#arcadiaawrites

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He hated working late, he always got home to her sleeping soft, and tonight was no different. The drive home had taken slightly normal, unusual autumn weather causing diversions, so she would definitely be fast asleep.

The house was in darkness, confirming his suspicions and he took each step up to the bedroom carefully, avoiding the ones that creaked and finally made it up. There she was, laid on her front, her hair slightly covering her face, his eyes raked over her. She’d, at some point, kicked off the duvet, exposing her little black nightdress. It had ridden to her thighs, just enough, but also not enough to completely expose her - but it wasn’t like he hadn’t memorised her every curve already.

He desperately wanted to touch her, run his fingers up the inside of her thighs, feel her soft skin, but he was freezing cold and he knew he’d startle her awake. He settled for giving her his usual forehead kiss and heading for the bathroom.

He had a tendency to zone out in his post work shower, enjoying the way the hot water cascaded down his body, the way the steam filled the room and he could just find a moment of peace. He was hazily letting the water engulf him, when a soft pair of hands slid up his chest from behind him, and a face nuzzled into his back.

“You should be sleeping,” he sighed, putting his hands over hers, enjoying the embrace.

She softly kissed his back, not quite tall enough to reach his shoulder, but she never cared, she just missed him, the long hours keeping them apart.

“So should you,” she whipped back and he couldn’t argue with her, he squeezed her hands, needing her touch. He felt her shiver against him, realising she wasn’t under the water.

“Come here, princess,” he guided her softly, so she was in front of him, them both in the heat of the water. He carefully pushed her hair out of her face, a ruse, before he cupped her face in his hand, causing her to smile. The smile that he adored so much. God, he’d missed her.

He couldn’t help but kiss her, tenderly at first; but her hands ran down his arms, and up to his face. Them both holding each other, and a simple, but playful, swipe of her tongue over his bottom lip ignited the passion in him.

He growled at her before kissing her harder, their tongues fighting against each other, his hands desperately pawing at her skin, cupping her ass so he could pull her closer to him.

“Oh!” She gasped as he ground her hips against hers, his hardness very much present.

“I’ve missed you,” he nuzzled into her neck, kissing and biting all those sensitive spots that made her mew so deliciously. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and the more he devoured her skin, the louder she got, the more desperate she became.

“I’m not going to be gentle, but I’ll make it up to you, okay?” He tenderly whispered into her ear, needing her to reply. She hooked her arms around his shoulders, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Okay,” she consented, tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

He needed nothing else, as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. Pushing her back against the tiled wall of the shower, he reached between them both, guiding himself to her entrance, and without a word, pushing himself inside her. She bit down of his shoulder as she adjusted to his size, and he just grunted loudly as he rutted into her, taking his frustrations out on her, his grip on her hard, hard enough to leave bruises.

“Such a good girl,” he praised her, slamming his hips into her on every word and all she could do was moan in response.

She risked letting her head fall back against the wall, and he took the opportunity to wrap his hand around her throat. He watched as her eyes rolled back as he squeezed a little and it just encouraged him more.

“Fucking perfect,” he ground against her more, and her submissive nature just drove him crazy. He felt her clench tight around him, and he stopped moved, taunting her. She shuddered against him, she knew she couldn’t please, he’d torture her more, and in turn, torture himself.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to be gentle,” she smirked dangerously, and he cocked his eyebrow at her. She was playing his game, and he was too riled up to stop now. He pulled out, and he didn’t say a single word as he dropped her legs to the floor and span her around, forcing her face against the wall.

He pulled her hips towards his, and in one motion, entered her again. He grabbed her hair, using it as leverage as he used to last of his energy to take her, to claim her, his nails leaving indents in her skin, as he couldn’t control the primal growl that left him as he finally filled her.

His bucking became involuntary as he rode out his orgasm, and she was nothing but a weak whimpering mess. He made sure to cuddle her close, and praise her, soft kisses on her skin as he tended to her, washing her hair and letting her come back to reality in her own time. He wrapped her up in the fluffiest town and carried her back to their bed, letting her curl up against him, as they both drifted off to sleep…

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Pausing on the page she was reading, she exhaled slowly. The scene on the page was getting heated, and her chest was flushed red, and her mind frantic with thoughts. Her free hand dipped down her body, her fingers finding the hair on the head nestled between her thighs, guiding him a little to the left. She couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped her as he lapped needily at her clit. Her grip tightened on his hair, causing him to moan desperately against her, her gentle dominance drove him insane. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her thighs as he pulled her hips closer, needing more of her.

Her book involuntarily slipped out of her hand, hitting the floor with a soft thud, both of them unfazed. He looked up at her, his eyes dilated, almost black, watching as her head leant back, eyes hazing over, little whimpers slipping from her. He delicately swirled his tongue around that sensitive bundle of nerves, applying just enough pressure to have her wanting…needing him…her hips started rolling against him, and he made a move to pull back, but her grip tightened, anchoring him into position, completely at her mercy.

He alternated slow deliberate licks with messy kisses devouring her as he watched her melt before him. Her mews just encouraged him more, as his name just fell from her mouth breathlessly like it was the only word left in her vocabulary. He felt her thighs startle to temper; her moans more feral, and he took the opportunity to slide his fingers in her dripping wet heat. Her walls tights around him, fluttering, drawing him in more. His fingers curled inside her, hooking onto that spot that made her convulse so deliciously for him. She was a puddle of moans and whimpers before him, biting the side of her free hand to muffle her noises, watching her slowly unravel had him in complete awe, no matter how many times he go to witness it.

She tightened her grip on his hair, a tell-tale sign, pushing his face into her folds and he indulged her, the way he knew she needed, lapping at her, sucking on her, worshipping her like she deserved until he felt her orgasm rip through her body, leaving her trembling. He gently kissed the inside of her thighs as she loosened her grip on him, before making his way up her body, leaning over her as she laid there, euphoric and sated. She hummed contently, as he slipped his arms around her, holding her in a soft embrace, kissing her delicately as she came down from her high…

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She woke up slowly, her body already aching with need, her thighs pressed together for some kind of relief. She didn’t often wake up this needy but when she did, she knew only one thing could fix it… him.

He wasn’t awake yet, as he nuzzled into her, his arm draped over her waist. She couldn’t help but admire him, he looked so peaceful and she didn’t want to disturb him, but she needed him more.

Carefully she turned onto her side, facing him and almost instinctively he pulled her closer, his hand pressing against the small of her back, trapping her against him. She softly kissed his face, pulling a gentle hum from him, and she held his face in her hands, and kissed him properly, and as soon as their lips touched, his hand pushed her closer, holding her firmer against him.

“Morning kisses?” He mumbled, stealing smaller kisses as he stirred awake,

“Just soft ones,” she purred innocently, making his chuckle, he knew her all too well, maybe a little too well. She had motives, not ones he was going to willingly deny her, but not ones he was going to give her so easily. He kissed her forehead before tucking a finger under her chin; tipping her head back to look at him. Her eyes a little glassy from neediness and it made him twitch.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” the order made her eyes go wide, and she blushed - she wasn’t always brave enough to tell him what she wanted, she didn’t know why, sometimes she just couldn’t.

“You,” she blushed, hoping that would be enough to get what she wanted, but knowing full well it wasn’t.

“Oh silly girl, you’ve got me, I’m right here aren’t I!” He mocked her, but pulled her thigh over his hip, so he could grind into her, enough to make her gasp but not enough to give her what she truly wanted.

“Would you like to try again?” His hand gripped her thigh, slowly grinding himself against her, her body shivered against his. She nodded as she took a slow, calculated breathe, causing him to smirk, proud of her.

“I want you to ride you,” she mumbled, her cheeks flushing again. He could have made her say it clearer, but he’d woken up wanting, and he could feel how needy she was, as he ground against her. The wet spot that had appeared on his boxers, was a mixture of them both, and with a low growl, he rolled them both, so that she was on top of him.

Her tousled morning hair framed her face perfectly, and the shirt, one of his, she was wearing carefully framed her body, and he drank all of her in. He could feel her heat against him, and it drove him crazy…he just wanted to be buried deep within her folds. It’s all he ever wanted, they were never able to put each other down.

His hands roamed her body, embracing her every curve, stirring soft gasps from her, her hips rolling against his, he let her take her time, as she slid her hand down his chest, and in between them both. She had no hesitation about freeing him from his boxers, stroking him a few times, he growled as her thumb slid over his tip, pre cum leaking out…

“Always so needy…” she purred, his pretty demon coming out to play, he could only whimper in response as she teased him more, his hands gripping her hips firm…

She lifted her hips ever so slightly, as she guided him through her dripping folds, he was holding his resolve, ignoring the impulse to slam her hips down, letting her tease them both. She could be insatiable and a little cruel at times, but every moment was worth it. She pushed him to her entrance, and his thighs were shaking, and he watched in awe as she slid down his length, moaning the entire way, panting as he filled her. He hissed at her heat, her tightness; her wetness, he was completely consumed by her. He could feel her adjusting to him, little quivers, clenches and vibrations and he knew he could lose it right there and then.

She finally started to move, slowly rolling her hips against him, her moans filling the room; he couldn’t help encouraging her more, telling her how good she felt wrapped around him; lifting her hips, and pushing her back down. The more he encouraged her, the faster she took him, and he could feel her tighten around him even more, and he relaxed his grip on her hips, watching her chase her orgasm.

“That’s it; come for me… you’re doing such a good job, you can do it…just a little more,” he encouraged her, and she whined, he could feel she was right on the edge, but not quite getting there. He slipped his thumb in between them both, and found that little bundle of nerves he enjoyed so much, and carefully rubbed it, and surely enough, with a few calculated strokes, she was convulsing around him, her nails digging into his chest as she panted his name over and over.

He took his opportunity to pull her down to him, tucking her against his chest, kissing her temple, whilst she settled a little, but not too much. He started to buck his hips up into her, gentle at first, until he couldn’t hold it anymore, and he was rutting into her over and over, her moans in his ear, encouraging more.

“Such a good girl for me, so wet, so needy…” he growled into her hair as he slammed into her, he felt her nodding, his climax building, they were both a mess, dripping and leaking, and he felt her clench around him again…

“Fuck, I can’t hold it when you do that,” he tried to slow his hips, as he moaned at the feeling,

“Don’t stop, god, don’t you dare stop,” she cried against him, rolling her hips to get some kind of friction. He didn’t need telling twice, as he bucked up into her, his arms wrapped around her tight, kissing her neck, as he felt her come undone against him again but he didn’t stop this time, he kept going, pushing her hips down as he rutted him, making sure to hit deep when he finally, and loudly came inside her…

He kept her nestled on his chest, kissing her forehead as she lightly dozed on him, little hums coming from them both as they came down from their high…

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I want to be pinned underneath you, my leg over your shoulder, your hand around my throat whilst you take all your frustration out on me, bucking into me repeatedly, breeding me over and over…

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He pulled her into his lap, her dress riding up slightly, he was pawing at her, desperately needing her. His hand found her hair, pulling her mouth to his, she barely had time to think as his tongue danced with hers, his other hand gripping her butt, pushing her down into his grinding hips. She was moaning into his mouth, her resolve slipping, pulling him closer, kissing him harder.

He pulled her back, panting in tandem with her, their need for each other more than evident.

“So needy,” he growls at her, rolling her hips slowly over him, watching her eyes flutter.

“You started it,” she quipped back,

He tightened his grip on her hair, causing her to yelp desperately,

“And I’ll fucking finish it,” with his free hand, he tugged playfully at one of her clothed nipples, making sure to flick the metal bar through it to make her squirm more.

He pulled her body closer to him, kissing at her exposed skin, nibbling her neck, dragging needy noises from her, her heat evident in his lap. Her hands found his hair, keeping him close to her as he explored her body.

he was ravenous, kissing, licking, biting at her, until he found her mouth again, asserting his dominance over her.

Whilst she was melting into his lap, matching his energy, he took the opportunity to take advantage, running his free hand down her back, and underneath her, pressing his fingertips against the fabric that separated him from where she wanted him.

She jolted at his touch, gasping desperately against his mouth, causing him to smirk playfully.

“There?” He pressed again, and she whined,

“Not enough,” she sighed,

He pressed a lil harder, rubbing the little wet patch slightly, knowing exactly that’s not what she meant.

she shook her head at him as her hand slid down to meet his, and in a slow, slightly shaken movement, she grabbed his fingers, and pulled the fabric of her underwear to the side; sliding his fingers back to where she needed him.

He couldn’t help but growl at the feeling of slipping between her dripping wet folds, as he rubbed that bundle of nerves so carefully.

“You brave girl,” he beamed at her, kissing her softly, she was whimpering in his lap, eyes rolling back, and he lovingly tucked her head into the crook of his neck, kissing her temple, running his fingers up and drop her back,

“That’s it, stop thinking,” he encouraged her as he felt her drift, her hips rocking against him; her neediness pooling into his palm. Her moans were filling the room, and he was drunk off the sounds, off the feeling of her against him.

“I need you,” she purred in his ear; squirming against his touch,

“Oh sweetie, I’m right… here,” he took the opportunity to dive his fingers inside her, stretching her tight heat, with a smirk that could kill.

She tried to find words, but she was useless as he pumped his thick fingers in and out of her, mess dripping out of her, into his lap. He could feel her insides fluttering, gripping his fingers, she was getting close.

“Oh, is my sweet girl gonna cum?” He taunted her, and all she could do was mew in response.

He wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight against his chest, his fingers moving faster, and he felt her body go completely tense, as her orgasm built around him.

Capturing her mouth in a kiss, he hooked his fingers inside her; and dragged her orgasm from her… she was practically screaming into his mouth as her whole body vibrated against him, as his hand and lap was flooded with her release.

“Such a good girl,” he smirked, kissing her forehead softly, she hummed appreciatively at him, as she fell against his chest, nuzzling softly, spent.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he stated, matter of factly….

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I pushed the door to his office open, boredom guiding me. He was supposed to be off work, but the project he was working on was behind schedule, and he was trying to fix it . He didn’t notice me as he paced the room, having a tense sounding call, which mean he definitely didn’t notice me slide under his desk, settling in the nest of blankets, left purposely for me.

When he finally sat back in his chair, i was careful not to get in the way as he got comfortable. The room was filled with noises of his furious typing and him dictating to himself, my fingers slowly reached out, sliding up his thighs. He jolted at the initial touch, but his hand slipped down to cradle my face.

“Hey Pet,” He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip, knowing that I’d instinctively suck on it. His bulge grew tighter the more i sucked. He used his freehand to undo his jeans, pulling out his twitching, leaking cock.

“I don’t need to tell you what to do,” he tapped my face playfully, as he went back to working.

I wrapped my hand around him, and he couldn’t help but subtly moan under his breath, his legs spreading wider apart. I left sloppy kisses up his length, dramatically bubbling drool around him. His legs kept tensing up, and i knew that he was trying to keep quiet, torturing us both.

I started stroking him firm and fast, whilst I swirled my tongue around his tip, practically making out with it, taking my time, letting drool drip all over him. It wasn’t long until he couldn’t hold the noises any longer, and he was panting and moaning, taking moments to refocus himself. His hand came around the back of my head, gripping the hair at the base of my neck, not pushing, just holding. He was practically shaking underneath me, and when i finally sank him all the way back to my throat, and the noise that came out of him was practically euphoric. His grip tightened, and he was bucking his hips, using my throat for his own pleasure.

His phone started to vibrate on the desk, and he cursed loudly. He held my head down as he answered the call, snapping at whoever was on the other end, he pulled my head up, strings of drool still connecting us, and he took me by surprise by forcing his fingers down my throat, causing me to choke a little and whimper pathetically. Every time my noises got a little louder than they should have, he softly slapped my face, a warning shot, and when he finally got off the call, he wasted no time in forcing himself back down my throat.

“That’s a good girl,” He growled, bucking faster, as I struggled.

My hands curled around his thighs, pulling him closer, as his noises get a little more frantic, and he couldn’t help but moan my name loudly and desperately as he came down my throat, trembling as he did…

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TW: CNC / knife play (kinda)

A strong breeze rattled the trees, the evening sun made the sky glow an eerie orange hue. The way she looked in that low, yet bright light made him want her more.

He took a step back away from her, watching her carefully. His eyes grew dark, as he gave her the devious smirk. She avoided eye contact with him, quickly turned to look into the forest…trying to figure out her best way to escape him.

Without a word, or warning, he grabbed her by her throat, forcing her to look up at him.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he purred in her ear, as something cold and sharp made contact with her outer thigh. Her breathe hitched, as she tried to compose herself, she hated that she was enjoying this.

“Let me go…” she whispered, her voice weak, and shaky.

He chuckled, clicking his tongue against his teeth. There was a threatening undertone to his laugh. He let go of her throat, and span her around, so she was facing the trees. Adrenaline coursed through her veins.

“You can go…” She could feel the knife make contact with her spine, not enough to hurt, it was a warning… “if you can outrun me.”

He shoved her forward, and she didn’t need any further instruction. She ran, like her life depended on it. Twigs snapped under foot, and brambles dug into her bare feet as she skirted round trees, but she ignored the pain. The fear was fuelling her. When he caught her, it was game over and she knew it.

Daylight was dwindling, darkness was starting to creep its way through the trees. When she thought she had covered enough ground, she paused to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. She could barely hear anything over the sound of her heartbeat, as she scanned her surroundings.

She needed to find a way out. She thought about doubling back around, but would that be too obvious? Of course it would. He wouldn’t let her get out that easily. As all the possibilities ran through her panicking mind… the sound of a twig snapping under foot echoes around her…he was closer than she expected.

“Do you really think I’m not going to find you?” His voice was firm, and determined…he had caught up with her, but still far enough away.

She pushed away from the tree she was resting against, and started running again, trying to weave through the overgrown, low hanging branches, skipping over rocks.

“Keep running princess,” he was calm…calculated, like he knew something she didn’t.

Her breathing started to get shallow, she couldn’t find her way out, and she felt like she had started running in circles, her feet were starting to hurt, and her dress was getting torn to pieces, getting caught in the brambles, practically leading him to her.

It didn’t take him long to catch up with her, he had been a few steps ahead of her for a while. She was just too predictable but taunting her was too much fun. Giving her a false sense of safety was fuelling him a little too much, but he was starting to get tired of chasing her. He wanted her. He wanted her now.

He had managed to guide her towards a clearing in the forest, and she looked far too pretty, with her hair wild, her dress torn. He stepped into the clearing, in front of her, and the panic in her eyes encouraged him even more. She knew in that moment it was over. She turned to get away from him, but not quick enough. He purposefully tripped her up, watching her crash to the floor with a pathetic whimper. Her hands were clawing at the floor, trying to get away.

He knelt over her, pinning her to the floor, and she was using everything she had to fight him off.

“Please don’t…” She begged, as he ran his hands up her body, groping at her exposed skin. Watching her squirm just fuelled him, he wanted to break her fight, to make her surrender to him like he knew she would. He forced her thighs apart with his knee, and her protesting persisted, her feet trying to find grip underneath her to get away, but his hold on her way too strong,

“Keep fighting, you won’t win,” He grunted at her, pushing her body further into the dirt. He used the knife to cut away what was left of her dress, fully exposing her to the elements, and her breathing got shallow, her body trembling.

It felt like time had slowed down around her, her senses heightened, his touch was like fire against her skin, The sound of him undoing his belt seemed to echo around the forest, all she could taste was dirt mixed with tears, and the smell of his aftershave infiltrated her nose. The feeling of him pushing the head of his cock through her folds felt like an electric shock and she couldn’t help but cry out.

“So scared, yet so fucking wet,” He growled lowly, as he teased her, slowly sliding himself up and down against her, she pleaded for him to stop, her hands trying to find grip in the dirt.

He slammed the knife into the forest floor, inches from her face, and she didn’t even have time to react before he forced himself inside her, using the knife as leverage as he rutted into her. His other hand crept around her throat, squeezing the sides carefully, growling into her ear with every thrust. He couldn’t stop, her walls felt so good slick and warm, tightening around him, her whimpers and cries like music, her nails clawing at his hand around her throat, she played the victim so well. He bit down on her shoulder as his orgasm built, with an intensity that he hadn’t experienced before, and she started to scream and he had no choice but to surrender the grip on her throat, and cover her mouth, he could feel her skin was wet with tears, he pressed his lips against her ear,

“You’re being such a good little victim, don’t ruin it,” her body quivered at his words, and the way she tightened around him, gripping him, forced his release. He slammed his hips into a few more times, before being completely spent, his body vibrating against hers as he felt dazed.

He felt her smirk against his palm, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled off of her, pulling her back into his chest.

“You’re twisted, you know that?” he mumbled into her hair, kissing her temple.

“You agreed to do it,” She purred softly,

Her breathing was shaky, and his touch was gentle on her skin, reminding her that she was safe. She gripped his arm, trying to ground herself. He cradled her, reminding her to breathe, keeping her safe, and he slowly felt her body relax into him, they laid there for a little while, basking until they both realised the sun had set, and the night air was starting to get cooler.

“We should head back,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder carefully, all she could do was hum in response. He pulled himself away from her, so he could do up his jeans and stand. He looked over her, realising the carnage they’d done, he did clean up duty, putting the knife safely back in his back pocket, and gathered up the remains of her dress.

He quickly removed his own shirt before helping her stand, she was still dazed, stumbling a little whilst he dressed her, loosely buttoning the shirt closed. He lifted her into his arms, and carried her back to the car, whispered sweet nothings on the way, until he could finally tuck her safely into the passenger seat…

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She straddled his hips in that Summer dress, that defined her curves and emphasised her assets so well. His hands sliding under the hem to caress her thighs as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He groaned against her, sucking on her tongue. His hands pawed at her, he needed her closer, needs more. His nails dragging along her bare thighs as she rolled her hips against him. A low growl rattled his chest, as his hands slipped further up her thighs, closer to where she needed him. His delicate finger slid up, past her thighs, and over the pronounced curves of her hips, and back to grab her butt playfully.

He wasn’t gentle with the way that he handled her, but she was far from complaining. His hands were on the move again, searching. His fingers trying to grab hold of something that just wasn’t there. She smirked against his lips before he quickly pulled away from her, the realisation finally hitting him.

He couldn’t move quick enough to lift the front of her dress to confirm his suspicions. There she was, completely bare for him, no underwear, just her glistening folds perched on his clothed, rock hard length.

“You naught little minx,” He grumbled as he pushed the hemline of her dress up and around her waist. He wanted to watch this in all of its depraved glory. He tucked his hands behind his head, taking in the view in front of him.

“Be a good girl, and make yourself cum...” It was a soft order, but an order all the same, one she was happy to fulfil. She started slowly rocking her hips against him, sliding against his entire length. A visible shudder vibrated through her as his tip caught her little bundle of nerves.

He could feel her heat radiating through his jeans, the wet patch underneath her getting bigger, but not all from her though. He was desperate to be inside her, but wanted…no… needed to see this out.

Her rocking and grinding became frantic, her mews of pleasure filling the room, he could feel her start to falter. Her undoing right on the edge, her motions were getting sloppy, and he knew that she’d rush her own orgasm if she didn’t focus. He held her hips firm, pushing her back and forth, encouraging her, her eyes fluttered, her hands grabbed at his chest, as all she could muster was a jumble of oh god’s and holy fuck’s

Her head lulled back as he lifted his hips to meet hers mor, and his lap was suddenly soaked. She couldn’t even find words, her breathing shallow, little whimpers slipping out. He cradled her close to his chest, kissing her forehead, praising her.

She didn’t even protest when he rolled her over, so she was now laid back in the chair, as he sank to his knees, diving under her dress, his mouth taunting her oversensitive skin…