Heidi: This one is just for a goofy read! Elbert is more wholesome than anything. I hope you enjoy!
William
~ First, are you doing this in public? BECAUSE WILLIAM WOULD BE SO DOWN FOR THAT!
~ Holy shit, imagine the Monarch on a dangerous mission, both of you enjoying each other's company at the fancy party. Will is so focused on gathering information, he doesn't notice your hand secretly raising up from behind. Of course, you don't want to humiliate him and ruin the mission that was already going smooth, so your hand did a quiet pat on his lower ass cheek. The face that William made…was one you were never going to forget. He was shocked by just the feeling alone, his head slowly moving to your direction. The silver queen had to process what just happened, and for a second you thought this was finally a boundary that was crossed. "William? O-oh I'm so sorry if tha-" Before another word can be uttered from your lips, his face changed to a wicked smirk, his eyes teasing your soul with such a sensual stare. Did his little robin want to play? Such a needy girl; his knight was wanting to be more sinful and he will gladly comply.
~ William's love was juicy, dripping with life that only you could drink. His body is yours to play with, but that also is the same for his beautiful robin. "Don't be shy about your needs. My knight can protect me from behind if she so well pleases <3" Because this is in public, or maybe you get embarrassed by such a scandalous touch, it takes a while for your confidence to build back up. His patience can go for hours, but William's desires were wanting to be met at the exact moment. Your soft hands was what the monarch wanted, and nothing was going to get in the way of his addictions. He may not do drugs like Liam and Alfons, but goodness your love is something he could go to rehab for.
~ Don't be surprised if he gets a bit excited about the new touching. You're standing next to your lover in the corner of the dance party when William whispers seductively in your ear, his light breath brushing against your cheek. "I don't think you understand the sickness you planted inside my mind. Touch me now" It was not that hard to make the Red Queen lose his own head, and you didn't even need a sword in order to make it happen!
Alfons
~ This has to have happened because the bitch rage baited you. His teasing was so bad, it just made the MC snap!
~ Now, honestly, you slap Alfons in the face quite regularly. His butt was just a different location. The plan to do this was set in motion after he humiliated you in front of the previous target, during yesterday's mission. The way he was just so confident and suave made an annoying itch never go away from your skin, so it was finally time to wipe that smile from his sexy face. This was going to be one the mirror would never forget. If you did it too soft, than he would just laugh and toy with his prey once more. This prank was going to have to be swift and hard, though a bit of worry snuck inside your mind that he would hate this. Hiding against the wall of your boyfriend's room, next to the entrance, you wait until Alfons appeared from his usual visit at the bar. He mistakenly didn't look to close the door and stepped a bit forward, letting the sight of his behind fully show in your direction. The sound…of your hand going against his ass…could probably be heard across the damn hallway.
~ When a moan gasped out of Alfons's lips, it was like time stopped for the both of you. He did not just…take pleasure from such pain! Flush and shock was plastered all over your body, and Alfons could tell that this was not part of your prank. At first, he was appalled, nothing could have prepared him for such an out-of-pocket slap…but it intrigued the man to understand why. Did he like it? Of course he did, and the sheer force in the hit could make him beg for more.
~ "Have you come to punish me? Oh, how dreadful to know I was being such a bad boy <3" His disgusting smirk said it all, the prank backfired. Alfons was liking the attention, and he was going to do more than kisses tonight. Worst part? You were hiding behind his door, and now with it closed, Alfons has cornered you against the wall. This is normally the part where the mirror blames himself for naughty moments like these, but this time, you know it was all your fault for being in such a messy situation.
Elbert
~ No, you didn't do this as a prank. It wasn't a slap either. Elbert has been through so much in his past, you wanted to make sure that he was comfortable with any love you gave him.
~ When the Elegant Queen wanted to go on a date, strangers were complimenting him left and right. This didn't really make you jealous, more annoyed than anything. People weren't feeling shame to just get so close to your lover, sometimes completely ignoring your presence. Elbert wasn't doing to well, having a bit of an uneasy look in his eyes, so the date was cut short. He blamed himself for such a troubling event, apologizing to you in his room after a nice shower. "I should apologize, this was suppose to be about you…maybe tomorrow would be nicer"
~ The urge to show how much you care for him grew, wanting to hug his body with a thousand arms. Asking him if touching his body would be alright in the moment left the man a bit surprised. No matter how many times you ask, Elbert always says "Let my craves for your warmth…be healed." Hugging was always a lovely gesture, but because of your height, your arms wrap around his waist or lower hips. The Queen went a bit crazy when your hand slightly grazed his rear, making him hum as a response. A few minutes of a lovely embrace got him to ask a question he never asked before. "Can…you test something with me? It is…a little weird…" With your cute face showing curiosity, Elbert's hands guided yours over to his lower back and right onto his butt. His hypothesis was that it wasn't going to feel anything pleasant from such a place.
~ Turns out, it was quite the opposite. The way you felt so loving, the warmth of your hands in such a place was comforting. Any other person doing this would have made Elbert sick, feelings of guilt and uneasiness would pulse through his mind. Now, in the present time, knowing the robin was his, was heaven to sense your touch. This didn't feel sexual, nor did it feel greedy. Elbert could tell that this was caring, peaceful, and passionate. The feeling of being important and cared for, was overwhelming his mind and you started to see tears form around his beautiful eyes. At first you were panicking from such a strong reaction, but his hold tightened around your smaller frame. "This…is nice <3"
CW: explicit content, smut, MDNI, nsfw, piv sex, vaginal sex, mention of blood and vomiting.
There is some spoilers added for the plot so whoever haven't read his route, please read this fanfic after completing it.
Audience: female reader
Age: Alfons 27 y/o, Kate 31 y/o
Thanks guys for the wait!!! I was so busy, my waist hurts for all the works 🙂. And what was worse, I wasn't in a mood for writing and you guys know how important it is 😅. I am really sorry for this delay.
Anyway, Enjoy!
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I was on the bedside of Alfons, my boyfriend (?), and was constantly drenching a piece of towel, placing it on his forehead. Alongside with it, I was fretting and fidgeting.
The day before was the prologue of today. And that realization hit me to my core.
(This all happened because of me.)
The day before was the prompt of this situation, as I said before.
Yesterday, myself, Alfons, Lord Elbert, Ellis and Jude had went on a mission for checking on a smuggling site that was rumored to smuggle gold and diamonds. It was just a check-up mission, but in the end it turned out a fight of Crown versus smugglers. And then—
As Jude was flicking away on the foreheads of culprits, a shadow crept towards him from behind in his ignorance. I was in a corner as I was not of that use in fighting. But when the shadow was approaching him, I could not hold myself anymore.
(I need to save him—or at least warn him!)
I ran out to the shadow, pulling out my pistol from beneath my skirt. I didn't hesitate as I grabbed the man's collar from behind, thrusting the barrel of my pistol just behind his back.
The man froze and I shouted to Jude, hoping his attention.
As Jude kicked the man's groin and flicked on his temple, the man immediately went to sleep. I turned to return to my place when a bulky man dashed out, aiming me.
(Crap!)
He had something in his hands like a club or anything that he held it high in the air. I darted away, out of his reach as Ellis appeared apparently from nowhere, brushing his palm over the man's head. The club fell to the ground immediately, just like the man, who was now bound in invisible ropes in a praying gesture.
I sighed in relief, when I heard an yell.
"Miss Kate!"
The shout was like behind my ears and I jumped in the place. Hastily turning around, I heard the sound of metal slashing flesh. Once. Twice. And my vision was filled with crimson, blood splitting on my cheeks.
(What the—)
My eyes went wide with shock, as I spotted a frame and raven-colored hair before me. Alfons was standing there, facing his back at me, and something before him tumbled on the ground.
Or someone.
Alfons was holding his sword in his hand, clearly he had used it on the falled man. Blood dripped from the sword, dark-red spattering on the ground. He turned to face me, a plastered smile on his face, sheathing his sword in its scabbard.
"You are quite in the spot-light today, aren't you?" He commented in a honeyed tone, but I could detect a twitch in his expression.
My gaze fell on his right arm. Slashed with sharp metal, his coat was jarred and dark fluid was obvious on the silky black fabric.
(Oh NO!)
"Alfons! Your arm!"
"It's okay, for this moment. You can fawn over it all you want when we are finished with these pests," his hand that was not of his injured arm reached to touch cheek, wiping the blood reassuringly.
"But—"
I tried to protest, but stopped. Situation is dire. And it is needed the most everyone can get out of this alive.
Though I was reluctant, I nodded.
When everything settled down, we got out of the area. Each one was taken care of. So I took hold of Alfons and walked with him side by side. I had tied my handkerchief on his cut before. Now it was time of us creeping out to the castle under the darkness.
As we were distancing ourselves from the scene, the man in my hold suddenly tumbled on the ground.
(!!!)
"Alfons!"
I cried out, bending down on the ground with him, unable to bear the load.
He fall on his knees as he hurled, his vomit splattering on my blouse.
I would have been so, so much happy if it was the fluid of his tummy. But...
It was blood.
"Al?'' Lord Elbert dashed to us, panicking.
"Al!" Ellis also joined.
"Huh? What the hell?" Jude seemed taken aback, too.
But Alfons passed out in my embrace, like he never noticed the desperation in our voices.
*************
We carried Alfons to the castle, panicking. Roger examined him, conducting several tests. Alfons would have been complaining endlessly for his treatment, and I missed that the most.
When the tests were finished, Roger frowned, as a premonition of bad news. I bit my lips.
"Roger...Alfons is..."
"Haah... The cut is not that deep but it damaged his artery slightly. But what is the most concerning is the blade slashing his arm was poisoned."
(What?!)
"P-poisoned...?"
"Yeah. The damage of artery is not serious but all the symptoms is of poisoning."
"W-what should we do now?"
"We need to extract the poison from his body. I will think of an antidote. I hope the poison is not a strong one."
"Oh god..."
"And he needs caring. Like make him vomit continuously and taking care.Who would—"
"I would!" I screamed, totally overwhelmed.
Roger smirked, "Then lil lady, good luck."
***********
And therefore, here I was, treating Alfons. He had a fever and shallow breathing, and my anxiety grew with each passing moment.
(God, please...)
Time passed, the clock ticking. I desperately treated him, endlessly placing pad on his forehead and wiping his body with wet towel. But the fever didn't seem to go down, and his breath seemed more ragged.
The noon passed, now is afternoon. I was practically fidgeting.
(Please...let there be an antidote...)
I was praying in desperation, when I heard a knock on the door.
"Kate, I am coming in..." The door opened and Liam poked his head through.
"Liam!"
He got in in the room, closing the door behind, "Any progress?"
I shook my head, sighing, "No..."
"Oh..." Liam seemed sad for the news, but said, ''Kate...you didn't eat anything for whole day, right?"
I realized I was practically fasting for the day, "Oh...yeah, you are right."
"But you need energy! I have brought some desserts for you," he lifted his hand in the air, a paper bag in his hand, "Please, eat?"
(Oh, Liam...)
It was so kind of him. I felt guilty to refuse, so I agreed.
Just as we were diving in to eat the desserts, the door of the room burst open without warning.
"Eek!"
"Whoa!"
Roger came rushing in and the dessert in my hand fell on the plate.
"R-roger!"
"Roger...? What happened?" Liam was shocked too.
"Big news! I made the antidote!" A big grin spread across his face. His eyes had black spots. Clearly he didn't sleep last night.
The news required time to digest.
"Really?!!!!" I jumped out of me seat, forgetting all other things.
********
Alfons was given the antidote immediately. Apparently, Roger had tested its efficiency beforehand. Though I wondered how he determined its safety so fast, I didn't question him. There were a lot more to worry about at the moment.
After giving him the antidote, Roger told me to keep a watch, as there was not much to do except pray and hope for his recovery.
And here I was, stilled in a place beside the bed, constantly trying to calm my nerves.
(His fever seems went down. That's good.)
But anxiety was assisting me as time rolled to midnight. And I also fell asleep, resting my head on the bed before I knew it.
************
(Nnn...my head hurts...)
I woke up. It wasn't a pleasant awakening as there were a dull ache in my head. My mind was fuzzy, and I could not open my heavy eyelids.
Several seconds passed and I took this time to totally grasp the self of mine in a hold. Finally, I could open my eyes. At first, my vision was blurry. But it cleared eventually, as I could process the surroundings in my head.
I tried to look around.
(Where am I? Oh...)
It seemed like my room in Crown castle.
(My, my... Surely I am in the castle.)
All I could remember was the pain all over my body and me vomiting. I don't know further, but apparently the cut in my arm caused that.
(Why, was I poisoned?)
I could feel an exasperated smile adorn my lips as the possibility sprung to mind.
(And I was in my beloved woman's embrace...Oh, how thrilling!)
I could see her panicking face in my mind, though I hadn't the chance to actually see it.
(Ah.)
My gaze fell on my bedside.
A beautiful lady was sleeping on my side, only her head resting on the bed, putting her elbows like a pillow. Her lower body was put down on the floor.
(Surely, she was all worked up to treat me, wasn't she?)
Just imagining her relentlessly fidgeting, treating my wounds, drinking me water brought an evil happiness in my chest. A happiness that had better not exist in the world.
(This happiness will eventually cause this lady's sure future pain.)
This treatment, along with all the memories and interaction we would have, will eventually be a vacant hole in her bleeding heart.
She knew it. But she didn't back down, didn't give up. She accepted that future wholeheartedly, loving a villain like me putting all her happiness on the line.
(She is a total fool, isn't she?)
Suddenly, I had the immerse urge to touch her. Her naughty and tender flesh, flush in my touch...
I tried to move my right arm, as it was the easiest way to touch her. But a sharp pain interrupted it as I gasped, and I scooted back my arm on the former place.
(What a jest.)
I brought up my left hand, trying to reach it towards my beloved. As I touched her head slightly which was all I could, she moved.
"Mmm..." She opened her eyes slowly, squinting. As she took in the sight of me, her dizziness vanished, she jerking up.
"Alfons..." She muttered my name in surprise, her pretty lips trembling.
"Good morning, Miss Kate." I tried to present her the most gentlemanly smile I could produce.
"A-...Alfons!"
She dove forward, taking my torso in her embrace. And I could not help but noticing that her arms avoided the wound area perfectly, causing no pain.
"Oh—"
"Thank God! Alfons, you awoke! I was so worried..."
(Of course you were worried.)
She pulled away enough to face me, the corner of her eyes glistening, "You feeling okay? Does it hurt so much?"
"Oh dear, I think I am well enough except this injury."
"Then good," she nodded, "The poison is supposed to be ineffective by now. And I will treat the wound to healing!" She declared in a confident voice.
"That is out of question. I hope you take good care of me."
**************
All members of Crown were informed of my resurrection. Victor also came to give me a visit, so the others. Elbie and Ellis would frequent more, and others would come to check when they had time.
The brute of a doctor prescribed me some supplementary and appointed Kate as my nurse. So practically I was spending all the time of my days with her. She would wipe my body clean, feed me, help me take my medicines and any other errands.
But doing just that was extremely boring. So obviously, she would heat me up.
Like right now. She was kissing me.
She took hold of my face in her pretty palms as she devoured me. Her wet tongue was sweeping all over my mouth, twining with mine. The room was filled with the noise of our kisses. When we finally parted, panting and breathless, she would put a little distance between us.
Today was the second day of my awakening. And we had kissed like this countless times, me trying to tempt her to more illicit things. But she never wavered from her resolve as she reminded me of my health.
(Just a little more.)
If I could push her frustrated heart a little more, something exciting is surely awaiting. Because I know, she is so desperate to express her love to me.
************
Today is the fourth day Alfons had woke up.
I treated him tirelessly. Giving him his prescribed medicines in time, wiping his body clean, changing the bandage of his wound, feeding him and made sure he has a good diet and enough sleep. But that debaucher of a man is of course always on something ''exciting''. He would try touching me naughtily, tease me whenever he could and try to tempt me to indulge in his fantasies.
I know his body is healing fast. And I was happy about that. But it is not like his body is totally fine now. He is still weak and he needs proper rest. That means no sexual activities. But who hears who, my beloved debaucher man is always up to some mischief of tempting me in a "nurse play". Of course I was against it and resolved that I wouldn't do any naughty thing with him until his full recovery.
But...
I was irritated that how frustrated I was myself. Every time he touched me or kept his lecherous gaze on me or kissed me, I would feel this deep ache in my core, searching for his heat. I was surprised myself how needy and greedy I became loving him that I missed him this much. But it was out of question that I would pounce on him in this condition. His health matters first.
But I did not presume the difficulty of holding myself back...
**************
Today I needed Alfons to take a bath. I was accompanying him as his nurse.
I changed in a short gown and gently dragged him in the bath, already heating it in a comfortable degree.
"Ahha! What a lovely idea, my dear. Shall we join toget—"
"It's your bath!" I cut him off with my sharp voice, undoing his buttons, "Now, strip."
"Oh dear, and here I thought you would be eager of stripping me yourself—"
"No, I won't! Now strip and dip yourself in the water! Go!" I could feel myself flushing from my neck to ear, my voice trembling.
Alfons sighed exaggeratingly, strolling towards the tub while stripping the layer of his clothings all together.
I watched from behind, gazing at him stripping down his upperwears—his shirts, trousers, underpants— all, and gently lowering himself down the edge.
"Oh, the water is comfortable!" He mocked a smile, turning to me with a smirk, " Are you sure you want to stand there?"
I remained silent.
"It's clear, is it not? You are longing for me but too hesitant to admit that due to your earnestly foolish resolve. But you know you can anytime break the resolve, and dive in my arms, where you insist you belong." His smirk deepened, beckoning me with the movement of one of his slender fingers, and I felt enticed my the gesture.
(Oh no—Kate, I know you are longing, just like he said—but don't forget what is ought to be done!)
I clenched my gown in two fists of both of my hands, looking downwards.
Silence fell between us, hanging there as if reminding me of my honest truth.
I took a step towards the tub, determined to do what I had decided just now, to convey my feeling to him properly. I strolled hurrily towards him, movements fast.
"Have you already deci—" Alfons stopped as I pulled him in my arms, hugging him tightly.
I was in less garments in this light nightgown, so I know I am making him directly dipping his face in my cleavage, but I didn't care. After all, he liked it.
"Alfons...You know, how worried I was? How anxious, scared and fretfull?" I made a question in a husky tone, putting my face in his raven-colored hair.
He didn't answer.
"I was so scared that I might lose you...that you might not open your eyes again. And what I was most frightened of was I will forget you if that happens...and I haven't ended the search of a remedy for you!" My voice trembled, but I continued, "When you was poisoned...I realized how much devoted I was for you... And that devotion was all I could use to treat you to health. And, honestly..." I squeezed him even tighter against my chest, "I was so devoted to you that I was craving your touch...for you to make me mad in pleasure. Yes, I am even craving you now. But—" I pulled off a little, cupping his cheek with one of my hands, " You matter to me the most. I know you would like fun things like this, but... I don't want to show like all I care about is...you know. I wanted to convey this feelings by treating you. But if you insist...I think I might not be able to resist you." I finished my long speech in one breath, while watching the surprise bulge in his ashen eyes. Then...
"You really surpass my expectations," his expression crumbled as he pulled me towards him forcefully. And before I knew anything, he was kissing me fiercely, as if planning to devour me whole.
"Mm-nngh! Al—mmngh!"
Alfons grabbed my waist with all his strength, pulling me over the edge of the tub and into the warm water. Water splashed as I landed in it, sloshing around the tub, spilling out of it. I landed in the water, wet all over as he forcefully pressed me down beneath him, positioning himself over me. I was now in the tub, under him when he straddled my hip.
"Alfons..."
"I don't know how do you manage to surprise me everytime. It's absurd for a man like me," he smiled, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw how soft, gentle and genuine the smile was.
"Alfons...we should not do it. You are weak and you need rest..." I put my palms on his broad, wet, bare chest, slightly trying to push him away despite my urge.
"I think you have heard the phrase that says men are stronger than women?"
(Huh?)
"But—"
"I might be vulnerable than usual for this injury, but I am strong enough to make love to you." His hands took hold of my bosom, gently grabbing the curve under my breasts, "And speaking of rest, I need rest here too," he shifted his posture slightly and his already hardened heat grazed my thighs.
(Oh...)
His lips curved upwards as he seductively traced his tongue along my ear, me shivering in the sensation,"Though, my dear, I won't do anything if you if you don't give your consent."
(No...my mind is a mess now.)
(I am a fool. He craved me as much as I craved him myself.)
And he knew that too well. And I think giving him the thing that he wants would not be a bad idea. He is healing and sound enough to grab me like this. So I think it would not be any harm to let him have his way.
And the truth was...I wanted him to have his way.
My gaze fall on the bandage on his right arm.
"Okay." I replied, taking my decision.
"Hm?" He seemed shocked. Apparently he did not expect me to agree.
I gently kissed his cut wound over the gauge, "We can do it. So you can make a move," for the sake of making it romantic, I tried to present him a cool smile, but my lips quivered, mind raging with anticipation.
"You..." He averted his gaze for a moment, then turned them to me again, "Please be ready to accept all I have. Because I don't plan on make it sweet or gentle today."
I shook my head, ''Okay. I will accep—mmm!"
Before I could finish the sentence, Alfons captured my lips in a voracious kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, swiping over my sensitive spots. I kissed him back, twining and prodding at his wet, warm tongue.
Soft moans slipped past my lips, echoing through the small bath, along with the sound of water sloshing. Alfons's hand reached down to my chest, ripping the short gown apart with a tearing sound.
"Ahh!" He threw my ripped gown aside, taking in the view of my bosom.
"Look, how beautiful they are when all pouty," a smile touched his lips as he flicked his fingertips on one of my nipples that was under the water.
"Nngh!" A moan left my lips as I grabbed onto his bare skin. It felt somehow different when he touched me underwater, might be for the combined sensation of water and his warm touch.
(I wonder how his touch would feel down there...)
"Shall I lick them?" Without waiting for my answer, Alfons took hold of my left breast, roughly swiping his thumb over the pert tips. His other hand occupied the other, pinching them hard between his fingers.
"Mmm-ah..." I moaned for the sensation, anticipation rising even more.
He took one of the tips in his mouth, sucking on them hard.
"Nnngh!"
I could feel myself grow wet even under water and I tried to rub my thighs together in attempt of calming the urge. But Alfons took notice of that as he suddenly grabbed my legs and spread them wide.
"A-Alfons...!"
"You are begging for more, aren't you?" His hands dove down the water to rip off my underwear, roughly pulling them off my hip. I was in no condition to bother even worry about my wears as my mind grew hazy with each movement.
"Oh—" I gasped as Alfons teasingly stroked over the hood of my throbbing bud, making me twitch.
"I can feel you wet even under water. Does it feel this good?" He muttered those words in a sultry whisper, poking his tongue out to stroke along the edge of my earlobe.
"Mmmn!''
I quivered in pleasure as he teasingly stroked over my folds, drawing his fingers along my tip. He gave extra care to stimulate my sensitive bud with practiced hands.
(It's not enough. You tease...!)
He stroked me, never entering in, filling me up. As time went, my frustration grew as I was running out of patience. I dug my nails in his flesh, purring, "Mm...Alfons!"
"Yes?"
"Why are you only teasing me...?''
"Am I teasing you?" He mocked surprise, trying to show off innocence.
(You are seriously...!!!)
"Please...don't make me wait anymore..."
"What do you mean? I can't quite understand you."
(You little!!!)
"Please!" I twitched under his touch, gripping his shoulders even tightly, "Push your fingers in! As deep as you can!"
His movements paused for a moment.
(I said it...)
"You truly surpass my expectations," saying this, Alfons shoved his long fingers immediately in my wetness, making me whimper in pleasure. It was so intense that I was almost passing out.
(Oh god...it's so intense...I can't think straight anymore...Ahh...)
His rough fingers slid in and out of me, making the water ripple altogether. The sensation was enhanced by the water, making it more intense. He tapped my sweet spot inside my canal several times, along with a brush of his thumb on my bud. The sensation was somehow different under water, me bucking my hips forth.
"Mmngh...A-Alfons... I am already...!!!"
"You are close, aren't you?" My lover gave me a knowing smile, picking up the speed. His long fingers kept delving deep in me quickly, reaching the sensitive spots with every thrust. My toes curled in the water, thighs quivered in pleasure. I was so close to my climax and at last it hit on me, intense and urgent.
"Aaaah! Alfons!"
I moaned as sparks bloomed in my vision, my mind hazy. I didn't realize that I had clasped on his shoulder too tightly. But I didn't care about his pain or even bother thinking the possibility of let him go.
My breaths came out as gasps, my vision blurred, when I heard the water splash.
"I think it's time to go to the main part." Alfons teasingly grazed his tip along my thighs, provoking my anticipation.
"Here...?"
"Why not? It is exciting to change pace now and then, don't you think?"
His face was calm, but I knew he was aroused. His hard member was the proof, and it was now eager to penetrate me.
I placed my hands around his shoulders, drawing him close. When I captured his thin lips in mine, I could feel him twitch.
It was a gentle, sweet kiss, rather chaste. I pulled away enough to look at his eyes. Those ashen eyes that I loved so much was hazy with desire. That desire told it needed me, and it wants to devour me whole. And I was more than willing to do so.
"Please," I murmured my plea in a whispering voice, tighting my hold on his shoulder. I hooked my legs around his waist, in an attempt to draw his heat inside me.
Alfons stole my lips in another passionate kiss, thrusting his way in me. I groaned in pleasure, the noise reverberating in the room.
His length was all in me in one thrust. He deepened the kiss as I was breathless, desperate for oxygen.
"Mmm...Alfo—mmph!"
"Nngh..." Alfons started thrusting in me. Our lower body was totally under water and the water was making it feel different.
With every thrust, the water splashed violently, making loud noise. And the sound heightened our pleasure as Alfons thrusted in me relentlessly.
"Aah..." His kiss was long gone as he was now gazing at me intently. I stared at him back, trying to convey all my feelings to my partner.
(He loves me... This is his love...this intense, this violent and this strong. And I love all this...)
He hugged me tightly as he picked up the speed, rocking violently against me. I could feel my core throb in pleasure with each thrust as I was chasing climax one more time.
"Al...Alfons! I-I am already..."
"Yes—mn...me too. Let's together—"
He stopped mid-sentence as we both came, with his suppressed groan and my loud moan. I felt his member springing in me, filling me with his semen.
With two slow, shallow thrust, Alfons halted the motion. For some moments, we both tried to catch our breath.
"Alfons—"
"Miss Kate—"
Our lips met together in a deep, sweet kiss. I melted into the warmth of his kiss that satisfied me fully.
Not to say, it was the start of a passionate encounter.
Alfons angst oneshot when he pushes away the reader so they can be with someone else, but he still has feelings for them.
Alfons and the reader would be getting along really good. Too good. Because Alfons finds his chest fluttering and noticing the way the reader smiles and looks at him, and that you feel the same.
One of the other Crown members (knowing me, I would make this Liam) wants to spend more time with you. And you usually turn in down in favor of spending more time with Alfons.
But Alfons doesn't want you to get attached, the whole "don't go looking for true love in a mirror" type thing. Either for the your own benefit or him not wanting to get attached himself and having to fear the day he loses you and you forget him. So to avoid this and to save the both of you, but especially to save you the pain of getting attached only to have him turn you down, Alfons steps back.
He starts spending more time with his "friends" and errands for Elbert, or at least that's what he tells you. Trusting that the other Crown member will swoop in and spend time with you in his absence.
And it works.
Soon you and the other Crown member spend almost all of your time together, and you doesn't even seem to notice that you hardly ever talk with Alfons anymore.
Eventually you start dating this other Crown member, and you look so happy. So happy that he keeps a close eye on Ellis. You're laughing and talking about maybe getting married some day. And you don't even seem to even remember ever having feelings for Alfons at one point.
And he knows it's for the best, but he can't help but force a smile as he leaves to go to a bar, any bar, when the knot in his stomach that won't go away.
He'll drink. Tell himself it was for the best. All the while imagining how you smiled at him, and how that could have been him.
Like Satisfied from Hamilton but with the vibes of Champaign Problems by Taylor Swift. Though Champaign Problems probably matches too.
