#macbeth smut

You’ve got it, my love. I’ve never written for Macbeth before so here goes nothing. ❤️

TW: smut, oral sex (reader receiving), 18+ content, teasing, dirty talk, minors dni

Your figure laid on the couch, watching him intently as he made his way through the house. He had just returned this morning after being away for a few days and he was still getting himself settled. You had been ecstatic that he had returned, but you hadn’t wanted to push him before he was ready.

As he approached the couch beside you there was a new aura around him, a more intense version of him than you hadn’t seen in a while. Macbeth raised his eyebrows as he stood next to you, taking your hand as you held it up for him. “Are you happy to be home, my love?” You kept your voice small and stable as you felt his gaze lock onto you.

“I’ve been home long enough now, I think I’m finally comfortable.” Macbeth slowly crawled over you, watching for any sign of a “no” just in case. “And I think that now that I’m settled… you’ve been waiting for something.”

You looked around quickly before feeling his bodyweight press onto you. “Macbeth… wait. You don’t have to-” Before you could protest anymore his hands slid down your sides, grabbing the waistband of your shorts. It stopped you in your tracks, you hadn’t expected him to be so worried about this.

“Shhhhh,” Macbeth hushed you as he tugged them down your legs, tossing them to the side as his hand moved between your legs. He rubbed over your clothed sex and licked his lips. “Now isn’t the time for words. Now is the time for me to make up for the few days that I was gone.”

You placed your hands over your face, your cheeks warming intensely as you felt his hot breath against the inside of your thigh. His fingers pushed your panties to the side, leisurely rubbing over your folds with a sly grin. His warm breath now touched your core, his tongue flicking over your clit to send a quiver through your body.

“I want to taste you.” His fingers pushed into your core, steadily at first, but as time rapidly passed they began to piston in and out of you. Every swipe of his tongue over your sensitive bud sent a shockwave of euphoria through you as you gripped onto the couch cushions for dear life.

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