#noct x reader

The rest of the group isn’t asleep this time. Even you knew when to quit. This time they’re exploring somewhere nearby, wandering around on foot. You hope they get lost. Take a wrong turn and don’t show up for another hour or so. Because this time, the top is down. 

The chilly night air nips at your arms and legs, sending shivers throughout your body from moment to moment. Now, there are no windows- no doors to block the sounds that will eventually come forth. There’s nothing to guard your little devious secret from whatever unfortunate or curious soul decides to get too close. And most of all? 

There’s nothing to block the vision of you- sitting pretty with your pussy grinding into Prince Noctis’ bulge as he whines underneath you. 

It’s fascinating watching him from up above like this. He doesn’t look so Princely with the seat reclined and his lip caught between his teeth. Regardless, you would have to say it’s your favorite few of him so far. So needy, so  needy. You just want to take care of him all night long.

But time isn’t on your side. That’s why you do what you can. And you do it good. 

He groans in defeat when you stop moving your hips over his lap. His cock twitches beneath you with want and anticipation and need. But a quick shush and a teasing hand pulling down his boxers is enough to get him silent again. You tug at them slowly, pulling the fabric down his legs inch by inch until a nice little present spring free. 

It’s hard to see his dick from this angle, but you can tell that it’s fully erect from the way it sticks straight up and slaps against your thigh. A quiet, almost silent sound escapes the dark-haired prince, though he’s more focused on watching your hand reach and around your backside. When your fingers find his cock, you give him a few experimental tugs- relishing the way he hisses from the pleasure- before lining him up with your entrance. 

It’s no more than a few seconds of adjusting, but to you, it feels like an eternity. You’ve spent so long dreaming about this. Ever since you laid eyes on his d- no, ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew you had to have him. Now, he’s finally yours. Ready and ripe for the taking. Him and that delicious dick of his. 

You don’t waste time. The second you’re lined up, you sink down on him. You’re gasping before the tip is fully in and moaning as the inches begin to fill you up inside. Slowly, slowly, slowly, the stretch is amazing. All too soon, Noct’s hands fly to your hips. Still, he makes no move to force you down faster. His grip on your body alone is enough to tell you that he’s enjoying the tight fit as much as you are. 

“Noct, baby?” Your voice comes out all airy and desperate once you finally sink all the way down. Full. That’s all you feel, just full.  Part of you wishes you skipped part one and part two just straddle him from the get-go and go to town. The other half of you just can’t think with him so deep inside of you. He’s too thick. Too long and too hot and too much all at once. As much as you want to keep your composure, you’re finding it harder and harder to keep up the facade. “Noct, baby you like that?”

“Y-yeah. Shit-” You’re rolling your hips as he curses, taking the opportunity to make yourself comfortable on his lap. His eyes are on you, half-lidded and dark, as you fuck yourself on his dick. Involuntarily, you clench around him from the mere sight of the Prince looking up at your like you’re prey. It’s different than all that’s happened in the past. He’s not the only one getting pleasured. Even still, you thought you could still keep the upper hand for just a little while longer. But now, he’s looking more and more like the Prince you used to tease and- “Good girl.”

Oh.

Oh. 

When you freeze, it’s halfway down his cock with wide eyes and parted lips. You’re panting- panting like a dog by the time he takes over. It’s a silent switch of command. The reigns you used to keep such a tight hold on relinquished in seconds. And he’s there. Picking up the pieces and taking control just like the ruler he was meant to be.

His grip tightens to the point where it’s more than just a simple guiding touch to set the paste. It’s a bruising hold. It’s firm and powerful. It’s taking arms where he knows he’s most needed. 

And it’s forcing you to bounce.

You can’t help the sharp gasp as he moves you up and down on his dick. It reaches so deep, so impossibly deep inside of you. It’s disorienting being taken a hold of like this, but with the way he’s making you feel, you don’t want to go back. You can’t go back. Not when he’s making you feel like you could cum in just seconds. 

The whiny little Prince you would tease and please is gone. This is the future king you’re riding. This is the future king is allowing you to ride him like the desperate whore you are. You ruining him? What a joke. That was yesterday’s dream. When you all you had to worry about was a dick in your hands or a cock on your tongue. Reality is whimpering like a bitch in heat because that’s what you’ve been reduced to. Reality is falling in love with a Prince’s growls and commands, just because he’s lying underneath you, making himself known between your legs. 

Circumstances that don’t involve you bracing yourself again the doors of the Regalia on two shaky legs. They also don’t involve you trying to bite back moans and gasp that threaten to slip out as a certain Prince crouches below you, kneads the soft skin of your thighs, and makes a meal out of your pussy.

“M-mhm!” You nod, answering the three boys in front of you with a less than convincing smile as you bit down on your lip. Before you can give a follow-up comment, you feel Noctis give your thigh a squeeze before moving to suck on your clit. Immediately, pleasure shoots up your body like lightning. The sensation causes you to let out a squeak, causing the group’s looks of concern to deepen. “Umm... I-I’m just feeling a little off, that’s all, haha…” 

They don’t press you further as you trail off with an awkward laugh. Instead, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto turn back to each other to continue the conversation they were previously having before speaking to you. You watch their backs for a couple of seconds, half-listening in on their discussion but the words just go in one ear and out the other. It’s hard to keep focus when someone keeps insisting they tongue fuck you mere inches away from their friends. 

When you determined that the three unknowing voyeurs are too involved in their conversation to pay attention to you, you take the chance and look down with a glare twisted onto your face. In your view is half of Noctis’s face. The other half is conveniently making quick work of your pussy, trying so hard to make you come undone in such a public setting while his hands hold up your skirt. 

His eyes are really what get you. Those beautiful blue eyes of his that you previously adored have become nothing but a menace to you as arches a perfect eyebrow and looks up at you deviously. He doesn’t bother trying to play innocent. Not when he subtly guides your hips into riding his face. He’s more than ready to get proper revenge for all those times you spend toying with him. Whether it was taking charge or being a tease, he wanted to get back at you. No, he needed to get back at you. 

And what goes around, comes around after all. 

Your legs are really starting to quiver.  Both from his onslaught and from being in this position so long. It’s getting so bad that your thighs are threatening to close in on his head (though you have a sneaking suspicion that’s exactly what he wants from you). But every time you try to move- try to run away from him- his arms are right there. Circling your hips and tracing small patterns in your skin to calm you down. To distract you while your mind starts to slip. And when you try to fight against the feeling, his grip only tightens. 

You’re his. You’re his to do whatever he wants with. And what he wants now? Simple. 

His meal.

“Noct-” His name rushes out of your mouth breathlessly. It’s taking all your strength to keep your voice to a whisper and to keep your hands gripping onto the car door instead of burying them in his hair. “Wha- What are you-”

“Cleaning my cum out,” He answers easily as he pulls away from your poor, overstimulated pussy. You can’t help but shiver at such foul language coming from your sweet little Prince as you glance down at him. The area surrounding his mouth is glistening with your juices. It’s embarrassing to see just how wet and messy you are down there but it was even more embarrassing to see him slowly lick his lips as he refuses to break eye contact with you. “Or did you want to keep it all for later?”

He accents his question by flicking his tongue against your clit. You draw a sharp gasp, hips wiggling as he dives back in to finish what he started- and this time, he moves with purpose. Your mouth falls open into a silent gasp as your chest heaves up and down. Wave after wave, white-hot jolts of pleasure are sent through your body as he sucks and licks, and ohmygod, what is he doing to me??

The noises he’s making are sloppy and loud and wet. It’s too much. It’s way too much. Your eyes flutter shut as he supports you further by practically holding you up while he eats you out. You’re moving your hips wildly, just chasing every feeling that he gives to you as that familiar feeling starts to tighten in your stomach. You’re starting to get close to the edge and he can feel it too. 

“That’s it.” He pulls away just to murmur against your skin and press a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “That’s my baby.” 

He speeds up. Sucking harder. Licking faster. There’s no mercy in store for you. 

“Mmm, Noct!” You’re falling apart. You had always been the one on top. Always. So how did you end up here? Princes don’t belong on their knees. And especially don’t belong princes don’t belong on their knees for some tease like you. “Mmm, please, please please-”

No mercy at all. 

“You’re so good for me,” He muses fondly, and you're keening over, only seconds away from tears. “So, so good for me, aren’t you?” 

“Yes- yesyesyes,” You nod your head frantically, too far gone to even notice the attention on you. The attention that’s always been on you. “Yes, I’m-”

But when a prince is kind, he’ll allow you certain liberties when you allow him certain liberties. For example, he won’t make you kneel on the hard, cold pavement that is the very road he drives at night. Instead, he’ll allow you to sit in the passenger seat as he bites his lip, hoping to keep quiet so that the rest of his party sleeps through the way you have your hand down his pants.

“Noct, baby, you almost there?” Your whisper comes out in a rush, tongue swiping across your bottom lip as your eyes narrow in his cock. You’re drunk on the sight of it. “You close? Baby, you close?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah-” He all but chants, hands gripping the side of his seats, and you squeeze him tighter. Standing at slightly above average in length, his dick is something to drool over. His cock is long and pretty- a nice color with a good amount of veins that you just know will feel good inside of you. The way he leaks all over your fingers is encouragement enough to keep going, to keep pleasuring him. And the way it pulsates, all hot and heavy in your hand? Pure gold. “Haaah, yeah- yeah, I’m close. Hrggh, please….please I’m so close.”

It’s hard to keep him calm when you’re doing this to him, but you don’t exactly blame him when the Regalia jerks and jerks anytime he starts to feel too good. You’re more than happy to do this for him- more than happy to please. But his friends were camping outside, sleeping only a couple feet from where the car was parked. The doors are shut tight, sure. And the top is securely on. But even if the night sky was pitch black and the car was completely closed in, all it took was one little peek and a moan that’s a little too loud to ruin the moment.

Of course, that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to tease him, though.

“Noctis~” Your voice comes out as sweet yet hushed while you pump his dick a little harder. “You’re so vocal! It’s really cute.”

For a moment, he glances over at you. He’s pretty like this, you can’t help but note. He’s always been pretty, but you can’t help but admire the way such a power figure falls weak to you. The glare on his face has no fire, no backbone, and falters all too quickly when your thumb rubs at the head of his cock. His mouth parts as a desperate moan spill out, and those beautiful blue eyes of his disappear as he throws his head back against the seat.

That’s when you really start to stroke with purpose.

It’s an uncomfortable lean you have to deal with as you do it, but it’s all worth it in the end.

Everything is to coax a sound out of him. A breathy, quiet moan or a deep, powerful groan. A soft little whine or needy little whimper. So what if you have to reach across the center console to give the prince a handjob. The awkward way you have to stretch across the car just to be close to him tugs at your clothes in a way that makes your mini skirt all too scandalous and your top practically useless at this point.

Give him a little show of what comes with the main course while he receives his appetizer.

“Please…” The groan he gives you is downright sinful. It takes every ounce of your willpower to not take your focus off of him and to avoid reaching between your legs. “Just let me- just let me…”

His voice trails off as you lean into him some more, kissing his cheek before whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You’re just as breathless as him, watching him squirm and come undone. Underneath his midnight black bangs, his eyes squeeze shut as he chases his high. His cock twitches within your hand, veins pulsating as you work your magic on him. Up and down, up and down, his hips buck in time with your strokes that just seem to move faster and faster.

“Right there?” You ask when his breathing suddenly labors.

“R-right, right there.” He confirms, sucking in a sharp breath. “Don’t stop- please don’t stop….ahh”

You obey readily, drinking up his every reaction. You kiss his cheek again, speaking soft, dirty words of encouragement as you ask him, beg him to paint your hand with his seed. His skin is warm, feverish even, underneath your lips, and you know he just wants release. He meets your words with a cry, blue eyes flicking open just long enough to flicker down to your lips. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to meet him with a proper kiss- lips molding against him so easily. You take over control, guiding the kiss and being a little more forceful so he could focus on himself and only himself. But when that doesn’t push him over the edge, you pull back and blow softly into his ear.

He cums with a start, voice dripping dangerously between a groan and a growl. White, hot ropes shoot out from his cock and onto your hand. You slow down your strokes to a snail-like pace, but you never fully stop. You like the way he whines as you ease him through his orgasm. You like the way he’s sensitive.

You like the way he is when he’s with you.

“Mmmm…” The moan he lets out comes from a place deep within his throat. It’s low but satisfying. You know he likes what you do to him. “Mmm…”

You fight the urge to smirk as his hand starts to grip your hair tighter. Instead, you focus on slowly running your tongue up the length of his erect cock. It stands full and bright and pulsates with the attention you give it. The tip is already leaking, precum dripping down the side of his dick in a slow, white, and yummy-looking trail. When a drop makes its way onto your eagerly awaiting tongue, you instantly licking your lips, savoring the salty taste of the Prince’s own precious seed coating your taste buds.

You couldn’t wait to ruin him.

The position the two of you are in is far more proactive, far more indicative of what sinful activities are going on between you and Prince Noctis. He’s sitting in the driver’s seat of the Regalia once more. Only this time, he sat the chair sideways- facing the opened door of the car as you kneel between his legs. His free hand sits off to the sit, gripping the seat with whiten knuckles, tense and tight with desperation and need.

For the most part, he’s fully dressed. With the fly of his pants down, you go to town as the hem of his shirt caught is between his teeth. It exposes a good bit of his slim and toned figure, straining under your attention. As much as you love all the pretty little noises he makes when you’re with him, you have to keep him nice and quiet for right now. You really don’t want someone to walk in on your private time with him.

After all, this sight is for your eyes only.

You meet his eyes as you straight up run your tongue around the head of his cock. You make sure For a second, those beautiful blue eyes of his widen in surprise beyond slipping close in pure and utter ecstasy. His hand tugs a little harder at your hair, pulling in no particular direction. Your face breaks out into a smirk at his impatience.

The kiss you press to the head of his dick is soft. Almost sweet and innocent if it weren't for the cheeky little smile you couldn’t help but flash at him. Even with his shirt between his teeth, you can see his lip quirk up in annoyance. As much as you want to draw this session out and take your time with him, you know you’re limited. The moments you have are borrowed at best. That’s why you don’t hesitate any longer to wrap your mouth around his dick.

You start sucking on the head instantly and you know he likes what you’re doing. You can tell by the way he sucks in a harsh breath and hisses through clenched teeth. When you peer up at him through half-lidded eyes, you’re met with the sight of his eyes forced shut. His bangs hide most of his face, almost taking away such a perfect view of something delicious if it weren’t for your angle. Who knew that all it took to get the best seats in the house was to get on your knees and hollow out your cheeks?

You go at it for a while and you don’t let him set the pace. The second your hands meet his thigh, you hold him down and take even more control. He strains against your grip, never fighting you back with his full strength as your head bobs up and down his cock. You know he could easily overpower you. That’s why you take advantage of every single moment you have him reduced to nothing but a whiny little mess who can do nothing but take orders and buck his hips every time he starts feeling a little too good.

When you start deepthroating him, you know you have to wrap things up sooner rather than later. The groans that pass through his lips are becoming more and more frequent, and the sound of your wet and sloppy gurgles and slurps are telling. If you knew he was going to be this sensitive with your mouth, you would have insisted that the group should have set up camp a little farther away than where the Regalia had been parked. Then again, you suppose you’re at fault too. It’s hard to keep your hands off such a pretty boy. It’s even harder to keep away from that gorgeous dick of his.

“Hrrgh!”

Your eyes flash up to his face when the Prince produced a particularly loud sound. The hand tangled in your hair tightens again, and you’re almost pulled off of him. His blue eyes, half squinting down at you are going cloudy with lust.

“C-close…” Was all he could murmur between gritted teeth before you felt his whole body tighten up beneath you. Seconds later, he’s shaking- let out another groan as something hot spills into your mouth and down your throat. You don’t waste any time, switching between swallowing his cum and sucking the rest of his soul out of his body. It’s a little overstimulating for him, you can tell by the way his groans turn into whines.

You pull your mouth off his dick with a loud pop and gaze up at him. His eyes are still foggy, but he’s just as cute and as fucked out as ever.

The rest of the boys aren’t too far away. Distracted, yes, but within earshot. At any moment they could hear something go down. At anymore moment they could  sense  something happening. It wouldn’t take anything but a few, meager little seconds to look over and see-

The other side of the car. The one barrier between you and your Prince’s unsuspecting voyeurs.

What? You’re  brave, not stupid.

Stupid would be trying to ride him again, this time in broad daylight of such an open and exposed area. You remember what happened last time. Hell, your  pussy  remembers what happened the last time. He left you sore for a couple of days and horny for a lot longer. There’s no way you could keep it on the down-low if you did something like that again.  That  would be stupid.

Brave, on the other hand, is flashing the white-knuckled prince a coy smile as you pretend to drop a coin right next to the Regalia.

You drop to your knees, leisurely getting on all fours as the coin rolls to a stop just underneath the car. You hear a sharp breath as you brace yourself on your hands and knees. Your too short skirt and nonexistent underwear gave Noctis a perfect view of all the goodies you had to offer. Soaking wet and ripe for the taking-  his  taking. Couple that with a slow arch of your back as you pretend to reach for the fallen coin and a wiggle of your hips, and you know it won’t be long until you feel his hands on you.

Ask and you shall receive, of course.

It only takes a moment for you to hear him drop down behind you and grab you by the hips. It’s a quick and sudden jerk as he manhandles you away from the car and to grind against his clothed erection. You fall into sync with him naturally, pressing your core against him in a shared rhythm before he takes the back of your head and presses it into the ground. You gasp silently in surprise, but the noise is overshadowed by the sound of Noctis unzipping his pants.

You can’t help the devious smile that spreads across your face as you hear him grunt and spit into his hand. You’re excited. Beyond excited. All this built up just to play with him- to bait him into fucking you right next to his friends. All morning it was a battle. Will he, won’t he? Does he want you, or does he want to avoid getting caught? How far is too far? When does he draw the line?

Clearly, that’s something you haven’t quite found out yet. Test of resolve or not, it doesn’t matter. He’s bolder than you would give him credit for. He’s no longer the dark-haired, blue-eyed prince who stuttered and whimpered just because you got your claws on him. Oh no, now he’s a future King.  A future king that’s currently sliding the tip of his dick into your drenched, eagerly awaiting pussy while you both listen to his best friend ramble about absolutely nothing from just a few feet away on the other side of the car.

Your mouth falls open at the sensation of being full, but you don’t dare let a sound fall out. It’s quite stretch as he enters you from behind with the bare minimum done for preparation, but you don’t make a sound. You bite back your moans with half-lidded eyes as Noctis pushes into you, inch by inch until there’s nowhere left for him to go. He lets you adjust- panting as your hands clench into fists, holding in every nose that tries to slip out as you feel its dick pulsate inside of you. Even after all he does to you, he’s still a good boy at heart.

At least, you thought so. Until he moved.

It was a small movement at first. He disguised it as shifting his grip on your hips as moved just the tiniest bit. It catches you off guard as his dick prods against your g-spot so suddenly. You try to look back at him, but all it does is Noctis to arch your back ever further and force your head down. For a moment afterward, the two of you are sitting in complete silence. Your heavy breaths mix with his as his hands glide over your skin. You want to ask him what he’s doing when he starts to flip your skirt up higher. A hand traces thigh always up to your ass cheek with such tenderness, you’re honestly surprised. It’s so sweet how he always-

The hands on your hips return before you can even blink your eyes, and suddenly you’re seeing stars.

“Noct, I-” Your words cut off as he jackhammers himself into your pussy. You bite down hard on your lip as the telltale sound of him slamming into you echoes in the air. In and out, in and out, you’re struggling to breathe. He’s going so fast- he’s making you feel so  good.  And he took the lead from you this time.

Completely.

You’re not used to not feeling in control.

“Noct-” You hiccup, in-between thrusts directed right for your the little spot inside of you that makes your vision go black. “What if they-”

“Hear?” He finishes your words in a grunt, not even bothering to keep his voice down. “Let them hear.”

Your mind feels fuzzy, and his voice is so  warm  yet so cruel .  He’s fucking you stupid, and he’s fucking you stupid  quick.  You so dick drunk you wouldn’t even be able to tell if the rest of the group had walked to the other side of the car and had caught you whoring yourself out-

“I  want them to hear.”

You and (insert chocobro here) had been dating for a fewmonths when you learned of a hunt. The hunters had been after it for months,but the creature had proven far too strong for them. You had to go, but thehardest was leaving your boyfriend behind. For a time, you kept in contact throughtexts and the occasional phone-call. Then you got a lead on the creature andthat was the last your boyfriend heard from you. Fearing the worst, all fourboys drove to the hunter’s HQ where you were last heard from and that’s wherethey found you.

Noctis:

The time apart, not hearing from you, he’s worried sick.When he sees you, missing your right leg, it breaks his heart. Why wasn’t hethere to protect you? Why didn’t he follow you into this hunt? But none of thatmatters now. He goes to you.

“Noct, please, I’m ugly.” You pleaded, trying to move awayfrom him.

“What are you talking about? You’re just as beautiful as theday you left.” Noct said, trying to meet your gaze.

“No, I’m not! Please don’t lie to me! I didn’t want you tosee me. I wanted you to forget about me!” You sobbed.

“I could never forget about you. I love you too much toforget about you. So, what if you’re missing a leg? I still love you and stillthink you’re beautiful.” Noct said, stroking your cheek. You finally looked athim, tears in your eyes.

“How can you still love me?”

“Because I love you for your heart and that hasn’t changed.”He said softly before kissing you tenderly.

Ignis:

Ignis is reserved, but he’s deeply concerned he hasn’t heardfrom you. After three days of radio silence, he convinces Noctis to go to thehunter HQ. As soon as he finds you without your left arm, his heart sinks. You tryto turn and run, but Ignis is quick to react and gently pulls you into anembrace.

“I’m so glad you’re alive.” He whispers.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m hideous.” Youtried, but he shook his head, pulling away to gaze into your eyes, his ownfilled with love for you.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You arenot hideous. You are still the one I fell in love with. We will get you aprosthetic and you will be just as fierce as you always have been. Please knowthat I love you no matter what.” Ignis said. You hugged him tightly, burying yourface against his shoulder and he returned the hug, holding you close.

“I love you, too, Ignis.” You said before pulling away to kisshim.

Gladio:

Gladio is irritable when he’s worried. The whole drive he’stapping his foot or his hand on his knee. After two days of not hearing fromyou, he wants to head to the hunter HQ and he will go alone if he has to. Whenhe finds you, he feels guilty. He’s supposed to be a shield and he couldn’t bethere to protect the one he loves the most. He couldn’t protect you from losingyour right eye.

“Trish?” Gladio asked making you turn to face him. Thebandages covered your damaged eye, but your left still saw him clear as day.

“Gladio? What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you of course. Why didn’t you answer my textsor calls?”

“I didn’t want you to see me this way. I’m hideous.”

“So, people with scars are ugly now?” He teased as he movedclose to you.

“Gladio, please. I lost my eye. How can I be good enough tobe with you?” You replied, looking away from him. Gladio cupped your cheek andturned your face so you looked at him once more.

“I don’t care if you lose both your eyes. You’re stillbeautiful to me. You will always be more than good enough for me. If anything?You’re out of my league. I’m just amazed you gave me the time of day. I loveyou for you and nothing will change that.” He said gently before placing agentle kiss on your lips.

Prompto:

Worried sick doesn’t even begin to cover what this boy isgoing through. Three days passed since you said you were going after themonster. Three days since he last heard your voice. After begging Noctis, allfour boys piled into the Regalia and went to the hunter HQ you had gone to.When he finally found you, he felt relief, then realized you were missing yourright arm. His joy at seeing you alive only became worry over your condition.

“Prompto, I didn’t want you to see me this way.” You saidand looked away. Prompto went to your side and sat down on the bed.

“I thought you were dead.” Prompto answered softly.

“I didn’t want you to see what I lost. I didn’t feel goodenough to be called your lover. I’m hideous.”

“You’re not hideous! Don’t say that! You’re still asbeautiful and amazing as the day I met you. So what if you don’t have an arm? Istill love you and still want to be your boyfriend. Will you let me?” Promptoasked. You looked at him and felt tears in your eyes.

“How can you want to be with someone without an arm?” Youasked. Prompto gave you a kind smile.

“Because I don’t see you as someone without an arm. I seeyou as the person I love. To me, you look photogenic all the time, even now.”Prompto said and you smiled a little.