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xxsycamore · 6 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 💌 Nokto has been away for so long, and Emma is alone with her thoughts about him.

Nokto Klein x Emma(MC) • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Reunion Sex; Accidental Voyeurism; Masturbation; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Some Humor; Aftercare; Fluff and Smut; Couch Cuddles • wordcount: 1,594 • masterlist

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The night is warm and quiet, every other soul in the palace is fast asleep, distant songs of nocturnal birds make for the perfect background noise to enjoy the company of a good book under soft candlelight…and Emma makes the most of it.

If only she could trade her companion for the night with the one person she misses the most right now.

Tonight too, she prefers being in Nokto's room instead of her own, surrounded by the comforting presence of all things reminiscent of him. The scent on his pillow is becoming fainter with every night he's missing from home and Emma's heart aches for him.

It won't be much longer now. That's what she tells herself as she flips another page.

The letter she used as a bookmark lays open on the coffee table as she'd delayed her pastime just to look at the words inside once again. The evidence of that longing being shared, as Nokto wrote about how much he misses her while he's abroad. How much he wants to kiss her. To hold her in his arms.

He's always been good with words, pressing all her buttons as he selects them carefully to get a desired reaction out of her. The sultry tone of his voice is nowhere to be found yet he doesn't even need to utilize that little curve to the end of his spoken sentences that makes her legs weak; Emma finds out that she can fairly well hear it all in her head as she reads the letter anyway. And Nokto wrote some unspeakable things.

Laying comfortably on his couch now, book held up by a single hand, Emma finds that it's becoming harder to chase after the words in the book. Soon the protagonist takes the visage of Nokto in her mind's eye, and she loses the fight. It's no good when her other hand is unoccupied; it finds the way between her legs all too soon, too easily.

"Ngghh… Nokto.."

It's a small whisper in the night, too weak and too far away to reach the one it's meant for. That's what Emma knows for sure, getting lost in pink-tinted visions produced by her imagination; and so the soft turning of the doorknob falls on deaf ears.

Nokto enters quietly, knowing his Emma well enough to find her in his room - and strangely, knowing her too little to expect she is missing him… that much. Before he knows it, he becomes the bigger pervert in the room as he silently admires the way her fingers would never be enough to resemble his presence. Deep down, he loves that fact more than he pities her. But despite himself, he's soon to coo and reveal himself.

"Are you in trouble, my dear? Those lovely sounds don't sound quite right to me… You need more."

Emma gasps, reasonably startled as she hurries to retrain some decency and pulls down her nightgown where it rode up her waist. Her eyes are big and starry, and Nokto doesn't wait for a reply before he leans down over the couch's back and captures the lips he missed the most.

The kiss comes as a silent 'I missed you' when they both skipped saying it out loud, and quickly morphs into something far less innocent. Almost like a fight to prove one missed the other more.

Emma puts her warm hand on Nokto's face just as he withdraws for air, and she is just as breathless when she attempts to speak out loud. "Are you real?"

Nokto smirks, the red of his eyes stressed by the flickering candlelight. "I might just be real. Or maybe my little vixen's fantasies have become that vivid and tangible."

"Noktooo… don't tease…"

He finds himself tugged down, two hands wrapping securely around his neck until he can't take on the task of removing his coat as planned. It's only fair if she wants more proof of him being real here and now, he'll give her plenty.

It's only after a couple more fierce kisses that Nokto finds himself getting undressed, as Emma makes it up to him by doing it herself. Articles of clothes fall to the ground as suddenly there's nothing in Nokto's way to claim his long-waited prize for being away from home for so long.

"When I found a way to return earlier, I did all in my power to take on the opportunity. I had to see you."

"Nokto…"

"I had to make love to you again before I can forget the taste of your lips. I can't live without it."

Emma's body shudders as Nokto finds the place that aches for him the most, rubbing soft circles on her nub with his slender fingers. She's dripping wet from when she was playing with herself earlier and is quick to whine in protests of not enough.

"Shhh. Be patient. I want to take things nice and slow- Fuck. Emma."

His gaze darkens with lust as he stares her down, from her expression to the hand that mischievously reached down to his crouch to give him a firm squeeze.

"You can't wait to have me either, so why wait? Darling…" Emma asks in a tiny voice that comes out muffled behind her hand. Nokto is fast to capture it in his own and pin it down over her head.

"Why wait, indeed. My clever little Emma."

Taking hold of her leg, Nokto raises it up until it hangs over the edge of the backrest, giving him full access to her glistening pussy. Not even having fully shimmied out of his trousers yet, Nokto leans down until his body is flush against Emma's, and presses his cock against her entrance.

Emma mewls so sweetly as she feels Nokto enter her, her body shivering in ecstasy as she'd prepared it for a much lesser stimulation tonight. Her previous arouse makes Nokto's entry slippery and the noise of their coupling soon begins to fill the night. It's dirty and it's perfect.

Just as Emma gets close, her moans growing in volume, Nokto suddenly halts his movements. She looks at him with a red face and with question marks in her eyes. Nokto is frowning, albeit with a face equally as flushed as hers.

"I thought about this all week. About the possibility of coming to you earlier, and how I'll make our reunion a night you'll never forget. I'd sweep you off your feet wherever you are in the palace, take you back to our room and put you on the bed. I'd take my time undressing you like a present, pressing kisses against all those places that entered my dreams the previous lonely nights. I'd bury my head between those pretty legs of yours and remain there until you're screaming to me all the things you want me to do to you next, making your juices drip down my chin so I can never forget your taste again. And then I'll… then I'll just fuck you. Until we both take our fills."

Emma's breathing grows erratic as she feels herself coming undone, the sensation of him picking the speed up again and his filthy words that her brain barely manages to register, it's all too much. She screams as her walls clamp down on him hard, a strong climax ripped out of her with each thrust of Nokto who just gives her more and more, the way she wanted it and needed it.

"And then I open the door and you're- fuck- you're here touching yourself, moaning my name- and what am I supposed to do other than to claim you on the spot? You turned my plans to dust. You…"

With a groan, Nokto feels himself being dragged over the edge by Emma's pulsing walls, her warm, tight core milking him of all he has. He shoots his load deep inside her, painting her insides white. He remains thrusting into her shallowly, chasing after the last drops of pleasure he can squeeze out of both of them.

They turn into a content pile of entangled limbs on the couch, heavy breaths and soft smooches on whatever part of each other's face they can reach. Emma's pleasure-marred, sore throat voice reaches Nokto's ears.

"Hehe…I'm sorry?"

It takes him a second, all too lost in the sea of afterglow and warm emotions, to realize Emma is apologizing for spoiling his fun. He can tell she's not all that sorry at the same time, and it paints his chuckle a bit sarcastic. There's a hint of teeth to his next kiss, and he finds her mood to be just as playful, despite how blissed out she seemed just a second ago.

"Maybe we can make up for it and go with your version for round two." Emma suggests, putting her hands on Nokto's chest to push him out of her. Once they're both seated up, Nokto caresses the back of her head, his affirmative low humming enough to let her know just how much he's looking forward to that.

"Surely you don't mind if I grab a bite of your dessert before that? Out of all the things I missed about you, your baking is pretty high on the list you know."

"Nokto, no!"

Emma tries to warn him, but it's too late, as Nokto's chewing suddenly pauses, the reason clear as a day - he tasted the carrots in the slice of cake he just forked a bite of.

"N-Nokto, don't frown now! I didn't know you were coming home tonight, remember! God..!"

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scarletlove2 · 2 months

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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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candied-boys · 1 year

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Ikemen Prince

Head Canons

How many times can they cum?

This has been rolling around in my head for days and I just had to get it out 🤭

Luke

You might anticipate he could cum at a ratio relative to his size or strength, ie a lot. After all, the bear is quite greedy when it comes to things he likes - honey, your attention, and… honey…

Yet in spite of how incredibly dedicated he is to thoroughly fucking you, he can only cum once. But be warned, he takes absolutely forever to get off. His stamina is unparalleled - for better or worse.

You can ride him all night if you want. He can keep you pinned up against the wall for hours without breaking a sweat. But you better pray he doesn't overstim you before he gets started himself or you'll be soulless well before he cums. Don't ever try to suck him off. You're jaw will break first.

Yves

Pretty virgin baby didn't do much by himself before he met you. Only the minimally required stress relief when his body demanded so. It's not exactly easy to get into the mindset and try to imagine someone who would want to fuck you when the whole country hates you almost as much as you hate yourself.

But with you he's learning he has more kinks than he even knew existed, and cumming until his mind is essentially non-functional is one of his favourites.

The best way to ruin him is to edge him all day long. A handjob in the morning beneath the covers, a boob job after lunch when you get a chance to steal him away to the gardens, a blow job under his desk when he insists on working longer than anyone else in the faction.

But of course, you never let him cum until after dinner when you can straddle him on the bed and grind down on him until he's a babbling mess begging you to milk him dry.

Nokto

For the man renowned as the palace whore he can't cum nearly as many times as you would expect. He prefers to have his play things seeing stars rather than to shake with ecstasy himself. Pumping them full more than once only risks knocking them up anyway.

Besides, why should he bother exacting such a toll on his body when all he needs to do is to wind them around his elegant fingers just enough to get whatever it is from them he needs before he casts them aside.

It's not like cumming multiple times would make him sleep any better anyway. He's guaranteed to wake up at some ungodly hour of the night in a cold sweat from another nightmare no matter what.

At least that was the case until he met you. Now that he can finally let himself feel his own emotions he wants nothing more than the most sensual sex. The kind where he can hold your gaze while rocks so slow, so deep, and so gentle that the climax builds almost imperceptibly only to absolutely ruin the two of you at the end.

Unless he wants sex in the bath. That's always raunchy af and guarantees he'll fill you to the brim multiple times because the bath is always round one.

Rio

Though he used to fuck his hand over and over every night until his legs were shaking and he could hardly remember his own name, his only wish now that you're finally together is to obey your orders. This means he can cum as much as you want or not at all if that's what makes you happy.

If you want him to edge himself for a day, a week, or a month he'll do it in a heartbeat. If you want him to breed you until he's dehydrated, he will command his body by sheer will alone to keep making cum. He never goes soft. He's always praying for more. He would ask you to cock warm him 24/7 if he thought you'd say yes.

But usually he's content just to focus on your pleasure and lose himself in your sweet depths once or twice at the end.

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princess-pray-a · 8 months

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18+ fantasy series: IKEMEN PRINCE

A tale of DARK SECRETS OF ⚜️Succubus⚜️ BELLE is a succubus that is at brink of existance as she has not fed for long . Her food is vitality from sex with young men. In the castle full of visiting prince and young male ministers . Who is gonna fall prey to this demon or tame her ??

Wanna know??

Stay tuned for the series where the beloved belles dark secrets come to life !!

Chapter 1 : Training The brutal beast (chevalier x reader)

Chapter 2 : Inslaving the villain (gilbert x reader)

Chapter 3 :Janglers Mistress (silvio x reader)

Chapter 4: Succubus Mischievous beast pet (Clavis x reader )

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ikesenwritings · 1 year

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Nokto x Fem!Reader, smut

a/n: brb i’m gonna hide in a corner now

A good day is when everything goes right.

For the seventh prince, it means little to no meetings with bureaucrats, no elaborate lies, no messy encounters with angry or tear-stained past lovers.

A good day is not falling into one of Clavis’s pitfalls. A good day is catching the vaguest of smiles on Licht’s face as Yves passes him another treat. A good day is witnessing the rare occurrence that is Leon and Chevalier walking side by side, the latter with his nose in a book and passively listening to whatever the former is droning on and on about.

A good day leaves Nokto Klein with a genuine smile and a lighter weight on his shoulders.

And with nowhere to exude his pure, unfiltered happiness, lest he be teased by his brothers and even palace staff, a good day turns into a night devoted entirely to you in bed—you are his happiness outlet.

He returns to your shared room and you don’t need him to tell you he’s had a wonderful day.

The way he’s found himself between your legs with his arms wrapped around your middle, the way his eyes gleam—even in the lowlight, the way he can’t help but smile while peppering kisses all over face.

Nokto’s had an amazing day.

His happiness, which had been put on the back burner before he met you, is contagious. It’s infectious, and so is his unkempt desire for you.

You love seeing him in the before stages, how uncharacteristically flustered he gets, how pink his cheeks are, how hot his skin burns—before you say those magic words that bring out the beast in him.

Your lips wrap around his cock; he knows better than to stuff your mouth full, not until you give him a cue… then he’ll rut into your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat. He pulls away before he can finish.

“Ruin me,” you beg.

It doesn’t take much for Nokto to bring you to your feet and straddling his lap.

Hands undress whatever clothes remain on both your bodies; his lips never leave your skin. He adores seeing you littered with marks he’s left in places just out of sight, marks only he’ll ever see.

Your hips grind against his, seeking any kind of friction while he dutifully attends to your breasts.

His gingerly takes one nipple in his mouth while his fingers toy with the other.

Your moans are low and breathy, never wanting to be too loud—Nokto loves to break you and have you screaming by the end of it.

The thought always invigorates him, and he starts thrusting his hips up.

His tip brushes against your sensitive bud, the thought of his precum slowly dripping down his length excites you.

You hold the sides of his face and lean so close, your lips almost touch.

“Prince Nokto, I need you.”

Sometimes, you want to put on a show, be his loyal subject. So you tell him to look but not touch as you bounce furiously up and down on his cock.

You beg and plead for a release but—

“Look at me… Slow your pace.”

You meet his lustful gaze.

You’re in agony, listening to his commands but what the prince wants, the prince gets.

Nokto’s firm grip on your sides stop your movements. He moves so you’re both kneeling on the bed with one hand holding yours behind your back and the other on your shoulder, his forearm pressed against your throat.

You graciously take him from behind.

He ruts into you with force, quickly building up the release you lost before.

You say his name like a prayer, growing louder each time.

“Yes! Yes, please, Nokto. You’re so good, you fit so good.”

His pounding is relentless as he feels you lose your resolve.

He bites into your shoulder, groaning at your tightening walls around his shaft.

“It’s like we’re meant to be like this, yeah? You taking me so well, begging me to fuck you like this.”

It pushes you over the edge. Nokto supports you as your body falls limp. He pumps into you a few more times and pulls out, cum decorating your lower back and rear.

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cherryxblossxms · 11 months

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Oooh got a little horny brain worm hello

Reading Nokto's story in the collection event "As You Command", after painting her nails and "attending to her needs", where she wasn't able to do much with her hands cause the nail polish was drying, he tells Emma that he hopes she repays the favor next time and immediately couldn't help but think of this

I'm just imagining helping Nokto feel glamorous too, maybe do some spa day treatments with him but definitely painting his nails as well to match your own, a little revenge~. He may feel a little silly but as long as his lover is happy, he's OK with anything, and he'd never argue against some one-on-one attention with his lover.

And while waiting for his nails to dry, you're just teasing him and riling him up before going down on him. Just taking your sweet time licking and sucking at all the sensitive spots on his dick and around his hips, before occasionally putting him in your mouth, and he's just going crazy at the sensations.

The sight of your painted nails/fingers wrapped around his cock is so different and tantalizing. And he wants so badly to guide you with his hands to better spots or encourage you to put his dick in your mouth again, but he can't do that with wet nails. And his ego is a little too big to beg right away, although your ministrations are certainly breaking him down bit by bit. So all he can do is sit back as he watches you work, slowly losing his mind and counting the seconds until its safe to touch you and take over

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chaosangel767 · 1 year

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The Boss’s Secret

Fandom: IkePri

Pairing: Nokto x Gn!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evening Day 10: Dirty Talk

Type: NSFW - Minors DNI

CW: Modern AU, boss/secretary relationship, non-established relationship, gn!Reader, Top!Nokto, penetration, nipple play, dirty talk, desk sex, fingering, oral sex, orgasms

WC: 1200+

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You don’t think your words have any effect on him. No matter what you send him, he always seems so calm and collected as he delegates tasks in the meeting. Running your foot up his leg, your foot is the perfect distance from his crotch and you use it to your advantage during the meeting. His eyes never meet yours, they are too busy barking orders to everyone around the table, the new merger having everyone’s attention and efforts. Everyone but you that is. Your focus is on Nokto alone as you take notes for the meeting. Your eyes drift over to the little chat box on your screen, sending another message to him, watching his eyes flick over before he replies.

Meet me in my office after the meeting. I have some things to go over with you.

The message has a little spark of desire flooding your core. You feel him open his legs a little more, making it easier for your foot to move in his lap as the meeting wears on.

“What were you hoping to accomplish with that dirty little message of yours, hmm?” Not saying anything until the two of you are locked in his office, Now Nokto has you pressed against his desk, his bulge pressing onto your thigh and you are aware of the effect you had on him. Hovering his lips just above yours, his smile turns into a smirk when he hears your whimper. He can feel the desire radiating off your body, your eyes giving away how much you need him. Parting your lips, you hope he takes the hint and presses his lips to yours but instead your boss just smirks wider as he pulls away. His finger trails from your chin down your neck, watching you shiver. Resting above the first button of your shirt, he curls his finger expertly and pops the button. Unbuttoning the rest, his hands waste no time before they are taunting your nipples, the cool air of the office bringing them to life. A moan catches in your throat, your legs spread wider on his desk. Looking over your body, he tweaks your nipple thoughtfully, ideas flowing in his mind. You arch your back when he switches sides, slapping the other nipple lightly and watching your face. Finally, he steps away and pulls you off the desk, and turns you around so you are facing the door. His arm wraps around your waist and goosebumps run over your skin.

“Bend over for me” his voice is a whisper in your ear. You follow his command, bending over his desk, feeling your bare nipples brush along cool pieces of paper and shivering at the sensation.

His fingers press against your lips and anyone take them into your mouth, running your tongue over them until he puls them out. His other hand removes your bottoms, fingers exploring the fresh skin before his eyes. Not caring about the papers under him, his fingers press against your clothed entrance, teasing you languidly. Pressing his chest against your back, you feel his fingers brush against your hair, pulling your body up to his chest. His mouth hovers just above your ear as he whispers, his fingers pressing inside.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over my desk like the whore you are? To be filled by me when we are supposed to be working?” His voice grows more lustful with every question, moving aside your underwear to brush your skin. Smacking your bottom with a swift hand, he listens to the sinful moan and “yes” that falls from your lips. Releasing your hair, you catch yourself just above his papers, propping yourself on your elbows as he lifts your legs. He presses your knees to the top of the desk and lowers his mouth so it is just above your entrance, his tongue brushing along your entrance. His hands massage your flesh as he spreads your legs to make accessing your entrance easier. Moans spill from your lips and you hurriedly muffle them in your hands, not wanting anyone to hear what is happening in his office. Shutting your eyes, you try to spread your legs as wide as they can, making it easier for him and giving him more room to move his fingers and tongue around. You can feel your pleasure coiling in your stomach, taunting you, your skin running hot. Just as it feels like it will burst, Nokto pulls away, causing a disgruntled moan to fall from you.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to fill you?” His teasing has a soft gasp falling from your lips, whispering his name you quietly beg to be filled.

“Look at you, spread on my desk begging for my cock. Should I show my brothers what a lovely secretary I have? Should I invite them in here for you to attend them as well?” His words only cause your desire to grow as you shake your head.

“Only you” your stutters are filled with lust as you look into his teasing crimson eyes.

“Your only a whore for me?” He questions, his length pressing against your entrance, and you nod. “Say it and I’ll fill you just like you want” his fingers weave back into your hair, pulling you against his chest so you can feel his length rubbing along your entrance.

“I’m your whore, and I want you to fill me. Please,” your breathless plea has a pleased laugh coming from your boss’s lips. His length roughly pushes into your entrance, stretching your walls. Muffling your scream, you brace against the desk, feeling the tears start to prick the corner of your eyes.

“I have been waiting for this all morning, ever since you sent that first text. Teasing me like that, stroking my cock with your foot all through the meeting, sending such dirty words on a company laptop. Did you want us to get caught? Did you want me to announce to the room that I’m fucking you? That you are my dirty little secret?” His voice lowers, even more, a groan being barely held back. “Look at how well you take me, how perfectly you act. My good little secretary.” Lifting your head up, harsh marks are placed just under your collar, further proof that you are his. You can feel the pressure starting to build again and his name is a muffled mantra from your lips. His thrusts start to stutter, driving against and again inside you as you both chase your release. Slamming his hips one last time, you feel him press his entire body against you as he releases, the feeling triggering your own release. Falling limply against the desk, you are thankful that your limbs are already on his desk and you just lay that way until your breaths are even again. Slowly Nokto pulls out of you, replacing your underwear and bottoms before placing you in the chair next to him. He gets a bottle of water for you before picking up the phone.

“Want your usual? I’ll have it ready to pick up in 20” He states and you nod, sitting quietly and resting while he places an order for lunch. His hand rests on your knee while you both work silently, the secretary/boss dynamic taking back over. Only the soreness in your thighs and along your collar alludes to your dirty little secret.

#ikepri smut #ikemen prince smut #ikemen prince nokto #enchanted evenings 2022 #enchantedevenings2022 #chayawrites #nokto klein

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toloveawarlord · 2 years

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♥ Pairing: Lucia von Obsidian x Nokto Klein

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 2: Friends with Benefits

♥ Warnings: misuse of a desk; smut

♥ wc: 1.2k

Getting permission to visit Rhodolite with her elder brother was hard earned. Her father didn't approve of her leaving the castle unless absolutely necessary. Lucia wandered much like a ghost haunting the halls of the palace, driven to a crazed state by being caged.

This was a rare occasion indeed. An entire year had passed since her last trip to Rhodolite. Although the countries were enemies, there was still a bit of cordiality, usually in the form of negotiations or a simple party in which the princes of the surrounding countries gathered.

Only the castle henchman, Sariel, was there to greet the Obsidian siblings. Gilbert had his own agenda for visiting Rhodolite, and it hardly concerned his sister. The state of her country wasn't something that she was allowed to be concerned about. It certainly wasn't the reason she'd begged to come along.

Lucia parted ways with her brother without a word, steps as quiet as though she were simply floating away. These halls were so bright, sunlight pouring in from the windows and balconies. A stark contrast to her home that seemed to be shrouded in only darkness.

A bit uncomfortable.

"Well, isn't this a surprise."

He always seemed to appear out of thin air. A part of his charm, in her opinion.

A dazzling smile blossomed across her face, crimson irises alight with delight. Lucia practically threw herself into his arms, all gracefulness and poise that a princess should uphold completely gone. "I found you!"

Nokto chuckled, catching the dainty woman with ease. "I believe I was the one who found you, albeit without intent." Work had been draining, boring. Paperwork and the stench of other men was fully replaced by her sweet fragrance, a special blend of herbs that was utterly her. "It's lovely to see you again, Princess Lucia."

"Formality doesn't suit you," Lucia replied, rising up on her tiptoes to steal the first of many kisses to be exchanged. Calling her princess when they were about to engage in such indecent behavior for royalty. Princesses were meant to be virtuous.

Lucia so hated to be pinned down by such labels and expectations.

No one batted an eye at a prince's behavior with women, but god forbid a princess have dirty desires and wish to indulge in physical pleasure.

"Then I'll dispense with it." Nokto caught her chin with the crook of his finger, a dashing smile on his lips. He loved all women and their soft skin, sweet voices. But Lucia was a kindred soul, and it was otherworldly in bed with her... or wherever else they found themselves alone.

The nearest room gave the two privacy enough. Lips mashing together in heated kisses. Clothes removed only as necessary. Nokto lifted her onto the desk of the unused guest quarters, slender fingers already picking her corset loose to free her breasts.

"Still as exquisite as the first time I saw them. You truly are a marvel to behold," he said, hands occupied with the soft mounds.

Lucia licked her lips, withholding her voice from slipping out too loudly. "Do you speak to all your lovers with such honeyed words?" Her own hands occupied by the stubborn belt that took some effort to undo. When she succeeded, her gaze rose to his. "I'm well aware of how beautiful I am. The princess of Obsidian can't be anything less than ethereal."

Her family had a history of being as exquisitely beautiful as they were cruel.

"Is the Princess of Obsidian also meant to be so unchaste?"

It wasn't an insult. Nokto teased with his words as much as he did with his body. Lucia had been the one to approach him, to start their little arrangement.

"I can do as I please. And that includes this." Her eyes never left his as her dainty fingers wrapped around his hard cock, gently working her hand up and down his shaft.

Nokto let out a sexy, breathy moan at her touch. Ah, women could truly bring all men to their knees without needing a weapon. He scrunched her dress up with haste, removing all the obstacles in his way to bare her pussy.

A battle, almost. His fingers finding her wet pussy and pumping into her with skilled motion. Her hand caressing his cock. Heat building up within both. Their lips meeting again and again between deep breaths and shaky moans.

Lucia was the first to break. Her body desperately needed more than his fingers were giving her. She could certainly have reached that heavenly orgasm from his menstruation. Nokto was incredibly skilled with his hands.

"I need you inside me-"

It hardly needed saying. The seventh prince wanted to bury himself deep in her waiting pussy just as badly. Nokto obliged without wasting a moment. His tip rubbed up her slit to gather her juices before pushing into her warm walls.

Her head hit the desk with a dull thud, eyes rolling back as he stretched her open. This was it. This was the feeling that she fiercely needed. Being a captive in her own home left her with little to no access to a man willing to defile a princess in such a way. Far too much time had passed since her sexual desires had been fulfilled.

"You're truly a goddess, Lucia." Nokto thrust into her, hard enough to be pleasurable with how needy they both were, but not so rapid that he'd reach his end before he'd thoroughly had her.

There was no other sound quite as lovely as her voice. It was a melody that no one else could come close to replicating. He slept with plenty of women, but none the beautiful songbird that the Princess of Obsidian was.

Her fingers interlaced with his, and Nokto brought her dainty hand up to his lips to pepper kisses across her knuckles. Even halfway clad in her expensive dress, she was a sight to behold. Breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Lucia could finally let go. Nothing felt quite as good as giving herself over to him to bring her immense pleasure. Her legs quivered. Body sticky with sweat. Lips parted to allow out the most sinful moans when he rubbed her clit to send her spiraling over the edge.

They were careful when it came to Nokto's high. It was possible an entire war could break out over a pregnancy between her and him.

His seed coated her thighs, hand rubbing it out when he couldn't hold it anymore.

Nokto dipped his head into the crook of her neck, tongue tasting her salty skin. He would love to leave a mark but resisted. It would be quite noticeable on her pale skin.

"I'm not sure how many days that Gilbert intends to stay, but it won't be enough." Lucia sighed, still reeling from her orgasm. His gentle touch only prolonged her state. Returning home meant nights alone and no one to share in such pleasure.

"Perhaps I'll look into a way to extend your visit."

The princess let out a soft laugh, fingers running through his velvety silver locks. It wasn't as though she held any true affection for him. It was purely sexual, physical.

Except in these final moments.

Once the high had ceased, and there was no reason to hold onto the other. The exchange of their bodies complete. Normally, a pair would have separated, perhaps teased a little kiss before going their own way.

Lucia and Nokto grasping at every second to touch each other a little longer. As two lovers deeply in love would.

The seconds passed painfully quick. Soon, they would part as though it hadn't happened. Intent on forgetting all but the pleasure that they gave each other.

As it had to be between warring kingdoms.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince nokto #nokto klein #ikemen prince oc #lucia von obsidian #smut

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naresnani · 2 years

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I Caught Wind

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Nokto Klein / Adam Kain (Male OC) | Words: 1.8k

Tags: Fluff, suggestive scenes

Summary :

The first time the marquis ever been near an ocean, his friend snuck him there. For the Benitoitian sea.

Notes: yeah I like to encourage the reaction of, ""friend"". Anyway, this is supposedly for @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore ‘s summer of smut 0.3 event, for the prompt... Blow jobs on the beach? And... welcoming the sunrise by the shore? End me.

"So that's… the water's noise."

He could feel it, the distant booming sound—alike a heavy, heavy rain—almost thrumming in his chest, building the nerves. It was terrifying to imagine this frantic wind carrying a large amount of water was what made such a noise. As the young marquis kept getting urged to walk further down the coast, he felt his feet sinking deeper into the sand with each step.

"Yep, the water's noise," the very light voice, right behind his neck, said. "We're almost there."

"Wait, wait wait wait."

Adam held up his arms as if it would add more resistance to their movements. The booming was loud, surrounding him on all sides. The harsh wind was pulling on his clothes and hair, as well as the prince's hair. He completely stopped as felt the ground was suddenly sloping downhill. The prince bumped into him.

"You're not going to fall into the water, Kain. It's still way ahead. Trust me," Prince Nokto chuckled.

"Can't you just, take your hands off my eyes right now?"

"No. Not yet."

Adam mumbled, "... I can feel the sand getting wetter already."

It's true, the ground was slightly muddier than before, and it was sticking to his skin.

"We just need to walk a little more, I promise."

So he did. The ground got more solid and flat the more they descended, and muddier still. The 'rain' got louder. It was up to a point that he could taste the wind on his tongue, and felt as if he was about to crash into something big, that he decided to stop walking. All the while the Prince tailing him only got even more restless. Or excited, rather.

"I don't, want to get any closer," said the marquis.

"Alright, let's wait here."

He wasn't sure what exactly the prince was going to wait for, but it's definitely not safe, predictable things. The man is not one to keep his associates in their comfort zone. He pushes people to their limit, which makes him exhilarating. Dangerous.

The prince's fingers were still resting lightly on the dips of the marquis' eyes, and they could've easily been ignored in order to take a little peek, if the nervous man chooses to, but he chose not to.

It is simply a matter of formality. And the weight of his fingers against any part of his body.

"Will you keep your eyes closed on your own now, for me?"

The marquis felt his voice right in his ear, even if the waves were deafening.

"Ah, fine. But- wait where're you going?"

The prince stepped away from him, and disappeared further onwards, ignoring Adam's outstretched hands. He's no doubt about to do something stupid. Before he could open his eyes out of agitation, he heard the prince scream—

"Now! This is going to be a good one!"

A boisterous crash! and sizzling, shocked the marquis' eyes open and he watched the prince being swallowed by a high wave — bent down cheering with his arms outstretched brushing the passing water in between his fingers. Adam didn't even notice the entire shore up to his ankle being licked by the cold water.

"Woah! Nokto!" He pulled his feet out of the water and started waddling towards the prince, catching one of his arms. The waves stopped its climb up and he finally realised what was ahead of him.

The dark expanse of the sea. Laying, from one end of his sight to the other, a restless body of water over an incomprehensibly large surface of the land, flat up into the clear line of the horizon far away. The sun rose low, alone on the young purple-red sky, giving her colours to the sea. The wind was ceaseless. His hair scratched his skin wherever the breeze pulled them and there was nothing, no one, in the miles and miles of water ahead but the two of them, dumb beings standing in awe of this commonplace form of the earth.

As the waves started to slide back down, it pulled them along.

Nokto laughed, looking up at the marquis from his crouched position. "What, I thought his lordship didn't want to get wet!"

Witnessing the prince's boyish grin pulled him back to where his two feet were standing, but the harrowing feeling of being pulled down by the waves didn't stop. He quickly scrambled to hold onto the prince.

"Hey, hey hey, you're not going to fall, big guy." Nokto straightened up and held him firmly by the waist. "You're anchored on earth here like a rock. Right, here."

That smile, and all that extra weight on him did somehow make him feel anchored. He felt something searing up inside and took several hearty breaths for himself, drying up his mouth.

"I knew you were trying to scare me." He patted Nokto's shoulders. "That's not very cool."

"I wasn't! Told you to stay put didn't I?"

"You really believed I'd stay put when you simply- don't know, ran off? Leaving me behind?"

The prince stared at him with searching eyes, the dangerous kind that'll get you in trouble. For everyone else, at least. For him it is just another chance to stare back.

"Alright, I shouldn't have. All I could see was a big one approaching, and I just took off right then and there."

"You were eager to get hit by a big one?"

He shrugged. "It's fun. All is my bad. Wanted you to feel the waves on your feet for the first time, gave you a heart attack instead." Patted his fist on the marquis' chest. Trying to play it casual.

"Right. You shouldn't do that again. Got me in a real rush."

Out of nowhere, out of the middle of bumfuck nowhere, the prince leaned on him to plant a brief kiss. So brief he had no reaction. Like a flash to disorient him.

"Sorry. You're not scared off by the oceans right now are you?"

The calmer waves slide up and off their feet, leaving behind some coldness that was stuck in the dips of their weight on sand. The two stared at each other's curious faces. Palpitations grown worse.

The marquis glanced around. There was no one, nothing, for miles and miles but the two of them.

He nervously wetted his lips. "Could I… do that again?"

Nokto wore that slight pinch in his eyes, that perfect partner to his seductive smile—a tell that he's about to get really troublesome. "Do what again, exactly?"

The marquis kissed him, a shy arm snaked around the prince's waist. Just a bit to break off the tension. Just a little drop of his heart. Nokto's looking too pretty under the early sun, too off-duty, too… enjoying himself. Too oddly contented. He needed to get all the thoughts out of his head so they wouldn't bother him for the rest of the day, ruining whatever business they were actually here to deal with. Funny he couldn't care less about them now.

Just as he tried to pull away, the prince wouldn't let him. He finally listened to the beat of his own pulse now. He listened to the waves for the first time. Truly listened.

When it came time for some air— he quipped, "Gah, your Highness, shouldn't turn this important trip into another kind of affair should we?"

"When has that ever stopped you before?"

He grumbled as a reply before being kissed again. More firmly, this time. He was being pushed backwards, up into the dry sand until they both accidentally stumbled down, the prince making it his chance to get on top of him, of course.

"You're being awfully… warm, and dry, you know," muttered the prince. Crimson eyes pinning him from above.

"Hey. Hey, who's the one that decided to take a dip into the water? Now back off before you-"

Before he could protest any more, Nokto latched on and dropped himself straight on top of him, finally dipping the marquis' perfectly clean hair into the sand.

"Agh. You have me beaten." He sighed, as water crashed the shore below them calmly. No other choice but to wrap his arms around the man now.

"I'd still be sleeping right now." Nokto yawned. Rubbing his temple against the chest he was laying on. "Done this all for you just to have you ignore the beautiful sunrise by the sea completely."

"Oh right, the sunrise." The marquis was affected to yawn back, covering his open mouth with a palm. He noticed the yellow of the sky had spread wider into the faint stars above. The sun raining more of her warmth now. On top of the prince's hair.

"Yeah, I see it. It's, uh, pretty," he concluded.

He felt hands mapping his body. Careful. Point by point.

"Yeah?" Nokto shifted in his hold. "I guess that's all I need to hear from you."

Yeah. "The ocean, otherwise… I find it more terrifying than not, to be honest." The ebb and flow of its waves still sang in between their words.

"I can tell. I personally think they're more… benevolent of a force, and gentle."

"You're strange."

"Because its whole body is like an animal, Kain. Breathing, flowing, restless. A large, beating animal."

Blink. "Maybe you could sleep a little. Just a wink right here."

"I'm joking you, Adam." The name, still catches him off guard whenever he uses it. "Didn't really pay attention to the sea either, did I? I got too distracted rather. By someone."

"Well. When I saw that happening I thought you were about to be washed away."

Nokto frowned. Leaning in on the rise and fall of Adam's chest.

"You really thought I'd leave you behind?"

"Not exactly what I meant, I'm very- m-!"

Nokto pressed on his sensitive parts, sending a shudder throughout his body.

"What did you really mean, then?"

"I… don't know. I wanted to get to you."

He held onto a handful of the prince's clothes. A sigh, after Nokto purposely evened out the pressure. Giving him a moment to adjust to the rocking of the flow. The patterns of his fingers.

"Then, what I wanted you to do, was to let your hair down." Nokto's crimson eyes, once again, pinned him still on the ground, to let him lift himself up, sneaking fingers past the openings of Adam's cloth. "Run around, you know, dig the sand. Fish. Watch the view. Drown. Whatever. Keep your eyes off of me, for once."

For once. His heart beats in shame. Who was he trying to fool, now? Trying to camouflage it all, trying to 'get all of his thoughts out before the day starts'? Not a soul on earth.

He opened up his dark eyes towards the prince, wincing against his crimson. "Yeah, I can try. But it'll be hard to do, I'd reckon."

Beautiful, beautiful, diabolical grin. His silver tufts falling onto his cornered prey's forehead. Their breaths almost becoming one again.

"That's the case… then, I want more of your voice, yeah? So I could hear you over the sea."

#ikepri adam #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri fic #Ikepri nokto #Summer of smut #Summer of smut 0.3

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letstalktea · 2 years

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🔞NOKTO!!! SIR!!! I know you love your ladies, but may I advise CLIPPING YOUR NAILS! You can’t use them when they are that long. Not for what you want at least.🔞

#h2ho #ikemen smut #nsft post #nokto klein smut

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ridiculouslly-ridiculous · 7 months

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I don’t wanna fight, lemme cum inside you~

Various characters x Fem!reader

Warnings: Piv, no plot, smut, cream pie, dumbification, not proof read

Inspired by the one line in “Mañana” by Tainy, Young Miko, & The Marías

You had no idea that the tiny fight you had would escalate into a bigger fight, and ultimately end up with you getting pinned down into the mattress — face down, ass up, and hands behind your back.

You can’t even remember what the fight was about— not when you’re getting your back blown out so good you can’t even think straight. You can barely disypher the words your boyfriend is panting as he drills into you.

“Oh, baby, you know I hate it when we fight.” He grunts — never letting up his relentless pace. You let out warbled moans in response. Drool now coming out of the corner of your mouth by how fucked out you are.

“You know I hate fighting with you, right? Lemme cum inside you to show you how sorry I am.” You hear him grunt over the pap, pap, pap of his balls smacking against you with each thrust. You can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. You just moan even louder and you feel your pussy start to get even wetter than it already was.

He chuckles at your reaction, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” A few more hard thrusts and you can feel his heavy load fill you all the way up until there was no more room and it begins to leak out. Although he’s already cumming, he’s still slowly grinding into you. It’s not much but it’s just enough to finally get you to cream around him.

“There she is.” You’re struggling to catch your breath after such an intense orgasam. Pulling out, he carefully flips you over — cum leaking out of messy pussy and all over the sheets. He then agonizingly slow lines himself and pushes in letting out a nasty squelch.

“Don’t get too comfortable babe… I’m not done apologizing yet.”

Licht, Leon, Silvio, Nokto, Keith, Rio, your Ikémen fave <3

Daichi, Bokuto, Matsukawa, Osamu, Atsumu, Semi, Kenshin, Akaashi, Kita, your HQ fave <3

Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, your JJK fave <3

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