Fic: Kinky Boots (X-Men, Ororo/Emma)
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fembuckTitle: Kinky Boots
Pairing: Ororo/Emma
Author: Janine
Prompt: Thigh Highs
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1719
Disclaimer: All things Ororo and Emma and X-Men belong to Marvel comics. I’m just borrowing to make them do naughty, but really fun things to each other.
Summary: Nice boots, wanna f*ck?
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Ororo closed the door to Emma’s office behind her absently, her eyes on the folder in her hands as she took a few steps into the office. She knew that Emma wouldn’t appreciate the familiarity of the action which was exactly why she entered without knocking.
However as she looked up and spotted the woman in white for the first time she kind of wished she had knocked.
Lips involuntary parting, Ororo stared at Emma. The blonde was dressed in what Ororo knew to be her Hellfire regalia and was seated in her plush leather chair revealing a long length of smooth tanned thigh, her fingers on the zipper of her right thigh high white leather boot as Ororo had entered.
Ororo felt a sudden flare of arousal at the image and the predatory sensuality of Emma’s pose, not to mention the suggestiveness of the outfit especially as the blonde’s fingers gently and teasingly fondled the leather of her boot.
Emma glanced up at the intrusion a slight frown coming to her face as she spotted Ororo before her expression changed to something entirely more predatory. Ororo was usually a very hard woman to read mentally, but the shock of seeing her must have momentarily weakened the woman’s defenses because Emma was able to very easy pick up on the emotions the sight of her inspired in the other woman before Ororo was able to tighten her defenses once more.
“Certainly it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” Emma drawled a wicked smirk spreading across her lips as she rose from her seat gracefully, stretching once she was upright to accentuate all of her curves before sauntering to the front of her desk leaning back and crossing her legs at the ankle, drawing Ororo’s attention to her boots once more as she observed the other woman.
“I haven’t seen anything like it in a school before … during office hours,” Ororo responded her tone reprimanding as she finally managed to rip her eyes off of Emma’s very exposed body.
“If you didn’t want to be surprised perhaps you should have knocked,” Emma replied crisply. The woman had walked into her office unannounced after all.
“Here,” Ororo said taking the few steps necessary to get her close enough to hold the file in her hand out to Emma. She found the blonde as attractive as she found her exasperating and really didn’t want to be in her presence, especially dressed liked that, any longer than necessary.
“Italian leather,” Emma said conversationally as Ororo turned her back to her and started towards the door.
“Excuse me?” Ororo asked stopping despite herself and turning around to face Emma once again.
“The boots, they’re Italian leather,” Emma clarified off Ororo’s look. “I saw you looking earlier. They feel as soft as they look,” she continued making very certain not to smile as Ororo’s eyes fell back down to her feet. She always knew that Ororo was a kinky bitch. “Which many pawns can attest to,” she continued, a slow, rakish smile spreading across her lips as Ororo looked up at her, icy blue eyes meeting stormy blue.
“Shoe shine girls?” Ororo asked distastefully though there was a hint of something else in her voice.
“Well, they were certainly glistening when the girls were done,” Emma replied. “The leather really is very pleasing to the touch. There wasn’t one that didn’t absolutely drench them when they came. A very stimulating sight,” Emma continued looking down at the boots herself, an almost wistful expression coming over her face as if she was remembering watching girls ride her boots, clutching at her thighs desperately until they soaked the leather.
“That’s a lovely story,” Ororo responded sarcastically though she knew her voice wasn’t as acidic as it should have been. It was a horrible story and completely inappropriate but the mental images it conjured in her head were not unpleasant.
“You can touch them if you’d like,” Emma said off of Ororo’s response pushing off of her desk and moving back to her chair, taking a seat and the propping one of her feet on her desk.
“Why would I want to do that?” Ororo asked though she was still standing and looking at Emma instead of walking out of the room.
“There doesn’t have to be a reason why,” Emma responded watching Ororo watch her, allowing her hand to fall casually onto her thigh before lazily running her fingers cross the smooth warm flesh. “Only the desire to act,” Emma went on softly, her thighs falling apart as she spoke.
Ororo watched the blonde knowing that she was being seduced. Emma was making absolutely no effort to mask what she was doing. In fact she seemed to be delighting in the brazenness of her proposition, telling dirty stories and spreading like a whore. And Ororo was frustrated beyond belief with herself because it was working. She’d peeked between Emma’s legs and she wanted to touch those boots.
Emma smirked as Ororo walked towards her and rested her hand on the ankle of her boot before slowly drawing her fingers up, caressing the soft material as she did.
“You’re horrible,” Ororo said quietly as she reached the top of Emma’s thigh high, her fingers playing across the top of the boot, the contrast between the leather and the silky smoothness of Emma’s skin fascinating her.
“Yes, I’m a very bad woman,” Emma replied moving her foot, picking it up off of the desk drawing it along Ororo’s side before planting it firmly on the weather witch’s stomach and pushing out, pressing Ororo up against the front of her desk. “What are you going to do about it?”
Ororo glared and Emma smirked knowingly.
“I’m not going to fuck your boot like one of your Hellfire sluts,” Ororo responded her eyes on Emma face, the woman’s annoying smirk enflaming something deep inside of her that her outfit, insolence, and leather boots had sparked when she first came into the room. “But I am going to fuck you,” she continued smiling herself before grasping Emma’s ankle and pulling her foot off her stomach and tugging it beside her, Emma’s other legs lifting in surprise allowing Ororo to capture that as well and drag Emma against her where she was leaning against the desk, the blonde’s thighs now resting on the desk on both side of her body leaving her ripe for the picking.
Quickly, before Emma could utter a response Ororo reached out, her fingers running around the slightly damp leather strip that covered Emma’s crotch, her smile turning slightly feral as she heard Emma gasp as she pressed down on the leather firmly. Emma’s actions had been getting to her, but apparently the blonde had been arousing herself as well with all of her stories and posing.
“You’re wet,” Ororo said, her lips curved in what Emma thought was a most delicious way because it looked somewhat malicious.
“Well, I am horrible,” Emma smirked. Normally she liked to be on top and in control, however as she looked up at Ororo she knew that the other woman would more than make it worth her while to be on the bottom. Besides, it had been a while since she’d been really, properly fucked hard and dirty.
“I guess I am to,” Ororo replied throatily continuing to stroke between Emma’s thighs as she spoke, “because I want you,” she finished finally slipping her fingers underneath the tight white leather shoving it just far enough to the side that she could thrust inside Emma’s more than ready pussy.
Emma watched as Ororo’s fingers disappeared inside of her again and again, mercilessly pounding into her as Ororo’s free hand caressed her thighs and stroked the smooth leather of her boots, the ferociousness with which Ororo was fucking her contrasting in a powerfully delightful way with her almost affectionate petting.
Finally Emma could no longer keep herself sitting up and allowed her head to tip back, her back coming to rest against the back of her chair sending it backwards until she was almost horizontal. She could hear the springs in the chair protesting against the rough treatment, but she couldn’t seem to care about the probable destruction of her favorite chair as Ororo leaned forward pressing her lips against Emma’s stomach, biting sucking and licking ravenously at the skin she found there before dipping her tongue into Emma’s belly button, flicking in time with her fingers as they stabbed into the blonde.
Emma gasped, reaching out and tangling her hands in Ororo’s stark white mane of hair as her orgasm crested, Ororo’s oral and manual assault on her body, combined with the knowledge that it was Ororo Munroe of all people that was fucking her so deliciously overcoming Emma. Head tilted back and back arched, Emma’s mouth parted as she drew in a sharp breath and flooded Ororo’s fingers with her pleasure an explosion of colour dancing behind her closed eyes as her body shook, the spasms intensifying for a few seconds as she felt Ororo’s hand on her boot again, pressing and scratching.
Emma pushed back her chair slightly as her orgasm receded drawing Ororo’s fingers out of her as she did which allowed her feet to fall from on top of her desk back down to the ground. Watching Ororo for a moment with a still glassy expression in her eyes the former White Queen then looked down her sweaty torso between her legs and delicately pulled the strap of leather that had been covering her private parts back into place.
Feeling a renewed sense of calm and satisfaction Ororo watched as Emma closed her legs and crossed them pulling her tired limbs into a slightly more dignified position though she still clearly looked well fucked. Pushing off of Emma’s desk a second later and moving into the open part of the office Ororo wondered how many people had gotten to see Emma looking that way in that outfit in the past. Somehow she didn’t think she was particularly special in that regard.
She headed towards the door.
“Oh Ororo,” Emma called out as the weather witch reached the door, her fingers playing with the edges of the folder Ororo had delivered earlier as she spoke. “What do you say next time I do the messenger?”
The End
Pairing: Ororo/Emma
Author: Janine
Prompt: Thigh Highs
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1719
Disclaimer: All things Ororo and Emma and X-Men belong to Marvel comics. I’m just borrowing to make them do naughty, but really fun things to each other.
Summary: Nice boots, wanna f*ck?
Ororo closed the door to Emma’s office behind her absently, her eyes on the folder in her hands as she took a few steps into the office. She knew that Emma wouldn’t appreciate the familiarity of the action which was exactly why she entered without knocking.
However as she looked up and spotted the woman in white for the first time she kind of wished she had knocked.
Lips involuntary parting, Ororo stared at Emma. The blonde was dressed in what Ororo knew to be her Hellfire regalia and was seated in her plush leather chair revealing a long length of smooth tanned thigh, her fingers on the zipper of her right thigh high white leather boot as Ororo had entered.
Ororo felt a sudden flare of arousal at the image and the predatory sensuality of Emma’s pose, not to mention the suggestiveness of the outfit especially as the blonde’s fingers gently and teasingly fondled the leather of her boot.
Emma glanced up at the intrusion a slight frown coming to her face as she spotted Ororo before her expression changed to something entirely more predatory. Ororo was usually a very hard woman to read mentally, but the shock of seeing her must have momentarily weakened the woman’s defenses because Emma was able to very easy pick up on the emotions the sight of her inspired in the other woman before Ororo was able to tighten her defenses once more.
“Certainly it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” Emma drawled a wicked smirk spreading across her lips as she rose from her seat gracefully, stretching once she was upright to accentuate all of her curves before sauntering to the front of her desk leaning back and crossing her legs at the ankle, drawing Ororo’s attention to her boots once more as she observed the other woman.
“I haven’t seen anything like it in a school before … during office hours,” Ororo responded her tone reprimanding as she finally managed to rip her eyes off of Emma’s very exposed body.
“If you didn’t want to be surprised perhaps you should have knocked,” Emma replied crisply. The woman had walked into her office unannounced after all.
“Here,” Ororo said taking the few steps necessary to get her close enough to hold the file in her hand out to Emma. She found the blonde as attractive as she found her exasperating and really didn’t want to be in her presence, especially dressed liked that, any longer than necessary.
“Italian leather,” Emma said conversationally as Ororo turned her back to her and started towards the door.
“Excuse me?” Ororo asked stopping despite herself and turning around to face Emma once again.
“The boots, they’re Italian leather,” Emma clarified off Ororo’s look. “I saw you looking earlier. They feel as soft as they look,” she continued making very certain not to smile as Ororo’s eyes fell back down to her feet. She always knew that Ororo was a kinky bitch. “Which many pawns can attest to,” she continued, a slow, rakish smile spreading across her lips as Ororo looked up at her, icy blue eyes meeting stormy blue.
“Shoe shine girls?” Ororo asked distastefully though there was a hint of something else in her voice.
“Well, they were certainly glistening when the girls were done,” Emma replied. “The leather really is very pleasing to the touch. There wasn’t one that didn’t absolutely drench them when they came. A very stimulating sight,” Emma continued looking down at the boots herself, an almost wistful expression coming over her face as if she was remembering watching girls ride her boots, clutching at her thighs desperately until they soaked the leather.
“That’s a lovely story,” Ororo responded sarcastically though she knew her voice wasn’t as acidic as it should have been. It was a horrible story and completely inappropriate but the mental images it conjured in her head were not unpleasant.
“You can touch them if you’d like,” Emma said off of Ororo’s response pushing off of her desk and moving back to her chair, taking a seat and the propping one of her feet on her desk.
“Why would I want to do that?” Ororo asked though she was still standing and looking at Emma instead of walking out of the room.
“There doesn’t have to be a reason why,” Emma responded watching Ororo watch her, allowing her hand to fall casually onto her thigh before lazily running her fingers cross the smooth warm flesh. “Only the desire to act,” Emma went on softly, her thighs falling apart as she spoke.
Ororo watched the blonde knowing that she was being seduced. Emma was making absolutely no effort to mask what she was doing. In fact she seemed to be delighting in the brazenness of her proposition, telling dirty stories and spreading like a whore. And Ororo was frustrated beyond belief with herself because it was working. She’d peeked between Emma’s legs and she wanted to touch those boots.
Emma smirked as Ororo walked towards her and rested her hand on the ankle of her boot before slowly drawing her fingers up, caressing the soft material as she did.
“You’re horrible,” Ororo said quietly as she reached the top of Emma’s thigh high, her fingers playing across the top of the boot, the contrast between the leather and the silky smoothness of Emma’s skin fascinating her.
“Yes, I’m a very bad woman,” Emma replied moving her foot, picking it up off of the desk drawing it along Ororo’s side before planting it firmly on the weather witch’s stomach and pushing out, pressing Ororo up against the front of her desk. “What are you going to do about it?”
Ororo glared and Emma smirked knowingly.
“I’m not going to fuck your boot like one of your Hellfire sluts,” Ororo responded her eyes on Emma face, the woman’s annoying smirk enflaming something deep inside of her that her outfit, insolence, and leather boots had sparked when she first came into the room. “But I am going to fuck you,” she continued smiling herself before grasping Emma’s ankle and pulling her foot off her stomach and tugging it beside her, Emma’s other legs lifting in surprise allowing Ororo to capture that as well and drag Emma against her where she was leaning against the desk, the blonde’s thighs now resting on the desk on both side of her body leaving her ripe for the picking.
Quickly, before Emma could utter a response Ororo reached out, her fingers running around the slightly damp leather strip that covered Emma’s crotch, her smile turning slightly feral as she heard Emma gasp as she pressed down on the leather firmly. Emma’s actions had been getting to her, but apparently the blonde had been arousing herself as well with all of her stories and posing.
“You’re wet,” Ororo said, her lips curved in what Emma thought was a most delicious way because it looked somewhat malicious.
“Well, I am horrible,” Emma smirked. Normally she liked to be on top and in control, however as she looked up at Ororo she knew that the other woman would more than make it worth her while to be on the bottom. Besides, it had been a while since she’d been really, properly fucked hard and dirty.
“I guess I am to,” Ororo replied throatily continuing to stroke between Emma’s thighs as she spoke, “because I want you,” she finished finally slipping her fingers underneath the tight white leather shoving it just far enough to the side that she could thrust inside Emma’s more than ready pussy.
Emma watched as Ororo’s fingers disappeared inside of her again and again, mercilessly pounding into her as Ororo’s free hand caressed her thighs and stroked the smooth leather of her boots, the ferociousness with which Ororo was fucking her contrasting in a powerfully delightful way with her almost affectionate petting.
Finally Emma could no longer keep herself sitting up and allowed her head to tip back, her back coming to rest against the back of her chair sending it backwards until she was almost horizontal. She could hear the springs in the chair protesting against the rough treatment, but she couldn’t seem to care about the probable destruction of her favorite chair as Ororo leaned forward pressing her lips against Emma’s stomach, biting sucking and licking ravenously at the skin she found there before dipping her tongue into Emma’s belly button, flicking in time with her fingers as they stabbed into the blonde.
Emma gasped, reaching out and tangling her hands in Ororo’s stark white mane of hair as her orgasm crested, Ororo’s oral and manual assault on her body, combined with the knowledge that it was Ororo Munroe of all people that was fucking her so deliciously overcoming Emma. Head tilted back and back arched, Emma’s mouth parted as she drew in a sharp breath and flooded Ororo’s fingers with her pleasure an explosion of colour dancing behind her closed eyes as her body shook, the spasms intensifying for a few seconds as she felt Ororo’s hand on her boot again, pressing and scratching.
Emma pushed back her chair slightly as her orgasm receded drawing Ororo’s fingers out of her as she did which allowed her feet to fall from on top of her desk back down to the ground. Watching Ororo for a moment with a still glassy expression in her eyes the former White Queen then looked down her sweaty torso between her legs and delicately pulled the strap of leather that had been covering her private parts back into place.
Feeling a renewed sense of calm and satisfaction Ororo watched as Emma closed her legs and crossed them pulling her tired limbs into a slightly more dignified position though she still clearly looked well fucked. Pushing off of Emma’s desk a second later and moving into the open part of the office Ororo wondered how many people had gotten to see Emma looking that way in that outfit in the past. Somehow she didn’t think she was particularly special in that regard.
She headed towards the door.
“Oh Ororo,” Emma called out as the weather witch reached the door, her fingers playing with the edges of the folder Ororo had delivered earlier as she spoke. “What do you say next time I do the messenger?”
The End
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Date: 2006-08-04 01:56 am (UTC)Emma + Hellfire outfit= kinky love.