smutember 2022 » 4 » gloves
story: RPG storyverse (not sure if canon, but at least canon-adjacent)
genre: prelude to smut
rating: 18+
characters: alyssé & fool_with_dream's simón
challenge: smutember 2022
CN: intimacy, slight hints of kink (scratching, biting, lowkey D/s vibes), mentions of social stigma around sex
author's note: soooo there's two parts to this bc soph gave me two very good ideas for this ship + prompt and i definitely intend on writing both! i decided to upload this for smutember and keep the second one for my october project bc i'm very short on time this month, so keep an eye out for that <3 this one is pre RPG server canon, still quite young, still in the public eye as royal heirs aly/simon, idk if it's canon or not bc i'm not even sure if they canonically fucked back then, but if they did, this is what i imagine it might have been like at some point!! or maybe what it might have been like if they actually lived their lives like intended, staying in their home countries and preparing to get married and rule their kingdom stuff, idk. part 2 will be have-been-married-for-a-while-and-have-gotten-much-kinkier-over-time aly/simón. enough rambling, on to the writing
gloves
he took off your gloves first.
let me take care of that, he said, gentle fingers sliding silky fabric down your forearms, wrists and off your hands, his gaze following, taking in every inch of skin laid bare.
the slowness and intimacy of it all, the thorough, deliberate manner in which he undresses you, has had you in a dizzying state of anticipation ever since. with every carefully untied knot, every brush of his fingers against your naked skin, every piece of fabric cleared away, the tingling mixture of nervosity and longing grows stronger, until it feels like your blood is sizzling in your veins, whipped up by your growing impatience.
by now, simón has removed the outer layers of clothing - the very tip of the iceberg, the part the whole world gets to see. you did not expect him to know how to take off a dress like this, how to undress a lady covered in enough layers to warrant the help of a maid to get in and out of every morning and every night, but somehow, he does; he knows how to, and he does it with such calm precision and determination it almost makes your knees weak.
as he goes on to loosen the laces of your corset, seemingly unhurried, he begins to press kisses between your shoulders, and even through the fabric of your chemise, the sensation makes you want to sigh in delight. he reaches your neck, fingertips brushing fine strands of hair aside ever so gently before his lips follow, and you can’t help but tilt your head to the side, baring your neck to him, practically begging for more without a single word.
soon, the last layer of fabric falls to the floor and those beautiful, beautiful hands are finally free to roam your body, to caress you everywhere, to reach for places everyone in the whole damn country would think of as inappropriate if they knew their princess was letting anyone see, let alone touch them-
»now that all this is out of the way …« his lips are so close to your ear each word sends a pleasant shiver down your entire body. his voice sounds low and throaty, tinged with desire barely held back, fiery passion about to ignite. »… let me take care of you.«
you can barely even form a cohesive thought at this point, but somehow, you manage to say: »yes, please.«
simón pulls you closer, fingernails digging into your hips, and catches the sensitive skin of your neck between his teeth.
the very same hands that slid off your gloves so slowly, so carefully, so gently, are about to handle you just as roughly as you like it, use your body freely to satisfy your needs as well as his, devour you with no hesitation - and the whimper that escapes your lips as you melt under his touch betrays the fact that you’ve been craving this for far too long.
genre: prelude to smut
rating: 18+
characters: alyssé & fool_with_dream's simón
challenge: smutember 2022
CN: intimacy, slight hints of kink (scratching, biting, lowkey D/s vibes), mentions of social stigma around sex
author's note: soooo there's two parts to this bc soph gave me two very good ideas for this ship + prompt and i definitely intend on writing both! i decided to upload this for smutember and keep the second one for my october project bc i'm very short on time this month, so keep an eye out for that <3 this one is pre RPG server canon, still quite young, still in the public eye as royal heirs aly/simon, idk if it's canon or not bc i'm not even sure if they canonically fucked back then, but if they did, this is what i imagine it might have been like at some point!! or maybe what it might have been like if they actually lived their lives like intended, staying in their home countries and preparing to get married and rule their kingdom stuff, idk. part 2 will be have-been-married-for-a-while-and-have-gotten-much-kinkier-over-time aly/simón. enough rambling, on to the writing
gloves
he took off your gloves first.
let me take care of that, he said, gentle fingers sliding silky fabric down your forearms, wrists and off your hands, his gaze following, taking in every inch of skin laid bare.
the slowness and intimacy of it all, the thorough, deliberate manner in which he undresses you, has had you in a dizzying state of anticipation ever since. with every carefully untied knot, every brush of his fingers against your naked skin, every piece of fabric cleared away, the tingling mixture of nervosity and longing grows stronger, until it feels like your blood is sizzling in your veins, whipped up by your growing impatience.
by now, simón has removed the outer layers of clothing - the very tip of the iceberg, the part the whole world gets to see. you did not expect him to know how to take off a dress like this, how to undress a lady covered in enough layers to warrant the help of a maid to get in and out of every morning and every night, but somehow, he does; he knows how to, and he does it with such calm precision and determination it almost makes your knees weak.
as he goes on to loosen the laces of your corset, seemingly unhurried, he begins to press kisses between your shoulders, and even through the fabric of your chemise, the sensation makes you want to sigh in delight. he reaches your neck, fingertips brushing fine strands of hair aside ever so gently before his lips follow, and you can’t help but tilt your head to the side, baring your neck to him, practically begging for more without a single word.
soon, the last layer of fabric falls to the floor and those beautiful, beautiful hands are finally free to roam your body, to caress you everywhere, to reach for places everyone in the whole damn country would think of as inappropriate if they knew their princess was letting anyone see, let alone touch them-
»now that all this is out of the way …« his lips are so close to your ear each word sends a pleasant shiver down your entire body. his voice sounds low and throaty, tinged with desire barely held back, fiery passion about to ignite. »… let me take care of you.«
you can barely even form a cohesive thought at this point, but somehow, you manage to say: »yes, please.«
simón pulls you closer, fingernails digging into your hips, and catches the sensitive skin of your neck between his teeth.
the very same hands that slid off your gloves so slowly, so carefully, so gently, are about to handle you just as roughly as you like it, use your body freely to satisfy your needs as well as his, devour you with no hesitation - and the whimper that escapes your lips as you melt under his touch betrays the fact that you’ve been craving this for far too long.