Writing Clip (Nsfw)
A showing of my writing style for anyone looking to commission me :) This was taken from my ao3, so if you recognize it it is likely from there.
The flat was almost completely silent, all expect for the light squeaking of the flimsy coffee table that Agnes had laid him down on. Gerry let out soft sighs with each roll of her hips, the two of them casually gazing up at the show they had put on earlier. Her hand trailed down his back, fingers teasing over his spine, nails playing over his tattoos. "Do you think we should go to the flea market later?" she asked softly, her gentle tone coupled with a harsh thrust that caused him to jerk and whimper. Turning his face into his arm he sighed, "I don't know, J-" he stifled a gasp, "-Jon needed help with recovering something from the-" she grabbed the hair at the nap of his neck and pulled him flush against her hips; he broke off with another weak groan. She laughed and petted his cheek, building back into their rhythm all while gripping his hair like a stead's reins. "We can talk later about it, I just wanted to pick up some new dishes." she murmured, though her speech was starting to get slightly breathy. She pulled her hand away from his back, and pulled down his slacks a little bit lower down his thigh, playfully pinching his inner hip as she went. With Gerry whining beneath her, she readjusted his hips, lined back up and pushed in fully again. They sat in comfortable mutual silence, watching the awful b-rated film Agnes had picked. An obscene quantity of fake blood squirted across the screen and Gerry couldn't hide his laugh, "This movie is really awful." he chuckled breathlessly. "And yours are better?" she retorted teasingly, readjusting his hair in her palm, twisting it around and giving it a faint tug. He was starting to melt under her touch, movements turning needing and soft under her touch. "Do you need something?" she breathed across his neck, gratified as she watched the hair on his arm stand up. He just weakly moaned into the crook of his arm, Agnes luxured in the warm blush spread across his face and ran the back of her hand over his cheek. "Poor thing." she cooed, grinning as he squirmed underneath her. "Nngh..." he whined, she could tell he was close, letting going of his hair she grabbed his hips and fully bored down on him. Gasping as she rammed into him, Gerry dragged his hand down to try and rut against his palm, only for Agnes to pin him down further, unable to move. He could do nothing but lay back up and whine as she continued her ministrations. He shoved his face further into his arm, biting down on the scarred skin. "Ah, don't do that, come on now. I want to hear you." Agnes sighed breathlessly, into his ear, causing him to clench and whine. "Agnes-" he gasped, the pace of her cock was almost overwhelming. She hummed, readjusting and grabbing hold of his shoulders as she hit down into him. "Ah, Agnes-" she grabbed his hair and pulled up, he gasped as she rocked into him, once, twice, and than with her pressed firmly inside him he came with a sob. She pushed in a few more times before finally Gerry felt warmth trickle down his thigh. With Agnes crumpled over on-top of him, they both collected their breathe.
"We have to have more movies nights." she murmured into his ear, he laughed and shoved her off of him.