If it's left as is, it's bring your own characters/ship, for any fandom you choose.
Oh, and it is pure, unadulterated SMUT, just to warn you. Especially since I have trouble writing such...
His right hand slid across her thigh and rested there, with his fingers brushing lightly against the crotch of her jeans. She clenched her jaw as discretely as possible, determined to not to show how much she wanted to squirm and beg him to keep going. The temperature in the room rose several degrees and she was finding it difficult to breath, but there was absolutely no way she was going to give in to him.
He cupped her face with his other hand and turned it so that she had to meet his heated blue eyes.
“You can’t deny you want this,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing little circles at the corner of her lips, teasing her mouth into going completely dry, “that you need this.”
She kept her own expression neutral, though she was certain he had to see his desire mirrored in her own eyes, because the fingers of his right hand began to stroke the seam of her crotch, pressing harder against her each time.
Heat flooded through her and she gasped and arched into his touch. She saw the triumphant gleam in his eyes, but she didn’t care. All she knew was the wonderful pressure; the incredible need that his fingers ignited within her.
He stood up, the fingers stroking her through her pants never stopping, and moved so that he was in front of her. With a gentle push, he spread her legs and knelt between them. She gave a muted protest when his fingers left her, but settled down as he unbuttoned the snap to her jeans.
The rational part of her mind tried to come to back into focus, reminding her that this wasn’t really him, that he would never tie her to a chair and do these things to her, but she was already too lost in the sensations and longing, and ration flew out the window because he had somehow removed her pants with little fuss.
His fingers returned to gently stroking her, only this time there was nothing between them and her skin. She gasped at the contrast of rough meeting smooth, then moaned his name as he slid one finger inside her to gently press against her clitoris.
She was breathing hard now, and she fought against the soft rope he had used to bind her hands, wanting to touch him, to feel him shudder beneath her hands. But he was in charge, and he reminded her by leaning forward and gently biting the sensitive area at her hip, his hair brushing against her stomach.
This seemed to give him another idea, because instead of going back to watching her enjoy his ravishing, he continued to alternately kiss and bite her in various random places, a perfect counterpoint to the rhythm of his stroking fingers.
It was too much for her already heightened senses and when he slid another finger in to join the first, she came, body shuddering with the force of it.
He pulled away from her slightly, hands resting on her thighs, to look up at her. His eyes still held that foreign, dark look, and it caused her to shiver. He wasn’t through with her. Not by a long shot.
Both a feeling of shame and pleasure washed over her at the thought.
Who sprained her ankle yesterday and is jacked up on pain medication...WHEEEE!!!!!!!