MDNI

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.

Send me asks y'all, I'm having major writer's block.

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: cockwarming, slight smut, fluff.

Bruce making you sit on his cock while he's working on a case because you both miss each other but are too tired to fully fuck.

Feeling his cock inside you and him feeling your cunt clenching around him is enough to satisfy you both for the time being because it conveys that you two are content doing anything as long as y'all do it together. Also he gives you little smooches on your forehead every time you get a bit too restless.

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- I mainly write smut or try to.

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Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

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.