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Same woman
Yooo I went and looked up the Artist responsible for these masterpieces and holy shit did this guy love Big Women:
[nudity under the cut]
blah blah blah you, the queen, ask your knight if he meant it when he said her loves the kingdom and the monarchy.
"Aye. I would do anything for it."
"Would you kneel before it?"
He doesn't hesitate. "Yes."
"Well-" You gather your skirts in your hands, knees exposed. "Then kneel."
And he does, hands gripping at the back of your legs, head pushing up and under your dress-
ANTOHER BLAH BLAH BLAH-
"When I was princess, men worshipped me." Your drag your nails across his scalp. His mouth works against you patiently, dutifully.
"They'd do anything to be in my presence, to see my body, to touch me, to taste me," you sigh. "I could get two to lick me at once and they'd thank me for the experience."
The knight licks harder, brow knitted in concentration.
"I could never touch their cocks at all and they'd still kiss my feet in gratitude. Making me cum? Touching my tits? That was a reward in itself." Your rant continues. "When I was gracious enough to let them cum? To touch them? Jewels. Treasures. Adoration."
The knight's hand presses at your opening, two fingers sliding in and crooking-
"I saved my virginity for your king." You stroke the man's hair again. "And his three fucking inches. Flops on top of me every night and still no heir. It's no wonder: the little thing struggles to even get inside me and stay at attention. All I wanted out of a husband was a nice cock. I should have let my tutor marry me. He was thick and eager--"
The knight sucks hard and your body goes rigid. A quiver comes over you as you realize you're to cum.
"Yes, pet, like that-" you gasp. "Are you jealous?"
"Yes." He growls it into your dripping cunt, never fully breaking away. "Do not think of other men while I'm pleasing you."
"I only think of their cocks."
"You say that as if I do not have my own to offer,"
MDNI
Tags:fingering (f), orgasm denial, mentions of a buttplug, allusions to sex.
Dom! Bruce xBrat! Reader
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!
For the fifth time this week, he was late. Again.
You understood how important his work was, hell, you never even complained about all the things he had missed because of it.
But not today. You were determined to give him an earful for missing your carefully scheduled night together.
It was almost quarter past three in the morning when he finally came back to your penthouse.
He was met with the sight of you sitting on the bed fuming instead of being peacefully asleep like usual.
"Why are you always late?! And don't give me the excuse that something somehow came up again!"
You almost yell.
He steps forward towards the bed, trying to placate you.
"Something did come up, sweetheart. I'm here now," he says in his infuriatingly hot voice. Hearing him speak always made you slightly wet.
But you weren’t letting it slide tonight. You push at his chest when he gets close, glaring.
“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. You think you can just show up whenever and I’ll forgive you?”
He catches your wrist mid-push, his grip firm. “Careful,” he warns, his voice dropping lower, the sharp edge in it making heat pool between your legs despite yourself.
You try to yank free, only for him to shove you back onto the bed in one swift movement, straddling you.
"That's enough."
His tone is stern now, and it makes you shiver. One of his hands pins both of yours above your head while the other brushes against your pussy beneath your shorts.
"Wet already? Did you want me to put you in your place?" he mocks.
His fingers wander further down, and he lets out a pleased hum when he feels the cool base of your buttplug.
When his touch comes back up to your clit, he starts rubbing in slow, taunting circles. The friction makes you arch your hips, desperate for more, but he pulls back just enough to leave you aching.
The most infuriating smirk graces his face as he feels how drenched you are.
He’d been fingering you for over an hour now, dragging you up to the very edge of climax before cruelly pulling away. Every time you thought release was within reach, he denied you, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. Slick coated your thighs, your sheets damp with your need.
Your throat was hoarse from begging, moaning, and whining, each sound more desperate than the last. Every stop-and-start made your whole body tremble with frustrated arousal.
"Tantrums don't earn you orgasms," he chides when you try to grind against his hand for friction.
You whimper, hips twitching uncontrollably, but he just laughs low in his throat, enjoying the way your body betrayed your defiance.
Meanwhile, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the bulge in his pants. You wanted him to fuck you, to finally fill you, to bully that heavy cock into the spot that made you see heaven.
The next morning, you could feel the soreness in your pussy. He had made sure to fuck you to your heart’s content after torturing you for so long.
You buried your face into his chest. Maybe you should throw tantrums a bit more frequently.
MDNI
Tags:fingering (f), orgasm denial, mentions of a buttplug, allusions to sex.
Dom! Bruce xBrat! Reader
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!
For the fifth time this week, he was late. Again.
You understood how important his work was, hell, you never even complained about all the things he had missed because of it.
But not today. You were determined to give him an earful for missing your carefully scheduled night together.
It was almost quarter past three in the morning when he finally came back to your penthouse.
He was met with the sight of you sitting on the bed fuming instead of being peacefully asleep like usual.
"Why are you always late?! And don't give me the excuse that something somehow came up again!"
You almost yell.
He steps forward towards the bed, trying to placate you.
"Something did come up, sweetheart. I'm here now," he says in his infuriatingly hot voice. Hearing him speak always made you slightly wet.
But you weren’t letting it slide tonight. You push at his chest when he gets close, glaring.
“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. You think you can just show up whenever and I’ll forgive you?”
He catches your wrist mid-push, his grip firm. “Careful,” he warns, his voice dropping lower, the sharp edge in it making heat pool between your legs despite yourself.
You try to yank free, only for him to shove you back onto the bed in one swift movement, straddling you.
"That's enough."
His tone is stern now, and it makes you shiver. One of his hands pins both of yours above your head while the other brushes against your pussy beneath your shorts.
"Wet already? Did you want me to put you in your place?" he mocks.
His fingers wander further down, and he lets out a pleased hum when he feels the cool base of your buttplug.
When his touch comes back up to your clit, he starts rubbing in slow, taunting circles. The friction makes you arch your hips, desperate for more, but he pulls back just enough to leave you aching.
The most infuriating smirk graces his face as he feels how drenched you are.
He’d been fingering you for over an hour now, dragging you up to the very edge of climax before cruelly pulling away. Every time you thought release was within reach, he denied you, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. Slick coated your thighs, your sheets damp with your need.
Your throat was hoarse from begging, moaning, and whining, each sound more desperate than the last. Every stop-and-start made your whole body tremble with frustrated arousal.
"Tantrums don't earn you orgasms," he chides when you try to grind against his hand for friction.
You whimper, hips twitching uncontrollably, but he just laughs low in his throat, enjoying the way your body betrayed your defiance.
Meanwhile, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the bulge in his pants. You wanted him to fuck you, to finally fill you, to bully that heavy cock into the spot that made you see heaven.
The next morning, you could feel the soreness in your pussy. He had made sure to fuck you to your heart’s content after torturing you for so long.
You buried your face into his chest. Maybe you should throw tantrums a bit more frequently.

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MDNI
Tags:fingering (f), orgasm denial, mentions of a buttplug, allusions to sex.
Dom! Bruce xBrat! Reader
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!
For the fifth time this week, he was late. Again.
You understood how important his work was, hell, you never even complained about all the things he had missed because of it.
But not today. You were determined to give him an earful for missing your carefully scheduled night together.
It was almost quarter past three in the morning when he finally came back to your penthouse.
He was met with the sight of you sitting on the bed fuming instead of being peacefully asleep like usual.
"Why are you always late?! And don't give me the excuse that something somehow came up again!"
You almost yell.
He steps forward towards the bed, trying to placate you.
"Something did come up, sweetheart. I'm here now," he says in his infuriatingly hot voice. Hearing him speak always made you slightly wet.
But you weren’t letting it slide tonight. You push at his chest when he gets close, glaring.
“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. You think you can just show up whenever and I’ll forgive you?”
He catches your wrist mid-push, his grip firm. “Careful,” he warns, his voice dropping lower, the sharp edge in it making heat pool between your legs despite yourself.
You try to yank free, only for him to shove you back onto the bed in one swift movement, straddling you.
"That's enough."
His tone is stern now, and it makes you shiver. One of his hands pins both of yours above your head while the other brushes against your pussy beneath your shorts.
"Wet already? Did you want me to put you in your place?" he mocks.
His fingers wander further down, and he lets out a pleased hum when he feels the cool base of your buttplug.
When his touch comes back up to your clit, he starts rubbing in slow, taunting circles. The friction makes you arch your hips, desperate for more, but he pulls back just enough to leave you aching.
The most infuriating smirk graces his face as he feels how drenched you are.
He’d been fingering you for over an hour now, dragging you up to the very edge of climax before cruelly pulling away. Every time you thought release was within reach, he denied you, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. Slick coated your thighs, your sheets damp with your need.
Your throat was hoarse from begging, moaning, and whining, each sound more desperate than the last. Every stop-and-start made your whole body tremble with frustrated arousal.
"Tantrums don't earn you orgasms," he chides when you try to grind against his hand for friction.
You whimper, hips twitching uncontrollably, but he just laughs low in his throat, enjoying the way your body betrayed your defiance.
Meanwhile, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the bulge in his pants. You wanted him to fuck you, to finally fill you, to bully that heavy cock into the spot that made you see heaven.
The next morning, you could feel the soreness in your pussy. He had made sure to fuck you to your heart’s content after torturing you for so long.
You buried your face into his chest. Maybe you should throw tantrums a bit more frequently.
I try and avoid engagementbait when I can but look at his EYES
✦ ˚ : · MORNING SHENANIGANS · : ˚✦
pairing ☆ clark kent x fem!reader x bruce wayne
word count ☆ 3K
summary ☆ you went to celebrate with your best friends your promotion, only to wake up naked between them the next morning
warnings ☆ mdni, threesome, p in v, fingering, pussy eating, dirty talk, alcohol, mention to anal sex
a/n ☆ i am obsessed about writing threesomes when i personally never experience one. also i'm definitely writing more scenarios about this three. i know that Clark tecnically can't get drunk but i don't really gaf
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"I will definitely remember this tomorrow!" you said with the biggest smile as Bruce poured you your fourth martini before sitting in the armrest closer to Clark, whose arm was resting lazily in your waist.
✶✶✶
Your head hurt so much that it took you a while to realize you had four arms of two men built like trucks wrapped around your body. Bruce had his chest against your back, one of his legs between yours, and one arm holding your waist, the other above your head. Clark was nestled against your neck, one hand on your hip and the other intertwined with yours. You were touching them too. You all formed a tangle of limbs and breaths that left you speechless.
MDNI
Batman x thief!reader
Warnings: Edging, fingering, orgasm denial, light choking, very very light degradation, afab reader.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!
The familiar sirens screamed through Gotham in every nook and cranny, except the Cave.
Here, the only sound was his breathing. Harsh and heavy.
You lay pinned to the cold metal of the console table, your own breath ragged as the Bat loomed over you.
You were hoping for punishment, that's why you decided to steal anyway.
You’d made sure he’d notice you, 450k worth of stolen diamonds glittered somewhere in the evidence locker upstairs. You hadn’t even tried to cover your tracks. You wanted him angry.
Because he fucked you best when he was angry.
His hands had already torn away the bottom half of your suit. Your thighs trembled in nothing but thin cotton panties, damp and clinging to your skin. The cold of the Cave made your nipples pebble under your suit’s remains and that bone chilling stare made your cunt wetter and wetter with every passing second.
"You don’t learn," he growled, voice rough with restraint.
"Maybe I should chain you up here… keep you where I can watch you. 24/7."
His words shot straight through you. Your hole clenched around nothing, your pussy dripping as if responding on instinct.
He pushed your legs apart, hooking one arm around your waist . You were forced to wrap your legs around his hips as he rubbed two gloved fingers against your soaked panties, pressing right where you needed it most.
You gasped, back arching. But the pressure was faint. He was teasing you, how cruel.
"C'mon—" you whined, before his grip on your neck tightened again, silencing you in an instant.
Then you heard it, the sound of his trousers unzipping. If anything, the idea of him hate fucking you made you giddy with joy.
You braced for the stinging stretch, for the hard pounding that usually followed when he was this worked up.
But instead...
He just slid his cock along your slit. Slowly and lazily. Again and again.
His length glided through your folds, catching against your clit just enough to make you squirm and twitch. You whimpered as your whole body quivered with need.
"You thought you'd steal from me and get rewarded?" he murmured against your ear, his voice thick with anger and maybe a hint of amusement.
"No. You get to feel it but you won't have it. Not tonight."
His meaty cockhead tapped your clit once then twice.
You felt your belly tighten, the beginnings of that sweet sweet pressure building inside and then he stilled.
You stared at him, confused, panting. His jaw clenched harder. You realised you weren't getting anything.
He grunted as he came. Hot, thick ropes painted your folds, covering over your swollen cunt like he owned it. You gasped, your hips bucking against nothing as the orgasm you’d been chasing vanished.
You tried to speak but he was already stepping back, zipping up without a word.
Then he was gone.
Ah, well. You'd get him next time.
MDNI
Batman x thief!reader
Warnings: Edging, fingering, orgasm denial, light choking, very very light degradation, afab reader.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!
The familiar sirens screamed through Gotham in every nook and cranny, except the Cave.
Here, the only sound was his breathing. Harsh and heavy.
You lay pinned to the cold metal of the console table, your own breath ragged as the Bat loomed over you.
You were hoping for punishment, that's why you decided to steal anyway.
You’d made sure he’d notice you, 450k worth of stolen diamonds glittered somewhere in the evidence locker upstairs. You hadn’t even tried to cover your tracks. You wanted him angry.
Because he fucked you best when he was angry.
His hands had already torn away the bottom half of your suit. Your thighs trembled in nothing but thin cotton panties, damp and clinging to your skin. The cold of the Cave made your nipples pebble under your suit’s remains and that bone chilling stare made your cunt wetter and wetter with every passing second.
"You don’t learn," he growled, voice rough with restraint.
"Maybe I should chain you up here… keep you where I can watch you. 24/7."
His words shot straight through you. Your hole clenched around nothing, your pussy dripping as if responding on instinct.
He pushed your legs apart, hooking one arm around your waist . You were forced to wrap your legs around his hips as he rubbed two gloved fingers against your soaked panties, pressing right where you needed it most.
You gasped, back arching. But the pressure was faint. He was teasing you, how cruel.
"C'mon—" you whined, before his grip on your neck tightened again, silencing you in an instant.
Then you heard it, the sound of his trousers unzipping. If anything, the idea of him hate fucking you made you giddy with joy.
You braced for the stinging stretch, for the hard pounding that usually followed when he was this worked up.
But instead...
He just slid his cock along your slit. Slowly and lazily. Again and again.
His length glided through your folds, catching against your clit just enough to make you squirm and twitch. You whimpered as your whole body quivered with need.
"You thought you'd steal from me and get rewarded?" he murmured against your ear, his voice thick with anger and maybe a hint of amusement.
"No. You get to feel it but you won't have it. Not tonight."
His meaty cockhead tapped your clit once then twice.
You felt your belly tighten, the beginnings of that sweet sweet pressure building inside and then he stilled.
You stared at him, confused, panting. His jaw clenched harder. You realised you weren't getting anything.
He grunted as he came. Hot, thick ropes painted your folds, covering over your swollen cunt like he owned it. You gasped, your hips bucking against nothing as the orgasm you’d been chasing vanished.
You tried to speak but he was already stepping back, zipping up without a word.
Then he was gone.
Ah, well. You'd get him next time.

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this worked last night lets go for round two
I really need some good luck rn
I could use some luck
In the Stillness of the Night
Bruce Wayne × Fem!reader.
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, nostalgia, bittersweet ending, themes of emotional codependency.
In the Stillness of the Night
Bruce Wayne × Fem!reader.
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, nostalgia, bittersweet ending, themes of emotional codependency.
I am not taking a risk
Not risking it pals
U know what I want potato of luck
Damn right I’m reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.
MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.

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MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.
MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
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Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.