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Derek Hale. ([personal profile] instinct) wrote in [community profile] lashings2013-09-29 04:43 pm

cora + derek.



[ it starts in their bathroom. ]

[ derek doesn't jerk off much, and when he does, he doesn't use his hands. it's too — he doesn't like it, doesn't want to be touched, even by himself. he presses his dick between his thighs as he lays on his stomach and squeezes 'til it pops, or mounts the corner of his bed, fucks a pillow with gritted teeth. once he stole cora's vibrator, sniffing it out in her little bedroom, mouth going wet with the scent of it. ]

[ this time it's in the shower, eyes closed as he holds the detachable shower head over his groin, feet shifting apart a little so he can aim the hard spray behind his balls, then back to his dick again. the water is scalding, firm as a physical touch, and derek breathes hard, leans his forehead against the cool tile and closes his eyes, giving into the sensation. ]

[ he doesn't hear the bathroom door. but he hears cora's heartbeat pick up, scents her, and even as he turns with a slack mouth to see her standing there, he comes, streaking his hand and the shower head and the wall with creamy ropes. ]

Shit.

[ he whispers, stares at her, dazed, chest heaving and flushed from neck to navel, not sure what to do or say. he's humiliated, but he associates that with sex. ]
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-02 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's not exactly sexy, but it's arousing. he's touching her and it's exciting, but not sexy. it's actually a little strange, especially when she keeps firm, steady eye contact with him. she sets her lips in a thin line to keep wheedling second doubts at bay (her conscious was tiny and quiet, but there even if she'd made up her mind), but that also suffocates any encouraging noises or wanton moans. the palpable prickles of anticipation that run across her skin would have to be enough; the way her nipples perk at the slightest contact, and the heavy thrum of her heart beneath his hand would have to be enough.

and he seems to take a cue just fine.

there's a sharp intake of breath and disgruntled grunt when she hits the mattress. cora twists and lands strangely, half on her stomach and half on her side, but bounces and recovers quickly enough. quickly enough to sit up and glare at him.

he's on her just as quickly, looming and curling his fingers in the waist of her sweats and tugging them off her hips. cora has absolutely no qualms with being naked. she took after their mother in that respect; had been incredibly stubborn about it as a younger child, and now doesn't mind that he strips her first. she, in turn, busies herself with kicking her legs out of her pants and siting up; sliding her hand across the very unsubtle bulge in his pants. she doesn't mind being naked, but wants to see and touch (so much touch) him too; likes the idea of pressing her shoulder blades to his chest, of running her hands along his side, too. so she makes a thin threat to his clothing. ]


If you don't take off your shirt, I'm going to shred it.
sportsbra: (she closed her eyes)

[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-02 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she can't get her hand in his pants from up here, and resents him something for that. instead she contents herself with touching herself; running fingertips across her stomach and running circles around her nipples tauntingly. it's like what she would do when she was by herself, but now she's got the lovely opportunity to stare down her body and see his settled between her legs.

it's lovely; it's erotic and (bad which makes it) good, and she's wet by the time he buries his face in her pelvic mound. her hips hitch weakly. she wants to ride his face, but he speaking, and like an immoral priest, she's here to take his confession.

i've thought about this.

and maybe...not absolve him of his sins. maybe just join him in them, because she's had unwanted late night thoughts. she'd considered them along the same vein of intrusive thoughts that had her thinking about dropping babies whenever she held them, or driving along the sidewalk. if i did that i could kill all those people. derek had big arms, he could probably hold me against a wall. and intrusive or not, it'd be a lie to say she hadn't gotten off on them once or twice. not that he needs to know that, exactly. ]


Like in the shower? [ she ventures, and the hand that's not braced on the mattress reaches down to card through his hair. ]
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-03 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ he finally gets his mouth on her, and it's a flood. not a literal one, though she's definitely wet, but one of sensation and general relief. the sexual tension that had been amassing between them in the last few minutes (longer than that, cora realizes. way longer) is manifesting in gentle suction and the rasp of his tongue along her sex, sending shivers every which way through her nervous system every time he comes anywhere near her clit.

she's sensitive. hyperaware. and all that careful work he'd put into spreading her legs was useless because she draws them right back in around his ears. what sounds like it could be a moan is strangled in the back of her mouth as her throat constricts, and that hand in his hair ends up pulling at his hair before she realizes what she's doing.

there's nothing keeping her from grinding against his face now, and cora finds if he lays back on the bed, arches her back just so, and rolls her hips in small undulations, she can rock to his pace without completely setting it, and without completely smothering him. ]
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-03 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she'd been edging toward coming under his ministrations - coming quick and hard and fast and way, way too soon for her liking, so perhaps it's a good thing he stops and urges her to sit on his face instead. there's a brief moment of confusion, her tongue dry from all that heavy mouth breathing that bordered on moaning, and the disoriented what that was half formed by her lips dies in her throat. she counts that as a good thing, though; she knows what she's doing and wouldn't have him think otherwise, wouldn't have a brief moment set the tone for this evening.

he rolls over and after taking a brief moment to get her bearings, cora sits up as well.

though...

derek should have guessed by now that she's not the best at doing what she's told. not even very good at taking suggestions, and while he's eager to get his mouth on her again, she's torturously slow. and equally taste oriented. and while she's not fond of her own taste, she thinks she could like it mingled with his. so she takes her sweet time, and looms over him to place a swift but heavy kiss on his lips.

then she acquiesces; moves up his body to get her knees on either side of his face again. ]
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-03 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's so bossy, and childish petulance wills her to say no, just make me come already. but she was here on the pretext of helpful, and that clashed with all helpful ideals. so she rearranges her legs, careful not to knee him in the nose or mouth. this is just as good, really. just as wet, and that moan sends pleasurable shivers all over her body that originate from her cunt.

it's good, it's good, it's so good, and she closes her eyes; comes close to losing herself in his mouth and leans over his body so she can grip the bedsheets on either side of his hips. she needs an anchor of some sort here, and thin fabric between her fingers does wonders even when she thinks she might rip it. her hair is in a low ponytail and tickles between her shoulder blades; falls down when she allows her head to flop forward and trails across his skin. cora's so self absorbed that it takes her a split-second longer than it usually would to realize he'd just divested himself of his pants, and even longer to realize she was biting her tongue.

it takes her no time, however, to theorize what she could do to him, and even less to actually jump into action. it's impulsive, and he hadn't asked permission so neither would she, but one clenched hand releases the sheets to wrap around his dick instead, stroking disjointedly and distractedly. the little circles her hips had been moving in cease too, as cora favors her concentration towards him. she ghosts her lips across the dark swollen head, closing her eyes again and taking a nice, long sniff. it's amazing how scent based their perceptions can be; how incredibly and overwhelmingly strong the smell of sex is, how even with her eyes closed, all other senses scream derek to her. there's the little bit of precome that reminds her vividly of the bathroom incident, but they've come this far; the embarrassment seems null and void when he's got his face buried in her pussy and she's breathing hotly around his dick (fuck, derek, she starts to moan; mumble; groan and writhe). and if he won't touch himself, she certainly will. ]
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-04 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ he says no and she wants to scream no at his no.

it goes both ways, she'd said, and now he's denying her any fair shot at making him come too; making him feel good, better than just when he did it himself, or when he did it without touching himself.

she's so angry, but she's also so wet; so close to coming. so angry that he's making her come, and grits her teeth in an attempt to stave off her climax. it doesn't work. the haphazard little jerk of her hips doesn't work to dislodge him, either; he's insistent and ruthless, and all but rips an orgasm from her hips. cora shudders, shakes, and while she doesn't scream no, she screams. it's ripped from her throat much the same way her climax is and sounds brutal, pained, and a bit too much like a howl.

and she sort of hates him for it. ]


God - fuck you, Derek.
sportsbra: (every time she closed her eyes)

[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-05 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's still coming down from her orgasm while he's manhandling; twitching and overwhelmed, overstimulated, and when he touches her, she jerks bodily and moans almost unhappily. she doesn't want him touching her, both because she's so raw it hurts more than it's pleasurable, and also because she's a little mad at him.

winded, but mad. it's cora's turn to snake her hand between them and catch his wrist.

her - ]
Don't. [ - is spoken aloud, at least (it's obvious which of the hale's walked away from the destruction of their childhood with superior communication skills here), even as her jugular thrums against his cheek and her breath ruffles his hair. ] Don't, [ she says again, and swallows thickly before continuing. there's more here, more to say. ] I don't want you to. I just want to touch you.

[ it goes both ways. that poorly contained agitation and annoyance bubbles to the surface as she all but whines - ]

Why won't you let me touch you.
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-05 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ they're going to need showers after this. separate showers, perhaps, as she can't imagine them fitting comfortably in the one shower they have, and doesn't want to watch him get off with the shower head again thinking he's more comfortable with water pressure than he is with her.

he won't kiss her, but she's got a bad taste in her mouth anyway.

especially when he mentions her.

between jennifer blake and kate argent (who she's only heard about recently, and still bears a raw, burning hate for), she can make an easy guess who he's talking about. blake had almost been good for him until she showed her true face, but argent sounds like the devil incarnate, and cora bristles. the lust that glazed her face dissipates, and her lips press into a thin line. ]


It's not fair, [ she tells him stiffly. ] ...For you to compare me to her.
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-05 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and just like that, he's off her.

it's frustrating; ridiculous and so backwards from how this is supposed to be going. cora mouthes a few expletives to the ceiling before running a hand over her face. she pulls her legs closed and sits up, perches on her knees behind him and studies the lines of his shoulders in case they divulge more than his mouth does.

but he's telling her plenty, and there's several moments of awkward silence as she tried to puzzle through his problems. she also has to assess if it bothers her to the same degree it bothers him, and ultimately it doesn't. ]


...so? [ she asks his back simply. the sheets rustle as she shuffles closer — slowly, like she'd approach a scared child (if she was any good with children), close but not close enough to be touching. ] What's your point?
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-06 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ this had been the secondary part of flash that had briefly and embarrassingly been covered by their parents. cora'd been 10 and mimed vomiting in her cheerios the entire time because they told her over breakfast, and then actually lost her taste for them because nothing like the sex talk ruined an appetite.

but that didn't mean it was unnatural. or disgusting. or wrong.

just different.

as is apparently, their approach to this subject. to this entire event. because just a few minutes ago she'd wanted to taste his come on her tongue, and now all she wants to do is hug him and make him feel better.

in the end she compromises; starts off slow because he hadn't reacted well the last few times she'd tried to touch him. she closes the space between them and worms one arm around his chest. ]
Yeah, I will. [ it's like a partial hug, but instead of putting her other arm around his torso, her hand dips into his lap and she grasps his cock. he's hot and hard, and she relishes the feeling of him in her palm in case derek swats her hand away again. ]

Just... let me do this for a while. [ i won't look, she thinks to say. but decides showing is better than telling, and presses her forehead against his back, and closes her eyes. ]
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-06 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
I'm right here, [ she tells him matter of factly, breath ghosting between his shoulder blades.

she doesn't need her eyes to be open to tell she's nosing his tattoo, nor to give him an adequate handjob. it's not as graceful as had she been facing him and staring, but it's not awful. she goes slowly because she decides that's what he needs; drags back his foreskin delicately and presses her forehead so hard into him that there's no way he can forget she's here, like this explicit of skin on skin contact would allow him to take on some of her ease, and she to bear some of his tension. ]
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[personal profile] sportsbra 2013-10-06 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ faster she can do.

cora tightens her grip just so and begins to pump her arm almost in time with her heartbeat. he arches into her hand and lydia decides this is plenty sexy, if not a little unconventional. it doesn't even feel weird anymore, though she's perplexed for all of a moment when her hand starts bumping against his on the downstroke.

she wants to look, but had made the unspoken promise to him and sworn to herself that she wouldn't. so she doesn't, but can't help thinking she'd quite like to see his face next time he comes.

it's the smell that hits her first; hot and musky and thick. it's like the bathroom all over again, except this time it's all over her hand instead of the tiled shower wall. it's not awful; just hot, and promising a little sticky if she lets it dry. keep going he implores again, and cora's got no problem squeezing him through every second of his orgasm. even once she thinks he's done, she loosens her grip and keeps stroking at a slow, almost lethargic pace. ]


Do you feel better? [ she asks his shoulder blades, even as her ears tune more for his heartbeat than his voice. ]

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