#chayawrites

Nights like these are too rare, your lover leaning against you, arms wrapped tightly around your middle as his even breathing is a melody for your reading. Lost in your novel you don’t notice his stirring, how he grabs your waist, his hand slowly coming up from your hip to caress your breast. He squeezes the supple flesh, listening to your sudden gasp before his thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple. His head slowly raises from your stomach to press kisses against your clothed chest, feeling your desire start to slowly awaken inside you.

“Leon” your voice is hushed as you moan his name. Looking down at him, you tousle his hair, pulling the hair at the nape of his neck when he pinches a little too hard on your sensitive bud. Slowly you see his eyelashes fluttering, eyes half-slitting as he admires your face from between your breasts. Sparks start to spread through your body, the thud of the book falling off the bed as you gaze entranced in his golden orbs.

“Is there something you need?” He is delighting in your facial expressions. Feigning innocence, he trails his finger along your over-sensitive skin. He watches the slight changes as he moves across more sensitive skin and how it pulls little gasps from your lips. Trailing to less sensitive skin he is aware of how you rock your hips, looking for some stimulation to soothe the fire he started in your core.

His fingers tug on the lace binding your breasts, slightly tearing the top of your nightdress in his hurry to free your breasts. A moan falls from your lips when he blows cool air across the buds, watching them harden into stiff peaks before taking one into his mouth. His other hand teased the other bud. Swears and sighs fall from your lips at his ministrations, never wanting the feeling to end. Switching nipples, his hand trails to your thighs, moving his body so he can push up your nightgown over your hips to expose your bare core. Raising an eyebrow at you, he grins.

“No underwear?” His voice is full of lust as he finally presses his lips against yours. Your face flushes, shaking your head and offering no explanation as to what gave you the idea to forgo underwear. Lifting the cloth over your head, he bares your one piece of clothing and you shiver in the cool night air. Leon lowers his head back down, trailing kisses around your skin, his fingers gripping tightly to your hips. He rolls over onto his back, pulling you on top of him. Grabbing the headboard for stability, you comply with his hands, lowering your core over his face.

“Leon- '' You protest again, feeling his tongue come out and lap at the entrance, little teasing licks against your core before nipping at your thigh, a mischievous smile crosses his face.

“Hush or I’ll stop” He murmurs and your lips press together, rolling your hips towards his face. His tongue presses against your entrance and you just whimper, your hands going to his hair. Tugging against his scalp you rock against his face. Whimpering when he pulls away and rolls onto his back. His hands pull against your thighs as he guides you to straddle his chest.

“Come now, you know what I want” he murmurs, pulling your thighs to his face and you gasp, your hand grabbing the headboard as he pulls your core to his mouth, immediately tongue fucking you with no remorse. Your core clamps down against his tongue, searching for deeper stimulation.

His name falls from your lips as you look down, meeting the golden eyes. You can see the triumph in his eyes as the pressure in your core builds, your eyes glazing over when it bursts. Seeing stars, you can’t do much else than rest your head against the headboard for support. He rides out your orgasm, enjoying the look on your face as he pulls all the sensitivity from your core.

“Where are you going?” He growls when you pull your hips out of his grip, the oversensitivity coursing through your nerves. “Come back here, I’m not done yet” His hands hold you in place. Bumping his nose against your clit, his fingers and tongue continue to ravish you, pulling more moans of his name from your lips. You could feel the desire coiling again in your core, teasing you and driving you mad through the post-orgasm haze. Just as your body starts to come down, another wave of pleasure knocks your breath away. Yelling his name, he releases your legs so you can ride his face at will, grinding your core against his tongue as you ride out the pleasure. Breathing heavy, you slump against the headboard, feeling Leon finally pull your hips from his face. His hands leave your hips as you straddle his chest, and after a minute his hands return to your thighs.

“Leon please-” You beg through the haze, body too weightless to move a muscle. A grin appears and he positions you over his cock, lowering you slowly. A moan leaves your throat as he sheathes fully inside of you.

“That’s my girl, look at how well you take me” He encourages, pistoning his hips into yours.

“Fuck, Leon.” Resting his hands on yours, you pathetically roll your hips against his, trying to add more stimulation with your weak muscles. Shivers of pleasure still wreck your body and your attempts to help have Leon smirking.

"Such a naughty Cara Mia" his voice pulls you from your dreams and you whisper his name. Opening your eyes you look around, taking a moment to get your bearings. Night has fallen, and you are wrapped up in his shirt on the balcony, your skin cool to the touch from the night air. His hand resting on your thighs, the cool air rustling the fabric.

"Leonardo" you whisper, eyes opening long enough to find his golden ones, smiling at the loving look in his eyes.

"What are you doing out here, dressed like that" he scolds, worried about you catching a cold in the chilly breeze.

"I was waiting for you to come home. I guess I fell asleep. Good thing you are here now to warm me up though," you murmur, rubbing the last traces of sleep from your arms. Leonardo goes to move his hand, but your legs snap together, trapping his hand between your thighs, keeping his warmth close to your core.

"Oh?" His eyes widen at your movement and you whine softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Sleep recedes quickly from your mind when you remember why you are out here, and the interactions the two of you had all day. Capturing his second hand stroking your cheek, you press slow kisses to his palm, keeping your eyes on his as you kiss the strong calloused hand. All the teasing the two of you have been engaging in all day has made mass of your core. Desire and pleasure tangled in a ball. Your eyes try to convince him of what your lips can't, though by the smirk on his lips, he knows.

"Do you need something?" He lowers his breath so it teases your neck and ear, watching the goosebumps rise over your Tender flesh. The hand trapped between your legs, squeezes the supple flesh of your thighs as you relax enough that he can slide his hand up.

"Are you wearing anything under my shirt?" His eyes furrow as the wind picks up again, and you tilt your head at him, an innocent look gracing your features.

"Find out yourself" you challenge, enjoying the spark of defiance and pleasure hitting your nerves. His smirk darkens slightly, posture changing. He sits on the sofa next to you, tugging you close to him. You shut your eyes, anticipating a kiss, senses drunk off his smell. Opening your eyes when your lips don't connect, your brows furrow and you watch the amusement in his eyes.

"Leo, please" you press your hand on his chest, trying to close the distance. His hand is slowly caressing your thigh. Unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand, he bares your body and you spread your legs slightly wider, your bare core already glistening with need.

"Out on the balcony in just my shirt, asleep. You should be ashamed. " His words don't mask the lust in his voice, and you can feel his gaze still on your core.

"What are you going to do about it?" Feeling scandalous and bold, you bring your face centimeters from his, letting your breath warm his lips. Dominance flickers through his gaze, a primal lust taking over as he pushes you over his lap.

"I see a naughty Cara Mia needs to be taught a lesson" his voice laden with desire and you brace your hands against the marble of the balcony floor. His hands caress your butt, one hand teases your thighs, the other choosing where to start. You brace yourself for the impact, but Leonardo is patient, watching as your body anticipates it and finally bringing his hand down when you least expect it. The sound seems to echo in the night, and pleasure ripples as you let out a moan.

"Surely this is more scandalous than just being out here minding my own business" you manage, your heart pounding at the ideas of the others hearing.

"Maybe, but at least they know to stay away. They could have wandered out here and seen the display you were putting on. A display for my eyes only" Leonardo brings his hand down again on the other cheek, his fingers brushing along your core, timing his thrust with the next impact. Your walls clamp down on the intrusion, riding the aftermath of the impact on the stimulation his finger provides. Whimpers fall from your lips as your hips rock against his legs. He adds a finger next, massaging your skin as he curls his fingers, your legs trembling with pleasure.

Your pleas fill the silence, begging him for more stimulation, your pleasure creating faster with every thrust. He can feel how you clench and pulse around his fingers, the need making a mess of his hand.

His hand comes down again, and his other thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as your moans fill the air. Only his name falls off your tongue, and he complies with your whines, speeding up his thrusts, as the pleasure threatens to wash over you.

"Please,please, please" your coil is building bigger as his hand hits the tender flesh again, feeling your nerves ripple.

"Let go, I have you" he promises, feeling your body sag in response.

Your orgasm washes over you in blinding pleasure, cutting all thoughts as you focus only on him. Your body arches up off his lap as you ride his finger through your orgam, listening to his praise. When his fingers don't still, your hips jerk with overstimulation. His fingers grip your chin, pulling your gaze up to his. Golden eyes pierce through your lust ladder ones.

You could never get used to the amount of people at these art galleries, wishing you were curled back up at home with your husband. Tugging your dress a little more, you look around again for Theo, wanting to find him before he is swarmed with people.

“There you are Hondje, I was worried you would be late” An arm wraps securely around your waist as Theo appearsat your side, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Theo! I’ve missed you” turning to face him, you press your lips to his in a brief greeting, parting far sooner than you would have liked.

“You wore the dress?” Theo looks you over, his eyes clouding over for the briefest of moments.

“My darling husband bought me a beautiful dress to wear, did you think I would wear something else?” you question, stepping way to slowly turn in front of him, showing him how the dress fits on you, subtly showing off all your curves.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, I am going to have such a hard time keeping my hands off you” Theo grumbles in your ear, his hands already wandering lower on your waist as he pulls you to whisper in your ear.

“Behave, we are at one of your galleries, all eyes are going to be on you after all. No one wants to see you feeling me up” You scold, still pressing back against his advance and listening to the delicious groan that escapes his lips. Before he can retaliate however, people start coming to greet the two of you and praise Theo’s gallery, forcing him to socialize. You both keep one arm wrapped around each other, his fingers teasing your hips, reminding you he hasn’t forgotten.

You grow more brazen as the night wears on, the hand wrapped around his waist drops into the back pocket of his trousers, pressing your fingers there, you hear the low grow.

“Enough Hondje” he murmurs under his breath, his hand tightening against your hips.

“Keep your attention on the art” you whisper, feeling his hand dip dangerously low on your hips. Lowering his mouth so it was right over your ear he chuckles.

“I am admiring the art. Such beautiful art work” He murmurs, tucking a start hair behind your ear, watching the goosebumps flood your body. You keep your hand in his back pocket, but still your movements, not wanting to push him too far. The subtle signs of his desires only grow through the night, his movements against you becoming more and more brazen until he finally pulls you behind a pillar, away from prying eyes.

“What if I told you I wanted you right here, right now” His low murmur has desire flooding your veins, his hands rubbing through your dress and to your core. You can feel his hard length pressing against your thigh as his arms wrap around your legs, pinning you to the pillar.

“Theo! Put me down, what if someone sees?” You start to whisper, pushing against him and Theo just presses his lips against yours, silencing you.

“No one is going to come behind this pillar, but if you insist, maybe we can find somewhere else.” He lowers you down, looking around, before nipping your neck, his fangs scraping your skin and listens to the moan that escapes your lips. Finding the shadows of pillars, he pulls you aside.

“Here is good enough. Any longer and I won’t be able to hold myself back from ripping your dress off your pretty little body” His voice darkens and you can’t help the desire that floods your core. Pushing the image from your mind, you mock anger instead.

“Don’t you dare Theodorus Van Gough.” You glare, watching the amusement cloud his face. He spins you around and presses you against the wall, his hand dragging your skirt over your waist.

“You’re cute, all riled up Hondje, what if I made other sounds come out of your mouth?” Nipping your ear, Theo is careful not to break the skin with his fangs as he scraps along your lobe, listening to the moans that fall from your lips

“Just like that, though don’t be too loud, we don’t want to attract any onlookers now” Theo murmurs, his fingers hooking under your underwear to pull them down and slipping them in his pocket. His hand gropes the flesh of your bottom as you steady yourself against the wall with your hands. You can’t help the rush at knowing where you are. The sound of his belt unbuckling seems to echo down the long dark hallway and you pray that no lost guests find their way down this hallway. His length teases your folds, collecting all your slick as his fingers find their way to your mouth.

“Suck” he commands, and you comply, letting his fingers into your mouth as his tip presses against your entrance. “Look at how ready you are. Such a naughty Hondje, taking my cock during such an important event.” You whimper against his fingers when he chastises you, his length filing you in one thrust. You are grateful for his fingers muffling your sound as your walls accommodate him. He wastes no time in thrusting, feeling your arms give out against the walls, and he presses your body closer to the wall. Only behind held up by him, you feel him lift your leg over his arm, deepening the angle.

“Right there, that’s the spot” He groans, feeling your walls clench over his length, your body quickly succumbing to the pleasure of his rapid thrusts. Only the sound of muffled moans and skin on skin fills the hallway.

“Rub your clit, I want you cumming on my cock” Theo commands, his breath hot against your neck, his control loosening as you feel his fangs tease your skin. The urge to bite you is so strong, a primal instinct as he feels your blood pumping under your skin. Rubbing your clit, you feel the coil in your core become more and more wound up, his thrusts stuttering as his pleasure builds too.

“Cum for me now” He groans, his fangs finally sinking in your neck, as your orgasm washes over both of you. Pressing you tight to the wall, your muscles go weak, and your mind goes blank as you only focus on the pleasure of the bite. You can feel him already licking your neck, his hips stilling against your core.

“Don’t waste a single drop” Theo whispers in your ear, his cock slipping out of your core, his finger slipping from your mouth to press against your entrance. “I knew I brought this for a reason” his voice is soft as he pulls out a plug, pressing it against your entrance to keep your combined fluids inside your womb. When his hand finally lowers your leg, Theo’s vampire strength is the only thing keeping you standing. Your body trembles against his, and Theo lifts you in his arms, carrying you down a hall and into a room.

“The moon is beautiful tonight isn’t it?” His voice startles you out of your thoughts, looking up to meet the gentle prince. Moving your head, you look up at the sky full of stars and the pretty crescent moon in the sky. A soft sigh falls from your lips, reaching your hand up to stroke his hair. 

“It’s a very beautiful view” You smile, referring just as much to the amber-eyed prince above you as the sky behind him. A beautiful flush covers his face and you turn your head slightly to meet Crimson eyes. 

“What do you think Licht? Isn’t this view just the best?” You are set on flustering the Jade Prince, wanting him to feel the love that you have stored for him. Licht rests his head closer to your breast, his eyes looking up at the same view as you. 

“It is a very lovely view” his voice is barely audible, a flush on both of the princes, and you can’t help the giggles that fall from your lips. They look so cute with pink-tinted cheeks, and annoyance in their eyes as they realize what you are doing. Leaning forward, you press your lips to Licht’s before looking at the sky behind him. 

“This is a beautiful view too," you tease him, reaching up to his lips and lazily tracing the outline of his lips. Not taking your teasing, Licht reaches behind you and guides your lips to his, using your hair as leverage to deepen the kiss. A throaty moan escapes the kiss, your hands going to his shirt for balance. You can feel a pair of lips start to trail along your neck. 

“Here, have something sweet” Licht murmurs, picking up a treat and feeding it to Keith over your shoulder, a yelp leaving your lips as some cream escapes the treat and lands on your bare shoulder. The cold sensation has you shivering, trying to hold back the moan from crossing your lips. 

“What? Is there something bothering you?” Feigning innocence, Licht spreads the cream more along your shoulders and up your neck. You tremble slightly as his fingers caress your skin, his crimson eyes taking in your face. 

“What - Oh Keith” your protest is interrupted by a moan as a warm tongue presses against your shoulders. You rest your head back against his warm chest, feeling his hand brush your hair away from your shoulder, baring more skin to the night air. Your eyes shut in bliss as you feel his tongue trace all your erogenous zones, little bite marks being left in your skin. Your hands curl  into Licht’s shirt, trying to get a grip on yourself.

“Want a taste?” Keith’s voice tickles your ear, tongue caressing the lobe as he speaks. A finger dances along your collarbone and up your neck, more cream spreading. Leaning forward, his lips press against Licht in a kiss before going back to trailing the cream along your skin. Almost as if entrances, Licht parts his lips and ducks down, lapping it up eagerly. His teeth bite against your neck, leaving little marks in his wake as he feasts on the cream. 

“Ahh- '' Your moan catches in your throat as your dress is loosened enough to fall off your shoulders. The push and pull between the two princes has desire pooling quickly in your core. Feeling the last of your fabric leave your skin, and pool around your knees, you are suddenly aware of how bare you are. The two princes shift you, making it so that you are  resting between their bodies and shifting you so that you lay out between the two princes. “Look at her, so pretty” Keith’s voice darkens in lust,  his fingers trail lower on your body, and you gaze up into his amber gaze. Heat floods your body at his touch. Licht’s fingers explore your breasts, his tongue following where his fingers trails. The feeling of cream spreads along your breasts, followed by Licht’s tongue as he eats more of the cream. A different substance is mixed in, low moans coming from the prince as he feasts. You can’t tell what he is pouring on you, but it is slightly thicker and a little warm, the change in temperature has the desire in your stomach tightening rapidly. 

“Ahh Keith, Licht '' your toes curl  when fingers press against your heat, a whine leaving your lips. Arching your back off the blanket, you press against their hands, craving more. 

“Have a taste” Licht murmurs, and you feel the substance applied to your thighs, and navel, listening to the hitch in Keith’s breathing as he licks up the treat.  His thumb presses against your clit as his tongue is busy,, listening to the way your breathing increases, the pleasure flooding your body. Adding a third finger, he speeds up this thrusts, until you are sent over the edge, your legs trembling in pleasure. Whispering his name, your hand reaches for his leg, tracing circles into it as your orgasm fades and your legs regain back a little strength.

“Don’t forget about me” Licht’s tongue caresses your ear as you fall from the pleasure. Shaking your head, you meet his eyes, your hands moving to fumble with his belt. 

Crimson eyes bear into yours, watching as you free his length and waste no time taking it slowly into your mouth, your lips wrapping prettily around his tip. Maintaining his eye contact, you slowly take his length in your mouth, muffling the moan that builds from the feeling. Licht’s hand finds your hair and he thrusts his hips impatient into your mouth. 

“Don’t tease me so” his breathless voice only adds more tension as you deliberately press your tongue to the vein under his cock. “Damn it feels so good”

“That’s it, take his cock all the way back” Keith’s voice darkens slightly, as he stills his fingers in your core. Pressing them slightly against your walls, he provides no other movement, watching you rock your hips in hopes of getting him to move. The whines from your lips vibrate against Licht’s length, his hands gripping your hair as his legs start to shake. You take his length all the way back, listening to the growl in his throat as he edges himself with your mouth. Finally he pulls you off, letting you sink into the blanket, drool falling from your lips as you struggle to catch your breath. 

“Now she is even prettier” Licht murmurs, his hand still stroking his hardened cock, as he tilts you closer to him for a kiss. You practically melt as you feel him deepen the kiss, gripping onto his shoulders for strength. You feel Keith's fingers finally move in your core. Thrusting quickly, as his other hand guides your hips higher.

“Ahh please, More” After having him in your mouth, your legs shake with desire, feeling Keith speed up his thrusts, your breath catching harder.  Your pleasure is threatening to consume you, and Keith encourages it by lifting your hips, letting his tongue trail along your clit. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling. Sucking the nub into his mouth, he teases it with his tongue, listening  to your incoherent whines. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you, the feeling fades. Looking up, you meet Keith’s amber gaze, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“More hmm? Look at how greedy you are” Keith growls, effortlessly flipping your position so you are straddling him, his length teasing your folds. 

“Keith, please-” Your second orgasm is rapidly fading away. Rocking your hips against his length, you try to take him all the way. Your hands press against his shoulders, fingers digging into his shoulder blade as you attempt to ride him, his hands being the only barrier. Finally he sinks his length in you in one thrust, listening to the yell of his name as you cum over his length. WIth your walls clenching, he rides your orgasm, thrusting against your sweet spot as your nails dig into him. You bounce your hips, a whine falling when he stops, still fully sheathed inside you. Fingers brush your hair back over your shoulder and you jump at the sensation,  your nerves are on fire as Licht teases your skin, you can feel his finger slide along Keith’s length, preparing you even more. 

“I’m ready, please fill me Licht. I don’t want to wait” Your breathless plea is met with his hands spreading your legs wider, coating his length in your juices.  Pushing your body down towards Keith, Licht raise your hips, deepening the angle. You feel a sudden tension in the air, almost as if something passes between the two princes before Keith captures your lips in a deep kiss. Making sure to steal your breath, his hands rub circles into your hips and you are suddenly aware of a pressure as Licht pushes his length in your core alongside Keith’s. Swears fall from your lips as you stretch around both cocks, feeling overly full and complete. Through your love drunk haze and pleasure of your previous two orgasms, you can feel the tears filling your eyes and falling down your face. 

“Such a good girl, our beautiful girl, '' Keith whispers, reaching up to wipe your tears. He guides your lips in another kiss as Licht finally fully sheathes himself, the two Princes slowly start moving, finding a rhythm that works for the three of you. 

Moans fall from all three of you, when they start to move, taking a few thrusts to find a rhythm that drives you crazy. Hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, the pleasure overwhelms you, wrapping you tightly in its embrace. A whole new feeling presses against your chest, stars bursting behind your eyes, you aren’t fully aware of how your body shakes only feeling their hands hold you up as they ravish you. 

“That’s it, cum for us” The encouraging whisper and caress of your clit has you spiraling over for the third time that night. Your mind hazes over, only their names can fill your mind.  You don’t know how loud you are  as you completely lose control, unable to regulate your voice, or form coherent words as your orgasm races through every nerve of your body. 

You can briefly hear them call out your name as you clamp down on them, feeling hands all over your body as they adjust their grips. Warmth floods your core as they release inside you, both painting your walls with their seed and the three of you collapsing back on the blanket.

Silence reigns as the three of you collect your breaths and thoughts, no one moving to untangle the mess of limbs. Whines leave your lips as you feel them pull out, your body too weightless to move. Adjusting you so that you lay between them, you feel fingers on your face, a hand clumsily caressing your cheek. The sound of kissing fills the air around you, finally opening your eyes to see your lovers locked in a kiss over you. You shut your eyes again, snuggling closer to the two of them. Fingers brush along your core, pressing against your entrance an you open your eyes to see Licht staring down at his fingers, desire consuming his eyes. Keith guides his fingers along your face, tracing the path of your tears, the curve of your cheek. Letting out a soft hum, he presses his lips against yours, deepening the kiss before pulling away. 

“Our little bunny, get some rest” He pulls Licht’s hand from between your legs, licking your combined essence from his fingers as you feel the exhaustion overtake your body. A jacket is wrapped around your body as you gaze up at the sky. The moon and the stars all seem to shine a little brighter, the true witnesses to the alliance forming between kingdoms.  

  Letting out a soft hum, you reach out to them, brushing a hand across Kieth’s cheek, guiding him back toward your lips in a sweet kiss, before doing the same to Licht, savoring the sweet taste on their lips.

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. 

The candles cast a soft glow over the bat, bathing you fiancé in the soft light. His amber eyes watching you move towards him, unhurried and enjoying the sight of him waiting for you on the bed, his hands bound with his scarf.

Kneeling over him, you press your lips to his, taking in his strawberry taste and hum softly in delight. Your fingers stroke his length, showing him your little ‘gift’, a pretty pink cock ring. A flush spreads across his face when he sees the ring, but his legs spread unconsciously.

“I love you” You murmur in his ear, a warmth filling you when he whispers it back, and  slip the ring around his cock and down to his base. Teasing his shaft, you take him in your mouth, listening to his quicken breathes and soft moans of your name. When you feel his thighs start to shake, you pull away, ignoring his protests. Standing up a little away from the bed, you start to strip, putting on a show of removing every layer down to your shift and lingerie. Untying your hair, you finally look back to the bed, your breath catching at the sight.

Jonah is squirming with his mouth open. No words pass his plush lips as his eyes widen and glaze over in lust. His hips arch off the bed when you start the vibrator in the ring, the sensation foreign to him. Smiling at the look of pure pleasure on his face, you crawl back over him.

Running your hands along his thighs, you tease his skin with circles, focusing on the sensitive parts of his thighs, and moving to stroke his length. You contently watch the way his breath hitches as your thumb brushes along the tip of his cock, spreading his precum around the head. A soft groan passes his lips, his amber eyes begging you to let him come already. Bending down, your tongue teases the vein under this cock and his thighs tremble.

Even he doesn’t know what he wants at this point, tears starting to cloud his amber eyes. Going between begging to cum, begging you to ride him, and breathless moans of your name, words all jumble together. Teasing him a little more, you slowly peel off the rest of your clothes, baring your body for his eyes, watching his eyes roam over your curves and skin. Straddling his thighs, your hand wraps back around his length, pumping slowly as the pleasure starts to build again.

“Please, please” his whimpers are music to your ears as you slowly pump his cock with your hand. Near tears, your name falls from his lips as another orgasm floats just out of his reach. Every fiber of his body is tensed and you trace up the planes of his abs with your tongue, taking your time to trace up to his shoulder. Pressing kisses along his shoulders and neck, you finally press your lips against his. Muffling his moans with your mouth, you stroke him harder.

“Please, I need to cum. Please-” Jonah’s voice hits a new level of breathy, tears falling down his face, a blush covering his features as he begs. A fire breaks out in your core, fueled by the need and desire in Jonah's’ voice, how the tears fall down his face, how his hips thrust in search for additional stimulation. You have never seen the Queen of Hearts like this, in such a state of desire. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you gently wipe every tear that falls. Your fingers find your entrance, preparing yourself and providing some stimulation to the fire in your core. You thrust your fingers in your core, watching Jonah’s eyes trail there, pleas falling from his lips. Finally showing him some mercy, you press your hands against his shoulders, sinking fully onto his cock in one smooth thrust. Jonah's eyes widen when he feels your walls spasm around him. Stutters and groans falling from his lips, his head hitting the pillow. Pressing your lips over his chest, you kiss a mark right over his heart, you quicken your pace. The vibrations from the ring presses perfectly against your clit when you fully sheathe him, and you hum, rocking fast and faster against him. His pleas reach your ears and you press your lips against his, to muffle his sounds. Reaching up to the scarf, you unbind his hands, feeling his hands come down to your hips.

“Cum my Queen”  You finally murmur,  feeling close to your pleasure as Jonah finds his release. More tears glisten from his eyes,  his mouth open and breathing shallow as his mind is enveloped in the haze of his orgasm.

Your orgasm follows right after, squeezing and milking him for every drop as you ride your orgasm out, moaning his name against his lips. Slumping against his chest, the two of you breathe for a moment, before you slide off him, and slowly work the ring off his length. Pressing kisses to his cheek and whispering praises in his ear the whole time. His face is flushed  pink as he catches his breath, words not seeming to form in the post orgasm haze.

Leaving his side momentarily, you return with some water and a washcloth, gently wiping the sweat and tears off the Queen ,watching his eyes close as he lets you wipe him down, just like he’s done to you so many times. The tension in his face, back and shoulders are now a forgotten memory, instead his arms wrap around you waist to pull you back into bed with him, ordering you to cuddle him and situation himself on your chest.

“That’s the third time you have rubbed your breast.” A voice next to your ear startles you, your lover standing by your side. Turning to face your love,your back presses against the bookshelves, the library unusually empty from any of the other princes or staff. Jin cages his arms around you, one hand reaching out to brush along your breast, caressing the sensitive nipples and stirring a fire in your core.

“Jin,” Surprise turns to a soft moan of pleasure as he tenderly circles it through your corset, watching the pleasure cloud your eyes. Pressing a little harder, you let out a squeak and slap his hand away, your hand coming up to caress your breast instead. 

“Are they still really tender?” Worry flickers in Jins, gaze, pressing closer to you, his lips trail along your neck and shoulder, his hand coming back up to gently massage your breast, listening to the hitch of your breath. 

“Ahhh, yes.” You shut your eyes and let the feeling wash over you, his smell intoxicating as his closeness brings back the memories of last night. “It feels so good” your whisper brings a bashful smile to your face, opening your eyes to see Jin’s smirk as he hoists you up in his arms, the door opening at that exact moment. Burying your face in his neck, you shut your eyes and just breathe in his smell, not paying attention to the conversation he has, only aware of when he starts moving. Opening one eye, you see him open the door to his room before lowering you on the bed. 

“You have the rest of the day off. It seems I didn’t take proper care of you last night. I’ll have to get you remedied” He murmurs, his face going back to your neck. His lips glide over the marks from last night, barely covered by your dress and hair. Helping you sit up long enough for his deft fingers to unlace your corset, he strips off your dress and undergarments, letting you take his shirt off as well. 

“Now lay back and relax. I am going to take care of you” he promises, his lips following the marks down your chest until he reaches your nipple. His large hands caress your thighs, rubbing over the bruises and soreness. 

“Jin” curling your fingers through his hair, you keep him close to your breasts, feeling his tongue caressing the nipple, pleasure and relief coursing through your nerves. Working his hands up your body, he switches breasts, his hand massaging the other breast, fueled by your moans. Your hands scrape against the base of his skull, keeping him pressed against you, your legs wrapped around his waist, not letting him go to far. A moan escapes you both when he starts rutting against your thigh, keeping his face against your breasts. 

“They are so perfect.  I could love these all day” He murmurs, pulling back slightly for air,  his eyes dark with a primal urge. Grabbing both your breasts, tenderly, he squeezes them lightly and watches your head hit the pillow, a moan of his name falling from your lips. 

“It sounds like you wouldn’t have any complaints either. I have to make up for last night.” Jon murmurs, his tongue flicking across your nipple, before tracing a path through all his marks. Arching your back slightly, his thumb finds your other nipple, alternating between teasing around it and tugging it slightly. Your hips rocks against his in search of stimulation, looking for a way to relieve the pressure growing in your core. The coiling of pleasure is tightening faster, and while Jin senses this, he doesn’t let up. Adding a few extra marks to the ones littering your breasts, Jin starts rutting his length between your core, listening to your moans. 

Shutting your eyes, you keep your head on the pillow, focusing your mind on the sensation, how  tender he is being. Your breasts are being fully loved, not a nerve of them untouched from Jin’s tongue and fingers. One hand reaches down between your legs, rubbing against your clit, as you let the thoughts haze around your brain.  

Memories from last night come flooding, setting you in front of the mirror, he carefully mapped out your body, showing you every curve he loved and his lips explored  every inch of skin. His arms held you secure as he rained affection on you.

“Jin!!” the orgasm that floods your body comes from nowhere. The pleasure spreads through every nerve slowly, lasting far longer than usual, almost like a slow fire in your veins. Your nails dig into his shoulders, as your mind is clouded in a haze of only him. Clenching down on nothing, whines leave your lips. 

“Do you need more?” Jin murmurs, rolling and twisting your nipples to prolong the pleasure. 

“Yes” You whine, brain barely able to form functional sentences. The only thought racing through your mind was him. His hands leave your breasts, and you let out a protest, only stopping when his hands grab your thighs, making sure you are spread enough to take his length. You can feel the tip pressing at your cores and your hands reach for his hips, wanting to pull him into you. 

“Stop teasing me please” you whimper, feeling him brush along your folds, and tease the tip, barely entering you before going back and repeating. Heat is pressing through your body again, an inferno that rages put of control until he quenches it. “Jin” The whisper of his name breaks his restraint. Pressing a kiss on your lips, his face drops back to your neck as he sheathes himself in one thrust, your walls accommodating him immediately. The pressure and soreness from last night is a pleasurable pain, one that is easily remedied when Jin starts thrusting, hips snapping against yours.

Whispering praises in your ear, he whispers everything he loves about your body. Praise for every curve, how well you take him, how hard you worked. His thrusts punctuate every sentence, and your mind slowly starts losing focus. All you can feel is him, how good he feels, how perfect he fills you. One of his hands sneaks back up to your breast, going back to teasing the nipple, listening to the needy whines from your lips and moans of his name. His lips take care of the other nipple, and you feel your orgasm building faster and faster. His hips start to stutter as well, groans of your name reach your ears. 

Your body shivers as his fingers trail to your nipples, peach eyes entrancing yours in the mirror. There isn’t a sound in the room around you, your breath held as you wait to see what your lover does next. You can feel the warm glow that the candles cast around the room, as you sit on his lap in front of an ornately decorated mirror. What started as him brushing your hair, turned into a lesson of love. He had already bared you, leaving not an ounce of clothing on your figure as he explores your body. Your legs are spread on either side of his own in a provocative display. His mouth is busy with your neck, while his fingers explore your skin, finding the supple flesh of your breast the current focal point. When he takes a nipple in his fingers, you finally break the silence of the room with a moan. Adjusting yourself around him, you feel his length twitch against your walls, reawakening your desire in your core. his fingers rolling your nipple between his fingers, tongue trailing along the column of your neck. Soft moans fall from your lips as you rest your head against his chest.

“Blanc” His name is a simple plea for more, the feeling driving you crazy. You struggle with your binds, the peach ribbon holding your hands behind you and around his neck.

“What beautiful?” His voice is a purr in your ear as his fingers pull away from your breasts, hands falling down to your hips.

“Please, move. I want to feel you more” You whisper, trying to rock against his hips for stimulation. Blanc just smiles at you through the mirror. You watch his lips caress your neck, tongue tracing the skin. His hips roll against yours, and you moan as his length finally starts moving, filling you so perfectly. His deliberate movements and the feeling of his fingers caressing your nipples overwhelm your senses, your head falling back. When your eyes fall shut, however, his fingers leave your body, and his movements still.

“Blanc-”

“If you want me to continue you have to keep your eyes on the mirror” He whispers in the mirror, waiting until your eyes are trained back on his before his hands return to your breasts. His lips lower to your shoulders, his hips finally resuming their slow roll in your core. It is a struggle to not follow your instinct and close your eyes, instead watch his fingers as he pinches your nipple. One of his hands leaves your breast, trailing instead down to your clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves as more pleasure floods your body. Legs trembling, his smile only grows wider when your orgasm approaches, his hand leaving your clit so your body loses the stimulation. Slowly picking up speed, his thrusts speed up and his fingers work your clit in time to his thrusts. His name falls from your lips as he continues teasing your clit, slowing down only when your pleasure threatens to overwhelm you.

“Blanc-” Your breathy moan has his eyes widening, before he smiles at you, pressing his mouth right against your ear.