[This is the part that Corrigan is -- surprisingly good at. This undertone at the beginning of any encounter, soft and patient and gentle in a way his big macho dominant persona doesn't suggest. He runs a finger around the inside of the cuffs he's just fastened to Penny's wrists, making sure there's nothing that'll irritate her skin, that the metal fits smoothly, that it's warmed to the touch. Then he tightens it a couple notches, a couple clickclicks until there's no wiggle room.
He looms over her like this, pressed up to her back, making sure she's tightly cuffed, murmuring the words into the top of her head.] Safeword? [He prompts it every single time. Without fail. Even though she could probably break out without too much difficulty, even though the handcuffs are the sexy kind, not the legitimate restraint kind.]
[ it had started as a suggestion - offhanded, leering, and casual in equal measure. don’t you want to see what it’s like to get tied up for once? corrigan had promised to be gentle, to guide penny through every step of the way, explain things as they happened in a way she liked. and she’d agreed, and it had been really fun, and they just…kept on with the bondage.
even if they were real cuffs, she could snap them apart easily: just a quick, sharp tug, and they’d be bracelets. but that’s not the point, is it? penny breathes in, deep, and exhales, getting used to the light tension in her biceps, the pressure of metal on skin. ]
Good. [They'd started easily, just Corrigan’s big hands on her wrists, a sort of human restraint, a gentler echo of what they'd eventually escalate to. Then rope, smooth and pliant, looped around her wrists, her ankles, then padded cuffs, and now cool, firm metal.
Corrigan knows damn well Penny isn't helpless, but even the illusion of her wholly in his grasp is intoxicating. He smooths her hair away from the nape of her neck, nuzzling gently.] Going to be a good girl for me?
[ she likes it, she really does - being able to cede control, to slightly relax, to let somebody else make the decisions for a bit. and, against all reason, penny likes corrigan, as well. for every time that he doesn’t answer a text or makes some snide remark about the movies, there’s something else. a gift, that smile, the way that he holds her, even while tightening rope and metal. ]
Aren’t I always?
[ well, they both know that’s a lie. penny tosses her hair and tilts her head back to look up at him, grinning. the skirt’s short - a gift - and she’s not wearing anything underneath. corrigan had told her to take her panties off when she was about three steps into his apartment. ]
Not even remotely. [Corrigan retorts it immediately, bemused, kissing the top of her head with an indulgent air. His hands slide down her arms, sneaking under the hem of the short, short skirt. It's designer, pleated and flirty and easily flipped upwards. Both big hands take their time squeezing at Penny's bare cheeks, then her thighs, seemingly just enjoying himself.
Then he nods towards the couch, a few steps away -- sleek leather, of course, only the best. Perfect bending-over height too.] Don't be impatient. Lean over the back and show me you can wait nicely.
Asking isn't being impatient, it's just asking. [ she likes having a plan, for all things that aren't spider-girl. swinging through the city demands a certain amount of improvisation: catching herself, calculating vectors and trajectories on the fly, thinking on her feet. without the mask, she likes knowing what she's getting herself into. plans for baking and schoolwork and, yes, for screwing her hot fuckbuddy.
(boyfriend?? no, not boyfriend, a guy like corrigan doesn't date)
she doesn't jump or flinch when he fondles her, just savoring the warmth of his hands, the calloused fingertips on her smooth skin. penny takes the few steps forwards to the couch. when she bends over – perfectly good girl, thank you very much! - the skirt rises up partway on her ass. ]
I mean, you keep talking about what you want to do to me – edge me, screw me against a window, put a collar on me – you really can't blame me for being curious, you know?
That'd be as logical as blaming the sun for shining, sweetheart. [Corrigan teases it, stepping forward to flip up that skirt just a little more, hand resting on Penny's ass, squeezing slightly.] It's your nature, after all. Curious and just a little bit bratty.
[A pause, then he pulls his hand away, before bringing it back to smack against her ass -- lightly, still, just enough to make a sound, to sting a little. Then he pauses, waiting to see her reaction. Spanking is pretty tame, compared to the things Corrigan's texted or talked about doing, but it's still new territory.]
What I’m hearing is that you think I’m - [ bright, but she’s cut off by the shock of the blow on her ass. it’s not painful, just sharp enough to get a reaction. penny gasps, body going perfectly still as she processes that yes, this is happening.
spanking isn’t something she’s ever thought she actively wanted, but. a short skirt, a smart mouth, sleeping with an older man with a mile-wide kinky streak. it doesn’t come as a surprise, in retrospect.
Doing good, still? [Corrigan’s right up behind her, smoothing his palm back and forth over the red mark he's left. His voice is patient, nearly paternal -- if she's not fully into it, there are plenty of other things he can do.
Still, that little gasp, that shiver -- he's a fan. His fingers slip a little, tracing up the inside of her thigh.]
[ she’s quiet for another moment, contemplative, taking stock in how she’s feeling. a jolt of endorphins, rush of adrenaline and arousal, but not the panicky fight-or-flight she gets when she’s actually duking it out.
seems good. ]
Uh-huh. [ penny arcs her back, pressing her ass into corrigan’s hand. ] Try it again?
[Corrigan waits patiently, then smiles, squeezing her ass affectionately and carefully tucking her skirt back out of the way.] Good.
[The second smack is harder, more centered, his palm immediately rubbing at the red mark. Then a third, a fourth, before he pauses again.] You look good like this, y'know. Arching your back for me.
You - hn! say that about everything. [ which is a hell of an ego boost, to be perfectly frank. penny hasn’t taken the time to sit and sort through her thoughts about corrigan’s habitual flattery, about how much is genuine or how much is to get in her pants. and honestly, she’s not exactly rushing to do so. ]
Sure do. But I still mean it every time. [He pauses after one of the smacks to slide his fingers up her thighs again, wanting to make her shiver, wanting to throw her off-guard. That's the goal of everything, really -- make Penny flustered.]
But this is a particular favorite. Top ten at least.
[ seems like a good conversation to have face-to-face. penny rolls over, raising her arms up so they don't catch on the couch. sitting prettily on the arm of the couch, penny tilts her head up and grins. ]
Ten - green, by the way - ten's a lot. I'd be curious to know what else is there. [ she spreads her legs, running one foot up the outside of corrigan's thigh. ]
[Corrigan moves back enough to let Penny roll over, but then he moves right back in, smiling slow and smug, Cheshire-cat-style. His hands find her thighs, careful to push up the skirt once again. Gotta keep that hem high.]
I like lists. Top tens -- top fives, top threes. They mean I've had a myriad of experiences. [He leans in, hand coming to tip her chin up.] But I expect a list in return. Praise is very important for a healthy dynamic.
[ penny knows corrigan well enough to anticipate what he'll want, which is why she spread her legs before he asked, before he stepped forwards to fill the space. but it doesn't mean that it's not a little overwhelming sometimes. how effortlessly he commands the space around her, how much penny melts when he looks at her. ]
Sure. You'd just need to be more specific.
[ "top five" is vague. she likes some direction, some sort of constraints. penny's breath hitches when he gently grips her chin, nipples stiffening through the fabric of her blouse. ]
And that experience has been pretty great for me. Uh, for us.
[Corrigan hums softly, thoughtfully, thumb delicately tracing the line of Penny's jawline. He notes the effect he's having -- that shirt is criminally sheer, which is exactly why he'd picked it -- and his smile curves a little more towards smug.]
All right. Top...three things that we've done that you fantasize about when I'm not around? [That's a cocky assumption, that she even does that, but cocky is sort of Corry’s whole thing.]
[ she raises her eyebrows, tilting her head back a bit further to look at corrigan in the eye. despite her, well, everything - handcuffed hands, spread legs, gauzy blouse - she’s still able to pull off faux-apprehension. ]
Bold of you, thinking I fantasize. [ she does. she taps one heel against the sofa in thought. ]
Sex in your office. All spread out on top of your desk. Your hands - just in general. They’re really nice. [ gripping her, fingers between her legs, holding her down - she’s not picky. ] And - I dunno. Maybe you picking out a dress for me and fucking me in it.
Noted. [Corrigan says it thoughtfully, though there's a definite note of smug preening about him. He likes compliments, sue him.
Those big hands come to settle on Penny's waist, warm and broad, resting in place for a moment.] Personally I enjoyed the time I handcuffed you, got between your thighs and ate you out until you cried.
[A pause, then that wolfish grin.] Oh, wait. I haven't done that yet.
Pfft. [ maybe it’s not that funny, but penny gives something partway between a snort and a laugh. it’s just too on-the-nose of a joke, like something she and her friends would have done back in middle school. ]
If you’re trying for subtle, it’s not working. [ her eyelids flutter, head tilting up as corrigan sets his hands on her waist. from the position she’s in, she can feel a few of his fingers tracing the tops of her thighs. ] But it sounds promising.
[Corry grins shamelessly, because he's obnoxious that way, and he's fully convinced of his own humor and genius, of course. His fingertips are indeed straying down to her thighs, tracing where fabric ends and skin begins.] Darling, I never try for subtle. It's a pointless effort, so why bother?
[Suddenly he lifts her, easily, barely even straining as he perches her on the back of the couch and ducks down to bump his nose against hers, words coming out in the soft breath between their mouths.] And that almost sounds like a "yes please". Want to try it again?
So you really are staring at my ass whenever I think you are? Good to - [ she’s cut off when corrigan grabs her, readjusts her position and drops her onto the back of the couch, easy as can be. penny lets out a surprised eep!
honestly, it’s sort of nice to be manhandled like this now again. usually, when she’s on the street as spider-girl, she’s the one throwing people around. ]
Somebody’s kinda needy, huh? [ she’s grinning, teasing, pushing back at him. ] Yes, please.
Trust your instincts, darling. [Corry grins upwards, carefully getting down on his knees -- he's an old man, be patient with him.] I'm always staring at your ass. Regardless of the situation.
And of course. [His hands slide up the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart.] Have you seen yourself lately?
Yeah, a lot less thrift stores. [ not all of her wardrobe is second-hand, but a lot of it is. and the stuff that isn’t was gifted and worn through to threads, or bought on sale. corrigan’s given her a lot of clothes. the gauzy blouse and miniskirt she’s wearing, sure - but also just good jeans, a few comfortable sweaters, things like that.
it’s nice, even if a part of her still feels a little overwhelmed at the sheer volume of how much it is. ]
Which - [ she says, spreading her legs, trying not to (obviously) shiver at his touch. ] Isn’t a bad thing.
Only the best for my girl. [Corry pauses, glancing up from between Penny's thighs, hands gripping firmly, thumbs stroking slowly across her silky skin. He hasn't called her that yet -- not out loud, not even when he's in the heat of the moment. He's a little surprised how right it feels.
Then he turns his attention back to pressing his lips against the inside of her thigh, nuzzling, then working his teeth at one spot, just low enough that any mark would be visible beneath her hem.] Even if you spend more time out of them than in, with me.
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Date: 2023-07-16 10:31 pm (UTC)[This is the part that Corrigan is -- surprisingly good at. This undertone at the beginning of any encounter, soft and patient and gentle in a way his big macho dominant persona doesn't suggest. He runs a finger around the inside of the cuffs he's just fastened to Penny's wrists, making sure there's nothing that'll irritate her skin, that the metal fits smoothly, that it's warmed to the touch. Then he tightens it a couple notches, a couple clickclicks until there's no wiggle room.
He looms over her like this, pressed up to her back, making sure she's tightly cuffed, murmuring the words into the top of her head.] Safeword? [He prompts it every single time. Without fail. Even though she could probably break out without too much difficulty, even though the handcuffs are the sexy kind, not the legitimate restraint kind.]
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Date: 2023-07-16 10:54 pm (UTC)[ it had started as a suggestion - offhanded, leering, and casual in equal measure. don’t you want to see what it’s like to get tied up for once? corrigan had promised to be gentle, to guide penny through every step of the way, explain things as they happened in a way she liked. and she’d agreed, and it had been really fun, and they just…kept on with the bondage.
even if they were real cuffs, she could snap them apart easily: just a quick, sharp tug, and they’d be bracelets. but that’s not the point, is it? penny breathes in, deep, and exhales, getting used to the light tension in her biceps, the pressure of metal on skin. ]
Applesauce.
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Date: 2023-07-17 04:45 am (UTC)Corrigan knows damn well Penny isn't helpless, but even the illusion of her wholly in his grasp is intoxicating. He smooths her hair away from the nape of her neck, nuzzling gently.] Going to be a good girl for me?
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Date: 2023-07-17 05:29 pm (UTC)Aren’t I always?
[ well, they both know that’s a lie. penny tosses her hair and tilts her head back to look up at him, grinning. the skirt’s short - a gift - and she’s not wearing anything underneath. corrigan had told her to take her panties off when she was about three steps into his apartment. ]
So about that to-do list?
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Date: 2023-07-19 04:22 am (UTC)Then he nods towards the couch, a few steps away -- sleek leather, of course, only the best. Perfect bending-over height too.] Don't be impatient. Lean over the back and show me you can wait nicely.
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Date: 2023-07-19 09:41 pm (UTC)(boyfriend?? no, not boyfriend, a guy like corrigan doesn't date)
she doesn't jump or flinch when he fondles her, just savoring the warmth of his hands, the calloused fingertips on her smooth skin. penny takes the few steps forwards to the couch. when she bends over – perfectly good girl, thank you very much! - the skirt rises up partway on her ass. ]
I mean, you keep talking about what you want to do to me – edge me, screw me against a window, put a collar on me – you really can't blame me for being curious, you know?
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Date: 2023-07-20 03:14 am (UTC)[A pause, then he pulls his hand away, before bringing it back to smack against her ass -- lightly, still, just enough to make a sound, to sting a little. Then he pauses, waiting to see her reaction. Spanking is pretty tame, compared to the things Corrigan's texted or talked about doing, but it's still new territory.]
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Date: 2023-07-21 03:21 pm (UTC)spanking isn’t something she’s ever thought she actively wanted, but. a short skirt, a smart mouth, sleeping with an older man with a mile-wide kinky streak. it doesn’t come as a surprise, in retrospect.
she nods. flexes her fingers. ] Yeah.
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Date: 2023-07-22 04:36 pm (UTC)Still, that little gasp, that shiver -- he's a fan. His fingers slip a little, tracing up the inside of her thigh.]
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Date: 2023-07-23 02:07 pm (UTC)seems good. ]
Uh-huh. [ penny arcs her back, pressing her ass into corrigan’s hand. ] Try it again?
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Date: 2023-07-24 01:38 am (UTC)[The second smack is harder, more centered, his palm immediately rubbing at the red mark. Then a third, a fourth, before he pauses again.] You look good like this, y'know. Arching your back for me.
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Date: 2023-07-24 10:25 pm (UTC)No that I’m complaining.
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Date: 2023-07-26 12:44 am (UTC)But this is a particular favorite. Top ten at least.
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Date: 2023-07-27 02:53 am (UTC)[ seems like a good conversation to have face-to-face. penny rolls over, raising her arms up so they don't catch on the couch. sitting prettily on the arm of the couch, penny tilts her head up and grins. ]
Ten - green, by the way - ten's a lot. I'd be curious to know what else is there. [ she spreads her legs, running one foot up the outside of corrigan's thigh. ]
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Date: 2023-07-28 03:10 am (UTC)I like lists. Top tens -- top fives, top threes. They mean I've had a myriad of experiences. [He leans in, hand coming to tip her chin up.] But I expect a list in return. Praise is very important for a healthy dynamic.
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Date: 2023-07-28 03:43 am (UTC)Sure. You'd just need to be more specific.
[ "top five" is vague. she likes some direction, some sort of constraints. penny's breath hitches when he gently grips her chin, nipples stiffening through the fabric of her blouse. ]
And that experience has been pretty great for me. Uh, for us.
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Date: 2023-07-29 03:26 am (UTC)All right. Top...three things that we've done that you fantasize about when I'm not around? [That's a cocky assumption, that she even does that, but cocky is sort of Corry’s whole thing.]
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Date: 2023-08-01 03:21 pm (UTC)Bold of you, thinking I fantasize. [ she does. she taps one heel against the sofa in thought. ]
Sex in your office. All spread out on top of your desk. Your hands - just in general. They’re really nice. [ gripping her, fingers between her legs, holding her down - she’s not picky. ] And - I dunno. Maybe you picking out a dress for me and fucking me in it.
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Date: 2023-08-05 12:46 am (UTC)Those big hands come to settle on Penny's waist, warm and broad, resting in place for a moment.] Personally I enjoyed the time I handcuffed you, got between your thighs and ate you out until you cried.
[A pause, then that wolfish grin.] Oh, wait. I haven't done that yet.
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Date: 2023-08-07 03:49 am (UTC)If you’re trying for subtle, it’s not working. [ her eyelids flutter, head tilting up as corrigan sets his hands on her waist. from the position she’s in, she can feel a few of his fingers tracing the tops of her thighs. ] But it sounds promising.
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Date: 2023-08-10 01:50 am (UTC)[Suddenly he lifts her, easily, barely even straining as he perches her on the back of the couch and ducks down to bump his nose against hers, words coming out in the soft breath between their mouths.] And that almost sounds like a "yes please". Want to try it again?
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Date: 2023-08-11 07:21 pm (UTC)honestly, it’s sort of nice to be manhandled like this now again. usually, when she’s on the street as spider-girl, she’s the one throwing people around. ]
Somebody’s kinda needy, huh? [ she’s grinning, teasing, pushing back at him. ] Yes, please.
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Date: 2023-08-17 12:40 am (UTC)And of course. [His hands slide up the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart.] Have you seen yourself lately?
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Date: 2023-08-17 05:16 pm (UTC)it’s nice, even if a part of her still feels a little overwhelmed at the sheer volume of how much it is. ]
Which - [ she says, spreading her legs, trying not to (obviously) shiver at his touch. ] Isn’t a bad thing.
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Date: 2023-08-18 03:42 am (UTC)Then he turns his attention back to pressing his lips against the inside of her thigh, nuzzling, then working his teeth at one spot, just low enough that any mark would be visible beneath her hem.] Even if you spend more time out of them than in, with me.