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cheollipop · 8 months

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Hello!! sleepovers fuck yeah i love sleepovers~ firstly CONGRATS on 2k 🥳 the idea of sleepovers makes me feel so soft so my submission would be pure soft loveydovey fluff!! (ot8 ateez ensemble/poly! fem reader)

the idea of (f) reader being sick and unwell and all of the boys scramble to make her feel better and comfort you but it’s also utter chaos because they’re all trying to be the best boyfriend taking care of you! at the end of the day you end up comforting them too and you all end on top of eachother all cuddling watching tv and being affectionate (members that dislike skinship just finding comfort next to everyone)

just picturing them all trying to take care of you in their own way- woo trying to make favourite soup, jongho serenading you quietly, san stroking your hair, seonghwa cleaning you up when you’ve been sick?? like the list goes ON and on for them!! but also them interacting with eachother the competitiveness- the protectiveness acting like you’re dying when it’s literally just a flu 😭

so soft for them🥹

~id also SO be down if some nsfw love making etc was sprinkled or suggested like bathing together and taking care of ALL your needs ygm~

will be bundled up in my blankets all cozy to read your work, hope you enjoy writing it i know i’ll enjoy reading it🥰 mwah

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

omg bunnie hello!! you sent me this beautiful ask so now we're on a first-name-basis tyvm (and you get a tag). "my submission would be pure soft loveydovey fluff" you didn't lie!!!! this is so so SO cute omg, and the way I'm coming down with a cold rn too,, the universe practically sat me down and told me to write this or else. ahem. anyway, I won't lie, I was a bit stuck trying to figure out what to write for this one bc the fluff part is so beautifully written as it is;; so you get smut!! and I'm feeling like a little tease, soooo... hehe sorry~ ^^ thank you so much for your kind words!! I really hope you enjoy reading~ mwah <3

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader x jung wooyoung

w.c.: 0.7k

tags: smut, fingering (f), praise, some teasing, pet names, soft doms!woohwa, but seonghwa's in charge ^^, and he cares more about your health than what you want ^^

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Blunt nails scratched at your scalp, shampoo suds slowly making their way down your temple as Seonghwa worked them into your hair. A damp patch spread through the thin pajama bottoms where you’d been leaning back against his thigh, his body propped up at the edge of the porcelain tub. You sank your body further, chin dipping under the warm water with every exhale, a whine on your lips as skilled hands disrupted the bubbles around your crotch.

Kneeling on the tiled floor, Wooyoung worked your cunt under the veil of floral-scented foam, two fingers pumping bathwater into your heated walls while he took in the breathy noises leaving your mouth.

“Something wrong, love?”

Seonghwa’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, walls squeezing around the digits fucking into your g-spot with practiced ease. “Hwa, please.”

“You asked for this, didn't you?” He teased, massaging the spot behind your ears with his thumbs.

“No,” you whimpered, “wanted you to fuck me, please,” you rutted against Wooyoung’s palm, trying to create friction over your clit.

“And he said no,” Wooyoung—head tilted in amusement, his eyes focused on the progressive shifts in your expression—reiterated Seonghwa’s earlier instruction, scoffing at the angry leg kicks creating soapy waves around your immersed figure.

“Darling, you’re sick,” the older man tilted your head upwards to meet your narrowed gaze, leaning down to press a kiss to your heated forehead, lips pausing over your skin before pecking it once more and moving away as he straightened up. “I’ll fuck you nice and full once your fever goes away, how’s that sound?”

An exhaled laugh blew out of Wooyoung’s nose, the effect Seonghwa’s words had on you evident in the tight squeeze around his fingers. You nodded enthusiastically, eyelashes fluttering while he peppered a few more kisses over your temples and nose, only for your attention to be drawn back to the man at your side, head snapping towards him as he began pistoning his fingers into your cunt with restless vigour.

“I’m the one making you feel good, pretty girl, pay attention to me,” Wooyoung cooed, his free hand cupping your face, thumb tenderly caressing the highest point of your cheek while the fingers stuffed within your drenched pussy guided you towards the steep edge of your orgasm.

“Woo, please, ngh- I’m,” your spine arched against the porcelain, the pressure in your lower belly growing hastily and your pussy leaking hot slick into the tepid water.

“Come on, darling, show me how hard you’re gonna come on Youngie’s fingers,” Seonghwa’s honeyed tone reverberated in your ear, delicate hands kneading into your tense shoulders.

Your hips lifted off the tub to meet Wooyoung’s thrusts, his fast-paced rhythm shifting to deliberate glides of his fingertips over your sensitive gland, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashed through you, your body floating off the edge while Wooyoung guided you through it with mumbled praise. Plush lips planting kisses over your damp skin, a warm stream of water washing the floral shampoo out of your hair while you spasmed under the two men’s touch. Your voice—hoarse and broken—echoed between the tiles, persistent fingers languidly stroking your walls as you came down from a mind-numbing high, reaching between your quivering legs to paw at them until they left you stretched out and empty, clenching around nothing.

It took you a few moments to take in your present state, to register the deep breaths in the steamy room as your own, to feel the rough washcloth wiping off the layer of sweat glimmering over your skin, another set of hands kneading the flesh at your hips to ease the trembles shaking your figure. You sighed as you relaxed back into the hard surface behind you, eyes only fluttering open when Seonghwa broke the comfortable silence, lips parted and hand loosely clutching the cloth near your breast, the hard length of his cock throbbing against the back of your head.

“My good girl,” he smiled, eyes brimming with lust as he took in your limp, fucked-out form. “‘Gonna get better quickly, or will I have to fuck you back to health?”

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #cromernet #park seonghwa x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #park seonghwa smut #jung wooyoung smut #seonghwa x reader #wooyoung x reader #seonghwa smut #wooyoung smut #ateez imagine #bunnie 🐰

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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@makeupmonsters

He came in by the open window again (and maybe that’s why you left it open, but: shh), hands scrabbling for purchase before he hefted his skinny, noodle body by increments into your bedroom. It took him what felt like 10min, during which you’d only continued painting your toenails.

After heaving himself in, he sits at the foot of your sill, panting.

“No, no,” he wheezes, “I’m all right. No need to get up.”

“K,” you say as you spread your toes, assessing the paint job.

“Bitch. I’m gonna dick you down so good.”

You turn to him. “I can see that”

He gives you the finger.

There’s a glass of water on your night table, and you pass it over to him; Mary drinks it down in big, greedy gulps—1/3 of it spilling out the side of his mouth and dribbling down his neck to stain the collar of his tee. He hands it back to you, empty, as he wipes off his chin with the back of his hand.

“Thanks,” he says.

You shrug. “You better be sweating it out over me soon.”

He smiles with too much teeth. “That can be arranged.”

Soon enough he’s on you—and you can only hope your toe polish is dry enough—with too much tongue and all of his weight pressing into you. He’d taken off his studded, denim vest—but his belts still jab into you, so you squirm out from under him and onto your side.

“Fuck,” he says as he slobbers onto the side of your cheek, “I can’t wait to feel you around me. I’m gonna get you all dirty.”

You’re pretty sure he means in a sexy way, but with his hygiene, he could also mean literal dirt and fleas. You try not to think about it, instead wiggling around so that you’re grinding your ass against his erection.

He sucks hard on your neck as he ruts into you. “Mmm, fuck yeah. Lemme feel that sweet ass, baby.”

His hand creeps under the hem of your shirt, splaying against your stomach before it inches closer, closer to the waistband of your sleep pants. A part of you can’t wait to feel his fingers on you and to have him drawing pleasure out of you … but a bigger part can’t help but remember the dark crescents under his nails and ringing his cuticles, the dirt embedded in the whorls of his fingertips. And—as much as you want his cock—you can’t help but remember the smell between his legs that had you gagging for an entirely different reason last time.

All too soon your brain can’t help but remind you of the rumors that you’ve heard—and Mary does nothing to dissuade—of what he gets up to in graveyards.

Suddenly you’re jumping off the bed, away from his touch; his hands are still positioned as if he were still holding you, and the bulge in his jeans is obscene. He looks up at you, startled.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“I just um,” you stutter as you edge toward the door, “I just need a second.”

You see his brows furrow, his mouth almost forming a word, before you’re fumbling with your doorknob and hightailing it to the bathroom. Once there, you sit on the toilet seat with your head in your hands. The throb between your legs is insistent—but you can’t unknow your thoughts on Mary’s … grime. He’s only a little selfish as a lover—better than you’d initially given him credit for the first night you’d taken him home in a tipsy haze—so you really were looking forward to the dicking down he was going to give you.

But … you’re sober now and: gross.

If only he … . And just like that, you have an idea.

It takes longer than you expected—and honestly you’re half certain Mary probably got bored and left—but when you shimmy back into your room in nothing but your robe, Mary’s still sprawled on your bed, nails half done in the color you’d been using: jungle red.

He looks up at you with a soft Dafuq? you think is meant to convey concern.

You lower your voice to give it a “sexy” intonation. “I prepared something special for you. How ‘bout you strip and follow me, hmm?”

A vulpine smile cracks Mary’s face, and he’s all at once trying to scramble off the bed and take off his clothes as he stumbles behind you. You back into the bathroom—your hand toying with the tie at your waist—as Mary yanks off his ripped tee by the back collar and hops out of his jeans, his clothes now a treasure trail on the floor.

By the time you’ve backed yourself into the tiled wall—your robe undone and dangerously close to parting—Mary is just down to his holy, threadbare boxer briefs. He’s too fixated on the sliver of skin that you’re showing to really be too much aware of anything else in the bathroom. He leers at you—biting his plump lower lip—as his hands go for you.

Which is when—smile firmly fixed on your face—you give him a little shove. He wobbles unsteadily, a look of confusion on his face, and you give another. This time, his arms windmill out, and he grabs onto your shower curtain to right himself … but you’re already right there, giving a jab to his chest. Pulling half the curtain off it’s hooks with a plink plink plink, the back of Mary’s knees hit the lip of the tub, and he goes splashing into the hot, soapy water filling it.

A tidal wave sloshes over the side, splatting on the floor and bathmat, as Mary lets out an ungainly GAH before the receding oceans close back up over him. Even though you’re now fully exposed, you can’t help but cackle at Mary’s situation: he’s half sprawled in the tub, his legs sticking up and out, as his half-wet hair sticks to his face, soapy rivulets dripping down his cheeks. He’s eyes flash with murderous intent … but honestly he just looks like a wet, angry cat.

“What. The. Fuck,” he spits as his hands slip slide against the bottom of the tub for purchase.

You grab his scrawny ankles and chuck them into the bathwater, sock and all, even as he squawks in protest.

“Your dick is good, Goore—but you’re not sticking anything anywhere until I’m sure you’re squeaky clean of whatever the fuck it is you get into.”

“Fuck you, get off,” he bitches as he trashes about, water going everywhere.

You grab a loofa you’d had the forethought to soap up, and start scrubbing—behind his ears as well as his neck and shoulders.

“Fuck, all right—Jesus,” he whines as he squirms away from you. “Lemme fucking do it.” He yanks the loofa away from you, never breaking his glare at you as he begins to scrub himself down. At this point his hair is wet, limp against the sides of his skull and his forehead. The remnants of his makeup are the black ring around his eyes and the white cake sticking to his hairline.

“Don’t forget—” you start as you point to his face, and he snarls at you.

“Bitch, I’m getting to it. Fuck off.”

Settling onto the toilet seat, you draw your robe back together.

Mary’s eyes follow you. “Aw, c’mon!” he whines.

You put your bare foot up on the tub lip, curling your toes over it.

“Be a good boy and clean your ass, and I’ll take the robe off.”

Mary scowls at you and crosses his arms.

“You’re an awful lotta work for a casual lay.”

You shrug unaffectedly, even though your heart is thumping.

“Then go fuck someone else. I’m not stopping you.”

You put on an air of nonchalance that you don’t feel as you as Mary stare at each other. Finally, he lets out a huff and a “whatever,” before he’s peeling off his boxers. He throws them out of the tub, and they hit the wall with a splat before they slide down to the floor in a sloshy mound.

Mary cleans himself almost shyly, and you close your eyes as you rest your head against the side of your sink. There’s some splashing around, and then he says, almost quietly,

“Ok, I’m done.”

You open your eyes and look at him, pale and naked in the now-scummy water. He’s still glaring at you, but the intensity has dimmed somewhat as he crosses his arms in front of himself. Smiling, you untie your robe, letting it pool at your feet before you remember the puddle of water. Mary’s eyes laser onto your naked skin before you’re stepping into the water.

“Um—”

“Shh,” you say, putting a finger to his lips before flicking the drain lever open with your toe. You reach past his sitting form as your fumble to turn on the shower.

“What the f—” he sputters, but you’re pulling him up and drawing him into a kiss. As the spray sputters from cold to hot over you two, you reach down to grab at Mary’s ass, bringing him flush with you.

“Yeah, ok,” he mumbles into your mouth.

Twining your fingers into the wet mess of his flat hair, you say, “If we’re only going to get dirty again, I think we should stay here.” Your hand slides to wrap around his half-hard dick, and he moans, quickly reaching down to touch you. Even as the two of you pet at each other, your one hand reaches up to grab his jaw so that he meets your eyes.

“You may be dicking me, Goore—but I’m the one in charge. And next time I expect you to be clean, or I’ll peel those digits off before you get halfway through my window. Got it?”

He swallows hard—adam’s apple bobbing—before giving you a short, curt nod, his eyes blown wide.

“Good. Now, let’s get filthy.”

#asks #...kinda #mary goore #mary goore x reader #n/sfw

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elizabeth-marston-roberts · 5 years

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Wayward Urges | Mary Linton x F!Reader |

Okay so the inspiration for this came from this by Annie. Let’s face it, it’s almost always Annie that inspires me lmao

Pairing: Mary Linton/Gillis x F!Reader (Mary hasn’t been married yet in this)

Rating: M. Very M. 18+ Only

Words: 4,247

It's late at night as Mary approaches the hotel. It's shabby and worn and if her family knew she was here, it'd be hell to pay on her. Her cloak covers her nice clothes and there's no visible jewelry on her body like this, and her bangs do a nice job of shielding her face to the strangers of this midsized town.

Despite her nerves tingling with anxiety, she knows this is the best place that could've been chosen. A small town talks too much, and a larger town would be far too close to home. But this place, while on the map, isn't beautiful and that's why most either forget or never visit it in the first place. Nobody here would know, or ask about, her name.

She doesn't meet the eyes of the person at the counter while she murmurs a name to them. The name of the person she was meeting here, the one that convinced her to make such a journey. Her heart skips a beat when she's given a key, and slowly, she takes herself upstairs to that room. She has no luggage, but she knows the woman in that room will have her taken care of.

Mary stands in front of the door, staring at the number on it. The key has the same number, she knows it's the right room, and yet, she's afraid of how very wrong it could be. Her chest rises with her deep breath, and then she uses the key to slip discreetly into the room.

The bed is untouched and there's a suitcase at the foot of it. She twines her fingers nervously and her teeth just barely bite at the inside of her lip. The lamp by the bed is lit, though dim, and the door adjacent to the bed is open, a brighter light spilling out. She calls out the name once again, cautiously, and her heart pounds harder at each footstep.

"Miss Gillis?"

Mary jumps, having been too deep into her thoughts to realize anyone was in front of her, much less speaking to her. She blinks and focuses, clasping her hands together in front of her. "I-I'm sorry; I must've been daydreaming. What was it you were saying?"

Smiling gently, you hold a towel to her. "You requested a fresh towel for your bath?"

"Oh! Yes." She nods and takes it, her fingers clenching tightly into it. "Thank you."

"Of course, Miss Gillis."

Mary's mind is absent again as she turns to go to her bathroom, but before she's too far gone she turns slightly, looking at you with a soft smile on her lips. "I know I keep telling you to call me Mary."

Grinning, you shake your head. "Your father would have my head."

"... What Daddy doesn't know, doesn't hurt him." She quickly turns and walks out of the hallway then, leaving you confused as you watch. That wasn't quite typical of Mary, to suggest evading her father's rules under his nose.

"Mary." You grin and approach her, removing her cloak. "You made it here alright, I presume."

"I did." She nods, her eyes soft and a small tilt to the corners of her lips. "I see my name is no longer something you are afraid to say."

Laughing softly, you take her hand and brush your thumb across her knuckles. "I suppose the fact that we're in this place together is enough of a supposed sin if your father were to ever discover it; a change in greeting means nothing in comparison."

Mary swallows thickly, heartbeat increasing once again. Sensing this, you bring her hand to your lips for a soft kiss. Her cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn't pull away. You glance into her eyes and speak in a hushed tone.

"Is this still something you want, Mary?"

Mary reclines in the tub, the soapy water warm around her body. This wasn't a bath for the purposes of cleaning up; she'd had one the night before. But a bath provides her some alone time, and she needs just that.

An insatiable urge had risen inside of her, and more importantly at the one part of her she didn't think she could touch. It was a sin, and she was not married either. While Mary had never understood the why of the rules, she regardless followed them with rigor.

But ever since the feeling approached her, she couldn't rid herself of it just by praying it away. She tried, she failed, and the entire night she spent in misery without a wink of sleep. Today was just as uncomfortable, and after a twenty-four hour period of dealing with it, she's at her breaking point.

Her legs tremble when she spreads them, though her hands remain loyally on her stomach. The water against her skin was a nice start, but like this it could never be enough.

Closing her eyes helps. She's in her own world, with her own rules, doing whatever she wants. And right now, she wants to be touched in a way nobody has been allowed to touch her before.

"Yes." She whispers back, nodding her head eagerly. "I want to be made a woman by you."

"You are just that no matter your status of virginity, Mary." You smile kindly and cup her face, your palm soft against her cheek. "Come. I've drawn up a bath for you."

Mary walks behind you, her fingers tangling as she wars internally with two parts of her mind. She looks in the tub and smells the vague scent of mint in the room whilst appreciating the fact you've chosen to close the door behind her, even if no one will be able to come into the hotel room and see what's taking place.

"How do you know of this place?" She asks.

"Well, Mary, I've never had a home like you have. I was born out of wedlock and my mother was cast aside, and I became a bastard. We roamed around, she took to whoring for easy income... And when she died I just kept going. Tried to find work where I could; my latest job has been with your family, obviously. And when my time there is over... I'll find another place to be."

Mary frowns at the insinuation. "You... You would leave me?"

Your hand rests on her shoulder as you stand before her. "I don't plan to anytime soon, dear."

"But... You will leave?"

"I will leave your family, but I will never leave you."

Mary finds more comfort in that than she should. That way her father couldn't touch whatever it is you had together... It was wrong, maybe, but as a nineteen year old woman, she felt like she could afford a hidden rebellious streak.

Her smile is gentle and her dark eyes shine for you. With a comforting squeeze of her shoulder, you let go and gesture to her body.

"As beautiful as those clothes are... I don't think they're suitable for a bath."

"I should suppose not." She rubs her lips together, hands suspended before her. Does she disrobe herself? Does she let you do it?

You take her hands and place them behind your neck as you step closer. "You trust me, Mary?"

"Oh, you know I do." She whispers, and then she lets you kiss her.

Her lips are smooth and well-taken care of, and she's nervous but she's trying. Your hands don't wander; they're on her hips and staying there until Mary demands more. This is about her, after all.

Mary's a little more insistent now, another barrier in her mind broken as her hands come from your neck to your cheeks and she pulls you closer. Your hum of appreciation sparks something deep in her belly, and the way you pull her body to yours, the feeling of being handled in a less-than-delicate manner she'd never felt before, made the urge between her legs flare up harder than ever.

She can't hold back the squeal behind her lips, nor can she hide the way her body shivers, covering itself in goosebumps. Her cheeks flush with your resulting chuckle, and she's slow to open her eyes when you've broken the kiss. You sweetly press your slightly stained lips to her forehead and brush her bangs from her eyes.

"You bath will run cold, Mary."

She runs her trembling finger along her closed slit. Her pubic area is covered in her dark hair, but she'd secretly always been a fan of trimming it down to a less unruly look. Mary sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it as it shakes. Such a simple touch did so much to her.

Her other hand rests on her lower belly while her legs open up a tad wider, her instincts guiding her finger around the opened lips of herself still, though she begins to feel something that isn't the bathwater at the tip of her finger. Her darker nipples are cold and hard, as the upper half of herself is above the water line.

A barely audible sigh slides between her lips. Her finger continues to circle her thin lips while the hand on her stomach travels up to cradle a breast. She'd touched her chest before, but never in this way.

She touches her nipple lightly and hisses, pulling her hand back. The sensation was like lightning had struck her and left behind a feeling of pure pleasure; she realizes now that they weren't purely to feed an infant.

Mary presses her hand against her mound and rubs slowly, savoring her own touch. Her head tilts back against the tub and a low, shaky sigh escapes her lips. She experimentally lifts her hips against her hand, breathing out another small gasp as the pleasure mounts.

She dares to touch her breast again, taking the pad of her finger and rounding her areola at the same slow and steady pace her hips are moving against her palm. Mary's in no rush now; as the water chills she's finding herself more turned on and more in tune with her body's demands than ever before.

Mary nods and allows you to undress her. She can't bring herself to meet your gaze as her body is revealed, piece by expensive piece. You press your lips to the warm, tanned skin of her neck once her body is in the open for you, her fingertips ghosting over your jaw as you litter her with your loving kisses.

Your hand glides from her side, slowly, crossing over her stomach and stopping above her invisible panty line. "Beautiful."

You pull away, taking her hand and bringing her closer to the silver metal tub. She holds your hand tightly while stepping in, letting go once she's seated. You smile and kneel down, rolling your sleeves up and resting your arms at the edge of the tub, your chin settling on your folded hands.

Mary gives you a soft smile, and she giggles quietly at your flirty wink. You take her hand and kiss her knuckles again, holding the kiss for a beat. Her index finger breaks free of the slight hold and she pokes the tip of your nose, laughing.

You laugh with her, kissing the pad of said finger. "Silly girl."

"Woman." She says with a gentle confidence that makes your heart swell with giddy pride.

"Woman." You agree, tilting your head to her. Your hand dips into the tub, the bubbles swirling with the water and Mary's tanned skin visible through the gaps. "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

Your fingers carefully grasp her slender calf, pulling it up to the edge of the tub. Your hands lather her leg slowly, starting from her toes. She wiggles them and laughs as your fingertips playfully dance along the bottom of her foot, pulling away until you catch her by the ankle.

"I like this side of you, Mary." You grin, eyes bright and merry.

You venture into Mary's bedroom with a fresh set of bed clothes. The door to her bathroom is tightly shut, but not soundproof. A sharp gasp sounds from behind it; it's low and otherwise blind to anyone else's ear but yours.

Frowning, you approach the door. Is she hurt? Did she slip? The possibilities are endless in your mind and you don't stop to think before stepping inside the room.

Mary jumps with a shriek, closing her legs and trapping her hand between her thighs, using her other arm to shield her breasts. Covering your mouth but doing nothing for your widely-opened eyes, you and Mary stare at each other in stunned silence.

Finally, you find the will to close your eyes and leave the bathroom. Heart thumping rapidly, you recall the sight that had been just before your very eyes.

Mary, the beautiful young lady you'd grown close to during your stay, was naked and wet in the tub, touching herself? You shiver at the thought, trying to remember the precious second you had to see how she looked before she'd been startled.

Her lips were parted and her eyes closed, while her fingers were gently twisting her pert nipple. Mary's breasts had been something you imagined before, and late at night while in bed, but the imaginations could never compare to the real thing you just received an eyeful of. Her legs were slightly spread and she was undulating against her hand, and never before had you wished for your head to be in a specific place until then, until now.

You busy yourself with changing the bedding, trying to ignore the horny thoughts developing. Has Mary done that before? Perhaps on this very bed? You regard the sheets with more care than you normally would at that ideal.

Mary steps out, humiliated and tightly wrapped in her towel. You bite your lip when she won't meet your eye; she's not even staring in your direction.

"Miss Gillis.." You offer quietly, eyes soft.

"Please don't tell anyone." She says quietly. "I just... I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to apologize for, dear." You take two small steps toward her. "Your family may take issue with self-pleasure, but I certainly don't. I grew up differently... I only think more of you for this."

Mary looks at you finally, tears in her eyes. "It is sin, what I've done... But my body, it... It begged me to..."

"When you learn to live without worry of sin, life becomes much more liveable." You approach her carefully with a handkerchief, wiping away astray teardrops.

Mary's shoulders droop and she rests her head on your shoulder. It's a brainless motion when your arms encircle her warmly, hands firmly on the towel and not her damp skin.

"Did you get to finish?" You mumble against her dark hair.

"Ah... I... Don't know what you mean by that."

A soft chuckle escapes you, and while you press a kiss to her temple, you hold her just a tad closer. "That tells me enough. Now tell me this: Do you trust me, Mary?"

"Admittedly, more than anyone."

Your eyes widen and you pull back to see her eyes. "In my short year of tending to your family's need, you trust me most of all?"

"... You take care of them because you are paid to. But... I feel you care for me because you want to, and because you like to. I've never felt like that before; not even from my own father."

"You're absolutely right." Grinning, your lips press a quick kiss to her forehead. "If you'll have me, Miss Gillis, I'd like to take care of you in another way."

"Not here!"

"Of course not." You pet her hair gently. "I'll set something up and instruct you further from there. Nobody will intrude or ever find out. I swear that to you."

Mary looks into your eyes, a hopeful glint in hers. Her eyes flick to your lips momentarily, her cheeks developing a rosy color. Your chuckle is quiet and the soft kiss you leave on her lips is chaste.

"I'll be seeing you soon, dear." You wink slyly and pick up the old bedding, leaving Mary by her lonesome in the bedroom.

"I do too." Mary relaxes, allowing you to continue lathering her leg. She feels every sensation of your hand on her skin as you inch up her thigh, getting closer and closer to her sex.

Your hand doesn't make it that far before it's back down to her knee. You leave an occasional kiss on any random patch of her skin while you clean her up, smooching between behind her knee, or the side of her wrist, or the curve of her shoulder. Your fingers' intentions change as you finish scrubbing her clean, taking on a more sexually charged touch.

Closing Mary's legs, you instruct her to curl them and tuck her arms under her knees. You push her knees to her chest and she leans back farther, exposing her body to you in a new way. Winking at her, your gaze turns to the gem between her legs.

Reaching a hand out, you caress her thighs first. The bubbles have dissipated and you can see her puckered hole beneath the waterline, and you chuckle to yourself at the notion of Mary and anal sex in the same room. Perhaps one day, if you could continue this with her after tonight, she could be convinced. But for now she would remain a virgin in that area of sex.

You run your finger along her closed slit, watching as she shivers and gasps sharply, jerking forward at the strange touch. Your hands rest on her arms and you tilt your head to look into her eyes, a serious expression on your face.

"Are you still okay to do this, Mary?"

"Yes, yes!" She nods eagerly and resumes her position. Your smile can't be held back, and neither can your hand as you reach back into the tub.

"I'm going to touch you again." Your warning is soft and given with plenty of notice before you rub her slit again.

Mary shivers again, but it's not as violent of a reaction this time. She swallows thickly at your ministrations, closing her eyes as the feelings take over her. All you've done is slowly move your finger up and down the outer layer of her sex, and yet it's made her feel as good as she did when she was grinding against her palm.

"So gorgeous." You breathe out, adding a second finger to the torturous drag. "My goodness, Mary... I've had my share of lovers, but none have been as breathtaking as you. Look at you..." Pushing her legs open, you use two gentle fingers to open her up and gaze at her wet, bright pink labia.

Mary blushes fiercely, covering her face with her hands. Being this exposed was one thing, but being opened up for you was entirely different. She loved it, loved the feeling of you having something nobody else had ever seen or touched.

"Let's get you dry."

Mary whimpers when you pull away, taking her hands from her face and grasping the edges of the tub. Readying her towel, you've got her out of the cooling water and wrapped up not only in the towel, but in your arms as well. Mary smiles, having temporarily forgotten how aroused she is, and kisses your chest.

You swoop down and capture her lips in a kiss more persistent than the last. She follows along as best as she can, her lips opening up when your tongue prods invasively. Gliding your tongues together for a beat, Mary soon finds herself unbothered by the string of saliva between you as you part.

"As much as I love to kiss you, darling, I think my tongue has a much better use right now." Leaning in for one more kiss, you put your arm around Mary's slim frame and guide her to the bedroom.

She sits on the bed, loosely holding the towel around her. Her eyes are on you as you kneel before her, uncrossing her ankles and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. You lick your lips and glance at her with an intense, horny gaze.

"If at any point you want me to stop, tell me."

"I... I won't-"

"Promise me, Mary, that if something changes with how you feel that you will tell me to stop. If you can't do that, then we can't continue." It only felt slightly dirty to potentially deny her what she'd craved for several days, but as a young woman she needed to know how to approach sex no matter who her partner is.

Mary bites her lip. "I promise I'll stop you, if it's too much for me. I promise."

"Thank you." With a smile and a sultry wink, you dive in between her thighs.

Quickly slinging her legs over your shoulders, the tip of your tongue traces the same pattern your fingers had earlier while in the tub. Mary's reaction is a jump and a small, adorable squeak that just eggs you on, and soon your tongue has pushed beyond her outer folds.

"Oh!" Her thighs squeeze your head a bit when you just barely ghost your tongue over her hooded clitoris, and her hand smacks over her mouth. This place may not care what's going on in this room, but that doesn't mean she wants them to know what's happening anyway.

"You taste so good baby." Your whisper is husky and the second you've uttered it, you're right back against her.

Mary clenches her jaw shut tightly and she lays back against the bed, her hand resting atop of your head. You groan when her nails massage your scalp, sending a lovely vibration directly against her clit, even if for a short time.

You reach a hand up to rest between her breasts, an extra thump to your heart beating when Mary's soft, delicate hand rests on top of your own. She's got you held in place, where you belong, and there's nowhere else you could picture being. The world could end right now and your only regret would be not yet breaching Mary's first orgasm.

She whimpers softly as your tongue swipes sloppily, pressing flat against her clit and swirling random shapes against her slit. She's shaking, and her hips begin moving against your face, just as she had done to her palm. In the back of your mind, you make a note to have Mary sit on your face in the morning before checking out of the hotel.

You lay your tongue flat against her clit as she grinds against you, massaging one of her breasts and chasing her climax. Mary's whimpers and moans start picking up as the pleasure mounts and her hips move faster, so she grabs a pillow and hides her face in it to try and muffle the sounds.

Pinching and twisting her nipples, your other hand grabs her hip and stops all of her movement. Before she has time to react, your tongue is flicking against her clit nonstop and you feel a gush of wetness against your chin as the slick dribbles out of Mary's entrance. Not wanting to surprise or overwhelm her, you save your thoughts of penetration for a later time.

You suck on her clit, and then Mary feels something burst. She squeals into the pillow, her back arching beautifully all while your fingers continue to play with her left nipple and your tongue swirls all around the hidden little nub between her legs. Her legs shake and trap your head as your tongue slows down to gentle little licks, only pulling away entirely when Mary's body collapses against the mattress.

Licking your lips, you watch Mary's chest rise and fall in the dim light. The pillow is still against her face as she collects herself as best as she can, which is to say she's absolutely unmoving while she gasps for air. You chuckle softly and stand, gently climbing over her body and rolling the pillow away.

Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted softly. You lean down and press your lips to hers briefly, then shoving your tongue into her mouth so she'll taste herself. Her tongue slides against yours, licking away at her own wetness while tasting what is absolutely you underneath it.

When you pull away and settle Mary in, she looks at you with a glow that the lamp surely doesn't provide her. The smile on her face is tired, but happy. You take her hand and kiss her knuckles as you lay beside her, your nails lightly dragging across the skin of her back.

"If that was the finish line, then I absolutely didn't get to it before." She laughs cutely, prompting you to kiss the tip of her nose.

"I'm honored to have brought you there for the first time." You muse quietly, holding her close to you. Mary curls up, shyly holding you to her own body while her head lays on your breast.

Her breathing evens out soon, her mind and body tuckered out after the day's journey and the night's events. You'll have to wake her early so she can return home before any trouble can started by her father. But for now, she's yours to have and hold. Goodness strikes maybe once, maybe twice.

#mary linton x reader #mary gillis x reader #nsft #hi im a mary stan now #i am in love with that woman #i blame annie #fic

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