#writing this with the fuzziest brain and writer's block tee hee

[stottlemorgan]

WIP Monday because I'm going insane

Below the cut is a snippet of the latest request I'm working on. It's smut so MDNI as always, thank you Xoxo

His hands clutch their way down to your rear and you give a gentle moan, tilting your head toward his, breathing in the puffs of his rum-laden breath. In between the call and response of yours and Arthur’s hips, you lean in, capturing his open mouth in a tender, messy kiss. Your eyes flutter when Arthur moans eagerly into your mouth, one of his hands coming to cup the back of your head as your tongue curls against his own.

His hands move to his pants, his rough knuckles grazing your folds and making you gasp. When you feel him work his buttons open, you break the kiss, breathing against his lips, “Let me.” Arthur helps you drag his pants down to his knees by lifting his hips and holding your rear as you kneel up a bit. When you pull his drawers down, his girth arcs upwards, the ruddy head notching at the rim of your cunt before stroking its way up your slit and brushing your throbbing clit. The whimper you release is a mere floaty wisp atop the overcurrent of lust that runs up through Arthur, causing him to buck and groan. The underside of his cock rubs against your slick as you settle yourself down onto it, sandwiching it between your folds and his lower abdomen. Rocking your hips gently, you coat his shaft with your wetness, and Arthur is already panting, teeth bared, his eyes fixed on your soft cunt kissing at his blushing cock.

“Shit, darlin– shit–” He rasps, tiredly pawing at your knees and pushing them further apart, making you moan.

“Yes, Arthur– yes–”

Arthur’s hips twitch and he swallows thickly, shakily slowing you down, “Tha’s– tha’s enough, my girl. I’m ready.” His words leave him breathless and pleading, his chest heaving as he rests his head back against the tree. Clumsily, you push up on your knees, carefully taking hold of his cock and pumping a few times for good measure. Arthur gasps, his stomach tensing and his blunt nails pinching your knees, “Sweetheart–”

“I know, jus’ makin’ sure,” you softly reply, thumbing over his cockhead and twisting your wrist, checking that he is fully saturated. He whimpers, blinking wearily up at you, and you duck down, gently kissing around his mouth before lapping at his lips, guiding his mouth open. Arthur returns your kiss with a lazy passion, his hands moving up to massage your thighs as you position yourself above him. As you kiss, you slowly sink down onto his cock, whining at the familiar sting and pulse as his hot head stretches your cunt.

Also, trying out the word cunt, lmk what you think Xoxo If you wanna take part in WIP Monday, go right ahead!