seveninchmotto | The Apartment, New York, Sunday

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The Apartment, New York, Sunday

Isabelle was in her element. Not only was her boyfriend home – and not just visiting for the day but on actual break – but she was also cooking for him. That's right, their kitchen was a happy mess of various kinds of ingredients and pots and pans with ––

With, well, something cooking in them. It was honestly hard to tell what it was by the smell. Or the ingredients strewn about the counters. Or the way it looked, even. Maybe... maybe it was some kind of stew?

Whatever it was, Isabelle looked happy to be making it.

[ooc: NFB, and expecting a ton of SP, omg.]

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"Shouldn't you be doing some more pull ups?"

She wasn't actually going to wait for him to do them. Just teasing before she went on.

"But yes, something a little new. Not entirely. See, one time in the not too recent past, I was lonely and shopping online." With her, that was a great combination sometimes. "And looking at toys. And looking for things we didn't have yet. And that we could maybe both use, so there's variety." She smirked. "And seeing as we both enjoy some... ass play ––" The smirk turned into biting her lip and letting out a little laugh. "–– I figured a nice little plug was in order."

Yes.

"So that's the 'something new'. I'd kneel before you, but before I'd actually take you in my mouth, I'd lube that up and slide it in you. So you could feel nice and full while I sucked you off."

"Jesus Christ almighty," he said, looking up at the ceiling and blowing out a breath. His arms shook a bit. "I don't know if I can do another pull up with that in my head."

He tried and he got about halfway before his arms gave out and he was back to hanging in front of her.

Isabelle couldn't help snickering a little at his attempt. "So you approve?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him like that was even a question to ask at this point. "You'd like that? You'd like me playing with your ass a little before leaving the plug in while I went down on you? Do you think it'd intensify things for you?"

She ran her hand down her stomach.

"I bet it would. I bet you'd just adore it. You'd be straining towards my mouth because you'd be able to feel the toy shift against you, too. You'd call my name and come all over my tongue and you'd tell me what a great purchase it was. And then... That's when I'd get evil."

Look, was there a point in restraining someone if you didn't get evil with them?

"Evil?" Flick took several deep breaths and did a few more pull ups, trying to look up at the ceiling to prevent himself from being too distracted. His arms were starting to burn though and he wasn't going to be able to do much else.

"How much more evil can you get?" he asked her, licking his lips and biting his lip with the ache that was in his arms now.

"A decent bit," she replied easily. "You don't think I'd just let you free after you came from one of my expert blowjobs? Oh, no, baby." She shook her head. "You'd stay cuffed. You'd get to keep the toy in your ass, too. And then, I'd maybe get a few pillows and make myself comfortable right there on the floor. I'd give you time to gather up your strength again."

Wait, that was nice of her, wasn't it? Maybe what she said next would lessen that impression.

"And I'd let you enjoy a show. Because you'd get to watch me fuck myself with my favorite toy I use when you're not around. You'd see how wet I was and how the toy pushed into me and how it'd make me moan and shake, and you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it."

"There is something I could do. I could rip the damn bar right off the wall," Flick said and finally let go because he was down with pull ups when she was talking dirty and naked in front of him.

"And I would too," he told her, stepping forward with a mischievous look in his eye. "I would rip the bar off and I'd fuck you with my tongue or my fingers if my cock wasn't up to it just yet."

Oh, Isabelle was smirking so hard at him right now. She looked like she wanted to eat him up. "You would?" she asked. "You'd just toss my toy aside and take me? Make me squirm for you, and come for you?"

The dirty talk wasn't going to cease just because he'd stopped doing pull ups, oh no. She had plenty more up her sleeve.

"I'd just take you," he said, ridding himself of the shirt and reaching down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He kept walking towards her, eyes sparkling. "You wouldn't want your toy when faced with me."

That sparkle in his eyes was making her all kinds of tingly. Just for the record. It made a shiver roll down her spine, and anticipation build in the pit of her stomach, and it made her need to wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.

She bit her lip and kept smirking. "You sure about that? It's a very good toy. It's seen me through a lot of lonely nights."

Flick stopped in front of her, shirt off, pants open and cock starting to harden underneath the layers of clothing.

"So, do you want your toy instead of me?" he asked her quietly. "Because I'm right here."

"That's not a fair question." She wasn't actually objecting. "You. It's always you."

The toy was for when he wasn't here.

"Just checking because you seemed so attached to your toy," he murmured, reaching and stroking a finger down her chest and between her breasts. "It better always be me."

"Baby, I just spent a long while telling you about the things I wanted to do to you. It would've concluded with me pegging you until you came a second time, by the way." She wanted that out there. With a smirk, and a glance down at his hand. "And that was only idea one. Idea two would've started with me restrained to the bar. In both scenarios: it's you."

"It better be me," he growled, reaching to bring her close to his body. He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "I love you and right now, I just want to screw you."

"Then do it," she told him, with a fierceness that was a little out of step with his gentle kiss and the way her arms wrapped around his neck but whatever, that was her style. In particular after she'd been talking dirty at him for a nice long while, and he'd just growled at her, and said he wanted to screw her. She felt completely ready to be screwed.

"Take me."

That was permission and request all rolled into one.

Flick closed the distance and kissed her, urging her legs up and around his waist as he did. He reached down and got his hands under her ass so he could start lifting her and could take her over to the bed.

Isabelle did not hesitate a second. She was on him, her toned, scarred legs wrapped tightly around his waist while her arms stayed around his neck for support.

All while kissing him like it was the most important thing in the world.

Flick carried her the short distance over to their bed where he gently lowered her down, following her quickly. He let his weight rest atop her, legs stretched out alongside hers and arms bracketed around her shoulders.

He didn't stop kissing her.

He better not. She was greedy for his lips and letting it show in the way her mouth moved against his. It was a deep kiss, nothing tentative or light about it in the slightest.

Her hands were on his back, fingertips rubbing down. No nails just yet but they'd be there soon.

Flick raised himself up to his knees only so he could start to try and push his jeans and boxers down his legs. It was hard to do with his lips still attached to hers but he wasn't willing to let her go just yet.

With the way Isabelle was clinging to him it would've been hard to do anyway. Not impossible, but not very easy. She bit his lip before diving back into the kiss.

Still, she'd allow whatever he needed to do in order to actually screw her. She had her priorities straight, and getting him in her was the main one.

Flick kissed her for a moment longer before he pulled off and licked her lips. he said, "Can you use your legs to kick my pants off the rest of the way?"

Her legs were long and his pants were halfway down but unless she wanted him to move, this was the best way to go about it.

She could. Easily.

It involved parting her legs underneath him, but he probably wasn't going to mind that one bit. That way she could use her feet to drag his pants off the rest of the way. She was limber, it was easy. "Better?"

"Much," he murmured, settling in between her legs and smiling down at her. "How's it for you?"

"I don't feel very taken," she teased quietly, wrapping her legs around his waist. The heel of one of her feet rubbed against the back of his thigh. "You should change that."

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