Being put through the mattress until they're at the brink of exhaustion and collapse on top of you.. crushing you beneath their weight.. lazily rolling their hips against yours while their cock softens and mumbling into your neck that you can survive a few more seconds
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I think sex with your fave gets to a whole nother level once you finally get married
Don't get me wrong! It was great before marriage! You made each other cum and it was always satisfying. But you would only roleplay as a married couple, it wasn't the real thing yet, no rings, no vows.
Oh, but then you do get married, and your fave is trembling at the alter and can't focus during the reception bc all he can think about is the fact that you are now his wife. He has to keep adjusting himself under the table at the reception because he's just so hard. He prays that people can't see the precum stain on his slacks.
He's a mess by the time you make it to your room, already fiddling with the zipper of your dress. No, wait, he wants to leave it on, wants it to flow over him as he kneels down and sucks your clit until you squirt. He wants to pull off the wedding garter with his teeth and have it for safe keeping so he can always remember this night. He's surprisingly gentle with the dress, draping it over a chair before he goes back to you, almost ripping his clothes as he pulls them off himself. And there you are, laid bare before him, wet and needy, the only thing you're wearing being your wedding ring.
To say he's feral during sex is an understatement. Something primal within him is suddenly released, and he's pawing at you with his big hands and spreading you wide and pressing his cock into you as far as he can physically go. God, and he's so rough, hard and strong, but still tender as he peppers kisses over your face and neck. Each thrust makes you squeak and squeal and moan helplessly, legs wrapping around his hips to keep him close, as if he ever wants to part from you again. He makes you cum, again and again, until you're so weak that you can't even reciprocate his affection anymore, too tired and gooey to move.
And then he stops, but... he hasn't cum yet. He brings you water and a snack and massages your body while you decompress, cock heavy on his thigh.
"Are you ready to keep going?" he asks and you scoff.
"Keep going? My legs are jelly."
"I can hold em up."
You huff, pulling your arm out from under your head, reaching over and loosely grabbing his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
When he moans loudly and you feel warm liquid runs down your fingers, you look up to see that he's cum.
"Babe." He groans softly in response, leaning back onto the headboard. "You got cum on my ring."
arranged marriage or marriage of convenience and they don't want to force you to sleep in the same bed or even room as them so they're very respectfully saying goodnight before going to their quarters to fuck their fist while thinking about how relaxed you finally seemed after dinner that night
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Summary: Mycroft Holmes x fe!Reader -> When Mycroft asked you to marry him, he thought it would be in name only. However, as time goes on, the lines between being your friend and being your husband seem to blur.
Disclaimer: Mostly fluff, friends to lovers, domesticity, brother's best friend/best friend's brother, one bed trope, hurt/comfort, Mycroft gets wounded, talks about children, marriage of convenience, happy endings.
When Mycroft asked you, one of Sherlockโs only and oldest friends, to be his wife, he thought it would be in name alone.ย
He needed a stable foundation to secure his place in the Foreign Office and, on many occasions, he had heard you say that you needed security away from your family and the older you got the less likely that seemed.ย
The ceremony, although slightly shocking, was quick and efficient. Simple vows exchanged, nothing too personal. And nine months later, no child was born. Whether strictly business or love, it wasnโt socially unacceptable.ย
โAre you still awake?โ Entering his study, you took a look at your husband. He should have gone to bed hours ago.ย
Confused, Mycroft looked to the mantle clock and realised the time. โOh shโฆโ
With a tired smile, you stepped inside and stood by his side. You felt him relax under your touch.ย
โYouโre still awake at two in the morning. It must hold some consequence.โ
He sighed, โItโs for Sherlock. Heโฆneeds my help.โ
โLegal?โ
โMore so than the last time.โ
You smiled, leaning down to wrap your arms around his shoulders.ย
Since you had known the Holmes brothers, Mycroft had always looked out for Sherlock. Even if it meant giving him gray hairs before he was thirty.ย
โThink it can wait long enough for you to get some rest?โ
He sighed, pushing the papers forward in order to stand from his chair. โI donโt see why not.โ
Snuffing out the candles, you took Mycroft by his hand and gently dragged him to bed.ย
It wasnโt until a year into your marriage that you both started to share a bed. Nothing other than sleeping, and the odd cuddle, occurred. But it was nice.ย
It was nice to know you both had someone.
In the beginning, it had been only a little less than awkward. Maybe if you hadnโt known each other for so long beforehand, it would have been easier. Maybe.ย
But, one night when youโd both finally gotten home from saving Sherlockโs neck once again, youโd collapsed onto the master bed. Mycroft had landed beside you and asked you to stay.ย
After spending the last three days searching for one family member, he didnโt like the thought of being separated from another, even if just for the night.ย
From then on, it justโฆstuck.ย
You both already talked and dined together. Once a week, youโd both go out and have lunch or dinner at a tea shop or restaurant. You were already a friend of the family before marriage so there was no bad blood.ย
Sherlock did seemโฆoff for a while when the engagement was announced. But, after a few weeks, he came around to the idea.ย
Sharing a bed, just to sleep, didnโt seem too big of a stretch.ย
โIโm meant to see Lestrade today,โ Mycroft told you when youโd both finally woken up.ย
Rubbing your eye, you turned your head to look at your husband. Mycroft had a strange ability to look devilishly handsome, even in the morning.
โAnd?โ
โI have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomachโฆโ
โSherlock?โ
Mycroft nodded. โI do worry about him.โ
Reaching up, you laid a gentle hand on the side of his face. โHeโs your brother. And, he does often find himself in precarious situations.โ
โBut if heโs on Lestradeโs radarโฆโ
You rubbed your eye, again. โThenโฆhope for the best. Prepare for the worst.โ
Mycroft nodded. โYouโre right.โ
โI know.โ
โAre you alright?โ
You rubbed your eye for a third time. โI think thereโs something in my eye.โ
โLet me see.โ
Leaning closer, Mycroft gently brushed his thumb under your eye. โThereโs an eyelash. Hold steady.โ
โOw.โ
โThat didnโt hurt.โ
โItโs not your eye.โ
โStay stillโฆthere.โ Mycroft leaned up a little. โBetter?โ
โMuch. Thank you.โ
Mycroft smiled, his own hand resting on your face gently. His eyes traced over your own, before he felt his breath catch in his chest for a moment.ย
Just as his eyes dropped to your lips and started to wonder the same thing heโd been wondering for weeks โ what would it be like to kiss you? โ there was a knock on the bedroom door.ย
Like most mornings, you both put distance between yourselves and went about your day. You met him at the bottom of the stairs before he left for work, fixed his tie and kissed his cheek.ย
The entire way to work was spent with thoughts of you. Even on your wedding day, you didnโt share a kiss. A pillar candle inside the room had fallen from the table when the officiant stepped back, distracting both yourselves and everyone else from the final piece of your marriage agreement.ย
The kiss.ย
Mycroft couldnโt lie to himself; though you were his wife, you were his friend. And he was yours. Although no verbal agreement had been made, there was an unspoken understanding that the marriage was strictly business. If either one of you were to fall in love with someone else, it would have to be kept secret until you could both find the least messiest way out of the marriage.ย
But that was three years ago.ย
Since then, youโd saved both his and Sherlockโs neck countless times. Heโd been there for you, even when you tried to push everyone away. You had made sure he took care of himself, in the time he forgot he was human. He had made sure to take care of you, even when you said you could do it yourself.ย
โI hate to pester but when am I going to get grandchildren?โ Cordelia asked you.ย
You and Mycroft exchanged a glance before he took the lead of the conversation. Every Sunday, you both took a trip to Appleton Manor to visit Cordelia. And, every Sunday, the conversation always landed near or around the topic of children.ย
It was unusual to be married three years and not have a child. Most couples you both knew were on their third child by now.ย
โI know you both said youโre waiting for the right time, but Mycroft. Youโre more than secure at your job, and Y/nโฆchildren-โ
Reaching out, you held her hand. โI know. I know. Butโฆweโre just taking our time, right Mycroft?โ
He nodded with a reassuring smile. โYes, dear.โ
Mycroft couldnโt lie to himself. He did often find himself wondering what it would be like to have children, especially with you. But, again, you were friends. Marriage in name, alone.ย
You couldnโt lie to yourself, either. You had found yourself thinking what it would be like to actually have children, especially with Mycroft. You were an only child, growing up. Sherlock had become not only a friend, but a brother of sorts, when you were kids.ย
And Cordelia wasnโt the only mother-in-law asking for grandchildren. Your mother had been waiting longer than three years to see you married with children.ย
The thought both excited and terrified you at the same time. Because, for as much as you were married, yourself and Mycroft had neverโฆcrossed that line. With all technicalities, you hadnโt even kissed each other.ย
By that logic, children wereโฆa long shot in the dark.ย
โWell, whenever you decide to have children, there is an empty room at the top of the hall for a nursery.โ
Yourself and Mycroft smiled at Cordelia before you both realised what she had said.ย
โLet me show you.โ
Less than five minutes later, yourself and Mycroft were opening the door to an old bedroom. It was the nursery Mycroft had stayed in as a baby. After Bea grew up, the nursery became a collection room for old trinkets and sheets.ย
Except, as you both stood looking inside, it wasโฆfreshly painted.ย
The cot had a fresh coat of wood-stain and wax, the mattress was new, as were the sheets and curtains. Old wooden toys had been refurbished to look like new.ย
It wasโฆperfect.ย
โO-Of course, I would expect your mother would want to be close, too, whilst you were recovering. And London is no place to recover in peace. But I understand if-โ
You were on the brink of tears. โCordelia, this isโฆโ
โMother, this is truelyโฆโ
โIโm lost for words.โ
โYou can just say if this was a bad idea-โ
You shook your head, quickly. โNo. No, no, no. Of course, not. No. I justโฆitโs a lot to take in. Thank you, Cordelia.โ
โYes, mother. Thank you.โ
โYou both like it?โ
You nodded. โItโs wonderful.โ
Cordelia took a breath. โOh, thank goodness. Of course, nothing has to happen now. But, I wanted you to both know that there is a place here, for all of you, always.โ
The carriage ride back home was quiet. Filled to the brims with a silence that was almost suffocating.
โSoโฆโ
โSoโฆโ
Mycroft cleared his throat. โWe never broached the topic of children, did we?โ
โNoโฆwe didnโt.โ
โDo you, rather, I guess, would youโ would you likeโ toโ unless thereโs someoneโ I suppose, unless you have someone elseโโ
Reaching out, you took his hand. โMycroft.โ
Almost selfishly, it eased you to know that he was dealing with the issue as well as you. Awkwardly, whilst trying to remain normal.
โPlease tell me you know what Iโm trying to say.โ
A small chuckle left you. โI think I do.โ
โDear lord,โ Mycroft lifted a hand to his brow. โOne would think this kind of conversation would be easier.โ
โYes, I suppose so. If one wasnโt married only in name.โ
โPlenty of couples are only married in name, surly.โ
You nodded. โBut how many are just friends? Friends who might want children?โ
โI donโt know. I donโtโฆknow.โ
Mycroft laid his head back and looked at you.ย
โHow about we take this one step at a time?โ
โI think weโve skipped the first few.โ
You nodded. โAnd maybe that is something we have to retrace before weโฆcommit to children.โ
โYouโre right.โ
โI know.โ
Mycroft smiled, squeezing your hand. โRetrace. One step at a time?โ
You nodded. โI think I can agree to that.โ
Despite everything seemingly going back to normal, there was a fresh awkwardness around yourself and Mycroft. Some conversations would die away, others simply would start off too awkwardly for either one of you to stick around long enough.
However, it would only take a few weeks for all of that to change forever.ย
First, there was a government gala where one particular member of parliament decided that you were to be his date, electing to ignore the fact you were someone elseโs wife.ย
It wasnโt the first time you had heard Mycroft call you his wife, but it was the first time it seemed to truly mean something more than just a name coming from his lips.ย
Then Sherlock found himself in a spot of danger, which just so happened to pull you into that spot, too. Thankfully, you were unharmed, but Mycroft wasnโt so lucky.ย
With a slash across his jacket, a heavy log of wood thrown to bash his rib cage and a grazing bullet left him with: a smattering of scars across his back, a growing purple bruise across his side and chest, and a burn-like scar.ย
โI really do think you should see a doctor, Mycroft.โ
Mycroft shook his head. โIโll be fine.โ
You looked across his bare back and chest with sadness. Despite the new scars, you couldnโt help but let your fingers trace over healed ones. They were miniscule in comparison, and decades old.ย
โIโm okay,โ Mycroft said, his voice gentle. โLook at me?โ
With a gentle finger, he pushed your chin up until you looked him in the eyes.ย
โIโm okay,โ he repeated.ย
โYouโre still bleeding.โ
โAll that matters to me, is that you are alive and well.โ
โAt what cost?โ
โA couple of scars that will heal.โย
Reaching up, you went to lay a hand on his arm where you usually would. Only, there was now a fresh scar.ย
โItโs okay,โ Mycroft quickly took your hand, kissed it, and held it close to his chest. โItโs okay.โ
Taking a deep breath, you tried to still your tears.ย
โDonโt cry, darling.โ Mycroft held you closer, wiping away the falling tears.ย
โWhen I heard the shotโฆMycroftโฆI thoughtโฆโ
โI know. I know. For a moment, I did, too. But everythingโs okay. Weโre both safe.โ
Reaching up, you wrapped your arms over Mycroftโs shoulders and neck, being careful to not disturb his clean wound. Meanwhile, his own arms wrapped around your waist securely.ย
The final push came a few days later.ย
Until then, your days had been filled with soft and quiet moments that you shared with Mycroft. You kept his wounds clean and made sure they were healing, eventually he told you where the other scars came from.ย
Most were from being a child โ climbing trees, rolling down twig-covered hills, and the like. But a few โ only a few โ were from moreโฆserious incidents.ย
โMy father got angry one evening. I donโt even remember what it was over, but I got in the way. I know he didnโt mean it butโฆโ
Leaning down, carefully, you placed a single kiss against the scar.ย
โYouโre not your father, Mycroft. Youโre not him.โ
That night, you held each other until you fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. But that wasnโt the case a few nights later.ย
โCanโt sleep?โ
Mycroft looked over at you from his space on the sofa, โWhat? Oh, sorry. No, I guess not.โ
With a tired smile, you closed the door behind you and took a seat beside him. On instinct, he lifted his arm and held you by his side.ย
โHow are your wounds?โ
โA little sore, but healing thanks to you.โ
โGood.โ Looking up at him, he seemedโฆpensive. โMycroft? What are you thinking about?โ
Suddenly, he turned to you. โWeโre married, yes?โ
You nodded. โYes.โ
โWeโre husband and wife.โ
You nodded, again. โThatโs usually what happens when people get married.โ
โDo you think of me as your husband?โ
You chuckled, nervously. โWhy are you asking?โ Then your stomach dropped. โMycroft-โ You sat up. โHave youโฆโ You tried to steady your voice. โHave you found someone?โ
Mycroft sat up, too. โNo. I justโฆIโve been thinking. Iโve been thinking a lot, actually, andโฆI think- no. I knowโฆI want to be married. Specifically, to you.โ
โWe already are.โ
โNot just in name,โ he quickly added.ย
โOh.โย
You fell quiet as you looked at him. He was waiting for a response, but your reaction told him that your brain had come to a halt.ย
โItโs not just because of these last few days. Well, I suppose it gave me the push I needed but...I donโt want to pressure you into anything. I justโ and this isnโt about being intimateโฆIโd like for us to try and be more than just friends.โ Mycroft took a strained breath. โIโm really hoping I havenโt read into things wrongly, or made assumptionsโโ
โNo. You havenโt. I justโฆโ
The longer you looked at Mycroft, the more you wanted to invent a time machine to go back to when he first offered to marry you, and hit yourself over the head. Entering into a contractual marriage with the one guy youโd secretly been crushing on, from afar, probably wasnโt the best premise to avoid catching feelings for your husband.ย
Mycroftโs breathing seemed strained. Like he was secretly wishing to turn back time, himself.ย
But for the wrong reasons.ย
Because he wasnโt wrong.ย
He didn't make assumptions.ย
For as long as he had been thinking about your marriage being more than you both agreed, youโd been thinking about it a lot longer.ย
Mycroft seemed confused, and a little concerned, when you reached for him. Unable to think of what to say, your mind landed on one simple thing that could express what you were trying to find the words to say.ย
Simply, you kissed him.ย
It was a little awkward, at first. Uncertain, testing, searching. After a moment, Mycroft finally moved.ย
His hand came to hold your face, gently, as he deepened the kiss a little. Leaning forward, pressing a little harder, your mouth parted just a little.ย
With a slight of hand, it wasnโt long before you found yourself straddled across your husbandโs lap.ย
It wasnโt the first time youโd been dressed in a nightgown and dressing robe in front of Mycroft, but it was the first time he had touched you. Just small and sensitive touches โ a skimming of his palm over your clothing, the tender cupping of his hand, a squeeze of your hip.ย
A small noise came from the back of your throat as he seemed to shift a little under you.ย
โIs-is everything alright?โ
Trying to catch your breath, you nodded. โYes. Itโs justโฆnew.โ
Mycroft swallowed. โWe should probably slow down.โ
โProbably,โ you agreed, your fingers gently tracing his jaw line.ย
It was the logical thing to do. After all, it was past midnight and, despite his injuries, Mycroft was well enough to travel. Youโd both promised Cordelia you would go and see her.ย
But there was something in his kiss that feltโฆmagnetic. Pulling away from his kiss was harder than leaning closer and kissing him, again.ย
So, you did exactly that.ย
Not that either of you were complaining.ย
Being married for three years granted you both more than a little leeway in terms of intimacy.ย
And Cordelia certainly noticed the change in both of you when you arrived at Appleton Manor two hours later than scheduled.ย
โWe got caught inโฆtraffic! Isnโt that right, dear?โ
โHmm? Oh, yes. Traffic. There were so many carriages in the city this weekend. It was ram-packed.โ
Cordelia smiled. โMycroft, darling, perhaps you could fetch me my shawl. Itโs just in the drawing room.โ
โOf course, mother. Iโll be right back.โ
The second Mycroft disappeared, Cordelia took you by your arm. โYou two are terrible liars. But, Iโll forgive you. I suppose nearly dying gives you both a second lease on life. And a second honeymoon.โ
โCordelia!โ
โOh, please. Before Silas turned out to be a raging psychopath, we were the same. When we were a lot younger. But, I wonโt embarrass you further. I just wanted to sayโฆit rather suits you. Being in love. Showing it.โ
In your head, nothing had really gone any differently. But, perhaps, there was an atmosphere. Less secret looks, more open ones. A few more noticeable, lingering touches.ย
Before you knew it, things were changing. Even more so than they already had.
marriage of convenience is one of my favourite tropes ever and its done so beautifully here!! i especially loved the part with the eyelash after the both woke up it was so tender and sweet and i love how its all written, i love the conversations, and i love the gradual progression into being a genuine lovematch, and i love love love all of it!! ๐ฉท๐ฉท๐ฉท๐ฉท
We all talk about sleepy voiced faves, but what about sleepy voiced YOU and your faves being down bad for it just like you are for theirs? You can't tell me they don't hear your warm, sleepy voice saying, "what baby?" and they don't get bricked up immediately. You say their name in that pretty, raspy voice and they're holding their own leash with the tightest grip imaginable. I cannot be convinced otherwise.
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doggystyle with his hands alllll over you. rubbing from your shoulders to the blades, running down your sides to your hips, then back up your belly to cup your chest
walking around your apartment in only a t-shirt and old cotton panties that are probably a size too small. the garment barely clings to your soft hips, your bush curling out from beneath the worn out lace, your ass all but eating the semi-sheer fabric. improbably, though, theyโre the most comfortable pair of underwear you own. and more than that, they drive your f/o wild with lust.
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