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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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ive been wanting this hhhh wedding night sex with miguel fem reader pls 💞💞💞💞💞 & ty!

oh my god yes!!

wedding night sex—miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw: nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, wedding night sex, oral sex, vaginal sex (p in v), praise kink, slightly aggressive sex

as the night falls and the celebration of your wedding comes to a close, you and miguel find yourselves alone, finally able to indulge in the intimacy of your new union. the anticipation and excitement hang thick in the air as you step into the room that holds the promise of passionate encounters. miguel takes your hand in his, his touch gentle yet filled with desire. he pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a deep, longing kiss. the weight of the day's emotions melts away as you succumb to the embrace of his strong arms.

with each kiss and caress, your clothing begins to fall away, revealing the raw beauty of your bodies. miguel’s eyes rove over your exposed skin, a hunger evident in his gaze. his hands roam over the curves of your body, worshipping every inch of you with tender yet possessive touch. he lays you gently on the bed, his hands trailing along your thighs, teasing, and exploring. as he positions himself above you, a rush of anticipation floods through you, the realization that this is the beginning of a lifetime together.

miguel's lips journey across your body, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites in his wake. his hands explore, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your hardening nipples. he takes his time, relishing in the pleasure of every touch, every gasp and moan that escapes from your lips. as he reaches your most intimate area, his lips part, his tongue flicking gently over your sensitive folds. he brings his hands up, gently parting your legs, his tongue delving deeper into your warmth. the sensation is overwhelming, pleasure pulsating through every nerve in your body.

miguel's expert tongue works its magic, skillfully exploring every inch of your most intimate parts. the sensations are overwhelming, a whirlwind of pleasure emanating from your core. your hands grip onto the sheets, your body writhing in ecstasy as a sweet release builds. as your climax approaches, miguel’s pace quickens, his tongue moving with fervor. the sensations overloaded your senses, and with an eruption of pleasure, your body tenses as a powerful orgasm consumes you. wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you gasping for breath. “would you like me to continue, my princess? there’s so much more i want to explore with you tonight." his voice drips with desire, his eyes burning with lust as he looks at you, waiting for your response.

“yes please…” with a powerful surge of strength, miguel effortlessly flips you onto your stomach, your naked body exposed and vulnerable. the anticipation builds as you feel his warm breath against your ear, “you’ve been a such a good girl for me. don’t worry, it'll be pleasure mixed with a touch of pain." without warning, miguel’s strong hands grip your hips possessively, pulling you closer to him. his impressive length brushes against your wetness, teasing and tantalizing.

he enters you slowly, bit by bit, his sizable girth stretching you, filling you up completely. the sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and a twinge of pain that only heightens your desire. miguel’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more powerful and full of purpose. his hands roam your body, gripping your curves firmly as he takes his pleasure. with each thrust, he hits a spot deep within you that sends you spiraling towards bliss. the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, blending with your moans of pleasure.

time seems to lose meaning as miguel takes you again and again, each thrust bringing you closer to the peak of your desire. the rhythm intensifies, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. feeling the intensity building, your body tenses as a powerful orgasm approaches. with one final thrust, miguel pushes you over the edge, your body convulsing in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over you. miguel, not one to rest, continues his relentless assault, extending your pleasure, prolonging your release. his determination to savor every drop of pleasure pushes you to the edge once again, and with a cry of his name, you surrender to the ecstasy that consumes you.

both of you lay there, panting and sated, riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss. miguel wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you bask in the afterglow of your intimate encounter. “you’re incredible, sweetheart.”your hearts beat in sync as you lay there, bodies intertwined, ready to explore the depths of pleasure that await you throughout the night. there’s no doubt that you'll both leave this experience utterly satisfied and hungry for more.

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"Jilted" - part 2

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Tags: boyfriend's dad au, left at the altar, father-in-law, hurt/comfort, forbidden attraction, silver fox Steve, age gap, size kink, strength kink, Dom/sub elements, daddy kink, fingering, oral sex, grinding, sex, dirty talk, cheating

Summary: You may be a jilted bride, but you don't feel like one for long when Steve soothes the hurt in unexpected ways.

Part 2 - "Taken to Bed by a Man" (Wait! I haven't read part 1 yet!)

Only hours ago, you were walking to the altar to marry a boy, and now you’re being taken to bed by a man—that very boy’s father. The reality of it becomes very clear as Steve walks into his bedroom with you in his arms and sets you down. Your toes dig into the room’s soft carpet.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

You obey, shivering as he steps in close behind. You can hear his breathing, can practically feel his desire for you. Somehow, he seems more tangible than he ever has before. More real, more solid, and you’re painfully aware of how close he is. “S-steve,” you breathe. “I—”

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, cutting you off. “I’m sorry I never told you. A woman like you should hear it every day.”

You want to say something, tell him that this is wrong, you can’t do this. He’s … he’s Pat’s father, decades older than you. He’s Captain America, for Christssakes. You shouldn’t want him the way you do. And now he’s got you doubting everything, every interaction you’ve ever had with him, every lingering glance, every brief touch, every polite word. From that very first time Pat brought you home to meet his father, the famed “man out of time.”

Steve doesn’t age normally, that much is obvious. You know about the serum, know that he was in his late twenties when they defrosted him back in the ‘nineties. And thirty years later, he doesn’t look as old as he should. His body and face are still those of a forty year old, betrayed only by the edges of his eyes, by the grey creeping into his hair and beard. He’s a total daddy, a thought that you’ve been shamefully repressing for the past two years. You’ve been so embarrassed by it, thought you were being such a creep, thinking about Pat’s father that way. Has Steve really been looking at you too all this time? You open your mouth to say something, offer some protest or reason why you can’t—

“Ask me to take your dress off.”

Your whole body clenches at how deep his voice is, how close he’s speaking to your ear. You tremble, able to feel the heat of his body behind you. “Steve, I …”

“Ask me,” he whispers, fingers skimming over your neck and shoulders. “Come on, Honey. Ask me. I promise I’ll only make you do it once.”

God. You manage to choke out an overwhelmed, “Please,” and thankfully it seems to be enough for him. His fingers find the laces of your dress and begin to delicately undo them. He goes slowly, almost like he’s relishing the act of removing your wedding gown. He peels off the dress that his son was meant to remove from your body that night, the fabric falling to the floor in a quiet ‘whoosh’, and his hands landing on your waist.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, sounding amazed. You whimper and try to move away, skittish, but he stops you, pulling you back firmly against his body with a tut. “You’re okay,” he soothes, arms wrapping around you to hold you close and calm you down. “Shhh. I got you.”

“S-steve,” you breathe, overwhelmed by how wrong this is, how turned on you are when he touches you. “We can’t, I shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” his hot breath fans out against your ear, then he starts kissing your neck and his hands slide covetously over your body. “Wanted you for so long, Sweetheart. Wanted to give you what you were aching for.” You whimper and try to pull away, but his hand slides over your tummy and pulls you back. “It’s okay. I’ve known. You think I didn’t know? Think I didn’t see you looking at me?”

“I – I didn’t …”

“Shh. There’s a girl. Let me touch you.” He’s so effortlessly strong and it feels so good to be held still by him. He rubs your belly and his other hand slides up your ribcage. “So beautiful.” He cups your breast, fingers dipping under the cup of your bra. “God, Honey. Look at you.”

You look down and exhale shakily, your cunt pulsing at the sight of his huge hand against your skin and the delicate lace of your bridal underwear. “Steve,” you breathe, shaking from nerves and arousal. “I want …”

“What do you want?” he whispers, lips trailing over your neck. He places a kiss on your pulse point, feels how fast your heart is beating. “Want me to take control?” he offers softly, almost kindly, like he can sense how overwhelmed you are. “I can do that, Sweetheart. Make it easy for you, make all the decisions. Is that what you want, hm? Want me to lay you out on this bed and do all the work?”

It’s pathetic, how fast you whine and nod, wanting that so badly. “Yes,” you say, grabbing at his hands where they’re feeling you up. “Please, Steve. Yes.”

He chuckles, low and with just a touch of condescension, the sound going straight to your core. You squeeze your thighs together to try and get some relief, but it doesn’t do any good. “Come on, then,” Steve says, moving you with capable hands. He guides you over and pushes on your shoulders until he’s got you sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re left staring at him, standing there in front of you in his tux, looking obscenely handsome, confident, and—oh …

His cock isn’t even fully hard yet, and it’s still a healthy bulge at the front of his slacks. You feel your cheeks heat as you can’t help but stare at it. It is right there, after all. You flush all the harder when he notices you looking and chuckles at you. One of those enormous hands brushes up against the front of his pants, and you nearly moan at the sight of him touching himself.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he purrs. “You’ll get it. But first …” he sinks down to kneel in front of you, reaching for the straps of your bra. You tense when he starts to pull them off your shoulders, moving to reach behind yourself and unhook the bra, but he hushes you and stills your hands. “Shh, no. Let me do it, Honey. I want to do it.” He gets your bra off and tosses it aside, groaning as he kneels in front of you and looks his fill. “God, you got no idea,” he murmurs, sounding distracted by what he’s seeing. “No idea how long I’ve been wanting this.” His hands make an abortive move, as if he doesn’t know where or how to touch you first. “Shit, lookit you.”

“How long?” you ask on impulse, surprising even yourself. His eyes shoot up to your face, and you swallow heavily under his stare. “H-how long, have you wanted to?” you breathe.

He smiles, then his eyes trail back down and he sighs happily. He reaches out and just sort of … pets the tips of your breasts, brow pinching with want as he watches your nipples harden into firm peaks. “Jesus.” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe he’s getting to touch you. “Oh, Doll ... Since I met you.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he says distractedly, big hands cupping your tits, making them look small and delicate against his rough palms. You’ve never noticed how masculine his hands are …

“S-since—”

“Since the first time you came in my house looking like you do, yes,” he growls, giving your breasts a squeeze. “Shit.”

His soft cursing makes you flush, feeling warm and exposed and needy and seen. “Steve,” you say, voice warbling with audible worry. You wait until his blue eyes come up to meet yours—God, are his eyes ever blue. You swallow heavily.

“What is it, Sweetheart?”

You chew your lip. “If we do this …” you fret, thinking about the wedding, about Patrick, about how fucked up this is going to make your life.

Steve’s hands smooth over your thighs. “Do you really want him back?” he asks you—knowingly. He meets your gaze without doubt, shaking his head the barest bit. “No going back,” he murmurs. You whimper, and he hushes you. “I know, Honey, I know it’s scary. But you can trust me.”

Delicately, he reaches for the clips of your garters and begins undoing them, one at a time. You’re stuck watching, helpless, as he looks you in the eye and gently eases your stockings down your legs. They’re the real deal: silk, seamed, non-elastic, and a strange feeling rolls through you as you watch Steve’s fingers move over them deftly and you realize that he likely knows what he’s doing because these were the sort that girls wore back in his day.

“Don’t worry, Angel.” He kisses the inside of a knee. “This isn’t just for tonight. I have every intention of keeping you.” His eyes flash upwards again, and you feel heat course through you at his face being right there between your legs … And at his words. He sees your face pinch with doubt and he nods. “Yeah. I told you you’re mine, now. I don’t say things like that unless I mean ‘em.”

“But …” you falter, not sure what you’re even planning to say. But I’m supposed to be engaged to your son. But I’m supposed to be married to him. But people will know, people will—

He slides his hands over your hips and starts edging your panties down, maintaining that all-consuming eye contact as he does it. “But what?” he purrs. “You worried about what people will say?”

You shake your head in denial, but the truth is that you are. Buzzfeed and CNN had been at that cathedral, goddamnit, and there’ll be articles tomorrow about what happened. What on earth will the headlines say when word gets out that you’ve traded in Captain America’s son for the Captain himself?

“You worry too much,” Steve says, easing your panties down your legs and guiding you to let them slip from your feet. He lifts your calf and kisses the inside of your ankle, smirking. “I’m Captain America, Everybody loves me. And I’m allowed to have nice things.” His gaze slides down to the vee of your legs, and you watch as his eyes rapidly darken to something greedy and ravenous. He makes a gruff sound in his throat, utterly possessive, and the next thing you know he’s shoving your knees further apart and forcing his way in, arms hooking underneath your thighs and wrapping around to hold onto you.

You squeak as his broad shoulders push your legs apart and you tip backwards. You catch yourself on your hands and prop yourself back up in time to watch the inaugural press of his mouth against your sex. And oh, it feels almost as good as it looks. You inhale sharply and your hips jump up of their own volition. He’s only pressed a chaste kiss against you, right up high on your mound, but the sight of Steve Rogers’ face between your legs, his head of silver-blond hair and his dark lashes resting against his cheeks as he noses against your most intimate place … it’s enough to have you clenching hard on nothing, slicking up so much that you can feel it getting messy and wet.

You whimper in arousal and impulsively reach with one of your hands to try and hold his head. “Jesus, Steve,” you whisper, turned on beyond belief. It only gets worse when he looks up at you again. You exhale shakily, belly heaving at the way his eyes scald you in their intensity.

“Tell me,” he rasps. “Tell me what you want me to do with my mouth.”

Jesus fucking Christ, that’s not fair. You whine and pant down at him. “Nnn, Steve …” You can’t. You can’t.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” he coaxes, voice like sin. “I know what I promised. And I meant it. I’ll take control. I’ll make it easy for you, and so goddamn good you won’t remember your name.” He turns his face and kisses the crease of your thigh, so close to where you want it. “But I want to hear you say it, first. Please. Just do that for me, Babydoll, and then I’ll make you feel so good.”

You swallow thickly, turned on beyond belief and knowing that if you want him, you’re going to have to put your big girl panties on and do this one thing for him. So, despite the fact that most of your brain cells have liquified and run out through your ears at this point—and despite the fact that you are not one for dirty talking in the bedroom—you look him right in the eyes and croak out a breathless, “Kiss my pussy, Steve. Put your mouth on me and lick it, suck—ogn …” You cut off in a moan when he seals his mouth right over your clit and sucks hard. “Oh my god.”

“Mmhm,” he groans. He sucks your folds into his mouth and flattens his tongue, rubbing it firmly against your clit and working methodically at it until it’s puffy and swollen. “Mmm. Mmph.” His sounds of enjoyment only make it filthier, and you can’t hold back your own choked off little moans and gasps at the eager way his arms grab onto you and haul you in for more, the way he purposefully grinds his face against you and uses his nose to give you more pressure from above your clit.

You wind up sobbing and tossing your head back as you feel yourself gush, and for a long moment you don’t even realize how much you're humping his face, rubbing yourself off against him, trying to get more of that sucking mouth and that lashing, sinful tongue. “Oh, shit. Holy shit …”

You should be mortified by your own desperation, by the sounds you’re making. Maybe you would be, but for the way that Steve responds to it. He growls and jerks you in harder against him, grinding his face into your cunt, sucking and slurping and then hurriedly freeing up one hand to push his fingers into you.

You cry out sharply as he tries to start with two but quickly halts when he can tell that it’s too much. He softens and slows down, kissing your clit in gentle apology, slipping one finger inside your drenched pussy instead. “There we go,” he hums in response to the pleasured sigh you give and looks up at you while he works his finger gently. “That feel good, Sugar?”

You’re gonna die from the fucking pet names, and that is perfectly okay. You nod dumbly down at him, eyes glued to his gaze once again as he fingers you. “Y-yeah,” you say shakily. “Steve …”

He kisses the hood of your clit and drags his lips over it. “Has it been awhile?” he asks, with all the tender concern of a lover who wants to please.

It makes your belly swirl just as hard as his mouth on you had, and you whimper and nod, working your hips down a little against his finger. “I h-haven’t,” you stutter, “Nn … not, oh, not in a while.” You don’t elaborate, and you sure as shit aren't going to admit it now, but the truth is you’ve been avoiding sex with Patrick the closer the big day got; telling yourself that it was to make the wedding night more special, when in reality you suspect it was something else entirely. You whimper and shake your head shyly, and Steve seems to understand that you don’t want to talk about it.

“Shh,” he soothes, kissing your thigh again as he keeps working his hand against you so gently. “That’s okay. We’ll take it slow. We’re not in any rush, ain’t that right?”

You can only whimper and nod, and he coos and smiles at you and how you’ve gone nonverbal already. “Yeah,” he purrs, smiling. “Don’t even worry about it, Babygirl. Daddy’s gonna treat this pussy right. Gonna make you feel so nice, get you real good and relaxed, teach you things you didn’t even know you could do.”

You cry out at how excruciatingly intimate those words are, at the way he kisses your hyper-sensitized clit and changes the angle of his hand, finger dragging up against your walls slower and more purposefully and firm. Your eyes clamp shut and you toss your head back with a pitiful keen. “St-eve, oh, please, please …”

“Mmhm.” He keeps going, still gentle but picking up on what you like, figuring out what makes you get louder and squirm harder. He fucks you on his hand and nurses at your clit in a constant, pulsing rhythm—steady, steady—reading your body’s cues and committing himself to the task, breaking away every once and awhile just to murmur little things against your cunt:

“That’s it, Sweetheart, just like that. Such a good girl. Keep going baby, yes. Let it come, let it happen for me.”

When you get close he stops talking, sealing his mouth to your pleasure and humming his praise straight into your skin instead. And it’s so good, building and building, and he’s doing it just right, holy fuck …

You fall to your back on the bed, Steve following right after you as it makes your pelvis tilt up, never breaking contact, never faltering as your hands scrabble and claw at his hair and your cries get louder and sharper. He holds you down as you start to thrash, desperate for the edge you can feel so close, so close …

Your legs wind up around his head and your heels dig wildly into his back, and still he doesn’t falter, grunting and slurping against you, giving you what you need so good that you sob.

“Oh please, please, Steve! I’m gonna cum, I’m–I’m gonna … ohhh …”

He groans right along with you as it happens, keeping that same exquisite pressure and pace in such an ungodly competent way that you just about scream from how grateful you are. He’s perfect. You sob as the pleasure crests and wanes so sharply, leaving you trembling and gasping breathless little “thank you’s” at him over and over again as he eases off and climbs up your body.

“Shh, sh sh. There we go. Aww, I know, Angel, I know. It’s okay. Did that just feel so good?”

He coos a rhetorical litany of gentle praise at you as he climbs up and rearranges your body fully on the bed, telling you how beautiful you are, how good, how much he wants you. His hands are everywhere, attentive and comforting, petting your legs and smoothing over your belly and chest as he gazes down at you adoringly. It’s romantic, intimate, and like nothing you ever had with Patrick.

You sigh happily and whisper Steve’s name instead, which only seems to please him more. He sidles up alongside you and slots one thick thigh between your legs. That’s when you realize that he’s still completely clothed and you make a tiny noise of protest. Though there is something deliciously dirty about him clothed and you bare, the fabric of his tux over the firm muscle of his thigh pressing up against your soaked core, you still want to feel him. “Steve,” you breathe, pulling at his shirt impatiently. “You too, please.”

He chuckles and nods, hushing your protests as he continues to luxuriate in smoothing his hands over your body. “Hang on, Sweetheart. I will, I will. Let me do this. I’ve always wanted to. Always. Don’t make me rush.”

“Steve,” you sigh.

“Shhh. Good girl. Just let me have this first.” He continues on, heedless of his own body and fully intent on yours, keeping you on that cloud of hazy, post-orgasmic pleasure.

It’s as he’s hovering over you like that, pressing you into the sheets and kissing tender affection all over your face—worshiping you, for lack of a better word—that you realize:

He’s treating you like a groom treats his bride.

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christiwhitson · 6 days

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“Was it how ye thought it would be?” he asked quietly, and Claire returned his lazy smile.

“It was better. Intense and… consuming.”

“Aye. But I didna ken if that was because of the magic or if everyone felt that way.”

“I don’t know.” She hummed thoughtfully. “The few times I heard my schoolmates discussing it, their accounts never sounded this… profound.”

“I was afraid it would hurt you,” he admitted, watching her expression carefully.

“If it did, it passed so quickly I scarcely noticed.”

Jamie relaxed and resumed his study of her body for a minute or two before another question crossed his mind.

“Is it normal to do it face to face like that? I grew up on a farm, so I always just assumed…”

“Um… People can do it that way too. And a number of other ways, from what I’ve heard,” she replied, clearly struggling not to laugh.

“Oh, aye?” He eyed her with interest and leaned in to taste the skin just beneath her ear. “Perhaps we’ll try a few… And maybe invent some new ones.”

#outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #jamie and claire #droughtlander #claire actually is a witch #wedding night #the back way

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shuugumi · 8 months

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maybe i do want this...

satoru and y/N's wedding night ; pt. 1 here

17+, smut, virgin!reader, oral (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex,

disclaimer: this was originally posted on @seiueina but since this is my main acc; i am in da process of moving all my gojo content onto this account, ty ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎

The night was magical and surprisingly, it had been everything you could have wished for even if the marriage had been arranged. As the cold brisk air of the night flows in between the fabrics of your multi layered wedding dress, your newly wedded husband and you walked hand in hand away from the Church you both officialize your marriage in.

“You’re so..beautiful.” Satoru whispers as he helps you get into the backseat of the Gojo Clans chauffeur, you couldn’t help but blush before shooting him a smile. “Thank you handsome..” You whisper softly, but he could still hear you as his response was kissing your forehead as he sits besides you. “To your home?” The driver says, “Yup.” Satoru says before snaking his arm around your puffy waist, his hand finding a spot in the crease of your thigh and hips.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask as you look at him, his poker face showing, until you placed a hand on his jaw and kissing it. “Thinkin’ about you.” He says before placing a kiss on your head and you could feel the growth of his smile.

“Wanna tell me what you’re thinking about?” You say in a flirtatious manner, rubbing your hand around his thigh, acting innocently. He lowers his head so his lips became inlined with your ear, “How about I show you..when we get home.” He whispers before placing a kiss on your earlobes.

“Oh yeah?” You say as you can feel his hand exploring more of your lower half, but it felt restrictive due to the multiple layers of your wedding dress. “Can’t wait to take this off..” He husks, playing with the lace layer of the dress and you laugh.

Not even seconds since you stepped foot into Satoru’s house had he planted his lips onto yours. The passion burning from his lips melting onto yours. You slid your hand up into his hair grabbing at his freshly shaven undercut, softly scratching at the skin as he slips his tongue past the gates of your lips, catching you off guard as he lifts you onto the kitchen island.

“There- there’s a zipper on the back, take off- easily.” You manage to speak as Satoru started to trail his lips down onto your neck, leaving little bite marks down up until the sweetheart line of your dress.

“Mmmm.” He mumbles on the softs of your skin, feeling up your arm before he pulls the zipper down inch by inch.

He managed to get the zipper down half way to where the top part of your dress loosely hanged, exposing the lacy bra you had worn, that was insisted to be worn by your best friend.

Satoru stared at your chest, sliding his kisses on the exposed parts of your breasts, kissing up to meet your lips again. “C’mere.” He says breathlessly as he slides his hands under your butt, holding you as he carried you to his your shared bedroom.

He sat down on the bed, making you straddle him as he zipped the rest of your dress down. You drunkenly kissed him, leaving slobbers around his lips. He propped you up, making you stand and causing the dress to pool around your ankles.

You stood in front of your husband half naked for the first time. First time even standing in a bra and panties in front of a man. It made you nervous, scared, but the feel of the cold air hitting your bare skin sent shivers down your arms and into the burning core that was covered by your panties.

Satoru looked up and frowned. “What’s the matter?” He asks after planting a kiss on your stomach, slowly rubbing at your hip bone. “I- I’ve never done this before..” Shyly you spoke, resting your hands on his hard shoulders. “You never had sex before?” He almost laughed in the moment but controlled himself, you blushed hard. The rush of nerves flowing through your body made you nod with need.

“I want you to enjoy tonight..but what if I’m not experienced enough to satisfy you?” Mumbles escaped your mouth as you start to trace your hands around his shoulders and down his arms, he sighed.

“You got it all wrong y’know…sex isn’t just where only one person gets satisfied…it’s my job to satisfy you as well…y/N. Having sex is a trial and error…we learn as we go..you don’t have to be perfect at it first time...” Satoru claims before grabbing your hand and intertwining it with his.

“Learning process?” You ask and he nods, “Sugar, if you’re not ready we don’t have to do it..” He says and it makes you feel sad at his words. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to do it. The wettness that dripped out of you was saying otherwise. You wanted to do it with him but you were hesitant.

“But I want to..” You spoke, straddling him before cupping his jaw and pulling him into another passionate kiss. Satoru wrapped his large hands around your waist, sliding his fingers down your thighs, slightly grazing over your covered clit.

He kisses you like, a man starved. Like he wasn't making fun of you or degrading you that no one would want to marry you just a week ago. As he slowly pushes you over so that you now sat on one of his legs, a leg of yours dangled and he snaked one of his hands on your inner thigh then slowly feeling up your puffy pussy. "Sa-ah!" You exclaim and he slowly sunk just the tip of his middle finger in your tight hole, he slowly started to fuck you with his fingers as he kissed down your neck.

Unconsciously you found yourself undoing your bra, letting your breasts fall free and a second later, Satoru attached his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking at it until he releases the nipple with a 'pop!' sound. "Hu-hurts 'Toru.." Slow cries as he slows down his pace, running his fingers through your clothed lips. "Let's try a different position then.." He says quickly, flipping you over onto your back, laying against the bed spread out as he makes his way down in between your legs.

He was above you. Pushing your legs open with his palms on your inner thighs as he kneeled down between, sliding low...very low. He grabbed your panties and pulled them aside, "What're you-"

Ah. Right there. That feeling. A feeling that was so foreign to you. As he parted you with his tongue. You felt like melted butter as he lapped up your juices. He was starving, like he hadn't ate in a week. He had some self-control left in him as he was going slow. He' slowly sank his tongue into your hole giving him a surprise moan and you could feel his grin against you.

"Toru━sto..p" You pleaded, but he didn't stop. Rather than stopping or keeping his pace he went faster. His face against your folds until he lifted his head, tongue grazing over your dripping pussy. His eyes were foggy, "Yes my love?" His words felt like it vibrated off your cunt and you covered your eyes with your arm, "Maybe, we should change positions?" You spoke, "You don't like this?" He frowned, massaging your inner thighs.

"I-I like it...but shouldn't we be doing other things? Like shouldn't I be doing this to you?" You ask and he responds by placing the flat of his tongue against your clit, pressing down just enough to make you clench and exhale in a instant. The tip of his tongue circling your clit caused your hand to be sent from covering your eyes to covering your mouth, biting the fleshy part of your palm.

"Satoru!" You screamed as he unannounced slid his finger into your once empty hole, his empty hand palming over his tailored dress pants covering his raging hard on. "Fuckk.." He muttered into your burning core.

Your spine now shaping into a perfect arch as the back of your head slid against the pillow as the uncomfortable feel of his digits became pleasurable and you melted even more into the feeling of this new found pleasure. "y/N, you can't come yet." He says as his lips brush against your folds as his tongue lapped away at your clit, never once forgetting about the pleasure your clit wanted.

Squeezing your eyes shut, there was this liquid of burning heat blossoming in your tummy that would soon take full control over you. Your fingers now finding a grip on Satoru's hair, grasping for an anchor.

"Ca-can't hol' an- longer!" Your voice shaky as he slips another one of his digits into your expanding cunt, "Don't. Give me three more minutes Baby." He commanded as his lips latched onto the one spot that was most desirable.

Yes. Right. There. You're eyes rolled to the back of your head as your legs start to tremble with the amount of pleasure that was desperate to be released. "Can't!!" You cry out and he only goes faster, "Focus, you can do it."

You could have done it. But with his breathless voice, it ruined everything. Hints of an order with his low and raspy voice cause the pleasure to break over you like a wave crashing onto the shore. You became someone else as slutty moans escaped your lips as you released all over his face.

Even with this graphic scene, he still continued to lap over you as you came down from your high, his tongue still as work until he pulled away for one last time, "Wanna- go down on you forever."

You fisted the pillow that laid next to you as he found his place back onto your sopping cunt, "Toru!" You cry again as you shove his face away from you, and once you sat up you saw where his other hand had been the entire time, palming his urging cock.

Heat flooded within you once more and it left you open mouthed as he groaned something that was not coherent to anyone of hearing, he got up from his position, unzipping his pants and letting his hard and aching cock free from the restriction of his tailored dress pants. He slowly fisted at it as you brought the confidence to try and hold it, that was until he swatted your hand away, "Next time you can try." He says before pushing you down back onto the bed and aggressively grabbing your thighs and pulling you close so that now your pussy and his cock was aligned.

He spanked your pussy, catching you off guard as he brought himself down into the nook of your neck, "Can I fuck you?" He whispers into your ear before kissing your neck and up to your lips. You groaned as you slowly brushed your lower half against his, the friction making you ache for more. "Please? Can I fuck you?" His breath against your ear until you spoke, a simple "Yes." caused him to immediately reach for his cock, closing his fist around it, squeezing the tip as a milky substance leaked from the tip.

Your mind saying a bunch of things as you took into the view of his big dick. You didn't think they could have been that big...it caught you unexpectedly even more as you could feel the fastening of his heartbeat as he aligned himself to you, nudging the head against your opening.

You were quiet in the beginning, still not loose enough for him to easily slide in, your eyebrows furrowed as he slowly slid more of himself into you. Your arm snaked around his neck, muffling your moans. But eventually, the pain subsided and you were now a moaning mess.

Your mind grew hazy as all you could think about was your husband taking your virginity, as you held him tighter as he piston into you slow but surely, Satoru knew you liked it. It took him a moment to speed up, making sure that you were okay in the process, and your reaction was something he wasn’t expecting.

Loud cries muffled in his neck as he thrusted more roughly. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping him deep. Your breath hitched as your walls tightened around him, the two exchanging loud moans.

“Fu-ck, you’re gonna make m’mm gonna cum.” Satoru babbled as he kissed you on the lips, he tapped your legs to get you to unwrap your legs but you were too entranced by this pleasure given from his dick. “Baby- gotta. Gotta let go.” He says, still keeping his pace as he tries to get up to pull out.

“C-cum in me. Please?” You cry out into his ear, the pleasure becoming unbearable as pockets of tear drops form at the corners of your eyes. His icy blue eyes bore into yours as he cupped your face before he roughly pounded into you.

“Ah~ Satoru, g’nna cum!!” You moan out in slurs as you feel your thighs tremble, he places soft kisses on your neck as his breath fastens. “Come for me princess, m’bout too cum too~” His voice cracked as he desperately chased yours and his release.

One more pump and it came all undone for the two of you. Satoru’s cock twitching in you as he released his warm cum inside you. Your walls tightened as you could feel the creamy liquid paint your walls white and it took a second before he caught his breath and you untangled your legs from around his waist as he slowly pulled himself out of you.

Admiring your flushed, fucked out face. He smiled as he viewed the view down below. The mixture of his and your cum spewing out from your puffy and sensitive pussy made him go insane. The slow flow of his cum slowly dripping out of your hole made him unconsciously fist his cock.

Satoru dropped himself next to you on the bed, turning on his side so he can face you. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear as you shame filled your face, you look at him. “There’s no need to be shy baby..” He says, placing a kiss on your arm.

“I-I can’t think!” Your voice shaking, throat dry as you haven’t swallowed your spit ever since he started fucking you. “It happens.” Satoru joked as he lifted you up to be laying against his chest.

“What- what does it feel like when you’re…coming?” You ask randomly, playing with his hair as you felt a drip fall from your cunt. “How does it feel like when I come inside you..huh?” He repeats the question and you nod. "Well..it's kinda like a sneeze..a really. Good sneeze.." He continued as you played with his ruffled hair, absorbing his voice through your eardrums. "-It just feels really good.." He chuckled as he twirled a strand of hair on his long fingers before kissing your forehead.

"Did-did you enjoy it?" Satoru asked and you hummed, resting your head against his chest, hearing every heartbeat a second. "I wanna do it again...how often can we do it?" You ask, drawing little drawings with your hands on his chest. "However much you want sugar...we can literally do it anywhere."

"Anywhere?" You whispered as naughty thoughts appeared in the once clean and innocent mind of yours, and your pussy clenched as you thought about things that you could do and experience with your husband, you couldn't help but smile and awaits what this marriage holds.

(this fic was my first time ever writing smut so if it sounds familiar to cough cough love hypothesis; that is why)

#ಇ. harueina #gojo satoru smut #smut #jjk smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo smut #sexy time #wedding night #yummy #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader smut

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JM | Tainted

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Summary: The next in line to be throne, Prince Jimin, must decide who it is that will follow him into kingship and be his queen. None of the girls his mother bestows him with interest him at all. He much rather see all their head cuts off--imagining such things as each princess or lords daughter steps into the throne room. It isn’t until you step in, shaking and clutching your skirt as you pray for him not to pick you, that the thoughts of death stop and new thoughts surface.

Pairing: Prince!Jimin x Princess!Reader

Genre: yandere, royalty!au, historical!au, angst

Rating: V

Warnings: bratty!jm, spoiled!jm, executions, blood, fascination with death, forced marriage, unhealthy obsession, forced kissing, jm touches reader inappropriately once, ripping of clothing, implied forced sex, implied dirty thoughts.

A/N: Just a reminder that this is all fiction! None of this has actually happened, and I don’t believe it will happen or is going on. I also do not condone this behavior. If you don’t like, then just don’t read. Don’t judge others for liking the fic /type of fic or judge those that write similar fics. Your hate does nothing, but give an author the excuse to use the block button. This fic concept has been in my head for awhile, and I was bouncing between putting it with jk, v, or Jm, and in the end I did it for Jm. I have a yandere jk fic coming out soon, so it just made sense for me to write it with Jm after process of elimination and because I don’t see v being all that bratty tbh lol! I hope you enjoy the fic! 💜

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“Mother! She’s ugly! Why would you even bring her to me if you can see her face looks like that? Do you want ugly grandchildren!”

Nobody moves, or makes a sound as Prince Jimin complains about a lords daughter who’s right in front of him. Every single girl meeting him today was told to smile, and not speak up unless they had a death wish.

“But darling, she’s a high lords daughter. You must at least give her a chance,” The Queen says to his right. Not even blinking an eye when her beyond spoiled son just insulted someone her kingdom finds important for trade. There all too scared to pull our of trades, anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.

Jimin looks over at the girl in front of him. She has brown hair that looks like it’s been barely washed (in his opinion), and her nose is way to big (again, in his opinion.)

“Next!” Prince Jimin yells with a wave of his hand. The girl walks away, not sighing out in relief until she’s a safe distance away from the prince’s and queens ear shot.

This is how it’s been for the past several days. Women of all titles and ages have been coming in from all points in the country to offer their hand to the crowned prince. He’s next in line to be king, and now that the current king has fallen ill it’s been assumed that the prince will be crowned soon. The king needs a queen, though. And the whole affair has been dreadful to the staff, and now even his mother

Not a single person has peaked Jimin’s fancy. He’s either sent them off the second they walked in the door, or called for their execution! Stating that the girl should be hung for treason, even though she’s done nothing wrong but show up.

In Jimin’s mind, though, some of the girls deserved it for “forgetting their manners.” There’s been three executions since starting this affair a week ago where there’s usually only one once every two weeks. All of them always been called upon from the prince, and because the king and queen spoil their son rotten they don’t care if a villager or low lords daughter dies. As long as they can see that smile on their sons face, their happy.

But with this affair, even the queens getting antsy. She knew from the very beginning that a title, no matter how big, would not just satisfy her son. He sees things, you see. Ever since he was little, he’s had a fascination with death. Starting with when they had to cover up his attempt at murder to a staffs son at age ten. Doctors don’t have the resources or knowledge to diagnosis his disorder yet, so all it takes is one girl he doesn’t see dying to be the one to marry the crowned prince.

Let just say, that’s harder said then done. Girl after girl was announced and each one left faster then the last. Jimin was starting to get antsy too, and when the prince gets antsy he finds his own way for entertainment.

A girl, about fourteen years old and an obvious no from Jimin, walks in. She’s blonde, and Jimin’s smile twitches upward as he imagines blood seeping down it. After the girl gives her introductions, apparently being the youngest princess for a country in bum fuck nowhere, Jimin comments, “I think you should change your hair color to red.”

The queen and head maid glance at each other, knowing where this is most likely going to lead, but as always they let their prince have his treacheries fun.

For the princess, who has no idea what he’s talking about, blinks up at him confused. “I-I’m sorry? Red?”

“Yes! Red! Have you ever thought about it?”

“I must say I haven’t, your majesty.”

Jimin smiles and it’s the cruelest thing the young princess has ever seen. “I could do it for you.”

“My son-“

“All I need is a blade and I’ll cut that skull right open. Then your hair would be nice and red,” Jimin then giggles and the young princess looks horrified.

The queen just sighs and then dismisses the girl. Once the room is cleared, she turns to her one and only son with a small smile. “My son, you do understand this is important, don’t you?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand while he rests his elbow on the throne. “Yes, yes, mother. I know. It’s not my fault they all look prettier dead then alive.”

The queen swallows, ignoring her sons comment. “That maybe true for you, but the kingdom needs an alive queen. Why don’t you at least give this next girl a chance?”

Jimin sighs heavily, and slouches against the throne. Truthfully, he just found this whole charade to be pointless. He’s not going to fall for any of them at “first sight” or any of that whimsical bullshit. But his mother looks haggard. Not that he cares about his mothers health, not at all, but she is the queen of his kingdom and the fact he’s the one giving her this haggard look is not a good thing.

“Fine! I’ll-… try, mother.” He speaks in a hiss, and frowns as he faces the door. The queen then smiles, feeling like she made some progress, and gestures for the guard to bring in the next girl.

Jimin barely paid attention as the announcer said the girls name and title. He found the wall to his left far more interesting. Some princess from another bum fuck nowhere country that probably only helps his country with bread or some shit they really don’t need walks in. It’s all useless. He’s never going to find-

“M-my name is Princess y/n, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, your grace.” At the sound of her small voice, Jimin turns to look at the girl that’s just entered the room.

She’s clutching at her dresses skirt, making it look anything but presentable and her eyes are landing anywhere but on his own. That’s not what runs the princes speechless, though. It’s that he doesn’t see anything. He doesn’t see your death playing out in front of him, or blood seeping out from your every hole. He’s just sees you.

Your eyes are tearing up already, but it makes Jimin want to coax out those tears and lick them. He wants to stain your pink lips red by biting them, and find out what your heart looks like. This… these things… he’s never felt before.

Maybe wanting to pull out someone’s insides, yes, but never because you’re so beautiful to his eyes that he wants to paint you a controlled red. To keep you alive forget and keep you close to him. It runs him speechless, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. Not even when the head maid corrects you in your speech and posture. “It’s your majesty, princess. And stand up straight! Who taught you how to present yourself in front of royalty?”

“Lucy, shut up,” The prince commands. Both the maid, Lucy, and the queen look at him baffled, but his eyes are still on you. You look up at the prince, surprised when he defends you. Even though he’s deflected the maids command you still stand up straighter, and let go of your skirt. Instead opting to just have two shaking hands clenched at your sides. “Where are you from again, princess?”

Jimin’s voice was so soft, but it still sounded darker then anyones you’ve ever heard before. You answer his question, swallowing thickly when you stutter again. You’ve heard about this prince and what he’s been doing to other girls like you seeking out his hand. You’re only here because it’s your duty as the eldest daughter of your small kingdom to try and marry a high titled man. That doesn’t stop you from praying to the gods for Prince Jimin not to pick you.

But sadly, the gods are not on your side today.

“Perfect! A princess and she lives in a country that’s actually on the maps. You’ll be perfect!”

Your eyes widen, and you stutter out, “E-excuse me?”

Jimin stands from his throne, walking up to you still sporting his demon-like smile. “Your going to be my new queen.”

If it wasn’t for the shock, you would have fainted right there.

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It’s a custom for the betrothed of the crowned prince to live within the castle a month before the wedding. Everything happened so fast after Jimin decided you would be the one he wanted to spend his entire life with.

He demanded the wedding be as soon as possible, and the best the king and queen of both countries could do is make it three months from the day he picked you. This really scorned the prince. He went out on a rampage and even started declaring the staffs executions and torture.

This is something that started peeking even the publics attention, and their staff went from a castle of two hundred to one hundred within a week. They had no choice but to push the wedding closer, if not to stop the prince’s unjustified tyranny, and so, it’s only been a week since you last saw him. You had one week so say goodbye to your siblings, and had to watch your mother try her best not to cry about her eldest baby being married off to the prince that has been know to be treacherous.

A life where you feel is going to be filled with nothing but fear.

The first day you’re at the kingdom, Jimin didn’t let you out of his sight. He followed you everywhere, and made you stay as close to his being without getting scolded by the chaperones. The chaperones were the worst because Jimin wasn’t allowed to threaten their deaths or tell them to fuck off. They had to be there to ensure purity within the relationship, and all of Jimin’s thoughts were anything but pure.

They just weren’t those thoughts exactly. He imagined biting your lip until it turned red, and scratching at that pale untouched skin of yours until it was marked by him forever. He wanted to taint your very being, and figure out why he never wished for your death.

You stuttered a lot, which was annoying, but anytime you clutched at your dress out of fear when Jimin got to close to you stirred on the other feelings. The other feelings you were grateful the chaperones were there for.

He wanted to fuck you bloody, and fuck your mind up with it to become the perfect wife for him. Whispering the curliest of his imaginations into your ears, and they got worse each day.

A week before your wedding, the prince couldn’t take it anymore. It was past midnight and the chaperones were not around. You were alone in our own separate room, and the prince had the devilish idea to come visit you while you were sleeping.

He woke you up by biting onto your neck, and you screamed bloody murder but it sounded like nothing, but a muffled scream against his hand that was covering your mouth. It got to the point you were crying, and Jimin licked up each of your tears.

“I can’t wait to be able to lay with you, my queen,” He whispered into your ear that night. “You’re just so pretty and I can’t help myself.”

Jimin looks down at your body that is in nothing but a thin nightgown. You clutch at the skirt of it, and it’s on that day you find out that action does nothing but stir him on. He didn’t go all the way with you that night, but the sadistic prince had his way with you nonetheless.

Tickling at your thighs, and no push of your hands could stop him from playing with your sex. It’s wasn’t until you begged, “P-please my love… N-n-not yet. We must be good.”

Your not sure how you came up with the idea, but the second you called him “my love” for the first time he was all ears to your begging. With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, he left you. Not before driving the first kiss of many to your parted lips.

You were too scared to fall asleep that night. Out of fear that he would come back and deny your begging. It wasn’t until a week later, that the begging wouldn’t even matter anymore.

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After that fiasco, the one that left a significantly big bite mark on your neck, the prince was not allowed to see you until the wedding day. He hated being away from you. Almost scratching out someone’s eyes when they said they were with the soon to be queen before. Jimin kept his distance like a good boy, though. Because after today, no one would tell him he can’t be near you ever again.

The wedding went by smoothly, and no deaths—thank god—happened even while you were being greeted and congratulated by guests. Jimin hated others looking or talking to you. You’re his now, so no one should be allowed to see your beauty except him. He let it go once again, though. Because for once he didn’t want to scare you for what was about to come that night.

Once the wedding came to an end, Jimin practically dragged you to your new shared room. Ordering the staff to bring all your stuff in there the night before. You weren’t ever going to have separate rooms again, and Jimin was going to make sure you knew why.

“Oh my queen, my love, you’re finally here,” Jimin says while giving you a bone crushing embrace. You try to breathe through your nerves, even after he rips the back of your dress in two. Making you gasps from him exposing your smooth back to him in such a way.

He continues to hold you close and stares at the new exposed skin in the mirror behind you. Lightly gliding his fingers up and down your spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin says. It should be a compliment you take as is, but you’ve been around the prince enough by now to know what he’s going to say next. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when you bleed.”

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The next day, you didn’t leave the bedroom. Not only were you not able to physically move without help, but because Jimin had the whole day off from any meetings and wanted to keep you within arms length. Which he did. Crushing your naked form into his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“You felt so good last night, darling. Did you like it? Did you feel as good as me last night?”

You swallow even though your throats dry from dehydration, and burry your face into the prince’s chest. Not wanting him to see the way your eyes build up with tears.

Last night was a painful affair to say the least, but worst of all from all his markings he left on you he left the worst he could give at the end. The marking he left on your very soul when he taught your body how to like it were far worse then any on your skin.

You shouldn’t have liked it. You should have hated every touch he gave you, but you didn’t. He’s tainted you and now your weeping into his chest as you painfully give him a truthful answer, “Yes… I liked all of it.”

Jimin pets your hair, smiling down at you.

He knows your not weeping onto his chest right now because you hate him. You’re crying because you loved it. If how your bodies reaction from last night said anything at all, he’s slowly tainting the very fibers of your being.

Tainting his new queen until you’re so ruined you start to love him. And he has forever to do so now.

“My queen… we’re going to have so much fun together. I love sososo much.”

You pick your head up from his chest, staring into his smiley eyes as you look him with red eyes. You swallow around the lump in your throat, and feel suddenly a whole lot lighter from his confession.

“Do you really?”

Jimin smirks, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe away a stray tear that’s leaked out of your eyes. “I do. I’ll love you forever, my queen.”

How could a person like him not love a person like you. You pushed the blood filled thoughts away, and instead gave him new thoughts to crave. Ones where he stretched out your pain mixed with pleasure, and wanting to spoil you with it instead of killing you with it.

So yes, the prince loves you. And the prince will love your forever…

As long as he doesn’t imagine killing you first…

The End

#Jimin x reader #prince!Jimin x princess!readwr #prince Jimin #yandere #yandere jimin #royalty!au #historical!au #Jimin #Jm #Jm bts #Jimin bts #bts #tainted #bts yandere #evil Jimin #evil prince Jimin #wedding night

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Murtagh Fraser, Jenny Fraser, Ian Murray, Quentin Beauchamp, Brian Fraser, Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall Additional Tags: Some Violence, Falling In Love, Making Love Summary:

We begin in 1743 Scotland. Gypsies have kidnapped Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and her uncle Lambert Beauchamp. She is forced to wear trews and perform bawdy songs in villages to gain her uncle’s freedom. Jamie has just returned from France. He and Murtagh are on their way to Lallybroch after receiving a pardon. They stopped in a village to eat at a pub when Jamie heard a unique voice ringing true and clear. He walks to the area where everyone is clapping and yelling for the Sassenach.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #claire fraser #wedding #wedding night #fanfiction

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adorablesweethearts · 6 months

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#sexy white lingerie #white nylons #wedding undies #wedding night

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mimilind · 1 year

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Sent to Middle-earth - Bonus - Explicit

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Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Word Count: 940

Parts: [ < Previous Part ] [ Masterlist ]

Full story: [ AO3 ]

This is a bonus scene from a longer fic. It can also be read as a standalone one-shot.

Context: You have fallen into Middle-earth and been rescued from spiders by Legolas. Attraction happens, and one thing leads to the other, and now it’s time for the wedding night. :)

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4. The Wedding Night

Your fingers resumed their work on Legolas’ buttons, and he occupied himself with the same activity on yours – or his, rather, for you still wore the tunic you had borrowed.

Soon it would be yours – just as he would be yours! It felt surreal.

You pulled his tunic over his head, and his undershirt too for good measure, reveling in the sight of his toned torso. He had a warrior’s body, strong and lithe, and you had never seen anything more appealing. An expectant heat blossomed deep within you.

He helped you undress as well, and sighed with pleasure at beholding you topless. “I have wanted to do this since that first day, when I treated your spider sting,” he admitted huskily, tracing your stomach with his fingertips. He let his lips follow, nipping and licking, lighting tiny fires on your skin wherever his touch took him.

You decided it was your turn to taste him, and playfully pushed him back on the bed, straddling him. “You are so beautiful,” you murmured, bending down to kiss the muscles above his navel. His skin was firm and warm under your lips, and his scent pure and fresh like the woods themselves. Typical of elves, he had not a single strain of hair anywhere, just as he had no beard, and you found the exceptional smoothness strangely exotic and attractive.

Working your way upwards, you kissed his chest, and circled his nipple with your tongue while your fingers mimicked the action on his other side. He groaned, and pressed his abdomen against yours. You felt his hardness and knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

Stretching out on top of him, you found your way back to his mouth, and your tongues intertwined. He stroked your buttocks over your hose, moving down to the inside of your thighs, and now it was your turn to groan.

Rolling you over, he fumbled with the knot on your hose strings. Chuckling, he admitted: “This too, is something I have dreamed of doing for quite a while.”

“Not as long as I.” You undid his hose as well.

When both were naked, you lay side by side on his bed.

“I cannot get enough of you.” Legolas’ hands roamed all over you, while he devoured you with his eyes.

You were aching for him and did not want to wait any longer. “Then take me,” you said.

“No hurry.” He smiled impishly and began to kiss one of your nipples. You hummed with pleasure.

Moving you onto your back, he continued his exploration, finding all your sweet spots and caressing them with his fingers and tongue. Your entire body was tingling with desire.

You eagerly stroked his chest and shoulders, and then along his neck up to his ear. He gasped when you pinched its sensitive tip, and you felt him press down on you. With no clothes between you, his hardness touched your core, and you arched your back to allow him access.

“Please,” you moaned.

He stoically resisted your plea. Instead, he stroked your stomach, and down along your thighs, avoiding the area where you wanted him the most.

“Dammit, Legolas. You’re cruel,” you groaned.

Chuckling, he at last took pity on you and his fingers found their way to your center. His purposeful caress lit a throbbing heat within, which rose to higher levels than you thought possible. Had he a sixth sense to know exactly what you wanted and needed? Or was his talent in this another elvish trait? You knew he could not have done it before, so practice was not the reason.

Soon you were more than ready to come, but held it back, wanting to feel him inside you.

“Now,” you mumbled, guiding him to the right position.

He bent down to kiss you. Still with his lips against yours, he torturously slowly pushed all the way inside in one smooth motion.

Your muscles squeezed around him and you sighed out in relief. Finally! He felt so good, this felt so right.

“I love you.” His eyes were large and dark, and his lips slightly parted. He had never looked more beautiful.

“I love you too.”

With even strokes he slid in and out, and you could not hold back anymore. You came so hard you had to muffle your scream against his shoulder.

Your internal muscles clamping down on him made Legolas shudder and his pace became uncontrolled. You were entranced by this side of him; the wild and passionate, who allowed his instincts to take over.

His body trembled heavily and with a last shudder he became still over you, his eyes glazing over and filling with wonder.

Still lingering inside you, his gaze met yours. “So this is why people want to marry…”

You drew his face down to a long kiss, your throat too thick with emotion to speak.

“Want to do it again?” he murmured against your lips, sounding hopeful.

“Definitely!”

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When you lay in his arms some time later, hearing his heartbeat slow down to normal, and feeling his familiar scent in your nostrils, you felt certain everything would work out for the better. Maybe you must stay in Imladris, but he would come back for you, and then you could be together forever. You were immortal now, and he was your husband, and you would never let him go.

You felt blessed, and loved, and immensely grateful.

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