If I could make a humble request of Alcina with G!P reader?👀 I mean, we all know she's most likely still gonna be on top. But, she's gonna ride like a seasoned cowgirl. AND, imagine the few times she'd be on her back, or even better, all fours👁👁 this is my humble request to you oh maker of great masterpieces🙏🏾🙏🏾
Please ignore the fact that you sent this in DECEMBER and it's now JUNE
😭😭sorry about the wait, but thank you for requesting this promt! Ask and you shall receive...6 months later
Enjoy though my dear friend🫶🏻
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The one with the sleepless night
╰┈➤Smutt, fluff, established marriage - modern Alcina Dimitrescu | feminine G!P reader
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A perfectly manicured nail scratched up and down your jaw, a low voice ringing through your subconscious, “Darling, won’t you wake up?”
Your head pounded as you became aware – the bedroom that was faintly lit by a sole lamp on the dresser, the wind rustling the oak tree just outside your window. Your eyes blinked open, though doing little to reduce the fog in your vision. A pressure on your body suddenly registered, your brain slowly processing that Alcina was straddling one of your legs, her upper body lying on your chest.
“Time is it?” You groaned through the scratch in your throat, your tongue darting out to wet your chapped lips.
“Just past midnight.” Her finger drew circles on your pulse. “I’m sorry to wake you; I just-” Her head ducked to the crevice of your neck, breathing in the scent of your fading lotion and the natural aroma of you. “I can’t sleep.”
You lazily smiled, eyes already closing once more as you relaxed beneath her.
“Can’t sleep?” You hummed teasingly, knowingly, “And what exactly are you implying we do about that?”
She shakily exhaled, using her forearms to push herself upwards to a sitting position,
“You just lie there and look cute.” She moved to sit beside you on her knees, removing her underwear in the process, and her hand tapped your hipbone; a silent command to lift your hips so that she could remove the thin sleep-pants and boxer combo you were wearing. “Let me do everything else.”
The lust underlying her tone of voice, mixing with how her usually composed behavior was breaking with lip bites and glossed-over eyes –
Your abdomen contracted, muscles flexing as you naturally reached for her.
“Everything else?” Your question died in a gasp as her hand cupped your now free dick, her attention turning to teasing you, increasing your blood flow. Your stomach sank inward as you sharply inhaled, feeling yourself harden in her hold.
Alcina shushed you with a tightened grip – puffy lips leaning down and kissing from your tip to the base. You bit the inside of your cheek, hard enough for a line of pain to travel through your skin. Her tongue – wet and warm and utterly filthy – traced each vein like she memorized their patterns. In all fairness, you wouldn’t be surprised if she did. The thought had you bucking your hips against her mouth.
“That’s desperate.” Her nails scratched along your balls with just enough pressure to border on pain. Her cheeks hallowed as she made out with your tip, swallowing each drop of pre-cum her actions were pulling from you. Her teeth faintly scraped your length as she took you deeper – halfway until she gagged around you – then back up at a torturously slow pace.
“God, really?” You rasped when she fully abandoned your aching, swelling dick, your fingers twitching against the sheet as you fought the involuntary urge to grab her by her hair and push her back down.
She hummed, scooping the pre-cum that had spilled down her chin with her thumb; holding eye-contact as she sensually licked it clean. “Yes, really. I’m not getting you off with my mouth.”
She moved to straddle your hips, one strong thigh on each side of you; her right hand massaging your stomach as it made its way to hold your cock in place, “I’m focused on my own pleasure, dear girl – you’re just here to help me with that.”
She lined herself up; you simply watched in a haze, already too dumbed down to speak. You loved when she treated you like a mere toy, as if your existence only mattered when it came to pleasing her.
In a way, you wouldn’t mind that being true.
Alcina rolled her hips, dragging your tip through her folds, but never pushing in. She was soaked; her slick coating her own thighs, occasionally dripping onto you. She held still with the head against her clit, your growing sensitivity allowing you to feel its quiet pulse. You whimpered. She was torturing both of you.
Your hips twitched – not aggressively, but clear enough that you wanted to push inside. “None of that.” Alcina pushed a hand further down onto your stomach, the pressure making it harder to breathe, but simultaneously holding you down. “You’ll wait.”
You impatiently whined, but she paid no attention to your petulant begs. You weren’t in control; she felt no need to verbally remind you of that. Her physical mannerisms would be more than enough of a cruel reminder.
Another roll – slower this time, ensuring you felt exactly how close you were to her warmth, but never giving you enough friction. The stimulation on her clit had her lips parted with soft moans slipping out; taunting how she was purposely neglecting you, honey eyes watching your face contort in a pout, your breathing quickening, your brows furrowing as you focused on what little she was giving you.
“Cute.” She murmured, sinking with a squelch; pink flesh parting as her body easily swallowed half-length before moving back up – repeating the agonizing motion at various speeds so meticulously planned out that you could never guess the rhythm. Your eyes rolled back at the heat she provided you. Her walls molded around you; deliciously squeezing each inch. Smoldering tingles prickled the skin on your forehead, rapidly spreading down to your chest, arms, stomach and groin and legs-
“Fuck, please.” You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath until it physically hurt to inhale, her heavy hand on your stomach offering no help as you choked.
“Please, baby, just a little more.”
Smirking, Alcina removed herself completely.
“No, no, what…” The air now cold and biting at your length as it twitched against nothing. Your hands flew from the sheets, clawing at her back in a clear demonstration of your frustration. “...what are you doing?”
She leaned forward, “I’m having fun.” Her mouth took in the skin of your neck as her teeth bit and scraped, her tongue soothing over each small mark she created. Two fingers slid into your mouth, silencing your whines and leaving you no choice but to taste the lingering mix of both her wetness and yours.
She licked a line from your neck to your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth. Alcina began to glide her fingers across your tongue with slow thrusts, matching the movements with her hips as she rocked herself across your stomach; her essence painting a glistening picture across your abs. Her forehead pressed against yours, her pants growing frantic as she relished in the pleasure; meanwhile, all you could do was helplessly thrust yourself up into empty air.
Your hands grabbed at her sides, her waist, her ass – your nails digging into her hard enough to leave marks that were sure to sting when the adrenaline wore off. No matter where you touched, it was as if you couldn’t possibly feel her enough. Your senses were far too overwhelmed; you needed more of her and less all at the same time. It was a dizzying torment.
“Now,” she straightened back up after what felt like hours, halting her movements and using a hand to slowly stroke your cock, “Ask me again, but without all of that whining.”
Blood surged to your face in both impatience and shyness towards her demands, your mouth falling open as her hand made your head feel fuzzy, and your ears ring. It felt as if a cottonball was lodged in your throat, yet you forced a swallow anyway; suddenly hyper-aware of your own voice and how embarrassingly ruined you already sounded.
“Please, just - God, just do something!”
A warning slap to your cheek, not enough to brutally hurt, but enough to redirect your wording. You whined at the loss of contact to your already hyper-sensitive dick. She stared down at you expectantly, her eyes shimmering with delight.
“I want to feel you.” You stuttered, “You felt so good, please, do whatever you want just let me feel you.”
Merely whispered requests, but she’d allow it. She devilishly grinned as she lined you up with her swollen pussy – walls stretching once more as she sank down in one go; her own desperation clouding her ability to tease.
You both gasped in unison, sinful sounds filtering the room as she moved above you. Graceful at first, but it quickly turned unceremonious. Her breasts bounced against yours, erect nipples occasionally brushing as her movements drove both of you further down into the mattress, the headboard shifting against the wall with small squeaks. You knew she was already on edge from her prior grinds on your stomach. Your hands slid down to her hips, holding tightly as you guided her to more steady movements despite the rough pace she had already set. You could already feel a tightening in your groin, her speed too fast, her moans too loud, her pussy too hot and insufferably perfect. You closed your eyes, desperately willing yourself to think of anything else besides the woman on top of you in her silk black nightgown and her raw neediness that she was struggling to hide from you.
Alcina leaned down to capture you in a wet, open-mouth kiss; your tongues rolling against the other’s as shared saliva mixed into your mouths. She bit your bottom lip, dragging it outward. You opened your darkened eyes to meet hers – a connection of love blooming through both of your chests, making your heart pound against your constrictive ribcage with pure affection.
“Does it feel good?” Her hands cupped your cheeks, holding you still. You nodded, too intoxicated to form an answer out loud.
Your hair was a scattered mess on the pillow – face blemished, neck baring a dark purple spot that you’d have to cover with makeup for the next week. Alcina’s curls framed her face, falling just below her jaw except for one stubborn strand that swayed in front of her forehead. You lazily smiled, hand sliding up her side to twirl it around your finger before initiating another kiss.
You could feel her tighten around you; a flicker of white flashed through your brain as she broke the kiss with a broken, high-pitched choke.
“Deeper.” She muttered, subconsciously slowing down to avoid her impending orgasm. You hardly processed her words, but you caught on to what she wanted. Your hand came up to rest behind her head, the other slithering around her waist as you mustered enough strength to roll the both of you over. Alcina relaxed into the mattress, her thighs quivering, her body clearly already spent, her legs loosely hung around your hips. You slipped out, readjusting your body to kneel in between her properly.
“Deeper?” You echoed, ensuring you heard her right while your palms searched across smooth, milky skin for her knees. When she nodded in confirmation, you pushed her legs toward her chest; the new position allowing you to fulfill her ask. You guided yourself back in, holding in a groan and focusing your attention on Alcina – her eyes debating between staying closed and remaining open to watch you with such a hungry glint, her back arching despite not receiving much consistent stimulation yet, the sweat that was forming along her hairline and down the sides of her face.
Your hands caged her head in as you bottomed out, giving her a few seconds to adjust before pulling back until only the tip was left. You entered her again, pushing impossibly deeper; your tip massaging the cushion of her g-spot, shafting her in long, building strokes until you set an intense pace.
Each penetration shot an icy-hot spark through Alcina; the building pressure was far too strong for her to make any noise. Her mouth hung open in silent cries; her ankles crossed over your back, heels of her feet urging you further into her – you couldn’t help but victoriously smile at how the roles had reversed.
“I’m so...” She trailed off, lightening blasting through her thoughts as her senses zeroed in on you, your body worshipping hers like it’s all you were made to do. You knew what she wanted to say, what she was hinting at, but you wanted to hear it. You wanted to hear her fight off breaking just to tell you how good you were making her feel.
“You’re what?” You pumped faster, challenging her wickedly. You balanced on your forearm, using a hand to tilt her face towards you, insisting she look at you, “Tell me.”
Her eyes were unfocused as they opened, wide from your audacity yet soft from her weak immunity to it. “I’m so close.” Her voice quietly broke the atmosphere like the utmost unholy prayer you’d ever heard. She was unguarded, helpless, fully trusting you to deliver what she craved the most; what she had been yearning for enough to keep her from sleeping all night.
You cooed in her ear, praising her with gentle affirmations until her arms wrapped around your neck, holding you as her world exploded in a burst of blinding sensations; her brain overwriting as you relentlessly drove into her without paying any mind to her aching sensitivity. There was so much pressure on her stomach she felt nauseous – her body reacting on its own by tuning out your sweet words, contracting her muscles painfully tight, and straining itself so much that she began to feel lightheaded. You were whimpering despite your better efforts; the way she had become so snug around you was driving you insane. You felt gush after gush flow over your length – each one no doubt spilling onto the bed. The room smelled of filthy arousal and sweat and sex, the four walls absorbing each slap your skin made against hers.
Your movements became stiff, like it was physically impossible to move. Your hand reached for the headboard, fingers clamping around it to pull yourself deeper, deeper – face hidden in her neck as your flesh shook. You bit down into her skin, heart racing. All you could think of was her; her pretty face, her curves, her fingers, mouth, those damned brown eyes, how beautiful she always looks when she’s leaking you in the nastiest form. The images flashing through your brain were powerful, filling you with an overwhelming sense of possession and pride as you shattered, preaching her name over and over again until the letters began to slur and your voice became weak and raspy.
The moment had slowed, resulting in both of you lying there panting like you were famished in the desert. You twitched inside her; she repeatedly compressed around you as your bodies recovered the energy they had so quickly spent in such little time. The heat between you was no longer charged with tension, but rather, now it was boiling in temperature.
“You’re suffocating me.” She finally spoke after a few quiet minutes, having regained enough stamina to use her vocal cords again, “Jesus Christ, when did it get so hot in here?”
She gently pushed you off, though you still landed on your back with a wince from being pulled out of her so fast and unannounced. She was still muttering about the heat, though you truly weren’t paying that much attention. You were already well on your way to falling back asleep.
“Absolutely not.” She grabbed your wrists, yanking you upward as she stood from the bed, “You’re helping me shower now.”
You prolonged a groan, properly enunciating your unwillingness to get up, but it was a battle you’d already lost. With half-open eyes, you followed her into the bathroom, only bumping into the wall a handful of times. “When did you get so bossy?”
You heard her laugh – rich and deep – before feeling her lips embrace yours in a kiss, though this time it was softer, more relaxed, a reminder that the sex is good, but the aftercare is always better. “I’m not sleeping in this mess, and neither are you. It’s undignified.”
“Like everything else we just did isn’t considered undignified?”
“Of course not! That’s primal need.”
She turned on the water to the shower; you couldn’t help but laugh. That was just an excuse to get her way, but you didn’t care that much. The idea of washing yourself off felt nice, anyway. You were sure it was well past midnight now, and most certainly you’d both be drowsy all day tomorrow, but you could get used to being woken up for something like this.
