Saffron smut

This is the finished version of a drabble I wrote about Saffron a long time ago (its actually my first post on here!) 

So I'm posting the full thing rather than labeling this as part two. Enjoy!💙

(Note this isn't edited at the moment)

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Saffron pats his lap in an invitation as he pushes his chair away from the dinner table.

Determined to meet his challenge you get up from your seat and lower yourself onto him and-

Oh.

You bite down on your lip to withhold a gasp, refusing to make a sound. You won't give him the satisfaction of garnering a reaction. Not in this lifetime.

Saffron raises a brow and lifts his hips.

The bulge between his slack covered thighs pokes and prods in all the right places.

He's doing this on purpose. The fucker.

Saffron: Something the matter?

He knows exactly what's the matter. You want to wipe that smug expression off of his face and without missing a beat you grind your hips into his.

His hands go still on your waist and this time it's your turn to grin.

You: I could ask the same of you. You're looking a little flushed there. Did dinner make you sick?

His heels dig into the mahogany covered floor. You hear them scrape as he tries to keep his pace even and controlled while you grind into him with reckless abandon.

A malicious gleam settles behind Saffron's eyes at your taunt.

His returning scowl shows a gentleman's facade cracked thin.

Saffron: No, but my dessert doesn't seem to be sitting well with me.

You: Such a shame. Maybe you should lie down on the couch and get a cold compress.

Saffron: I couldn't agree more.

He reaches behind you and plucks something off of the table. When he draws his hand back, a simple ice chip rests between his long pianist fingers, water dripping onto the leg of your pants.

What's he-?

Saffron slides the ice across the length of your collar bone before leaning forward and letting his tongue skate along the cooling trail of water.

You gasp at the sudden change in heat.

He continues to repeat this method, until his nimble hands yank open your shirt causing a few buttons to snap off and roll underneath the table.

Then the ice circles your nipple before his lips follow.

He manages to get a sound out of you. A gasp followed by a soft moan.

The sound of defeat.

Content, Saffron pulls back, ready to say something when he takes in your flushed face and parted lips. His eyes go wide, as his eyes land on your exposed front and trembling legs.

Saffron: Shit.

It's the first time you've ever heard him curse and despite being a horny blue balled mess, you're tempted to make fun of him for it when he grips your ass and captures your mouth with his.

Saffron. Stick-up-the-ass, Saffron, is kissing you.

And holy shit does he know what he's doing.

Your legs tighten in response around his waist as his mouth greedily devours yours.

You can't remember the last time someone kissed you like this or if you've ever been kissed like this.

You just know that you don't want him to stop.

And when he does, you make the most shameful desperate sound that you're sure to regret later.

Saffron: We should-

You don't let him continue and yank him forward by his stupid tie.

He groans and doesn't try pushing you away again.

Instead, your stubbornness is rewarded by his hands growing exploratory.

Your skin tingles as they rub up and down the center of your stomach, grazing your chest briefly, before sliding down and into the waistband of your pants.

You whimper as he finds the insatiable fire building between your legs and stokes the coals with hungry enthusiasm. You bite his shoulder when one of his fingers dips into you to muffle your voice.

Saffron: Fuck, you're so tight. I wonder how much of me you can fit…

Before long a second finger joins the first.

Your legs spread wider.

When a third finger follows, you bite down so hard on him that you draw blood which earns you a soft hiss and your body pushed onto the table in retaliation.

Silverware clatters as saffron sweeps his arm out. A glass or two breaks and you can hear the sound of dripping water.

An apple rolls between your feet.

Saffron grabs your waist and then hoists you onto the table and steps in between your legs, yanking off the tie constricting his throat while your hands roam over his flat stomach, encouraging the removal of each piece of clothing with eager fingers.

Then your back is flat against the table and he’s all over you.

Hot silken lips trail down your body, soft and slack.

They halt just a few centimeters above the waistband of your pants, his eyes meeting yours, knowing full well what you're waiting for.

Your patience is rewarded when he clamps his teeth around the zipper of your pants and slowly-ever-so slowly-tugs it down, exposing a silver of underwear hiding underneath.

The shock of seeing his face hover above your pelvis leaves you breathless.

You're still trembling so hard that Saffron has to help you out of your pants before returning to his initial task.

He kneels in front of you like a worshiper before his God.

He grabs one of your legs and hikes it over his shoulder. Your hands bury in his hair on reflex and-

Oh.

Mn!

His mouth clamps over your burning arousal, right over your underwear, not even bothering to at least move the material off to the side, instead choosing to work with the barrier.

Your hips buck and you whimper.

What he's doing is torturous. Cruel even, not giving you the satisfaction of skin on skin.

You should've guessed a man who took pleasure in toying with his victims would also take great satisfaction in doing the same to his sexual partners but to a different degree.

You write as he sucks and licks, the dampness seeping through your underwear driving you wild.

You accidentally knock over another glass and this time wine seeps through the back of your shirt, making the whole ordeal feel wild and dirty.

Nothing at all what you'd assume sex with someone as straight laced as Saffron would feel like.

When Saffron lifts his head, you can see the words left unsaid.

This…THIS…

is just the beginning.

Then he picks you up, cradling you to his chest as he heads for the open bedroom.

You wouldn't have minded the table.

But you can't complain too much considering the golden opportunity he's just given you.

You're desperate to see what makes this man tick.

Saffron makes a low sound in his throat when you kiss his jaw.

A borderline growl that makes you want him to do it again.

You start by leaving a colorful collection of bright red bruises along his collar bone, up to his sensitive neck and underneath his ear lobe, scraping tongue and teeth in hopes that it'll elicit some kind of reaction.

Your hopes end up dashed when you reach the bedroom and he tosses you onto the bed.

You almost think it didn't affect him at all until he lowers himself on top of you and you realize his entire face is flushed under the subtle glow of the lamplight.

“I’m going to fuck you, senseless.”

He says before nipping at the vulnerable spot beneath your earlobe.

Then your jaw.

Then your neck.

And finally your collar bone.

All to match the ones you made him bare.

It's a painful retaliation.

But intoxicating all the same.

You watch as Saffron shifts back onto his knees and realize with stark clarity that his careful composure no longer exists here in the present, snuffed out by your mere presence.

A fact you take pure unabashed delight in.

Leaning back amongst the heap of pillows, you spread your legs, watching as his pupils dilate at the sight of your invitation, his eyes going almost completely black with lust.

You open up your arms wide…

And welcome the madness of his lust.

“Destroy me.”

It’s all the permission he needs.

Without warning, your hips are pulled up into the air as Saffron practically tears off your slip of underwear, tossing the remaining scraps of cloth over his shoulder without a care for their cost, likely already making note of buying another pair for later.

You gasp as he drags your pelvis towards his awaiting mouth.

He wastes no time in digging in, his tongue rough as it ravages the most sensitive parts of your body, causing your thighs to tighten and toes to curl in response.

You’re almost at the cusp of an orgasm when Saffron pulls back, saliva mixed with your arousal dripping from his tongue.

He swallows every last drop.

You try sitting up, desperate to undo his pants but he presses you back down, refusing to give up his control.

You almost roll your eyes but then you catch sight of his stiff member and all thoughts of arguing or playing the role of a brat go straight out of your head.

Instead, you just…stare.

Waiting with a very nice view as Saffron grabs a foil packet and brings the condom to his tip, rolling it over the shaft with ease.

Of course the fucker has a pack of XL condoms.

Big dick, ceo-esque, fifty shades of green ass-

He grabs your hips and yanks you forward once more, this time slamming his dick into you so hard and fast that you scream.

"Fucker!"

Saffron licks his bottom lip as he draws himself out.

"I thought you requested for me to destroy you."

"Or did you not really mean that and would prefer a gentler approach?"

He's being serious, but even the suggestion pisses you off for some reason.

Like you can't handle him at his worst.

But you can.

You yank him down by the collar of his button down shirt that he's somehow still wearing.

"Do. Your. Worst."

And then you let go of him.

He stays still for a moment before something passes over his face, an expression you can't read when it disappears in an instant.

He positions himself at your entrance and you prepare yourself this time, right before he slams into you, this time even rougher than the last.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Thrust after thrust, Saffron doesn't hold himself back and you watch as he starts to unravel.

His hair becomes more disheveled, his eyes completely eclipsed in black, his mouth coming down on yours in a frenzy.

And as your body adjusts to his size and speed you can feel yourself starting to follow, your eyes becoming half lidded and your hips picking up their speed.

You meet him thrust for thrust, your hands rubbing up and down his arms as they strain to hold his entire body above you, traveling to his back and then his ass to encourage even faster movement, wanting to feed into this frenzy.

You can almost feel every vein on his cock throbbing and pulsing causing your own heat to respond in tandem, begging you for some kind of release or reprieve, when Saffron suddenly lurches forward and bites your shoulder so hard it draws blood.

It's enough to send you straight over the edge alongside Saffron who buries his face into your neck to muffle his long, drawn out moan.

You lay there, still lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm when Saffron leans down and collects his pants.

You almost think he's going to leave and clean up the mess at the dinner table.

Not surprising all things considered.

The man likes things kept neat and tidy with the exception of sex.

But to your surprise he reveals a second condom covered in foil, his eyes finding yours, asking a question he likely already knows the answer to.

This time his dress shirt gets ripped off.