Ang(el)

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You’re woken up earlier than expected by Ignis gently shaking you in your tent. “Up for a drive?” he speaks softly, lowering his voice so the others don’t overhear —if they’re even awake.

“Why so early…” you grumble, mulling over and burrowing back in your sleeping bag.

“I’m going to get some ebony,” he pauses. “And I figured this would be a good opportunity for you and I to have some alone time for once.”

In other words, he’s horny.

You both agreed to keep your relationship on the low. At least for now. But doing so makes it hard to even be together.

The boys were always there, giving you little chance to have one on one time. It was almost like having children. You had to constantly find alternatives. Like sneaking out together at night, or in this case, in the morning.

He flips your messy hair between his fingers, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. Part of you wanted to go back to sleep, but you’d feel terrible leaving him hanging. Plus, you were feeling a little pent up too.

“Just a minute,” you eventually reply, rubbing open your tired eyes.

“I’ll be waiting in the regalia.” he leaves you to further wake up and get ready. He understood ‘a minute’ could mean twenty, but he didn’t mind. He’d just listen to the radio in the meantime.

You finally come out after fixing your bed head, zipping up your tent and making your way to the car and hopping in on the passengers side. “Sooo…where to?”

“I was thinking just outside of hammerhead? Not very romantic, I’m aware.” he replies, starting the car and shifting into drive.

“Anywhere is fine with me. You know that.”

“Right,” he sighs. “It’s just sometimes I feel like i’m not doing enough for you.”

His constant self doubting made you want to slap him. He did more than plenty. Not just for you, for everyone. Honestly, he held the group together.

“Where would I be without you and your cooking?” you tease.

“I suppose you have a point. I’d make a lovely wife, wouldn’t I?”

You both share a laugh and he keeps his eyes on the road as he drives. “In all seriousness, I’d like to take you on a real date one of these days.”

He glances over, reading into your giddy expression. It was clear you were waiting for him to offer, which he found adorable.

The second he pulls over, putting the regalia in park, his lips are on yours. Your eyes flutter shut and his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you as close as possible, though the car was a bit close spaced. The center console is the only thing that separates you and he hardly cares about it digging into his hip as he leans further into you.

His lips are as soft and as sweet as they look, taking over yours in slow, deep strokes.

“Get in the backseat,” he breathes out, telling rather than asking. He unfastens his belt, slipping out of his tight fitting pants while you crawl to the back of the car.

He soon follows after, one arm on either side of you to prop himself above.

He uses his knee to push up your skirt as he leans down to kiss you again. He runs his tongue along your lower lip, asking for you to open up and let him in.

His hand comes down to cup you through your panties, and he realizes you’re not wearing any as he makes contact with your bare skin. “Naughty girl today, are we?”

“I think i’ll treat you like one then.”

You curve a cheeky smile and he shoves his fingers into you, forcing your mouth to an O instead. He keeps them in deep, only pressing upwards and spreading you open for him.

You clamp your thighs together with a whine and he removes his digits, instead bringing his palm down with a soft slap to your cunt. “Spread your legs for me darling,” he orders, to which you comply immediately.

With your legs wide open, he lowers himself to you. His arousal was growing to be almost painfully hard, he couldn’t wait any longer.

He grips the base, slowly guiding the head of his cock inside your tight opening with a low moan. You never fail to impress him.

“You feel amazing, as always dear…” he says, starting to slowly rock the car with the force of his thrusts.

Your hands find their way to his waist, encouraging him to go faster. “So needy…Do you want it harder?”

“Please yes!” you cry.

“Say it clearly, and i’ll give it to you.” He was struggling to hold back. Still, he wanted you to say it outright.

“Fuck me harder..!”

At your plea, he picks up the pace as much as the cramped backseat will allow, quickly losing composure. He jabs that sensitive spot over and over, making you gush and flutter around him. It doesn’t take long for him to climax as well.

He pulls out quickly, shoving his length into your open mouth as he finishes. His load coats your tongue, trickling down your chin with its warmth.

“Can’t make a mess on the seats. It’s Noct’s car.” he reminds you as he travels further down.

His tongue works its way through your slick folds, sucking up all your juices so they don’t stain. “We should do this in a hotel next time…” you suggest.

Ignis finishes cleaning you up, separating and revealing his glistening wet face. He’d never admit it but he’s a messy eater. At least when it comes to you. He loses all sense of etiquette.

“Indeed,” he agrees. “It would be much more comfortable for the both of us.” He fixes your skirt for you, making sure you look as you did before.

He traces his thumb along your lip, collecting the excess of his mess and you open for it, cleaning off his finger. You looked right into his emerald green eyes, making him feel weak all over again.

“you’re so beautiful, my darling” is what he always mumbles, voice hoarse and eyes glossy while bullying the tip of his cock into your slicked hole, thighs bent over your own chest to give him better access to where he needs you the most.

regardless of your attempt in stretching yourself beforehand, with Welt’s text of “we will return soon” bright on your phone screen and two fingers buried in your cunt, taking him was never an easy chore.

“Welt, it’s too much” you squirm, getting a soft pinch on the side of your thighs as a warning.

the beg for a break fell on deaf ears and instead, large hands cup the back of your soft thighs with big thumbs spreading out your lower lips, mesmerized by the slight struggle of your pussy trying to take him whole, “just a little more” Welt grunts, angling his hips enough for the rest of his girth to fit inside you.

and gods if he tries so hard not to ravage you as soon as he’s balls deep into your cunt, heavy pants, sweat dripping down his bare chest and back with a soft shiver at the same time you clench around his length, barely moving in tiny thrusts as to savor the warmth and wetness or your tiny pussy.

“you’re doing so well” Welt praises in a groan, pressing his mouth against yours as to swallow the squeal that left you with the sudden change of angle and his cock almost pushing against your cervix.

the sound of skin slapping is almost immediate when a “please, move” leaves your mouth, adding a recognizable squelch that makes your ears burn in embarrassment at the idea of someone from the astral express hearing you both.

although you’re most certainly many of your traveling companions are aware of the treatment you give Welt after each mission, since your brain decided to shut down when his thumb found your clit, collecting slick and using it to rub tight circles on it until you cream around his length, and then he’s fucking you without mercy, practically bouncing you both on his bed mattress.

you sob back, biting down a choked scream, “so close...!” breathing heavy with Welt’s stronger body pushing you down further into the bed, earning a grunt and nibble on your sweat coated neck, toes curling as his pace went harder, deeper. all the air inside your lungs escaping in a scream as you came so hard your vision turned blurry, Welt following shortly after and emptying his balls inside your sobbing cunt.

“well done, my love” you thought you heard as you found yourself drifting away to sleep, followed by two heavy knocks on the wall, but you will worry about that tomorrow.