Hi everyone!
Wow, it's been a while, huh? I know, I know, I have noticed that a few of you guys have been asking me to come back to the fandom, lol, but I have been busy with other things and, believe it or not, I still haven't finished watching the fourth season of Orange so... Yeah, if you were expecting something about it, sorry guys, it's still on hold :P
However, I am back here with Vauseman and with an idea that has been in the back of my mind for a very, very long time.
It is actually a headcanon that I have about Piper, or well, about a kink that I don't know why but I feel like Piper would probably enjoy, especially with Alex for the whole trust issue.
It is probably going to be just a two-shot, of pure smut in case you still had doubts, lol, and it is going to be very kinky. And with kinky I mean...
Warning: contains strap-on/feeldoe use, vaginal sex, anal sex and... light choking.
That's right.
So if some of these things aren't your thing, that's okay, just don't read it, simple as that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Orange Is The New Black.
As always I apologize for eventual grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.
And now, if after all the warnings there is still someone left who is interested in this smut fest...
Enjoy
The first time it happens it's not exactly intentional.
The touch is more of a light brush, a caress that lingers for a heartbeat longer on the delicate spot before your hand continues its travel further down her body. Fingers tracing a defined collarbone, skimming across the pearls of sweat that have gathered and are shimmering on a heaving, reddening chest, with the intention to go lower and cup a small, soft, but incredibly responsive breast, and pinch delicately the hard peak waiting eagerly there for your attentions.
The contact doesn't last long enough, and the unintended hint of pressure that you apply is far from sufficient for it to be called as such, and to top it all, during that brief moment you are way too distracted by the hot, wet, velvety walls fluttering and clenching possessively around your fingers, and by the chant of your name falling over and over from glistening rosy lips like a prayer in between breathy moans, to pay closer attention to the way sapphire eyes already dark and filled with desire flash a few shades darker, and the way the already unsteady breath tickling your lips hitches in a faint gasp when your hand happens to squeeze just the tiniest bit around that slender, sensual neck.
Because really, that involuntary twitch in your hand that makes you do it could pretty much be just the result of your own arousal spiking up, or the one of your thrusts picking up speed and force as you instinctively start rolling your hips against the slim thigh that has intruded eagerly between yours, in a needy attempt to find relief against your own throbbing center.
So no, during that moment, when you are lost into that searing grasp of passion, you miss the couple of tiny reactions that you have elicited from Piper without meaning to, and honestly, after you give a couple of well calculated thrusts and make her come with several powerful spurts of wetness that cover your hand and stomach and thighs, leaving her sated and satisfied and utterly spent as you gather her in your arms and she lays happily there curled half on top of you, purring like a kitten, you doubt that she has registered that touch at all.
Or at least that's what you think.
. . .
The second time it happens you aren't facing her.
It is one of those positions that Piper has managed to persuade you into trying.
Usually, you don't like not being able to see her face when you are having sex, but you have to admit that there is something in having her bent over in front of you like this; on the bed, on her knees, with her back to you, holding tightly onto the headboard. Shamelessly offering herself to you.
And of course, you are strapped. Buried to the hilt inside of her. Pumping your hips towards the third orgasm, slowly, with full deep long strokes as you lean forward and whisper a string of dirty, promising things in her ear that makes her clench so impossibly tight around the shaft of the toy resting inside of her, and that if it wasn't for the embarassingly amount of wetness that is running freely between both of your thighs, you would hardly be able move at all.
"You have been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" You ask her, and even if she can't see the wicked smirk that tugs at your lips, you know she can perfectly hear it in your voice.
She shivers in response, maybe because of the way your breath tickles that sensitive spot behind her ear, or maybe because of the way you rake your fingernails up the back of her thigh at your next thrust, all you know is that whatever you have done makes her release a whine. A pitiful needy moan that escapes from her lips in between a broken gasp, but when she answers and turns her head over her shoulder to look at you with lust filled half lidded eyes, pulling herself up a bit before pulling you closer to her by reaching up with one hand and tangling it in your hair, there is no trace of shame or embarrassment on her face or in the "god yes" that she whispers right before you close the remaining gap to claim her lips in a hot, messy, wet kiss that gets returned with the same voracious passion.
And it is right then, that your hand, from cupping her jaw, slides lower and closes once again unintentionally around her throat. Unconsciously searching for a further support, for a better grip besides the other one you have on her hip while you thrust forcefully into her from behind and keep her firmly in place while you kiss her. It is right in that moment that you feel something stirring inside you.
A sort of whisper in between a memory and a deja vu that flares brightly from a hidden pocket of your mind, nudging at the edges more and more persistently, and it is that something that makes you squeeze lightly your fingers for a couple of seconds.
And that's it.
Piper is forced to tear her lips from yours.
"Oh God Alex, yes!"
It comes out like a sob, a strangled cry of pure delight that escapes through clenched teeth. And since you haven't changed the rhythm of your thrusts or the angle of them, you realize immediately what has caused that sudden intense response.
A reaction that spurs you on like you never though could be possible.
And for Piper, evidently, a gesture that makes her come within the next two thrusts.
Very loudly.
Rocking her hips back against you to take you as deep as possible while your other hand sneaks between her legs to stroke the hardened little bud of nerves nestled between her soaked folds.
You haven't realized how close you were until now, until you see and feel her come apart in your arms, shivering, screaming your name to the ceiling, covering your thighs and the sheets with her release.
It's too much.
You manage just one last unforgiving harsh thrust before letting go, clenching repeatedly around the part of the toy resting inside you as you follow Piper over the edge.
The pleasure hits you with such an unexpected devastating force that by the time you regain some sort of awareness, you find yourself on your back, having no idea how you got in such position, but suspecting that it must have been Piper's doing. Piper, who is hovering above you, making her way down your body in between sweet, enthusiastic kisses, gently removing the toy from between your legs and eliciting just a muted groan of light discomfort from you at the loss that she soothes with more kisses and teasing nibbles on your navel as she slides lower and lower with the clear intention to settle between your legs and probably eat you out for the next century or so to show her immense appreciation for your previous devoted attentions.
Your mind is still way too fuzzy, and the fresh wave of renewed desire that you can feel pooling between your legs combined with having Piper laying kisses all over your body with that purpose that gets more and more explicit the lower she goes, makes it very hard for you to think. But even in this conditions and with this sort of wonderful distraction you realize that you must have done something very very right earlier. And this time you remember exactly what it was. Deciding to add a specific note into the colorful folder containing all the kinks and naughty things that you and Piper have discovered and experimented with in bed. Tucking that information away under the "most likely" column just in time, because in the moment Piper settles between your parted legs and gives the first slow, long lick through your folds, starting from your opening and going all the way up until she wraps her lips around your clit, the world turns too bright to see or feel or think about anything else besides the way she starts sucking you softly and so expertly in her mouth.
Once again, you get deprived from any resemblance of your usually impeccable speaking abilities, and the only sounds that escape from your mouth are the deep groans rumbling in your chest mingled with something resembling your lover's name as you tangle your fingers through silky blonde hair and roll your hips forward in search for more of the delicious warmth offered by that talented mouth.
. . .
The third time that you do it, it is not during one of your searing moments of blinding passion.
This time it is slow, patient, overly gentle. With a lot of kissing and gazing into each other eyes, and with a fair amount of "I love you's" slipping in between breathy moans.
To make it short, you are making love.
Doesn't matter that you're buried almost all the way into her other opening instead that in her pussy.
It's still all much more sappy than the rest of your usual encounters, but you are both definitely cherishing every single second of this moment. And there are many ways you could exploit make it even more pleasurable, especially for Piper.
Because wearing a toy means that your hands are free to do all the sort of things that she enjoys most.
You could let one travel down the plane of her stomach or tease the inside of her thigh before reaching her center and start playing with her straining clit.
Or you could slip lower and gather the juices pooling at her entrance before pushing inside of her and search for that sweet spot against her front wall.
But she is taking more than enough pleasure from your slow, steady thrusts, and you know that something like that would make her come way too soon, not to mention that you would be indulging yourself by slipping inside of her, craving the feeling of her velvety inner muscles clenching as possessively around your fingers as she is clenching around the toy buried in her other tight opening.
Divert your attention from her center and start playing with her rosy, very responsive nipples, maybe pinch them a little before taking turns between them with your mouth, is probably the image that appeals you the most at the moment. The fair compromise that will make her a delightful mess of increasing moans and pleas beneath you and bring her to the apex at an appropriate pace.
Although, there might be... another option.
Because just when that compelling image flashes in your mind, another one takes its place and flares even brighter. Burning with that unique spark that only something new and just barely discovered can hold.
The temptation is just as hard to resist as the sudden itch in your palm at the idea of doing it. And you have no reason to hold back.
So you let your hand find its way along her side and ribs, over her breast, and further up, until you reach the elegant column of her throat and wrap your fingers around it in a loose grip.
So loose that Piper doesn't even seem to register it as something other than a caress. Blue eyes remaining blissfully closed while her lips part in another breathed moan when you go in a little deeper at the next thrust.
There is a certain tentativeness in your own touch at first that isn't lost on you.
It's experimental, as if to prove a theory of something you are not yet one hundred percent sure about. But as soon as you gain some confidence and squeeze lightly, Piper's eyes snap wide open, and you are absolutely thrilled when the response that you receive a heartbeat later when you squeeze just a little more is a loud gasped moan and a shiver that crawls all the way down her spine, making her clench even harder around you for that hot second.
You can't even help but smirk a little.
Because now you have your confirmation.
But just to be sure, you do it again, carefully, but with more purpose, and the response is even more exquisite.
A breathy, sobbed "oh God" falls from Piper's lips as she tilts her head back and arches her spine, as if offering more of herself to you while her hands grip harder at your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your skin with that perfect pression that mingles pain and pleasure. Her breath gets a little more shallow, and yes, you can also feel her pulse accellerating and stuttering right under your fingertips.
She looks absolutely delighted. Lost in the oblivion of pure bliss, and you groan in front of that sight. So beautiful. So invigorating that you are unable to stop your hips from picking up a slightly faster pace and go just a little deeper with each thrust.
And maybe it's just that, the change of pace and depth, but it's something so minimal that you can't help but wonder if it could really be the mild pression you are applying with your hand around her neck the gesture that within another minute makes her a panting restless mess beneath you.
All you know is that just after a couple of more thrusts and another squeeze of your hand, her mouth falls open, blue eyes clouded with lust flutter shut and roll into the back of her head.
And this time, when you feel her body go impossibly rigid for a long intense second before convulsing with a chocked scream an heartbeat later, her orgasm catches you completely unprepared.
But it seems like you are not the only one.
It is so sudden and violent that you are thrown off balance for a moment, but you don't stop what you are doing, immediately reasuming your steady thrusts after that inital faltering second of surprise, drinking in the sight of pure, unaltered pleasure washing over Piper's face. Lips parted, features shaped in ecstasy and... pale skin reddening by the second.
Instinctively, almost frightened that you might have gone too far without realizing it, you go to pull your hand away when you notice the spreading deepening blush and the vein bulging threateningly in her neck, but you don't get the chance to loosen your hold more than a notch that Piper's hand comes up to cover yours, urging you to keep it right there. And honestly you don't even know if the shaky, uncoordinated gesture is even a completely conscious one.
You are just too stunned by the sight unfolding in front of you, by the feeling of her pulse jumping forcefully under your thumb, and most of all, by the sudden gush of that familiar warmth that spills from deep within her to wet your stomach in a series of powerful spurts.
This is a first on so many levels, and it really takes everything you have to not give in to your own need at the wonderful sensation of your skin getting coated with her release and thrust harder, faster, forget that you are supposed to take her much more gently and carefully in this position, but the last thing you want is get lost in the feeling, reach your own pleasure and risk hurting Piper in any way while riding it.
So you hold back.
Because you can.
Because there will be time for you later.
And because right now you are savoring her orgasm as if it is your own. With breathless awe. Watching as her body tenses, convulses and shivers, and then finally, after what feels like entire minutes but must have been not more than twenty seconds, Piper takes in the first gasp of air.
And that's the most delicious sound that she has made all evening.
A shuddering, broken moan that turns into a long breathy sigh when her orgasm tappers off and her body starts humming and occasionally twitching with the more gentle waves of aftershock.
You make sure that she rides them all in full, slowing down your thrusts to just a minimal roll of hips and releasing your grip around her neck when you feel the hand that was holding yours there in place go gradually limp as her entire body finally melts with exhaustion.
Thoroughly fucked is one of the top favorites looks that you love seeing on her. One that Piper wears as well as her own skin.
It gives you that deep sense of satisfaction and odd pride that nothing else will ever match with the same intensity.
You drink in the sight, framing the picture and adding it to all the others that you hold preciously in your mind, taking advantage of her boneless state to slowly pull out of her, very carefully, stopping whenever you hear a soft whimper, feel her tense a bit beneath you, or see a wince of discomfort cross her face.
Luckily you manage to do it without much trouble, making a quicker work with removing the toy from yourself then before tossing it somewhere on the floor. Cleaning it will have to wait, right now you just want to gather a still recovering, panting Piper in your arms.
But it seems like she beats you to it.
Unable to contain the quiet chuckle that rises from your chest when she pulls you eagerly on top of her, searching for the comforting warmth of your body against hers while claiming your mouth in an impossibly tender kiss filled with infinite sentiment.
It makes your heart do a little flip inside your chest and smile against her lips, even wider when she hooks one leg around your waist and starts running her foot along the back of your thigh.
"God Alex..." It's the first thing that she says. Her voice coming out as nothing more than a breathless whisper when, after a long minute of kissing, you pull back.
There is a smirk, and a teasing, cocky "Just Alex is fine, Pipes" ready on your lips, but you don't get the chance to say anything that she asks you, "Did I really just...?" She leaves the rest suspended as she glances down between you two, more specifically at the bedsheets where the traces of the apex of her pleasure are clearly visible in a wide wet patch.
She bites her lip. And blushes the most endearing shade of pink when you conclude the question for her. "-come from anal penetration?" You ask her, an eyebrow arched, and the smug little smirk tugs wider at the corner of your mouth despite your best efforts to contain it. "Yep, you really just did kid."
If the playful way she rolls her eyes and snorts is any indication, then she probably already expected that kind of smugness coming from you, but she still smiles amused, and despite the quickly fading shade of mild embarrassment coloring her cheeks, she doesn't even look so shocked by the fact that she managed to come for the first time exclusively by that kind of penetration. Not as much as you were when it happened actually, just a little surprised.
And while you know that you have been careful, when you see her squirm a little and notice a brief wince contorting her features, you get that stirring feeling of concern and guilt rushing hot and uncomfortable in your stomach.
You pull back from her with a start.
"You okay Pipes?"
Maybe it is the real worry in your voice, or the way your eyes flicker immediately down to her throat, scanning for some sign, for the lingering print of your hand or a forming bruise on pale creamy skin when you see her swallow a little harder, or maybe the combination of all those things that gives away which your real concern is about.
What you don't expect however is the shy smile that she flashes you and the open admission that leaves her lips. "I loved it, Al."
It is sincere. And the way her eyes don't waver when she locks them so intensely with yours, confirms it.
You know that look.
You see the honesty and reassurance it there burning bright in that ocean of blue. But still, this time it isn't enough to ease the tight knot of concern in your stomach that makes you practically blurt out in a rush, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Usually you are much, much more controlled than this. Much more confident and composed. But the sudden thought - the real possibility - of having hurt Piper and not in one of your usually fun ways, makes you feel sick.
But Piper just shakes her head no and smiles wider at you.
That smile that is both raw affection and desire.
That smile that you'll never admit but makes your heart trip over itself every time and never fails to send a rush of warmth straight to your core.
That smile that says you could never hurt me, Al.
But it is only when she reassures you with a clear "no," and explains her squirming with an understandable "I'm just a little sore," that you allow yourself to breathe more easily again and settle back down on top of her as she continues.
"It was perfect Alex. And it definitely made it even more... intense." She stresses with a dreamy sigh and at hearing that you can't help but laugh, relieved, happy, undeniably pleased, finding yourself being more than a little hopeful when after a minute you finally decide to ask her, "And... Is it something that you would like to explore more... extensively?"
Despite your mischievously arched eyebrow, there is still a trace of hesitation in that question, but Piper's answer comes with none. And once again it is the same considerate one that you have received every time you have asked it to her whenever you discovered some new kink she enjoyed.
"Only if you are comfortable with it."
And there it is. As expected.
"Oh believe me kid, I am." You tell her at last, reminding her that you are always willing to try anything with her.
Vibrant blue eyes sparkle brightly as a wide smile spreads across her face, and you are absolutely delighted by all that enthusiasm.
"Well, I believe that settles it then." She says and you are already halfway to pull her into another kiss to seal that deal when suddenly she stops you. "But not now." She says, taking advantage of your brief moment of confusion at her resistance to flip you over and straddle your hips, grinning down at you from a position that for how alluring it is seeing her in, will always belongs to you. "I haven't forgotten about you, and I know you still need to come." She whispers knowingly in your ear and you groan, because she has a valid point.
You had almost forgot about the throbbing between your legs, but it seems that Piper really hasn't. And honestly, once you register and aknowledge that pulsing need again, you can't even think about suppressing it any longer, and when Piper slids one hand between your bodies, she gives you the ultimate proof with the lightest touch.
"Fuck." You groan as your hips buck forward of their own will when her fingers slid lower between your folds.
"Oh Alex..." She gasps softly upon feeling how wet you are. How desperately ready you are, before looking at you with those deep blue eyes that are already turning a few shades darker with the unmistakable haze of desire.
"Please," She begs you then, so softly, so vulnerably, so... needy. "Tell me what you want."
Jesus... All that affection, all that physical raw need to please you in any way she can and take pleasure from the one that she offers to you, the visible eagerness and ache that you register on her face as she waits for your answer... Fuck.
You run a hand in her hair and pull her down for a deep, hungry kiss that leaves you both a little breathless.
"Let's start with you mouth for now." You whisper hotly against her lips when you part, smirking wickedly when you feel her shiver with want and approval at your demand, even harder when you continue, "But try not to come all over yourself while you are at it." You warn her with the deepest, most seductive tone you can manage, knowing well the effect it can have on Piper, "I know how much licking my pussy turns you on, you slut."
The term has become one of endearment in your bubble of intimacy, and it holds nothing but pure affection in the way it rolls so easily on your tongue, and those words, combined with the simple, tender gesture of stroking her jaw, has Piper unconsciously roll her hips against your lower abdomen and suppress a moan in in the back of her throat as turns her head to kiss and suck briefly at the center of your palm before meeting your gaze with sparkling, smiling blue excitement and purring an obedient, "Yes, mistress."
And fuck, you don't know which is the most sexy thing. If the way she just called you or the lust filled lip biting look that she flashes you before she buries her head between your legs.
If in that breathless second that separates you from her mouth you find an answer, it gets thrown out of your mind in the moment the slippery warmth of her tongue wraps so exquisitely around you.
I don't know why in my imagination Alex is always some kind of dominatrix and Piper is her perfectly trained queen of sub. They just... give me that sort of vibe. Anyway, I feel like I should say something about the whole chocking practice, and by that I mean that it can be as enjoyable as it can be dangerous, so don't do it if you don't know how to do it safely and if you already know how to do it then be smart about it guys. For real. That's why I'm taking another chapter to explore the whole thing :) So... that being said, consider this first part as an appetizer :P