#fe3h fluff

A spark. A fire. An explosion bursts in Dimitri’s mind when you turn to face him. He thinks you are wide awake but you are not. Your breath warm against his lips making him shiver in delight. Dimitri is flushed head to toe, his breath coming in ragged stutters when he watches your peaceful sleeping expression. He couldn’t take his eye off of your lovely form, nor could ignore his hunger for you.

Your eyes feel heavy, every so often they will slip shut only to be jolted awake. That familiar tug in your chest soothing you back to sleep. His hands dropping back to your breasts, cupping them, feeling the weight in his palms. Dimitri closes his eyes and leans in, pulling a nipple between his lips, and begins sucking—gently—as his fingers knead your breast. As Dimitri licks and sucks from your left breast, his other hand massages your right breast. The moans that escape your throat is one of contentment and desire, a purr practically rumbling beneath the surface. 

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Dimitri couldn't look away from you—not when he could hear your breathing get heavier from his ministrations. His gaze softens when he sees you stir awake and stare at him with half lidded eyes.

“Mmmh... Mitri...? Again?”

“Please forgive me, Beloved. I am a prisoner of your ravishing beauty—unable to resist your warmth,” he apologizes. His voice is laced with guilt and shame, but Dimitri is being honest.

Hard as you try, you can’t even lift your eyelids. Weakly curling your hand against Dimitri’s arm, you beckon him to get closer. “I don’t mind. You can do anything you want Mitri. I’m....”

“Thank you for indulging me and my selfishness, love.”

“If it’s you...” You are barely able to finish your words and choose to give Dimitri a nod before going back to sleep again. Everything feels fuzzy and warm. With everything that happened and done in the past night and this morning you are beyond exhausted and in dire need of sleep.

There’s a gust of cold air as Dimitri lifts the blanket delicately and slides in next to you again. He wraps his arms around you and it’s skin against skin, so warm and familiar. Affection fills his heart as he caresses your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss. His lips are gentle and warm, so are his kisses. It tickles, almost, but you don’t have the energy to laugh or even flinch.

Dimitri’s kisses grow firmer, more insistent. It only takes a few seconds of chaste, soft kisses before Dimitri is pushing forward, dipping his tongue between your lips, exploring your lax mouth with an urgency.

His hand snakes around to find your clit and traces his thumb against your pearl. The way his milky white cum is leaking from your pretty pussy had him lightly skimming his fingers over it and stuffing it back into your tight hole before thumbing your clit and watching you whimper in your sleep. It reminds him of your previous passionate night and morning together—something he will never get enough.

“I am sorry I can’t hold it much longer, Beloved,” he growls before positioning himself against your heat. Eagerness starts to flood Dimitri as he begins to slide his cock up and down your wet slit, then slips his length between your folds. He bites his bottom lip, being precarious as he is able to slowly slide in and out relishing your tight velvety walls.

His cock is burning hot inside you, spreading warmth throughout your whole body. The stretch is easy, and you are soaked that you can’t feel anything but the pleasant ache of it. You feel sedated, almost, drugged into happy compliance.

A soft groan rumbles from Dimitri’s chest as he slowly pummels his cock inside of your limp body, but quickly decides to pick up the pace. Dimitri is pounding so deep that your entire body is rocking with the motion, and he’s helpless to resist it. It’s like riding a wave, tossed rhythmically by the sea, by Dimitri.

Tracing his fingers along your legs and inner thighs Dimitri grabs your hips and pulls you closer. He began to spear into you even harder. Astonishment, lust, and adoration fill Dimitri’s eye as he watches your mesmerizing breasts bounce with every thrust. Loud creaks, lewd smacks, and heavy grunts echo through Dimitri’s quarters as he is hammering into you, his mouth claiming your body impatiently.

“So good. Goddess, my Beloved you feel so good. Always so good for me.” Dimitri sings between his breaths as he kisses your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Mmmh... Mi.. tri....” you squeak between your sleep-slurry voice. You slowly wake up as Dimitri’s thrusts speed up. Your eyes open as you rock back and forth. “Dimitri?” Your tone changed.

“I love being inside of you, Beloved,” he growls into your ear. His fingers dig into your hips. “I’m close!”

You realize what is going on. “Dimitri!” you exclaim, but then his cock hits that spot and you moan. The force of your walls milking his cock, as your orgasm claims your body sends Dimitri spiraling over the edge. He thrusts twice more before coming inside you with a grunt and a harsh bite to your neck—strong enough to bruise it. His cum spilled inside your walls, painting it in beautiful cream as rope after rope of heat shoots from his body deep in your womb.

Your body quakes as a shiver courses through you, jerking Dimitri as you remain joined through heavy pants and slick, cooling skin. You match Dimitri’s labored breaths, feeling the warmth of his release spreading inside you, sending little tendrils of tingling satisfaction down to the very tips of your fingers.

You sigh, breathless and exhausted, and you whine when Dimitri slips out, leaving an aching emptiness in his wake. Your cunt is wet with a mixture of your juice and his cum, slippery when you move your legs. Dimitri kisses you again and you can’t even respond. Moans and sighs fail to escape from your lips because Dimitri occupies your mouth—drinking them in greedy, passionate kisses as you try to reel in your mind.

“What was that....? Dimitri....”

A huge yawn stifles your words and poof. And you are out like a light. Sleep talk. Another sleep talk. Dimitri understands your meaning, though, because he smiles and says, “Ah, did I wake you up?”

You think Dimitri’s speaks something; you can hear the low rumble of his voice. You can feel it. You can’t make out the words but you hope he’s smiling—which he is.

Dimitri is leaning over you and you can feel the vibrations of his voice in the heavy weight of his arm against your chest. His large arm is anchoring you to the bed. Comforting, lovely pressure that melts you further into the mattress.

Your body is too weak to move, too exhausted to obey your brain, and you can’t snuggle into his arms. You feel sluggish like a ragdoll as you reach and manage to pinch his cheeks—hard. Dimitri’s eye widens in surprise when you pout and flick his forehead out of nowhere.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Y-you really... went all out on me.”

“I apologize for my impertinence, love.”

Dimitri kisses and licks the spot where he bit down earlier—adding more love marks. You can feel his lips twitch upwards when he hears your mewls of his name and ragged breath from his lavish temptation. “Did I disturb your slumber?”

You hummed in satisfaction. “Even better. Feel free to wake me up like that any time, Mitri.”

“B-Beloved!!”

It’s amusing to watch Dimitri explode with embarrassment and cradle his face. Goddess. He is so adorable.

His lips touch your face again, pressing gently to your cheek, the side of your nose, eyelids, forehead. His breath is warm. You flex your fingers, wanting to stroke them through Dimitri’s hair. Your hand isn’t in the right place, though. You feel Dimitri laugh. Overflowing bursts of air. He kisses your forehead again.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep, love,” he murmurs.

“.... So you can continue your actions?”

“N-no!!”

“I don’t mind, Mitri.”

“(Y/N)? I-I will not do su—"

Sealing his words with a chaste kiss, you smile sweetly at Dimitri. He only sighs and runs his fingers through your damp hair.

“I love you dearly. You are the most beautiful thing in this world to me. And it will be my absolute pleasure to make you sure of that for the rest of my life. Thank you for letting me bask in your warmth,” he mumbles lovingly.

that was it. felix would begrudgingly stay for 10 more minutes in case byleth had come looking for him, and then leave. he figured he might as well grab some refreshments to give him strength too.

“hey!” felix hides his surprise upon seeing you in line for drinks at the same time as him with a blank stare. “where have you been all night? dimitri and i were looking for you.”

“really? sure didn’t look like it earlier.” he really didn’t want to hear dimitri’s name right now. their friendship remained severed for years, but his blood had never ran colder from just hearing his name until it rolled off of your tongue so frivolously.

“oh,” you turn away with a sheepish smile. “yeah but don’t get the wrong idea. it’s just that...it’s traditional for the house leaders to begin dancing promptly..”

felix takes a sip of his newly acquired drink. “spare the details. this is enough proof that i will get stronger than you. you’re out here wasting your time with dances and romance, and i am going to continue to surpass you in the sword and in the way of the warrior.”

to anyone else, felix would be asking for an argument. he was always picking fights with everyone who challenged him, either verbally, or physically (through sparring). since the beginning of the school year, you have watched him stick to his principles, which at first did not appear to include caring for relationships. but after witnessing how he discreetly watches over his friends, and not too long before the grand ball, asked you to join him to try a new technique during training, there was something underneath his disappointment with you.

“nonetheless, don’t stay out too late. we have a big mission coming up and i’d be annoyed if you got sick. i’m leaving.”

“felix wait!” your voice shakes, but you remain firm.

“what? make it quick.” he frowns. the last thing he needs right now is you feigning sympathy for him and begging him to stay longer. he was already mere seconds away for abandoning his feelings for you right then and there without turning back.  

“all this talk about getting stronger....you know you can’t do that all alone, right?”

“there’s no one out there who could keep up with me at this point,” felix scoffs. “what? are you trying to say you’re up to honing your disciplines now?”

you roll your eyes. “i always have been. if i have to follow you to wherever could be more enticing than bonding with my classmates and friends than so be it.”

“fine. it’s not my job to hold you accountable for your word anyway.”

--

“staring off into space and brooding isn’t really ‘mental training’, felix.” you chide, causing him to scowl down at the brilliant view of the monastery from the goddess tower.

you were already feeling anxious about the implications of being alone with him in a secluded place like this. a secluded place with legends of promises of romance and hopes for the future for most people who found themselves in pairs of two at the heights of the monastery.

felix has no words to offer in objection to your implied definition of interpersonal reflection. alas, the lack of conversation leaves you with the sound of crickets. surprising, how the most minute of white noise could either help you relax or be even louder than your own thoughts.

“though, i can’t really blame you for taking in the world from above,” you join him on the balcony, arms crossed over the handrail. “the night sky in the mountains is clearer than the eroded dark skies during the winters of faerghus.”

“i don’t dislike the night. i’ve never been afraid of the dark, any alleged demons that came out would be cut down anyway. speaking of which, we could spar here sometime. there’s a lot more privacy than the training grounds.”

you can’t comprehend how felix could dance around, yet so explicitly express his desire to be alone with you. diving into the dangerous waters of teasing him, you grin mischievously.

“and you’re always going on and on about how dense dimitri is.” you murmur.

“ugh! if you have something to say, it’s better to not mumble, you know?” felix scoffs, a hair’s away from falling for whatever scheme you had up your sleeve in bringing up the prince. “whatever. i don’t want to waste my time prying into something so unimportant that you couldn’t even say it clearly.”

whenever he fires off the cannon of a tongue he was born with, you always have to study his expression. you didn’t expect to end up making direct eye contact with a person who dislikes it, his orange orbs complimenting the galaxies above.

“do you know why i train with you, felix?” you ask.

“no, i do not know. you want to become stronger right?” he exhales, shaking his head as he shrugs with his arms up.

“yeah, that’s a big reason. but also,” now comes the true gamble. no one else would dare to poke a bear, or in this case, a lone wolf. you were probably the first person in years to tenderly touch his cheek the way you did, and without him flinching away.

he could’ve pushed you away. but did he really want to take that risk when you could go back to the ball and cry on dimitri’s shoulder? for the first time, felix suppresses the urge to stay in the shadows, and grants you the honor of pulling him out.

“i admire the strength of your entire being. particularly in your eyes....they’re just like stars. whenever they twinkle passionately on the battlefield or during training, i feel all of my wishes coming true. the legendary powers of this tower don’t even come close to the hope you fill me with.” you gently caress his soft skin under your thumb.

felix is worried. he’s worried that he won’t be able to savor the feeling of your warm hand any longer, as he’s about to melt from your declaration alone. it’s  hard for him to process any form of affection, especially when it’s from his beloved partner in battle.

wait, beloved?

“y-you..!” felix grumbles, his voice cracking as he chokes out the last syllable. he reaches for your wrist, wanting to move your hand away. but he lets it linger, clinging onto you for support. you were the one who caused this mess, it’s your job to fix it.

“you okay?” he hates how innocently you blurt out the question, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“no! i mean, you can’t just say things like that so suddenly!” he facepalms with his other hand. “just...but don’t go anywhere okay?”

you snort under your breath and both of you withdraw your hands. “noted. we might as well get in some dance practice, though. after all i only got to dance with dimitri before you-”

“stop talking about dimitri.” felix snaps. “you’ve mentioned the boar enough for one night, give it a rest already.”

you laugh in disbelief, not because you’re mad at him. you just never would’ve expected your hypothesis to be true.

“i was right. you are jealous after all.” felix blushes. he hates having been caught so easily, but is also relieved that you understand his feelings.

“shut up. now, what’s this dance practice you were talking about?”

you guide felix’s hands and posture into the appropriate positions, based on professor byleth’s brief private instruction on dance. to this day, you don’t know why you were chosen as the class’ representative for the white heron cup, but your fifteen minutes of fame came in handy for wooing the swordsman in front of you.

“well,” you take the lead, as the two of you sway in sync and he grows less stiff as you squeeze his hand. “balance, concentration, chemistry between allies...these are all things you’ll need in battle. you’d do best to focus on other things other than the training dummy that you’ve beaten to the ground, literally.”

“tch.” felix turns away from you, albeit keeping his grip firm on you. “i don’t dislike that idea. if it makes you happy.” his last sentence is void of his usual sarcastic and dry tone, and replaced with a gentleness that you could get used to.

        you usually had to fight linhardt on a fair amount of things. going to class, eating meals at normal times, and training. but you never once had to tell him to get some sleep. on the other hand, that’s the one thing he would constantly pester you about. always telling you to get more sleep, go to bed, take a nap, etc. one particular evening, you found him in the black eagle’s homeroom surrounded by books and various academic papers on crests. 

        “ah, (y/n) you’re here! i just finished my report on my predictions of the future of crests. could you give it a read before i show it to professor byleth?”

         “sure lin, only if you promise to go get some dinner after. it’s already 10pm.” you scolded. he sighed in response.

         “fine…” you took a seat next to him and started to read his paper. you had read many of his papers in the past since you had always been close friends. most people got frustrated by his (what appeared to be) laziness but even after knowing him for about a week, you started to see him for who he really was. a peaceful intellectual who valued sleep over all else. you eyes scanned each page but all too quickly, you felt a weight on your shoulder and heard soft yet familiar snores. you rolled your eyes but could help to feel pretty affectionate for your drowsy friend. knowing how much he valued his sleep, you let him rest there, trying to shift so he’d be more comfortable. as you scooted around, you recalled a memory from when you first became friends with linhardt.

         “y’know, i hear you talking about sleeping a lot but i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen you asleep.”

         “oh… i feel a little weird sleeping around people i don’t know super well. i fall asleep during class pretty often but that’s because i trust the other black eagles greatly.” you smiled softly, admiring his trust in his classmates.

         “so i assume you falling asleep on my shoulder is a no go?” he chuckled in response.

         “not yet. that’s a whole other level of trust. can you imagine? what if i started snoring, or drooling, or sleep talking? i’d have to trust you with my life and more before i’d do that.”

         you couldn’t help but smile at the fond memory, but your stirring quickly woke up the sleepy lump on your shoulder. 

         “good morning sleepyhead.”

         “...i wanna sleep on the ground.” before you could question him anymore he was rolling onto the ground and pulling you with.

         “lin!” you screeched, “what the hell are you doing? just go to bed you weirdo!” you tried to be angry but couldn’t suppress your giggles. despite all of your protest, you ended up leaned against the wall with linhardt curled up in your lap. his soft snores soon resumed, and you took the time to observe his face. soft features adorned his face, looking so calm that you couldn’t stop the sleepiness from weighing down your eyelids too. as you began to doze off, you rustled your fingers through his hair, combing it and smoothing it out. his presence was warm, like sunshine on a summer day, making you feel safe and sound. before you knew it, you had drifted off as well.

***

         you woke up to voices. loud voices… and giggles. you pulled yourself out of your sleepy state only to see an array of students standing above you. once linhardt’s eyes were open, he shot up- face ablaze with embarrassment. he turned around, half into your shoulder and half into the wall, groaning. as embarrassed as you were as well, you couldn’t help but find linhardt’s sudden shyness adorable. 

         “good morning students.” you heard professor byleth announce as they walked into the classroom. “let’s set up for- (y/n)? what are you doing in our classroom? with linhardt…?” a chorus of ‘oohs’ erupted from the students. 

         “we’re so sorry professor, it won’t happen again- we promise!” you stumbled over your words, pulling yourself and linhardt up. byleth sighed.