#ikeprince smut

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, rut, PIV, oral, handjobs and nipple sucking, Rio wants to breed

Bunny!Rio whose rut starts at the beginning of the month.  Despite his aching cock, and heavy sack, he's ready to give you some sloppy head in the morning and pretend that he’s still completely fine. He doesn't want anything in return! 

He's so whipped for you, he's going to kiss your feet and worship the ground that you walk on. You so kindly let him suck on your pretty clit, so it's the least he can do for you! 

His brain short circuits when you pull him towards you, and tell him to fuck you. He's not sure he heard you right, so he asks you to repeat yourself. When you pin him down on the bed and rip his shirt open, his pupils dilate and his self control snaps. 

He grabs onto your hips and grinds his aching cock up against you, allowing you to unbuckle his belt. 

You let him fuck you until he loses count of how many times he's ejaculated. After he cums in you again, he topples over on the bed. His cock is still hard and leaking cum, and his fluffy tail twitches from time to time. He lies there, tired, but still horny and turned on. He wants to fill you with more of his cum! He can see his cum ooze out of your pretty pussy and drip down your pretty thighs, but he wants more! He needs to breed you, to make sure that you're pregnant. 

The two of you can have plenty of cute little bunnies! And he'll stay at home to raise them all, like the good little house bunny that he is. 

“One more…” he pants, pushing himself up on his elbows, “One more time please” he begs, his cheeks flushed in a deep hue of red. He lies back down against your chest, and his hand reaches up to cup your right breast, meanwhile while his mouth latches onto your left nipple. He sucks your breast gently, his tongue rolling your nipple. 

“Does my pretty bunny need to cum again?” You ask him, your hand reaching down to stroke his needy cock. “Please” Rio whines, letting go of your nipple to let out a needy cry. Ge goes back to suckling on your nipple as you jerk him. 

“Is my pretty boy going to cum?” You kiss his forehead, making him melt against you. “Mmmhm” he hums, letting go of your nipple to bite his lip. 

“I'm so close…. Please” His fluffy ears twitch, and his thighs tremble. Your bunny boy was getting closer to cumming again, and he held onto you for dear life. 

“I wanna cum inside you…” he whines, “I need to fill you up…with so much little bunnies” 

Your grip on his cock tightens as he continues to mindlessly ramble, “Please…oh… I need to get you pregnant. We're gonna..” he pants needily, “We're gonna have so many cute baby bunnies”

You'll let him cum in you, right? ;3 

[xxsycamore]

❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ❞

╰┈➤ 💜 Clavis seduces Emma in a bunny suit so she can finally pop his cherry.

Clavis Lelouch x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags:Bunny Suits; Bunny Ears; bunny tail; that one Clavis card; Virginity; Virginity Kink; Making Out; Sloppy Makeouts; Dom!Emma; sub!Clavis; Femdom; Neck Kissing; Biting; Groping; Premature Ejaculation; Coming Untouched; Coming In Pants • wordcount: 1,495 • masterlist

"Welcome home, Emma. I've been waiting for you."

The wave of shock that washes over Emma's being brings forth an unmistakable familiar and dangerous warmth that traverses from her cheeks straight down to her nethers. It doesn't leave her time to breathe, to think, yet the words still manage their way out.

"Clavis, what are you wearing?"

Hand still on the doorknob, Emma's eyes are cast down low, at the figure kneeling on the floor. Clavis' tall, slender form is clad in a tight suit, squeezing his flesh in all the right places. Clavis lowers his head as if desperate to rub himself all over her legs, showing the joy of a domesticated animal welcoming his owner home, and in the act, a pair of long faux ears brush past Emma's frame. From the position he's taking on the floor, she can see the star of the outfit - an obscene protrusion on his rear, white and fluffy. A bunny tail.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your little bunny in heat. I'm beginning you to finally, finally take me."

Emma's blood runs hot, fingers curling inwards until she can feel her own nails dig into the inside of her palm. It emphasizes their positions on the spot. She has claws, and Clavis is soft, pliant, vulnerable, practically begging. She can do whatever she wishes with him.

His methods of seduction are an incitement to riot, as she barely needs stimulus to desire him. Yet Clavis puts on so much effort for her. He moves his body alluringly in a way he's never done for anyone; he gazes at her in a way he's never gazed at anyone. The littlest things about him are enough, all those things he doesn't even suspect are erotic, so how is she to endure the current situation?

"On the bed, Clavis."

The man on his knees smirks as he obediently bows, turning around to comply with her wish. Emma's eyes follow his rump. Of course they do. He gives her so much to look at.

She'll have to give that tail a little squeeze later.

Emma follows him to the bed and climbs up, signaling for Clavis to come closer. He sits on the place between her legs, leaning slightly backward as he props himself up with a hand, chest puffed out. Ready for her next move.

Emma reaches two greedy hands to grasp his waist, and she pulls him in closer, letting his scent engulf her completely. Has he always had such a perfect waist? It's not tiny enough for her hands to properly enwrap it, but rather just enough to desperately try to tighten her hands enough to fit more.

"Kiss me, Clavis. You know how to do this much, right?"

Way better than a virgin does, she refrains from adding, for the sake of her own composure. They've made out before, but never took the next step. The amount of heated kisses they'd shared had been enough to see Clavis become bold and risqué in his need for more, often kissing her breathless. The bulge in his pants has always been alluring but it's never been quite the time or the place. Partly because Clavis has a penchant for being at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

His lips are now planted against her own, and he already begins with his game. No time for lovey-dovey kisses, even if they're to his liking as well. His tongue slips between Emma's parted lips, making his way in, provoking her. It turns her rasped breaths into moans, and she doesn't mind it even this early on. If she's being vocal, he'll start being vocal too. For the time being, she lets him lead the kiss. It's almost like he shows what he wants to be done to him in return, she thinks. Although he's a gentleman through and through. His demonstration simply can't be as true to his desires.

He withdraws, and keeps his mouth open, tongue poking out. Emma doesn't wait for the thin thread of saliva between them to break; as long as he took a breath he should be fine for continuing where they left. It's like they never stopped the kiss that way.

She takes it easy on him when she takes the lead, dragging her tongue on his plump lower lip as if asking for entrance. It humiliates him a little, as if they're still not past this stage, as if he needs that - but strangely it's only lust he feels as a response. He answers properly to the gesture, obediently parting his lips to be penetrated, and Emma slips her tongue in.

"Nngn…"

Emma takes notes of all the little things that push Clavis' buttons; like curving her tongue to caress the underside of his tongue, or withdrawing to scare him with a too-early end of the kiss. She wants to learn more and more about how he wants to be kissed, touched, loved.

"Haah… haha.. You can get more handy than that, Emma."

He needn't say more. Emma's hands move from where they've held Clavis' waist, leaving unmistakable warmth behind as their imprints, and they travel up his back. Emma traverses it with hands alone from one side to the other, measuring him up, taking note of the hard places of him just like the soft ones, following the curves of his shoulders, the dips of the junction between them and his neck. It's an endearing gesture, until she cards her fingers through the short purple hair on the back of his head, upwards, taking both of his sleek black bunny ears in her grasp.

He doesn't feel the tug in the way an actual appendix would, of course, but his groan is sincere, and the action successfully makes him tilt his head back to reveal his slender neck.

Emma leaches on it, her glistening lips wetting his neck as she sinks her teeth into the column of his neck. He's so weak to neck kisses, she can practically feel him get hard where they're pressed body to body.

Leaving only one hand on his head, she lets the other one get playful and travel back down. The moment she's past the leather of his belt, Clavis' body rocks forward, and his rear lifts off the bed. He's on his knees now, between Emma's parted legs, arms snaking around her shoulders for support as she keeps kissing and nibbling at his neck.

With his behind now in full reach, Emma gets bolder, squeezing and groping his rump, the back of his thighs, and finally his fluffy white tail. It makes a little wicked smile bloom on her face. She lacks all of those adorable assets, yet Clavis sees her as his little bunny. She understands now, both the endearment and the lust behind it. Though it's a little scary that they've both become like that - with carnivores and prey it's quite linear. They devour until they're sated. With rabbits, well, Emma knows what people say about rabbits.

Clavis moans now, open and vulgar, and each vocalization of his arousal makes his Adam's apple move where Emma can feel it under her lips. It makes her see hot-white behind her eyelids that fell closed amidst it all. She wants to be locked in that tango forever; to see how Clavis gets worse and worse, until they finally cross that line, to take and take from each other until there's nothing they haven't done to the other.

"Ahh-- Nghh!" Clavis' head trashes, and it makes Emma's sucking at his skin a little difficult as her lips begin to miss their target. She makes him stay in place again, nails biting on the fabric of his suit, pressing him closer to her. His moans become hopeless now, and she feels proud of herself, just a tad curious which part made him like this. Clavis riots in his flesh restraints again, though he can easily remove himself from her grasp with his strength alone. She lets him have his breath, letting go and catching a glimpse of his face that she began to miss.

He's a mess, cheeks flushed red, hair disheveled, and faux ears askew and flopping to the side. Although he pants heavily, he finds it in himself to smirk. It's a rather mischievous one; not the kind to signal achievement of his goal but rather that he's done something forbidden.

"Nnnh…You handled your bunny a little too rough and he creamed his pants."

Eyes widening, Emma feels a fresh wave of arousal wash over her as the words sink in. She's stunned, a little guilty, a little curious… but as her gaze shamelessly shifts to his trousers to see a little wet spot on the front of his still-tented crouch, she's sure she's never seen anything more erotic in her life. She wets her lips to speak up.

"Looks like my little bunny in heat will stay a virgin for a little longer."

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[janumun]

Obsidian Retribution (IkePri Gilbert von Obsidian - NSFW)

Rated: NSFW/18+ 🌶️ Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian/Reader Words: ~4k

Tags: developing/denial of feelings, church desecration/sex, vaginal fingering, minor violence, spoilers for Gilbert’s route (chapter 9), re-telling of canon events, angst 

Summary: What happens when you throw yourself into harm’s way in a bid to protect Gilbert at one of Clavis’ covert anti-monarchy meetings? Unconsciously stirring out the whetted fangs of the Conqueror Beast. 

And you witness, once more, just how scathingly cruel his desire for monopoly over your body truly is.

A/N: I’m currently in the midst of Gilbert’s route but he’s been such a flowing inspiration and need that I had to write this indulgent piece for him, for myself and the five other Gil fans out there who would cry with me LOL.  

Characterization might not be accurate to end route Gil, as I’m at the beginning of his route still, so this is written with my understanding of an early Gilbert. ILOVETHISMANSOMUCH. 

The lethal sweep of the blade engulfs your vision entirely, the noble’s hand poised right above his shoulder — a strike you know you cannot avoid. Your life, as if you view it through the distant barrier of a panorama, right before it’s extinguished.  

The sole knowledge that you do not regret your actions one bit, your one solace, eyes drifting shut, that one moment of death stretching slow and long.  

A glacial whisper, of knelling death curls into your ears, “I do not recall allowing you permission to die by another’s hand,” His only pre-emptive warning, just before Gilbert grips a harsh hand about your neck and hurls you backwards— 

“Belle!” Into Luke’s body as he catches you against himself right before you careen straight into the ground. 

A whimpered groan breaks into the air right after; your whirling head, catching its bearings just enough to catch sight of Gilbert standing above the writhing figure of your would-be assailant, bunched at the ground. The sharp end of the perpetrator’s blade — now within Gilbert’s hand — he brings up in a vicious arc, surely in murderous intent. 

“Prince Gilbert, don’t!” Your voice breaks in terror into the air, before the knife is able to find home within its pitiful target.  

His hand, fortunately, halts just before it slits through the noble’s carotid, the latter long having fainted in mind-numbing fear, unable to bear the single-focused brutality of the conqueror beast.  

Gilbert raises his face as if operated via a puppeteer's strings, cut before it could fulfil its performance. Garnet gaze, sweeping slow, before it finds its next victim, within you. Your breath frosts within your lungs, incapable of function, the vicious weight of his terrifying visage subjecting you to his splintering displeasure, despite the cruel smile that remains even now, firm in place. “What is it, little rabbit? Are you begging me to kill you instead?”  

“Prince Gilbert!” You hear Luke entreat, as if from afar.  

A volatile shiver cascades down your spine at the look he’s giving you, thinly veiled revulsion and rage within that sole scarlet eye.  

Gilbert takes a step toward you; your breaths coming in short, staccato bursts and yet you’re unable to turn away from the hungering violence within that gaze. Scurrying thoughts unable to comprehend why exactly he seemed so incensed at you.  

“Come now, out with it. I know you wish to say something to me.” Gilbert offers you an encouraging smile, even as the murderous intent radiating from him with each step he takes forward, threatens to smother you entirely.  

You know what he wishes to hear in that moment, of no mind to hear your own thoughts on the matter. An apology, for your actions, reckless, they may have been, but you do not hold an ounce of regret for trying to protect the man that continues to disconcert your heart; sink his dark trellises deeper into your soul. 

“Prince Gilbert, I—”  

The stifling pressure in the room, cut through only upon Clavis’ interruption, just as he steps into the room to offer a jaunty congratulations to Gilbert for providing an entertaining show.  

The weight of his gaze flees entirely from you, your body — you did not realize you’d held steadfast by sheer force of will — collapses back against Luke’s comforting presence, just as he hauls you up and into his arms, to carry you back. 

“Aren’t you a lucky one?” Gilbert’s cheery voice drifts, discomfiting against your retreating back. 

“Prince Gilb—” 

 “Take care you don’t let me catch sight of you again, or I might just kill you.” Your heart thrums in confounding pain at his words, the clear line he carves in between the two of you in that moment.  

Your mouth unable to form sufficient words to try and catch his attention just as Gilbert turns away from you entirely, the soft flitter of his cape as he does, the last sight you capture of him, as Luke carries you away from the scene. 

 

The longcase clock at the end of hallway has long struck midnight. You continue to pace, restless, about the corridor. Eyes cemented upon the window, affording you a clear view of the castle gates as you stake your agitated wait for Gilbert’s return.  

Luke and you had returned a few hours back, to the castle in a private carriage. You’d run into Rio as soon as you’d alighted, almost immediately after, being carted in between the two men as they’d fussed you straight into the infirmary. The good part of the hour after, spent in making sure you were truly unhurt save for the minor scrap at your arms.  

It was only multiple reassurances later and holding Rio back from charging deep into the night after Gilbert, did you escape from the fretful affections of your friends and out, to await Gilbert’s return.  

His expression returns to your mind’s eye in vivid detail; the way that cold, scarlet gaze had zoned in on you, the shuttered intensity of violent rage underneath. It was as if you’d been looking upon a stranger.  

Now that you’d had a few quiet moments to compose yourself away from the fright of your earlier situation, bone-deep remorse was beginning to settle within, at having displeased Gilbert the way you did. A forced companionship he may have forged in between you two, but the startling glimpses of his kindness that lurked beneath the serrated edge of his cool blades, had your heart shred asunder between fear, rationale and genuine care. You couldn’t deny it, not after tonight. You had, perhaps, grown to care for Prince Gilbert, far more than was ever appropriate. 

The soft whinnying of horses disturbing the quiet of the night outside drags you out of your reverie just in time to catch sight of Gilbert’s figure descending the carriage.  

You begin your rush towards the main entrance, but instead of making his way into the castle, Gilbert’s steps veered off towards a path leading to what seemed to be, the back of the castle.  

You fly down the winding staircase and into the foyer, heart battering against your chest. Pulling open the great doors to the entrance before you dart after his retreating figure that is a mere speck in the distance, now.  

You do not want to lose sight of him. You must see Gilbert tonight and make him listen to what you have to say. Despite your fears, you do not wish to abandon Gilbert with the notion that you did not care. Even beneath the carving of a beast, he was just a human too. A man who’d come so close to bordering a rapidly diminishing line in between friend and foe.  

Up ahead, Gilbert ducks past belting cobblestone, headed in the direction of what seems to be the structure of an old church. You frown, thoughts wrought with questions you know you’d get no easy answers for.  

The tapering sweep of his cape disappears just past the great, carved wooden doors of the church, and you too follow, on tentative, urgent steps, slipping through the entrance and into the church.  

It sits empty, save for the dark figure of the man standing motionless, close to the pulpit.  

“I didn’t think you were foolish enough to come chasing after me even after I warned you not to.” Gilbert’s voice drifts eerie in its calm, down the long hallway, even as you trudge closer on careful steps. “Tell me, is it that pure kindness of yours which feels for every living being, or an empty head that has dragged you this far into the beast’s den?”  

Gilbert’s words are scathing, deliberately cruel, meant to burn. You have not heard him utilize that tone of voice with you in so long. 

“Well then,” he prods; voice, sweet poison. “Are you going to answer me or shall I make you answer me?” 

You drift further into the church on uneasy steps, the great doors behind sway shut behind you in a creak of finality, as if knelling of an ill-fated decision. Against all wise sense, however — your heart insists you do — you tread towards the man who stands waiting, at the end of the long, carpeted hallway.

A poised form; his head at an easy cant, a crinkled garnet eye fixated upon your foolish movements — you do not miss the incessant, muted tap of gloved digits across the flared bulb of his cane, an uncharacteristic agitation to his visage, you’re not used to witnessing on Gilbert. He stands, all obsidian, against the backdrop of watered twilight that filters in shafts past great, ornate windows on either sides of the quiet hallway — as though he is a devil awaiting the willing scurry of a sacrifice right into its willing maw.  

You grit your teeth against the frightening intimidation he’s settled deep into your bones, a festering cloak he’s had thrown over in between you, warning you to stop prying deeper into his affairs. “I want to speak to you, Prince Gilbert.”  

“Oh? What if I do not wish to listen, little rabbit?”  

“Then, I insist you hear me out.” The cutting streak of his blade is so swift, you only but feel the soft stir of your hair about your face before your breath frosts within your windpipe at the deadly edge of the sword he holds against the careful swallow of your throat.  

“You really do wish to die by my hand tonight. What an utterly insipid way to cut my fun short, Belle.” 

You force yourself to hold your ground, even as the first tremors of fear crumple across your limbs. “I don’t want you to kill me.” Compelling courage to rise in the face of his raw vitriolic anger, you wish to parse the reason for his distress. “I only want to know why you are so angry with me.”  

A serrated smile tugs across his mouth. “Do you ask because you really do not know?” 

“I don’t. And I don’t think I did anything to warrant your unjust ire either.” 

“Unjust...” he murmurs. “You would’ve realized it if you took but a single moment to think.” 

Your mind takes his words and works about them in a million different ways. “I realize my actions were reckless...” 

“That is a good start.” the sardonic amusement of his voice does not reach his eyes.  

“But I do not regret my actions, Prince Gilbert. I...” you swallow around words that are sudden lead within your throat. “I do not think I could bear to see you get hurt.”  

The admission uttered on soft, firm words; stews dense within the space in between you both. Gilbert's lone scarlet gaze, watches you, motionless as the terse silence stretches taut into several excruciating moments.  

Before he gathers his blade back into its secreted scabbard once more, beneath the cloak at his waist — your breath escaping you on a rush of relieved air, you did not even know how tensed you’d held your body, until its released from the grip of Gilbert’s dread, with the withdrawal of his blade. The Obsidianite prince turns on his heel, the flourish of his great, dark cape behind, as he moves to seat himself in the first pew. He does not look back at you as he instructs, “Come.”  

And you follow, without a word of complaint uttered; know that you tread in dangerous waters. A single, wrong move, and you’d miss your window of opportunity with Gilbert entirely. His emotions would be shuttered off to you, once and for all, were you to lose your nerve now and flee from him. Despite how part of your heart still tremored within his presence, how you still couldn’t help doubt each single edge of his kindness so deeply steeped within his malice; hope still sprouted within you regardless. Willing to gamble upon the Gilbert you often times caught glimpse of; one who’s consideration did not come attached with its poisonous strings.  

You shift on anxious steps once you’re in front of him, Gilbert’s gaze, mildly muted of its ire when he fixes it upon you. “Your impulsive actions could’ve cost you dearly tonight.” He begins.  

“Impulsive, yes... but even if I had stopped to think, Prince Gilbert, I couldn’t—” 

“You couldn’t afford to see me hurt, yes, I heard that silly part the first time you spoke it, little rabbit.” he reiterates.  

You clam up on yourself. 

“You could’ve died. Did you stop to think how much the mere thought of your demise irked me?” He angles the head of his cane, to tap against your hip, gesturing you closer.  

And just as you steal close within arm’s length, Gilbert’s gloved digits are curving about your arm in a vice, hauling you down to topple onto his lap. His murmur’s a warm caress against the shell of your ear. “I would’ve hated it if you’d died.”  

Your mind careens into a rash halt of all thoughts, blanking entirely at the quiet certitude of those words. 

“...What?”  

“Foolish, isn’t it?” His smile is wide, undisturbed across his face. Just as transient as the surface of a pond, subject to be disturbed by the slightest of ripples. “Even when I despise you so, Belle, I cannot let you go.” 

“Prince Gilbert...” 

Your mind cannot parse the meaning of his words. If this were earlier on in your relationship, you’d have understood him to mean he did not wish for his prey to be ‘impaired’ by another. Gilbert had told you so, on several occasions and in no less than explicit terms.  

However, now as you look upon Gilbert; emotions naked, unlike you’ve ever seen before. Jagged enough they could cut you through if you dared try wade in deeper. Into the insinuation barely concealed behind that sole garnet gaze.  

The arch of his cane steers a slow caress over the shirt at your chest, before it dents into a stop right above your heart. Gilbert presses in, insisting the polished head against the give of your left breast — your heart seeming to catch at the hook of it with how it seizes at the motion. “This right here could’ve stopped,” he mulls, almost clinically. The insouciant inflection of his voice disarming at the last careful barriers and inhibitions, thrown up in protection of your heart. “I am human too, you know, mere flesh and bone. I cannot be there to protect you each time that heart of yours decides it wishes to do good to all, regardless of their status as man or beast.”  

“Prince Gil—” Your voice fractures into a pained gasp, just as he seizes the fingers you reach out for him, sinking a sharp bite around a vulnerable digit. You clench back further signs of weakness with the slow, aching sweep of his tongue against your captured fingers; the teeth that worry at tender skin, pinching another warning at your approach. And reach out, again, with your other palm. Succeeding in curving your fingers about his cool cheek in a tentative touch up the line of it. Thumbing gentle right beneath the cusp of a surprised gaze, singular scarlet disarmed by the tender action. Before it crinkles in mild resignation, half rebuke, “You truly are a fool.”  

Gilbert tucks his face against your cradling palm, further allowing you slack, to temper at the beast that has — for the moment — lowered its great head to you. That is all the victory you need from him at the moment, for him to pay heed to you for the words you wish to communicate. “I’m sorry.”  

The apology rings piercing in the quiet space, Gilbert’s gaze unrelenting in the long stretch of time that seems to trudge slow in between you both, the longer he lets those two words stew.  

Pink tongue darting out a nervous path to slick moisture at long dry lips, “I’m sorry for not thinking my actions through and for not treasuring myself more in the moment. I realize that upset you greatly and I apologize for that, Prince Gilbert.”  

He remains silent throughout your confession uttered, red gaze, and a gloved hand, tracing a deliberate path across your chest, right above your heart. You know he can feel the moment it thrums faster, beneath his welcome touch — why, why do you not hate Gilbert touching you? — gliding its exploration across the space. “Will you promise not to do what you have today, again?”  

The thought of uttering a cosy lie, flitters through your mind for a split moment of relapsed judgement. Before fizzling in on itself; you know well how Gilbert despises untruths spoken, no matter how small. Would know, were you to try offer false placations. And so, you opt for the bitter truth — one you too, realize with a jolt of realization, “I... cannot promise you that.”  

His eye rolls up to meet yours, the sharp edge to it, you swallow against, as if he has a phantom blade pressed to your throat once more. “For as much as I deeply regret the trouble I’ve caused you, I know I’d hate it even more were something to happen to you.” 

“Those are dangerous fantasies to harbour for a prince of your enemy nation.” A muted smile graces his features; a dark gloved thumb he brings to trace at your lower lip, delicately disengaging it from the worrying bite of your teeth. As if he, too, hadn’t confessed so, in less clearer words, not too long before. A dangerous game you two play; you don’t wish to disentangle the throttling wad of your emotions tonight.  

“Well, that’s too bad then, I guess, because those are my true feelings, Prince Gilbert.” You stare back, resolute.  

His smile quivers in mild amusement. “I know.”  

“And I’m willing to do anything to show my sincerity, if it gets you to accept my heartfelt apology.” 

That garnet gaze shutters, taking on a hard edge at your words; the burbling shadows of darkness that catch just beneath that smiling veneer before it vanishes entirely. ��You’re playing a treacherous game here, little rabbit, one that will unfortunately end in futility, no matter how hard you try.” His smile grows wider, until you’re seeing the flash of teeth in it. “Nothing you do or say can ever change the positions you and I stand in. So, tell me once more.” A firm arm curls about your waist, heaving you flush against the cold, clothed expanse of Gilbert’s chest, a stifled gasp leaving you at the motion. “You’re not silly enough to not understand the true implications of your offer, are you?”  

Your next breath quivers out of you. “...I am not.” Your fingers snag awkwardly at the regal collar of his mantle, sinking into the soft fur lining the edges. “I wholeheartedly wish to make amends.” And you pitch your head forwards, the tentative kiss you touch against Gilbert’s cold lips has you shuddering in his embrace. “I can’t promise you what you want but I can convey my honest remor—”  

His hand slinks into the catch of your hair, hauling you back towards him in a kiss of cool desire, mouth moving against yours in a manner, it leaves you flushed and breathless by the time Gilbert parts from you on a wet, sultry sound. A hand he cups about your jaw, thumb denting at your chin in measured strokes. You tip your mouth, catching the edge of his glove in between your teeth to tug, slow. Deliberate. Curving your hands about his, in aid, before you wrest the glove off his hand entirely. Moving to discard it behind, at your feet.  

Gilbert’s bared hand moves to curve about the flare of your hip; a patient squeeze he applies to the flesh beneath. His other hand he extends in silent instruction for you to de-glove before you comply without question. You tremble above him in need, his simmering gaze more than making up for the cold you feel permeating through the thin cloth of your dress. “Go on,” he encourages. “You’re going to work for it, aren’t you?”  

Your breath heaves with the slow rise of your chest, hand stealing past the stiff collar of his cape to settle your fingers at the side of his neck, tracing hesitant pads down the line of it. “You’re so cold.”  

His lashes sweep shut over his eye at your touch, canting his head further into the warmth of your palm; a figure he paints so lovely, you know this empyrean visage is what you’d always envisioned within your mind’s eye when you used to read about kings and princes within your happy fairytales, long before in a time that seems so far into the past now. “You should warm me, then. Show me you’re capable of it.” 

Sinking a vexed bite into your lip — adamant on proving yourself right — you hoist your knee awkwardly onto the narrow seat. Gilbert’s hands immediately flit to curve their supports against your behind and lift, just as your other knee too, settles by his thigh, effectively straddling him. Your breaths stopper momentarily within your throat with the expectant lift of his gaze, palms squeezing softly against your pliant flesh. Your hands fly towards the flow of your dress before you slip the material up against your thighs, deliberately exposing your bare skin to his gaze.  

Gilbert's eye flashes; molten steel bleeding into the gaze, before one of his hands steal past the edge of your still rising dress and in between your legs to glance a searing touch in between your drenched folds, right above your underwear. You gasp at the euphoric sensation, hips lurching against his hand on instinct, trying to capture it deeper into you.  

He indulges you — perhaps he feels particularly merciful in that one moment of whimsy — the pad of his forefinger re-tracing its path in between your folds. Before his thumb tucks aside the edge of your underwear, to slide index and middle in a slow, torturous path across the bare flesh from hood to base. Teasing the cool tips of them just into your entrance. Your body flares in mortified need to feel your wetness gush onto his fingers at that mere testing touch.  

His eye rolls up to meet yours, the smile that lingers at his lips, immensely pleased. “You’re very warm here.” Propelling his fingers, slow, up into your clenching walls. “It’s almost as if you’re running a fever, little rabbit.” You moan against him, with each deliberate thrust, the pads of his digits finding your weakest spot frighteningly quick, to scrape repetitive, at the soft flesh. “Do you think I’d be just as hot were I to settle deep into your place here?”  

Your hips judder against his fingers at those words, grazing the heel of his palm against the neglected bead at your apex, sending fire soaring through your body at that split moment of contact. Your soft, soughing sound of need breaks into the air, body gyrating down against that searing point of contact, in rhythm with the leisured thrust of his fingers into your spasming walls.  

Before Gilbert, cruelly, siphons the heat from you entirely at the cusp of release, fingers pried out of you to drift up against his mouth. He sweeps his tongue against his drenched digits, copious arousal dripping past his wrist to soak into the pristine cloth at his thigh. “Sweet thing,” he hums, just as you flush further underneath his piercing touch.  

And before you can manoeuvre your weak limbs for much else — mind so hazed in its lust addled state, you’re not sure what’s happening — Gilbert’s free hand is stealing about the curve of your spine. Pressing you down against the firm, hard strength of exposed flesh; the smooth head of him bumping about your nub to have you keening into the touch. Spine arching the rest of the way forwards without the coaxing of his hand, so he slips just past your entrance; fingers spasming into his shoulders at the stretch. You rock against that pleasurable almost burn for several, excruciating moments, in and out — surface thrusts — head falling back against your shoulders.  

Gilbert throws his hand about your body, fingers splaying just beneath the wings of your shoulder-blades, hauling your coasting body to hold firm, against his. “Don’t lose yourself now, little rabbit. You have yet to satisfactorily apologize.” Tempting your body down into his lap until he’s propelled, at last, into your drenched walls, a rapid sigh issued from Gilbert’s lips at the sensation.  

Your body quickly warming his into yours — the shape and stretch of him has you nearly faint with desire. “I’m sorry,” you croon on your first roll upon him. “I-I’m so sorry.” Grinding him up into your walls as deeply as you are able, the unyielding strength of him so numbing within your body. Even inside you, connected this intimately, Gilbert von Obsidian must have his own way with you.  

And you’ve let him do so, for so long; at his beck and call, thrown to his tender mercies. And yet, your mind had gone and coddled unfathomable emotions for him within its bosom. He'd gotten past your defences, just as he’d promised; crawling tendrils underneath your skin, into your frenzied beating heart, deep into your mind, until he occupied every thought along with each waking breath of yours. And your tiny victory lay in the knowledge that perhaps, you too had chipped a small chunk past that obsidian armour and carved a shallow wound at his skin, of your name.  

“I’m sorry for angering you, Gilbert.” You weep upon his length, hips driving fast towards a swift approaching release. 

“You are, aren’t you?” He breathes, hands catching at your waist to aid your movements upon him. “I’ll forgive you. And I’ll forgive you for neglecting to speak my proper title too, Belle, since I’m the one who has ruined you.” His smile is almost sweet, pleasant upon his face as he looks up at you — you drink that saccharine poison down almost fervidly. “You’re allowed to be remiss this once, because we are friends.”  

He’s driving, hard, into you — powerful enough the pew beneath you creaks with the propulsions — at an angle that has him brushing hot against your swollen nub in blinding strokes, just at the cusp of release, threatening to overflow. “So, call me Gil instead, when we are alone. I shall permit it, for you. Say it now.” 

Your body breaks, spasming into a release so violent, your entire body shudders above him. “Gil.” You sob out loud, your arms he coaxes about the strength of his shoulders. Fingers you sink into the soft fur of his mantle to ground yourself, just as Gilbert’s warmth follows soon after into your quivering walls. “I-I’m sorry, Gil.” 

A breathless, flushed grin, Gilbert von Obsidian buries against your mouth before he speaks. “Apology accepted, little rabbit.” 

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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



[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

Days like This

Gilbert von Obsidian x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: smut, mdni, Gilbert bites (not that that's a surprise), implied spy (and/or maid)!reader

Autumn Festival 2024

Wordcount: ~900

Desperate shivers followed each touch; his fingers like ice – cold and unforgiving. The gentle brush disconcerting – too gentle. Too kind. You could feel his gaze on you, forcing your throat and heart to constrict painfully. He was too observant.

A gasp could not be suppressed when the tips of his fingers trailed down your collarbone and towards your chest. Your skin was covered in goosebumps. Finally, his soft hum pierced your hazy mind.

“It suits you.” As he said that, he traced the chain of your necklace, only stopping when he reached the Obsidian stone laying between your breasts. Deliberately ignoring how your breath came out shallow, he picked up the pendant to look at it up close. “What an honour this must be for you.”

Although you knew him well enough to pick up on the hidden sarcasm, behind it, you were sure, you could sense a trace of fondness. It took you a lot of strength to meet his gaze. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he said nothing, waiting for your response.

“It is,” you smiled at him. “I treasure every present you give me.”

His chuckle was sardonic, still, you felt his fingers linger, as if trying to feel your heartbeat. There was something flickering in his eyes for but a moment, still you caught it.

Only you knew that he was desperate himself. Only you knew how much he truly longed for a loving touch. How much he didn´t just want to take, but also be given readily. A decision was made in a split second:

“Come here.” He followed your call as if he had waited for it, followed you as you laid back on his bed, rested his head on your chest. He coughed, but neither of you mentioned it. The colder days would be hard on him. Your fingers carded through his hair and ran down his back. His body relaxed under your gentle caresses.

Like this, he did not seem so threatening anymore. He all but sought out your touch, voice cracking in a suppressed whine whenever you seemed to pull away. Then, his lips would find their way to your throat, mouthing at the sensitive skin. Soon, he would start to bite. His hold on you would tighten.

He was a conqueror once more, and you were but a simple retainer. His most prized possession, his most trusted agent.

Ice cold fingers brushed over exposed skin, untying the laces of your dress to render even more of your body utterly his. Teeth followed his fingers everywhere, your skin soon blooming with stinging red marks. He would only be satisfied, when all of you was evidently his.

The mattress dipped under his movement. He heaved himself up, eyes blazing at the sight of you shy – averting your gaze – with your dress partially undone.

“You look lascivious,” he rasped, darkened eyes roaming your writhing figure.

“Gilbert.” You're pleading eyes met his. He sighed, though a little grin played on his lips.

“Oh, come on,” he hummed. Gently, he brushed a stray strand of your hair back, then leaned down to finally capture your lips in a searing kiss. He couldn't help the groan that escaped him at your taste, and he gripped your hips so tight you were sure he would leave even more marks.

Spit connected you when he pulled away. His breath was hot on your face – a stark contrast to his ice-cold touch.

A single heavy look from him was enough for you to pull off your dress completely.

His fingers dipped between your legs, tracing the tip of your clit, then delving deeper and pressing into you. He watched as your back arched and your mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure, glad that you were unable to see the furious blush spreading over his cheeks.

Far too soon he retracted his hand.

You were not giving much reprieve before the blunt tip of his cock tapped heavy on your entrance. Gilbert caught your lips when he sunk into you. Groaning against your mouth. His strokes were steady – slow but deep and resolute – making your body jolt every time he plunged into you.

His arms buckled at times, but you did not comment on it, instead let your hand trail down his body. He rested his chin on your shoulder, face hiding in the curve of your neck as he sped up. Under his rhythmic thrusts you played with your clit, keening from all the stimulation.

Carefully, you turned your head. His breath had become heavy, his groans lower, his pace hungrier. The way his eyebrows drew together in a frown told you all you needed to know. Sharp nails dragged up his shoulders and to his neck until you finally reached his cheeks. Gently, you pulled him up. He continued pounding into you while you held his face gingerly. Your moans grew louder and he leaned down to press one last searing kiss to your lips before finally stuffing you with his cum.

This was the only time he lost control, hips stuttering against you in erratic thrusts. You came when you felt him twitch inside of you. Moments later you were crushed by his weight. You laughed, but played with his hair, pretending not to notice the content smile pressed against your skin.

Cold days should always be spend like this.

[articdelilah]

❤︎The subsequent calm❤︎

Keith Howell x MC(Reader)

CW-Mention of nsfw

It was one of those nights where Emma held Keith close to her chest. She combed her fingers through his ash-grey locks, finding herself fixed on the ceiling with furrowed brows; looking to find an answer to a question she didn’t have. The day has been long and tiring, a seemingly endless storm of events until a sudden wanted peace fell over the palace. The air was still yet filled with intense emotions of the minutes before it. The moments where limbs became tangled, moans laced the room and two bodies became one.

Keith’s strong arms wrapped around Emma’s waist; their breathing steady and in sync. Comforting warmth flooded Emma’s body and her lashes fluttered as she tried to keep herself from succumbing to sleep. She never wanted to let this moment slip away. Keith observed her with a soft admiring gaze, pressing a light kiss to her collarbone with a gentle smile plastered upon his kiss swollen lips. Keith took a hold of her soft hand in his rough one, looking over the engagement ring he had given Emma the day before. The calm was quietly broken when three words were exchanged between the couple…

“I love you my Flower.”

“I love you too my Darling.”

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Hi Doves!! This is your Mother Delilah! I hope you enjoyed this short drabble (I think this is 100 words anyways 😣) I made of Keith!! I might post something similar with Chevie too. Not Proofread since I’m writing this in the middle of the night. Anyways I love you my Doves!! If you like my work, you can always request ₊ ⊹

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"Don't worry. It's just me."

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Yandere!Rio, NONCON, somnophilia, choking, unprotected sex. Fem!MC

Yandere Rio is so twisted that he no longer acts like Rio. He’s lost in the madness of his obsession, and his crazed mind can’t reason or differentiate right from wrong anymore...🩷

....

Rio thinks it's too much. Your endless studying, and undying devotion as Belle. You work far too much, way too hard, and you don't even treat yourself. That's why, as your caring butler he takes it upon himself to take care of you and relieve you of your stress. You wake up with his hand clasped over your mouth and his cock inside of you.

Your worried eyes frantically try to focus on him through the darkness of your room, and you thrash around, trying to scratch and kick your assaulter until you finally hear a familiar voice speak. "Don't worry. It's just me~" Rio says under his breath, And your eyes water with stinging hot tears. You feel dreadfully weak because you realize that it’s him. He, your most trusted person was raping you. That breaks your heart far more than knowing someone else was doing it.

Rio hears your muffled cries and quiet sobs, yet he pretends not to. His hand moves to your neck, and he gives your throat a hard enough squeeze as a warning for you to be quiet. “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth, okay?” He speaks, and your erratic breathing increases as he warns you not to scream. “Don’t scream.” He says sternly, making sure to tighten his grip on your throat to get his words through your head.

He takes his hand off of your mouth, and you let out a whimper as you ask him why.

Why is he doing this?

“Because I love you so much! I want to make love to you and take care of you. You’ve been working so hard.” He says, as his other hand moves toward your hip to hold you.

What happened to your Rio? This one couldn’t be him. He just couldn’t.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to cry.” He tells you. “You know, I’m veeery happy to be with you.” He chuckles at the end, and you feel your stomach twist in disgust.

“I love you so much.” He repeats those words like they're a mantra.

He uses your body as he pleases, eventually tiring you out enough for you to stop resisting. You’re helpless, You can’t get him off of you, and he won’t be letting you go any time soon. His hips slam into yours harder now, making you jerk in surprise. You know he’s close, and he knows you’re tired. “You’re already sleepy?” he asks, and you nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark.

“Just give me a moment… I’m almost done.” He whispers, and you wait tiredly. Wait for him to finish filling you with his cum as if you were some toy. After what feels like forever, He finally does. A fresh stream of tears runs over the dried ones on your cheeks, and Rio snuggles against you, pressing you firmly against his body.

"I love you, Goodnight.” He kisses your shoulder, and you remain quiet.

You lie there, trapped in his arms and unable to get as much as a wink of sleep after what has happened. You feel dirty, sinful, disgusting. You want to take a shower and scrub your skin, hoping you can get him off of you, wash him away and wash off all of the guilt and shame that you feel.

You can’t sleep that night. You can’t get up and clean yourself, You can’t move an arm without his grip on you tightening. He’s not sleeping, and as his hand wraps around your neck to hold you in place, It slowly sinks in to you that you’ll never be able to sleep normally again.

[xxsycamore]

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃

► "Do what you want with them sexy, but just so you know, no chance you can make me come just from that, alright?" "Can I do anything?" "Anything. They're all yours."

Jin Grandet x GN!Reader • rating: E (mdni) • tags: Breast Play; Suspenders; Rough Body Play; Muscles; Body Worship (Boob Woship); Groping; Nipple Licking; Nipple Play; Biting; Kissing; Pet Names; Established Relationship; Massage; Massage Oil; Overstimulation; Coming Untouched • wordcount: 2,404 • masterlist

a/n: This is it. A whole fic dedicated to showing Jin's boobs some love. And making him come by that. Enjoy. And Happy Birthday to Jin <3 (03/05)

"Do what you want with them sexy, but just so you know, no chance you can make me come just from that, alright?"

You eye Jin from head to toe; standing tall in all his big man beauty in that damn tight dress shirt with suspenders hanging for their dear lives clipped to his trousers. The sound of the key turning into the keyhole is listed among your favorite sex sounds, and when Jin does it, accompanied by this playful warning, all you hear is a challenge being posed for you. Biting your lower lip, you beckon him further inside the room.

"Can I do anything?"

"Anything. They're all yours."

You reach out and slide your index finger under the thin strap of his right suspender, pulling back as much as its elasticity allows. Then you release.

"Ow!"

The stretchy material reverts back to its original position, the slapping noise reaching to your ears seemingly before your eyes fixate the movement. But the spectacle ineluctably happens. Jin's tit jiggles from the impact, leaving you to imagine if it's only the slap that is at fault, or he flexed his chest muscles in response. You reach out for his left suspender this time, pulling it back just like the other.

"Starting off aggressively, aren't we?"

You look at his strawberry gaze just for a second, and it's almost begging you to be gentle with him, like a maiden's on her wedding night. But you know your lover better than that.

"You don't love it?"

"…I do—Ow-ow-ow!"

You don't wait until the words make it wholly out of his mouth until you punish him for asking for it so openly. This time the strike forces his remaining oxygen out of his lungs, making him inhale sharply once the damage is dealt. You observe the way his chest rises with the air intake, inflating like a balloon. The lower part of his suspenders withdraws from his taut stomach because of the curve that his tits make. Like two large mountains rising from the ground after a sizable tectonic collision. You want to be the cataclysm that rocks the ample mass of Jin's body.

It's not that fun when Jin knows what to expect… but after the third and fourth time, you start to notice even more cute things about him. The way he awkwardly balls his hands into fists and relaxes them, the expressions adorning his face… your head is all busy with the image of his man boobs released from the confines of not only the suspenders but the shirt too. Was the impact rough enough to leave marks? Is his skin flushed red on two glorious red stripes? There is no reason why you should hold back from finding out the answer.

"Ahh I thought you were going to slap them against my chest again…we're getting naked already?"

"YOU'RE getting naked."

Letting the thin straps fall to his sides instead of unclipping them, you start undoing the buttons on Jin's shirt. You nearly send them flying to all corners of the room, but the quality of the shirt handles your impatience somehow, saving Jin the shame of having to exit your room afterwards with torn apart shirt… though if you know him, he'd wear it like a trophy.

"Hey Jin…"

"Mm?"

You step back, admiring him in his full nude beauty from the waist up. He smiles at you in a typical "like what you see?" way, something that he's surely mastered…but maybe when it comes to some other part of his body. Sadly, your harsh treatment earlier didn't leave its mark on his skin. But you don't waste time moping about it.

"Do you think you can…make them juggle for me? Like, by flexing and relaxing your chest muscles? Pretty please?"

You observe the way his expression changes from smug to perplexed, but you truly have no evil back thoughts this time. You genuinely want him to do this for you.

"Uhh. Sure. Let me try."

Jin settles his hands on his hips, concentrating his strength on the task. He gets the hang of it quickly, the self-satisfactory smile returning to his lips.

Hypnotized, you watch as his pectoral muscles perform their lustful dance. Up and down, up and down, like two pendulums set at different frequencies. He finishes it off by raising his hands over his head, making different groups of muscles protrude before your thirsty gaze. He flexes his biceps as well, just for you.

"Can I touch?"

"Of course. That's why we're here."

You nod, reaching out to caress his bicep… but of course that's not your final destination. Just to make him happy you squeeze a little on his well-trained arm, but in the next second you're already trailing your fingers to his beautiful pecs.

"Mm.. So hard."

"Yeah? You like them?'

"I do." You answer in full honesty, fingernails scraping lightly across the broad terrain. "Relax them for me… I want to try squishing them too."

"As you wish, hot stuff."

Scoffing at the petname, you're already marveling at the difference. You can't decide if you like them more this way. You take handfuls of your boyfriend's tits, not hesitating for a second as you shove your face in the valley in the middle.

"Hah…" Jin is genuinely entertained by your enthusiasm, standing still and letting you have your fun. Initially, you're just letting your plush lips linger across his flesh, but you can't keep them at bay for too long - they're too eager to love him. Kisses rain across Jin's chest, tiny and tickling at first, as evident by your lover's quiet chuckles. Then you start being not so nice…

"Ouch. Teeth already?"

He surely didn't expect the attack on his nipple to come so fast, but you just wanted to tease him a little by pulling it with your teeth. You kiss it better, silently apologizing, as you move on to the other side, licking a stripe across his pec. Your tongue just so happens to arrive at the edge of his nub… and you suckle it a little, playfully as ever. You throw Jin a gaze that is full of question - is he comfortable with this, how much would he let you do? And the reply you get, communicated through gazing all the same, is making you smirk against his chest. He looks quite flushed, but also, quite aroused. Eyes half-lidded and darkened by lust, lips parting to allow more fuel for his well-at-work lungs… yes - now you notice - his heart really did skip a beat. You're quite close to it to hear, after all.

You hold one breast in your hand, big enough to fill your whole palm - and you put your lips around his nipple, grazing it with your teeth. You tease him a little before directly sucking on it, but it's rewarded by a moan.

Alternating between breasts, you toy like that for him for a bit. It's only when he stops minding the volume of his groans that you let go, cupping his face in your hands to give him a nice surprise kiss. He melts into it, eagerly giving you permission to kiss him breathless, but you're modest unlike how you french-kissed his boobs just now. Just because you need him in his right mind for a little longer.

"I'll need you to sit down for this next one."

Jin whistles, seemingly back to his normal self.

"I'm not that sensitive of a guy, you know."

You sigh and palm the tent in his pants, as if to remind him that you're not blind to the reality of how big of an effect all of this has been having on him. He's not particularly shy about his obvious erection, but refuses to address it either way.

"I know, I know. But please sit down for me, you haven't seen what I'm talking about yet. Handsome."

Jin smirks at how you called him, already obeying. He casually plops down on the armchair nearby, long legs stretched out and spread, as if making room for you. True, you'll take his kind offer and nestle yourself right inbetween. Just after you retrieve an item that you were looking forward to introducing into this lovely adults' play.

"What is this?"

"Rose oil. Haven't you seen these vials before?"

Jin snorts, feeling it useless to state the obvious. "What's that for?"

"For them." You pop off the lid, nodding at the direction of his chest. Before Jin can sigh, or laugh, or give you a look of disbelief, you tip-toe your way behind the armchair, missing his reaction.

"The idea has actually crossed my mind before."

"For your breasts?"

"No, silly." Jin breathes out, gazing forward and not making much effort to turn and meet your gaze when it's only going to get in your way. He patiently waits for you to apply the rose-scented oily liquid on his skin, preparing himself for the initial tingle of coldness. But you're more thoughtful than that. Collecting some in the palm of your hand, you discard the vial and rub your other palm against it, letting it soak around evenly. The rubbing of your hands creates warmth that you're eager to share with Jin. So that’s what you do.

"Oh, that's actually very pleasant."

"Mmhm."

Resting his head against the backrest, Jin allows his eyelids to fall closed, enjoying the way the sensation grows tenfold when he goes. It's easy to slip in a trance cast by your warm, skillful hands as they traverse across his toned chest. It's your voice that makes him snap out of it.

"Jin. Open your pants for me."

Puzzled, Jin blinks into consciousness, hands a little clumsy as they hurry to comply with your soft order. He's always ready to show himself in his full wanton, no hesitation about the way his cocks springs free in all its glory, diamond hard and happy to see you. Neglecting it makes you almost sad, but you choose the bigger entertainment while the power is still in your hands.

Jin hisses when the edge of your fingernail gets caught on his nipple. He's visibly surprised by the added sensitivity, the twitch of his cock giving him away.

"What was that? You like it?"

"Mm? Well. It feels good actually."

"Uh-huh…" You nod even though he can't see you, giving him more of the sensation. You trail a path with your finger, right across his areola, lightly brushing against his hardened nub. The rising and falling of his chest nearly comes in the way of your teasing, but you're concentrated. When your finger returns in the opposite direction, it runs directly over his nipple.

"Ohh…"

Jin's moans are music to your ears. With a wide smile, you breathe in and continue to toy with him. Adding the ministrations of your other hand to the mix, you start getting bolder, directly stimulating his nipples. It's slow and delicate at first. Then you circle around them, progressively adding more pressure to the point of pleasure.

"Hn- hey, I think we should-"

"Shh. Jin. Relax."

Groaning and chuckling nervously, Jin fixes the position of his legs, clearly bubbling with built-up arousal. His cock is painfully hard and leaking on his abdomen, the pearly drops already having pooled on it and connected with his shaft by a thin string of precome.

It feels too good to tell you to stop now, Jin knows this and you do him a favor by not letting him cut this short. This is the most important part now. You concentrate, wetting your lips that have dried by your own heavy breaths, without you noticing… you want to savour this moment to the fullest.

It's almost like you're hugging him in that position, you think. He's reclining so comfortably, and even though you've been leaning over him for a while now, you feel like you can spend an eternity keeping that position. He's nice and relaxed, though his long legs twitch lightly as if he's worked up. You know it's going to get even worse (better) from now on, as you tease his nipples again. But it's not the usual teasing now. Your index fingers curl ever so slightly under his nipples, and your thumbs come to rest on the upper side. You pinch, and twist. Lightly.

"Oh!"

Jin exclaims and it grows into a moan, his massive body lifting slightly from the chair. You don't want to give him time for rest now, or you'll risk the shock getting out of his system. You roll his nipples between your fingers, following the movement of his broad chest as he pulses, twists, and jerks.

"I'm-"

Before Jin can mutter a coherent warning, the overwhelming pleasure of you giving direct and continuous stimulation to his nipples, sensitivity heightened by the massaging oil, shoots through his veins all the way down to his cock. It feels too good - to not be denied of your touch until he can overindulge in it - and the coil in his belly snaps, much to his own surprise, leaving him to gasp and moan as he feels himself coming. Untouched.

The spurts leaving his cock are not as plentiful as when hours are spent coaxing them out, but they're vigorous enough to reach up to his torso. And even a little further than that.

You smile at the dirty display, trying to burn the sight into your memory. This and, the fact that you successfully proved him wrong about what he said in the beginning. Oh Jin.

"Well that was… that was something."

"It was, wasn't it?" You giggle close to his ear, mocking him for trying to sound cool as if he didn't just come from having his tits played with… You bite his ear playfully, using the chance of him being too stunned to act upon your tease.

Jin is not yet fully recovered from the mind-blowing climax he had when he finds your pretty face sandwiched inbetween his boobs. You're not here to play this time, you simply clean him off the semen that sticks to his skin. Once you show off your tongue, white with his come, he curses and pulls you in until you're practically on top of him, losing your balance but landing safely in his embrace.

"Hey Jin? That was very hot. I think I get your love for boobs now."

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Clavis, you have just moved up the list to next after Gilbert.

Play with me [Clavis Lelouch x Reader][Smut]

Characters ↬ Clavis Lelouch x Reader 

Rating ↬ Explicit [Smut – mdni]

Tags ↬ Smut, just pure Smut 

Warning ↬ Thigh-riding, Fingering   

A/N ↬ In celebration of Clavis’ English Route release, here’s some straight filth for ya’ll.  

Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games. 

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The tips of your fingers flittered across the aged parchment as you continued reading, utterly captivated by the book lying before you. A small gasp escaped from your lips as the heroine of the story narrowly avoided death at the very last moment, managing to swing herself up from the jagged cliff with the help of the wild male lead. That’s why, to Clavis’ sheer delight, you didn’t notice when he made his way over to you in the middle of the library, steps light as a feather so as not to draw any attention to himself. Of course, it helped that he had a light tread in the first place, having been so used to sneaking up on innocent residents of the mansion for the sake of his tricks for years. With bated breath, he slowly inched closer and closer to you until his lips were mere millimeters from your ear.

“What’cha reading, Belle?” He murmured, his hot breath ghosting the shell of your ear and causing you to leap nearly three feet in the air. 

“What th--, my God, Clavis! You nearly scared the living daylights out of me,” your eyes were aflame with fury as you glared at the third Prince of Rhodolite, trying your hardest not to let his dashingly handsome looks get the best of you like usual. It was hard. More than hard. His eyes were like pure liquid gold, and that devastating smirk that so often adorned his face captivated you. What made it worse was he knew it. He knew the effect he had on people, especially you. 

How would you describe your relationship with the hellcat of Rhodolite? Well, since you’d arrived at the palace, the Prince seemed to take a strong liking to you, going out of his way to irritate you, pull some (mostly) harmless pranks on you, and order you around like you were his own personal maid. You’d spend the first couple weeks refusing him with the resolve of a stubborn bull, but gradually he’d worn you down. The way his gaze would turn so forlorn when he admitted a deep-seated secret, how lonely he was that none of his other brothers seemed to enjoy his company, how he was secretly terrified that nobody truly liked him. You were almost sure it was all an act, but that almost was how he roped you into being his unwilling partner. In fact, that’s how he ended up inviting you to bed and having you accept a mere week ago. The memory of it still ran through your mind at all waking hours of the day. Despite your attempts at avoiding having to talk about what happened, it seemed like you couldn’t avoid him forever. 

He gazed upon you with feigned indignation and gasped, dramatically clutching at his chest. “Me? Scare you? I would never dare to. I merely wanted to spend some time with you, especially since you’ve been so busy lately.” Something in his eyes shifted as his gaze dragged up and down your body, lingering at the bare skin visible above your neckline. His soft lips quirked downwards as he disappointingly searched for the faded mark he’d sucked deep into your skin only a week prior. It was like his eyes were boring holes into your body, and you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked, hands flying up to cover the slight swell of your breasts resulting from the tightness of your corset. Then, all at once, the memory of his lips, suckling pretty rose-toned bruises into your skin, rushed through you once more. The way he caressed your skin so gently, so carefully as though he might break you apart, so unlike how you thought he’d be. 

When you came to, it seemed like the third Prince knew what you were thinking about, too, as his signature smirk reappeared on his lips. In one swift movement, he pulled you up from your chair, spinning you around so quickly that when you finally landed on his lap, sitting sideways against his muscular thighs, you had absolutely no idea what had happened. You let out a shriek of surprise and grasped at the nearest available thing, Clavis’ gloved hand. 

“A little eager, are we?” He chuckled darkly as he brought your hand to his lips, gently pressing kisses along each of the digits and swirling his tongue around your fingertips. “How is it that you still taste so sweet, even when you’ve been poring over those books?” The sensation of his tongue had you praying that he would lavish you with the same attention elsewhere, and before you could stop it, a soft moan slipped from your lips. You felt his mouth form into a smirk against your hand, and he let your hand slip from his as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply as he began to unlace your corset. 

“Play with me a little, hm? I’ll be worth your time,” he whispered, trailing his lips from your bare shoulder to the now-exposed swell of your breasts, nipping gently at your skin in his wake. Your hand grasped desperately at Clavis’ arm as he trailed his tongue down your chest, lavishing the taste of your peaks against his mouth. It was heaven for him, being so close to you like this. This was what he wanted since he first laid eyes on you in the town square, skin glistening and eyes sparkling with determination as you protected that boy from the drunkard. It was captivating, and he found himself captivated by you, again and again, each day. 

Your hips began wriggling desperately against his muscular thigh, every part of your body seeking the friction that would satisfy that deep ache in your core, the one that you couldn’t fix yourself ever since you crossed that line in your friendship. A deep groan rumbled from his throat when he noticed your fervent rutting and ripped off his gloves, eager to feel the wetness against his fingers. As his hands made their way underneath your ruffled skirt, his eyes widened momentarily, realizing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath your dress. 

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he murmured, trailing one finger along your core, mouth practically watering at the pool of slick that had gathered along his hands with just one touch. “So wet and eager for me, hm?”

Your face had turned a deep shade of crimson at his lustful words, and as much as you wanted to deny it, he was right. There was a part of you that was waiting for him to find you, to show you that it wasn’t just a one-time thing. But hell would freeze over before you gave in that easily. “N—no, I just… I forgot…” You trailed off, hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder. 

Even that made you all the more endearing to Clavis, and he once again trailed his finger along the seam of your wet core, smirking as you trembled against his body. “Girls that lie don’t get rewarded, Belle,” he whispered, tongue trailing against the shell of your earlobe as you jolted once more against him. Again, the way his fingers would ghost over that spot you needed him most, missing deliberately, once, twice, and on the third pass, you gave in.

“Please, Clavis, i—it wasn’t an accident. I need you,” you begged, eyes widening in shock as his free hand gripped your chin firmly and turned your face towards him, those beautiful golden eyes gazing into the most vulnerable parts of you as he held your gaze with such intensity you thanked the heavens that you were already sitting, as your knees immediately turned weak. 

And there was no way he could deny you when you were begging so sweetly, not when your desire was covering the fabric of his pants and your eyes were so hazy with desire he could reach his own climax from the sight alone. “Good girl,” he murmured, slipping one finger into your needy cunt with ease and capturing your lips into a messy, wet kiss as he swallowed your moans. His fingers thrust against your core, coaxing relentless noises out of you that you were sure to regret when you came back to your senses. Your body was overheating, and that familiar, fluttery sensation deep within your belly was starting to roar to life once more. 

And with a sudden shift of his fingers, he found that spot deep within your core, that spot that had you crying out in ecstasy against him, rutting against his fingers again and again until your slick had thoroughly soaked through any remaining layers between the two of you. His hand gently cradled your head, pressing kisses against your lips and caressing your hair until you came down from your high. 

Once your vision refocused, you shifted and looked down at the stain you’d left on his pants, absolutely mortified with what you’d caused. You were sure the Prince was never going to let you live it down – likely making you act as his personal maid for three weeks at least. “I—I’m so sorry, Clavis, I’ll wash those for you right away,” you stammered, about to get up from your spot on his lap when he forcefully grabbed your waist, pulling you close to him once more and whispering something that would seal your fate for the rest of the night. 

“And where do you think you’re going, Belle? I didn’t say I was done playing with you.” 

[aquagirl1978]

For the characters I would like to see written by you cause I can not get enough of them from IkeVamp Jean Ikeprince Luke Ikesen Kennyo Ikerev Harr whetever fluff or smuts totally up to you you write them both wonderfully 😉 If I have to choice these characters inspire fluff Thank you for this anazing opportunity I can not wait to see all your creations 😍😍 Have a wonderful day 😉

Hi Julie, thank you for this request - I couldn't decide which suitors to write for, so I wrote some headcanons for them all. Hope you enjoy. And Happy early Birthday to Jean!

Part of the 'Tis the Season for Love Content Creator Challenge hosted by @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore - prompt: sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

SIPPING HOT CHOCOLATE AND STEALING A KISS - IKEMEN SERIES HEADCANONS (Jean d'Arc, Luke Randolph, Harr Silver, Kennyo)

Jean d'Arc

It was a particularly cold day; even sitting by the fire in the mansion didn't do much to warm you.

Jean noticed you were shivering and wrapped you in his arms. You gazed into his violet eyes and had a better idea.

You took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. "You didn't want to cuddle?" he asked?

"Let's make some hot chocolate together."

Jean looked at you funny.

"Jean...have you never had hot chocolate before?"

He blinked at you. "Hot...chocolate?"

Oh boy.

You started to pull out the ingredients, grateful that Sebastian kept a well stocked kitchen.

You showed Jean how to whisk the cocoa powder into the warm milk, placing your hand over his when he began to whisk the milk to a near pulp.

"Slow down, Jean. Like this." Your fingers grazed his, the warmth from the stove much needed and comforting.

You remained behind him, wrapping your free arm around his waist in a tender embrace, recalling memories of your youth and how your mother would make this same recipe for you on cold winter days.

When the drink was done, you poured it into two mugs and brought it back to the salon where the fire was still roaring.

Bringing your mug to your lips, you lightly blew on the beverage. Jean watched you, and followed in your steps.

"Gentle...you don't want to spill your drink," you warned him.

Jean waited for you to take the first sip. Bringing the mug to his mouth he took a small sip. "How do you like it?"

"It's hot," he replied with a small smile. "It's good."

He then stole a quick kiss leaving a smile on your lips.

"You had some on your mouth," he said. "It tastes better from your lips," he added, taking another sip from his mug.

Luke Randolph

Luke firmly held your hand, his large hand warm on this cold day, as you both walked through the winter markets.

"I'm running low on my favorite honey and I was hoping to find the stand here that sold it," he said, craning his neck searching for his favorite shop.

You smiled, knowing how much your bear loved his honey. You kept an eye out too as you passed stalls selling scarves and hats and cakes and teas.

But no honey in sight.

"Mhmm, that smells good," Luke announced.

You took in a deep breath, the scent of warm chocolate filling your lungs. "Care to take a break and grab a beverage?"

"Sounds great," he replied, leading you to take source of the delicious scent.

You soon found the source of the scent - a cart selling piping hot mugs of hot chocolate.

After the merchant handed you each a mug, you took a moment to breathe in the rich chocolate aroma.

Luke quickly took a large gulp from his drink. "It's not honey, but it's sweet." He smiled at you as you both savored the warm drink in silence.

After you both drained your mugs, you continued on your search for honey. But you did not have far to go.

"Luke, look!" you called out, spotting the sweet and sticky substance nestled not far from the hot chocolate stand.

Luke's grass green eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks. He turned to you and gave you a quick kiss.

"What was that for?" you asked, surprised.

"If you hadn't suggested stopping for hot chocolate, we might not have found the honey. So thank you."

Luke stole one final kiss before heading towards the jars of honey. "The honey might be sweet, but you are sweeter."

Harr Silver

Harr and Loki had been out all afternoon by the lake catching fish for dinner.

It was a chilly, winter day and you wanted to surprise them with a treat. You thought there would be nothing sweeter than to return home to a fresh pot of hot chocolate.

After gathering all the ingredients, you happily brewed the drink, excited to surprise them with the treat.

Loki bounced through the door first. He gave a quick wave and mumbled something about needing to check something in his room.

Harr soon followed after, carrying a small basket of fish. Smiling, you greeted him and took the basket from him to bring into the kitchen.

When you returned, you were carrying two cups of hot chocolate, the steam still rising from the top.

"I thought you'd like something hot after spending the afternoon out in the cold," you said, handing him a mug.

Harr smiled softly at you, quietly thanking you. "This is quite good," he commented, after taking a sip.

"I only wish Loki had stayed to join us." You had grown use to the family unit the three of you created since moving into the treehouse. While you appreciated alone time with Harr, you also enjoyed spending time with Loki as well.

Harr's eyes narrowed, his silver gaze darkening. "I must disagree."

A slight flush crept on your cheeks, a soft smile spread on your lips.

Harr leaned over and kissed you, his lips sweet from the hot chocolate. "I will never turn down the opportunity to spend time alone with you," he whispered.

Kennyo

"Have you ever had hot chocolate?" you asked Kennyo as you walked hand in hand down the modern day streets of Japan.

Having traveled through the wormhole to present time, Kennyo was like a fish out of water, much like you were when you first traveled through the wormhole to the Sengoku period.

You had wanted Kennyo to experience all of your favorite things while you were here. When you passed by the cafe, the familiar aroma of warm chocolate wafting through the air, you suddenly felt a craving for the hot beverage on this winter day.

It felt good to come inside from the chilly wind and quickly found a spot in a secluded corner.

You ordered the drinks - plain, no whipped cream or marshmallow so that the pure chocolate taste could be appreciated.

Kennyo smiled as you passed him the beverage, his finger grazing yours, lingering longer than it should.

Taking a sip, the chocolate was sweet on your tongue, its warmth easing the winter chill in your bones.

Peering over the rim of your mug, you were curious if Kennyo was enjoying it.

"I like it," he replied with a small smile. "But next time," he said gesturing to the other patrons in the cafe, "I want that fluffy stuff and toppings on mine like they're having."

Giggling, you stole a kiss from him, his lips warm and sweet, happy to experience all your favorite things with the man you loved.

[violettduchess]

Hello 💜

I recently made a post proclaiming how ready I am to leave fluff behind for a little while and dive headfirst into some angst / tension. And when I asked if I should open up requests, the response was strong enough that I’ve decided to do just that!

Welcome to what I’ve named my Broken Heartstrings series: a counter to all the spicy smut and sweet fluff that is sure to be heading our way as we leave Christmas behind and slide into the new year where Valentine’s Day events are waiting.

◽ How does it work? ◽

Pick a suitor from the list below. If you would like headcanons, you can name up to 4 suitors. 

Pick a prompt from the list below. They are intentionally super vague! This way, it can be as general as you want or you can be specific.

-> Request examples: “Leon, nightmare.”(Here I have the power to decide who has the nightmare/ what its about, etc)  or “Leon, he has a nightmare about his childhood and specifically a terrifying situation he was put in. He wakes up terrified and MC has to comfort him.” (You got it, boss).

You do not need to use this prompt list at all. If you have an idea that isn’t listed below, feel free to GO FOR it and let me know what you want!

Requests open until January 15th

Disclaimer: I reserve the right to answer the ones I choose, which may mean yours does not get written. Please do not take it personally. I am honest to God flattered by ANYONE requesting me to write something for them, but I have a limited amount of time and this is a hobby. 

◽ Suitors ◽

Ikeprince ◽ Leon, Chevalier, Clavis, Sariel, Licht, Silvio, Keith, Gilbert

Ikevamp ◽ Leonardo, Comte, Isaac, Theodorus, Arthur, Faust, Napoleon, Mozart, Vlad

◽ A few angst / tension prompt ideas ◽

illness/ injury

death

nightmare

forbidden love 

secret relationship 

unrequited love

break up

ex-lovers

lovers to enemies 

enemies to lovers

separation 

jealousy 

fake date / fake marriage 

only one bed

love triangle 

amnesia

apology

If this inspires anyone to write angst or tension, please feel free to use these prompts and if you do, tag me in your creations! 💜

[lordsisterxotome]

Begging for Mercy, Begging for More (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?”

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,370

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Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Prince or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Author’s Note: First fic for Ikeprince, whoo!! I’m about halfway through Chevalier’s route so I’m sorry if there are any inconsistencies in terms of plot or character. Anyway! Let’s go day 7 of @xxsycamore​’s Visions of Temptation event💕

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       Bringing his hand to your lips, you pressed a lingering kiss to his knuckles, smiling as a sensation akin to being washed in the warm light of a fireplace fell over you. Peering up at your lover from beneath your lashes, your smile grew, joyful and teasing. Chevalier met your smile with one of his own, lips curling in a gesture equally mischievous and more than a little seductive.

       “I want everything you can give me, my love,” you answered in reply to the question he’d just asked you.

       “I might hurt you,” he’d said, pale gaze unreadable as you drew him back with you onto the bed, guiding him between your legs. “Are you sure you want that?”

       Silly man. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, diplomacy and the demands of ruling tearing him away from you yet again, and he expected you to want him to go easy on you? After long nights of trying and failing to pleasure yourself with the sad substitute that was your fingers he thought you wanted him to take it slow?

       Absolutely not.

       You knew he’d suffered just as much as you had, that the beast was there, waiting patiently just beneath the surface, ready to ravage you to within an inch of your life. And that was all you wanted right now - for your lover to reaffirm his claim to your body and fuck you until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you were raw and stupid on his cock.

       You sighed, eyes fluttering, as Chevalier’s hands smoothed up your thighs, lifting your skirts and exposing your bare cunt to his ravenous gaze. He hummed appraisingly as he slid a finger through your heat, gathering your wetness on the digit. “Were you expecting this? I didn’t think anyone was aware I’d be returning today.” Ice blue eyes flicked up to your face, fire swirling in their depths. “Is this for someone else?”

       “N-ah!” Your denial cut off in a yelp as he plunged a finger inside of you, rubbing ruthlessly at your inner walls.

       “What was that?” His breath fanned across your face as he chuckled, pushing your knee to the side so you lay splayed and exposed for him. “Have I been gone so long that you’ve forgotten who you belong to?”

       “N-Never, Chevalier…” You could barely put the words together, so focused on the appendage making a mess of your weeping core. 

       He pulled away, leaving you lying there with your heart pounding and thighs trembling, to drop his cloak and mantle to the floor with a muffled thud. “If you like what you’re wearing I would suggest taking it off quickly.” His hands moved to undo the buttons of his shirt, the slight fumble in his movements betraying his excitement as a sharp smirk crossed his face. “That is unless you want me to tear it off of you.” 

       You nearly tore the laces of your dress yourself in your haste to do as he said, but still, your corset wasn’t so lucky, ripped away by your very impatient and now naked lover. Gasping as the unfortunate bindings snapped under his wrath, you hadn’t the time to pay anymore attention to the destroyed article as your legs were pried open and hard cock pressed against your entrance. You had just enough time to glance down, to see the swollen mass of Chevalier’s manhood and wonder how it had ever fit inside of you, before it slid home with a sharp squelch, your walls forced to accommodate the sudden intrusion. 

       Throwing your head back with a scream, you grasped at his shoulders as he began to pound into you, unwilling to wait a second longer. You knew he’d be rough, had encouraged it, but god, how you’d forgotten how this man could absolutely rail you into the mattress. Chevalier’s love was fast and claiming, leaving you winded with barely a clue as to what had just happened. 

       His lips were hot on your throat and face, showering you in kisses and leaving love bites where he saw fit. The marks he’d left before departing had long since faded, and while logically he knew they would, something about seeing them gone from your skin sparked an irrational annoyance in his heart.

       “Look at me,” he murmured, catching your chin and forcing your lust-blurred eyes to focus on him. “Watch me as I make you mine.” Reaching up to grip the headboard above you, he pulled back only to ram into you harder, driving the tip of his cock against your cervix. It would be nothing short of a miracle if you could walk after this.

       Your nails dragged down his back as he plowed you, caught between begging for mercy and begging for more. His name left your lips like a prayer with each forward drive into your depths, eagerly accepting his kiss as his mouth claimed yours in a passionate tangle of tongues. 

       His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the erotic sounds of your pussy sucking him deeper and the clap of skin against skin most likely audible to anyone close by. If they didn’t know Chevalier had found you before, they certainly did now as he grasped your thighs and pinned your knees against your chest. A scream of his name tore from your lips as the new position churned your insides, imprinting the shape of his dick into your walls. The pain of each thrust against your cervix only amplified the pleasure, leaving you a mess in his arms.

       Tears of pleasure escaped to wet your temples, breath stolen away with each unrelenting kiss he bestowed upon you. All the false cruelty from before had melted away, leaving a rare vulnerable expression on Chevalier’s face, his cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink. In the clarity of passion, you knew that each roll of his hips was a silent ‘I love you,’ begging you to give him every piece of yourself.

       He’d missed you so much. Missed the way you felt, the way your pussy hugged his cock, the way you looked at him, all the love and lust you possessed for him and him alone. He couldn't go for so long without you again. He was sure it would kill him - or he would kill someone else - if he did. More than anything, he needed to make you cum, needed to feel you clamp down on him and watch you make that lovely face for him as he drove you to completion.

       A slight shift and the angle of his thrusts changed, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each grind. 

       Your eyes flew open wide, back arching as you scrabbled for control, the ragged edge of your orgasm teasing every nerve in your body. “Chev, I’m - ah! - I’m close!”

       “Me too,” he grunted, lips brushing yours as he leaned down. His hand cupped your cheek, the movement so tender compared to the rough way he was making love to you. “Cum, darling. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t be able to stand it. Cum for me.”

       It was too much. Your orgasm crashed through you on a scream, your cunt fluttering as you gushed around the cock still plunging in and out of you. A few heartbeats later and you gasped, whining, as hot pulses of Chevalier’s release painted your walls white, your oversensitive cunt sucking up all he had to give.

       Gently releasing your legs, he didn’t remove himself from you, instead settling onto his forearms to hover above you. “I missed you,” he panted, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers. 

       Closing your eyes, you held his hand to your face, unable to help the wide grin that stole over your face as you answered, “I missed you too.”

       You were still panting, still sensitive to the cum seeping out around the cock buried inside of you, when he rose up once again. Your king still eager to reclaim you, and you had no desire to stop him. All you could do was hang on to him for the ride as he started thrusting into you again, fucking his seed back into you.

[chaosangel767]

May I ask for Rio and Emma with the bodies pressed tightly together in the hammock prompt?

Of course! Thank you to @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen for this amazing event. I hope you enjoy!

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Fandom: IkePri

Pairing: Rio x Emma 

Prompt: Summer of Smut: Bodies pressed tightly together in the hammock

Type: NSFW - Minors DNI 

CW: cockwarming, teasing, vaginal penetration, orgasms, semi-public sex

WC:630+ 

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The early afternoon sun turns to twilight as Emma’s voice carries throughout the garden. After being given a day off by Sariel, she decided to spend the afternoon curled up in a hammock with her lover, reading a new book she found. Nestled tightly against Rio’s body, to the passerbyer she looks more relaxed than ever as they sway in the breeze. Rio’s fingers are playing with her hair and shoulders, teasing her skin as she read, watching her reactions as she tries to focus on the pages in front of her. 

“What’s wrong?” Rio’s voice fills her ear as her voice fades out, rolling his hips so that she could feel every inch of his length in her. A soft whine leaves her lips as her eyes seek his baby blue ones. Rio presses a kiss to her lips, reaching over to get her some iced tea. Taking a sip, she shivers as a small dribble lands between her breast. Rio catches the small movement and slips his and down her top, catching the runaway drop with his finger. Bringing it up to Emma’s lips, he watches as she licks it, content smile on her face as she goes back to reading.  She is soon disscracted by lips on her shoulder and she looks up into the innocent baby blue eyes. 

“Rio” She murmurs and he smiles at her. Covering her bare shoulder in kisses, he nudges the book in her hands, prompting her to read. 

“If you stop reading, I’ll stop” He whispers softly, his hands starting to massage her body.  She was too tense with all the meetings, all the interactions with the other princes. His hands get to work on massaging her body. A sigh falls from her lips, wanting more from him. His hips give a little roll, thrusting his length in her core and he feels her walls immediately respond. While his hands explore her body, teasing her sensitive spots, his hips roll against hers in a tantalizingly slow pace.  He listens to the hitch of breaths she tries to cover by reading, how her sentences get breathy, or how her voice quivers when he runs his finger along her nipple, paired with a particularly harder thrust. Not one of her reactions goes unnoticed by him, it's his job to know his mistress's body, and know her he does. He is gentle in riling her up, feeling the way she shifts against him, the way her eyes darken slightly, her walls hugging him tighter and tighter. 

Finally as another chapter comes to a close, the book lands on the table next to them with a thud. Her eyes look up pleadingly to Rio, there hasn’t been anyone in the garden for quite some time, and her body couldn’t handle any more of his teasing. 

“Please” Her voice is music to his ears, and he leans down to capture her lips in a kiss, his hips finally moving in her properly. His hands grasp her hips as he thrusts, finally chasing both of their orgasms.  

Emma’s breaks first, her head hitting his chest as rides it out, muffling her cries in his shoulder. Her legs tremble and Rio holds her close, feeling the cliffs of his pleasure approaching as well. With a soft cry of her name, he buries his cock deep in her core and holds her to him, whispering promises of his love as he empties his seed. 

The lights around the garden start to turn on in the darkening twilight as they start to move. Rio cleans up their tea party. 

“Come to my room later” she whispers in Rio’s ear with a wink, heading to her room to get ready for dinner with the princes, the relaxed smile not leaving her face. 

[voltage-vixen]

Love this MC

Be My Lover Be My Beast

[candied-boys]

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Ahhhhhhh this is sooooooooooo good

May I please request Clavis/F!MC sappy sweet fluff and smut ?

god i love him, clavis is tied for top fave deadass. I hope you like this!!

In the Moonlight (3,400 words - rating: explicit)

Clavis sighed heavily, walking to his bedroom. The hallways seemed to close in on him and it was as if his feet were walking through mud. All he wanted to do was fall into bed with you, maybe joke around a little, have a quickie, and then sleep. Ragged and stumbling, he made it to the door and pushed it open with great effort.

The room was dark, but that was to be expected. He could see you in the bed, or at least see that the bed wasn’t flat and made like it looked this morning. He was hoping you wouldn’t be too upset with him for working late, especially knowing of his condition.

Nothing felt like home as much as your open arms did. With relief loosening up his shoulders, he stripped down as he made his way over to your sleeping body. Not bothering to put on any pajamas, he slipped into bed, pulled you close, and relaxed into the soft mattress. Sighing once again, letting go of his tension, he kissed your forehead.

You stirred in his arms, blinking up at him. “Hey… What time is it?” Your words were slurred together, and he smiled warmly. Love burned softly inside him, and he brought you even closer to his nude body, kissing your forehead.

“Too late for you to be awake, my dear. Go back to sleep.” Hushed words had your eyes falling closed again, but your arms moved to hold him close. Tossing a leg up over his hip, you sighed contentedly and wiggled as close as possible to him.

“You’re bad… You know you’re not supposed-” A yawn cut off your scolding, and he found it hard to take you seriously, “Not supposed to be up so late. Naughty Clavis.” Your voice trailed off, gravelly and low. He licked his lips, a new sort of love burning inside him now.

He couldn’t deny how much he loved that you wanted to be near him, every night you fell asleep tangled up in each other, whether or not you made love. Sometimes he would swaddle the both of you so intensely that you couldn’t escape in the morning, not that you ever wanted to, really.

He kissed your forehead again, hand finding its way to your thigh and tracing downwards towards your hip. “If I’m so naughty… Don’t you think you should punish me?” Heated breath puffed across your face and you whined, burying yourself deeper into your pillow.

“Clavis… It's the middle of the night.” Your words didn’t sway him in the slightest, his hand drifting up higher under your nightgown.

Licking his lips, he felt himself get hard. “No panties… It seems like you want this. How did you know your lovely king would come back so late and exhausted? Leaving him a treat like this… You really are the love of my life.” You whined as he traced your curves, pulling your hips to rest atop him as he laid on his back.

“C-Clavis…” His hand moved up your back, stroking you softly. Moving himself close, he began to kiss and lick your shoulder. “Made me wait a-all evening… Come to bed well after I’ve fallen asleep… And now you want- ah!” He cut you off again, biting your neck and sucking tightly.

He’d wake you up one way or another. Just a quick round, he just wanted to empty himself inside of you one time. You could indulge him just this once, right? Hiking your leg up, he brought you against his thigh, your heat pressed against him. You weren’t wet enough for his liking - he needed you to be desperate for him, begging him to slip inside and to stay there until morning.

Rubbing his thigh against you, he kissed you softly. “I’ve had such a long night, my dear. Won’t you entertain an old weary man?” He smiled as you laughed softly, nuzzling your nose with his own as he peppered more kisses over your sleepy face.

“Shut up, you’re hardly even 30 yet. How can you say you’re old?” You were smiling at him, bleary eyes just barely open as you stared at him. His heart swelled in his chest, even after bothering you until you were awake, you didn’t so much as have a hint of annoyance in your gaze.

“You’re right, an old man could never please you the way I do.” You hid your face in his chest, squealing softly and wiggling against him, letting him rub his thigh between your legs still. “Ah, a little bashful aren’t we? My poor sweet dearie, you just can’t contain all your love for me, can you? Such a heavy cross to bear, you should let me help you relax.”

Of course everything he had to say was bullshit, he couldn’t help but tease you relentlessly, it was just who he was as a person. It was getting easier to show you his genuine feelings, especially in the dead of night with the moon as your only company.

You sighed softly as he rocked your hips over his thigh, collecting your wetness as he rubbed you. “Clavis~” His name was angelic when you whispered it, so much love and unashamed desire burning in you. He craved it, needed it. He couldn’t go a single day without hearing you say his name so reverently. “Please touch me.” You kissed him softly, lips ghosting over his as you whispered in the darkness.

“As you wish, anything for my love.” You smiled as he kissed you fully, soft lips gently parting yours as his tongue slipped inside, mirroring his gentle hand as it pulled your legs further open, fingers slipping inside you.

Moaning softly, he kissed you again and again, tongue petting yours before pulling back and nipping and tugging at your lips. His fingers moved softly inside you, stroking your silky skin and ghosting over your gspot. Moaning louder, you moved your body so you were more on top of him, closer and closer, legs spread open just a bit wider.

“Clavis… Like you mean it, please.” He huffed, letting you lay on him and kiss and lick his chest. Moving to his nipple, you sucked it gently into your mouth and his breath stuttered from his mouth.

“N-Naughty… You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had today. You’re lucky I’m s-so tired that I’d let you- ahh! Let you take control.” His tone was playful, an everlasting smile on his lips as your hips rocked upwards to meet his fingers. “You’re so needy for someone who- ahh~ someone who wanted to sleep just minutes ago.”

You ignored his cheeky words, taking your time with his chest and leaving marks all over his pale skin. Moving your hips with more effort, it wasn’t long until you were gasping and panting across him. “C-Clavis~” Propping yourself up on your forearms, you hovered over him, riding his hand. “Ahh~ Feels so- ah! G-Good!”

He swallowed thickly, panting along with you as you perched over him. Your hair fell around the two of you, your face flushed and eyes closed as he pleasured you. He moaned, cheeks hot as you were ethereal in the moonlight. Groaning as he slipped his hand out of you, he watched as your eyes opened and you whined loudly, opening your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“Sit on my face. Please, I want to feel you.” He didn’t miss the blush on your face at his request. Sitting fully up, the hot air leaving the blankets, you tugged off your nightgown, exposing your perfect body to him. He groaned at the sight, hands behind your thighs as he guided you up to his face.

He squeezed your thighs affectionately, kissing every expanse of skin he could reach as you hovered over him, hot wet cunt inviting him in. Drool pooled in his mouth, moaning as you slowly sunk down onto him.

Cock throbbing in the slightly heated air of the bedroom, he kneaded your legs as you began rocking softly on his mouth. His tongue slipped out, easily sliding in your slit and tasting you. He couldn’t help but moan, he loved eating you, loved when his head was between your legs.

He basked in the heat of your cunt, hands gripping and scratching you as he tilted his jaw up, pushing his tongue deeper inside of you. You whined above him, hands on the headboard as you rocked back and forth.

Nuzzling closer, he opened his mouth wider, catching your clit in his mouth and laving his tongue across it slowly. With your movements, he held himself still, letting you rub yourself across his mouth. “Ahh~ Clavis~ Hahh~ You feel so good… Don’t stop, please.” Your voice was soft, full of love and lust as you sought your pleasure.

Grinning, he gripped your thighs in a vice and listened to you cry out before all sounds were muffled by how tightly he was pressed between your legs. There wasn’t any room for you to move, or room for him to catch a breath. He shoved his tongue inside of you, pushing it in and out and fucking you. Trembling, you tried to bounce, panting and whining as he ate you.

“Clavis! Fuck- I- ahh!” Moaning hotly, you tried to spread your legs wider, but his grip was too tight. “I’m gonna cum! Gonna- ahh! Fuck, don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!” Your pleas barely reached him, lightheaded from no air and your thighs tight over his ears. He could tell you were close, he knew your body better than he knew his own, which was saying something considering all the medical tests he performed on himself.

He felt your hands pulling his hair hard and he bucked his hips into nothing. Sucking hard on your clit, he felt you get impossibly hotter before sweet cum splashed into his mouth and on his face. Licking up all that he could, he kissed your puffy cunt, flicking his tongue over your swollen clit.

You jolted in his hold before he finally released you. Falling to your side, you lied there trying to catch your breath. You watched as Clavis didn’t move through half lidded eyes. His hands rose up, swiping every stray bit of cum he could and slipping his fingers back into his mouth. “You taste divine as always, my dear. But I hope you don’t think that’s it.”

His golden eyes found yours easily, and you shuddered. They were the eyes of a panther, seeking out his prey in the dead of night to ravish. “C-Clavis.” You didn’t know what you were begging him for, but you knew it didn’t matter. He’d have his way with you in the moonlight no matter what.

“Oh, dearie me. You look so tired. Perhaps I should continue to be gentle with you.” You whined lowly, fucking you with his mouth and eating you until you he had his fill was gentle? You weren’t surprised however, some days you spent all day in bed making love, until you had no idea where he ended and you began.

He looped his arms around your waist, tugging you down into a lying position, and leering at your nude body. “Where should I begin?” He was salivating all over again, eager to indulge in your perfectly soft body. He grinned as you tossed an arm over your face, hiding your eyes. “Ah… And what do you think you’re doing?” His playful voice made you whimper.

Whenever he was in such a joyful mood, he tended to go longer with you. Not letting either one of you stop until you were raw. While you loved it more than anything, you hated it as well. Finally, you felt him move. However, he didn’t reach for your arm like you thought he was going to, but instead spread your legs wide open and hiked your thighs up on his hips.

“You can stay like that, my love. Just let me take care of you, okay? I promise to make you feel good. I’ll fill you up until you don’t know anything but my name. Won’t that be nice?” Your fists clenched, whining. It didn’t deter him in the slightest, sweet compliments ringing around you as he pressed his cock to your cunt.

“You’re not trying to stop me… Tell me, does my dirty little lover want this, too? Want to be pumped full of my cum and wrapped tightly around me? Perhaps I’ll fall asleep with my thick cock inside this sweet little cunt of yours, and when I wake up, I’ll take you all over again.” You whined louder at his words, bucking your hips and trying to make him slip inside you.

His grin turned a bit malicious despite himself, smart mouth never stopping even as you hid from him, “You can’t go anywhere, dear. There’s no place on this earth that you can go where I wouldn’t find you. You belong to me, we both know it. Ask nicely and I’ll let you feel my cock inside you.”

Arms moving, you hid your face in your hands, whining loudly. “Clavis…” Your cheeks were on fire, and your body tense, waiting for him to fuck you already. “C-Clavis… Please… I want you to-” You couldn’t continue, wiggling in his hold and crying out as he pulled farther away from you.

“N-No! Don’t, Clavis!” You reached for him blindly, face turned into the pillow as your hands stretched out. “I-I want you! Want you inside me! Please fi-fill me up… I want you.” Your voice got quieter and quieter, until it was a small whisper, hips wiggling in his grasp.

He watched you struggle beneath him, entranced by how you so desperately wanted him. His resolve was wearing thin, but he was no stranger to holding out just to torment you. Originally he just wanted something quick and relaxing to put him in a good mood to sleep, but he couldn’t deny you when you were so desperate for him.

Leaning down to your hidden visage, he bit into your neck harshly. Crying out, your hands tangled in his hair, trying to pull him away. Staying where he was, his hands maneuvered your thighs so they were pressed upwards. “You’re getting me too excited… Be careful or you’ll have a real beast on your hands, my lovely lover.” His tone was heavy, dripping with need.

Raising himself back up, he sounded harsher than he meant to, “Look at me or you won’t get anything.” Whimpering, your eyes met his as your hands fell to rest on either side of your head. Licking his lips, he admired your chest and belly, hands firmly gripping the backs of your thighs. “Now, be a good little girl and ask nicely. What is it you want me to do?”

You panted slightly, chest rising, “W-Want you. Want you, Clavis. Please, please, please! I want your cock inside me! Want you to own me, pump me full of your cum, please Clavis, pl- ahh!” He cut off your begging, unable to listen any longer and shoved himself fully inside you. Your head tipped back into the pillow, crying out as he bottomed out easily.

Groaning loudly, he left your thighs, letting them press against his chest fully, and laced his fingers with yours on either side of your head. “I knew you had it in you, my good little queen. You know exactly what you want, don’t you? Now, just one more question, then I promise to make you feel good. Do you want me to make love to you, or do you want me to pound you hard?”

Your cheeks were warm, body humming with pleasure as his cock was nestled snugly inside you. You panted slightly, licking your lips and meeting his gaze, “Wa-Want you to, ahh~ f-fuck me, please. Hard and,” You shuddered as he pulled back slightly, “Hard and fast! Fuck, ahh! Clavis!”

It wasn’t hard to tell what you wanted by mid sentence, so he didn’t bother to let you finish before he slid out, just to force himself back inside of you again. You looked positively edible this way, the taste of your cum still on his tongue. Grinning down at you, he continued his fast and hard pace, exactly how you asked him to.

It wasn’t long until he was panting for breath, your hot cunt squeezing him tightly, legs pressed firmly against his chest, and your voice crying out for him. “Clavis! Cla- ahh! So- So close! Please, t-touch me, wanna cum on your- ahh!~ Perfect cock, please!”

He went to pull away to touch you, knowing he wouldn’t last for long, not after being so tired and pent up all day. But you wouldn’t release him, your laced fingers holding his hands like a vice. Swallowing thickly, he huffed out a strained laugh, “D-Darling, I can’t touch you if- ahh~ If you don’t let go of, fuck! L-Let go of me.”

He laughed weakly, hips losing their rhythm as he pounded you, becoming lost in the pleasure. Moaning loudly, he weakly pulled one of his hands, “Love, please- I can’t last, hahh~ for much longer!” He watched your face, blissful eyes not seeing him as you panted for air, his cock reaching deep inside you and whimpering.

Smiling still, he stopped pulling at your hands, instead letting himself fall deep into your shared pleasure. He could get you off after, he wanted to enjoy such a surprisingly soft moment between the two of you. Huffing, he grit his teeth, anchoring his feet and thrusting into you.

You babbled incoherently beneath him, legs numb and head foggy. All you knew was that you wanted him to never stop, wanted him inside you forever, pushing his perfect cock into your tight cunt every second for the rest of your lives. Moaning wantonly, you couldn’t help but drool as your head fell sideways into the pillow.

“C-Clavis~ Hahh, ahh~ inside… Fi-Finish inside~” Your words had him shuddering, package tightening as your bleary eyes watched him unblinkingly. “Ahhh!~ Clavis!~” You squeezed him tightly, around his cock and his hands.

With a harsh moan, your lover couldn’t help but empty himself inside of you. Bucking and grinding his hips against yours, he rode out his orgasm. You moaned hotly under him, your voice surrounding him in euphoria as he filled you to the brim. He gasped for breath, your hands finally releasing him as he leaned back, sitting on his knees, your legs decompressing slightly.

“F-Fuck. I- Let me help you, my love.” His words didn’t register as you basked in the heat of his cum filling you and leaking out. But as he touched your clit, you jolted, crying out. “Shh, it’s just me, my dear. Let me help you feel good.” He hooked your legs on his hips, leaning forward and kissing your cheek, “Can you cum for me, dearie? Just a little more and you can cum for me. Want you to let it all out, just for me.”

You whined as his soft voice, softening cock still nestled inside. You could feel him throb as his hands worked you over, hot breath puffing over your face and ear.

“Just like that, good girl.” Rolling and grinding into you, he stifled his own desperate moans. You were squeezing him too tightly, cunt too hot around him. Grunting, he moved his fingers slightly faster, “Can you cum for me? Ahh~ You feel amazing, its almost too- fuck! T-Too much. Be good and cum for me, cum on my cock, lovely, like that- good girl~ Let go, dearie.”

His words became more and more strained, your perfect heat squeezing him like a vice, crying out as you clenched down hard, cumming on his overstimulated cock. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, like a prayer. He kissed all over your face as you writhed beneath him.

Letting you ride out your high, he slowly brought you back down. Whispering words of love and devotion into your ear. As your breathing evened out, he pulled free of your tight cunt, moaning loudly as he slipped free. He licked his lips as your mixed cum slipped free down your slit to your ass.

Humming in delight, he collapsed next to you. Pulling you close, he grabbed at the abandoned blanket, pulling it up and kissing your sweaty forehead. Whispering words of love to each other, you both gently fell asleep, the light of the moon shining through the large windows, stars twinkling in the sky.