Big Book Of Nanosmiffy One Shots

10 Minutes (N)

TW: Smut

She hadn't really expected Smith to take the offer seriously. She was more than happy to go around wearing a really cool hat all day, especially whilst the sun was so bright outside.

Yet as soon as she got inside she was gripped by the wrists and yanked into a cupboard. The door shut behind her and she would've called out, but there was suddenly soft lips on hers, one slimy green hand reaching up to cup her cheek and the other around her waist. It was horribly awkward since he had to bend quite a ways to kiss her, but luckily, Smith had a solution; he bent a little ways to find purchase on her tiny frame, and lifted, carrying her to a wall that didn't have mops and brooms hanging off it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, immensely enjoying the feeling of being stuck between a rock and a hard place (literally).

His lips moved from hers to her neck, his wet kisses ranging from just below her ear to the hollow at the base of her neck. He rutted against her once, twice, and she sighed in appreciation. His hands guided her arms around his neck, then trailed back along them, reaching at the bottom of her shirt and sliding his hands up her back, unclasping her bra. He pushed it and her shirt up, trailing his his kisses from her collarbone down across her cleavage and onto her right breast, being excruciatingly gentle. He fumbled a bit, trying to undo the button on her jeans with one hand, but he managed it in the end, simultaneously setting her down gently and turning so his back was against the wall.

He covered her mouth with one hand and unzipped her with the other, teasing his way across the waistline of her underwear. She gasped, already feeling lightheaded. He leant down to kiss at her neck and shoulders, sliding his way down ever so slowly. She wanted to scream at him to hurry up, but at the same time she could just imagine the teasing going on forever and ending on the mother of all orgasms. Fuck, yes.

It was an age until his middle finger reached her clit and he moved in slow, gentle circles. She nearly came undone then and there, half-whine-half moaning into his hand. He laughed against her neck, his breath tickling in a very... not-unpleasant way.

She could tell by the very obvious erection rubbing at her bum that he was getting very needy. The kisses turned to nibble and the slow gentle circles got rougher and faster, she raised her hands up to tangle them in his hair along the back of his neck, trying desperately to control her breathing and get ever closer to the edge. She was so goddamn close, too close when there was a very loud, obnoxious siren. Suddenly Smith pulled away, wiping his hand on his jeans and making a face. "Thanks, mate." He said, winking. He tapped his phone and the siren stopped.

It took a full minute for Kim to gather herself, but when she did she was hell-bent on either forcing him into her crotch for a warm last meal, or skipping dinner and going straight for decapitation.

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