knightsoflegend | LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

[ Oh Peter. If you think she hadn't already figured that out for herself and that's not a major reason as to why she's with you at all? You wrong. While she might find the confidence sexy, it was only once she realized that his arrogance wasn't all that different to her own that she started to take him seriously. She appreciates his swagger, his cocky grin, even his egotistical banter in a way she never had before because he was no longer the guy looking to rack up notches so fast he couldn't even bother to learn a girls name. He was the one who looked sincerely disappointed, maybe even dejected when she'd shut him down for the billionth time. The guy who was capable of feeling far more than she suspected anyone, including herself until recently, had ever given him credit for. What they had wasn't just because he was really seeing her... it was because she was really seeing him as well.

Perhaps that's why every bit of sense immediately flies out of her head as she feels his body's desperate struggle beneath her, Kenzi's breaths coming harder as she rolls against him until he's practically begging for entry. She can feel him throb and twitch as she stills on top of him, his scent filling her head as she shifts ever so slightly and it would take just one raise of his hips or roll of her own for him to be buried between her thighs. ]

Oh God. [ He'd hear it now, the slip to her control. The near desperate need she'd been able to mask when she'd been ordering him around and it has to be maddening the way she hovers there. Teasing at more but not giving him what he wants right away. ]

I've never wanted anyone as much as I do you. [ An unexpected amount of sincerity in her voice and it's clearly not about stroking his ego or turning him on. It's just the truth and rather than try to keep it buried and pretend like it's not there at all she actually wants him to know.

There's no more words now, just her mouth dragging across his cheek as she seeks out his lips. Smothering a low, deep groan as in spite of herself, she lowers herself down on top of him.]

[ his mouth crashes against hers, and he moans into her own as he enters her, incredibly easily given how slick she is right now, practically shuddering at the relief of it as it seems like he's ready to devour her with needy, blind kisses. his hips don't hesitate, beginning to drive upwards again and again in a slowly increasing greedy rhythm. remember how he said he just wanted to do this "a little"? yeah, he forgot about that the second he got a taste of what it feels like to be inside her this way, with nothing in between them at all; all fucks and all sense are right out the window (he rolled a 2 on that will save). all he knows anymore is his need for more of her, and he pumps up inside of her as deeply as she'll allow him, gasping and groaning into the kiss and hoping she won't cut it off any time soon. she's effectively erased every thought from his head that's not just about how good it feels to be here and now with her, inside of her, under her, kissing her, all of it. ] Oh my god, you feel like heaven. [ it's half murmured in the second they have to break the kiss just to breathe ] How do you feel so good?

[ Maybe it's his response to her giving in to what they both want, or maybe it's just that 3 I rolled when I tried to give her a second chance to not be stupid but it quickly becomes clear by the unbidden moans that vibrate against his lips, that there's no stopping this train for either of them. Perhaps it's that added layer of risk that makes it different this time, or even the fact that she knows he's unable to witness how completely gone she is for him but the usual trepidation that comes with allowing herself to be completely open with somebody slips away as she loses all sense of where she ends and he begins.

Every moan, every thrust or erratic jerk of his hips lets her know exactly what he wants and she seems to once again find that perfect balance between teasing him by holding back before she soothes his body's need by taking him fully once again. (Wis 19) ]

Because I know you...

[ It was meant as cheeky, playful but there's more truth in that than either might realize in the moment. She no longer sees the Peter Quill that he chooses to show the world, not now she's peeked behind the curtain and it's that much easier to give a person what they long for when you know what it is that drives them. ]

I know what makes your toes curl. [ Intent on proving it as she changes the rhythm and uses his every reaction to read him like a book and it's more than just knowing what he likes and how he likes it, it's being able to make it memorable in every way. (Dex 17) ]

Oh god, baby - yes. [ Her words half-muffled by his lips, like she can't bear to break away even to shower him in compliments. ] You feel so fucking good.

[ She moves faster now, feeling what little control she had unravel as every touch becomes needier, her moans more desperate, every kiss a possessive claim that threatens to steal the air from his lungs and it's not his name but Star-Lord that falls from her lips like a prayer. Full of praise and need as compliments spill over between moans and heady kisses. ]

You're mine - [ Full of a possessive confidence as she all but growls that against his lips. Informing him rather than asking him to be as she slips her fingers beneath the edge of the blindfold so that she can lock her gaze on his and there's a challenge in her voice. A not so subtle push as she teases him with almost kisses and her hand drops back to grip his jaw and keep his focus on her as the roll of her body never ceases. ]

Now make me yours, Star-Lord.

[ every word that she says serves only to wind him up more, and he's trying so hard to respond to what she's doing here, but his own movements are limited to his mindlessly thrusting cock since he's tied up, held down, and now locked in place by the grip on his face. still, he tries to find a rhythm with own timing that will be equally satisfying for her, instead of just letting his own impatience get the better of both of them (wis 13). his body doesn't seem like it will ever tire of plunging into her again and again with his fort save of 26, even if the angle makes it difficult to keep a piston-like strength going for long (str 13). at this point, his usual attempts at being charming are gone (charm 21), blasted away entirely as he lies there exposed and raw and practically panting for her as she relays that order.

he still makes it look... really damn good, muttering her name in response to her words, as if it's the only word that makes sense to him anymore.

maybe she meant something else entirely - it really could be so many other things. but his stupid monkey-brain only takes that statement about marking his own possession of her in one direction, as fucking stupid as it is (wis 3) and he does not have the wherewithal to stop himself now, each thrust taking him further and further from sense, the bed creaking beneath them with each bounce as he holds her gaze as if his life depends on it ] Shit. Shit shit shit-- I'm gonna--

[ his face contorts as he draws closer to climax, his hips beginning to stutter against hers with sudden bursts of tension that signal he's about to lose it entirely. he at least starts to warn her, his voice tight as he struggles so hard to extend it long enough for her to roll off or protest or literally anything else. maybe if he were a better person, he would... stop himself, but apparently that's asking a lot. ]

[ Yeah, Peter. Like... maybe... she was challenging you... to get out of those restraints and take control? That would probably make, a lot more sense than where this is headed. Surely we can rely on Kenzi - she who is adamant that she should never be allowed to reproduce because she can't even keep a chia pet alive - to finally remember to be smart. So what if she's failed her last two Wisdom Checks on this matter?! She can't possibly...

Roll a 2. (Wis 6)

Really I'm blaming her own climax, the one that starts to crest as he tries to spit out that warning (Fort Save 24). She moves on top of him with an exquisite control that makes up for anything lacking in his own (Str 19), Kenzi seemingly trying to give him the worlds most memorable sex as she sinks down on top of him, again and again until her cries are drowning him out. ]

OhFuckyess - yes, oh god yes- Star-lord, yes.

[ And if you thought that the moment the rush of his release went through her would be the one that finally snapped her out of this haze of desperate need - you are sorely mistaken. (Wis 7) She is far too gone, riding the wave with him now as she buries her face in the crook of his neck, murmuring encouragement over and over and she keeps a perfect rhythm with him. ]

[ his 6 wisdom check is not doing him any favors either, especially not when she starts to cum moments before he's about to and starts screaming his name, thrashing and plunging onto him that way. it's too late, and she would feel the warmth spread through her as he cums in a series of long spurts inside of her. an animal noise rips free from his throat that transforms into her name as his hips continue to sputter against her own until he's completely emptied himself inside her. he's too busy feeling utterly satiated to give a crap about how that might be a bad call, his face nuzzling against her own where she's buried against him, as he tries in vain to regain control of his breath. ]

Jesus fucking Christ.

That was so hot. [ it's almost exhaled on a disbelieving laugh, as if he doesn't know what emotion to attach to it in his contented astonishment. ] You are insanely hot.

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[ It's only the very end that Peter passes her lips, something more intimate in the way she murmurs it against his skin. As if all the praise was for Star-Lord but the more subtle appreciation is for the man who plays that part. She can't pluck a single coherent thought from her head as the rocking of her body slows to a stop. Her skin warm and slick with sweat as she collapses against him, struggling to catch her breath. ]

Told you. [ A breathless huff of a laugh almost eating those words as she presses her lips to the base of his neck, her tongue swiping out to taste the salt on his skin as her hand moves up to tangle in his hair. ]

That was... [ Words fail her completely as a shiver winds its way down her spine. ] I promise to never unappreciate your genius again.

[ Her laughter having more body this time as she references their first time in this room. Sure hope you weren't looking to get untied though, Peter. She's way too blissed out to remember that at the moment. ]

[ it's fine, he just isn't strong enough to break free in manly fashion the way you were hoping there, kenz lmao

he moans a bit again as she licks his neck and then twists enough that he can glance down between their bodies, where he fixates on the way he can see his own jizz starting to drip out of her, as if this were the most captivating thing he's ever seen.

he finally drags his eyes slowly back up towards hers, from where they peek out beneath that blindfold she's half pushed up earlier, and there's a, uh, definite Look in his eyes when he says in a completely husky voice (why there's a helluva nat 20 charismatic check for you): ] Bring it over here.

I wanna clean you out.

[ #thatfreaklifetho

look, he warned her about raunchy

]

[ That probably would have been her cue for reality and potential panic to set in, but when she looks up and catches the way he's looking at her and those damn words pass his lips? Thinking isn't really a thing she's capable of as these words pass her own: ]

Will you marry me? [ I mean. She's joking. Clearly. Probably. Come on you hear that and don't say the first stupid thing that comes into your head! ]

You are so fucking hot right now.

[ Her mouth is pressed hard to his before he has much of a chance to respond, Kenzi groaning against his lips as she reluctantly shifts so that he's no longer inside of her. She can feel her thighs slick from where he's already leaked out of her, a trail of it dragging across his stomach as she climbs up his body and she braces herself against the head of the bed, hovering over him as she pushes that blindfold further back so his view is completely unobscured. ]

And I am so yours. [ She is not, even going to pretend to deny it after crit failing her Will Save. She's 200% here for this and she can't even bring herself to care about the unprotected sex. ] Hands freed or do you just want me to ride your face?

[ Throwing back a pretty unfair grin of her own. (Charm 45). I mean. She warned him... hard same. ]

[ her spontaneous proposal just extends his grin wolfishly, although it's clear he doesn't take it seriously either, and then she's kissing him and sliding up him and he doesn't have to respond to that anyway. he lets out a small groan at the question, his eyes finally tearing off hers to look back down at her sex with undisguised hunger ] Don't need 'em. [ he still sounds almost like his throat is parched, and he bites his bottom lip for a moment before he gives an eager demand: ] Sit on me, already.

Jesus Christ. [ If ever there was a way for Kenzi to find religion, it was going to be at the hands of Peter Quill's mouth.

A low groan spills past her lips and he doesn't need to tell her again, her eyes locked on his as she lowers herself painfully slowly towards his mouth. Teasing him - always teasing him as her free hand slips down to tangle in the length of his hair, Kenzi allowing herself a moment just to appreciate the sight of him about to devour her before giving him exactly what he demands. ]

Fuck me...

[ whether it's just an exclamation or a request, it's gonna yield the same result, as he lets out a pleased growl before diving in with total abandon. this isn't an exercise in finesse, but that doesn't mean it still doesn't feel damn good (dex 14) and what's more, the sounds he makes as his tongue eagerly laps his own discharge from her are entrancing enough. look, his sexual awakening came far enough away from the bible belt of the galaxy that he's got zero shame in how much he's into the combined effect of experiencing both of their tastes tangled up together and it clearly seems powerfully intimate as far as he's concerned. he's just gonna have a religious experience of his own down here, and make sure that it's equally as satisfying for both of them. his enthusiasm erases any possible semblance of shame, his tongue dragging everywhere it can reach, including gliding a sloppy trail perilously close to her back door, as if to just make sure that she knows that there's not a line for him - and possibly half testing to see if she's got one of her own.

he will happily die here between her thighs, basically, until she decides she's had enough, occasionally managing to murmur a few more half mad phrases against her, talking about just how much he loves this, her taste, her pussy, and just how gorgeous he thinks it looks covered in his cum ]

[ There's a moment, just a he's looking up at her with greedy desire and the sound of him licking her clean as she tries not to buck against his mouth, where it occurs to her that asking him to marry her wasn't the dumbest thing she could have said. She has never been more turned on by anyone or anything in her life and he has ruined her for anyone else. It's either marry this a-hole some day or resign herself to sub-par sex and as much as she might try to care about this being a problem? She is far too taken in by what he's doing with his mouth to give a flying fuck.

He's rewarded with the sight of her unraveling above him as he banishes any shred of composure that remained, her body a quivering mess as pleasure and awe compete for dominance while she tries desperately to watch him - because seriously - who gave him the right to be this attractive as well as this good with his mouth? Her fingers push through his hair as she grinds against his mouth, the scrape of stubble only seeming to heighten everything as praise falls effortlessly from her lips. She is so gone, so utterly taken with him that all lines have been erased and the only thing that could get her to move from this spot is the inevitable orgasm that starts to rock through her body. (Fort 13)

The words that pass her lips are a nonsensical string of compliments all littered with curses but he could be fairly confident that she just told him he was fucking perfect as she holds on with both hands. She all but has to throw herself back from his mouth as every nerve in her body goes into sensory overload and in those seconds you could have asked her name and she honestly would not have been able to answer. ]

Fuck - Fuck [ No really, who is she? ] Jesus - how...

[ She's still half on top of him, the sight of her swollen and slick with arousal there for him to enjoy as her body shudders with aftershocks. Her hand grips his side for support as a string of incoherent exclamations sound under her breath and for the life of her, she can't seem to figure out how to make her limbs work let alone what to do with herself next. ]

Fuck - you?? [ How are you real, Peter Quill? ] Fucking Kevin Bacon...

[ it takes him a half a moment to recover before he lifts his head from where he was staring (i'll give you three guesses) to look at her, his expression suddenly writ over with adorable concern ] You alright? What did I-- I didn't hurt you, did I? [ which seems like a hilarious conceit at all from the guy who has his hands tied up over his head and was just having his face straddled but he actually seems worried that he might have done something.

another possibility suddenly hits him though, and his eyes widen a bit more. ] Is it because I--

I know we said we wouldn't do that. I'm sorry, I got... really... really carried away. [ and now he looks vaguely mortified that he might have done something really wrong in her books or gotten her to do something she didn't want to, even if she had been an enthusiastic participant. MAYBE THE SAFE WORD IS JUST REGRET KICKING IN. ] Is it-- are we ... [ finishing sentences is hard ]

[ It’s that awkward moment when she was paying him a compliment but without the ability to make complete sentences at the time, the result is his concern and her utter confusion as she tries to drag her head out of that haze of lust long enough to make sense of the words coming out of his mouth.

She should really get a medal for not immediately laughing at the sight of him, with his hands tied above his head and struggling to finish a sentence but he looks so completely mortified that he’s gone and fucked something up somehow that she can’t even bring herself to grin. ]

What – no – I wasn’t - [ Okay legs, you can do it. You can work, really you can.

It’s a little clumsy the way she shifts on top of him, like she’s still not regained full use of her limbs but she’s quickly trying to smooth out those worry lines with her fingers as she settles back against him, her own expression caught between apologetic and adoring. ]

It was amazing. You were - are, perfect. [ She drops her mouth to meet his with the intent of offering him reassurance but it feels like she’s about to escalate things right before she forces herself to pull back. ] I wasn’t trying to use the safe word… I was thinking… you so earned it as one. [ A beat. ] Actually I wasn’t really thinking at all… it’s more that, words were coming out of my mouth.

[ Her smile softens and she makes a move to loosen that belt that’s holding him in place. ]

Not bad Kevin Bacon. Very, very good, Kevin Bacon. [ A beat. ] Footloose, Kevin Bacon.

[ And she’s so worried about reassuring him that she’s not even going to touch on the whole, so we sure did fail on that condom use. Just yet anyway. ]

[ her words do wonders to turn his confusion into relief, and then into something much more... pride and affection on equal footing as she explains her reasoning. when his wrists are finally free, he lowers them and rubs them absently, staring at her all the way as a little smile of triumph lights his face ] Oh.

Really? [ that hangs there for a beat, before his smile widens with cocky joy ] I mean. Yeah. Told you, didn't I? [ if she smacks him, he won't stop smiling the whole time ] You're pretty damn Footloose Kevin Bacon yourself.

[ And if she hadn’t just scared the crap out of him then he’d definitely be getting smacked but he earned his moment of arrogance after having her ride his face while he was tied up. ]

Maybe I just wanted you to prove it. [ Bouncing her eyebrows like she was the mastermind who tricked him into mind-blowing sex by suggesting he might not be worthy of Kevin Bacon. ]

Oh, baby… I’ve always been Footloose. [ Yet even as she throws that back, there’s something in the way her eyes shine that suggests his words mean something to her. ] You’re only just catching on.

[ he raises one hand to brush over her cheek, pushing back the hair that's hanging there, his fingers twining gently through it as he studies her expression with an intimate intensity ] I mean, if that's level one... I am in it to win it.

[ his expression gets a little more serious, his own eyes reflecting back that same brightness in her own as he looks between them ]

You are so beautiful.

Not just because you're... stunningly hot, but you're like...

My dream girl, basically.

Naked. And in my bed. And very kinky. [ he's losing the plot a little here, veer it back, quill ] What I'm trying to say is... you're pretty perfect yourself.

[ She’s always been very good at telling other people that she’s attractive or awesome or even excellent in bed, but it was different when she said it. She said it so often, in fact, that you’d think she’d know how to take a compliment when it was sincerely given but it’s that intimate intensity that she’s not used to. It’s the fact that as she looks at him, she believes he means it. That she is beautiful. That maybe… she is his dream girl.

It’s probably one of the sweetest things that anyone has ever said to her, which is what makes the next things out of her mouth sound so ridiculous. ]

God you are such an asshole. [ There’s no malice in it and while there’s more than a touch of drama in the way she says it? He only has to look at her eyes to realize that she’s coming to terms with the fact that she likes him. Really likes him. Already started mentally making plans levels of like. ]

You know I had this whole, no dating policy until you came and fucked it up. [ She rocks forward, silencing the idiotic words she seems incapable of stopping by kissing him and there’s emotion behind it, a swell of feeling that threatens to bowl her over as she has to cup his cheek just to try and stay grounded. ]

Because you have to date me now. [ Murmuring those words against his lips, her eyes closed like it will make it easier for her to say this. ] You can’t go telling me I’m basically your dream girl and then not date me.

[ he leans into that kiss, into her touch, his own hand still locked in place on her cheek, where his thumb caresses her skin gently.

still, when she forces herself to say it, his eyebrows both climb a little, and despite her trying to avoid eye contact, he pulls back to study her and says: ] Is this the part where I remind you about the shit you gave me earlier just for asking you on one date?

[ Oh my god you are such a D I C K.

She lifts her head to look at him, her face the picture of ' this bitch '. ]

Is this the part where I remind you who deepthroated you in the hallway of a club?

Only if I get to bring up that somewhere in the middle of what just happened, you proposed.

[ How dare! ]

That! Was my vagina talking.

[ What's amazing is that she says that with a straight face. ]

And you didn't say no!

I was a little busy at the moment.

[ you weren't complaining. Pepperidge Farm remembers. ]

I guess I'm gonna take that as a yes, then. About the date. [ that seems an appropriately cautious answer. he's not actually sure if she's talking about that kind of dating, or like... exclusive dating.

a smarter man would clarify in this moment, probably. ]

[ ... ]

Yes, you were. [ Look at that satisfied grin. ]

I already said yes. [ Did you, tho? ] You were just... distracted by the singing and the sex.

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