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Dirty Girl

Thank you for the request love! 💕

Ardyn comes home after a long day and decides to have a bath with his lovely wife. Although his intentions are not so innocent.

Content warning: smut

For @ticklemycucumber ❤️

Word count: 4246

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The hour was late, yet your husband had not returned home. Unfortunately, the occurrence wasn’t uncommon, but you still hated it when this happened. You knew Ardyn was busy, what with being the Chancellor and all, but annoyance still crawled up your spine like a bothersome snake every time he missed dinner at home. The Empire stole far too much of his time.

You sighed. It couldn’t be helped really. So reluctantly, you cleaned up after your evening meal; rinsing plates to put in the dishwasher, and packaging any leftovers to be enjoyed later. It was as you were finishing this task that you heard the front door open and shut with soft clicks. You perked up. That could only mean one thing.

“My love?” Ardyn called from the entrance. Drying your hands on a kitchen towel, you pad out to greet him, chores immediately forgotten. As you enter the living room, you beam at him, pleased to have him home.

“Ardyn,” you respond.

“There she is,” he cooed, matching your smile with a soft expression of his own. He opened his arms for you as you fell into his embrace, burying your face in his chest and resting your hands on his shoulders. His scent tickled your nose, enveloping you in its comforting familiarity. He held you to him, the tips of his fingers tracing small, indistinguishable shapes into your back. He planted gentle kisses to your scalp, his stubble scraping roughly against the sensitive skin.

“Forgive me for my tardiness, my dear,” Ardyn murmured into your hair. “The counsel was being especially moronic this evening.”

You hummed in acceptance, just happy that he was here now. Although his plea did create a perfect opportunity to tease him. “I’ll think about it,” you smirk.

He sighed mock woefully. “Oh, how will I ever make it up to you?” Then you felt a mischievous grin spread across his face. A shiver ran up your spine; he may decide you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.

“Come my sweet,” he said, breaking your hold and grabbing one hand to lead you away. “Let us bathe. It has been a long day.”

You nodded in agreement, following as he led you to your shared ensuite bathroom. You snatched his hat off the top of his head, carelessly throwing it somewhere behind you. He raised an eyebrow at you, but made no further comment. Releasing your hand upon your arrival, he peeled off his fingerless gloves as you closed the door. He placed them by the sink before going to start the water running. Satisfied with the temperature, he turned to see you beginning to lift the hem of your shirt.

“Ah ah ah!” Ardyn sang, smoothly gliding behind you and gently grabbing your wrists. “Allow me.”

You blushed slightly, lowering your arms when he released you. Butterflies settled in your stomach as you anticipated what he would do. Taking a step back, you relaxed into his hold, his arms caging you in as he got to work. He grabbed your shirt, slowly raising it up and over your body, making sure to scrape the back of his knuckles against you and press kisses into your neck. The soft feeling made your skin buzz with pleasure. You moaned quietly at the attention, closing your eyes while turning your head to give him better access. “Arms up,” he spoke into your flesh, and you barely registered the movement of your own limbs obeying him. The garment came off to be unceremoniously discarded on the cold tile floor. You shivered at the sudden chill, feeling goosebumps erupt across your arms.

He dragged the palms of his hands down your sides, relishing in the way you mewled at the sensual touches. His hands were rough with callouses, catching on every bump on your skin. He quite liked this; when you became putty in his hands. You felt the apex of his arousal tent his trousers as it poked your back. You’d have to keep him in check, lest your bath go lukewarm and forgotten.

His hands moved behind you next, undoing the clasp of your bra. You felt the fabric lose its grip as it came undone, helped fully off by Ardyn’s deft fingers. It fell to the floor, but you were unable to really focus on it as his hands came forward to cup both your breasts. You couldn’t help the groans and gasps that escaped you as he kneaded the tender globes of flesh. His thumbs circled your areola gently a few times before pressing down harshly on your erect nipples. Your back arched at the stimulation, each touch sending its own wave of heat through you that pooled in your core. Your womanhood became wet with desire, soiling your underwear.

You reached a shaky hand behind you, wishing to feel his hard member. He quickly grabbed your wrist though, bringing the captured limb up to his waiting lips. He kissed the back of your hand delicately before whispering in your ear, “Patience my sweet.” Ardyn would have you begging, no, screaming for him before the night was out.

You obediently let your arm return to your side. He rewarded you by gently nipping your neck, pulling at the skin as he resumed fondling your breasts. Everything felt so sensitive. Every light touch, every caress burned like fire. The steam from the water added an additional layer of uncomfortable heat. You squirmed beneath Ardyn, the torment simultaneously overwhelming and immensely satisfying. He took no notice of your turmoil though, unfazed as he smoothed over any marks left by his teeth with open mouthed kisses. Tongue dexterous in administering relief. You felt his grip on you tighten, his actions becoming desperate and needy. His fingers dug into you, inevitably leaving bruises in their place.

“Ardyn,” you say in a warning tone. Your whole body ached for him, but you had been looking forward to that bath. He could have his way with you afterwards. When you could both properly appreciate each other.

He stopped his ministrations, his lips leaving your neck with a damp pop. A love mark was sure to bloom there. He nuzzled his face into your cheek, stubble scratching at you. “Apologies, my sweet,” he said breathlessly. “Quite the spell you are able to cast over me.”

His words make you smile. You turn your head and place an appreciative peck on his nose. He chuckles at the action. You can feel it rumble through him and into your back. His hands leave your chest to continue their descent. Even though you asked him to, you can’t help but miss the feeling of his thumbs teasing your nipples. They tingle with the memory of his touch.

Finally, he reaches your waist, taking a moment to hold your hips flush against himself. He hooks his fingers on the elastic strap of both your pants and panties, falling to a crouch as he pulls them down your legs. You lift your feet one at a time so he may fully divest you of your remaining clothes. As he slowly raises, he drags his hands against the inside of your thighs. They instinctively spread for him, your sex throbbing with the need for any friction. He denies you though, his hands continuing until they return to your hips. For a moment you think that’s the end of his teasing, then his hands whip around to grab your ass. You squeak indignantly, surprised but pleased with the feeling. A true laugh left him at your reaction.

He then turned you around so that he may admire your form. His eyes drank in the sight before him. Every dip and curve of your body. Every freckle, every blemish. All perfectly made just for him. Perfect in its imperfections. Sculpted for him alone. No other man would ever lay their eyes on you like this. That he would guarantee.

You blush under his scrutinizing stare, unable to hold eye contact for long. You cupped his prickly cheeks in your hands, drawing his attention away from your nudeness. Leaning up on your toes, you tilt your head to engulf his mouth in a deep kiss. He hums in pleasure, hands raking through your hair. He quickly takes over, his tongue dominating your own and tasting everything you had to offer. The push and pull of his lips was rough with barely held back desperation. You could tell he hadn’t eaten anything recently, as all you could sense was the unique flavor of him. It made you light headed with desire. Your heart hammered within your chest.

You both had to gasp for air when he separated from you with a parting bite. Your lungs burned, but it was entirely worth the pain if it meant you could feel his lips on yours. His breath fanned against your face. Chests heaving in unison, you stared into his golden eyes. His expression is filled with abdoration. You weren’t sure you’d be able to stop him again if he decided to take you there and then.

There was just one, small issue though.

Looking down, you move your hands to his delicate silk scarves, pulling them off roughly and not caring where they land. He smirks at your impatience, satisfied that he alone could cause it. Dragging your hands down his shoulders, they move underneath his soft coat, sliding it off his broad frame. It fell from him and you moved to undo the clasp on his vest. The metal came apart with a click, allowing you to pull this off him as well. Your actions may have been a little too brisk, but you didn’t care. You just wanted his body unobstructed. To feast on his form in much the same way he had done to yours. Your hands moved to the buttons on his dress shirt, pulling them apart with reckless abandon. You felt the fabric strain as you yanked on it.

Ardyn grabbed your hands before you can do any lasting damage. You glance up to find him looking very smug. “Relax, my love,” he purrs, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead before resting his head against yours. “Let us not be so hasty.”

You whimper pitifully at him. You wanted his clothes off now. But you would be a fool to disregard his command. Ardyn’s cruelty could shine through if he was feeling particularly vindictive. With how riled up he already was, not playing by his rules would only grant you anguish later. The unique torture of being brought to the edge again and again only to be left dissatisfied was not something you wanted to experience. Not tonight.

So you reluctantly aqueous. Slowly, deliberately working the last of his buttons apart. “So obedient,” he hums, pleased. You smile as you finally get the last one, running your hands over his shoulders and down his arms as you slide the shirt off. His muscles are well defined, rippling deliciously beneath your fingers.

“Who am I to deny my king?” You ask dreamily, making sure to give him your best bedroom eyes.

He grins like a fox locked in a hen house. The expression is absolutely sinful.

When the garment fully falls away, your breath catches. You take in his bare chest, littered with scars and toned muscle. Sometimes you forget how absolutely gorgeous he is when not presented with the irrefutable evidence before you. You wanted to map out each twisted patch of marred flesh. To ingrained in your memory the way each had its own jagged edges, its own shape. Striping his chest, spotting his stomach, and snaking behind his back. They were all beautiful. They were all undeniably him.

You couldn’t help yourself as you reverently began tracing the twisted shapes with your fingers. The traumatized tissue did not welcome your touch, hard and defensive, but it didn’t matter. Not when Ardyn sighed so contently at the way you worshiped his body. Not when he closed his eyes in bliss, head tilted back. His hands on your hips would tighten ever so slightly when you went over a sensitive spot, only to relax again when you peppered him with sweet kisses. Chest, shoulders, stomach, collar, your lips and fingers left no inch unexplored. His muscles flexed with each breath; you could feel them expand and contract. If you did this forever, it would not be enough to fully demonstrate how much you loved him.

Eventually, though, much like you had to do for Ardyn, he reminded you to continue with your task of undressing him. He slid his hands down your forearms to place them over your own. You watched as he guided them towards his belt buckle. Ah, he was getting impatient. It was obvious that was what he wanted you to remove next, but the sight of his boots caught your eye. Those would definitely have to come off first. Dropping down to your knees, you decided to take care of that. They come off easily enough, getting kicked aside as soon as they were loose. As an afterthought, you removed his socks too.

Once you were standing again, you rested your head on his sternum. You dragged your hands down his breasts, past his navel, arriving once again at his belt. The leather was of unsurprising high quality, so you were a little more careful about undoing it. Although you doubted Ardyn would really care if you damaged it, your need to please demanded you be gentle. Your fingers took apart the metal clasp before pulling it all the way through and out the front. It fell to the ground with a noisy clatter. When the sound dissipated, you noticed you couldn’t hear the water running anymore. When had that been turned off?

You decided not to dwell on it. There were much more important matters at hand.

Taking hold of his trousers, you sensually worked them down his muscular legs. You made sure to grab his boxers along the way too. His cock sprung free, engorged and ready for you. A dribble of precum leaked down its length, catching on the swollen veins that protruded along his shaft. You stared at it hungrily, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Your sex pulsed with need.

Stepping forward and out of the bunched up fabric, Ardyn grabbed your chin between his fingers. He forced your gaze up at him, signature smirk ever present. He leaned down, past your eyesight. Your vision swam with his wine colored hair.

“You will feel it soon enough,” he whispered into your ear, licking the shell of it to emphasize his words.

You trembled. Oh, you were definitely not going to survive the night.

“Come now.” He placed one hand to the small of your back, guiding you to the edge of the bath. “It would be such a shame to let the water run cold.”

You let him get in first, settling into the no longer steaming water. It sloshed as he seated himself, legs slightly bent. He held out his hand for you, helping you delicately step over the lip and join him. The water welcomed you with a warm embrace. You could tell it had cooled from the time it took you to undress each other though. You settled between his thighs, snuggling into his frame while his arms wrapped around you. The water came up to your neck, soothing any stress away from your tired muscles. You sighed happily, completely relaxed. Ardyn’s excitement still poked your back uncomfortably, but it was easy enough to ignore.

Grabbing some body wash from the built in shelving, Ardyn began cleaning you. His hands gently came over your shoulders, down your arms. Underneath your breasts, across your stomach. Between your legs, your body twitching when he came close to where it wanted him most. He slowly worked the soap into your skin, handling you like one would a delicate porcelain vase. As he did so, you brought a hand up to caress his scratchy jawline. Everything was so warm and comforting. It caused a wave of exhaustion to cascade through you. You fought the urge to fall asleep as Ardyn finished washing your body.

His hands left you for a moment, gathering up some other product. They returned to your head, signaling the next phase of your bath. You leaned forward for him, allowing him full access to your hair. He dampened it before massaging shampoo into your scalp. His fingernails occasionally scraped against you as he worked it in. He was careful to make sure not to pull it though. The care he took while washing you made a small smile grace your lips. When he was done with shampoo, he washed it out before moving on to conditioner. It felt much the same as what came before it, gently worked through your sensitive strands. His revenant touches made you feel so loved. Once your hair was done, it was his turn.

You carefully spun around to face him. You had intended to immediately start returning the favor, but the sight of him beneath you gave you pause.

He looked so utterly handsome like that.

You crawled up his chest, stopping only when you reached eye level. With one hand on his shoulder and the other weaving through his hair, you closed your eyes as you pulled his face down to meet yours.

The kisses started off slow. You both sucked and pushed against each other with equal passion. You loved the sound it made each time your lips parted from each other with a squelch. His hands snapped to your ass, lifting you further up into himself. With each meeting of your mouths, you become more and more needy. Your hands came up to his cheeks, sliding down his neck, across his shoulders and back again, pulling him closer each time. He matched your desire, grip gradually tightening. When his tongue traced the bottom of your mouth, you let him in without hesitation, groaning at the feeling of his slick muscle dancing with your own. Your lungs began to burn, but that didn’t stop him from devouring you. Every time you leaned back for air, he would follow. He even placed a hand on your back to trap you to him. As darkness encroached on your vision, you desperately tugged on his hair to beg for a breath. He moaned into your mouth before finally releasing you.

You gulped down the damp air, disrupting the water as you heaved. Ardyn chuckled at your distress.

“Don’t start battles you can’t win, my love,” he warned. A hand came up to gently brush aside a strand of wet hair that fell in front of your face.

You sighed, smiling fondly at him. He was right, after all. “Couldn’t resist,” you breathe, still somewhat winded.

He hummed at that, amused with your answer. Sitting up, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You know,” he murmured. His words tickled you, making you shiver. “The sooner you finish with your task, the sooner we can play.”

Your face flushed with heat. “R-right,” you stammer. The butterflies had returned tenfold. You abruptly grabbed the body wash to avoid looking at him. His shoulders rose with silent laughter. Your labor began, following the same pattern he had used on you almost to a T. He draped his arms over the sides of the tub as you worked.

Your ears burned when you looked down at his cock, still fully erect. When you went between his thighs to finish up, you noticed his grip on the sides tighten considerably.

Once you were done with that, you moved on to his hair. When your hand gently ran through the locks, you loved the feeling between your fingers. It was so soft. You had always loved his hair. Ardyn closed his eyes as you brought water up again and again to wet his head, a smile touching his lips. When it was sufficiently damp, you worked the shampoo and conditioner into his scalp. You made sure to show him the same consideration he showed you, being careful not to pull on anything or massage too roughly. It was done within a few minutes. As soon as you were finished, Ardyn leaned forward and reached past you to allow the water to drain. It gurgled angrily as it went down.

Worming his hands just beneath your ass, Ardyn hoisted you up as he stood. You gasped in surprise, legs hugging his waist and fingers digging into his shoulders. You could feel your heart attempt to explode out of your chest. He carried you out of the bath, dripping water all over the floor. After a few steps he seemed to lose control of himself and threw you against the wall, caging you in with his tall frame. You cried out as the tile slapped you with an icy hand. He looked down at you hungrily.

“I believe I’ve waited long enough.” His voice was deeper, hazed by lust.

You swallowed thickly, feeling very much like a fly trapped helplessly in a spider's web. But the way he dominated you made you unmistakably wet.

He quickly lifted you up again, not strained in the least by your weight. Your back seared against the tile, but it was a distant sensation. Ardyn snatched your lips with his mouth, acting for all the world like he’d been starved and you were a feast. A symphony of moans and wet smacks alighted the room, a perfect soundtrack to the sweet love you were wrought to make. His hips thrust into your pelvis, previewing the rhythm he would replicate inside your sopping core, member grinding into your leg. His lips frantically traveled across your jawline and down your neck, adding love marks in addition to the lonely one he gave you earlier. Your sex pulsed to the beat of your hammering heart. You’d probably look like you were assaulted by tomorrow.

When Ardyn moved up to your ear, he nipped along its perimeter as he whispered sweet nothings with his smooth voice. How he could never get enough of you. How even during meetings, all he could think about were all the different positions he could take you in. How you tasted positively divine on his tongue.

Your volume was picking up. Your body was growing uncomfortable with the lack of friction, screaming for something, anything to remedy the feeling.

“Ardyn! Please!” You begged. “Please, I need you. I-”

He placed a single finger over your mouth, halting your pathetic cries. He now held you up with one arm effortlessly. He dragged his cock up and down your dripping cunt, lubricating it with your essence. It wasn’t nearly enough to diminish your desire, but your hips wriggled in glee nonetheless.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to address me properly, if you wish for relief.”

Your heart hammered. Your clit plused.

“Your Majesty!” You yelled, the title bouncing off the walls joyously. “Please!”

You had barely gotten the ‘please’ out when he unforgivingly shoved his cock into your waiting entrance. You screamed with pain, feeling him stretch and fill your tiny frame. It quickly turned into mind numbing pleasure as he ruthlessly pumped his hips. You could feel his shaft throb with every thrust. His balls smacked your ass. You scratched gashes into his back, leaving ugly red marks in their wake. You tried to chant Ardyn’s name, but your voice failed when he found that rough patch inside you. He adjusted his hold on you to angle himself and hit that spot over and over again. All you could do was scream and moan and cry as he filled you up completely.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, the coil in your belly taught and ready to spring. The sweet sounds of Ardyn’s pleasure filled your ears. He was getting close too. You tried to angle yourself up and away so you could ride the feeling, but Ardyn refused, smooshing you further against the wall as his hold on you grew painful.

“Say it again,” he growled breathlessly.

It took you a moment to realize he had made a request. “Your majesty,” you moan. “Please take me.”

That got him. Ardyn trembled as he shot hot ropes of cum into your belly. The coil sprang, and you screamed as you pulsed and squeezed around him. Greedily pulling every last drop of his seed into you. You both rode your orgasms for as long as you could, but soon the blazing fire subsided into embers. The room grew quiet save for your exhausted pants. You gasped as he gently pulled himself free of you. You could feel his essence leak down your legs. He placed tender kisses on your cheeks.

“You did so well for me,” he said fondly. “My love.”

He brought you over to the toilet, gingerly sitting you down before he grabbed some tissues to clean himself. Your head drooped tiredly. He cleaned you up as well, causing you to whimper when he went over your still sensitive clit. Then he swiped a towel to dry the both of you off. The fabric was coarse, yet comforting.

When you were no longer wet, Ardyn gathered you up in his arms. You snuggled into his hold, completely content.

“I love you,” he said reverently.

“I love you too,” you answer.

He smiled to himself as he carried you to bed.

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I’m sorry it took so long I wanted to get it done sooner 😭 I can’t decide if I like this piece or not, but as long as the person who submitted the request is happy then I’m happy.

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