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kingofthe-egirls · 2 days

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RUBY: MARCH x Y/N

(cw: oral, sex, first time)

(a/n: i hope you guys like this!)

part 1

words: 2.6k

“My place. Now.”

He slams back the rest of his drink, wiping his forearm across his face. Then he’s taking you by the arm and dragging you out of the inn and towards his home.

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“March—!” you complain, being towed along by the arm. The redhead looks back at you, something glinting in his eye. You pull him to a stop, paused halfway to the blacksmith’s shop. He’s staring at you with a fiery intensity, his jaw set.

“What, farm girl?”

His hand still grasps your wrist, right below where the silver and ruby bracelet he made you sits. The jewel sparkles beneath the full moonlight.

“What what, March?” You say indignantly, “Why are you dragging me around?”

March tsks, head turned to the side. He looks irritated, but his hand stays strong and warm around your wrist. He tightens his grip slightly.

“Don’t…you want to?” He growls out.

You stare at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Want to what?” The two of you are standing on the sidewalk, the night breeze kissing your skin. March’s hair ruffles around his face.

He’s staring off to the side with a scowl on his boyish face. “Y…y’know…with me?” He chances a look back at your face, his cheeks a bright pink. You shake your head.

“You know what!?” You try to tug your arm out from his grasp, but he chases after you and ends up catching your hand. He steps forward, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your head. He crashes his mouth into yours, clumsy and desperate. His lips move against yours, and it only takes you one stunned moment before you’re kissing him back fiercely and passionately.

Your hands come up to grab his shirt, bringing him in closer to you. March lets out a groan against your lips, before breaking the kiss to lean his forehead against yours.

“You want this too, don’t you? I can’t be the only one,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting against yours. He tastes like the stout he’d been drinking at the inn.

“I want this,” you affirm, pressing your lips to his. He groans against you, his body melting into yours. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you in place as he kisses you. His lips are chapped and sweet, his movements unpracticed. You break the kiss, staring up at his dark eyes. “Your place?” you ask breathlessly.

March grins, and takes your hand to pull you along the rest of the way to the blacksmith’s.

****

Once inside, March pushes you up against the locked door of his bedroom, crowding into your personal space to claim your lips in another bruising kiss.

“I like this,” he mumbles, his hands gripping your waist. “Do you like this, too?” His voice tremors as he asks.

You hum against his lips, catching his bottom lip with your teeth. You pull, slightly.

“Love it,” you whisper.

March smirks against your lips, leaning back enough to gaze down at you with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Good.”

And then he’s crashing his lips against yours again, his thigh slipping between your legs. You gasp at the friction, grinding down on his leg instinctively. He lets out a short laugh, his breath puffing hot against your lips.

“You like me,” he deadpans, pushing his thigh up more firmly against your core. “Admit it.”

“Of course I like you!” You huff, cheeks hot, “Why do you think I bother you all the time?”

March smirks, before leaning down to kiss your lips again, this time slower, gentler.

“I just thought you liked being annoying,” he snickers against your lips. You scoff in indignation, and push both hands against his chest. March lets up, that stupid smirk still painted on his face.

He takes your hand, leading you backwards toward the bed.

“Show me how much you like me, huh?” He teases, sitting on the edge of the bed. You stand between his legs, hands on his shoulders. He stares up at you with a challenge in his eyes. You straddle him, settling on his lap with your arms around his neck.

You lean down to kiss him, slowly this time. March is a prideful creature, but his lips follow your movements as you slowly guide him in this soft makeout session. You can feel his desire for you growing hard beneath you, pressing into your inner thigh. You grind against it, and the sound that leaves March’s throat sends sparks down your spine.

“Fuck,” March groans, hands on your hips as he guides you back and forth on his clothed hardness.

Your fingers wind into his red hair, tugging slightly. His lips part, head tilted back as he gazes up at you. His cheeks are dusted pink, his lips swollen and red from kissing. You bite your lip, heat flowing through you. “Want more?”

March arches an eyebrow, that hint of challenge reappearing in his obsidian eyes. The dim light of his bedroom casts the both of you in a soft, orange glow. March looks ravished already, all blushed with a fierce hunger in his eyes.

“Show me more, farm girl.”

You waste no time in tearing your shirt off over your head, left in a black bralette. March’s eyes go wide, staring at your chest. You take his hands and place them on your breasts. March squeezes at them, his face reddening even further.

“Whoa…,” he breathes, massaging your breasts in strong, calloused hands.

“Your turn,” you state, pulling at his shirt, too. He pulls it off over his head, leaving his chest and abs bare for you to ogle. You waste no time in manhandling him: squeezing his biceps, his shoulders, his pecs. You giggle a little at how giddy you are, so eager to feel up his muscles.

March lets out a breathy laugh, flexing for you. “Yeah?” he asks, “You like that?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, biting your lip.

His skin is warm and amber in the dim light of his room. You run your hands up and over his shoulders, before leaning down to claim his lips in another messy kiss.

“Wanna be mine?” He asks in between kisses, his voice low and sincere. You pull back, studying him.

“Seriously?”

March searches your face, before nodding. “Seriously.” His hands tighten on your waist. “I don’t want you doing this with anyone else but me.” A tone of slight jealousy colors his words, his eyebrows furrowed.

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fine,” you say, smiling wide, “I’ll be yours.”

March breaks into a wicked grin, before grabbing your waist and flipping you over onto the bed.

You squeal in surprise, suddenly underneath your new boyfriend as he presses his weight into you, pinning you to the mattress.

“March!” You squeak, but he only laughs. He starts kissing up your neck, leaving little nips and licks as he goes.

“What, don’t like it?” He murmurs, nosing at the place beneath your ear. He smooches there, once.

“Of course I like it!” You complain.

He snickers, and pulls back enough to survey your face. Your cheeks are heated, heart pattering in your chest.

“You better.”

And then he’s pulling your bralette off over your head. His eyes widen at the sight of you, his lips parting in awe. His hands shake a little as he places them on your breasts. He squeezes gently.

“That okay?” He whispers.

You nod, arching up into his touch. March leans down, pressing kisses to the swell of your breasts.

He captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. Your hands go to his hair, tugging slightly at the roots. He moans around your nipple, licking and slurping at it. He trails his tongue over to the other side, and sucks at your nipple there. Lightning flashes through your skin, your nerves all alight from the touch of him.

“More,” you whimper, squirming beneath him. March sits up, and starts undoing the button of your shorts. You let him pull them down over your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. “I’ve never—done this before,” you admit, hot and flushed in the blacksmith’s bed.

His own cheeks flare red. “M-me neither,” he confesses. “Did you want—it to be with me?” He asks genuinely, his hands trailing over your thighs.

You nod.

“I’ve liked you for a while,” you confess, gaze shifting to the side. “I-I’ve thought about this, for a while…,” your voice trails off. March swallows, his face flushed. He nods, eyes avoiding yours as well.

“Me too.”

A charged moment hangs in the air between you.

March lowers down onto his forearms, caging you in on either side of your face. His lips ghost over yours. “Wanna make it real?” He asks, his voice a breathless whisper. “Aren’t you tired of just thinking about it?”

You nod.

March kisses you fiercely, sliding his knee between your legs to part them. He grinds up against you, and you cry out. “Oh!” You squeeze your eyes shut, “I didn’t know it would feel this good,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He snickers, “I haven’t even done anything yet,” he teases.

You scowl.

March just laughs at that, and rolls his hips up to meet yours once again. He starts thrusting gently, grinding up against your clothed heat. You lean down to tug on the waistband of his pants. “Off,” you demand.

March smirks as he raises off you, kicking off his pants so he’s left in just his boxers. He settles back down on top of you, tracing your cheek with the backs of his knuckles.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers. And then he kisses you, at the same time as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties. He tugs them down, and you let him.

March’s hand curiously explores the place between your legs, tracing up along your inner thigh before tentatively swiping along your folds. You groan in pleasure, arching up to meet him. March supports himself on one arm, eyes trained carefully on your face. He explores you: making mental notes of what sounds you make and why. He licks his lips.

“Can I taste you?”

Shyly, you nod.

March lowers down onto his stomach, positioning himself between your legs. His handsome face between your thighs is almost too much to handle; you hide your face in your hands.

“None of that,” March commands sternly, “Eyes on me, farm girl.”

You peek out from between your fingers to see March lick one long, languid stripe up your folds. His eyes flutter shut at your taste. “So good,” he whispers, smooching your lower lips. He sucks at your clit, which elicits a loud squeal of pleasure from you. He pauses, lips parted, as he watches you come undone from only just the first few touches of his tongue.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” you scowl.

March snickers, and goes back to the task at hand. He tastes you, indulges in you, as he slowly moves his tongue around your folds. He tentatively pokes his tongue into your entrance, and at your appreciative whine he delves deeper.

“Like that?” he asks breathlessly, licking his lips as he pulls back slightly. You nod, whining at the space between you.

“Don’t stop.”

He giggles at your command, but indulges you. He retakes his place between your legs, and starts lapping at you in earnest.

March works you over like that, testing out different movements of his tongue. He’s found that lapping at your clit makes you tense up and your eyes squeeze shut, while tongue fucking your entrance has you gasping and arching forward.

He circles his tongue at your clit, before sucking on it gently. He likes the sounds you make, so he sucks harder.

“March!” you squeal, close to the edge, “Just like that!”

March smirks, but obeys.

“Come undone for me, farm girl,” he commands, sucking even harder.

You grind down onto his tongue, hands in his dyed-red hair.

March sucks on you until you’re writhing and gasping out broken utterances of his name. You shudder with your orgasm, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in an “O.”

You shake a little as you come down, all sensitive and twitchy. March sits up, wiping his face. “How was that?”

“So good,” you moan, reaching out your arms for him. “Your turn?”

March smirks, and tugs off his boxers for you. His cock hits his abdomen, the tip angry and red as it drips precum. His length is thick and veiny, and you can’t help yourself but to reach out and touch it.

His skin is hot, delicate as you slowly pump him up and down. March’s head falls back, his lips open as he sighs out in pleasure.

You readjust yourself so you can suck him into your mouth, bobbing up and down. March’s hands come to your hair, holding your head as you suck on him.

“Just like that, girlie~” he whines, his voice dry and scratchy. He starts thrusting against your face, and you choke a little at his length. You pop off him with an irritated huff.

“Careful!” You scold.

March scoffs, “Can’t help it,” he complains.

“You’re impossible.”

But you lower your mouth back down onto his cock anyway.

You suck him for a while, enjoying his little shudders and moans of pleasure. Eventually, his hands start tugging at your hair.

“Enough, enough!” He pulls you off him, “I’m gonna cum if you keep going.”

You snicker, sitting up on your heels as you wipe your face with the back of your hand. “Liked it, huh?”

March scowls, eyes sliding away. “You’re good at it,” he grumbles.

You smirk, pleased.

But then March is over you again, pushing you down into the mattress. He hovers over you, his face flushed and eyes searching yours. “Can I?”

You wrap your legs around him and nod.

Slowly, tentatively, March pushes in. It stings at first, but then your body relaxes and all you feel is pleasure. His cock is long and thick, and it fills you up completely as he pushes in to the hilt. March is shuddering above you, held up on his forearms on either side of your face. “Fuck, baby…,” he mutters out, eyes closed with eyebrows furrowed.

“March…!” you moan as he starts thrusting into you.

March is a diligent man.

He hammers iron all day in a smoldering forge. He could pick you up and put you on his anvil, melt you into liquid gold.

And melt you he does.

You come apart on his cock, shuddering with your release. Your orgasm is molten, metallic, more than you can take.

“March!” you bow forward, arms around him. He holds you as you cum, burying his face into your neck.

“That’s it, come for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles praises into the skin of your neck. He doesn’t let up his pace; fucking you hard through your orgasm.

“M’close,” he whispers, kissing your ear, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you whimper, tightening your legs around his waist. March lets out a broken groan, his hips shuddering as he orgasms.

March shoots his cum deep inside you, filling you up with a strange sensation. It feels—good.

March sighs, collapsing on top of you. “Fuck, baby,” he drawls out, rolling to the side. “That was so good.”

“Mm,” you agree, turning on your side to lounge across March’s sweaty, toned body. “No one else gets to have you like this,” you say seriously.

“No one else,” he repeats, smiling softly. His hand trails over your hair, cupping the back of your head in a sweet hold. “Just you.”

You grin, eyes fluttered shut as he pets your head. “Just you.”

March sighs, letting his head fall back against the pillow. He stares at you with a mixture of fondness and awe. He reaches up to thumb at your cheek, giving you a wicked grin. “I could get used to this.”

Yeah, you think.

So could you.

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