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snoggedTitle: 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/PJ (sorta)
Word Count: 800
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; masturbation, implied sexual situations, themes of Domination/submission, adult language
Spoilers: Season 4 “Mosbius Designs”
Summary: PJ gets a package. Robin steals it.
Beta: None. Any spelling/grammar errors are mine.
PJ could feel the heat rising, burning in his cheeks as his shaking fingers closed around the contents of the package that had materialized on his desk sometime during the course of the morning.
The first item was an envelope. Black. Standard card size. With his initials elegantly etched into the backdrop in blood red letters. His breath hitched as he reached for the letter opener, guiding the blade into the tiny opening at the top and sliding it open.
He blinked, uncertain about seeing the message. What if it was a stalker? A death threat? He cleared his throat and held the note up to his eyes.
Wear this for the next three days and return. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
-B.S.
A sex threat?
He blinked, feeling his dick stir and twitch against his thigh. He had never gotten a sex threat before. And it was kinda hot. Whoever this B.S. person was clearly had some deliciously dirty and depraved thoughts in his head. And PJ couldn’t help but feel a little curious as to what it might lead too. He set the note to the side and pulled out the article of clothing that he’d been requested to wear.
The sheer black thong felt tiny in his palm. Barely a scrap of fabric. How could this possibly cover anything? Let alone be comfortable?
“Is that a thong?”
Robin’s voice interrupted his reverie and he turned to see her head poking through the bedroom door. His hands started to move under the desk, trying to hide the panties between his knees, but she was too fast. Closing the distance between them in three short strides and ripping the thong from his clenched fist.
“Baby wants to get down and dirty,” Robin purred. “Knew there was a little more kink in you than just controlling my bathroom privileges.”
“It’s not…” PJ started, instinctively grabbing the note in an attempt to show her that this wasn’t a sexperiment or anything. “What you think. It’s this person who sent me…”
Robin looked down at the note and felt sparks of lust shoot down into her core. The words radiated control, power, dominance. They were a plea to submit, to obey. Even the bathroom orders hadn’t made her feel this wet.
Without thinking, she brushed the panties against her knuckles, feeling the smooth fabric rub against her skin. “Uh…PJ…I really doubt this B.S. person is gonna be all about the man junk touching these…and they’re totally not your size.”
With a turn of her heel, she scampered into her bedroom, leaving a wide-eyed, slack jawed intern in her wake. “Robin…wait!”
But she didn’t wait. Didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She was focused on the task she needed to perform. She needed to concentrate.
Once the door was closed, she inched up her skirt, peeling her own panties off and chucking them at the wall. God, she wanted this. Wanted to stretch herself, fill herself. Give herself what PJ clearly couldn’t anymore.
She leaned against the door, clutching the new pair in one hand and pushing two fingers into her glistening hole with the other.
“Fuck,” she murmured, flicking her nail against the sensitive nub of her clit. She imagined all the dirty things that B.S. would do if he was in here right now. Where his hands would go, where his dick would go. If he would take her slow or fast. If he would fuck her hard and leave her raw or if he would leave her teetering on the edge of her bliss and vanish without a trace.
She brought the thong to her face, closing her lips around the fabric as she continued to finger fuck herself. After all, Ted was working. And he didn’t like the noise.
Shit. B.S. probably liked noise. Probably wanted to hear her screams, her cries, her pants, her moans. Wanted to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, balls tapping against her thigh as he pounded into her from behind.
It didn’t take long for her orgasm to crash over her, to ravage her, to punish her.
Mind. Body. Soul.
She tugged the panties from her teeth and slipped them over her legs, instantly soaking the fabric with her juices. Marking them as hers. She bet B.S. would like that quite a bit when these were returned.
In three days.
Three days before he would fuck himself with these, fist himself until he unloaded his cream and destroyed them. She wondered if he’d know what she’d done. How she’d spent that time. The smell of her sex would burn his nostrils, that devil smirk would play at the corners of his lips.
He’d know her dirty little secrets and exploit them.
And that was the real dream.
Three Days Later
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/PJ (sorta)
Word Count: 800
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; masturbation, implied sexual situations, themes of Domination/submission, adult language
Spoilers: Season 4 “Mosbius Designs”
Summary: PJ gets a package. Robin steals it.
Beta: None. Any spelling/grammar errors are mine.
PJ could feel the heat rising, burning in his cheeks as his shaking fingers closed around the contents of the package that had materialized on his desk sometime during the course of the morning.
The first item was an envelope. Black. Standard card size. With his initials elegantly etched into the backdrop in blood red letters. His breath hitched as he reached for the letter opener, guiding the blade into the tiny opening at the top and sliding it open.
He blinked, uncertain about seeing the message. What if it was a stalker? A death threat? He cleared his throat and held the note up to his eyes.
Wear this for the next three days and return. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
-B.S.
A sex threat?
He blinked, feeling his dick stir and twitch against his thigh. He had never gotten a sex threat before. And it was kinda hot. Whoever this B.S. person was clearly had some deliciously dirty and depraved thoughts in his head. And PJ couldn’t help but feel a little curious as to what it might lead too. He set the note to the side and pulled out the article of clothing that he’d been requested to wear.
The sheer black thong felt tiny in his palm. Barely a scrap of fabric. How could this possibly cover anything? Let alone be comfortable?
“Is that a thong?”
Robin’s voice interrupted his reverie and he turned to see her head poking through the bedroom door. His hands started to move under the desk, trying to hide the panties between his knees, but she was too fast. Closing the distance between them in three short strides and ripping the thong from his clenched fist.
“Baby wants to get down and dirty,” Robin purred. “Knew there was a little more kink in you than just controlling my bathroom privileges.”
“It’s not…” PJ started, instinctively grabbing the note in an attempt to show her that this wasn’t a sexperiment or anything. “What you think. It’s this person who sent me…”
Robin looked down at the note and felt sparks of lust shoot down into her core. The words radiated control, power, dominance. They were a plea to submit, to obey. Even the bathroom orders hadn’t made her feel this wet.
Without thinking, she brushed the panties against her knuckles, feeling the smooth fabric rub against her skin. “Uh…PJ…I really doubt this B.S. person is gonna be all about the man junk touching these…and they’re totally not your size.”
With a turn of her heel, she scampered into her bedroom, leaving a wide-eyed, slack jawed intern in her wake. “Robin…wait!”
But she didn’t wait. Didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She was focused on the task she needed to perform. She needed to concentrate.
Once the door was closed, she inched up her skirt, peeling her own panties off and chucking them at the wall. God, she wanted this. Wanted to stretch herself, fill herself. Give herself what PJ clearly couldn’t anymore.
She leaned against the door, clutching the new pair in one hand and pushing two fingers into her glistening hole with the other.
“Fuck,” she murmured, flicking her nail against the sensitive nub of her clit. She imagined all the dirty things that B.S. would do if he was in here right now. Where his hands would go, where his dick would go. If he would take her slow or fast. If he would fuck her hard and leave her raw or if he would leave her teetering on the edge of her bliss and vanish without a trace.
She brought the thong to her face, closing her lips around the fabric as she continued to finger fuck herself. After all, Ted was working. And he didn’t like the noise.
Shit. B.S. probably liked noise. Probably wanted to hear her screams, her cries, her pants, her moans. Wanted to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, balls tapping against her thigh as he pounded into her from behind.
It didn’t take long for her orgasm to crash over her, to ravage her, to punish her.
Mind. Body. Soul.
She tugged the panties from her teeth and slipped them over her legs, instantly soaking the fabric with her juices. Marking them as hers. She bet B.S. would like that quite a bit when these were returned.
In three days.
Three days before he would fuck himself with these, fist himself until he unloaded his cream and destroyed them. She wondered if he’d know what she’d done. How she’d spent that time. The smell of her sex would burn his nostrils, that devil smirk would play at the corners of his lips.
He’d know her dirty little secrets and exploit them.
And that was the real dream.
Three Days Later
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on 2009-04-14 06:20 pm (UTC)that was...wait for it...too...wait for it...hot...wait for it....to...wait for it...handle!
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on 2009-04-14 06:27 pm (UTC)What a great review *beams*
Thanks sweetie pie
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on 2009-04-14 06:50 pm (UTC)Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot.
YEAH he wants to hear her make noise.
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on 2009-04-14 06:57 pm (UTC)And of course, he wants to hear all the delightful sounds she makes
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on 2009-04-14 07:14 pm (UTC)wow, i should not be reading this at school. Even if it's on my laptop and i'm just sitting the library, i feel dirty. Like, i should go put my hair up in a bun, put on my glasses, go up to a random guy and be like "It shows in our records you have an overdue book. do you know the PENALTY for that?"
Yeah. Bad idea.
But great fic :D
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on 2009-04-14 07:19 pm (UTC)And if it helps...I wrote this at school. Granted, I was in a locked room with no one around me but still...
And ooh, that librarian thing sounds like a great roleplay for Barney/Robin ;)
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on 2009-04-14 07:34 pm (UTC)Ng.
Ng.
Ng.
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on 2009-04-14 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-14 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-14 08:17 pm (UTC)*feels special*
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on 2009-04-14 08:32 pm (UTC)Just have to not read it agai-
too late
ng.
ng.
ng.
ng...
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on 2009-04-14 08:01 pm (UTC)I could totally see that happening, too, it seemed perfectly in-character to me.
I loved the mention of his "devil smirk"- what an apt description that is!
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on 2009-04-14 08:15 pm (UTC)*beams* Thanks so much! I've gotta say I've been doing the same thing today.
>>I could totally see that happening, too, it seemed perfectly in-character to me.<<
Well, you just know that Robin likes it dirty ;)
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on 2009-04-14 08:28 pm (UTC)This was hard to read without getting hot. lol. you MUST write one with ~B.S.~ rediscovering the panties. lol
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on 2009-04-14 09:27 pm (UTC)Sounds like a plan to me :)