marilyn thornhill x fem reader

gold chain

You find out exactly three things about Marilyn after she made love to you, fucked you against her wall and moaned into your mouth.

She's deceptively timid post first times, she keeps making sure what happened was okay, seeking reassurance, shyly fixing her glasses and frowning worriedly to you. "And you're sure it was okay, darling?" And every time you smile and laugh; telling her you were really okay with it. More than okay. So okay you want it again and again. When you say that, she chuckles, cheeks tinging red.

She loves looking at you, eyes trailing your naked figure between her sheets; but she's more reserved with her own figure. Marilyn would much rather touch you, focus all her attention and love to anything you need. She lets her fingers map your breasts and your thighs and your clavicle, addicted. And you are more than okay with laying back and taking it.

And that Marilyn Thornhill is a fucking goddess at aftercare.

Marilyn lays you down on her sheets (silky, soft, everything smells like her) and presses her lips to yours again, pushing her body down on top of yours so warmly and all consuming. The large space of her dorm-apartment has her bed adjacent to the kitchen, tucked into the wall of the living room; and it has you melting into the warmth of how content you feel.

She has long since gotten rid of her jumpsuit, the only thing draping her figure is the white button up that was beneath it; and it's unbuttoned so low that you feel her stomach and breasts against yours, and it has you mewling into her mouth with want.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart." She says, trailing her kisses to your jawline and neck, nipping your collarbone, and it feels a little bit like falling in love. You're panting, you reach up and fist her red hair, delight in the moan it coaxes from her lips against your chest and-

Then her lips are wrapping around your nipple, sucking and nipping lightly and god is she fucking good with her tongue; it has you gasping into a heady moan, arching your back slightly into Marilyn's mouth – it turns you on even more knowing how experienced she must be.

And you want to moan out "What about you?" because you want to taste her and make her feel good, but Miss Thornhill pulls back, coming up to press one last kiss to your lips and revel in how you chase her mouth.

Then she fixes her glasses, making you swoon. "Tea?"

You part your lips in surprise as she moves from your body, heading to the kitchen like she didn't just work you up all over again.

"Wh-" You start, leaning up and covering yourself with the sheets from the late night cold. You pout, watch Marilyn smile as she leans against the counter boiling the kettle. "Tease."

She rolls her eyes fondly. "Guilty."

Miss Thornhill then pushes from the counter, making her way to the fireplace to stoke the embers as she notices you shiver. You soften, sitting up and clutching your knees to your chest; you watch the warm glow of the fire bathe the skin that Marilyn's shirt reveals, dancing across the top of her breasts and her nipples that poke through the thin material.

How she scrunches her nose at a dusting of ash that rises, how – and oh my god – she ties her hair up into a low ponytail and away from the flames, tucking those longer little strands of her bangs that don't fit, behind her ears.

You think your heart stops, the stab of affection and attraction that hits you has your breathing changing, your cheeks warming.

When she stands up and comes back to you on the bed, Marilyn guides you onto her lap to straddle her and you immediately smile at her low and soft "Come here, baby." that she mumbles against your mouth. You sink into her hold and push as close as you can onto her lap. She smells like smoke and sex and her floral perfume.