( from here: no one in dwrp does strap anymore it's a dying art form )
[ there was no denying his swift attraction to lottie. there was a lot that he genuinely enjoyed about her. the way she spoke candidly (albeit, with terminology he didnβt always fully grasp), the way she was straightforward and a bit cautious all at once, her general allure? to be honest, he didnβt know exactly how to word the way he taken by her. he was more accustomed to operating by gut than by actual logic or reason, and it likely showed in all his impulses. including this one.
considering his own origins and being a demigod in a period of time where gods were so perceivably β¦ honrty, it likely isnβt a complete surprise that achilles considered himself fairly open as well. so it wasnβt all too weird for him to suggest they try something a little different. though, to be honest, between their discussions, he isnβt sure if heβs prompted this, or they somehow discovered this mutual intrigue together.
whatever the case was, achilles was already sitting on the bed with his shirt off. his pants were still on, if just to ponder over the actual logistics of this. it wasnβt that complicated, but he supposed it was one of those matters where they needed to build up to the tension. any good battle was the same way.
which is why, heβs grasping her hand in his, his fingers going over her knuckles as leans down and places a brief kiss on it. ] So, are we going to do this thing, Miss Goddess? [ itβs a nickname heβs somehow attributed to her. it may have been kind of corny, but he liked the idea of praising her, and calling her as such made him feel closer to her somehow. as if they shared a similar background or life. ]
[ He holds her hand and she feels her cheeks edge hot, his lips brushing against her knuckles. Lottie wonders if he can feel how sweaty her palm is, or feel the blood pumping through her veins even faster than usual. He calls her Miss Goddess and only then do her eyes flick up to look at his eyes, breath shuddering. Do this thing.. The 'thing'. Right. The thing. Who even suggested it?
Truthfully, it's hard to remember who suggested it first β whether it was him or her.Lottie remembers when this idea got into her own head, clear as day.
Sunny mentioned something Ashley (Meg's horndog weirdo fiance) said to him at the gym when she was bored and nosey... That he wanted to, quote unquote, 'get pegged up the butt by a hot ass chick'. She left Sunny on read after that, even when he double texted her the second he realized what she was doing. Lottie laid in her bed for what feels like hours before googling all her bad (interesting? New?) ideas. There was a period of time where she would stare at her folder of selfies she took with Achilles and zoom in on his face, just wondering. Sweating. Mainly wondering. She couldn't ask her friends about it, couldn't ask her mother, her sisters, or her fans.. So she asked the next best thing.
Reddit.
(She makes a post with a throwaway account that starts with: "I want to peg somebody, what do I do?") ]
Um, um... Sorry, you asked me a question β [ Yes, she has been staring at him this entire time, vaguely wondering what he'd look like beneath her. And then, does she look pretty when she's under him? ] Y-yes, of course. Of course we're gonna do this thing.
[ For the past week she's stayed awake every night thinking to herself, 'Am I going to fuck Achilles?'. Just staring up at her ceiling in nerves and excitement and worries. After her romp on the internet, she feels more ready, more knowledgeable. Still just as nervous. The hand he's just kissed flips and puts his hand atop hers. She's not sure what really compels her, but she brings that hand up to kiss it, too. A lipstick mark of pretty peach is left behind. She lips her lips, gently guides his hand down to hold it atop her bed sheets. ]
I just can't believe we're really doing this.. I'm, [ Her thumb brushes little circles atop his skin, doe eyes looking up at him beneath her lashes. ] excited?
[ fortunately, achilles was fairly easygoing. even if he had known the origins of this idea, it likely wouldnβt affect his drive and desire any. to be honest, heβs not even sure if he could place a face to some of the names of lottieβs acquaintances— ashley whomst? it probably didn't help that at times, he could be fairly absentminded when it came to affairs outside of combat. but, that aside, heβs kind of touched by their shared intimacy. in the trust and bond that they have. he wasnβt one to be sentimental, per se, but itβs nice to see that she was comfortable enough around him to be clear with her wants.
if she had stated her thoughts, achilles could have easily reassured her. but, instead, he peers up at her as she works through her own nerves. he guesses it was even on both their ends. the brief touch of doubt and apprehension at the unknown. but, as much as anything, thereβs definite excitement that bubbles beneath the surface.
hence, thereβs a hint of his usual grin as she kisses his hand, and then presses their hands together against the bed. the feel of her sheets beneath his hand is almost cool to the touch compared to the heat shared between their bodies. instinctively, he almost slips out of grasp if just to pull her close to him in his embrace, but he just barely catches himself and keeps himself in line to their present task. ] Same. But, I feel like if there was any anyone that would get the best of me, it'd have to be you. [ he says these sorts of lines which ease, if just because he was bold by nature and not held back by sentiments of shame.
but, that said, he does permit himself to just be held in place by her. with that said— ] I admit it gets me going to think of what you'd look like over me. [ not that she hasn't been over him before, but this was kind of separate to that. he doesn't see his own appeal in being under her, not because he lacked confidence, but just because if she was on top, she'd obviously be the main show, right?
[ So cheesy. So corny. It makes her smile wider, all the same, when he speaks it into existence. He makes Lottie pegging him sound like something valiant and noble, or cool. Like this is about to be the most romantic thing straight out of a delightful romcom. He gets her blushing, painting a simple but effective picture for her: him writhing beneath her, her hands splayed on the sheets on either side of his head. Or maybe she can do what he does when he wants to make her shake and cry β Lottie imagines it quickly, how she would hook his legs atop her shoulders and talk at him, all nice and sweet, until he begs (and babbles, and his toes curl).
Her expression is soft, snorting to herself after she realizes what she's been doing. Fantasizing. He's right here β ]
Ohhh, you mean like this?
[ There's a kiss that goes to the corner of his lip, the hand that isn't atop his own gently pushing his back to rest on her sheets. Her hair provides a luxurious curtain when she hovers over him, effectively crowding him. The fancy lighting of her room is practically dimmed with the way she makes herself the center of attention, not quite straddling but more so leaning over the bulk of him. It allows him the sight of a very lacy bra peeking out beneath her low cut top, one that she's opted to keep on until they're in the thick of it (or until he asks nicely, usually she waits for that one).
She, reluctantly, lets that hand of his go, moving to slowly climb atop that bed of hers. Her hand, delicate and dainty, moves to pool all her hair over a shoulder so she can close the distance and kiss him. She is positively sweet on him, not in any rush or hurry when their lips meet. Lottie indulges in his taste for a few moments, idly thinking: why can't this be a romantic moment in a delightful romcom? ]
[ it's hard not to get carried in his own thoughts and impulses. when she comes in and presses him against the sheets, there's something instantly carnal that arises in him. nothing is happening yet and he feels himself being aroused by his own sense of growing anticipation. he sees the peek of lace beneath her top and he find himself envisioning her removing it. for him. ... an act he's already resigned himself to ask for later. (apparently she knows him better than he thought).
admittedly, he's never really felt he had good luck, and yet he feels now more than ever that he was more of a lucky bastard than he gave himself credit for. a thought that seems belated considering all they've shared, but it's a thought that causes him to break into a smile as they share in yet another kiss. it's more tender than he expects and it actually makes him a bit more shy than he's ever been. no maybe shy wasn't the right word, but it does give him good enough pause.
enough where he realizes he might have just been stupidly staring for a good second, before he finally regains his bearings. the next time their lips just pull apart, he speaks softly, a bit out of breath: ] Yeah, that's it. [ it's not that he's hard to read, but she always seemed to know just how to rile him up. not that he required much considering how he's been looking forward to this. ] But, do you think it's too early for me to start begging?
[ but that said, it's hard to deny that he's hard just from exchanging kisses with her. he can't imagine how much more she intends to do with him and imagining her taking such complete control over him is... beyond hot. but, considering she's been making it a point to be so sweet, he continues: ]
[ They part, and Lottie grins down at him. Not that she isn't particularly breathless herself (her capacity for air is plenty small as it is, even smaller when her favorite man is beneath her), she's too busy feeling amused at his soft reply beside her lips. She's happy he's being so honest, so responsive, because it makes her feel more confident in turn. Like she's doing something right, making him so flustered.
..And, hm, hard. There's a goofy, self satisfied, tint to her grin when she brushes up against his length. It happens when her hand reaches back to coyly, ''accidentally'', palm him β she's proud to see she's still got it, even when she's winging it. There's a hum as her hand lingers on him, lets him become familiar with the weight of it, the sight of her pretty nails, resting atop his clothed cock. Enough pressure to give stimulation, not enough to give him much of anything other than want. ]
..Say please.
[ She thinks by now he knows her personal opinion on begging (early is in fact, never early enough), and he almost sways her. Keyword: almost. ]
Say please, and I'll do it.
i feel like this is the weirdest time to tag this back, but... cries
[ by his books, anything she does would probably constitute as right to him. granted, he's always been relatively broad-minded, not that how adventurous he was or wasn't played a large role in this. in his mind, she was perfect and could do no wrong. well, that could be a bit exaggerated, but it's undeniable that she was a proficient in riling him up.
the touch, whether on accident or on purpose doesn't really matter. he feels it and involuntarily he tenses slightly. it's hard to hold back how good it feels just to be touched, though it's clear that this act is meant to be more teasing than it is meant to provide him any real relief. a fact that he tries not to feel too resentful about, especially considering her next words. ] Is... that all? [ he says softly, mostly too himself,
before just barely catching himself. he clears his throat. his voice clear, not really shying away at the prospect of asking to have her. ] Please... [ not trying to sound desperate, but he definitely is and how stunted his own words sounded likely exhibited that. ]
Please take it off. [ as if to punctuate his next point, he looks down at her hand. ] I'm honestly dying, Lottie.
AUYGEF it is NEVER a weird time and also dont cry... just accept my tag :mine69:
[ He says it mostly to himself, but Lottie is more than close enough to hear it. She doesn't tease him over it, though β she's confident she's had her own equally stupefied, equally elated, moments when he's riling her up, pressing every button he's come to lovingly know. Her lips do spread wider, her pearly whites on display as he visibly, cutely, works through the pros and cons. She likes how hard he's trying to be put together. She really likes it.
(Wow, so this is what it feels like when the shoe is on the other foot? Lottie could do this all day. She's killing it!) ]
'Kay. [ She sees his lashes lower, knows where his eyes are, and she presses firmer. Cups him as she hums a pretty tune, brows pinching because she can't help but imagine how he'd feel inside her as she rubs along his length. ] Since you asked nicely.
[ If it were just the 'please', she might've held on for a bit longer.. But it's his admission of how he's dying that really spurs her to lean back, arch her back as she peels off her shirt. As per Lottie fashion, it is a whole show, orchestrated by everything she knows he already adores β shimmery skin, her delicate waist that dips down into shapely hips. And her bra, one of her favorites that accentuates her tits just right (he's definitely seen this one, before, can surmise she is wearing the matching panties beneath her shorts). Her eyes are trained on his face when her gaze isn't obscured by cloth, eager and breathless in her own way when she sits beside him. ]
Like 'em? [ Yes, she is wholeheartedly seeking her own approval and praise, here (and is, hm, also framing her tits with her own hands, lifting them up from beneath the cup of her bra). Lottie absolutely wants to hear him say she looks nice, sitting here with her panties damp and her cleavage on full display. She pats at his thigh, her telling him to scoot on up and get comfy, maybe take himself out if he desires. ] I picked this one out special tonight.
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[ there was no denying his swift attraction to lottie. there was a lot that he genuinely enjoyed about her. the way she spoke candidly (albeit, with terminology he didnβt always fully grasp), the way she was straightforward and a bit cautious all at once, her general allure? to be honest, he didnβt know exactly how to word the way he taken by her. he was more accustomed to operating by gut than by actual logic or reason, and it likely showed in all his impulses. including this one.
considering his own origins and being a demigod in a period of time where gods were so perceivably β¦ honrty, it likely isnβt a complete surprise that achilles considered himself fairly open as well. so it wasnβt all too weird for him to suggest they try something a little different. though, to be honest, between their discussions, he isnβt sure if heβs prompted this, or they somehow discovered this mutual intrigue together.
whatever the case was, achilles was already sitting on the bed with his shirt off. his pants were still on, if just to ponder over the actual logistics of this. it wasnβt that complicated, but he supposed it was one of those matters where they needed to build up to the tension. any good battle was the same way.
which is why, heβs grasping her hand in his, his fingers going over her knuckles as leans down and places a brief kiss on it. ] So, are we going to do this thing, Miss Goddess? [ itβs a nickname heβs somehow attributed to her. it may have been kind of corny, but he liked the idea of praising her, and calling her as such made him feel closer to her somehow. as if they shared a similar background or life. ]
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Truthfully, it's hard to remember who suggested it first β whether it was him or her.Lottie remembers when this idea got into her own head, clear as day.
Sunny mentioned something Ashley (Meg's horndog weirdo fiance) said to him at the gym when she was bored and nosey... That he wanted to, quote unquote, 'get pegged up the butt by a hot ass chick'. She left Sunny on read after that, even when he double texted her the second he realized what she was doing. Lottie laid in her bed for what feels like hours before googling all her bad (interesting? New?) ideas. There was a period of time where she would stare at her folder of selfies she took with Achilles and zoom in on his face, just wondering. Sweating. Mainly wondering. She couldn't ask her friends about it, couldn't ask her mother, her sisters, or her fans.. So she asked the next best thing.
Reddit.
(She makes a post with a throwaway account that starts with: "I want to peg somebody, what do I do?") ]
Um, um... Sorry, you asked me a question β [ Yes, she has been staring at him this entire time, vaguely wondering what he'd look like beneath her. And then, does she look pretty when she's under him? ] Y-yes, of course. Of course we're gonna do this thing.
[ For the past week she's stayed awake every night thinking to herself, 'Am I going to fuck Achilles?'. Just staring up at her ceiling in nerves and excitement and worries. After her romp on the internet, she feels more ready, more knowledgeable. Still just as nervous. The hand he's just kissed flips and puts his hand atop hers. She's not sure what really compels her, but she brings that hand up to kiss it, too. A lipstick mark of pretty peach is left behind. She lips her lips, gently guides his hand down to hold it atop her bed sheets. ]
I just can't believe we're really doing this.. I'm, [ Her thumb brushes little circles atop his skin, doe eyes looking up at him beneath her lashes. ] excited?
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if she had stated her thoughts, achilles could have easily reassured her. but, instead, he peers up at her as she works through her own nerves. he guesses it was even on both their ends. the brief touch of doubt and apprehension at the unknown. but, as much as anything, thereβs definite excitement that bubbles beneath the surface.
hence, thereβs a hint of his usual grin as she kisses his hand, and then presses their hands together against the bed. the feel of her sheets beneath his hand is almost cool to the touch compared to the heat shared between their bodies. instinctively, he almost slips out of grasp if just to pull her close to him in his embrace, but he just barely catches himself and keeps himself in line to their present task. ] Same. But, I feel like if there was any anyone that would get the best of me, it'd have to be you. [ he says these sorts of lines which ease, if just because he was bold by nature and not held back by sentiments of shame.
but, that said, he does permit himself to just be held in place by her. with that said— ] I admit it gets me going to think of what you'd look like over me. [ not that she hasn't been over him before, but this was kind of separate to that. he doesn't see his own appeal in being under her, not because he lacked confidence, but just because if she was on top, she'd obviously be the main show, right?
he kinda liked that. ]
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Her expression is soft, snorting to herself after she realizes what she's been doing. Fantasizing. He's right here β ]
Ohhh, you mean like this?
[ There's a kiss that goes to the corner of his lip, the hand that isn't atop his own gently pushing his back to rest on her sheets. Her hair provides a luxurious curtain when she hovers over him, effectively crowding him. The fancy lighting of her room is practically dimmed with the way she makes herself the center of attention, not quite straddling but more so leaning over the bulk of him. It allows him the sight of a very lacy bra peeking out beneath her low cut top, one that she's opted to keep on until they're in the thick of it (or until he asks nicely, usually she waits for that one).
She, reluctantly, lets that hand of his go, moving to slowly climb atop that bed of hers. Her hand, delicate and dainty, moves to pool all her hair over a shoulder so she can close the distance and kiss him. She is positively sweet on him, not in any rush or hurry when their lips meet. Lottie indulges in his taste for a few moments, idly thinking: why can't this be a romantic moment in a delightful romcom? ]
i'm sorry i am late and lost notifs
admittedly, he's never really felt he had good luck, and yet he feels now more than ever that he was more of a lucky bastard than he gave himself credit for. a thought that seems belated considering all they've shared, but it's a thought that causes him to break into a smile as they share in yet another kiss. it's more tender than he expects and it actually makes him a bit more shy than he's ever been. no maybe shy wasn't the right word, but it does give him good enough pause.
enough where he realizes he might have just been stupidly staring for a good second, before he finally regains his bearings. the next time their lips just pull apart, he speaks softly, a bit out of breath: ] Yeah, that's it. [ it's not that he's hard to read, but she always seemed to know just how to rile him up. not that he required much considering how he's been looking forward to this. ] But, do you think it's too early for me to start begging?
[ but that said, it's hard to deny that he's hard just from exchanging kisses with her. he can't imagine how much more she intends to do with him and imagining her taking such complete control over him is... beyond hot. but, considering she's been making it a point to be so sweet, he continues: ]
I want to see you take it off.
UAGFAEGDF YOURE FINE!!! dw
..And, hm, hard. There's a goofy, self satisfied, tint to her grin when she brushes up against his length. It happens when her hand reaches back to coyly, ''accidentally'', palm him β she's proud to see she's still got it, even when she's winging it. There's a hum as her hand lingers on him, lets him become familiar with the weight of it, the sight of her pretty nails, resting atop his clothed cock. Enough pressure to give stimulation, not enough to give him much of anything other than want. ]
..Say please.
[ She thinks by now he knows her personal opinion on begging (early is in fact, never early enough), and he almost sways her. Keyword: almost. ]
Say please, and I'll do it.
i feel like this is the weirdest time to tag this back, but... cries
the touch, whether on accident or on purpose doesn't really matter. he feels it and involuntarily he tenses slightly. it's hard to hold back how good it feels just to be touched, though it's clear that this act is meant to be more teasing than it is meant to provide him any real relief. a fact that he tries not to feel too resentful about, especially considering her next words. ] Is... that all? [ he says softly, mostly too himself,
before just barely catching himself. he clears his throat. his voice clear, not really shying away at the prospect of asking to have her. ] Please... [ not trying to sound desperate, but he definitely is and how stunted his own words sounded likely exhibited that. ]
Please take it off. [ as if to punctuate his next point, he looks down at her hand. ] I'm honestly dying, Lottie.
AUYGEF it is NEVER a weird time and also dont cry... just accept my tag :mine69:
(Wow, so this is what it feels like when the shoe is on the other foot? Lottie could do this all day. She's killing it!) ]
'Kay. [ She sees his lashes lower, knows where his eyes are, and she presses firmer. Cups him as she hums a pretty tune, brows pinching because she can't help but imagine how he'd feel inside her as she rubs along his length. ] Since you asked nicely.
[ If it were just the 'please', she might've held on for a bit longer.. But it's his admission of how he's dying that really spurs her to lean back, arch her back as she peels off her shirt. As per Lottie fashion, it is a whole show, orchestrated by everything she knows he already adores β shimmery skin, her delicate waist that dips down into shapely hips. And her bra, one of her favorites that accentuates her tits just right (he's definitely seen this one, before, can surmise she is wearing the matching panties beneath her shorts). Her eyes are trained on his face when her gaze isn't obscured by cloth, eager and breathless in her own way when she sits beside him. ]
Like 'em? [ Yes, she is wholeheartedly seeking her own approval and praise, here (and is, hm, also framing her tits with her own hands, lifting them up from beneath the cup of her bra). Lottie absolutely wants to hear him say she looks nice, sitting here with her panties damp and her cleavage on full display. She pats at his thigh, her telling him to scoot on up and get comfy, maybe take himself out if he desires. ] I picked this one out special tonight.