A/N: I have finally completed the entire series by writing for these lovely fellows. The others will just have to wait until I decide to post them :)
Types of Simps: Lords of Gondolin | House of Feanor | Imladris | House of Fingolfin
The Valar
Manwë – the ‘gentleman’ simp
· So I like to believe that Manwë has Avian traits, thus whenever he’s around his crush, he tends to chirp and ruffle his feathers in hopes of gaining their attention. You know, puff his chest out a bit subconsciously and fluff his wings so you can compliment how pretty they are (he melts).
· Not one for openly dancing like tropical birds when attracting their mate, but if there’s an event and you’re around, Manwë would quietly ask if you would like to dance while shuffling his feet from side to side attempting to impress you with his moves.
· He’ll hum and murmur some words whenever you’re around as he sings before he openly completes the song and whistles to have your eyes on him.
· Like birds, he’s always gifting you shiny objects, and I don’t mean rocks or pebbles he found around the palace, but actual shiny gifts that caught his eyes and he begged Aulё to craft for you.
· He loves to bring up conversations about the sky just so you could talk about how you wish to fly among the clouds or touch them, only for Manwe to spread his wings and offer you a flight.
· Loves to take you on flights just so he can have you in his arms and feel you curl into his embrace. If you fear heights, even better for him, you’re practically clinging to him.
· Gets jealous whenever other birds are around you and are quick to shoo them away because they tend to gain your attention. You love to feed the doves and parrots and watch as Manwë grumbles about it being unfair. If you comment on it, he’d turn red and shut up.
· You can count on him to sometimes break his code of conduct and find him appearing on your balcony at ungodly hours of the night to whisk you away to some field of flowers or mountaintop to watch the sunrise and listen to him make some comment about how beautiful you are.
Námo - the ‘tsundere’ simp
· Listen, this man isn’t going to crack a laugh far least than a smile in your presence because he doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself. He smiles and chuckles internally, but he’s even fearful of doing so because he almost got caught once.
· His brother chastises him for expressing his emotions and nearly got banned from visiting him for years because Irmo teased the living daylight out of him when his voice once cracked when you spoke to him.
· As much as he refuses to openly admit his feelings, he doesn’t run you whenever you decide to visit him or speak, he simply stays quiet and listens with a slightly bored look on his face – even though he’s not actually bored but elated on the inside. Only Irmo can see that he’s smiling.
· The funny thing about it is that if you cried to him or showed any signs that you were hurt or sad, Námo just wants to know who, what, when, and where. Why isn’t important. Just leave the rest to him and he’ll see to it that you’re never bothered again.
· Námo has the tendency to stare at you whether you’re looking or not, he sort of just stares into your soul but in truth, he’s panicking because you caught him and the only thing left to do is continue staring.
· If you’re near him, he sometimes – most of the time – stares at your hands wishing he could be a bit braver and just hold them. Instead, he combusts and shuts down when you held his hand upon asking him to dance during an event. Irmo never lets it go.
· He’s the type to bite his tongue the first time he attempts to confess his feelings and then disappear right after he messed up because he’s planning to throw himself off Mandos. Námo believes that you think he’s weird, so he does his best to avoid you at all costs.
· He does have a strange way of speaking to you when he decides to. You have to squint to understand the hidden meanings behind every sentence because they sometimes come off mean. Irmo had given up on his brother at that stage and decided to shoot him with a love dart to speed the process along.
Irmo – the ‘sweetheart’ simp
· Yes, Lorien isn’t going to pass up the opportunity when presented to interact with you at any and all costs. He understands how he feels for you and is determined to make it clear in your eyes – no questioning his love for you, period.
· Lorien is only just a call away and he’s standing before you – literally, like a puff of smoke and he’s there. Always has a smile on his face and has an arm outstretched for you to take. Whenever he initiates physical contact, he prefers to let you make the first move.
· Stands close to you and charms you with poetry and compliments. They’re just as sweet as him and when he’s done, he flashes you this breathtaking smile to make you melt into a puddle.
· Sends you poems almost every day and when he can’t meet with you, he writes the longest apology letter the world has ever seen just because he couldn’t visit you one day out of the (25/8) entire week.
· Always has his eyes on you, not in a stalkerish manner, but adoring manner like, ‘that’s my lover, the love of my life, I’d do anything for them. I love them more than you do. They could do anything, and I’d still love them.’
· Loves to visit you in your dreams and creates only the best dreams for you and him to spend time together. He literally makes all your fantasies a reality in your dreams – strange.
· Lorien loves to sing for you, and he mostly does so whenever it’s just to two of you during private moments. You’re probably walking through his garden with him, and he couldn’t help but hum until he brings to sing – real smooth.
· Hates to see you sad and does everything in his power to make you happy even though he’s breaking the rules by interfering with your emotions. He knows it’s supposed to be a natural phenomenon, but he hates watching you wallow in sadness.
· His favourite thing to do is be as affectionate as possible before his brother just to show him what he should be like with his crush and how easy it is for him to make a move. You know the ‘this could be you, but you playing games.’
Melkor – the ‘seductive’ simp
· One word to describe him is S M O O T H. He’s really smooth with his actions, and if you’re not turned on or melting, everything is wrong with you.
· Always has a seductive compliment for you every time you meet. Sometimes, he doesn’t even wait on time to allow you to meet, he goes looking for you. Melkor would waltz right up to your smaller figure and corner you with one hand over your head, getting into your space and just silently staring with a smirk because he knows the effect of his presence.
· Brushes your hair out your face and then drags his fingers down you grip your chin and he forces you to look him in the eye. This man lives for EYE CONTACT and knows that you’re weak in your knees every time he stares into your soul.
· Loves to lick his lips whenever you’re speaking to him because he’s staring at how kissable yours look and he’s dying to lean in and have a taste. The most he’ll do is lean in to brush his lips against yours to leave you wanting more or kiss you just at the corner of your lips.
· His voice – holy fuck – his voice is finer than the sweetest wine and he uses that as his greatest weapon. Loves to whisper into your ear, while brushing his lips against the tip as he surprises you from behind.
· He normally waits for you to be the one to initiate the physical contact and when you do, for example, a hug, he pressed his entire body into yours so you could feel every ounce of muscle while chuckling and making some excuse about how you weren’t supposed to feel that. BOI.
· Listen, he’s seductive but he also has class, so black roses just for you accompanied by some onyx jewellery, because he thinks you look sexy in black.
· J E A L O U S Y to the highest degree. He wants to tear anyone, and everyone’s throat out who attempts to put their unworthy hands on you. On one but him gets that pleasure and opportunity. He has threatened to take someone’s hand off before.
· Melkor has this habit of sharing his wine with you from the bottle and not the glass. He’ll drink first, then cup you by your throat, tilting your head backwards and resting the head against your lips to pour the wine down your throat while whispering how good you’re doing. (I don’t even know how you haven’t choked and died from the contact because I would and combust). He wants to try kissing you and pouring the wine from his lips to yours, but he’s waiting till he has you officially.
The Maiar
Eonwë – the ‘enthusiastic’ simp
· At first, he doesn’t truly understand what’s happening and why he is feeling all these positive emotions surging through him, but then Manwë had to be a dad and explain to the poor birb that he is in love.
· Just like Manwë, Eonwë has Avian traits and does the whole singing and dancing fiasco to attract you to him. He’s a lot more open with expressing his feelings and is sort of like a love-sick bird.
· He’s always singing and pulling you in to dance with him. Humming some random tune and gently tugging you into his embrace, encasing his feathers around you both to shut out the rest of the world.
· Loves to take you on flights to give you tours or to look at the sunset or sunrise. More like a bird, he brings you little random trinkets he found while flying and hopes that you understand the hidden meaning and keep them – you do.
· He once saw a play with you and was amazed at the flowers falling from the sky which caused him to re-enact the scene. One morning you were in the gardens and Eonwë decided to fly up above and drop flowers upon your head – I want this to happen to me now.
· He loves when he has to clean his feathers, he’ll ask if you would like to assist him so you could spend the entire day grooming him. Eonwë simply sits and guides you on how to handle his feathers and leaves the rest to you because he’s in paradise when you touch his wings.
· Another jealous birb boy who hates when other birds get close, and you give them your attention. Before you met him, you had a dove you nursed back to health and it grew attached to you and saw you as its mate, was not the best thing for Eonwë to learn. He and the bird nearly had it out.
· Loves when you compliment him because he intentionally puffs up his feather and ruffles them to gain your attention and hope that you praise him. You call him your little songbird because he’s always whistling and singing around you because you’re his mate – got to impress.
· Always leaves behind a feather or more of his whenever he has to go away on trips so you could have a piece of him with you.
Mairon – the ‘tsundere and protective’ simp
· He’s the annoyed type of tsundere simp. One that constantly rolls his eyes at everything you do but is still overprotective. Contradicting in many ways isn’t it, I know.
· Quiet whenever you’re around and listen to everything you say, rolling his eyes in between or making some remark that comes off as him being disinteresting but it isn’t his intention. He doesn’t really talk much around you and opts to remain quiet, taking your voice and presence.
· Always H O V E R I N G. Always around – seems a tad bit stalkerish, but he wants to ensure you don’t do anything stupid because you’re clumsy. He’s always having to rush in to save you from some injury and then blow up about how it could have been worse. What a weird way to show you care Mairon.
· You could ask for help and he’s dropping whatever it is you’re doing with a scowl on his face and complaining about him having more important things to do while helping you. Newsflash, you simply asked for help and not him specifically.
· Subconsciously makes you gifts and leaves them on your doorstep or has them delivered to you with a mysterious note attached to it because he’s your secret admirer. How cliché and smooth.
· Always has a softer look – that still appears stern – on his face in your presence but the moment you leave him alone, he cracks, and a grin falls through. It spreads across his entire face and lights up his entire aura. He’d shake his head and give a small chuckle as he replays all your enthusiastic speeches from earlier making notes about all the things you like.
· Would never admit his feelings even though Eonwe probably has attempted to set up situations to get him to. The most that would happen is him staring you down with a blank look on his face while he’s screaming at himself to say something nice.
· J E A L O U S. He doesn’t like when someone breathes, look, talk, smile or glances in your direction. Even with Eonwe who attempts to help you understand your feelings, he gets absolutely jealous – like Hades from Hercules or maybe that’s Melkor.
· When he does get jealous, he attaches himself to your side the entire day and night wordlessly. He makes some comments about how ‘you’re not safe alone’ and shuts up after because he was about to admit the truth.
· Please, you once held his hand and he stiffened under your touch. It made you believe that he didn’t want you to touch him, but he was howling at the moon. Mairon spent a solid day and night staring at his hand. From then, he did everything he could to get you to touch his hand whether accidentally or not.
Bonus: I originally had Melkor as this
Melkor – the ‘denial/I don’t simp’ simp
· Boy, if everyone had a coin for the number of times Melkor admitted he doesn’t simp for you and then proceeds to simp, everyone would be rich because he contradicts his words to a fault before everyone's eyes.
· His brother would literally tell him that his crush is in the room, go talk to them and Melkor would make some dramatic statement about him not caring and then waltz over to his crush five minutes after to chat with them – bonus: he could never make proper eye contact.
· He denies every statement about him liking his crush which a huge blush on his stoic face and proceeds to make another statement about him not being a simp. It backfires because he’s always seen hovering around you hours later with some lost look in his eyes.
· You once spoke about your ideal type and the next day; he showed up acting and dressed like them. Tries his damn hardest to not make a fool out of himself but he fails. Melkor just believes that he’s tolerating you, nothing more, nothing less.
· The rest of the Valar and Maiar loves to tease him endlessly by making up rumours about seeing you with someone else just to make him blow a fuse and go back on his words about not being interested in you.
· When he does corner you, the first question you could ask him to shatter his brain is ‘do you like me or something?’ you can bet what his response was, let me give you a hint, ‘no – I simply tolerate your measly presence’ while fighting a smile.
· He’s almost like a tsundere but more expressive.
· His brother loves to tease him about how much of a softie you turn him into. Manwe once walked in and saw you putting flower crowns into his hair with the grumpiest look adorning his face. Melkor sat with you for hours without complaining because he enjoys your presence.
the fact that irmo can make you feel absolute, inconceivable thralls of please with so much as a snap of his finger, all due to him being the vala of not only dreams, but desire as well
he doesn't even have to lay a finger on you. all you'll feel is heat pouring out onto you and before you know it your head is tossed back and you're bucking against thin air. gasping, crying and begging for him. oh it feels amazing, mind-numbing even. but you wish to feel him. not only that but while the pleasure was mind-blowing, you couldn't cum. it was a constant tight swell around your stomach which had you an utter mess.
however all you'll receive are tender strokes to your side as he leans down to press gentle, languid kisses to your neck.
“what's the matter, sweet little thing?” he'd tut as you shake your head with glistening tears. begging for some kind of relief, for him to let you cum. instead all you receive is a breathy chuckle from the vala before he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips.
“but aren't I giving you enough? such a greedy little thing. . . are you that needy for my cock?”
· ⊰ synopsis. your lover wanting nothing more than for you to lay all of your desires on him in pure, shameless fashion. seems as though he'll have to draw it out of you ( minors dni ៸៸ explicit descriptions ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ dirty talk ៸៸ slight masturbation )
· ⊰ note. I loved this a little too much. irmo is this my desire for you showing?
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ day xv : fingering
You could curse the very hand that grants you pleasure but you fear that it may result in further lacking of the bliss you crave for. Instead, you part your thighs and work your index further into the softness of your heat in relentless search of your sweetspot. What a miserable thing you are, unable to even find the nerve-ends in your own body that would curl your toes and arch your back.
In fact, you may have even been embarrassed due to the pair of watchful eyes between your legs. Your audience was silent for the time being, licking his lips and summoning all of his valarin patience to not simply dive in and tongue at your slit as though you were his first meal, a fine delicacy to savour. However, he manages to - albeit barely - force down those greedy little thoughts in favour of a greater reward by the end of it all. He'll remain patient, for now.
"Come on, sweetheart. Surely you can do better than that?" Muses Irmo as he cuts a glance to your face just in time to catch the faltering glare of your eyes. He can read you like an open book. The clear look of — if it's bothering you so much then fuck me yourself — evident across your features. Still, he steads fast and lowers his vision back to your centre with nothing more than a chuckle. Your sweet, little slick that meekly takes in your fingers. Fluttering and spasming as though rejecting your digits and clearly begging for his.
"Seems as though you're struggling. Give your fingers a curl, hmm?"
As though you were utterly under his command, you do as told and gasp as your fingertips graze that perfect little patch. It sends a jolt to your spine and you crane your neck to the side to reveal the marks of deep purples left by his devilish lips and equally sinful teeth. Still, it's far from enough to get you off and you are certain he is well aware of it. The vala, your vala, was the master of not only dreams but desires as well. Of course he knew your every wavering fantasy like the back of his palm. It amuses him to no ends. You can simply ask for him, his fingers, his mouth, his cock and it'd be yours in a heartbeat — but your pride says otherwise and your shame even more. It almost irks him.
Should you not put your everything in his hands?
He'll brush it off for now as the mirth outweighs his vexation. Well, that and the glorious, wet sounds of your walls and the miniscule whines slipping from your swollen lips. Witnessing the moisture in your lashes and rapidness of your fluttering lids, Irmo finally has enough and leans over you to engulf you in his warm, comforting presence. Elbow meeting the sheets and tickling your side just as his white strands tickle your face and neck, he croons with honeyed words. "What is it that you desire, petal?"
You all but part your lips as though you were ready to confess. To admit to your wants, needs, desires. Before you can pour your heart out to him and give into his mesmerising pools of violet, you instead find yourself swallowed whole by timidness and embarrassment. Lips that were once parted now quiver at the mercy of your teeth in a final attempt to maintain a tamed state.
But Irmo is a determined being. He will not rest until you, his lover, are fully satisfied. Even if it means drawing out every filthy desire out into the light and fulfilling each and every one of them until you are gasping to the heavens.
Pale fingers wrap around your jaw and coerce your head back with a newfound glint in his hues. "I asked you a question, petal." Urging you to give yourself to him as he always dreams of you to, he lowers himself further so that his presence becomes almost impending. Demanding. "I expect an answer," his smile nearly takes your breath away. And not in the most endearing of ways. "Or should I stuff you full until you are weeping them out?"
There it is.
Is there even a point in holding your tongue? Either you speak now or forever hold your peace. And by 'forever', that means until he's trapping you beneath him and forcing a sinful symphony from the depths of your lungs until they're searing and brining in bliss. Peace certainly will be far from an option then, especially with how your body will violently be flung into a vehement ocean of ecstatic turmoil. So at last you part your lips and release the hungered need that emulated from your squelching core.
"I want you, My Lord -" he bites back a groan " - please do with me what you see fit, I can't. . ." It takes everything within you not to lean up and engulf his lips with yours as your fingers quicken in desperate, aimless attempts to satisfy yourself. "I-I can't fuck myself as good as you do."
That's all the vala needs to hear before his tender touch is tracing down your body, feeling up your curves and squeezing at flushed flesh. The hairs of your skin stand and your body naturally submits to his every graze. For such a divine being — his touch truly is that of the iniquity. As though you felt yourself falling from grace with every stroke, press and adoration of his hands that sculpt over your body as though mapping out your most sensitive of nerves.
So lost in his captivation and the thralls of relief that finally wash over you, you hadn't realised that your fingers instinctively slipped out to allow for two of his against your slit. They slide between your soft, slick folds and collect your glistening arousal. It's almost shameful — how much wetter you become from his touch alone. As though it is the only thing of any meaning to you.
The base of his palm grazes your clit and you bite back a gasp, much to his displeasure. "What have I told you about holding back those pretty noises?" In reprimand those two fingers slip in without a second thought to deliberately force a mewl from your throat and your head to hang back into the plushness of white, satin-cased pillows. As he begins to pump them into your suffocating, desperate heat you shift to bring a hand to your mouth out of habit. However, before you can even inch your palm anywhere near your face a force heaves your wrists down and you gasp in surprise. A single glance up and you witness your skin now decorated with the chained rings of his free hand that now holds you down firmly. He knew your habits all too well.
"I-Irmo," your gasp is left unrestrained as his fingertips find all those perfect patches of your velvety walls. He draws his fingers out only to delve them back in and grind them in upwards motions. "Oh my poor, poor petal." The vala lulls as your juices begin to coat his hand. "Look at this. Look at how your cunt wants my fingers — wants me. Were you going to deny it - and yourself - all this pleasure?"
Your back cranes from the bed and you needn't look down between your legs to know that Irmo was now knuckles deep within you. Angling and twisting his long, slender fingers as they fucked you with hightened accuracy. He knew every nerve-end, every spot, every movement that would have your eyes looping back and your words reduced to hushed little babbles. There was no way in all of Arda that your own hand would be able to reach the depths that he does. Be able to stimulate and elicit those wonderful flutters all over heat. Oh, you almost wish to kick yourself for not simply giving in sooner.
You squeal and begin to roll your hips into his hand as his pace increases and a skillful thumb finds your clit. It's a shame that you are unable to catch the way in which his eyes light up as he sees you finally give in to all the lust he can sense practically pouring from you. "That's it. Good girl. Such a good girl for me, hmm?" All you can do is nod and even open your mouth to respond — something you just might regret. Irmo takes notice and those moderate and tempered intrusions turn into him shoving his fingers further in and fucking you on them so that you are crying out from the abrupt change.
"I-Irmo, wait —" You gasp, crumbling under the adoring kisses that he presses to your neck. Whiplash begins to settle in. How can he be so gentle yet oh so ruthless with you all at once? "You should know better than to hide away these desires from me, right? That's being quite a bad little girl," he croons as his irises glint with mischief. His earlier irritation now seeping out as his thumb grows restless on your taut pearl. He leans over your face, the grip on your wrists suddenly feeling all the more tighter as his lips brush yours.
"I want your everything. I need it." Breathing laboured, he looks down upon you through hooded eyes and abruptly curls his fingers into just the right spot that prompts you to choke out his name oh to prettily. "Your desires," a kiss to the underside of your neck. "Your cries," another to the underside of your chin. "Your cunt." He finally presses his lips to the corner of yours as he presses down on your clit and altogether grows harsher in his movements. "It's all mine."
"Y-Yours — " attempting to gasp your entire body grows stiff as the knot in your stomach tenses and twists. A groan leaves his lips and he further presses his weight down onto you. "Whose?" He encourages to which you respond with a pathetic:
"Yours, yours Irmo! O-Only yours. Oh fuck, I-Irmo —" with his fingers barely even leaving your heat and effectively pounding you delirious, you finally give in.
Tossing your head back into the pillows your throat opens to allow the most melodic, most sinful, filthy, call of his name as your walls altogether tightens and tense around his hand. Sucking him in and pleading with him to never leave as you come around him with quivering rasps and choked out sobs. The pleasure washes over you and you ease your body back into the sheets as he massages the pads of his fingers into a darling little spot, as if easing your orgasm out of you.
Drawing in a breath through your nostrils and mouth, you relish in the sweetness of air —
Before it's taken from you in a cruel advance and replaced by a spluttered cry as his fingers begin their merciless pounding once more. Right into that darling spot.
You attempt to call for him, appease him in some way, but your vision is growing blurry and his chuckle effectively leaves you in a puddle. A submissive, pitiful putty in his hands as he pushes you right back into your high and keeps you there. "Now, did you think I was done with you?" His cooe burns your eyes but all you can do is stammer and stumble on his name as your shoulders roll back and your spine slopes from the mattress.
"Oh indeed. What a poor little petal you are. My poor little petal," he muses, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before leaning in to your ear.
"I'll fuck all that pesky shame right out of you."
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Gives Irmo bouquet of forget-me-nots and lily of the valley: For you, my love (sweet peck on lips)💋
the vala lights up with a bright smile finding his lips. he hums against your lips and holds the bouquet close. “oh you certainly are the sweetest," irmo smiles before leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. he picks a forget-me-not from the bouquet and tucks it behind your ear. “my wonderful little petal.”
A/N: For some time I've been wanting to do something like this for the Silm elves, but here we have Manwe, Melkor and Irmo starting us off instead. Credit to @edensrose since this may bare some similarities to her Incubus AU should anyone thinks so. This started off as a short 2k fic and look at what the power of editing did >.<
Warnings: fembod, Manwe being absolutely jealous and mean, Guardian Angel! Manwe, Demon! Melkor, Irmo makes an appearance to escalate things a bit (he does interact with reader as well), I wouldn't consider this a threesome even though it would have been a great idea as a wild card, implication of breeding and impregnation kink, Melkor being a dick to his brother, competing against each other ughh
Word Count: 3.5k
Synopsis: "Would you ever fuck an angel?" "Ew, no, why would I do that. Angels are just so...just. Demons, however, are more fuckable," if only you understood what you had just said, because there's always two ways to learn: the easy way, and the Order of the Deity way.
Random grimoire found in your backyard, check.
Candles lit and seals drawn, check.
Dress in all black and dimly lit room, check.
The appearance of the summoned demon, check.
The appearance of your guardian angel and another divine creature...no, that wasn't a part of the plan. It never was from the start.
“Can you tell me who’s fucking so good right now mortal?” the delicate whisper of your guardian angel, or perhaps it was a demon or maybe the other divine creature who appeared in your room alongside the others, floated in your ears. The voice was far too stable to think it was the same person making you insane.
Your face was planted into the mattress and tears and drool were soaking your bed, while your precious satin sheets were torn and destroyed and shrewd across the floor. A quick plough of your contender’s hips and your body went flying further up the bed before steady hands gripped your shoulder, pressing you into the bed to prevent any escape. “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast love. We don't run from a good fucking, do we now?” you could pinpoint the exact moment when his cynical laughter howled into your skin, tongue slipping past his lips to lick at your sweet mortal flesh. How long has he desired to taste the nectarine of the flesh of the living? You were simply sinfully delicious and he truly wished to devour you in that instant, perhaps just to piss the other growing darkness in the corner of the room.
“But it's okay if you wish to run away, we can go someplace...private,” Melkor's perfectly pitched voice didn't shift in the slightest as he hovered over you, pushing more of his weight onto your fragile mortal body, choking you into the mattress while tantalizing his brother. Had it not been for Irmo's governance over the situation, Manwe would have flown out of his seat and torn Melkor to pieces, but it was law.
Section 4 of the Order of the Deity Act 1: Should the same mortal be favoured by an angel and demon, they would compete for the claim under supervision. The supervisor would suggests the form of competing.
His thrusts were silent and deadly, not even a faint gasp or moan escaped his lips just his disgustingly pleasant words, giving you no clue about who was rearranging your guts so perfectly. All that mattered was the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your heat and squelching and squirting your release all over his thighs.
The heavy, rough hands on your ass, groping and slapping the flesh as though he was kneading dough told you this person was overly rough and aggressive…and an ass lover, hence the reason for your position. Over the course of the hours gone by, he’s introduced you to positions you never thought you’d attempt; even going as far as to take you anally. At first, you were against it, but when you felt his heavy cock sliding along your heat, the slackened jaw and eye roll told him to continue.
You had lost count of the number of rounds he tumbled you in and out of pleasure, tossing you around like some shiny toy. All you knew was that one was either your guardian angel, who was far from pleased when he watched you from the shadows attempting to summon a demon of unspeakable powers, his brother who had once fallen from grace. And the other was, of course, the demon you had summoned because your foolish self didn’t for a second believe that the spell would have worked. Little did you know that your so-called demon had been watching you for nights and days in hopes of stealing you from his brother’s precious grasp. It was he who threw the grimoire within your grasp for you to summon him, what he didn’t expect was for his brother to be so reluctant to let you go without a fight.
Your third contender who joined the session alongside your guardian angel or demon was the unknown figure. The last thing you had seen before you were flipped face-first into the bed was another pair of silver wings and the most divine voice questioning the situation, but you were wise enough to know that both divine creatures were always made to appear godly in the eyes of mortals. You weren't sure if he was having a turn with you since one of them decided it was best to blindfold you and have you choose (unfortunately, he wasn't). Thus, you couldn’t tell if he had good intentions or bad, all you knew was that one of the three was drilling their cock’s into your drenched heat at the moment and you were forced to concentrate and answer the impending question dangling above your head.
Taking so long to answer, the hands of someone a lot more tender and caring reached to tug your blindfolded head upwards to meet their torturous smirk, pleased with the condition you were being brought to. The longer his hands rested upon your skin, the greater the tidal wave of pleasure grew. He was contorting your pleasure, fluctuating it as he pleased with the most sickeningly sweet laughter following whenever you cried out. The excessive volume of tears that had spilt from your eyes from the start to the current could fill the room and still, it wasn’t enough, not for your contender whose delicious hips drove forward and bullied your soft spot aggressively. His laughter entered your body and leave shivers and goosebumps across every expanse.
“I don’t think they’re able to decide who’s giving them undeniable pleasure right now,” mocking and laughing at your fucked out state below him, the endless chuckles easily made your body cave into them more. “Come on now love, didn’t you summon us for a good time? I think it’s only fair that you tell me who’s fucking you right now.”
“B-But I d-don’t know your n-names – ngghh, fuck,” dropping your head from his grip on your chin into the mattress, you cried into the sheets as you felt your body convulsed as the coil snapped and your orgasm flooded your body. Not once had you felt his hands on your clit and yet, he made you cum untouched. Was it a God instead fucking you and not another divinity? Melkor was reluctant to leave your cunt, not when you were still clenching around him like crazy, attempting to milk him for all he's worth. Wiggling his hips and grinding his tip against your soft spot earned him a series and wails and mewls; the best music to his ears. His body was still stuck to yours, sweaty and hot. You could feel the immense heat surging off him; was it possible for someone to feel that hot during sex? His hands were bound front, rubbing your punch where his cum and cock rested and was whispering words foreign to your ears.
“I should keep my seed in here so that I may return a few months later, and then I'll fuck another one in you; keep you as mine and away from my audacious brother.”
It was then, Manwe flew out of the chair and stormed over to his brother, flaring his wings as if he was going to war. In response, Melkor simply ignored his brother with a scoff knowing that Irmo wouldn't allow him to interrupt his little aftercare bliss. Standing at the bedside glaring at you and his brother still wrapped up together, Irmo stood between him and the bed, preventing him from attacking. “I know you're not pleased, but just let him be,” pausing to take a quick glance at Melkor before continuing, he spoke in a hush-hush tone, “I will assist you with winning them over. For now, just relax.”
Manwe didn't even bother with looking at Irmo once, instead, choosing to grind his teeth at the scene unfolding before his eyes. Melkor was still buried in your cunt, whispering some devilry, but Manwe understood each syllable clearly. As much as he knew his brother was riling him up, he was still fearful of losing you for good. He's been at your side since you reached maturity and guided you through every step of the way, to see you turn to his demon of a brother for pleasure sickened him to his core.
Trapped under your Godly creature, you could feel the buildup of pressure in your hips as he was grinding his and vigorously rubbing your puffy clit, coaxing another orgasm from you. Fighting him was impossible because he was greedy and relentless. The grip he held on your body forced you to sink deeper into the mattress as he continuously pinched and slapped at the abused nub. Within seconds, he tore another orgasm from you and finally released his grip to let you slouch into the bed. His cock slipped from your cunt with a trail of cum spilling out after. You couldn't believe one person was capable of releasing so much cum, but he wasn't just a person. The thought was something you wished to assess but not when you felt a different pair of hands resting on your hips. These hands were soft as clouds but held you with venom.
Easily, you felt the hands on your hips turn your body over to now let you rest on your back. You felt as if you were airborne for just a short moment before your legs went airborne and settled on the shoulders of your next contender. This time, you felt his chest rumbling against yours as his caramel voice rang out above, “Our names are Irmo, Manwe and Melkor. Manwe is your guardian angel, the most displeased of us three and brother to Melkor, the demon you summoned, and Irmo…well, he’s a mix between both worlds. He’s a half angel and half demon you can say.”
In some way, there was a bit of relief knowing their names but you didn’t couldn’t tell who was the angel or demon fucking you, they all took you the same – hard, rough and aggressive. You understood that your guardian angel was the most displeased so obviously, he’d fuck you the hardest, but then you had a pleasure deity in the mix, it was obvious he’s fuck you just as demonical as the others (sadly he wasn't going to). Not to mention, the actual demon sitting in the room who probably snatched your soul already. Nothing was truly helpful and all you were able to do was babble nonsense as your body was pressed into the mattress, basically sandwiching you between him and the bed. The unholy chuckles resonated above you as your hands reached out, scrambling to grip his biceps, ghosting your soul. Whomever he was, he was taking you to heaven and hell in the same thrust. His cock felt unlike any other you had before. The previous contender had weight and girth, but this cock had everything perfect to it. Every thrust, even if it wasn't overly aggressive, knocked the air out of your lungs.
At first, you thought it would be best to make a guess and if you were wrong, then you would narrow things down to just two contenders, “...Irmo?” At the name, Manwe sent a harsh thrust followed by a resounding slap to your thigh. His eyes glowed in anger, while his face contorted to reveal just how disappointed he was at your feeble attempts. Grunting when your wails slipped from your lips, he lifted his eyes to meet with Irmo and glared at the fellow half-angel. Irmo simply responded with a charming smile at the superior creature and arched his brow, causing a greater surge of pleasure to flow through you, making your walls spasm and clench undeniably tight around Manwe's cock.
“Wrong name darling, you have one more guess, or the wrong person gets to keep you forever,” you knew this voice was different from the person taking you at the moment. It was more smooth, like savouring the finest wine of a lifetime. The creaminess of his voice melted all your barriers and prompted more juices to flow freely. But there was a deep vibration in the tremors of his words. Manwe's cock was now covered in cream and cum, but he wasn't pleased with the effects of others when it was he who was fucking you.
Manwe wasn’t sure if he wanted to be tender and loving care with you or rearrange your guts before his brother to show him that you always belonged to him from the start. The way his body easily covers yours, excluding his silvery wings that still remained folded behind his back, occasionally fluttering at the increasing intensity of pleasure throughout the course of the night. A firm hand travelled up your body, over your sweaty skin, aggressively tugging and pinching your nipples before settling around your neck to give a fierce squeeze, sucking the air from your chest. “Ngghh – ah,” scrambling to break free of his clutches as he sucked the air from your lungs, you fought tirelessly and hard, but to no avail were you ever successful.
He was your guardian angel you were fighting against for crying out loud; it was his job tasked with protecting you from any negativity and evil. Yet, not too long ago, you decided to play fast and attempted to summon a demon because ‘demons are way more fuckable than angels; angels are just…just’. Those words didn’t fly over Manwe’s head in the slightest form of acceptance and urged him to show you just how performance-worthy an angel was capable of being over any demon. He was stung deeply by your cruel words since after all, it was he who covered you with his wings in the shadows and protected you with his life. To say such profanities within his unknown presence was a slap to his pride when it came to his ability to perform and satisfy.
“To believe that you preferred a demon to fuck you right now; do you still want that? Do you want me to stop?” slowing his hips and inching himself out until just the tip sat at the edge of your entrance, the hauntingly terrifying chuckle he released when you cried out for him to not stop. He laughed in your face, howling at how pathetic and easy it was to conform you to his will. It was laughter that ghosted your soul when you felt his eccentric eyes boring into your covered one. “You know, whether you want for me to stop, I can’t, not when your pussy tells me you like this. You should see the way she's gripping me,” casting a longing glance at where his tip rested, he fucked himself back into your heat like a frantic man, bruising your soft spot in a series of turbulent thrusts.
“Look at you, going to cum all over an angel’s cock and not a demon…shameful. Do you think my brother would want your cunt again when I’m through with you...because I know he's never going to?” he chuckled at how wildly your cunt spasmed around his cock at the filthy comments he was spewing. The legs resting over his shoulder were pushed into a deep stretch as he pressed more of his weight atop you, sinking your smaller frame into the mattress. Manwe couldn’t help but shine in glee the excitement of having your smaller frame pressed under his, sandwiched into the bed.
“M-Manwe?…oh God...p-please…” whining the name with a gasp that he revealed to you recently, he was beginning to regret it since you weren’t worthy enough to speak it for your tongue.
“Now that’s just cheating brother, you just broke the rules,” at the end of Melkor’s disgruntled matter-of-fact question.
“Be quiet, you of all people shouldn't speak of cheating!”Manwe flashed his brother a harsh glare that made him shut up with a smirk and raised hands before he returned his focus to you.
“You too should hold your tongue and not speak my name. Doesn't deserve to fall from such...a dishonourable mortal,” the anger in his eyes was enough to shut you up had his words not done the trick. You felt embarrassed for a series of events you hadn’t been aware of. Summoning a demon, having a guardian angel and then being fucked into the mattress out of…jealousy, possessiveness, and self-worth? Irmo and Melkor couldn’t help but howl at the noteworthy performance Manwe was putting on for them. Irmo was on Manwe’s side and did his best to alter and control your pleasure in hopes of showing you that your angel was far more capable than the demon you summoned, but Melkor was an entirely different breed of demon. Cut from the same branch as Manwe, only exceeding in power when he fell off the good side, Melkor could pull the same pleasure from you just as his brother and even better.
“You are quite the pathetic mess for such a…virtuous and beautiful creature Y/N. To believe a demon, my brother, would have had you like this, under my watch forever…you must be fucking joking,” his growling was growing with each passing second as his hips dug deeper into your thighs. Babbling some incoherent response to his demonical thrusts while he was growling in displeasure, a hand lifted to slap across your mouth, shutting you up. Manwe was growing irritated at your responses because they made no sense. For someone who he admired for their wisdom, you were surely making him question your logic.
He was beyond displeased with everything. Having to watch you love of his brother and then be fucked by him for the sake of the law, made his temper grow in volumes and soon nature reflected his displeasure. The wind howled outside, knocking the tree branches against your window, the skies were no longer clear, instead, they carried blackened clouds that brought rain and lightning. Thunder echoed in the distance and pleasingly, they struck loudly whenever Manwe rolled his hips harshly against your delicate ones. Any stronger and he'd snap you in half. He had forgotten about this being a competition and that he needed to perform to win your interest, instead, he chose to fuck you like a jealous lover.
“Hmmm – pwlease…I ant um…” fighting to moan and beg through his sweat-covered hand, your feeble attempts were met with a silencing stare.
“What was that; you want to cum? Speak up a little louder darling, just like when you were reading that spell,” his eyes lingered on the contortions of your face in all forms of pleasure as his teasing continued and he ignored your orgasm. The hands around your mouth gripped your cheeks to squeeze them firmly, “if you desire to cum all over my cock, you best start showing some respect, yeah.” His thick cock couldn’t help but bully the gummy walls inside of your cunt, enjoying the tightening every few minutes. A silent 'thank you' was said to Irmo. Your mind was hazed from the terror folding you into your bed and claiming to be an angel when he fucked your cunt like a demon. He was disgusted by his brother's cum covering his cock and being stuffed like cream back into your cunt with ease. A burst of sickeningly sweet laughter and low guttural moans were slowly building up behind the laughter. Manwe knew he was close to filling your walls and removing any trace of his brother, and this time, he was claiming you as his. His brother could go find someone else to sleep with, you belonged to him. Always and forever.
“Maybe I should let you cum and then fill you with my seed, ward off any unwanted visitors. Claim you as mine with a child...hmm. I bet you'd love that; bind us together...” his voice could help but trail off as he analyzed every possible outcome to keep you as his forever. What was the best way to keep his brother away from you? Knowing Melkor, you carrying his brother's seed wouldn't even stop him from attempting to come around, but it was worth the shot. He was a demon, after all, they never abided by the rules.
“Gwod, pwlease et me cum,” still muffled by his hand, you begged as your orgasm was being played with. You were so close to the edge, all you wanted was the extra push.
Snapping his eye over to your blindfolded ones, he dragged the hand off your mouth to yank the cloth off, wanting you to view the actual God that was the reason behind your pleasure, and then returned it to your throat and squeezed tightly. The starry twinkling in your eyes from all the buildup of tears gave you an angelic look. At that moment, Manwe couldn't help but scoff at how pure you thought yourself to be, “Let this be your last warning mortal, don’t ever try to make a fool out of your guardian angel. I won’t be so nice again.”
A/N: I never thought that I'd be writing for the Valar given how much I'm iffy about them in the Silm, but for Lorien, I'd make all the exceptions.
Warnings: fembod, bondage, pet names (reader gets called little one), a hint at size difference, mentions of oral sex (m receiving)
Word Count: 2.2k
Synopsis: Tying up your lover for the first time takes a wrong turn, or maybe a right turn.
“Are you sure about this little one?” there was concernment in his voice but underneath, it was laced with danger, a silent warning to thread carefully with your choice of action.
“Uh-huh, I’m sure. I want to do this,” you replied with the brightest sparkle in your eyes as you were completely unaware of the dangerous trap you were setting yourself up for. You hadn’t the slightest idea just how deadly your famed lover was capable of being. All his honey-dripping smiles and alluring praises were only just a sneak peek of what he was planning for the main course of his meal later, but you were too wrapped up in the innocence of taking the lead to understand.
Gazing at your lover, his hands were bounded together as your smaller ones delicately attempted to wrap ropes around his wrist and fasten them to the headboard. Irmo still remembered the exciting aura radiating as you came bounding into his halls holding the ropes behind your back and bore the sweetest smile ever before proposing the question.
‘Can I tie you up?’
It was not the question you should ever ask him. He had warned you countless times to tread carefully when dealing with matters of intimacy, because he knew when he was in a headspace, it was impossible to get him out. He could never control himself around you properly. Always fucking you like there was no tomorrow. However, he just wasn't sure on how to approach the situation without scaring you, hence, your reason for constantly creating them to rile him up. You did love the times when he'd let loose and be free but Irmo would always apologize about being overly rough. You could tell that he secretly wanted to break ties and ravish you with little to no sense of control and without any remorse, a guilty pleasure.
Looking at you with daring eyes, Irmo arched a brow when he found you taking overly long with making a solid knot to fasten his wrist to the headboard. Not wanting to openly express his displeasure, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh disappointedly as he shifted his body at your leisurely pacing. Were you serious about this? At the rate you were moving, he'd become bones.
“Why are you taking so long little one?” he questioned impatiently, and it made a smirk grow across your face.
“Why does it matter, I thought you didn’t want to do this because I should thread carefully?” you mocked him which was the worst mistake you could ever make.
Silently grinning and choking up a scoff, he hung his head and shook it while blinking away the anger in his eyes, you were too focused on making the last knot to notice the change in his expression. Big on having many intimate moments with you, and when he did, it was mostly gentle and tender. Though, when you did attempt to push him over the edge with your antagonizing teasings, all he’d just do was sit back, relax and plan when to strike unexpectedly. He was capable of being a sneaky devil masked underneath the perfect divine façade. Unfortunately, patience wasn't on his side tonight because he wasn't letting it slip. He was growing tired of these games you’d always play, completely forgetting the power he held literally in the palm of his hands when it came to your pleasure.
Waiting for you to crawl back down, you perched yourself onto his waist, sitting in only a thin see-through nightgown lacking underwear, just how Irmo preferred. While you were wrapped up like a present, your lover was stripped completely and laid himself bare on his bed, open for your taking. His stomach was a taunt and lean with a chiselled chest and not overly meaty biceps to match his physique. His silver hair fell around his body, encasing him in a silver glow making him appear as a gift in your eyes. And his cock was wet with spit and precum from all the previous warm-ups you gave him earlier in an attempt to get him prepared for later. It slapped against your ass, smearing its precum across your skin and staining it.
Reaching behind you for his cock, a hiss resonated from his throat when your dainty fingers gripped him firmly and gave a few pumps before running him through your folds. You could feel the anticipation as he slightly trembled. His body shivered in wait as he felt you teasing yourself by rubbing his tip around your entrance and sinking down on his tip and sliding off. With each passing minute as you continued to do so, he was tugging on the restraints. Any minute a crack would be heard.
“Quit teasing and just put it in little one,” he growled and you couldn’t believe it, he was desperate for attention.
Snapping your eyes over to him, you couldn’t help but roll them before commenting on his attitude, “So bossy.”
Leaning your body over his and looking directly into his eyes, you noticed the swirling storm raging as you sunk yourself slowly onto his cock. His nostrils were flared and his breathing ragged. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he bit his lips from the welcoming tightness and warmth of your cunt. Not being able to keep it in, Irmo threw his head into the pillows and moaned into the bedroom’s air. He was panting and thought for a moment that he was about to die surrounded by your heat.
“Take your time little one, you know it's a tight fit, easy on my cock – ”
“Will you be quiet?” You snapped at him as you were only halfway down his cock. He was always nudging against your cervix and if you were to sink the rest of the way, you’d rip yourself in half. It always amazed you how he was able to make himself fit.
Widening his eyes at your attitude, his head was flung into the pillow to release a burst of devilish laughter that haunted your soul. You were playing with fire. Glancing at you through hooded eyes, Lorien continued to observe through slithered eyes as you attempted to sink your body the rest of the way and only pausing to tremble because you couldn't fit him. Waiting patiently for you to pause at the right moment and take deep breaths, he thrust his hips forward and pushing himself completely in. You fell onto his chest with nailed gripping his shoulders as his hips pumped themselves into your cunt pushing the rest of himself the rest of the way in. He couldn't help but chuckle at your pathetic moans, begging and pleading for more and to go harder, but he wasn’t ready to give in yet.
With ease as his hips drove into yours, he broke free of his bonds with the whisper of a word and brought his arms to wrap around your waist. They were quick to slide off your child-bearing hips and grip your ass as his speed increased. His enormous hands squeezed the plump flesh to his delight and gave light spanks to it. You on the other hand were crying out to him to have mercy and give you want you wanted as he thrust his cock at an angle that grazed near your soft spot but never touched it. He was confused about where all the attitude from earlier had gone.
His cock easily slid in and out your cunt from the excessive moulding off your body during your first few times. He made sure that your body would only contort under his will and remember his cock upon first entry. Still to this day, it was a torturous experience. The way his cock would struggle to squeeze past your muscles while being suffocated to death, Irmo enjoyed the feeling of knowing you would always be too small to take him. The power it gave him made him just a tad bit cocky, but it was a privilege to have you struggle to take his cock. The stretch would send you into a frenzy.
Tumbling in and out of pleasure, Irmo was controlling every sensation your body experiencing at that moment, his way of showing you that he would forever have power over you. Your body was just floating out in the sea of ecstasy, not your usual drowning and you wished to experience that grasp of pleasure if only he would just graze your soft spot. The laughter going in one ear and coming out the next and the grip his hands held on you – figuratively and literally – felt overwhelming. It made your body cave into his desires and will. Everything you were going to do was all under his command, his control, his power that he dangled over your head as if he was toying with a cat.
His hips were always sinful, and it was no different from how they rolled against yours. Calculative and precise with just a hint of venom loving the way you clawed at his chest and breathed heavily as though you were losing your breath. One thrust and your body would lurch forward and up his chest. The hands on your body ran sensationally over your skin, making you squeal and squirm with enhanced pleasure. As much as you wanted to deny his touch, your own body betrayed you and arched into his hands, trembling under every glide of his delicate fingers. All you could do was bury your face in the crook of his neck and whimper.
“My sweet, sweet little one. Look at me, that’s it. Now, here’s how things are going to go from now on,” he paused to suck in a deep breath as he felt your walls clenching around him before continuing, “...you can either let me have my way with you and we can pretend this never happened or…I can fuck you like you desire but never let you cum. Choose.”
Whimpering and crying out his name, he was enamoured by the way it rolled off your tongue; he always was. All the pleasurable sighs you gifted him about how good he was making you feel were praises to boost his already prideful capabilities. He knew he was a God in the area of pleasuring you and your little attitude tonight tempted him to use that title to strip you bare. Manoeuvring his hips to sink his cock as deep as possible into your heat, the grip on your ass held you firmly as his thrusts slowed to a snail’s pace making the multitude of veins on his cock kiss every inch of your heat as it moved in and out, coating itself in the most perfect ring of cream at the base.
“I-Irmo please, I want to cum, please…” you whined.
That was all your lover required to roll you two over, so you laid under and him on top with your hands bounded in his above your head. His larger body covered yours and pressed you into the bed, placing just a fraction of his weight so you couldn't run. His hips never ceased their pounding and shook your entire skeleton. Your bones were rattling from the intensity of his thrusts and all you could do was lie there and take them. Irmo took the opportunity to bring his lips down to yours for a quick distracting kiss as his hands inched yours further up the bed to interlace the ropes around your wrists. He was skilful and witty with his movements; not once did you suspect your lover fastening your hands to the bedhead until he pulled away with a dangerous glint in his eye from the kiss. It was then you realized the trap you had set yourself up in right from the very start. Irmo would have never allowed you to get away with tying him up so easily unless some payback was written in stone.
“I warned you to thread carefully, but you never learn,” violet eyes gleamed into your fearful ones, a dark cynical chuckle escaped his throat as you struggled against the bonds. Tugging and knowing that it was useless because they were ropes specially made by the Vala, you released a whine because this was not how you imagined him having his way with you for your earlier stunt. A completely different scenario resonated in mind.
You were too stunt to speak.
“What is the matter little one? Why so scared? You gave me free rein to have my way so we could forget about your little,” dragging his hands down to grip your cheeks and squish them together, he shook your head, “attitude. So, sit back and relax, you haven't anywhere to go.”
Your response fell short because the next round of thrusts made your back bow off the bed as the air was knocked out of your chest. He purposefully rested his body against yours, pinning you into the mattress so you had no choice but to stay there and take what he gave while lacing your skin in blissful love bites. He was truly a passionate lover, the best you had ever experienced and the only one you had encountered. Everything he delivered was a sensory overload that had your head spin and brain melted. From the brushing of his chest against your nipples to the wicked thrust of his cock past your tight cunt to the breath-taking kisses he gave.
“We’re not even through one round, but let’s see how many more you can last for tonight.”
"Let me make you feel better, baby." With Irmo, please?
❪ ♡ ❫ ── irmo , “ let me make you feel better, baby ”
"Oh have I been neglecting you that much, my poor little petal?"
You bite down onto the plump of your lip in an attempt to keep your slew of embarrassingly desperate moans as you careen your hips up into his hand and buck at the friction he so easily grants you.
"You're simply dripping my love. So wet for me?" Irmo tuts as he presses warm kisses that alight your skin with further want, further need, as displayed by your fingers that meekly tug at his light-coloured robes — desperate to see what is yours. "Yes. . . Y-Yes Irmo, only for you. Please," glistening eyes meet his and you can all but part your lips.
"Please, I need you."
A groan rumbles from the vala and he leans down to capture your lips as he shoves off any clothing keeping him from his prize. His large, dainty and soft hand cups your heat and his palm grinds into your sensitive little pearl so that you're gasping into his mouth. As a result he pushes his tongue past your lips and claims what is rightfully his once more.
You almost feel humiliated with how easily you take his finger, then a second, giving so much as a squeeze around the digits as they pump into your already squelching heat. All the whole his tongue overpowers yours, mingling and pressing into it just as the pads of his fingers curl into all the right bundles of nerves.
"I-Irmo," you whimper against his suffocating lips as he pulls away only in the slightest, seeming the least bit bothered by the string of saliva connecting you both. "Sssh," he hushes, his entire arm moving as he fucks you on his fingers just the way he knows makes your back arch and your toes curl.
"Just let me make you feel better, princess."
His thumb presses down to work at your clit and draw out the rest of your pretty noises as he twists, curls and thrusts his fingers into every little crevice he knew like the back of his hand. "Let me hear those pretty noises," he shudders, leaning down to your ear. "And I'll let you cum for me, princess."
