howlingplayground | Arranged Marriage

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Arranged Marriage

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

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"Take advantage?" He whispers, his fingers tracing over the soft skin under her sleep shirt. He wonders if she'll start wearing his shirts. The thought is sexy as hell.

"I dunno about taking advantage, but if you wouldn't mind screaming my name a few times..." He teases, just as his fingers slide under her panties, to touch her with slightly callused fingers. He leans closer to her ear and whispers, "I want to taste you all over and listen to you yell my name, Mrs. Ford." He nips her earlobe, gently, his fingers still stroking between her legs.

She would be happy to wear some of his shirts, although at the moment she wouldn't mind wearing a little less.

She shudders as his fingers trace over her skin, and a moan rises from her throat as he touches her more intimately. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulls him a little closer and murmurs, "Then take me now, Mr. Ford."

He smiles and kisses her, his fingers still rubbing ever so slowly. Carefully, he removes his fingers, still kissing her and starts working her panties down. His mouth moves down as well, trailing down her neck.

Kevin pulls her panties off fully and kisses her ankle, then trails his mouth achingly slowly up her leg. He avoids her sex, then pushes under the shirt, pushing it upward. He needs her naked and perfect. Not that she isn't perfect now. He pushes her shirt up, his mouth latching onto a breast.

She moans, though it rises to a bit of a whine when he doesn't touch her where she needs him, the area between her legs hot and leaving her wanting. Her back arches a bit, and her fingers tangle and tighten in his hair as he kisses her breast, pulling another moan from her lips.

Gently, he strips her of her shirt. She's in all her glory under him and he loves it. He leans down and kisses her nose, then strips himself. He wants her. His cock nudges at her as he settles between her legs.

Licking at one raised nipple, he presses slowly into her. He leans up and kisses her slowly, his tongue asking for entrace at the same time his cock opens her up.

Feeling him start to push inside her pulls another moan from her lips, which she parts to grant his tongue entry as well. The feeling sends a heat rippling through her body, and she tightens around his length as she shifts her hips to press him further into her.

He growls against her mouth, loving the sensation of being inside his wife, and knowing that she's there for only him. Kevin tends not to be possessive of people, but for Kitty, he could possibly change that.

Gently, he begins to move inside of her, wanting to hear and feel her make those sounds that she does. He loves knowing that he is bringing her to the pinnacle.

Her breath hitches as he starts moving, feeling every inch of him rocking inside her. Even with the number of times they've done this during their trip, the sensation still sends a jolt of electricity through her body, coiling in her stomach and leaving her desperate for more of the feeling. She wraps her legs around his waist, wanting to bring him even deeper inside her.

He presses deeper into her, nipping down her neck, but being careful not to leave a mark where anyone can see it. He wants people to know she's his, but he doesn't want to disrespect her autonomy.

He'd never thought... He loves women. He does. But he loves men too. And he'd never thought that there'd be one who would make him forget that. Yet, here he is, pumping between Kitty's legs, his hand on the back of her thigh, wanting to take her to the heights and beyond, just with him. He wants to feel her skin. He wants to touch her hair. He wants to kiss her. He wants her, even though right now he has her.

"Kitty," He purrs out into her ear, more from his chest than his throat. Kevin keeps pressing into her, moving purposefully to bring her crashing down around him.

She moans, each thrust and stroke bringing her ever closer to the edge. But it's somehow still not enough, as she shifts her hips in time with his, desperate for more of that friction to bring her over.

"Kevin," she gasps, her back arching off the bed as she clings to him. "Kevin, please..."

Gently, he sips at her lips. Tracing his fingers away from her thigh, he presses his hand between them and strokes her clit ever so gently. He knows what she wants, and he wants it as well.

"I've got you. Hold on and let go." He whispers into her ear. Gently, he begins moving faster, his thumb acting as counterpoint.

She gasps, the speed of him inside her and the teasing of her clit sending a wave of heat coursing through her body, drowning her in pleasure as the feeling finally erupts in her core.

She climaxes with a sharp cry, clinging to him desperately with her nails digging into his back as her body trembles under the storm of sensation.

The feeling of her contracting around him, the nails digging into his back... All of this combines to send him over the edge. He pants on top of her, bracing himself on his arms, and leans against her, forehead to forehead.

God, he loves this. Sex has been good, but never this good. Laying there breathing with her, he thinks he may have fallen in love with his wife. Damn the Professor for knowing this shit.

Kevin kisses her gently and then rolls over onto his back, taking her with him, so she's on top of him. He gently traces his fingertips along her spine, wanting to just touch his wife.

"We take advantage enough?" He teases with a grin.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she gives a surprised sound when he brings her with him as he rolls over, and she finds herself lying on top of him. Then she shivers a little, feeling his touch ghosting along her spine.

His question earns a breathless giggle, and she rests her head on his shoulder. "Hmm...I suppose for now," she replies with a grin of her own.

He chuckles, under her, dropping a kiss on her head. He doesn't stop tracing her spine with his fingertips. He slowly catches his breath.

He's willing to stay here, for a long, long time, but they do have tickets to a ghost walk, and to the aquarium. "So," He drawls gently. "Whatcha say we go to the aquarium, after breakfast and see cute little penguins?"

She smells nice, like sex and her soap, and sweat. He wishes they could stay here forever, but he can't wear the dampener forever, and if he wants to sleep with her tonight... well, they need to get up.

With another shiver, she breathes out a content sigh. She would have liked to stay just like this for a little while as well, but she wouldn't want to waste their tickets either.

"Sounds like a good plan."

Though she doesn't quite get up just yet.

He chuckles. "Well." He purrs into her hair. "I'd get up, but I got my wife on top of me." He teases.

Kevin loves her being on top of him. If his cock would perk up, he'd let her be on top and say to hell with not wasting their tickets. Unfortunately, she's worn him out a bit. That's alright, leaves more time to tease her all day, and then bring her back here. He's already plotting a few things.

"Come on," He says, hugging her. "Shower, then breakfast. Then, baby penguins." He grins.

She gives a soft sound, somewhat of a protest but halfhearted at most. She carefully slides off him, but still rests against him.

"You might have to carry me to the bathroom," she says, feigning weakness as she bats her eyelashes at him.

He laughs. But, instead of protesting, he slides off the bed and scoops her up. "That what ya had in mind?" He asks, chuckling. He can carry her to the bathroom, but isn't sure she wants him to.

"Come on, shower for ya." He heads into the bathroom, still carrying her.

She giggles a little as he picks her up, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yes, perfect."

She could walk perfectly well on her own, but...this is more fun.

She's adorable. And she's his wife. It's something he'd never thought he'd have. And here she is, understanding of his mutation and just all around wonderful.

"Now, why don't you take a shower," He says, gently, putting her on her feet. "I'll buy us tickets and stuff." He cups her face. Then, he leans in and kisses her.

She gives a soft sound, standing on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. Then she gently pulls away after a moment or two and glances up at him. "You do make it difficult, though," she says with a teasing smile.

It's so strange; when the Professor had arranged their union, she had thought that she and Kevin would be friendly at best. This...this was so much more than she thought could happen.

"I do try," he teases back. But with another swift kiss, he leaves her alone to shower, buys tickets, and makes dinner reservations as well. He'll surprise her with those.

When she's done, he waits for her to come out. "Dress comfortable, but it's going to be a little chilly out." He kisses her temple. "Going to shower, and then we'll go." He says, warmly.

With a light, she'll step further into the bathroom. She takes her time showering and cleaning up, even singing a little.

When she does emerge, she's drying her hair with a towel, though pauses a moment so he can kiss her. "Okay," she replies with a smile.

He showers with the ring on, because it's just easier. Means no dissolving towels and no damned ash residue all over him. He's had that a few times and doesn't want to think about it.

When he comes out, he dresses quickly and then puts the ring in it's box before pulling on his gloves, last.

"Baby penguins?" He teases, holding out his gloved hand to her. He's feeling blessed that this is his wife, that she cares enough to be careful around him, that she'll understand when he disappears into his shop so that he can be alone for a bit.

He's not going to thank that manipulative old bastard that had done this, though. He's got a big enough head as it is.

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