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Madeleine got captured by enemies, and Florence comes to the rescue... Afterwards, Madeleine is too keyed up to rest, and she needs Florence once more.
1.5k, Rated E, canon-typical violence
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“i want you to touch yourself for me.” for Floreleine? 👀
Thanks for the prompt, anon!
I saw the 'smut prompts that don't sound like bad porno' prompt list title and might have taken that as a challenge lmaoo
Anyhow at least this should have less typos than my last prompt fill had at first? Tumblr hadn't saved my last draft changes before posting, so this time I double-checked everything like three times xD
Prompt me!
The following fic is rated E, only proceed if you are 18 years or older! ~1k, no warnings.
Madeleine is lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and her wrists tied together over her head, looking at Florence, who is staring back at her hungrily, with hooded eyes.
The insides of her thighs are aching pleasantly, red imprints on her skin showing where Florence has slapped her with the leather paddle and her palm, her nipples teased into hard nubs and her cunt dripping in anticipation.
"Fuck, Maddie, you are a sight," Florence groans as her eyes rake over her nude form.
Madeleine whimpers a little. "Please-"
Raising an eyebrow, Florence strokes over her bare calve, then scratches her nails over her skin as she pulls back. "Please, touch me-"
"Hmm..." Florence leans in, hovering above Madeleine for a moment, her hand close to where she needs it most and her lips almost against Madeleine's.
Then however, instead of leaning in fully, she slowly shakes her head. "No, I don't think I will."
Before Madeleine really registers what she just said, Florence reaches up and undoes the knot in the short rope that had been holding Madeleine's wrists tied together at the headboard, and takes it off before sitting back at the foot of the bed. "I want you to touch yourself for me."
Madeleine gapes at her, so thrown that it takes her a moment to realise that she can move her arms again. "You - you're just going to sit back and - watch?"
Florence smirks. "And what a sight it will be..."
Madeleine blushes, heat rising all the way to her cheeks but also covering her neck and chest.
Florence's gaze drops from her eyes and wanders lower, over her breasts and between her still-spread legs. Madeleine feels the irrational urge to close them a little - it's not like it is anything Florence hasn't seen before, but somehow, with how she is staring at her now - with what she requested her to do! - she feels an entirely new kind of vulnerable.
"Of course you don't have to," Florence adds, tilting her head a little, "but I think if you don't, I won't let you come at all tonight."
"I could just go to the bathroom and get myself off without you - looking," Madeleine tries to sound snarky but fails when Florence's gaze turns positively feral.
"And would you do that?"
If she hadn't already been flushed deep red, Madeleine knows she would be blushing even more now, knowing full well that no, she would not.
"Touch yourself for me," Florence repeats in a husky whisper, and then, in a kinder voice, adds "you have nothing to be afraid of."
Slowly, Madeleine moves her arms, stretching her wrists a little. She hadn't been tied up for long, so there isn't much of an ache, but still - usually, Florence takes care of her after untying her, massaging her wrists and kissing them better.
Now, she moves her right hand between her legs self-consciously, gasping a little when she meets her own wetness. Florence shifts at the sound, no doubt affected by Madeleine's arousal.
Dipping two fingers into her wet heat, Madeleine lets her eyes flutter shut so she doesn't have to look at Florence looking at her anymore, instead just focusing on her self. On the one hand, it is incredibly arousing to know that she is being watched - that Florence enjoys watching her touch herself - on the other hand, it is a little too much, makes her want to put on a show for her while at the same time knowing she could never climax while trying to look pretty on purpose.
Curling her fingers inside herself, Madeleine sighs as she finds a rhythm that always works for her. She doesn't touch her clit, not yet, and her other arm is lying losely at her side -
"Play with your tits for me," Florence's rough voice makes Madeleine's eyes snap open and renewed heat shoot through her body. She doesn't much care for dirty talk, often thinking it silly and off-putting, but Florence seems to know just what words to use to toe the line between exciting and strange.
With a shiver, Madeleine raises her hand and lifts it to her chest, pressing over her left breast once before she takes her nipple between her fingers and squeezes it, moves it first one way than the other. It doesn't do a lot for her, really, but it does feel nice especially when she starts moving her other hand again, and the way Florence bites her lip in front of her is also definitely making it worth it.
When she has found her new rhythm, Madeleine lets her eyes fall closed again, focusing entirely on the pulsing heat in her core and the sharp pleasure-pain on her nipple, on pressing against her G-spot, keeping her movements even until she gets closer and closer, finally moving her left arm down so she can switch hands and take her clit between the middle- and forefinger of her right hand, moving first around it in circles, then pressing down harder and rubbing directly over the nerve endings, her hips lifting from the mattress and her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she feels the heat rise and rise and her climax wash over her.
"Fuck," Florence whispers, and Madeleine barely has the time to remember that she has an audience before Florence is on her, pushing her hands out of the way and pressing her lips to her clit.
Madeleine gasps - she doesn't easily come from clitoral stimulation alone, but she has just climaxed and is still so, so close -
Florence sucks at her clit, her left hand pressing her hips down into the mattress and her right brushing over the inside of her leg, the pressing down sharply where she has spanked her earlier, and Madeleine comes for the second time with a sob.
Everything is white heat and darkness, and she thinks she might have lost a little time.
"I've got you, I have got you, it's alright," Florence is murmuring when Madeleine comes back to herself, and she clings to her tightly, Florence half on top of her as she whispers sweet nothings into Madeleine's ear, strokes soothingly over her skin.
"Th-thank you," Madeleine whispers when she can think again. Florence smiles again and leans in to kiss her on the lips. "Pleasure's all mine."
Madeleine ducks her head with a blush, then reaches out to stroke over Florence's stomach and her coarse hair further down, but Florence catches her hand. "I already..."
Madeleine gapes, then her eyes narrow a little. "Next time, I'll watch you instead."
Florence smirks, raising Madeleine's hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I am looking forward to it."
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Maybe I'll add 'next time' if I post this to ao3 later xD
Hope you liked this, anon and whoever else is reading it! Feel free to reblog and leave feedback in the notes :)
@coramills thanks for this one, was fun to write! Turned out quite short but I thought I might add a proper ending for ao3 later :)
<1k, E, semi-public sex, no warnings
Madeleine is sitting behind the front desk of the library, an open book in front of her and her glasses on her nose.
At first glance, everything appears to be normal - and for anyone who doesn't know her very well, it would even pass for that at a second or third glance.
She might not pass closer inspection, but there isn't anyone around to see the sweat on her forehead or the way she is holding onto the edge of the desk and biting her lip.
She is holding perfectly still, but it is getting harder and harder when under the desk, Florence is -
"Ah!" Madeleine gasps as her lover's teeth grace over her clit while Florence's fingers curl deep inside of her. As she bites her lip afterwards, she already knows that it had been a mistake to make a sound, and indeed Florence moves her lips away from her cunt a moment later, her fingers thankfully not leaving her but also not moving to give Madeleine any relief.
"You need to be quiet if you want to come," Florence reminds her, and Madeleine whimpers.
"There's no-one here but us, Flo-"
"I said you need to be quiet."
To suppress another whimper, Madeleine bites her lip hard enough to hurt, then she slides her glasses that are threatening to fall from her nose back up and spreads her legs a little more, trying to show Florence that she can be good, without making a sound to tell her so.
Florence hums, and then her lips are back on Madeleine and her fingers are curling against her G-spot, and Madeleine has to quickly grab the edge of the desk again and hold on with both hands, shivering from the effort of staying silent while Florence is tracing shapes over her inner lips and around her clit with her tongue, then sucking one labia into her mouth before moving to the other, making Madeleine shudder.
After a few more minutes of pleasant torture, Florence starts flicking her tongue over her clit in earnest, and Madeleine can't help it, her hips are bucking up just a little. Thankfully, Florence doesn't reprimand her this time, instead holding her hips down with her free hand as she keeps alternating between sucking and kitten licks.
Madeleine knows she wouldn't be fooling anyone anymore if someone did enter the library now, her face flushed, her lips open, panting, and her chest heaving - but she doesn't care, just wants Florence to keep going, to push her over the edge -
Florence listens to her silent prayer, adding a third finger to the ones inside her swollen red cunt, pressing up against her inner walls and licking directly over her clit at the same time, and Madeleine sees stars as she comes with her head thrown back and her mouth open wide in a silent scream.
