Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Eighteen

God its flUFFY SMUT WARNING BE AFRAID BE VERY AFRAID

JK just dont read if you're not comfortable with this sort of sexy action

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Marah unbuttoned his jeans as he kissed me harder. My hands roamed around the top of the bed, stopping when Marah pushed me down farther onto it.

He groaned when my fingertips grazed across his hardened stomach softly, trailing back and forth. He kissed my neck, murmuring things in Gaelic into my ear.

He pushed off his jeans, leaving him in his silky boxers. He tugged on the waist of my sweatpants, his index and middle finger curled over the stretchy fabric as his nails tickled the lower part of my tummy.

He slightly tugged once again. "Can I-" he asked, breathless, but I just kissed him even harder to answer his question. He growled and almost ripped them off from the urgency of the moment. He ran his warm, slender hands over my thighs teasingly as I breathed quickly.

The tightness of my bra was just too much.

"B-bra," I groaned as he bit the crook of my neck softly.

He quickly drew his hands back from my thighs and stared at my (E/C) eyes as his hands snaked around me, his fingers on the clasps.

"A-are you sure?" He asked, his pupils so dilated you could barely see the brown.

I nodded, biting my lip. "Pretty sure. Now get this God-forsaken thing off of me."

He chuckled, unclasping the hooks one by one as he stared intensely at me. I lifted my arms at the last clasp, and he blushed, gesturing towards my breasts. "Do you want me to-"

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, I do."

He ran his hands up my arms, giving me goosebumps as he placed the stretchy fabric of my bra in between his index fingers and middle fingers. I sighed in relief at the loss of the literal booby trap.

He threw the bra across the room, blushing even more as his eyes trailed down my body. All I was in was my underwear- panties, if you will. Marah was in his boxers and binder. I was determined to get the both of them off, whereas I was sure he wished the same about me.

He stroked my upper thigh as he hummed, his eyes glued to mine.

"You know, if I wasn't so submissive I would honestly be attacking you right now," he said softly. I pulled him close to me as I closed my eyes, forgetting that most of my body was on display.

"Then why aren't you?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking up at him.

"Because," he began, "I'm a sub, remember?"

I shrugged. "It's always okay to try new things, Marah. But, you know, you've had a ton of practice and all, whereas I have little to nothing. Just this once. Besides- I'm sure its something you've wanted to try."

Marah shrugged. "Sure. I guess it could work. I'll do it. But," he arched an eyebrow, "in order to be a dom, I have to make orders, right?"

I nodded and he shifted awkwardly. "U-um, take off your underwear?"

I sat up. Wow.

He can't even act like he's a dom.

This is freaking gold.

I arched an eyebrow, taunting him. "Only if you take off yours."

He blinked, then blushed. "U-um, I'm... I'm a guy, but I don't have... A...." He hunched his shoulders and I chuckled. "Don't worry, babe, I won't judge. Wanna know a secret?"