[ so the very first time poe called her a "good girl" in the heat of the moment, gwen's brain had just a minor malfunction. part of her wanted to protest, or laugh, or- something, but a much louder part of her, the part that ultimately won out, wanted to play along and lean into it as much and as often as poe was willing to play along with her. but the first time he called her "his good girl", well. she basically lost her fucking mind. and just like that first time, there's that gut-punch of a thrill that melts into something almost... sweeter? because yeah, she's sure the fact that she really does want to be his good girl is more than a little telling. it's predictable and cliche, and probably downright textbook, considering all she ever wants to do is the "right thing". it was something she always struggled with, spending so much time trying to prove herself because she never felt like she was doing enough or giving enough. but then poe went and found a way to turn that insecurity into something really sexy, so like. she's okay with being cliche.
his fingers skim over hers and god, she just wants to feel him everywhere, but the direct path that hand takes and where it ultimately ends up is actually totally fine by her. if she can't have his hands everywhere, then having it right there, teasing her cunt, is one of the better alternatives. and right now it's actually the best option, as far as she's concerned. and it's true, she does react accordingly - both of her hands tighten their grip on her thighs, her body pulling taunt as her shoulders push back into the mattress, and she's just really, really trying not to move her hips. she's trying her best to be good, in that sense. ]
Fuck. [ her eyes are half lidded at this point, but she refuses to let them shut for very long because she's not ready to break that eye contact with him just yet. especially once she's slowly breaking that unspoken promise not to move or rush him by rolling her hips up just once, like maybe she could steal some direct contact on her clit. she bats her lashes at him after, ever-so innocent. just ignore the smirk. ] Promise?
[ Poe expected some squirming no matter how serious she might be about holding perfectly still and letting him take his time, he doubts that he could manage it without fidgeting and pushing some if their positions were reversed after all. And while they can push each others' limits sometimes and get a lot out of it, right now he's feeling softer and more shamelessly sensual than that, so there's nothing genuinely scolding in the way he takes a gentle swat at her cunt, if he's putting any force behind it at all it's because he knows that it'll be a jolt of pleasure for her rather than anything actually uncomfortable, and it might be unexpected enough to drag even more exciting noises out of her. Even if she had to know she was teasing him with that smirk, practically daring him to do something about it, and also knowing that he has trouble turning down challenges way less sexy than this one.
His expression as as fond as ever, but then she knows exactly how much he loves her in all of her various moods, whether she's being bratty or he's worked her up to the point where she can't manage anything but to be sweetly pliant for him, and everything in between. If anything he's a little bit impressed that she can still manage to be so sassy after getting herself all hot and bothered for almost an hour now, unless she was exaggerating about how long she waited to text him or just completely lost track of time. It's possible. And he was distracting her for some of that time. ]
I promise.
[ Even after the smack he only gives her a few seconds to catch her breath, long enough to make sure that she has a chance to feel it, before he's sliding his fingers gently over her, not avoiding those sensitive spots this time — if anything he's deliberately getting his fingers wet — he's just using a much softer touch than the one he knows she wants, the kind that would actually get her off. He can't help but wonder how quickly that would happen if he suddenly shifted the pace, but... not yet. His other hand is still gripping her thigh, helping to keep her anchored. ]
Is this gonna be a 'daddy's perfect little slut' kind of night?
[ it's no exaggeration to say that gwen's eyes roll back into her head before she squeezes them shut after he spanks her there, no matter how gentle it was compared to the ways they've experimented with that in the past. she might've only been playing with that vibrator on and off during that hour, but it really was impossibly strong, which means the whole of her is still feeling ..extra-stimulated, even if she's not overstimulated yet. so the impact might have been soft, comparatively, but considering where she's already at with her arousal? it's a lot. like, a lot. color blooms low on her neck, which they've learned is an oddly specific type of way she blushes sometimes, in the heat of moments like this, when they're setting this certain tone. it's not rare for him to do things to her ( or for her, or with her ) that make her cheeks go pink, but the times when he really surprises her and she's really down bad already, that color rises on her chest, or the hollow of her neck, first. the first time she felt this specific kind of rush it made her laugh, from adrenaline or maybe something like bashfulness, but it's not something she really pays attention to now. not when she knows that he knows it as a sign of being on the right track for the mood she's in, and there's no reason to feel anything like shame when she can offer him that. so she feels that heat crawl up her neck a bit and just lets her head tip to the side, moaning her approval as she lets him see the proof for himself.
at first all she can manage is a slow nod, and there isn't a chance she's going to mess with the hand that's touching her so perfectly, but her other hand sliding over the one helping her keep her thigh pinned until she can hold onto him by his wrist, then up a bit to his forearm. and there's a split second where venom almost catches her off guard, but the sudden rush of drag him down and fuck him into the mattress is so far out of touch for her current mindset that it's easy to catch on that the impulse isn't exactly hers. but it's not a shocking or new thought - venom's always been more aggressive, in just about every situation, and so while poe's suggestion of what kind of night it should be sends a thrill up gwen's spine, venom wants to take it as a challenge. as if the symbiote isn't just as obsessed with the things that usually come out of those nights when gwen calls him daddy. please.
however, despite being able to separate venom's intrusive thoughts from her own, she doesn't seem to realize that her symbiote is winding around poe's wrist too, where she's holding onto him. it's not doing anything more than just holding on the same way gwen is, but it makes it obvious that gwen's distracted enough by all of this that maybe she's not as in control as she thinks she is. maybe. then again, she's also smiling at him again by the time the shock from that slap chills out a bit, and with more of an edge than when she's trying to be sweet for him ]
Don't know about perfect. I did start without you. [ she sucks in a breath when he teases along the edge of her hole, feeling how slick his fingers are just from that, even if he doesn't press them inside her yet. ] You'll have to remind me what that means. Refresh my memory.
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his fingers skim over hers and god, she just wants to feel him everywhere, but the direct path that hand takes and where it ultimately ends up is actually totally fine by her. if she can't have his hands everywhere, then having it right there, teasing her cunt, is one of the better alternatives. and right now it's actually the best option, as far as she's concerned. and it's true, she does react accordingly - both of her hands tighten their grip on her thighs, her body pulling taunt as her shoulders push back into the mattress, and she's just really, really trying not to move her hips. she's trying her best to be good, in that sense. ]
Fuck. [ her eyes are half lidded at this point, but she refuses to let them shut for very long because she's not ready to break that eye contact with him just yet. especially once she's slowly breaking that unspoken promise not to move or rush him by rolling her hips up just once, like maybe she could steal some direct contact on her clit. she bats her lashes at him after, ever-so innocent. just ignore the smirk. ] Promise?
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His expression as as fond as ever, but then she knows exactly how much he loves her in all of her various moods, whether she's being bratty or he's worked her up to the point where she can't manage anything but to be sweetly pliant for him, and everything in between. If anything he's a little bit impressed that she can still manage to be so sassy after getting herself all hot and bothered for almost an hour now, unless she was exaggerating about how long she waited to text him or just completely lost track of time. It's possible. And he was distracting her for some of that time. ]
I promise.
[ Even after the smack he only gives her a few seconds to catch her breath, long enough to make sure that she has a chance to feel it, before he's sliding his fingers gently over her, not avoiding those sensitive spots this time — if anything he's deliberately getting his fingers wet — he's just using a much softer touch than the one he knows she wants, the kind that would actually get her off. He can't help but wonder how quickly that would happen if he suddenly shifted the pace, but... not yet. His other hand is still gripping her thigh, helping to keep her anchored. ]
Is this gonna be a 'daddy's perfect little slut' kind of night?
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[ it's no exaggeration to say that gwen's eyes roll back into her head before she squeezes them shut after he spanks her there, no matter how gentle it was compared to the ways they've experimented with that in the past. she might've only been playing with that vibrator on and off during that hour, but it really was impossibly strong, which means the whole of her is still feeling ..extra-stimulated, even if she's not overstimulated yet. so the impact might have been soft, comparatively, but considering where she's already at with her arousal? it's a lot. like, a lot. color blooms low on her neck, which they've learned is an oddly specific type of way she blushes sometimes, in the heat of moments like this, when they're setting this certain tone. it's not rare for him to do things to her ( or for her, or with her ) that make her cheeks go pink, but the times when he really surprises her and she's really down bad already, that color rises on her chest, or the hollow of her neck, first. the first time she felt this specific kind of rush it made her laugh, from adrenaline or maybe something like bashfulness, but it's not something she really pays attention to now. not when she knows that he knows it as a sign of being on the right track for the mood she's in, and there's no reason to feel anything like shame when she can offer him that. so she feels that heat crawl up her neck a bit and just lets her head tip to the side, moaning her approval as she lets him see the proof for himself.
at first all she can manage is a slow nod, and there isn't a chance she's going to mess with the hand that's touching her so perfectly, but her other hand sliding over the one helping her keep her thigh pinned until she can hold onto him by his wrist, then up a bit to his forearm. and there's a split second where venom almost catches her off guard, but the sudden rush of drag him down and fuck him into the mattress is so far out of touch for her current mindset that it's easy to catch on that the impulse isn't exactly hers. but it's not a shocking or new thought - venom's always been more aggressive, in just about every situation, and so while poe's suggestion of what kind of night it should be sends a thrill up gwen's spine, venom wants to take it as a challenge. as if the symbiote isn't just as obsessed with the things that usually come out of those nights when gwen calls him daddy. please.
however, despite being able to separate venom's intrusive thoughts from her own, she doesn't seem to realize that her symbiote is winding around poe's wrist too, where she's holding onto him. it's not doing anything more than just holding on the same way gwen is, but it makes it obvious that gwen's distracted enough by all of this that maybe she's not as in control as she thinks she is. maybe. then again, she's also smiling at him again by the time the shock from that slap chills out a bit, and with more of an edge than when she's trying to be sweet for him ]
Don't know about perfect. I did start without you. [ she sucks in a breath when he teases along the edge of her hole, feeling how slick his fingers are just from that, even if he doesn't press them inside her yet. ] You'll have to remind me what that means. Refresh my memory.