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snoggedTitle: Three Days Later (follow-up to Three Days)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Robin (sorta), Barney's POV
Word Count: 984
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; masturbation, implied sexual situations, themes of Domination/submission, adult language
Spoilers: Season 4 “Mosbius Designs”
Summary: Barney gets a package with a surprise inside.
Beta: None. Any spelling/grammar errors are mine.
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
because_i_hope for so kindly demanding a follow-up to this that gives Barney’s perspective.
Barney tentatively lifted the large, white envelope off his desk, scanning the address in the top left corner. Even though the mail room checked through everything, there were still risks in his line of work. Could be a cheap, homemade bomb. Could be Anthrax. There had been a scare for that a few weeks ago down in Accounting but it had just been spilled sugar packets. And the best case scenario: a dirty, love note from a recent conquest.
Instead, the address label said: Mosbius Designs.
He leaned back in his custom-made leather chair, wondering what Ted might have sent him. Knowing Ted it was probably harmless. Probably just wanted help making a decision about what company pen to use. If Barney got his way, it was gonna be ball-point. Seeing that his friend had such a hard time growing his own pair. Hey-o!
A low chuckle escaped his throat as he ripped open the envelope and reached inside, expecting to find hard, metallic objects. Instead, his fingers brushed across damp fabric and his eyes narrowed. Funny time was over.
Shit.
Ted promised he was going to send this package back before it fell into PJ’s hands and now, he was stuck with a sticky thong covered in intern dude’s love juices.
If this was Ted’s idea of sick and twisted joke, he was so gonna feel the wrath of Stinson on this. He didn’t have a plan formulated quite yet but whatever he did would make Ted regret the day he ever decided to take on Barney Stinson.
It didn’t take long before the smell hit him. It didn’t smell like dude. It smelled like someone familiar. Soft yet musky – blackberries, cigars, and single-malt scotch…
Robin.
Who, upon closer inspection, had left little red lip prints on the shimmery black fabric.
He had always pegged her for a dirty girl but he couldn’t help but think this was a little unexpected. She hadn’t been on the receiving end of the Barney Bang for over a year now.
He set the panties next to his mouse pad and picked up the envelope, dumping it upside down and shaking it in the hopes that something else would come tumbling out. A note, an explanation, a whisper, or a stray kiss.
Damn.
Stupid feelings were making him soft, nearly putting an end to his sexual urges. He knew he should be consumed by this. Taken by it. He should be calling her, making her come to the office just so he could bend her over the desk and spank her. He wanted to mark her ass with his hand and fuck her until she screamed. He wanted her pretty and bruised and pleading, begging him for more.
His cock twitched, springing to life as the debauched scenario played out in his mind. The thought of dominating Robin, controlling her, bending her to his will nearly sent his mind spinning off its axis.
Barney picked up the thong, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. If she was here, he could shove this in her mouth. She clearly liked to be gagged, liked to be silenced. She’d be his dirty, little slut. A slut who served only him. A slut that craved only him. It was the dream.
He jabbed his finger against the button on the edge of his desk, closing the shades, blocking the room from his colleagues’ prying eyes.
He squeezed the thong against his palm, turning his knuckles white as his free hand groped for the zipper on his slacks, yanking the zipper open in one fluid movement. He reached passed the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled out his thick erection. His thumb nail dragged across the pulsing vein, eliciting a gasp and grunt before closing his fist around the head of his cock.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he stroked himself; pulling, tugging. Not giving up. Not letting go.
The hand clutching the panties drifted to his nose and he sharply inhaled Robin’s scent, making his nostrils burn from the need of her sex. She must have fucked herself silly over the last few days. Only way to explain how intoxicating they were.
He groaned loudly, pumping his cock against his palm, wishing it was Robin’s heated core pulsating around him. He wanted to pummel her insides. Make her feel raw. Make her feel harsh. Make her feel used. Make her feel his power. And the panties were a sign for him. A sign of her need to be controlled. A sign of her need to surrender herself to him. A fucking white flag drenched in her sin.
His balls heaved, drawing up against his pelvis as a white-hot explosion burst behind his eyes and thick come coated his fingers.
If she were here, his spunk would coat her back, her thighs. And she would wear it for him because he asked her too. She’d be proud to have his mark, honored by his gift. She’d thank him for it.
He grabbed a few tissues from the top of his desk and wiped his fingers, removing any and all traces before tossing them into the waste basket. Three-pointer.
Barney tapped his finger against his chin before pulling open the top drawer of his desk. He grabbed another sheet of stationary and a small, egg-shaped vibrator still enclosed in its plastic packaging.
The vibrator had been a gift for PJ before his dude-ness had been revealed. But now, his mind danced with images of Robin dressed in leather corsets and lacy stockings, kneeling at his feet. It would suit her all too well.
The pen caressed the paper, message slowly appearing in its wake and leaving Barney with an unnamed sense of power.
Wear to work for three days. Think of me fondly.
You let it drop...I will know. And you will be punished.
Yours,
B.S.
On The Third Day
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Robin (sorta), Barney's POV
Word Count: 984
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; masturbation, implied sexual situations, themes of Domination/submission, adult language
Spoilers: Season 4 “Mosbius Designs”
Summary: Barney gets a package with a surprise inside.
Beta: None. Any spelling/grammar errors are mine.
Dedicated to
because_i_hope for so kindly demanding a follow-up to this that gives Barney’s perspective.Barney tentatively lifted the large, white envelope off his desk, scanning the address in the top left corner. Even though the mail room checked through everything, there were still risks in his line of work. Could be a cheap, homemade bomb. Could be Anthrax. There had been a scare for that a few weeks ago down in Accounting but it had just been spilled sugar packets. And the best case scenario: a dirty, love note from a recent conquest.
Instead, the address label said: Mosbius Designs.
He leaned back in his custom-made leather chair, wondering what Ted might have sent him. Knowing Ted it was probably harmless. Probably just wanted help making a decision about what company pen to use. If Barney got his way, it was gonna be ball-point. Seeing that his friend had such a hard time growing his own pair. Hey-o!
A low chuckle escaped his throat as he ripped open the envelope and reached inside, expecting to find hard, metallic objects. Instead, his fingers brushed across damp fabric and his eyes narrowed. Funny time was over.
Shit.
Ted promised he was going to send this package back before it fell into PJ’s hands and now, he was stuck with a sticky thong covered in intern dude’s love juices.
If this was Ted’s idea of sick and twisted joke, he was so gonna feel the wrath of Stinson on this. He didn’t have a plan formulated quite yet but whatever he did would make Ted regret the day he ever decided to take on Barney Stinson.
It didn’t take long before the smell hit him. It didn’t smell like dude. It smelled like someone familiar. Soft yet musky – blackberries, cigars, and single-malt scotch…
Robin.
Who, upon closer inspection, had left little red lip prints on the shimmery black fabric.
He had always pegged her for a dirty girl but he couldn’t help but think this was a little unexpected. She hadn’t been on the receiving end of the Barney Bang for over a year now.
He set the panties next to his mouse pad and picked up the envelope, dumping it upside down and shaking it in the hopes that something else would come tumbling out. A note, an explanation, a whisper, or a stray kiss.
Damn.
Stupid feelings were making him soft, nearly putting an end to his sexual urges. He knew he should be consumed by this. Taken by it. He should be calling her, making her come to the office just so he could bend her over the desk and spank her. He wanted to mark her ass with his hand and fuck her until she screamed. He wanted her pretty and bruised and pleading, begging him for more.
His cock twitched, springing to life as the debauched scenario played out in his mind. The thought of dominating Robin, controlling her, bending her to his will nearly sent his mind spinning off its axis.
Barney picked up the thong, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. If she was here, he could shove this in her mouth. She clearly liked to be gagged, liked to be silenced. She’d be his dirty, little slut. A slut who served only him. A slut that craved only him. It was the dream.
He jabbed his finger against the button on the edge of his desk, closing the shades, blocking the room from his colleagues’ prying eyes.
He squeezed the thong against his palm, turning his knuckles white as his free hand groped for the zipper on his slacks, yanking the zipper open in one fluid movement. He reached passed the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled out his thick erection. His thumb nail dragged across the pulsing vein, eliciting a gasp and grunt before closing his fist around the head of his cock.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he stroked himself; pulling, tugging. Not giving up. Not letting go.
The hand clutching the panties drifted to his nose and he sharply inhaled Robin’s scent, making his nostrils burn from the need of her sex. She must have fucked herself silly over the last few days. Only way to explain how intoxicating they were.
He groaned loudly, pumping his cock against his palm, wishing it was Robin’s heated core pulsating around him. He wanted to pummel her insides. Make her feel raw. Make her feel harsh. Make her feel used. Make her feel his power. And the panties were a sign for him. A sign of her need to be controlled. A sign of her need to surrender herself to him. A fucking white flag drenched in her sin.
His balls heaved, drawing up against his pelvis as a white-hot explosion burst behind his eyes and thick come coated his fingers.
If she were here, his spunk would coat her back, her thighs. And she would wear it for him because he asked her too. She’d be proud to have his mark, honored by his gift. She’d thank him for it.
He grabbed a few tissues from the top of his desk and wiped his fingers, removing any and all traces before tossing them into the waste basket. Three-pointer.
Barney tapped his finger against his chin before pulling open the top drawer of his desk. He grabbed another sheet of stationary and a small, egg-shaped vibrator still enclosed in its plastic packaging.
The vibrator had been a gift for PJ before his dude-ness had been revealed. But now, his mind danced with images of Robin dressed in leather corsets and lacy stockings, kneeling at his feet. It would suit her all too well.
The pen caressed the paper, message slowly appearing in its wake and leaving Barney with an unnamed sense of power.
Wear to work for three days. Think of me fondly.
You let it drop...I will know. And you will be punished.
Yours,
B.S.
On The Third Day
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on 2009-04-15 05:17 am (UTC)And that should pretty much be a crime.
ngl, I'm a bit incoherent. Make a few unintelligible noises and that's around where my brain is at the moment.
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on 2009-04-15 12:21 pm (UTC)Well, then, yay! I'm glad you noticed my absence.
>>ngl, I'm a bit incoherent. Make a few unintelligible noises and that's around where my brain is at the moment.<<
Then I've done what I set out today :) Yay!
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on 2009-04-15 03:51 pm (UTC)I'm with it now. :D
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on 2009-04-15 05:30 pm (UTC)Especially because I tend to update a lot
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on 2009-04-15 07:59 am (UTC)->"He should be calling her, making her come to the office just so he could bend her over the desk and spank her. He wanted to mark her ass with his hand and fuck her until she screamed. He wanted her pretty and bruised and pleading, begging him for more. "
PLEASE?! Yes!
->"She must have fucked herself silly over the last few days. Only way to explain how intoxicating they were."
Oddly poetic. And very hot. Hot and poetic. And this is as coherent as I can be right now.
-> ". He wanted to pummel her insides. Make her feel raw. Make her feel harsh. Make her feel used. Make her feel his power. And the panties were a sign for him. A sign of her need to be controlled. A sign of her need to surrender herself to him. A fucking white flag drenched in her sin."
*sexplodes* (don't know who I stole that from- but it has never been more apt). Barney masturbating thinking about Robin is so freaking hot it's just ridiculous. She's not even there! And somehow, his imagination and your imagery is strong, it really feels like she is.
So. Damn. Hot.
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on 2009-04-15 12:23 pm (UTC)I'm so glad the follow-up led to hotness and sexplosions :)
*squishes*
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on 2009-04-15 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-15 05:30 pm (UTC)And after all that Claudia/Barney stuff, I've just had a hankering to be as naughty and dirty as possible :)
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on 2009-04-15 06:35 pm (UTC)>You let it drop...I will know. And you will be punished.
These two fics deserve a third and final companion where you bring the two of them together.
M'just saying.
;-)
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on 2009-04-15 07:14 pm (UTC)