mdni,, content warning: smut, brief ab riding, fingering, massaging, not proof-read, border credits <3 : @pixopix
massuse!janet helps you achieve your happy ending <3
massuse!janet who smirks every time you walk into her shop. you show up wearing a baseball cap and glasses as if trying to arrive in disguise. she can spot you from a mile away, your shy demeanor giving you away every time when you walk towards her shop the same way a sinner walks into confession. you mumble a shy greeting trying to ignore the slickness costing your panties as she grabs your hand to guide you to the back
massuse!janet who dimmed the lights while you undress, letting the candles spaced out throughout the room be the main light source. being sure to compliment your body as your laid out against table, if nothing else to see the way you become undone for her before even being touched
massuse!janet turning on love deluxe for background noise as she starts to slide her oiled up hands up & down your body. searching for knots she can press into to her your pretty little moans.
massuse!janet who notices you start to squirm as she kneads the oil into your glazed body. feigning innocence when she asks you if everything was alright, making you say out loud what you want from her
she watches as you turn over, carelessly pushing the blanket off the table as you spread yourself out for her. full breasts on display with pebbled nipples. her gaze drops to your legs, smiling softly as you parted them for her. your inner thighs completely covered in slick
massuse!janet who eagerly tackles this new knot of yours. rubbing a finger through your center, admiring the shine from the slickness now coating it. looking you in the eyes as she sucks the slick off of it
massuse!janet dousing her hand in oil again before returning her attention to you. running her slick hand all over you until every nerve and fold is coated in the mix of your slick & the massage oil
massuse!janet who bits her lip as she takes in your opening pulsing practically begging for more. she rubbed her palm against you carelessly, smirking as you whine for more
massuse!janet who finally decides to stop teasing you. slipping two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly as she feels you contract around her fingers. she goes faster when you finally start to let out those pretty noises for her
massuse!janet who takes her fingers out right before you were about to cum. you don't get much time to complain before she's pulling off her scantily clad tank top before she's moving you into her lap as she lays down on the massage table. ordering you to use her and if you want to cum so bad
massuse!janet who grips your hips as you ride her, making sure you went slow enough to feel each individual ab press against your aching clit before you finally came
massuse!janet who cleans you the mess you made up, claiming she can't find your panties as she helps you get redressed. you notice them sticking out of her back pocket as she walks you to the door
you can't help but think to yourself what an expensive habit these massage appointments are going to turn into if you end up losing your panties every time you come here
fin
a/n: i saw someone talk about riding her abs & felt inspired. there's like nothing on here for her so i decided to post this quick blurb. idk how it escalated to massuse but y'know
★ — synopsis
in the hush of faron woods, link finds more than fresh water — he finds eyes watching him from beneath it. a river nymph, shy and reverent, begins leaving him offerings; lilies one day, stones the next. what begins as curiosity blooms into a fragile communion, a wordless worship between mortal and spirit. she learns his silence; he learns her warmth. when she finally rises from the river, trembling and radiant, their touch breaks the boundary between worlds — a quiet, desperate joining of water and flesh, stillness and sound.
★ — tags & warnings
MDNI / 18+ only • explicit sexual content • reader-insert • link x reader (river nymph!reader) • legend of zelda / breath of the wild au • ab riding • clingy!reader • light overstimulation • light dacryphilia • body worship • forest / river setting • post-battle exhaustion
the faron woods don't simply stand; they breathe. and link, leaning on the chipped slate of his shield beneath the bruised dusklight, felt less a man in them than a fragment of their untamed, half-feral solitude. the battle was long over, the shadow of malice a fading nightmare, yet he carried its silence in his bones. his quiet wasn't cold; it was the exhausted truce of a warrior who had simply run out of things to say. he moved with a grace born of constant danger, a hushed economy of motion that spoke volumes the hero himself would not.
the river drew him not with promise, but with necessity—a source of cool, clean drink, a place to wash the perpetual dust from his leather tunic. he knelt by the veridian stream, the water so clear it looked like liquid moonlight poured over polished obsidian. he was tired, utterly and completely, and watched his own reflection waver—a ghost of a hero, bearded and gaunt.
and then, he caught the movement.
it was there, barely a whisper against the reeds, in the space where his reflection should have been sharpest. you, a nymph, your skin a slick, translucent pearl, shimmering with the water's own inner phosphorescence. you were less flesh and more waterlight, your form coalescing just beneath the surface tension. your eyes, wide and startled as a fawn's, drank him in: the dust, the leather, the scars that mapped his exhaustion—the one that hooked across his ribs, the older, silvered line on his forearm.
you didn't move. he didn't breathe. for a moment, you were two points of absolute stillness in a churning world. your curiosity was a palpable thing, thick as the river's cold mist. you were watching the scar of his life, the evidence of his human, mortal fight, and it fascinated you, who had only known the smooth, ageless flow of the water.
in that heart-stopping breath, you were gone, dissolving into the lap of the current like a missed chord in an old song, leaving only a lingering chill on the air.
he didn't leave the river for three days. a soldier’s exhaustion warred with a primal, almost spiritual pull. he made camp beneath the thick canopy, sleeping lightly, but every moment he was awake, he felt you.
your presence was a subtle thing. a shift in the way the light fractured through the leaves, a sudden, soft pressure against his nape when he turned his back. when he woke the first morning, there were gifts—not the usual fruits or arrows, but lilies, their white petals still wet, left by the hilt of his sword. on the second, a cluster of emerald-green river stones, arranged with precise, silent care.
you were trailing him, an invisible current of awe and devotion. he could sense you when he ate his plain meal, the faint, crystalline laugh that echoed when he moved, and the persistent, hypnotic glint of waterlight in the corners of his vision. your world was water and echo; his was silence and scar. and your curiosity bordered on worship—a fascination with his quiet, solid, human stillness.
he began to leave offerings in return. at first, simple things: a smooth, fire-polished piece of wood, a single, perfect apple. he would place them at the river's edge, then retreat to a distance, watching the slow, expectant ripple of the water where you hid. he was learning your language, the communication of near-silence.
the trust began to bloom like the night-flowering water lilies, slow and agonizingly fragile. you were teaching him to slow his breathing; he was teaching you that the human world could be gentle.
on the fifth evening, the air was thick with the scent of wet moss and impending rain. link knelt at the edge of the deepest pool, his silence heavy and open, a deliberate invitation. he had just finished carefully polishing the hylian crest on his shield. he was clean, shaven, and waiting.
you broke the barrier this time, not with a vanishing ripple, but with a slow, agonizing emergence. you rose from the water, your skin translucent, like fine porcelain barely concealing a faint inner light. your hands—delicate, webbed slightly, beautiful—emerged first, resting tentatively on a submerged root. the water slicked off you in silver sheets.
link met your gaze, his own eyes the soft, mutable gray of the twilight sky. he said nothing. he simply reached into his satchel and offered a piece of roasted fowl—a human gesture of peace, of shared hearth and tangible nourishment.
your voice, when it came, was a trembling whisper, the sound of water running over polished stone, each word a precious, carefully extracted sound. "you are... not like the stories. you are still."
he nodded, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, his expression utterly gentle. he held the meat out until you tentatively reached for it, your cool fingers brushing his calloused palm—the first, agonizing contact. and the forest hushed around them, listening with ancient, mossy ears to the soft friction of human and nymph.
the contact—a whisper of cool, smooth skin against rough, calloused warmth—was a catalyst. you didn't take the roasted fowl. instead, you let the tremor run up your arm, pulling your hand back just enough to rise fully from the water, stepping onto the soft, wet bank. the mud felt foreign beneath your arching foot, but the press of his gaze was a more powerful current. the air around you felt fragile, ready to break. link remained kneeling, utterly still, and you moved to him, your movements hesitant yet driven by a fierce, ancient curiosity that obliterated all fear. the water slicked off your skin in silver rivulets, and you settled before him on your knees, your entire being focused on the contrast: his smoke-and-leather scent and your mint-and-river chill. you reached out again, slow and deliberate, your hands seeking the real of him, ignoring the offering of food for the silent offering of his flesh.
you pressed your cool, slick body against the roughness of his tunic, the shock of his heat stealing the small measure of breath you had managed to carry onto the land. your fingers found the hard curve of his jaw, tracing the faint stubble with a reverence that felt like a blessing. your touch was a worship of the tangible, of solid, scarred flesh.
his own restraint, a wall built of years of solitude and duty, snapped like a dam. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around the slick, cool silk of your waist, and lowered you both onto the thick, wet moss. the evening light, filtered through the canopy, turned the world into a chamber of emerald and silver.
what unfolded was not a seduction, but a communion forged in mutual awe.
you kissed him first, a hesitant, exploratory press of cold lips against the heat of his. he tasted of smoke, dust, and something earthy and solid. you tasted of mint and river current.
"i want to feel... what is real," you whispered, your voice cracking, your chest heaving with a sudden, devastating human emotion. "i want to know your stillness. can i know it? can i find where the silence lives?"
he said nothing, but his eyes, soft and consuming, answered you. you were desperate for the feel of him, for the skin beneath the worn leather. you reached up, your fingers clumsy with need, and lifted the hem of his tunic, pulling it up and bunching it beneath his chest, exposing the pale, taut length of his abdomen.
he shifted, his silence heavy, leaning back to rest on the moss. his strong, silent hands guided you, settling you down onto him. you were sitting directly on the firm, chiseled plain of his chest. he was a perfect, warm anchor beneath your cool, slick body.
"oh, there," you breathed, a tiny, worshipping sound, as you pressed the delicate, sensitive skin of your core against the powerful ridges of his muscle. "you're so warm. such an... anchor."
you began to move, slow and continuous, an action driven by frantic, teary search for a feeling you could keep, a physical proof of his warmth. he was utterly still beneath you, a mountain you were trying to climb and claim. your movements were clumsy and desperate, all emotion, and he was the anchor, his hips slightly raised to increase the delicious, rough friction against his tight skin. he didn't speak, but his hands, calloused and strong, moved to your hips, pulling you down and setting a deep, continuous rhythm.
"i don't... i don't know the proper current for this," you choked out, your face wet with river water and tears of pure, needy overwhelm. your entire being focused on the joining, your hands clutching the solid muscle of his shoulders as if to save yourself from drowning. the hard, warm press of his body against yours was a painful, exquisite anchor. you were clingy, teary, your need a palpable, aching thing. "i'm afraid i'll vanish before you know me. do you feel the real part of me here, hero? am i solid enough now?"
link, the silent warrior, was utterly undone.
he let his gaze meet yours, and the sheer, overwhelming awe in his eyes shattered you. the only sound in the deep, ancient quiet of the woods was his own: a ragged, panting, continuous sound—a guttural prayer torn from his chest. his expression was a landscape of soft pain and deep pleasure, of overwhelming overstimulation from the slow, continuous motion. the ridges beneath you grew harder, clenching with every breath he released. he looked up at you, a silent offering of his entire being.
you moved faster, desperate to chase the sounds you were dragging from his chest—the heavy breathy sounds of his surrender. "i need your sound," you whispered, your voice catching on a sob. "i need to drown in your sound." you leaned forward, your wet hair sweeping across his exposed chest, and your hands left his shoulders to trace the flat, firm plane of it, marveling at the strength beneath you.
you cried out, your own climax starting as a dizzying fall, and immediately, link’s own body gave way beneath you. a powerful, gasping moan broke from him, the sound muffling against your shoulder, his arms tightening around your back, clutching your slick body to his own. you collapsed onto the warmth of his body, the skin slick with your natural lubrication, the entire area hot with friction, a searing, beautiful confirmation of your fleeting, mortal union.
afterward, the quiet was deeper than before. the only sounds were the soft, hypnotic lapping of the river and the gentle skritch of his thumb tracing the curve of your hip. he held you, his other hand finding the back of your head, fingers tangling in your wet, soft hair—a gesture of profound aftercare, a silent promise of safety in a world you both knew was fleeting.
"i felt your silence break," you whispered into his neck, your voice small. "it was the most beautiful music."
he simply shifted, nudging your chin up until your eyes met, and he offered you the softest, most exhausted smile you had ever seen.
you eventually slipped back into the veridian stream, sinking down until only your shoulders and luminous, heartbreaking eyes were visible above the surface. he remained on the bank, his skin still slick with the essence of your union, his body humming with a deep, wordless fulfillment.
he watched you, and you watched him. he stood and turned toward the dark path, but his gaze lingered on the water, his eyes unreadable in the dark. the river held its breath behind him, its cool, ancient spirit mourning the beauty and the melancholy of something half divine and half doomed.
summary: paige looks too irresistible wearing a crop top
content warnings: smut! ab riding dirty talk all the good stuff you know how it goes
inspired by this request! 💋
“You good ma?” Paige asks as she hands you your drink, a vodka cranberry. It’s another Friday night in Ted’s with Paige and her friends, you met them here a few minutes ago after taking longer than expected to get ready.
“Uh huh.” You nod, sipping on your straw and chewing it slightly. You already had alcohol in your system after pre-drinking with your roommates and the way Paige looked tonight had you feeling some type of way.
“Are you sure? You’re acting weird.” Paige presses, a frown on her face and head cocked to the side. Her hair was pulled into a half up, half down style with two pieces left out framing her face. She had on black cargo pants, that hung low on her waist, the perfectly sculpted ‘V’ poking out just enough to have you feeling dizzy and the crop top she wore left very little and at the same time, too much to the imagination. The way the silver chains hung around her neck so delicately, had you yearning for them to be dangling in your face as Paige topped you.
“You just look so fucking hot.” You murmur and you watch as Paiges lip curve into a small smirk.
“Sorry ma, I didn’t quite hear you.” Paige teases, dipping her head down, “Say that again.”
“You. look. so. fucking. hot.” You drawl out into her ear, eyes flicking down to her exposed torso and you salivate at the way her abs look in the low light of the bar, even more defined than usual, the lights reflecting off each ripple.
“My eyes are up here.” Paige chuckles, lifting your head by your jaw to resume eye contact.
“You know how I get when you wear these little tops.” You rasp as you run your finger along the hem of the crop top she’s wearing and down her stomach, finally getting a touch of what you’ve been staring at since you set eyes on her, just minutes ago.
“I do.”
“So you did it on purpose?” You fake pout at your girlfriend and she just smiles, looking way too smug for your liking.
“Well, great minds think alike because I hope you know this dress is far too tight to wear any panties.” You smirk and Paiges eyes widen before narrowing and she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth.
Not so smug anymore.
“My car is outside.” She stated and she grips your wrist firmly as she leads you out of Teds into the parking lot. Your confession had fired her up and you were gagging for it.
Her car is parked in a far corner and your stomach tingles in anticipation as you both take hurried steps towards it. Paige opens the back door and practically pushes you inside before scanning your surroundings making sure no one could see you both and what you were about to do.
“Have you lost your damn mind? No panties in a little dress like this?” Paige asks as she slips into the car, closing the door behind her, her eyes raking over your figure in the tight, silk dress you chose to wear.
“You could see the outline. It ruined the outfit.” You protested as Paige continued to gawk at you. She was undressing you with her eyes and it made your cunt throb.
“Such a little slut.” Paige hisses, finally reaching out to touch you, her hand inches up your thigh and your legs spread needily.
“Only for you, P.” You gulp as her veiny hand moves further towards your core.
“Come and show me just how much of a slut you can be.” She asserts, slouching down in the seat, lap open and ready for you. Her rippled stomach calls your name, abs begging to be ridden.
You straddle your girlfriend and your dress rides up as you do, she wastes no time pushing it all the way, exposing your bare cunt and she takes a sharp intake of breath, “Such a pretty pussy.” She purrs before tracing your folds with her thumb, “Shits already wet for me baby.”
“Uh huh.” You choke out and can’t stop yourself from bucking your hips at her tender touch.
“We both know what you want. Ride my abs like the dirty girl you are.” Paige breathes out, eyes piercing into yours.
You lift yourself slightly, hands planted on her chest for stability as you position your pulsating cunt over her toned torso. You begin to lower yourself but Paige slams her hands on your thighs and pushes you down so you’re flush against her.
You whimper at the initial touch of her skin on you, it already feels so good, hard and firm under your puffy folds. You begin moving your hips at a pace to create enough friction to stimulate your clit, “Shit.” You grunt, heading dropping down in pleasure and you watch as Paige abs grow wetter and wetter with your leaking slick.
“Look at me.” Paige demands, “I want to watch you.”
You flick your eyes up and lock them on to Paiges, her eyes are hooded and pupils dilated as she watches you get yourself off using her body.
“Fuck Paige, you feel so good.” You cry as you quicken your pace, one hand on her shoulder, finger nails digging into the skin and the other pressed to the window keeping you up right, leaving a print on the already steamy glass.
“Yeah? Such a little slut, coming out in no panties. Makes me wanna take you home right now and fuck you.” She groans, hands gripping your thighs so tight the skin is turning red.
“Tell me-ugh- tell me how you’d fuck me.” You pant, mouth dropping open pornographically as a searing heat builds between you and Paige.
“I’d bend you over every surface, make you take my cock- fuck, you look so good- with this dress hiked up at your waist.” Your eyes roll back at the image Paige is painting in your mind and it only makes you move faster, more frantic, desperate for the feeling of her rubbing up against you.
“Keep going.” You beg, the salacious words tumbling out of her lips, heightening your arousal.
“I’d pound into you over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore, you’d be crying, begging me to stop but sluts don’t get to make requests so I’d keep going.” One of her hands is gripping your tit and you moan louder as she squeezes it harshly.
“Oh-fuck baby.” You grunt, overwhelmed with everything you’re feeling. One hand on your thigh, keeping you pressed to her, the other kneeding your tit, her rock hard abs beneath your dripping cunt.
“Holding you by your hair, fucking you senseless until you cum, once, twice, three times. You’d make a mess. So wet and sticky, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-yes! Shit, keep talking like that. Gonna make me cum.” You whimper out, her words were flithy and your need for her was carnal.
Paige chuckles lowly, “Such a dirty girl. You’d be on your knees, mouth open and I’d shove my cock down your throat,” She pushes two fingers into your mouth, “choking you as you tasted yourself. Licking me clean.” You gag as she pushes her fingers deeper.
“Fuck, look at you.” Paige groans and you both glance down at your sopping cunt humping her muscles, your juices pooling in the grooves.
The sight alone has you squeezing your thighs at either side of her torso. Your legs begin to shake, struggling to hold your weight as you feel your climax edging closer.
“Gonna- gonna cum.” Your cries are muffled with her fingers still in your mouth.
“Good girl baby, keep going. Want you all over me.” Paige purrs as her hands attach to your hips and she rocks you back and forth.
“Fuck! I’m so close.” You gasp, head tipping back as the muscles in your cunt contract and release as the pressure builds.
Paige has her lip clamped between her teeth as her eyes focus on your core and it’s reaction to her. Her chest is rising and falling at a quickened pace and her brows furrow as she meets you half way, jerking her body beneath you helping you get to your peak.
“Ugh- I’m cumming! Shit!” You howl, grabbing onto the chain around Paiges neck as you let out a strangled, throaty groan. Your thighs clench around your girlfriend as your orgasm fires through you, your body shaking and contorting in immense pleasure.
Paige wraps her arms around you and you fall forward, her face is buried in your chest and she presses sloppy kissing to your clammy skin, “That’s it baby.” She praises, hands rubbing up and down your back as you pant, breathlessly into the crook of her neck.
You lean back off Paige, resting on the back of the drivers seat and she admires your fucked out appearance as you catch your breath. Her face is filled with contentment knowing that she made you cum from just sitting there, letting you use her body in the way you so desperately needed it. No strap, no toys, no fingers, no tongue, just her abs.
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a/n: everyone say thank you anon for requesting this 🙂↕️
this outfit and video had me all the way fucked up !! 😵💫🫨
“If you win the Euro’s I’ll let you have me, however you want, for however long you want, doing whatever you want.”
They were the famous last words that I’d given to Lucy before her game, motivation, because for her I knew there was absolutely no better motivation than sex. She was a fucking horny little bitch, always and I used it to my advantage, often, it was the perfect form of bribery.
What I hadn’t expected when they won was for Lucy to cash in on that so soon, we’d been downstairs out with the team for hardly two hours when she approached me. I’d been sitting with Tooney and Less, the babies of the group who were apparently massive lightweights because they were both slurring their words as they tried to crack jokes that were completely incoherent.
“I think it’s about time that we gave me my prize, hm?”
I shivered as Lucy’s breath and voice brushed against my neck, slightly thicker with the alcohol that I knew she’d consumed. I turned my head towards her, so I could get a proper look. She was still in her playing uniform, as were the majority of the girls. She wasn’t drunk but she was definitely a few drinks in, Lucy could handle her alcohol concerningly well, in fact she’d drunken most of our friends under the table, bar the Aussies and Irish who nobody could come close to, there was something different in their blood, I was sure of it.
“If that’s what you want my girl.”
Lucy smirked at me and nodded and there wasn’t a single part of me that could deny her, there wasn’t a bone in my body capable of doing so. So I said my goodbyes to the two youngsters before taking a final swig of what was left in my glass and following Lucy out of the room and back to our hotel room.
Almost as soon as we got through the door her lips were on mine, capturing them in a bruisingly deep kiss that sent shivers down my back all the way to my toes. She was pulling me by my belt into her and everything about it was so fucking perfect. Once she was satisfied I was close enough to her body she started to undo my belt, she struggled for a few seconds before getting it off and dropping it to the floor. Lucy’s lips were hot, nibbling along my jaw and lips in the softest way I knew she was capable of, her eyes were on my own, the big orbs staring directly into mine as she started to undress me slowly. We were both breathing heavily, gasps leaving both of our lips every few seconds. Lucy was whispering I love you against my lips as many times as she could, and it had me practically shaking in my jeans.
“What do you want my love?”
Lucy’s hands were currently occupied with my jeans, struggling to pull the zipper off.
“Want you to ride my abs.”
I couldn’t breathe, I swore Lucy had actually taken the air from my lungs and just as I was about to choke on my own breath Lucy’s thumb was on my lower lip, looking to me for an answer.
“Only if you want to.”
Lucy’s hands were back at my jeans, having worked out the zipper she was now pulling the denim down over my thighs and ass, letting them pool on the floor and helping me step out of them.
“Yes, Yes, a thousand times yes.”
Lucy smirked at me, replacing her thumb with her lips and catching me in another painfully good kiss that had her hands tangled in my hair, smashing our teeth and lips together. When she finally pulled away her face was flushed and my hair was a distraught mess, neither of us cared though, why would we. She was a European champion and I was her fiance, life could not be better. Next thing I knew she was picking me up and I was wrapping my legs around her, attaching my lips to her neck whilst she moved us over to the bed and sat herself down before leaning herself down so she was lying against the pillows and I was straddling her hips.
I continued to sloppily kiss at Lucy’s neck, making very faint marks as I moved my way along, until she was pulling my head back gently with her hand secured around my hair.
“Those panties are so sexy, baby, but I think they would look far sexier in the pile on the floor. They're not doing much now anyways, you’ve already soaked through them.”
I nodded eagerly at Lucy, lifting my hips up so she could slide the items off of my hips and down my legs, leaving my bottom half naked and resting securely on her still clothed hips.
“I think you’re overdressed as well sweetheart.”
Lucy nodded at me, making quick work of lifting the both of us up and slipping her shorts and boxers off and then quickly lifting her shirt over her head to reveal her six pack to me, glistening in the light of our hotel room and leaving her equally bare as me.
“Better?”
I replied to her by pressing my lips back on her own, taking her bottom lip in my teeth and biting down enough to earn a little squeal from her.
“Why don’t you show me how well you can get yourself off on my abs baby?”
I swore once again that as the words were murmured against my lips that once again the oxygen was taken from my lungs. I removed my mouth delicately from Lucy’s and moved myself up from her hips, lifting myself up and setting myself back down onto her abs that I loved so much. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasised about this somewhere along the way, I mean there was something so fucking delectable about the muscles that adorned her torso.
As soon as I sat myself down on them I could feel every single detail of them under me, I didn’t even have to move to feel the friction of her muscles tensing and simply existing below me. Lucy pressed her lips to my hips, pressing a delicate kiss to each hip bone before looking up at me, her eyes were full of list and seduction, everything that made me giddy on the inside.
“C’mon baby, make me proud.”
Her words of encouragement and her hands securing themselves on my waist were enough to guide me to start moving and almost immediately I was a moaning mess. The feeling of her skin and her slightly soft but also rock hard muscles underneath my clit and pussy was electric. Lucy’s hands on my hips, gripping down on the places she’d just kissed and was now bruising also adding to the pleasure that was building up in my stomach. I was coating Lucy’s whole torso in my juices and adding to experience as I continued to rub myself up and down her curves and edges, finding the spots that felt the best and rubbing myself up against those particular spots with a little bit more energy behind my hips. Slowing pushing myself towards the edge as I pushed my clit up and down the hard muscles that felt like a fucking dream against my sensitive nub. I knew Lucy could feel that I was getting close, my body giving me away as my thighs and pussy clenched against her skin as my body clung to her skin searching for more, searching for a release.
“Let go baby, I know you can do it, let go for me.”
As soon as the words left her mouth I was plummeting over a cliff of pleasure, my body spasming on top of Lucy's hips, mine jerking against hers which left me an oversensitive whimpering mess until Lucy lifted me off of her body and set me down next to her on the bed. It took me a few seconds before the orgasm finally ridded itself of my body and I was left in the post-orgasmic bliss, Lucy’s arms lazily wrapped around my torso.
“How about you clean up the mess you’ve made and then we go for round two?”
I was very happy to clean up the mess I’d made, leaning down to lick my way up between the valley of her muscles, flattening my tongue out against her muscles to lick up the mess that I’d made all over her. It was filthy and dirty and everything that I loved about sex with Lucy. I kept going, revelling in the sounds that I was making Lucy produce. Normally we would have tried to be quieter, considering that we were staying at a hotel with her teammates but they’d just won the fucking Euro’s and I could guarantee that all of the girls were most likely getting laid tonight but someone.
Once I was done I reached up to press my lips to Lucy’s, letting her taste me, she smirked devilishly against my lips, her tongue reaching into my own mouth to lick up whatever she could find, ravaging my mouth until she had tasted every inch that she could.
Lucy and Chris have a shared kink of ab riding?? 😳😳 we may have to see a little of that…
Whew 🥵 Chris and Lucy are just hot! And Lucy is not going to wait on her man when she wants something. Chris loves just watching his ferocious little Honey Bee becoming so weak for him, and she’s not just limited to riding his abs. Lucy will ride any part of his body...
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Take Your Pick
Summary: Chris wasn’t holding Lucy
Pairings: Lucy X Chris
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, ab riding, implied sex, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 550
Desperate Lives AU Masterlist
Lucy Drysdale Masterlist
Lucy wakes up from her dream, feeling around on her chest, and there’s no Chris. With a flip over, she looks at her beefy husband laying there asleep, with his arms not around her and she’s not happy. He is supposed to be holding her. He should be playing with her nipples, or her hood piercing, but no.
Now she’s laying there, horny, wet, and he’s asleep. His arms stretched above his head, his hard stomach blackened with ink , and she can’t stop staring at that stomach. The hills and valleys of his abs, and it would serve him right to feel her wet pussy on him, since he was not holding her.
Lucy checks the door quickly, before crawling over his large body. Settling down to feel her cunt spread over him, and it feels delicious. With one roll of her hips she lets out a wanton moan. Using his body in such a delicately sinful way.
Lucy gets more into grinding over him when Chris softly moans in his sleep. That sticky sweet arousal of his wife’s already soaking his stomach.
Gently she gives his little nipple rings a tug, and he groggily wakes up, giving Lucy a sleepy smile, and she just grinds down harder. He has never seen her looking more beautiful. Those giant tits squished together as she presses down on his chest. Her face determined to get off on his body.
She wants to soak him, and roll over pretending that she isn’t going to let him fuck her back to sleep. Lucy even gives him a cheeky little grin, because he knows. She loves letting him toss around and use her body, whether she’s asleep or not. She is but a fleshlight to him.
Chris can’t believe his luck, that a batshit crazy woman as beautiful as her would want to give him a middle of the night wake up call of her pussy sliding over his abs. He has never been used in such a way, and he hopes she does it more often.
“You weren’t holding me, Pooh Bear.”
“I was asleep,” he moans out when she bares down hard. Her pussy throbbing over him, and when she throws her head back whimper to the ceiling, he knows she’s close.
“Didn’t even slip a finger in. I’m wet and aching for you.”
“Oh, Honey Bee,” he coos up at her. His hands smooth up and down her hips, and he gives her a quick squeeze, “if you wake me up like this every time, I’ll make sure I’m not holding you.”
“Chris…” she whines out, her movement becoming staggered. Chris grabs her hips and forces her movement on top of him. “Chris! Chris baby!”
“Fuck, you’re leaking all over me. Making me such a fucking mess!”
“You weren’t holding me!” she screams out into the night, gritting her teeth as she soaks his belly even more, gushing on his marbled abs. Chris slows her movement to a steady and leisure rock. Giving her a dopey smile.
“Now, since you made such a mess on me, how about you lick me clean, and then I’ll make sure you get to sleep with your lips hugging my cock.”
