Title: honor (not a chore)
Author: sprx77/Tim Wren
Fandom: Worm (Parahumans Series by Wildbow)
Relationship: Alec/Rachel Lindt
Warnings: Nikos Vasil’s A+ Parenting (potential references to noncon in Heartbreaker’s house), Past rape/noncon (Again, Alec’s past); WIP (Evil Author Day)
Word Count: 3,277
Summary: Rachel pegs Alec. This is part of a longer fic that is meant to be “everyone takes a turn being ~free use~” For her turn, Rachel is offering strap to anyone who wants to take a ride.
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And he squirms, abs clenching like he’s trying to stop himself jerking up onto her cock.
“Is it good?” Rachel pushes some of the curls out of his face and he gasps so hard, like his lungs are struggling. He’s not as pink as Taylor gets, or even Lisa, but the faint touch of color is there dipping down his neck.
Rachel chases the taste, following it down, down with her teeth, and one of his clever hands flies up to tangle in her hair. The slow bloom of color extends to his collar, helped along by her bites.
Alec makes a strangled noise. His cock is half-hard on her hip, wet.
“It’s good.” He manages, throat in front of her bobbing rough as he swallows.
“Could be better, though?” Rachel shifts her weight, knee digging into the mattress. The change in angle ripples through him, her cock dragging against the tight ring where it’s settled.
She doesn’t wait for an answer, takes a piece of his throat into her mouth and fucks with it– kissing, teasing, chewing lightly. Alec reacts to it so nicely, none of that unaffected crap.
“Show me how you like it.” She says, working her way back up his neck, to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Move me, show me the angle that feels best for you.”
“Ah, ma loulou, I’m flattered– really–” A hint of a laugh that is reduced to a nasally inhale as she licks around his ear. “But you vastly overestimate my upper body strength.”
“Stupid.” She admonishes, sucking that part some people pierce, the soft bit. He’d look good with little studs here. “I know that.”
Of course he can’t overpower her, she’s stronger than him.
Not like it fucking matters, powers and all.
“Then how?” He trails off with that soft-breathy voice of someone really turned on, she doesn’t know the word for it. The hand in her hair is encouraging.
“Are you a parahuman or not?” She nips a bit, leaving an impression of her teeth where the ear ring should be. Rachel braces her hips and makes her cock jump, catch and drag a little without really going anywhere.
Feels his jump, too, against her. Needy. Hot.
Alec swallows hard again, like he’s thinking about making some excuse, pretending not to understand her. Rachel waits.
“Y-you want me to?” He asks, all shaky, and Rachel scoffs.
“Why would I ask if I didn’t want you to?” He’s stupid sometimes. “It’ll be hot– move me around a little until it feels good, find the best angle. Then let go and I’ll fuck you there.”
“Mm, however you want to do it on your own is fine.” Alec shook his head, laughing. “We don’t need to go that far.”
“Obviously we don’t need it.” Rachel nipped at his jaw. Is he being stupid on purpose? Maybe. He tensed up a little like he’s uncomfortable. “You don’t want to?”
“I don’t use my power on you.” He said, meaning ‘you’ as in them, the team. Stupid word. Plural and shit.
“I said you could.” Rachel countered. “Aren’t you supposed to be using me, anyway? Might as well make it as good as you can.”
“It’s always good with you.” Alec quirked his lips up in a little not-smirk, like he’s flirting, making a joke that’s not a joke. Inviting her in to laugh with him.
“Could be better.” Rachel repeated. “And I’d like it, I think. It’s hot– you moving the toy around, feeling out different options. Finding what makes you feel good.”
Alec’s cheeks actually flushed and she smirked.
“Well, when you put it like that…” His voice got quieter, trailing off as he laughed a little. “I can… try?”
For you, his voice seemed to say, and Rachel frowned.
“If you don’t want to, don’t.” She said, nuzzling in to his neck in a comforting gesture. “Just means you have to tell me what you like. Try different positions on my own, and all.”
Alec made a little noise and Rachel kissed the nearest skin.
“You ready?” She asked, just to be sure and he nodded.
“Give it to me, ma chienne.”
She snorted because she knew that one, it meant bitch like her name did, and he’d asked first before calling her that which was stupid but kind of sweet, in pretty much the same way as a kinda dumb puppy.
Rachel grabbed his hip with one hand, enjoying the feel of it under her fingers, before pulling back just a little.
She loved him like this, he tried to keep his face blank and unaffected but she was in him, fucking him, and who could stay blank for that?
Rachel pushed the inch she’d taken back in, watching his eyes get dark for it. Yeah, he liked this.
She started up a rhythm with shallow thrusts, fucking into him with barely any motion. Just feeling their bodies move together. The base of the strap put pressure on her clit and he liked that, too, she could tell.
“Let me– your leg.” Rachel lifted her weight to free an arm and tap it, Alec dropping his head back to groan as he complied, letting her move him. She tugged until his knee was bent up by her hip and the angle changed.
“Like this?” She asked, but he was already shaking his head.
“No, sorry, it was– better before.” Rachel put her hands on either side of his shoulders and dropped her hips, fucking slower and he sucked in air harshly. “That’s nice.”
“Put your legs around me?” She asked. “I think it’ll be hot.”
Alec nodded, expression mostly flat, mostly unbothered except for the sweat under his curls and the color in his cheeks. The way his mouth kept trembling open.
He wrapped his legs around her waist and squeezed and it was hot, moreso for the way he rocked up into her thrusts like this, the leverage of his crossed ankles behind her back.
“God, you look good.” Rachel complained, speeding up because she couldn’t help it. He squeezed his eyes tight and didn’t moan but his breaths had more sound than normal, panting out sound, and his throat worked hard.
“S-sorry?” he tried, the hint of a laugh and Rachel bent a bit to nip some sweat off his throat, the pale line of it so tempting. She couldn’t stay for long because she needed to hold herself up, to give him cock, and she couldn’t even mind.
Her arms burned, thighs straining, and it was fucking amazing.
Alec’s cock rubbed against her belly between them and that was hot, too, the soft weight of his balls under it, and she pressed down a little harder so it would get more friction, until their stomachs touched.
“Surprised you wanted it like this.” She said, her voice deep in her chest and raspy from it. “Face to face.”
“And how should I want it?” Alec tried to grin and it fell off his face quick, something real shouldering it out of the way.
“Could see you bending over something.” Rachel said. “Looking back over your shoulder with your eyebrow doing that thing, daring me to.”
“Ideas for next time.” Alec’s eyes were bright.
“Kiss?” She asked, because he usually wanted that, and Alec nodded again, sighing a little when their mouths met.
He never pulled away from a kiss first, which was a weird thing to notice, maybe. It meant Rachel could kiss him slow and enjoy it, because he was good at it, doing strange things with his tongue and his teeth that somehow felt nice when they probably shouldn’t.
Sticking your tongue in someone else’s mouth was odd no matter how you cut it but Alec made it feel nice on purpose, like it was a dance he already knew, somehow elegant or graceful or other words that had no place in a kiss, until they did.
But it was still messy and sexy and full of breath and moving flesh, so it didn’t feel like a lie.
Alec broke away from the kiss with a grunt and Rachel checked to see if it was a bad sound, but he was wrapped around her and not flinching away, and when she repeated the jerky-sharp thrust his mouth fell open and a little sound escaped, so she kept doing it until he cussed.
“Could put you on top.” Rachel said, her voice curling up with amusement. “Let you bounce on it however feels good. Then we’d be doing it right– my turn to be used.”
“Shit–fuck– Rache, c’mon.” Alec was too winded to talk so she gave it to him a little faster, wanting him more out of breath. “Nng. You want me to use you like a toy? Fuck myself on your strap?”
“If you can talk that much, I’m doing it wrong.” Rachel decided, pushing herself up higher, feeling his thighs push back against his chest with the switch. Bending him in half.
“Au contrare, ma sweet, you’re doing great.” He gasped and half-laughed a note as she pulled out and fucked all the way in, one long and hard stroke that made his back arch off the bed.
“If I’m doing it right, you don’t speak English at all.” She found a punishing rhythm, trying and goddamn succeeding at wringing out more fucked-out little sounds from him.
“Oh, fuck.” Alec huffed, letting his head fall back with more breathy amusement falling out of his throat, before he groaned. “That’s not fair, Rache– ma loulou, my sweet–”
“Still English.” She dipped her chin and bit at one of his tits, not as big as Brian’s but just as nice. She didn’t mind him scrawny, liked being able to move him like this, to put him where she wanted.
“You won’t even understand me,” Alec muttered, shaking his head.
A high, short ahgnn left his mouth, cock jerking as she hit somewhere especially nice, especially hard.
“Don’t care.” Rachel sucked hard on a nipple, only for a few seconds because she had to breathe, but the casual roughness worked for him. “Understand all I need to, just from this.”
She punctuated that with a particularly rough thrust and watched him shiver for it.
“Body language, huh?” Alec pulled her into another kiss, this one too fast for all his fancy tricks, a quick and dirty press before he let her go. “I love– osti, j’aime tellement ça.” (I love it so much).
“Good.” Rachel praised, kissing down his jaw again as it clenched and his throat as he swallowed, following sweat sharp and animal under her tongue, the salt pooling at his collar bone.
“You like that?” Alec said, somehow coming off as skeptical despite the breathlessness, and Rachel bit his collar bone. Felt him jump, fuck, jump and clench on her strap.
“Fine, Jesus, ça te plaît? Tu aimes quand je parle français?” He trailed fingertips over her cheek, soft, a flirty smirk lilting the question up.
“Better.” Rachel said, nuzzling the bite-marks, sweetening it. “But I want you begging.”
“Christ, Rache.” Alec laughed, like he didn’t believe her. And then he said nothing at all but moaned pretty when she lifted up enough to reach a hand between them, jerking him off with a loose and easy grip.
And he gasped because he liked it, and he struggled to breathe because he was fucking her hand, and she curled her fingers around his cock and stroked in time with her thrusts, watching him take it.
“Ah– ah– Rache–” Filthy moans, pulled out of him despite his best efforts to breathe normally, and that felt good. “Plus, ma loulou, s’il te plaît, ah!”
“So pretty like this.” Rachel gasped, grinding at the end of every thrust just because it felt good against her clit. Fuck, she was so wet, and Alec was leaking into her hand.
His cock looked so small and angry with the foreskin pulled back, her hand was coated with precome, and he fucked up into her like the easiest thing in the world.
“Te plait, please, Rachel.” Alec was shivering on every thrust, abs clenching, hole clenching, like he was overstimulated, like he was right on the edge.
He was sweating and shaking and so fucking pink.
“Good girl, you’re doing so good, let go.” She muttered, kissing his shoulder, the only place she could really reach. “Come apart for me, I want to see you.”
Alec made a shocked noise, like it got stuck in his throat, and he bit his lip as his cock pulsed in her hand. Cum drooled out, edging over her thumb like a volcano, dripping down her wrist.
She worked him through it, steadying her hips into something gentle, less a metronome and more a swaying breeze.
“Not you, too.” He grumbled, chest still heaving like a bellows. Rachel ran her fingers down his chest, feeling sweat there, the thin cylinder of his rib cage.
“What– oh, the good girl thing?” Rachel snorted, slowing down even further when she caught a muted wince. Her toy was now a slow, slow drag, pumping lazily into him. “You shouldn’t cum so hard if you want us to stop saying it.”
“Rude.” And then he started muttering in tired French. “Franchement? J’va te montrer ‘good girl…’ Ça me saoule, là.”
Rachel laughed at him.
“You’re cute like this, too.” She uncurled her fingers from around his cock and it kind of flopped over, a string of goo dripping down from her hand. “Is it always so wet?”
“‘S part of it, yeah.” Alec squinted at her. “Some people use condoms to jerk off, keep things cleaner.”
“Stupid.” She indulged a casual thought and brought the gross hand up to his mouth. Alec didn’t even pause before his lips parted, the bottom one soft and plush and leaning up into her touch. Then he let her push her fingers in and his eyes slipped close as he sucked her.
What had she been saying?
“If you’re not going to fuck with it, what’s the point?”
Alec tried to speak around her fingers in his mouth and just ended up making a humming-agreement sound, which she liked a lot. Her eyes slipped a little low as she watched him.
She pulled them out but not too far, resting on his lip and chin so he could talk.
“Like I said, stops the mess.” Alec took a heavy breath. “All the jizz is caught in the rubber. Take it off, tie it, throw it away. Easy cleanup.”
“I like you messy.” Rachel decided, eyes hot. “It gets everywhere and that’s part of it, too. You drip and leak on yourself, on me.”
“Gah.” Alec slumped against the bed for a minute. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll want to go again.”
Rachel looked at his cock, which was doing a deflating type-thing and did not look ready to go again. It looked wet and pink and the extra skin was slowly starting to reclaim the angry red head.
“Shut up.” Alec said, laughing. “It’s a temporary situation and you’ve got a big piece of silicone in my ass, we’ve got options.”
“Big? You picked it out.” Rachel said. “If it’s not the right size you like, that’s your fault.”
Alec eased back and settled his weight again, letting his heels fall back on the bed. Legs widespread on either side of her, he wrapped his hand around his softish cock and started slowly playing with it.
Rachel swallowed.
“Uh.” She said, intelligently. One of his eyebrows started to rise and he did that stupid not-smirk thing where his mouth barely twitched.
“You were saying?” He pressed his tongue to the inside of his lip.
“Fuck, I hate you.” Rachel huffed, unable to help her own grin. “Shut up with that shit.”
“Why, Rachel, I’m sure I have no idea what you…” Alec trailed off as Rachel swatted at his hip. Not because it hurt or anything, but because the motion caused her cock to move in him and his hips bucked a little.
His pupils got a little bit bigger. He hadn’t started breathing completely normal again, which felt obvious as his breath shuddered out.
“But you haven’t cum yet, ma loulou. Surely such an injustice cannot persist, we must–” Alec dropped his half-hard cock and reached for her.
“I’m supposed to be the toy, right?” Rachel gripped the visible part of her cock and fed it in, watching his ribs jump– and his cock.
“Mm, that’s one interpretation.” His toes slid along her calf, both hands on her forearms, not pushing her away or pulling her in, just… feeling up the muscle there. Holding on. “You could say we’re supposed to use you.”
“Like we used Taylor.” Rachel turned and pressed a kiss to his knee. “Except, we fucked her like a hole, and you want me for my dick.”
“I certainly did not say that.” Alec looked amused.
“You want to use me as a dildo, not a fleshlight.” Rachel let the words fall off her tongue, just as vulgar as they wanted to be. Alec flushed.
“Surely, I want to use you as a strap at least.” The curly-haired boy muttered, biting his lip as he watched with dark eyes. “You look so fucking good with a strap-on.”
“I do.” Rachel agreed. “And you look good getting fucked.”
The touch of pink deepened over his cheeks. Usually, he didn’t change colors so easy, but he’d already come once, and that changed things. Made him more sensitive. More reactive.
“Ray.” Alec whined, as his cock twitched back to mostly-hard.
“It’s my turn. I’m being used.” Rachel pushed back into him until her hand met his ass and then let go of the silicone, but didn’t give him the rest. Instead she pulled out until only the head remained inside.
Alec’s eyes became black voids ringed with the slimmest border of blue.
“Tease.” He said, only to gasp as Rachel pushed it slowly, slowly in– all the way, this time. “If we’re gonna go again, we need more lube.”
“Hand it to me.” Rachel said, without looking away from where red plastic disappeared into his body. “I’m a little busy, here.”
“Calice de Crisse,” Alec breathed. “I don’t even know where it went.”
“Find it fast.” Rachel advised, as he started rifling through the blanket and the pillows as best he could in this position.
“I’m not sure we’ll survive your turn. Aren’t you meant to be compliant, soft, a toy for us?” Alec twisted almost all the way around to reach the tube discarded to the edge of the bed.
“Nah.” Rachel said. “Not when it’s this kind of fuck you want. Besides, you have to survive– it’s your turn next.”
Alec made a noise that wasn’t quite a moan and shivered again, finally snagging the lube.
“We can practice after this. You can eat me out until I get tired of you.” Rachel said, setting up a slow, deep rhythm.
“Mercy, woman.” Alec held out the lube with wide eyes. Rachel didn’t take it quite yet. “I mean. I will. But Christ.”
He obligingly squeezed some liquid onto her hand when she held it out.
“Good girl.” Rachel said, and wrapped her sticky hand around his cock again. “I think it’ll drip down if we get you wet enough, yeah?”
Alec moaned.
It didn’t, not really, but not for lack of trying. Then she poured some straight from the bottle onto her strap and that fixed the situation well enough.
Alec wasn’t complaining, anyway. That was the important part.