Chapter 5
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The journey back to the atelier was quiet. Mostly because you were unconscious.
Olruggio glanced sideways. "You know, I can carry her if you're tired."
Qifrey didn't even look at him. "I'm not tired."
Olruggio stared. The man had spent the better part of the evening fighting Brimhats, scaling a tower, rescuing a hostage, and carrying an injured witch halfway across the kingdom. His lie was terrible.
"Sure."
"I'm fine."
"Of course you are."
Qifrey ignored him.The conversation ended there. Mostly because you shifted slightly in your sleep, immediately drawing his attention. By the time they reached the atelier, the moon was high overhead. The entire building was dark. It was quiet. The girls were asleep as instructed.
Though Qifrey wasn't surprised to find a note from Agott waiting on the table.
Nothing exploded.
Nobody died.
We went to bed.
"..."
Olruggio snorted. "Responsible one."
The note continued.
Bring Master [name] back safely.
Qifrey folded the note carefully. Olruggio's expression softened slightly. The two men exchanged a look. Then Olruggio stretched.
"I'm going to sleep. Wake me up if she regains consciousness."
Qifrey nodded. "I will."
With that, Olruggio disappeared toward his quarters, leaving Qifrey alone. The room felt strangely quiet. Qifrey carried you upstairs. Careful not to jostle your injured leg, careful not to wake you. He gently lowered you onto the bed.
Only then did he get a proper look at you. The bruises. The dried blood. The dirt. The torn clothing. His jaw tightened. Slowly, he retrieved a basin of water and a clean cloth. Then began wiping away the grime.
Carefully, patiently. Removing dust. Removing blood. Removing every reminder of where you'd been. He had to stop several times because anger kept threatening to surface.
The Brimhats had done this to you. The thought alone was enough to make his hands tighten around the cloth. Eventually, he noticed something else. Your foot. The swelling. The discoloration. Qifrey immediately frowned. It was definitely broken.
You must have been in pain the entire flight home. Carefully, he dressed you in your sleeping gown, making sure you were comfortable. Then he stood, preparing to fetch bandages and healing supplies.
A hand caught his cloak with barely enough force to stop him. He froze immediately.
"...Qifrey?" Your voice was hoarse and small.
His attention snapped back toward you instantly. You were awake. Barely but awake.
Qifrey immediately knelt beside the bed. "Hey." His voice softened. "How are you feeling?"
The question was ridiculous. You managed a weak smile.
"Terrible." You looked around the room, something suddenly occurring to you.
"The relic."
Qifrey blinked. "What?"
"The relic." Your voice sharpened slightly. "Where is it?"
Even now. Even after everything. You were thinking about the relic. Qifrey couldn't decide whether that was admirable or concerning.
"It's here."
You visibly relaxed.
"In your storage cabinet." He nodded toward the corner of the room. "Along with your other relics."
The tension immediately left your shoulders. A shaky breath escaped you.
"Thank goodness..."
Qifrey frowned. Only then did he notice the tears gathering in your eyes. At first you tried to blink them away. It didn't work.
Your voice trembled. "I thought..." You swallowed. "I thought I was going to die."
The admission hung heavily between you. Because neither of you had said it aloud before. But now that you were safe, it finally surfaced. You looked away.
"I'm glad you came." Your eyes stung. "I'm glad both of you came."
A small laugh escaped. Though it sounded more like a sob. "Thank you for saving me."
Qifrey stared. Then slowly reached out. His hand settled atop your head.It was gentle and warm. The same way he used to comfort Coco. The same way he'd comforted all of his apprentices. Yet somehow different.
"It's alright." His fingers brushed through your hair. "You're home now." The words were soft. "Everything's going to be alright."
You immediately shook your head. "No."
Qifrey paused. Your hand tightened around the blanket.
"No, it's not."
The tears returned. Not because you were scared anymore. Because you understood what the Brimhats had. What they knew. What they were searching for.
"They have the other half."
The room went still. Qifrey's expression changed immediately. You looked toward the cabinet where your relic sat. It fely ominous to you now.
"The other half exists." Your voice dropped to a whisper. "And they have it."
Qifrey listened quietly as you finished speaking. The room had grown dark sometime during the conversation. Only the soft glow of a nearby lamp illuminated the space between you.
The silence stretched. Neither of you quite knew what to say. Finally, Qifrey squeezed your hand.
"We can discuss the relic tomorrow."
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then nodded. "...Okay."
You were exhausted. Every part of your body hurt. Perhaps tomorrow was enough.
Qifrey smiled softly. "Rest."
When he tried to stand, you didn't let go. His cloak shifted slightly as your fingers tightened around his hand. The realization hit both of you at the same time. You froze. Qifrey froze.
For a moment, you considered apologizing. Releasing him. Pretending it hadn't happened. Instead, your exhausted mind simply refused to cooperate. You were afraid.
Qifrey seemed to understand because he didn't pull away. Instead, he sat back down beside the bed. Carefully taking your hand between both of his. His thumbs brushed lightly across your knuckles. Then, before you could process what he was doing, he lifted your hand and pressed a gentle kiss against your fingers. Your heart nearly stopped.
"Sweet dreams." His voice was barely above a whisper.
The last thing you remembered before sleep finally claimed you was the warmth of his hands around yours.
The next morning hurt. A lot. You woke with a groan. Your entire body ached. Your head felt heavy. Your foot felt like it belonged to someone who had personally offended the universe.
You stared at the ceiling. Perhaps if you remained perfectly still, the pain would go away. It did not. You tried falling asleep again. That didn't work either. So you simply lay there. Awake and miserable.
A knock sounded at your door. Before you could answer, it slowly opened.
"Tetia, wait!" The girls entered. All four of them. Each carrying something. Food, water, a blanket and for some reason, Coco was carrying a pillow.
Their expressions immediately softened when they saw you awake.
"Master [Name]!" Tetia rushed forward. Stopping only because Agott grabbed the back of her cloak.
"Don't jump on her."
"Oh." Tetia immediately looked guilty. "Sorry."
You laughed weakly. "I appreciate the concern."
Then came the questions. All at once.
"Are you okay?"
"Did they hurt you?"
"Were you scared?"
"Did you really get kidnapped?"
"Did Master Qifrey fight everyone?"
"Did Master Olly blow something up?"
The door opened again. Olruggio entered already looking tired. "Quiet down."
The room immediately fell silent. Mostly. Tetia still had about three questions visibly fighting for survival. Olruggio pointed toward the corner. She sat down defeated.
A moment later Qifrey entered carrying fresh bandages and medical supplies. His gaze immediately found yours. A small smile appeared on his face. You returned it.
For the first time since the festival, everything felt normal. Comfortable. Safe. You were in the atelier. Surrounded by familiar faces. Unfortunately, reality quickly returned. You looked toward the group.
Your smile faded. "I need to tell you what happened."
The room quieted. Everyone listened. You explained everything.The Brimhats. The tower. The man who interrogated you. The questions about the relic. The existence of the second half snd finally the wish.
Silence followed. Even Tetia wasn't speaking anymore.
Then Agott spoke. "If that's true..." She folded her arms. "...is that all it does?"
Everyone looked at her.
"You make a wish and then what?"
You exhaled slowly. "The half I recovered mentions a trade." Your hands gripped the blanket on your lap. "It's incomplete because the relic itself is incomplete."
"Meaning?" Olruggio asked.
"Meaning I don't know what the price is."
The room grew quiet again.
"The inscription never explains it.It simply says that for a wish to be granted something must be exchanged."
The girls exchanged uneasy looks.
"What kind of exchange?" Coco asked softly.
You glanced toward the storage cabinet where the relic was being kept.
"If the wish can truly grant anything then the price would have to be equally significant."
You buried your face in your hands. "I think we need to destroy it."
The room fell silent. You lowered your hands and looked toward the cabinet where the relic was stored.
"There is absolutely no way I'm allowing the Brimhats to get their hands on it."
No one argued. Not even Olruggio.
"If they combine the two halves..." you continued, "we have no idea what kind of wish they'll make. Worse, we don't know what kind of sacrifice the relic will demand in return."
The memory of the Brimhat's obsession still made your skin crawl. Your voice hardened. "It needs to be destroyed."
Qifrey nodded first. "I agree."
"So do I." Olruggio crossed his arms.
The girls exchanged uneasy glances before nodding as well. Even Tetia looked serious. Which was rare, very rare.
"There is one thing, though."
Everyone looked back at you. You rubbed the back of your neck.
"When I destroy it, I want to do it myself."
"No." Qifrey.
"No." Olruggio.
"No." Agott.
Their synchronized response startled you.
You blinked. "Let me finish."
The room quieted. You pointed toward the cabinet.
"We have no idea what will happen when it's destroyed."
Olruggio frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I mean ancient relic." You spread your hands. "What if it explodes?"
You quickly waved your hands. "Worst case scenario!"
That did not help at all.
"Tetia looks like she's about to cry."
"I am!"
You sighed. Then offered them a reassuring smile. "It's only a possibility." A terrible possibility. "I'll wait until I'm feeling better before I start the destruction process."
The girls still looked unconvinced.
Qifrey finally stepped in. "Enough relic discussion for today." Everyone looked toward him. "You need rest."
His gaze landed on the girls. "And you four have studies."
A collective groan immediately filled the room. Olruggio pointed toward the door.
"Come on."
One by one, the girls were herded from the room. The moment the door closed, silence returned. You sighed. Qifrey moved his chair closer to the bed.
"You really frightened them."
"I frightened myself."
That earned a soft laugh. The first one you'd heard from him all morning. For a moment neither of you spoke. Then Qifrey carefully unwrapped one of your bandages. Inspecting the injury beneath. His touch was gentle. Almost frustratingly gentle.
"You know," you said, "you'd make a good healer."
Qifrey smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"It was."
Fresh bandages replaced the old ones. His fingers worked carefully. Like he had all the time in the world. You found yourself watching him. The way sunlight caught in his hair. The concentration on his face. The quiet care behind every movement.
Home. The thought came unexpectedly. You hadn't realized how much you'd missed this. Not the atelier. Not the relics. Him. The realization startled you enough that you immediately looked away.
Fortunately, Qifrey seemed too focused on your bandages to notice or perhaps he was pretending not to.
Several days later, you were finally able to walk again. "Hobble" was probably a more accurate description. Still, it was progress and progress meant you could finally deal with the relic.
You chose an open field far from the atelier. Far from trees, far from buildings, far from anything that could accidentally become collateral damage.
The relic sat on a flat stone in front of you. You picked up a sturdy metal tool. Raised it overhead.
CLANG.
The impact rattled your arms. Pain shot up your shoulders. You nearly dropped the tool. The relic remained exactly the same. You stared then picked it up. Nothing. Not a scratch or a dent. Not even a scuff mark.
"...You're kidding."
The relic did not respond. Which somehow felt rude. You tried again. And again. And again. Nothing.
Eventually, you admitted physical destruction wasn't working. So you moved on to magic. That, surely, would work. You carefully drew a destructive circle. Activated it.
The resulting blast launched the relic high into the sky. For one glorious moment, you felt victorious. Then it came back down. The impact shook the ground. Dirt flew everywhere. A small crater formed where it landed.
You cautiously approached. Peered into the crater and found the relic sitting there. Completely unharmed. The crater had suffered more damage than the relic itself.
You stared. After a long silence, you sighed. "...I hate you."
The relic remained stubbornly indestructible. You rubbed your temples. At this point, you were out of ideas. Which left only one option. As much as it pained you to admit it, you needed help.
Specifically from two witches who were annoyingly good at solving problems. One grumpy. One attractive.
You paused. "...and one grumpy."
With a resigned sigh, you picked up the relic and started hobbling back toward the atelier. It was time to ask Qifrey and Olruggio what they thought.
When you finally returned to the atelier, the sun was already beginning to set. Orange light spilled across the windows. Your entire body ached. Your pride even more so.
The girls were already occupied with their evening studies. The atelier was unusually quiet. You made your way toward Qifrey's office. If anyone could help make sense of the relic, it would be him... or Olruggio. Preferably both.
As you approached the door, voices drifted through the slight crack left open. You slowed. Not intentionally. Just enough to realize they were in the middle of something.
"...a silverwood seed?!" Olruggio's voice was sharp. Alarmed.
You froze. The concern in his voice immediately caught your attention. Inside, silence followed. Then Qifrey spoke.
"...yes."
Your grip tightened around the satchel. The tone alone was enough to make your stomach drop.
"I've known about it for years."
Olruggio cursed under his breath. "You should've told me sooner."
"It wouldn't have changed anything."
"Qifrey."
"The Brimhats implanted it when I was a child."
The world seemed to stop. Your breath caught. You stood perfectly still. Unable to move. Unable to look away. Inside the office, Qifrey continued speaking far too calmly. As if discussing the weather.
"It remains dormant under normal circumstances."
Olruggio said nothing.
"The problem is that it grows and the growth accelerates when I feel..." Qifrey hesitated. "...at peace."
Your heart sank.
"When I feel happy, the seed feeds on contentment."
The words felt impossible. Cruel. Qifrey laughed quietly. Though there was no humor in it.
"So I manage it."
Olruggio immediately understood. The horror in his voice made that obvious.
"...you've been doing this on purpose."
No answer. Which was answer enough. The constant work. The sleepless nights. The guilt. The responsibilities. The tendency to carry every burden alone.
Not because Qifrey couldn't let go. Because he literally couldn't. Eventually, he spoke again.
"As long as I'm worried. As long as I'm stressed. As long as I have something to protect. The seed remains stable."
You felt sick. Inside the office, Olruggio looked furious.
"That's not living."
"No." Qifrey agreed quietly. "It isn't."
Silence filled the room once more. Then came the part that made your blood run cold.
"There's something else."
Olruggio frowned. "What?"
Qifrey looked away. "You'll need to forget this conversation."
"What?"
"The less people know, the better."
"Qifrey."
"If people know." Qifrey's voice softened. "If they understand." His gaze dropped. "If you forgive me." A sad smile appeared. "It will make me feel safe..." The smile was bittersweet. "The seed will grow."
Your hands shook. Suddenly, all the small moments from the past few weeks replayed in your head. The smiles. The laughter. The warmth. The comfort. Things that should have been good. Things that apparently weren't. You couldn't listen anymore.
You stepped away from the office. Neither of them noticed. The relic felt unusually heavy in your satchel. For the first time, the wish no longer seemed ridiculous. It seemed necessary.
Hours later, the atelier had settled into silence. Night had fallen. You sat alone at the kitchen table. A cup of tea rested between your hands. The relic sat nearby. Reflecting the firelight from the lantern beside it.
You stared at it. A wish. An exchange. A price. Your thoughts drifted unwillingly back toward Qifrey. To the life he'd been forced to live. The sacrifices he'd already made.
Footsteps interrupted your thoughts. Olruggio entered first. Qifrey behind him. Both immediately noticed your expression. Neither liked it.
Olruggio pulled out a chair. "Everything alright?"
You slowly shook your head. "No." The answer was honest. Both men exchanged a glance.
Then Qifrey sat across from you. "What happened?"
You looked toward the relic. "It won't break."
"What?" Olruggio asked.
You gestured toward the object. "I tried everything." You explained the hammer. The impact. The crater. The magic. The complete lack of results. By the end, both witches were staring at the relic, concerned.
"...nothing?" Qifrey asked.
"Nothing."
"Not even a scratch?"
"Not even a scratch."
Olruggio leaned back. "That's annoying."
"That's one word for it."
Silence settled over the table. The relic sat between the three of you.
Eventually Qifrey spoke. "Have you truly tried everything?"
The question lingered. You hesitated, because the answer wasn't entirely yes. Slowly, both men noticed your expression.
Olruggio narrowed his eyes. "What."
You looked down. Then back up. "There is one thing I haven't tried."
Both of them became suspicious.
Qifrey folded his hands. "What is it?"
You took a deep breath. Then said the one thing you'd been thinking about all evening. The one thing you knew neither of them would like.
"I want to steal the other half."
Silence. Absolute silence. The fire crackled softly in the corner. Neither man blinked. Neither man spoke and somehow that was far more terrifying than if they had started yelling.
After years of growing up together, you, Qifrey, and Olruggio part ways after passing the Fourth Test, each pursuing your own path while staying connected through letters. When a dangerous relic investigation leads you back to Qifrey’s atelier, the trio reunites and is drawn into a mystery surrounding a divided “wishing” artifact, forcing them to confront forgotten bonds, buried feelings, and the growing threat of the Brimhats, who will stop at nothing to obtain its power.
pairing: qifrey x reader
tags: smut, fem!reader, cunnilingus, improper use of a pen, softdom!qifrey, slight overstimulation, begging, edging
w/c: 2k words
you didn’t know how you ended up in this situation.
trapped between qifrey’s quivering thighs and a rough hand that grabbed a fistful amount of your hair. perhaps it was the lingering trace of alcohol stuck onto your breaths or the unspoken and unresolved tension residing in the air. however, whichever the cause did not do a good job in preventing this situation from escalating.
from what was supposedly a small celebration between two ateliers, quickly turned into a scandalous rendezvous. one that is far from a proper example in which both witch masters should be setting for their apprentices.
okay, maybe you did know how you ended up here—but not to this extent.
which is why the two of you took the liberty of resolving this “unresolved” tension in a dirty storage room away from any crowd. while everyone else was either fast asleep or passed out, you had a cock in your mouth and a pen that you tiredly grasped onto. you sloppily pulled away from his girth, licking the cum dripping from his urethra. a string of saliva connected your lips from his shaft—savoring the remaining substance to prolong the taste of saltiness on your tongue.
“gone all quiet now have we? where’d all that attitude go, qifrey?”
the corners of your mouth curved upwards. you tilted your head to the side as you looked up at the silver haired witch who had his eyes shut and mouth agape. after receiving no response, you raised a brow before diving right back into what has been left unfinished. without any hesitation, you sucked onto his cock—your head bobbing up and down in the process.
you tipped your head lower, angling it so his dick rubbed the back of your throat while your gag reflex threatened you to withdraw. and yet, you stood still. taking it all in until you felt his muscles cramp and tighten. you could only feel his release inching closer, but you didn’t want him to experience that satisfaction. not when he had a smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off, and definitely not when he’s been the main cause of your suffering the entire night.
because before anything else happened—you stopped.
simply retreating back as you used the back of your hand to wipe the mess on your lips. as you were about to fully pull away, the grip on your hair loosened while qifrey leaned down low enough for his lips to brush over your earlobe.
“that’s enough, don’t you think?” his voice rang in your ears.
he leaned back against his chair with his elbow resting on top of the arm rest and a hand supporting his chin. all while you were on your knees with an ache blossoming in between your thighs. his gaze cautiously scanned over your figure. even though you were the one fully clothed, his presence alone never failed to make you feel vulnerable. you stopped in your tracks, shying away from his field of vision as you felt a finger forcibly lift up your chin.
“look at me.” your mouth hangs slightly open. you’ve seen many sides of qifrey before, and this one is something you have yet to see. not until this night transpired.
you subconsciously held a breath. his face held a clear smile, and yet his eyes tell an entirely different story. in one swift motion, your back was laying against his chest and your legs were on either side of his thighs.
“now tell me, where did all that attitude go now?” qifrey tilted his head to the side, mirroring your exact pose and words from earlier. his tone was humiliatingly similar to yours, as his hands slowly crept up to the inside of your thigh. your face could only burn in embarrassment.
“you are insufferable—!”
your words were cut off with a pinch to your clit before massaging it with his index and middle finger, as if to offer consolation. your words died down to muffled moans, biting down your lip in the process. and what’s worse is that you couldn’t do anything but glare at the man behind you. despite your retaliations, he nuzzled his chin on the crevices of your nape in response. you subconsciously moved your head to the side to give him more access to your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on your collarbone. a few moments after, he sucked down on the skin, leaving a hue of purple adorning your complexion.
“i’m insufferable, hm? care to explain why?”
his free hand grabbed the sides of your face, bending forward to close the distance between the both of you. he teasingly bit your lower lip, as if to ask permission to fully take you in his mouth. nevertheless, you silently agreed—even with your boiling irritation building up towards him. swiftly, his tongue entered yours, exploring each corner and crevice of your mouth while you let out an involuntary whimper against him, grinding against his hips.
“even when you’re the one dripping wet for me?” you flinched at his two index and ring finger spreading your folds while his middle finger collected the slick in the entrance of your pussy.
“can—you—really—say that?” he mumbled in between kisses, slowly sounding out each vowel and syllable, making you shiver under his touch. everything was too much with the way his hands wandered around your body with the same precision and concentration he held with a pen and a sword.
he retracted his fingers and brought it up to your lips. you teasingly bit the pad of his fingers, taking it deeper into your mouth as your tongue traced over his slender digits, sucking it clean. motionlessly, you let go, making a small “pop” sound in the process of separating yourself from him.
but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you needed something to ease the growing discomfort in between your thighs.
“you act as if i don’t notice the signs you’ve been giving me all night. i’m not blind, i’m not one of your apprentices, and i’m not someone that’s as forgiving as olruggio. i could go on until the sun starts to rise and there would still be something left on my list.”
“mmm, go on then.” he presses his lips against yours and you could practically feel him grin against you before he pulled back and rested himself on the crook of your neck once more.
thank god for magic because without that sound proofing spell you’ve put on the door, you would’ve been beyond mortified.
“and don’t get me started on what you’ve been— mmgh..qifrey!”
and for the first time throughout the entire night you let out a genuine moan—one that wasn’t held back by your desire to remain in control. you gasped at the sudden change in temperature. it wasn’t his fingers, nor was it his mouth, but an entirely different object that unexpectedly eased into your entrance—an item that you were eerily familiar with.
your very pen that was left on the ground, found itself in the hands of a certain water witch.
it wasn’t a regular pen that witches usually used, but it was one specifically tailored and designed for your habits. you could recognize that pattern and design anywhere, most especially if it’s the one being plunged inside your hole. the design bore an intricate base wherein the barrel portion was slightly bigger than the rest of its body. its shorter length added as another convenient function for it to settle comfortably in your grasp.
but who knew this ordinary item could have other..alternative uses. although you couldn’t care less with the way qifrey plummeted inside you, making you a blabbering mess every time you tried to speak. the pen at hand thrusted into the insides of your hole, pulling it in and out repeatedly over and over again at a slow pace.
it was embarrassing how you could almost feel your release at the mere touch of a pen. and what's worse is that it's yours. you're using an item meant to protect yourself and yet it's being used to humiliate you.. its unfamiliar texture and warmth quickly filling you up as you feel your eyes roll back. but it was not enough to satisfy your own needs. you needed him, and he knew it. it was impossible to argue or even plead at a fight for your own pride and control.
“i’ll let you have it if you beg.” he lets out a low laugh. a wicked and cruel one at that in the context of your situation.
you knew it would hurt your pride. you knew it would do more damage than good, but with the tears in your eyes and the desire to satisfy your needs, you didn’t have any other choice other than squirming and grinding on his lap like a dog waiting for its owner. an arm snaked around your waist to prevent you from moving as he patiently waited for your response.
“..please.” you shut your eyes, letting out a small whimper.
“i’m afraid i can’t hear you, darling. use your words.” he says, stopping his movements and pulling the pen out of you. “please what?” qifrey casually throws away the item in his hand, returning it back to its previous position.
“please. let me– hic cum properly.” you manage to choke out, slightly mourning the loss of warmth inside you.
“good girl. it’s that easy, isn’t it?” he turns you around so you’re facing him while straddling his lap. his knuckles graze over your knee as it trails to the inside of your thigh and eventually reaches near your entrance. your skirt rides up to your upper thigh due to the movement.
eventually you find your eyes trailing down from his chest to the area below his bellybutton to reveal his cock that has long been unzipped from his pants. it’s veins and large muscle throbbed as it only further intensified under your gaze.
without wasting any time, you carefully inserted yourself in his member, watching him slowly in. unfortunately for you, that wasn’t enough for qifrey. he placed both hands on your hips and thrusted you right back down, making your head fall onto the crook of his neck for comfort.
you grunted in response, letting out shaky breaths as you felt him gaze upon you. “what are you waiting for? move.”
you glared at him, setting your hands on either sides of his shoulders as you bounced onto his cock. “l-like this, qif–mgnh..!” you mumbled incoherently as you felt a hand slip your robe past your shoulders, discarding it on a floor followed by a tug on your shirt to reveal your breasts.
“exactly like that. you’re doing so well for me.” he says, bending down just enough to cup one hand on your breast and the other being sucked on by his mouth.
“too much–! too much..” you let out a moan, feeling his leg bounce you on his thigh, making his dick go in and out of your hole. you could feel your release coming, and it was clear both of you knew the truth. he held your pleasure and figure all in his grasp and control—it was a fight you lost long ago before you entered this room.
you were now sober, and yet you felt completely drunk on his cock as you felt your eyes roll all the way back. with every thrust and movement, you only felt all the more sensitive to his touch. your nails dug onto his clothed back, creating small holes on the fabric of his shirt as you lazily chased your high.
“come for me, love.” he whispers, feeling you clench around his dick as he guided you through your release.
you collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily as he rested his chin on your head. “you did well.” he placed a kiss on your forehead, watching as the strong hue of red slowly dies down to a faint rosy pink color to your cheeks and ears. you stood still as you warmed over his cock, legs slightly twitching as your high came downz
“..i still hate you.”
“oh?” he lifted your chin up, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
once. twice. thrice.
he kissed you three times until you could notice the rough and desperate demeanor he played with you after biting your lower lip while pulling away.
“can’t have that, can we? this is far from over then.”
a/n: im crine i consumed all the qifrey smut out there so i made new content for myself
I think Qifrey would really enjoy teasing his partner. You’d be minding your business, reading a book or perhaps helping one of the girls with a casting seal the just can’t seem to get right.
Your guard down and the perfect opportunity for qifrey to startle you a bit.
This time, you were organizing things in your study, blissfully unaware of your boyfriend stalking up behind you. You only had a second to notice the shift in the air before a cold hand slid up underneath your shirt. You flinched violently and tried to pull away. Those same cold hands encircling your waist from behind and qifrey could barely contain his laughter now as you squirmed against him.
“I saw you working hard in here and thought you might need the company!” Qifrey snickered.
You did not find it amusing.
“Oh, please don’t give me that look.. you know I’m only teasing.” His infuriatingly cute face and gentle voice probably would’ve made you forgive him instantly.. if it weren’t for the fact you could feel his chest shaking with the laugh he was trying to hold in. Such an asshole.
All the distance between you is based on a misunderstanding. It seems almost ridiculous. You now wanted to cross it in an unconventional way. Lips crash together. Your bodies press against each other, literally sink into each other. Years of attempted oblivion were forgotten at that moment. Your fingers literally claw into his hair, trying to pull him even further towards you. You let out a moan as his lips let go of yours and find their way to your neck. Everything seems too much. Like a starving woman, it drives you to take everything from the white-haired man. You've had to do without it for too long.
He lightly slips your dress off your shoulders to kiss the heated skin there. You feel the cold metal of his glasses pressing against your skin. You reach for his face so that he has to look at you. For a moment, worry is reflected in his beautiful eye. Very carefully you reach for his self-protection and he looks at you uncertainly. You put the glasses behind you on the bedside table before turning back to him. Your fingers gently brush back his hair, exposing his missing eye. His weak point. "Don't look."
To hell with this. Your fingertips gently stroke the area. You put all your feelings into this gesture. You don't see this missing eye as something weak that needs to be hidden. It is a sign that he is alive; that he survived. Your fingers are exchanged with your lips. You kiss the spot, the young man sucks in the air sharply. There is too much emotion in this gesture. Even if a part of you loathes him for his ignorance, you don't forget his love. Everything that has happened between you, you want to forget at this moment.
Qifrey grabs you harshly under the thighs, lifting you up, only to throw you onto the bed. You gasp as you are thrown backward and immediately have the white-haired man on top of you. Your hands reach for his blouse, helping him to slip the annoying piece of cloth over his head.
Your feelings are overflowing. Fingertips stroke the free skin that he so gratefully makes available to you. Qifrey guides his heated palms under your dress, and runs it over your thighs to grab into the flesh heartily. Your panting is reaction enough to dance back and forth between your slightly open thighs, to tease you even more. In his presence, you're almost shy, even though you have experience with men. Now everything seems to be forgotten. Your impatience is clearly noticeable as you press your hip against him. He laughs.
"It can't happen fast enough for someone..." You missed his cheeky personality.
You press your foot lightly against his bulge, which is held in check by his pants. "If it goes slower, I can leave you hanging."
Qifrey pulls in sharply the ones at your touch. "How heartless you are" His finger brushes over your wet folds, making you whine in surprise. "Damn..."
Qifrey has you in his hand. His fingers start playing with your pussy, exploring you and looking for the points that will send you into raptures. He notices that your dress bothers him. The white-haired man pulls it up, over your breasts, to be able to see you clearly. This sight alone almost makes him come into his pants. He hasn't seen your body for so many years. It feels different, more grown-up, more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. The scars, and little wrinkles he wants to worship. You, too, are busy exploring the witch's skin that has eluded you for so many years.
Slowly and with relish, he thrusts two fingers into you. Your walls pulsate around him. His dick presses himself agonizingly against the prison. "You're doing so well," he breathes at you as he maltreats you with relish. He literally takes his time to feel everything very intensively. Too intense for you. You literally claw at his arm while he hits exactly the right spots. "Qifrey... I... I can’t hold on…." You desperately mutter, thrusting your hip into his hand. He strokes over your throbbing clit. You’re moaning against his open mouth, while the sounds of his fingers in your cunt echo.
"Then come"
As if his words were the final trigger, your orgasm breaks over you like a storm. You would literally collapse if it weren't for the white-haired man who holds you tightly in his arms and looks down at you with lust-veiled eyes. In your intoxication, you literally reach for him and pull him towards you. He lets you, sinks deeper into your body. His lips draw a deep red because you take over his beautiful lips. Your legs push further apart so that he can find space between them. His excitement presses against your wetness, pulsating and ready. His crystal-blue eye meets your eyes and you nod, giving consent. You can already feel him penetrating you and moaning deeply. He moves slowly inside you to seem to get you used to it. You want more. You harshly thrust your hip at him, which upsets him. "You're really impatient..." he mumbles against your lips and you can only twist your lips into a half-smile. I've waited a long time, haven't I?"
Your fingers scratch his back, making him whimper. "More of these sounds," you bubble towards him, which seems uncomfortable for him for a short moment, but shortly after he thrusts into you and complies with your request. Qifrey's hand grabs your sweaty cheek so you have to look at him. His eye flickers with feelings you can't interpret. Everything is too much; His body on yours, he is in you and that burning feeling inside you is trying to break out. At that moment you yearn for his lips and when you press your lips on his you bring everything into this kiss and let yourself be carried away by him. His thrusts are getting harsher and even deeper. You can feel him deep inside you. Your arms sling around his torso and with a swift motion you switch positions with him, straddling his hips now. You move on his cock, your hips bounce on him like your life depends on it. Qifrey grabs your hips, helping you to make yourself feel good. You don’t care anymore, feeling him throbbing inside of you. “Oh my…”, whispers the white-haired man, while looking up to you, staring into your face which is filled with pleasure. He wants to see more. Pure bliss draws your face and he couldn’t get enough of it. He moans your name, sitting up so he could ravish your breasts with his lips. You let him, throwing your head back, when his lips suck on your nipple. Your trembling hands find his sweaty white locks, pulling on them to get some kind of hold. Your emotions are overflowing. He whispers something you couldn’t quite understand, between his kisses on your sensitive skin. You’re a whimpering mess in Qifrey's hold. “I’m close…”, murmurs the man breathless and you just nod, not being capable of doing anything. Your second orgasm is close too so you want to chase that high. “Me too…”
Qifrey grips at your hip, helping you go faster with your moves. Your second orgasm washes over you, while you feel Qifrey pulling out of you. His semen spurts over both of your bodies, while you both hold onto each other. Your name moaned by him tingles in your ear. His lips press passionately on you, taking your breath away. You let him consume you in this moment when you try to calm down. Slowly you stand up, holding his semen on your legs and stomach. You don’t want it to drip on your bed. The moment between you two is over. Reality settles in, while you try to find a cloth. You must look totally stupid, running around naked on the search for it.
You found some in your bathroom, cleaning yourself just a little and bringing a second one to him. He takes it thankfully and rubs himself clean. You both are quiet, too quiet.
You can see his healing injuries and countless other scars in this moment. He slept with you, although he still needed rest. Remorse eats through your skin, because you should’ve said something.
Now that the sexual arousal has subsided, a bitter aftertaste remains. Qifrey sat next to you and you have to consider whether you want him to leave or stay. You're already wondering if sleeping with him is a mistake. But your heart beats uncomfortably at the thought of having him lying next to you. You decide in this millisecond for the choice of your heart.
"You can stay if you want"
Qifrey looks at you with his tousled hair in front of his eyes, which he wipes out of his face more badly than well. "Are you sure?"
"We slept together. The night after really doesn't matter anymore." Your sarcastic tone brings a wry smile to his lips.
"okay, then I'll stay" He carefully lies down next to you, his shoulder touches yours only very slightly. That makes me restless. You have just been as close as possible and now you keep a safe distance from each other. It's abstruse and yet you don't dare to take the first step to address the problem.
-
again countless years ago
"A political marriage?"
Beldaruit nods heavily. His look reveals that he also does not welcome wanting to marry his daughter off soon.
"You are that age and there have been wedding offers since the beginning of your birth. I can no longer ignore them."
"Why can't you do that, father?"
He sighs theatrically. You hate it when it starts to become dramatic.
"You are the daughter of one of the wise three witches. You also have a task and that is to make alliances possible through marriage."
Everything inside you freezes to ice. Everything in you resists being sold off to the highest bidder. You are a talented witch and have never imagined a life as an appendage of a man.
"You, as a sage, can suspend this ancient tradition. I don't want to get married. At least not someone who doesn't love me and whom I don't love."
"Daughter... You can also learn to love someone"
"Did you do the same after mother?"
Your father closes his eyes when you bring up his sore spot. He has loved only one person in his life more than others. Your mother.
"It would have been her wish that you get married, too."
You shake your head. "I don't think so."
Beldaruit sighs heavily again, leans back in his chair. "I don't have the nerve to argue with you. Be reasonable, my little one. You can also choose one of them."
"I'm not going to do this, father"
"Are you already in love?"
He can tell from your facial expressions that he hits the bull's eye with his question. "Who?"
You don't answer. You can't.
"Who?" he asks again more insistently. He suddenly slaps his hands in front of his head. "I don't even want to know how far you went with this Casanova."
Casanaova, you have to grin. Qifrey the Casanova.
Beldaruit now floats right in front of you. "You think that's funny?"
"If you've already slept with him, I can't marry you. You know the system."
"I slept with him."
Many negative feelings are reflected in his gaze. You disappointed him. More than just disappointed. He looks at you as if he was wrong about you. He's never looked at you like that before. It hurts.
In a flash, he turns his back on you. "You can go."
"Father...", you try, but nothing you say could change anything. Excuse me? You're not sorry. Every word from your mouth would be a lie. He doesn't answer you. Your father wants you to leave and you do him the favor, even if it hurts you that he was wrong about his daughter.
"Easthies"
The name coming out of your father's mouth throws you off your game. The black-haired man emerges from the shadows. His gaze is fixed on Beldaruit. Not on you. You continuously avoided him. He apparently watched the argument in silence and heard everything. Irritation is literally written all over your face.
"You will follow her every step of the way for the rest of her life. If she should defend herself, then she can enjoy house arrest."
His personality instantly shifted. It seems your bubbly cheeky father was never here in the first place. He’s cold as ice, indifferent to you.
"Father, what?" you interrupt, but you can't be heard. You are in the room, you are being talked about without your opinion seeming important in any way.
Easthies nods and walks towards you. Its gaze is cold too, resembling your father’s in this moment, so it sends shivers down your spine. "Father... You can't do that."
The black-haired man suddenly grabs you by the arm and drags you with him. You try to wriggle out of his grip. "Don't touch me!" you poison as you feel his iron grip put you in your place. He means it. Really serious. "Then you should just do what you're told. Beldaruit-sama wants you to go."
"Let go of me and I'll go," you hiss at him, waiting for him to let go of you. After what feels like an eternity, he takes his hand away and lets you sprint out of the room. He, of course, followed suit. Will this be your life now? Endless anger spreads through your body that you don't want to curb in any way. "Why didn't you blow the whistle on him right away, huh?" you spit at Easthies as you make your way to your chambers. He knows about Qifrey. Why didn't he tell Beldaruit? He could have gotten rid of him with this information.
He doesn't answer you. Of course. Why should they?
How are you supposed to say that to Qifrey now? You must not see him. Easthies will follow you wherever you go, thwarting everything. "Will you follow me to the toilet now - or better yet... standing next to me while I bathe?"
You see a red blush on his cheeks. "You disgust me," you throw at him full of hatred before you go into your chambers and slam the door behind you. With a beating heart, you get a parchment out of your desk and start putting your words for Qifrey on paper. You will first inform him about the situation with a letter spell. You can't take the risk of the "secret" coming out, even if it means not being able to see him.
You roll up the finished message before you start drawing the appropriate characters. With its image in front of your eyes, the letter disappears. Now you have to wait and see what the white-haired witch will say about it.
-
"Why didn't you reply to my message back then?"
You don't get a response. Qifrey dozed off peacefully next to you. His white curls are scattered on the white pillow while you look at his blissful features. The long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks. It's beautiful. You've always felt that way. He literally robs you of sleep, as often as you have dreamed of him. Sleep doesn't catch up with you anymore. So many things are on your lips that you want to say. But you want to let him sleep. Your thoughts have the opportunity to be said another time. Quietly, you try to sneak out of bed, after all, the paperwork is still waiting for you, which you quickly forgot during Qifrey's surprise visit. With a robe around your body, you sit back down at your desk and start processing the rest of the applications, while your gaze keeps wandering to the man on your bed. You'll have one ahead of you for a long time because sleep doesn't catch up with you.
pride and prejudice go hand in hand when you're in love. Qifrey was full of it, but you love him nonetheless.
a Qifrey (Witch Hat Atelier) x you story, part 1, 3,393 words
warnings: smut in the next chapters
i hope you'll like it haha. My hyperfixation on Qifrey is very strong atm.
chapter 2, chapter 3
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News of Qifrey's stay at the Assembly is circulating, faster than intended. The "problem child" is back again, as they whispered to each other. Your heart was racing as you walk down the aisles. Let your father be damned for not telling you. Who knows how long he has been here. He is probably asleep in the doctor's area, as his injuries are more serious than expected. You literally run, ignoring the looks of others.
How long has it been since you last saw him? Too long.
You open the double doors to the medicine tower and immediately a nurse comes to meet you. With a look, you indicate to her to be quiet. She immediately recognized who you were and let you go. You have your goal clearly in mind. You want to make sure he's okay.
"Where can I find Qifrey?" you address the nurse you just sped past. "Down the corridor, at the very back right." You nod to her before continuing on your way. When you arrive in front of the room in question, doubts arise in you and you pause. Is it wrong to visit him? Did he even want to see you if he was awake? Questions are buzzing around in your head that you won't find answers to if you don't go into that room and experience it for yourself. Carefully you knock on the door and after a short wait, you step inside. A familiar face comes into your field of vision.
"Olu."
"I haven't seen you in a long time," he replies back. He sits on a chair by the window. His face looks tired and sunken. Clear concern is evident in his facial features. Immediately your gaze falls on the sleeping figure on the bed. His white hair covered almost his entire face and the many bandages envelop his body almost completely. "Who did that?" you breathe close to tears.
"Brimhats."
The name seems like a punch in the stomach. You feel like you've been thrown back several years. His urge for revenge was immeasurable at the time. "If it hadn't been for his student Coco... it would have been even worse for him."
Coco. He had students. That's what Beldaruit told you back then. It makes you happy that someone like him has found his purpose. He shares his warmth with the kids. "Then I guess I'll have to express my thanks to Coco personally."
Olruggio nodded with a smile. Together they look at the sleeping Qifrey. Back then, they had been a team. Always together. And now there is hardly anything left of it. You feel how it tingled inside you. You have the urge to touch him; To make sure that it is really him in front of you and not just an illusion. But you can only stand to the side and look down on him. With a heavy heart, you detach yourself from the sight of him. "Don't tell him that I was there," you say to the black-haired man with a heavy heart.
"Are you sure?"
You're sure. You just wanted to make sure that he was alive. Everything else is null and void. "You desperately need a little more sleep, Olu."
"I can say the same to you," he replies ironically. You just smile.
"Take care, Olruggio."
…
too many years ago
"So students. Today's exercises are intended to prepare you for different vegetations." You only listen to the professor with half an ear, because today the teaching situation is different than usual. The students of some of the professors in the Assembly will attend these lessons together. This includes Qifrey, who is usually always hidden at your father's side. You give the white-haired man furtive glances, hoping you're not too flashy (you're too flashy). Olruggio is standing next to Qifrey and he is looking over at you at that very moment. You quickly avert your gaze and feel the blush on your cheeks, which always does what it wants. Even in the most inopportune moments. They saw how you look at him. Embarrassing.
"Why are you so red?" jokes your friend next to you and nudges you even harder than intended, so that you lose your balance. Strong hands hold your shoulder and prevent you from falling backward.
Black long hair appears in your range. "Easthies... Thank you," you say absent-mindedly and straighten up. The closeness to him is a bit too much for you. He smiles slightly and nods at you.
"He likes you," she whispers in your ear and you dismiss this instantly. "He's just my protector.", you tell her with a grumble, because it’s not something you enjoy.
"If that's what you mean," she says more than ambiguously, which you ignore. "Let's focus on the task now," you hiss at her.
"Killjoy," you hear her grumble and you just grin crookedly.
"The task today will be a bit more difficult. You are in the territory of wild animals. You are the invaders and you have to know how to behave. Find the following herbs on your parchment, which you must find in this area. Gather in groups. Your bracelet shines in a certain color that brings you together."
Immediately, your gaze snaps to your friend's bracelet. Hers glow in radiant yellow, while yours glow purple. You are both sulking. "I'll see you later..." you tell her and squeeze her tightly. In the hustle and bustle, you have to look around.
Now all you have to do is look around to see who your partners are. Immediately you feel hot and cold at the same time. Qifreys and your gaze meet at the same time and then on the bright purple bracelets. What a twist of fate.
Easthies appears next to you. Of course, with the same colored bracelet. Two others appear next to you. You introduce yourself, not missing the reluctant glances of the other two in the direction of Qifrey. Easthies next to you also only mutters to the white-haired man, who does the same as the cool gesture.
That can only go wrong and you should be right.
"Stop treating us like inferior witches!"
The two group members, whose names you have long forgotten, are at their wit's end. While you try to find the special herbs together and not draw any animal's attention to you, the others throw everything overboard. "Guys... please be quiet," you try again, but you fall on deaf ears.
"Tell that to the conceited shit. It is only because he is Beldaruit's pupil that he has so many privileges."
"And what kind of privileges would those be? You're only here because you come from big witch families. You haven't done a bit, you snobs."
"Say that again and I swear to you-" The taller of the two suddenly grabs Qifrey and holds him by the collar in the air. "Stop it!", you try again. Easthies next to you stood unimpressed next to it and seems to find the whole thing very amusing. "Help him," you ask the black-haired man, but he just shrugs his shoulders. "It's quite pleasant to see him like this." Hearing that from his mouth makes you tremendously angry. You turn away from him and try to intervene. Too late.
Qifrey was thrown into the lake.
"What the hell?" you blurt out angrily and push your laughing colleagues aside. "It's just a little water."
"And why doesn't he come up again?" you ask with a pounding heart. You wait a few seconds and nothing happens. Couldn't the white-haired man swim? Your body is acting faster than your brain at this moment. You jump in, feel the icy cold of the water. Your eyes burn as you open them to look for him.
You can see white hair that is slowly sinking. With all your strength you swim to him and realize that he is unconscious. Just like that, you can grab his hand and pull him to you. You can't hold your breath for long. You quickly try to bring yourself to the surface of the water. If it weren't for the sudden burning pain that spread through your body and the sudden blood pouring out of your arm. A large water snake has snapped at you and is trying again. Adrenaline pumps through your body as you use all your strength to swim faster. You've made it right away. Your legs suddenly become numb. The poison of the snake.
You have to make it, but your body is now working against you, pulling you back into the abyss. Someone else pulls on you. It is Easthies who jumped into the lake. As your head emerges above the surface of the water, you take the deepest breath of your life before Easthies pulls you and Qifrey out of the water. You cough while you see the lifeless body of the white-haired man. "Are you crazy?" you hear Easthie's barking voice, but you don't care. "He needs first aid," you just say, before you heave yourself to him with the last of your strength. Your legs are not working right now.
"I called for reinforcements."
"Hell, He needs help!" you yell at your protector, who suddenly becomes quiet due to your outburst. You try to revive him. Right now, you don't seem to care at all that you press your lips on his to ventilate him. The adrenaline displaces every other thought, except to keep it alive. "Qifrey... please," you pray to the white-haired man. You haven't even told him what you feel yet. He must not die. He can’t die. "Wake up, you fucking idiot!" you shout again and again between attempts.
The witch seems to have heard you. After the nth attempt, he starts coughing and you hold his head to the side so that he can get rid of the water in his lungs. You cry with relief before you lose consciousness due to the poison in your body.
…
You wake up with the worst migraine you've had in a long time. Your eyes have to get used to the bright environment, but then you realize that you are in the hospital wing. "You're awake...", you hear a familiar voice. Easthies stands next to you and looks down at you with relief. The memories before you fainted come back to your mind. Easthies didn't want to help you help Qifrey. "Why are you here?" you ask coolly, feeling how dry your throat is. You are not the mistress of your body right now, because you want to grab your neck, but your hand only comes very slowly to the said place. Everything plays out as if in slow motion.
"I have the mission to protect you," he replies as a matter of course, which makes you snort. "You really did an excellent job," you reply sarcastically. If he had helped you right away, you probably wouldn't be in this situation and the black-haired man knew that. You can see it in his suffering look in his eyes.
"Is Qifrey okay?"
He just nods. That's enough for you. That was your goal, to save him. Your feelings for him have been confirmed. You are in love with the white-haired man. You never wanted to see it, but the moment he was close to death, you realized it.
"I'll have your father called. He was quite sick with worry."
Easthies walks out of the room, which is pleasant to you. You can't stand this guilty look that literally crushes you.
After a short time, your father floats into the hospital room. His face looks sunken and exhausted. He probably didn't sleep much. "my little daughter"
"Hello father... How long was I gone?"
"Three days. Three whole days in which I was sick with worry," he speaks theatrically and strokes your forehead lovingly. "Easthies told me what happened. That was very brave, but also stupid of you, my little one."
"Nobody wanted to help me. Should I let him die?"
"Of course not..." Beldaruit murmured. The two witches have been suspended for the time being. And you and Qifrey get to repeat the task again."
You nod.
"But only when you are completely healed again. The poison has spread almost all over your body. So you still have to stay in bed."
You just grumble. "Will I get at least a few books?"
"but of course" bright laughter can be heard. "I had some sent for right away."
"Thank you, father."
Beldaruit pulls out pastries from under his curtain. "Eat quickly before the nurses see it," he says imploringly and hands you the sweets. Your favorite variety. You accept it gratefully. For a moment, you forget the white-haired man and your confusing feelings.
Qifrey sits in his room at the same time, staring at the bare wall in front of him. He should visit you, but how can he do that when your guard dog sends him away and he doesn't know how to thank you properly. It's confusing for him. You are the daughter of his teacher, who has always been in the background. He shouldn't really be interested in you and yet he does. He always notices your gaze, which is often on him and the white-haired man always wonders why. Why should you look at him like that? It's hair-pulling that he wastes too much thought on you. You saved him and almost died in the process. His heart pulls slightly at this thought. He has to thank you. Qifrey just has to find the right time.
He didn't find the right time. Two months have passed. Now he is standing here to catch up on the task. With you. And you don't even look at him. Qifrey screwed up, he knows that. He doesn't like the way his heart beats unusually fast when he looks at your side profile.
"I think we should start here and then work our way from there-"
Qifrey doesn't listen to your explanation in a harsh tone. He is spellbound by your lips, which make these sounds. He has always thought you are beautiful, but now he realized how much.
"Did you even listen to me?" Your voice knocks him out of his thoughts. You look at him angrily and he notices how his ears glow. "Sorry"
You just roll your eyes. "Whatever," you reply and start all over again, skillfully ignoring the fact that he has been staring at you intensely until just now and that you ignore with all your might that your cheeks betray you.
You just want to get it over with and avoid the white-haired ones as much as possible (an impossible task).
You are too good. Far too quickly you both find one medicinal plant after the other and you even manage to talk to him at a minimum. Your vocabulary is limited to yes and no. He doesn't deserve more from you either.
Until you get to the place where Qifrey and you almost drowned. You feel your fast heartbeat and turn to him. He looks at the spot, his entire body seems to be stuck. "Hey...", you speak to him carefully, but he doesn't seem to hear you.
You take a step towards him. Still no movement in his body.
"Qifrey..."
Again, no answer. Suddenly the white-haired man starts to tremble. Your body acts too fast, because your hand rests on its shoulder. He flinches and looks at you with wide eyes. "Sorry, I didn't want to..." You take your hand away again.
"You almost died because of me."
You are frightened by his sudden words. "You almost died because of those assholes"
"You are Beldaruit's daughter..."
"Are you saying that just because I'm his daughter, my life is worth more than yours?" This is a rhetorical question to which there should be no answer because it is so absurd.
"Do you look down on me like that?" No answer. Silence is answer enough for you. "When we're done here, never look at me again." Full of pain, you literally spit it at him and turn away. You hold back the tears with all your might.
Qifrey grabs your wrist and pulls you back. "That will be impossible for me"
"And why?" The skin tingles where Qifrey's hand lies.
You don't get an answer. Instead, soft lips land on yours. Clumsily and much too quickly this kiss passes and with big eyes you look at the white-haired man, who seems very uncomfortable with the whole thing. With an exploding heart, you overcome the distance to him and pull the witch towards you. You are more demanding because for far too long you could only think about such a situation in your dreams. Qifrey's shock seems to be over as his hand rests gently on your cheek as your hands wander to the back of his neck. You have no idea what you're doing, but you hope it's good.
Your head is suddenly empty. Only his lips and the warmth occupy all your senses. You separate from each other far too quickly; Your breath mixes forehead to forehead. You just can't believe it. Qifrey kissed you first. Your dream has come true.
Shyly, you raise your eyes and realize that he has been looking at you for a long time. At the tender fifteen, Qifrey stole your first kiss.
-
You can see Qifrey's students scurrying around the hallways. A smile forms on the lips. Beldaruit told you about his plan and you could only shake your head about it. Your father is simply incorrigible. You're curious to see what ideas the girls come up with.
You are so lost in thought that you notice too late how someone runs into you. It's Coco. You can just grab it so that it doesn't fall down. "Oh, excuse me... I didn't look where I was going."
"Everything okay! I didn't really pay attention either..." You see the girl taking what looks like a piece of Danish pastries on the floor with pouting lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." you say. How about I give you a new piece of this, Coco?"
"Oh, you know my name?", the younger one asks carefully.
"I belong to the Assembly and I am an acquaintance of your professor. So, what do you say?" You want to have a little chat with his student, so you don't want to make the impression that you're a complete stranger. (Even if you are to an extent).
"Really, you would do that?"
"Of course, after all, I am also partly to blame for the fact that the good piece landed on the floor."
"If it doesn't make a fuss.", considers the young witch.
"It doesn’t," you assure the green-haired girl.
The two of you make your way to the kitchen to get hold of another piece of the pastry. You're in luck. You could give the last piece to the young witch.
"How long have you known Pofessor Qifrey?" she asks you with powdered sugar on her mouth. You sat down in the garden. You drink your favorite tea while the wind blows gently through your hair.
"A very long time. We studied together and I know a lot of embarrassing stories from your professor," you giggle as you think of the countless memories that wander through your head. "Can you tell me some?" Her eyes literally shine. It makes your heart beat faster. "I can tell you one, but don't tell your professor," you say conspiratorially. "I won't!"So while you tell Coco an anecdote from your childhood days, you feel how warm your heart was. "You're very brave, Coco."
The girl looks at you in amazement. "... that you fearlessly threw yourself in front of your professor... I admire your courage"
"Professor Qifrey scolded me a bit for that."
"Probably because he was worried about you... you're his pupil, after all."
Coco nods. "I hope he will be completely healthy again." Your heart contracts easily. "I hope so too..."
...
After your short meeting with Coco, you sit in your chamber in the evening and get ready for bed. You feel the exhaustion literally take over your body. Your thoughts circle around the white-haired man again and you feel like you've been transported back to your childhood. At that time, the peer was constantly in your head.
qifrey is unfortunately a brat tamer at heart, and i'd like to think he has a favored room of his in the window of his home to fuck you in. he lives for the risk and loves to show you he isn't afraid of prying eyes.
"nngh! o- oh my g.... ooooddd, qif' wait! y're t'big... no... no way it'll fit!" you felt yourself mentally shrink when seeing the size of his cock rubbing up against your sopping wet slit, only getting wetter with each second he held that teasing smirk on his face.
"oh really? you should've thought of that before grinding on me earlier," he had you pinned up against a stonewall, his hands just as cold as the barrier he had you backed up against,
rubbing you sensitive clit was the most merciful thing he could do to you right now.
"we were with the girls, yet you felt the neediness of a whore rather than the need to take care of them."
you only let out muffled moans when you felt his fingers glide up and down your whole cunt. your small pleas of forgiveness only fell to dear ears when qifrey only continue to stare down upon you.
"you have anything else left in that bratty mouth of yours or what?" it was turning you on how he kept caressing his cock over the inevitable wetness he got you in a chokehold of.
no matter how much you squeezed your thighs, you'd be surprised how well the witch was built despite his looks. keeping you pried right open for him, you only had two words.
Summary: Qifrey really shouldn't be bothered. You're a decorated inventor, loved by witches and Unknowings alike. Of course people are drawn to you. Of course that man across the courtyard can't stop talking to you. Of course Qifrey has absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. None at all. The two of you are nothing. Right?
Tags: Jealous Qifrey, Pining, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Unresolved tension, Olruggio is the only sensible one.
Warnings: None, I don't think!
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Qifrey really shouldn’t be surprised.
You’re incredible. You were a decorated inventor praised for ground breaking innovations in survival magic. From linked bottles for long-distance communications, to water purification spells, and even a self mapping lantern, you had made ripples in the realm of magic– no, you had made waves.
So really, Qifrey shouldn’t be at all bothered by the sight of a man, no older than himself, engaging animatedly in conversation with you. Afterall, how many times had he sat by and watched you engage in similar exchanges with curious witches and unknowings?
How could he fault them? He too was enamored by you.
But still, he couldn’t help the slow heat curdling in his stomach at the sight of just how close the pair of you were.
Perhaps it was the way you were responding to the man just as passionately, laying a hand over his arm in your own excitement. Or maybe, it was the way your head would tip back in delight at a joke he had said. Not Qifrey, him.
Qifrey leaned against the stone pillar, arms crossed tightly in front of him. He felt his lip curl at the sight of the man leaning in to whisper something in your ear.
Truthfully, Qifrey had no right to be upset. It wasn’t as if the pair of you were exclusive.
He shook his head.
It wasn’t even as if the man you were talking to was making any advances towards you. He was just an Unknowing, infatuated with the idea of magic. How could he blame him for that?
Qifrey breathed deeply in attempts to compose his firing thoughts.
Regardless, Qifrey was only here in town to support you. The girls had run off to replenish their supplies with Olruggio and how could he leave you all alone? What would you do if you found yourself stuck in a dreadful conversation with no one to save you?
The sound of your bright laugh pulled Qifrey out of his thoughts. He couldn’t help the slow smile that spread onto his face at the sound before he remembered who had drawn that sound from you.
Perhaps it was him that needed saving.
You laughed again, a tinkling sound as you looked away from the man, bashfully. The man grinned at the sight pointing back to your latest invention.
Qifrey wondered what he was saying to make you so shy. Presumably complimenting the sheer brilliance of your mind.
He snorted, childishly.
He knew you were brilliant far before any Unknowing did. Is that what you wanted to hear from him? Because he would tell you day in and day out just how brilliant he found you if it meant you would look at him as sweetly as you were to him.
He shook his head, looking down towards his slightly scruffed Sylph shoes.
Qifrey was being unfair and he knew it.
He wasn’t going to say that there was nothing between the two of you because that would be a blatant lie. But had the two of you ever talked about the buzzing tension between you? Had anything been acknowledged?
If you asked any of the other inhabitants of the Atelier you would get a resounding no. Honestly, Qifrey was starting to think that your little back and forth dance might be entirely too much tension for poor Tetia.
Still, an embarrassingly large part of Qifrey couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of your fleeting gaze meeting his teasingly, or your lingering touches, or your waggling brows when you whisper a slightly sexual innuendo to him, so close to prying ears.
But officially, the pair of you were nothing more than house-mates– co-workers, even.
Qifrey looked up from his idle feet to find your eyes already trained on him.
He blinked.
Almost as if you had read his mind you gazed across the courtyard at him through narrowed eyes and a sly grin. The man from before was still talking spiritedly to you, seemingly undeterred by your lack of attention.
Qifrey smiled back, cautiously. He knew that grin. That was the face that greeted him right before he found a broken vase or children running wild in the Atelier.
That was the smile he saw when you were about to tease him.
You turned away from him to look back at the tall man in front of you, though this time, Qifrey could tell you held no interest for what it was he was saying, spurred by a new task.
You nodded, idly, smiling with mock shyness as your hands moved to rest at the curve of his bicep.
The man almost inflated under the heat of your affection, puffing out his chest as he kept talking, face resting in a ridiculous smirk that Qifrey would love to just wipe off.
“You’re really not going to do anything about that?”
Qifrey jumped at the sound of Olruggio’s drawl to the left of the pillar he was leaned on.
He clutched his chest, in shock, “Where did you come from?”
Olruggio shrugged, still staring at you and the man, amused. “The Starry Sword.”
Qifrey looked down, scanning the ground for four busy-bodied girls.
“They ran off somewhere.” Olruggio supplied, simply.
He nodded his head back to you, casting a sidelong glance at Qifrey, “Now, what are you going to do about that?”
Qifrey leveled him with an unimpressed look, turning back to face you. In the absence of his attention, the man’s hand had traveled to rest at the junction of your hip and waist.
Qifrey felt his teeth grit together.
“They’re a grown witch.” Qifrey grumbled, almost against his will.
“They’re your grown witch.”
Qifrey’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing as he rounded on Olruggio.
“They’re not my anything!” He spluttered, face reddening.
It was true. You weren’t his. But gosh did he wish you were.
His flush deepened at his own accusatory thoughts.
Qifrey could practically feel Olruggio’s blasé look aimed at him as he allowed a low, annoyed groan to escape him.
“The two of you are hopeless.” He deadpanned, turning to walk back towards the market, “Come find me when you finally come to your senses.”
He paused before turning back to glance at Qifrey once more, “And Qifrey? There’s something special about them. Make sure you act fast before someone else beats you to it.”
Qifrey stared at the back of Olruggio’s retreating form, contemplatively.
Summary : An already not so quiet life suddenly expands with a fourth apprentice Qifrey takes in.
Pairing : Qifrey x fem! wife! Reader
Word count : 1.6k words
Content : Mini Angst, Fluff, Romance
a/n : Started the show like wednesday night and the things I feel for Qifrey are undescribable - the things I wanna do to this man-
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Beams of sunlight filtered through the kitchen window. In the distance, Tetia could be heard getting up, followed by a tired Richeh, while Agott had probably been up for hours now, practising her spells. Drying your hands, the towel hanging on the wall to dry, before pushing the tomatoes you just cut into the pan where the stirred eggs were already sizzling away. It was quite chaotic, being alone with three girls without Qifrey or Olruggio around for at least a few days, but joyful nonetheless.
Yet Qifrey would be arriving back that day from the last call he gave you just a few days ago, he was traveling for who knows what reasons, leaving the girls in the very capable hands of his wife. Flipping the eggs, sprinkling salt and pepper on them, before putting them to the side, starting to prepare some freshly baked bread. "Girls! Breakfast!" Down come only Tetia and Richeh, sitting down at the table, with a sigh you excuse yourself to the back of the house, dried clothes waiting to be collected and ready to be folded.
All alone by yourself now, thoughts start to spiral in your mind, of course, everyone near and far already heard of the little girl casting a forbidden spell, Qifrey lucky enough, saved the poor girl from being encased in crystals like her mother, so now you await them. A new apprentice for Qifrey, he somehow managed to convince the wise not to erase her memories and let her study under his care.
"So much on your thoughts?" Spinning around there he stood in all his glory, a light smirk splayed on his lips. "You scared me." Turning back to the task at hand, raising your arms to gather the dried dresses of the girls, Qifrey sensing your apprehension at the moment, runs a hand over his face, before moving closer to you. "Listen.." He starts, startled when you suddenly turn around, looking at him directly now. Usually, he loved it when you looked at him, usually with an adoring look on your face for him or the girls. "What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? You've not been careful and that's how this girl ended up without a mother and here now." To say you were furious was an understatement. "Listen I know, I know you're mad but it happened, I tried my best to solve this situation. Besides.. she is a new connection to the Brimhats, I had no other choice." Shaking your head, without another word you push a dress for the girl into his chest before making your way inside and upstairs.
Of course, you knew there was no apparent reason to be mad at Qifrey for this, but hearing what had happened and how this girl lost everything made you just disappointed at how careless he was. Moving to your shared room now, dumping the pile of clothes on the bed, before starting to fold them together, enjoying some quiet, hearing him show the girl around in the distance, Agott would be her new roommate you imagined.
"So here you are." Qifrey's head pops out from around the corner of the little loft where the bed was located. "Where else would I be?" Rolling your eyes, laying the dress you just folded to the side, maybe you should make them some summer dresses as the days slowly grow warmer and longer. "You still mad at me? Cocos a sweet girl, you will like her." Feeling the bed dip behind you, Qifrey rests his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you like a kicked puppy. "I'm not mad, you just could've been more careful, of course I will like her, every one of them is so loveable in their own way, I assume Coco is no different." Arms slowly encircle your waist, a kiss is pressed to your shoulder, a silent thank you for understanding and trying to accommodate the situation.
"She can learn a lot from you, I know that." A small smile makes its way on your lips, knowing fully well Qifrey is trying to sway you with sweet words and his honeyed tongue. "Of course she will." Biting down on your lips now to hide the smile, Qifrey of course quickly catches on, smirking at you from his place on your shoulder. "You're very convinced of that, are you trying to outshine their master hm?" Not able to stiffle a laugh now, your head turns to Qifrey, earnestness visible in your eyes. "No one can outshine you, Master Qifrey." Pressing a kiss to his lips, before standing up with the basket in hand, folded clothes neatly stacked in it. Left a bit dumbfounded on the bed, your dear husband quickly recovers, rushing after you out of the room, a soft rose hue on his pale cheeks.
"Tetia, Richeh, I got your clothes." Setting the basket down, the girls quickly come rushing over to you, taking their clothes with a thank you before bringing them to their room. "Agott back already?" Looking over your shoulder now as you enter the empty bedroom, putting away the dark haired girls clothes, before leaving again. "Yeah she isn't very fond of Coco so far, well she did spray water over her with a failed spell afterall." Raising your eyebrows at that, your expression quickly faded to something sort of defeated. Of course, the girl who's the hardest to get to open up, had a bad encounter with the new girl.
"Well I want to meet her, let's go." Moving to the studies now, your knuckles knock softly against the door before entering. A short-haired girl sat at the original empty desk, trying spell after another. Agott's attention on you shortly before turning back after a soft hello. Catching Cocos' attention with that, she looks at you curiously, wondering who you are.
"You must be Coco right? Qifrey told me a lot about you, I'm his wife, you can just call me Y/N oder whatever you like." Crouching down beside her now, her big eyes take in your appearance and the motherly aura surrounding you. "Y-Yes ma'am!" The girl quickly answers, probably still a bit skidish from being in a new environment. "Would you mind joining me downstairs for a while? I would like to take your measurements for clothes, you too Agott, all of you need new summer dresses." The latter grumbles a bit, before joining everyone downstairs.
"Can you make it pink? Or blue? Or purple?!" Tetia asks, perched on the kitchen railing watching you take Agotts ' measurements while Richeh helped Qifrey around the kitchen, a soft smile visible on your lips at the girl's antics. "If you wish so, of course love." Patting Agotta's head softly when you finished, a small blush on her cheeks from embarrassment, she quickly disappeared to her study again. "Coco you're next." Quickly you got to work, taking every needed measurement, she was quite small compared to Tetia and Agott, it's quite adorable. "Turn around darling." Following your instructions quietly, Coco's own mind spirals as you so softly take her measurements while talking to her.
"Huh? What's wrong Coco?!" Tetia suddenly chirps up, drawing Qifrey's attention to you who was cooking, while you lean over to look at the girl's face, tears streaming down her face as her hands roughly rub at her eyes. "S-Sorry.." Leaves her lips accompanied by a low sob, shaking her whole body. Tetia and Richeh watch, worried and confused, as you turn the girl around softly by guiding her shoulders, pulling her into your embrace. "Hush now, it's alright dear." Small arms move around your waist, clutching weakly at the back of your dress, as her tears quietly run. "There, there, I know you miss her." Qifrey moves over, crouching down to Coco before resting his hand on her head softly. Sobs wreck the poor girl's body as she continues to hang onto you like this was her lifeline.
"M-My mother is a seamstress too.. this just reminded me of her.." Understanding where her distress is coming from now, your hand reaches up to pat down her shiny hair. "It's alright, no need to be sorry or explain, it's okay to cry." Wiping her tears away now that they were slowly stopping, she nods, before throwing herself against you again. The warmth of a hug, of a motherly hug engulfing her like the sunrays of the first warm spring days. Without complaints you continued to hold her, till dinner was ready, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before taking a seat opposite Qifrey.
The evening continued on, the soft buzz of the day softly faded to a comfortable quietness as the sun and moon switched places, wrapping the place in soft moonlight. The girls fast asleep in their beds, Qifrey comfortable on your shared one with a book in his lap. Running a hand through your hair in front of the mirror, trying to get any small knots out before sleep. Feet carrying you to the bed, Qifrey lifts the blanket without glancing away from the book for you to crawl under the covers. Snuggling up to him now, head comming to rest on his bare chest, enjoying the warmth his skin radiates.
"Told you, you would like her." Smugness is evident in the white haired mans voice, as he marks the page he was on, putting it to the side before pulling you closer to his chest. "Please just shut up." Groaning, he sometimes became quite insufferable. "Make me." Rolling your eyes, you jokingly turn your face as he leans in for a kiss, an offended gasp able to be heard from the man. "Good night Qifrey.." Leaning up now, your lips meet his shortly before settling down against him again, his hand stroking a soft pattern against your back, you recognise as certain spell patterns, falling asleep against him content with the day and your current life.
synopsis: qifrey likes to talk you through it, but it gets worse when he can't stop thinking about breeding you right here and now!
word count: 1.3k
"mhm? don't worry, pretty i got you."
you could feel qifrey's accent reverberate in your skin as he placed kisses down your neck, soft whimpers escaped your lips in a hurry―you hadn't been able to take a second to breathe properly.
trying your best to relax when you feel his tip against your entrance. his hands grasped the soft plush of your thighs well, well enough to mark you up.
"come on, relax my dear. even jus' the tip?" qifrey's palms spread your legs a little wider, a cold wind breezed onto your wet cunt as he traced the sopping folds.
his thumb rubbing over your achy, sensitive clit. making you gasp all of a sudden, you shut your eyes from the sudden jolt of pleasure. he could only grin as he straightened his back. "just breathe f'me, okay?"
opening your eyes meant to see the prominent veins of his cock, and his size? fuck, it looked like it would hurt to have it inside you. his length was a nice shade of pink; twitching a little bit at the way your poor pussy wouldn't let him in.
wrapping a palm around his cock before pumping it a few times, he tipped your head up to look at him and to discard of the hands that tried so desperately to cover your eyes.
a low chuckle vibrating the room, "i promise i'll be gentle. you trust me, right?" canine biting his lower lip while resisting the urge to buck his up into yours, when you had mentioned no one ever touched you before him...
even if this was your first time, you swear you could spot the way the crimson on his cheeks hit just right, spreading from his neck and up to his face.
and now his tip was kissing more than just your folds, sliding it gradually up and down your drenched slit. the juices of your shy pussy slowly coated his shaft, keeping your thighs apart with a hand, one that laid beside his leg while the other was kept in a chokehold by the witch.
placing it onto his shoulder, he kept his hand teasing your sweet cunt, thumb keeping your folds spread open so the friction of his dick against your raw cunt would feel nice for the both of you.
it was cute how your face was singed dark hues, the same kind that would cover your cheeks spread all over your body. adorable, he muttered under his breath as he adored how your body reacted to his touch.
still, idly dousing his length in your cunt was his favorite part of this whole ordeal. a rhythm that could only be summarized as something only your favorite witch could do.
your mouth was slightly parted, you couldn't help it when even just the skin-to-skin contact was enough to make you come, he couldn't resist you any longer―
when he stops his motion of grinding over your wetness, slowly inch-by-inch he finally entered his shaft into you, his own eyes widen for a moment as he's swallowed by the warmth.
feeling yourself be so suddenly stretched around him, your back arched on instinct, a hand flying to your mouth trying to stop anything more embarrassing to slip out;
his voice brooked out of the quiet that only settled when you moaned, "don't... please- god, don't cover those beautiful noises of yours."
his thumb tracing small circles into your hips to soothe you, but you could feel how eager his length throbbed as well; so eager to thrust itself inside you, you tried your best to remain relaxed as you finally removed the palm off your mouth.
your hands falling idle to your sides when you hear the desperation in his tone, but that's the thing about qifrey...
slowly he moves his hips, "you like it, right?" you could only nod frantically, your eyes half-lidded as you looked at the scene before you. watching his shaft slowly sink into as it felt like you were slowly being torn in half,
"nnnhhaa! q- qif..." your moan was long, your back slowly arching as you let out a whimper of his name, and yet qifrey's voice huffs out all of a sudden, "it'd be... haah- a shame if i c- couldn't hear my baby, right?"
you had closed your eyes at the sudden contact of his tip now kissing your sweet g-spot, breath hitched as you bit your lip, you couldn't imagine that qifrey out of everyone had 'normal' strength, but you didn't expect his pace to be as fast as this, and grasp you like you'll fade in his palms.
it was hot how his biceps flexes whenever you bounced up and down on his cock again, was he even aware this was inhumane?
hours later, he's still complaining about how you're wasting his cum,
having you bent in a nice mating press, your knees touched your shoulder―you suddenly gasp at the fingers that pushed the remnants of his seed back into your poor cunt.
"h- how are we supposed to mmmn- give the girls another sister if you can't keep it inside?" his fingers were torturously long when they found an excuse to finger your after just getting you to come for the third time tonight.
it was mean, you could admit that... but could you admit that you liked it?
"guess y're jus' gonna have to fill me up again, qif..."
and it was like a switch inside him flipped.
his previously sensitive cock now is hard and twitching to be inside you again, "...repeat that again for me, sweetheart?" he was aware you were probably speaking from pure lust; cockdrunk if you may, yet you really did say it once more.
"mmmn, fill me up again, qifrey―please?"
before you knew it, your legs were already touching your shoulders again, on instinct he brushes the stray hair that fell over your face as the merciless thrusts of his dick drilled into you.
"goood god... [name] you shouldn't have― nnha... you sh- shouldn't have said that,"
it was more than just obscene the sounds that echoed throughout the room, a layer of sweat covered both your bodies when qifrey's head hung back from how well you took him.
"sh... haah, shouldn't have basically told me to... h- have another apprentice..." the veins in his arms were as clear as day the more he thrusted up inside you; "you're s... so mean, m- my love―" he muttered under his breath as his eyes locked back on your body.
"can... can i hear it again, pretty?" his head tipped as he looked at your face momentarily, adoring how fucked you looked right now, you couldn't even find the energy to find that the ache in your knees were even there.
"p-pleasef― qif, fill me u- up! mmmfgh!" your grasped at your numb legs when he started to ram into you faster, was that even possible?
his hands grasped harshly at the headboard above you, your head comfortably laid in the comfortable pillows. no matter how many sweet words he'd utter; you could clearly tell he's fucking you like he hates you right now.
"y- yes, mmmf! please, pleasepleaseplease― qifrey," nodding both lucidly and hurriedly, more moans left your throat the fast he went. your hands now clawing at the sheets beside the pillow you set your head on. "so... so dirty, i hate it- but i love you s'much, baby... i love you," it only worsened your loud moans when...
his fingers reached down to rub your poor, sensitive clit. going as far as to pinch it a little at your filthy little request. "i l―ooove... love y- you t'much to deny you."
"fuck, i love you, love you... i love you so fucking much―"
he only throws one more glance before he finally tenses. thick spurts of cum shot up inside you as your gaping cunt clenched down hard on him. you swear you could feel yourself ascending before quickly being pulled back down by the witch,
"w... woah..." you managed to mutter as he finally helps your legs down, now the joints finally stop aching.
pearly lines of white start to drip out of you as qifrey slowly pulled himself out of you. stroking your thigh to silently tell you to ease you. subconsciously starting to draw-
"qif, are you... drawing a spell on my thigh using your finger?" ― "oh, apologies, my love- you know... instinct."
Summary: Qifrey really shouldn't be bothered. You're a decorated inventor, loved by witches and Unknowings alike. Of course people are drawn to you. Of course that man across the courtyard can't stop talking to you. Of course Qifrey has absolutely no claim over you whatsoever. None at all. The two of you are nothing. Right?
Tags: Jealous Qifrey, Pining, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Unresolved tension, Olruggio is the only sensible one.
Warnings: None, I don't think!
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Qifrey really shouldn’t be surprised.
You’re incredible. You were a decorated inventor praised for ground breaking innovations in survival magic. From linked bottles for long-distance communications, to water purification spells, and even a self mapping lantern, you had made ripples in the realm of magic– no, you had made waves.
So really, Qifrey shouldn’t be at all bothered by the sight of a man, no older than himself, engaging animatedly in conversation with you. Afterall, how many times had he sat by and watched you engage in similar exchanges with curious witches and unknowings?
How could he fault them? He too was enamored by you.
But still, he couldn’t help the slow heat curdling in his stomach at the sight of just how close the pair of you were.
Perhaps it was the way you were responding to the man just as passionately, laying a hand over his arm in your own excitement. Or maybe, it was the way your head would tip back in delight at a joke he had said. Not Qifrey, him.
Qifrey leaned against the stone pillar, arms crossed tightly in front of him. He felt his lip curl at the sight of the man leaning in to whisper something in your ear.
Truthfully, Qifrey had no right to be upset. It wasn’t as if the pair of you were exclusive.
He shook his head.
It wasn’t even as if the man you were talking to was making any advances towards you. He was just an Unknowing, infatuated with the idea of magic. How could he blame him for that?
Qifrey breathed deeply in attempts to compose his firing thoughts.
Regardless, Qifrey was only here in town to support you. The girls had run off to replenish their supplies with Olruggio and how could he leave you all alone? What would you do if you found yourself stuck in a dreadful conversation with no one to save you?
The sound of your bright laugh pulled Qifrey out of his thoughts. He couldn’t help the slow smile that spread onto his face at the sound before he remembered who had drawn that sound from you.
Perhaps it was him that needed saving.
You laughed again, a tinkling sound as you looked away from the man, bashfully. The man grinned at the sight pointing back to your latest invention.
Qifrey wondered what he was saying to make you so shy. Presumably complimenting the sheer brilliance of your mind.
He snorted, childishly.
He knew you were brilliant far before any Unknowing did. Is that what you wanted to hear from him? Because he would tell you day in and day out just how brilliant he found you if it meant you would look at him as sweetly as you were to him.
He shook his head, looking down towards his slightly scruffed Sylph shoes.
Qifrey was being unfair and he knew it.
He wasn’t going to say that there was nothing between the two of you because that would be a blatant lie. But had the two of you ever talked about the buzzing tension between you? Had anything been acknowledged?
If you asked any of the other inhabitants of the Atelier you would get a resounding no. Honestly, Qifrey was starting to think that your little back and forth dance might be entirely too much tension for poor Tetia.
Still, an embarrassingly large part of Qifrey couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of your fleeting gaze meeting his teasingly, or your lingering touches, or your waggling brows when you whisper a slightly sexual innuendo to him, so close to prying ears.
But officially, the pair of you were nothing more than house-mates– co-workers, even.
Qifrey looked up from his idle feet to find your eyes already trained on him.
He blinked.
Almost as if you had read his mind you gazed across the courtyard at him through narrowed eyes and a sly grin. The man from before was still talking spiritedly to you, seemingly undeterred by your lack of attention.
Qifrey smiled back, cautiously. He knew that grin. That was the face that greeted him right before he found a broken vase or children running wild in the Atelier.
That was the smile he saw when you were about to tease him.
You turned away from him to look back at the tall man in front of you, though this time, Qifrey could tell you held no interest for what it was he was saying, spurred by a new task.
You nodded, idly, smiling with mock shyness as your hands moved to rest at the curve of his bicep.
The man almost inflated under the heat of your affection, puffing out his chest as he kept talking, face resting in a ridiculous smirk that Qifrey would love to just wipe off.
“You’re really not going to do anything about that?”
Qifrey jumped at the sound of Olruggio’s drawl to the left of the pillar he was leaned on.
He clutched his chest, in shock, “Where did you come from?”
Olruggio shrugged, still staring at you and the man, amused. “The Starry Sword.”
Qifrey looked down, scanning the ground for four busy-bodied girls.
“They ran off somewhere.” Olruggio supplied, simply.
He nodded his head back to you, casting a sidelong glance at Qifrey, “Now, what are you going to do about that?”
Qifrey leveled him with an unimpressed look, turning back to face you. In the absence of his attention, the man’s hand had traveled to rest at the junction of your hip and waist.
Qifrey felt his teeth grit together.
“They’re a grown witch.” Qifrey grumbled, almost against his will.
“They’re your grown witch.”
Qifrey’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing as he rounded on Olruggio.
“They’re not my anything!” He spluttered, face reddening.
It was true. You weren’t his. But gosh did he wish you were.
His flush deepened at his own accusatory thoughts.
Qifrey could practically feel Olruggio’s blasé look aimed at him as he allowed a low, annoyed groan to escape him.
“The two of you are hopeless.” He deadpanned, turning to walk back towards the market, “Come find me when you finally come to your senses.”
He paused before turning back to glance at Qifrey once more, “And Qifrey? There’s something special about them. Make sure you act fast before someone else beats you to it.”
Qifrey stared at the back of Olruggio’s retreating form, contemplatively.
synopsis . Trying to coax your usually gentle partner into fucking your throat whilst giving him head. content . afab!reader, somewhat established relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, face fucking, pet names, brat taming, praise, sadism, etc.
author's note: i need him so bad like pls. anywho, answering this request (kinda lol). banner from: “Kubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshi”
“Y-Yes, down your throat now. Oh my-, just like that. Perrrfect.” Qifrey couldn’t help the words that floated out of his mouth, a hand grasping at the top of your head tightly enough to reveal veins against his skin.
He tried not to buck his hips too much almost every time you sucked him off but it was difficult not to when your head was bobbing so vigorously, letting his twitchy tip kiss ‘n cling to the very back of your throat. He told you he had a stressful day, so all you wanted to do was relieve some of that stress for him—even though he typically advises against doing so adamantly.
You’ve no idea why he’s so keen on remaining stressed and pent up. Nor do you understand how the man goes on and on about how much he hates water and all things wet, yet he’s throbbing against your flattened tongue the moment you stick it out for him.
His wishes aside, all you longed for was to see that other side of him he tried so hard to keep hidden from those most dear. Though, Qifrey had a way of hiding all intimate parts of his personality from those he treasured most.
With the sole exception of sex, of course. While it did relieve some amounts of stress, it most certainly was too satisfactory of an act for him to indulge in with just anyone.
Which is where you come in—his pretty lil’ partner.
“Can you-, hahhh… p-possibly—fuck—slow down, my love?” Qifrey tried to warn you, his fingers taut atop your head as his the muscles in his thighs tensed and his desire to buck his hips upward increased. And yet, you merely lifted your gaze up to meet with his and then began to bob your head up ‘n down even quicker. “N-No, not faster. I-, hnngh.”
The hold he has on you suddenly steels and your eyes widen as you realize you’re hardly able to move. Qifrey’s mentally apologizing for the way he begins to thrust up into your mouth and push your head down to meet with each one.
“I cannot maintain my composure when you suck on me like that,” He huffs, lashes fluttering whilst his pretty face twists up in pleasure. Then he’s tilting his head to the side and casting a half grin down at you, “Fuuuck, you made me do this, y’know. S-Staring at me like that… god, you look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”
You felt your thighs clamp together tightly in an attempt at soothing the sudden ache his words spurred from your body. You weren’t sure if he realized it or not, but this was all you really wanted from him.
“Yeah? You like that, do you?” Sweat begins to build up against the smooth planes of his skin and he’s nearly irritated by it. So much so that he finally slips up and drops that gentle, kindhearted act of his, “Oh, I bet you do.” Your lips smooch down against his swollen base as he holds you in place—the faint tuffs of a white happy trail tickling your skin. “Tell me then, tell me how much you like having your mouth properly fucked. Come now, let me hear it.”
“Mmmph!” You mumble around him, batting your eyes up rapidly at him.
Qifrey chuckles. He did quite enjoy it when you tested him, and that feeling only doubled down when he saw you like this, “Still putting forth your best efforts even when—nngh… y-your mouth is all full of me. How cute.”
Your partner—never boyfriend, for reasons you’re entirely unsure of—gains that different shaded glimmer in his eyes all of a sudden. You relish in the feel of his dick drooling something pleasantly nasty down your throat and he seems to be delighted by the sight of it. That, and the sexy way in which you squirm in between his legs like you wanted him to be meaner to you or something.
“Slow, my love.” He tried to warn you, tried to apply pressure to your head and steady how quickly you sucked at his cock. “S-Slow down, I’m close.”
His voice was so delicate even as his orgasm approached and you found yourself moaning around his shaft as his tone wavered and pitched in reaction.
Then your hands met his legs and you gripped at him, lifting your gaze back up and swirling your tongue across every reachable vein he had to offer you. He wanted you to slow down again, but just like the last time, you refused to do so and proceeded to suck faster ‘n harder.
Things click for him right then.
“Ah? You want me to… oh.” His cock was throbbing all against the constricting walls of your throat and he knew you felt it. Even so, you still swallowed him in deeper and ignored how gags threatened to interrupt your actions. Qifrey found himself grinning, “You’d like to swallow it, would you?”
Naturally, you nod.
The witch before you was many, many things—but a complete pushover for you was not one of them. If you were going to actively disobey his orders of slowing down just to get what you wanted, then he was going to only allow your desires to come forth on his own terms.
Which is exactly why he holds your head as he pushes himself up to stand. You try to pull back as if you needed to breathe but your mouth is rapidly clogged by the length of his cock pushing forward in one, mean thrust.
His balls smack against your chin and he feels you whining around him as he grunts, “Naughty girl.” Qifrey readjusts his hands to the sides of your pretty face before letting out a soft sigh. Though, his calming exhale was rather opposite to the vicious look in his eyes as he began having his way with your mouth, “I do hope this-, hah… satisfies your fantasies well. Mmgh.”
You somehow gain the bratty nerve to try and wiggle your head away from his steeling grip and he seems to find that most humorous.
Cocking his head to the side and narrowing those rude eyes at you, “Still—keep still,” He groans, rolling his hips forward more thoroughly so that you could feel each inch of his cock twitch around your mouth. To his surprise, you manage to stop your squirming, and for that he smiles and says, “Goooood. Now swallow.” before cumming directly down your tongue.
When he soon pulls out of you, he’s left to watch gallops of saliva and his cum string between his tip and your lips. The sight should’ve been seen as disgusting, given how wet and sloppy it was. And yet he was still hard, still twitching in front of your face even as he panted to catch his breath.
It really was unfair how gorgeous of a partner he’d obtained.
He couldn’t help but want to fuck every drop of his frustrations out into you—especially when you were peering up at him with those glossy eyes of yours, looking as though you wanted to go again and again until he had his fill of you.
You move to wipe at your mouth, “Qifr—“
“Actually,” He’s cutting you off rather sharply, taking his dick into one hand and shuddering from the sensitivity of it before his feet shift his body closer to you. Then his other hand finds the top of your head and he’s glaring at you like you’re nothing more than some toy for him to make use of, “I quite enjoyed that.”
You blink once.
Qifrey had a tendency to focus on your pleasure most days, claiming that doing so is most enjoyable for him too. But you knew there was another side of him he wasn’t showing you quite yet, and apparently this was it.
His fingers disappear into your hair and his palm is nearing the back of your head. You knew he was about to absolutely ravish your throat based on the way he was holding onto you.
“Let’s go again, shall we?” Serves as the only warning from his plush lips. Then you watch him move his hand from his dick and to your jaw, tipping your chin up before he swipes a thumb over your cheek in awe. He hates water but it would be quite the sight to see it falling from your face all because of him, “Preferable until you’re crying… and after that, you’ll keep quiet about this. Understood?”
Qifrey had to make sure your silence was a given these days, seeing as you’d created a small habit of hinting at the intimate nights you experienced with him. And to make those matters worse, he’d found out that you shared these vague details with Olruggio of all people.
Hence why you’re pouting, “Not even—“
The witch cuts you off by nudging the hardened edges of his cock in between your lips all unevenly, letting his shaft gloss over your wiggly tongue and deep down into the back of your trachea—easily causing you to gag.
“You will tell no one about this.” He orders, yanking your head back so that only your lips are left to quiver around his tip, “Not a soul. Now nod if I’m understood.”
Obediently, you do.
Then his cheerful grin returns, despite that darkened look remaining present in his eye. “Good girl.”
Qifrey admits to you that he's never had an orgasm, and you offer to help with that.
In a bit of a drunken haze, Qifrey had admitted to you he’s never had an orgasm. He never had time to think of such things, but he would admit the shock on your face had him a little embarrassed, which was how he ended up in your room, in the dead of night, twiddling with his thumbs, and trying not to run back to his room. Pleasure was not a normal occurrence in his life, and quite frankly he wasn’t sure what to even expect. Sure, he had popped a boner on occasion, but he’d never done anything about it, just dealt with the discomfort until it went away. But you assured him, there was a much better way to deal with it.
What Qifrey had not admitted to you, was his attraction to you. To him, that felt infinitely more embarrassing than never having an orgasm. Especially if you didn't feel the same, he couldn’t imagine ruining your friendship like that. However, this seemed like crossing a line as well, but you suggested it and he was never one to deny you. You were a bit tipsy, and he really did plan to say no, but when you practically crawled across the couch and got in his face, telling him about how good you could make him feel; that was the first time he’d ever felt butterflies in his stomach at someone’s words, and well he wanted to find out more.
You walked out of your bathroom, entirely naked. His eyes widened, doing everything to look at your face and not your exposed form in front of him. He had seen you naked on multiple occasions, when you were trying on outfits for a night out, or simply just changing in general, you never cared, but this felt different.
“You can look, Qi,” You sauntered over to him, placing his hands on your hips, “It’s all for you anyway.”
His heartbeat quickened, his chest rising and falling in a rapid succession. You had given him permission, so why did this feel like an invasion of privacy? His voice caught in his throat as he slowly raked his eyes down your throat, to your bare chest. His breath hitched at your perfect breasts, nipples pebbled from the cool air blowing in from the cracked window. A wave of heat flowed between his legs, a slight twitch in his cock. This was different from the times this happened before. Before was an inconvenience, but now it was something he wanted to explore.
“If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me, okay?” You smiled up at him with your perfect teeth and your perfect lips, the ones he had thought about kissing so many times, but never in this context, certainly not, that would be indecent.
He nodded, allowing you to slide your fingers into the front of his belt and pull him towards the bed.
You sat on the edge, “Would you like me to take your clothes off?”
“I can do it myself,” He stumbled out, taking half a step back, the room suddenly much too hot.
“Okay,” You said calmly, not wanting to startle him, “Take your time.”
He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before removing his robe, hanging it over your desk chair. He took a deep breath, meticulously removing the rest of his clothing and folding it onto your chair. He was left in his boxers, one arm crossed over his chest and holding his bicep as if to try and hide from you.
You tilted your head slightly, “You don’t have to remove those yet, if you aren’t comfortable.” You smiled and Qifrey suddenly felt even more self conscious as your eyes raked over his exposed form, “Do you want to come sit?” You patted the bed next to you.
He carefully made his way to the bed, the mattress sinking slightly as he sat next to you.
“Can I sit on your lap?” You asked, not wanting to do anything without letting him know first.
“Um, alright,” His hands shook.
You smiled, lifting yourself before straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Is this okay?”
“Mhmm,” He mumbled, hands fisting the sheets.
“How about this?” You smirked, grinding onto his semi-erection.
He sucked in a breath, hands flying to your hips and holding tight. You froze, not wanting to startle him further, but the sheen of red that had taken over his face, and the ever growing bulge beneath you made you want to do it again.
“Can I?” You asked cautiously.
He nodded, arms shaking against you.
You rocked back and forth, a whine escaping Qifrey. He bit down on his bottom lip, “Uh uh,” You chastised, “I want to hear you,” Your hand snaked up his nape, curling into the back of his hair. Using your other to gain some leverage on his shoulders before grinding harder onto his bulge.
“Oh god,” Qifrey moaned, head falling forward into your collarbone. He had never felt anything like this. It was as if he wanted you to stop, but he would beg you not to if you tried. It was wrong, but fuck was it unbelievably pleasureable. Your nails raked against his scalp, almost in time with your hips grinding forward. An obscene wet noise filled the room as you sped up, your arousal coating his boxers and seeping through to his cock below, mixing with the pre dripping out of his red, mushroom tip. He had never wanted to feel something bare so badly, but that would mean removing you from his lap to peel off his boxers and he simply could not fathom that. Not when this felt so good, not when his cock was twitching, and something was building some immensely he wasn’t sure he could handle it, but he didn’t want you to stop. His hair was stuck to his forehead, glasses fogged as he breathed heavily into your shoulder, but you kept going. The prettiest noises and gasps falling from your lips. And he thought those were perfect, but what sent him over the edge was the breathiest moan of his name, your mouth mere inches from his ear.
A wave of ecstasy overtook his body, a warm liquid spilling into his underwear below. He bit down onto your shoulder, unknowing what to do with himself. You cried out, still rocking your hips, still chasing your own pleasure. But when you felt his cock stall underneath you, you stopped, not wanting to overstimulate the man, not yet at least, though you desperately wanted to finish yourself, tonight was about him.
“Are you alright?” You breathed out.
“That was,” He took in a breath, “Exquisite.”
You laughed, “Maybe next time you can put it inside.”
“Inside?” He lifted his head from your shoulder, tilting to the side when he met your gaze.
“Oh, Qifrey, I have so much to show you.”
A/N: I kind of want to make this a mini-series of first times with Qifrey
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ꫂ᭪݁ qifrey likes it when you're noisy, believe it or not. even better if you've been bad all day, so the ramming of his tip into you, carefully grinding against your g-spot before moving again to spread your thighs wider.
"sweetheart, you feel- t'good," words fell under his breath, a mere mutter in the fierce wind that filled the thick atmosphere.
"m'sorry... but you just sound- haah, too fuckin' adorable," having you laid out before him on the same kitchen counter he used to make delicious soup and whatnot for dinner. soft plush legs spread wide in the air when his hips meet yours once more.
he whispered apologies when you let out lewd moans filled with heat. "nnhhaa- q... qif-" your back arched off the table. a swarming haze of ustulation covered your half-lidded eyes. his zealous eyes roamed your body with greed,
accent dripped through his voice, even as he let out a mix of groans and whimpers under his breath. his hat had been tossed to the side a while ago, your hands fell weak on your own stomach;
a hedonistic look in his eyes grew when you let out more of your own sweet noises. "yeah? y're close, love?" pleased satisfaction was clear in his movements, the more he dug his length inside your snug hole.
"are you close, baby, mmmh? g- god..."
cautiously placing your leg over one of his shoulder whilst leaning forward. successfully pinning you to the wooden table securely, heavenly ecstasy right within your grasp when his strokes into you became shorter yet undeniably faster.
"whaah- qif... oh my go, qifrey, i swear m'gonna come!" a weak hand tried its best to cover up the small noises that left your mouth with each high pitched moan only raising higher.
your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body reacting on its own when qifrey leaned even further to place a bite mark onto the side of your neck.
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