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I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church

… And Im Jewish

Have You Ever Tried This One? // Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader (18+)

Wanna try out some freaky positions? Have you ever tried this one?

Summary: When your husband, Lord Anthony Bridgerton, happens upon a book of erotic illustrations, he decides he wants to put them into action with you. Rating: 18+/explicit Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: smut, explicit sexual content MINORS DNI, m/f, light dom/sub undertones, doggystyle, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie/finishing inside mention. Crosspost: AO3, do not repost my fics anywhere! My Masterlist

A/N: Title and fic idea came from listening to the ovulation anthem Juno by Sabrina Carpenter! This is dedicated to my irl bestie @dorianellle who gave me some encouragement to write this. This is my first time writing smut in literally 3 years, please be gentle. Il Modi is a real book and was pretty much the Joy of Sex back in the day, but I haven't actually read it myself, so I took some creative liberties there.

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It was an early evening in Bridgerton House – a quiet, ordinary type of dusk, the type that your husband, Viscount Anthony Bridgeton, always found perfectly relaxing. It was rare for him to have such moments and thus, he revelled in it. The fireplace crackled softly, casting a golden glow over the opulently decorated sitting room.

Anthony had found himself looking through an old box of books left behind by his father, Edmund. It had not been properly sorted, even in all of the years since his passing. Anthony had figured there was no time like the present to see if there was anything of interest in the old crate. He grasped the dusty, leather-bound book in his hands, running a finger over the faded gold lettering on the cover. The worn edges and cracked spine told of years gone by, a faint scent of aged paper rising as he traced each letter.

The viscount let out an interested whisper as he read the title. “I Modi,’ Anthony murmured, which translates in Latin to The Ways. He wondered the ways of what, exactly, as curiosity pushed him further in.

His eyes widened as he began to thumb through the pages. Inside, a series of erotic drawings caught his attention. A sly, intrigued smirk crossed his dark features, his mind wandering immediately to you. The illustrations were artful, yet daring and tantalizing. He found himself stiffening at the thought of you in those positions, panting and mewing as he pounded into you.

A plan began to form in the Viscount’s mind.

A plan, he thought, that sounded dastardly fun.

You were seated in front of your vanity, running a brush over and over through your long hair. It was a normal part of your nighttime routine and brought you comfort. Truth be told, the nights since your wedding were truly quite…customary. You wondered if women dreamed of ordinary nights in their beds with their husbands or if other women were more like you, secretly wishing for something a bit more audacious.

You heard Anthony enter, turning to greet him. His handsomeness never failed to take you. It was a small pleasure to look him over; brown hair tousled just a bit, only left in a white dress shirt and black trousers, suspenders hanging at his sides. You saw that he had a book tucked under his arm, peaking out from the billowing white fabric of his shirt. His brown eyes twinkled with intent, yet held somewhat of a playful edge. You felt your stomach flip just a bit, mind wandering back to your desire for adventure in this room.

“Wife,” he grinned, holding up the brown book in his hand like a game trophy. Anthony leaned down, planting a chaste kiss on your lips. He sat down on the chaise lounge near you.

“Husband,” you let out a small smile, raising a suspicious brow. “What, pray tell, is on your mind? You appear to be in mischievous sorts.”

“I come baring something rather…educational, my darling.”

He handed you the book with an innocent air. You noticed, however angelic his tone, a devilish look blooming across his eyes. Inquisitiveness overcame you as you began flipping through the pages. You felt your cheeks turn crimson, looking at Anthony just for a moment. A few seconds then passed where you wondered if this was a jest.

You let out a girlish giggle, placing your dainty fingertips to your mouth. You were at once both amused and intrigued, yet admittedly a bit shocked. You had been raised with nothing but the most traditional of upbringings. In fact, you did not know the marital act could be pursued in such a way before casting your eyes on this book. Anthony respected you, and thus, your embrace was usually in the typical missionary as it had been since your wedding night – and not a moment sooner.

“What, pray tell, do you propose we do with such knowledge, my Lord?”

Anthony felt a twitch in his trousers. There was something about you calling him by his title that never failed to cause the blood to rush right to his cock.

“I want to test the accuracy of these illustrations. According to this book, these positions can be quite pleasurable for both man and his wife,” he breathed. You knew you were blushing now. There was no way you couldn’t be, not with the distinct feeling of a thump-thump-thump making itself clear in your pussy. Anthony reaches out, running his pointer finger along your collarbone. “I know you are so curious, my darling, about these things. Shall we try a lesson?”

He was coaxing you into his game, knowing you would soon melt under his guide and touch. You trusted Anthony implicitly. All you could do was nod as he walked you both over to the bed. You climbed in together, finding a comfortable position. You turned to him, allowing him to pull you into a gentle kiss. You leaned into the soft warmth of his lips and revelled as the kiss turned more passionate. Warmth bloomed across your chest as you parted, your eyes lingering into Anthony’s.

“Come,” he patted his chest, laying back on to the pillows. You smiled, moving to allow your head with your head against his body as he opened the book again.

He looked through the pages a bit, the only sound in the room was the paper turning and your breathing. You swore you heard him chuckle as he landed on one specific drawing. He ran his finger across the ink, guiding it along the woman’s breasts and down to her fully exposed vulva. You cocked your head to the side, realizing you had never truly looked at another woman’s body before.

“The female form…is captured in such an exquisite way here,” he whispered. “Although this woman, the subject, is no near as lovely as you.”

The viscount moved then, and you instinctually opened your legs wide, hiking your nightdress up to your hips. You shivered, feeling the pad of his finger run up and down your slit, over your hot core. It was obvious to you that you were growing increasingly drenched, a spot forming on the front of your bloomers. Anthony felt the dampness and took it as his cue to continue.

Anthony carried on with his slow, deliberate touches.

“I would like to reenact this… I want you bent over in front of me. On your knees,” he whispered again. The atmosphere of the room felt thick with desire. You feared if you didn’t remind yourself to breathe, you would forget.

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Tell me that is what you want.”

You glanced back to the picture. “I wish for you to…love me…fuck me. Like her.”

The sound of you speaking so filthily made Anthony want to completely abandon his plans and take you right there. You had never uttered that word before. It was a word his friends at Oxford used often, but not one he was used to coming from the pretty mouth of his wife.

Slowly, you both disrobed, Anthony limbered out of bed to rid himself of his shirt and trousers. You swore your mouth watered at the sight of his erect cock, proudly dripping with just a droplet of precum at the head.

“It appears you like what you see, my girl?” Anthony guided his hand up and down his length, running his thumb over his head, smearing the arousal there just a bit.

All you could do was nod. You were seated on the bed still, your dripping core fully on display for him, aching with want. He reached out, running two fingers down your slick folds. Anthony chuckled as he collected the arousal that had already pooled there. You gasped he slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking them with a loud pop. Without warning, he glided two fingers back into your cunt. You could see that his eyes were burning with desire at the truth that you were warm, tight, and deliciously wet for him. Your breath caught as he continued to thrust his first and middle fingers in and out, turning his wrist and coaxing them in a come-hither motion. It hit something deep within your core; a place you never knew existed.

“A-An..A..,” you mewed, pleasure pressing itself into you.

“That is My Lord,” he growled, but you see the playfulness in his eyes. “Tell the viscount what it is you need.”

“I need you, My Lord. Please.”

You felt a jolt of butterflies burst their way through your tummy as he smirked. You whimpered sadly as he removed his digits suddenly. You looked at them in the firelight glow, all sticky and wet with your desire for him. It was disgustingly erotic. You realized, in that moment, the nights in your bed chamber with your husband are about to change for good.

“On your knees,” he ordered. You didn’t have but a second to think before you obeyed him, moving so that your hands and knees were resting on the soft velvet of the duvet.

Anthony stood back a moment, palming his aching cock lightly as he drank in a good, long look at you. You looked perfect like this to him. Pussy on display, shining with arousal; breasts, swinging below you, hard nipples begging to be given attention. Your hair hung in long tendrils over your shoulder. You hoped in your mind you looked like the woman in the book, being claimed animalistically by her lover.

You turned your head, glancing back at him. “Is this what you desire, My Lord?”

Anthony moves around the bed, looking at you up and down. He was inspecting you like you are were a fine piece of art - a sculpture, even.

“A sweet creature you are,” he murmured. He reached out, giving your nipples a little twist and audibly chuckling as you whined. “It is almost perfect. But…back up. I need you closer to the edge of the bed,” Anthony’s voice came again, and you wiggled yourself back so you could meet him at the edge.

“Perfect, perfect,” his voice was barely audible as he reached down to land a soft smack on your ass. Now it was your turn to giggle, enjoying the way your cunt fluttered at the feeling of being spanked.

Anthony smiled as you looked back at him over your shoulder.

“I believe you should insert your cock, now, My Lord.”

He practically growled at your playfulness. He was standing, muscular legs apart, as he guided his thick and swollen cock into your waiting pussy.

He let out a grunt as a curse fell from his lips. “Damn it all, that’s my good girl.”

You only moaned in response. His praise caused something in you to only burn brighter. You pushed back, meeting his thrusts to bring his cock even further into you. It felt different this way, his cock stretching you out in a pleasurable but unfamiliar fashion. You felt yourself shudder as his hands clasped around your hips, fingernails digging into your supple skin.

“And then, it would appear that I would begin to fuck you this way,” he groaned, play-acting as if you were truly just conducting an experiment. He began slowly, bouncing your ass off of his hips. But then he began to rut faster, moving his hips upward to hit the sweetest of places inside of you.

“Touch your pearl,” he commanded, reaching out to put a hand in your hair. You used your free hand to steady your body as you reached down to find your clit. You rubbed in circles, the overwhelm of his pulsating member in your wetness and his hand in your hair pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Touch yourself for me.”

Anthony was attentive yet teasing, mirroring the sensuality of the artwork you had looked upon together. He reached down to slap your ass cheek again. You moaned, wishing your other hand was free to tweak your nipples.

“You are so perfect. Oh,” he leaned forward a bit, and you can only answer with a breath sigh in response. “Fucking perfect for me this way. Cunt split open my cock. Do you like this? Do you? Being fucked like this?”

“Yes, my Lord. Yes, my Lord,” you could only repeat the phrase over and over, head tipping back in euphoric bliss. Your reaction only encouraged him further, his thrusts now becoming harder and faster as nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your syncopated, breathy pants.

You felt yourself reaching that place you so longed for. It built first in the pit of your tummy, and then before you could think, it was bursting through your entire body. The room went black for a moment. Every muscle in your body tightened before releasing. You let out a loud yell and whimper, crying out his name, knowing you were absolutely soaking his cock at that moment, contracting around him.

It was Anthony who came next, his chest falling onto your back as he brutally pumped out his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, my love, my girl,” he whined loudly. You felt the warmth of his cum spread inside of you. You stayed like this for a moment, allowing him to completely empty himself into you. As he pulled out, you could have cried at the emptiness, feeling his cum drip out of you.

You flipped onto your back as Anthony moved to grab a handkerchief from a nearby dresser drawer. He reached down, cleaning you off attentively.

“You have quite a bit of scholarly dedication, Anthony Bridgerton,” you giggled. He tosses the handkerchief into a nearby laundry basket after cleaning himself also, crawling into bed next to you. You are tangled in one another’s embrace, the book lying forgotten on the floor.

Anthony chuckled, brushing his lips over your sweaty forehead. “I have not ever been this eager to study.”

As he looked at you, his face turned tender. “I do love you,” he whispered with a sigh, holding you close to his warm chest. You place your hand on his chest, running your fingers along the space between his pecks. The shared intimacy lingered in the air, leaving you feeling content and sleepy.

“Perhaps next time, I shall choose the picture to imitate?” you ventured daringly.

He looked over at you before pulling you into another deep kiss, tongue tracing itself over your lip. “I believe that can be arranged.”

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