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Small Doses (Gladio x Reader nsfw)

Drabble inspired by the song ‘Small Doses’ - Bebe Rexha. Enjoy!

‘You say “let me try you on” And so I let you try me on That’s the moment that we fell in deep…’

2:30 am peaked and here you lay in your bed wide awake. A recount of events that took place just a few weeks earlier leading up to your endless bouts of thinking had you in this state. Actions that toyed with your sanity had you questioning the motives behind what occurred to begin with.

He was supposed to be company. Someone to talk to. Yet that night it had escalated to levels of no return before your body moving faster than your conscious could keep up. It wasn’t supposed to be a mess of twisted limbs wrapping desperately around one another to find that one good spot that sent your senses into hyperdrive.

It wasn’t supposed to be the unadulterated sounds that’s spilled from two pairs of swollen lips undoubtedly loud enough to wake the astrals in a symphony of incomprehensible pleasure. It wasn’t supposed to be the beacons of red marks littered about soft skin or bruises left in the wake of a storm that left your very core aching for more. It wasn’t supposed to be such an escapade that would build the bases of feelings uncharted.

In the heat of the moment it happened, and by its peak it had stopped. Gladiolus Amicitia had left his mark and it buried deep. At what point had your signals crossed and pushed you a step closer to looming regret? Seeking solace after a rough day or even in life is a natural occurrence between two human beings, so why had this one moment clouded your better judgement and had you mindlessly staring at your phone almost willing his name to blare across the screen?

‘Am I crazy for wanting small signs that it had meant something?’ Foolish. of course you were and why would it? Before that day you were simple coworkers who’s company was only atoned by work related tasks and nothing more. Yet simple head nods of greeting through the halls within the citadel had turned to scandalous side glances and purposeful invasions of each other’s personal space; a hint of fire and curiosity boiling behind both sets of eyes.

Your conscious running wild proved viperous and shown through your work. No one encounter should turn the tables of basic routine actions of your every day life to the point that simply living at peace with yourself felt more like a chore. 'I need to know…’ The ache–the need– was growing at and exponential rate and it needed to stop.

‘Oh baby, I said “just a little bit” Then I got a taste of it Now you got me falling at your feet…’

Someone’s fingers had dialed those digits to the object of your adoration; the voice on the other end sounding just as surprised as you.

“Y/n?”

“Gladio…we need to talk"

'How did I even make here in one piece?’ The drive to his apartment was a haze. Your own thoughts had taken a front seat. Slow steps had carried you to his door, the unlatching of a lock sending your stomach into somersaults.

His image had already burned itself into your mind. Each ripple of muscle, every out of place hair, scar imprinted on his face that pulled at your fingers to trace, those smoldering amber eyes…

The void was calling again; blinding you though you tried your best not to shake, even if he stood shirtless ahead of you. Your face must of read like an open book. That Cheshire grin would be unforgettable.

You weren’t sure how, but your bare back against the wall shook you from your thoughts. Back at it again, the dance of fervent lips had you nearly intoxicated. Words failed you with each kiss. Protests dissipated with every touch. He dissected your feelings and unearthed portions of your mind and body you hadn’t found yet he played you like the most delicate of flutes.

‘I didn’t mean to fall in love Took one hit and I was gone Gotta get my fix so I can sleep…’

"Gladio…” Breathless under his mass. Helpless against his possessive grasp. He dug deep into your core with every thrust; you held on to his neck tight in fear of losing the euphoric feel of hot skin on skin. His whispered words hung thick with lust that against your ear. Though this entire journey begged the question..

“How did we end up like this?” Your eyes fluttered shut when eager lips met your own. Staggered breaths mingled in the empty space between, his response still lingering in the air “Does it matter?”

Did it honestly? The steps fate had taken to shove both he and your paths together were abandoned in a smokescreen of questions yet what seemed to matter most to you was where you ended up after. ‘Fuck it’

You tightened your legs around his waist, nails digging mini trenches into his back. If you were dropping your walls and morals at anytime in your life, now felt like the perfect opportunity. Gladio held you close with a force that threatened to break you in half, although you didn’t care. The relentless pounding he was instilling on your sopping wet womanhood had you feigning for whatever he intended to gift you.

‘Oh, baby, you’re the one they warned about Now I just can’t do without Baby, it’s my appetite you feed…’

Sensing your newfound confidence in your endeavors, he bent to your bodies call instinctively, hoisting you up completely by the ass and thrusting upward– earning him cries of pleasure even you were surprised you could make. Your shrills were music to his ears, nurturing his ego and quickening his pace.

The feeling was overwhelming. The silence of the room had you hyperaware of the lewd sounds come from between your legs. His mouth had come down to wage a war within the crook of your neck. Teeth latching on greedily before soothing the indentations with the flat of his tongue and soft kisses.

One taste was all it took to have you completely hooked on his essence– his presence. “H-harder!” You whimpered, your pleas sending a jolt of excitement to his already throbbing cock inside of you. He obeyed your plea, the grip on your ass tightening; bruises already forming.

“You.Wanted.This.As.Bad.As.I.Did.Didn’t.You?” His words came out in repeated huffs meeting his thrusts. Your response was a labored sigh; words caught in your throat. “Didn’t you!?” Gladio ground upward; HARD, coaxing a seductive yelp from you. “Y-YES! A-ah!” His brow knitted together then in concentration, precise hip movements starting to prod at your g-spot causing your head to roll back against the wall.

You were getting close, and fast. The sounds coming from the shield reverberating off the walls and into your ears made headway toward your finish. He had broken you down causing you to willingly submit. ‘Theres no going back’

‘Feels like I’m making love to the enemy…’

“G-gladio, I’m gonn- Ughh!” Toes curled, walls clenched and moans ripping from your lungs. Your body convulsed in his arms, a searing orgasm rocking your very existence so hard you were sure you’d black out. The twisted look on your profile, sounds coming from your lips and unmistakeable wetness dripping down his legs sent the man hurling toward his sought-after release; unsheathing himself moments before to paint your chest and stomach. He crumbled beneath you, keeping a hold on your nearly limp body in his arms.

“I don’t think we need to ask anymore questions. It’s no mystery that we can’t stay away from one another” He was right. The warm breath against your hair and protective grip around your waist now told you this. It was something deeper. Skipping the minuscule introductions and dates was unheard of but this situation was unarguably different. One night together spoke volumes, left questions but your got your answers and a few new bruises.

‘Loving you it’s explosive. You know this…’

You leaned up to kiss him gently, those amber eyes drawing you in like a moth to the flame. “I hope we can continue this…”

Gladio all but smirked, combing back a few stands of stray hairs away from your ear before leaning in. “I never planned on ending it…”.

‘I can only take you in small doses…’

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sisters-of-sin-blog · 7 years

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Over 100 followers~ wow!!! :D

HEY GUYS! First up, I’m sooooo sorry we’ve not been very active recently. Guess you could say we’ve working on our own real life stuff and we’ve rping like crazy as well so we’ve got lots of content ready to post- speaking of which!

(ok before I carry on I was looking for an appropriate dancing GIF to celebrate the milestone and I saw this one and I was just like “this is too good to pass up, it’s too much like Noct and Prom so it HAS to happen)

Now that that’s out of the way, WE HAVE DRAGGED 100 PEOPLE INTO MORE FFXV HELL! I hope you enjoy your stay! ;3

SO, as a massive thank you, your lovely sisters of sin will be giving you one of our favourite RPs (a very kinky Gladnis where I, AsukaSin, play Ignis and my lovely SayaSin plays Gladio)

Tagging some: @itshaejinju @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags @diabolik-trash-heap @mistressoli

WARNING: Knife play and blood involved!

Title: Punishment

Word Count: 7578

11:39pm. Noctis and Prompto were fast asleep in the other room and Ignis was, as usual, still awake in the front room watching television. He rather enjoyed indulging himself in nature documentaries, more often than not he had been able to drift off to sleep easily whilst listening to them. It was a positively exceptional method in helping the vexed advisor get his much needed rest.

The emerald-eyed man was just about to migrate from the world of the conscious when his phone’s screen lit up and a familiar tune emitted from it. “Hmph... what could this be?” He emerged from the comfortable position he had assumed on the sofa and he sauntered over towards the device, grasping it with his slender, gloved fingers and lit up the screen. The text that had appeared made Ignis’ heart plummet. Ignis… I need your help… I’m hurt bad. I’m outside. It was from Gladio. “Oh Gods…” The brunette immediately shot over to the room where Noctis and Prompto were slumbering to check on them. Once satisfied that they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon he darted over to the room’s entrance, exit, made sure the door was securely locked and made haste for the hotel exit. “Damnit, Gladio, you had better still be alive by the time I get there…”

The large man slipped his phone back into his trouser pocket with a smirk only to wince with pain as he situated himself against a light pole outside of the hotel where he stood. "Hnn...hurts like hell..." He grunted as his arm whined against his slow movements. He got hurt, worse than he intended though he had no one to blame but himself considering he had done it for all the right reasons; at least that notion sounded good within his mind. He wasn't entirely sure how others would take the excuse, especially with the nice sized gash that now graced his forehead. He left without rhyme or reason some days ago, the questioning looks of his companions burning into his back, namely those un-amused green orbs he found himself so fond of silently cursing him for abandoning his opinion on his personal affairs. "Heh...like I could tell you." although it pained him to bite his tongue on the matter, he'd be putting up a front if he said he didn't find solace in the scoldings he received on occasion.

Gladio's eyes lay closed momentarily, that is until his thoughts were interrupted by a door adjacent from him clattering closed. The sound of hastened footsteps across the pavement met his ears before his ember eyes fell upon the slightly twisted face of Ignis coming straight at him. He quickly conjured the prize of his endeavours, the Genji Blade from Gilgamesh himself, in hopes of it cutting him some slack. "Welp, time to face the music."

"By the Six, he's worse than I thought..." Ignis' mind turned into a whirlwind of thoughts as he approached Gladio, gripping his arm to keep him steady. "And what in daemon hell have you been up to to get you in such a way? By the looks of it you're lucky you're not dead, come." The emerald-eyed man wrapped the large man's arm around his neck and carried him behind the hotel into a grass patch.

"Tsh you really think I'm goin' down that easy? I'm offended, Iggy." The man's boisterous laugh rings out into the night as he tries his best not to lean fully on the advisor. "Seriously, I had my own business to take care of. All that matters is I'm back, right? Come on, I snagged a new toy," holding up the sword, he glances at the man's profile noticing his jaw set in a hard line then sighs. He knew he wasn't exactly on his good side but he was serious. Even if he had been hurt through the entire ordeal, he vowed to return regardless. The brunette fell silent for a moment as he was lowered down into the grass, "sorry..."

"Now is not the time for jokes, Gladio. You are gravely injured and I fear there is no elixir in the world that will fully heal the damage done." Ignis could feel his throat beginning to choke him, but God’s be damned if he was going to let this brute-headed man see him like that. "...But aren't you lucky I'm going to try."

The 'toy' Gladio bore was one of the first things that Ignis had noticed when he first saw him, after his injuries. He had heard of the legend of the Blademaster before from his time studying in the many libraries in the Citadel but never had he thought he would see the man who defeated him, much less it being Gladio. "Your 'toy' as you called it is certainly impressive, but you have much more important things to worry about right now...rest your head on the ground and relax..." The strategist lowered his voice as he spoke in an effort to relax the burly man, pulling a potion from his pocket.

"Guess I hit the jackpot," the man chuckled as he did what he was told, his muscles protesting as he leaned back onto the slightly moist grass. He kept his good arm folded under his head. Once comfortable, his eyes fell to the sword then shut completely. "To be honest, I think you worry too damn much," he sighed knowing it was in the man’s nature. The shield wasn't one to ever feel guilty for his actions, but today was different. This man was different. Today the guilt was starting to rise like mercury in the bit of his stomach.

The clang of a potion bottle being revealed caused him to open his eyes again. He watched as slender leather covered fingers moved about his arm and torso examining the extent of damage that had been done. His amber gaze travelled up the advisor’s arms, chest, and shoulders before resting at his face, a look of intense concentration shown through the spectacles that rested on the man’s slim nose. He involuntarily bit his lip.

"I worry just the right amount I've come to believe. You, however, don't worry enough." The emerald-eyed man was getting tired of Gladio being reckless. But he also saw himself in him somewhat; always throwing himself in harm’s way to protect the ones he loves. Ignis believed this was why he wasn't more angry at the large man for staring death in the face and somehow coming out alive, albeit barely. "I'm going to administer this elixir to you for now and then you are going to come with me and rest in the confines of the hotel. You will not be permitted to move until you are fit to do so, are we clear?" He spoke with a firm but caring tone, he meant what he said about the elixir, but the advisor had other plans for Gladio for this moment...

The larger man rolled his eyes so hard he thought he'd seen the inside of his head. "Whatever. I'm not one of those two you baby on the daily; I'm fine." His voice came out more tired than he expected. Maybe he really wasn't? He signed heavily in slight defeat. Just as Ignis, he was groomed not to relish in the pleasure of care brought on by the hands of another. That it was his duty to put others, namely Noctis, before himself. It's the reason why he threw himself in harm’s way to begin with. Therefore all this 'self care is important' or 'your recklessness will be the death of you' nonsense wasn't sticking. Gladio swallowed his slightly rising temper and pride to patiently wait to be treated knowing full well he wouldn't be let alone by an ever persistent Ignis.

The ever patient strategist was quickly approaching the end of his tether with this man now. He withdrew his hands from him and pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled, prolonging it to flaunt his frustration."You seem very adamant on pushing my patience with you more than usual, so I will give you two scenarios. Scenario one: I will do as I have told you and help you and you won't have to suffer anymore. Scenario two: you continue to be a pride-ridden ass and I will abandon you where you lie and return to the hotel without you. Your choice.” Ignis had snapped, he was no longer prepared to put up with him as much as it would pain him to leave him behind.

The brunette raised both brows seeing his always stoic friend come slightly undone at the mercy of irritation. It amused him and much to Ignis' dismay, pushed his sudden idea to see just how far he could prod at his nerves. "Well would ya look at that. Ignis actually does have a backbone when it comes to making folks do what he wants. Shit I never thought I'd see the day. I tell you what. I'll bend and listen to you for now, but why not aim that same animosity towards our spoiled Prince instead of toward someone who CAN actually handle himself?" He was sitting up now, his head sideways, amber eyes burning into green ones once more. Gladio had a lot of pent up frustrations since the trip started. Not only at others, but himself.

"I will not indulge in your war of words, I warned you." Ignis rose to his feet, turned around and started walking back to the hotel entrance, not looking back. A part of him couldn't believe he was so adamant on pushing him away but the better part of him refused to give in.

"Pfftt, of course you won't. You would't know how to 'indulge' if the opportunity bit you in the ass. You're SOFT." His voice was loud enough so the advisor could hear. Gladio pushed himself off the ground with his good arm before following not far behind before they reached the hotel door. He knew he was treading in dangerous waters but he was curious and he was on a roll.

The emerald-eyed man stopped in his tracks at the over-confident man's word. "Say that again." He knew he was going to. He was quickly devising his assault on the other man before the words left him. He stood upright, arms at his side and his fingers flexed every couple of moments.

"Oh you heard me." He stood directly behind the man, burning a hole in the back of his head. Today was the day he vowed to break that shell Ignis always escaped to. Come hell or high water, he was going to find out what he was holding back. "You're...SOFT." He let the words slip once more with a deeper more menacing tone aim closely to the man's ear.

Ignis quickly spun around, laid his fingers on Gladio's chest and pushed him with all of his might directly down onto the ground. He straddled the man, conjured a dagger and lit it up with fire, holding it close enough to the large man's skin so that it would burn but not too much. "That is the LAST time you dare to attack me with empty insults! You are NOT the only one with burdens to bare, Gladiolus!" He daren't say more as he wanted the large man to mull that over in his clouded mind.

The advisor held his position over the shield for a prolonged period. He wanted the searing heat of the fire combined with his own injuries and his poisonous thoughts to linger for a while longer. In the meantime he gritted his teeth visibly and stared into the amber eyes of the man beneath him.

And there it was. That dormant beast that lay deep within the tactician had been awoken and was out for blood. Gladio sucked in a staggered breath as his heart rate jumped into overdrive within his chest upon connecting with the ground, his arm whining in protest as it went slightly limp against the pavement beside him. He reared his head back inch by inch as the blazing blade before him burned with an intensity that dared him to make a move. Ignis had him on the ropes but he wasn't done.He never broke eye contact with man's seething glare before a breathy chuckle fell from his lips. "Heh ha! I knew you had it in you. But how far can you go, eh Iggy? You don't have the balls to hurt me!" His words were taunting. Gladio continued to stare up at the man through squinted eyes. He watched as his his jaw flexed under the tight tension of his anger. How the small vein in his neck pulsated as he breathed deep. How the flames from his dagger being so close to it's target set his eyes ablaze…

The amber-eyed man had sparked another fire in Ignis' heart that wasn't about to be smothered easily. His dagger inched closer and closer to his neck after he spoke, taunting Ignis to punish him. He made sure the blade was pushed up against the throat of the man beneath him hard enough so that every time he breathed it sliced him that bit more. "Don't test me, Gladio. It would be very unwise, especially given your current condition." He mocked the man, he wasn't about to let him talk down to him in such a manner and get away with it. Every action comes with a price to be paid, and Gladio had a hefty debt accumulating…

"Why? So you can do nothing else about it?" He spat back. Gladio sucked in a staggered breath as the blade bore deeper into his skin. The flames had nearly subsided but they left the blade warm, increasing the ease at which it could cut. He gripped his subduer by the thighs with both hands instinctively to try and cease his movements as a line of blood trickled down his throat. However, something was off. He wasn't completely feeling the normalcy that is 'fight or flight'. Instead, the crazed look in Ignis' eye alongside the continuing twinge of pain at his throat and the thought of impending danger caused heat to pool harshly within his groin earning Ignis an involuntary grunt from the man beneath him.

Ignis had gasped ever so slightly at the tension that had appeared on his thighs and he closed his eyes briefly. He opened them again once he felt the growing tension between their groins and stared the burly man down, trying to adjust to the feeling. "Gladio...why do I suddenly sense some growing 'tension' between us?" The strategist lowered his blade to the large man's chest and drove it into his skin gently, piercing it just enough to elicit a breathy moan from him. "If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be enjoying teetering on the edge of life and death..."

Gladio gasped, his eyes shutting tight as his hands clung tighter to the advisor’s thighs. The mix of pleasure and pain he was currently feeling had his mind reeling. Opening his eyes again, his amber orbs were now half lidded and hazed over with the a hellish desire he was certain only one person could put out. To test his theory, he bucked his hips upward causing him to grind teasingly against the man, another grunt emitting from his lips. "Mmmph there's no sensing it. I can damn well 'see' it from here." The brunette smirked, his eyes dropping slowly to the growing bulges between the two of them. "And If I'M not mistaken, you're eating up this chance to make me your bitch," his gaze shifted back up to the man, noting the small bead of sweat that trickled down his temple.

"Well, who wouldn't pounce upon the chance to make you such a thing?" Ignis inched his tender lips closer and closer to Gladio's ear, gliding up his neck ensuring his hot breath waved across it. "Considering you've been such a handful, you deserve to be punished." The advisor conjured his other dagger and gently ran the flat side of the blade over Gladio's cheek, releasing a short but meaningful moan into his ear.

The shield shivered. He knew he wanted to push the man over the edge but this was on a whole other level. Feeling mentally inebriated at the closeness of the advisor currently invading his very being, he was anxious for more. He wanted the man to turn him inside out. If it meant the beast that Iggy kept within would come out more often, he was more than willing to throw himself over his knee. "You punishing me? Hmm," he grunted and bit his lip, "that'd be a real treat." He smirked and ground up against the man again. His large hands gripping his thighs tighter. "I don't think you have it in you."

Ignis once again let out a moan, except this one was longer, louder. "Mmph, would it now? I'm not sure you could contain yourself." The emerald-eyed man shifted the position of his dagger so the blade was slightly digging into his cheek. "You don't? Well, we'll have to see about that, won't we?" The hand that was previously conjuring the fire-ridden dagger was now grasping at Gladio's nipple, twisting it hard.

"Fuck!" The assault on his sensitive nub causes him to groan in ecstasy while leaning a little further against the blade pressed to his cheek. The slight stinging sensation as it cuts his rugged flesh sends jolts of excitement straight to his groin; evidence of which beginning to push harder against Ignis' underside. "Mmm fucking show me how soft you say you aren't," his voice hung in the air with an urgency unlike any other. Gladio, with a new wave of appreciation taking over, couldn't believe how painstaking hard it was to lie there like a caged feral animal. The idea of what the advisor would be like if he was to come undone had crossed his mind a few times in the past but the opportunity never presented itself. That is until today. Today the bespectacled man had him on sensory overload and he planned to submerge his very being into every moment of it.

Ignis let out a breathy chuckle which faded into a moan at Gladio's words. He flicked his wrist so that the dagger would slice the other man's cheek harshly. "Mm, if you insist using such language I shall have to punish you further..." The dagger he was now holding was traced down to the burly man's toned chest, via a trip down his neck. He made sure the man beneath him could feel his blade and how easy it would be for him to end him right there and then. He would never do such a thing, but he wanted him to be completely at his mercy. "Oh, Gladio, we seem to be mistaken." He whispers as he traces his lips down the other's neck and litters it with gentle kisses between his words, soon ending up at his chest, head next to his blade. "I'm going to show you what it's like to be at the mercy of the man you have tried so eagerly to break." He exhales a moan before latching his teeth around Gladio's nipple, digging the dagger ever so slightly into his other breast, just enough to break the skin.

The advisor’s words earn him a satisfied grunt in response as he arches his back against the man's mouth and blade. With the two feelings coinciding, the tight hold his leather pants had on his member caused him to ache with release. Admittedly so, Gladio was a slut for pain. Purposely getting hurt in battle wasn't exactly something new to his escapades but he'd never utter a word of it to his companions. The dance between life and death always gave him an adrenaline rush unlike any other; this time being no different. The shield’s amber eyes watched at the dagger worked against his skin; a few beads of blood pooling at its tip. His gaze travelled to the chiselled face beside it; his jaw flexing as his warm tongue played with his hardened nub.

Ignis danced his tongue around the hardened nipple, slowly and carefully dragging the dagger down his rough skin, inching closer and closer to the large gash across his chest that had been there when Ignis had first found him. The ever growing bulge pressing against the advisor's stomach invited a grin to appear on his tender lips and he ground up against it, wanting to tease the shield more and more until he was teetering on the edge of breaking. The emerald-eyed man started to reach for the large man's groin, tracing his slender leather-covered fingers down his hardened abs.

The thin trail of blood created by the blade had his sweat saturated skin set ablaze. Gladio's pulse quickened at the feel of leather clad fingers slipping down his abs dangerously close to the aching beast below. His arm quickly shot up to rake his hand through the advisor’s hair only to tighten his grip. He pulled the man away from his chest for a moment to take in the sight of pink dusted cheeks beneath glasses before leaning up to crash his lips upon his. The shields wet appendage slid across Ignis' bottom lip before shoving its way inside to explore every inch of his beautiful mouth. With a breathy grunt he broke the kiss only for a moment. "You and this damn teasing is gonna drive me fucking insane," he smirked and peered back at the man; amber eyes resembling fire in the dim light.

A wicked smile appeared upon the advisor's face as his eyes shut briefly to indulge in the taste of Gladio's mouth. He opened his eyes again and gave him a look that was riddled with lust before gripping the other man's tented groin roughly. "Mmm, there you go again. I'm afraid you have just prolonged your punishment," he whispers, letting out a quiet, breathy chuckle as his lips trace down his toned body, his tongue gliding ever so slightly over them. Ignis keeps tensing his hand, applying then releasing pressure to tease the large man further.

Gladio unintentionally bucked his hips against the man's hand, his member pulsating within it's leather confines. The heat pooling within his stomach was reaching sub nuclear magnitudes causing his breath to hitch with the combination of the advisor’s tongue against his waiting skin. He was 10 seconds away from shoving the man face to his desired place, however, he was enjoying being at his full mercy.

Ignis' lips finally fell over the tent within Gladio's pants and he began breathing heavily over it, licking his lips and looking up at the puddle of a man below him with a wicked grin. His gaze returned to the other man's groin and he began sucking his member through his pants, moaning deliberately to send vibrations rattling through the large man.

"Six...ughh," the larger man's hands shot up to cover his face as a wave of pleasure snaked its way up his legs and throughout the rest of his body. He ground against the advisor’s lips, cursing the thin barrier between his lips and his sensitive muscle. He moaned into the warm night, the humidity keeping his skin beneath his tank top moist with sweat, heightening the scent of his arousal. How had he found himself in this situation? Oh yeah, because he had a big fucking mouth and liked to play dangerously. I have absolutely no regrets. The thought made the corner of his lips curl into a smile. Removing his hands from his face, his eyes dropped to the man below, admiring how the gentle breeze danced through his sandy hair. His eyes closed to slits before quickly reaching down and gripping his locks. "If you're going to suck it, quit playing games," the burly man smirked before letting his hair go once more.

The advisor grinned at the large man's frustrated words. "Now now, Gladio. I did tell you your language was going to get you punished but you refused to listen..." Ignis' lips were now replaced with his hand, roughly palming the large man's member through his leather pants. "...But I believe it's time for your punishment to really begin." Ignis made short work of relieving Gladio of his pants and underwear to just above his knees. He straddled the man and leaned down into his chest, crashing his tender lips against the shield's. He grasped his throbbing member and began jerking him slowly whilst his free hand reached again for the potion in his pocket. He trailed his kisses down the other's neck as he cracked the potion open and held it over the large man's chest, letting it drip ever so slightly onto his wounds. "You are going to be slipping between pain and pleasure. Just as your pain is being overwhelmed by immense pleasure I'm going to drag you straight back into that feeling you crave so much. I'm going to drive you insane."

The man's words alone had him yearning for more. As the cool liquid dripped over his open wounds, he shivered. The shield felt his teeth grind instinctively followed by a drawn out breath as the advisor’s hand made contact with his cock. He knew the man was skilled at many things, however, bringing him to mentally to his knees was one skill he gravely overlooked and he was relishing the intoxicating experience. "Shit, do your worst. I ain't gonna cry. You can believe that, Iggy." His voice was thick with lust. Those amber eyes never breaking their gaze from the green ones above that seemed to bore into his soul.

"Oh, I intend to and we shall soon see about that..." Ignis let go of Gladio's cock and he started to suck on his nipple as he got to work unzipping his pants so that his own cock could slip through. "Open your legs. Now." A few more drips of the potion seeped into his wounds and just as Ignis noticed that they were beginning to heal he stopped and bit down hard on the nub in his mouth. He teased Gladio's entrance with the tip of his length, waiting for him to do as he was told.

Holding back a whine from the sudden lack of touch against his length and the final spine tingly chill of the potion within his wounds, Gladio gave a thunderous grunt in response to the man's musings against his hardened nipple. Obeying orders like that of a helpless dog, his legs bent and widened to give the advisor better leeway to his waiting hole. It wasn't like the shield hadn't experimented with this sort of thing in the past but upon feeling the head of Ignis' waiting member, the situation pressed even further to the front of his mind as an imminent reality. Beads of fresh sweat pricked at the surface of his skin as he prepared himself.

"Hmph, good boy." Ignis spat on his hand and rubbed it on his member as a form of lubricant. As soon as he was done, without warning, he thrust into Gladio roughly, using his hips as handles to help him in. The advisor let out a loud grunt as he nestled his face into the large man's neck, biting on it. "O-oh Gods you're tight." He conjured one of his daggers again in one hand and gripped Gladio's throat with the other. He started thrusting in and out of the man slowly as the dagger came up to just under his jaw. "Now, don't you think you could have minded your language? This is just a taste of what would happen if you were to continue..." he trailed the flat side of the dagger along his jawline.

Gladiolus Amicitia. The sworn shield to the King, always a stone wall of a man, found his barriers crumbling at the hands of the advisor above him. Having his more precious area invaded by such a lewd act of dominance caused his loins to burn with a desire of the highest calibre. The overbearing wave of pleasure and pain he was feeling had his mind doing somersaults; his words lost in translation albeit the short gasps that managed to slip between his parted lips. "I-ignis!" The man’s name rolled off his tongue in such a manner of desperation that it almost startled him as to how deep he had plummeted into the recesses of the abyss that housed the essence and flagrant 'physical need' for one, Ignis Scientia. "I-I want to taste it ALL."

Ignis chuckled to himself deviously. "All of what, exactly?" His thrusts came to an abrupt halt, "tell me EXACTLY what you want, Gladio, and leave no detail unspoken." The dagger's razor sharp edge was now grazing the large man's neck, slowly running down it towards his clavicle. The advisor held the dagger steadily over the man's collar bones as he took his free hand to his mouth, gripping the tip of glove in between his teeth and pulling it off slowly, closing his eyes and moaning quietly to add to the shield's frustrations. Once it is removed he leans down to Gladio and kisses him passionately.

Between the heated kiss shared by the two, heavy, ragged breaths fall from the man’s lips as the advisor’s movements cease. He was practically on the verge of insanity caused by the underwhelming feeling of Ignis being inside of him. "I-I want you. ALL of you. I want you to break me and bring me to my knees. Fuck me with every bit of power you've been holding back all these years. I know that little shit in there pisses you off sometimes." He gripped the man’s thighs under his legs, forcing Ignis forward and penetrate his puckered, abused cavern deeper. "USE ME to let it all go!"

There they were. The words Ignis had been craving to hear for years. He sighed heavily, biting into the large man's neck. "You... do not know... how long I've been waiting to... hear that." His words were split by kisses to the shield's rough neck. Those words spurred Ignis on. He continued his thrusts into Gladio after a long while of pausing inside him. He was relentless, nearing a feeling of somewhat desperation for the both of them to climax together, to share an even higher level of intimacy. Thrust after thrust Ignis grunted, occasionally moaning the large man's name until the he was pushed over the edge, spilling his seed deep within his lover.

Gladio gasps at the sudden rush of liquid warmth filling him up. The sheer abundance of pleasure bombarding his body had his glazed ember eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Fucking SIX!" Although his cock had received very little stimulation, the force of desire had him flying down the primrose path at the speed of light completely hands free, finally earning him his release; all evidence of which was now plastered between his exposed stomach and Ignis' disheveled leopard shirt. The shield lay spent beneath him, coming down from the high that once had him on cloud nine. His eyes fluttered gently before opening fully to focus on the sweat matted face above him. He ran his fingers through his own tousled locks before giving a drawn out sigh. "Shit, if being hurt means I get THIS type of treatment, I may have to lose a limb next time." The burly man chuckled playfully, noting that his fresh wounds had started to sting much to his demise.

"I wouldn't advise that. There's nothing I can do to help you with a missing limb." The advisor chuckles too, enjoying lying on the large man for a few more moments. He lifts himself shortly after and notices Gladio's face start to twist in slight pain at his wounds. "Now, I believe it's time I actually heal you rather than make you worse. My... apologies." He rolls his emerald eyes to look to Gladio's wounds, pulling out the elixir from his pocket. Guilt was beginning to seep into him as he looked at all of the extra cuts he 'gifted' him.

His amber eyes softened before nodding. Pulling up and re-adjusting his pants, Gladio lay still as Ignis went to work on his wounds. "For the record, I have no regrets." He grinned before shutting his eyes, relaxing under his gentle touch. "I saw a side of you that I didn't think I'd ever see. But do me a favor..." Gladio flinched slightly at the mild pain of a cut on his lower stomach. "Promise me you'll stop holding that shit in. I know you're the one of us that attempts to keep a 'cool head' but dude, that shit's gonna get someone murdered." He chuckled before falling silent for a few moments. "In all seriousness though Iggy...let me be your lightning rod from time to time...I can take it." His eyes stayed glued to the furrowed brow above his specs before reaching up to lightly touch his cheek, adding a little pressure to make Ignis look him in the face. "Promise me."

"I... promise," the advisor wasn't used to this, feeling guilty for pleasuring someone, even if it meant that he caused them pain in the process. "I... am... so-" Ignis' words are choked from him by tears falling down his cheeks, he couldn't hold them back any longer. He quickly looked away from Gladio in an attempt to hide his tears, the last thing he wanted to do was appear as weak to such a man, especially after maintaining such a 'cool head' for so long.

Gladio moved to his knees in front of his friend, now lover, pulling him into a tight embrace. "You better not apologise. You've done not a damn thing wrong." He knew how desperate he tried to hold in every ounce of anger or sadness, even happiness depending on the situation. He also knew how difficult it was the maintain such a stoic demeanour when you're expected the keep someone else level headed. He understood him completely. There was a method to the man’s madness; a reason for pushing him to his limits. He needed him to let go and let it all out before it consumed him alive. "I won't let you bear all of this crap on your own, Ignis. Let go for once and let me help you, you hear me?" Feeling a light shudder from the man in his arms, he held him tighter, his nose buried against the crook of his neck.

Ignis does not utter a word but continues to let the tears stream down his face. He caresses the cheek of the shield, sighing ever so lightly. "I have gone so long without showing anyone any kind of emotion like this... and to finally let it all out... I... thank you, Gladio." Ignis lifts a hand to his face while the other reaches around the shield's shoulder, holding him close. "I'm trying to let you in but... it's so difficult. I apologise for my current state."

The man's fingers snaked protectively to the back of Ignis' head. The advisor was strong. Any and everyone could see the fire in his eyes when he stepped up to do his job, but even the strongest of buildings had those more softer points that were protected by barriers. Gladio vowed to protect that. He pulled away momentarily, resting his forehead against his.

"No need to thank me. Ya know I've always been here, Iggy." He leaned up to plant a gentle kiss on the advisor’s lips before grinning. Finally he stood, helping the man to his feet. Gladio reluctantly scratched the back of his head as he stared at the front of Ignis'... 'painted' shirt. "Not sure how you plan to explain that one," he chuckles, motioning towards the masterpiece with his chin.

"And where are you going? Your wounds are not healed..." Ignis refused to let Gladio return in such a state. "As for my shirt, those two are fast asleep so they won't see a thing." He smiled gently at the burly man, using his final elixir to help mend his wounds. After some time, just holding the shield in the meantime, Ignis noticed that the wounds that he had caused him had healed almost completely and his mind was ever so slightly set at ease. "I may have been able to heal you of my... actions, but still no luck for the ones you bore when you were on your own..." Ignis looked sad, bothered by the fact he couldn't fully heal his lover.

Gladio looked himself over, noting the fresh wounds had just about disappeared. He simply shrugged at the mention of his previous injuries. "My fault. Don't give me that look. You did what you could right?" He patted the man on the back with his good arm. "Also I don't exactly plan on sleeping out here tonight believe it or not. As much as I love crashing under the stars, there's a bed in there with my name on it." He grinned and winked at the man, "thanks for the help, sexy."

"Hmph, you're welcome, my love." He gave his lover a small smile, still lost in his own thoughts. "We have plenty of room back at the hotel... You can take the vacant bed, I will resume my position on the couch... You need to rest." The tears down the advisor's face had slowed to almost a halt, but as he started walking away there was a small stream of them again. Gods, please stop this, Ignis he thought to himself, embarrassed at his invulnerability.

With a smirk, the larger man followed suit until they found themselves inside the hotel. "You really think I'm letting you sleep on the couch? I'm huge, but I ain't that huge. Bunk with me." The man grinned before reaching a gentle finger up to catch a tear on his cheek, "no more of that, Iggy." He rested his hand on the small of Ignis' back ushering him forward to lead him to their chosen room. His feelings for the advisor at this point were completely undeniable. The idea sent a few butterflies through his stomach.

"If you insist," Ignis raised a hand to adjust his glasses on his nose with his index finger. He took a deep breath, eyes closed, and then exhaled, slowly opening them again. "We should make haste, it is nearing morning and those two will be stirring in a couple of hours. We won't get much rest... but it will be worth it to see you pleased and healed." The advisor rested his hand on Gladio's chest, gave him a quick peck to his lips and then turned to open the door to the room. "This way, quietly." He signalled the large man to the room where Ignis would have been sleeping alone, slowly taking off his jacket and glasses.

Gladio stepped lightly past the other boys door, imagining Prompto sprawled out on one side of the bed while Noct lay in a burrito of blankets on the other. The idea made him chuckle. Although being away allowed him to think a bit more clearly, it was nice being back in the presence of his companions. Quickly he followed the man into their designated room, shutting the door lightly behind him. "Hmm, I don't know about you but I'm gonna hit the shower. Been a few days annnd I'm fucking ripe." Gladio’s laughter erupted throughout the room before he stepped over to Ignis, placing a deep, drawn out kiss on his unexpecting lips. "Mmph get ready for bed, I'll be quick." He winked before turning on his heels to the bathroom.

Ignis relished the kiss as if it was their first. "Understood. I will be waiting..." He bit his lip as he watched the large man head for the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The advisor took this moment to sit on the edge of the bed furthest away from the bathroom door and mull over in his head exactly what had taken place tonight. We have done so much... And I cherish it. He smiled wickedly at the thoughts of their actions. The slender man made haste in taking off the rest of his clothing and folding them neatly on a chair in the corner. He slipped into bed and withdrew a book from the drawer that he had been reading for the past few nights. With an arm behind his head propping him up, he temporarily lost himself in the pages.

With the door closed behind him, Gladio quickly stripped, careful to avoid any still healing wounds that dotted his bruised body. He let the water run as hot as he could take, the mirror quickly fogging over with the rising steam. Finally, a hot fucking shower. The man's body ached and protested as he moved under the shower head; it only taking a few moments for his muscles to adjust and loosen. He hung his head low beneath the spray as it soaked his hair and tanned skin, remnants of dirt and dried blood starting to pool at his calloused feet. With an arm resting at the back of the shower, the shield quickly sunk into deep thought, the events of the past few days swirling around his conscious. He had come out triumphant in his endeavors and couldn't be more proud. Not only did he conquer the Blademaster himself but... he managed to capture the heart of a man he held dear. A man he didn't know he needed to desperately until now. You're on a roll big man. He chuckled to himself, the more intimate of events causing him to shiver. After a few more moments of relaxing, Gladio lathered and rinsed himself off before stepping out of the shower. He caught his reflection in the mirror letting his eyes roam over his bulging muscles as he flexed for a moment before opening the door to the bathroom and leaning against the frame. "I was afraid you had fallen asleep," he peered at the advisor from across the room, a small grin playing at his lips.

"And leave you high and dry? Not a chance. I have more stamina than you seem to think, Gladio." The advisor chuckled, he was so in love with this man and it took the previous events of the evening for him to finally break and show it. "I wanted to fall asleep in your arms, and you in mine. Nothing would make me happier." Ignis smiled lovingly at the large man, his heart beginning to race thinking about it. He couldn't help but wonder if other events would unfold before that stage and he certainly wasn't about to object if they did…

Gladio smiled at the advisor’s words. There was no doubt his feelings for him had grown larger than the skies of Eos and with that he vowed to preserve it. Before continuing, he perked a brow. "Stamina you say? Well damn, I may have to test that theory." The shield pushed off of his place against the wall, his eyes remaining on the man before him as he padded toward the bed that cradled the object of his adoration. The towel once snug around toned hips now lay waste behind him. He stood at Ignis' covered feet, drinking in his presence before ascending onto the bed, crawling upward like that of a feral beast hunting its prey. His still damp hair lay at his shoulders aside from a few strands that fell to his face. As he moved, the dim light danced along his flexing muscles, beads of sweat starting to glisten against his skin like tiny beacons calling out for Ignis' touch.

The emerald-eyed man chuckled and it didn't take long for it to cross-fade into a moan as he felt the large man crawling up him. He lay still, eyes locked onto Gladio's with a sly smirk on his face. "You're going to test me once again? Albeit I'm not opposed to it this time, but you nearly lost your head earlier on..." Ignis gave the large man a wink as his free hand trailed up his side ever so lightly, grazing his fingers along his thigh and up to his ass. "At your own peril," the advisor was deliberately being sarcastic, trying to get a rise out of the man above him.

Gladio smirked, "hmmm what can I say...?" He pulled down the blankets letting it sit dangerously low atop Ignis' slender hips. He dipped down to gently trail his tongue from his navel, over his abs and between the crease of his pecs before stopping to lave at his jawline. "...I like to live dangerously." He smiled before crashing his lips to the man below him, the intensity increasing as their mouths danced together. He pulled away breathlessly and chuckled. "I really hope you didn't plan on waking up early tomorrow," the shield leaned to his ear, "because it's about to be a looong night..."

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Something I wrote some time ago but am quite happy with :3 ~ AsukaSin

On His Highness’ Orders (IgNoct x reader NSFW)

Sooo here we have something I don’t see often enough T_T I decided to take it upon myself to write a filthy piece for my OTP and the reader *giggles* and I’m quite happy with it! I hope you all enjoy it, too!

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Keeping the tags short since I don’t know who wants to be tagged or not (if I’ve tagged anyone who doesn’t want to be let me know ^^)

Warning: NSFW below the cut

5am. The alarm you set the night before disturbed you from your slumber and you lazily reached out for your phone to turn it off. You kept your phone in hand as you flopped back onto your bed and shut your eyes again momentarily, letting the activities planned for the day slip to the forefront of your mind. The King. The Prince. The Advisor. All three would be the only people present in the meeting you were to attend today at work. Why me? What did I do now? You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking it was something bad, why else would three of the most important men in Lucis want to talk to you alone?

The meeting was due to start at 9am, so this gave you more than enough time to shower, get yourself ready, dressed in your Kingslaive uniform and look as presentable as you could manage.

After grabbing a small bite of breakfast in the form of a slice of toast you headed out of your apartment, making haste as you started to walk to the Citadel. You had business before the meeting, Noctis and Ignis had requested that they see you beforehand, the reason was left unknown. This had made you rack your brain even more over the past week since you found out about it. Not only am I to meet with King Regis, his son and his advisor have requested to see me before the meeting? This is so weird… The thoughts toyed with your sanity the whole walk to the Citadel and when you finally arrived you were met by two guards in the reception area.

“This way please, miss.” One of the guards gestured you to follow him down a hallway, which lead to one of the offices you had passed on occasion on your travels through the Citadel on business. The guard knocked on the door and a voice from within signalled you to enter. You entered the room, not paying attention to the two men behind the desk but more to the stacks of paper built up on top of it. Your thoughts began to run away from you until the guard shut the door behind you, startling you a little.

“Ah, Y/N, you made it, and right on time too. Marvelous.” Your eyes darted up to the man from which that soothing voice came from, standing at the corner or the desk. Ignis Scientia, advisor to Prince Noctis. You only saw Ignis once before when you passed in the corridor in the Citadel. He flashed you a smile and you returned the courtesy, silently eyeing him up in the process. He was in-dubiously handsome and all of your female colleagues made no attempt at keeping their attraction to him secret. It had never really bothered you before but you were still slightly intrigued to see the man who had so many women falling for him. This moment confirmed that; you found yourself locked onto him as he passed you, admiring his whole form and the way he presented himself.

“No need to be so nervous, Y/N, relax.” Another voice. Your eyes darted to the other man stood just beside Ignis, arms crossed. Noctis Lucis Caelum, prince and heir to the Kingdom of Lucis. Your breath hitched slightly as you admired his form, this was the first time you had ever seen the prince in person. Until this moment you had only ever seen pictures of him or seen him on television briefly whenever he appeared on the news. The images didn’t do him justice, he too was incredibly handsome and you couldn’t help but get lost in his gaze momentarily. His eyes were a wonderful mix of blue and grey, the colours mingling in a mesmerising dance of beauty. The raven locks that draped across his face defined his eyes that much more.

“Now, time to address the fact of why we called you here before the meeting,” the prince continued, placing his hands on the desk and arching his back slightly.

“I think it’s best if we tell you what it’s going to be about here so that you don’t faint or something in front of my Dad,” Noctis chuckled, his azure gaze meeting yours again.

“It has been agreed between me and my Dad that you are going to accompany me, Ignis, Prompto and Gladio to Altissia for my marriage to Luna.” You were sure your heart had stopped beating in your chest for a few seconds. Me? Why? What? How? An onslaught of questions plagued your mind, and your eyes shot open upon fully processing the prince’s words.

“My prince, I am honoured, but I must ask, why me?” You could feel your cheeks heating and you were sure there was no way you were going to hide your debauched state from the two beautiful men in front of you who just told you that you are to go with them on a lengthy trip.

“Well, my dear, I had input in this decision too. After our brief encounter in the corridor I was… intrigued to know more about you. Alas, I found out who you were and discovered you were an honourable Kingslaive member more than capable of handling herself.” Ignis flashed you that same smile he gave you when you had seen him in the corridor and your breath was taken away once again.

“He also came to me with your file. Once we had finished going through it I agreed that we should definitely bring along a strong, capable woman who would keep the four of us in check.” The prince rested one of his hands on the file in front of him, the papers surrounding it were clearly a ruse to mislead you. Then you caught Ignis’ piercing emerald gaze and your heart dropped straight into the depths of your stomach. His friendly smile had subsided and was replaced with a mischievous one, his hands rising up far enough so that you could watch as he tightened the glove on his right hand by giving it a swift tug with his left.

You gulped, hard.

“I-I am forever grateful… for your kindness, your H-Highness. I shall proudly accompany you on your journey…” As you spoke you did you utmost to keep eye contact with Noctis and keep your voice steady, but out of the corner of your eye you could see Ignis flexing his fingers and watched as he oh-so slowly pushed his glasses up on his nose with his index finger. Is this a dream? It has to be a dream. There is no way this is happening… You couldn’t believe your luck.

“There is something I want to find out, however, which is the reason I asked you to come here before the meeting.” Oh Six.

“What would that be?” Your mind was racing into overdrive. What could he possibly want to know that isn’t in that file?

“I want to know how well you fuck.”

Your eyes shut tight upon hearing those sinful words fall from the prince’s mouth and a fire ignited within your core. Oh. My. Gods.

Before you had the chance to say anything you felt pressure around your wrists and your arms being forced up above your head as you were pushed back into the door forcefully. You let out a sharp gasp as you felt lips latch onto your neck and you forced your eyes open. Your eyes fell upon Ignis in the background, taking his time in removing his gloves and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Then your eyes fell upon the man restraining you. He removed his lips from your neck and brought his head up to meet your gaze.

“I hope you don’t mind, but ever since I saw your picture and learned more about you I just had to taste you. You could call this your… initiation.” Before any more words were exchanged the prince smirked at you before eagerly crashing his lips into yours, engaging in the most heated, passionate kiss you have ever experienced.

Noctis’ hands slipped up your sides caressing your curves before coming back down to grab your thighs and pull them up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pulled you away from the wall and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep you both steady. He broke the kiss when he sat you down on the edge of the desk and pushed you down onto it.

“Ignis, I want you to taste her properly first. Tell me how good she is.” The raven-haired man’s words were now dripping with lust and upon catching sight of his eyes again you saw that they had darkened to the point where only a tinge of blue was left as it drowned in the darkness. It sent a spark rushing through you to know that you were undoubtedly going to be taken by both of these men, right here on this desk.

“As his Highness wishes,” Ignis sauntered over to you and rested a hand on your cheek.

“As startled as I’m sure you are, kitten, will you permit me and Noctis to indulge in you? You should know, if your answer is to accept our proposal, you can never go back. You will belong to us and only us.”

Ignis’ words left you speechless for a few moments as you desperately tried to come to senses with what was happening. All theirs? Oh hell yes. After your mind had cleared and you had processed everything, you grabbed hold of Ignis’ wrist and pulled him down to you, kissing him eagerly.

“I would be a fool to turn down the most beautiful men in Eos. Indulge in as much as you can take.” Your words were split by your heated kisses to the advisor, eventually pulling away to flash him a devious smile. Ignis’ face lit up with a similar smile before grasping both of your wrists and forcing them above your head. His lips latched onto your neck and you let out a moan, indicating that he was lapping his tongue over all of the right places. His free hand ran underneath your shirt and up to cup your breast and he gave it an experimental rough squeeze, causing you to emit the most sinful noises.

After being satisfied with his experiment Ignis removed his hands from you and got up, his gaze shifting over to Noctis.

“She is positively delicious, Highness. I trust you would want the pleasure of taking her first?” Ignis’ face was a wonderful shade of pink and his lips were glistening in the ever growing light in the room.

“Sun’s rising, better get on with it if we both want to take her before Dad summons us.” Noctis returned the devilish smile before setting his darkened gaze upon you. Amidst your ministrations Noctis had done away with all of his clothes, leaving you breathless before him as he pulled you to the edge of the desk.

“Are you going to behave for your prince? I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to have to punish you if you disobeyed me…” Noctis winked at you as his hand ran up your thigh, fingers dancing ever so lightly over your skin. He rested a finger on your clit and began slow circular motions on it, causing you to moan profusely. Once he was satisfied that you were ready he lined himself up and then slowly entered you, taking in every noise that emitted from you. He groaned as he slid deeper inside, all the way so he was fully sheathed within you.

“G-Gods, you are so tight.” The raven-haired man leaned down into you, pressing his delicate lips against yours as he started to move within you, fucking you at a steady pace.

“My p-prince, you f-feel so amazing, don’t s-stop, please!” You were now putty beneath the man. Sure, you had sex before, but no man felt even close to what Noctis did inside you. No man had ever made you want to obey his every command quite like he did.

Moan after moan, thrust after thrust, you could feel yourself inching closer towards your first climax. The raven-haired man’s breaths were becoming a lot more ragged and you could feel him shaking as his hands rested on your hips, a indication that he too was close.

“Y/N, I-I’m close. Get on your knees for me.” You furrowed your brows, trying to hide your slight disappointment that you had to part from Noctis. Alas, you obeyed your prince and slid yourself off the table, flopping into a pile on your knees as he stood in front of you, palming himself at a rapid pace to reach his climax.

“C-close your eyes.” On his Highness’ orders you closed your eyes, anxiously anticipating the man’s hot seed covering your face.

Mere seconds after you had closed your eyes hot bursts of the prince’s cum covered your face, some getting into your hair and a drop of two fell on your shirt. Once you were sure he had released everything he had you licked your lips, tasting his seed.

“You do not disappoint, your Highness.” You continued to lick as much of the prince’s seed off your face as your tongue would allow. Satisfied that you had gotten as much as you could you wiped the rest off with your fingers and slowly sucked them, making sure you were staring straight at Noctis and then diverting your gaze to Ignis shortly after.

“Holy shit, she sure knows how to please. You’re gonna have fun, Iggy.” Noctis smirked, grabbing his heap of clothes from the floor.

“Undoubtedly,” Ignis walked around the desk until he was stood in front of you. He held out a hand to you and you took it, using him to help you get up.

Before you could thank him for his assistance Ignis’ arm snaked around your lower back and pulled you in against him, crashing his lips into yours. He ran his hand down your side, gripping your thigh as he pulled it up to his waist, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. Once you had done as he silently commanded he started to fall to his knees, maintaining his passionate kiss with you. He gripped the back of your head as he leaned into you, lowering you down on your back gently. Once you were on the floor he broke the kiss and peppered your neck with kisses as he got to work unzipping his pants.

Your eyes had remained shut as you were laid down on the floor and it wasn’t until you could hear Ignis moaning lightly that you opened your eyes. Your eyes widened when you were graced with the sight of Noctis passionately kissing Ignis from behind. The slender man’s neck was bent in a way you didn’t think possible, but it gave you a brilliant view of the advisor’s scrumptious neck and jaw. You found yourself hypnotised by the way they enjoyed each other and you couldn’t help but notice how experienced they both were with each other. How they knew every single spot to hit. How they knew exactly what to do to get the other bending to their will. It had your imagination swimming in a sinful pool of thoughts.

You slid your hand down to your clit and started gently massaging it and letting a few breathy moans escape from you. You closed your eyes to relish in the attention that your bundle of nerves was receiving, even if it was your own. It wasn’t long before you were interrupted by a hand tightening around your wrist. Ignis. You moaned at the loss of contact from your most sensitive area and you opened your eyes, the slightest frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. You were met by a dark gaze and a wicked smile and it sent a tingle straight to your core.

“Now, where were we, kitten?” Ignis was now completely naked, Noctis had seen to removing his glasses for him. You could feel him lining himself up outside of you and you let out a gasp as you felt the tip of his cock teasing you, rubbing up against you. Without warning he thrust into you, letting out a grunt as he sheathed himself inside of you.

“Goodness, you are tight.” He let out a breathy moan as he quickened his pace, nuzzling into your neck.

“Please, fuck me, Mr. Scientia!” Those words seemed to ignite a new fire deep within Ignis and he started pounding into you with new found fervour. You were almost screaming with pleasure as you were taken by him, your body still adjusting to his impressive length. He was larger than Noctis in both width and length and it allowed him to reach places deep within you that no one else ever had.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your limit, clamping your walls around Ignis’ length as you rode out your orgasm. You continuously moaned his name whilst digging your nails into his back and scraping them along his soft, tender skin slick with sweat. The bombardment on the advisor’s senses was enough to push him over the edge, releasing his hot seed deep within you. You shivered at the feeling at first but soon relaxed, sprawling your arms above your head as you came down from your high.

“Gods, if this road trip includes more of this then I humbly accept your offer, Mr. Scientia.” You scanned the room, looking for the prince. You found him sat in a chair that was behind the desk reading over your file again, presumably to pass time as Ignis had his way with you.

“Good to hear, Y/N, because after that there’s no way I can let you refuse me.” The prince smirked at you as he stood up and started walking towards you.

“Nor I,” Ignis added.

“Now, we should reassemble our clothing and look as presentable as humanly possible. We are due at the meeting and will be called for any mo-” Ignis’ words were interrupted by knocking on the door.

“Your Highness, His Majesty requests your presence along with your associates in the Throne room.” Noctis quickly shuffled to the door to make sure no one came in.

“Thank you, we will be there shortly, just give us a few more moments here.” The raven-haired man looked both you and Ignis up and down in a silent gesture to get you to hurry up. You stood up, threw your hair in a messy bun and pulled your pants back up. Just before you could pull them all the way a hand slid into them, stopping you for a moment.

“I hope you will remember who you belong to, because I believe we have both given you enough reason to keep it cemented in your mind. Be a good kitten and keep me in there, I adore the way you looked with my cum dripping from you.” Hot, sinful words were whispered into your ear once more while a gloved finger ran over your panties, right over your clit. Your breath hitched and you reached back to grip Ignis’ cock roughly.

“And don’t you forget who you belong to, Mr. Scientia.”

You looked back at Ignis to give him a quick peck on his lips before you finished pulling up your pants and making yourself look presentable for your King.

“Let’s go, I’d rather not get a mouthful off my Dad about how late we are.” Noctis turned to the door, opening it.

“Oh, you’ll get a mouthful from someone, your Highness.” Ignis’ voice was deep, you dare not look behind you to see the mischievous look on his face since you had finally won the battle with your mind to start thinking rationally again.

You followed Noctis out of the door, doing your best to keep your mind clear so you didn’t end up embarrassing yourself and Ignis followed you, shutting the door behind him.

You knew that this was the first day of many to come that would include many sinful activities and the thought excited you almost too much. It was as if you were on your way to a contract signing by which you were signing your body over to these two men and nothing pleased you more. I want them both, over and over and I never want it to end…

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