Recently I put out a request on tumblr for some smutty drabble prompts...
M-content ahead folks.
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pussahbepoppin asked:
Smutty Drabble prompt: "We missed the bed again…"
"Pity. We missed the bed again."
Chest heaving, pulse racing, hair a damp and tangled mess, Emma managed a halfhearted attempt at a smile, wincing a little as she sat up and leaned against her bedroom door, her entire body protesting with the small and clumsy movement.
Everything hurt.
That good kind of hurt that would most likely linger for days, reminding her that she had been thoroughly, properly, and undeniably used. And barely paying attention to the man who was collapsed somewhere near her feet, she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing as his words rang tauntingly in her ears bringing a slew of heated images to the forefront of her brain with them.
It was the second time they had slept together.
And the second time they had bypassed her bed entirely.
A couple of bottles of wine, one or two shots of whiskey, a few decently timed innuendos, and just like the last time, they had practically attacked each other simultaneously, diving towards each other recklessly; hands grappling for purchase as they had kissed and stumbled their way up the stairs.
And if you asked her, she'd maintain that she had tried to veer him to her crisp and neatly made comfy looking bed, but he had insisted on taking her against her bedroom door, ripping her underwear down with a low growl and barely giving her a chance to protest, swallowing her words with a scorching kiss before, without further ceremony, hoisting her up and fucking her into the wall. And even when the alcohol had taken its toll, causing them to both lose their balance—his thrusts faltering and grip loosening before they had gone crashing to the ground—he'd ignored her bark of highly amused laughter; once again disregarding the bed completely, he'd flipped her onto her hands and knees instead, taking her from behind right then and there on the floor—her alcohol-laden giggles turning into whimpers and moans and breathy desperate, desperate pleas (the latter she'd definitely deny later when he'd most likely rub it in her face).
"But you know…"
His voice interrupting her thoughts, she snapped her eyes open at the sound, a slight blush heating her cheeks as she saw that he was now sitting up, gaze roaming over her hungrily, body drawing closer to hers ever so slowly—heat pooling between her thighs and collecting in her still throbbing core as she read the intent, clear as day, in his vibrantly blue eyes.
"They say third times a charm…"
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It wasn't.
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