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-”

Prompto:

Ignis:

Gladio:

Cor:

Nyx:

Dino:

Ravus:

—I think Noctis is a little beyond, behind those rocks, almost reaching the lake… —Ignis looked at the horizon.

—I don’t think he’s fishing, or yes? —Prompto asked.

—He hasn’t bought any new fishing line, so he can’t do much—Ignis said, who always knew about King of Insomnia and his activities.

—He’ll be ok? —You asked, wrinkling your bottom lip, watching how the boy seemed beyond, with some distance.

—He already said how he felt after the death about King Regis… —Gladio said, lighting the lamps carefully, one by one.

—Should I prepare some chips? —Ignis asked.

—You should stop spoiling him—Gladio said, almost like a father.

—I want chips—Prompto agreed, nodding.

—I’ve noticed… Noctis is been weird—You mumbled, to which Ignis listened to your comment.

—Do you think he behaves differently? —The cook asked, arranging his glasses.

—It seemed like…. —Without wanting s slight pink was installed on your cheeks—I- I don’t say that is something important…

—Maybe he wants to talk to someone who looks like a mother—Ignis said.

—Are you telling me to go? —You looked at Ignis nervously, waiting for him to say no.

—Well., sometimes… women have a gift for reaching people-s hearts—the tactician of the group declared, staring at you—You don-t lose anything by trying.

—Okay…—And releasing a sigh you proceeded to stretch your body and arms—I’ll ask him to do some exercise.

—Tell him you just want to talk, the food will be in about thirty minutes and I won’t tend to sweaty people in my restaurant—Ignis warned, giving you a small smile.

—All right, wish me luck Iggy —And doing a neck stretch you saw where the King of Insomnia was.

—Remember, you only have about thirty minutes! —Ignis raised his voice as soon as he saw you go in the direction of the new king.

  Leaving the guys behind in the camp, you made your way over the acres of grass further on, the surroundings of Alstor Lake were huge, quiet when the daemons didn’t attack and perfect to sit and watch the lake where the Catoblepas were busy touring the waters from one side to another.

—Those things over there are giant…—Your eyes looked at those two huge figures that were in the lake, causing you chills.

 Then you saw the King of Insomnia, he was looking straight at the lake, very focused on his thoughts to feel or notice that you were approaching.

—Your majesty! —Then you exclaimed, after reaching him.

 From your point you could see that the boy reacted something slow to your call, but finally turned his head to see you.

—What’s with that name? —Noctis answered raising an eyebrow, his chin rested in the palm of hand.

—Are you very busy? —Eventually, he was doing anything, but who knows, maybe he was thinking about the things that nerdy kings who love knight’s games tend to think.

—Mh… A little bit—Noctis said, his gaze returned now to the lake.

You waited for him to say something else.

Again you were waiting.

And then the prince gave a loud laugh.

—You weren’t doing anything important! —You claimed, hitting his shoulder and he just grunted with a smile.

—Hey! That hurts —And the prince surrounded your neck with his arm, giving you a bump, returning the blow you gave him, making you whimper for a while.

—Let me go, your majesty! —You asked whining, making a scene with him.

—No, plebeian, until you ask for forgiveness—Noctis said, with a smile; he was enjoying it.

—…Ok, ok, but let me go for ask it correctly—You said, feeling like the prince left you free of his grip.

—And then? I’m all ears—Noctis looked at you with crossed arms, with a defiant smile.

—… What were you doing here, alone? — You asked finally, noticing that the expression on Noct face had changed.

—I was thinking…—He answered.

—About Insomnia? —By your question the boy just nodded his head—And… What else? —You asked, looking attentive.

—It’s something complicated, ___________—The king said your name, bringing a hand to his nick and leaving it there.

—Very complicated? —And you leaned in, trying to see the face of the dark haired boy.

—Not so complicated as to leave it aside for a moment and pay attention to the request of a plebeian—Noct changed the subject radically.

—Hey. I don’t like when you evade conversations—You said with a serious face, looking at the boy and he sighed.

—…Well, you see… —Noct started yo say, then he bit his lip and he let out a snarl of despair, but a slight desperation only—Really, you wouldn’t understand…

—Okay, then…—You turned to see the lake in front of you again, and as if you were not aware of the king you kept quiet for a while, awakening the restlessness in him.

—Please, don’t bother with me…—Noctis murmured, turning to you.

—Tag! You’re it! —You screamed with a smile, using all your strength to give a push to the boy who only fell sideways on the lawn.

—W-What kind of girl pushes someone like that? —Noct asked with a smile, getting up from the lawn—I deserve an apology.

—Do you really think I should? —You interfered with the king who once again grabbed you in his arms to give a second round of knuckles in your head.

—Noct, Noct…! Enough, it hurts —You implored as the boy stopped making you suffer, although the smile on his face was drawn from ear to ear.

—Ask me for forgiveness, ___________—Noct said, showing his knuckles in a menacing way.

—… Never! —You announced getting up from the lawn quickly and the running.

—Hey! Come here! — Noct shouted, who didn’t hesitate to run after you.

  As you saw Noctis running after you, you could feel relaxed again, because if he really was mad at you; he wouldn’t talk to you, it’s that simple. However, something seemed different in its way of treating you. As a friend and as guardian of the crown.

—Gotcha! —said the dark haired boy, he was only inches away from you—I will punish you!

—Noct…! Be careful! —When you turned you saw how the King of Insomnia fell café down to the ground, literally.

  A stone, better said… A stone very well located.

  You knew you shouldn’t laugh, the other kids were too far away to see it, then it would be a memory only for you and Noctis. You really wanted to laugh with all your strength as you got closer, you knew that he wouldn’t hurt with something so small.

—Don’t even think about laughing…—Noct said threateningly, getting up with the help of his arms—Am I very dirty?

—Mh, I think I don’t see any hint of dignity in your face, your majesty— You answered and the prince frowned—Ok, ok… That’s it, no more jokes.

 You bent your knees to face him, Noct was attentive to your actions, waiting for you to laugh in his face, but it wasn’t like that.

  With your sleeve covering part of your thumb, you put your hand towards the face of the blue eyed boy. Noctis opened his eyes wide.

—Did it hurt…? —you asked while the fabric of your sleeve first cleaned one cheek, then the other followed and finally the nose.

—Are you going to laugh…? —Noctis asked, letting see a little blush on his face.

   You shook your head.

—Just a little, I didn’t see that rock there—Noct said, looking down in embarrassment.

—Well, I thought you were stronger, Noct—You said with a little laugh, moving your hand away from his face, covering your mouth, you didn’t want to laugh, but it really made you laugh.

 Noct was a boy who always seemed proud of himself, however, he was shy when it came to people watching him act or do something wrong.

—Hey! I told you to don’t laugh… —Noctis muttered, a little sad.

—You never said it, you just asked me —You answered with a smile on your face, going back to your job of cleaning the king’s face.

     But what you didn’t notice about the king’s face was his look, because you were trying not to laugh out loud; not because it was very funny, but because you didn’t want things to be tense again between you and him, you didn’t want there to be distance again like a few days ago. But… What you didn’t notice, was how those eyes were staring at you, as they were watching your face with adoration, with affection and a great feeling of protection. Noctis was absorbed in your natural beauty, your loyalty, your care for him and your laughter… That laughter that came from that mouth that he was looking right now.

    And he did it.

    He removed your hand from his cheek, taking advantage of that action to pull your hand and draw you to him, to his face, to his lips. Those lips that made a slight pressure on your, didn’t want to be dominant or you’ll get away, but to make it clear now those lips were part of one of the king’s treasures. Even the lightning bugs around you made it more magic.  

    Something inside you began to pump hard, you were going to respond after being frozen, but the King of Insomnia broke the kiss, moving away and letting you go completely.

    And it created a feeling of emptiness in you. An uncomfortable need to feel him close again.

—Noct…—You whispered, looking at him totally incredulous.

—I told you, you were going to have a punishment for disturbing the King of Insomnia—Noctis murmured, still watching your eyes.

   And he came close again, but this time he didn’t kiss you, but he wanted to…

—But y-you…—You didn’t know where to start, if you talk about Lunafreya or about his feelings.

—What’s wrong with me? —He asked, totally unconcerned.

—I… I like you? —You asked finally, but the boy stopped paying attention to you.

—Come on, Ignis is calling us… —And those were his last words before he turned and walked towards the tent.

  It wasn’t an illusion, you saw his cheeks flushed, in the same way that your cheeks were also flushed.

  The King of Insomnia had claimed your lips as his own.

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