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randonauticrap · 2 months

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Silent Letters to My Beloved

Pairing ~ Rio Ortiz x GN Reader

Word Count ~ 1.5k

Author's Note ~ This fic is my gift for the lovely @eli-chika in @ikemenlibrary's "My Ikemen Valentine" Gift Exchange! I truly loved being able to write this fic for you. It's been awhile since I've written for Ikemen, and even longer since I've written for Rio, but I hope I did him justice for you and I hope you enjoy! <3

(Ps. I also totally made up the dates because I have zero clue when ikepri is meant to take place lol)

Darling Love, 11-08-32

My sweetest dear one,

My heart,

When you rescued me, my world stood still. Who I was before the moment your hands touched mine was of no consequence anymore. I was yours, heart, body, and soul. Through the years, you taught me how to open up again; how to learn and take in the beauty of the world again. I learned how to love from you. The man who feared losing everything came to realize that he had never even known of "everything" until he knew you.

I don't know why I'm confessing here, in this letter you will never read. I must seem quite foolish to you. Here you are, a bright and shining light, surrounded by those who shine almost as brightly as you do. The princes of Rhodolite are noble and kind - well, most of them - and you even outshine them at the center of it all. I can't even hope to hold a candle's worth of light to the beauty you radiate. Perhaps my purpose in this life is to stand behind you, just out of sight, and make sure you never suffer a single inconvenience. Honestly, it doesn't sound like too terrible of a fate: getting to stand close to you wherever you are, basking in the loveliness that is you.

Sometimes I just wish…

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My sweet, 11-17-32

I see the way they admire you, the curiosity and interest in their eyes. It shouldn't bother me. I should be able to keep myself contained as your butler and your… friend. But the way you smile back at them is enough to cast a shadow on even my brightest of days, and will tie my heart in uncomfortable, messy knots without any effort. I am not a man worthy of your affection, I know this. However, I can’t seem to force these feelings away. I saw Prince Leon taking your hand today, and leading you to the training grounds. He looked so happy to have your hand in his; I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t find otherworldly joy in it, so at least he responded appropriately. The pleased blush that spread across your face when his hand closed around yours pained me with the heartbreaking guilt of a man who loves you, but also desperately wants you to be happy - whether he is the one to make you so or not.

This jealousy is proof I can never deserve you. You are better off with a man like Prince Leon at your side. I will stand behind you to make sure you stay smiling throughout your journey. I swear it, to you and to myself, I will only cry where you cannot see it. You will never know my heartbreak. You deserve better than that.

~ Rio

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My friend, 12-10-32

You look so beautiful in the red outfit Prince Leon gifted you. It falls so beautifully around your frame and compliments you well. You will look so regal by his side that no one will question your place there! I know you worry; I see it in your eyes and the way a near-permanent crease sits between your lovely eyes, but you don’t need to. Just carry yourself the way you do in town, and in the bookstore. You’re so confident and sure of yourself there; at home. I miss when you seemed at home, when you were comfortable… when we were-

“Rio!”

The call from the door, along with hurried knocks had him jumping from his seat like he’d been stung and running to open it for them. “MC!” he yelped, his journal so visible and open on the table behind him filling him with so much momentary panic that he didn’t realize they were crying at first. But at the first sniffle, his attention snapped to their face where tears were falling in crystal tandem onto their lovely clothes. “MC, what’s wrong? Come in, sit down, I’ll get you a cloth! Was it Prince Leon? I don’t care if he’s a prince of Rhodolite or not, I’ll have his head if he hurt you-!”

“Rio!” they cried louder and he silenced, looking helplessly at them. They sniffled again. His heart clenched at the sound - the worst sound in the world, he thought, the sound of their pain. “I embarrassed myself.” sniff “The whole ballroom turned to judge me. They’re still talking about me, I’m certain.” sniff “I can’t show my face in that room again!”

“No matter what happened, if they judged you, they’re the ones who should be ashamed!” Rio flamed, his hands coming up to frame their shaking shoulders. “Where is prince Leon? Did he not follow you?” he asked, despite himself.

“I don’t want prince Leon.” they huffed. “He’s nice, and sweet, but-” sniff “He isn’t you, and I want you.” Rio’s heart stuttered into a wild rhythm at the possible implication of their words, but he shoved his hope to the pit of his stomach where it belonged; this wasn’t about him, it was about them. And he would be anything they needed him to be. So he put on his best face and nodded, pulling them into his embrace where they easily fell and curled around him. ‘It feels like coming home.’ he thought as he backed them both up enough to gently shut the door behind them and wrap his arm back around them, his hand finding their soft locks and stroking them tenderly. They wetted the shoulder of his undershirt with their tears, but he didn’t care. What was a shirt in comparison to them? The shirt was made better by having touched them, if anything.

“Want to sit down?” he whispered into their hair and they nodded after several seconds more of sniffling, so he maneuvered them towards the short couch next to the fireplace in his room and made to ease them down into the seat gently, but they tugged on his arm, pulling him down with them. He let out a gasp of surprise as they settled sideways on to the couch and pulled him over top of them.

“Please, Rio. Just- just hold me.” they whispered into his neck as he lowered himself gingerly down on top of them, hovering just above them to keep from possibly hurting them. However, they wrapped their arms firmly around his back and drew him close, rendering his efforts futile as he was forced to relax against them. He felt them sigh and relax into him, their nails beginning to scratch up and down his back, sending electric shivers through his entire body.

“Are you sure I’m not going to hurt you?! I’d never forgive myself if-”

“Rio, it’s fine.” they murmured, stopping him short. Their voice was subdued now, a comfortable haze enveloping them in warmth, and Rio let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, letting himself nuzzle into their neck. “I love having you close.” they whispered softly. “You feel like home.”

His breath caught again, this time full of the words he was too much of a coward to say, so he propped up on his elbow instead to look down at them, hoping the love in his eyes was enough to get the message across. Something must have reached them, thankfully, because they met his eyes with the same ardor echoed back to him and he swore his heart stopped beating. “You do too.” he finally croaked out, shocked that any words could form on his lips at all. They brought their hand up to his cheek, letting their fingers brush against his soft skin, the tiny blond hairs there tickling their fingertips as they followed the path of his cheekbone back to his ear and then to his fine blond locks. Their eyes followed the path of their fingers until they were out of sight, lost in his hair, then traveled back to lock with his.

“Rio,” they muttered breathlessly.

“Y-yes?” he said, hardly trusting his own voice to work the way it should.

“Kiss me.”

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My Dearest Fiance, 5-25-33

You grow more exquisite as each day passes, and I can’t believe I get to be the man to stand by your side. My proposal was so swift after we became lovers, I worried you wouldn’t say yes. But I couldn’t bear to wait any longer, and my heart is far too full knowing you feel the same! I know you enjoyed your time at the palace, but I’m so glad we’re back at the bookstore, home. Although, I know for certain that wherever you go would be home enough for me. If one day you decide to travel across the sea, I’ll be there beside you, ready to take on the world as your husband. With you, my love, I can take on anything. Thank you for loving me, I will never believe I deserve it, no matter the number of times you tell me. And I cannot wait to fill this journal with our adventures together. No more heartbreak, only love. Forever love.

~ Your loving fiance, Rio

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maries-gallery · 9 months

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Bonjour mon ami! I absolutely adore your writing and think you have impeccable taste in suitors. I was hoping you could write some headcanons about the suitor's favorite places to kiss you. Could you write this for Chevalier, Clavis and Rio, please? A million thanks in advance!

GOSH I LOVE THIS! Of course anon <3

CHEVALIER:

Hands

Chevalier has always been partial to your hands, whether it’s about holding them or kissing the top. He loves how soft they are in his rough ones, hands unblemished by bloodshed against hands turned crimson. And he loves how small they fit in his own, such small hands for such a strong woman.

But more than anything he loves the fact you let him hold them. The idea that you trust him enough to let him hold any part of you melts the ice and spreads warmth in his chest.

Indeed when he looks down at your hand in his, he sees more than a simple gesture. He sees the fact you accept him for who he is, bloodshed and all. In spite of all the gruesome accusations directed at him. In spite of all the hot glares and quivering glances thrown his way.

A symbol of the trust you have in him, a symbol of his very own humanity.

And a symbol of your stubbornness, a reassurance that you are not leaving. That no matter what, you stand your ground by his side, your hand tightly clasped in his.

Thus, there is just something in hand kisses, something that speaks of his love and devotion for you. What you show him by holding his hand he shows you by kissing the top of it.

This gesture is even more important in his heart as the first time he kissed your hand was the first time he kneeled before someone. And that someone was you.

For Chevalier does not get on his knees. Not for anyone.

Except for you.

Sensibility and vulnerability bleeding through his lips onto your hand as clear blue eyes bore into yours. He raises your hand to his lips, the fabric of his glove like silk against your skin. And he presses the lightest of kisses to the top of your hand, lips barely gracing your skin. A silent pledge of his devotion, of his trust.

Ever since then he has made it a common occurrence for him to kiss your hand. To remind you that his heart has no other master but you. And his heart swells in his chest, full of tender affection, as every time, your joy spills from your eyes and into your smile.

For him, this is another way to say “I am yours.”

Nape

There are many things Chevalier loves about your nape. The gentle slope of it that goes down to your shoulders and up your jaw, how soft the skin and how it always smells of your perfume, the perfect spot to rub his nose against and bathe in your scent.

But the one thing he adores about it is how sensitive it is, how you gasp when he wraps his arms around you from behind and lightly bites on the flesh before easing the stinging pain with his tongue and a kiss. Only to continue nibbling at your skin until it blooms purple and red with the mark of his love.

“Don’t move. I am not done yet.” He says against your skin, pulling you in closer in his embrace.

“But what if someone sees it-”

“Let them.”

A reminder to you and others that you are his. And a sign for potential enemies not to mess with you if they don’t want to know an early death.

CLAVIS:

Nose

Clavis melts in the face of anything cute, and to him you are the cutest thing to have ever breathed his way. A delight. The quintessence of adorable.

Every inch of you, every detail yet something else for him to crumble at and fawn over. Not that he’d do this openly of course, he much prefers to tease you and get the cutest reactions out of you.

What always has him squealing internally though is your nose, the most perfect little nose he can think of. And Clavis never thought he would one day think of noses as a beacon of beauty, but yours makes him crazy.

He just wants to kiss it, the most innocent proof of his love and a good way to tease you as well. He knows you’d prefer for him to kiss your lips, he knows you ache and thirst for his lips on yours when he lifts your chin with his fingers and look in your eyes.

He does too. But he won’t cave in until he has dropped a playful kiss to your nose and gotten a pout out of you.

“You’re not fair.” You glower up at him, and he swears his heart just gave out in his chest as you scrunch up your nose.

““My apologies, darling, I just never seem to get enough of that adorably little nose of yours.” He says, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. “Better?”

Legs

Clavis has never been shy about being a leg man and professes his love for your legs all too often in all the ways known to man.

Caressing your soft skin with the tip of his fingers, massaging your calves and thighs after a long day or a ball and a fair amount of dancing… But his favourite way to show his love to this part of you is and will always be kissing them.

Especially in the morning, as you dress up for the day, the perfect excuse for Clavis to worship your legs as he kneels before you and takes your foot in his hand to place it on his lap, helping you slide on your shoes.

His lips fall to your ankle in a reverent kiss, slowly trailing up your calf and up your thigh. A sound between and a moan and a gasp falling from your lips as shivers prickle at your spine.

“There you go, darling. All ready for the day!” He beams, a mischievous glint in those golden eyes.

And he loves the disappointment on your features as he stands up and kisses your nose, knowing full well where your mind had wandered off to. All because your fiance loves to toe the borders between decency and scandal.

“What is it, bunny? Were you expecting something else from me?” He teases, and right now you want to punch him and kiss him all the same.

RIO:

Lips

Rio has had his eyes on your lips for so long.

Admiring your smiles and wishing he could have a taste of what happiness felt like on your lips, on your tongue. He thought it might taste like the world, like his world.

And he had been dreaming of kissing you for so long, had imagined how kissing you would feel a thousand times if not more. How soft, how smooth, how sweet… How right.

Yet nothing ever compared to the real thing, nothing ever compared to the real you and the real euphoria of his heart bursting in his chest every time you kissed.

Each kiss a reminder that his once fantasy had become his reality. That he finally made it out of dreamland and into your arms.

His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer and closer, flush against him, desirous for the two of you to melt into one. For you to swallow him whole and cradle him in the universe of your arms. He aches to discover every inch of you, to climb under your skin and map all the details in your body.

A hand flies to your cheek, cupping it gently, contrasting with the desperation in his kiss. A man starved for the love he has desired for too many years. A man starved for your heart and your soul.

And a man eager to rediscover the taste of your kisses all over again every time, knowing that each time feels like the first.

“I never tire of this… I never tire of you. Please let me kiss you again.”

And again, and again, and again. Until his lips turn blue and he can’t breathe anymore. Until his lungs burn for air and his head spins from euphoria.

Shoulder

Of course Rio worships all of you, every inch. There is not an inch of you he doesn’t ache to discover with his lips. But god does he love your shoulders and back, does it make him weak when you wear sleeveless and backless dresses.

He loves the soft skin there, the gentle slope of your shoulders and spine. And he loves how sensitive to his kisses these special parts of you are. He loves how you lean back in his embrace as his hands rest on your hips, how you stifle a moan and a shiver runs up your spine as his nose tickles your shoulder blades before his lips meet the skin of your bare shoulder.

“God, you make me crazy…” He says, blood rushing to his cheeks as his arms tighten around your waist, “You’re too gorgeous. Too pretty… And to think I have you all to myself.”

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wizardess-sweetheart · 11 months

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Lol. Jin and Leon are really shipping it. 😂🥰🧡

Ngl, I'm starting to fall for Mr. Attendant. 😳🧡

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thegeekcloud · 1 year

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Ikepri Instagram Stories

Part 12: Rio Ortiz

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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To Catch A Bunny Rabbit: Silvio vs. Rio

Silvio's golden carriage lmao

I bet people who looked at Silvio's carriage be like

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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What if we... pulled in rio for a sudden fierce kiss 💋💋💋 !!!!

[💋] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜。。。

RIO:

"The day is coming to an end... what do you want before bed? A foot rub? A hot cup of chamomile tea to help you relax? Should I also bring a—"

Before Rio can enlist even more acts of service - some of which too tempting to miss out on, you admit - you take the matters in your own hands, the matters being, his face. His speech halts even before the velvety touch of your lips can meet his, excellent as his reflexes are, as ever. There is genuine surprise though, despite his fast obedience you're met with - you taste it in on the tip of his tongue, tardy at following after yours in the heated exchange. It's good. That's exactly how you wanted him to taste.

"What you wanted from me... was a kiss?"

The way his clear blue eyes can darken with desire so quickly is always a sight that leaves you breathless, regardless if the air was kissed out of you freshly or not.

"You should've said so! Even if I enjoy it a whole lot if you'd push me down and take what you want yourself, i'd love to please you at a single word falling from those beautiful lips of yours. Now, how do you want our next kiss to be? Should I kiss you long and fierce, or should it be gentle and fleeting, trying my best to resist you? I can do anything you want from me...!~"

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roseadleyn · 1 year

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“ i'm your butler! i'll make sure you're always happy! ”

#꒰ ⚘︎ ꒱ — everlasting.#HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BABY #even though you give off yan vibes sometimes!#happy birthday angel #sorry i'm late #— on queue.#ikemen prince #rio ortiz #ikemen prince rio ortiz

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neerons · 2 days

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Nokto Klein’s "cherry flavored" ✨ glitter ✨

I kept imagining Nokto with this audio and had to do this 🤣

Poor Emma has had enough of his shit

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candied-boys · 2 months

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My poor bb

I can't handle the routes where they do this to him 😭😭😭

Every suitor except Rio: ...☠️

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randonauticrap · 6 months

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Sensual Impact (Rio Ortiz x Reader)

Happy Gift Witch Day, @maries-gallery !! I hope you like this little Rio ficlet. <3

Prompt: Steaming mugs

Suitor: Rio Ortiz

Warnings: None, just some sensual autumn fluffiness!

“Ouch!” you exclaimed, setting the mug down quickly.

“What happened?! Are you okay?” Rio hurried over, and before you could even answer, wrapped his warm fingers around your wrist and started inspecting your reddened palm.

“I’m fine, Rio, thanks. The mug was just a little too hot.” you smiled up at him, refusing to acknowledge how good his rough hands felt, tracing all the lines of your softer ones, or how his gentle nature had your heart picking up its pace by double beats, or how the care in his eyes took your breath away.

“Oh no, that’s my fault.” he pouted, looking forlornly down at your hand. “I should have put something around it first. I hope you can forgive me?” His bright blue eyes met yours. How could you possibly hold any kind of grudge against that face?!

“Of course, I forgive you, Rio. You had nothing to be sorry for in the first place.” you smiled back at him and placed your free hand over his, squeezing it gently.

“Here,” he said softly, moving to grab the mug. “I’ve got gloves on, so it won’t hurt me.” He lifted the mug to your lips, his movements fluid and sure, and when the rim of the cup touched your bottom lip, you wordlessly opened your mouth, just enough to allow Rio to tip it back so you could drink. Normally, you would have refused, too embarrassed to even meet his eye, but something in the air crackled with sensual suggestion, and you couldn’t find it in you to deny him tonight.

“There,” he said, his voice coming out slightly hoarse. Reverently, he lifted a gloved finger to your mouth to gently wipe away a drop of your drink that had escaped, his intense gaze never leaving your plush lips. “That’s better.”

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maries-gallery · 7 months

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Day ?of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

PART 1 (because this is part 2 of "To love and protect")

PROMPT: Vanilla sex, creampie, first time

genre: fluff, nsfw, mdni

warnings: vanilla sex, first time, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, praise kink, hints of size kink, dacryphilia, reassurance kink, missionary, spoon sex, creampie, female bodied and gendered reader

wordcount: 4k

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Silence reigns in the halls of Rhodolite’s castle, the moon whispers through the floor length windows to shower the corridor in its silver glow. No trace of the ball remains within the castle’s walls, nothing but the lingering bittersweet aroma of wine on your tongue and the tight knot at the back of your throat.

You tighten your hold on the shawl draped over your shoulders, shielding your bare skin from the biting cold that slivers down the corridor as you come to a stop in front of Rio’s bedroom door.

Apprehension hammers in your chest. A quiet sigh falls from your lips as your hand hovers over the wooden door, heart caught between the aching desire to knock and the desperate urge to run away.

For a moment you ponder over the reason that brought you here in the first place, that brought you to seek your friend’s presence in the dead of night. It was a bad idea really. Anyone would be sleeping by now and you hated the idea of waking him up and disturbing his peaceful slumber.

Your friend. You hate this word, hate the sound of it and hate the bittersweet taste it leaves on your tongue, hate how it drips from your lips like a sickeningly sweet syrup used to sugarcoat the truth of your feelings.

Warmth tugs at your centre at the prospect of seeing him, at the thought of hearing his voice and talking to him. At the prospect of being near him.

A part of you wants to think the reason you’re in front of his door is because

you still hadn’t thanked him for his help earlier at the ball. Easier to stomach than the truth, the truth of how your gaze had lingered on his lips a moment too long when he had accompanied you back to your room after the party. The truth of how you had ached to pull him in by his collar and have a taste of him.

Maybe your heart had finally gotten the better of you, carrying you to his bedroom door before you could find it in yourself to fight back. Maybe it was time you stopped lying to yourself.

A part of you wonders if Rio had heard your conversation with Leon, a flicker of hope flying to life at the thought of your secret having been revealed. At the thought of finally being freed from the burden of your own feelings, of the silent gag you’d placed upon yourself to conceal the truth.

You love him. A realisation both comforting and terrifying in its implications. Remain silent and keep what the two of you have, or jump in and hope you’ll fly, caught by his securing arms. Anchor him to your side in spite of a past he has yet to rekindle with, or decide to grant him the freedom of blissful ignorance.

This was selfish of you. Really. For even if Rio returned your feelings, he still had issues of his own to solve. And you never want to be a barrier between him and the truth.

Yes, coming here was a very bad idea.

But before you can make up your mind and step away, your heart jolts in your chest as the door cracks open to reveal Rio’s sunshine features, blue eyes widening at the sight of you on his doorstep so late at night.

“Rio!” You exclaim, taking a step back in a poor attempt to gain some sense of composure, “I-I’m sorry I-”

You hate yourself for the lack of explanation that crosses your mind. Heart tightening painfully in your chest as a veil of worry falls over his clear gaze, features alive with vivid concern as he takes in your form.

“Are you okay?” He asks, taking a step forward, and only then do you realize how inappropriate it was for you to come to his room at such a late hour. Heat rushes to your cheeks as your eyes take in the smooth skin of his chest, tight muscles flexing under the skin as he reaches an arm out for you.

You knew Rio to be fit, but seeing it for yourself was something else entirely and there was no way this sight would leave your mind any time soon.

“Yes-Yes, I’m okay! Sorry I just…” You pause, a sigh falling from your lips as you avert your gaze to the side, unable to face him, “I just couldn’t sleep and before I could think about it I was in front of your door.”

The voice in your head scolds you for being so honest and for your lack of a better excuse. It’s not like you could have lied to him though, the mere idea has guilt clawing at your heart.

“I couldn’t sleep either. I’m glad you came, I don’t like the thought of you lying wide awake and alone late at night” His features soften into a gentle smile. “What about I make us so tea? Then we can talk about whatever you want!”

Maybe you shouldn't accept. Maybe you should go back to your room and try to find sleep in the lonely sheets of your bed. Either way you find yourself nodding at his offer and following him inside his room.

As you step inside, warmth envelops you in a comforting embrace, the gentle scent of vanilla and musk filling your senses. Rio’s smell.

Your eyes travel around the room, minimalist and well organised, except for the towering papers on his desk. You look at him, a relaxed smile on his features as he busies himself with preparing some tea and a plate with biscuits.

Your heart races in your chest, desperate to break the heavy silence. And you wonder if you’re the only one finding the lack of exchange unbearable.

“Rio?” Your voice breaks through the silence and he turns to you, tilting his head to the side, waiting for your following words. A sigh falls from your lips, the tension melting from your shoulders, “Thank you for tonight. About Lord Sinclair… You’re always watching out for me.”

That’s a start. You hope this will get the ball rolling and give you enough time to collect your thoughts and put them into order.

“It’s normal for a prince to want to protect his princess, isn’t it?” He answers with a charming smile and a wink that has your heart faltering in your chest. Of course that is what he’d answer. If only you weren’t tempted to take him so seriously.

If only you weren’t tempted to lean into the idea that maybe the two of you can be something more than friends.

“Speaking of the ball.” His voice cuts through your thoughts and you look up to meet his gaze, “What were you and Prince Leon talking about on the balcony?” He continues, and you swear you caught the shadow of something dark in his gaze, or maybe just a trick of the light.

There’s no way he could be jealous of Prince Leon, right?

“You seemed distressed when I joined the two of you.” Rio says, features infused with concern, “He didn’t make you uncomfortable, did he? Because if he did, Prince or not I will-”

“No! He didn’t.” You interrupt, and for a moment you ponder over what to say, battling with your thoughts and all the obvious reasons you should lie to him. But you can’t, and your heart shoots straight as an arrow, pushing words out of your lips before you can catch them and swallow them back. “We were… We were talking about you.”

Maybe it is fate that brought this conversation onto the table, a sign it is time for you to confront the truth. You hope it is, because if not that would just make you wildly delusional and nothing short of selfish.

Rio’s features remain warm and comforting, a grin lifting the corners of his lips.

“You were just talking about all the things you love and adore about me and how you couldn’t wait for me to come back, is that it?” He says, and you don’t know if he is joking or not anymore, if he’s teasing you or if a part of him truly hopes for it to be true. “You’re too cute!”

He beams, and you stand confused.

Your words die in your throat as you helplessly stare at him, mouth agape waiting for any sound to come out. Stunned into silence, because how were you supposed to answer this? With a yes? Telling him the truth. With a no? Thus forever saying goodbye to your only chance of being honest with him.

You can’t look at him, can’t hold his gaze as shame crawls up your neck and forces your head down. Your heart falls to your stomach as he steps over to you, gentle fingers slipping under your chin and leading you to meet his eyes.

“You can tell me everything, you know?” He says, “That’s what friends are for, right?”

You want to cower, to disappear, for the floor to part at your feet and swallow you whole. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest, eager to spill the truth and take this as an opportunity to take a new turn in your relationship.

“Please…” He whispers, coaxing the answer out of you. And that’s your last call. Because you’d better know the truth than overthink about what other things you could have said about him.

You meet his eyes, worry lingers there in pools of vibrant blue, his lips drawn in a line as he observes you. And warmth spreads in your chest as he places a tender palm on your cheek, thumb stroking your skin.

A gesture that feels so intimate and so special. A gesture you hope has nothing to do with him seeing you as a friend, and more with him returning your feelings.

You swallow thickly.

“What if…” You say, “What if I don’t want to be friends anymore?”

He falters, heart caught between the fear of you discarding him and the burning hope of you fulfilling his deepest desires. Still, he remains quiet, giving you time to formulate your thoughts.

“What if I want… more? And by more I mean-”

“Stop!” He says, alarm flashing in his gaze, “Please, let me do this. Please, I've been waiting for this for so long, let me do this. I want you to be the one to say yes to me, not the other way around.”

“What? But say what?” You question, lost between relief and lingering doubt.

“Okay, can you please tell me that this is not a dream, first?” He says, eyes wild with a whirlwind of emotions and mind blurry with thoughts of all the times he’d wished to hear these words from you. Hope springs in his heart and blooms in his chest at the thought that maybe time has finally come.

That maybe his patience had finally been rewarded.

A nervous chuckle falls from your lips, “It’s not a dream, but why-”

“If you felt want and longing the way I did; the way I still do; I promise you’d be driven mad.” He says, taking your hands in his, “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. Of how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

“But- I always thought you flirting with me was a joke. I mean you were so-”

“Obvious about it? That’s because I didn’t have anything to hide. Because I wanted you to know that I love you.” He says, taking a step closer towards you, his lips so close yet achingly far. “But apparently I wasn’t clear enough.”

He leans in, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin.

“So let me show you instead.” He whispers in a breath, his words crashing on the shore of your lips as your previous tension melts in fireworks of happiness in your chest.

His lips move along yours, sweet and soft and addictive, intoxicating, willing you to ache for more as your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer. And before you know it you’re drowning, forgetting yourself to the warmth that pools at your core as his tongue slides over the seam of your lips, asking for entrance.

A faint moan comes from his throat as you press yourself against him, aching for the two of you to melt into one. Just as you part he wraps an arm around you, blue eyes bright with burning desire.

“If we continue like this I don’t know if I’ll be able to-”

“Please don’t.” You say, “Please don’t stop. I want this too. I-I want you to make me yours.”

Rio’s heart bursts in his chest, he could die now and he would be the happiest man on Earth having heard these words from you. Words he’d wanted to hear for so long, had imagined you saying over and over again. Not only in the sexual sense of the term but in every way possible.

Because Rio wanted you in all the ways someone could want another person. He wanted you happy, wanted you sad, wanted you angry, wanted you in all your raw passions and all the way you existed. He wanted you by his side, against him and right now he aches to melt into you.

He places a warm hand on your cheek, locking eyes with you, “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this if you’re not-”

“I am sure.” You interrupt, placing your hand over his on your cheek. “I want you, Rio. I want you so much it aches, so please, please do something about it.”

A gentle smile rises to his lips, eyes betraying the overwhelming excitement that swells in his chest.

He knew you had never been in love. Knew you had never been in a relationship before. And of course he wouldn’t have cared if you had already been either of these things. But to know he’d be the first man to see you like this, to love you like this… Made this so much more important.

Because he intends on being your first, and your last.

“I will take care of you. Just trust me and let me do the work.” He says, “I’ll make you feel good. And if at any point something is not okay with you, tell me.”

He guides you over to the bed, gently laying you down on the soft covers before crawling over you, lips meeting yours in a dizzying kiss that melts away your anxiety. You wrap your arms and legs around him, one of his hands softly tracing the smooth skin of your calf and up your thigh.

His fingers catch in the fabric of your panties, sliding them down your legs with ease, a smile curving his lips as you help him by removing your nightdress and tossing it to the floor.

He gazes down at you, all grace and bare skin, no hint of fabric to hide your beauty from his eyes. He lets out a slow quivering breath, ghosting his fingers over the valley of your breasts, taking in how supple and soft your skin feels against his.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this. And yet nothing compares to you.” He says, letting his digits wander over one pert nipple.

A moan slips past your lips as his touch ignites a fire inside of you, a carnal desire that has your core melting and desperately aching for more.

“Please, Rio- touch me more.” You pant, because any longer and you’ll combust.

Oh you look so good like this, and you sound so perfect asking for more, asking for him. And he wants nothing more than to listen to every single request you have.

He glides his fingers down your body, enjoying every shiver that runs through you as he does. The most beautiful sound being the desperate gasp that slips from you as he dips two fingers in your heat and swirls them around to collect your sweet honey before slowly sliding his digits inside of you.

“You’re so warm…” He whispers against your lips, enamoured with the soft whimpers and moans that fall from your lips as he curls his fingers inside of you to stroke at your sweet spot, gently coaxing your first release out of you. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmhm… Yes-Yes, please don’t- Ngh- stop.” You say, and he loves how your features twist with pleasure as he graces his thumb over your sensitive bud, how your bad arches off the bed and how your nails dig in the skin of his back as he picks up the pace.

His name falls from your lips in a prayer, a desperate call for him as your world comes crashing down and the tight knot at your core snaps in waves of warmth that send white hot stars across your vision.

He works you through your high, slowing his pace as you come down and find yourself back in his arms, a satisfied smile on his lips as he gazes down at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and your heart melts at his question, at his willingness to look after your comfort. A side of him that only makes your desire for him flare higher inside of you.

You pull him down, pressing your lips to his own in a quick kiss.

“I am.” You say, “Please… Continue?”

He smiles, soft and loving as he leans down to peck the corner of your mouth. “There’s nothing I want more than that.”

He unbuckles his belt, shrugging off his trousers to reveal his hard length, wrapping his hand around it to give it a few pumps. He takes a pillow on the side of the bed.

“Lift your hips for me.”

He slides the pillow underneath you, gently parting your legs for him and baring your wet core to his hungry eyes. His throat goes dry, a thirst no one but you can quench. And he aligns himself with your entrance.

You swallow back a ball of anxiety, eyes fixated on his cock, apprehension filling your veins as he hangs over you. Yet, you’ve never desired anything as much as you desire him at this moment.

“We can stop anytime, okay?” He says, of course he would have seen through you. Rio always reads you like an open book.

“I know… I’m just- scared it won’t fit…” You admit, shame crawling up your back and spreading a dark shade of heat over your cheeks.

You’re so cute. And Rio’s heart falters in his chest at your poor attempt of hiding your features from him. Because how is it possible to be this adorable and sexy at the same time?

“It’s okay. Just tell me if it hurts, okay? We’ll take it slow.” He reassures, and you nod, giving him the sign he needed to start pushing into you.

Pain slices through you as the tip of his cock pierces through your tight ring of muscles, slowly sliding deeper inside of you. You inhale sharply through your nose, nails digging in his biceps as he leans down to kiss away the tears that gather in your eyes.

He stops midway through, waiting for you to adjust to his size, a low whine falling from your lips as frustration bubbles up inside you.

“You’re doing so well, okay?” He says with a soft smile, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, “We have all the time in the world.”

“I-I think I’m fine now.” You say, “Please continue.”

As promised, he goes slow, sinking himself between your folds inch after inch, your walls stretching for him to accommodate his size. And gods the sight of him disappearing inside of you and of you taking him so well must be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He’d imagined this moment so many times, played it over and over again in his head on lonely nights as he touched himself to the thought of you. But nothing could have ever prepared him for the real thing. For how tight and warm you are around him, and for how good he feels inside of you.

His heart finally complete with bliss.

His dream has become a reality, and for once, reality tastes so much better.

He slips out a few inches before sheathing himself back inside of you, attentive to every shift in your features as he collects you in his arms, embracing you as he bathes in your heat.

“I- Gods- I love seeing you like this.” He grunts in your ear, his voice deep and rough with carnal desire, “You take me so- Ngh- so well. It’s like I was made for you.”

“Ri-Rio! Mmhm- Feels good!” You moan out his name, clinging onto him as warm pleasure dissipates the pain with every roll of his hips against yours, every steady thrust that he angles just right.

And oh, knowing he makes you feel good might be the number one reason he was given a second chance at life. Nothing has ever felt so right than pleasuring you and coaxing moans after moans of his name out of you.

He stops, and his heart almost breaks at the disappointment on your features, at the frustration that reflects in your eyes as you gaze up at him through angel lashes.

“Do you trust me?” He says, “I’m going to need you to lie on your side, okay?”

You nod, doing as he says, a shiver of apprehension running up your spine as he settles behind you and gently lifts one of your legs to position it on top of his own.

“I’ll make you feel really good.” He whispers in your ear, the tip of his cock nudging at your coated folds, your mind too hazy with thoughts of him filling you up once again to process much of his words.

“Please, Rio… Just-Just take me already.”

You hear a faint chuckle, he might have found your eagerness cute.

“Whatever my mistress asks for.” He says against your skin, sheathing himself inside of you yet again, aching emptiness replaced by an overwhelming fullness.

His arm snakes around your waist, hand wandering down your stomach and between your thighs where he lets a finger draw tight circles over your clit. Jolts of electricity flood through your veins as he picks up the pace, hitting your sweetest spot with every thrust.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, a high pitched cry of his name falling from your lips as warmth builds inside of you before crashing over you in tidal waves, your second orgasm even stronger than the first one.

“Cum for me- Ngh- I love those sounds you make just for me.” He grunts, holding tight onto his own restraints as the telltale signs of his orgasm dawn over him. Until he’s tumbling down the hill of his own high, spilling his release inside of you.

You quiver in his embrace, sweet pleasure lingering as he fills you with his warmth. And nothing has ever felt so right.

He smiles, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, a scent that never fails to drive him crazy. A scent he’s committed to memory long ago as the one he wants to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life.

“I love you, Rio.” You whisper through the haze of exhaustion.

He smiles, the words he’d longed to hear for so long.

“I love you too. You have no idea.”

And tonight, for the first time, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms, Rio wishing a last time upon the stars for this to not be a dream. For him to wake up in the morning, and for you to still be here, asleep in his embrace.

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