He's charming and persuasive. A heart of gold and a kind smile. Who wouldn't be pleased to have caught the eye of the most beloved in the land? A lifetime of care and promise is yours so long as you vow to never turn away. xo yandreams
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Yandere Prince who does lean in to the "Prince Charming" persona that he developed accidentally. It's not his fault that he is kind to everyone and doesn't have a cross word to say. It certainly wasn't by design. That said, he won't let any advantage slip by him. In his quest to win your heart the more scholarly Prince realizes that his gracious reputation will only make him look better to you. He doesn't have hundreds of battles won in his name, but he is on good terms with each and every single one of his people. He is looked up to as a perfect leader and someone who will always do the right thing. Ideally these traits will make you think fondly of him. The best love stories begin with something romantic and he hopes that you see a whirlwind of passion when you think of him.
Yandere Prince that is ready to give you everything. As soon as you agree to be his he will have the best tutors and garment makers come meet you. You'll be dressed in an appropriate style that is complimentary to his. you'll have any and all the lessons needed for you to be successful by his side. He won't let you flounder and fail. When you take those first steps he will be there smiling as he watches you like you're the sun rising. All you have to do is promise him your hand. Vow to be his as he is yours. Once you do that everything can begin. It wouldn't do to present anything but a unified front to the people. They need to know that they can rely on you as much as they rely on him. You're going to complete the tapestry and bring a new era in to being. All of it and more is yours. So long as you're by his side and holding his hand.
Yandere Prince that wants you. He wants you so bad that he feels guilty. It's as if he must confess that the people are no longer his first priority. His Kingdom isn't the end goal. The light and love in his life is replaced by you. The way you laughed at his all too eager attempts. The softness in your eyes when you catch him watching from across the courtyard. It's the way that he pauses before speaking to crowds. Wanting to make sure you're there before he begins. You have become the center of world. He won't do anything to endanger his Kingdom. he isn't foolish or blinded by love. He just considers it an impairment in judgement at best. A minor lapse. It's expected that he dote and care for the person who will spend a lifetime by his side.
Yandere Prince who makes sure you're that you know the people that are yours now. He takes you on a grand tour of the Kingdom to introduce you to everyone. He wants to travel with you and this is as close as he will get to it. He can hold your hand and talk for hours about each and every place that you're visiting. He can tell you the history and obscure facts that he studied long in to the night. You laugh when he tells you how much time he dedicated to some of the villages on the far end of the Kingdom. Not believing that even a scholarly perfectly perfect Prince would take time to learn those details. He is a walking library pretending to wear a crown. It's a wonder he got to be charming when scholarly is so much more present in his life. It would explain the adorable awkwardness that settles when he realizes how long he has been talking.
Yandere Prince that wants to grant your every wish. If there is something you've always wished to have he is sending a courier to go fetch it. He wants to make sure that you don't regret everything you're giving up. He has seen Nobles get crushed under the weight of expectations and doesn't want to see his heart broken if it gets to be too much for you. He wants you to thrive. To be a leader by his side. He takes note of your favorites and makes sure that they're always well stocked. Going as far as to check the kitchens himself. He wants to know where everything is so that he could be the one to bring it to you. An excuse to spend just one more minute by your side. It's not that he doesn't want to spend the night with you. He's just not sure if he should. If he would be able to. Not until you invite him in.
Yandere Prince who reminds you every day of his promise. He may have to give his life for the Kingdom he was born for, but he will give his heart to you. His devotion and love will all be yours. You will be the one he checks everything with. His Kingdom owns him. He can never, will never, be free. He is okay with this. It's a hardship he has long learned to live with. it's why he spent countless hours studying. If he can do the best for his people, the you will live in safety. You won't have to fear the dread of rebellion or the pain of uncertainty. you won't be stuck watching the world go by without you. He will make it a life you want to live because he wants it to be a life you live with him. He can't leave and he will do his best to make sure that you don't want to. Why would you want to leave a place that has him.
Yandere Prince who fears the day that you decide your love isn't strong enough. That fear will overtake the delicate bond you share. That an outside force could sweep you off your feet and take you away. He doesn't want to lose you and knows he isn't for the battlefield. He prefers the safety of his Kingdom and the knowledge that he can keep you with him if he knows enough about you. In every romance novel he has read it shows that one wooing must be firm in their love. He has the conviction and might to back up the love. His heart is full and overflowing with how much he wants you. He wants your mornings and your evenings. He wants to feed you the first bite and listen to you walk around your new home. He wants to hear you talking to others and then smile at him. He wants the hushed secrets and late nights.
Yandere Prince that doesn't know what he would do if you were taken. He knows your safety is paramount. Not just to the Kingdom but to himself as well. He would never, could never, lock you away in a far off tower or hide you from others. He is not ashamed of his love and won't have you hidden away for only him. He could never deprive the people who have come to care for you all that you are. He would beg, plead, and do a lot of things that aren't fit for royalty. He would do it proudly with all of his love. He would do it to show you that it's a mistake to leave him. It's the wrong choice to turn your back on such a pure and untainted love. That together you can make it just like the couples did in those romance books he loves.
You and Qifrey had an argument the night before so you decide to dodge him any time he tries to kiss you the following day.
Today was a particularly busy one. You needed to travel to Kalhn to grab a few supplies and Qifrey wanted to tag along, but you thought it be best if he supervise the girls. You loved Agott very dearly, but you knew she had certain feelings about Coco and you didn’t want them getting into any trouble. As much as he understood your concern, that didn’t make him pout any less when you went to leave. The girls waving goodbye before taking their leave back into the house.
Qifrey smiled, “They’re gone,” leaning in to kiss you, except you turned your face so he could kiss your cheek instead. His bottom lip jutted out, pouting as he looked down at you.
“I’ll see you later,” You waved, ignoring your husbands face.
Truthfully, you both had gotten into a bit of a spat last night, but you weren’t outwardly angry with him, you simply wanted to tease him a bit. And since you and Qifrey had decided it would be best to keep your relationship secret from the girls, any chance you had a moment away from them, he would kiss you. So you decided you would dodge his kisses, though the sad pout on his face made you feel bad, you were committed. Even just to make him beg a little.
The trip to Kalhn was quite exhausting. You ran into a plethora of villagers who needed your help with tasks and you simply couldn’t deny them. Halfway through your day you were starting to regret not bringing Qifrey along as the tasks would’ve gone much faster. But nevertheless, you finished them all, and quickly snuck away.
You entered the atelier and your stomach growled as you turned to close the door.
“Sounds like someone is hungry,” Qifrey laughed, rounding the corner to greet you at the door.
“I was gone longer than expected,” You walked into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his waist, and holding him close.
He leaned down to kiss you again and you held back your smirk, swerving before his lips could lock with yours. However, before he had a moment to react, Coco and Tetia ran around the corner.
“[name!]” they squealed, squeezing your form.
“We made dinner!” Tetia smiled.
“Well I am starving,” You rubbed your stomach, following as Tetia held your hand to lead you to the kitchen.
You turned, your gaze meeting Qifrey’s and suddenly you felt horrible. His head was tilted to the side, a sad pout on his face with his eyebrows furrowed, the ultimate puppy dog eyes.
You pursed your lips and paused, “Girls, give me a minute and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” You took your hand from her embrace.
“Okay!” She smiled, none the wiser and going to the kitchen with Coco.
You turned to your lover, sauntering up to him, and wrapping your arms around his neck, “What’s wrong, baby?” You giggled.
“Is there a reason you’ve chosen to be cruel?” He peeked down at you, still pouting.
“Whatever are you talking about?” Your tongue poked out through your teeth as you smiled up at him.
He leaned down to kiss you again, but you turned just slightly, “That is what I’m talking about, my love.” He gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to stay in place before connecting his lips to yours. His pupils dilated as he pulled away, “I’ve been dying to do that all day,”
“So do it again,” You teased.
He didn’t hesitate, cupping your face and pulling you further into him. You both hummed into the kiss. You could admit, you’d missed him all day.
“I knew it!” Tetia giggled, jumping out from behind the wall.
You jumped, Qifrey holding onto your biceps.
“Were you spying on us?” You asked, sliding your hand to your hip.
“No,” She mumbled, looking at the floor.
“We all assumed you were together anyway,” Agott peeked around the corner.
“Are you all over there?” Qifrey asked.
“Yes,” Coco and Richie said, but didn’t come out.
You both giggled at their antics.
“Then I guess I don’t have to be secretive anymore,” Qifrey said, pulling you in for another kiss.
“Eeew,” The girls squealed.
You laughed into Qifrey’s mouth, “Alright let’s go eat dinner,” You interlinked your fingers with Qifrey’s and led him into the kitchen, preparing yourself for what you assumed would be four incredibly curious little girls.
A/N: I just wanna kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.
*Please do not repost, copy, or use any of my works to feed your AI*
startled, you look up from your book to see qifrey standing from the doorway of your bedroom; lips jutting and eyebrows furrowed, staring at the blob of brushbuddy resting on your stomach.
the corner of your lips twitch, resisting the urge to grin at his demise.
“what's wrong, love?”
he rolls his eyes, arms crossed in faux annoyance.
“calling me ‘love' when you have another in your arms? oh, the tragedy!”
“oh my god, you are so dramatic.”
finally, he drops the act and smiles softly at you, approaching the bed while taking his cloak off. he places the cloak on a hook stuck to the wall, before taking a seat on his side of the bed.
he reached toward puffpuff, a finger scratching against it's cheek.
“look at you taking my rightful place,” puffpuff glares up at him. “would you be so kind and rest somewhere else? i would love to have my lover back, please.”
watching with fond eyes, your heart flutters at the term of endearment.
puffpuff ignores the man, rolling its eyes and crawling up to your collarbone, where it snuggles its little head and curls up to rest. not before sticking it's tongue out at qifrey.
“oh, you fiend.”
“it's just like you, that's so adorable!”
qifrey raises an eyebrow, “oh? would you rather sleep cuddling something so small that you might crush it in your sleep? ooor would you rather cuddle me instead and be warm and cozy for the rest of the night?”
“look, it's white and fluffy!”
he sighs, before relenting at your teasing.
“you do have a point.”
“and it has your sass! it just doesn't filter it the way you do.”
“you think i'm sassy?”
resting the book at the bedside table, your hand brushes through his hair, cupping his cheek with the other to pucker his lips together.
“i think you're the sassiest. you just don't say it out loud.”
he's about to say something to refute, when you lean up to press a soft but fleeting kiss against his lips, rendering him speechless and flushed. his lips pursed, the sudden affection relinquishing whatever sassy comeback he was about to giveaway.
“i can't kiss puffpuff the way i do to you, though.”
“you've kissed puffpuff before!? now that's just betrayal at its finest!”
your sudden laughter startles the brushbuddy on your chest, waking it up in the process. it glares at you, before scurrying off somewhere.
“it's just a little peck on the top of it's head!”
A/n: He's lowkey clingy...Sleepy/lazy sex with Olruggio next??
Jealous sex with Qifrey doesn't mean his hips snapping against your ass at a brutal pace, or his touch straying far from the gentle touch you've become accustomed to—although his touch is not as tender as it was.
Jealous sex with Qifrey isn't him verbally degrading you or teasing you more than he normally does.
Jealous sex with Qifrey is him trying to find comfort in you. Every word that slips from his lips is a plea for security. When you try to hold your sweet moans from his ears, he grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, and with a pitiful beg, "Let me hear you. Let me hear the efforts of my love."
Qifrey's thrusts are paradoxical. Slow and sensual quickly becomes frantic and sloppy. There is no sense to his motions when he struggles to comprehend his jealousy. He's not mad at you, but the world itself. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he has no other outlet for these vile feelings brewing in his heart.
Jealous sex with Qifrey means a lot more marks around your neck that resemble the ring of the glyphs he's always making. They're scattered around your neck, shoulders, and inner thighs.
Kisses are deep and a fight you can't win. His tongue explores the crevice of your mouth, dominating your tongue in his yearning. His kisses go beyond just your lips. His lips trail down your body, taking your breast in his mouth while his hands feverishly knead at your skin. His touch isn't as gentle as it usually is. It's desperate. His fingers dig into your skin, kneading it between his fingers while his hips hump against you pathetically.
Every moan, whine, and cry is magic to his ears. He pleases you so that you can scream to the world that you are his.
"Tell me how good I make you feel."
"Don't be shy darling, let me hear you."
"I love you…I love everything about you…you love me too, right?"
Jealousy, sexy with Qifrey is comforting a man whose insecurity got the better of him!
⋆˙⟡ Forbidden Freaky Sex Magick with Qifrey ⋆˙⟡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs
Pairing: Sub!Qifrey x Dom Fem!reader
Divider credits: pixopix ✧˖°.
CW: MDNI please, short, sweet & FILTHY, manga SPOILER FREE (except Magic Council mentioned), Top!reader, Bottom!Qifrey, Qifrey is down bad & insatiable, slight BDSM (wooden plank), masturbation, oral sex, ass slapping, booty calls mentioned, marathon sex, subtle tsundere / daddy issues behavior from reader (Qifrey can’t help but dote on you), whimpering, role switching (suggested by Qifrey but doesn’t last), overstimulation, *inappropriate AF use of magic, spells & sigils, hiding from the young apprentices to relieve himself LOL *I apologize if I got any of the canon magic, spell or sigil terms wrong! I’m still catching up with the manga…
Sub!Qifrey loves the way you dominate him every time you assert yourself to get on top of him. He convulses uncontrollably whenever you thrust without giving him the time or courtesy to even breathe.
Sub!Qifrey eats your pussy just the way you like it: desperately and salivating with high pitched moans in-between licks as his glasses fog up. It’s as if you contain forbidden magic.
In fact, he always draws a ✨ special ✨ repetition seal which allows hot 🔥 air sigils to quickly defog his glasses the second they get a tad bit too hazy.
Sub!Qifrey takes it like a good bottom when you decide exactly when it’s time to speed things up, but he does politely remind you that he can only handle so much of you. Tough luck, babe.
Sub!Qifrey adores it when you’re in the mood to peg him. It gets him off so much when you come in from behind to dominate him.
Sub!Qifrey lets you ride him for hours until you finally give up in exhaustion, and you sometimes even let him kiss your little forehead while you roll your eyes. Though, deep inside you admit that you love it when he dotes on you.
Sub!Qifrey gets serious withdrawals when you don’t call him during the week for a booty call, and it gets to the point where he actually uses his own magic to draw out sigils all over his study that recreate specific situations you’d both be in to selfishly satisfy himself.
He’s either using a wooden plank that is manipulated with a drawn repetition seal (yet again) on it & imagines you are the wooden plank slapping his behind OR he’s using a simple spell where he’s stuck inside a thick enough soundproof cloud so he can jerk off thinking of you & whimper as loud as he wants to in peace. His little apprentices often wonder on those specific days where he’s gone off to… “Master Qifrey, are you there?”
Sub!Qifrey surprises you one day when you do meet, suggesting that you two should try switching roles for one day just to see how it feels. You quickly reprimand him by slapping his ass and remind him exactly where his place is. You watch him pout cutely and see a glimpse of his lip quivering with pleasure.
Sub!Qifrey begs you to overstimulate him whenever he finally reaches his climax. It’s never enough for him. He always needs more. If there were a way to convince the Council to officially regulate magic that could enhance his sex life, he would do it in heartbeat, but he just wasn’t that type of man. He’d rather do it in secret like a gentleman. It gets him off more that way.
The air around the atelier felt charged these past few days. Neither of you willing to admit what was hanging around. Qifrey thought he ruined things, perhaps asking to kiss you was a cataclysmic mistake, you had seemed more nervous about it than he had initially thought you would be, and that made him a bit afraid. But if you had felt anything close to the way he felt when your lips touched his, well maybe there was hope for things after all.
Though you seemed a bit more awkward around him, Qifrey noticed the way you lingered more, not as chatty as you once were, but simply wanting to be in his presence—and he didn’t mind it as he quite enjoyed your company, preferred it actually. You hadn’t made any advances towards him, and he wasn’t sure when was the right time to make one himself. He wanted to touch you, he actually found any excuse to, brushing a hand across your lower back when scooting past you, grabbing a stray leaf that had fallen in your hair, touching your hand when you made dinner together and he was passing you the vegetables to chop, anything to get you to notice him, to gauge some sort of reaction of where you both stood.
You on the other hand, were a wreck. This started out as you helping your best friend experience his first orgasm, and now you couldn’t look at him without knowing exactly how his lips felt on yours. You had imagined it for years, thinking it would never happen, and certainly not thinking it would be as good as it was. Sex was something you were able to distance yourself from, using it as a way to feel good and it being nothing more, but kissing, the thought of it always made your heart race, where you were concerned that was the more intimate act, and doing it with Qifrey was a dream. One you thought you’d have to wake up from, so you tried to avoid him, but your feelings betrayed you each and every time.
You wanted to be near him, wanted to hear his voice, his breathing—those soft whimpers fall from his lips again. You would have to broach the subject eventually, but you still had things you wanted to show him, and he still wanted to learn, so you could push those feelings aside and focus on the physical aspect of it. Focusing on that was easy because every time Qifrey touched you—which you’d noticed he’d been doing more recently—it set your skin on fire, a wetness pooling between your legs, one you swore you’d never experienced before. Perhaps it had to do with the feelings for him, but each time he grazed your lower back, you’d have to clench your thighs together, or bite your lip when he skated his hand over yours when handing you vegetables for dinner. You wanted him to touch you so badly, you were willing to beg for it, something you didn’t typically do, and you would much prefer coming from him. You were discovering a side of you that you didn’t even know existed and it was a bit scary, but you supposed there’s no one you’d trust more with it than Qifrey.
Finally giving in to your desires, you sought him out in his room the next night. You knew that if you gave him enough time, he would come to you again—considering he couldn’t keep his hands to himself there was no way he was going to last much longer, but you simply couldn’t wait. The moment you raised your hand to knock, losing your edge and deciding it was better to go back to your room, the door swung open, Qifrey standing on the other end.
“Oh, [name], I was just coming to find you,” He jumped back a bit.
You swallowed, “What for?”
“Well it seems you had something to say to me first,” He inquired.
“Um,” You looked down at the floor, you were not supposed to be the shy one about this, what had gotten into you.
“Hey,” Qifrey gripped your chin, lifting your face to look at him, “Are you alright?”
There it was again, the fire igniting through your veins when he touched you. Your neck craned a bit to look up at him, the concerned look on his face making you fall even further in love with the man in front of you, but you came here for pleasure, for a way to try and forget about the feelings bubbling up inside of you. You wouldn’t acknowledge them until they were ready to burst, and you would do everything in your power to make sure they never did.
“I’m fine,” You tried to turn away, but he had a tight grip on your chin.
“You look flushed. Are you sure you aren’t feverish?” He lifted his other hand to your forehead.
“I feel fine, Qifrey,” You assured him, “I just,” You paused.
“Just what?” Qifrey finally let go of your chin.
You took a deep breath, you were the experienced one here, you could take control of the situation, “Would you like to touch me?”
Qifrey blinked, looking startled, “Of course I would, but—“
“Good,” You cut him off, dragging him to his bed before he could say anything more, before he could ask if you wanted this, because you did, you really really did, but you weren’t ready to admit just how badly.
“[name], hold on,” He stopped in front of his mattress, looking down at you still holding onto his wrist, “Are you sure you’re alright?”
You looked tense. Qifrey wanted you to want this, almost as much as he did, but he didn't want to push that if it wasn't something you were interested in. He could live with these little moments with you, no matter how tortuous they became--if they ever did because quite frankly all he had been experiencing was immense pleasure.
But now he wanted the same for you. He wanted to give you that feeling of bliss you had given him multiple times now. He simply didn't know how to go about it.
"I'm fine, Qifrey. It's just... been a long day." You sighed.
He knew you were lying; he could feel it in his very soul. But he knew not to push, you were quite like him in that way; you would come to him when you were good and ready. And he wanted to be delusional for a moment longer, to think that you came to his door to seek him out for the same reason he was about to come to yours--to feel that connection once more, even if it was only on a physical level.
"What would you like me to do?" Qifrey asked.
You mentally thanked him for not pushing, but also for giving you back control of the situation. Control that kept you grounded, kept you from spiraling further into something your mind wasn't ready to accept.
"I'm going to remove my clothes and lay on your bed, if that's alright?" You asked, hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt, "You don't have to remove your clothes if you don't want, though I would like to see you."
Without waiting for his response, you removed your clothes with haste, and knowing how Qifrey was, you set them nicely on a chair close to his bed before climbing onto his soft comforter. Qifrey had removed his outer robe and pants, leaving him in his boxers and undershirt--not that either of those items--which were incredibly tight--left much to the imagination, especially not since you had seen it all already.
Your mouth watered at the sight of the prominent bulge in his boxers, loving how easily your naked form affected him. Lying on your back, you prompted Qifrey to join you on the bed, spreading your legs to allow him to slot between them.
Except, Qifrey froze the moment you opened them. He had seen your cunt, seen the way it glistened when you bent over, but this was a whole new perspective for him. His cock twitched in his underwear, and he swore he could've come at the sight alone of your pussy pulsing onto nothing. Slick dripped out of your hole, wet, and oh so ready for whatever you had planned for him to do to you. It was in this moment, he wished he had more experience, because he would love to ruin you the way that you do him, wanted to watch you fall apart. He licked his lips, having no idea what you were going to have him do, but he prayed to whomever was listening that you would bless him with the opportunity to taste you.
“Qifrey,” You pulled him from his trance, “Are you alright?” You fluttered your lashes and he could’ve swooned right then and there.
“Yes, sorry,” He crawled further up the bed, placing his hands on either side of your hips, “Just a bit entranced.”
“By what?” You asked, the room suddenly feeling a bit too hot.
“You, of course,” He smiled down at you.
You swore under your breath. He looked so perfect, pupil blown wide with a glassy sheen covering the expanse of his eye, a slight pout to his bottom lip, and his bulge pressing into your inner thigh; and he was waiting to pleasure you, waiting for you to give him directions. Oh he was going to be the death of you.
“I want to touch you,” He whispered, “But I don’t really know how,” His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed and you really wanted to lift up and bite it, but he wanted you to guide him.
“Do you feel comfortable using your mouth, I don’t want to—“
“Yes,” He blurted out, immediately turning a deep shade of red, “Please.”
You giggled, “I was going to say I don’t want to force you to do anything, but clearly that’s not the case.”
“I have—um—been dying to taste you,” He admitted.
“Well then,” You cleared your throat, trying to remain composed over his admission, “Do you want me to fully guide you, or do you want to try it out and I can tell you what feels good?”
“Can I try?” He breathed out.
“Of course, neither answer was a wrong one.” You smiled, running a hand through his hair.
You guided him down your body, sliding his arms underneath your thighs to lift your legs over his shoulders. His face was mere inches from your core and he was panting, staring at it like a dog you had just given a bone.
“Is that comfortable?” You asked, laying back on the bed, unable to look at the expression on his face anymore for fear you’d confess how much you loved him—like this and in all other ways.
“Mhmm,” He hummed, “Are you okay?”
“I’m good, yeah. I’m ready whenever you are, but take your time.” You said, though it did not fit how you felt.
You needed him to bury his face so far into your cunt that you would feel him in your throat, you needed him to be sweating and dripping with your slick. You wanted to be a crying, shaking mess, and have him baby you afterwards, but he wasn’t ready for that and well neither were you. This was your situation to control right now, you couldn’t afford to lose it, or you might say things you’d regret later—or maybe ruin something you weren’t ready to let go of.
Qifrey took a deep breath, almost groaning at the smell of you alone. Shoving his face into your pussy, he didn’t make a move to open his mouth yet, he simply pressed his face into your slit and breathed deeply. Your cheeks reddened, it’s like he was scenting himself with your cunt, trying to brand the smell into his nostrils so he’d never go another day without it.
Removing his face a mere inch, he flattened his tongue, licking a strip from your hole to your clit. Your body twitched, breath hitching at the feeling. Qifrey moaned like he was the one being pleasured.
“Was that okay?” He asked, still insecure in his actions but wanting you to feel good.
“Yes,” You breathed out.
“Okay,” He gulped.
You had expected him to be nervous, hell you were nervous, but you needed him to do more.
It was as if Qifrey could read your mind, while he was absolutely terrified, he was ecstatic to be between your legs. He had been dreaming of this moment. So before he lost his nerve, he dove into your cunt, lapping at your slit like it was his last meal. Kissing, sucking, licking, anything he could do to pull a noise from you. He listened intently, each time he would kiss your bud you’d gasp, a moan would slip when he would suck and twirl his tongue around it, and when he felt more confident and started fucking his tongue into your pretty little hole, you about lost your mind, hands flying to grab at his hair.
And he loved every second of it. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted you to fall apart the way you had done to him.
“Qifrey,” You pulled him from his thoughts.
“Yeah, baby?” He asked.
You froze at the nickname, and his cheeks blushed.
“Um sorry, I uh—“
“It’s okay,” You laughed, “I wanted to say—um—you can use your fingers too.”
“Use my fingers?” He slid an arm out from around your thigh, “Like inside?”
“Yeah,” You giggled, “Like inside.”
“Okay,” He breathed out, staring down at your glistening cunt.
He circled your hole with his fingertips, listening for your noises that told him he was doing a good job; the way you gasped as he eased inside of you, your breath hitching when he pressed against your gummy walls, a particular spot inside of you that had your hands flying to the sheets and gripping tight. Qifrey observed and learned which of these actions were affecting you, feeling the way your cunt clenched around him with certain movements.
Then he put it all together. Attaching his mouth to your clit and circling his tongue while he sucked at the same time with his fingers grazing along your walls, looking and feeling for that spot that would have you crying out while also feeling good along the way.
“Oh my god, Qifrey,” You moaned out.
You had moaned out his name. The exact sound he wanted to hear from you. His movements fastened, feeling you pulse and clench around you, your breathing quickening, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath you took. Hands fisted in the sheets and a sheen of sweat covering your chest.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d done this before. Precise fingers hitting spots inside you even you were unaware of. Places that had you crying out in pleasure, back arching off the bed as a cloud of lust fogged your brain, making you crave more, making the coil in your belly tighten and wind until all you could focus on was Qifrey between your legs, the man you adored and treasured, sucking away at your clit and thrusting his fingers so perfectly you were going to fall over the edge and drown in the pure pleasure flowing through you.
“Mm—mgonna,” You hadn’t been able to get anything else out before you fell over the edge, barely able to warn him about your impending orgasm.
Qifrey’s eyes widened as your body convulsed below him, moans and whines falling from your lips so beautifully he could die happily knowing he had the privilege of hearing it even once. He continued his movements inside you, knowing how good it felt when you moved on him as he was finishing.
When your cunt stopped spasming around him, he paused, looking to you for direction once more. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving, but feeling oh so good.
Qifrey felt like he had just accomplished a great feat, like this was exactly the thing he needed in his life. Knowing he was the one to have made you feel that way made pride well in his chest, and watching it with his own eye made it all the better.
“You can remove your hands now,” You said.
“Oh right! Sorry,” Qifrey eased his fingers out of you, sitting up on his knees, “Did I do good?”
You smiled, lifting onto your elbows, “Yes, that was… really good. You’re sure you haven’t done this before?” You giggled.
“Never. And I’d prefer to never do it with anyone else.”
Your cheeks blushed at his confession, watching the way his chest rose and fell, looking just as affected by your arousal as you had, perhaps even more.
“Not even by yourself?” You asked.
“Not sure I’d even know how,” He confessed.
“You see what feels good. Testing things, like you just did with me.”
“Will you show me?” He breathed out.
You gulped. You already felt like this was getting into dangerous territory. Already worried about blurting out the feelings you so desperately wanted to conceal, and yet, you were going to give into his request. If it meant you go to touch him again, you would give in every single time. Even if it was only physical, even if he didn’t feel the same.
“I think we can arrange that.” You smiled.
A/N: I think there’s only going to be two more chapters to this lil mini series and I can’t wait to write those. I have plans for our babies.
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Qifrey took a deep breath. He couldn’t believe he was back here. Well, actually yeah he could. You had both been a bit tipsy with your last encounter and he thought that would make things awkward, but it didn’t. You went back to acting as if everything was normal between the two of you, so who was he to act as if it wasn’t. Except he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Your plush thighs straddling his lap. Your cunt grinding down on his cock. The pretty noises that came out of your mouth. He had never struggled this badly with his emotions in his life. And when you mentioned trying again and getting to be inside, he couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to ask you, but each time he saw you walking around the atelier in your little shorts, it took everything in him to not get on his knees and beg you to touch him, to help him with the ache between his legs.
He never touched himself. He had never done it before so why would he do it now? But the thought was there, though he wanted you to do it, to show him how it’s done. But more than anything, he wanted to kiss you. He was too out of it last time to get there, but he wanted to know what your lips felt like against his.
You walked out of your bathroom, a towel wrapped around your form, wet hair hanging past your shoulders, “Hey, Qi,” You smiled, walking to your dresser, “What’s up?”
He couldn’t take his eye off of you, the way your body swayed as you walked, the water dripping down the column of your neck onto your chest and being soaked up by the towel. He was already tenting in his pants at the thought of seeing you naked again. He told himself he wouldn’t ask, and yet here he was, at your door, ready to beg.
You dropped the towel and his breath hitched, raking his eyes down your body. Watching as you bent over to grab something in the bottom drawer, your glistening cunt on full display. He couldn’t hold back the groan that left his lips, a red hue immediately covering his cheeks.
You straightened back up, turning to face him with a smirk evident on your face, “Did you want something, Qifrey?”
The way you said his name. Oh god, he wanted you to say it again. He wanted to hear it fall from your lips while he was inside of you, breathless as you once were. He was thoroughly fucked, his cock now achingly hard between his legs.
He took a deep breath, trying to dissuade the dizziness in his head, “I do.”
You crinkled your brows, “What do you want?”
You bounced a bit on your feet, your breasts jiggling with the movement and fuck if he didn’t wanna touch them, suck them, nip them, anything to get his mouth on you. When had he become such a pervert?
"Qifrey?" You giggled, "I can't read your mind."
He cleared his throat, prepared to throughly embarrass himself—again, “Will you touch me?”
You smiled, sauntering your naked body over to him just as you had done before. Placing your palm flat against his chest, it sent a shiver up his spine.
“How would you like me to touch you?” You peered up at him, a wicked smirk on your face.
“Um,” He gulped, “You mentioned something about being inside?” He twiddled his thumbs.
You stood on your tip toes, brushing your mouth against his ear, “Do you want to be inside me, Qifrey?” You whispered.
His cock twitched, his voice almost stuck in his throat, but he willed himself to speak, “Yes,” He paused, “Please.”
“Well since you asked so nicely,” You giggled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him over to your bed, “Would you like me to undress you?” You smiled.
“You don’t have to, I can—“ He went to stand, and you grabbed his arm.
“I’d love to actually,” Your eyes glimmered and he swore he could finish in his pants from the sight alone, “If you’re comfortable with that, of course,” Your tongue slid out to wet your bottom lip and he so badly wanted to pull it between his teeth.
He gulped, “Okay.”
You practically jumped up from the bed, unclipping the front of his robe and pulling it over his shoulders. Sliding the top of his outlayer over his shoulder before undoing his belt with what felt like practiced ease to him, the garment falling to the floor. He tensed for a moment, and you picked up the item, folding it and setting it down on the table behind you. “You wear too many layers,” You laughed, him still left in his pants and undershirt.
“I don’t like to get cold,” He commented, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Please don’t hide from me,” You eased his arms apart, lifting them into the air so you could remove his shirt, “You’re still okay?” You checked in with him.
“Yes,” He nodded, suddenly feeling a bit out of breath.
“Good,” Your fingers trailed under the hem of his shirt—goosebumps littering along his skin at the contact—lifting the shirt over his head, sliding his arms out before also folding that piece and setting it aside.
You looked in his eyes for any reservations from him before removing his pants, the outline of his cock straining against his boxers.
“Looks painful,” You teased, a smirk donning your face.
Qifrey really wanted to hide at this moment, cover himself up, and run away, but he was also so turned on by the look in your eyes—you staring almost hungrily at his cock.
“We are going to need to remove those for this next part,” You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, “Unless you don’t want to.”
“I do,” He said much faster than he would’ve liked, definitely sounding a bit desperate—but how could he not be when you’re staring at him like you want to eat him alive, and when he was so willing to let you, “I can take them off.”
“Okay,” You smiled, taking a step back, but not removing your eyes from him.
Qifrey felt exposed, left entirely barren underneath your stare, and yet he’d never felt so alive in his life, crackles of electricity sparking underneath his skin at the thought of what was to come. He took a deep breath, stepping out of his boxers and depositing them with the rest of his clothes.
“You’re so pretty, Qifrey,” You breathed out, almost drooling at the sight in front of you.
Qifrey’s cheeks were on fire, hands balling into fists at his side—you asked him not to hide from you and he was doing everything in his power to fulfill that request.
“Will you lay back on the bed for me?” You asked.
He stepped backwards, the back of his knees hitting the edge of the bed, allowing him to sit back and scoot up the mattress. At this point, a deep pink blush had tinted the entirety of his porcelain skin, which quickly turned to a deep red when you crawled onto the bed and hovered over him. His cock twitched, leaking milky white onto his exposed abdomen.
“Is this alright?” You asked.
“Yes,” He laughed, “I’m okay, you don’t need to keep checking in with me.”
“Qifrey, I know you very well and unless I ask, I don’t think you’d tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” The stare you gave him bore straight into his soul.
“Well you didn’t have to put it that way,” He chuckled nervously.
You smiled, “Just speaking the truth,” You turned your body slightly, “I’m gonna touch you now.” You warned, not wanting him to have any surprises—well not that you didn’t have a few in mind.
You gripped the shaft of his cock, listening as he sucked in a breath, his hands fisting the sheets below. Placing one hand on his chest to balance yourself, you rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds gathering your slick and moaning as it dripped down his shaft.
Qifrey was already a mess below you, knuckles white from how harshly he was gripping the fabric of your bedsheets, jaw tensed, and eye closed as he was holding his breath.
“Breathe, Qi,” You cooed, panting at the feeling of his cock nudging your entrance.
“Feels soo good,” He finally breathed out, voice a shaky whine.
You giggled softly, “I haven’t even put it in yet,” And as if that was warning enough, you eased his cock inside—just the tip, pausing to feel the stretch of him, to hear the whimpers falling from his lips, his eye still closed but lips parted as he panted.
Qifrey was doing everything in his power to remain composed, he wanted to feel all of you, but the way you were squeezing around his cock head had him so close to finishing already. He knew you wouldn’t judge him, but he wanted you to feel good too, and if that meant holding on just a little longer, he would hold his breath and grip your sheets until he blacked out and his knuckles cracked from the force.
Instead of pushing him further in—like he thought you would—you pulled the tip out with a slick pop before pressing it back in. His eye rolled into the back of his head, the feeling of your tight, wet, heat sucking him in once more was driving him insane. Then you did it again, and again. He wanted more, needed more, the way you breathily gasped each time he breached your entrance, he wanted you to be louder, wanted to feel you fluttering around the entirety of his length.
And when you did it again, he whimpered, the head of his cock already so sensitive, tears brimming at his waterline, “Please, more please,” He whined out.
With a smirk on your face—having Qifrey exactly where you wanted him—in one swift motion, you sank all the way down, bottoming out his cock in your tight cunt.
“ahhhhh—FUCK,” Qifrey cried out, hands flying from the sheets to grip your hips, “Don’t move,” He begged, squeezing the skin beneath his hands.
“Why not?” You teased, rolling your hips ever so softly.
“Wait!” Qifrey whimpered, gripping you even tighter, “I’m gonna—“ He squeezed his eye shut as you rocked once more, his cock twitching inside, mouth parting as he cried out your name, shooting ropes of cum into your sweet cunt.
You paused, waiting for him to catch his breath, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.
“I’m sorry,” He apologized.
“What for?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.
“I wanted you to feel good too,” He panted.
“I felt good, Qi.” You assured him.
“But you didn’t—“ He wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say.
“Finish?” You giggled, “It’s a bit different for me. I’ll show you next time, how about that?”
“Next time?” His eye widened.
“If you want,” You smiled, “Or do you think you can keep your eye off me as I walk around the atelier now?”
“Not a chance,” He chuckled, staring at your lips as you smiled, pushing aside his embarrassment one more time for the night, “Can I kiss you?”
“You want to kiss me?” Now it was your turn to blush. It wasn’t that you hadn’t thought about it, but you were just helping him out, right? Helping him to—geez what were you doing—but kissing him, that felt intimate, more real than his softening cock still inside you.
“Unless you-um-you don’t want to,” Qifrey swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“I never said that,” He was supposed to be inexperienced one so why was your heart fluttering at the thought of kissing him, attaching your lips to his—the ones you had spent an embarrassing amount of time looking at.
You leaned forward, balancing yourself on his chest. Hovering just above his face, waiting for him to move, to do something. His eye looked from yours to your mouth before meeting your gaze again. He removed his hand from your hip, cradling your cheek. You leaned into his touch. He lifted his head, attaching his lips to yours.
It was sloppy and unpracticed, but entirely Qifrey. Bolts of electricity shot through your body, your hands finding home against the sides of his head, your chest flush with his. It was everything you had never experienced in a kiss before—the feeling they tell you about with a first kiss, the way they portray it in fairytales.
Qifrey was feeling much the same, though neither of you were going to admit it—not quite ready for that yet. But as your lips moved in sync, finding your own rhythm, Qifrey realized how very fucked he was. The more your mouth melded with his, the more he knew just how unbelievably and unconditionally in love with you he was.
You both pulled away, out of breath, cheeks blushed, and something hanging in the air that you simply weren’t ready to discuss.
“So there’ll be a next time?” You panted.
“Absolutely,” Qifrey smiled.
A/N: You all kept saying we were deflowering Qifrey and I kinda love that term so I had to run with it. This mini-series has now not only turned into first sex things with Qifrey, but apparently falling in love as well, or already being in love and realizing it and figuring out how to deal with it lol.
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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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Qifrey's good at hiding and smiling through everything he needs to. The facade is there for a reason. So it feels a little strange to get to kiss you so often now that you're properly settled into the Atelier. Sometimes he gets a little distracted, and what's supposed to be a stolen kiss ends up being him holding you there hostage for kissing properly.
It doesn't matter for the most part since Olruggio is in and out of the place, but sometimes he forgets that his girls have the keys and they too are in and out of the house.
Cue his current issue.
Qifrey's got you half melted against him, licking his lips as he pulls back for air, and he's halfway into kissing you when the door clicks, and chattering stops when it swings open.
The girls freeze in place, and Richeh is the one to speak up.
"Did we... come at a bad time?"
Qifrey wipes his mouth with a handkerchief, turning to face his girls as you push him off of you, sitting down at the table to catch your breath.
"Told you it was a bad idea."
"Hi girls." He smiles, and the four of them blink.
Coco threw her hands over her eyes second she caught a glimpse, and Tetia's got stars in her eyes that Qifrey thinks is going to become a barrage of questions. Agott, well.
"Could the two of you not picked a better place?"
"Qifrey's fault."
You're quick to throw him under the bus, laughing as you stand up to dust your skirt off.
"I'm hurt, love."
"To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Tetia fires a round of questions at you, hopping over, and Qifrey tends to the other girls as they ask how things have been.
Well. Considering that they caught the two of you kissing like that, things can't be bad at all.
Qifrey despised water, and that was a fact everyone in his atelier knew.
Going as far as to mastering water spells just so he wouldn't have to deal with the element, the man's hatred for water seemingly had no end. You weren't blind to the dirty looks he'd shoot the vapor bubble whenever he'd tilt it a little too much, resulting in a bit of water getting on him. You also noticed that whenever he got too close to a river, he'd lean away from it while a slight frown would be present on his lips.
You also noticed his detest for the rain.
The only time you could recall him standing in the rain without a rainflinger seal to keep him dry was whenever Olruggio attempted to turn in Coco to the Knights Moralis, but as soon as Qifrey was able to convince Olruggio that the matter of Coco could be discussed inside, he was quick to dry off while mumbling about how irritating the rain was.
Aside from that, there was always a bubble around him to prevent the rain from touching him.
You never quite understood his hatred for water, for he's never informed you of the exact reason as to why he despised it. You could assume all you wanted—guess that it was because of the cold temperatures or the way that water made your clothes stick to you like second skin—but you were convinced you would never know the true reason for his hatred, and you were content with that. If your lack of asking for an explanation made him comfortable, then you would live under the idea that you would never hear of the true reason as to why Qifrey hated water.
"It's raining!"
A familiar voice pulled you out of thought, and you peered away from the kitchen window to look over your shoulder.
Tetia was leaning to the side—likely from looking over you so she could see out the window—and Coco and Richeh were beside her.
Coco had an excited expression while Richeh looked up at you, and the "Is it a storm?"
"I wouldn't say a storm," you replied as you looked back over at the window, "but it is raining quite a bit. I haven't noticed any lightening or thunder, though!"
"Do you think we could go outside?"
You turned around to face the girls as you looked at Coco, and you thought for a moment before speaking. "I don't see why not, but you might want to ask Qifrey, first."
"Ask me what?" On cue, the man walked into the kitchen—a soft smile on his face when the girls perked up and dashed over to him.
"Master Qifrey, it's raining!" Tetia exclaimed, and Coco followed with her own excitement.
"Can we go outside?! Please!"
In unison, all the girls looked up at him before saying "please," and Qifrey held up his hands while chuckling. He looked up at you in slight confusion, and you grinned with a tilt of your head.
"Please?" At your taunt, Qifrey playfully narrowed his eyes at you before looking down at his apprentices.
"You all have studied quite hard today, so I suppose this would make a good break, but I don't want you all staying out there for too long. I don't want any of you to catch—"
"AGOTT, WE'RE GOING OUTSIDE!"
Tetia ran off to go find Agott, and Coco and Richeh followed her with laughter while Qifrey let out a sigh.
"A cold."
You snickered as Qifrey finished his sentence, and you walked over to him before taking his hand into yours. You gave his hand a squeeze, and he copied your action as he turned his head to kiss your cheek.
"Are you going outside with us?" You questioned, and you tilted your head to catch his lips. He hummed at your action and lifted his free hand to cup your cheek, but whenever he pulled away, he had a grim expression.
"You don't have to."
"But you all are going out—It would be rude for me not to join." He replied to your words with a smile, but you watched his shoulders slump as he leaned towards you. "But it's also pouring."
"Then why not use magic? Isn't there a seal you use to keep yourself dry?"
Qifrey went quiet as he peered over at the window, and you looked at him for a second before speaking.
"You want to join us." Your emphasis earned a nod from him, and you smiled as you let go of his hand. His arms fell down to his side as you held his face, and he leaned into your hands while you spoke. "The girls understand that you don't like to get wet, Qifrey. If you're worried about them being upset, they won't be."
"I never join you all, though. I just stand there like—like some boring, old man!"
"You are an old man."
Qifrey frowned at you, but it turned more into a pout as your thumbs caressed his skin. "I don't want to be boring."
He pulled away from you as he slowly walked over to the window, and he started to mumble. "I just worry they think like, 'Look at Master Qifrey! He's so boring! He's a boring, boring old man'—Why are you laughing?!"
You snorted as you lifted a hand to cover your mouth, and you looked away while your shoulders shook. You could practically feel Qifrey's wide eye staring at you, and when you looked back at him, he was staring at you with a frown.
"It's just that you're worrying for nothing! They adore you, Qifrey..." You strolled over to wrap your arms around his neck, and he placed his hands on your waist before resting his forehead against yours. "But if you're worried about it, you could always try to join us."
You felt him tense, and your hands trailed to his shoulders as you gave him a pat. "It's just a thought. You don't have to do anything you don't want to..."
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "But know that whatever you choose to do, I'll be there."
As Qifrey opened his mouth to reply, you heard the patter of footsteps, and you pulled away from Qifrey to watch as the girls entered the kitchen.
Agott was muttering about how she wanted to study, but once Tetia shot her a frown, she let out a sigh and crossed her arms. Coco walked up to you and held out your robe.
"I grabbed this for you!"
"Thank you, Coco." You took the robe from her before putting it on, and you gestured to the door. "Are you all ready?"
Tetia beamed, Coco nodded, Richeh gave you a thumbs up, and Agott shrugged, which was good enough for you.
As soon as you took a step, the girls were already heading out the door, and you gave once last look to Qifrey before walking out and closing the door behind you.
"Is he not coming with us?"
You looked down at Richeh, and you shrugged. "He might join us in a bit. For now, why don't you go join the others?"
She nodded before walking over towards the girls, and you followed them while occasionally looking back at the atelier as it grew farther away. You hoped Qifrey would join you and the girls, but you also understood if he didn't.
You looked forward and stopped walking as the girls ran around in the rain, and you ignored the way the rain drops hit you. The girls laughter was all you heard until Tetia stopped and looked behind you, lifting a hand to point as the other girls stopped, too.
"MASTER QIFREY!"
You turned around to look at where the girls were looking, and you grinned once you noticed Qifrey walking over to you all.
Without a bubble around him.
Qifrey stopped to stand beside you as he waved to the girls, and he glanced over at you. "Hello, love..."
"Hi, Qifrey."
You leaned forward to kiss his cheek, and you watched as his face flushed. He smiled until he felt a hand tug at his robe, and he looked down to see Richeh staring up at him.
"We want to go jump in the puddles." She said as she pointed towards the big puddles that formed on the grass, and you watched Qifrey's eye widen as he slowly nodded.
"Alright, then..."
Richeh then proceeded to grab his hand and lead him towards the puddles, to which you followed and grabbed his free hand.
He looked back at you while you squeezed his hand. "I told you I would be there."
And with a smile, he squeezed your hand back as you both followed Richeh.
Being held in his arms with him quietly sobbing, whispering "I'm sorry" over and over again and pressing his shaky lips against your forehead after erasing your memories for the x time after you started suspecting something, quietly praying for you to never forgive him because of the health problems the really frequent memory erasing brings you. The painful migraines that keep you awake at night because of the stabbing pain inside your head, often making you cry and shake from the pain, wanting to scream from frustration because nothing is working no matter what you do and trouble with remembering the smallest things, but he can't allow himself to get the comfort of someone knowing because he knew very well that if you knew, you would do everything in your power to try to help him; he wouldn't forgive himself if he burdened you with the truth he's carrying so carefully hidden deeply inside his heart, silently praying for the day he will be able to hold you in his arms without the painful throbbing of the roots threatening to sprout from his body.
Imagine how hard it would be to get Qifrey to go to bed.
The man is incredibly stubborn—stubborn enough to the point where he'd rather continue with his own decisions instead of getting proper sleep.
So, the process of getting him to do so much as get into bed is rather hectic.
You'd often find him slumped at his desk, writing down something while you'd occasionally hear him mumble under his breath.
Whenever the floor creaked as you entered the room, Qifrey wouldn't even look up from the papers before speaking.
"I'll be there in a moment, my love...I'm finishing something for the girls."
He had said that every time you entered the room for the past hour, and previously, you had given him a bit more time. You adored how much he cared for his apprentices, for he went as far as to jotting down advice to give them about specific things they needed to work on.
But if you kept giving him more time, that time would only feed more into the night before you'd be granted with the sight of the sun rising and a very tired Qifrey.
You never had to say much whenever you decided it was time for him to rest. All you had to do was walk towards him and stand there before he'd let out a sigh, and he'd slowly rise from his chair before moving to stand in front of you.
He would then wrap his arms around your waist, and as soon as you place your hands on his shoulders, he's leaning most of his weight against you.
He'll mumble about how you should carry him and take him to bed, and if you protest, he'll look at you with a dramatic sad look.
"Well, why not? I'm certain you could do it..."
So, you might literally have to drag Qifrey to bed. You're certain you might've woken up the girls a few times with your strings of complains and struggles as you attempt to move Qifrey, but don't you dare use profanity. Qifrey would be quick to acknowledge that the little ones might hear.
You would eventually manage to get Qifrey into bed, only for him to pull you down onto the bed with him while refusing to let you go.
And after all of that, he'd have the audacity to call you stubborn.
A small game with your beloved – nothing could go wrong, right?
Pairing: Qifrey X fem! Reader
Synopsis: When you want to test how many kisses you can give your lover before he snaps (kinda suggestive at the end?)
It started innocently. You were bored out of your mind; you finished all of your chores, and Qifrey was too busy with the girls to pay any attention to you. You didn’t blame him; he was a teacher and had his responsibilities, but recently he was neglecting you a little, and whenever you two wanted to have a moment for yourself or even give each other a small kiss while passing, someone would interrupt you two with something urgent. You weren't mad at the girls or Olruggio for needing him, but you started to feel a little lonely and frustrated due to lack of attention. You weren’t clingy, but you also had your needs and wanted even a tiny bit of his uninterrupted attention all for yourself. So you decided to play a small game with him without him knowing.
The first kiss got placed after breakfast. Qifrey was standing next to the sink; much to his displeasure, it was his turn to wash the dishes after the meal. He was standing with his back turned to you, humming softly. You slowly peeked from the wall and looked around to make sure you two were alone and nobody could interrupt you. You slowly approached him pretending to act innocent while he was busy with the chores. He looked at you from behind his shoulder to see who entered the kitchen and smiled when he saw you. You stood behind him for a few seconds before gently tapping his shoulder. He hummed in acknowledgement and turned his attention to you. You took the chance and grabbed him by the collar and gave him a kiss on the lips. His eye widened in shock, and before he could process what just happened, you moved away and smiled at him innocently before leaving. Leaving your stunned lover with his own thoughts trying to process what just happened.
The next kiss happened while the girls were studying with him outside. You two were sitting with the girls on the hill practising new wind spells. Qifrey was sitting on the grass with his legs crossed, with 4 little girls intensely listening to his every word, and you, who insisted on going with them, were sitting next to him, waiting for the right moment. When Qifrey finally finished explaining the task, the girls got to work and started discussing what kind of sigils they needed to draw to effect what their master wanted. They all were a bit farther from you two and completely consumed by their own little world. And you decided it’s a perfect occasion to place the next brick. You gently took his hand in yours, and when he looked in your direction, you got up a little and placed a small kiss on his cheek. He straightened up a bit, but before he could say anything, the brush buddy they brought with them got caught by the wind and got sent flying by the failed spell. The girls along with you two got up to save the poor buddy. Who was rapidly getting higher and flying faster at a very high speed. Luckily the creature was saved, but the poor little thing was scared to death and required a lot of hugs and treats as a compensation.
In the evening the same day you decided to sit and relax a little. You were sitting by the fireplace under a blanket reading a book with BrushBuddy on your lap, gently stroking its fur. The flames danced slowly in the fireplace, providing pleasant warmth and a soft light in the living room. Qifrey sat on the couch, reviewing the spells the girls had prepared earlier. There was no one else in the room. His students were in their rooms, getting ready for bed, and Olruggio was in his room working on another commission. You looked over your shoulder and decided to tease him a little bit. You slowly closed the book and moved it aside and placed the BrushBuddy on the pillow nearby after giving it a soft kiss on its little head. You slowly got up. You slowly walked up to your loved one from behind and hovered over him, looking at his face. He looked up from the sofa and gave you a small smile. He closed his eyes, and you used the chance you got to kiss him on the lips. Previously you planned on giving the kiss and moving away, but your liver had other plans. When you were about to move away, he grabbed the back of your head and pressed your head against his, running his pale slender fingers through your hair, deepening the kiss. After the previous shock you happily gave yourself over to caress; after a few seconds you moved away to catch your breath. He looked you in the eyes and was about to say something, but Coco and Tetia ran into the room panicking and asked you to help them. You quickly agreed and left your lover on his own once again with more questions than answers.
A few hours later, while walking down the hallway to your room, completely exhausted in the complete darkness, when you were about to grab the door handle of your room’s door, someone grabbed you by the shoulder and quickly swept you away into their arms. You were about to scream but got silenced by someone’s cold hand on your mouth, and when the other person moved away, you heard a whisper.
Don’t make a single sound… You don’t want to wake up the girls… Right, darling...?
His voice was low and had a slight tune of suppressed all day frustration in it.
You were teasing me all day... Don’t think it’s my turn to have some fun, hm?
He leaned down a bit, trapping you between the wall and his chest. He took your chin into his two fingers and made you face him before he leant down and kissed you, leaving no room for protest.
It's going to be a really looong night.
Now you've learnt your lesson to not tease your lover unless you’re ready to bear with the consequences later.
☆Summary: You suddenly call him by his name instead of any kind of nicknames and Michael panics.
◇Word Count: 0.4k
》 I promise I'm working on the next chapters (4k+ and 3k+ words respectively), i just keep on getting ideas. Not proofread and ending kinda got lazy
If there is one thing that Michael learned to fear in the relationship, it would be the rare anger he would’ve incurred within you, his usually tolerant fiance.
“Michael, can you help me out here?”
He and his brothers immediately looked over to you from where they had gathered on the couch with matching alarmed expressions before turning to him with questions in their gazes.
“Mikey, what did you do to your lady?”
“Full government name? You’re in trouble.”
Michael quickly crosses the distance between you, ignoring his brothers’ concerns and teasing remarks as he takes the rest of the groceries from your arms to bring it to the kitchen.
You sounded calm but it felt like the stillness before the storm. Michael started looking back into the past few hours since you both woke up that morning to find an instance where he triggered this silent anger.
“Baby? What’d I do?”
The furrow in your eyebrows deepened as you placed the paper bags down with a huff.
“What do you mean, Michael?” You ask him with a quirk in your eyebrow, voice sounding a little too neutral it unsettles him.
“Why are you calling me, Michael? What did I do? Is this about the fries on the fridge? I didn’t eat them.”
He could remember you saying clearly that you don't want them anymore as you put it back in the paperbag. Michael was doing the right thing by eating it rather than let it rot forgotten in the fridge, although he would not admit it to you.
“There is nothing wrong, why are you being weird?”
“Call me Mikey if there’s really nothing wrong.”
“Mikey. Michael, what is—”
“Mikey.” He repeats, intonating every syllable back to you. “You’re calling me by my full name.”
“I wasn’t initially pissed off but I’m getting there, sweetheart.” You warned him with a sickeningly sweet smile and he realised then that you weren’t holding any heat behind his full name, and his fearful expression melted into relief.
He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him.
“Okay, I'm sorry. You called me by my full name and I panicked.” He tells you, placing a haste kiss on the tip of your nose.
Cw: Mild vanilla smut (proper smut in part 2), sexual tension, french kiss?.. fluff, baking, teasing, bra mentioned.
“Drawing complex spells until dawn definitely took a toll on you, will Qifrey’s baking make your aches go away?”
English isn’t my first language so apologies for any mistakes!
Author’s note: I locked in with this fic, bc my first fic was horrendous :’D (I wrote it at 3am)
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Rays of dewy light shine through the white curtains of the master bedroom, peacefully awakening you from night’s rest. A faint aroma of cinnamon floats inside from the slightly ajar door, cinnamon rolls perhaps? After taking a minute to take in your surroundings, you notice Qifrey’s side of your shared bed empty. Though not unusual, as he wakes up before sunrise to prepare for the day ahead. Crawling to the other side, you bury yourself into his duvet. Inhaling the scent of pine with a hint of vanilla. Rising up from the comfort of your bed seems impossible, like a invisible force is lulling you back to a deep slumber. Your eyes feel heavy as sleep slowly takes the win, leaving your duties to be a future’s problem.
Being once again awakened by light shining on your eyes, this time much harsher daylight. You quickly scramble to cover your eyes with the duvet and groan from the sun blinding you. You rise up from the warm bed and stretch every nook and cranny possible. Staying up until dawn drawing complex spells definitely took a toll on you, the aches on your neck being a constant reminder. Your gaze lands on the desk you share with Qifrey, full of discarded papers and ink stains. Taping the ink bottle to a piece of cardboard would prevent it from spilling all the time.. Laughter and chit chat can be heard from the kitchen, intrigued, you make your way downstairs. Arriving in the kitchen you see the 4 girls munching on freshly baked cinnamon rolls, steam still rising from the baking tray.
“Ahem.. Shouldn’t you let the goods cool down?” You inquire and chuckle, as the girls look quite startled at being caught. “Ye- yes! But they were too tempting..” Coco chimes in twiddles her thumbs. “But please don’t tell master Qifrey.. He spent hours making them, we wouldn’t want to upset him!” Richeh mumbles and looks at you with pleading eyes, while the rest nod along. Footsteps approach the kitchen and the girls quickly scramble, leaving you as the culprit.. You sigh and quickly figure out an excuse to save the girls from a long boring lecturing.
“Oh hello dear! You finally woke up, did you have a peaceful slumber hmm? Qifey smirks and pecks you on the cheek. You don’t even have time to respond, before Qifrey is staring dead silent at the half empty tray. “What happened to half of the cinnamon rolls I made?..” Qifrey turns slowly to look at you, certain that you’re the culprit. “I have no idea, it was probably Olruggio..” you chuckle nervously and act busy by organizing the spices. Like it would help at all, since the kitchen is always in pristine order. “Olruggio is out of town, you remember right?” Qifrey smirks like a bastard and approaches you. “Fuck, right..” you mutter and squeak as you feel slender arms wrap around your waist. Qifrey nuzzles his head into your hair and traps you against him and the counter. “You’re covering up for the girls, aren’t you?” Qifrey mumbles next to your ear “I tried you save them from your boring lectures!-“ you gasp and shudder when Qifrey teasingly bites your neck. “My boring lectures? Someone has to teach them manners!” He laughs and trails his fingers inside your blouse and upwards towards your bra clasp. “Maybe I have to give you a lecture later about lying to save someone else..” Qifrey purrs and pulls your shirt slightly. “Not here! The girls could walk in at any moment.” You blurt and turn around to face him. “Wouldn’t want that..” He sighs and releases your bra clasp from his grip, while whining dramatically. You roll your eyes lightly and smirk. “Our mandatory duties have to be done first.” You state while leaving Qifrey’s embrace. “Did you prepare today’s spell stability practice?” You switch to a more casual conversation, though actively having the need rub your thighs together at Qifrey’s pouty face. “Of course! You should by now know I’m always prepared.” Qifrey smiles and heads to the living room. Chuckling you follow him, while sneaking one cinnamon roll to munch on.
After tucking in the girls, Qifrey heads towards the living room to finally have a moment with you. Hearing him approach, you crane your neck and gawk at the gorgeous man in front. Warm light from the fireplace framing his tall slender body. You stand up to snake your arms around Qifrey’s waist and nuzzle your face into his fluffy hair. Trailing your hand up his back and twirling a few strands of hair between your fingers makes him shiver, forming goosebumps all over. Qifrey holds your chin with his slender fingers and kisses you agonizingly slowly. “How long has it been since we got a moment for ourselves?..” Qifrey mutters in a husky voice while his kissing turns feverish. “Ages..” you chuckle and gasp when Qifrey pick you up by the thighs. You continue kissing him while he’s walking towards the bedroom. He nudges your lips with his tongue for permission, making you moan into him. Both of you are breathless as you separate your lips, a string of saliva between them. Qifrey gently places you on your back and climbs on top. The view making a coil form at the bottom of your stomach, hair sticking to his forehead, glasses fogged up and the tip of his ears are a petal pink. “May I?” Qifrey tugs at your blouse and smirks as you eagerly nod. Slightly sitting up and helping him pull it off, he’s greeted by a stunning lace push-up bra, black base and pink shimmering flower lace. Qifrey is left speechless and doesn’t even notice when you tug the straps of his undershirt. You start unbuckling them, when suddenly someone knocks at the bedroom door and you both freeze up. “Shit.. I’ll go get it..” Qifrey sighs and straightens his clothes on the way to the door.
At the door is Tetia and Agott, fighting about who gets to dress up brushbuddy on its birthday.. “But I have better outfits for brushbuddy, you have no sense of style!” Tetia blurts out and crosses her arms. “What a pitiful excuse, isn’t that right master Qifrey?!” Agott snaps and rolls her eyes. Qifrey chuckles desperately and rubs his temples. “Girls couldn’t you argue about this tomorrow.. it’s quite late..” He crosses his arms while inquiring. “This is important matters! So no.” Tetia sighs dramatically and glares at Agott. “If you both don’t go to sleep, no one will get the right to dress up brushbuddy..” Qifrey states in an annoyed tone and leans against the doorway. “Ugh! That’s not fair!” Agott whines. “Good night to the both of you! Also I really recommend learning to read the room.” Qifrey smiles and shuts the door.
The house quiets down once again and Qifrey walks up to the bed. “Now about that lecture..” he smirks and starts unbuckling his thigh straps.
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Proper smut will be in part 2!
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