Take a break (A TRR fanfic) (NSFW)
Rating: NC-17 (kiddos stay away)
Genre: Over 2.3k of pure smut lol
Summary: Liam has never received a lap dance. Abi plans on changing that.
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Author's note: to the anon who messaged me ages ago when this fic is coming out, and I never bothered to answer: I am sorry.
None the less, enjoy the pure filth below ^_^
“Liam, please tell me it’s not true.”
Liam chuckled, his head still buried, surrounded by mountains of paperwork, which he needed to go through as quickly as he could. He had hardly slept in the past week, and was worried that the stress and lack of sleep would start effecting his work.
“What do you need me to lie to you about, my love”, he asked, his eyes still glued to to documents in front of him. Dark orbs, tired yet determined, glistened even under the dim light. He could hear her heels clicking as she entered his office, her strut not as urgent as her voice.
“I am Maxwell’s Best Woman, Liam. I can’t organise the perfect Beaumont Bachelor Bash without strippers! Drake told me that strippers are illegal in Cordonia.”, she interrupted her normal speech to quote him,
“ ‘King Liam hates fun. You should know that, you married the man’. Is it true?”
Liam still immersed, couldn’t help but smile at his wife’s adorable attempt at mimicking Drake’s husky voice.
“Strippers aren’t illegal. Strip clubs are. No strip clubs, no strippers.”, The answer came out of his mouth automatically, like a machine, his brain well versed with each and every law of the country, and each and every loophole it has. He felt his wife’s presence, now settled behind him, but he hadn’t lays eyes on her yet, afraid that he would get distracted. He had had a lot of papers he still had to go through, his neck still craning over them as he spoke, his eyes still downcast. Little did he know that he had a lot of reasons to be distracted, oblivious to what his wife was wearing under her trench coat. Despite having his full attention on the papers, like a reflex his tongue continued,
“It is just a way of trying to prevent sex trafficking. The law doesn’t punish women who might do it out of need, but rather punishes people who decide to take advantage of it, pimps and customers who are possibly unknowingly contributing to sex traffick- Wait”
His attention finally on what Abi actually said.
“Strippers? Why do you need strippers? Is this an American thing I don’t know about? I never had strippers on my bachelor party.”
He paused as the lazy drum beat with the relaxed strums of electric guitar hit his ears, as Abi tuned on the music on the bluetooth speaker behind him.
“Bachelor Parties.” Liam corrected himself.
The shallow thud of the trench coat falling disguised itself in the bass of the music. The room was warm, a stark contrast to the view in the window, pure white, a night in december. The fire was the only source of light in the room, other than the one on Liam’s desk illuminating the mountain of work in front of him. Abi’s soft silhouette shadowed over him, the warmth of the fire paling in comparison to Abi herself at this point.
“Got the point, Your Majesty”, Liam’s back still towards her, just his head peeking over the grand back of the chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed his cheek.
“The bigger question is, does this mean my King has never received a lap dance?”, she whispered in his ear,removing his ‘Clark Kent’ glasses, as she liked to refer to them. Confusion furrowed his brows, as he answered Abi’s question, only to stop midway when he turned his chair around to see his wife.
“No, I mean why does th-”
His mouth was slack open. He felt the blood rush away from his head, his knees shifting wider on instinct, without thinking. Bust covered by see-through black lace, leaving little to imagination. Earlier hidden by her long amber waves, recently cut into a short, sharp bob. It was a change that Liam didn’t mind at all. Mischief on her lips, a soft yet stunning nude, a contrast to her smokey, dark eyes; it was obvious she came with plans on her mind tonight. And the plans definitely did not involve helping Liam with his paperwork. Liam’s eyes travelled down to see her garter belt holding up her fishnets, fit snugly over her thick thighs. Abi giggled when she saw his adam’s apple bob up and down in response to the sight. The fire behind her shone in his eyes, dark with desire, yet with a hint of innocent confusion in them. His ears pink, even under the warm light; it was obvious he was caught off guard.
“Because if that’s the case, I might have a treat for my king tonight.”
Liam’s lips moved, as if with an intention to speak, but his voice didn’t leave his throat. Abi revealed a tie from behind her back, tying one of his wrists to the arm rest, and using the one on his neck to tie down the other.
“Abirose, what is this?” His voice was puzzled, but relaxed. He knew he could get out of the bounds whenever he truly wanted.
Abi soundlessly dropped to her knees, Liam now looking down towards her. She spread his knees further, removing distance, her face now closer to her husband’s, her hands caressing his thighs. She answered her question when their lips met, no trace of innocence in the kiss, her nails digging down, tracing his thighs in desire. A low, frustrated groan escaped Liam’ throat, his hands craving to throw themselves around her, his fingers begging to tug on her hair in possession. Her hands crept up his thigh, closer up his hips, but she didn’t need to go all the way. Both of the knew how she affected him. Her lips separated from his reluctantly, but she left a kittenish lick on his bottom lip, teasing him, daring him to follow hers, only to be stopped by the ties.
“You know the answer to that question very well, My Queen. I trust you more than I trust myself.”
She got back onto her feet , turning around to give him a view of her ass, her cheeks seemingly swallowing her thong. Biting back a moan, Liam’s posture relaxed, eyes hooded in want and desire.
“Then I suggest you enjoy the show, My King. And it is Rose tonight, Abirose is gone for the night”
Abi’s voice was sultry, desire evident. Even though Liam couldn’t help but smile at her dedication to staying in character, he wouldn’t deny the fact that he was incredibly turned on. His hand tried to move to grab her behind, but to no avail. Her ass, plump, and painfully irresistible under the warm light, moved over his arousal, as she moved her body to the slick, slow beat. Eve though it had a sense of familiarity, it wasn’t exactly a way he had seen is wife move, and he couldn’t help but feel himself stiffen in response. She traced the elastic of her thong with her thumbs, letting it smack back onto her ass, Liam’s groan in response to the action obvious.
“Do you want me to take this off?”
He knew that she knew he did. He wanted to see her peel it off her core; see the arousal pooling inside of her drip, stick to it, the ribbon glistening in the low light. He knew this was doing exactly the same thing to her as it was doing to him.
“Answer me, My King. do you want me to take it off? Do you want a hint of its taste, a hint of its scent. Do you want a hint of my taste, a hint of my scent?”
“Yes, please Abi-, Rose.”, He corrected himself, willing to play his part too.
His eyes stayed on her slit, glistening under the dim light, only to notice Abi playfully hanging the pair of thongs in front of his eyes. By instinct, he found his mouth reaching for it, only to see Abi throw it behind her. But she made sure to kiss Liam’s dismayed pout away.
His heart thumped in response, almost in sync with the lazy drumbeat, to the sight of Abi unzipping his trousers, his arousal begging to break free for what felt like hours.
“You aren’t being fair, Rose.”
Abi traced her finger up his cock, it flexing in response, looking for stimulation. Abi bit her lip,mischief written on her on them. Liam’s primal, less polite side started showing. A side that Abi couldn’t help but admit she liked a lot.
“Shouldn’t a good slut behave, treat her King well?”, frustration now making him spew filth, a satisfied smirk on Abi’s lips. Liam was a extremely polite man, Soundlessly, she turned around, rolling her hips over his cock, swollen with arousal, edging on anger. Her juices slathered over his cock, teasing him, daring him to slide in, but her hands holding him down.
“Is this special treatment for your King?”
“Yes, reserved only for special customers.”
Abi Knew what she was doing. She knew what ticked Liam off. What made him jealous, aggressive, wild. And that is exactly what she wanted. Before she knew it, Liam’s arms were around her, no longer tied, a hand wrapped around her neck, the other one gripped her mound, strong, possessive. The thing is, the King knew his wife very well. He knew exactly what she was doing too.
“Customers? That doesn’t sound right to me now, Rose.”
Liam got off the chair, Abi’s feet resting on his when he walked towards the wall, identical smirks on their faces. Abi was getting what she wanted all along, and Liam was glad to give it to her.
“From what I remember, you belong just to me”, her breath hitched, as her smile got wider, giddy with anticipation. “Isn’t that right, Rose?”
Her cheek pressed against the wall, she Liam’s lips brushing her ear, his fingers entangled in her hair. She couldn’t see it clearly, but his eyes were now burning with lust. All of his work forgotten, he only had one emotion dictating his ways at this point. Possession.
“You like this don’t you? You just want me to pin you against the wall, use you like a toy, fuck you senseless.”
He stroked his cock against her slit, her arousal now dripping off his cock. Their arousals dripping off his cock. Abi whimpered in response, desperation bubbling up her throat. Liam was going to fuck her senseless, but old habits die hard. In a series of swift motions, he flipped her, her back towards the wall, as he dropped to his knees, only to hook her legs on his shoulders and pick her up, back on his feet, Abi’s giddy squeal accompanying the action.
“But I need to do something before that” his smug smile disappeared into her core. His lips, plump with blood from the frustrated kisses, devoured hers, swollen with arousal. Her eyes rolled back as soon as she felt the suction on her clit, both of his arms were busy keeping Abi pinned against the wall. Her hands, pulling his head closer to her core, tugging his hair, a growl erupting from his throat, possession clear in his voice.
She was close, so close. She felt her first orgasm course through her. As she came down from her high, Liam gently brought her down to her feet. An inappropriately innocent smile on his lips, Liam kissed his wife gently, Abi tasting herself. A moan escaped her throat, as her eyes opened to look into Liam’s, the fire inside the back alive.
“How does Rose intend to treat her king again?”
She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Soundlessly , she walked past him, Liam’s eyes automatically trained on her behind. She casually slid all the documents off the table, her goal to rile Liam up even more. But somehow, the action didn’t anger him. She proceeded sit on the edge of the table, lying back, her legs crossed over her, in the air. She could hear a slight growl escape Liam’s throat in response to the sight. She proceeded to spread her legs in a near perfect split, an invitation that made Liam’s cock twitch involuntarily.
“Please use me, my king.”
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Liam’s eyes opened to the bright sunlight, instantly looking for his wife, only to realise he they had fallen asleep on the carpet the night before, or rather this morning, after several rounds. The marks on Abi’s neck reminded him of the night before, the memory still vivid, like it was seconds ago.
“Look at that cunt swallowing my cock like it is made for it”, his fingers found their place in his hair as her moans got louder and louder, his eyes dark.
“You love it don’t you? You love it when I use you, when I mark you. You love being your king’s dirty little slut, don’t you?”
Abi could only scream out, cumming, her cunt squeezing him unbelievably tight for the 6th time that night, answering wordlessly for her.
Liam gently picked up his wife, his cheeks now red as tomatoes, tucking her in the bed, her nose wrinkling cutely in response to the slight disturbance. He picked up his phone, expecting a landfill of messages and emails, but the last message was definitely not one he expected.
Leo: your bedroom and your office better be soundproofed by the next time I come back. Actually scratch that, make that all your rooms. But it is good to know I was a good influence on you ;)
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