°All you need is love°

Courtney x Duncan (lemon)

(NOT MINE)

“I want to go to bed,” she said, staring deeply into his eyes. Courtney started playing with the tie that was still wrapped around his neck from the interview.

“It’s only like seven.” Duncan cursed himself for saying so.

“I want to go to bed,” Courtney repeated, tugging on the tie that was now wrapped around her fist, pulling Duncan face against hers. “And you’re coming with me.” She moved her hand from his tie to his hand, not giving Duncan time to think about what he wanted to do in this situation. Courtney walked them both into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind her.

There wasn’t really a plan to follow because Courtney herself was making this up as she went along. She hadn’t intended to tell Duncan that this was how their night was going to go, but after all the revelations that the day had brought, Courtney needed some comforting. Beside fighting robots, this was the only form of comfort she knew.

“Kiss me,” she whispered against his lips, her hands running up and down his arms. Duncan swallowed hard, but he couldn’t deny himself this after all the thoughts that had gone through his teenage boy mind in the past six weeks they had spent together. He sloppily covered her mouth with his own, not bothering with being a gentleman in the moment. His hands found her ass and her tongue found his mouth.

Courtney undid the tie and tossed it aside, her fingers working quickly to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Pulling the sleeves down his arms, Duncan made quick work to throw it aside. Courtney pushed her hands into Duncan’s Mohawk, yanking on the ends until he let out a low growl. He hoisted her legs around his waist, supporting her weight with his hands firmly planted on her ass. Duncan walked them over to the bed where he tossed her down. The lusted look shared between them was not missed as Courtney frantically moved to rid Duncan of his pants with one hand as the other rubbed the growing bulge behind the zipper. His hands wound into her hair, pulling her closer to him. Once his pants had fallen to the floor, Courtney clamped her teeth around the elastic of his boxer shorts, leaning her head back so they could lock eyes again. Duncan’s breathe caught in his throat and he combed his fingers through her hair. She released his boxers and scrambled to her feet, standing on the edge of the bed. Duncan wrapped his arms around her waist, using one hand to pull their bodies flush against each other and the other to toy with the zipper on her dress. Courtney instinctively pulled his tongue into her mouth, her nails lightly scratching at his shoulders.

When Duncan had finally undone Courtney’s little black dress, he pulled the sleeves down her arms, to which she made no protest, letting it fall into a puddle around her ankles. As Courtney hurriedly kicked her dress onto the floor, Duncan did the same with his pants. He used the hand that wasn’t resting on her waist to to pull on the back of Courtney’s knee. She fell backwards onto the pile of pillows and Duncan slid his body over hers. Her legs found his waist again and her arms refused to let his mouth ease up on hers. Their constant fight for attention from the other was evident with all the moans of pleasure escaping both of their mouths, each one louder than before.

Duncan’s arm wriggled behind Courtney’s back as she arched her body against his. He made quick work of ridding her of her bra, throwing it towards the rest of their clothes. The punk moved his mouth from Courtney and lowered is to her left breast. Her dark nipple was erect, showing him the effect he was having on her body. He took it in his mouth, grazing his teeth along the sides to get a reaction from her- and he did. Courtney threw her head back, a long moan flying from her throat. Duncan continued to suckle on one nipple and used his fingers to tease the other one, swapping every so often until Courtney was screaming his name in pleasure.

Their mouths clashed together once again and Duncan moved his tactic to sliding his hand down the front of Courtney’s panties. She bit his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and sucking deeply. It drove Duncan crazy. His fingers were getting comfortable lying against her wet folds and Courtney wriggled her body in hopes to get him to stop teasing her. He moved his middle and index fingers to trace patterns in her wetness. Courtney was gasping for air, her nails digging into Duncan’s back. He didn’t care and continued to tease her, running his fingers along her slit and playing with her clit, rubbing it between his two fingers until she was back to screaming his name all over again. Duncan took the opportunity to slip his fingers into her opening, earning more moans of his name.

“Duncan, please…” Courtney begged with a whimper, her eyes squeezed tightly shut to avoid eye contact with him. Her legs were squirming, her toes curling to dig into the bed sheets.
Duncan pulled his hand out of her panties and pulled Courtney onto his lap, sucking on her neck as she grinded their hips together.

“I-I don’t have any-”

“Don’t worry,” Courtney said breathlessly. “I get shots.”

Her hands found their way into his hair again and hips moved faster. Duncan flipped them so he was on his back and she was on top. Their mouths connected again and Duncan shimmied Courtney’s panties down her ass, letting her do the rest. Courtney did away with her undergarment with ease and set about ridding Duncan of his. He lifted his body off the bed and Courtney slid the boxer briefs down his legs, discarding them in the general direction of the rest of the clothes.
Courtney continued to take charge, moving her body so that her knees were resting on either side of Duncan’s torso. He ran his hands up and down her thighs as she took his fully erect penis in her hand, positioning him where he needed to be. Courtney lowered herself down, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It had been a long time since she had last done this.

“Fuck, Princess,” Duncan gasped as she clenched herself around him. Courtney leaned her body forward and they both moaned each others names. She gripped her hands onto Duncan’s shoulders, shifting her hips until she was comfortable. Duncan used the pillows as leverage, nipping and sucking along Courtney’s jaw and neck. She rocked her hips and back and fore, gently at first, but gaining more speed every time Duncan sunk his teeth into her skin.

It didn’t take long for Duncan to grow bored of this arrangement and for him to swap them around again. Courtney squealed as her dug his own nails into her sides, holding her in place as he flipped them over again. Courtney was now on her back, flat against the bed, and Duncan was leaning over her. He was still inside her and didn’t waste any time pumping his hips as fast as he could. Courtney kept one leg hoisted around his waist while her nails scratched unintelligible patterns into his back.

It wasn’t long before he was panting for release. Duncan stuffed his face into Courtney’s shoulder, mumbling her name as he came inside her. Courtney, sweat collecting along her hairline, was struggling for breath, but still clung to Duncan as if he was her lifeline. The punk brushed a kiss across Courtney’s shoulder as he positioned himself on his elbows, staring down at her face. Courtney weakly ran a hand through his disheveled Mohawk, closing her eyes and basking in the after glow of her much needed comfort. Duncan pulled away and rolled to the side, cleaning himself up with the tissues from the nightstand as his partner made herself comfortable under the sheets. He made a move to head toward the bathroom, but Courtney tugged on his wrist.

“Stay here,” she mumbled sleepily. Duncan wanted to protest, but part of him knew better. He ended up crawling in beside her, letting Courtney lay her head in the crook of his arm as he brushed her hair back from her face. Before he knew it, Duncan was drifting off to sleep too.