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#ikeprince smut
villain-hotline · 10 months
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tw: smut, cnc, dacryphilia, overstimulation, size kink, slight sadism.
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having such dirty thoughts about an older bf who wears a blue shirt and slacks. who works so hard in his office and never slacks off but then.. you come in to check on him and suddenly he decides that maybe a little break would suit him well. next thing you know, you're bent over his desk with tears in your eyes as you beg him to stop.
his dick sliding into your soft pussy, with each heavy thrust of his hips. his hand at the back of your neck pressing your cute face down against the hard wooden desk.
"that's it, my pretty little dolly." he coos. his body towering over you. a soft grunt leaving his lips as you tighten around him. you were too cute.
he makes you cum on his cock but instead of stopping, he keeps moving. fucking your cum back into you. his hand moving down to rub against your clit. you cry out in pain.. or was that pleasure ? you're not quite sure but you're practically begging him to stop... too bad he gets turned on to the sounds of your pathetic pleas.
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chaosangel767 · 2 years
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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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Tell me a Story
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. 
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omkookie · 8 months
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"Don't worry. It's just me."
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⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Yandere!Rio, NONCON, somnophilia, choking, unprotected sex. Fem!MC
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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...🩷
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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.
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xxsycamore · 1 year
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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)
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"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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scarletlove2 · 17 days
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MDNI!
Warnings: incest, non-con, poorly written smut and poorly written in general, groping in Jin’s part, spanking in Chevs part, blind fold in claivs part, undergarment stealing in Leon’s part, blow Job in yves part, sharing in and fingering in licht and noktos part, oral in Luke’s part,
Made with a fem reader in mind reader is probably around the ages of 20-22
You know damn well if the princes had a baby sister they’re gonna try and keep you as innocent as possible until they corrupt you enough before a prince of another kingdom can do it.
You’re just so sweet and innocent you can’t blame them for wanting to you corrupt I mean they are called beasts after all,
Jin will summon you into his room to discuss something, as a sucker is lodged between his lips. He then guides you to his bed, holding you down and in position, before removing the sucker from his lips. With his thumb, he’ll gently part your lips as the candy meets your tongue. Meanwhile, his hands explore downward, finding your breasts and groping them through the fabric of your dress. He reassures you that it's customary for a big brother to ensure they are perfect for your future husband to cherish and fondle.
As you enter Chevalier's private library and request to borrow some of his books to pass the time, his irritation steadily mounts. By the third time you approach him, he seizes you, swiftly positioning you over his knee and lifting your skirt. Using your back as a makeshift table, he places his book, his gloved hand descending upon your posterior as you release whimpers of pain. Amid your tearful apologies, he reprimands you for your persistent nuisance before dismissing you. Left with sniffles, watery eyes, and a tender bottom, you should know better than to ask him about borrowing his books, but he has to make sure you know asking stupid questions will get you punish by your future husband he just prepare you for it.
Claivs suggests a surprise awaits in the garden, one meant to be unveiled through touch rather than sight. He carefully blindfolds you with one of his ties, ensuring secrecy as he leads you through the garden to the secluded gazebo nestled within the rose gardens. Seating you on a bench, he gently urges you back against it, delicately lifting your skirt and positioning your leg over his shoulder. His touch glides soothingly up and down your legs, gradually venturing further down your thigh. With a hushed gesture, he presses a finger to your lips, reminding you to maintain silence, a skill essential for your future husband's comfort and satisfaction.
Leon, who will have a sleepover with you, will maintain innocence as you fall asleep. However, unbeknownst to you, he will rummage through your drawers, finding your lace bra and panty sets. He'll discreetly pocket a pair or two before leaving your room. The next morning, he'll send Julius to fetch you, claiming it's for an urgent royal matter. Once in the office, he'll insist you lock the door, citing the need for privacy. Shouldn't you trust your big brother? He'll then approach you, cornering you between himself and the door, producing your undergarments. He'll express disappointment and indicate that punishment is in order, deeming it inappropriate for you to possess such items. After all, your husband wouldn't approve. Thus, he takes it upon himself to administer discipline for your possession of these garments.
Yves will offer to assist you with your makeup, ensuring your lipstick and eye makeup are flawless as you both stroll around town. However, you can't help but notice the lingering stares from men, eyeing you like a naive prey they can devour. Yves, too, observes the way they gaze at your lips as you politely wave and smile, oblivious to their predatory intentions. His frustration mounts until you return to the palace, where his anger radiates palpably. He guides you to your knees, gripping your hair as you take his cock in your mouth, all the while venting about the men in town. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks, and your makeup smudges from the intensity, tears threatening to escape your eyes. you, should be grateful it’s him. Knowing if you get those stares while married your future husband might not be as nice as your big brother,
Licht and Nokto will sandwich you between them during the carriage ride home from Jade after attending a meeting. They'll boldly slide their hands up your skirt or pull down your top to fondle your breasts, teasingly nipping at your neck as they exchange remarks. Pushing your panties aside, they'll explore you intimately, their fingers delving into your depths, all the while bantering with each other. Amidst your moans of pleasure, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of carnal delight, surrendering to the sensations and the allure of their touch. They have to make sure you can take the touch of more than one man in case your husband wants to share you around
Luke simply aims to be a supportive baby brother. In the garden, he attentively tends to your desires while the tea and treats remain untouched. With your hands gripping his hair, his chin adorned with your juices, he devours you fervently, akin to a hungry bear awakening mid-hibernation. He fervently swears that you taste superior to any honey he's ever sampled. His only hope is that your husband shares his appreciation for your juices like he does.
This was very much rushed but I swear to god I’ll have nightmares about how badly I wrote this
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articdelilah · 4 months
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❤︎The subsequent calm❤︎
Keith Howell x MC(Reader)
CW-Mention of nsfw
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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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ikehoe · 2 years
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Play with me [Clavis Lelouch x Reader][Smut]
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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. 
Wordcount ↬ 1.5k 
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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.” 
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tonixe · 2 years
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Heyyy:)) can i please ask for a clavis x reader smut(with lots of fluff as well), thank youu💕💕
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matching・Clavis Lelouch x Reader
genre・Smut 😈with fluff at the end + reader with female genitals
warning・P + V
words・1.75k
+ This is my first ever smut fic, so feel free to judge or criticize this ig. Hopefully, you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait >3 💗
+ Also sorry if it wasn't what you imagine or want. 💖💘💕💞
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Time goes slowly as it passes by...
It felt like time was purposely slowing down; it felt like centuries past without seeing your trouble maker of the prince in the castle doing his princely duties around the kingdom, sitting on the comfortable sofa. Waiting for him to come back, to come back to you in your arms. As you reminisce about his soft touches that were dealt on your body, that you terribly missed.
Sitting down on the soft piece of furniture, wearing one of his jackets he lent to you, still enveloped with his sweet-smelling scent.
Waiting for him. Even if the world was ending, you would be in the exact spot waiting for him to finally come to you, even if it means ignoring your responsibilities as Belle.
As the day becomes night and the night becomes day, you would still return to the same spot. Staring at the window, your sad expression reflects the glass window as for his absence.
That once sad expression soon turned into an expression of beaming joy; seeing horses carrying in a snow-white carriage, hope was still in your heart that he would come, and I guess that same hope was on your side today, rubbing your eyes wake. When you saw that little troublemaker coming down from the carriage.
His dusty purple hair flowed around his handsome face; it felt like forever until you saw him wearing his usual cheeky smile.
Immediately open the door, using all your strength in your body, and run down the stairs to the gate where he arrived—further stopping until you saw him, unharmed and perfectly okay. That little troublemaker of you caused you so much worrying just for him to come; with that cheeky smile of his, you were breathless from the running right in front of him.
"C..clavis," a hoarse whisper came out of you, barely having energy in your voice, smiling at him in joy as your salty tears stained your face, your cheeky turning into a salty stained mess.
"Was I gone for that long?" he said, not.
Even acknowledging what he said and hugging him tightly was surprising to Clavis, especially for you have this comfort of finally having him in your arms made your heart swell.
The worry in you was gone when you got to touch him. When the curtains were drawn, when the time you got to be recovered by the touches and kisses you longed from him. Your leg wrapped around his waist as you both shared a passionate kiss; he was your addiction, someone that you yearned for, finally satisfying your craving for the word love.
Your back hit the soft bed as you both redrew from the kiss, and the wetness between your legs started to ache; being without Clavis in the castle did take a toll on you and your body. "C-clavis...I-" you were shortly overtaken by another deepen kiss than before, your tongues interlinked, moaning from immense pleasure.
Wrapping your hands over his neck, propping yourself and look at him with a hazy expression. "You were worried, weren't you" he whispers while unbuttoning his shirt. You were embarrassed to admit that you genuinely needed him and waited for this moment.
Your gaze follows his slender fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he lowes his fingers to lose off the last buttons, making your core ache further; you didn't know that your body was deprived of the sexual tension. "You're acting like it's your first time, darling; you were lonely without me, weren't you?" Your eyes laid towards his naked chest, his slender fingers slowly traveling to your clothed arousal.
His finger stroked your clothed arousal as he leaned into you, closing the proximity between you as he started nibbling on your ear and rubbing your arousal; the room was engulfed with your moans and whimper of pleasure as your once tidy display turned into disarray and a sensual look. A patch of wet stain was showing on your panty from the sheer fact of your satisfaction,
"Excited, aren't you, princess" he whispers, withdrawing his fingers away from your cloth arousal.
Your whimpers were sounding in the room. "I think it unfair your one being pleased. It would help if you started undressing" his eyes have a glint of desire and lust in them as he licked his finger covered by your essence.
You hurriedly slipped off your pantie, and your hands trembled as you unbuttoned your blouse; his eyes were still laid off your disarrayed figure. As you finally took off your undergarments, you felt small under his gaze, with your naked figure shown, as the glint of desire was established in his eyes; needless to say, it wasn't a lie that he was one of the dangerous beasts of the kingdom, and true to say it wasn't a lie.
The coldness of the air hardens your peaks.
Opening your leg, propping your hand behind you, showing your gaping hole ready to pleasure one of the beasts of the kingdom, giving him the puppy eyes and motioning your eyes between your legs. Your appearance gave off an alluring and seductive look as the tension inside the room turned into a risqué moment.
His eyes were allured to your suggestive position as you scanned his leaned position to see his hardened shaft forming at his pants.
"Clavis...let me pleasure you, and give you good welcoming" smiling at him and tracing your finger from the outline of his chest to the outline of his shaft. For the most part, throwing him off from that alone.
Throwing a suggestive look at him biting your bottom lip, as your dribbling cunt was tempting him to devour you and fuck you mercilessly. As he throws off his briefs and pants, soon being flashed by his hardened shaft making your arousal even more. Your eyes were laid to his post, propping yourself open as your fingers open your cunts lips. As he inserted his shaft into you, you jolted from the spread of pain through your abdomen.
"F-fuck" you hissed out, wishing the 3rd prince would get it over with and fuck you straight.
Digging your nail into his shoulders and throwing your head back, adjusting his size while inside you. "Ready darling?" he whispered, As he snapped his hips, "H-haah," moaning out as the sensation of pleasure in you from the simple moveth. Grinding your hips for the desprate for the delicious friction you craved so bad.
He was once teasing you again.
The moan and the act of reassurance sent the 3rd prince off the charts, triggering that animalistic urge. Placed his head on the small back of your neck and thrust inward while massing your inner wall and left small kisses throughout your neck, as the burning sensation spreading turned into fleets of pleasure. Forcing to jolted up
"C-clavis, stop being such a tease." softening your grip on his shoulders, tilting your pelvis for an entrance to fill the desperate void. "You sure" as he gave you a mocking cheeky smile and caress the fat of your cheeks.
"Please," giving him puppy eyes, finally sending him off the edge. As the message inside his eyes was working to the allure with a lustful gaze, he was still inside as you trusted inside and out of you with a frantic tempo.
As his room was soon filled with your breathy moans and languid pants.
Your exposed bosom bounced up and down from the frantic pace, and the slapping of skin echoed the room. This is the welcoming you wanted to give him as his long departure; as your gaze becomes hazy from the pleasure and the heat of your body increases, your body feels it is on fire. Marking and spreading kisses through your collarbone and breast as he thrust inside you.
"S-shit," you screamed, as the pace was in tempo, feeling that the 3rd prince enjoyed your welcoming gift from the extended pace, the sensations of the pleasure act.
As he was holding your hips securely, thrust inwards and out, "This is a good awakening, princess. I didn't know you were this good at giving gifts"
Giving him a hazy expression as your tongue was loled out. "You look good this way, (MC)" giving you a hard thrust, jolting you up again, moaning out. Stars were flooding your visions as he trusted inside on your walls.
While you let out a shaky breath as he pounded into you, savoring the delicious sensation. Goosebumps spread through your arms, feeling a coil tension pooling throughout your abdomen as he played with your clit. Enjoying the simulation from the sensation of biting the bottom of your lip. "C-clavis, I'm close," you panted out.
Feeling him pulsate inside you, tighten around him inside your inner walls. "Is that so" his pace was more animalistic than ever as his hips collided with you. Your hips stuttering, the brutal pace wearing you out, as you wrap your neck around his neck, your breast bouncing from the tempo.
"C-clavis, I think-"
"Do it, princess," he caresses your hips; soon, your coil snapped as the long crescendo of moans ranged out through the room, your mind shattering.
The heat pooling from your abdomen dropped, linking out of you. Your released your essence, coating his shaft as your body fell limped from the sensation, leaving you weak.
As his thrust becomes sloppier, feeling him pulsate more inside of you noted that he was close and soon feeling the warm sensation. He takes himself out of you and feels his warmness gone as he empties himself on the sheet.
Your body slumped down, your back hitting the bed. Both of your pantings echoed the room, as your body was covered in sweat, your half-lidded look at him, "S-so, did you enjoy your welcoming gift" you panted out, your legs exposed, still dripping from your earlier release.
His body was caved over you, "Mhm," he panted out, "you always give the best gifts, darling," playing with your hair and kissing and planting hickies on your neck.
As you both share a passionate and sweet kiss, "M'thats good."
"Say, your gift was wonderful darling, let me repay you for it, sharing a hot bath together" as he nuzzled your neck and massage your bosoms. Biting down your bottom lip holding your moans back, from the pleasure "Doesn't that sound good, princess"
Letting out a breathy moan, "Ngh-y-yeah...it doesn't sound good," he soon carried your limped body and walked to his grand bathroom chamber.
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villain-hotline · 1 month
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pretty when you cry [mdni]
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tw: dacryphilia, noncon, yandere, manipulation, choking, toxic relationship, baby trapping, breeding.
a/n: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP
your boyfriend is a handsome man. even more handsome when he has tears brimming on his waterline. you looked down at the tall, handsome man who was now kneeling at your feet.
"stop y/n!" he almost screamed. his voice echoing in his home. "please y/n, stay with me," he begged.
he grabbed your leg holding you from walking away. you shook your leg, attempting to pull away from him. you just needed some space that is all. you wanted a little break to just collect your thoughts and focus on your job/school. yet, he saw this as a break up. his pretty hair pushed back as he gazed up at you, tears rolling down his face. you bit you lip. it would be a lie to say you weren't heavily attracted to the way he looked right now. part of you wanted to hold his face in your hands, wipe his tears away and kiss him until the pain was gone. while the other part... oh the other part of you wanted to cum all over that sad face of his. the same sadness that was mixed with desperation as he pleaded with you to stay.
stay.
stay.
"i'll wait for you babe." he cried. "just don't leave me."
"you're so pathetic." the words rolled out without you realising it and oh fuck you wished you had not said that to him. he sniffed, letting go of your leg. you wasted no time in turning around to run- only to feel him grab your arm. he held you in his grip, forcing you to turn to face him.
"pathetic?" he asked, his eyes burning with a sick mix of emotions. your heart skipped a beat as he towered over you, his aura menacing. "you can't leave me." his words changed, "you will not leave me." he pulled you towards him, kissing your face, like a puppy.
you squirmed in his grip. he pushed you down on the floor. you ass hitting the hard ground. now there was a shift in control. he began to undo his belt as he stalked towards you, tears still staining his pretty face.
"i'm your true love y/n, you were made for me," he cried as he dropped to his knees between your legs. with one swift movement, he wrapped the belt around your neck and tightened it. you fought back, kicking, pushing but nothing worked. he tightened the belt and suddenly it felt difficult to breathe. you choked out a cough. mouth falling open to gasp for breath.
what happened to your sweetheart boyfriend? the darling who was just crying on his knees for you? he placed both arms on either side of you, trapping you under him.
"look i was just joking." the words coming out as a mumble. your boyfriend nodded, faking empathy as he leaned to the side and wrapped the other end of the belt around the leg of the dinning table. was he really tying you up like some dog?
"you sick fuck, let me go." you shouted while tugging at the knot. but he did not care.
"oh, you haven't seen sick fuck yet." and it was true, because the only thing on his mind was keeping you from leaving. regardless of how fucked up it might be. that's when he had a brilliant idea. no for real- this was a one of a kind idea that would lock you to him forever.
"baby." he reached for your pants, tugging it down with strength you did not even know he had. "i'll fuck a baby into you and then you won't be able to leave me."
your eyes widened at his words. you... you weren't ready for a baby. you kicked at him, but he easily grabbed your ankles, moving his larger hand down to behind you knees. he pushed your legs at an angle, and folded you in half. without warning he pushed into you. a scream ripped from your throat as you cried. oh how the tables have turned. now you're the one begging him to stop. you felt him breaking through your gummy rings of flesh. bullying his cock into you in the worst way. he leaned over you, pressing his body weight on you. his pretty, tear stained face inches from yours as he slowed his pace.
"you're so pretty when you cry. you make me wanna cum all over your face."
oh the irony.
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boyfriend: REO FUCKING MIKAGE, isagi yoichi, kuon wataru, tamaki amajiki, oikawa toru, yves kloss, rio ortiz, clavis lelouche, leviathan, chifuyu matsuno, MAHITO, yuuta, choso.
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norel-ravenclaw · 1 year
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To Catch A Thief
- Part 2 -
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Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)
Featured character: Sariel Noir
Genre: Erotic Romance, Thief x Officer AU
Rating: 18+
Word count: 3900+
Description: Officer!Sariel AU where mc is a master thief that finally, unexpectedly gets caught. He takes her back to the prison and... makes her an offer she can't refuse. It's all very kinky and self-gratifying and eventually turns into filthy smut ✨but with feelings✨ This is absolutely insane and so kinky and I’m awful with characterization but whatever
WARNINGS: | nsfw | bondage | prisoner / kidnapped sort of | dub con | it's kinky, just beware | power play | mild knife play | object insertion | pet names: good girl, pet, master, ect. | fingering | piv | unsafe sex | getting hot and heavy in a prison cell and sex in an office if you must know | mxw |
Available here on tumblr and wattpad. Should I get an ao3? 😅 Post, repost this, I only care whether people can find the other parts lol. I suck at writing so idk what I’m even doing but here we gooo
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Between two fingers, he holds up my old tattered kerchief, embroidered with a phoenix - the only clue to my past. I gasp in surprise, and he chuckles. He was definitely a pickpocket in a past life. "Though if I am completely honest, I also want the chance to discipline and train you. I like your subtle fire, and your trembling. You suit my tastes well~"
A squeak of surprised indignation escapes me as he tucks the handkerchief into my blouse, his fingers brushing the skin of my breast as he does. I stare at him, feeling so very vulnerable.
His lips part, and he leans in close. "So? Will you surrender to me, kitten? Or will you resist?" A wicked laugh makes me shiver. "Although I don't mind if you want both~ I can be as obliging or as evil a master as you wish~"
A strange desire fills me, one that I've been trying to ignore this entire time. Now it screams at me, impossible to silence. Sariel seems to see this. Tracing the collar of my blouse, he pauses by the kerchief. The way his voice shifts even lower, almost a growl, makes me tremble anew. "There is curiosity in your eyes, my lady. Do you want me to make you mine?"
This beautiful devil has such an intensity in his eyes, I cannot look away. My heart pounds. Do I want this? Is it riskier than going to prison? Than going back on the streets and back to a life of stealing and barely getting by? Do I want to subject myself to his whims and desires...?
"W-what will you do with me?" I whisper, fearful as much as hopeful.
The devil smiles and leans in close, his lips nearly brushing mine. "Mm, punishment is still in order. Perhaps the way to strip the pride of the West River thief is... to strip you bare." His hands grip my hips, and I feel the whip press against my thigh. "I will make you scream~"
Oh god... My eyes flick up to his. The look in his eyes let me know - I'm in so much trouble. He chuckles, his lips teasing the corner of my mouth. "Be a good girl for me, and your punishment will be... gentler." I gasp as he nibbles my jaw.
"P-please..." I manage to say. The pressure of his teeth on my skin gives way to a soft kiss, and the hand on my hip loosens its grip.
"Mm. Don't be afraid, my dear." At last, his lips meet mine. His kiss is surprisingly sweet at first, and then increases in force. He nips my lip and groans. The godly sound sends a frisson of pleasure straight to my core.
"You've made the right choice, and I will reward you for it. After I break you~" A whimper escapes my throat as the tip of his whip makes its way to my chest, circling the peak of my sensitive breast. I can't help but freeze, my breath suddenly coming shorter.
His gorgeous eyes meet mine, a somber look within. "You have known unkind touch before, haven't you, kitten? Never fear, when I say my ministrations will be better than theirs, I mean to make it so good that you will forget all that have come before now - before me. This devil will banish every demon for you." Again, his kiss is tender, this one reassuring.
My lips, although untrained, return his kiss. The longer he lingers, the more eagerly I do so. His whip is traded for his hand on my breasts, and I moan as he squeezes. I reflexively arch into the touch and he hums in approval.
"Good girl," he croons, his lips traveling to nibble my ear.
My breath is shaky, and I fully surrender myself to his desires. "Ah...! Sir..."
He stops and pulls back to look me in the eye. "Sariel."
I look back at him, surprised. "Sariel..."
For the second time, he allows me to see that gentle smile, so warm and kind. "That's a good girl." He kisses me again, this time not holding back. I am consumed in the power and heat of his kiss as he thrusts his tongue inside. It's like being devoured by a starving beast. It would seem that I am a reward for him, and strangely, nothing in me resists the idea. Not when there is a whisper of hope for a future for me. Imagine, a future with him...? What kind of dark fairytale is this?
He pushes me back against the cold stone wall, and I whimper into his mouth as his hands grope and map my body's shape. Bringing one to my head, he threads his fingers into my hair to hold me in place, moving me according to his own whims as he ravages my mouth. There is something oddly cathartic to this surrender. His tongue dominates every part of my mouth, training my own. Every sinful sound he makes enslaves my body like bolts of lightning, arching and throbbing in answer to this primal dance. I never knew such wanton, insatiable desire existed within me.
A gasp leaves me as he rips my blouse open, a button falling to the floor. He kneads my breasts beneath his large hands while diving back in to kiss me. My still-shackled hands clench behind my back, and I moan at the sensation. He draws out reactions from my body, manipulating his new toy masterfully.
I open my eyes slightly, which he seems to sense. He opens his eyes, not breaking contact as he sucks on my tongue. The blazing desire and possessive, predatory gleam in his eyes makes me shiver. I'm held captive, literally and figuratively, trembling in my new master's arms as he has his way with me.
He finally pulls away to let me gasp for breath. "S-Sariel..."
Those gorgeous eyes widen, and his own panting for breath leaves his mouth hanging open as he stares at me. "Shit."
Suddenly I'm being pulled away from the wall, and my blouse hastily rearranged to cover my breasts. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders in an attempt to give me improved modesty. "With me," he orders, huddling me close to him and out of the room.
He marches me quickly back into the prison entryway, around the front desk and towards a staircase in the back leading to the offices upstairs. When the officers give us inquisitive looks, he snaps at them, "As you were. I am not to be disturbed unless the world itself is ending."
The pair instantly cast their eyes down and salute. "Y-yes sir!"
My heart hammers in my chest, my head still hazy with pleasure as I am guided up the carpeted stairs. Once in front of a door at the end of the hall, a metallic clinking automatically makes me step backward. Sariel's eyes flick up to mine. He chuckles knowingly at my reflex and hastily unlocks the door to his... extraordinary office.
Even in the dim moonlight, the opulence and quality of his furnishings and trophies is evident. But he does not give me long to admire the decor, shoving me against the wall the instant the door is locked. I gasp as his mouth crashes into mine once again. My eyes fly open as he grabs my thigh, hitching it around his waist. He sucks at my neck and does the same with the other leg, pushing me up, and allowing me to feel just how hard he is. A sound I've never heard before is jerked out of me as he aggressively grinds against my mound.
He breaks the kiss with a purr and sighs in my ear, hastily hanging up his hat on the stand next to the door. "Naughty thing," he pants. "I've never done something like this in my office. What have you made of me, minx?" All I can do is blink at him, and he laughs, his kiss-drunk smile reminding me of a beast smiling with a mouth of fangs.
I shriek as he easily hoists me up in one arm, carrying me over to the exquisite sofa. He drops me on the cushions and smirks down at me as he loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves. I squirm against the rich fabric as he straddles me. There is no escaping as he runs a finger down to once again undo the buttons on my blouse. He draws a small dagger from somewhere in his sleeve, making me gasp as he cuts my bandeau bra. Instinctively, I hold my breath as he lets the tip lightly rest on my skin.
"Shall I take you with the cuffs on or off?" Sariel asks. "Will I take you home tonight in your own shirt, or mine?" When I give no answer, he smirks. "Mine it is~"
I watch his hands carefully cut off my blouse, leaving my torso completely naked to him. He pauses to take me in - a sharp breath evidencing what he thinks of me - before wasting no more time in removing the rest of my clothes, then his shirt. Holding his tie, he looks to me as though considering something, and I wonder why until he manhandles me onto my side. He unlocks the cuffs and replaces them with the silk tie. Leaning down, he nibbles the shell of my ear. "Let it not be said that this devil does not take good care of what belongs to him."
He smiles as he drops the cuffs to the floor. I take a steadying breath, lying once again on my back as he makes a show of taking off his boots and trousers, then his glasses. I avert my eyes as he climbs back on top of me, but he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Ah, is my kitten shy? No need to be, darling. This view belongs to you now~"
I swallow hard and allow myself a peek downwards. The sight of his hardness and shock of black hair makes me throb, and the whole effect leaves me flushing from head to toe. Slightly dizzy with arousal and anticipation, I decide that admiring the rest of his muscular form is much safer. I try not to think of his toned thighs as they force mine apart.
The cold air makes me shiver, and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss my chest. "Don't worry, I'll make you plenty warm before we leave, pet." I whimper as his teeth tease the tender skin around my nipples, erect from his ministrations. My thighs clench - around his - as he sucks on the hardened tips. While my hands strain at the silk tie, his run under my waist as I arch into him.
Sariel's lips touch and suck at every inch of skin across my chest and stomach, leaving a garden of blooming roses only to be seen in tomorrow morning's light. I whimper, overwhelmed with arousal and the thrill of helplessness as a hand goes down to massage and knead my thigh. He pauses after sucking on the curve of my breast to remove his glove with his teeth. Tossing it aside, those lithe fingers move to the more sensitive flesh of my inner thigh and upwards.
"Good girl, be still for me," he orders. I gasp and jolt as his chilled finger brushes my most sensitive spot. My wide eyes meet his as he moves in for another kiss. He plays with my damp folds, exploring and rubbing my sex, back to my taint and up again. Just as his lips touch mine, he slowly slips a fingertip inside me. I can't hold back my whimpers as he begins to stimulate my inner walls.
He growls against my mouth, his eyes heavy with lust. "You are so honest with your sounds and body, I love it. Such a good girl." Those beautiful lips quirk in a grin as I mewl, that fingertip finding the perfect spot inside me. His teeth tease my lip between them as he rubs at that spot.
I arch against him and whine. "Sariel...! Mmph!" He kisses and sucks at my neck and collarbone, soon adding a second finger. I moan wantonly, bucking against his hand as he pushes his fingers deeper. The louder I get, the more ragged his breathing becomes. That alone is driving me to distraction.
When he adds a third finger, the wet sound that profanes the beautiful office makes me freeze. He groans out loud and speeds up his hand, not allowing me to be still for long. I bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as he roughly coaxes a spiraling pleasure in me. But as soon as I do, he stops.
I whimper pitifully and buck against his hand again, chasing the quickly abating pleasure. Looking up at him, he truly does look like a devil on top of me. His jet black hair sticks to his forehead, his amethyst eyes nearly glowing in the moonlight. He kneels between my legs and removes his hand entirely. "Now now, kitten. Don't you know it's naughty to bite your master? However shall I punish you?"
The sadistic delight in his voice chills me more than the loss of warmth from his body on mine. I look up at him, panting and trembling, hardly able to think let alone answer. He chuckles and reaches over my leg down to the floor. I actively try to ignore the feeling of his hard erection pressing into my leg as he bends down. When I see what he's retrieved, I recoil slightly.
"...Sariel?"
He plays with the whip, bending it lightly between his hands. I've never seen a look like this in his eyes, and I can't help but shiver. His kiss-swollen lips part as he leans forward, running the tip of the handle along my stomach. I can't look away from his face as he rubs it between my breasts, and then downward. My eyes widen in shock as he... continues trailing it lower.
My hips buck as he rubs the round end of the whip against my clit, quickly increasing my pleasure once again. I whine and squirm as he brings it lower, rolling it around my dampened folds, then pressing it to my entrance.
"Ah ah, be a good girl and accept your punishment," he drawls, holding my hips still as he pushes the handle inside me.
I mewl at the intrusion, gasping as my body throbs, trying to repel it before pulling it in deeper. My sensitive nerves are alight with pleasure, but as he slowly starts to thrust it inside me, it suddenly becomes unbearably good. I desperately press my lips to my master's shoulder to muffle my cries.
He purrs and strokes my hip. I'm glad to have my face hidden as the sound of my own wetness fills the room. "That's it, pet, take your punishment~"
It's not long before he has me at the brink of ruin. I finally let my head fall back to the pillow and look up at him, my eyes full of tears. "P-please, it's too much. I can't... I-it's..."
The devil's eyes lose none of their amusement as he smiles down at me. "Don't worry, darling. Let it happen. It's alright." His hand speeds up, and I'm forced to surrender to the feeling. It crashes over me, my whole body convulsing and writhing in euphoric bliss as I come undone. Of course, he shows me no mercy whatsoever, pumping it even harder and faster than before to hold me captive to the waves of unbearable pleasure until they've retreated.
I pant desperately, my hips still bucking against his hand. The sound the whip makes as he slowly pulls it out of me makes me look away in scandalized shame, only to be outdone spectacularly by the sight of him licking my cream off it it. My jaw drops at the utterly unholy sight. His smirk is completely unapologetic as he runs his tongue along the handle, then tosses it aside. I'm suddenly held in his embrace, his strong arm around my waist, hugging my sweat-slicked skin to his.
"Good girl," he croons, kissing up my throat. "How did it feel to come for me, mm?" I gasp and try to look away, blushing more fiercely than I ever have. He chuckles and moves his head to capture my lips. "Rel... I can't wait a second longer..."
I feel his hand reach between our hips, whimpering as he aligns his leaking tip to my entrance. He kisses me deeply as he slowly pushes it inside me as far as he can go. My body arches against him, and I whine into his mouth. He is much larger than the whip... Panting against his lips, my oversensitive walls stretch to accomodate his steel hard length.
"Ahh... fu- mm, so tight," he growls. He is rigid with tension as he stops, as deep inside me as he can be.
We still, breathing hard as we feel each other throb. I mewl helplessly as he begins languidly grinding his hips against mine, my own bucking involuntarily in turn.
"Sariel...! Mmph! I...!"
He moves a hand up to stroke my hair reassuringly. "That's it, kitten, just like that. You're alright. So good for me."
I can't help but melt against him, finally relaxing at the sound of his voice. "Sariel..."
"Yes, ahh... You're mine now. I'm going to take care of you." He kisses my face slowly, almost worshipfully. The act is more intimate than anything I've ever experienced before. It steals my breath away, and another piece of my heart. "Rel... My dear."
Swallowing hard, he moves back to look down at me. Slowly, he pulls out partway, then sinks back into my hot wetness. A tremor runs through him, and he groans. The sight makes me throb around him, and he smirks. "Mm, such a good fucking girl, aren't you? So good for me..."
I moan loudly as he begins thrusting. My legs wrap around his waist, and I'm lost to him completely. I wish I could hold onto him as he rocks into me, but having my hands bound... the helplessness only increases my pleasure. We watch each other's faces for a moment, intoxicated.
He then shifts angles, and I nearly scream as the veins in his cock drag along the perfect spot inside of me. The beast growls and kisses me, tugging my hair and digging his fingers into my hip to hold me still as his thrusts increase in speed and force. I can hardly kiss him back as he ravages me, consumed in him, lost in bliss.
"M-master..." I manage to stutter.
Sariel forces his tongue into my mouth with a moan, pulsing it against my own in time with his thrusts. The effect is so hot that I reach the edge then and there. He feels my body tensing, and fucks his hard length into me faster. I arch against him, my clit rubbing deliciously against his abs with every thrust. When I tip over the edge, I suck on his tongue, hard.
He holds me against him as I come, this time so much more intense as his hot manhood fills me so deeply. And this time, it lasts so much longer. I scream as the euphoria consumes me, nearly making me black out. "Sariel! Sariel, please!"
"Good girl, that's it. Shit, I'm going to come too..." He pants against my neck as he furiously chases his own high, fucking me into overstimulation. My cries and pleas for mercy aren't heard as he pistons into me, never losing his rhythm. When he reaches the edge, his groans in my ear are enough to make me come again. I sob against his hair, gushing around his length as he pours his seed deep inside me. "Rel... Rel, oh my god.. Fuck...!"
My hips buck against his as the rest of my body goes limp from the pleasure. Sariel pumps every drop of his seed into me, drawing out our pleasure as long as he can before finally going still inside me. He pants hard, kissing my neck sloppily. A hand beside my head keeps some of his weight off of me, but he's trembling. "Sariel..."
"Rel. Rel..." My name falls from his lips like a prayer as he nuzzles my jaw, peppering it with kisses. Is this what is's like to be a devil's lover? A devil that was once surely an angel, to have such a sweet side. He surprises me by reaching underneath our bodies to tug on the end of the tie, releasing my hands at last.
I manage to get them out from under me, quickly grabbing his waist as he begins to pull out. "W-wait. I... need to feel you i-inside me still. Please."
His eyes meet mine, slightly clearer from the post-high haze. He looks almost startled by my request. But then his arms are around me, his nose rubbing against my breasts. "You're going to be the death of me, woman," he mutters.
The effect is so bizarrely adorable that I can't help but breathe out a laugh, finally able to run my trembling hands into his silky hair. Feeling emboldened, I whisper into his ear, "I like being your captive, master."
Those devilish eyes rise, his expression dark and full of mischief as he pushes his cock back down the hilt inside of me. I gasp and moan, and he chuckles triumphantly. "Don't tease the devil, kitten. You don't know how insatiable we can be. I'll make you regret this."
"Mm, really?" I tease breathlessly.
He nips my lower lip. That saccharine voice is sin itself as he whispers, "I'll ravage you so many times that my cum will drip out of you until morning, pet~"
The furious blush returns to my... entire body. He wins this one... damn.
Sariel laughs at my silence, the sound morphing into a satisfied groan as I continue to throb around him. "Mm, don't stop," he mutters, and I remember to keep petting his hair. "...good girl."
We fall into a comfortable silence, finally letting our hearts and breath settle.
Outside, the earliest rays of morning light are beginning to end the night. Something is beginning. What, I cannot yet guess. I only hope that there might be more moments like this, with this devil - sweet, safe, almost feeling... loved. Wanted. Very nearly, though perhaps delusionally, hopeful.
Is there a place for a thief in the part of the world that lives in the light? Well, if anyone can find and make a place like that, it's Sariel Noir. If he - a thief and a street rat - could make a life for himself, then at his side, perhaps miracles really can happen.
For this quiet moment, I'll allow myself to dream.
~To be continued?~
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Part 1 - https://www.tumblr.com/norel-ravenclaw/701455046880182272/to-catch-a-thief
Part 2 - https://www.tumblr.com/norel-ravenclaw/701468521534799872/to-catch-a-thief
Part 3 - https://www.tumblr.com/norel-ravenclaw/713648702965923840/to-catch-a-thief
Part 4 - https://www.tumblr.com/norel-ravenclaw/720068739031269376/to-catch-a-thief
Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you have suggestions on how to improve my writing. But pls be nice bc I am a soft sad bean <3
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chaosangel767 · 2 years
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Chevalier and gn reader please. Smut prompt 20 & dialog prompt 25 please. I can't wait to see how spicy you make it. 🔥🔥
I had so much fun with this one Anon ^-^ I hope you enjoy ❤️❤️
The Private Library
Fandom: IkePrince
Pairing: Chevalier x GN!Reader.
Prompt: "Hey, I can’t hug you properly when you are behind me” “Then turn around.”& "I want you right now"
Type: smut
Warning: Spanking, penetration, fingering
WC: 561
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"I've been looking everywhere for you" the displeased voice whispers in your ear. You shut your eyes and tilt your head back to the King. His hands press your body to his, feeling his hardness brush against your ass. You can barely contain the moan that threatens to fall from your lips. The simple gesture has so many emotions flooding your core. You just want him to fuck you already, why does he tease you so?
You feel a hand come up to your lips and you open your mouth, obediently sucking on the gloved fingers. The leather feels good against your tongue and you shut your eyes, little mewls escaping from around his gloves. You feel his other hand slip from your hips to your ass. Fucking your mouth with his fingers, his hand comes down on your ass, causing a louder yelp to fall from yuor lips.
"Oh if you only knew how badly I want to turn this ass red right now" the words fuel your desires and you absent-mindedly shift into him, almost begging him to make good on his words. A dry chuckle falls from his lips and he shoves more of his finger in your mouth before bringing his other hand a few more times on your ass. Baring you waist down, he caresses the sore marks that appear before leaving a few more. Finally his fingers leave your mouth and you make the most out of it.
"Please King Chevalier, please" you beg, feeling his fingers tease your entrance. Looking up into the icy blue eyes you see them darken. His fingers finally slip inside and you gasp, feeling him stretch you out. You attempt to muffle your sounds, feeling his hand trail back to your waist to steady you.
"I want you right now, get on the chair and face the back" Chevalier commands and you don't think twice.
As soon as you are positioned, kneeling on the chair facing the back, you hear a bucke coming undone. The king wraps one arm completely around you and positions you so that you are lined up to his cock.
He sheathes himself impatiently in one thrust and you let out a breathy moan. Your head falls into your arms, your body quickly growing used to the King's length. Lifting one of your legs slightly, Chevalier sets a brutal pace. Your muffled moans turn into cries of his name as you are guided closer to the edge, your lover not far behind. His head falls on your shoulder, his soft pants the only hint of how close he is. Your orgasm bursts, sending your vision reeling as the nerves in your body alight. Swearing at the sensation of your orgasm around his length the King fully sheathes himself and releases. You shut your eyes, feeling the King stay in place for just a moment, his arms wrapping around your waist.
"Hey, I can't hug you properly when you are behind me" you protest and the King snorts, finally withdrawing from you. You hear his belt again.
"Then turn around" the simple words are followed by him tenderly helping you turn, fixing your clothes and sitting next to you. You wrap your arms around the King, clinging to him and keeping your face in his neck as you bask in the silence of the private library.
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omkookie · 3 months
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♡ Things Rio has said during sex ♡
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“Baby- fuck… oh, one more pleeeeeasee”
“Take it slow… good girl, you're doing so well.”
“Can I cum inside? Pretty please, Please~”
“You're so beautiful. Fuck, no, don't cover your chest! let me see all of you”
“This slutty pussy is so fucking beautiful”
“I'd say you're enjoying this because of how tight your pussy is around my cock”
“My dick is better than his, right? Say I'm right you pretty bitch.”
“Oh fuck…fuck..fuck fuck..noo…I don't wanna cum this fast”
“Baby don't tease me, please just put it in”
“I’m just your dumb little manslut~~ please fuck me”
"mommy, I want you so bad"
"Call me your good boy again...mmh..that gets me going"
"Sorry, I think I broke your headboard."
"What?! Noo! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to curse! I'll be a good boy, please, I promise! let me cum!"
"I'm jealous... Tell me this pussy is all mine~"
"You're so wet for me, Does hearing me beg turn you on this much?"
"No, No, No! Not here!!! Sariel will catch us... Wait, don't stop!"
"I love you so much...mmh.. I love you more than anything and anyone, more than life itself."
"...Babe, your cat just walked in... it's staring at us."
"You look so good in this dress, keep it on."
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xxsycamore · 1 year
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—𝘐𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘪𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴
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► SYNOPSIS:
Silvio Ricci gets a taste of his own medicine. [[heed the tags & author's note]]
▍silvio ricci x gender neutral reader
▍rating: E
▍tags: Silvio tops; Casual sex; Swearing; Name-calling; Silvio insults the reader some but so do they; Teasing; Biting; Crying; Light masochism; Silvio has a sensitive neck; Cumming inside; Reader plays with Silvio's feelings but he deserves it for being an ass; Come marking; Making a mess; Mild blood; Violence
▍wordcount: 2,000
▍a/n: be warned, this story might not be everyone's cup of tea. I aimed for a reader that is as "bad" as silvio, and perhaps not many can project into that. He would by no means treat the mc exactly the same way as he does the reader here, i'm sure about that, haha.
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"The rumors must be wrong," you conclude early, speeding up somewhere ahead of Silvio just to make him be the one to close the door behind you. The loud thud from his kick hardly disrupts your speech. "I've heard you indulge the ones who enter your bed more pompously… yet for me, no roses and champagne, no dangly little gifts from across the seas. I'm hurt."
"You talk too much." Silvio cuts, slumping himself against a soft-cushioned couch, as if declaring that this would be taken to bed only if it means dragging his weight to there.
Too bad that it hardly matters to you 'where' when the 'how' is way more intriguing. You straddle his hips with the enthusiasm of someone welcoming his lover from a winter-long campaign, and he cringers. He hates how his dick has another option about it, as soon as it feels the warmth of another sex against it.
With you, it's never straight to the point. He could surprise you with the cleverest makeshift mouthgag in the world and you'd still manage a way to speak to him in your innerving language. He doesn't bother with it anymore, much preferring to create noise than to cancel the one coming from you. Barging into random guestrooms saved for the less special guests, bedsprings creaking cheaply into the night; hallways that echo the filthy wet sounds of coupling. For one, it drives everyone in close radius away in almost laughable fashion and he gets amused. On the flipside, he gets dangerously alone with you.
He grabs a fistful of intricate necklaces and haphazardly pulls them over his head, his perfect fringe getting its first portion of disheveling for the night. He puts them on you instead, like it's regalia. You better hurry up and shake these hips soon if you so intend to make his dick your seat for the night.
Fingers begin to dance a courting dance as you undo the buttons of his shirt with no dangly loops of obstacle in the way. His skin is nice and warm to the touch. His pelvis all but presses back into your hands the moment you drag your weight further back his lap in order to work his belt undone.
"Don't you hate yourself sometimes for wanting my cock so much?"
He has more reason to adorn a nasty smirk than you do in the moment, but honesty is always less ugly. "Never."
His humming means a lot and nothing at all in the same time. Before he can say more, he is presented with a very tight embrace, head getting shoved into your chest as you cling to him as if the tar-black sea depths are behind your back.
"Prepare me, please… I'm scared of your big cock."
He scoffs in absurdity, recalling hushed thirsts in dark corners and declarations of it 'hurting so good'. His arms even have to fight their way out of the tight hug to comply with that wish. Deft fingers get to your spasming hole in record time as he loses no time to plunge two of them inside, pumping slowly.
You gasp and let your lips stay parted; Silvio seems concentrated in fingering you and you brush your mouth against his in the meanwhile. You trash your head away before he can get the idea you're initiating a kiss.
The blunt head of his cock rubs your hole, slipping in occasionally and making you gasp, yet he denies the entrance. Feeling in control makes him finally, finally enjoy something else than the rush of endorphins at the end of that damned act. He seats you down.
"Haah… here you go, you took it like a champ. I knew you can." He mockingly claps his hands twice or thrice, the sound of his palms coming together dry and irritating.
You squirm and make a marionette out of yourself as his cock ignites all pleasure-spot-fuses and the fire spreads. You do what is expected of you and gain sense slowly, grabbing into his shoulders for support. Slamming yourself down on him balls deep, you grind your bottom, then slowly ascent. On the fourth, fifth, sixth time, the dance gets less precise. You love it when he has to guide you, tongue clicking, warm palms on your bared ass.
You two move as one, each chasing individual peak, yet the goals meeting in the middle. Just another mutual gain deal glazed with forget hospitality, he is expert at those. At least you don't cost him much effort at this point, as you start finding his way back to him uninvited. It's a shame his dick feels better at your mercy than at anyone else's - it gets in his way when he tells himself there is nothing special to you.
Your moans spill in the night and you purposely curl them around the edges. Silvio can pick on the exaggerated ones but still marvels at the rest. You really need it bad tonight, perhaps worse than him.
"Whore."
Your answer is only to moan louder, living up to the name he gave you. He knows the way you clenched is not entirely part of the act, and smirks, repeating, "Whore."
Your hips speed up, knees brushing hurtfully even in those soft cushions. Slowing down is a must at this point if you don't want the night to be short. And it seems like you're set on your mind.
Silvio slaps your ass and his nails bite into it when you refuse to stop. His eyes are blurred with excited arouse even when he widens them in alert.
"Yours." You voice cracks around the single word and you mask it with another moan.
"I don't want to own you." he breathes heavily, hating his voice coming out strained like that, "I only own pretty things."
"Too bad owning them won't make you any less ugly."
Rage fuses with arouse as Silvio swears at you colorful words in his language that somehow you haven't heard of before.
If anyone is to see you two from afar,
They'd say you deserve each other.
Even if using all your strength, you won't able to outpower him, and it's a fact. You keep moving up and down in deranged pace that is designed to send both of you to culmination. With each rise and fall on his cock, Silvio feels like you're stepping on his throat, mocking him. He summons his mind to snap out of the pleasure of being controlled like that, he'd puke his guts afterwards if he surrenders to that ugly confession. The memory of guiding your hands to wrap around his neck shouldn't ever come to surface with a fresh example again.
It's when you bite his neck that he snaps, grabbing a harsh hold of your bottom guaranteed to leave bruises. It would be so easy to manhandle you off his cock, push your face down into the couch and have the game played by his rules. Yet, when he gets presented with that power, he doesn't know what to do with himself. You moan out submissively to him, pain numbing your cockiness - you give him control and he does nothing.
You start to wonder if he can even cum anymore while doing the old routine of fucking yet another bitch in doggy style; it's no wonder he doesn't flip you on your knees.
You can be good and help him out.
Daring, you test the restraints, nibbling on his neck. It's not like you're just now learning of his erogenous zone, but ignoring it on purpose in some of your sessions is more fun.
His hands fall off, empty palms turned upwards hanging in the air for few seconds. He fixes his grip on your waist instead, leaving you with enough room to lead the movement.
It doesn’t take much once you speed up, feeling his cock twitch and swell inside. Your hole hugs him oh so nicely, warm and tight for him alone, for a second seeming like it simply serves him.
You cum first, getting lost in your own game. The pleasure peaks and you're sincere when you call out his name. Despite your better opinion of associating Silvio with ugliness, his name sounds beautiful said out loud. Sil-vi-o. Silver tongue, seawater; salt, venom, viciousness, Silvio.
It's very married-couple-in-love of him to cum so downright simultaneously with you but here he goes. He moves you up and down when strength leaves your legs, and he fucks his cum into you like he intends to mark you inside-out. Your depths are coated thick and warm, and the profanities are almost melodic when he groans like that. You love how he gives you every last drop, not bothering to get his cock as soon as possible out of you but quite the contrary.
He looks at you after what feels like eternity but for your much-alive still, twitching sexes, it's merely seconds. His icy blue eyes bore into yours and widen with shock.
"Why are you crying?"
You snicker through the sniffles, labeling yourself as pathetic at this moment.
"Because… I love you, Silvio."
He pales.
The room becomes so still, so quiet with the lack of as much as the sound of breathing being heard. Silvio searches something more to fall from your lips in the absence of his breaths rudely interrupting you. Soon his breath runs out and he huffs out with brows knitting together, puzzled and with a storm of things to say casting on the tip of his tongue.
"Pfft."
A hitched breath.
"Ahahaha!"
Your laugh undoubtedly sounds exaggerated from the side; but your face brightens up so much as you finally release the laugher that has been building behind your lips. It's ringing merrily in the dimly lit room, and you're honestly just waiting for Silvio to shut you up but it never comes. Another set of tears stream down to wash away the ones from before, and they're born from different sources.
You better get up before Silvio remembers how to speak again. He must have been training that resting-bitch-face of his a lot, you didn't expect it to see it adorning his ugly features so soon.
Using his shoulders for balance, you get up from the gross, softened cock that gave you so much pleasure previously. Instead of making this as fast and as inconsequential as possible, you linger over him, looking down at the place where you have been joined. His cum starts to leak out, and you let it. It dirties the front of Silvio's pants while he is busy being out of his mind.
"Oh, you dirty whore."
You fight the urge to say Welcome back, Silvio, and instead roll your eyes at him. "This is getting old. Get creative."
Silvio huffs out a laugher, not knowing himself where it came from. He starts fantasizing how to take you next, but his naughty thoughts are interrupted by the sight of you fixing your clothing.
You grab into the necklaces and unceremoniously throw them at the glossy marble floor with a horrific jiggle. Their quality is put the ultimate test but no runaway beads roll underneath furniture; not that Silvio cares.
He understands what it would mean to call back to you and stop you from leaving. He can't deal with being more grossed at himself any more tonight.
Blowing a kiss behind your shoulder, you leave.
The night is still so, so damn young. Sleep would never come to him. Being alone would be agonizing. Getting his shit together and going downstairs where another high-society gathering is taking place is unthinkable. He'd puke at the sight of a flirting woman right now.
With the rage of a man deemed to suffer until his last breath, Silvio screams his lungs; the sound masking the one of a shoved down decorative table nearby. His knuckles get stupidly bruised to blood somehow and it gets on his shirt when he fixes his collar. Just great.
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MasterList and Blog Info
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I've reorganized my writing links and all new stories will be linked in the sections below. You can still find my old masterlist HERE too.
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aquagirl1978 · 1 year
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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)
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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.
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ikehoe · 2 years
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Silly Little Prank [Clavis x Reader][Smut][Ikemen Prince]
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Characters ↬ Clavis Lelouch x AFAB Reader 
Rating ↬ E [Smut]     
Tags ↬ Cunningulus, Clavis calls reader “Good Girl.” 
Description ↬ How were you supposed to know that you’d get knocked out after trying to save Yves from another one of Clavis’ pranks? Not only that, but the orchestrator of the prank would willingly offer himself up to be your personal butler, waiting on you hand and foot. It started out as an innocent gesture to redeem himself (as innocent as something from Clavis could be) but ended up in something purely sinful and beneficial to the both of you… 
Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games. 
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It had been around two weeks since the palace doctors forced you to your bed, concern for your wellbeing evident on their faces, furrowed brows, and squinted eyes examining you for any signs of lasting damage. How you ended up getting into this predicament was simple, really. You’d inadvertently gotten in the middle of one of Clavis’ typical pranks on his younger brother, only to have things go disastrously wrong when the bucket of ice water landed right onto your head, knocking you unconscious for a few hours. 
There was one plus side to this whole situation. The resident prankster himself was so guilt-ridden after seeing you lying unconscious in the hospital bed that he’d been immediately sworn to wait on you hand and foot. According to the maids and palace staff, he’d even shirked all his regular duties just so he could knock on your door at the crack of dawn to begin showering you with unnecessary gifts (out of good will, but annoying nonetheless). You even started letting your guard down around him, allowing him into your room right after you had your regular night time bathing routine, pretending not to notice the way his golden eyes would trail from your face, down to the supple curve of your neck, and then linger on the sliver of thigh that would peek out from the sheer material of your nightgown. 
It was a mix of pure torture and heaven for Clavis. He couldn’t count how many times he had to subtly shift his briefs to conceal his raging hard-on after seeing how your nightgown hung delicately over your curves. Counting his lucky stars, he once had even seen how the nubs of your chest had hardened underneath the soft fabric, poking through due to the chill in the room. It took every last ounce of his willpower to offer you his jacket rather than rip the nightgown off you and lavish your body with his tongue, over and over, until you were crying out from pleasure underneath him.  
“Oh dearest Belle,” a familiar teasing voice called out from beyond the door before landing three sharp raps against the wooden frame. “Aren’t you going to invite me in for our little nighttime routine?” And though, at this point, you had let him into your room countless times, a tiny part of him still wondered if this would be the day you’d reject him.
“Clavis? How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need you to help me get ready for bed – it’s been three weeks, and the doctors said I’m perfectly fine two weeks ago!” You exclaimed, getting up and letting him in anyways despite your words. A part of you found it thrilling when the third Prince of Rhodolite would shower you with attention. There was a sexual charge between the two of you that was further bolstered by this game of cat and mouse you two played. 
“Well, you can never be too careful; after all, I am the utmost gentleman and must make my wrongs right,” he retorted, smirking at you in all his mischievous wonder. 
Clavis was dangerous. Everyone in the palace warned you about him. The third Prince was unpredictable, unreliable, and a nuisance at best. At worst, he could make your life a living hell. But that didn’t stop you from wanting to get to know him more. It didn’t stop you from examining every one of his beautiful, regal features, starting from his long purple lashes, framing the most stunning liquid gold eyes, down to that beauty mark that perfectly accentuated his lower lip. It was unfair, truly, how you were expected not to fall into his charms – especially when he was this captivating. 
The Prince’s movements were nothing short of graceful, nearly predatory, as he sauntered over to where you sat on the bed. The height advantage allowed him to sneakily peer down the neckline of your gown, mouth widening into a grin as your corset pushed your chest into an almost uncomfortable position. “Whatever you need, Belle, consider me your personal butler, here to wait on you at your every beck and call.” 
The heated undertone of his words didn’t fail to send a jolt of arousal straight to your core, and you took a deep breath before getting up from the bed. “Well… I… guess I wouldn’t mind some help getting out of this dress – I don’t know why you royals insist on having corsets that require at least one other person to help you get them off.” 
Before another word could even fall from your lips, you felt Clavis’ hands gently brush against the small of your back. His heated breath warmed up the curve of your neck as he slowly pulled on the ribbon that tied the boning together. With dexterity that only he could possess, he began unweaving the ribboning of your corset, taking the utmost care not to hurt you in the process, massaging any sore muscles through the fabric of your dress as he went. Your mind was hazy as you began imagining his hands rubbing elsewhere, unshackled by the barrier of your clothing. A soft moan slipped from your lips as he leaned in closer, needing to focus on a particularly difficult spot, and both of you immediately stiffened. 
Moments went by of pure, charged sexual tension, and then you heard him shift and clear his throat. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke again, and you swore even that was causing you to become unbearably turned on. “And your request is now complete. Can I assist you with anything else, madame?”
Another few moments passed by, a million thoughts racing through your brain. You wanted him. Your body wanted him. That was clear, with the way your panties were soaked just from a few minutes of gentle, innocent grazes of his hand against your back. And you knew it was wrong, taking advantage of this situation, but he did offer to help you out with everything.
Clavis watched, lips quirked up as you battled your inner voice of reason. He’d nearly lost all semblance of logic a moment ago when that heavenly moan escaped from your lips. It was odd how strong of a hold you had on him. Truly, he had the most innocent of intentions when he offered himself to be your personal butler after his silly little prank; he really did. But now, with your breasts heaving, pupils dilated as you turned to look up at him with that look that screamed you wanted him to take you, his resolve was crumbling away piece by piece. 
“I’ve had some really sore muscles lately… I don’t think it’d be the worst thing if you… helped me out with that,” you mumbled, voice dropping down to a near whisper with the last word. 
“And your wish is my command,” he murmured before gently sliding the sleeves off your dress, exposing the skin of your shoulders. Then, he paused, as though waiting for you to give him permission to continue undressing you. Then, after a quick nod, he continued sliding the fabric off of you, eyes darkening with heat as he took in every inch of your body, covered only by your dampened panties. His eyes were fixated on you for so long that you made a move to cover yourself, beginning to feel the heat rush to your cheeks, only to be stopped by him. 
“Let’s get you into a more comfortable position,” he drawled, maneuvering you towards the bed and lowering you down onto the covers, face down. Then, with careful restraint, he began kneading at your shoulders, moving down inch by inch until his hands were on the small of your waist. The dampness seeping through your panties didn’t escape his sharp gaze, and he trailed one finger along the waistband of your undergarments. “May I? I need you to be the most relaxed and comfortable, so I can… make you feel good,” he chuckled, voice shooting straight to your core. 
You gave another quick nod and thanked the stars that you didn’t have to look at, what you were sure, was a sinfully devious look on the Prince’s face. He lifted your hips up to slide the lacy material off you with ease, and you swore you could hear him lick his lips. 
“You know, dearest Belle, I could’ve sworn you were a little minx these past few weeks, just for me. Teasing me, letting your hand linger a little too long on my arm, pressing up against me just too long when you’re reaching for something… but that couldn’t be, could it? Our little golden Belle, capable of no wrong, wouldn’t be trying to seduce the big bad wolf, would she?” His voice dripped with absolute sin as he continued now, kneading into the soft flesh of your rear, fingers skating by your throbbing core every few seconds. It was so close. Always so close, but at the last second, he would go back to rubbing your thighs or your lower back, never touching the area that felt like it was on fire. 
Suddenly, a light but sharp smack landed squarely on your rear, causing you to jolt up and squeal with surprise. “Belle, I asked you a question – are you purposely trying to make me lose control?”
The tiniest shrivel of restraint in you knew that you should stop things there. Apologize and tell him that you didn’t want to take things to the next level. Despite how dangerous everyone made Clavis seem, he wouldn’t take things this far if you didn’t want to. You knew it was wrong, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. A feeble yes fell from your lips as you hid your face between your covers. 
“Good girl,” he smirked. “Now, for telling the truth, why don’t I make you feel real good tonight?” Then, with the agility you’d never expect from him, he flipped your body over as though you weighed as light as a feather. One gloved finger trailed down the plane of your cheek, and his gaze was absolutely predatory as he lowered himself to your dripping core. “I’ll make it up to you for causing you all this trouble – though it seems like what you wanted all along was my attention anyways.” 
His tongue trailed out from behind his lips, and he licked a stripe from the bottom of your cunt to the top, flicking the head of his tongue right at your sensitive peak. A strangled moan fell from your lips, and you arched up from the bed. “I’m going to need you to be a good girl and stay still,” he stated, words mumbled as he nuzzled his nose against your core and pushed down at your hips, keeping you from moving. He pursed his lips against your sensitive bud. He began lavishing it, using the tip of his tongue to trace gentle figure eights against you until you were sobbing in pleasure. The building feeling of pleasure was overwhelming, stronger than any release you’d ever had, and it seemed like he had no intention of stopping until you were cumming on his tongue.
“That’s it,” he murmured against your core, easing two gloved fingers into your eager and needy entrance. “Let go for me.” The slight stinging of his digits was reduced away by his tongue eagerly working against your bud, alternating between flicking and sucking. Then, he angled his fingers up until he found that spot he was looking for deep in your core, and you felt him smirk against you. It was unexpected, really, how quickly he’d manage to find that pleasurable spot within, but once he did he began to languidly coax your core with his fingers, golden eyes trained on you as you began gasping for breath, inching closer and closer to your release by the second.
Finally, with one last stroke, you felt your vision go white as blinding pleasure overtook your body, from your lower belly to the tips of your fingers and toes. “Nngh—Clavis!” You cried out, hips bucking from the bed so violently that all the Prince could do was hold onto your thighs and nuzzle himself even deeper between your legs. It felt like the pleasure was radiating through you for hours – though you were sure in real time it was minutes. Still, Clavis was relentless as he continued gently pressing against your sensitive bud, causing you to toe the line of overstimulation quickly.
“I—I can’t anymore--, Clavis! It’s too much! Please, I c—can’t take anymore!” You squealed, trying to press your hips deeper into the bed to escape his dexterous fingers and tongue. 
“Mm… Well, since you begged so sweetly, I guess I’ll let you have a little break before you come on my tongue against,” he drawled, licking your juices off of his lips with his tongue. 
And despite your better judgment, you let him bring you to release again, and again, and again, until the wee hours of the morning. If there was one thing you had to give to the mischievous Prince, he definitely knew what he was doing – and by the time you two were done, he had more than repaid his debt to you for that silly little prank. 
fin.
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