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Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - A Night to Remember

Requested by @groovysciencekid​

If I can make another request can I get a wedding day scenario with lance and a fem s!o just like you guys did with Harr (nsfw at the end).

Title: A Night to Remember

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Character: Lancelot Kingsley

Genre: Romance, Smut, UA (Universe alterations)

Warnings: there is smutty smut ;)

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2757 words

Other comments: Universe alterations: I haven’t finished Lance’s romantic route (close to tho), but I imagine it doesn’t pan out exactly like this. In this universe,  Alice stays in Cradle with Lance~ You could read the romance/wedding part and then stop before the smut if that’s not your cup of tea! Sorry that I’m uploading this at night – I wanted to make sure that this was as good as possible! 

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Jonah fixes the train of your gown for the seventh time in the past hour, arranging the fabric so that it flows like water – but you swat his hands away with a laugh. “Any more of that and you’ll wrinkle it!” You bring a hand to cover your mouth as you giggle at his guilty expression.

“I just want this day to be perfect – for you and for Lancelot. As his Queen, I need to be sure tha-”

“That everything goes to plan, I know, Jonah!” You take his hands in yours to comfort him. “You’ve worked so hard on everything, I know that it will be amazing.” When you smile, he returns the gesture with a small grin followed by muffled sniffles. His eyes glaze over slightly with tears and he pulls your veil over your face to complete your wedding gown. “Are you crying… Jonah?”

He inhales sharply and wipes his face. “No. Something just got in my eye.” He looks away from you for a moment to regain his composure. “We should be getting to the carriage. It’s a bit of a ride to the garden, and you must be on time.” Jonah looks at the grand clock. “We should have left five minutes ago! We’re going to be late now!”

You pick up the front of your skirt, and Jonah the back, and the two of you leave the room to make your way to the carriage in the front of the Red Castle.

Lancelot only catches a glimpse of you as you descend the stairs to the carriages because Zero pulls the curtains. The king shoots his ace a nasty glare and tries to pull back the fabric to see you again.

“It’s bad luck to see a bride before the ceremony,” Zero explains, slapping Lancelot’s hand gently. “You will see her soon.”

Lancelot falls back against the cushions of the carriage with a dejected frown. “Is this because I asked Harr to be my best man and not you?”

Zero laughs and shakes his head. “Not at all. I know you have a past. But it’s a custom from her world. Honor it like you honor her.”

“Alright…” Lancelot grumbles, still upset that he could not admire you from afar. Zero had a point though, it was only a few hours until the ceremony, and after the celebrations, he could give you his undivided attention in his private quarters. He couldn’t help but imagine the events that would unfold tonight… the two of you had shared a bed before, but not like this. This would be the first night of intimacy between a husband and wife.

He would never admit it, but Lancelot could not wait to refer to you as his wife. The idea of being united with you made his heart flutter inside his chest. It was a strange feeling, but he embraced it, especially when you were standing directly next to him.

It is not long before the carriages reached the central quarter and the garden where the ceremony was to be held. The afternoon sun had begun to set past the horizon, leaving a soft pink light to stretch across the land. It makes the roses in the garden glow with life, and the scene takes your breath away. It was certainly going to be a wonderful wedding – Jonah even took into consideration the sunsetting and angled the altar so that light would shine on you and Lancelot.

The carriage came to a stop, but it was a few minutes before Jonah opens the door for you. He held out a gloved hand to help you down, and you heard the gentle click of your glass heels against the step in the carriage.

Edgar and Kyle marvel at you before arguing over who should escort you. Their childish reaction fills you with laughter and you wave your hand. “Lancelot asked Sirius to escort me. I wonder where he is, actually–”

The two whine, but nod before complimenting you and leaving to take their positions behind Lancelot. As they bow, Sirius appears by your side, taking your hand in his. “You look very beautiful, Lancelot will be very happy to see you.”

You can’t help but blush at all the kind comments you are receiving. “Thank you, Sirius.”

The minutes leading up to the commencing of the music fly by – Jonah is running around, barking orders at everyone to straighten their tie or to fix their earrings. You can hear Edgar and Kyle passing sly jokes to Lancelot to calm him.

Finally, it’s time to go.

You almost don’t feel Sirius guiding you down the aisle or your feet on the spring grass because you’re fixated on Lancelot’s handsome face. His eyes twinkle in the light of the sunset and his smile melts your heart.

Standing across from your king is a dream come true, and his. Lancelot pulls out a small piece of crumpled paper from his jacket pocket. He unfolds it with one hand, still holding yours with his other hand. “I wanted to… write something for you…” His voice trails off and he blushes deeply.

You giggle and nod, encouraging him to continue.

“(Y/n)... I didn’t think that this day would come. Not in a hundred years – but I am so happy that it has. You are annoyingly persistent, and you revived a part of me that I had buried long ago… how you managed to do so, I will never know.” He inhales shakily, so you squeeze his hand. “I want you to know that I love you with a love that cannot be expressed in words - only in kisses, in glances, and in the years that we will spend together. Thank you for everything…”

Tears prickle in your eyes and stream down your face.

“Don’t cry...” Lancelot cups your face and presses his forehead to yours.

You shake your head slightly and put your hands over his. “I love you so much, Lancelot Kingsley.”

The next moment, you’re in his arms and kissing him with such passion and fervor that your legs threaten to go weak. He tastes heavenly and warmth emanates from his body as he embraces you tightly. Everyone in the audience is clapping, crying, or a mess of both (Jonah).

After Lancelot takes a step back, you feel the wind rush and take your spirit with it. You could easily collapse from being completely flustered, but he takes your hand to run down the aisle as people tolls red and pink rose petals over the two of you.

It’s nearly two in the morning when you land on the large bed, exhausted from partying with everyone to celebrate the marriage. You don’t know how he managed to carry you up the stairs and into his room, but you didn’t complain because you cuddled into his warm chest when he did.

With your face down in the lavish sheets, you don’t see Lancelot bending on one knee to remove your shoes. You simply feel his gentle touch trilling up your leg before his finger hooks into the lace of your garter.

A gasp escapes your lips and you turn over slowly. “Lancelot…”

“You didn’t tell me that you would be wearing one of these,” he says calmly as he places your shoes on the floor.

Before you can reply, his hand goes back up your thighs, pushing the layers of tulle up to bunch up at your waist. “Is it a gift for me?”

You’re blushing a deeper red than the shade of your blankets, but you give him a short nod. “I actually forgot about it… with everything that had been happening. And I didn’t think that we would get back this late.”

Lancelot’s gaze locks with yours, but he catches the edge of the garter with his teeth and pulls it down, off your thigh and to your knee where he removes it with his delicate fingers. You’re caught in a trance – you can’t bring yourself to break away from his intense gaze because his eyes are lit with a beautiful spark of lust.

His motions are graceful, like a panther, and he’s pinned you to the bed now. You don’t know what’s keeping him from losing his composure. The two of you want it, but are both scared of losing the moment to pure sexual desire. So Lancelot leans down and kisses your exposed neck, teething on your skin every other time his lips meet your collarbone. Shivers of frisson run through your body and you arch your back against his touch without thinking about it.

“You contained yourself well at the reception… there were a few times that you looked so overwhelmed with love that I thought you would pounce on me,” Lancelot comments, his warm breath making your head spin. He wasn’t wrong in the slightest, but now that you were alone with him… things would be very different.

He continues to tease you until you’ve reached your limit and you cup his face to kiss him hard. After a moment, his tongue invades your mouth and his hands fly to the back of your dress to undo the infinite rows of lacing. Lancelot pulls back for a moment to find the edge of the lace before you catch his lips in another hungry kiss. As he tries to undress you, you push away his suit jacket and work at the buttons that conceal his muscles from you.

“Forget what I said about containment,” Lancelot growls as he pulls on your lip. “Sit up,” he commands.

You do as you’re told immediately and allow him to remove the corset to your dress and the skirt. He tosses them to the side, and you’re left in the under skirt and a loose-fitting gown. Your nipples poke through from under the thin fabric, making Lancelot crazy.

He doesn’t bother to wait – instead, he cups your breasts and teases your nipples through the fabric, making you moan suddenly.

“N-No, I want to feel your skin-” you mewl as you stretch your arms above your head, making the fabric tighten over your breasts.

Lancelot curses under his breath and huffs as he pulls the skirt off and then rips your dress. The cold air makes you shiver, but Lancelot strips himself equally as fast and presses his body to flush yours. “I want you,” he says, lust dripping from his deep voice. “Let me have you.”

The moment you nod your head, Lancelot grips your hips and throws you to the head of the bed so that your head lands on the abundance of pillows. He grinds tip against your wet opening, teasing you shamelessly before he inserts himself into you. It’s fast and his length stretches you wide, making you close your eyes while you adjust to him.

He strokes your hair lovingly and coaxes you to open your eyes. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear my wife scream for me.”

You don’t have a chance to reply properly because Lancelot is pounding in and out of you with alarming power – each thrust pushes you closer to pleasure, and you let yourself put on a show for Lancelot. He grunts as his hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your sides to hold you in place.

Panting heavily, you wrap your legs around Lancelot’s waist so that he can reach further into you – the ridge of his cock rubs against your walls in the most pleasurable way. Your hands fly into his hair, tangling with his golden locks so that you pull slightly when his lips dance across your skin. He continues to mark you while his member rubs the deepest parts of you, and you love it.

Lancelot hardens inside of you, so you release his hair to let your hands explore his muscular back. He groans loudly when your fingers dig into his skin, so you smirk and moan with him, your lewd sounds harmonizing with his heavy breathing. As you arch your back, you push your breasts against his pecs so that your bruised nipples grind against his, coaxing more grunts from the back of Lancelot’s throat.

He wants to be in more control though – dominating your nethers and your neck is not enough. So he catches your wrists and pins your arms above your head. You whine and shake your head, struggling to move from his strong grip. “L-Lancelot, please…”

You feel the knot building up in the pit of your stomach, and you just want him to burst the bubble so you can climax already. It was a tease enough to have to be formal during the wedding, but now he was playing the role of dominant king. You want to please him as much as possible, so you open your eyes but keep them half lidded. “My King… you feel s-so good in me…”

At your words, Lancelot flushes and slows down to look at you. Sweat drips down your skin and mattes your hair against your forehead and neck. Instead of pouding into your mercilessly, he thrusts are deeper but more passionate than before. Like he’s desperate for love and not just sex. “Is this a plot to get me to release you?” His eyes narrow and he brushes away your hair with a hand while the other one keeps you to the bed.

“Maybe…” you toy, sitting up slightly to press your forehead to his. His warm breath tickles your top lip, and you nip his jaw until he hums with happiness. “But I also want you to know how much I love it when you’re in me…”

Lancelot’s pupils dilate and he kisses you forcefully before releasing your hands. They immediately fly to his cheeks and jaw to cup his face while your tongues dance together. With every thrust, your walls clench around his hard cock, and you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

He bites your neck to leave a large hickey just as your eyes roll back from the pleasure. His tip had been teasing your g-spot and when he put your leg over his shoulder, he managed to reach that fated spot. You climax almost immediately, your body trembling slightly as you ride out the high – Lancelot leans over you to kiss you deeper, and you admire his muscles tense as he too reaches his climax.

“(Y/n)...” he groans as his warmth fills you. As soon as he realizes that he’s marked you with his semen, he smirks dangerously and kisses your neck more. His lips are numb and you imagine your torso to be speckled with bruises from his love bites, but you wouldn’t change this moment for the world.

After the two of you have found your breaths, Lancelot pulls out slowly and wraps you in the covers. His arms wrap around your waist to pull you close, ensuring that you would not be able to twist away while sleeping.

The exhaustion from before settles heavily upon your shoulders, so you kiss your husband again, relishing in how sweet he tastes before you nuzzle close to him and let sleep take you to your dreams.

In the morning, you manage to pry Lancelot’s arms off of you so that you can escape to the main hall for breakfast. You thought that no one would be up so early, but you were sorely mistaken. Edgar and Jonah are drinking tea while Kyle fights with Zero for the last muffin. They look at you and laugh, making you blush.

“What is it?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.

Edgar and Kyle continue to laugh despite your sharp glares, and Jonah can’t stop blushing for you. Zero clears his throat and points at your neck. “You did a really bad job hiding that, (Y/n).”

Your hand flies to your neck and you wince at the bruises you had forgotten about.

Before you can tell them to stop teasing you, strong hands wrap around your waist from behind and Lancelot sits his chin on your shoulder. “I think they’re quite lovely on you, my pet. Makes it understood who you married…” He licks your jaw slowly, making everyone stop and stare.

“Lance!” you flush to a deep red and swat his kisses away because you’re beyond embarrassed. “You’re not usually this forward…”

He smiles against your skin. “You’re my wife now, you might as well get used to it.”

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