MURDOC: 🛏️ ( brat taming, grinding, kitchen sex & praise kink)
despite how cool her skin is, the tile of the island is colder, pressed against her cheek. in all honesty, it’s lucy’s fault that she’s in this position, pinned down underneath murdoc, his thigh tight between her legs. he’d been getting on his nerves all day, the corner of her mouth turned up into a perpetual smirk. right now, though, her mouth is curled around a whine, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. he’s already probably soaked his panties, hips grinding down onto her husband’s thigh. she’d been told not to, of course, but it’s never easy to keep lucy from doing things he shouldn’t. it’s all she can do in this position — turned away and under his thumb.
he can feel murdoc’s free hand slide under the hem of her (well, his) shirt, tongue pressing into the side of her cheek. “ don’t want to ruin your shirt, do you? ” it’s playing with fire at this point. she’s aware that he could as easily grab a knife and slip it between her ribs as he could actually fucking her. for a moment, he isn’t sure which one he wants more. her tongue draws against her bottom lip, eyes catching the light from above the island. blonde locks drag against the tile as he locks his gaze with murdoc’s, hips pushing down against him once again. surely he’s getting punished for it, but it feels too good to behave. “ why don’t you fuck me, hm? i know you’re hard and i know you want me just as badly as i want you. ”
she teases, of course. it’s much better to earn it than anything else. @iintimacies