Summary: Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, swearing, oral sex (m receiving), light edging, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, slight sub behavior if you squint.
Author's Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk. This story has been seriously consuming my every thought the last several days… who knew I could write so many words about this topic.. as always, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!
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Burgundy Kisses
Always the adventurous type, especially when it involved the bedroom, Napoleon embraced his deepest desires with great fervency. A deliciously attentive lover, if not sometimes overwhelming, Napoleon made it his life’s mission to treasure every inch of his woman’s skin, carrying her to heights of pleasure she’d only ever experienced at his hands.
He knew that he was smooth and that he was a man of many talents. He used them to his advantage to make his lady swoon. She wasn’t a woman who was easily hypnotized, but she had a specific weakness for Leon. She gave in to his charms with little reluctance and had come to appreciate the doting and luxurious attention that Leon gave to her, even if it wasn’t her first nature to do so; he’d trained her well.
Leon loved dressing up his girl and lavishing her with the finest items that money could buy; it was no coincidence that he called her his doll. He couldn’t help himself; he was infatuated with pretty things.
And she was the prettiest he’d ever seen.
For some date nights, Leon would select her outfit for the upcoming evening. He had an eye for what she would look irresistible in, though she didn’t need the assistance. It was a little game that the two of them liked to play.
The rules for these dates were simple: she was to wear what he had selected and bring her willingness to be spoiled.
He would buy a new dress and pair it with delicate lacy lingerie, only gifting the best to his sweetheart. When she had a beautifully wrapped package waiting on her apartment doorstep, she knew that it was time to play again.
Napoleon’s favorite part, however, didn’t actually have to do with choosing her attire. His doll would come home to find not only his outfit selection but also that her lipstick and nail polish had already been chosen and set upon her vanity.
He took extraordinary pleasure in selecting the color that would adorn her hands and lips. There was an insurmountable amount of satisfaction in choosing the colors that would later be swirling and teasing his cock.
Shades of red, pink, purple, and the occasional nude elicited excitement and set the premise for how the night would unfold. The color he selected gave instruction for how he wished for her to act, and she would comply accordingly. Lighter shades cued to a more submissive expectation, but reds, purples, and deeper shades told her to take control. On these evenings, kisses on the lips weren’t allowed; the lipstick was meant for one place only.
That time with his sweetheart, watching her dance her mesmerizing tongue and fingertips around his straining manhood, placing neat pigmented kisses upon him, was his undoing. He loved the way she trailed her colored kisses over his thighs and hips, leaving her temporary marks on his skin. The way her fingers would grip and caress his thighs, especially the crease above them where they met his hips, would make him nearly combust without any contact with his cock.
Tonight’s lip and nail choice — burgundy. Truly a symbol of power and the color of lustful seduction, Leon embraced the delicious anticipation he felt about this color selection. It was sultry, elegant, and perfectly crafted just for his girl. Burgundy had not been used for these evenings yet, but the color was one of his personal favorites. Accompanied by nude floral embroidered lingerie and nude pumps, all of this was to be worn with the black silk fitted cocktail dress that he’d had made by a designer earlier in the week.
The date began promptly upon picking her up, and after a sweetly romantic evening of wine, dinner, soft touches, and Leon’s suave spoiling, they made their way back to his loft where she could spoil him instead.
Quiet music played from the brass phonograph in the corner. Smooth saxophone and piano melodies swirled throughout the room, filling the space with electrically seductive energy.
Standing in his bedroom, his doll knew exactly where to begin: she stood confidently before the floor-length gold-trimmed mirror, her burgundy fingers softly dancing across her form. Her eyes met his as she continued her sensual self-exploration, embodying the energy of his color choice and gazing at Napoleon in the mirror as he approached her body from behind. Watching his kitten lose herself in her arousal was an exquisite part of the thrill. He was bewitched by her very essence; she was a vixen, and whether she was adorned in the garb he’d selected or otherwise, she was perfection.
An alluring glance from under her thick lashes greeted his eyes as she felt his hands glide up the curve of her back, his fingers pinching her zipper and pulling it down slowly. He guided the thin straps of her dress down her arms, the silk gliding down her body and pooling on the floor at her feet. His smirk met hers in the mirror’s reflection. Running his lithe fingers up her arms and back down her sides, he savored every inch of her buttery skin, pausing to spend extra time around the edges of the embroidered bralette that held her delectable breasts. Leon kissed her shoulder and nibbled her neck as she melted her backside into him, pressing herself into his growing manhood and leaning her head back onto his broad shoulder. Her hands covered his and guided his touch down her body.
He loved to watch the pleasure be drawn from her body by his hand. He loved it, even more, when she asserted her wishes over the sensations that he gave her. Napoleon had no reservations about giving up his control and letting his doll take the reins.
An oversized leather armchair sat directly in front of the ornate mirror. Guiding him to stand in front of it, his sweetheart began to remove his clothing leisurely, one piece at a time. Her lips were pursed in concentration, and Leon inwardly groaned. The only downside to this game was not having her kissable lips on his. Her lips were always irresistibly sweet, he couldn’t get enough of them. Tossing his suit jacket, shirt, and tie across to the bed, she made her way down to his waist, kneeling atop the black satin pillow he’d purchased just for this act.
She smiled up at him wickedly as her hands trailed up the back of his trouser-clad legs, and he saw her visibly shudder with lust when she reached his ass: he knew that she loved how these pants fit him. Her eyes had been on his backside all evening as he’d caught her staring and biting her lip on several occasions. He wore them just to rile her up; she definitely had a thing for his ass. Reaching to unbuckle his Italian leather belt, she rid him of the rest of his well-fitted suit, taking careful care to avoid where he needed her touch most.
Once he was bare in front of her, she assuredly pushed him back into the armchair with authority. His cock was already rigid and leaking and she hadn’t even begun.
She raised herself to trace her fingers down his chest, drawing careful spirals in the hair around his nipples, pinching them lightly, eliciting a soft moan from the man she was pleasing.
Leon gave in to every sensation she was creating on his body. From her light touches, the scraping of her fingernails down his stomach, the tracing of the v at his hips, goosebumps were already erupting on his skin with her every touch.
She was a master at working him up to full desperation. He hardly ever begged, but she brought him close to it; he needed to feel her lips on his body. She slowly began placing those coveted kisses across his inner thighs and hips, only letting her cheek graze his throbbing erection as she moved.
He was going crazy, but this is exactly what he wanted: he was high off the exhilaration.
Finally, with her hands squeezing the tops of his muscular thighs and her eyes boring into his, she leaned in to place her first vermillion-shaded kiss on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Napoleon sighed with relief.
She began to tease him, using her strong tongue to worship him from tip to base and back again, placing kisses on every ridge, feeling the contours of his gorgeous cock underneath her lips. Her mouth then engulfed his length, surrounding him in a blissful bath of warmth.
Napoleon’s breathing became heavy as he took in the sight before him paired with the sensations that he felt. Watching her burgundy lips slide up and down… up and down... her mouth took in more of his length to meet her matching nails that were massaging his base.
“God damn, doll. Your mouth is pure sin.”
It may have been Leon’s game, but she was completely in charge. She hummed and moaned lowly around his veiny cock, sending warm vibrations all the way into his hips. He struggled to keep his head angled to look at her, wanting to instinctively rest his head back on the chair at her ministrations. She released him from her lips and reached to grab him, pivoting her head to distinctly lick the ridge on the underside of his cock, placing more lipstick marks upon him. Burgundy kisses now covered his manhood. These deep red smooches were evidence of every place she’d been, and the visual was enough to nearly send him over the edge into his bliss.
He tried his best to keep his hands gripped to the arms of the chair, preferring to let the sensations be completely guided by his precious muse, letting it always be a surprise as to where she kissed next. Sometimes she used this knowledge to her advantage, teasing him with just the warm pillows of her lips, barely grazing his length until he could no longer stand the teasing, and ended up twisting his fingers deep into her silky hair.
Napoleon used the chair in this room for several reasons: his favorite being the mirrors he had strategically placed around the perimeter that gave him the ability to not only watch her ministrations from the front but to also peek at her delectably shaped ass as she worked him to a tingling frenzy. God, she was a knockout.
Savoring her warmth, his hands found the back of her head to take control, but they were immediately replaced by her on the armchair. Winking at him while her mouth was full of his large cock, she suddenly released him from the warmth and Leon writhed as she blew cold air on his wet member. His doll grabbed his hands and urged him to stand, grazing her manicured nails up and down his legs.
She knew he was already close by labored breathing and the twitching of his cock. Now that he was upright, his sweetheart rose up on her knees and began kissing and tracing her tongue along his hip bones and right at the bottom of his scruffy belly, teasing him by letting him back off of the edge that he was quickly approaching. Her burgundy nails went to hold his balls, caressing and teasing them, causing Napoleon to throw his head back in delicious frustration. He reveled in the sensations she was giving to him.
“Ah, ah, ah, look at me, Leon,” she sang out softly to him as she met his eyes and leaned in to impress pigmented kisses on his balls, marking each one as hers before taking him again in her sinful mouth.
His kitten knew if she stood Leon up and angled his body just right, he could use the mirrors to see a third reflection where he could observe her burgundy painted fingers dance on the back of his thighs and his ass. She used her grip on his ass to push and pull him as she bobbed her head, enveloping his entire length down to his base as her lipstick was beginning to smear. Watching her, Leon knew she was losing herself in giving him pleasure, just like he lost himself when he was plunging into her sweet center. Napoleon moaned passionately, unable to contain his pleasure, which only spurred her further.
She pulled his thick cock all the way down her throat again, managing to place a single deep red kiss mark around his base. Leon was close to losing control, trembling beneath her touch. His doll could feel him thickening and she let her movements become erratic as he tangled his fingers in her hair once more, helping guide her to his building orgasm. As he began to cum, Napoleon’s eyes met hers and he watched her suck his release right out of him, those burgundy lips gripping him tightly while his cum drenched the back of her throat.
She guided his shaking body back into the chair and rose to go to the mirror and readjust her lipstick before continuing their activities. Leon, physically spent, followed her form hungrily with his eyes, soaking in the bliss that his amazing woman had drawn out of him. She crawled in his lap, finally pressing a kiss to his cheek, marking him as her own.
Leon wrapped his arms around his lover and picked her up as he made his way to the bed, ready to worship her beautiful body and reward her for her devotion to the game.
In his head, he was already planning his next color.
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