Arranged Marriage

[bostonhowler]

It's a trope near and dear to our hearts. Arranged marriage.

Maybe it's for the family. Maybe it's for a friend. Maybe you know the person and have been expected to marry them for years. Maybe it's the wedding day and you have no clue who it is you'll be tied to for your natural life. Maybe you've been married a while, and you're just now starting your life, away from the expectations of others. Or maybe, the "others" are watching, waiting, making sure this marriage sticks.

Prompts for those who need them:



Reasons:

1. Station → You come from a royal, noble, or otherwise distinguished family who has chosen a suitable spouse for you.
2. Feud → You are being married to put an end to the bitter enmity between your two families.
3. Economics → Your economic state and/or your station will improve through the union, though one of you may be marrying down.
4. Empire → You and your spouse are merging your businesses and/or property to create something more influential or profitable.
6. Tribute → You have been offered as a gift or appeasement, alternately you're the spoils of war.
8. Bloodline → Carrying on your distinguished family name has fallen to you and the equally well-bred spouse of your family's selection.
7. Disapproval → Your marriage has been arranged to keep you away from the person with whom you truly wish to be.

Scenario:

1. First meeting → This is the very first time you're meeting your future spouse.
2. Courtship → To get to know each other and encourage affection, your family has approved of you going on dates.
3. Engagement party → Be it a huge, formal affair or a small, intimate get together, you're celebrating (or pretending).
4. Wedding day → The big day!
5. Reception → The big party!
6. Wedding night → Every meme needs a smut prompt, right?
7. Honeymoon → Where will you go with your new spouse and what will you do there?
8. Been at this a while → Just starting to get to know the other person

Comments

[goingthroughaphase]

She’s never gotten quite this far before, and she’s more than eager to keep going. Her back arches slightly as he pulls her closer, pressing herself more against him. Her arms circle around him, and her fingers gently tangle in his hair.

“Kevin...” she moans, her voice just a bare, throaty whisper.

[southernreaper]

He smiles against her breast. He suspects that she's never done this before, that she's never had sex before. He plans on making it worth her while.

Gently sucking on the hard nipple, he traces patterns in her skin with his hand. She moans his name and that makes his gut tighten. He wants to touch her everywhere. But they have nine hours of the suppressor. He can take his time. Trailing his mouth upwards, he kisses her again.

But this time, his callused fingers steal between her thighs stroking the soft skin there. But he doesn't touch her intimately, not yet. He wants her ready for that.

[goingthroughaphase]

She gives little, desperate noises, his touch leaving a tingling sensation on her skin. When his hand comes so close to her most special area but doesn’t touch her there, she can’t help a slight whimper, muffled against his lips, and she squirms slightly underneath him.

[southernreaper]

It's the squirm that makes him smile. She may be new to this, but her body is giving her the freedom to ask for things. His tongue brushes against her lips at the same time his fingers gently part her and brush against her intimately. He plans for her to get hers before he even thinks about himself. Even if he is rock hard and pulsating against her thigh.

Slowly, he explores her intimately, and then gently slips a finger inside of her. He groans into their kiss in wanting.

[goingthroughaphase]

She moans at the touch of his hand against her, which turns into a sharp inhale when one finger enters her. A jolt of heat pulses through her, concentrated on the feeling between her legs, and she rolls her hips to press harder against his hand, seeking more.

"K-Kevin..." she whispers against his lips, "please..."

[southernreaper]

His finger strokes in and out of her. If she hasn't gone this far, there's no way she's anything but a virgin, and he's not going to just fuck her without her getting something first. He wants to, but he can deny his body for a little while.

Gently, he shushes her with a soft kiss. He trails his mouth down her neck, then back up. "It's alright." He whispers into her ear his southern accent thick. "I've got you." He says, brushing a callused thumb over her while the finger moves in and out.

[goingthroughaphase]

Her breath hitches softly, the rough callus sending more sparks of electricity through her body. All she could focus on is his touch, the heat pooling together as his finger works her up, and the steadily growing pressure in core that's not nearly enough yet.

And she's doing her best to be patient...but the more he teases her, the harder it's getting to wait.

[southernreaper]

He hears the breath hitch and kisses her throat. He trails his mouth down to gently pull a nipple into his mouth again. His wife is beautiful, spread out like this under him. He joins a second finger to the first and continues moving them. His thumb brushes over her again.

His tongue rolls around the nipple, then abandons one breast for the other. God, he wants her.

He kisses his way back up to her ear. "Don't wait for me." He whispers, before kissing her again. She doesn't need to wait for him. This is all about her.

[goingthroughaphase]

She tilts her head back, her body curving into his as he continues his attention on her. The second finger pulls another gasp from her, and her nails bite a little into his skin as she clings to him.

She returns the kiss, but it’s with a small, questioning sound as his words manage to work through the haze of her mind. “B-But...” She’s torn, because part of her wants them to do it together, if possible. But right now he’s making that difficult.

[southernreaper]

She's so hot like this. It's making it very hard to concentrate on what he wants to do. But he's not going to just take his pleasure before she can get hers. This isn't about him. He's done this before. He wants her to experience everything so he can watch her before he takes his.

"Trust me, Kitty." He whispers against her lips. He kisses her again, harder, more demanding. He just wants this for her. He's a giving person, and even his past lover - singular - said that he's always more worried about how other people feel than himself.

[goingthroughaphase]

She swallows the lump in her throat, swallows his kiss as she rolls her hips into his hand again. As much as she's trying to wait, it's getting much harder to think, to remember what she's waiting for in the first place.

And because the sensations are so new to her, it isn't long before it becomes too much for her. As her hips move, bringing his touch deeper into her, his rough fingers hit a spot that sends a sharp current through her, and with a keening cry the pressure in her core seems to explode, spilling over and drowning her in a wave of heat and pleasure that leaves her trembling underneath him.

[southernreaper]

She's absolutely beautiful his wife. He kisses her gently, pulling his fingers out of her. Then he settles on his side, and pulls her in close to him. He's rock hard and pulsing against her but he's just going to hold onto her, let her recover.

He kisses her hair, her forehead, her cheek. He wants to just keep holding her, a sensation he thought he wasn't going to get.

And because sometimes, Kevin is a guy, he smirks. "Take it you liked that." He whispers, listening to her panting in his arms.

[goingthroughaphase]

Her breathing is heavy as she nestles into him, still reeling from the aftermath. His words do manage to break through the cloud fogging her mind, though, and she laughs softly, breathlessly.

"Maybe a little," she teases as she rests against him. As some of the feeling ebbs a bit, she's aware of his still stiff member throbbing against her. "What about you, though?"

[southernreaper]

He leans down and kisses her, a slow thing, teasing. She asks about him, and he smiles a bit. He kisses her again. "Are you up for more?" He asks, gently. He doesn't want to hurt her, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't want to. He combs hair back from her face, watching her. He can't say that he isn't thinking about it - his body would call him a liar if he dared - but he wants to be sure not to hurt her.

She's an XMan, and that means something, but he doesn't want to mar this night for her. She deserves only the best. She's stuck with him, but right now he wants to make sure that isn't such a horrible thing.

[goingthroughaphase]

She returns the kiss, but his question has her pause for a moment as she meets his eyes. Not because she's too tired or unwilling, but more because she's...curious. Because she's never actually seen a man naked before. She's taken health class, of course, and she's seen guys when they're aroused. But this is more intimate that she's ever been with someone before, and she shifts slightly to prop herself on an elbow to get a better look at his hard length.

Then, slowly, she reaches out, her fingers brushing over it in a hesitant, experimental touch as she glances up at his face again.

[southernreaper]

He sucks in a breath. He hadn't expected that. What had he expected, he hasn't got a clue, but for her to just do that? Nope.

"You won't hurt me." He whispers, his voice rough with wanting. He wonders if she has any idea what doing that is doing to him. He has to remind himself that flinging her over onto her back and taking her probably isn't a good idea. Even though he really wants to. He's got to let her explore as much as she wants, but man, that's difficult to do.

[goingthroughaphase]

Reassured by his words, her touch becomes bolder, though no less curious as she feels his heat, the twitch and throb under her fingers as she brushes over every detail of his length in an almost reverent exploration.

Her heart racing a bit, she then gently wraps her fingers around the hard length, her eyes going up to him to watch his reaction.

[southernreaper]

Kevin shifts, groaning as her hand wraps around his length. She's so innocently seductive like this. He wants her to do anything and everything that she wants to do. Though, if she wants more and keeps this up, she may be disappointed.

Letting her explore, he rolls onto his back, one arm behind his head. His erection stands out proudly and he's not ashamed of it at all. He reaches up and fiddles with her hair.

[goingthroughaphase]

She smiles at him, her hand continuing to stroke him. She feels the heat against her palm, throbbing almost with a life of its own.

Taking a breath, she then shifts slightly to kneel over him, straddling his hips and carefully lower herself over him. While she doesn't bring him inside her, she does press herself against him, inhaling sharply as she rubs her lower lips, still wet from his attention earlier, over his hard shaft.

[southernreaper]

"Christ." Kevin hisses. His hands wrap around her hips, holding her in place. She may be new to this, but she's going to drive him utterly mad. "Kitty." He hisses, watching her from heavy-lidded eyes. He fights the urge to press up into her, trying to let her lead the way, but damn. She's keeping him right on that edge, and it's driving him mad.

[goingthroughaphase]

She flashes him a grin, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips, letting her hair fall over her shoulder and tickle his skin. Then she rolls her hips, sliding herself along his length until her hips are pressed against him, and then she lightly grinds into him to add a bit more pressure.

[southernreaper]

Oh. Oh. She thinks she's funny does she? He grits his teeth and sits up, pulling her hips hard against him. "Why not go for it?" He whispers in her ear, then kisses just below it. "Take it slow and easy."

He wants to be inside her. He wants to have sex with his wife, until neither of them are able to move. He doesn't doubt that he could get her to want that too, but this has to be her decision.

[goingthroughaphase]

She shivers a little, her breath hitching as he pulls her against him. Looking into his eyes, her hands then slowly trail down his body; fingers brushing over his chest, down his stomach, until one takes hold of his length again.

Then, bracing herself up with her free hand, she carefully positions herself over him, inhaling sharply as the tip of his length brushes against her opening.

[southernreaper]

His hands on her hips soften, just the tiniest bit. "It's alright." He whispers, burying his face in her neck, to kiss her. "Take it slow." He's a patient person. He had to be. (Alright, so he's not patient with himself, but other people? That's easy.) But right now, her slowness is keeping him hot and bothered.

He groans into her neck, muffled by her hair. This feels wonderful, but he knows it'll be better.

[goingthroughaphase]

Swallowing thickly, she nods, even though it's hard to hear him over the pounding of her heart in her ears. Taking a deeper breath, she slowly starts to lower herself onto him.

Her eyes shut tightly; even though she's still wet from earlier, he's large enough that the walls of her muscles have to stretch around him, even though they seem to tighten on instinct. And the slow motion means she can feel all the details of his length that she'd been exploring earlier, its pulsing heat sending a familiar jolt through her.