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Schpood was always getting you gifts. He wanted to make sure you knew that anything and everything you wanted was right at your fingertips if you wanted them.

But this seemed like just a bit too much.

There was a huge pile of dresses, shirts, pants, and even a few other random clothing accessories. All laid out on your bed with a bouquet of flowers, accompanied by a small note on top reading 

“For you, my love ♡♡♡

-Schpoody”

It was adorable of course, and warmed your heart knowing he'd get you these throughout his day, despite him being incredibly busy. He still thought of you and wanted to get you something to show that.

But gods there was so much! How the hell are you supposed to even begin organizing this?

“Ah, my love! You've returned. Sooo, what do you think of them?” Schpood, your husband, had entered the room. It was clear he was talking about the pile of clothes.

“Oh, uh they're lovely dear, really, but-”

“But? Is there something wrong, love?”

You shook your head, “No no, it's just there's an awful lot. Isn't it a bit much?”

Schpood looked actually shocked for a moment. “A bit much? I feel as if this isn't nearly enough!”

You chuckled a response, “Schpood dear I can't possibly wear all this. I mean, I don’t even know where to begin!”

He pouted for a moment in defeat, then quickly replaced it and began to grin smugly.

Uh oh, he's got an idea. One that's gonna involve something stupid.

And sure enough, he walked over and sighed dramatically at the pile of clothes. 

“Oh alright, but I would've loved to see you in these at least once. Just one time. But oh, oh no, my beautiful wife denies me of such a sight before I get rid of these lovely, expensive, custom made to your size,  cloths.”

You stared at him, as your husband looked at you and then back at the clothes, then you, and the clothes again. 

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, whatever. Guess I'm a model now.” 

Schpood beamed, picking up a handful of clothes and ushered you into your shared closet. 

“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful my love! Don't keep me waiting too long! Hehe~” He teased lightly, sounding less like the unstable leader of a great nation and more like a girl best friend who hyped you up every time with a “Yess, slayy queen” whenever you did something remotely deserving of praise. 

Although, then again, you've seen how snarky and scarily quick he is with his more meaner replies. You're just glad to be on the more positive side of his sharp tongue. Seriously, this is the same guy that has audibly gagged at someone when he thought their clothes were “atrocious, a crime to Westhelm fashion as a whole” as he put it. Said it didn’t fit their aesthetic, whatever that means.

You began changing into the different sets of clothing he had apparently bought for you. Admittedly, you had to complement his taste a few times, because some of these you actually really liked.

Schpood seemed to really like them too, clapping and hyping you up with both hollers of praise or soft admiration in his eyes. He really did think you looked beautiful no matter what you wore.

To him, you were the most gorgeous living being in all of creation. The gods themselves must have all simultaneously come together to create you in their image. Even more than that, they must have blessed him by slapping his shoulder to push him into your loving arms. And he was desperate to stay there for all eternity.

But of course he didn't want to look too desperate. Perhaps another time. Right now, he just wanted to make sure you would keep each and every single one of his gifts. You deserved them all.

With each change in clothes and the more your husband praised, the more you began to have a bit of fun with it. Let loose a little. Relax and enjoy the moment with your husband. It's not often you get these longer, uninterrupted, periods of time with him afterall.

You began laughing when he used his communicator’s camera to snap pictures of you and pretended to be paparazzi, yelling out “Empress! Please look at me Empress!” “Pose for me Ma’am!” “Look over here and give us a smile Miss!” as he dashed around you to reenact multiple people. 

He really was taking hundreds of photos, but needed an excuse as to why he was taking them.

You actually did pose a few times, and at one point even blew him a kiss through the camera lens, telling him to “Make sure to put that one on the front of the magazines, pretty boy.” 

Your husband's ears turned bright red at that.

As time passed, your bedroom quickly became more and more of a runway, with Schpood grabbing your silky red bedsheets and laying them on the floor as a makeshift red carpet. 

The next time around, he played a crowd cheering sound effect as you walked down, posing and laughing the whole way down.

Each time you went back out there in a new outfit, your husband added something else to make it look like something truly fitting of a model. 

At one point, he even pretended to be a superfan and made a sign that said “Flip your hair [Name] ♥️”  while jumping up and down.

Nothing but the best for you. 

Schpood would have an entire runway built for you, and only you, to catwalk down. With him, and only him, and your audience and photographer.

Each time you walked down, you found yourself getting a bit disappointed as the pile of clothes began getting smaller and smaller, wanting this mini date of yours to go on longer. 

But alas, it was getting a bit late. You both had to get up early too…

You sighed, and looked through the last few outfits. Until one of them caught your eye. 

Oh.

Oh my gods.

It's beautiful, absolutely but…it was a bit much wasn't it?

It was an ankle length dress that, even by looking at, you could tell would hug your curves perfectly. The neckline basically didn't exist, only starting at the chest to just barely cover them up with the flowy black fabric. The dress had no sleeves, and was instead held up with a collar to help support the chest area. There were purposeful holes on each side of where the thighs would be, showing off plenty of skin around the hip and v line, but just barely stopping to keep something to the imagination. That wasn't even the end of it. There were small, thin gold chains that came in 3 mini layers, covering the holes, middle of the pelvis, across the chest, under the arms, and linked up together through the back and attached to the zipper on the collar.

Oh man, just thinking about wearing this was making your heart pound and your face heat up.

That cheeky bastard husband of yours, he left this towards the bottom one purpose, just to tease you when you found it.

Well jokes on him, you're not going to let him get to you.

You set it aside and put on a different one, leaving that one for dead last, and walked out, pretending nothing had happened. You could see the wheels turning in your husband's head once he realized you not only found it, but were going to have to wear it soon, as there weren't many left.

You weren't going to let him have that satisfaction however.

You showed off the next few outfits, before finally getting down to just the dress and one other outfit.

You chose the latter.

You posed a few times, before sighing tiredly. 

“Well this was fun. Still not keeping all of these though honey.” you teased lightly.

Schpood looked confused for a moment. “Huh? Are we really done already?” He whined, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Already? Babe, we've been going at this for almost an hour and a half. Besides, there just aren't any more clothes to try on.”

At this, Schpood raised an eyebrow. He knew that dress was there. Hell, was the first one he got it custom made for you. He saw the design and knew you'd look absolutely stunning in it, and quickly had it made, just for you. Schpood had gotten all the other clothes when it was ready to have a coverup as to why he got it. 

Then he realized, you just weren't going to wear it. 

Did you not like it? 

Was it too much? 

Oh no, were you upset at him over it?

Schpood looked embarrassed, and just nodded and replied a sheepish “Alright love. I'll clean up over here.”

You, seemingly reading his and noticing his worries, smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you honey, for all these. For doing this with me. I had fun.” You kissed him again, this time on the other cheek, showing you weren't upset with him at all.

“I'm gonna go change into some sleepwear alright? I'll be back in a minute.” 

He nodded, now in a much better mood, shifting the things around and putting things back as they belong.

Just as he had laid out the bedsheets again, he heard footsteps approaching. He turned around to greet you into bed when-

Oh my goDS SHE'S WEARING HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK

The shock hit him like a brick, as his eyes frantically looked at you and your body in the dress, trying to pick a favorite area to stare at but not being able to make up his mind. 

You chuckled at your husband’s reaction, walking to him carefully.

“What's wrong baby? I thought you got me this as my new bedtime clothes?” You teased, clearly entertained by the reddening of his ears and the stuttering as he tries to make out a sentence.

“I- I, yeah, of course, ha ha! W-what else? Hah, you look so- so beautiful- divine! Uh, stunning, just, just-”

You walk closer to him and hear how his voice quiets down to nothing as you gently grab his chin. 

You give a small, but confident smile. “What's wrong honey? Cat got your tongue?”

He exhaled shakily.

“If you're gonna praise me then do it, sweet thing~” you coo at him softly.

He sputters out a meek “I-I-” before falling silent again, seemingly not being able to muster out a proper response.

FUCK you were going to kill him.

And you'd look absolutely gorgeous while doing it.

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You hummed, before deciding to take the lead.

You gripped his shoulders and pushed him down onto his knees with almost no resistance from your husband, who already felt weak at the knees from such a sight.

As he looked up at you, he finally managed to say an actual sentence.

“Please! P-please my love! Let me worship you! Let me feast upon you like a starved man! I beg you!” Schpood cried out desperately, clinging onto your legs and dress.

You actually let out a laugh at that. “Starved man? More like a spoiled, greedy man.” 

He shook his head for a moment, before quickly changing his mind and nodding instead, placing his head carefully against your thigh, right where the skin was exposed.

It took everything in him not to immediately start kissing and even biting it gently.

“Y-yes. Call me whatever you want, just let me be greedy this one time!”

You ran your fingers through his hair, caressing his head slowly. “One time? Oh honey, there have been many times before this that I let you spoil yourself.”

Schpood placed a hesitant kiss on your thigh, “please my love…please…don't I deserve it? Didn't I make you happy? I do, right? I make you happy?” it was a genuine question, as that's all he truly wanted. He just wanted to please you. In every way.

You hummed, seemingly considering it. “Hmm, alright fine. But, your hands may touch the dress gently, and only the dress.” 

Oh how you tortured him so.

No matter, he could understand what you meant just fine. 

Schpood carefully pulled up your dress and prepared to pull down your underwear with his teeth but-

oh fuck 

There was nothing there.

He could feel himself throb at the sight.

How didn't he realize this sooner? The skin exposed was up to your his and v line, he would've seen if you were wearing anything when he had rested his head there.

Schpood heard you chucked from above him, once again being entertained by his shock and arousement. “Well? I thought you were ready to feast? What's the hold up pretty boy?”

He didn't waste any more precious time.

Schpood dove in, kissing your thighs and gently licking and nibbling on them, leading up higher and higher until his face was right at your bare crotch.

He couldn't help but lick his lips at the mouth watering sight.

He gently placed kisses along the very top, this time going down to your clit and too, kissing and licking it. Fuck he could see you clench around nothing. 

Oh gods give him strength and patience, because he was about to lose it.

He felt your legs twitch, moving around a bit to allow him both access but shifting to try and find a comfortable position.

Oh no, this won't do. Not at all.

“Do you want to lay down? You know, so you can get comfortable?” It wasn't entirely untrue. He did want you to be comfortable. 

But he also wanted to be fully between your legs. He wanted to feel your thighs close around his head. He wanted you to pull his hair and make him moan as he eats you out like his favorite dessert. He wanted only to please you for as long as you'd allow him to.

Nonetheless, you nodded and laid down on the bed, gently pulling up the dress more, Schpood audibly groaning at the sight.

He didn't waste any time in continuing his movements to lick at your now soaking pussy, continually clenching around nothing.

Taking that as an invitation, Schpood dipped his tongue into your wet cavern, making sure to explore each and every inch of your delicious walls. Delicious was a severe understatement. It was straight ambrosia from the gods, one that he wanted to taste forever and ever and ever and ever-

His thoughts were interrupted by your voice breaking out in small gasps and moans. Fuck he loved your voice so much when it was like this. When he was the cause of your pleasure, one that you can't help but show.

You could feel your husband's licking get more vigorous at the sound of your gasps and hums of bliss, a sign he was doing a good job. Oh gods was he. Everytime the two of you indulged in your lust like this, it felt like he out-did his last performance tenfold. There really wasn't anything like this. Just you and him, together, gracefully climbing a mountain of pure pleasure. But with that gods forsaken tongue of his, combined with his desperation to absolutely worship you, it felt like you were going to arrive at the peak too soon. 

You quickly run your hands through his hair and tug on it, a bit gentle at first, guiding his head away from yourself. It was a hard thing to do however, as your pussy desperately began pulsing with need, despite what your logical head was telling it. Your husband's eyes shot up to your own, and they were giving you a look of both “please let me keep going please please please” and “why did you stop? did I do something wrong?” . Your heart wasn't the only thing clenching at the sight.

You push him away, still being rather gentle, “Hah sorry love. I'm enjoying this…” you gasp for breath a bit “but I don't want this to end without the main course. I've been letting you eat dessert without a proper meal honey!” You sit up and turn your back to him, glancing over your shoulder to look at him.

“Help me get this dress off? So that we can enjoy this prayer of yours a bit more…intimately no?” you teased, as if his ears couldn't get any redder. He could call you an assassin with how many times you've nearly stopped his heart. 

Schpood carefully pulled down the small zipper on the collar, watching as everything seemed to just slowly graze your back as it began to slip off you. He aided in areas you needed, such as the hips, and it was only when you were fully nude did he realize that he was still fully clothed.

He began to quickly undress, a stark contrast to how he took off your clothes, as if they were a thin sheet of ice about to break at any moment. 

He shuddered slightly at the cool night air hitting his skin, and made a mental note to get thicker blankets made for you. Especially if you were going to keep your word and have this dress be your new night gown.

Once he was face to face with you, he couldn't make up his mind as to what to do. The main reason for this was because his brain was still trying to decide which mouthwatering view he liked better. You with that beautiful dress, or just pure, bare, you.

You laughed at his frozen face, and instead patted the empty space next to you to have him lay down on the bed. Which he did so, obviously. He'd always prefer to simply listen to you instead. He could never make up his mind as to what to do or what to say when it came to things like these. Or when it came to anything having to do with relationships in general. 

The only thing he knows for sure however, is that he's glad you took pity on him and willingly chose to love him. Sure he was amazing and the best and all, but maybe, just maybe, he didn't know how to compensate you for your love that you graciously gave him. 

You began straddling him. Correction, are giving him, and about to give him.

His eyes were looking you up and down constantly, not knowing where to stare. Your loving face that had that gorgeous smile of yours. Or your beautiful body that must've been sculpted by the hands of the gods themselves. Or right where you began hovering and teasing his hard, leaking cock with your bare, soaking wet pussy. 

“Come on now honey, I'm giving you a show here! Where's that quick witted tongue of yours? Did it get lost when this pussy wrapped around it?” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Truthfully, Schpood didn't know. This always happens when he's with you. He does try and give you genuine compliments, and he's certainly gotten better at it, he still gets tounge tied around you. Which is a secret reason as to why he enjoys eating you out so much. No speaking to do when he's got his mouth full. Bad manners after all. 

But now? When you slide just the tip in to tease him and he has nothing keeping his mouth occupied? He just can't make out any possible words. So instead, he groans and whines in desperation, trying to make the torture he's under clear. His eyes plead with you to just fuck him already just ride him until his fucking dick falls off please just do it please 

You get the message loud and clear.

Your hips slam onto his, burying his incredibly hard cock into you. He loudly moans at the tight, wet squelching sound of your hole. He managed to cover his mouth before he got too loud, not wanting to embarrass himself any further.

You however, clearly had other plans.

“FUCK~ Hah- mmm~f-feel how horny I am for you baby? Feel how soaked she is for your dick? You better deliver on this pretty boy~” you moan out, already feeling out of breath by the way it was stretching you out so so well.

You hardly gave yourself or your husband the chance breathe however, as you began lifting your hips up and up and up until just the very top of his dick was out, and slamming them back down.

Schpood's hands shot up to your hips, however they stayed hovering over them for a moment before slamming back into the bed and grabbing a fist full of bed sheets. 

Aw, how adorable. He was still following your orders of not touching you from earlier.

As you began your slow but hard pace, you smiled so sweetly at your wonderful husband. “You can touch me now, but don't be trying to lead sweetheart.” You hummed in pleasure once more. “You gotta let me do all the work alright? You've earned this I think- aH-” you moaned in both surprises and pleasure as Schpood's hands once more shot to your hips. This time, they actually made contact. They didn't do much else than grip your sides, all be it rather gently compared to how harsh you were treating him. 

But just by having something else connecting the two of you made the moment that much more intimate. You decided to add to that feeling of closeness by running your own hands on Schpood's body. 

You began at his abs, which he had a surprising amount of for someone who doesn't actually work out -well not that you've seen anyway- , and began feeling them up. It was slow and careful, akin to how he treats you. You knew he felt your body because he couldn't believe he had it all to himself.

You were now doing the same. The only difference between the two of you, was that you'd say it out loud.

“F-fuck honey. Heh, I can't believe how much I love your body. H-ah~ have it all to myself. All mine. Right?” 

Schpood gave an enthusiastic nod. “Y-yes! A-aH- all yours- f-fuck~” he could barely make out any words by this point. How could he really? When you were making him feel like he was about to arrive at the gates of the heavens to shake hands with the gods. 

You sped up your harsh slapping of hips, pushing your hands up further to caress your husband's chest. It was often that he showed off his chest actually, and would encourage you to touch him. But right now, it felt like something much more than that. 

Each graze of his nipples felt so much more sensitive than when you'd playfully smack him. His moans increased in volume each time you pinched his buds or just gropped at his pecs. It just felt “s-so good! hAh-” 

You leaned over and roughly kiss him on the lips, to which the both of you moaned and melted into.

Each and every contact that Schpood was making with you. 

Your hands on his chest.

Your hips going up and down up and down on his twitching cock.

Your loving tongue pushing it's way into his mouth like it own the place.

His tried to warn you. He really did. But it came up so quickly that he couldn't stop it.

His hips jerked up into you on their own, similar to how his eyes rolled up into the back of his skull, as he came deep inside you.

You, not expecting this, instinctively clenched around him, making the orgasm that much more euphoric. 

The feeling of your husband's cum filling you up to the very brink, combined with the intense intimacy of it all, make you spasm and cum right there along with him. You grinded against him desperately, riding out your high. This action made Schpood grip your hips a bit tighter, wanting to both aid you and stop you, pulling away from the makeout session to breathe. 

The moment began to fade away, the orgasmic bliss fading away, being replaced with nothing but intimate love for one another. You began to kiss your husband again, to which he happily returned, the slight moment making the two of you moan in sensitivity. 

“Sh-shit love…fuck we gotta clean this up… eh whatever… I love you so much honey. Thank you for all this, really.” You were still incredibly out of breath, from both the kissing and constant moaning. 

Schpood wanted to shake his head in disagreement, he really really did. But he was exhausted as well. He normally could have gone for another round or two, but for some reason, he enjoyed this moment much more. Just holding you. Being there with you. It somehow felt more real than just mindless lust. And it wasn't that he didn't enjoy it or anything, but rather that he was enjoying himself plenty without words.

So he just nodded softly, hissing in overstimulation when you moved up to get off him. 

He crawled away and stood up carefully, legs still shaking, and went to grab a wet cloth to clean the two of you. He cleaned himself off first before returning with a different wash rag to clean you up. He carefully helped you get the semen out of your now spent body, trying to be gentle and not to overstimulate you further. 

Schpood also quickly replaced the sheets, and folded the dress you wore earlier to place it back into the closet. You thanked him profusely, saying you could have helped. He only responded with, ‘Nonsense, you’ve done enough for me already, my love. All I want now is to hold you the rest of the night. Please?”

To which you simply rolled your eyes and agreed, letting him fully take control of the situation and just hold you in his arms. Schpood would occasionally whisper how lucky he was to have you while holding your hand, not knowing you were still awake until he saw you blush slightly. He just sounded so sincere, how could you not want to show your love for him as well?

But for now, in that moment, you allowed yourselves to simply be, enjoying the company and love of one another.

…

“You should wear just the golden chains next time. I think that’d be a better look on you.”

“Alright nevermind, moments over. You ruined it, Schpood.”

“Nooo”

“Go to sleep.”

“Aw man.”