh DOS - this is everything he never knew he wanted.
She smiles in a way so cruel and kind at the same time his mind nearly explodes.
"Then repeat after me: 'Fuck me, Calhoun.'"
He looks at her and he'd do anything for her. Anything.
"Fuck me, Calhoun." He says, and her smile changes to something deadly. Something wicked. He'd never admit to how much he liked it.
"Say: 'I want to fuck you until you can't walk and so you feel me for days.'"
"I want to fuck you until you can't walk and so you feel me for days."
He says and she rewards him with a firm stroke. His toes curl and his weight hangs from his restraints, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care because she is everything. He'll never want for a single thing again if he can always have her.
"This is your cock. Your dick." She tells him and strokes again. It is electric. He never thought she would have such soft hands. "This is my vagina. My pussy." She strokes the curls between her legs again and she leans down gets so close her lips brush his ear. "Your cock goes into my pussy until you feel like your programmer made you with a glitch." She moves from holding his hard cock to squeezing his ass. He isn't complaining, though, because her finger finds his asshole and plays around its edges.
"So when I say I want to fuck you..."
"It means you want to ram your dick into my vagina again and again and again."
She pulls back and looks him in the eye. He swallows. He'll never get used to her electric eyes.
"Do you want that?"
With anyone else he wouldn't know the answer, but with her he has never been surer.
"Yes. Oh yes."
"Oh yes, what?"
"I want to fuck you. I want my dick in your vagina again and again and again!" he chokes a little on the last bit because she is so close her breasts are inches from his face. He isn't sure why he wants to touch them as much as he does, but they are one of the only reasons he wants to have his hands free.
"Well if you insist."
It is that smile again. That smile he never thought her mouth was capable of forming. Deep and devious, like she knows the world's oldest secret, and perhaps she does.
Fingernails dig into his ass and her legs bend just enough that the hair between her legs tickles the end of his dick. She shifts briefly and then pulls him forward. His toes leave the ground as he swings forward, but that isn't what he notices. All he notices is the heat, the clutching warmth, and her. Her sweat, her smell, her smile - because it all has to do with him now. It is part of him and part of her and they are part of each other and - oh - he is moving again. She relaxes her arms and he slides out only to have her pull him back into her welcoming depth. This is where her fingers went. This is what her taunting words led up to. This. All of this. Sounds bubble up in his throat, but he can't quite make words. His mind defaults to what he knows.
"Oh - boo!"
She stops. He is half into her clenching channel and she stops. He looks at her, begging with his eyes.
"Not 'boo'." She says.
"Then what?"
"Fuck. Shit. DOS dammit." She says. "Just. Not. 'Boo'."
And she pulls him in all the way again. The words she fed him spill from his lips.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He repeats and she smiles again and speeds up.
And she is right. He feels like he has a glitch, because he can't do anything but feel. He can't breathe. He can't think. He can't imagine fixing anything at all. All he can do is feel what she is doing to him, take it all in, and say the words she taught him until it feels like his pixels are pulling apart and he might have to be unplugged just to survive. He squeezes his eyes closed and gives into the explosion.
When it is over, he hears the clink of metal against metal. One arm drops to his side followed by the other and he sinks to the cold stone in exhaustion and looks up at her magnificent body through starry eyes. She is smiling, but this time it isn't cruel or biting. It seems genuinely pleased and if he looks closely enough he can see that her legs are shaking.
"What?" He asks. "Did I do something wrong?"
She laughs and it is different. It is almost - happy.
"Let's just say I think we just made a new game."
That got his attention. He loved games.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Fuck-It Felix."
He smiles. He likes the sound of it.