may_day (may_day) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-05-12 14:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | may parker, normie osborn |
log: may and normie
Who; May Parker and Normie Osborn
When; May 11th, Sunday night
Where; Normie's room
What; May goes to cuddle up with her sort-of boyfriend, and to make herself feel better about making out with Rosie. And then something Very Bad goes down. Points if you can spot it when it happens. This is Not Safe For Work due to sexytiems, chitlins. In that NC-17 kinda way. This is not the place to go looking for fluffy lovin'.
Jack is off somewhere with Phil, so May has to find someone else to mope about her hangover with. Actually, it's mostly gone by now, it's just an excuse to go hang out with Normie. Not that she really needs one. She shows up kind of late, in her pajamas, crawling into his bed. It's completely nonsexual (for the moment); May just wants someone to cuddle with, and Jack? Jack hates that she smells like Normie. The obvious solution, clearly, was to go ... curl up in bed with Normie.
Normie's decided to deck out his room like he expects someone to film an episode of Cribs, which means they have their pick of relatively boring late night movies. She's not even sure what the hell this one is -- and she really doesn't care, because her hand's on his stomach, gently running her fingers over his skin through his shirt, head on his shoulder.
"I don't make a habit of things like last night," May says suddenly. "The making out with girls thing. I haven't done that in years. I don't make a habit of it." Like she's got something to make up for.
Normie isn't tired, just kind of lazy and zoned out. May's here and she brings him such comfort. The remote is in his hand and he's scrolling through the stations at an annoyingly fast pace.
"Do you regret it?" He wants to know what she thinks before he formulates his own reaction.
"A little," she admits, burying her face against his shoulder. "I mean, in private, maybe it would've been different, but ... now a bunch of people have seen me making out with Rosie Kincaid in front of the guy I'm sleeping with and I look like a big whore." It's more than that, but she doesn't want to get into the whole ... liking girls thing with Normie.
"Fuck those assholes." Oh Normie, that's no way to make friends. "They might have been doin' worse. I don't know, can't remember. Whatever." He squeezes her closer with the arm around her shoulder. "Rosie's .. ok I guess, and you're beautiful. They should be thanking you for the show."
May grins, snorts. "Thank you. That does make me feel better." Leaning up, she kisses him affectionately on the cheek. "Tell me I'm beautiful again." She likes the way that sounds.
Hey, Normie feels good for finally getting something right. "You're beautiful. All the other girls look the same to me."
He's definitely done something right, because May kisses him on the mouth next, before settling back down on his shoulder. "You think I'm pretty. I feel like I should say thank you." May is, well ... kind of boyish. Dyky. Not conventionally pretty, but she likes hearing that she is.
He really wants her to keep kissing him, but he always lets May call the shots. Until he knows for sure that it's all right. "Of course I think you're pretty." He's in love with you, stupid. "Don't say thank you." He chuckles, because that would just be awkward.
In a respect, Normie's a teeny tiny bit like Jack -- or how Jack had been at fifteen, waiting for May to say what was okay and what wasn't. Letting her start things so they wouldn't cross a boundary. May thinks it's cute. The hand on his stomach shifts, rubbing as she pushes herself up to kiss his cheek again, her hand stopping when her fingers just barely slipped under his waistband. "You sure you don't want a thank you...?"
May mustn't ever tell Normie he's like Jack. He would put a bullet in his brain right then and there. "Oh right right, yeah, I'll take a thank you." He turns his head, trying to catch her before she kisses his cheek again.
He catches her, and May kisses his mouth again, lingering there. "I thought so." And again. It's like permission, especially when she bites at his lip.
"Oh god, May. Do I have to say please first?" His other hand drops the remote and he starts reaching across his body for her. Slowly slipping under her shirt, giving her time to tell him to back the fuck off if she needs to.
May grins, kissing him again, a bit harder. "Not really. I am kind of in your room ... laying in your bed. With my hand half down your pants. I think saying please is moot by now."
Normie makes a little sound of frustration. Everything is so difficult for him! His hand continues to travel, gently brushing over her breasts. He's still kind of scared to jump into things with her. He has a feeling she's going to shove him away from her any second.
It's cute, but ... really, being so gentle makes it hard for May to feel anything in the first place. Reaching up under her own shirt, May eases her fingers up underneath the bottom of her bra, pushing it up and taking Normie's hand, laying it over bare skin. "I'm not going to break. I can't feel it if you pussyfoot around like that."
"Well, why don't you tell me how you really feel, May?" He rolls his eyes. He feels stupid but he's going to be sarcastic for a bit before he tries to fix this. He convinces himself to actually touch her rather than caress.
"You're too gentle," she says bluntly. "I will not break." She's learned that men tended to allow themselves to be harsher with her if she's aggressive in the first place.
Normie tries to prove how rough he can be, or maybe test her reaction. He pinches one of her nipples, "I know you're strong... but.." Feels wrong to manhandle her.
Pinching? Please. That's tame. She bites at his neck, trying to coax him into letting up a little. "I'm stronger than you are. Don't be afraid that you'll hurt me." To punctuate her words, May pushes her hand between his legs, briefly squeezing him before she pulls back out.
"All right, all right." Jesus that's intimidating. He takes his hand out from under her shirt and starts to pull his own up... you know, get properly naked for this.
Normie starts to take off his shirt, and May's heart skips a beat. She knows what's under there, and she doesn't want to deal with it, so she grabs the hem of his shirt, tugging it back down. Rather than let him have enough time to wonder what that was all about, May shifts closer -- too close to comfortably take off his shirt -- taking his hands even as she nudges one leg between both of his. Nuzzling one of his palms, she links her fingers with Normie's, fearlessly resting their hands between her legs. "No time to worry about shirts."
That was some distraction, May. He decides he's going to have to Man up. Perhaps it was May that decided that for him. Normie pulls his hands away from one of hers and pushes her back, rolling on top of her. His palms go flat on the mattress and he starts kissing at her neck, biting down and sucking on her skin.
---Oh. Okay. It's a nice change, and May makes a soft noise of surprise at the bite, shifting under him and grinning. She brings a hand up, cradling the back of Normie's neck to encourage him, murmuring, "Good boy."
He rolls to the side enough to get a hand between them. Continuing to kiss and bite and very likely leave marks (trying to, at least). His hand is tugging at her pants, wanting to get them out of the way, or just enough out of the way.
His bites make her whimper in a way that's unmistakably good, and she's squirming again, helping him push down her pants as much as she can before she's tugging at his. There's nothing poetic or particularly beautiful about it; it's graceless and harsh, but maybe that's part of the reason May's turned on. Very rarely does she find someone so eager to please her, to get violent with her because she's asked him to do it. It's wrong, maybe, to ask the Green Goblin's grandson to bite her until it shows, but who cares?
Actually, lots of people care, but they aren't in the bed, are they?
Normie reaches up and unbuttons his pants for May. Back down in between their bodies and under the fabric, he pets between her legs-- once, twice, a warning. He slides his fingers inside her. Normie's teeth cease what they're doing while he sighs a bit. Oh May.
It does cross his mind for a second. It feels like he's going to break the skin on her neck-- he's marking Peter Parker's little girl. It's enough to make him shudder and go back to what he was doing. He wants to make sure people will see this. Peter himself, Jack, fuck, even Heath.
May lets out a breath she doesn't remember holding, burying her face in his neck. She's still pushing down his pants, but her hands pause when he slips his fingers inside of her, inciting a quiet moan. She mutters something too confusing to make out, but it sounds affirmative, gasps when he goes back to biting her. She's not thinking about the people who will see her in the morning, about how the hell she's supposed to cover the marks. Maybe she just won't bother.
"Feels good," she groans, pushing her hand between his legs and cradling him with a squeeze. "Keep---keep doing that."
"Keep telling me what to do, I'll do it. Do anything." His hips jerk, thrown for a moment. He's alternating between biting and sucking, moving his head back now and then to check- but of course she's not got any hickies yet. She's a Parker. Stupid fucking thick skinned spider people.
If he wants to bruise, he'll have to keep biting. "Just keep touching me like that." The way she says it is almost tender, combined with the way she's touching him, fearless but affectionate as she does it, feeling him grow hard under her hand. "I'll tell you when I'm wet enough."
Normie works his fingers, in and out and up-- where is that damn thing. Operating a girl was like operating heavy machinery. Or putting a code into a video game, Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right A B Select Start. His mouth is busy on her neck, he vaguely nods and doesn't stop.
It's a damn good thing May can't read his mind; she was never a video game person, and even if she had been, she may not have appreciated the comparison. Not that it matters when it feels good, and while one hand is pushing underneath Normie's boxers, the other is gripping his shirt, tugging a little every time she makes a noise.
May grips his hair then, tugging his head back away from her neck so she can kiss him, hooking a leg over his hip. She's in charge, she's calling the shots, and that's the way May likes it, so it hardly bothers her at all to say, "Get your hand out of there and fuck me." Urgent, like they're in danger of being caught.
She doesn't have to tell him twice, or barely even finish her sentence for him to obey. "Yes'm." Sarcastic or not, he's staring at her with such intensity it has to be a little creepy. Normie moves his boxers out of the way and guides himself into her-- the whole 'protection' thing slipping his mind completely. He wants her, she's telling him to fuck her-- he's slightly afraid of what would happen if he didn't. He doesn't give her a moment to adjust to him, he starts working in her hard and fast.
The complete lack of time to adjust is a good thing; it's rough, it's fast, and it feels good. May's a responsible girl, but ... the concept of a condom? Right over her head. They've used them before, but for some reason, it doesn't even come into play right now. Maybe it's the haze of urgency, but Normie's intense look is chilling but ... really sexy. Her hands fist in the back of his shirt, fingers dragging down his back while she reminds herself not to hurt him; May's super strong, after all, and it's everything she can do not to tighten painfully around him -- though she's pretty close now.
There's not much to say, so May just bites his neck with a groan.
Normie trusts her when she says she's not going to break. He's trying to get a good grip on the sheets, anything to keep him stable. He's ... never been like this with anyone he cares about. But it's what May wants. And Oh God, it's apparently what he wants too. Normie is mostly quiet except for the grunts of effort. His muscles are going to ache tomorrow...
There's a part of this that feels wrong; her hands are dragging over the tattoo on his back through his shirt, and she knows what it says. It's a little slutty, too, with most of Normie's clothes still on. But god damn, it feels good, and no matter what everyone else says, no matter what horrible things have happened, May wants him. She cares about him, and it has her silenced, just burying her face against his shoulder and meeting his thrusts as hard as she took them.
May is going to kill him. He just knows if he keeps his up, she's going to kill him in the long run. His thrusts get harder, quicker, he kind of wants her to say later that it was too much. Maybe it's been moving around in his mind that she thinks he's not strong enough for her. Maybe he's getting a little resentful. He's all out fucking her and gritting his teeth.
It hurts a bit now, and May whimpers, a little louder now. She'll ache when it's over, but the good outweighs the bad; her hands are pulling at him, at his shirt and hair, legs painfully tight around him.
May's been in control so far, but now it's Normie's. That should make her uncomfortable, but she seems almost ... eager to let him do whatever he wants. She trusts him not to really hurt her.
Normie wants to ask her if she's close, but that's always such a bad idea. He's also not sure if he can do anything but make indecipherable sounds.
She's closer than she's been in a while, but ... this isn't really about May having an orgasm. That's for another time, more intimate -- and when Normie feels like spraining his wrist or something. It's more about Normie fucking her, and that's good enough. It's his coming that she's concerned about. May seems to want to say something to him, but ... damn it, it's hard for some reason, and she ends up whimpering and kissing him on the mouth. Not as hard as before, more tender and loving, maybe, in direct contrast to the painful thrusts.
The kiss is enough to slow him down. Not enough to stop him, but enough so that he isn't concentrating so hard. Just feeling it-- and before he knows it, he's coming and that's when he realizes he's not wearing a condom. He doesn't pull away, though. He just slumps on May, out of breath.
May nuzzles him, closing her eyes and panting while she cradles him against her shoulder. There was a long list of people who'll be angry about this in the morning, but it feels too good to let that get in the way. Kissing his forehead, she grins, chuckling lightly. "I don't think I can walk."
"Don't walk. Stay here with me." He rolls to her side and pulls her up close. He strokes her hair, "Just stay here."
"I am." May turns, snuggling up to him and burying her face in his chest. "I'll just ... stay here. Right here."
He almost feels like he's betraying her a bit, but not saying Go! Go take a shower or see that freaky cat doctor! "Until the morning?"
"Mmhm." She's affectionate, kissing his neck. She should be freaking out, running off to Dr. McCoy. But ... this is comfortable, and Normie's asking her to stay.
Normie reaches for the blanket ... it's sort of on the floor. He pulls it over the both of them, content to just go to sleep if May's all right with that. There's not much else to say. Oh, except for 'holy shit I hope you're clean.'