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aeoncryptic · 1 year

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If it appeals to you, either Arthur or Theo getting edged on my MC? She'll say, "prove to me you deserve this," while continuing to tease mercilessly.

Thank you for opening up requests! I love your writing so I'm excited to see what you come up with! 😊

I decided to choose Arthur! I’m not sure I’ve written him being teased like this yet, but I know I’ve written Theo being teased a lot with my Training Theo fic. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Words: 1754

Pairing: Arthur/Reader

Tags: Femdom, teasing, edging, restraints, brief mention of impact play, facesitting, submissive Arthur

Note: I took some requests based on @xxsycamore's kinktober prompt list, and this prompt comes from that!

Being in a relationship with Arthur meant that, teasing-wise, it was rare you could get the upper hand. He was either ready to meet all of your advances with his own, or quick to try to overwhelm you at your own game.

But sometimes, you could have him melt in your hands by playing your cards right.

The devious plan started with small steps: waking him up with morning kisses that began innocently- just soft kisses between whispered good mornings that had him sighing happily. Nipping at his bottom lip woke him up further, however, and soon you had him sliding his hand down your side, trying to linger longer with each kiss, before he teased his tongue.

You let him enjoy it, shivering when his breathing became husky with want, and riled him up further by slipping your hand between the two of you, getting a wonderful feel at just how excited he was getting.

And then you cut him off smoothly, with a practiced excuse of needing to do some early morning prep with Sebastian. His pout was immediate, and you could see a hint of confusion on his face, but he let you go with only minor complaints.

The next step was just a quick visit during one of Arthur’s writing breaks. He was used to your well timed coffee refills, and your encouraging words to help fuel his writing session. It was easy to distract him with a wandering hand. Just teasing touches along his shoulder, a few light trails of your finger down his neck before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, and then a nibble to the shell of his ear.

His low chuckle so close to your ear nearly made your cheeks flush, the sound immediately bringing to mind the heated moments between the two of you where he had the upper hand. But you stayed firm, pulling away just to bat his hand away playfully.

It wasn't until you were heading out the door that you heard his chair creak as he finally turned back to face his desk, but you were also rewarded with his shark intake of breath as he noticed the warm panties you left by his coffee.

After dinner might have been the worst. The two of you were finally alone again as you washed some of the dishes, his arms encircling your waist as he hummed a low tune.

Playing along instead of shooing him away rewarded you with slow kisses down your neck, and his hand wandering between your legs. The fabric of your skirt was thin enough to where it was easy for him to palm at your heat, but thick enough to where it still just wasn't enough, even without panties in the way.

But two could play that game. You bent over the counter a bit more, purposefully grinding your ass against his crotch, and chuckling when he groaned.

"Already that hard?"

"Keep it up, darling, I'll take you right here and now."

You smirked, glancing at him over your shoulder, "I don't think I want just a quickie for now, Arthur. You know that's not enough for me."

"Never said it just had to be one, luv. I'll gladly fuck you in here, then in every room in-between until we get to mine."

God, you'd be lying if you tried to pretend that didn't make your legs tremble, hearing that promise in a husky whisper by your ear, his bulge right up against your ass… but this wasn't what you wanted to do today.

You straightened and turned to face him, ignoring the heat on your cheeks and the smirk on his face as you tapped a finger to his lips.

"Not tonight, Arthur. There's something new I want to do."

He tilted his head at that, but didn't seem disinterested. He opened his mouth to speak but another voice interrupted the two of you- Sebastian politely coughing as he entered the kitchen.

You both stepped away from each other then, not wanting to make Sebastian feel too awkward, but before Arthur could leave you tugged him towards you briefly, whispering for him to wait for you in his room so that the two of you could properly discuss how you wanted tonight to go.

Wasn't this a treat? You stared down at your naked boyfriend, stretched out on his bed, wrists restrained and cheeks flushed.

Arthur's breath came out in heavy huffs after he gave up muffling them. The creaking of the headboard and the leather cuffs around his wrists had a thrill of excitement running up your spine, and you gave your poor lover another kiss to his stomach. The action still made him groan, his hips jutting up as his neglected cock rubbed against your bare breasts- until you pulled back again.

"Look at how desperate you are, even straining for a chance to rub up against any part of me, hm?"

His eyebrows furrowed as his blush deepened, but he made no comment, just looking at you with quietly pleading eyes.

You smiled, picking back up the small riding crop you had, sliding the tip of it under his chin, making him keep his eyes on you.

"Is there something you want to say?"

He kept quiet for a moment longer, before offering a strained smile.

"Luv, I'd like to keep playing with you like this, but-"

"Don't tell me you're close already?" The crop left his chin, and you trailed the pad of it down his chest, watching how he shivered, "you've teased me much longer than this before, and you're known around Paris for your endless appetite. Are you sure you're close, or are you just wanting to cum soon?"

As you spoke, you moved the crop down towards his inner thighs, tapping lightly before swiftly smacking it against the sensitive skin.

Arthur strained and bit his lip, a muffled groan leaking out as his hips involuntarily jutted up. You watched as his cock twitched, a heavy bob that caused a heady bead of precum to drip down his length. Idly, you slid the tip of the crop along his cock, smearing his precum around his tip.

“I never realized how quick it took you to get to this point. You always show such restraint when I’m on the receiving end…”

"Y-You've been riling me up all day, luv. You palmed my cock this morning while we kissed, then left me your panties during my writing break- mmph!"

You blew a heated puff at the tip of his cock as you gently tugged on his balls, listening to the creak of the headboard as Arthur tugged against his cuffs. His chest rose slowly as he seemed to take in a few deep breaths to steady himself before lifting his head, looking down at your grin.

“I really get you that excited? Leaving you so hard all day that you could barely stand it?”

Crop discarded, you carefully held his cock at the base, just a light grip that he couldn’t feel too much relief over, but enough to let you barely press your tongue against his shaft. A slow, barely there lick had him throwing his head back on his pillow. A light kiss was enough to have him twitch, but suckling at his frenulum, that tender spot under his glans, had Arthur panting as more precum leaked out.

"Maybe I'm being too harsh on you, hm? I've just been teasing you with such light touches…"

As you sat back again, Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes swimming with need as he watched you straddle his waist.

"Luv-"

You weren't sure what reaction you were expecting when you ground your wet, aching pussy against his cock, but the strangled whine he gave as he desperately tried to steel himself made your inner walls clench with need.

You kept up a slow, agonizing pace as you kept rubbing yourself against him, letting yourself moan freely at how good it felt just to grind your clit against his length, and watching Arthur squeeze his eyes shut, trying not to break any of the rules you gave him earlier.

"You really want to touch me, don't you?"

"Mmph- please, luv. Just, ah, just let me make you feel good."

"This already feels good, though," you leaned over him to press a kiss to his cheek, getting to hear his gasp right in your ear as you pressed your entrance against the head of his cock, "or did you mean this? Filling me up and pumping me full of your cum?"

Arthur couldn't speak for a moment, grasping the headboard so tightly you could hear it creak again.

"Gods, I'm going to-"

"Prove to me that you deserve this," you mused, pressing his tip just a bit further into you.

Arthur groaned, "tell me what you want me to do to prove it, luv, and I'll do it in an instant."

"Can't you come up with it on your own?"

With that you pulled away from his cock, ignoring the way Arthur involuntarily cried out from the loss of your heat. You didn't even get a chance to tease him on it before he spoke quickly and desperately.

"Use me as much as you want, luv. Fuck my face until you're satisfied, gag me and use that cockring on me, fuck me until you can't move any longer- just let me please you, darling."

This was what you wanted. A disheveled, blushing and desperate Arthur underneath you, finally being the one to beg. And all of it was focused on making you feel good, not just him getting to cum.

You smiled, thumbing the budding tear of frustration away from the corner of his eye, "good boy."

A quick tap to his arms, and Arthur finally stopped grasping the headboard like his life depended on it, letting you straddle his face with ease. With how good he was being, you decided to unlock the cuffs that held him, pleased that he still didn't touch you without permission.

"You can use your hands for this," you muttered, fisting his hair, "and if you continue to listen well, I'll let you cum inside of me tonight. I know how much you love watching your seed drip out of me…"

Arthur immediately grasped your hips, swiftly pulling you down to lap at your aching cunt.

As you relaxed into his grip, melting against his tongue, you considered that maybe, you should do this much more often.

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Hope you enjoyed! I'm not sure what kind of teasing you wanted, but this is what I came up with. I don't think it falls under full edging, but... Maybe still fun to read?

While I think Arthur would be desperate to cum at a certain point, I think he really gets off on getting to please Mc and cumming from that, so that's why I wrote him begging like that.

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aeoncryptic · 2 years

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Jean: Frankly, I'm offended that you'd ever even think it was me who set the kitchen on fire.

Comte: So it wasn't you?

Jean: I mean, yeah, it was, but I'm still offended.

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aeoncryptic · 2 years

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Comte: Kids. Bed. Now. I want to talk with your father

Leonardo: No, guys, stay. Please stay

Comte: Go!

Leonardo: Stay!

Vincent: We should go...

Arthur: It was an honor to meet you

Leonardo: Jean, stay!

Jean: What's going on?

Napoleon: Jean, let's go

Leonardo: Isaac, don't move!

Comte: GET OUT OF HERE!

Isaac: Sorry -backs slowly-

Leonardo: DON'T LEAVE MEEEEE!!

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aeoncryptic · 2 years

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Arthur: Come on, Theo, I wasn’t that drunk last night~

Theo: [deadpans] You were flirting with Hondje.

Arthur: So what? She’s my partner.

Theo: You asked her if she was single.

Arthur:

Theo: And then you cried when she said she wasn’t.

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aeoncryptic · 2 years

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Le Comte: You're all being well behaved tonight

Arthur:

Dazai:

Shakespeare:

Leonardo:

Vlad:

Theo:

Le Comte: WHAT DID YOU DO?

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aeoncryptic · 2 years

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*all the boys enter Comte's office* Theo: Comte, we have 3 votes on exorcism, 5 on heavy medication, 1 possible on murder, rest abstained, your call. Comte: What?! Mozart: MC has… a condition. Jean: She's possesed by evil spirits. Theo: She's nuts. Sebastian: She's on her period, for god's sake. Comte: Ah, yes, I heard crying, she must be in great pain. Napoleon: That was Isaac. She told him it's his fault that grocery bags are so heavy, because he "just had to" invent gravity. Arthur: You know what actually could help releasing the stress? Everyone: NO!!! Comte: *looking at Mozart* Some music could help with the pain. Mozart: Yes, we thougth that and, according to MC, I reached the peak of my composing skills by making my music so dull that it makes her nauseous and so irritating that the pain is worse at the same time. Leonardo: Oh, come on… It can't be that bad… *Leonardo walks out* *5 minutes later* MC: I PREFER MICHELANGELO ANYWAY! *Leonardo comes back* Leonardo: La donna e pazza.

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aeoncryptic · 2 years

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This is another old, old, old request from the last time I opened them- my server was doing writing sprints and I thought working on an older request would be perfect! (Requests are not open at the moment.) Didn't want to answer the original ask since I have no idea if this person still is into this fandom or not and I don't want to bother them if they aren't! Unbeta'd because this is just a short request, but feel free to let me know if there are typos.

It got to 800+ words, so most of this will be put under a cut. It gets spicy, so as it goes, minors DNI and leave me Be.

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In truth, Arthur nearly forgot it was his turn to wake up the drowsy emperor. Theo, the bloody devil, pounded on Arthur’s door just before he left for work, nearly scaring him right out of his damned skin- and absolutely ruining the titillating dream he was having.

Arthur didn’t even have time to scold him for disrupting his sleep. Once he opened his door to figure out what in the blazes was going on, Theo was already halfway down the hall, reminding him that he needed to stay up for his turn to wake Napoleon today due to Sebastian being sick. He included a few choice words about not having time to ‘babysit’ Arthur to make sure he did it, but Arthur waved them off and closed the door behind him.

Ol ‘Leon didn’t need to be woken for about two hours, though… So Arthur sat at his desk, sighing to himself as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The lingering sensations from his dream were easy to mimic, now that he was ruminating on it again, and the woman his mind had dreamt up was rather fetching…

Being unable to sleep to pass the time was a disappointment, but one that was quickly forgotten as he relaxed further into his chair, beginning to palm a certain part of himself that was far more eager to be ‘awake’.

With his coffee downed like a champ, Arthur finally made his way to Napoleon’s room. Without giving it much thought, he knocked on the door, waiting for a response that would not come. Rolling his eyes at himself, Arthur turned the knob and peeked into the room.

Sunlight filtered through cracks between the lazily shut curtains. It looked as though the man had stumbled in here without much care. His shoes lay in front of the door, being nudged aside as Arthur now stepped in, and his pants lay at the corner of the floor by his bed. Another quick glance showed his shirt tangled with his covers, and Arthur stifled a laugh at the sight of how sprawled out Napoleon was.

“Right, then…”

First order of business was pulling the curtains open. While they did nothing but make the emperor grumble a little as the light hit his closed eyes, it helped Arthur see more of the contained mess he looked to be- the man nearly had bedhead to rival Isaac’s.

Second order of business was…well… to try and shake this sturdy man awake. He braced himself, remembering the mornings after rough nights that he had to wake up a very annoyed Theo, but… A few shakes to the shoulder and Napoleon didn’t seem to react at all.

He frowned. How did the others usually go about waking him up?

Another few shakes warranting the same response, Arthur leaned over more, steadying both hands on his shoulders and shaking harder.

“Rise and shine, Napo-mph!”

Everything seemed to happen in a flash- Napoleon suddenly sat up straight, nearly shocking Arthur from that alone, but then a steady hand was gripping Arthur’s sleeve and with a hard tug, Arthur was pulled against Napoleon as their lips met.

Arthur had to steady himself quickly, grasping the man’s shoulders as he was forced to straddle his lap in order not to fall, and while he felt like he should be annoyed at the fact, all Arthur’s mind could focus on was the intensity of the kiss he was being given.

…No wonder Isaac had seemed so flustered the day before.

His eyes fluttered shut as Napoleon’s tongue traced along his bottom lip, eyes barely cracked open as he attempted to deepen the kiss. However, when Arthur pulled back after regaining a bit of his senses, Napoleon just followed, moving to plant his lips along Arthur’s throat while the back of his hand tangled in his hair.

“Ah, ‘Leon, come on now,” he half-heartedly protested. The feel of Napoleon’s lips slowly making their way down his neck with lingering kisses was beginning to stir the heat inside Arthur, his arousal from this morning happily trying to come back for a second round, “y-you, ah, need to wake up…!”

A playful nip brought forth a groan, and finally, after Napoleon sleepily groped and pulled Arthur close enough to feel his erection, there was a pregnant pause-

“...Arthur?”

Napoleon’s voice was strained with confusion, and a hint of disappointment as he pulled back to get a full look at him.

“Afraid so. Not the pretty bird you were dreaming of, eh?” Arthur caught his breath, looking down between them before winking at Napoleon, ”that type of morning service will cost you extra, ol’ chap.

Disoriented, Napoleon blinked uncertainly at him before bluntly looking down at his crotch. He let out an annoyed huff, bunching the covers at his waist more to try and conceal his erection.

“Okay, okay, I’m awake, Arthur.”

“I would say you sure are!”

“...You can leave now, Arthur.”

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I had to cut it off there or else I would have kept going and going in an unsexy way.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I don't think I've ever written Napoleon before. Don't kill me over him being ooc, writing is just a hobby of mine haha.

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His

Rating: Explicit Words: 3.1k Pairing: Theo/OC Tags: Cunnilingus, Advisor AU, Church Sex, Light Angst, Creampie, Theo only makes ONE reference to the dog nickname

Preview:

“You’ll just get hurt in the end, princess," he warns, but even to him his tone sounds weak-willed, "it’s only a year or two longer-” "Then…shouldn't we enjoy it? With the little time we have left together?" Theo is unable to fight back, not with her desperate eyes pleading for his agreement. As if to solidify her argument, she turns her face then, holding his hand in place as she presses her bitten-upon lips against his palm, “I at least want to feel you once, Theo. Someone I know and love for my first time, not some stranger. Just… Just one night together, if I can’t have your heart.”

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His princess was gone.

However, Theo wasn't too concerned just yet. He just felt… Off. A night without her head poking into his study after dinner didn't feel right. Not after all these years living in the same manor.

Being her father's advisor after all this time had educated him on her usual haunts, so rather than feel an itching, nagging feeling over the fact she hadn't wished him a good sleep this late into the night, he sought her out. Because, perhaps, one of his teases hit her too harshly. Or, perhaps, she wasn't feeling well. Or…

The list of worries continue as he eliminates one room after the other. She wasn't lost in thought in the library, turning pages over the romance novels she was constantly engrossed in, nor was she sneaking a midnight sweet for the two of them out of the kitchen. No studying was being done, and, of course, she wasn't asleep in her room.

Every place he could give reason to her being inside, he checked, until he was left with the church.

The heavy oak door creaks as he enters, his breath catching at the sight of her: his princess, sat at one of the pews, dazzled in the soft, moonlight pouring through the stained glass windows. She stares up towards the light, mind afloat as she seemingly ponders something he wasn't privy to. Yet.

No reaction came from her as the door closes behind him, nor from his steps tapping closer towards her. The only reaction he receives was once he finally spoke, settling beside her.

"Couldn't sleep?"

She doesn’t jump at his voice, only parts her mouth enough to murmur a no, her real thoughts still adrift.

"You should have told me, I could have taken you out for a walk."

There. She cracks the smallest of smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Theo's worries start to catch up then, his voice lowering as his hand slides over the back of hers. Squeezing gently, and unable to wave the pleased thought away over how she locks her thumb over his, he speaks again.

"What's the matter, princess?"

“...Father’s talking about how, soon, I’ll need to be married off and up until now, that day seemed so far away. It wasn’t until after dinner, where he had mentioned it again, that I realized just how little time I have left before…” She pauses, prying her eyes away from the filtered skylight to look down at their hands, locked together, “I don’t want things to change. Not yet.”

“You still have time left before then. At least another year or so.”

“I’m aware, but… that will be gone in the blink of an eye, Theo,” His princess looks up at him, then, eyes wavering with the worries that has plagued her time and time again, “with a time limit, I feel as though I won’t be able to enjoy life as much.”

The words he wants to say are lodged firmly in his chest, knowing that this wasn’t the moment to bring up how he felt about her being whisked away by a near stranger. So, he edges his tone with a tease, trying to see if he could bring out another playful pout from her, “most princesses are overjoyed to be married, Amélie."

"I'd assume that most hadn't fallen in love before then."

She spoke so matter of factly, that Theo pauses, mind flaring with the possibilities- the implications. Was she enamoured with someone? Was she receiving love letters again, and their honeyed words actually working, this time?

Or was she referring to him, with her eyes still staring deep into his, as if begging for Theo to do something. Just like the night she had first found out she was to be married off, where she had sobbed in his arms, desperate to live out her days as she pleased.

That night, where she admitted how she couldn't envision a life without him…

His throat felt dry at the memory, and her pleading eyes, so he clears it out of impulse.

“I imagine they hadn’t. Have you?”

"Yes... but I'm afraid the one I've fallen for is so stubborn, he'll never realize it."

Theo can’t help himself. Not with the soft sigh she lets out with those words. Their hands let go, only for his to cup her cheek, running his thumb across the growing blush there. As if instinctively, she leaned into his touch, offering a sad smile.

“Amélie…” the warning in his voice is so weak in comparison to all the times he’s scolded her before. Because how could it be? Not with his love’s hand covering his, now. Her expression turning from the anxious, sorrowful worry, to finally letting her posture relax. Because he was here. Just as he always had been.

But… No matter how long Theo had stayed dutifully at her side, she would still be wed to someone else later on. There wasn’t a way for either of them to change that. What was the point in finally acting on his emotions if it would just hurt her in the end?

His hesitation showed, and her frown returns, knowing what rejection was coming. “Would it truly be such a sin, Theo? I…I’m so tired of pretending. I’m so, so, tired of longing for you- of not being able to wake up next to you-”

His heart sung at the admission, but he knew better than to follow his impulses- their impulses, because of the pain they would both suffer through if they even entertained the thought for too long.

“You’ll just get hurt in the end, princess," he warns, but even to him his tone sounds weak-willed, "it’s only a year or two longer-”

"Then…shouldn't we enjoy it? With the little time we have left together?"

Theo is unable to fight back, not with her desperate eyes pleading for his agreement. As if to solidify her argument, she turns her face then, holding his hand in place as she presses her bitten-upon lips against his palm, “I at least want to feel you once, Theo. Someone I know and love for my first time, not some stranger. Just… Just one night together, if I can’t have your heart.”

Her pleading, combined with her soft lips against his palm once more and just how long he's harbored these emotions for her, makes Theo’s resistance snap. In an instant, he’s gripped the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, making her meet his lips as he presses them forcefully against hers. His rough lips against her soft, pliant ones- feeling just as he's imagined, further melts away his common sense. Theo refuses to give her a moment to break away, to speak, until he’s caught her lips twice- three times, before growling, “‘if you can’t have my heart’? Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Amélie?”

She's still reeling from the sudden, biting kisses he's pushed onto her. With a shaky breath, she mutters before grasping the lapels of his vest, “show me.”

The breaths that came from her were pensive, her grip tight as he pulled her to the altar. Here, the moonlight spills onto her the whole of her: mixtures of blues and greens from the stained glass decorating her skin and clothing in new patterns, and all it does is fill Theo with a desperate need to etch this scene into his memory.

The small of her back is pressed against the pedestal, his heavy hands tugging and pulling at her dress. He's helped her cinch so many, but never laid claim to the fabrics like this- he's rough without meaning to be as he tugs it off of her body, her breasts bouncing as her bra haphazardly lifts with the dress.

Theo soaks in the view of her, gasping prettily with her arousal obvious, her ponytail disheveled, her long, silvery, hair cascading over her shoulders. Amélie's elbows are propped on the ledge of the pedestal, and she looks up at him now, confused at his pause, before he decidedly drops to his knees in front of her.

If his princess, his love, was willing to display herself for him, she should be rewarded, no?

Theo hooks his fingers on the band of her underwear, slowly pulling them down to savour this moment. Savour the soft pants of excitement over his touch that leaked from her, the buzzing of selfish sin on his skin as he fully intended on making her his in this very spot. Savouring the moment that, one day in the future, she would stand here again, reciting vows to a stranger while remembering the way he lapped her juices, then filled her up to the brim.

The moment her underwear reaches her calves, Amélie steps out of it, shivering when his palms ran up her thighs. Each kiss he rains upon her sensitive skin slows as his lips inches closer and closer to her mound, the scent of her arousal making his nostrils flare.

Gently, he spreads her lower folds apart with his index and middle finger, noting just how wet she had gotten by now. Thousands of teases are at the tip of his tongue, but instead, he lets the tip circle her sensitive bud, enjoying the stifled gasp that comes from her. Amélie's palm reaches out, and she almost grasps for his hair, before catching herself and gripping the pedestal once more. He grins to himself, then begins to lap at her sweet juices.

Immediately, her knees try to clutch together. Theo, hungering for just the mere taste of her, keeps her spread open just for him. His heavy hands hold against her thighs, digging his fingers in just enough to make her shiver. In no time, his princess' back arches as her pleasure saps more of her reason, her unfiltered thoughts coming out breathless.

"T-Theo, I'm going- I haven't done this before, I-I'm so-"

The words crack before she can finish them. Deep down, Theo knows that whoever she marries would never care so intensely for her. Some stranger's false ideas of love couldn't compare to his yearning for the years he had known her- so he suckles onto her clit, cock throbbing from hearing her cry out his name, her fingers disregarding any previous worry and threading through his locks.

But it wasn't enough.

Theo let one palm slip from her thigh, lavishing her bud as his thick fingers teased her entrance.

"Theo, please- I just want you inside of me!"

Her whine sounds heaven-sent when he pulls away. Her clit is swollen with the affection he's given, and it's obvious that with a few more teases, she'll melt in his mouth.

"You will have me, but you'll have to wait until I take you as I've wanted, princess."

The whimper she gives says so much. That she's used to his selfishness, that Amélie has dealt with his horrid personality for years, and that she very rarely gets her way when his mind is set.

That she still loves him so much despite it.

Theo's fingers pump steadily again, and he's mesmerized by the rhythmic squeezes of her inner walls. With each one, he imagines those sensations clamped around his cock, begging to milk him dry. And his stare seems to spur on her impatience, as she wiggles her hips, trying to make him hurry.

She gives one last whine before Theo ducks his head between her thighs again. His hand alone was covered in her juices, and tasting her on his tongue again was enough to make him suckle her swollen bud again. Just as before, she cried out loudly, and if Theo gave a damn, he'd be worried about others finding them like this.

Instead, he fingers her faster, drawing out any desperate chant of his name that he could. Let her praise his name in this damned church. Let her finally voice just exactly who she belonged to.

It didn't take long for her to quiver, knees trying to buckle as the force of her climax took the wind out of her lungs. Her lack of experience or the fact that they were exposed in such a place must have heightened the waves of pleasure for her, he was sure.

Yet she wastes no time in tiredly tugging, demanding more.

"Take me."

Her nails dug into the finish of the wood, the sound of his zipper loud amongst the quiet of their panting, of the air in the church. His grip on her hips is careful, but tight as he makes her lean more against the pedestal as he positions her. The curve of her ass seems taunting as his cock aches, and he grasps one cheek to squeeze, making her groan impatiently.

Her tender breasts are squished against the wood, nipples hidden away from his sight, and despite the tasteful view in front of him, Theo inwardly bemoans how little time he spent massaging them. Greedy thoughts about making this a habit seep into him- stealing her away in nooks and crevices of this castle for a lustful reprieve and following on his desires that he kept hidden for so, so, long… The risk of being caught fucking her as she deserved makes his cock ache, and he uses his foot to nudge her ankles to widen her stance.

He could always dream up fantasies later. Right now, her pussy was dripping for him, and he watches her clench in anticipation, those juices shining over her lovely folds.

Just pressing his tip against her entrance makes the both of them quiver. Amélie pushes back, trying to force his cock into her, but Theo grips her hips tightly to hold her in place.

"Have you forgotten how to behave?"

And his hiss makes her drop her head, genuine frustration leaking out.

"I've been yearning for this, for you, for so long, Theo-" Misty eyes look back at him as she peeks over her shoulder, imploring him, "fill me. Fuck me until I can't walk- just have me!"

Theo spits out a curse, pushing the tip of his cock against her yet again. But this time, he presses further, and further, until she's quivering from getting what she's longed for after all this time.

His thick length slowly slides inside of her, each inch spreading her open for him. Amélie can't seem to talk, her moans turning into breathless murmurs of his name as both their fantasies start to become a reality.

She feels so tight around him. Already, her warm walls squeeze his dick as she adjusts to his size, wriggling her hips when he stops to take in the sight of her hole stretching to accommodate him. One of her hands reaches back to paw at his thigh, and he doesn't need to look at her to know what pout is resting on her lips.

"Theo… I can take it, please…"

With both hands on her hips, he tugs her back, sinking the rest of his cock into her in one solid thrust. Her voice cracks, a desperate sigh of relief slipping out.

"Finally… Gods, you're huge, Theo."

His teeth on the shell of her ear makes her jump, her back flush against his chest, before she nearly purrs at the shiver of pleasure it brings.

"Tell me if this hurts."

She offers no argument, bracing herself as he slowly pulls his length out- just until the head of his cock is the only part being squeezed by her inner walls. Theo's thrust sinks into her with the snap of his hips, and Amélie can't even pretend to hold back her moans as he sets a rough, demanding pace.

She deserved a loving, exploratory, long night together with whom she loved. One where they could test out what made her toes curl the best, and sapped the air out of her lungs the quickest.

But Theo couldn't give her soft. He couldn't risk the chance of them being found out, so he gives her what he can; every ounce of passion he held for her through these years.

The pedestal creaks in sync with his pace, his pounding causing Amélie to lose whatever remaining reason she has left; but that doesn't stop her from pushing her ass back in time with his thrusts. Every time he pulls back, her inner walls clench his cock as if in a plea to keep going, to give her every drop of his seed he could manage- and how could he argue with that?

The only words out of her mouth are babbles of his names and begging for him to continue, vocalizing everything her body was craving- to fill her to the brim, to make her remember every inch and vein of his cock for the rest of her life.

When he presses his chest to her back once more, it isn't to tease her ear again. This time he snakes his arm around her, sliding his palm down her stomach. Pressing her lower abdomen makes them both groan, but after a few indulging thrusts like that, he continues to slide his hand down further. Until the tip of his middle finger lightly strokes her clit, and a gasp comes out of her.

"The-oh!"

Without hesitation, Theo's fingers rub and tease her swollen, aching bud with no mercy. At once, she stiffens, a squeal erupting as her legs begin to quiver. Theo has to make sure stays standing, with one hand grasping her hip and keeping her in place. Breathless, he teases one more time, "I thought you wanted me, princess? Stay up for me, now."

Her cries become nearly incoherent babbles in response, spouting his name repeatedly between dizzying exclaims of just how good it feels to have him inside of her.

It doesn't take long for her body to stiffen- shaking as her walls clench down on his cock impossibly tight. She sobs as he continues to thrust into her, chasing his rapidly forming release through her overstimulation. But she takes him like a good girl, his good girl, forcing her legs to hold their own as he finally spills all he's worth inside of her.

Tears are streaked down her cheeks, and her face now rests against the flat top of the pedestal she's been clinging onto. Every gasping breath she takes seems to make her body relax more, and Theo holds her hips again as he gingerly pulls out.

Even though he finished deep within her, his cum dribbles out of her cunt, dripping into the crimson rug of the church.

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Phew! @loptyrs and I really enjoyed the Advisor AU, and sometimes we talk about our OC's getting absolutely stuffed by some of the suitors with this AU, and thus this fic came to be. If you enjoyed it, you should certainly thank Sage for nudging me to actually write this one out.

This was supposed to originally come out for xxsycamore's and queengiuliettafirstlady's AU week challenge, but I wound up with two jobs and got too busy to finish this during then! I do encourage you to look at the masterlist for it, though, as everyone who could join did some great work!

I'm happy to finally post this. I know reading an OC in the place of MC is a drag, but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless.

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