Love Sick Fanfics of the juicier kind

Tiger replenished

[The continuation of the Baby Deer vs. Tiger - That same night... - after chapter 59 in the novel.]

"Adorable?" Huh?

Somehow, everything I do seems to be considered adorable by my jerk of a boyfriend.

Okay, I guess it's not such a bad thing to be appreciated, but "adorable"...?

That kinda hurts my pride as a guy, you know! Besides, who the hell finds that adorable...? "Ticklish"? The "carpet is ticklish" is adorable?

Omigod Noooooh! How the fuck could I say that?! I'm so lame! And wait... not sleep?

No sleep at ALL tonight? Are you fu...

My chain of thoughts is interrupted by Phun (the jerk who finds me so adorable) yanking me by the arm and with a smooth move he turns me around, pushes me down on the bed, dives on top of me and catches my mouth in a deep kiss - all in one go. He's even got his tactics perfected down to the smallest detail. (Maybe I should take notes?)

   Just like that, he works his magic and I'm melting into that familiar puddle of mush that he transforms me into far too easily. He knows me (and my damn disobedient body) too well by now.

I was intent on being stubborn and keeping my hard-to-get act up for a little while longer, but I can already sense that it's going to be hard, if not down right doomed from the beginning.
   It wasn't in my plans to get down and dirty tonight, but Phun's tricks seem to persuade this anarchist body of mine much faster than anticipated.
   I can already feel it stir deep inside - that feeling that can only be evoked by Phun.

Like a small ember starting to glow, it is steadily and rapidly growing into the full blown fire I know is coming. And along with that fire, my body starts responding to his, like it always does.

I would have expected slow and thorough, as usual, since Phun likes to take his time teasing me until I'm at the point of almost begging for it. (I know. It makes me cringe too. >_< )

However, "slow and thorough" doesn't seem to be in the plans for tonight since he is going completely wild.

His kisses and his roaming hands are getting rougher by the second, as he fumbles with his belt and fly, already having gotten mine undone.
Then our shorts and boxers are suddenly tugged down just far enough in order for him to be able to grab us both in his hand.
   He's not joking around - he's rough, he's impatient, he's desperate - and I can't fight it.

I'm swept along. It's just too good, just too much and I lose it, unable to think of a good reason to slow down. I can hardly remember when it was like this last, this frenzied race to get off, but whatever.

Our mouths still locked in a bruising kiss, he's hot and hard against me as his hand works wonders and the last thought to enter my mind before we both explode is, "Fuck! Our clothes will get all dirty".

They did.

As we lay there, panting, trying to get our pulse and breathing under control, Phun on top of me, I voice out my wonders.

-"What was that all about...? That was fast... hell, I'm not complaining or anything, but it's kinda' unusual for you to be quite this desperate."