Runterra’s Premeire Pilot

me: i’m gonna watch ouran high school host club again

‘Holy shit.’

She had vastly misjudged the situation, as well as the demon’s boldness. Her thoughts ran a mile a minute as she desperately tried to get herself away from the other woman simply to have some room to breath.

“I-I-I-” ‘Ionian’

“Ionian! I’ll order Ionian, gods I love Ionian, we have a really good spot here on campus actually, well sort of on campus, something about zoning laws, I’ll pick it up, what do you want to play, I think Wild Rift just had a recent update-” She screwed her eyes shut, took three deep breaths, and turned to the side. If she was going to say anything coherent, she had to break eye contact.

He did not respond immediatly. If her wiggle had any effect on him, he sure didn’t show it. He just had this smirk all the way. Ah, good thing he had his cigars in his pocket. He took one out and lit it with his finger, inhaling the smoke, and then exhaling it double.

“Three hours…Less than i expected.”, he mused and took another drag. “Of course, a warrior of your caliber should have no problem being patient for such a short amount of time…but….

I wonder in what condition your body is in~” He couldn’t help his toothy smile widening, a small change on his eyes.

“Being tied up like this for soo long~ Wondering when i would wake up…My poor, poor Irelia~” Give him an inch, he takes a mile. That’s how this bastard has always been. And her timidness gave him a lot of inches.

He uncrossed his legs. 

Screwing her eyes shut, Irelia hadn’t quite realized how far gone she’d been until that point. As the world began to fall away, her voice pitched itself to the point of obvious bliss.

'Recenter...’ ‘Recenter.’

It took visual effort to drag herself far enough from the abyss to reply coherently, and even then his words threatened to swallow her whole.

“I...”

‘Breath.’ Stalling for just a little longer, she relished his ministrations. Slow enough to keep her on edge, firm enough to keep her from gaining any real ground in the situation without following along. Every time he’d gotten her to this point, heating her blood and electrifying her skin, she wondered if this is what divinity felt like?

‘Beg.’

“Ignis, I... I fucking need you. I need you inside me, I need you on top of me, I need you to fucking throw me on this gods damned couch and-” She didn’t get to finish her line of thought as it was ripped from her by a white hot pang. It seems his fingers found something much more sensitive than the rest of her.

“... If you aren’t fucking me in the next thirty seconds I’m going to throw you into the closest river.”

She held up her Switch, showing a handful of two player games.

“You may be a brief transfer, but...” She... she’d seen the way the rest of the campus gave the girl a wide berth. She also knew how it felt.

“I can’t tell if you understand the way in which I mean to spend time with someone, or you’re naive” Vi started, chuckling, “But either way, it would be rude to refuse such an offer, perhaps I can get what I want from you either way” She nodded.

“Y-yeah, just after my next lecture.” After a brief but hopefully detailed enough explanation of the campus layout, there was a not insignificant break in the conversation.

“No funny business though. I... I know what you mean, but I’m just trying to extend a friendly invitation.” Yes, Irelia wasn’t quite so naive, she was fully aware the demon in front of her was three steps away from sex on a stick...

Or was that just her?

She held up her Switch, showing a handful of two player games.

“You may be a brief transfer, but...” She... she’d seen the way the rest of the campus gave the girl a wide berth. She also knew how it felt.

“You and I both know these aren’t the cheeks I meant, silly.” She can’t stop the giggle that tumbles from her lips.

“I blame you.” Well, as long as she’s testing her courage, she may as well let her own hands settle on his hips.

“I know your thing is like...dancing in a fight, which is why you have the special made boots you got. So i thought, why not aid in that!” He shoved the box in her hands.

Inside, there is a very similar pair of boots as the ones she already has, but with some clear design details added, a lot more intricate, as well as some runic engravings on the back.

‘This wasn’t cheap.’

Gods above don’t tear up.

...

Damnit.

“You know, the only...”

‘Come on, damnit, get it together.’

“Thank you. I... thank you.” Gingerly setting the boots aside she rushed him with a chaste kiss. Several minutes of them, actually.

“You and I both know these aren’t the cheeks I meant, silly.” She can’t stop the giggle that tumbles from her lips.

“I blame you.” Well, as long as she’s testing her courage, she may as well let her own hands settle on his hips.