Whoops. Inspired by OTPPrompts (as usual)

Short and sweet because I'm exhausted, still a bit tipsy (at ten in the morning, I haven't slept) and I have an appointment in an hour. I'll write and upload something substantial later.

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This was Amelia's idea, to say the least. Ivan is tied to the kitchen chair and is frankly uncomfortable, but that doesn't really matter to him. In front of him stands Amelia, grinning with pride with a hand on her hip.

"To be honest, I didn't think you'd agree to this."

"Anything to make up for accidentally hitting you." Ivan frowns. "Really Amelia, you shouldn't jump me like that."

"Dude, you cried because you hit me."

"Because I hurt you!"

Amelia shrugs and straddles his lap. "Make it up to me, then." She smiles as she cups his cheeks with her hands. "After all, there's no better way than to give injuries kisses." Amelia leans down a bit, breaking the distance between their faces and she gently kisses his lips. In all honesty, she doesn't plan on going very far with this. Maybe a little make out session and that's it.

She trails away from his mouth, to his ear and gently tugs at the lobe with her teeth. She drags her nails down his face to his neck, lightly tickling it and down to his exposed chest—she had convinced him to remove his shirt for her—and presses her palms against it. Amelia goes back to softly kissing him, no teeth, no tongue, just gentle and chaste. Finally, she nibbles at his lower lip and he allows her to push her tongue in and he sucks on it gently and earns a soft moan.

Amelia lightly pinches one of Ivan's nipples, purposefully using her nails to do so and Ivan lets out a gasp, somewhere between pain and pleasure, and she grins against his mouth. Her hands move down further and stops just above the hem of his jeans and she drags her fingers back up and around his neck. She hears Ivan draw in a heavy breath as she pulls away, panting slightly.

His eyes are darkened with lust, and she can feel his erection beneath the fabric of his pants. Amelia grinds down, and Ivan lets out a moan, hips bucking up. Amelia trails wet kisses across his cheek and downwards, nipping at soft flesh as she does so.

Ivan's neck is one of the most sensitive parts of his body, and as she licks and sucks at his neck and Ivan now moaning at the onslaught of pleasure, she caresses his torso and rubs the pads of her thumbs over his nipples, pinching every so often. As usual, she leaves hickies and bite marks all along his neck and moves down to his chest, awkwardly bending as she does so.

Amelia now leaves feather light kisses along his collar bone and chest, repeating the process. She goes from kisses and sucking, to being gentle and soft with barely there touches and it's driving Ivan mad.

To be honest, she's pretty wet herself but she's enjoying this more. Amelia suckles at Ivan's neck, a hand down between his legs, gently squeezing and rubbing the erection beneath the denim. Ivan groans loudly, arching best he can off the chair and into the touches.

Amelia goes back to kissing him, removing her hand from his crotch and cupping his face again. Their tongues meet, and this time it's all teeth and tongue and heavy breathing. As they continue their kiss, Amelia reaches down again, this time unzipping and unbuttoning Ivan's pants as best she can and reaches in, and pulls out his dick.

Just as she had done earlier to his chest, Amelia gently drags her nails along the hard skin, following the pulsing vein and wraps her fingers around it and gives a slow but firm pump. Ivan moans loudly again, and stares at her through half lidded eyes. Amelia rubs her thumb on the head, and trails pre-cum down his cock and they keep their eye contact as she does so.

Eventually, she moves herself back a little, lifts her hips up and hitches her skirt up.

"You're not wearing any underwear?"

"Are you worrying about that detail now?" Amelia half snaps out, flushed a little from embarrassment.

"It's kind of a shock. Your skirt is short."

"Ivan, shut up or you'll ruin the mood."

Ivan rolls his eyes and watches as Amelia guides his cock in her, wincing a bit as she does so. There's no doubt this current position is a bit uncomfortable for the both of them but that doesn't matter. The silky heat wraps around his dick and he groans a little. Amelia licks her lips, peering at him and remains still for a few minutes, getting used to the feeling of him inside of her.

She drops her skirt and rests her hands on his bare shoulders and slowly starts to move up and down, digging her nails into his skin. Amelia starts to quicken her paces after a few minutes, hearing the slapping of skin against skin and she loses her ability to remain straight and ends up slumping forward, nails digging deep into his shoulders.

Their gasps and groans are the only noises that fill the air and finally, her muscles clamp down around him as she cums and soon, he follows afterwards with a little groan. Amelia remains flush against him for a few minutes, breathing hard and finally, she forces herself away and manages to get off him. His penis falls limp and her legs are shaking.

She fixes her skirt and half limps around the chair and unties him and kneels down and undoing the binds at his ankles as well.

"Shower?" He offers after a moment of catching his breath.

"Yeah. And then I have to study."

"Pity."