Chev and Belle Feb 13 smut please
Finally getting to this old request for Be My Valentine CCC 2022! Hope you enjoy! Prompt used: Finding a new tradition for Valentine's Day
𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈��𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . chevalier x reader
► You give Chevalier a book to read out to you… but it's no ordinary love novel - it's erotica.
Chevalier Michel x Reader • rating: E (mdni) • tags: Vaginal Fingering; Love Bites; Marking; Kissing; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,161 • masterlist
Chevalier is a lot like the hard-shelled chocolate bonbons you made for him: they had mousse in the core that one could only reach if they dared to break through the surface. Your first Valentine's day with him proved how much the mousse spoils your palette. Or would have, if you had had enough alone time with Chevalier to be actually spoiled.
The fleeting shared moments of intimacy were ending as soon as they began, fortunately culminating in a nice dinner for two that provided some of that awaited alone time with Chevalier.
Him leading you under an arm towards your shared bedchambers is pleasant, but you ache for more of his attention and his touch.
"Chevalier, I thought… nothing beats a good book at the end of an exhausting day, isn't that right?"
A fellow booklover, you know that you are right in Chevalier's eyes - the sight of him loosening the cuffs of his shirt's sleeves is making you regret talking about books of all things, but you have an idea in your head, and there is no turning back now.
"… The books I'm currently reading are in my private library. Nobody has business being there in my absence, and I'm already done changing. I figure you don't feel like going there either."
"Mhmm…" You nod your assent, walking as casually as you can towards your side of the bed, hand wandering inside the nightstand drawer. "Well, mine is right here…"
Chevalier approaches you until you feel his body heat just shy of your back. Or maybe that's you being feverish, excited by your own mischief yet to reveal.
"You should've asked directly if you want me to read to you. I'm not so dense not to see how you would consider this a part of today's celebration."
Does he have to say like that? "Yes, I would love that. Doing as many of those activities with you as possible, even the simple ones, is making me happy."
The comfortable, luxuriously cushioned reading chair that can be found in his private library is not one of his kind, as Chev sits down in the one situated here, in his bedroom, beckoning you with his eyes. No, you're not talking about the accommodation that his chest provides as you sit on his lap, it's surely just you appreciating the piece of furniture that is big enough for the both of you but still small enough to make you take a creative position sideways. You could prop your arm against the backrest of the armchair, or you could wrap it around Chevalier's shoulders… and you settle for the latter. Because today is all about being close and lovey-dovey, isn't it?
Chev opens your book at the bookmarked page, conveniently starting with a new chapter. He doesn't mind not being introduced to the contents prior, he either has heard you talk about it already and is a matter of time for his brilliant memory to activate and detect the needed information, or, you haven't really mentioned about this book in particular: which is also fine, since he simply chose to do this for you.
"Having eloped into the night, the lovers couldn't keep their feelings at bay any longer; nor they had to. They allowed only the moon to keep watch, the faithful guardian it has been at their rendezvous before. The grass cushioned their falling, and lips found lips, hushed breaths mingling without the act of running being alone at fault."
Does Chevalier suspect anything? His tone is even and unshaken by the implication of the passage; for a second you worry that he might be reading out mechanically, some genius he is, mind busying itself simultaneously with matters of bigger importance… or not.
There is a tiny huff of breath that disrupts the reading, a reaction of sorts. He still continues.
"Between those back-to-back breathless kisses, forbidden but deserved, sweet and dripping of sin, hands start to wander. Layers of fabric give way to daring fingers eager to wander where there is proof of arousal, needing to know they're not the only one. Sharp breath intakes pierce the air that they share with no other soul right now; with the freedom to not only whisper but scream of their love. Of their pleasure."
Chevalier's voice is a love potion to you. It gets you drunk and pliant on a normal occasion; the words he'd whisper between the sheets still written on your skin with his tongue. He loves to nip on your skin to accompany the dirtiest of his promises he'd make to you, his actions always coming out thrice as much as his words. You wanted to hear more.
"…Where did you get this book from?"
The sudden change of his tone snaps you out of your trance and you squeeze your thighs together involuntarily. As they're situated over Chevalier's lap, the movement is near impossible to miss by your observant lover.
"I'm not sure. Maybe it was a gift from someone?"
Chevalier surely has a good idea or two as to who to suspect, but it seems like he's not concerned with that right now. He shifts his legs too, presumably to find a better reading position.
"Fingers get bolder, mouths clash with vigor as if to consume the other. Moan follows moan, fingers squeezing and nails biting the skin underneath; soon the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the field, domineering over the ambient sounds of the night."
It's not your intention to curl your fingers as they rest against Chevalier's biceps, but it's entirely his fault that he chose to forgo putting on a shirt while changing earlier. The temperature of the room allows, and there is nothing wrong with allowing himself more comfort in the presence of the one who has already seen him naked too many times… but you also cannot keep your hands to yourself, reminiscent of the characters in the book. Your fingertips scrape against his strong biceps, thinking that he might be deep enough into the book not to pay mind. You're wrong.
Chev makes another shift in his seat, raising a knee to prop the book against. He maneuvers you until your legs come to rest on either side of his knee, the apex of your thighs flush against the hard skin of his own thigh. It's surprisingly comfortable. And not just comfortable.
The next passage from the book is even more explicit, putting your otherwise fantastically functioning imagination to shame - not because there's this foggy filter over it (that's a given), but because you're not imagining the right things. Instead of runaway lovers sharing a forbidden tryst, it's you and Chevalier. Instead of a moonlit field, there's a bedroom.
"Mmm…" You mewl as Chevalier uses the advantage of having the book securely propped up to use his free hand on you. He snakes his way to between your thighs, squeezing the inner part - it feels like a scolding manner, a way of telling you to pay attention. But then why is his hand moving further up, until it palms your heated sex?
‘Chevalier is not going to finger me and continue reading’,you tell yourself, with a concoction of emotions swirling inside you, varying from disbelief to devious hope and everything naughty in between. The only thing separating your pussy from his calloused digits is the thin barrier of your panties, which have proved to never be a challenge for your lover on his way of wrecking your…world. A simple motion of hooking his middle finger underneath the fabric and tugging it to the side would be enough. And you know that it won’t halt his reading, too.
And that's exactly what he does, as more and more illicit words fall from his lips as if it's nothing. You feel his fingertips brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and at first it's a premise of an agonizing tease, but soon he's rubbing on it firmly and at a steady pace, with no foreseen intention to stop.
"Ahh! Ohh…"
The pleasure-fueled torture sees you curling your toes, ascending to the heights of pleasure way before the culmination that the book's characters seek. Then again, unlike any of them, you get to be worked to orgasm by Chevalier Michel.
Your legs part and momentarily go afloat in your euphoria, body arching up in Chevalier's embrace as his strong hand seeks over your writhing form, index and middle fingers burying inside you, making you rock on them before you can instinctively squirm away from too much pleasure.
Chest raising and falling in an attempt to catch your breath, your ears catch the sound of the book making a thud against the tiled floor. You open your eyes just in time to cooperate with Chev who is now getting to his feet, sliding away from under you.
"Turn around and hold into the armrests."
Shivers running through your entire body, erasing the satisfaction of your recent orgasm until it's changed for a burning need for more, you comply, hiking up your skirt to your lower back, presenting yourself to Chevalier.
He sighs behind you, the sound accompanied by the so melodic for you sound of his belt unbuckling.
"While you had your attention focused elsewhere, I had finished reading out the chapter. I take it as you didn't hear the end of it."
Gods, you're not even hearing the end of his sentences when he talks to you right now, what is left for the book? You ARE focused on him right now, just not on his voice - the way he rubs the blunt head of his hard cock between your folds is rendering your unable to think straight about anything else. You didn’t expect him to be this worked up, but his firm erection make you realize you weren't the only one enjoying the naughty game you played.
"Very well then. I'll show you how it ended."
You moan his name out loud as he pushes in from behind, taking you in doggy style, similarly to what the lovers from the book did, you presume. Or maybe that's his personal preference. You couldn't know how much of it is Chevalier's own unrestricted passion and it only made things more exciting. You were in for a good and fast pounding, the poor armchair creaking under Chevalier's thrusts. If it wasn't for its weight speaking of good quality, you'd be worried about it getting absolutely destructed by the end of your lovemaking.
Chevalier groans, placing open-mouthed kisses against your nape. He slows his thrusts just to suckle on your skin until it's bruised with his love, releasing it with an audible pop and immediately kissing it better. You turn your head to meet him in a kiss, and he hisses against your lips as your walls spasm around his thick girth.
"Say my name while you're coming for me."
It's not an order, orders don't sound this honeyed, dripping with love-fueled desperation, all to see you in the throes of pleasure again so soon.
He doesn’t even have to ask.
"Che…va…lier…!"
A strong wave of pleasure runs through you like a lightning strike, making your arch your back to push against Chevalier's cock as much as your body allows to. Your head falls back, and Chevalier caresses your chin, holding it in place as he imprecisely captures your lips, moaning his own culmination against them.
You feel him erupt inside you in thick spurts, and you're wishing the last drops of pleasure weren't wrung out of you so you could lose yourself into cumming again from that sensation alone.
As sweat beads on your forehead, Chevalier releases your chin and you feel boneless. He's catching you before you can crumble under the weight of the afterglow, and collects you in his arms.
All you want is to resume your previous position from before things became not-so-innocent…it would work perfectly for post-sex cuddles. Thankfully, great minds think alike.
"Books like those are a rarity, but maybe it won't hurt if we pick them up for a reading session once in a while…"
Chevalier lets out a barely audible snort at the poorly hidden satisfaction you show with something so dirty in nature. His thumb rubs gentle circles on the palm of your hand as he holds your snuggled-up form on the armchair.
"A Valentine's day tradition?"
You hum, considering his offer. One year would be a good amount of time in your hands to put them on a good erotica… maybe with careful selecting it can be used in order to give Chevalier even wilder ideas. Will you be able to find such thing? Being direct with your desires surely is faster and more effective, but what's the fun in that… your shyness aside.
"Mhm, sounds good. Though, I guess, you can't know the contents of anything I give you to read out to me until you're actually reading it out…"
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Things Chevalier did for his mc
-Bought her her own bookshelf in HIS library which is like his safe haven. It’s like giving her her own spot in his intimacy.
-Stopped killing if not necessary. Chevalier has been killing since he was young. He does not enjoy killing and does not have any bloodlust but that was his way of dealing with problems yet he completely changed just for her.
-Agonised over her christmas present for days and even asked Sariel for help because he wanted to give her the BEST PRESENT EVER.
-Goes on date in the city and outside the castle. Knowing that Cheva dislikes going outside because he is that much of an introvert.
-Bought her an expensive painting because she said she liked it.
-Every night, when she sleeps, he whispers how much he loves her and how much she changed his world for the better.
-Many times he pretends to be still asleep in the mornings so that MC kisses him more.
-Eats her sweets no matter how good or bad they are.
-Try to be nicer, cook breakfast for her, visit her during her work hour, pat her head in encouragement, go on a walk with her in the garden while holding hands, because Clavis said he was not treating her well enough and she might get sick of him.
-Organized a Christmas ball for her even though he hates balls.
-Took her to meet his grandpa during valentine days and asked him to put good words for her with the other nobles, to make her job easier.
-Whenever they are together he keeps watching her instead of reading or doing his work.
-Did her hair for her, twice.
-Bought her an expensive hair ornament because she stared at it for too long.
-Read books to her.
-Let her sit on his laps A LOT.
-Carry her around A LOT. He always throw her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before he remembers that she dislikes that and switches to a princess carry. This is like a running gag that happens every now and then during many events and even in his romantic ending.
-Bandaged her injured hand while she was asleep, during his route.
-Becomes moody and when she is not with him.
-Could listen to her talking for hours with a humanlike smile on his face.
-Try to be nicer to her in bed only for MC to tell him she likes it rough.
-Worry about her but still let her stand her ground alone. He does observe her from afar to make sure she is okay and hugs her to comfort her if she has a hard time.
Not yet released in the eng version: Beware spoilers
-In the jp version for MC’s birthdays, he bought her a room full of presents.
-Babysit MC’s friend’s kid.
-Makes a special ring for MC. He made it specifically for her long before he proposed.
-Got on his knee when proposing.
-Let MC sit on the throne even though she's not queen yet.
-Took her to a lake during summer even though he dislikes playing in the water.
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