Displeasing the Sex Gods Leads to Fun Sex
It wasn't the fact that her neighbors were being noisy that bothered Fae, it was the fact that their headboard was slamming into the wall that connected their apartments as they moaned and shouted their love to the entire apartment complex.
But really, that shouldn't have bothered her all that much either.
What really bothered her was that she was in heat, but was stuck writing some dumb essay for the composition class she didn't even like while Gavin was across town in his own apartment, probably doing equations, which spelled certain doom for her libido; it seemed like each bang of the headboard, each squeal she made, each grunt he uttered, was made to mock Fae, who had been trying to keep from getting her computer chair wet, but was failing.
Rubbing her face with her paws, she groaned in frustration. Why she had to go into heat today was utterly baffling, and more frustrating than she wanted it to be. So she was incredibly and constantly horny, so what? Tons of twelve-year-olds were (she knew because she'd encountered them on the internet), and they got by just fine despite it. She could deal with this; she had before. Straightening her back, she flipped open her textbook and resumed typing lines for her paper.
"Throughout the essay, the author stresses that each person lives..."
(bang)
"...'by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images', meaning that..."
(bang bang moan bang)
"...a person's life is composed of seemingly random events until they create a "storyline" for their own life..."
(bangbangbangsquealmoangrunt)
Grinding her teeth and growling, Fae slammed her laptop shut and hit her head against her desk repeatedly in extreme aggravation. It wasn't fair! Other people were able to have sex and she wasn't, even when she needed it most, and they were being so loud, too! Whining as she felt herself leak her juices onto her seat, she wondered what she had done to displease the Sex Gods so much. Coming (but not in the sense of the word she wanted it to be) to the realization that her paper was going to have to wait, Fae considered her options. She could try and finger herself, and while that did help, it never seemed to be enough. Option two, then, seemed to be calling Gavin and having him come over. Calling her boyfriend and demanding he come over because she wanted sex? Guaranteed to work.
She flipped her cell phone open to start dialing his number (and was so glad that her neighbors seemed to have stopped), but a knock at her door interrupted her. Groaning a little, Fae changed her pants quickly just to be sure there wasn't any visible wetness and spritzed on a little amount of perfume to vainly attempt to cover her scent. For all she knew it could be Cub Scouts trying to sell her cookies.
But then she heard the doorknob turn seemingly of its own accord, and the otter poked her head out of her bedroom to see Gavin open the door and pull his key out of the knob. Looking up at her, he grinned and held out a small container, saying, "Hey. I figured I'd knock even though I have a key. Look, my mom made tiramisu if you want some."
Fae blinked.
She blinked, and it took her all of three-point-two-six seconds to pounce on Gavin and kiss him roughly, forcibly rubbing her hips against his and leaking a little through her clean pants. Pushing her back a little, Gavin pulled his muzzle away from hers, breathing a little heavily. "You seem a bit... eager today," he panted lightly.
Fae growled heatedly instead of trying to say anything intelligible and grabbed his hips, backing the both of them up until she was pressed against the wall, the container of tiramisu forgotten on the floor. She nuzzled his neck and started to unzip his jeans. "Of course I'm a bit eager," she whimpered, biting softly just under his chin and making him groan, "I went into heat."
Gavin, of course, could already tell that from her scent, but he knew that it must be particularly bad for her if she was actually admitting it. She almost never admitted when she was horny. Wanting to tease her, he stepped away from her and folded his arms, smirking when she whined and tried to reach for him. "I'm not sure that I should help you now. After all, I know that you have an essay to write, and I was only going to be here long enough to drop off that tiramisu."
The otter's thick tail swung anxiously behind her as she blushed. "But--please?" she begged, feeling herself become wetter simply from being near Gavin. "It won't take very long, and you know it."
"Well... maybe I could." In an instant, the wolf had Fae pinned against the wall with her hands above her head. Whining, she arched her hips towards his, wanting any sort of contact, and he was more than happy to oblige. She moaned happily when he rubbed against her, slipping his leg between hers, and humped him briefly before he reached down to undo her pants. Fae positively quivered with anticipation, whimpering as Gavin's fingers just barely touched her stomach as he undid her fly and started to pull them down, kissing her stomach and her legs as he went. He smirked again. "You seem to be missing some panties, miss."
"Shut up, shut up," she hissed desperately, frantically kicking off her pants. Gavin chuckled a little, then nuzzled just under her belly button, making her release more fluids and whine. She licked her lips. "Please help me? Just for a while, and then you can leave."
Her wolf stood and eyed her as she trembled. "But why should I do that?" he asked slowly, tormenting her.
"Please!" She jumped onto him, clinging around his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist, trying not to groan when his stomach touched her wet folds. "Please," she pleaded, nuzzling, "I need this."
Gavin kissed her forehead. "I know." Pushing her back up against the wall, he unbuttoned his jeans with one hand while the other supported Fae, and wriggled his hips until they fell to his ankles. Not daring to waste any more time, he hoisted her a little higher and entered her, the two of them groaning in unison. The otter cried out in pleasure as he began to thrust, clutching her lover's back and burying her face in his neck.
If he hadn't known any better, he'd have sworn that she felt tighter than she normally did, though that could have just been the new angle. What Gavin most certainly did notice, though, was the sheer amount of heat enveloping his cock. Fae was almost unbearably warm, and it was that warmth paired with the overpowering scent of her arousal that drove him mad. It wouldn't take much for either of them at this point.
Grunting, he began to thrust a bit harder, his knot bumping against her clit each time he pushed in and sending waves of pleasure through her belly. Gavin nudged her neck with his muzzle, and she leaned back to kiss him urgently; he could feel her moans and it only spurred him to ram into her soft heat faster. Pulling away, he bit at her neck and brought a hand up to grope her breast, causing her to arch her back into him and moan loudly. She was right; this was much, much better than trying to take care of herself. Fae started to feel a familiar tingle where he entered her, and before long she was gasping and clinging to him for dear life as her strongest orgasm yet wracked her body.
The wolf followed not long after, his shaft being massaged and teased by her contractions, and he howled, feeling drained. Gavin leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder and panting. "Feel any better?" he asked tiredly.
Fae nodded, still able to feel him throbbing inside her. "A bit, yes," she admitted, scratching his ears. "I think you can let me down now," she giggled. "Maybe."
Wagging from the ear scratch, he set her down. She stood on uneasy legs for a moment before deciding that leaning on the wolf was a much better idea. "Have I ever mentioned what a great sense of timing you have?"
"No," he said, "no, you haven't." He paused and reached up to pet her hair. "Somehow, I don't think you have to say it, though."
The otter sighed. "I guess I should get back to my paper, it's due the day after tomorrow."
"You should." Gavin showed her his tongue.
Fae kneeled to pull Gavin's pants back up and redid them before finding her own and walking back to her computer. "Do you think you can stay the night?" she called. "I might need more help later if you're interested."
"Of course I'm interested," he replied, though he was quite tired from their quickie just then. Gavin followed behind her and flopped down onto her bed. "You're sure you'll need it?"
As she flipped open her laptop once more, she heard her neighbors start up again. "I'm sure."