[ submission ] your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.
titania’s hand was warm against the side of his face. the curve of her palm rounded his jawline, pretty painted nails following suit. he was behaving, partially because she asked him so nicely to, and mostly because he wanted to see the petite fairy try to take charge.
her fingers wound around his neck, squeezing just so when she pushed him down against the mattress. titania was light when she straddled his hips, and it would be too easy to flip her over and fuck her until she was reduced to quivers and gasps. he wanted to, oh he wanted to, but his patience remained when he saw those big, round eyes gazing down at him. blonde curls framed her cheekbones, her smile stretching to reveal white teeth biting down on a plump, lower lip.
the way titania threaded her fingers through hades’ before slamming them down on the mattress was playful, only accentuated by the small giggle that left her lips.
“you’re having too much fun.” hades mused, voice slightly breathless when she ground down against his thigh. her grip tightened slightly, a small sound of pleasure escaping in the form of a sigh.
“so what if i am?” titania countered, eyebrows drawing as her eyes fluttered closed. her breath hitched deliciously when she found a rhythm, knees clamping on either side of hades’ thigh, grinding slowly. those gorgeous eyes were hazy, and just the sight of titania beginning to pant made hades’ fingers dig into her hip. gods, he wanted to watch her crumble.
“no.” titania let out, grabbing hades’ hand. his eyes flashed red, baring teeth, though he still restrained himself from choking her until she cried.
“i don’t like to hear a ‘no.’“ hades warned, eyes holding titania’s gaze. he was so close to taking her just how he wanted, but stopped himself when she lifted her hips only to sink into his cock.
“trust me,” she breathed, nails digging into hades’ chest. “you’ll like this.”
she gasped softly, and her hips began to shift. titania’s pretty lips dropped into a moan when she lifted her hips only to slam them back down, her head dropping, chest flush against his as she whimpered.
his hand eagerly slid across the back of her neck, holding titania so he could see her eyes roll back. fuck. it felt good to feel her so tight around him.
she placed her palms against hades’ chest, once again meeting him with those round eyes, pupils dilated with pleasure. her hips continued to rock, soft pants peppering her next statement.
“you deserve to relax, dear.” titania managed, before a particular nudge against her g-spot made her throw her head back, letting out a cry at the angle. hades didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, not when she felt so good, her riding getting almost frantic and impatient.
hades’ hands gripped titania’s hips, receiving no objection this time when he pushed her down deeper, receiving only a yes, fuck, yes, spilling from open lips.
even when hades shut his eyes before white, hot, pleasure hit him, the image of titania’s back arching on his cock was imprinted on the insides of his eyelids for days to come.
