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

[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.

[southernreaper]

He groans into her neck when he's fully seated within her. She's warm, wet and snug around him. He doesn't move, just pants harshly, then pulls back, cups her face, and kisses her slowly. His thumbs stroke her cheeks, letting her get used to the sensation.

He gently rolls his hips against her, letting her decide how to move with him. He knows it's probably uncomfortable, but that won't last long. "Easy, Kitty." He whispers, brushing his mouth against hers again. "Just do what feels right."

[goingthroughaphase]

She takes a few ragged breaths, the muscles tightening and relaxing around him. She leans into his palm and kisses him back, even as a small whimper escapes her at the slight movement that sends another pulse of electricity through her.

It takes a longer moment, but eventually she feels accustomed to the feeling of his member. Swallowing, she then carefully moves her hips again, shivering at the friction of him moving out, then back into her.

[southernreaper]

He gently takes her hips and guides her. He wants her to feel everything she felt before, but better. He kisses her throat, then her chin, then her mouth. His hands are callused and large against her hips, but ever so gentle.

His breathing is ragged and his heart is pounding, but his dark eyes are focused on her. "Arms around my neck, Kitty. Just let it go. It'll be okay. I've got you." He whispers, kissing her every couple of words.

[goingthroughaphase]

She nods, grateful for his guidance as she moves in sync with him. Wrapping her arms around his neck as he tells her, her legs on either side of him tighten as he hits deep inside her, pulling a breathless moan from her throat.

"Kevin..." she whispers, full of want and need but still a touch of nervousness.

[southernreaper]

He holds onto her, kissing his wife slowly. He can tell she's nervous. Hell, he's nervous too, but of the two of them, at least he's done this before. (Just... not with a woman. He'll explain that to her someday.)

He keeps guiding her hips, letting her ride him into that sweet oblivion. Then one hand presses between them and touches that sensitive button, right where their bodies meet. "I won't let anything happen to you, Kitty." He whispers, rubbing in time with their movements.

[goingthroughaphase]

She moans, which turns into a sharper breath as he touches that most sensitive spot. It sends a more powerful jolt through her, and the muscles around him tighten in response.

Even as she continues rocking her hips, though, she manages to open her eyes, looking at him with a steady burn beneath the desire-filled haze. "I know..." she replies, just as softly. "I trust you."

No matter how nervous she is, that hasn't changed.

[southernreaper]

He kisses her again, in response to her words. He doesn't know that she should trust him - he has Issues, though they aren't as bad as they used to be - but he's glad she does. Continuing his ministrations, he licks her neck, kissing the spot immediately.

His hand keeps guiding her hips, and his fingers play with the button. "Once more?" He asks, gently, hoping she's getting close. He can feel his balls tightening, telling of his own eminent release.

[goingthroughaphase]

She moans softly, her body shivering as his fingers play with her. With a nod, she kisses him again, and she rolls her hips into his again, the heat building within her again.

[southernreaper]

He keeps moving with her, groaning into her neck. His own hips flex as he plays with her, pushing her toward that height. He wants her to reach completion, again. He's trying so hard to get her there.

He kisses her hard, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth and then fucking in and out at the same pace as their hips.

[goingthroughaphase]

She shivers, the heat building as he plays with her and moves in and out of her. Her body still sensitive from earlier, and as their pace quickens, she reaches her peak quickly. She gives a sharp cry, muffled between them, as she clings onto him, the muscles around him tightening while her body rocks with pleasure.

[southernreaper]

That's what he needed. He moves his hand, rolls his hips, then stutters against her as he orgasms inside of her. He groans out into their kiss, and then breaks it, leaning his forehead against hers, panting.

He wraps both arms around her and falls backward on the bed. He cradles her to him, brushing her hair back from her face. He's never moving again. That was too nice. She killed him dead.

[goingthroughaphase]

She feels the heat of his orgasm flow into her, which only adds fuel to her own fire. With another moan, she returns his kiss as she rests on top of him, feeling completely spent.

As he holds her close, she shivers a bit, snuggling into him. She can feel his length softening inside her, but makes no effort to move or pull him out of her yet. Right now, she just wants to feel him all around her.

[southernreaper]

She shivers and his arms tighten on her. "You cold?" He whispers, into the silence of the room. Unfortunately, they're laying on top of the blankets and will have to move. Kevin doesn't want to move right now.

He finger combs her hair, careful of any possible snags. He gently works out the snags her does discover. He kisses her again, glad he can.

[goingthroughaphase]

She nestles in against him, her head resting on his chest. "Maybe a little..." she says softly. Because now that he mentions it, as the heat in her body is dying down and the air cools around them, she's starting to feel a bit chilly.

Though it's not the cold that causes another shiver as he combs his fingers through her hair. She returns the kiss with another soft sound, feeling very satisfied and relaxed.

[southernreaper]

He smiles, kissing her back. This... this is something he never thought he'd have. He wants to savor it. Still, it doesn't do her any good to be cold. He grunts and reaches out for the blanket on the other bed. With a hard tug, he pulls it over and covers the pair of them up.

"There, can't have you catchin' cold." He teases, holding onto her. He doesn't want her to move. Though, they never did finish that dance. He's still finger combing her hair and holding her gently. This, this is something special to him and he'll never forget. The rings on his fingers symbolize a lot to him. Not just marriage and faithfulness, but a chance at something normal.