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heylittleriotact · 2 months ago

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Smut Prompts!! Number 10!

@smoreofbabylon also sent me this one and I love you both - I was really hoping for this one.

It got uh… it got out of hand. I’ll probably post this on ao3 later, but for now:

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Emmrich x Rook Modern Funeral Home AU

He’d never been in the bottom drawer of Rook’s nightstand - never had any reason to: she kept the condoms in the smaller upper part, and unlike her, he wasn’t a nosy snoop and didn’t help himself to the contents of random cupboards and drawers.

But having just been invited to slip a finger or two inside of her cute little arsehole, a pause for necessities was called for: lubrication, specifically - he simply wouldn’t entertain proceeding without it, even despite the fact that her soft pink lips were plenty drenched after twenty-some-odd-minutes of him teasing her… bringing her right to the edge and backing off, over and over - much to her frustration.

He'd get her where she needed to be, certainly - and they both knew it - but oh - how he loved wringing every quavering moan from her lips… every softly whispered plea to - this time - please, please, please…

“Bottom drawer!” She’d urged when he told her he would be honoured to play with her glorious ass - and to the bottom drawer he went.

“What?” She asked at the sound of his sharp intake of breath when he gripped the wobbly handle and pulled.

“Ohhh, darling…” he exhaled, eyes widening at the sight before him.

Lube. There was definitely lube.

It was nestled innocently atop a collection of toys that could only be defined as a small hoard: a cheap, robin’s egg blue vibrator - brutal and efficient with a cock head and a base you twisted to power it on, a classically shaped dildo made of clear silicone and filled with rainbow coloured confetti; a smaller, flesh coloured one; a rabbit vibrator; a variety of differently sized butt plugs; an insertable that looked to be made of hand blown glass; a set of leather wrist cuffs and a matching collar; anal beads; handcuffs; something that had to be a dildo but looked… alien and intimidating; nipple clamps, nipple suckers; a harness; and goodness - candles…?

He was torn from his spontaneous cataloguing when Rook’s hand clapped against his bare ass playfully but hard enough to make him flinch.

“I’m sorry, are you online shopping, or are you getting lube?”

“I knew you were naughty, darling, but I must say I hadn’t entertained the idea of such… variety…”

“What - a girl’s not allowed to have interests?” Came her voice from the bed above him. He gasped in surprise when she reached between his legs and tugged on his cock, stroking as he leaned over the edge of the bed, surveying the trove of toys in front of him.

“I’m very intrigued by your interests…” he swallowed, thrusting into her hand, an idea presenting itself to him - a great idea: a sordid idea. “I would very much like to see them in action.”

Mind made, his fingers wrapped around the bottle of water-based lubricant and a sleek looking device he’d seen advertised online but never encountered personally.

He slid the drawer shut, shuffled back and sat back on his knees between Rook’s ink-covered legs.

“Here you are, dearest,” he said as if he was passing her a breakfast sandwich, but actually he had slipped the toy into her hand.

“My Satisfyer?” She queried. “What, you’ve never seen one of these before?”

“I’ve seen them,” he told her, pouring a decent amount of lube onto his fingertips, his expression placid. “But I’ve never seen one in action - and I would like to.”

She sat up on her elbows a little. “I fucking love this thing. It’s easy—” She angled it sideways and indicated a button on the handle with her fingertip. “You just press and hold this button until it turns on, and then put it over my clit. You can increase the suction if you keep pushing the button. Easy.” She repeated, and held it out to him.

He didn’t take it from her.

Poor thing… she hadn’t quite caught on, had she?

The lube, slightly warmed by his heat but still below body temperature, wrenched a sharp intake of breath from Rook when his fingertips dipped between her cheeks and brushed against her tight hole.

“I would love a demonstration,” he purred, continuing to languidly spread the lube and her own slick over her, while lazily doodling circles over her knee with his other hand.

His middle finger slipped in to the first knuckle just for a moment - a fleeting pass over the threshold and out again. Rook groaned.

“Will you show me?”

His tone was pleasant - downright cordial - but he felt the tug of the covers beneath him when Rook’s toes curled into them at his words.

Up to the second knuckle this time: he lingered, slowly exploring the plush, soft give of her. She groaned - deep and abandoned - and he watched intently as she placed her fingers on either side of her cunt and pulled up towards her belly button, exposing her flushed, swollen clit in all of its rosy glory.

The toy hummed to life and she enveloped her clit in the small opening at the top like she was snuffing a lurid candle.

Instantly she whined, and precum had already started beading on the tip of his cock at the sight of her, reposed in pleasure before him.

He made an approving sound far back in his throat - like he was appreciating a particularly well-preserved corpse - and pressed deeper still, taking his time - careful not to hurt his beloved: Rook’s back arched off the bed a little and she clenched around him. He withdrew the finger almost entirely, and then slowly reintroduced it.

“More…” she urged breathlessly, clicking the button on the toy and uttering a giddy whimper when it hummed a bit louder. “I want more…”

Oh how he wanted to acquiesce her, but…

“Manners, dear.”

‘Manners’ had become central to their dynamic, rendering a nearly Pavlovian response from his rough-around-the-edges sweetheart when he uttered the word: she practically melted when he said it.

“Please,” she amended, hips jerking against the toy as it whirred and sucked on her clit. “Please?”

“So long as you keep that toy right where it is, my darling girl,” he capitulated, pressing the tip of his ring finger against the taught ring of muscle - feeling her relax and take him in. He stroked her thigh encouragingly and she moaned again - rougher and deeper still: Emmrich’s cock twitched and he reached down to stroke himself. “I think I’m beginning to see why you’re so fond of it…”

He was so hard it hurt: the warm, tight suction around his fingers, gently pulling them deeper was nothing short of divine… as was the way her lovely gray eyes fluttered and her gaze landed on his cock in his hand - completely unable to resist pleasuring himself at the sight of her mounting bliss.

“That’s it…” he whispered, voice thick, scissoring his fingers and stretching her patiently while he jerked off. “Oh… keep going, love… keep showing me how well you take care of yourself…”

Her eyes were locked on his dick, teeth dragging over her lower lip, chest heaving as she watched his hand move up and down his length in tandem with the languid thrusts of his fingers - his little voyeur… she was enjoying this, wasn’t she?

“Do you enjoy fantasizing when you play with your toy, darling?” He prompted, watching the lewd sink of his fingers into her hole. He could make out a line of slick as it dripped out of her cunt, carving a path down towards her asshole: she was reacting very favourably to this experiment indeed…

Rook whimpered, ramping up the suction on the toy again. “Mhmmm…” she squirmed against the pillows behind her, hips stuttering, taking one of her exquisite breasts in her hand, squeezing it and pinching a nipple.

“Why don’t you tell me how you put that stunningly creative imagination of yours to use…?”

Over the soft fleshy sound that accompanied his fist on his cock, and the low hum of the Satisfyer, Rook made a decadent noise, fucking herself on his fingers with a shamelessness that was nothing short of outrageously arousing.

“I like to think about you… your hands, your mouth… your hard cock…”

“Is that so?” He said more breathlessly than he meant to: everything about this scenario was like something out of a dream - the kind that had his eyes opening in his darkened bedroom sometime in the early hours, cock throbbing painfully, overstimulated by even the soft sheets that clung to the sticky evidence trapped in his pubic hair and lingered on the tops of his thighs.

“I think about you all the time, Emmrich… kissing you, fucking you - making love to you. Sucking on that handsome dick of yours…”

Unbidden, he uttered a soft groan and his hips jerked against his hand at the knowledge that she pleasured herself like this - gasping and whining and breathing hard - while thinking about him.

“Another? Please?” She asked - as politely as possible through the blissed out warble of her voice.

Emmrich buried his fingers to the last knuckle, sweeping them against her walls and coming to the conclusion that she was indeed adequately prepared for a third.

“So good for me…” he purred, observing her face for any sign of pain or discomfort that would have him stop in an instant as he pulled back his hand added a bit more lube to it before urging it forwards again, this time introducing an additional digit. Rook gasped and cursed - but not in displeasure. “If you fall apart this ardently when you’re on your own, I must tell you I am very flattered to hold the great honour of being your muse…”

He curled his fingers, exploring her depth and the slick, viscous pull of it, his movements quickening when he felt assured that she was accustomed to the stretch of his fingers, causing her hips to lift off the bed.

“Gah—!”

It was a sharp, breathy cry: one that tipped Emmrich off to the fact that she wasn’t far from release.

“Good girl…” he encouraged, feeling his own release coming up on him: the decadent tension banding through him poised to snap as he feverishly stroked himself, Rook’s eyes still watching his every move. “Ohhh… Rook… so so good…”

There was something so undeniably intimate about anal play, regardless of gender: there was a certain amount of trust and vulnerability that it required, along with the capacity for those involved to communicate well with one another. Sometimes it was lawless and sloppy, other times sensual and romantic, but it was always special - at least… it was for him.

“Fuck - Emmrich… ah! Keep— keep going…” She keened, voice straining, hips bucking against the toy and the fullness of his fingers inside of her. “Maker… pl-please don’t stop— holy fuck!”

“I won’t—” he promised, his drooling cock throbbing under his fingers. “Let go, darling— come for me… I want to see you come…”

His invitation was all that she needed, because her hand left her tit and she grabbed the base of his wrist, holding him fast so she could ride his fingers, grinding against them until she could take him no deeper, still holding the toy over her surely aching clit.

A strangled cry ripped from her lips and she tightened around him, the toy slipping from her fingers as she gushed forth, soaking his hand and the blanket beneath her. His name - then babbled profanity. Sitting forward, teeth clenched, her insides massaged him and it was enough to send him over the edge as well, cum spurting from his dick and painting his wrist, her cunt, and the insides of her thighs.

He might have cursed too: he couldn’t tell over the overwhelming sensation that racked his entire being as he spent himself all over Rook, baptizing lines of ink and swaths of colour with glistening pools and trails of semen that dripped over her form, gloriously decorating her in their carnal majesty.

Then she was wrapped around him, his fingers slipping out of her to snake around her waist when she crushed herself against him, his mess smearing all over both of their bellies.

“I love you…” she breathed against his lips when she parted from them. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I— mmmph!” She kissed him again before he could finish, tangling her fingers through his sweaty hair, holding his face in her hands. “I love you too—” he managed to blurt when she took a breath. His own hands wandered over the curves and planes of her back as they embraced, upright on the bed, naked, sticky, sweaty, and trembling.

“Keep making me cum like that and I’ll love you forever…” she whispered, collecting a bead of sweat from the shell of his ear with a dainty tongue.

He squeezed her ass and pulled her tighter to him, reveling in the heat of her body and the smell of her sweat. “That can certainly be arranged, my sweet, darling Rook…”

He flipped a wayward lock of hair away from her face and lost himself in her eyes for the millionth time.

Forever sounded just fine to him.

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