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frauschneidersfrau · 3 months ago

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 〣 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞

i’m so glad that this was requested! just wanna say that im getting a lot of rammstein requests on my slipknot acc; @jimsbeetroot it’s fine, but if you could write them to this account, that would be great! thank you!

warnings! dirty talking! teasing! fingering! oral sex!

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𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒

The city lights shimmered as you and Richard stepped out of the sleek black car, the grandeur of the gala awaiting you. His hand, warm and possessive, rested on the small of your back as you made your way inside, a rush of excitement tingling through you. Dressed in an immaculate black tuxedo, Richard was the epitome of rockstar elegance, his intense gaze flicking over to you every few seconds, eyes gleaming with something dark and mischievous.

You had chosen a dress that evening with Richard in mind—a deep, midnight blue gown that hugged every curve, the fabric shimmering with every step. The plunging neckline and high slit revealed just enough to be suggestive, and you knew from the way his eyes darkened when he first saw you that the night was bound to be filled with tension.

The gala was packed with Berlin’s elite—artists, musicians, and celebrities, all mingling under the sparkling chandeliers. Richard held a glass of champagne to his lips, his gaze never straying far from you as you moved through the crowd. He was calm, collected, but the smirk playing on his lips told you that he was thinking of far more than polite conversation.

As you stood beside him, chatting with a famous photographer, you felt the slightest brush of his fingers against your lower back. The touch was so subtle, yet it sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. You tried to keep your composure, responding to the conversation, but your mind was elsewhere—on the way his fingers teased at the edge of your dress, just beneath the fabric.

When you excused yourself to get some air, Richard followed, his presence a constant weight against your senses. The two of you slipped onto a balcony, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat between you. You leaned against the railing, the city sprawling out below, and felt his hand slide up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You’re driving me crazy tonight, you know that?” Richard’s voice was low, a growl that resonated deep in your chest.

You glanced at him, your eyes catching the fire in his. “I could say the same about you.”

He took a step closer, his body pressing against yours, trapping you between him and the cold metal of the railing. His hands roamed your sides, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just beneath your breast. Your breath hitched, the tension crackling between you, both of you knowing exactly where this was headed.

“I’ve been imagining taking that dress off you since the moment I saw you,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. “But I think I’ll make you wait… just a little longer.”

You bit your lip, the ache between your thighs becoming almost unbearable as he teased you, his lips skimming your neck, his hands holding you in place. The combination of his scent, his warmth, and the cool night air sent your senses reeling.

But you weren’t one to let him have all the control. Sliding your hand down his chest, you felt the hard lines of his muscles beneath the crisp shirt, and then lower still, to the waistband of his trousers. You felt him tense beneath your touch, a low growl escaping his throat as you pressed your palm against him.

“Two can play this game, Richard,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes.

His eyes darkened, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your waist, pulling you tight against him. The kiss was deep, consuming, a promise of everything to come once the gala was over. His tongue claimed yours, and you responded with equal hunger, the two of you losing yourselves in the taste and feel of each other.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your heart racing in your chest. He smirked, his thumb brushing across your swollen lips.

“We’re leaving. Now.”

The ride back to his place was electric, the air charged with anticipation. As soon as the door to his apartment closed behind you, all pretenses were gone. Richard was on you in an instant, his hands tearing at your dress as his mouth captured yours in a hungry kiss. He didn’t bother with gentleness, and you didn’t want him to. You needed him, now.

He pulled back just long enough to rid himself of his jacket and shirt, and then he was on you again, his hands rough as they roamed your body, stripping you of the gown that had driven him wild all night. The cool air hit your bare skin, but you didn’t care—he was everywhere, his lips, his hands, his teeth, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You let out a gasp as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed, the look in his eyes pure desire, his gaze raking over your naked form.

“You’re mine tonight, Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And I’m not letting you forget it.”

The heat in his gaze sent shivers through you as he climbed onto the bed, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. He kissed you hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, making you gasp. His fingers trailed down your arms, brushing lightly over your breasts, teasing you until you were arching beneath him, desperate for more.

When his mouth finally descended on your breast, you moaned, the sound low and throaty. He licked and sucked at your sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You writhed beneath him, trying to pull your hands free, but he held you firm, his grip unyielding.

“Patience,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with control. “You’ll get what you want… when I’m ready.”

His free hand slid down your side, his fingers dipping between your thighs, barely grazing your heated skin. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper, your hips lifting off the bed in search of more, but he was merciless, keeping his touch light, teasing, until you were trembling with need.

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, his fingers slipped inside you, slow and deliberate. The feeling of him filling you, combined with the firm press of his thumb against your clit, was enough to make you cry out. He watched you closely, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he worked you with expert precision, his fingers curling inside you, stroking that spot that made you see stars.

But just as you were on the brink, when the world started to blur at the edges, he pulled away, leaving you gasping, teetering on the edge of release.

“Richard,” you pleaded, your voice trembling. “Please…”

He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet. You teased me all night. It’s only fair I return the favor.”

Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees, your back arched, your ass in the air. The anticipation was almost too much as you waited, feeling his hands on your hips, his body pressed against yours. You could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock against your thigh, but he made you wait, drawing out the tension until you were practically begging for it.

And then, with one hard thrust, he was inside you, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness made you cry out, the pleasure intense, overwhelming. He didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t hold back. He fucked you with a brutal, punishing pace, each thrust deep and hard, pushing you further and further toward the edge.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your gasps and moans. Richard’s grip on your hips was tight, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove into you again and again, claiming you with every thrust. His name spilled from your lips in broken gasps, your mind lost in the haze of pleasure.

When he reached around to press his fingers against your clit, the added stimulation sent you spiraling. Your body tensed, your muscles clenching around him as you finally came, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You screamed his name, your vision going white, your entire body trembling with the force of it.

But Richard didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. The sensation was almost too much, pleasure turning to pain, but it only heightened the experience, pushing you to the brink of another climax. When he finally groaned your name and came inside you, the feeling of his release triggered your second orgasm, your body convulsing around him, milking him dry.

He collapsed onto the bed beside you, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat. You could still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you, leaving you breathless and sated.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat. Richard turned to you, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly tender after the roughness of before.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “But I think you already knew that.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, slow and sensual, savoring the taste of him on your lips. The earlier intensity had burned through both of you, leaving a warm, lingering glow in its wake. You felt the connection between you deepening with every breath, every gentle caress.

As the kiss broke, you met his gaze, seeing the satisfaction and something softer behind his dark eyes. “I might be dangerous,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, “but you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

Richard chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through your chest. “No, I wouldn’t. But I think you should know,” he added, his voice taking on that familiar commanding edge, “teasing me like that has its consequences.”

A shiver ran through you at his words, a mixture of excitement and anticipation stirring within. “Is that so?” you replied, your voice laced with playful defiance.

Without warning, he rolled you onto your back, his body pressing down on yours, pinning you beneath him. His hands were firm as they slid up your arms, gripping your wrists and holding them above your head, just like before. This time, however, there was a dark, smoldering intent in his gaze, something that sent a delicious thrill racing through your veins.

“Oh, it is,” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear, making your breath hitch. “I think you’ve learned that the hard way tonight. But I’m not done with you yet, Y/N. Not until you’re begging me to stop.”

You trembled beneath him, your body already responding to the promise in his words. The soreness from earlier only heightened your anticipation, making you crave more, despite the ache in your limbs. Richard knew exactly how to push you to your limits, and tonight, he was going to make sure you remembered who was in control.

He moved down your body, his mouth leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, down your collarbone, and over your breasts. He sucked on your nipples, hard, making you gasp as the sharp pleasure-pain shot through you. He licked and nipped his way further down, his hands still holding your wrists captive, ensuring you couldn’t escape his torment.

When his mouth finally reached the apex of your thighs, he paused, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. You squirmed, your hips arching toward him, desperate for his touch, but he merely chuckled, his tongue flicking out to tease you, just barely brushing against your clit.

“Please, Richard,” you whimpered, the need in your voice clear.

“Please what?” he asked, his tone taunting as he continued to toy with you, his fingers spreading you open as his tongue circled your swollen nub.

“Please… fuck me,” you begged, your voice shaking with the intensity of your desire.

Richard hummed in approval, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core. “Good girl,” he murmured, before plunging his tongue inside you, his mouth devouring you with a hunger that made you cry out. He ate you with a ferocity that left you breathless, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You writhed beneath him, your hands straining against his grip, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer, but he held you firm, refusing to let you go. The pressure built inside you, the tension winding tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending you hurtling into another earth-shattering orgasm. Your entire body convulsed, your muscles clenching around his tongue as you came, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

But Richard didn’t stop. He continued to suck and lick at your overstimulated clit, prolonging your orgasm until tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You sobbed his name, your body trembling, completely at his mercy.

Only when you were a quivering, breathless mess did he finally release your wrists, letting you collapse onto the bed, your limbs heavy and spent. He climbed over you, his lips finding yours in a deep, possessive kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Remember this,” he whispered against your lips, his voice dark and commanding. “Next time you think about teasing me.”

You nodded weakly, still dazed from the pleasure, unable to form words. But deep down, you knew that this wasn’t the last time. You loved pushing his buttons, loved the way he took control, punishing you in the most delicious ways. And you knew he loved it too.

As you lay there, tangled together in the sheets, your bodies slick with sweat, the dawn light began to filter through the curtains. Richard’s hand traced lazy patterns on your skin, his touch gentle now, soothing in the aftermath of your shared intensity.

The night had been a whirlwind of teasing, tension, and explosive passion, but as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, one thought lingered in your mind—this was only the beginning.

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