lily frankenstein x fem!reader
warnings: wax play, scissoring, fingering
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The bedroom filled up with each other’s desperate cries, whiney moans spilling from your lips as you pulled away from the kiss, the friction still remaining the same - each other’s sexes rubbing against one another, grinding against each other, the tension rising more between the two of you.
Lily grabbed your jaw with her hand, bringing your face back to hers - connecting her lips to yours once again, tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, her other hand cupped your breast, her digits toying with your nipple. You dragged one of your hands down her back, nails digging in her skin, leaving scratches on her back. The both of you still fighting for dominance between each other.
She pulled away from the kiss, reaching over to the night stand - reaching for the candle that had already been lit beforehand.
After grabbing the candle, her gazed fixed back upon yours, you were always opened to new things during sex with Lily but if you thought it was too extreme, you wouldn’t hesitate one bit to let her know that you were uncomfortable. Although she’s rough with you during sex, she still respected your boundaries and your values as a person. You placed your other hand along her jaw, your thumb caressing her bottom lip.
“Go ahead,” you said, letting her know that you were comfortable with her pouring hot candle wax on you.
Her eyes lit up, a smirk curled on her lips, before you could react - the blonde pushed your back down against the mattress, her knee pressed against your core, her lips began planting kisses along your jawline, moving them down to your neck. She pressed her knee harder against your core, a gasp escaping from your lips as you felt the hot candle wax being poured on your chest. It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, it gave you a burning sensation - made you feel completely more aroused and turned on.
You grabbed her by her face, dragging her face back up to meet yours again, pulling her in for a deep kiss - tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands moved down her body, admiring every inch of her, then you pushed her off now flipping her back against the mattress and you were on top of her. You grabbed the candle from her hand, a smirk of satisfaction appearing on your lips as you watch her squirm underneath you. You were now the one in complete control, not her.
You began pouring the wax onto her body, leaving trails of wax from her breasts to her stomach - as you moved down past her bellybutton, the trail continued until it’s reached its destination: her inner thighs.
She wasn’t terrified whatsoever, god, she just wanted you to fuck her right then and there, the way you took away her control over you - she found you even more attractive, but the one thing about Lily was that in the end; she will always find a way to win back her dominance.
The way her eyes remained on you, not taking her eyes off of you. You leaned over, bringing your mouth close to her ear.
“Guess who’s in control now,” you whispered.
She raised an eyebrow, then suddenly she pushed you off of her now pinning you back down against the bed.
“How could you be so sure about that, my love?” She says.
The candlelight flickered across Lily’s pale features, making her look almost otherworldly, half goddess, half storm. She pressed close, lips colliding with yours in a kiss that was anything but delicate. It was hungry, wet, and reckless - the kind of kiss that smudges the line between desire and destruction. Her hands tangled ruthlessly in your hair, pulling you deeper into her, as if she could consume you entirely.
Her breath was hot against your mouth as she broke away only long enough to laugh softly, a wicked glint in her eyes, before dragging you back in. Her kisses were messy, desperate, the taste of her lips intoxicating. She bit at your lower lip, then soothed it with her tongue, a clash of pain and tenderness that made your pulse race.
When you tried to catch your breath, she wouldn’t let you - pressing her mouth to your jaw, your throat, leaving trails of wet heat that felt more like a claim than an affection. Every movement, every sloppy kiss was fierce and unrestrained, as though Lily wanted you marked, wanted you undone, wanted you entirely hers.
One of her hands slid down, gripping you possessively, fingers pressing where you ached for her most. She teased with cruel patience, taking her sweet time until you bucked against her touch. She laughed softly - that dangerous, sultry laugh, before deepening the kiss again, biting at your lip hard enough to draw the faintest sting.
“Mine,” she whispered against your mouth, her thigh sliding between yours, grinding upward with deliberate pressure. Your hips betrayed you, rocking against her, searching for friction.
Lily smirked against their mouth, pulling back just far enough for her hot breath to ghost across your lips.
“So eager,” she murmured, before claiming your mouth again with another desperate, messy kiss. Her hand slid boldly down until she had access to what she wanted. Without hesitation, her fingers slipped between your thighs, parting them, finding the heat waiting for her.
She touched you without mercy - fingertips dragging through your wetness, circling, pressing, then dipping inside with sudden force. The cry that tore from your throat was swallowed by her kiss as she pumped her fingers deep, curling them just so. Her palm ground against your swollen clit with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through you until your legs trembled.
Lily kissed you sloppily the whole time: her tongue messy and demanding, her lips wet against yours, saliva trailing at the corners of each other’s mouths. She relished your gasps, your helpless moans, her pace only growing rougher as your body writhed beneath her.
When your climax built too quickly, Lily pulled back just enough to watch your face, her lips glistening, her grin dark and triumphant. She drove her fingers faster, harder, pressing them mercilessly against the wall as she pushed you to the edge. You cursed underneath your breath, slurring more profanity - your head feeling dizzy.
“Come for me,” she hissed, kissing you again - sloppy, devouring, relentless as your body gave way under her hand, shuddering violently while she kissed you through every pulse of release.
She pulled her fingers free slowly, deliberately, then lifted them to her lips, sucking them clean with a languid, obscene moan as she held their gaze. Her tongue curled around her knuckles as though savoring them, before she leaned in to kiss you again; forcing you to taste yourself on her mouth in another sloppy, wet tangle of tongues.
“You’re so beautiful when you break,” she whispered against their lips, voice low and almost cruel in its delight. Her hand slid back down, pressing between your thighs again, fingers circling their oversensitive flesh. You gasped, jerking, but she only laughed softly, pinning you harder to the bed with her body.
Her thigh pressed up again, grinding against you as her hand worked, relentless and greedy. She toyed with your clit, rubbing in messy circles, dragging more slickness out of you as you squirmed against her. The overstimulation burned, sharp and electric, yet pleasure coiled beneath it, unstoppable.
Lily’s kisses never lost their sloppiness: spit-slick and unrestrained, smearing across your chin and jaw as she licked and bit her way down your neck. She left red, wet marks along your throat, her hand never slowing. Your legs threatened to give out, but she held them there, commanding, merciless.
“You’ll give me another,” she breathed against your ear, her fingers plunging back inside with sudden force. She pumped harder, curling deep, her palm grinding against your clit until the wet sounds of your body filled the space between your ragged moans. Lily reveled in it, her grin wicked, her kisses hungry.
Your second orgasm hit harder, tearing through you with a violent shudder as you cried out into her mouth. She swallowed the sound with another messy kiss, riding out every wave of your release with her fingers still buried deep, coaxing every last pulse. Only when you went limp against her did she ease her touch, but not her hold. She dragged her mouth back up to yours, kissing you once more with spit-slick, ravenous heat, her smile wicked against your trembling lips.
“We’re not finished,” she whispered, fingers still resting possessively between your thighs.
“I’ll ruin you again before the night is through.” After hearing those words leave her mouth, you instantly knew that tonight was going to be a beautiful disaster.
