[ooc] Like real talk right now though. I’m fantastic with smut. Just ask indxstrialist and fxrelord. To prove my point, here’s a steamy post (its like rough frick-fracking, so you’re warned now) from the Hans I used to rp as:

—- ❧; He was being impatiently patient with her because he had to be. This was her first time, after all, and she needed to get used to the feeling of their bodies connected in such a way first and foremost. Losing your virginity was a feat much different for men and women, of course, but even Hans’ first time he had fumbled about trying to sort what from what.

Anna needed to figured out her limits, what she could handle, what she couldn’t, and what she was comfortable with. After all, the last thing Hans wanted was to actually hurt her. He was selfish and manipulative, yes, but he wasn’t entirely a monster.

Besides, what point would there be in actually physically damaging her? The king wanted to be able to use her for her body for more than just one night and that would all get thrown out the window if the proper level of care to her fragility wasn’t tended to. Furthermore, he’d need an heir eventually.

His jaw was clenched, his exhaling low as she experiment and made her self accustomed to the feel of him stretching and filling her. When a moan finally escaped her, he couldn’t help but to chuckle. That was his flag of victory, the real sign that he had won, because despite all of her best efforts she was giving into her own carnal desires. After everything that he had put her through and even the cruel words that had just slipped from his mouth, there she was sinking onto him andenjoying it.

In the blink of an eye, his wife’s experimental phase had passed and her mouth was upon his flesh. He groaned, hips rolling so that he pushed upwards every time that she sank onto him, and his fingers treaded through her hair before he grabbed a fistful and pulled. It was a gesture just stern enough to pull her head back, to stretch out and expose her neck so that he could ravish it with teeth and tongue, leaving marks that would please him later to see.

It wasn’t then that he realized just how angry with Anna he was. Angry for the way she would use his persona against him and act so defiant in from other others because she knew that he had to keep up appearances. Angry for the way that she constantly insisted on resisting and making him have to put effort into manipulating her to act according to his wishes, Anger for the fact that he knew she’d try to take a jab at him whenever she damn well could for as long as he lived.

And what could he do about it? Manipulate her more, tear her down some more, yes, but that still left that boiling anger inside of him waiting to be released. And what was sex if not for a release?

She was wet and hot and tight and willing, and he needed that release.

Hans other hand gripped her waist and he leaned forward slightly, allowing an increase of leverage between so that he could better thrust upwards into her. His jaw clenched and he growled out a moan as his lips hovered over the crook of her neck, his frustration with her laced in the sound.