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Title: Hold On, Hold Out
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Ruby/Mary Margaret
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Timeline: Pre-Season Two
Notes: Bondage. Orgasm denial. For
femslash100's Kinks Challenge, prompt "edging".
Mary Margaret’s back arches, gasping at the air. Creamy skin turned pink all over, legs thrown open to show how flushed and red and slick her cunt is. Wrists pulling against the scarves that tie them to the headboard, face pressed to the crook of her elbow, teeth leaving crescents across her bottom lip.
So pretty, and Ruby can’t help running her hands high up Mary Margaret’s inner thighs, the skin soaked with how turned-on she is.
“Please,” Mary Margaret whimpers, panting as she twists, tries to chase Ruby’s touch. Letting out a soft whine when Ruby’s hands leave her, and Ruby almost wants to give in, because Mary Margaret’s so sweet like this, so helplessly aroused.
But it’s not time yet. Mary Margaret can take more, she can be pushed further, until she reaches that perfect place where she’s delirious from how badly she needs to come, how badly she needs Ruby to stop teasing and fuck her hard.
Everyone in Storybrooke thinks Mary Margaret is so vanilla. If only they knew.
“Soon,” Ruby murmurs, running her fingers over Mary Margaret’s breasts, pinching her nipples until she’s making incoherent noises, tear tracks on her cheeks.
They have a safeword, but Mary Margaret never uses it. She loves this too much, loves being worshipped, loves how badly Ruby can make her need it.
Ruby’s fingertip traces feather-light over Mary Margaret’s clit, the answering keen making Ruby throb beneath her underwear. After all, Mary Margaret isn’t the only one being patient.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Ruby/Mary Margaret
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Timeline: Pre-Season Two
Notes: Bondage. Orgasm denial. For
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Mary Margaret’s back arches, gasping at the air. Creamy skin turned pink all over, legs thrown open to show how flushed and red and slick her cunt is. Wrists pulling against the scarves that tie them to the headboard, face pressed to the crook of her elbow, teeth leaving crescents across her bottom lip.
So pretty, and Ruby can’t help running her hands high up Mary Margaret’s inner thighs, the skin soaked with how turned-on she is.
“Please,” Mary Margaret whimpers, panting as she twists, tries to chase Ruby’s touch. Letting out a soft whine when Ruby’s hands leave her, and Ruby almost wants to give in, because Mary Margaret’s so sweet like this, so helplessly aroused.
But it’s not time yet. Mary Margaret can take more, she can be pushed further, until she reaches that perfect place where she’s delirious from how badly she needs to come, how badly she needs Ruby to stop teasing and fuck her hard.
Everyone in Storybrooke thinks Mary Margaret is so vanilla. If only they knew.
“Soon,” Ruby murmurs, running her fingers over Mary Margaret’s breasts, pinching her nipples until she’s making incoherent noises, tear tracks on her cheeks.
They have a safeword, but Mary Margaret never uses it. She loves this too much, loves being worshipped, loves how badly Ruby can make her need it.
Ruby’s fingertip traces feather-light over Mary Margaret’s clit, the answering keen making Ruby throb beneath her underwear. After all, Mary Margaret isn’t the only one being patient.