Éponine Thénardier is secretly a badass (alittlefall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-02 01:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eponine thenardier, scootaloo |
"What’s going on?"
Who: Éponine Thénardier and Scoot
What: Unabashed kink and sex.
When: 30th June
Where: One of the rooms at Burning Mandala, Rei's club.
Rating: NC-17 for... well, see the what. Also includes exploration of a few fetishes, Scoot being really, really dominant and poledancing!
Status: Complete.
The trip to Japan was fun. He’d never been, so traveling was nice. But getting home to the woman he loved was the best thing about it. Because sure he missed her, but it showed just how much he loved her. They stayed in a hotel, him and Michiru, for the first night to get settled and everything.
He went back home only to be grabbed and shoved into the car by a super eager fiancée. “What’s going on?” He asked and tried to figure out where she was going. Scoot had more than a little let down by himself and was curious as to what she was trying to do. Was she mad at his... part for not behaving?
Now, why would Éponine ever be mad at that? They’d had their time apart, and she’d honestly barely thought of it. She’d been too busy planning things, perfecting certain things, to care all too much. “It’s a surprise. Trust me when I say you’ll enjoy it.”
She was really going to have to thank Rei for this in earnest, if it all worked out well.
“Alright... I do trust you.” Scoot leaned back and just watched until he was suddenly blindfolded. “H-Hey! Not fair”
Éponine couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Completely fair! It’s not a surprise if you can see it.”
“Evil woman!” He teased and followed her closely in so he didn’t follow. Suddenly he heard the door lock and he was shoved to a decently sized and comfortable chair then handcuffed. Oh he was liking where this was going already. When the blindfold was removed it took a bit to actually focus and what he saw made his jaw drop. “Éponine...?”
That was the sort of reaction that Éponine had honestly been going for. God, she loved how easy it was to get to this man sometimes... she turned away from him, just briefly, to pick a song, something with a kind of rhythm that she knew she could move to – words were an unnecessary distraction, considering she hadn't really done this for a while.
That time when they’d gotten drunk at Courf's party didn't count. Not at all.
“Is it that big a surprise?” Letting her hand rest on the pole, she couldn’t keep herself from smirking, just from his reaction alone. That better not mean he’d completely lose his mind before she was done... where would the fun be in that, really?
Taking a slightly firmer grip on the pole, she circled it, letting her hand occasionally slip up and down, just to... see if that made his brain explode any more. With the song kicking in properly, she pressed her back up against the pole, sliding down as far as she could and back up again.
She may’ve made a point of spreading her legs a tiny bit wider than strictly necessary, running a hand down along her inner thigh too, just because it was fun to give him all the more reasons to be... frustrated. When she was properly back on her feet, she hooked a leg around the pole, just... watching his face to see his reaction.
Scoot’s jaw may very well be on the floor. It was one thing with him three sheets to the wind, it was an entirely different thing when he was sober. He had to have the hottest fiancée in the entire goddamn universe, didn't he? He groaned and shifted his hips, a very obvious tent already starting. “Oh fuck, babe.. Yeah.”
It shouldn't have amused Éponine quite so much that he seemed to already be having such... issues. Keeping her hips moving in time with the beat, just because she knew he had a little thing for that, she pulled herself up on the pole properly, wrapping both legs around to keep herself steady.
Honestly, this was one of those few things she’d always been intensely proud of being able to do... in a way, her movements were strangely elegant, perfectly in sync with the music, as she moved around the pole.
Scoot whistled out. “Oh damn... Babe yeah. Work it...” His breathing might be a little heavy. This is the hottest thing he’s ever seen, okay? And it might be aching a little in places. Damn her. Damn her good.
He could damn her all he wanted, Éponine was enjoying this. Dropping down off the pole with a smirk, she shook her head. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“I do not deny this... You look fucking amazing in leather...” Groaned and tried to shift his hips to ease pressure but the very obvious tent was damn near impossible to hide.
At least he was honest, Éponine would give him that much. Even if... well, she did rather suspect that as much as he liked her in leather, he’d much prefer her without it. “I can wear leather more often, you know... make your brain explode on a daily basis.”
“That would be insanely cruel...” Tried not to stare too much, but his eyes just went lower and lower until he let out a frustrated grunt and his hips jerked. Nrgh... Now his pants were still tight but wet. And sticky. Ew.
It took a lot of effort for Éponine to avoid laughing at that. At very least, she was going to allow herself to feel damned proud of herself... “I guess I should help you?” At very least, she was starting to strip off, as slowly as she could.
Breathed heavier and just stared. “Come on... At least get me free of my pants before you do any more cruelty.” Groaned and tried to shift his wrists free. “Or let me fucking jack off while watching you...”
Éponine rolled her eyes, not making any move to free him. Where would the point be in suddenly being nice? “I thought you liked it when I was like this?”
“I do.. But you usually let me free by now...” Jerked his hips up even more.
“I also don’t usually dance for you.” It was a good enough point, in Éponine’s opinion... to be merciful, though, she crossed over to him, helping to get him out of his pants - he was staying cuffed for now, just in case he got ideas.
“Evil...” Gripped his own hands despite the cuffs and just watched her. “Then keep dancing..”
Was he ever going to make up his mind about this? “If I keep dancing, you might come without me touching you again... and I wouldn’t want that.”
“Then what on earth are you going to do... Not much more of this I can stand before it starts to hurt!” Pushed his lips together and grunted in frustration.
Well, she couldn’t have that. Éponine dropped to her knees in front of him, the slightest smirk on her lips, and moved to run her tongue along the underside of his cock... and just that, before pulling away. “That a good enough hint?”
Nrgh! Scoot gasped and tipped his head back. “Fuck yeah... I love it when you suck my dick.” And she better not tease too much or he’d find a way to get free, somehow! He’s not going to even ask if she’s sure, it’s very obvious today is mostly about him for a change.
It was really about time that he accepted things like that. Éponine took him into her mouth, although not too deep, trying to set a fairly decent pace from the outset... much as it’d be kind of hot, in way, for him to manage to get himself free.
Scoot groaned and tried to keep still while he pushed his wings back and plucked a feather. Using the pointed end he tried to fiddle quietly... Holy shit, he should have tried sooner. He set the cuffs around the rung of the chair so she didn’t hear it before taking both sides of her head and pushed her head back to kiss her bruisingly hard. When he broke the kiss he shoved himself back inside her mouth and began moving her head the way he wanted it to.
Goddamn. That... was actually far, far hotter than Éponine had expected, and she couldn’t keep herself from moaning around his cock. Him being this dominant with her... God, could this become a more regular thing?
It could if she let him! He got harder with his movement, jerking her head down roughly and dug his nails into her scalp. “You little slut... Seriously. Dancing for me... Then just letting me fuck your mouth. You love my cock, don’t you?”
Fucking hell. Was he intent on completely and utterly breaking her brain? Éponine couldn’t help a rougher moan, trying to somehow take him in deeper.
Scoot just kept at it until he grunted and came without even a warning “Yeah you little slut... Drink all of my cum.” Looked at her with the most lustful and intense gaze he’s ever given her. Something in him is completely ready to dominate and make her his in any way he wants to. He pulled her mouth off and pushed her onto the floor and bit down hard on her neck before she could really recover from him being down her throat. He reached down the leather bottoms and just laughed.
“Fuck, you’re such a little whore. This wet from sucking my cock and dancing for me. Naughty little bitch. You think you deserve me fucking you? Answer me if you think you’re worthy of it.” Held her neck gently and tugged at the leather to get at least the bottoms off.
Éponine was quickly running out of words to describe quite how this felt. This was, honestly, what she thought he’d never get up the courage to do to her... and God, she was glad he’d finally managed it! “Please... I don’t know if I deserve it, but I need it...”
“Not good enough.” He pulled the top off and smacked down each breast. “Come on... Little fucking whore. Beg for it. Prove that you need it... That you need me to fuck your wet little pussy and fill you up. Maybe even knock your ass up, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Éponine’s eyes may well’ve briefly rolled up in her head, just from how he was talking alone. God, she could get used to this! “I don’t know how I’m meant to beg for it... other than to beg you to fuck my tight cunt until I’m screaming your name, until you fill me over and over again... maybe I’d let you knock me up, if that’s what you want, but... please.”
“Only maybe? Oh fuck that... I’m going to fill you with so much cum that there is going to be no other option but you getting pregnant with my kid. I am going to get your slut ass pregnant and you're going to love every...” Spread her legs and jerked inside her hard. “Goddamn minute of it. Fuck, you’re so tight and wet...”
Ohfuck. Éponine practically gasped out his name when he jerked inside her like that, her hips automatically rocking up against him as roughly as she could manage. This was already incredible...
“Feels good huh, you fucking naughty little bitch.” Bit down hard as her neck and dug his nails into her hips, going hard and fast as he could, quite rough as well. He was grunting and growling and actually rather using her body for his pleasure at the moment.
And just because it was him, Éponine could more than take that. Especially since, quite honestly, it still felt pretty damned fantastic... she couldn’t help a moan at the bite, instinct making her tip her head to give him better access. “Fucking incredible...”
“Oh dirty bitch like you can do better than that. Come on, talk dirty or I stop fucking your pussy and making you jack me off” He stopped to prove his point, hovering over her only an inch in.
Éponine couldn’t keep herself from making a frustrated noise at that, but did, just about, manage to keep her hips still. It wouldn’t do to give him any more excuses to stop. “I love how your cock feels in my tight little pussy. How you fuck me. Not a man in the world who’s half as fucking talented as you.”
Was that enough? She kind of hoped it was. Thinking was hard.
That was more than enough! He started right back up, going even harder and faster than before. This time he wanted it to feel good for her as well, so he aimed for all the little spots inside her he knew made her feel best.
Which he more than managed to find, if how much louder Éponine’s moans got was any indication. This man was incredible... and for all his evil, this was some of the most satisfying sex they’d had in a while.
It was fucking amazing sex! Scoot groaned and grabbed her hips and each time he got in he pulled her down hard to get himself in deeper. “Fuck... fuck yeah. God, you’re so tight. C’mon little slut. You want my cum? I’m going to fill you up and get you pregnant.”
He really did love that fetish, didn’t he? Éponine purposely tightened around him, jerking her hips up as roughly as she could. “You know what I want... fucking hell...”
“C’mon... Say it. Say you’re a slut that wants it... Wants to have my kid.” Bit down at her neck and just went rougher, reaching down to rub at her clit.
Initially, Éponine had been planning on resisting, but... somehow, that bite broke her will to do it. She had no idea why, or even how to put it into words, but... now wasn’t the time for worrying about that. “Fine... fine... I’m a slut. I want you to knock me up...”
Growling, Scoot managed a few hard thrusts before coming hard and biting down at her neck. That idea was hot and drove him crazy, this has to be the most satisfying orgasm he’s ever had. Hands down. Not that he’s planning to stop till she comes though.
It was probably a good thing that Éponine was far, far too close as it was, then! Between the bite and how hard he was going... well, it wasn’t much time at all until she came, probably equally as hard, and with a scream of his name.
Scoot turned her onto all fours before jerking inside her again, bent on filling her at least two more times tonight... If not more if his body can manage it! He dragged his nails down her back, amused with the fact coming so hard has made dead feathers come off. Whoops.
The more he could manage, the better! Never mind that Éponine already wasn’t certain which way up was... the nails down her back made her shudder and rock back against him, a low moan escaping her lips.
“Ah fuck... such a dirty little slut. Like my cock this much. I can feel your little pussy squeezing around me each time I go in.” Went harder, faster, rougher... Slapping her ass a few times and made sure the angle was perfect inside to rub her g-spot. He wants her loud. “Uh-huh. You like that, whore? Like this position? Being fucked like a bitch in heat.”
If he wanted her loud, he was definitely doing the right sort of thing. Éponine couldn’t exactly help getting louder when he found that perfect angle, struggling just a little to keep herself from damn near collapsing - he was too good sometimes, okay?! “Fucking love it... God...”
The louder she got, the rougher he got. He went harder, faster and tried to rotate his hips better. He wants this insanely good for her as well as for him. He loves her after all!
And it was because he loved her that Éponine could more than take this. She bit her lip, just to try and keep herself under control, rocking back against him as best she could.
He was more than glad for that. He groaned and went harder and faster until coming with a growl of her name, filling her all the more. He might get addicted to coming inside her... would she complain?
If it meant he’d keep growling out her name like that, Éponine definitely wouldn’t complain. She didn’t last out much longer at all, barely able to keep herself supported when she came with a rough moan of his name, rather past the point of being able to scream.
Scoot groaned pulling out of her for a brief moment and moved up to her face to push his cock against her lips. “C’mon... Suck my cock a little, taste yourself. Then I want you to ride me backwards so I can see your ass and it go in when you fucking lean forward. Such a tight pussy, fits like a glove.”
How was he still hard?! Éponine wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest, but... she was more than a little surprised. She took him into her mouth, pretty much as deep as she could from the outset.
“Yeah, baby...” Moaned and began to move his hips, choosing to just fuck her mouth a little before doing any further. It felt good okay? When he’d had his fill of that, he moved to sit on the seat and leaned back. “C’mon, shake your ass a bit for me baby and bend over so I can see my cum spilling out before pushing back on my cock...”
Éponine could get used to him being so... specific about things, honestly. How quick she was to oblige probably made that more than obvious... there was something incredible about this, that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Of course, now was a perfect opportunity for her to get some revenge. When she moved to ease back down on him, she kept things painfully slow. “You like this? Your little slut riding you like this?”
And that was a quick way to utterly break his brain. He groaned and grabbed her hips and slammed her down against him and began just jerked hard into her while continuing to slam her down hard. The sound of their bodies hitting together and the loud noise of how wet she is with his cum making his eyes roll back. Add how goddamn good she feels to begin with and he’s growling and grunting her name.
Fucking hell. She was going to have to say things like that more often, if it got that kind of response! Éponine tried to somehow keep her hips moving, just enough to get him in deep as possible...
She better say stuff like that more often. Scoot simply kept pounding into her with reckless abandon, too lost in how good it felt to realise just how hard he was getting. How deep into her was getting. If anything he was pushing right up against her cervix hard with everything thrust in. If he came like this there would be no chance of any pregnancy NOT happening.
It was a good thing, then, that Éponine had already fully embraced the idea of that happening. She’d been ‘accidentally’ forgetting things for long enough, so... she rocked down against him, as roughly as she could, unable to hold back a gasp when things just.. God, there weren’t words any more!
Pushing up even more he kept that angle, getting louder himself and dug his nails in. He might leave bruises and welts but he can’t help himself. He grunted and shuddered before coming hard and directly inside her womb, unable to really focus on just how perfect that felt. He made sure to time things right so as much got inside as possible
If he’d left marks, Éponine didn’t give anything even close to a damn. This was just... perfect wasn’t even a good enough word. He just about managed to set her off at around the same time as he came, a shuddered gasp of his name escaping her lips... he may well have broken her!
Scoot eased her down as best he could and tipped her back to just lay against him. There’s no way he’s pulling out of her for quite a while, he hopes she realises this. Moving to brush his fingers through her hair he kissed her neck. Kinky was over, now he just wanted to be sweet. He kissed the side of her ear and tried to calm his breathing down. Holy fuck that was great - he’s never been more satisfied in the entire time they’ve been together.
It wasn’t like Éponine wanted him to pull out any time soon. She felt... strangely complete like this, even if she couldn’t explain it. She couldn’t help a contented little noise at the kiss to her neck, leaning back against him a little better.
“I love you...” Nuzzled her neck. “My sweet, darling Éponine...” It was rare for him to actually use her name.. But it felt right to now.
Éponine couldn’t help but smile. How could this man go from so... dominant and kinky to so loving, in the space of about a minute? “I love you too... always will, you know?”
He might not be hard but he can still stay in her and try just one more for her. He smiled and reached one hands up to grope and massage at her breasts whilst nibbling her ear. His other hand he moved down to tease and gently rub her clit.
What the hell, seriously... not that she was complaining at all, mind you. Éponine had to bite her lip to hold back a moan, her hips somewhat instinctively rising up against his touch.
“I hope we manage to create a child, my love...” Kissed down her neck and rubbed just a little rougher, hoping she’s sensitive enough that this doesn’t take too long.
It certainly wasn’t going to take long at all, considering Éponine was stupidly sensitive. Just a little more, and maybe... “If... if that wasn’t enough? Seriously surprised...”
“Come on, Éponine... Come for the man who might soon be the father to your child. Something I would love to see happen.” Gently bit down and did a little rougher.
And it wasn’t much longer until Éponine did come, and fairly hard, with what was essentially a gasp of his name. It was rare for her to do that once, but twice... well, she was comfortable being that vulnerable around him. That had to mean something, right?
It meant a lot in his eyes. He moved to better support her as he eased them onto the pillow part of the floor, a slightly sunken area much like a bed. He moved into a spooning position and kept her close. Scoot tucked his face into the crook of her neck and let out a contented noise as he fell asleep, still rather deep inside her. It felt... complete to him.