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Fic: Better Than Chocolate (Ororo/Jean, X-Men)
Better Than Ice Cream – X-Men – Ororo Munroe – 013. Kitchen
Title: Better Than Ice Cream
Pairing: Ororo/Jean
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fembuck
Prompt: 013 – Kitchen![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets
Words: 1129
Rating: NC-17, smut baby, smut!
Disclaimer: All things Ororo and Jean and X-Men belong to Marvel comics. I’m just borrowing to make them do naughty, but really fun things to each other.
Summary: If you can’t take the heat … go to the kitchen
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Ororo opened the freezer door sighing as a rush of cool air hit her face leaning in slightly as if to stick her whole head into the appliance. The mansions air conditioner was on the fritz and there was only so much even she could do to make things comfortable for everyone during the heat wave.
“If you lean any further in we’re going to have to start calling you Blizzard,” an amused voice hummed from behind her.
“Very funny,” Ororo said drawing her head back and closing the freezer door.
“It was alright,” Jean responded smirking as Ororo turned to face her. “I’d ask if you were actually going to get anything out of there, but I can see that you’ve already … cooled down,” she continued her eyes dropping down to focus on Ororo’s chest where two pert nipples were sticking out prominently.
“I’d ask if you were down here for a reason, but apparently sexually harassing your teammates is what you’re after,” Ororo replied completely unfazed by Jean’s lecherous look at her chest.
“While sexual harassment is always fun,” Jean responded watching Ororo carefully. “I actually came down to get something cool to suck on,” she continued biting her lip before looking at Ororo’s chest again pointedly. “You wouldn’t have any helpful suggestions would you?”
“How do you feel about chocolate?” Ororo asked taking a few steps towards the counter before bracing her hands of the edge and leaning back arching her back slightly showcasing her chest even more than her thin nightgown at been doing before.
“I love chocolate,” Jean responded walking further into the kitchen and Ororo, “especially when it melts in my mouth … and my hands. I guess I’m still young at heart because I just love getting my fingers sticky … with chocolate,” she smirked at Ororo’s look. “And licking them clean,” she finished coming to a stop in front of Ororo her eyes roving over the body in front of her.
Ororo reached for Jean’s hand grasping and it and unceremoniously bringing it up to her chest, placing the redhead’s palm over her breast. “It’s too hot for foreplay,” she said softly as Jean raised a questioning eyebrow. “Is the coast clear?”
Jean was quite for a moment and then smiled widely and nodded before leaning in and capturing Ororo’s mouth in a kiss hot enough to rival the weather, her fingers moving up to the thin straps of Ororo’s nightgown pushing them down over her shoulders as they kissed.
Laying one last kiss on Ororo’s lips Jean then moved to kiss the Nubian goddess’s neck, over her collar bone, and down between the valley of her breasts, nuzzling the large soft mounds with her cheek before kissing her way across Ororo’s proud chest to take one of her plump, brown nipples into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on the weather goddess’s hard nub feeling it tighten in her mouth.
“Harder,” Ororo moaned one of her hands tangling in Jean’s hair, holding the redhead tightly against her bosom begging her to make love to her tits.
“Colder,” Jean whispered against Ororo’s now heated flesh, her words somewhat muffled by Ororo’s breast though somehow the weather witch managed to make it out and groaned in protest at the thought of Jean’s lips leaving her for even a moment.
She needn’t have worried however as Jean used her telekinesis to press to the ice-dispensing lever on the freezer and then to flew two ice cubes over to her waiting hand as her mouth continued to work Ororo’s tits like it was bonus season.
Ororo moaned as she felt the cool, wet touch of ice against the sensitive skin of her nipples, gasping at the contrast as Jean sucked one breast into her mouth again licking up the trails of water she had created while still applying an ice cube to her other breast.
“Oh god,” Ororo moaned as Jean repeated the motion only this time switching breasts and biting down on the chilled button in her mouth causing Ororo’s hips to twitch longingly.
Jean smiled against Ororo’s chest, contemplating the rapidly melting ice in her hands. Ororo had said that it was too hot for foreplay, which meant that she should cool her down before going any further.
Smiling wickedly Jean TK’d another two ice cubes into her hand as she began to kiss her way down Ororo’s stomach, using her free hand to pull Ororo’s nightgown down over her hips until it pooled on the floor in front of her revealing Ororo to her hungry eyes in all of her glorious nakedness.
“Fuck! Jean!” Ororo yelped before bringing her hand to her mouth, mindful of the fact that they were in a very compromising position in a very public part of the mansion and did not need anyone coming to investigate any strange noises.
“Exactly,” Jean said softly, moving the ice cube between Ororo’s thighs along her slit again, cool water mixing with Ororo’s warm natural juices before she brought the cool block of ice to Ororo’s clit resting it there as her tongue explored the rest of Ororo’s cunt, lapping in long, hungry strokes, cleaning up the mess she had made.
Soon Ororo’s vocalizations were reduced to a series of unintelligible moans as Jean continued to alternate between stimulating her with her warm mouth and the cool ice, her fingers slick from water and warm sticky liquid that was all Ororo by the time she pushed her fingers instead of the white-haired woman, thin, smooth pieces of ice pressed against her fingers held in place by her telekinesis, her cool icy digits moving in and out of Ororo slowly, ensuring that she would feel every cool thrust as she sucked Ororo’s clit between her chilled lips.
Moments later Jean felt Ororo tense, and heard her breath hitch. Knowing that the other woman was about to crash over into orgasm, Jean opened her mind to Ororo, gasping and moaning herself as Ororo’s orgasm crashed over her, feeling the release as intensely as if she had been stimulated herself, her mouth moving down from Ororo’s clit to lap at her juices, her fingers still pumping as they both rode her wave of orgasm for as long as possible.
Ororo groaned lightly, her head tipping back bonelessly, one hand moving to rest on the countertop to support her weight as the other gently ran through Jean’s hair as the redhead licked and kissed her thighs properly cleaning her up as she recovered from her orgasm.
“So much better than ice-cream,” Ororo sighed dreamily as Jean kissed her way up her torso.
Jean smirked and nipped at Ororo’s breast before capturing her friend’s lips in a languid kiss.
She couldn’t have agreed more.
The End
Title: Better Than Ice Cream
Pairing: Ororo/Jean
Author:
fembuckPrompt: 013 – Kitchen
50_smutletsWords: 1129
Rating: NC-17, smut baby, smut!
Disclaimer: All things Ororo and Jean and X-Men belong to Marvel comics. I’m just borrowing to make them do naughty, but really fun things to each other.
Summary: If you can’t take the heat … go to the kitchen
Ororo opened the freezer door sighing as a rush of cool air hit her face leaning in slightly as if to stick her whole head into the appliance. The mansions air conditioner was on the fritz and there was only so much even she could do to make things comfortable for everyone during the heat wave.
“If you lean any further in we’re going to have to start calling you Blizzard,” an amused voice hummed from behind her.
“Very funny,” Ororo said drawing her head back and closing the freezer door.
“It was alright,” Jean responded smirking as Ororo turned to face her. “I’d ask if you were actually going to get anything out of there, but I can see that you’ve already … cooled down,” she continued her eyes dropping down to focus on Ororo’s chest where two pert nipples were sticking out prominently.
“I’d ask if you were down here for a reason, but apparently sexually harassing your teammates is what you’re after,” Ororo replied completely unfazed by Jean’s lecherous look at her chest.
“While sexual harassment is always fun,” Jean responded watching Ororo carefully. “I actually came down to get something cool to suck on,” she continued biting her lip before looking at Ororo’s chest again pointedly. “You wouldn’t have any helpful suggestions would you?”
“How do you feel about chocolate?” Ororo asked taking a few steps towards the counter before bracing her hands of the edge and leaning back arching her back slightly showcasing her chest even more than her thin nightgown at been doing before.
“I love chocolate,” Jean responded walking further into the kitchen and Ororo, “especially when it melts in my mouth … and my hands. I guess I’m still young at heart because I just love getting my fingers sticky … with chocolate,” she smirked at Ororo’s look. “And licking them clean,” she finished coming to a stop in front of Ororo her eyes roving over the body in front of her.
Ororo reached for Jean’s hand grasping and it and unceremoniously bringing it up to her chest, placing the redhead’s palm over her breast. “It’s too hot for foreplay,” she said softly as Jean raised a questioning eyebrow. “Is the coast clear?”
Jean was quite for a moment and then smiled widely and nodded before leaning in and capturing Ororo’s mouth in a kiss hot enough to rival the weather, her fingers moving up to the thin straps of Ororo’s nightgown pushing them down over her shoulders as they kissed.
Laying one last kiss on Ororo’s lips Jean then moved to kiss the Nubian goddess’s neck, over her collar bone, and down between the valley of her breasts, nuzzling the large soft mounds with her cheek before kissing her way across Ororo’s proud chest to take one of her plump, brown nipples into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on the weather goddess’s hard nub feeling it tighten in her mouth.
“Harder,” Ororo moaned one of her hands tangling in Jean’s hair, holding the redhead tightly against her bosom begging her to make love to her tits.
“Colder,” Jean whispered against Ororo’s now heated flesh, her words somewhat muffled by Ororo’s breast though somehow the weather witch managed to make it out and groaned in protest at the thought of Jean’s lips leaving her for even a moment.
She needn’t have worried however as Jean used her telekinesis to press to the ice-dispensing lever on the freezer and then to flew two ice cubes over to her waiting hand as her mouth continued to work Ororo’s tits like it was bonus season.
Ororo moaned as she felt the cool, wet touch of ice against the sensitive skin of her nipples, gasping at the contrast as Jean sucked one breast into her mouth again licking up the trails of water she had created while still applying an ice cube to her other breast.
“Oh god,” Ororo moaned as Jean repeated the motion only this time switching breasts and biting down on the chilled button in her mouth causing Ororo’s hips to twitch longingly.
Jean smiled against Ororo’s chest, contemplating the rapidly melting ice in her hands. Ororo had said that it was too hot for foreplay, which meant that she should cool her down before going any further.
Smiling wickedly Jean TK’d another two ice cubes into her hand as she began to kiss her way down Ororo’s stomach, using her free hand to pull Ororo’s nightgown down over her hips until it pooled on the floor in front of her revealing Ororo to her hungry eyes in all of her glorious nakedness.
“Fuck! Jean!” Ororo yelped before bringing her hand to her mouth, mindful of the fact that they were in a very compromising position in a very public part of the mansion and did not need anyone coming to investigate any strange noises.
“Exactly,” Jean said softly, moving the ice cube between Ororo’s thighs along her slit again, cool water mixing with Ororo’s warm natural juices before she brought the cool block of ice to Ororo’s clit resting it there as her tongue explored the rest of Ororo’s cunt, lapping in long, hungry strokes, cleaning up the mess she had made.
Soon Ororo’s vocalizations were reduced to a series of unintelligible moans as Jean continued to alternate between stimulating her with her warm mouth and the cool ice, her fingers slick from water and warm sticky liquid that was all Ororo by the time she pushed her fingers instead of the white-haired woman, thin, smooth pieces of ice pressed against her fingers held in place by her telekinesis, her cool icy digits moving in and out of Ororo slowly, ensuring that she would feel every cool thrust as she sucked Ororo’s clit between her chilled lips.
Moments later Jean felt Ororo tense, and heard her breath hitch. Knowing that the other woman was about to crash over into orgasm, Jean opened her mind to Ororo, gasping and moaning herself as Ororo’s orgasm crashed over her, feeling the release as intensely as if she had been stimulated herself, her mouth moving down from Ororo’s clit to lap at her juices, her fingers still pumping as they both rode her wave of orgasm for as long as possible.
Ororo groaned lightly, her head tipping back bonelessly, one hand moving to rest on the countertop to support her weight as the other gently ran through Jean’s hair as the redhead licked and kissed her thighs properly cleaning her up as she recovered from her orgasm.
“So much better than ice-cream,” Ororo sighed dreamily as Jean kissed her way up her torso.
Jean smirked and nipped at Ororo’s breast before capturing her friend’s lips in a languid kiss.
She couldn’t have agreed more.
The End
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