The History Of One-Shots

Marylin Monroe X Male!Reader(Lemon

(What did you expect?)

(No one requested this.)

You studied your fingernails and you sat on the low couch In the dressing room.

Being the stylist of Marylin Monroe was certainly a good job.

Better, because you are dating.

She was having another photo shoot soon, featuring suits for women.

But what can you say?

Marylin was a woman who didn't stick to the rules.

"Mary? Are you almost ready?"

"Almost!"

She called, seeing her Toss a article of clothing over the dressing room covering.

You looked down at your shoes.

"Good, because we have to-"

When you looked up you stopped speaking.

Marylin was standing before you.

And she wasn't wearing the suit.

Granted, she still had some clothing on- a pair of lacy, black bra and panties, that hugged her considerable curves.

"Well...what do you think?~"

She ruffled her thick blond curls as she bent over slightly.

You didn't know how to respond.

"Well...uh...I-"

She put a finger on your lips, effectively silencing you.

"Shhhh..."

She sat on your lap, her large hips squishing your crotch and her sizable chest against yours.

"You know...we still have a few minutes..."

She whispered in your ear, biting the shell as her fingers walked down your chest, unbuttoning as she went.

You were too eager to reply, snagging her bra strap and smashing your lips to hers.

She quietly moaned, her bra loosening and falling from her chest.

Marylin gasped and shuddered when you grabbed onto her, rolling the buds along the pads of your fingers.

"(Y/N)...be gentle...."

Marylin whimpered, her chest heaving with pleasure.

For a girl with such a high sex drive, she certainly had a low tolerance.

You eagerly pulled out your shaft, smacking her in the belly button.

Marylin pushed her panties to the side, grabbing your cock and sliding it into her.

She cried out, wrapping her arms around your neck.

You grabbed her back, kissing her neck and biting it.

She was already close, and you were too.

Right as you were about to erupt, you pulled out of her, the tip pulsing rapidly.

Marylin jammed it into her mouth, and you came, flooding her mouth with semen.

She swallowed it down and collapsed against your chest, panting softly.

"I think the photo shoot can wait."