This Was Way Longer Than I Intended - Tumblr Posts

tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, fluff, cunnilingus, praise, body worship wc: 1k

Currently daydreaming about being in an arranged marriage with duke!simon riley. And after an extended celebration, it’s time to consummate the marriage.

Simon senses your nervousness and tries his best to soothe you, gently letting you know he will never touch you without your permission. Little did he know, since you saw him waiting at the altar, gruff yet dignified in his handsome glory, you instantly knew you had to be the luckiest woman alive. Listening to his soft affirmations makes your heart beat even faster.

You remind him that, unfortunately, if you did not do your marital duties, it wouldn't go unnoticed. "the bedsheets," you remind him. "the handmaidens will know once they see that they’re clean." You giggle as you listen to your new husband grumble underneath his breath about the 'daft fockin' traditions'.

"It’s okay," you take his larger hands in yours, squeezing his fingers softly. His face takes on a look of surprise, not expecting to be held so gently. "i trust you." You smile, gazing up at him shyly.

Simon swallows, nodding his head slowly as he finally lets his eyes stray from your face and down your body. You guide his hands towards your waist as you shuffle closer to him, having to strain your neck to look up at him. He rubs his thumb over your satin nightgown, appreciating its silky texture.

He lets out a breath as he fiddles with the straps against your shoulders, his gaze never leaving yours. You nod your head shakily, your breath coming in slightly uneven once it finally sets in on what you're about to do.

"Words," he demands, his voice taking on a more assertive tone.

"Please, Simon," you whine, your face and body growing warm in embarrassment. He smirks proudly as he slowly slides the straps down your shoulders, gently running his fingertips across the soft flesh unveiled before him.

Once your gown turns into a puddle around your feet, he doesn't waste time roaming his curious hands up and down your newly exposed body, cupping your breasts, massaging your hips, and dragging his palm up and down the arch of your spine.

After he lets out a long, pleased sigh, he walks you backward towards the bed. and you do so, even sitting obediently down at the edge of the bed, all without him touching you.

He smiles down at you, his gaze dark yet soft, and his eyes flitter all over your body.

"God, yer beautiful, luv, y’know tha'?" He groans as he begins undressing before you. He chuckles at your meek 'thank you' in response, eyeing the way your thighs squeeze together as you watch him intently.

He withholds from teasing you any further as he kicks away his pants.

"Lie up against the pillow for me, luv," he commands again, nodding his head upward. You quickly do as he says, scooting yourself upwards and biting back a gasp as he slides off the rest of his undergarments. You're not quite sure where that's supposed to go. Not inside you, surely?

"It's alright, sweetheart," he says to comfort you, though a hint of amusement underlies his soft tone of voice. "it ain't gonna bite ya'." He huffs as he follows you, pinning you against the bed.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words stay trapped inside your throat as your eyes lock on against his twitching cock.

"Will it hurt?" You ask, your voice thin as you gaze back up at his face for reassurance. He grins toothily, his eyes crinkling as he shakes his head.

"Nah, little bird," he grunts, his voice thick and husky. "I won't let it hurt ya'."

You moan softly as his lips connect with yours in a tender kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as his calloused hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently across your cheekbone. You blush deeply as his lips continue to smack against your own, even more so as they descend to your neck and naked chest.

You grasp at his short, light brown strands of hair; a tiny squeak leaves your mouth as he licks over your areole before nibbling at the soft, hardening bud.

“Simon,” you whisper as he gropes at your unattended breast. You arch your chest closer towards his greedy mouth and gentle caresses.

He hums huskily at the sound of his name leaving your lips in such a lewd way. “Feelin’ good, luvie? Yeah?” He asks but frames it more as a statement as he kisses down the expanse of your body, his hands parting your thighs wide as he settles himself in between them.

“Wait - what’re you—” you’re cut off by a trembling moan escaping from deep inside your chest, watching in bewilderment as his lips attach themselves to your pussy and keening further as he sucks hard.

"It's-it's dirty!" You protest, your fingers weakly tugging at his hair in an attempt to pull him away, yet this seems only to excite him further. He groans deeply, shaking his head from side to side, his eyes clenched shut in concentration.

He softly chuckles against your mound, tracing his tongue up and down your labia. "dunno' whatcha' mean, luv." He mumbles, nudging his nose against your clit as his tongue pokes against the rim of your dripping hole.

"Tastes good t'me."

You find you don't exactly have the words to respond to him, only bringing your hand up to your mouth to conceal your growing noises of pleasure. You arch your back deeply, lifting your hips to chase the feeling of his sinful mouth.

"Don't stop," you whimper from behind your hand, your brows deeply furrowed, and your eyes glaze over as you peer down at him.

"Lemme' hear ya'," he growls, shooting you a warning look from between your legs.

"But-"

His glare deepens, causing you to remove your hand from your face with a submissive whimper, grasping at the soft linen beneath you.

"Good girl."

Your thighs clench tight around his face at the sudden praise, feeling embarrassed as he huffs out a laugh.

"Dun't get too excited now, luv." He drawls, his fingers dipping in between your legs to rub slow circles against your clit.

"Y've gotta long night."

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