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copias-thrall · 3 years ago

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Promise Me Forever

This ✨delicious✨ request is from @roxas-zen-frost who wanted a touch-starved Mary with smut & cuddles and the vibe of Lana Del Rey’s "Freak".

*dirty praise kink*

You sway to the sultry music coming from Mary’s record player, and the shadows from the flickering flames dance along with you; a jelly jar full of sweet red wine dangles from your fingertips, sloshing slightly with your movements. As you mouth lyrics, you sweep your hair back, showing off the column of your neck.

Be a freak like me too…

Mary sits sprawled in the worn, threadbare armchair the two of you found on the side of the road one moving day, the sweating bottleneck of his beer sandwiched in between his fingers. He watches you with hooded eyes as you swing your hips in lazy figure eights.

“Why don’t you bring that sweet ass over here, cupcake?”

He takes a pull from the bottle, but his eyes never leave you, and you can almost feel the hunger simmering behind his calm demeanor.

You giggle and take a gulp from your jar as you make serpentines with your curves.

“Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?”

“What purpose?”

Turning, you roll your “sweet ass” at him.

“Of admiring my figure.”

“I can admire that wiggle up close, too…c’mere—wanna feel you.”

You sway on over to him like the goddess in his eyes you are. He reaches out to pluck at the hem of your dress until you’re close enough to pull into his lap, and you immediately make yourself comfortable; Mary’s palms run along the tops of your thighs before skimming up your sides to reach your shoulder blades.

“You always feel so good…”

Mary presses you into him, and the heat from his body warms you up from the core outward. When he rests his forehead on your breastbone and sighs, you wrap your arms around his neck as your run your nose through his stiff hair to fill it with the bitter smell; when he’s on tour, the scent of the product he uses haunts you—on your pillow, in the bathroom, on the couch cushions—and now you huff it in to reassure yourself that he’s here in your arms and not the ghost of a memory.

“Miss you when you’re gone, Mare.”

“Fuck. Not as much as I do.”

He looks up at you searchingly with wide, blown eyes, and you can see all the way down into the inky-black depths of him. You wish you could fill him up with you, but instead, you mash into him, grinding down into his lap with those same figure eights. With one big gulp, you finish the cheap wine and drop the jar to the floor. It lands with a clunk before rolling across the pocked wood.

Mary’s eyes don’t leave your own.

You reach for him, but he catches your wrists in his big hand before pinning them behind your back; you lean forward to kiss him, but he jerks away from you with a smirk.

All you want is the taste of his lips.

“Mare…please.”

You squirm in his lap, but he just looks up at you, his expression all at once smug and wanting.

“Tell me you want me.”

You lick your lips and take in all of him.

“I want you, Mare.”

Again, you lean in, but he pulls you back by your wrists, his eyes boring holes through yours.

Flames so hot that they turn blue…

“Tell me you need me.”

“I need you,” you whine and rock into him, greedy for any point of contact you can achieve. “Need to be so close to you, Mare.”

He makes a flirtatious biting motion at you before his hand releases your wrists and comes up to swipe at your lips with his calloused thumb.

“That’s what I like to hear from my good girl.”

You blush, and Mary’s lips stretch across his face, pleased.

“That’s right—blush pretty for me, sweetness. When I’m done with you, you’re gonna be a nice shade of pink, yeah?”

Looking shyly at him from under your lashes in coy affectation, you gently caress your tits while emphasizing your nipples.

“All of me?”

He grins, his hands bumping yours out of the way, and thumbs you through the cotton.

“Mebbe mix some red in there, too.”

Giggling, you rock into the bulge in his jeans as your hands slip to his shoulders

“Oh? Which parts?”

One of Mary’s hands snakes up into your hair. “Gonna suck that wine from your lips and get them all red and puffy.” He tilts your head down so his mouth can capture yours. Mary tastes like his hoppy IPA, but you don’t hesitate to run your tongue along his as he mashes his lips into yours. He swallows your little moans, and you eat up his rumbled Mmms.

Kissing Mary is half being devoured, half giving comfort. His lips demand your supplication while his tongue tells you to submit. But submission doesn't mean passivity, so you press back, hard and sloppy. The curves of your torso rub against the straight line of his, and your fingers press into his warm skin as if by doing do you could hold him forever in this moment. His hands—which had been caressing your arms—find their way into your hair and grab as if clinging to you for dear life…as if making sure you don’t get away.

The kissing intensifies as the two of you press lips harder and dive tongues deeper. Your arms are wrapped around him, pulling him closer as his hands caress your back and arms before diving back into your hair. Pleasently lightheaded, you time your breath to the pounding of your heart in your chest—or maybe it’s Mary’s.

Maybe it’s both.

Mary breaks the kiss to gasp in a breath of air and rumbles, “Oh fuck, I want you so much, babe.”

You answer in actions, diving back into the heady feeling of his mouth on yours as your hands sweep up his thick neck and into the soft scrub of his shorter locks; your noses bump each other as you shift your heads this way and that, wet lips sliding against each other as tongues tangle and teeth nip. Your blood roars, and you press insistently down into Mary’s lap as he ruts up hard in answer. He yanks your head back so he can press kisses down your neck.

“Mary…” you whine as you shiver at the touch of him on your skin.

When his eyes flick up to yours, they’re full of impish promise.

“You just stay right here where you belong…I’m not quite finished getting you red yet.”

As Mary begins to suck red marks into the sensitive skin on your neck, you whine again. Trembling at the feel of his touch, you tilt your head back even further to give him better access, and he supports you with a steady hand. Teeth scrape your clavicle, and when you exhale a breathy yes, Mary applies a gentle bite into your soft flesh, growling lowly as he does.

Loving me is all you need to feel like I do…

“Gonna let everyone know you’re mine…”

“All yours, Mare—forever…”

“Fuck yeah, you are.” He tilts his head up to meet your eyes, and his smolder softens. “And I’m yours.” Taking up your hand, he presses it into his chest. “It may be a lump of black coal, but my heart belongs to you.”

You sink gentle nails into his chest. “If I could rip it out and wear it as a trophy, I would.”

“That’s the sweetest shit you’ve ever said to me, babe.” He licks his lips. “Good girls deserve rewards.”

He slides his hand under yours and intertwines your fingers before bringing your joined hands up to his mouth. He presses a wet kiss to the back of your hand before immediately opening his mouth with a snarl and pretending to eat it.

"Mary!” you squeal in delight as you make a halfhearted attempt to break free.

He growls before making an obscene sucking noise, and—giggling—you thump him on the chest.

“Hey!”

His eyes flick up to yours, and his half-smile shows a hint of one crooked incisor. Audibly, he pulls your hand free from his suction, and when you see the red circle, you tsk at him.

Mary just chuckles. “I ain’t even sorry. I said I’d make some parts of you red.”

Pouting, you press the heat between your legs into his bulge.

“I thought you were gonna take care of me. I’ve been such a good girl.”

His eyes sharpen. “So fucking good. And all mine.” His hands trail down your back to cup your ass. “Now, wrap those gorgeous gams around me.”

Doing as he bids, you wrap your legs around his middle, giggling when he stands and bounces you a little. As he walks the two of you to the bedroom, his eyes only leave yours to navigate the terrain; the gleam of mischief in them is the only warning you get before he tosses you onto the mattress on the floor.

“MARY!” is all you have time to shriek before he’s crawling over you.

He presses the weight of himself into you, boxing you in as if he thinks you could ever leave him—so you wrap your limbs around him to show that you’re not going anywhere. Ever.

Mary rubs his nose against yours, then nips at your lips as his thumbs stroke down your temples before catching your eyes.

“Show me how perfect for me you are.”

You arch up and press your lips to his; a small noise comes from the back of his throat right before his tongue plunders your mouth. When he presses into you, you rub against him in answer, and when you moan at the sensation, Mary breaks away from the kiss to smear his lips down your neck. Once he reaches the juncture of your neck, he inhales deeply and sighs before pressing little kisses along your collarbone, and you want to tattoo every single one onto your skin.

He shifts a thigh in between your legs, and your clit throbs. You writhe into him, raking your nails down his back, the sound of them over the fabric like ripping.

“Feels good, yeah?” he rasps.

“Yeah…”

“Let’s make it feel even better.”

The two of you roll around on the bed, legs sliding against each other and hands sliding up and down stolen snatches of skin. The heat of his body is all you ever want and the feel of his skin is all you ever need. You slip your hands underneath his shirt to glide your palms up and down his skin, and he rumbles in approval before shifting you both onto your sides. His hand skims down the curve of your back, then the swell of your ass before rough fingertips trace your thigh until they can ruck up the hem of your skirt. You shiver in delight, and Mary grabs a handful of your ass, guiding you to where legs meet legs in a hard press of desire. He rocks you into him, and you go easily, your hands slipping into his hair for purchase.

His voice is husky when he asks, “Do you like that?”, and you nod emphatically.

He presses you into him hard. “Then, be prefect for me and let me hear all your sweet little noises.”

You let out a moan and Mary lets out a low Mmm before his lips make their way back to your mouth.

“I’m gonna eat them all up.”

Good as his word, he covers your mouth, his tongue searching to collect every sound of pleasure you make until both of you are gasping for air.

“Fuck.” His lips bump against yours as he speaks into your mouth. "If I could only live off your delicious cries, I would.”

His forehead presses into yours, and you place a palm over his rabbiting heart.

“I’ll sustain everything else, Mare.”

His hands dig into the flesh of your arms, and for a moment, the two of you just breathe each other’s air…

If time stood still I'd take this moment…make it last forever…

…and then Mary straightens up and looks down at you with greedy eyes—a god ready to show favor to his priestess.

He plucks at your dress.

“Take it off.”

You wiggle and tug at your dress to get it over first your breasts and then your head. Mary is no help as you fumble, instead worshiping your body with his mouth, and you laugh each time his eager tongue laps at a newly revealed inch of skin.

“Fuck…love the taste of you…can wait to get to where you’re sweetest.”

You’re still yanking the dress off your arms when Mary’s hot tongue applies its talents to your nipples with fervor. You gasp and arch your back as he lights up your skin, his rough fingers pressing into the line of your spine.

“You like that?” Mary asks before rolling a nipple between his lips; when you whine, you can feel him smile into your supple skin. “Yeah, you do.”

You give yourself over to him, hands fisting the sheets as he uses his tongue and lips on your nipples to quicken your blood between your legs. And only once you’re panting, skin heated, does he finally come up for air. His own cheeks are pink, and tufts of hair stick to his hairline.

“Are you gonna keep being good for me and stay still ‘til I say?

“Yeah.”

He kisses a burning line down the curve of your belly, and when he reaches your panties, the tip of his tongue slips briefly under the fabric before he peels it from your sticky skin. When you moan and raise your hips at him, he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Ah ah ah.” He punctuates each chastisement with a light tap to your swollen lips, and you gasp.

He grins sharply.

“I said, ‘keep still’, cupcake.” His smile slashes across his face. “Don’t make me punish you for being bad.”

You shake your head at him.

“I’ll be so fucking good.”

His thumb lightly traces you, and you bite your lip to keep from jerking into the touch. He keeps going in a slow tease until you’re trembling with need.

“You’re doing such a job already.”

His thumb dips shallowly into your hole, and you hope clenching around it doesn’t break his rule, but his eyes only glitter with predatory intent.

“Look at your ruddy little pussy. So perfect for me.”

When he slowly sucks his thumb into his mouth, his eyes never leave yours.

You whimper in frustration, and he grins.

“That’s right—keep being so fucking good and letting me hear all those sweet, sweet noises.”

“Mary.”

Warm palms run up your inner thighs.

“Relax, sweetness—here comes your reward.”

When the tip of his tongue finally comes into contact with your hard clit, you expel all the air from your lungs. Your whole body shakes as he continues to slowly lick you, and a comforting hand slides across your abdomen to rest on your stomach.

Closing your eyes tight, you give in to the feeling that Mary’s clever tongue is building. When the muscle swirls around your swollen nub, you cry out loudly, and Mary hums into you in approval. Your blood is signing and it roars through your ears before ultimately pooling between your legs in a heavy pleasure. When a finger slips easily inside you to tap at your sweet spot, you let out a Fuck, your arms traveling up to grip the sides of a bare pillow.

Mary doesn’t need to speak his praise; he communicates it in the way his tongue flicks and his fingers give slow, steady presses. And because you’re a good girl, you let him hear every note of your ecstasy; it’s a tune he’s well-versed in, and he skillfully brings the pulsing sweetness to a crescendo that has you screaming while your body levitates off the bed.

It was never this good before Mary, and you hope you never find out that it will never be this good after.

Life makes sense when I'm with you…

Your thrashes turn into little jerks…into slight twitches, and Mary laps at you until you relax boneless into the bed. You lay there as your pussy pulses gently, and when Mary finally curls into you—his hands roving across your dewy curves like a kid on a sugar high in a toy store—it’s with flushed skin on skin.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

His hard cock presses into your side while his mouth sucks on your neck, and you know he’s desperate for more than the feeling of your tight warmth around him.

When you nod wordlessly, he growls, “Wanna hear you say it,” so you breathe out, “Want you to fuck me, Mare.”

His hands cup your face so he can kiss you hard, and you turn toward him to better fit your bodies into one. When his cock finds the slickness on your thighs, he whines and starts rutting between them.

“So good…you feel so good.”

You scratch your nails down his back, leaving tokens of your desire for him to find later, and Mary keens. In an instant, his hand is between your legs to guide his throbbing cock into you. He grunts, teeth sinking lightly into your shoulder before he sucks a mark there; you mewl at being filled and press your face into his clavicle.

Panting, Mary pets down your back as he gives himself a moment to adjust.

“You're doing so well, sweetness; you feel fucking amazing.”

You nuzzle his neck. “You belong inside me.”

Mary lets out a stuttering breath, hips twitching slightly before he tilts your head up to meet his blown eyes. Sweat drips down from his hairline and he trembles slightly; despite his glazed eyes, when he takes your face in his hands, he still focuses on you.

“I fucking love you so much.”

“Mare…” You cup his face in return.

His thumbs sweep across your cheekbones.

“You are my fucking world. Never leave me.”

You lean in and pepper his face with kisses as he starts thrusting into you.

“I’m here 'til the end. I promise.”

He makes another noise at the back of his throat, his hips beginning to pick up speed.

“Tell me you love me too,” he demands.

You hike your leg over his hip and draw him closer to you.

“I love you with my whole-ass heart.”

Without warning, he rolls you onto your back.

“Then let me fucking hear how much.”

You brace yourself against the wall as you prepare to put your vocal cords to good use, and he spreads your legs and starts fucking into you like if he goes hard enough or deep enough, he really could stay buried inside you. His eyes never leave yours, and the constancy of his gaze heats something low in your gut. You moan and gasp and scream, but you never break the tether of his stare. By the time he slows, his chest is heaving and you’re panting in little puffs. He looks down at you, pumping into you at a lazy pace.

“That feels nice, yeah?” He rolls his hips into you.

You rock yours into him. “So nice!”

“Does my cock in your sweet little cunt please you?”

You nod.

"What was that?"

"Yes!"

“Do you want to please me?”

"YES!" you moan.

You squeeze tight around him, and his eyes roll back with an Ughn fuck, his rhythm hiccuping. When his eyes come back to you, they shine bright, and then he runs a hand down your side,

“Mmm…what a precious sweet thing you are. Love it when you squeeze my cock…. But now I wanna hear you scream my name. Can you do that for me?”

“Mary!”

His grin spreads slowly across his face as he begins to speed up again.

“Yes, just like that…good job, cupcake. Now let’s keep it up.”

He licks his thumb before he brings it down to apply its wonderful pressure against your clit, and you scream his name in earnest.

“You’re gorgeous when you scream my name, do you know that? Again.”

His cock punches into you and his thumb tap tap presses at your bubbling clit.

“Ughn…Mary!”

“Yeah, just like that—you're doing great,” he pants as his pelvis smacks against you and his thumb flicks back and forth across you.

You’re very much going to cum again, and Mary’s thrusts into you are harried but relentless.

Mewling, your back bows and you feel yourself tighten.

“Keep going…” he rasps.

“Uhn uhn uhn…” you keen as your whole body starts to shake.

“Cum on my cock cum on my cock cum on my—”

“MaryMaryMareMare—MARY!”

Your climax crashes over you, and you clench hard around Mary. As your body spasms, you let out a litany of garbled noises that may have at one time been Mary’s name. He falls down over you, sliding his palms over yours and interlocking your fingers before rutting into you with abandon; he grunts as he applies kisses to your neck just as coherently as you’re screaming his name.

With one last, deep thrust, Mary collapses on top of you, lost in the throes of his orgasm.

You let out a little Ohs of contentment as he rocks languidly into you, and he answers with little rumbles. The two of you lay together, panting, with Mary pressing little sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbone. When his face burrows into your neck, you wrap your limbs around him anew: you want him here in your arms, always, and you start to tremble at the intensity of the feeling.

Warm, calloused run down your side.

"Relax, babe…just relax. You’re good—I’m here."

Sighing, you let him cool down your body with his gentle application of soft kisses and caresses; when he’s done marking your body with his touch, you let him roll you over so he can wrap you into his arms. Hot breath falls comfortingly on the back of your neck, and you press your back into the solid line of his chest like you were matching puzzle pieces.

You're high on endorphins, content for the time being to lie there with him like this is the only thing you ever have to accomplish in life. By the steady rise and fall of his chest, you think he’s drifted off, but he murmurs, “Do you feel safe like this? Here in my arms?”

Wiggling around, making sure your flesh never leaves his, you bring your hands up to cup his face.

“So safe, Mare. But you don’t need to protect me for me to love you. I just do.”

He rubs his nose into yours as he tightens his embrace around you.

“Well. I’ll fucking do it anyway. Gotta make sure you’ll be with me ‘til we’re old and grey.”

You tangle further into him, pressing a brief kiss to his lips as you card your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“I’ll stay in your arms even after we're old and grey.”

He chases your lips, sealing your promise with a kiss.

If you stay, I'll stay, yeah.

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