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saturnville · 26 days ago

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Superstar (A Playback Interlude) | David Cliff

Pairing: David Cliff (The High Note) x Black Fem OC (Sybelle Selene Jackson) Summary: A wife yearns deeply for her husband in a way she'd never done before. Warnings: Painful yearning. WC: 943 AN: Love the High Note. Love Kelvin's face. Love Weruche's face. Voila. This is one of my new favorite pieces. I truly hope you enjoyed. Please let me know your thoughts! Remember: likes are nice, but reblogs and comments are encouraged!

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Quiet. It was disturbingly quiet. The type of silence that was so disruptive that it would hinder her sleep. The kind that made her hyperaware of his absence. No heavy footsteps to detect what room he walked out of, and the next he entered.

The bedroom felt hollow. Empty. The bed was too big, the windows were too small, and the atmosphere was like a gloomy February morning where hovering nimbus clouds signified an impending doom of their home being attacked by heavy droplets of rain. Her body shifted as if making space for him on the king-sized mattress that seemed to swallow her whole.

A strong and unwavering frown settled upon her lips. Her long arms stretched across the bed as she ran her fingertips over the crinkles and wrinkles of the white cotton, rough and empty beneath her touch. With a soft grunt, she fell backward and turned her head to the right, her nose buried in his pillow. She inhaled deeply, relishing the last traces of his faded cologne.

It was husky and warm, like him. The perfect balance of musk and sweetness made her eyes roll every time the delicious scent passed her nose. She exhaled sharply, trying to return to center after orbiting the universe with her lover who had skyrocketed to another galaxy.

His voice, low and full of kindness, replayed in her mind like a broken record. Her body shuddered as she felt the ghost of his lips against the shell of her ear, his tongue tracing the inner lobe as he whispered “I love you” as they made love into the early hours of the morning.

She missed him. The weight of her yearning sat deep in her chest—unrelenting. She didn’t think she was capable of feeling it. She didn't know her heart was wired to produce such a deep desire to be at one with someone else.

Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to keep the growing tears tucked behind an eyeliner-clad waterline.

Everywhere she turned, he was there—the journal on the nightstand, an intention gift from him. It was wrapped in a beautiful satin bow, with her initials pressed into the leather in strong gold lettering. SSJC. A new era deserves a fresh start, baby, he told her when she looked at him with glassy eyes, questioning what the gift was for. So intentional, he was, having incorporated a pack of stainless steel pens in gold to match. A songwriter needs the right tools, and these felt like you. Her fingertip traced the notebook, flipping it open to see the small note he left on the inside. Write without fear, beloved.

Her fingers twisted her—his—shirt. She brought the collar to her nose and inhaled. She fell asleep in it without thinking, swaddled in the presence of him. Music played softly in the background, but with every riff and cry of the guitar string, it was him—the soft hum of his voice and rumble of his tenor.

Her body remembered him; his warmth pressed into her back as he pressed her into the mattress. The slow, lazy way he’d brush his lips along her shoulder to wake her up in the morning before pulling her closer.

Again, her hands clawed at the bed to grab cold sheets. He wasn’t here. The loneliness was palpable, suffocating. She felt like she was stuck in an elevator with inoperable doors. Stuck by herself with no one around.

She wanted to call. She needed to hear his voice, even if it was just for a moment. But if she did, she might break. Go into a frenzy of packing a bag and hopping on the earliest red eye she could catch. But she knew she shouldn’t. It was his moment. He deserved to experience it fully. She’d be at home waiting. At home. Waiting.

The dam burst. Tears rushed down her face like a waterfall. Frustration filled her body like a disease—frustration for becoming so used to being in his presence that becoming independent of him was an overwhelming experience. A longing so deep that it threatened to pull her under. Pull her deep into an abyss she was willing to drown in. Drown in him, she’d do it, she indeed would.

She sang under her breath, an old song. Their song. The same way he used to hum when he thought she wasn’t listening. The same hum that lulled her to sleep during the longest of nights and most treacherous days. The same hum that captured her attention all that time ago in the studio. The same hum that stilled her mind and silenced the storm inside of her soul.

She grabbed her phone, hands shaking, thumbs hovering over his content. She didn’t press call. Her thumbs rushed to type I miss you. She stared at it. Deleted it. Rewrote it. Deleted it again. Smaestro with a pen, an expert at her craft—yet, words had escaped her like a bandit feeling the scene.

Only one message seemed fitting. His name. David.

When he responded immediately—“I know, baby. I miss you too.”—she felt the first bit of air return to her lungs after having been breathless for what seemed to be a lifetime.

She aggressively wiped her tears away, almost angry with herself for feeling his absence so profoundly. But, wasn’t that love? The kind that made you ache, even when you knew they’d come back? Her husband, lover, and friend wouldn’t return for six weeks. Her heart yearned to be with him again.

He sent another message. Smile, Sybelle. I’ll be home soon. I love you forever, baby.

#saturnville #black!reader #black reader #kelvin harrison jr.#kelvin harrison jr. smut #kelvin harrison jr. x reader #kelvin harrison jr #the high note #black actors #chevalier #luce #waves 2019 #david cliff #david cliff the high note #the high note 2020 #weruche opia

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rwac96 · 3 months ago

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Original stud AU x crossover Au

Jaune looks at jinx

Ren : remember the one rule, Don't stick your dick in crazy.

Jaune : *who is still looking at her* worth a try my friend.

Ren: *annoyed* "Jaune, I'm serious about this!"

Jaune: "And I'm serious about being balls deep in her guts, Ren."

Jinx: *looks back* "What's that about guts?"

Jaune: *chuckles* "Oh, Ren and I are havin' a lil' guy talk."

#answer #answered #answers #answer post #answered post #crossover #crossover au #slight smut #slight lemon #league of legends #rwby #jinx the loose cannon #jaune arc #lie ren #loose chevalier (jaune arc x jinx the loose canon)

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writingwhimsey · 6 months ago

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For your follow celebration, could you do Clavis and Chev reaction to MC asking to be bred, please?

And congratulations on the milestone!

Thank you for the ask! I hope this quenches your thirst!

400 Follower Celebration

Smut/NSFW Headcanon prompt: Suitor reacts to MC/reader asking to be bred

Suitors: ikepri Clavis & Chevalier

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, breeding, PIV

Clavis

“I…I wanna be bred.”

Clavis blinks as he looks down at you, lying beneath him. He had been teasing you sweetly, coaxing you into telling him your deepest desires. And when you finally blurted out what you really wanted…well it wasn’t what he had been expecting.

You blush and look away. “I knew I shouldn’t have said it…”

Clavis’s hand is on your cheek, guiding your gaze back to his. “Don’t feel ashamed for asking for what you want, little bunny.” He assures you. “I was just surprised…pleased, but surprised.”

Your eyes widen. “Pleased?”

Clavis grins at you and nods. “Yes. If you want to be my little breeding bunny, then I am happy to indulge you.” The next thing you know, your legs are up by your head and Clavis is pushing his cock deep into you.

You gasp and moan at just how DEEP he is. “Cl-Clavis…”

Clavis grins at you as he rests his hands on your thighs and gives them a squeeze. “Don’t worry little bunny, I’ll breed you. Fill you up until you think you can’t take it anymore.” He tells you. “And then this beast will fill you again and again, until I’m certain your womb is full.”

Clavis proceeds to pound into you until you are both cumming. He spends the night moving you into position after position, pumping you with load after load until you are both utterly spent. He wraps his arms around you, holding you from behind, his cock still buried within you. “We’ll sleep like this tonight, little bunny. Keep my cum in you.” He says, kissing your shoulder.

You hadn’t expected this reaction from him when you’d first admitted what you wanted…but you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying it.

Chevalier

“I…I want to be bred.”

Chevalier looks up from his book at you, his eyes sharp as a predator’s. He had been wanting you to be more honest with your desires. So he had devised a plan to get you to tell him, swearing not to touch you until you told him exactly what you wanted. You hadn’t even made it a day before you were finally confessing…not that Chev didn’t already know. He always knew. But his desire was for you to voice your own.

Chevalier closes his book and rises from the chair elegantly. He walks towards you until he is standing directly in front of you, blue eyes staring down at you. “Do you know what you’re asking, simpleton?”

You swallow, but nod. “Yes.” You can feel your heart rate picking up.

Chevalier grins. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, simpleton.” Before you even know what’s happening, Chev has you on the bed, face down, ass up, his hands gripping your hips and his cock buried deep inside you.

Your moans seem to echo off the walls with each thrust from your brutal beast lover. “A simpleton…like you…is perfect…for breeding.” He groans as he pumps you full.

Once he’s finished, he’s pulling out and flipping you onto your back, lifting your hips up off the bed only to bury himself into you once again, fucking his cum back into you. “You’re not to lose a single drop.” He tells you, making you moan.

Chevalier continues to pump you with load after load, painting your walls white. “I’ll make sure you’re bred.” He whispers into your ear as he pushes you into a mating press once more. “I’ll fill you up and make sure you don’t waste a single drop.”

It appears Chevalier enjoys “breeding” as much if not more than you. You weren’t getting any rest that night.

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omkookie · 2 years ago

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"It will just take some time now"

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Dark scenario (but everything is consensual) Smut, Yandere! Chevalier, impregnation.

He forces your face into the pillow, his rough hand gripping your wrists behind your back tightly while his other hand is hiking your short dress over your bruised hips. He doesn’t say anything as you whimper in pain at his rough movements, probably choosing to ignore you as usual.

"Chevalier…" The white sheets rustle beneath you as you try calling his name to let him know that he's being too rough, And he clicks his tongue in annoyance but loosens his grip on you, and soon lets your wrists go. He grips the sides of your waist, his fingers somewhat digging into your flesh as he flips you onto your back, then nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs.

Only because of your obedience, he’ll treat you kindly.

You’ve been behaving exceptionally well this month, throwing just a few protests here and there. But, besides that you've been very compliant for the rest. Clearly, you were trying to get on his good side. He smiles arrogantly in satisfaction because of your submission. Fnally, you we're starting to give in to him.

You look up at him and stare into his eyes, before you hurriedly look elsewhere... still refusing to meet his gaze for longer than a short moment.

“Look at me.” He orders you, and you very reluctantly do as he says. If you don’t do as Chevalier says, who knows what will happen to you... right? Obedience was your only option here… Either Obedience or torture. He wouldn't hesitate to beat you to get his point through and teach you a lesson. He wouldn't even bat an eye as he does so. You’ve learned from the countless number of times that he’s abused you with a stone cold expression on his face that he's heartless. And according to him, he’s “training” you for your own good.

He’s simply teaching you how to be a better wife and do your duties.

You’re his favorite wife after all, None of his other wives received his affection like you did. They were mere objects to unite Rhodolite with its neighbours, meanwhile you… He loved you.

A sick twisted feeling like that had rooted itself into his heart because of you.

When he saw you, a simple commoner girl he was perplexed… how could you be so beautiful and so…nice. Despite your naivety and foolishness, he fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight, and his feelings for you only grew as you catered to his needs in the bookstore. Putting in your utmost effort to please him as he ordered you around and made you gather all kinds of books for him. His interest in you grew as you sold him books, your polite attitude towards him somewhat making his icy cold heart flutter…

How unfortunate for you though... You became his mistress, a simple commoner wife who he only married to claim as his own so that no other man could.

“Let me move the pillow.” You tell him as you sit up on the bed, and readjust your pillows so you could comfortably lay on them. If you were going to do something you didn't like... you should at least try to make the best out of it.

He stares you down, looking your bruised body specifically as he reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers with his. Feeling the warmth from your palm seep into his skin as he holds your fragile hand, he lets out a relaxed breath.

You were truly like glass… delicate and easy to break.

He almost feels guilty for everything that he’s put you through, but quickly remembers ‘It was for her own good.’

He reaches down to cup your bare pussy, He’s been impatiently waiting for tonight. The first night where you aren’t trying to stop or push him away from you. A proud smirk etches onto his face as he relishes in the fact that he finally conquered you, and broke your spirit enough for you to give in to him. He almost laughs in satisfaction as he leans down to kiss your thigh. His hand nudging it to the side when you try to close your legs by reflex, and he hears your breath hitch in your throat as he caresses your soft skin.

You were finally turning into the wife that he wanted, so you deserve a reward.

He licks a long stripe up your flushed pussy, and an uncomfortable shiver runs down your spine.

Disgust crept up in the pit of your abdomen, and you tried your best to ignore the repulsive feeling.

Here you were, subjected to having him between your legs when you desperately wanted to shove him away, and hope he hits his head on something and dies. Truly, there is nothing more vile and disgusting than how he violated your dignity, Both your body and soul. He was horrible, Even if he was making you wet and going to draw a forced orgasm out of you tonight.

He shoves his fingers into your entrance, rubbing and teasing you as much as he can before he stops his ministrations on your glistening entrance and looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in a glare as if he could read your thoughts. You hear him sigh as he gets up to unbuckle his belt and pull his hardened dick out. He strokes himself before you, and rubs the head of his shaft against your wet entrance, gathering your slick juices to coat himself with before he pushes into you at once, Burying himself to the hilt.

You feel stuffed as he leans over your body and pushes your leg against your chest.

“Fuck…”You hear him curse under his breath as he pulls his hips away from yours, making your walls squeeze around him as if trying to pull him back in. “It’s so warm…” He comments before whilst slamming his hips into you, and as he cahes you underneath him you can smell the familiar scent of his library filled with books, paper and vanilla scented candles. He fucks you at a hard pace, his shaft fitting snuggly inisde of you and rubbing against all of the right spots… much to your dismay.

Even if he was raping you, it recently started to feel good and it even brought you pleasure.

You feel the knot in your abdomen starting to come undone with every drag of his shaft along your walls, and it drives you crazy, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him even closer and deeper into you so that he could fuck you faster, and finally get you to finish.

It was shameful, really… Just how messed up were you for wanting your abuser to fuck you harder and get you off? You squeeze Chevalier, Your grip on him tightening as you whimper under him and cry his name in moan. He sped up and thrusted into you at a brutal pace, until you finally came undone beneath him and squirted your juices all over his shaft. His name continues spilling from your lips in a raspy moan as he fucks into you even after your release. Your fingers grip the bedsheets tightly, trying to ground you from the overstimulation which feels like too much.

He thrusts into you, his nails leaving little red marks in your leg's plush skin as he plans to fill you up with his seed. He wants you to give him an heir before he left you all alone, locked up within the safe confines of his room where he could keep you away from danger until he eliminated all threats to you. He grunts your name, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, and make him finally spill his load inside you.

“Heh… You’re finally starting to become wise, simpleton.” He pants as he says that. Somehow, he still had energy to speak despite how tired he must be. He doesn't pull out, and simply lays on top of you for a while.

You feel truly hopeless as you know you'll be his prisoner for life, and his hand wrapping around your neck feels like shackles being attached to you.

A child would chain you to him for life.

"It will just take some time now"

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rjthirsty · 6 months ago

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The Mistress

A/N: A series of one shot shorts about MC/reader being the chosen king's consort as he marries a queen for political reason. It's not all angst, guys, I promise. CW: Smut under cut. Not all are smut.

There was once a time you were Belle, and you fell in love with a beast. Your love, however, changed the beast and he became a human, a human you thought worthy of ruling over the kingdom you resided. The king loved you, too. So much so that he made it possible for the two of you to continue seeing each other.

But the Royal court is not a place for commoners, and despite his power and protection, a wife had to be taken for political gain. You understood and stood by him, staying his adored mistress while another became queen. The past would not repeat itself. The noble line would continue. And you two would stay together no matter what came your way.

A knock at your door sends your heart racing. It's him. He has finally come to see you today. He doesn't announce himself and you don't have to answer, knowing he'll enter of his own wishes, he is the king of course. You try not to seem too eager, waiting to see his face and taste his lips and hear his voice. Holding yourself back as the door opens and there is your king, your lover, the man you can't live without and who can't live without you.

Chevalier

Chevalier always enters calmly, seemingly put together every evening he visits - and he does visit every evening. But as soon as the door is closed, he's a different beast altogether. He's starving for you and his hands are on you immediately. Clothes are pulled off as lips are pushed together.

There's no time to think, no time to breathe. There is only his tongue and mouth and teeth touching every part of you that he can, tasting you, devouring you. You'd think you two had been separated for weeks, but it has only been hours.

Your cunt is used to these nightly calls, already wet from anticipation. Already throbbing to be filled by his cock. He directed you towards the bed and you gladly fell onto it, clothes removed, panting heavily, and desire filling your eyes.

His eyes burn with need. His dick is stiff and dribbling. You get the modicum of a respite before he crawls on top of you and sinks into you fully with one long stroke. A gasp turns into a groan as he fills you up.

Your fingers that had clenched the comforter moved to his back, fingertips pressing into his skin as you pulled him closer to bring your lips together once more. The kiss was sensual and slow and full of sweet sighs and silent loving words shared between parted lips with tongue and gentle nibbles.

It is bliss. But it hardly sates his desire for you and he knows he can make you feel so much more.

Chevalier pulls his hips from yours, thrusting back in with enough speed and force to make your skin clap as pelvis meets pelvis. Another gasp sucked in by you as you prepare for what is to come. A second thrust just as rough, almost a warning, then his speed picks up and there’s no more time to brace as he fucks into you.

Moans erupt from you. Your sexes smack together. His pace is relentless and rough and– it feels so good. He fucks you like a man obsessed, needing to be deep inside you. Wanting to make you moan and come and scream his name.

Licht

One hand holding your hip to keep you from bouncing too far away from him with every enthusiastic thrust. His mouth on your shoulder, your neck, your breasts, leaving blooming promises across your skin. He marks you and claims you, again and again. The only woman he’ll ever love.

As soon as Licht shuts the door, the two of you are drawn together like you were made to hold one another. While embracing each other, whispered “I missed yous” and “I love yous” are desperately shared though you have shared them hundreds of times already. It doesn’t matter that you said those words only hours earlier, or that you repeat them each night, they still need to be expressed every time you two touch.

You stand there for an immeasurable time, lost in each other, until finally one of you pulls away so Licht can make himself more comfortable. It’s not enough to be near you, to hold you, there are too many layers between the two of you. Once those layers are discarded, you both find a place where you can wrap up with each other, whether that be the couch or bed, it doesn’t matter as long as you can be together.

Every night, Licht comes to see you. And every night, he stays until morning, claiming he sleeps better with you at his side. His own room is hardly used these days, and very rarely does he pay the queen a visit in her quarters. It was arranged with politics in mind after all, you’re the one he loves.

Some nights you spend content just being near each other. And some nights his needs pass into the carnal, with lips on skin and fingers tangled in hair. He can’t imagine life without you, and when he does think about it, he buries himself in you, pours his love into you, and drowns in the unconditional love you give him.

#ikepri fanfic #ikemen prince #ikepri #smut #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #ikepri licht #licht klein #rjthirsty fanfic

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faustianfascination · 3 months ago

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the night of the lonely beast

pairing: Gilbert Von Obsidian x fem!OC fandom: Ikemen Prince

Gilbert is invited to the wedding of Chevalier & Emma as a sign of diplomatic harmony, however seeing the woman he'd longed for marry his old friend/adversary stirs up a deep loneliness in the conquering beast. Until a brave little fox decides to tempt a tiger. words: 5213 Minors DNI tags/warnings: penetrative sex (vaginal), first time, loss of virginity, rough sex, biting, gilbert being gilbert

many thanks for @scummy-writes & @rjthirsty for being a Gil sounding board and helping me get back into the writing groove

The hypocrisy of it all was farcical, the same nobles who gossiped about the bride's unsuitable breeding for the position of Queen now bowed politely and pulled on their finest fake smiles to wish the happy couple happiness in their marriage; all while plotting how they would slip their daughters into Chevalier's bed. The discussions on how they could use their positions as the Queen's new ladies-in-waiting to charm the King made Gilbert want to throw up, but he like every noble here was hiding behind a mask of faux joy because that is how this game is played. The invite to the wedding had been a surprise after the trip to Obsidian, however it was a smart diplomatic move, showing a picture of international harmony after finally settling the treaty and there was a small part of Gilbert that looked at Emma and Chevalier wrapped in love and joy that made the last remaining shred of goodwill towards his old fried happy for him.

However, he was not a good man and even that little shred of selfless joy was being drowned out by a more jealous, lonely beast rising up in his chest. He didn't care much for alcohol beyond warming his body but tonight he indulged a little, the burn of the Bentonite booze drowning out the subtle ache in his chest. Like hell he was going to drown his sorrows in that obnoxiously sweet rose infused nonsense, especially now in a hall filled with fake sweetness. Even with international relations thawing, he was still treated with open suspicion and hostility, which was fair he didn't mind the honesty but what was most galling was the nobles who failed to hide their disdain for him fully while trying to get things from him, be it trade deals or investment. But still like flies swarming to a rats carcass they buzzed around him and he was struggling to fight back the urge to reveal the gun in his cane and end the conversations once and for all. Although even he knew that starting a massacre at a wedding reception was a bit much, even for him. Even if a piece of him wanted to use the distraction to capture the little rabbit and steal her away, seeing that pure white dress dyed with blood and the sin of choosing this life.

The elegant music began to fill the room, causing the flies to buzz away to the edges of the dance floor giving him some space as he drew back to the shadowed edges. At the centre, the bride and groom took to the floor alone, the stars of this pantomime as they swept gracefully together as though made for each other. The thought made something deep in his chest twinge, like watching a long held dream crumble in front of him. But wasn't that exactly what she was? The dream, the purehearted girl so clean and bright that no amount of filth could taint, someone who he poured all his deepest wishes into as if to prove his foolish younger self right. But, she wasn't a girl, she was a woman, a very beautiful woman; still pure of heart and soul but different from his imaginings and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He let his eyes drift from the couple, watching the faces of the other princes lit with happiness at the harmonious scene but he caught it even if it was faint. In Nokto and Clavis' eyes, a touch of melancholy that came from watching the women you desired ride off into the sunset with someone who wasn't you. Clavis' inclusion in this lonely little club was not surprising, a man driven by his inferiority to his brother would of course desire the charming rabbit who made him human, but Nokto? The man who had slept with most of the court was a surprise, then again perhaps the most beautiful heart in the kingdom is what the philanderer needed to capture his attention because she would always be out of his reach. Gilbert's cheeks hurt with the effort of forcing an appropriate face and there was an unpleasant feeling in his throat that made him look anywhere but the happy scene. Very few people were bold enough to meet his gaze, so there was a small feeling of shock when his eyes caught another pair in the sea of people gazing directly at him, his surprise intensifying as when his eyes met theirs they did not look away or flash with fear. Instead they held his gaze, without a trace of fear. Only bright undisguised interest, he realised that he was gazing into the eyes of a young woman who seemed to be the only other one in the room not enraptured by the sight of the couple, it was strange and tugged at some long forgotten feeling. With that observation Gilbert stealthily edged his way out of the room away from the suffocating love story in front of him.

The air in the rose gardens was refreshing, enough to wash away the buzz of the alcohol as he strode deeper into the night. The palace was like a blinding candle in comparison to the quiet and dark gardens further from the celebration. The peace was a double edged sword, it gave him some breathing room but further made the pangs of loneliness more apparent, with nothing but the moonlight and roses to keep him company as he came to a stop and lent wearily on his cane; he wasn't one to reminisce fondly but the alcohol and the loss of the little rabbit seemed to be breaking down the walls he had built to protect himself. He would never have this, he intended to be the last of his line and with his health he didn't see the point of marrying nor did he want to be bound by the strings of nobility, using their daughter and his children to their advantage. Just as he and his mother had been used. It wasn't until after his mother died he realised the true extent of the horrors she suffered at his father's hands, once she was gone his father took a string of mistresses. Some arrogant on the power of being in the Emperor's bed, but quickly killed and thrown away especially if they became pregnant.

Bastards were frowned upon in Obsidian, the Emperor was deeply offended by their existence so he'd never allow a pregnant mistress to live. Despite this, the great houses of Obsidian were happy to throw their daughters into such a fate for just a sliver of power. One always stood out in his mind, she was the one mistress Gilbert remembered vividly. Mostly because she was obscenely young and painfully kind to him never trying to use her position only, seeming to want to survive long enough to escape the castle walls. Nausea swelled in his gut when he remembered the night he saw her limping out of his father's room, battered and bleeding, stifling sobs in the darkened corridor. The moment she noticed him adopting a practised mask of propriety. The wince in her curtsy making it all the more absurd. Not long after she was taken out on a hunting trip with the Emperor, only to be the intended prey after it was discovered she was pregnant, as if his father's actions had nothing to do with her state. The first girl was sneaked into his room was when he was 14, she was shaking with fear while trying to seduce him like a child being made to play at adult games. He sent her away quickly but there began a steady stream of girls sent to him as brood mares when his position as successor was more secure, it was disgusting. It also hurt him, to see these girls sent to him, scared to be in his presence but still trying to get pregnant by him like a prize stallion. As he tamed the court the visits dwindled and eventually ended but it still was an unpleasant memory.

His dark memories faded back into the shadows of his mind as he felt he was no longer alone, delicate footfalls coming up cautiously behind him. Someone was certainly feeling brave tonight. Even with the alcohol in his system his senses were still sharp and he decided to lay a trap for this foolish visitor. The ruffle of fabric floating over grass confirmed what he already suspected; the owner of those eyes had followed him out here. The movements slowed coming to a halt a little away from him, seems they at least had some survival instinct. Whoever it was drew their breath about to make their greeting as he turned and with reflexive ease caught the underside of their chin with the tip of the cane

"it's rude to follow people" he smiled down at the woman in front of him, caught mid curtsy her back braced like a swan about to take flight from a river; elegant and enticing in equal measure.

"please forgive my insolence your imperial highness" despite her situation she held almost unnaturally still, looking him straight in the eye again. There was something in that utter fearlessness Gilbert liked, he observed her as she remain at the tip of his cane and took closer notice of those eyes, a pleasing lilac that felt almost otherworldly in their brightness. They never wavered under his gaze, a defiance there that he rarely encountered. He lowered his cane and a subtle nod allowed her to stand again, appraising her as she straightened. It wasn't that Gilbert didn't feel lust, he could appreciate beauty it simply wasn't something he had the luxury of entertaining but tonight even that seemed to fall by the wayside as his eyes took in her form, slight curves hidden under the layers of fabric of her mossy coloured gown that was simpler yet more elegant than many of the others he had seen that night. Without bows and jewels to cover her natural beauty she seemed to shine brighter, the low cut of the bodice allowing him a glimpse of her breasts framed by sharp collar bones barely hidden under the lacy cloak, all her features had a sharpness from her cheekbones to the rich dark of her hair, she was hard to look away from. As his eyes scanned her again, a single silver pendant drew him back to her chest as it rested between her breasts. She seemed more delicate than Emma in some ways with less pronounced curves but her angular beauty more intense, more aggressive than the softness of the rabbit. Foxlike almost. Where the little rabbit was more bashful, she was more brazen shown by the way she approached him and now held herself with a boldness that made something in him burn. It was an impulse but he offered his arm to his guest and was more than a little surprised that she accepted it, this beauty allowing his beast close, close enough the feel the warmth radiating from her body. They walked deeper into the gardens the sound of their steps muffled by the grass, only the odd rustle of fabric on bushes interrupting the peace, oddly it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Gilbert looked over at her again, the urge to bite into the pale flesh of her shoulder more than a little tempting but his thoughts were interrupted by her airy voice

"I suppose I should tell you my reason for seeking you out, as enjoyable as this walk is" she began unprompted. She wasn't trying to hide her request in pleasantries and got straight to the point, another mark in her favour. Pulling them both to a halt as she positioned her body too look directly at him "my intentions are hardly pure so there is no point to beat around the bush. I'd like to spend the night with you, your Imperial Highness"

How bold indeed, so bold it made him chuckle.

"brazen little fox aren't you" Gilbert said "you realise I'm not a good man, hardly one a maiden like you should be provoking" his gloved hands coming to brush her cheek, his fingers grazing down her jaw until they rested upon the pulse point of her neck. The beat was calmer than he expected so he wrapped his hand around her neck, not enough to hurt but warn her of the consequences of her recklessness. Even with this, she held her ground, never wavering in her resolve which made the little heat in his body begin to pool between his thighs.

"I'm perfectly aware of your reputation you Imperial Highness. I have more respect for those that wear their fangs openly rather than distracting you with sweet lies while they stab you in the back. It's a refreshing change" she countered, Gil felt a familiar exhaustion with the duplicity of nobility the shared displeasure piqued his curiosity, although he was getting weary of the burden of his title.

"Gil, since you're bold enough to make this request I'll consider you a friend. And my friends call me Gil" he smiled, hand still around her neck. It wouldn't take much to crush the air from her. "Since we're friends, why not tell me your name and why exactly you're propositioning me so boldly"

"Waverley Burgundy, and well Gil, reason is simple you're a handsome man and I want to enjoy my first time with a handsome man of my choosing before I'm sent off to be some old lout's plaything. Also, misery loves company" she said with pointed conviction, and Gilbert could tell that no word of it was a lie. The smile he wore began to truly reach his eyes, and even now she didn't shy away from him. His nickname fell from her lips so easily, something the little rabbit was unable to do. He drew a little closer, their bodies creating more points of contact, her warmth inviting him further into this temptation.

"There are plenty men in that ballroom that you could play with, far less dangerous. Perhaps you should even save yourself for that husband of yours, or do the nobility of Rhodolite not place much value in such things" he brought his lips to her ear, enjoying the intimacy more than he cared to admit. Filling his nostrils with her scent clouded his mind enough to give him respite from the little rabbit's ghost in his heart. Even now though she still surprised him, a sharp laugh filling the space between them

"You're the man I found most handsome, and actually he paid extra for my virtue but would you want to endure the first touch being that of a gout laden man, old enough to be your grandfather flopping around on top of you" the bitterness cutting into her voice. With that he pulled back, letting his hand drop from her neck and appraised her again. Perhaps she would work as a distraction from his own miserable fate, even if just for a night they could put off the inevitable for a little while. This wasn't the conquering beast thinking, simply Gilbert the man and the beast that was made in lust but he needed to give her an out; himself an excuse to not be reckless despite the hardness growing in his trousers begging him to give in.

The silence hung in the air and she seemed to lose a little of that confidence "although, if you're not interested I shall not push it and leave you in peace Gil" it was the way her voice wrapped around his name again that broke his resolve, his lack of an answer seeming to lure her into the thought he was rejecting her. No, she was too lovely a prey to let go, so as she began to pull away he grabbed her. Her body came crashing into his, his arms winding around her waist and teeth finding her shoulder before she could escape him. Her skin tasted lovely, the smell of sage and pomegranate filling his nose as his teeth bit hard into her flesh through the lace of her cloak the sharp texture of taut lace adding to the sensation of her flesh. The moan she let out was dangerously erotic as he sucked on the mark, ensuring it would blaze brightly, showing everyone she was his prey now. One hand came to hold the back of her neck, making her stay and look at him as he released her neck from his jaws "I never said you could leave" was all he got out before she kissed him. Her lips claiming his in an adorable act of faux control. It didn't take long to invade her pretty mouth with his tongue, her heat filling him more and more as he felt her arms come around his neck and pull him closer.

It took Gilbert's full resolve not to throw her to the ground of the rose gardens but he was a gentleman, she had sought him out to enjoy her first time and he would do her the courtesy of at least giving her a bed because he knew he couldn't promise to be gentle. Gil wasn't a virgin per say, the things he and Roderick had done over the years seeing to that, but it was the first time he'd taken a woman to his bed and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous at his lack of experience. He probably couldn't be as rough with her as he was with Roderick…yet.

He had grabbed her after the kiss and pulled her towards his room as quickly as he could manage without running or aggravating his lungs. Each stride reminding him of how uncomfortable restrictive formal wear was with an erection but she kept pace with him with equal enthusiasm. There was something in that which made part of him feel a little happy, to have someone simply want him without conditions was rare, to have a woman actively seek him out and not cower in his presence made him feel human for once not a walking terror. In a quiet place buried deep in his soul it reminded him of when he was a child and simply dreamed of love before the world shattered those hopes, it was the same feeling the rabbit brought him, but this was different.

Instead of melancholy imaginings alone in his room was a warm lively body writhing under him as he pressed her into the bed, kissing and biting every bit of flesh he could touch arousing a symphony breathy moans, whimpers and pretty calls of his name. There was even a giggle when he brushed his fingers over a spot on her neck that was particularly ticklish, kissing her into submission when she tried to apologise. Waverley didn't just lay there, her lips capturing his, her teeth biting his lips, their bodies twined and jostled for dominance and he eventually relented and pulled her atop him, enjoying the sensation of her body draping over his. Feeling her hands slipping between his clothes seemingly as desperate to touch him as he was her stoked his desire further, it was intoxicating to want and be wanted in return. He took the opportunity to loosen the lacing on her dress until it started to slip down her slowly revealing her breasts in their full glory. She brought herself to straddle him grinding over his crotch enough to make his hips buck a little, he let his hands squeeze and play with her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples through his gloves but he wanted to feel her fully. Gil sat up and grabbed hold of her face again to make her look at him, her face flushed and confused as he stopped touching her.

"Open your mouth" he commanded, slipping the tip of his gloved finger between her lips only for her to start sucking gently which made him chuckle, he would ensure to reward such diligent action.

"how lewd, jumping straight to obscenity. Very entertaining but not what I wanted. Bite the tip" as he issued his command he saw her realise what his intention was and she glowed brighter red. It was thoroughly adorable watching the gap between her desires and experience. She bit down on the glove tip of each finger to loosen them, and he finally freed his hand of one glove. Too impatient to play that game again he pulled off the other himself, it gave her the chance to slip out of his lap but as he motioned to grab her she held his chin.

"to remove my dress" she said into his lips, kissing him while working the fabric off before taking her place back in his lap freed of the layers of silk and satin. It didn't take long before she was back under him, her hands working his clothes off as quickly and haphazardly with varying success. His various belts ended up providing more of a challenge than either of them anticipated and seeing her struggling under him to undo them all was an amusing sight.

"having trouble are we?" he smirked. He was being cute in the annoying way which made her huff and lay back with a sweet little pout

"who needs so many damn belts" she grumbled covering her chest with her arms and looking away from him as he removed his garments. Her eyes darted to his body as he stripped, the lust blatant but her nerves getting the better of her. He was enjoying the show and when he finally dropped his trousers she stopped hiding her gaze, her mouth making a cute little 'o' as she took him in. There was a moment of still in the darkened room as Gil enjoyed the sight of the naked beauty on his bed and she raked her eyes over him. Then he pounced on her again and started adorning her body with bites, from her chest to her hips. The unfamiliar sensation of skin on skin contact made him feel like he would burn alive; he savoured the taste of skin, especially the skin of her breasts, enjoying the feeling of sucking and biting her nipples her body reacting so honestly to him. His other hand ran down her waist to the valley between her legs and he nearly moaned at how wet she was, but she needed more to make this truly pleasurable and focused his ministrations on her bud, twisting and rubbing it between his fingers.

Gilbert had to catch his breath at the feeling of her hand around his cock, working him like he was working her. The firm grip and her thumb swirling around the tip ruining him more than he'd like to admit. Their bodies rutted together, nails cut into Gilbert's back as she panted his name, his own pants muffled by keeping his teeth busy on her chest. His patience was wearing thin though so he slowly slid a finger inside her, causing her to still and her head to roll back. Her cunt felt warm and gripped his finger in a way that made his cock throb, so much so he pulled her hand away so because it was all getting too much. Soon three fingers and his thumb were pushing her body further into pleasure, he felt her flutter and tense under him, arching as she climaxed on his fingers yelling his name with abandon. The flood of her left a wet patch on the sheet, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked each digit as she gazed as if mesmerised by him. She was sweet on his tongue, the only sweet thing he'd enjoyed tonight.

She lay beneath him, her body trembling and sensitive for him and it was a sight that crated a warmth deep in the darkness of his heart. His prey there so open and vulnerable with a beast like him, it felt satisfying for a conqueror to be welcomed openly. Her eyes always met his, it was something even the little rabbit couldn't consistently manage.

"Gil" her voice cut through his reverie, a flush of fear flashing in her eyes, but not of him. Even he knew that the pain of the first time was hammered into women before they were sent to be wedded and bedded and there was little he could do to sooth her fully. Only do his best to make it as comfortable as possible, so he caressed her face again and then opened her legs to finally enjoy her fully, every inch of her was beautiful but her flushed and twitching cunt was the most bewitching, evidence of how much she wanted him. He kept a strong grip on her hips, perhaps the pressure of his fingers a distraction as he lined up to finally sink into her. He ran the tip of his cock along her wet folds, making him bite his lip as he found her entrance. He wouldn't be mean but there was no point dragging it out so he started pushing in, the sight of his cock sliding into her was perhaps the most divine thing he'd ever seen. It was overwhelming, tightness squeezing him with warmth, her silk walls fluttering and clenching around his cock better than the way it felt on his fingers. Gil had the realisation that perhaps he wasn't going to last as long as he wanted but it's not like this would be the only round of the night. If he was alone he'd end up with visions of the little rabbit being ravished on her wedding night would creep into his mind and that may potentially drive him to destroy this poxy little country once and for all.

Her breathing became faster, eyes closing as tears leaked out and her hands balled the sheets. Her legs crushed against his waist and he could feel the tension in her hips as she clenched him so tight it bordered painful. He rubbed reassuring circles on her hips, leaning forward to kiss and nibble her neck to distract and slowly he sheaved himself inside her, savouring the feeling of it, from the crushing pressure on his dick to the way his balls rested against her. They lay still, breathing and kissing while she adjusted to him, it was a small mercy he could offer. The moment felt endless, both wonderful and hellish as he waited and finally she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him again. He took it as a cue to finally move, starting gentle but soon building to a rougher harsher rhythm. The cute pain of her nails clawing his back was fun, Gil wondered how hard he'd need to fuck her to make her draw blood. Her legs wrapped around him as he pounded her into the mattress making the bed creak and squeak as she kissed his neck and shoulders, clawed his back and all the sensations he was feeling were building into something he couldn't describe. The rational part of his mind shutting off and only the most primal beast remaining, it was almost blissful if the urge to pour his seed into her over and over again until she was completely marked as his wasn't getting harder to resist. It was a risk he couldn't take but how he longed to see his semen overflowing from her pretty cunt, a dark place in his mind wondering how lovely she'd look with a swollen belly and breasts heavy with his heirs but that was a fantasy too far. But, he could feel her orgasm on his cock, it had been delightful on his fingers, he couldn't imagine how much better it would feel now.

Gil sat back on his heels, with Waverley's legs still wrapped around his waist he took in the sight of her trembling and panting on his cock. It was incredible, he could look at this forever. She was even more beautiful like this, hair messily framing her face, her eyes blown with desire and looking at him with earnestness that made something in his chest twist. He couldn't help but look at where they were joined, the scent and feeling of her come was something he wanted to never forget; it also gave him access to that little bud that would drive her to utter ruin and he began relentlessly stimulating it with his fingers. The effect was immediate, she clenched and spasmed around him, her hips bucking and back arching as her body fucked itself on him by instinct. She tried to squeeze her eyes shut as her cunt squeezed his cock and it felt like he was on fire but he wanted to see her face as he ruined her, make her keep looking him in the eyes so he held her face to she had to look at him, slipped this thumb into her mouth. Her eyes watered but she took his unspoken command and did her best to hold his gaze until she couldn't stop her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. With all the stimulation she didn't last long and he was rewarded with feeling her climax on his cock, it was so tight he felt like she'd never let him go, almost pulling him deeper into her body. Her moans of his name had become so loud he was sure it was echoing down the hall. The satisfaction of her making him feel this good and enthusiastically screaming his name in the Rhodolite palace on the little bunny's wedding night just made it all the more fantastic. Gods he was petty wasn't he…

Her body began to relax under him, it wouldn't take much for him to finish now so he went back to his rough pace trying to keep enough of his wits about him not to fill her like he wanted, but to mark her instead. It all happened quickly, he somehow managed to pull himself out of her warmth to paint her with his seed. It may not be quite as satisfying as finishing inside her but this was still a nice sight, her stomach and the underside of her breasts covered in pearly white splashes, they complimented the deep reds of his bites all over her. She was trembling still, but the weariness was evident in her body so Gil set to the task of cleaning her up with a tenderness that even surprised him. If he was Silvio, she'd have been evicted from his bed already but Gil wasn't finished with her yet, and he pulled her under the sheets with him. Her body was even warmer now and he held her close to him, ensuring she knew she wasn't being freed from him.

They never stopped kissing or touching each other until she fell into a light sleep. Gil watched her as she dozed, taking a strand of her dark hair and twisting it around his fingers, inhaling the woody scent while he recovered and began to think of the other positions he intended to make with her as the night deepened.

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scarletlove2 · 1 year ago

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MDNI!

Warnings: incest, non-con, poorly written smut and poorly written in general, groping in Jin’s part, spanking in Chevs part, blind fold in claivs part, undergarment stealing in Leon’s part, blow Job in yves part, sharing in and fingering in licht and noktos part, oral in Luke’s part,

Made with a fem reader in mind reader is probably around the ages of 20-22

You know damn well if the princes had a baby sister they’re gonna try and keep you as innocent as possible until they corrupt you enough before a prince of another kingdom can do it.

You’re just so sweet and innocent you can’t blame them for wanting to you corrupt I mean they are called beasts after all,

Jin will summon you into his room to discuss something, as a sucker is lodged between his lips. He then guides you to his bed, holding you down and in position, before removing the sucker from his lips. With his thumb, he’ll gently part your lips as the candy meets your tongue. Meanwhile, his hands explore downward, finding your breasts and groping them through the fabric of your dress. He reassures you that it's customary for a big brother to ensure they are perfect for your future husband to cherish and fondle.

As you enter Chevalier's private library and request to borrow some of his books to pass the time, his irritation steadily mounts. By the third time you approach him, he seizes you, swiftly positioning you over his knee and lifting your skirt. Using your back as a makeshift table, he places his book, his gloved hand descending upon your posterior as you release whimpers of pain. Amid your tearful apologies, he reprimands you for your persistent nuisance before dismissing you. Left with sniffles, watery eyes, and a tender bottom, you should know better than to ask him about borrowing his books, but he has to make sure you know asking stupid questions will get you punish by your future husband he just prepare you for it.

Claivs suggests a surprise awaits in the garden, one meant to be unveiled through touch rather than sight. He carefully blindfolds you with one of his ties, ensuring secrecy as he leads you through the garden to the secluded gazebo nestled within the rose gardens. Seating you on a bench, he gently urges you back against it, delicately lifting your skirt and positioning your leg over his shoulder. His touch glides soothingly up and down your legs, gradually venturing further down your thigh. With a hushed gesture, he presses a finger to your lips, reminding you to maintain silence, a skill essential for your future husband's comfort and satisfaction.

Leon, who will have a sleepover with you, will maintain innocence as you fall asleep. However, unbeknownst to you, he will rummage through your drawers, finding your lace bra and panty sets. He'll discreetly pocket a pair or two before leaving your room. The next morning, he'll send Julius to fetch you, claiming it's for an urgent royal matter. Once in the office, he'll insist you lock the door, citing the need for privacy. Shouldn't you trust your big brother? He'll then approach you, cornering you between himself and the door, producing your undergarments. He'll express disappointment and indicate that punishment is in order, deeming it inappropriate for you to possess such items. After all, your husband wouldn't approve. Thus, he takes it upon himself to administer discipline for your possession of these garments.

Yves will offer to assist you with your makeup, ensuring your lipstick and eye makeup are flawless as you both stroll around town. However, you can't help but notice the lingering stares from men, eyeing you like a naive prey they can devour. Yves, too, observes the way they gaze at your lips as you politely wave and smile, oblivious to their predatory intentions. His frustration mounts until you return to the palace, where his anger radiates palpably. He guides you to your knees, gripping your hair as you take his cock in your mouth, all the while venting about the men in town. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks, and your makeup smudges from the intensity, tears threatening to escape your eyes. you, should be grateful it’s him. Knowing if you get those stares while married your future husband might not be as nice as your big brother,

Licht and Nokto will sandwich you between them during the carriage ride home from Jade after attending a meeting. They'll boldly slide their hands up your skirt or pull down your top to fondle your breasts, teasingly nipping at your neck as they exchange remarks. Pushing your panties aside, they'll explore you intimately, their fingers delving into your depths, all the while bantering with each other. Amidst your moans of pleasure, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of carnal delight, surrendering to the sensations and the allure of their touch. They have to make sure you can take the touch of more than one man in case your husband wants to share you around

Luke simply aims to be a supportive baby brother. In the garden, he attentively tends to your desires while the tea and treats remain untouched. With your hands gripping his hair, his chin adorned with your juices, he devours you fervently, akin to a hungry bear awakening mid-hibernation. He fervently swears that you taste superior to any honey he's ever sampled. His only hope is that your husband shares his appreciation for your juices like he does.

This was very much rushed but I swear to god I’ll have nightmares about how badly I wrote this

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cherryxblossxms · 4 months ago

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It is time to ask the people.....

Feel free to reblog and share your opinions ;p

And yes technically Rio is part of the foreign princes edition, and he will be, but we engage with him in the story most heavily in Rhodolite first and foremost, and he's good competition for the Rhodolitian princes lol

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eventinelysplayground · 5 months ago

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Trading Spaces.

Kinktober Day 5: Pussy/Cock Drunk|Double Penetration.

Pairing: Chevalier x Female Reader.

Hope you all have been enjoying everybody's fics so far! I know there are several I've read that I love and plan to reblog in the future. This fic was fun but also a pain to write as I kept starting it then deleting everything because I didn't like the idea behind it. I got this idea very late one night/early one morning and I ran with it. I hope I fulfilled the prompt well enough and that you all enjoy. You and Chevalier finally get to be intimate for the first time in weeks and your thoughts are consumed by him. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1200.

It had been almost two months since you were last in Chevalier's arms. It had started out as just your regular monthly break but in the middle of it reports were received that there was suspicious movement at the border so he left to deal with it, then a winter storm had blocked the roads delaying him from returning home as planned and when he did return he found you ill with a nasty cold caused by the same storm.

Now that you were finally deemed recovered enough by both the palace physicians and Chevalier himself you had been looking forward to tonight. Dinner seemed to last forever and was it just you or were the hallways longer now? Chevalier of course was as composed as ever and you started to feel embarrassed by how needy you were, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. You heard Chevalier chuckle softly beside you, he was most definitely reading your mind again and that thought only made you blush more. He reached out grabbing your wrist and led you to the next door he saw.

“What are we doing here?”

Chevalier did not reply; he simply opened the door and ushered you in before shutting and locking it behind you.

“Chevalier, why are we in Jin's room?”

“I will not let anyone else see that expression on your face, number one's room just happened to be the closest to us.”

His arms slid around your waist at the same time his lips landed on your neck. He kissed his way up to your ear and nipped at it and your knees buckled as you let out a shaky breath.

Chevalier's skilled fingers made quick work of your clothes, tossing them haphazardly on the floor as his mouth explored your newly exposed skin. You tried to keep up with him but you were quickly losing the ability to think straight and you'd only managed to just get his shirt undone when he was lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the bed.He laid you down on the cool silk sheets then began undoing his belt. You went to push yourself up onto your hands but found them slipping under you and you found yourself questioning Jin's wisdom in using these sheets given his…hobby.

“I have a few theories but I am sure number one would tell you his reasoning if you asked him.”

Chevalier's tone was even but there was a smirk on his face as he joined you on the bed.

“No, I’m okay with not knowing.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around Chevalier's neck and your lips met his in a passionate yet faintly clumsy kiss. He nipped at your lips and you parted them letting his tongue make its way inside. As your tongues teased each other one his hands began to make its way along the curves of your body spreading heat in its wake.

You loved the way he ran his hands along your body letting them explore your sensitive spots as they stoked your desire for him. Your lips parted but you whined and pulled him back to you not quite ready to let them go yet. He responded by kissing you harder, claiming every inch of your mouth as his and you moaned.

When he pulled away again you let him go and soon his mouth was traveling a path downwards biting and licking as they went. Every time he bit your skin it was like a spark and you found yourself moaning and writhing beneath him. You normally loved the way he teased you but right now all you wanted was his heat inside you and each time he touched you somewhere other than your throbbing core you growled internally. Finally his mouth had reached one of your nipples and you arched under him letting out a soft cry as he sucked on it. He continued to tease you making sure his hands and lips stayed just above where you craved them and your frustration and desperation to feel his cock inside you grew with each caress.

“Chevalier!”

Your voice was desperate and angry as he kissed around your aching bud. He looked up at you and smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted and you knew he wanted you to say it. Normally you'd be embarrassed but right now you didn't care, him thrusting his cock inside you and filling you up was all you cared or thought about.

“Don't make me wait any longer, I want you inside me so bad it hurts.”

Chevalier looked momentarily surprised by your declaration and he didn't respond. Truthfully it had begun to feel like it was hurting. The amount of sensation you were getting everywhere but there was just making the throbbing worse and you were soaking wet.

You watched as he sat up studying you briefly before a devilish smile crept across his face. He grabbed onto your legs and pulled you towards him, your body easily and quickly sliding along the silk sheets. He grasped your hands and pulled you into his lap and kissed you as he slid himself easily into your core. This is what you had craved, being enveloped in his arms, his scent of roses swirling around you. The feeling of his long hard cock filling every inch of you and the way it hit not only the deepest parts of you but the way it felt on your clit as you slid up and down him. Chevalier's arms held you tight as you exchanged kisses, each one seeming to make you ride him faster.

Your head was pounding and you couldn't think about anything other than the pleasure. He pulled you closer to him leaving no space between the two of you and he kissed you roughly. The kiss lasted until you were almost out of breath and you painted when you drew away. One of his hands grabbed your breast and you cried out as he nipped at your neck just as your peak hit. Chevalier let out a sigh as you slowed down, at least that's what you thought.

You had been consumed by your pleasure and didn't hear the door unlocking, or opening, or it hastily being shut but Chevalier did. It's why he had pulled you flush against him kissing you and why he sighed because he knew he was in for a ridiculous conversation tomorrow.

After the door quickly shut Jin relocked it with a smirk on his face.

“Jin? I thought we were going to continue things in your room.”

The woman looked up at Jin with lust filled eyes as she tugged on his waistcoat.

“Ya just I forgot how much of a mess it was, clothes all over the place and my sheets need to be changed.”

The woman was pouting but Jin smoothly slipped an arm around her shoulder and began to lead her down the hallway.

“Don't worry, let me take you to a secret private library very few people ever get to see. It's only got two chairs but there's also a few soft pillows and plush blankets just for this sort of occasion…”

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Special Tag: @aquagirl1978 because it has her man in it.

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