This is not really a fanfiction, but something I weaved out of a simple pervy post about a picture. Quite random; unedited. Posted it initially at LJ community: Bloomlust which is a community for mature Orlando fans.


Title of fanfiction: In your dreams
Author: Peiyu/P.P./Ryvyan
Pairing: Orlando/anyone (you can imagine it to be anyone, same or different sex)
Rating: A tame R
Warning: (reasons for rating, if applicable) Might induce a love for domination and/or nutella.
Summary: A picnic and you decide to take matters in your hands. Orlando goes all predatory.
Author's Note: (optional) Very random, just feel pervish.




Imagine you being dominant for once in this neverending game of tease. He props himself up, supporting himself on his elbows while you straddle him at the ankles. He smiles predatorily at you, anticipating what is to come.

Licking your lips and keeping eye contact, you crawl slowly, making sure not to touch him anywhere. As the lower half of your body hover over the unmistakable bulge straining against his jeans, your lips descend upon his, but not quite touching.

You breathe in, he breathes out. He breathes in, you breathe out; you feel his quickening breath on your lips. Brushing his lips against yours, it takes all his will not to rush this sweet lovemaking.

It takes all your will not to simply unbutton the jacket and shrug it off him, run your hands through his curls, and show him the passion inside of you.

He could not take the teasing any longer.

Neither could you.

In the open yet secluded field where you had your picnic, you finally took the initiative to unbutton the jacket, and the shirt.

Running your hands over the smooth surface of his chest, he smiles at you. You smile back, planning a little surprise for him.

Your tongue snakes out, licking his lips gently. He groans and reach out a hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him for a hungry kiss.

With him being distracted, your hand reach out for the jar of nutella and without warning, you spread it over his chest.

He yelps in surprise and the kiss ends; the coolness of the chocolate on his warm body making him hornier.

He looks at you bewilderedly, and not breaking eye contact, you lick his chest, enjoying the mixture of the salty taste that is him, and the sweetness of the chocolate.




... tbc?

:eek: :eek: :eek:
I came to the conclusion: you area subtle talented killer!

*cough* Ok, chill down girl and try providing a proper feedback...
So. No need to say I liked it veeeery musch, I really enjoyed the kind of atmosphere you created. because it was very sensually-driven, but i found it also slishtly hilarious. don't ask me why, maybe because it flows easily and quickly, and you don't have dialogues to interrupt the flowing. It's like you were drawing a line, spreading tension up and up, and then, *click* you just interrupt it! The effect is slightly stunning, but in a pleasant way.

Ok, maybe time for me to stop my rattling. Just, I didn't want to say just "oh how nice keep up!" Thats why i rambled on. Sorry. :blush:

I hope we'll get some more from you! :bow:

Mmmmm... Chocolat... Argh. Hungry now. Chocorli... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Lol. ^_^ :bow:

Wow!

NUTELLA and ORLANDO!

You read my perviest dreams honey didn't you?

My bad! At the moment I can't have either Nutella nor Orlando!

:surrender:

Please, keep it up!

:bloom:

:eek: :blink:
I've never heard of nutella but... holy moly mostacholli!!!

*Thinks about licking chocolate of Orlando*
:tsk:

*Thinks about Orlando licking chocolate of me!*
:drool: :faint:

Yes, please continue!!

~Stacy~

mmmm..... could go for some nutella right about now... and some Orlando Loved it! Please continue!

*smirks*
Peiyu that was :bow:

Mena described it greately:

LoL!
And it makes me think of how much hidden meaning a simple photo of a terribly hot man can have... ;-)

As I said somewhere..

Chocolate + Orlando = :drool: :tsk: :shutup:

A big thank you to everyone who replied to part one. Very motivating, though I'm amused at how what started out as a random sentence took a turn for a 3-part very short story. Comment and review please, thanks!


Rating for chapter: R to NC-17. Stay away if you want to remain innocent :P
Warning for chapter: Might induce a love for domination and/or nutella. A little fluffy in this part with sexual acts.
Author's Note: Very random, just feel pervish. The style I've decided to adopt for this fanfiction do not seem to work in this chapter. I feel that this is not the best part I've ever written, but part 2 was never pictured easily in my mind. Part 3 would be easier and hopefully better...





His head falls back at your sudden movement. He squeezes his eyes shut, mouth formed in a perfect 'O' as a silent moan escapes his lips.

Your hand on his thigh feels the abrupt tightening of his muscles and the single involuntary jerk of his hips. You love it when he gets so turned on like this; it turns you on even more.

Not about to stop what you started so soon, you continue to kiss, lick, suck, taste, spread more nutella on the skin of the man the rest of the world wants more of.

They would never know the soul in him, just the shell and the facade that was required of a public persona. The unguarded side of him, innocent yet naughty, talkative yet silent, confident yet shy.

They would never know how responsive he is; the sensual side of him. He could hold himself back or he could go all the way without foreplay.

They would never know what turns him on; how quickly he gets turned on. His lust knows no boundary. Love, the motivating factor for him in this whole game of sex and lust.

He is in love with the idea of falling in love; the romantic lover. His resemblance with Paris is more than what he thinks it is.

Now licking at his stomach, your hand moves downwards to the zipper of his jeans and you feel him tense. His hand covers yours and you pause, looking up to see his eyes open and cheeks flushed.

One look into his dark eyes, into his soul, and you understand his intentions.

You draw back and sit on the grass between his legs, looking on as he removes his jeans himself. He ignores the stickiness of the chocolate on his stomach as he sits up and kisses you tenderly, clad only in his pair of yellow boxers filled with 'I love you's. I had bought them as a joke, and he had loved them.

As you move forward to straddle him, his right hand darts into the jar of nutella and smears your neck with a generous glop. You shriek in laughter, and his kissable lips curl in an unmistakable smile. Soon, the both of you are laughing heartily, feeling like kids having a chocolate fight, his face buried in your shoulder and careful not to be touch your neck as his body shakes from laughter.

Your revelation was broken as you feel his tongue suddenly on your neck, licking away. It is no mere children's game.

The image is so sexy you could not hold back a moan. You legs tighten around his waist and you grind into him as his tongue brushes a particular sensitive spot on your throat, and you feel his errection against the most private of your body.

You want him.

He knows it. Finishing the last of the nutella on your neck, his lips venture upwards to claim your lips once more, bruisingly, tenderly, sweetly... You love his kisses, so full of love and promises of what is to come.

His hands wander to your jeans and underwear and fumbles while attempting to pull it off. You grin against his lips and break off the kiss as he manages to do so successfully. Your hands trail down his sides and he lifts himself off the ground, allowing you to pull his boxers down and freeing his errection.

He throws you a loving look and kisses you softly, making you feel like a precious princess. A princess who is highly perched up in a tower locked in, him being Prince Charming who rescues you. He is like wine to a thirsty peasant, a precious gem.

Lips still magnetically drawn to each other, his hands grip your hips and guide you to him. Both of you breathing unsteadily, panting from the sheer intensity of the soft kiss, foreheads touching each other while looking into each other's eyes.

Love: such a simple thing, such a wonderful thing. With one swift smooth stroke, you impale yourself in him and both of you moan.









... tbc?

NUTELLA & ORLANDO!

My perversions in the same spot... uaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Okay! Lovely girl! LOvely but.... WHY YOU ENDED IT THERE!!???!!!

*starts chanting*

mewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewan
tspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspar
t3now

c'mon all you people, join the chants!


mewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewan
tspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3now

rereads!

:love:

*enthusiastically joins ursi in the chanting*

mewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewan
tspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspar
t3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3now


GAH! NUTELLA!! i'm never going to be able to eat breakfast without thinking about this now. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! I will be entertaining perverted thoughts at 7 o clock of EVERY MORNING while eating my nutella smothered bread and its all because you combined my three two favorite things into one!!! GAH! *bows down to peiyu*

post more?? pwease???

Heidi :kiss2:

Chants tantrum:

mewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewan

tspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspar

t3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3nowmewantspart3now



Lol Heidi! I adore NUtella! Nutella and Orlando together would definitely be the death of me!

:love:

Hey Peiyu,

I still promised to reply to this.
Silly me just keeps forgetting.
Anyway I would like to tell you that I think this is real nice reading stuff.
How do you think it up...with only a piccie to go by.
Great imagination!!!

Did I mention how much I love smut? *grins* The last part of this story. Gee... Read and review please!





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(3)


Your head shoots up and eyes open abruptly, and you find yourself alone on a bed. Loud clanks have woken you from a dream you cannot recall; all that you remember is that it was a very good dream. Muttered curses and more clanks ensue from the kitchen and you plop your head back down onto the pillow and smile into it as he attempts to keep his voice down unsuccessfully. Music is playing in the background at a low volume and you can hear him humming along. You smile again at the thought of him shaking his hips to the beat and erotic images come unbidden to mind.

Stretching languidly while turning from lying on your stomach, you yawn without any inhibitions and contemplated staying in bed the whole morning. Minutes pass. Curiosity of what he is doing gains the upper hand and you grab the nearest clothing - his shirt, and throw it over your body, breathing in the scent which is purely him.

Padding into the kitchen, you had to grin when you first lay your eyes on him. He had nothing on except for a pair of faded yellow boxers and a most unfortunate hideous apron with purple, yellow and red stripes that clash and blind. It was the same one you had bought on a shopping trip together while keeping from giggling hysterically at the cashier's reaction.

You lean on the doorway of the kitchen as he lip-sync and dance to the music as the skillet sizzles, oblivious to your presence. The music ends and he strikes a particularly amusing pose which you have to laugh out loud at.

He turns and focuses his eyes on you; you shiver at the intensity and mischief hidden behind the chocolate pools. Grinning sheepishly and blushing slightly, he looks so innocent that he appears to be a different person from the man you know intimately.

A new song starts playing and he grabs you, swirling you around before bending you over and planting a big wet kiss on your lips. The look on his face is just priceless as he looks down at you with a childlike exhilarated beam as you beat lightly at his chest, laughing at his silliness and ridiculous outfit.

Releasing you, he turns back to his eggs and continues to hum along to the song. You finally look around the kitchen and realises the mess he just put the place in, just from frying a few eggs. He bats his eyes at you innocently when he notices you scrutinising the place and you wrinkle your nose at him. One is not born under the Virgo star for nothing. If he is not going to clear up this mess, you are going to have to think up some sort of torture for him.

There is a jar of nutella lying on the kitchen table; he must have gone grocery shopping earlier in the morning. You love chocolate and this little gesture of his touches you. You hold it up high proudly like a little child, grinning from cheek to cheek, as he moves forward to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead.

He turns back to the eggs, fully concentrated on the skillet in front of him and you pout slightly, feeling rather miffed at his lack of reaction. Not in any mood for food at the moment, you start to strut around the kitchen in tune to the music hoping to catch his attention.

Of course you manage to; he has never failed you. But he pretends to be unaffected by your little performance in his shirt, and his shirt only. Whistling, he flips the eggs and you know it is the start of the game.

You put on your most seductive look and move closer to him. Digging into the jar, you start to grind against him and dab a glob of nutella on his throat just as he is taken off guard. He gasps.

A little dé•jà vu feeling starts bubbling inside of you, but you know that you have never used chocolate as a toy before. Still grinding against his right thigh, you lick at the chocolate and watch as his head falls back to expose more of his neck to you. You grin and bury your face in his neck as you realise that he is suppressing a groan by biting his bottom lip.

Men are never effective at hiding their arousal. You have a peek and notice the slight tenting shown over the apron. You certainly have got his attention.

You start moving back slowly and he turns with a bewildered look on his face. His hands stop in mid-motion and the eggs start to burn. The game has only just begun.

You hold his gaze as you retreat, not stopping until your back has hit the kitchen counter. Not breaking eye contact, your index finger dips into the full jar of nutella. His eyes fill with lust as he realises what you are going to do, the intensity of which brings you to a heightened level of arousal.

You lick. Your tongue snakes out and lick at the chocolate-coated finger. His mouth falls open and a breathy moan escapes. As you start sucking on your finger, enjoying the sweetness of the chocolate, you notice his breathing becoming shallower.

He takes a step towards you but you step aside, warning him not to advance with your eyes. He should know better after being together for so long. Something pops into your head; the ending of this game. The game of seduction.

You finish licking and sucking at your finger and you reckon his next action would be to tell you how much he wants to throw you down on the kitchen counter and ravish you, and eventually do it. But you have done it before; you need something new. Something… public.

A grin to throw him off. "Up for a picnic, Orlando?"


~ end.



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1. Yes, I'm a Virgo; a sucker for cleanliness sometimes.
2. I love nutella and the combination of Orlando and nutella is crazy.
3. Review. :P

Lol
I have been reading the last part of this little trilogy (coincendence?)
with my eyes glued to the screen.

Hahaha why doesn't that surprise me *winks*

Lmao.....how did you ever got an image like that......uhm I wonder if I want to know the answer to that.

Hahaha...the silly Orlando from the piccies you showed me, I see here.

You and Nutella.....a dangerous combination!!
*whistles*

Omg
*faints*
Some picture you are painting here

Lol


God Peiyu you manage to combine the erotic with the funny.
Great, great writing!!!

Dum dum duuum... :lalala:
Well, hard to start this little review, honestly. Maybe if I could quit grinning like an idiot... :laugh: But it's stronger than I, as Dana pointed out, it's brilliant how u combined erotic with funny. Yes, all about combinations!! :tsk:

I liked the way you pictured the whole scene.

this part is just to die for! :lmao: And also (and here she comes, the dork student in me) it was a bit weird to have it written in the second person: YOu do this and that... man, it is a natural thing 4 the reader to feel involved. :woot:

Short sentences make it even more immediate... don't ask me why, but they hit me. And, the conclusion made me smile...

Ahaha, naughtly showin off... what a kinky little twist! And you never wrote down his name before, despite all the clear references.

Great, great :yes:

Holy Crap Girl! That was amazing!!! Wonderfully done! Think I'll get some Nutella now!

*dies for extra drooling at the end of a hard day at work*

NUTELLA and dear Orlando!

SSSSSSSSSSSSigh!

It was awesome, PP. Awesome. I am glad you finally decided to finish it!

:eek: :lmao:

*gulp* WOW. :eek:

-Andie

You've finished it! At long last!!

Oooh girl, the image of apron!Orlando was just priceless, and I lurve the entire chocolate-idea. I agree that Orlando&Nutella is a highly interesting combination. Yum.

Lovely job girl, I love how you ended it :grins:

Oh My God!!! Just thinking of it drives you crazy. No Comments. I am quite in another world right now. :kissi: :blowing :yayay: :yum: :faint: ^_^