Misfits: Kayne & Sparks

[AnyOtherName]

]| Misfits: Kayne & Sparks |[
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This thread is side story of:
[| Team of Misfits |]​

An Introduction:

Kayne and Sparks are members of the the Team of Misfits (the group is referred by the Organization as Project: Misfit...so much for love). The team lives in a shitty house together and are just getting acquainted.

Presently it is the team's first night in the house together. Kayne and Sparks find themselves alone in the basement and -- well...



The Story Continues...

((From here-ish, in the main thread, if you're curious. The first half of this post specifically is right here.))

"You're so beautiful," Sparks spoke in awe, her hands coming into contact with the jeans resting loosely upon Kayne's hips. Her touch slid upwards, slowly, her fingertips finding bare flesh as they swept under the hem of the women's shirt. Before Kayne could offer some counter to her words, Sparks leaned forward to press their mouths together for a second time. Her lips parted and her tongue eagerly sought to taste the morsel that straddled her lap. Her hands continued to move upwards, the material of Kayne's shirt catching on her wrists and lifting with the motion. Fingertips brushed against the lower curve of breasts. The other woman was lithe, sleek like a panther; but as much as Kayne may try to deny it, she had a fantastic rack. The firm mounds lingered just beyond Sparks' reach as she tenderly caressed outside of what would be considered copping a feel.

She drew back from the kiss, stared fondly up at Kayne's face.

"I believe it's your turn," she remarked with a playful grin. "Show 'em."

She was referring, of course, to the game of show me yours and I'll show you mine that they were playing. The blonde was already topless, her full double D breasts capped by light pink nipples that hardened ever more by the second...

 

[KattDclaw]

Kayne got lost in that wide grin, which only made the blonde below her all the more appealing. It was that kind of smile that lit up a room, as cliche as it sounded, it was right. Kayne's fingers played with the hook, the soft fabric of the bra and the skin beneath, relishing the silky smoothness of it against her fingertips. She wanted more, hungered for it even, it was a primal urge that Kayne had all but forgotten about. It was a singular attraction, purely and completely physical, of course that is what everyone told themselves. Right now though, it felt pretty damn true. Kayne couldn't look away from the sapphire orbs, like two twin gems sparkling in the darkness. They drew her in, promised her things they shouldn't promise, whispered things that made Kayne shiver and want more. It was intoxicating and maddening, that someone could have such unnatural control of her desires.

Their initial encounter and subsequent interactions should have rationally lead to a different outcome. No one could truly control fate, let alone two lonely souls looking for only a few moments respite. Kayne let her hands wander over Sparks' exposed back and took her sweet time about it, all the while she was being engulfed in Sparks embrace, drawn closer to those lips she had only hours ago wanted to punch. Yet now they were meeting, for the first time in an undeniably sweet and lasting kiss. Kayne couldn't help the hushed gasp at first contact, followed by an approving murmur that lingered in the back of her throat. She didn't draw back, didn't try to push the kiss further, yet it sustained itself far long than she could actually remember. How her thin lips traced against Sparks, soft and subtle, yet confident in their exploration. That little moan that came from the blonde's throat only caused her to shiver in delight and want more, her fingers curled and her nails delicately bit into Sparks' flesh. The sensation of hands upon her shoulders and hair was undeniable, a soft, soothing sensation as Kayne tilted her head to the side and wandered towards the corner of Sparks' mouth. Yet she soon realized it was more than a curious exploratory touch, the tug of her jacket on her shoulders and arms brought Kayne from her reverie. Those bruised orbs flashed open, the subtle hue of violet a dominating color at that exact moment. Kayne didn't resist, didn't whip out a witty remark as Sparks' sought to remove her jacket. She leaned up and assisted, shrugging her proud shoulders and all by tossing off the jacket without a second thought.

She revealed a taut and toned upper core, the deathly pale of her flesh made all the more prominent by the black wifebeater she wore underneath. The scars on her face and neck weren't alone, as she revealed her shoulders and arms it was obvious that they crisscrossed her flesh, thin and delicate, almost silvery against her skin. Yet there were more not so subtle marks, round indentations the size of small arms fire, along with more jagged, thicker than two fingers in places (predominately her throat). There was no denying the svelte frame Kayne possessed, or the tautness of it underneath her shirt. Her bustline was no where near as large as Sparks', but they were still ample and perky, perhaps a little less than a handful.

Kayne let out a feral rumble from her chest as she let the heavy leather drop behind her, those eager hands returned to Sparks' to finish their work, yet just as they did the undeniable sound of a familiar jackass cut through the mood like a hot knife through butter. Those bruised orbs narrowed sharply and a decidedly pissed off look crossed her face within the blink of an eye, yet before Kayne had the chance to do anything she was engulfed in Sparks' embrace once more, smashed against her to be used as a literal shield. This was, well, a conflict of interest, as there was no denying the firm, warm sensation of those ample breasts pressed against her, but at the same time...that son of a bitch needed his fucking head ripped off.

“Come say that to my fuckin' face you sack of sh-!!” Kayne started, though for once a voice carried over her own and all but drowned it out. Her mouth was left hanging open as she pushed back up, hands upon Sparks' elbows as she gave the blonde an incredulous look. She was just about to retort to her comment, add an insult to Jenkins or just laugh at the ridiculousness of the moment ruined.

Then Sparks had to go and say something like that.

“You're so beautiful.” The words were like a blow to the midsection, a cheap shot to the kidneys, or a curb crunching down on your teeth. Kayne froze up almost instantly and the look upon her face, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment crested her angular looks. Already hands were sneaking up her jeans, bunching the material in delicate fists before drifting upwards. Kayne was still at a loss for words when their lips met for a second time. Her entire frame gave a quiver, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and for once Kayne gave in completely. She openly moaned against those sweet lips, her own parting and letting her tongue flick out over Sparks'. One hand slid up to cup her cheek, the pad of her thumb brushing against the corner of the blonde's lips. Kayne lost herself in that kiss, any angry thoughts disappearing within that instant as the kiss turned heated. With a purpose all its own her tongue slipped within the confines of Sparks' mouth and a gentle, but suggestive pump of the skilled muscle was given. How she could have lingered in that kiss forever, god damn, there were few things better in life than a woman that knew how to kiss.

All the while those naughty fingers had crept up her sides, underneath her wifebeater that offered absolutely no resistance. Her skin was soft to the touch, with just a few larger scars that added an undeniable texture here and there. Kayne moaned wantonly against her lover as they rounded the bases, no doubt her own hands should be doing the same but at the moment they were holding onto Sparks for support.

The kiss came to an end, much too soon for Kayne's taste. She let out a soft whimper of disapproval as Sparks drew back, her now verdant green gaze flickered open and settled upon the other, barely registering the words that slipped past those grinning lips.

“Oh...right...well...” Kayne muttered softly, her voice a throaty purr as she pushed up into a sitting position upon Sparks' lap. “It's only fair...” She said the words even as her gaze drank in the impressive display of Sparks' super endowment. That right there should be a superpower in itself. The tip of Kayne's tongue flicked out greedily over her lips as she reached up and pushed her lover's hands away. It was a rough gesture, though playful in its own right. Slender digits sought purchase upon the hem of Kayne's wifebeater and in an unceremonious fashion she whipped it up and over her head. There was nothing left between the two now, those perky, lush swells tipped with a light shade of gray, capped both with a single silver bar. It seemed Kayne had a piercing almost everywhere. A wide, lewd smirk lingered upon her lips as Kayne haphazardly tossed the shirt aside and arched her back.

“I think yer the one on the losing side here. Pound for pound you got me beat with those sweater puppies,” Kayne's tongue was no less crude in the heat of the moment. Without abandon her eyes washed over the stunning figure on which she sat perched. She couldn't resist, her hands eagerly sought those double D's and cupped them firmly in both hands. She nibbled down upon her bottom lip, stifling a low giggle of lustful glee as she started to knead the firm flesh against her palms, pressing them up and together in an impressive display. Only then with them pressed up and together did Kayne lean back in and savagely attack. The moment had passed, there was no turning back and Kayne wanted a taste. Her lips parted and her tongue eagerly flicked out across Spark's left nipple, the movement caught the stud in her tongue which flicked out against it as well. A subtle reminder that Kayne was always prepared. “Mmm. Sweet.” She breathed against that sun-kissed flesh, savoring the sensation as she pursed her thin lips about her nipple and offered an urgent suckle, only to release it just as quickly with a purposefully wet pop. With a tilt of her head Kayne peered up at Sparks through half-closed lids, her hair was an absolute mess by now, the dark, thick strands having all but fallen out of the ponytail. It swept to right with the nature lean of Kayne's frame, partially concealing her face and tickling at her lover's flesh.

 

[AnyOtherName]

The blonde's expression showed some surprise at her lover's sudden show of aggressive playfulness, her mouth dropping open as an inflected huff passed her lips. Sparks stared up at her with mock offensive - though it quickly melted as the other woman reached for the hem of her wifebeater. Without hesitation the garment was deftly lifted upwards, the clinging material peeling from her flesh as it was removed. Sapphire eyes eagerly watched for the emergence of Kayne's breasts...

Despite the pace in which the garment was removed, Sparks soaked in each detail as it was revealed. The lower curve of Kayne's breasts peeked from beneath the rising cloth, the pull of the tight fabric giving a slight lift to her already perfectly firm and ripe globes - they settled as the wifebeater slid above her nipples. The gleam of metal was immediately obvious and Sparks couldn't help but stare as the woman discarded her garment. Kayne grinned and arched her back, giving a most lovely view.

Sparks' hands dared to make contact, her fingertips snaking over the bend of Kayne's waist. They lingered there as her gaze shifted to meet her lover's - she couldn't help but notice the particular shade of the other woman's eyes, the dominance of a drowned violet. It was completely unnatural and the most beautiful thing Sparks had ever seen. The pale beauty said something about their competition, which had never really mattered so far as the blonde was concerned (women with large chests rarely have complexes about it). Kayne reached forward, taking Sparks' chest in a confident grasp, biting her lower lip alluringly. She firmly kneaded the pillowy flesh, pressed the globes together and upwards.

And then the other woman struck. Sparks was about to give an approving moan as it was replaced with a sudden inhalation of breath. Her chest rose, a sharp noise escaping her, her grip tightening around the curve of Kayne's flanks. The dark haired woman not only took to her nipple with her mouth - parted lips revealed a relentless tongue that immediately sought to tease the hardened nub that capped Sparks' generous left breast. It seemed she was perfectly able to utilize her piercings... The former moan resurfaced and escaped without resistance.

“Mmm. Sweet.” Kayne breathed against her wet flesh before taking the nipple into her mouth, giving a well pressured suckle. Sparks again found surprise as the woman released as quickly as she had latched on, pulling her face back and drawing out the action so as to be rewarded with a loud popping noise.

The way that Kayne looked at her was enchanting. Her eyes were half closed, her expression devoid of rage...her head tilted cutely to one side, her hair in complete disarray. Sparks believed for a moment that she could make the other woman happy, dared to hope that things would work out between them. ...Even if it was probably better not to get too attached. Kayne would break her heart or get murdered...or Sparks would die. Happy endings didn't exist. Except in some massage parlors.

The tips of Kayne's loosened hair tickled across Sparks' flesh. The blonde grinned as she shifted her position; her hips lifted, carrying her lover up and backwards. The hold on the other woman's waist helped to guide her onto her back on the couch cushions.

Her lips quickly found Kayne's throat as one arm supported Sparks' weight. Her alternate hand copped a feel, a full hand pressing insistently into the firm flesh. Her grip condensed and squeezed tightly as she trailed open mouthed kisses along the other woman's collarbone. Her hand drew back, fingers focusing on the pierced nipple - she traced over the accessory curiously, never having a partner with such before. After what was only a moment of exploration, Sparks turned her attention to testingly clamping the flesh between her forefinger and thumb. Her face continued to trail downwards, finding her way to Kayne's alternate breast. Her tongue moved to encircle the nub of flesh and jewelry before collapsing onto the nub with a suckle.

She drew back and blew on the wet flesh before grinning upwards. The hand upon Kayne's chest began trailing downwards, playfully slipped between the material of the woman's loose jeans and her lithe body...

"I get to be on top," she challenged.

 

[KattDclaw]

Kayne was watching those ravishingly beautiful blue orbs all too intently, so intently in fact she got caught off guard as Sparks decided to move. With her hands about her slender waist, Sparks lifted Kayne up and back. For all her loud words and anger, Kayne still had a decidedly slender frame. She weight next to nothing, most of the bulk came from the leather and metal of her clothing. So it shouldn't have been such a surprise that Sparks could have easily moved her, shifted positions and settled Kayne on her back with next to no strain. Yet there it was, a slight flicker of surprise as Kayne felt the air whirling about them and the sudden firmness of the cushions against her back and shoulder blades. She didn't have time to appreciate the deft maneuver though, already those sweet lips found her throat and Kayne lost sight of the beautiful woman. Her head tilted back all too eagerly, a lustful, wanton moan escaped her throat as Sparks ravished her pale flesh, grazing over the thick leather collar nestled at the base of her throat. It served its purpose in a fashion, partially concealing the jagged scar that ran across the base of her throat horizontally.

Her hands sought what they could, first gliding up and away from her lover's ample breasts, to find purchase on her shoulders briefly before sliding into her golden mane. Kayne cradled her head as those lips swung lower over her collarbone, the sensation left gooseflesh in its wake and Kayne squirmed and sighed in anticipation. How she savored that sensation, the touch of a skilled lover was a precious and rare thing. So far Sparks had displayed an impressive talent with her mouth, there was always one sure way to tell the talent of a lover and that was by the way they kissed. Kayne wanted more of those sweet lips, she wanted to explore the confines of Sparks' mouth with her tongue, savor the sensation, the warmth and the moisture. She let the thought linger even while one hand pressed flush against her pert breast, offering an undeniably tight grip and squeeze, even as her lips stimulated other areas. It put Kayne on a delightful edge, her body reacted to the slightest of touches, the sounds of pleasure came from her as a throaty, wordless murmur of encouragement. Kayne had always been an aggressive soul, when she found something she wanted she took it, owned it, used it, and eventually threw it away. Few had ever taken the initiative to take what they wanted from her, for one reason or another (no doubt mostly due to said aggressive demeanor). So when it happened, when Sparks was atop her frame, ravishing her pale flesh with her hungry mouth and eager hands, Kayne couldn't help but revel in the sensation of letting go.

Curious fingers touched the metal bar that pierced her nipple, at first just an exploratory touch that caused Kayne to quiver ever so lightly. The nub had already hardened completely, from the combination of cool air and excitement, Sparks would find Kayne already aroused before her through touch even cupped her breast. She tilted her head forward, a wave of thick raven fell out over her face as she did, just in time to watch as her lover gave a soft pinch to her pierced flesh. Kayne inhaled sharply, a soft hiss followed quickly after.

“Uhhn,” Kayne groaned in pleasure, the investigative touch sending a jolt of pleasance through her core and into her loins. Kayne's fingers curled into that dusky mane, trying to hold on tight even as Sparks drifted closer, her lips tracing over the swell of her other breast before they touched her pierced nub of flesh. Sparks' tongue snaked forth, moving in a circle about Kayne's areola before sweet lips connected with her fully. Kayne tensed yet again, the warmth of Sparks' almost too much to bear for more than a few seconds. She already started to squirm and a husky squeal came from low in her throat shortly before Sparks released and gave her wet flesh a teasing blast of breath. Kayne went rigid and pushed up onto her elbows, a brief look of defiance upon her sharp, angular visage. She heard the words, they weren't asking. It was a command, a challenge to see who would control the moment. Kayne's first reaction was to lean up, shove a hand in Sparks' face and throw her down onto her back, ravish what she could of her frame and show the beautiful blonde who was really in charge.

Yet as their gaze met, that defiance faltered and fluttered away, replaced by a quiver in her abdomen, a flutter in her breast and a flush to her pale cheeks. Her stomach tensed as those fingertips brushed over her core, the front of her jeans and within. Sparks found nothing between her wandering hands and Kayne's lower frame, no hint of panties or any other undergarments.

“For now,” Kayne finally retorted, the closest she could find in herself to relent. There was was, on her back, her hips already rising as her hands brushing over the front of her jeans to begin to unbuckle her belt.

“But you better fuck me hard,” Kayne finished with that familiar threatening tone. Yet her eyes were still that vivid shade of violet and the look within them said more than her brutish words ever could.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Sparks gave a victorious smirk as she watched the instinct to resist melt away in Kayne’s violet eyes. For, certainly: it was a grand victory. The beauty before her was an exquisite embodiment of a hate that manifested in an alluringly fierce and rebellious demeanor. Every detail of her spoke to her being different than the rest of the herd; told them all that she didn’t need their approval or affection. Taking away that independence from her, even for a moment…even if she was drunk…was something that the blonde woman found sickingly appealing.

”For now,” the verbal confirmation came at length. It only make Sparks’ grin wider, her hand moving towards the other woman’s hip whilst remaining wedged between the fabric of her jeans and the flesh of her lower abdomen. Kayne reached downwards, determined to unbuckle her own belt. ”But you better fuck me hard,” she added with a tone that suggested there might be a penalty for a failure to comply.

“In time, perhaps,” Sparks teased. Her attention moved to the button of Kayne’s pants, deftly releasing it, wasting no time in following up with a lowering of the accompanying zipper. She placed her hands on either of Kayne’s hips, gathering the fabric into the bends of her grasp. The other woman moved accommodatingly for the article of clothing to be removed, lifting her hips…and Sparks let her just hover for a long moment. “I’m in no rush.”

Though it seemed her point had been made for the time; immediately after her statement she began to draw the material down Kayne’s legs. She brought the upper hem to the middle of the other woman’s thighs before halting her progress, her hands diverting their direction so as to drag her nails lightly over the newly exposed flesh.

Kayne’s lack of panties made for a wonderful view. Sparks’ sapphire eyes unabashedly explored the folds of the treasure before her, a glimpse of her tongue appearing as it wet her lips. Her fingers splayed apart as her hands continued to move upwards; gracefully slender and long digits allowed the blonde to feel the entirety of Kayne’s thighs. Her hands shifted their angle only slightly as they traversed over her hips, again lifting her palms so as to only drag her nails. Her left hand moved towards Kayne’s center, teasingly traced the upper span of her mound.

Sparks was settled between Kayne’s legs, on the wrong side of the span of material that remained suspended between Kayne’s thighs. For a moment, the blonde thought to remove the barrier; her right hand wrapped around and under Kayne’s hip, trailed lightly until it reached jean fabric. But rather than take a hold, her hand merely lingered for a moment before switching its direction. Fingertips danced in a randomly serpentine pattern on the underside of the woman’s thigh. As the hand reached the apex between Kayne’s legs it slowed pace substantially. Torturously, a finger traced the outline of Kayne’s sex.

“Gorgeous...” the blonde remarked matter-of-factly. “A morsel to be savored in its devouring.”

The probing finger ran up the length of Kayne’s slit, the pressure of its touch increasing as she came upon the woman’s clit. At that point a thumb joined the equation, taking a hold of the sensitive nub. She rolled and lightly tugged the flesh between her fingers. Sparks watched Kayne’s face as she performed this task, hungry for the woman’s lust.

Her fingers suddenly released their hold, her thumb pressing insistently at the clit and delivering a couple of circular motions before being taken away entirely.

The hand wasn’t done, however, and soon the raven haired beauty would feel Sparks’ fingertips as they slowly moved downwards. They paused at her opening, pushed forward just enough to tease the idea of penetration.

But, perhaps predictably, it didn’t last. The blonde removed both of her hands in the moment before she pushed Kayne’s knees down so as to climb over her. With her jeans still bunched around her mid-thighs, the woman was otherwise naked (aside from her leather collar). Sparks leaned over her lithe and toned body, pressed her lips against the woman’s stomach. Her legs moved so that one knee pinned down the material between Kayne’s thighs, the other nestled closely to the back of the couch.

Her right hand found its former position, three fingers moving over the slickening folds. After only a few teasing passes her pointer and ring fingers purposefully swept open Kayne’s intimate lips, allowing her middle better access to her clit. She motioned over it softly, at first, in a random variety of strokes.

Meanwhile her mouth had continued to move upwards, unable to resist the pale and perfect globes above. As her face met the curve of Kayne’s lower breast, she diverted somewhat so as to kiss along the crease until it was she found herself between them. She looked up to the woman’s face, offering a smile, as her left hand came up to brush a few chaotic strands of hair from her lover’s face. For a moment, she merely watched her, only her right hand continuing to move… Then, as if breaking from a trance, her sweet smile morphed into a more devious one. In parting her left hand gave a loving stroke of Kayne’s cheek. It trailed down her throat, over her collar bone, cupped at a breast.

Sparks’ lips sealed on a nipple and she suckled insistently; the hand grasping at Kayne’s chest squeezed forcefully in the same moment.

Her fingers collapsed together before two of them traced between Kayne’s legs. Again, she hinted at the thought of penetration, pressing her fingertips just barely past the other woman’s threshold. There were several slow, shallow pumps. About the time Kayne might see fit to complain (or beg), Sparks would plunge the fingers deeply inside of her while simultaneously biting and pinching her nipples.