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thepsychicclam.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-09-02 09:26 am
fic: playtime
Title: Playtime
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thepsychicclam
Pairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom and Lij roleplay and Lij crossdresses.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
A/N: Thanks to the lovelylyricalnights for the quick beta
As Elijah walked into the house and threw his keys and cell down, he noticed a pile of clothes on the table. On top was a note from Dom telling him to put them on and meet him in the guest bedroom they used for an office. Elijah pulled the garments up one by one, horrified. What the fuck did Dom have in mind? For a minute he refused to even entertain the idea of putting on the outfit. But, staring at the pile on the table, he grew increasingly more curious and horny.
Questioning his sanity, he pulled his shirt over his head and slipped on the white button up.
-
Elijah stopped in front of the bedroom door, adjusting the plaid skirt around him. He didn’t know how women did it. From the kitchen to the bedroom door, it had already managed to ride up.
He felt ridiculous in his outfit – no, costume. Anything that required him to wear white bows in his hair got labeled a costume.
Opening the door slowly, he tried not to trip in the clunky Mary Janes. Dom was sitting at the desk, glasses perched on his nose, reading. Elijah opened his mouth to say something, but Dom held up his hand.
“Late again, I see.” Dom stood up and walked around the desk, shaking his head. “What am I to do with you, Elijah?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Elijah said timidly, completely lost as to what he was supposed to say in this scenario. “I won’t be late again.”
“You’re damn right you won’t be late to class again. What did I tell you last time would be your punishment if you were late again?” Dom leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms across his chest and extending his long legs in front of him. Elijah could only stare at him. He’d never seen Dom dressed like he was in a crisp, neat suit. And those glasses. Fuck.
“Um…I don’t remember, professor.” Elijah cast his eyes down, drawing lines awkwardly with the toe of his shoe, cursing silently as his stocking slid down his leg. He bent over, pulling it back up, and lifted his eyes and caught Dom licking his lips unconsciously. Elijah stepped closer to Dom, trying his best to look innocent. “What is my punishment?”
“You are a cheeky little student.” Dom picked up the ruler lying on the desk beside him and slapped Elijah’s arm hard.
“Ow!” Elijah yelped before he realized it was all part of the game. He then extended his hand to Dom, who took it in his own and gave it five quick smacks.
“That was just for your cheekiness. It doesn’t even begin to punish you for being late.” Dom grabbed Elijah and threw him face first into the desk. Elijah caught himself before his nose crashed into the hard wood. He looked over his shoulder, but Dom hit his cheek. “Keep looking straight.”
“And if I don’t?” Elijah countered, becoming bolder. Dom pressed his body against Elijah’s, causing him to moan as Dom ground his hard-on against Elijah’s ass. Elijah suddenly became painfully aware of his own erect cock, caught between his body and the desk.
“Did you like that, you little brat?” Dom growled into Elijah’s ear. He gripped Elijah’s cheeks roughly between his fingers and pressed their lips together. Elijah’s tongue urgently invaded Dom’s mouth, needing to feel something, anything, because if not he was going to go insane. Dom indulged him for a moment before biting down on his lower lip. Elijah pulled away in surprise, and Dom smirked at him.
“Now,” Dom said, bending and running his hands from Elijah’s stocking clad calves, over his trembling knees, up under his short skirt where he dutifully had on no underwear. “This is interesting.” Dom lifted the skirt up, exposing Elijah’s bare ass. Elijah instinctively spread his legs apart and leaned further over the desk. Dom rubbed one hand over the smooth flesh and down the cleft, brushing his opening with a finger. Elijah bucked back, but Dom just made a tsking sound. “No, my little schoolgirl. This is punishment.”
Elijah moaned in frustration and attempted to grind against the desk, but Dom gripped his hips forcefully, (Elijah somewhere in his brain realizing he’d have bruises in the morning), and pulled him away. He wrapped his arm around Elijah’s body, grabbing his throbbing cock in his hand and spreading the small amount of precum over the head. Elijah exhaled audibly, making a sound Dom thought was somewhere between a cry and a scream, and wanted to hit Dom for holding his hips stationary so he couldn’t move against that hand. He was left tormented as Dom circled his thumb so everfucking slow around the tip of his cock. Dom’s teeth slowly kneaded the back of Elijah’s neck, bruising the pale skin beautifully. They almost forgot about their game, but Dom wasn’t that far gone and released Elijah, who whimpered.
“Please, Dom…” Elijah pleaded, arms shaking as he attempted to hold himself upright.
“I did not give you permission to be so informal with me,” Dom said, pulling Elijah up by the hair and knocking out one of his white bows. “I’m Professor Monaghan to you.”
“I’m sorry, Professor Monaghan,” Elijah said, swallowing; Dom watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Dom closed his mouth around it, and Elijah swallowed again for him. Dom sucked on it for a few moments, then pushed Elijah back down over the desk. Dom stepped back, admiring the sight before him. Elijah looked so fucking sexy, bent over the desk, skirt around his waist and ass exposed. Dom took a deep breath, reminding himself he’d get to fuck Elijah senseless soon enough.
Dom bent over next to Elijah, trailing his tongue along the shell of his ear. His hand found its place back on his Elijah’s ass and he ran his finger up and down over Elijah’s opening, watching the beautiful way his face contorted in agony.
“Please, Dom…I mean, Professor Monaghan. Please fuck me…”
“You are such a naughty little schoolgirl,” Dom said, enjoying Elijah’s frustration. Dom pulled his hand back and slapped Elijah’s ass firmly. Elijah’s eyes flew open in surprise, his puffy pink lips forming an O. Dom continued spanking him, feeling the tender flesh warm beneath his hand. He straightened up, watching his hand connect violently with red, abused skin. He could see the outlines of his palm prints all over Elijah’s ass as he repeatedly smacked it. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. His cock was pushing painfully against the confinement of his trousers, and he finally decided play time was over.
He stopped his hand in mid-swing and watched as Elijah tensed at the anticipation of the next smack. When he didn’t feel it, he opened his red-rimmed eyes, and looked up at Dom. Dom pulled Elijah up off the desk and smashed their lips together, his glasses digging painfully into his face. Dom quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. Elijah’s hands immediately grabbed it and started pumping rapidly, but Dom pushed him away before he came.
Dom spun Elijah around, lifted up his skirt and pressed his cock teasingly against his bare ass. Elijah moaned and pushed back, but Dom moved back with him. He snaked his arm around Elijah’s body, using one hand to hold the skirt up and the other to slide his hand slowly up and down his shaft as Elijah found his lips again. Dom’s tongue darted erratically in and out of Elijah’s wanting mouth as his teeth brushed Elijah’s noisily.
Feeling Elijah start to tremble, Dom threw him back against the desk and dropped to his knees. Elijah spread his legs as Dom placed soft kisses over his red skin. Elijah made contented noises above him, while Dom spread his cheeks and licked against his opening in small circles. Elijah writhed against the desk, moaning loudly. Dom grinned as he continued running his tongue around, one of his hands fumbling in his pants pocket for the lube. As soon as he got hold of it, he stood back up and squirted some onto his fingers, leaning close to Elijah’s ear as he stuck one finger inside him.
“You look so fucking hot in a skirt,” he breathed against Elijah’s sweaty skin. “So incredibly fucking hot,” he said, emphasizing each word with another thrust with his finger. He added a second finger, working Elijah open. Removing his fingers, he nudged the tip of his cock against Elijah’s opening.
“Oh fucking hell, yes. God, Dom. Please, fuck me now. Please…” Elijah begged, pushing back against him. Dom wasted no time thrusting quickly in, burying himself inside Elijah. Elijah screamed out, desperately searching for something to hold onto, but doing nothing but clawing at the wood. “Oh fuck. Yes. Dom. Fuck,” Elijah babbled incoherently. Dom remained still for a few moments as he placed kisses all along Elijah’s neck. “Dom, please. Move…”
Dom started slowly moving in and out, driving himself and Elijah mad. He closed his eyes as he felt Elijah contract around him, and Dom couldn’t draw it out anymore. Speeding up, he thrust madly into Elijah, rocking the desk against the floor underneath them. Elijah moaned beneath him, nonsense words spilling over his lips and Dom suddenly had the urge to speak German. He leaned close to Elijah’s ear and whispered in German.
“Fuck, Dom. Keep speaking to me like that.” Reaching around, Dom grabbed Elijah’s cock and slid his hand quickly up and down as he continued whispering foreign words into Elijah’s ear. Dom could feel Elijah starting to shudder around him, and pushed deeper and deeper inside him.
“You feel so fucking good, Lij. Come for me, baby,” Dom said in English, just as Elijah squeezed himself around Dom and came in his hand, screaming obscenities. Dom placed kisses along Elijah’s neck as he thrust in a few more times. “Ich liebe dich,” he whispered as he pushed in a final time, coming deep inside Elijah.
Dom and Elijah both fell in a mass of limbs, sweat, and sex onto the floor. Dom placed more kisses along Elijah’s sweaty face, lifting his chin to catch his lips in a soft kiss.
“I love you, too,” Elijah said, wrapping his arms around Dom’s middle. Dom pulled the remaining bow from Elijah’s hair and twirled it between his fingers.
“You make a fucking hot catholic schoolgirl,” Dom commented. Elijah grabbed the bow from his grasp and placed it in Dom’s hair.
“I can’t wait to see what you look like.”
~Fin
Author:
thepsychicclamPairing: Dom/Lij
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom and Lij roleplay and Lij crossdresses.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
A/N: Thanks to the lovely
lyricalnights for the quick betaAs Elijah walked into the house and threw his keys and cell down, he noticed a pile of clothes on the table. On top was a note from Dom telling him to put them on and meet him in the guest bedroom they used for an office. Elijah pulled the garments up one by one, horrified. What the fuck did Dom have in mind? For a minute he refused to even entertain the idea of putting on the outfit. But, staring at the pile on the table, he grew increasingly more curious and horny.
Questioning his sanity, he pulled his shirt over his head and slipped on the white button up.
-
Elijah stopped in front of the bedroom door, adjusting the plaid skirt around him. He didn’t know how women did it. From the kitchen to the bedroom door, it had already managed to ride up.
He felt ridiculous in his outfit – no, costume. Anything that required him to wear white bows in his hair got labeled a costume.
Opening the door slowly, he tried not to trip in the clunky Mary Janes. Dom was sitting at the desk, glasses perched on his nose, reading. Elijah opened his mouth to say something, but Dom held up his hand.
“Late again, I see.” Dom stood up and walked around the desk, shaking his head. “What am I to do with you, Elijah?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Elijah said timidly, completely lost as to what he was supposed to say in this scenario. “I won’t be late again.”
“You’re damn right you won’t be late to class again. What did I tell you last time would be your punishment if you were late again?” Dom leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms across his chest and extending his long legs in front of him. Elijah could only stare at him. He’d never seen Dom dressed like he was in a crisp, neat suit. And those glasses. Fuck.
“Um…I don’t remember, professor.” Elijah cast his eyes down, drawing lines awkwardly with the toe of his shoe, cursing silently as his stocking slid down his leg. He bent over, pulling it back up, and lifted his eyes and caught Dom licking his lips unconsciously. Elijah stepped closer to Dom, trying his best to look innocent. “What is my punishment?”
“You are a cheeky little student.” Dom picked up the ruler lying on the desk beside him and slapped Elijah’s arm hard.
“Ow!” Elijah yelped before he realized it was all part of the game. He then extended his hand to Dom, who took it in his own and gave it five quick smacks.
“That was just for your cheekiness. It doesn’t even begin to punish you for being late.” Dom grabbed Elijah and threw him face first into the desk. Elijah caught himself before his nose crashed into the hard wood. He looked over his shoulder, but Dom hit his cheek. “Keep looking straight.”
“And if I don’t?” Elijah countered, becoming bolder. Dom pressed his body against Elijah’s, causing him to moan as Dom ground his hard-on against Elijah’s ass. Elijah suddenly became painfully aware of his own erect cock, caught between his body and the desk.
“Did you like that, you little brat?” Dom growled into Elijah’s ear. He gripped Elijah’s cheeks roughly between his fingers and pressed their lips together. Elijah’s tongue urgently invaded Dom’s mouth, needing to feel something, anything, because if not he was going to go insane. Dom indulged him for a moment before biting down on his lower lip. Elijah pulled away in surprise, and Dom smirked at him.
“Now,” Dom said, bending and running his hands from Elijah’s stocking clad calves, over his trembling knees, up under his short skirt where he dutifully had on no underwear. “This is interesting.” Dom lifted the skirt up, exposing Elijah’s bare ass. Elijah instinctively spread his legs apart and leaned further over the desk. Dom rubbed one hand over the smooth flesh and down the cleft, brushing his opening with a finger. Elijah bucked back, but Dom just made a tsking sound. “No, my little schoolgirl. This is punishment.”
Elijah moaned in frustration and attempted to grind against the desk, but Dom gripped his hips forcefully, (Elijah somewhere in his brain realizing he’d have bruises in the morning), and pulled him away. He wrapped his arm around Elijah’s body, grabbing his throbbing cock in his hand and spreading the small amount of precum over the head. Elijah exhaled audibly, making a sound Dom thought was somewhere between a cry and a scream, and wanted to hit Dom for holding his hips stationary so he couldn’t move against that hand. He was left tormented as Dom circled his thumb so everfucking slow around the tip of his cock. Dom’s teeth slowly kneaded the back of Elijah’s neck, bruising the pale skin beautifully. They almost forgot about their game, but Dom wasn’t that far gone and released Elijah, who whimpered.
“Please, Dom…” Elijah pleaded, arms shaking as he attempted to hold himself upright.
“I did not give you permission to be so informal with me,” Dom said, pulling Elijah up by the hair and knocking out one of his white bows. “I’m Professor Monaghan to you.”
“I’m sorry, Professor Monaghan,” Elijah said, swallowing; Dom watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Dom closed his mouth around it, and Elijah swallowed again for him. Dom sucked on it for a few moments, then pushed Elijah back down over the desk. Dom stepped back, admiring the sight before him. Elijah looked so fucking sexy, bent over the desk, skirt around his waist and ass exposed. Dom took a deep breath, reminding himself he’d get to fuck Elijah senseless soon enough.
Dom bent over next to Elijah, trailing his tongue along the shell of his ear. His hand found its place back on his Elijah’s ass and he ran his finger up and down over Elijah’s opening, watching the beautiful way his face contorted in agony.
“Please, Dom…I mean, Professor Monaghan. Please fuck me…”
“You are such a naughty little schoolgirl,” Dom said, enjoying Elijah’s frustration. Dom pulled his hand back and slapped Elijah’s ass firmly. Elijah’s eyes flew open in surprise, his puffy pink lips forming an O. Dom continued spanking him, feeling the tender flesh warm beneath his hand. He straightened up, watching his hand connect violently with red, abused skin. He could see the outlines of his palm prints all over Elijah’s ass as he repeatedly smacked it. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. His cock was pushing painfully against the confinement of his trousers, and he finally decided play time was over.
He stopped his hand in mid-swing and watched as Elijah tensed at the anticipation of the next smack. When he didn’t feel it, he opened his red-rimmed eyes, and looked up at Dom. Dom pulled Elijah up off the desk and smashed their lips together, his glasses digging painfully into his face. Dom quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. Elijah’s hands immediately grabbed it and started pumping rapidly, but Dom pushed him away before he came.
Dom spun Elijah around, lifted up his skirt and pressed his cock teasingly against his bare ass. Elijah moaned and pushed back, but Dom moved back with him. He snaked his arm around Elijah’s body, using one hand to hold the skirt up and the other to slide his hand slowly up and down his shaft as Elijah found his lips again. Dom’s tongue darted erratically in and out of Elijah’s wanting mouth as his teeth brushed Elijah’s noisily.
Feeling Elijah start to tremble, Dom threw him back against the desk and dropped to his knees. Elijah spread his legs as Dom placed soft kisses over his red skin. Elijah made contented noises above him, while Dom spread his cheeks and licked against his opening in small circles. Elijah writhed against the desk, moaning loudly. Dom grinned as he continued running his tongue around, one of his hands fumbling in his pants pocket for the lube. As soon as he got hold of it, he stood back up and squirted some onto his fingers, leaning close to Elijah’s ear as he stuck one finger inside him.
“You look so fucking hot in a skirt,” he breathed against Elijah’s sweaty skin. “So incredibly fucking hot,” he said, emphasizing each word with another thrust with his finger. He added a second finger, working Elijah open. Removing his fingers, he nudged the tip of his cock against Elijah’s opening.
“Oh fucking hell, yes. God, Dom. Please, fuck me now. Please…” Elijah begged, pushing back against him. Dom wasted no time thrusting quickly in, burying himself inside Elijah. Elijah screamed out, desperately searching for something to hold onto, but doing nothing but clawing at the wood. “Oh fuck. Yes. Dom. Fuck,” Elijah babbled incoherently. Dom remained still for a few moments as he placed kisses all along Elijah’s neck. “Dom, please. Move…”
Dom started slowly moving in and out, driving himself and Elijah mad. He closed his eyes as he felt Elijah contract around him, and Dom couldn’t draw it out anymore. Speeding up, he thrust madly into Elijah, rocking the desk against the floor underneath them. Elijah moaned beneath him, nonsense words spilling over his lips and Dom suddenly had the urge to speak German. He leaned close to Elijah’s ear and whispered in German.
“Fuck, Dom. Keep speaking to me like that.” Reaching around, Dom grabbed Elijah’s cock and slid his hand quickly up and down as he continued whispering foreign words into Elijah’s ear. Dom could feel Elijah starting to shudder around him, and pushed deeper and deeper inside him.
“You feel so fucking good, Lij. Come for me, baby,” Dom said in English, just as Elijah squeezed himself around Dom and came in his hand, screaming obscenities. Dom placed kisses along Elijah’s neck as he thrust in a few more times. “Ich liebe dich,” he whispered as he pushed in a final time, coming deep inside Elijah.
Dom and Elijah both fell in a mass of limbs, sweat, and sex onto the floor. Dom placed more kisses along Elijah’s sweaty face, lifting his chin to catch his lips in a soft kiss.
“I love you, too,” Elijah said, wrapping his arms around Dom’s middle. Dom pulled the remaining bow from Elijah’s hair and twirled it between his fingers.
“You make a fucking hot catholic schoolgirl,” Dom commented. Elijah grabbed the bow from his grasp and placed it in Dom’s hair.
“I can’t wait to see what you look like.”
~Fin
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I'm a kink whore, and that was just unbelievable. *begs for more*
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Wow.
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Oh the visuals!!!!! What a hot fic!!! Phew!
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