Cookie Run One Shots

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hardcore sex made by me sorry for incorrect spelling I wrote this in my car lol (AND I'M SO SORRY MY SISTER ADDED TONY LMAO THE WORD TONY CUS I ACCIDENTALLY SPILLED GLUE ON HER DOLL PLEASE TELL ME IF YIU SEE IT IN THE WRITING THANKS)

Espresso eyed madeline suspiciously…
something was off. Something was just the tiniest bit tilted, just the smallest degree different. Madeleine just sat across from him, eating ice cream intently, without a care in the world. The skies of Florence, Italy were a soft, burning blue behind him, the light almost reflecting and sharpening the intensity of his beautiful blue iris’s. He had been just slightly too… much today like he was more confident, or more sarcastic, and just a touch hornier than usual. But Espresso couldn’t tell why, and it was driving him crazy.

Madeleine put down his ice cream and yawned, stretching. Then the hem of his Pink Floyd T-shirt rode up and Espresso caught a flash of dark, lacy fabric and eyelets strung tightly with leather strings. Espresso mouth went dry. He averted his eyes and took a sip of his water. Espresso was wearing lingerie. And a corset. Madeleine was wearing a fucking corset.

It took an embarrassing amount of self-control to keep Espresso from leaping across the table and taking Madeleine right then and there. But if he was wearing a corset… was there anything else tantalizing underneath that T-shirt and jeans? Espresso mouth watered at the thought. God, he loved his husband so fucking much. He watched as Madeleine  finished eating his ice cream, licking the cone with almost a knowing smirk. He shot Espresso a wink and Espresso almost groaned. They had so much planned for their date today… Espresso wasn’t going to survive when his husband seemed content acting like that . He was going to go crazy.

They stood and cleared their table, throwing away their trash before heading back into the city. Espresso pulled Madeleine close, wrapping his arm around his waist and squeezing. He could feel the dip in Madeleine waist, the texture of the lace through the soft cotton of his shirt. Espresso smiled and looked down at him through his lashes "your hair is very pretty" Espresso complimented "Thank you" madeline smirked "whatever" esprsso looked down

“You like it?” Madeleine voice was rumbling and deep, in that fantastic baritone Espresso loved.

“Oh God, no..yes,” Espresso replied, voice strained.

Madeleine chuckled.

“Well you’ll have to wait to unwrap your present until the end of today,” he purred.

Espresso groaned. He let his hand squeeze Madeleine's waist, running up his side and finally down to slip into the back pocket of Madeleine  jeans, squeezing and fondling Madeleine ass. Madeleine let out a muffled whine. Espresso smiled and they started walking down the streets of Florence,

The next stop on their little date was a tour of a winery on the outskirts of the city. They entered, Madeleine starting to lean more and more into Espresso touches. The tour started, some man in a suit droning on and on about wine and grapes and the art of growing vines. Espresso was far more enthralled by Madeleine, watching him sip wine, his profile in the low light of the wine cellar that of a Greek god. His beautiful pale skin tinged with the barest hints of red, his blonde long hair swept back, the streaks of yellow shimmering. Espresso could just imagine him lying spread across their hotel bed,  striking, beautiful contrast to his delicate ivory skin. The thought alone made Espresso melt.

Madeleine eyed him, smirking at his red face. He stepped a little bit closer and toyed with the hem of his shirt, tugging it up to show off the exaggerated curve of his waist, how slim and beautiful and starkly elegant he looked like this. Then Stephen tugged at his waistband and along with the familiar shadow of his hip bone, a dark garter, and the barest hint of the edge of a pair of delicate and lacy panties so sheer Espresso could only imagine how Madeleine cock looked, caged in such delicate lace like that. Madeleine was wearing panties. And stockings. And a corset. Anymore, and Espresso was afraid his brain would fry.