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A collection of twisted wonderland x reader one-shots, headcanons, scenarios & alphabets
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Characters do not belong to me.
Rankings:
#101 in headcanons
Warnings: soft dom reader, light temperature play, no beta, smut written by an asexual, kinda ambiguous ending
Word count: 257
Pronouns: She/Her
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Trey threw his head back, the plastic under him crinkling softly. Your hand leisurely trailed up his waist, dancing around the slowly drying wax.
Another drop of wax dripped onto his chest, coming dangerously close to his nipple. He let out a hiss that turned into a quiet moan. "I'm not hurting you too much am I?"
"No Mistress, not at all." He shifted around; causing unexpected friction against your clit. Your shaky hand causes droplets of wax to haphazardly fall onto his body. His nails dug into your thighs as he harshly sucked in air through clenched teeth.
You started to buck your hips against his, using the candle to draw lines against his skin. Soon the knot in his stomach burst and he painted your walls white. As he went limp inside you, you placed the candle in the candle holder on the bedside table.
After he pulled out you went to grab a wet towel and started to gently clean the wax still stuck to his body. He ran his fingers across your sides as you applied moisturiser to his body.
Soon both of you were in the bath and helping to clean each other even further, gently scrubbing the sweat and oils off of your bodies.
He buried his head in your neck as you lay next to each other. His hand slowly made its way past the waistband of your panties. He started to trace small circles around your entrance. His voice was airy and light, barely above a whisper, "May I?"
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Additional Note: I'm so sorry that I leaned more into the aftercare (every time I tried to write I kept thinking about something accidentally getting set on fire)
