NSFW ABC Prompt

D - Dirty Secret

Belladonna - 

“You what?”

“What?” Belladonna looked at me innocently from her position at the vanity. A dark glass of wine was in hand as she swirled it within her glass. “You asked what my fantasy was and I told you.”

“I asked what your dirty secret was,” I clarified. “You gave that up so easily.”

Belladonna smiled slightly. “Oh, but I’m not finished,” she murmured. “Like I said, I would love nothing more than to watch you with another. Spread the two of you out over a bed together, position your bodies, watching the way you two groan and sweat.”

She crawled onto the bed, wine still in hand.  “You want to watch me with someone else?”

She hummed an affirmative. “Of course I do. I want them to mark you. Fuck you so hard that your eyes cross. Then,” she said, tipping the wine to my lips until I swallowed. The burst of grapes slid down my throat, warming me on the way down. “When they are all done, I would kill them right in front of you.”

I spit out my wine. “You what?”

She nipped at my lips, lapping at the spilled burgundy dripping down my chin. “I would take them before their orgasm stopped and I would break their neck for touching you. And then I would lick my way up your body and suck a new mark into every bit of reddened skin until you knew nothing but my name.”

I felt my heart slam against my chest, not having realized how much of a turnon that would be.

“No one touches you,” she hissed, holding my chin within her fingers. “No. One.”

Gabriel - 

The door to Gabriel’s apartment was open. No one would dare break into the Warden’s house. Or at least, it was what he believed.  I had gotten so used to it being unlocked, that I just walked in now. I wanted to surprise him today. Grab him a change of clothes and meet him at work to take him on a date. A soft moan greeted me as I walked inside though, giving me pause. Tipping my head, I listened closely.  There was a low grunt and the wet slap of skin coming from the living room.

There was only a small wall that separated the foyer from the other room as as I stepped around it, I saw Gabriel. He was sitting on the chair, legs spread wide, pants discarded neatly upon the couch. My breath catched at the sight of his cock. Thick and veiny. Darker at the tip. It was glistening with precum, a bead of it dripping down the side before his fingers caught it and spread it downwards as he pulled the skin taught.

He whispered my name.  It was so quiet I barely caught it but it was still there. It wound against me, pooling in the pit of my stomach.

He lifted his hips then, arching into his own hand. It was then I caught something shiny just below him. I swallowed thickly as I heard a soft buzz, watching as a glistening cock came in and out of his ass.  I raised my brow, watching as sweat poured down his cheeks, wetting the hair at his temples.

His breaths came in deeper pants, his lips parting in a gasp, as his fingers tightened against him, tugging at himself with a harsh flick of his wrist.  Then he stopped. Pulling his hand off, he placed it on the arms of the chair and squeezed. His cock bobbed in front of him, angry and erect. Meanwhile, he pumped his hips a few more times, fucking himself harshly before standing, pulling the toy out, and walking over to his pants.  He pulled them on with a straight face, shoving his erection into his trousers and then belting his sword.

When he turned to me, he froze.

“Hi,” I told him.

He had no words.  I probably should have said something sooner but… it was honestly hot.  

“I– I sometimes like to do this during my lunch break,” he murmured. “It helps me focus.”

“Staying uncomfortably hard keeps you focused?”

“Yes.”

Walking over to him, I reached out, cupping him through his trousers. “Then let me help with that.”

Milo - 

“Do you even have a dirty secret?” I laughed, flopping on the bed next to Milo. His clothes were discarded to one side, his freckled skin on display. 

“Nope,” he said with a pop of his lips. “Sex is dirty, but it shouldn’t be secret.”

“Oh, come on,” I said, rolling to my side. “You have to have something that you enjoy that you get embarrassed about. A fantasy. A position?”

Rolling over on top of me, he bracketed his arms on either side of my head. “Darlin’, you know me. Why would I be embarrassed about what I do under the sheets?”

“Milo, I don’t think you do most things under the sheets. You don’t even have sheets.”

“Shh,” he teased, rocking his hips against my own. “No dirty secrets here. I enjoy being controlled during sex. I enjoy pounding into a warm and tight body.” He pulled me close. “I like having someone get on their knees and suck me off in a back alley. I like someone tying me up and spanking my ass.  When a man admits that he happily will take a dildo or enjoys getting told what to do, what else is there that could be so secretive?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the lace panties you have in your bedside table.”

He froze. “You’ve seen those?”

“I have.” I trailed a hand down his back, dipping between the cheeks of his ass.  “Want to model them for me?”

Hazel - 

“I just thought that maybe– you know– if you wanted…” Hazel stood before me, twisting her hands in her skirts, a crimson blush high on her cheeks. 

“You want to tie me up?”

“Only if you want to,” she said quickly.

“We’ve done that before,” I told her. I wasn’t sure why she was so nervous about it all. It wasn’t as if we hadn’t done some kinky things before.

“No. I know. I– it’s– don’t worry about it.” Her head ducked down, like she was ready to run away.

“Hazel, it’s fine. I wouldn’t mind doing that again. You don’t need to be embara–” Vines shot out from the wall, curling down from the large hanging baskets in the corner of our room before snaking around my body and holding me tight. My clothes were slowly removed, slippering vines pushing and pulling until I was hanging from the ceilings, limbs spread and completely on display.

I looked at Hazel.

Her eyes were black as she licked her lips. “Oh,” she breathed. “You’re even prettier than I thought you’d be.”

A vine snaked up, tickling the inside of my thigh and pinching at my chest.

I gasped loudly.

Hazel walked up to me, her eyes lingering on the way the vines cupped around my groin, slithering back and forth.  “I’m going to just watch for a while,” she told me politely. “And then, we’ll have some real fun.”

My head tilted back as the plants tightened around me and I heard Hazel emit a needy groan.

Malcolm - 

“Does it hurt?” 

I widened my thighs, my skin burning beneath his touch.  “No,” I whispered, feeling the way Malcolm’s fingers pressed into my inner thighs.  Leaning down, he blew  lightly over my skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

“Good,” he murmured.  Dipping the needle into the pot of ink, he brought it back to my skin, slowly drawing a thick line against me. I felt my core tighten, my body shivering.  “Just don't move.”

His head was dipped down so low, lips brushing between my legs.  I felt a bead of sweat fall from his temple, slipping across my inner thigh and soaking the sheet beneath me.

“Crook your leg for me?”

“Like this?”

He hummed, running a hand up my leg and spreading me wide. I was put on display for him as he slid up my body. I could feel the needle pressing against me, little pricks of pain tingling my body.

“You smell so good,” he whispered against me. “Wet and warm.” He slid a hand up my front, cupping me through my underwear. “Almost done,” he said, pressing down a little to keep me still.

“Malcolm?” I gasped.

He rubbed me comfortingly. “Hush, Lamplight. I need to concentrate.” His fingers twitched and rubbed, causing me to arch my back. The more I squirmed beneath him, the more he pressed, until I was crying out, my heart slamming against my chest. Malcolm lowered himself on either side of my thigh, rubbing himself against me while still teasing me.  It was too much. With him so close, the bits of pain lingering against me and the way he moved, I couldn’t do it anymore. I came with a sharp cry.

“There,” Malcolm said with a small grin, sitting up.  “It looks good.”

I forgot that he was giving me a tattoo.