seveninchmotto | Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

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Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

Isabelle was so very ready to move out of this place. Yes, living on an even tinier island than usual was maybe quaint and all, and she hadn't had to deal with her roommate much at all, and maybe if you squinted, there was something comfortingly familiar about the presence of the supernatural.

But. That last bit especially was so goddamn annoying. See, when Isabelle was trying to take advantage of the fact that her roommate wasn't around, and trying to, you know, relax and enjoy herself a little, all curled up on her bed in her nice pajamas (because being alone was no reason to look anything less than her best) and scrolling through some of the more not safe for the public kind of stuff she had saved on her phone... The last thing she needed was for some disembodied voice to start crying uncontrollably in the corner of her room. Right as she was about to settle down to watch that one video, too. Pretty boys getting it on didn't go with wailing, thank you very much!

And of course, the crying voice was soon joined by another one. And once those quieted down, there was a brief misty figure on the other side of the room.

"Are you done already?"

When she felt a random instance of pure dread rush through her senses, she slumped down on her bed with a great big annoyed sigh. So ready to move out of this damn place.

[ooc: Closed door, open post if you're up for SP. In all honesty I am mostly posting to use at least a portion of an idea I ran out of time to fully use, la.]

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"You did."

He swallowed hard and nodded. He wasn't really involved in the whole stimulation thing but he was definitely turned on. It didn't take much when it came to her.

"Tell me, please."

Isabelle smirked at him. "So, skin to skin, hmm?" she asked, running the toy against herself, getting it slick in the process. "The ease is a great benefit. I'd be out of your body and you'd be in mine in no time at all. Brings spontaneity."

She pressed a button, and the toy began to buzz. Just the lowest setting, but it made her moan and bite her lip before she continued.

"You're rock hard from me screwing you in front of the mirror. You've been able to see yourself get harder and harder, and you're aching. You want to come. You don't want to wait and you don't have to. When I pull out of you, it takes barely any effort at all. You can turn, push me on the bed, spread my legs." Which she did, right now. "No getting the harness off. You can just grab my dick as you ––" She swallowed, pushing the toy in. It slid in easily, making her gasp. "–– push yours into me. Hard."

"Jesus fucking shit," Flick mumbled, eyes wide and mouth hanging open now. Between the sight of her starting to fuck herself with the toy and the words, he was going to have to do something shortly to his own hardening cock.

Not right now, though. Right now was about watching her and breathing and trying not to choke on air. "Would I come inside you or come on you?"

"Inside." Well, it was a fantasy. "Once you got inside you wouldn't want to pull out. You wouldn't even think about options." Smooth strokes. Still made her voice falter in places. "Too slick and tight for that. You'd want to come inside me until you were spent."

"You're right, I wouldn't want to pull out until I'd come inside you and I was sweaty and heavy on top of you. Jesus."

He licked his lips and sighed.

"Sucks that we can't do that." It did. "Because I'd love to come inside you."

"I know you would, baby." But she didn't want his babies. And couldn't handle a closed relationship. But she wasn't thinking of either right now. Her eyes closed as she pushed the toy a little deeper. "But you should think about it while I'm gone. Forbidden fruit to get you hard."

And he wasn't wanting to be anyone's daddy either. The other part he was a little better equipped to handle but he knew she didn't want that so, yeah.

"It'll get me hard," he promised with a quiet sigh. "I'll imagine it. Dream about it. Think about you while you're gone."

"Good. I want you to do that." She pushed her hips off the bed, just for a moment. Just for second of bucking up against the vibrator, with a moan. "I'll think about that too. I'll think about you doing that."

"Good. Think about me. Think about how much I'll miss you," he told her, nodding. "Think about what I'll be doing to try and not miss you so badly. Think about my face when I see you. Think about me, Isabelle."

Isabelle breathed in deep. "Are you going to think about my face?"

It was looking pretty great right now. She'd just brought the tip of the toy back up to her clit and turned the vibrations on a higher setting. The effects were pretty obvious on her face.

She whimpered, biting her lip.

"I'm going to think about everything about you," Flick promised quietly, nodding. "Your face, your body, your voice, your hair, your arms around me, the curve of your foot against my calf when we're asleep."

He remembered some really random things. "I'll remember how you smell and the darkness of your eyes and how your breath feels against my neck. I'll think about teeth scraping against my cock and your nails scratching down my back. I'll think about everything."

He remembered some random but good things. Some dirty, some not, and she wouldn't have been able to discern which things were the ones that made her shiver. She just let it happen.

"Good." Lust and affection. The vibrations were making her squirm, now. "I want you to do that, baby."

"I will." He nodded and kept watching her, going quiet for the moment. He was just watching now, watching and waiting and listening to her get herself off.

Isabelle lost her words, too. Her focus went to her pleasure, moving vibrations to wherever they felt the absolute best, lifting her hips off the bed when she felt like it. Her breathing was ragged, littered with moans.

She was definitely getting somewhere.

She was and Flick was definitely enjoying watching her get somewhere. He rubbed his hand against one of her legs and whispered her name every so often but otherwise stayed quiet.

Watched and enjoyed.

The whispers and the rubbing were small things but they still mattered as parts of mess of sensations she was feeling. All of it was good. No, great.

And her actions were getting a little more frantic. The vibrator was pushing into her and pulling out again at a pretty quick pace, and every so often her hips rolled up to meet it. Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed tight, and she was panting. Sometimes she cursed. Bad habit.

And he got to watch her push her hips off the bed, toy pumping in and out, and he got to see her reach down with her other hand to rub at her clit with her fingertips. It made her moan, and her panting and her cursing got more urgent, not relenting at all but rather getting quicker, and she was straining her hips off the bed, getting more of everything. Trying to get past the finish line.

"Come on, baby, come on," he whispered urgently, rubbing her leg and urging her on. "Come all over your toy, baby. Come in front of me and scream it out. Fucking come on, baby."

He kissed her leg and kept his face close to her, watching the toy pump in and out and breathing hard. "Come, baby."

He then whispered something very, very quietly that he hadn't said to her since the first time he'd revealed it in the hopes she wouldn't hear it this time.

He just couldn't keep that in, could he? She didn't hear it this time. With the sound of blood rushing in her ears, it was amazing she heard anything at all, but she did. She heard him urging her on. She heard him call her baby.

God, she loved that.

She pushed her hips higher and moaned louder and rubbed harder – and then it felt like control just slipped from her grip. Her hands stilled, one of them gripping the vibrator tightly as it continued buzzing on inside her, against her, as she found herself throbbing, pleasure rolling out and making her feel warm all over.

Plus side of living in a haunted house? Her scream was probably shrugged off as belonging to one of the ghosts.

"Amazing," Flick murmured, rubbing her legs and watching her as her orgasm happened. The scream made him smile and he just kept rubbing her leg and calling her baby.

Whenever the orgasm subsided, he was going to be right there, rubbing her leg and watching her with a gentle smile on his face now. That had been something to see.

After a moment passed, Isabelle relaxed. She turned the toy off and dropped it on the bed, then heaved a great, big, satisfied sigh.

So good.

"Feel good?" Flick murmured, moving to lay down next to her. "You certainly looked good."

"I feel perfect." She often felt perfect but this was a different kind. Less smug. She blinked her eyes open and smiled over at him. "Good show?"

"Very good," he said, leaning closer and kissing her smile. "Exceptional."

It turned into a lazy smirk under his kiss. "Feel free to relieve any tensions I might have caused."

"Oh, I'm fine," Flick told her. It was a lie since he'd gotten hard but he wasn't saying that since she looked so gorgeous in her afterglow.

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