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Hiii, I didn’t see the one u wrote abt noctis, but I would like to give u a suggestion in case u still planned to do it, maybe something like he gets jealous of u w other guy and the mc finished sucking him off or smthing like that. Btw I love sososo much all ur fics and u have such a good taste !! Tysm for everything ^_^ ♡

ꗃ seven minutes | noctis

summary: partying was never your forte but you find yourself at one with the crown prince, who you happen to have a crush on.

contents: nsfw! noctis x fem reader! p*rn w plot, smut, noct is jealous, secret crush, drinking games (they’re not drunk), seven mins in heaven, oral (both receiving), penetration, semi public sex, alt universe kinda, prompto, luna, and cindy mentioned.

words: 10k…damn i went crazy.

authors note: you’re so sweet, tysm for requesting this!! jealous noct was such a good idea, i hope it’s similar to what you had in mind <3 i couldn’t resist adding some kind of plot lmao.

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It started out as a simple favor for a friend. You were never really the type to spend your weekend partying and drinking in some house on the outskirts of the kingdom, but the crownsguard trials had just ended, and the past week was spent pulling all-nighters. Studying in the library had left you feeling utterly drained. You usually preferred the quiet and peaceful serenity of curling up with a good book in your room, or the occasional coffee and bookstore date with Cindy and Luna. But tonight, you found yourself in the unlikeliest of places, all because you had promised Luna you’d help her ‘unwind’ after a stressful week.

The bass thrummed through the floorboards, rattling the plastic cups strewn across all visible surfaces of what appeared to be an extremely packed house. Everywhere you looked, you could see other people at ease—laughing, dancing or playing drinking games to take their minds off of how badly they’d gotten their asses kicked by the trials.

Luna was in her element. She was always the more social of the two of you, and she already had roped you into drinking with her. She grinned over the rim of her cup, nudging you with her elbow as she shouted above the music.

“Wow, so many people came out tonight!”

You nodded, scanning the crowded space with a contemplative gaze. Some faces were familiar, most were not. Citadel was a huge city but you were among a smaller cohort of future advisors, with whom you shared most of the same interests with. It was unsurprising that you didn’t see many of them here tonight.

Except for one—no, two—standing at the far end of the room leaning against the wall, looking just as out of place as you felt. It wasn’t the fact that you recognized them or that you felt your heart flutter inexplicably in your chest. No, it was the fact that among them stood Noctis—the guy you’d been silently crushing on for a year now. Not to mention he was the crown prince.

For a moment, you considered looking away and pretending you hadn’t seen him at all. It certainly would’ve been easier that way, instead of having to admit that you were staring at him in a very obvious way. But your gaze lingered, unable to take your eyes off of the way his fingers gently grasped the red solo cup in his hand, the way his black hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d either run his hands through it multiple times, or he’d just rolled out of bed and was dragged here, just as you were.

The latter was most likely. In the times you had seen him around the city, whether it was in passing, in the library, or out by the docks fishing, you’d find him either zoning out or completely locked in on what he was doing. You always found the sight endearing and slightly hilarious.

Despite the fact that you’ve spent the better part of a year admiring him from afar, you hadn’t really talked to him much at all. The boy standing to his right, looking much happier to be here than Noctis, was Prompto, who you were much more familiar with.

There had been more than one occasion in which you had to borrow one of his cameras for a project or had been recruited into a study group with him and others in the library. Therefore, your sort-of acquaintanceship, sort-of friendship with Prompto had begun to blossom over time. The fact that he also happened to be Noctis’s best friend was really just a coincidence.

And the fact that Noctis’s blue eyes had now caught your gaze from across the room, and was staring right back at you? That was just poor luck.

You could feel the flush creeping onto your cheeks as you quickly looked away, back to Luna who was now dragging you through the sweaty crowd to refill her cup with the suspiciously strong and not totally horrible tasting jungle juice. You let her refill yours without much protest, though you could still feel eyes burning through your back as you handed her your cup.

“Who’s the guy?” Luna asked, her smile almost teasing as she clinks your plastic cups together before taking a large gulp. She never misses a thing. She knew exactly who he was.

You fake shrugged, forcing yourself to not crane your neck around to stare at the pair again.

“Huh? Oh, just someone from my program. You’ve met Prompto, right?”

He’s definitely come by your apt before to swap cameras, although the interactions were often brief, but polite. Still, you’d be surprised if she didn’t know who he was by now.

“I know Prompto,” She nodded, her eyes crinkling with an almost amused expression, “But I was talking about the hottie standing next to him.” She said, still acting oblivious. She just wanted to hear you finally admit it after all these months.

Your cheeks flushed an ever deeper shade of red. At the sight, she chuckled and exclaimed.

“I knew it! You do have a crush on Noct!”

“Luna!” You hissed at her, but thankfully the sounds of the party drowned out the noise.

It was hardly a secret to Luna that you had a crush. You just never found it pertinent enough to actually warrant a conversation about it. It’s not like you stood a chance with him anyways. He was quieter, yes, but there was no denying that he was popular. He was next in line to become king. Noctis was rarely alone, without Prompto or other members of the official crowns guard following closely behind him. The times you did catch him alone were usually in the library while he was knocked out, and you were trying to find your next read.

Ok, so maybe it was more of an obsession than a crush, but you’d always assumed you did a good job of hiding it. Clearly, you were wrong since it didn’t go unnoticed by Luna. But who could blame you, when Noctis looked like that?

“I can definitely see the appeal,” She smirked. Before you got the chance to reply, she cut you off and asked, “Why don’t we go over there and say hi?”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat at the idea. Say hi? Now? You’d barely spoken a few full sentences to Noctis in the year you’ve shared trials with him. What the hell would you even talk about here, in a smoke-filled, loud house basement?

“Are you serious?” You almost scoffed at her, shaking your head in vehement objection. “No way! Absolutely not—”

But before you could reject her proposal, she had already started to drag you by the arm, shuffling past scantily clad bodies on the dance floor, to the opposite end of the room. A part of you considered running away right then and there, but the moment Noctis popped back into view, your brain stopped functioning. The sight of him leaning against the wall so nonchalantly in his black tee and dark washed jeans, his head thrown back in a laugh from something funny Prompto must have said, had left your gut stirring and your mouth going dry. You weren’t nearly drunk enough for this.

Prompto spotted you first, his face visibly lighting up as you and Luna slipped past the beer pong players and approached them.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming out tonight.”

You forced yourself to smile, purposely avoiding Noctis’s eyes as Luna’s hand still gripped your arm.

“Oh, hey Prompto. Yeah, I'm here with my friend. You remember Luna, right?”

He nodded in recognition and Luna dropped your hand to wave, her grin infectious, “Nice to see you again.”

Prompto suddenly turned to Noctis, his tone lilted playfully, “Noct, you know her, right? She’s in trials with us.”

Noctis stiffened ever so slightly, his hand tightening around his cup as the attention was brought back to him. The movement was so miniscule, you doubted anyone else had noticed it but you. When his eyes suddenly met yours, you were struck by how breathtaking they were, how they almost seemed to swallow you whole, forcing all semblance of speech or thought out the window along with the rest of your ability to reason. You were left breathless when he spoke, his voice deep and measured.

“Yeah, I know her.”

He knows you. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what to say next, but the words died on your tongue. That was it? No elaboration? Even Prompto had expected Noctis to say more, but when he didn’t, Prompto awkwardly cleared his throat and looked back at you and Luna with an almost sheepish expression.

“Right…well, I’m glad you guys could come out tonight. So how do you think you did on that makeshift mission?”

The conversation continued, but Noctis’s attention was already directed elsewhere, as the nearby sound of chanting from other students participating in a drinking game filtered above the blaring music. You watched as he shifted his eyes from yours, almost purposefully not looking in your direction. You weren’t sure why it bothered you as much as it did.

So, as the night progressed, you, Luna, and Prompto continued to converse. You made it a point to not bother attempting to include Noctis in on the conversation. Not that he seemed particularly interested in it anyways. Maybe it was the alcohol starting to infiltrate your system, disinhibiting your usual introverted personality, or maybe it was just the fact that he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but beside you, and your already fragile ego had been wounded. Regardless, your laughs came easier, your smiles wider, your demeanor overall more friendly and familiar with Prompto as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder when he said something funny, your eyes softening when he said something sweet.

If either Luna or Prompto seemed to notice the difference, neither of them commented on it, though Prompto didn’t seem to mind the subtle flirting. It wasn’t your intention to do so out of pettiness. Prompto was cute, and he did seem to like talking with you. But he wasn’t Noctis, and both you and Luna were well aware of that fact, since your eyes would occasionally and inconspicuously veer towards Noctis, who continued to lean against the wall, looking rigid and impassive.

Eventually, the sound of chanting in the next room grew louder and Luna arched an eyebrow.

“Sounds like they’re having fun over there…you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play drinking games.” She said, nudging you with her elbow.

Prompto smirked, “Is that so? Maybe we ought to change that.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Noctis’s back straightening at the comment, the liquid in the drink he’s been babysitting sloshing around uneasily. You leaned a little closer to Prompto then, your shoulder grazing against his arm as you roll your eyes.

“I’ve played drinking games before.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Prompto asked, his tone teasing, “Never have I ever? Two truths and a lie?”

Luna giggles at his comment, and you can't help but snicker in response, “No, smartass, this isn’t high school. I mean real drinking games.”

“Well, I’m down if you guys are down,” He offered, to which you can only look nervously at Luna. You knew automatically that her response would be a quick and resounding yes, but you still felt apprehension, especially when Prompto nudged his stoic, stupidly handsome best friend who’d barely spoken a word.

“What do you think, Noct? You wanna join us?”

You held your breath and waited for Noctis’s response as he shrugged nonchalantly, looking almost bored as he answered,

“Sure, I guess.”

Both you and Luna blinked at him, surprised. Neither of you were expecting him to agree. Another round of cheering from the room forced you to look away. You took another long sip of your drink to steady your nerves, though seeing Noctis push himself off the wall so effortlessly, stalking over to where the commotion is coming from, made it just a tad bit more difficult to ignore the thumping of your heart against your ribcage.

The four of you walked up the stairs to enter a crowded living room where everyone sat in a circle, the music blasting through a bluetooth speaker. You shuffled past the people blocking your view in the congested hallway, accidentally brushing your hand against Noctis’s when you stepped into the room—the slight contact sending shockwaves through your body, forcing you to sharply pull away as if he burned you.

It was only then that he finally looked at you, your bodies practically squished together as you tried to adjust your standing position to give him some room. The moment his eyes flickered to yours, you felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sudden close proximity making your pulse quicken. Up close, he looked even more striking. The air was suffocating, and you realized when Luna pressed her body against you from behind, that there was simply no room for you to scurry away, no place to hide in and wait for the partygoers to eventually leave.

This room was even more full than the rest of the house, with people jam-packed together like sardines. When a couple emerged from a nearby closet, their clothes disheveled, lips swollen and breathing heavy, you understood why the sound of cheering was so loud before.

Noctis turned still as a statue, his eyes peering over you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, you were sure he was going to finally say something, but the overhead lights of the living room flickered and your attention was momentarily diverted.

The other students, crouched around the circle with an empty bottle centered between them, notice his presence. Noctis, being the popular guy he is, is immediately called out.

“Look who it is!” A girl you didn’t recognize smiled at him coyly, and you were once again made aware of how out of place you seemed to be. “You’re just in time! We’re starting another round of seven minutes in heaven.”

Your stomach dropped, not just because of the fact that Noctis was immediately dragged into the shenanigans—of course he would be, he’s the prince, he’s good-looking, and people eat up that brooding quiet charm like dessert. You hardly know the man standing beside you at all.

Luna, standing conveniently behind you, had lightly shoved you. The force propelled you forward, causing you to stumble into the circle, making your presence known.

“I-” Noctis started, shaking his head slightly as if to decline.

“Nope, no backing out.” Prompto pushed on his shoulder, almost knocking him into you. Prompto’s smile was mischievous as the girl finally acknowledged that you existed, scanning you up and down as he added, “You too. Time to prove that you can handle a real party game.”

You stammered out a protest, shooting Prompto a look that could set the house on fire, but the girl simply shrugged and said, “Sure, come on over.”

Luna beamed at you as you were forced into the game, watching the bottle spin round and round. The first couple chosen stayed inside the closet for the full seven minutes, and maybe a few seconds longer. The entirety of that time, the group had listened in, cackling as the sound of thumping against the walls of the linen closet and a loud moan were heard. You were utterly mortified having to sit there and watch the scene unfold. At least Noctis, who was sitting criss-crossed on the floor next to you, appeared to be just as uncomfortable as you were.

When the timer went off and someone knocked on the door, the couple tumbled out of it, looking pleased and flushed all at once. You quickly ducked your head when the bottle spun again, exhaling in relief when the next two people were called, and neither of them were you.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you found yourself muttering under your breath bitterly as the minutes dragged on. “What a nightmare.”

Noctis let out a quiet laugh and your eyes widened, your head immediately whipping to the side towards the sound. “Tell me about it.”

Heat crept up your neck at the realization that it’s you he’s talking to. A small, lopsided smile tugged on your lips as you replied, “Well, you look as thrilled to be here as I am.”

A pause ensued, and for a split second you started to feel the fear flooding your nervous system once more. Had you said the wrong thing? Was he just trying to be polite? Does he secretly hate you, and that’s why he’s barely said a word this entire time?

“That obvious, huh?” He voiced after a moment, scratching at his nape. His fingers brushed against his disheveled, dark-colored hair. Your legs felt like gelatin when he smiled at you. It’s a small, almost strained smile, but a smile nonetheless.

Before you could respond, a loud voice cut through the music and chatter, “Alright, seven minutes is up!”

Someone stood to knock on the door and the game continued. You’re not sure how many couples had entered and exited the closet, nor how many minutes you’ve been sitting there, quietly reeling over the fact that Noctis actually spoke to you.

Eventually, when the bottle spins again and lands on Prompto, you're so swept up by that brief interaction with Noctis, that you didn’t even notice the second spin of the bottle, or the fact that it landed on you.

A hand shakes your shoulder, your face crumpling in confusion as Luna chuckles, “Your turn!”

“Wait, what?” You fumble over your words as faces you can barely place names to, hands you don’t recognize tug and pull on your body.

The shock is evident on your face as you’re pushed and shoved into a small, cramped space. Prompto’s body practically collides with yours before you even get the chance to fully register what’s happening. And yet, despite the staunch dismay and bewilderment of the situation, your eyes stay fixed on the only face in the crowd who doesn’t look as exuberant as the rest. As the door slammed in your face, the only sight you see, etched into your mind like a tattoo that will probably never fade, is that of Noctis clenching his fists at his side, his jaw tightened and his eyes displaying an emotion you’ve never seen on him before.

The light in the closet, a single, dimly-lit exposed bulb above your head flickered. Your heart stuttered, your body frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. You didn’t even try to move from that spot until Prompto cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged pink as he says, “Well…this took a turn.”

A deep exhale escaped your body, a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in flowed through you and your back slumped against the wall. A part of you wanted to bury your head in your hands and groan, but you didn’t want to hurt Prompto’s feelings. This was the very last thing you wanted to happen tonight, and had you known while you were getting ready in the mirror earlier that evening that this was how the night would turn out? You would’ve kept your ass inside your room.

Outside, the party carried on, the sound of muffled laughter and drunken chatter seeping through the cracks of the door. Your hand reached for the door handle. Locked. Of fucking course it is.

“Umm…” Prompto spoke hesitantly, his eyes shifting away from yours as he too slumped against the opposite wall, his legs pressing against yours in the confined space, “Are you alright?”

You could’ve lied. Or you could’ve let the alcohol take over and just do what everyone expected you to do. But you didn’t do either of those things.

“Fine,” You croaked out, your mind still racing with thoughts of Noctis watching you being thrust into a linen closet with his best friend.

Why does it matter? Why would he care? He’d barely spoken a word to you all night—if you really wanted to let loose and forget about your stupid, pointless infatuation with him, this would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Yet, the iciness of his gaze, the cold, dead stare as his eyes met yours…something about it had set something off inside of you, flipped a switch you didn’t even know was there. Your body felt hot, too hot, and you couldn’t get the image out of your head.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Prompto offered awkwardly, his voice small as he finally met your eyes again. “We can just sit and talk, if that’s what you would prefer.”

You nodded and swallowed a lump in your throat. You’re unsure how much time had passed before you found your voice again. “I probably shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.”

Prompto didn’t reply right away. When he did, his eyes softened, “You’re not having fun?”

“No, not really.” You admitted, reluctantly. Another sigh escaped you, and although you know Prompto, know that he’s not the type to judge you or do anything untoward, your anxiety remains.

He probably sensed it, since he didn’t make any attempt at moving closer, nor pressing you for further explanation. He eventually let out a quiet chuckle.

“Yeah, I kind of figured that. Noctis isn’t really the partying type either. I’m guessing Luna is the reason you’re here?”

You let out a sound halfway between a scoff and a sigh, “Pretty much, yeah.”

He adjusted in his seat, his knees knocking against yours as he tucked his knees to his chest, allowing you more room so you don’t have to touch him. He really is such a gentleman. You almost felt bad for resenting this as much as you did.

“Can I ask you something?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

He nodded, prompting you to continue.

“Is Noctis usually like that?” The question slipped out before you could stop it, your cheeks heating at the mere mention of him.

“Like what?” Prompto arched an eyebrow, “Emotionless, with a stick up his ass?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, but his teasing does help relax you a little. “I was going to say quiet. He’s barely spoken a word all night.”

“Sometimes.” He shrugged, “Depends on who he’s with.”

You hummed in response, and when Prompto shifted his eyes back to yours, his smile curved slightly, as if he knew exactly why you’re asking, “He’s weird like that. It’s like he’s a different person around people he likes.”

“People he likes?” You repeated, hating the way your tone almost sounded hopeful.

“Not like that,” Prompto chuckled again, shaking his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him interested in anyone like that. Well…maybe one person. But he’s the type that likes to bide his time.”

You’re not quite sure how to respond to that. Your mind goes back to the that girl who seemed to know him but the fact that he responded to her makes you wonder. Is she that one person? Is he just not the type to date, after all?

You’d spent so much time watching him from afar, when you could’ve found out all of this information yourself. What good did it do, wasting your time yearning for him? Where did it land you? Here, inside of a closet with Prompto.

The topic shifted back to something more light-hearted as Prompto attempted to make you feel more at ease. It worked after a while, and the two of you fell into easy banter, joking about pointless topics. That is, until the seven minutes were up and the knock on the door came. Your body physically relaxed at the sound. Those few minutes felt like an eternity, and the last thing you needed was more teasing from the crowd. Thank god it’s over, you thought to yourself as it swung open, revealing the rest of the party leering over the sight of you.

Your eyes immediately fell onto Luna, whose grin stretched from ear to ear. Her smile dimmed, however, when she realized that not a hair had been moved out of place, not a stitch of clothing had come undone. It’s obvious she was hoping for a little bit of excitement to gossip about later tonight, while drunkenly walking home. You might’ve rolled your eyes at the pout on her face had you not noticed Noctis standing a few feet away, watching you. He leaned back against the wall as his arms crossed over his chest, his steely gaze fixed on you.

Your steps faltered, and your breath caught in your throat. Why was he looking at you like that?

Noctis had watched you disappear into that closet with his friend. Not only had you not volunteered to participate in the ridiculous game, but you weren’t even given the choice of entering the closet with someone of your own choosing. What had he been thinking, when he watched that door slam in your face? He couldn’t possibly care that much, not when he could barely stand to look at you, could barely breathe any utterances in your direction.

Prompto, stepping out behind you, let out a low chuckle as he stretched his arms, “I need a drink. You want one?”

You barely heard him, your frown deepening as Noctis walked away, disappearing into the crowd as he exited the room. What the hell was that?

“I’ll take that as a yes,” You heard Prompto say as he quickly shuffled out of sight.

Luna emerged at your side a moment later, looping her arm through yours as she cackled loudly, “Don’t tell me you just sat there and talked for seven minutes.”

Your face burned. “Shut up.”

She just laughed harder in response, shaking her head at you, “When are you going to learn to live a little?”

You rolled your eyes and ignored her comment, but as time passed and you continued to stand there, watching the ridiculous spectacle continue to unfold as more couples entered and exited the closet, you couldn’t stop wracking your brain over the strange encounter.

You tried to shake it off, sipping at your drink that Prompto had returned with, even smiling a little when Luna was eventually selected and winked at you before disappearing into the closet with some dark-haired stranger. Still, Noctis lingered in your mind—the fact that he hadn’t returned had stuck with you, as did the expression on his face when he left. You weren’t sure why you were still standing there. Maybe you were simply waiting for Luna to be finished. Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you weren’t actually thinking about him.

Regardless, your attention was divided when Luna eventually came out with her lipstick smudged and a giggle at her lips. You smirked at the sight, and at the crowd whooping and cheering.

You didn’t notice the presence lurking behind you at first. It wasn’t until another hand was placed on the bottle, to spin it once again that you felt a shiver go down your spine.

“I’ll play again,” A low voice spoke above the chatter, and your body stilled at the sound.

You turned your head slightly, the air suddenly thick and charged with something you couldn’t name as your eyes met Noctis’s. The air was ripped from your lungs. Your heart stuttered. He didn’t say a word, didn’t acknowledge your presence as he turned to the girl running the game.

“Didn’t get picked the first time?” She teased, stepping back as he leaned down to spin the bottle himself. “Go ahead. Dealer’s choice.”

The entire group reacted instantly. A ripple of interest, some laughing, others watching intently. Even Luna’s eyebrows shot up to her forehead, watching with clear intrigue as the bottle spun round and round. Everything felt in slow motion, as if time itself had stopped the moment the bottle finally came to a stop, and all eyes flickered to you.

No. No, that can’t be right.

Your eyes lifted from the glass bottle, catching the flickering of the overhead lights reflected against its surface. There was no mistaking it. The bottle was pointed to you, and you alone.

For a moment, you wondered if Luna was playing a prank on you. You wondered if Noctis had made a grievous mistake and meant to land it on that other girl, who he clearly knows better than he knows you. But the second you faced him, the moment you saw the way his jaw had set, his blue eyes expressing something you couldn’t name, you were struck by reality like a slap across the face.

And in that moment where everything had paused, the only thing grounding you to the present was him. You couldn’t even imagine what your expression must have looked like as Luna’s hands began to push you forward, back into that small, restricted space. The strange thing about it was that he didn’t even look shocked. He didn’t seem surprised at all, when you went in there with him.

The door slammed shut and the force of it must have caused the single, exposed lightbulb in the closet to blow out, because you were suddenly entrenched in darkness. Your heart was beating so rapidly you were sure he could hear it, could feel the way your body burned beside him.

He shifted on his feet, unintentionally trapping you there in front of him. In the somewhat darkness, you could just barely make out the tips of his hair, or the blue of his eyes as they locked onto you. Your back pressed against the wall, and you could feel how close his body was to yours.

“The…the light went out,” You said foolishly, feeling the need to speak just to fill the silence. At least then, maybe he wouldn’t hear the shaky exhales escaping you.

“Yeah.” He replied, and the softness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You could feel the heat coming off of his body, though he wasn’t quite touching you. Even the noise of the party outside was drowned out by the sound of your shared quiet breaths and you silently prayed to whatever deity that might be watching your pitiful self flush scarlet, that he wouldn’t notice.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, his voice low and even, cut through the silence.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

Your stomach twisted, your nervousness palpable. The words were meant to reassure you, and on some level it did. But this was seven minutes in heaven and you were here with him . When else would you ever get this chance to be close to him again? What opportunities would you be rewarded, going back to admiring him from afar—your latent, hopeless crush?

“I know,” You said in response, your voice barely above a whisper. “Prompto said the same thing.”

Based on his reaction, it was probably the wrong thing to say. The silence thickened and the darkness amplified every sound—the slight rustle of clothing as he shifted again, the barely-there hitch in his throat. He was closer now, close enough that you could feel him towering above you, and if you moved just an inch, your chest would be pressed against his.

“Prompto, huh?” He spoke again, his voice lower than before, a slight rumble in his tone, “Did you want to be in here with him?”

Something in his tone made you falter. You could barely see his eyes in the dark, but you could feel his breath against your face now, could tell by his expression that the question wasn’t joking, nor was it casual.

Your tongue felt swollen in your mouth, your throat dry as you replied, “No, not at all. I didn’t want to be in here with anyone.”

Another pause ensued.

“But you’re here now.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, “I am.”

Seven minutes. You had seven minutes to make the most of this opportunity. You knew logically that after tonight, you might never interact with Noctis again. Outside of this moment, with his breath mingling with yours in this tiny, cramped space—the warm air hitting your cheek as you gazed up at him—you might never have the chance to be courageous like this again.

“Noctis,” You began to say, noticing the way his body visibly stiffened at the sound of his name, “Did…you choose me on purpose?”

His breath hitched in his throat again, and for a split second, you immediately regretted asking the question out loud. It’s a stupid thought—he barely knows you.

But your anxious thoughts were laid to rest when he finally replied.

“What if I did?” He whispered, his hand coming to rest against the wall, effectively caging you in.

Your fingers clenched at your sides. You hesitated to speak, licking your lips before forcing yourself to breathe again, “I—”

The way he asked the question, soft and sure, sent a sharp current through you, curling at the base of your spine, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Heat rushed through you in a way you’ve never experienced before—a desire so formidable it took you by surprise, ripping the words right out of your mouth.

“I meant what I said.” He interrupted, his expression unreadable as his palm against the wall clenched to a fist, “We can just stay like this. No expectations.”

His body, still hovering over you, tensed. He hesitated, and in that brief moment of reluctance, you realized what was so difficult for you to see before. He chose this, chose you, for a reason. It wasn’t because of the alcohol, or the stupid game.

You took a deep, shaky breath, mustering up the confidence to look him in the eye to see a heaviness in his gaze that you’ve never seen before. You didn’t need to use your words to show him what it was that you wanted. You’d wasted enough time, trying to come up with the right thing to say, only to chicken out at the last minute. Slowly and unsure, you lifted your hand in the darkness, grazing against the fabric of his shirt. It was barely a touch, hardly anything. And yet, the moment you made contact, he froze.

For a moment, he was rooted to the spot, as if turned to stone. Then, as if a dam had burst inside of him, he surged forward. Something in him finally snapped and he pushed you back, pinning you with the weight of his body. The motion stole the breath from your lungs and you gasped when you felt the hard, solid heat of him. He used the opening without hesitation, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back as he leaned in.

“Tell me to stop,” He murmured feverishly, his lips centimeters from yours, “and I will.”

Stopping was the last thing on your mind. All you wanted, all you needed, was for him to keep going. Your lips parted, but no protest came. For once, you let your actions speak for you as you pressed your lips to his, lost in the heat of the moment.

It was a soft, tentative kiss. Your lips barely tasted his before he let out a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Before you got the chance to pull away, his grip on your hair tightened and he hungrily claimed your lips with his own.

It was heated, hungry and messy—and it was everything you had wanted and more. There was no hesitation, no room for second thoughts, only the inevitable. A soft, broken sound escaped you, and it wrecked him. He pulled you closer, his mouth moving against yours with a desperation that left you reeling, as if he were trying to consume every last piece of you. You deepened the kiss with an urgency that surprised you, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders as if to tether you to the present.

He groaned softly against your mouth, his tongue delving past your lips. His other arm circled around your waist, anchoring you to him as you slowly began to lose yourself in the sensation of him—his intoxicating scent, the hint of alcohol on his tongue, making your head spin. Your spine was practically glued to the wall, his body crushing you in a way that should’ve hurt in such a confined space, but the intimacy of it all only strengthened your hunger for him.

You should slow down before it goes too far. You should put an end to it before these seven minutes are up. You should stop before you're forced to face the world outside of this small slice of darkness, of depravity, that you could only ever experience in your innermost hidden fantasies. But the idea of stopping now, especially as Noctis’s knee slid between your thighs, nudging them apart as his hand slowly traveled down your side, was inconceivable to you.

His hips rocked against yours, the thick ridge of his erection grinding against the softness between your legs, forcing a low moan from your lips as your fingernails dug into the muscles of his back. His deathlike grip on your hair tightened as his mouth moved to your jaw, his breath coming in rapid pants as he nipped and sucked at the skin.

“Noctis…” you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a plea.

He shuddered at the sound of your voice, as if trying to reign in his desire. You whimpered, your head falling back against the wall as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. He panted against your skin, speaking rushedly in between kisses.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much you occupy my mind?”

A rush of desire flooded you, centering between your thighs and making you squirm against his knee. You instinctively grinded against him, the damp fabric of your lace panties pressed first against the fabric of his jeans as your skirt lifted.

So much was happening, too much for you to reason or rationalize. You tore at him with an animalistic side of you you’ve never felt before, clawing at his back, rubbing against him, whining and whimpering as he nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, down to your clavicle. You were sure, right then and there, that he was about to hike your skirt up and fuck you senseless against the wall. You couldn’t stand it anymore, and tugged impatiently on his own hair while he continued to fist yours, to bring your lips to his again. You needed to taste him, to savor him on your tongue, knowing you may never get the chance to do so again.

And in that moment your mouths collided once more, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into a hole you knew you wouldn’t be able to crawl out from. A part of you wondered if this was all a dream, if you’d perhaps drank way too much and passed out somewhere, dazedly fantasizing about this very scene. But reality came crashing down before either of you were ready, and a knock came at the door.

“Fuck…” You murmured when he finally lifted his head, his heavy breath mingling with yours.

When you finally caught his eyes again, the sight of him looking so thoroughly kissed, hair mussed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with desire, nearly undid you. You could feel a sharp throbbing deep within your core, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. He groaned at the sensation, his knee still pressed tight against your soaked cunt, covered only by a ruined pair of panties.

The visceral unease his blue eyes had cultivated within you, the knot in your stomach, the slight tremble of your hands at the thought of his perfect, pale face contorted into something resembling pleasure because of something you may have done, had you thinking utterly sinful thoughts. But then the knock came again and Noctis let out a low, frustrated growl for an entirely different reason. The spell had finally shattered.

You started to push on his chest.

“Noctis, we…we have to-”

He didn’t budge. You were more drunk off of him than you were the alcohol, and even though the party outside was still ongoing and the seven minutes were over, some primal urge took over as his eyes stayed fixed on you, dark and full of lust. You barely registered what was happening when you saw Noctis lift his hand towards the closet door. For a second, you thought maybe he was going to open it and walk out, but he made no attempts at letting you go.

Instead, he pressed his hand against the door and you could see the lights from the cracks beneath it, filtering from what appeared to be outside.

“CROWN CITY POLICE! COPS ARE HERE! EVERYBODY OUT!”

The shout came from within the house and you could hear the chaos outside of the door. Your eyes widened in panic as you heard the rush of movement, followed by a chorus of shouting. You felt a pit in your stomach as you struggled to break away.

Noctis pulled his hand from the door to cage you against the wall again as doors slammed, and people scrambled out of the house. The party was emptying. You had to get out of there, fast, before the cops came.

You swallowed hard, your breath ragged and your entire body flustered and disoriented as you slowly pried your fingers away from his shirt.

“I…we-”

But before you could fully pull away to reach for the door, before you could put any distance between you, Noctis’s hand shot out again, threading his fingers through your hair and yanking hard, pulling you back to him. You gasped at the sensation, feeling a tinge of pain and desire as he cornered you against the wall again. Your body shivered as he leaned in close to your ear.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your pulse roared in your ears, your body practically melting against his as he grazed your ear with his teeth.

“Noctis…”

His mouth moved down your neck without any rush or urgency. It was as if he was enjoying it—taking his sweet time in watching you fall apart.

The chaos outside had slowly faded until there was only silence—the two of you forgotten inside of this closet as the party cleared out. He didn’t seem to care at all that there were cops coming, although from the suspicious quiet, you couldn’t help but wonder…

The flashing of the lights from outside, the flickering overhead, and the blown out light of the closet you were trapped in…It all started to piece together.

He paused, letting the silence of the empty house sink in as he pulled away to look at you. No more shouting, no more rushing footsteps. You blinked, dazedly.

“There are no cops outside, are there?”

He softly shook his head, smirking softly as you finally pieced it together. You stuttered,

“Your powers-”

“Elemancy. Just a spell.” He finished for you, flickering the light of the closet back on, emerging you both from darkness. It was more apparent now just how close the two of you were. With his body crushing yours against him, his fingers still threaded through your hair, his mouth hovering above your own. “Magic, I guess.”

He devoured your lips again, tangling his tongue with yours. He wasn’t giving you a chance to breathe, to speak at all. The fact that he’d manipulated the situation to keep you here with him. He didn’t give a fuck about the party, he’d only wanted to prolong this moment of holding you in his arms for as long as possible, damn the consequences.

You let out a shaky sigh, clinging onto him with desperation as you kissed him back. You felt tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. After so long, to know that your feelings weren’t ignored, weren’t being rejected. It seemed too good to be true.

“Stay with me.” He murmured against your lips.

It didn’t sound like much of a request. It sounded more like a command, especially with the way he tugged on your hair, baring your throat to him and moving his lips there once again. His hips jerked forward and you could feel the way the softness of your body pressed against his erection, strained against the fabric of his jeans.

You let out a lewd sound, moaning loudly as he bit at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. His hand slid under the hem of your skirt, fingers skimming along the smooth skin of your thigh, inching higher and higher until he could feel the heat of your pussy through the damp fabric of your panties. Noctis groaned into your neck, his hips jerking forward as he rubbed his fingers along your clothed slit.

“You’re so wet,” He whispered against your skin, his fingers teasing at your entrance as he pushed your panties aside, “Did I do that to you?”

You could only whimper in response as he continued to tease you. His other hand slowly moved from your hair, traveling under your shirt to feel the expanse of skin burning against his hand.

“Seven minutes is not nearly enough time for what I want to do.” He muttered, grazing his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent and reveling in the way you felt—so warm and soft, fully submitting to him.

“I—I didn’t think…” You shivered as his hand traveled up to the lace of your bra, teasing the edges of it, “you noticed me…”

He paused his movements then, his expression suddenly serious as he pulled his face from your neck, “How could I not notice you?”

You’re speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say when he slowly removed his hands from under your skirt, from the underwire of your bra. You almost whined in protest at the loss of contact, but when you saw him slowly sink down to his knees, your eyes widened.

Noctis’s blue eyes flickered up to meet yours as he knelt before you, blazing with an intensity that stole your breath. His cheeks were tinged pink, his mouth slightly parted, his eyes hooded. He looked almost delirious with his desire for you as he slowly trailed his fingers up your thighs, hooking around the waistband of your panties.

His touch lingered on your skin, and you gawked at him.

“I’ve noticed everything about you since the moment I first saw you.”

He slowly began to drag your panties down your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to speak.

“I’ve noticed the way your cheeks flush when you’re nervous, how your eyes light up when you laugh,” He said in a low voice, tossing your panties aside carelessly, his hands gripping your hips. You could feel the heat of it, the promise of what was to come and you trembled in anticipation.

“I’ve noticed the way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating,” He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “especially when you’re reading during trials”

Your breath hitched and he looked up at you again, smiling softly, “I’ve noticed you watching me sleep. Why else do you think I go to the library on weekends?”

You thought about stammering out a sheepish reply, a protest maybe. But then his mouth is back on your thighs again, his hands squeezing your hips as you look down at him.

“And I’ve definitely noticed the way you look at me,” His breath hovered over your bared center, so close to where you wanted him to be. “Like you wanna devour me.”

He leaned in closer, running his tongue along your soaked slit in a slow, teasing lick that has you gasping and fisting your hands in his black hair. He hummed in satisfaction at your reaction, his grip tightening on your hips.

“I wanna do the same.”

And with that, he delved in, his mouth latching onto your dripping cunt like a man starved. Your head fell back against the wall as a moan tore from your throat. He groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. He ate you out like he couldn’t get enough, like his sole purpose on earth was to be here, between your thighs. He’s determined to make you come as he focused his attention on your clit, sucking on it gently as his eyes flickered up to meet yours and you nearly came undone just like that—just from the sight of him on his knees, spreading you open and feasting on you with wild abandon.

At the same time, he slid two fingers deep inside of you, fucking you with his fingers and his tongue, as you bucked your hips against him, seeking that friction that made you lose control. You couldn’t help it. You felt your thighs start to tremble, your ragged breathing coming out in sharp gasps. You teetered on the edge so quickly and he knew it, doubling his efforts as his tongue moved against you faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you, all in an effort to feel you coming on his face.

You gripped his hair so tightly, you’re sure you’re probably hurting him. If he cared, he didn’t show it. He just moved faster, spreading you open with his long fingers, riding the waves of your pleasure as you shattered against his mouth. You could tell he enjoyed it by the way he was lapping at you like you’re the most decadent of wines, the most delicious nectar he’s ever tasted. He didn’t stop licking you, drinking in your ecstasy like he was addicted to it until your orgasm started to subside. He slowed the soft strokes of his tongue over your sensitive flesh, as he felt the way you clamped down around his fingers, pulsating and squeezing him tight.

“Oh…oh my god…Noctis,” You whispered shakily, your entire body wracked with tremors as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them dry as he finally moved away to breathe.

He looks so good like this , you thought to yourself—palming his aching cock in his jeans, face glistening with your release, gasping for air like he’s ran a marathon.

But he’s not done with you yet, and he wasted no time standing from his knees, mouth crashing against yours as his hands slid under your skirt to grip onto your ass, lifting you effortlessly against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he practically manhandled you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he covered your mouth with his, moaning against your lips.

“You taste so good.”

He rocked his hips against yours. The friction of his hard, throbbing cock trapped in his jeans, rubbing against your bare pussy was absolutely maddening.

One hand slid up your side to wrap around your throat, his thumb brushing over your racing pulse point, not hard enough to choke you, but enough to remind you who was in charge here. He pulled you hard against him so you could feel every inch of his desire for you.

Almost crying out at the feeling, the denim of his jeans gree damp with your arousal.

He let out a deep, broken sound from the back of his throat. He reached down with his free hand, fumbling with the button of his jeans before popping it open and shoving them down enough to free his erection.

You watched as his cock sprung out, long and leaking with precum. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight.

He teased your entrance, coating his length with your slickness, and you gasped at the feeling, at the heat of his velvety skin as he slid against you, moving the swollen head against your clit.

“Oh…oh fuck…”

“Tell me you want it,” He demanded, his voice low and guttural as he squeezed your throat again. “Tell me and I’ll give you everything.”

You could barely speak, barely do much of anything but mewl and whimper against him as he claimed your lips again. Even if you could speak, you doubt you’d be able to say anything of substance, but he still wouldn’t fuck you—not until you verbally said yes, not until you made it clear this is what you wanted.

He kissed you sloppily, his fingers pressing against your neck as you mouthed feverishly, “Please…please-”

His hand moved from your throat to rip at your shirt, tugging the fabric up and off in one swift movement. He took a moment to just look at you, the way your chest heaved with each shaky breath, the way your skin reddened and your lips parted as you gasped for air. His mouth moved to the tops of your breasts, his hand caressing and squeezing the soft flesh through your bra, feeling your nipples hardening under his touch.

“I need a yes” He whispered sharply, moving his hand to guide his hard length to your entrance.

“Yes! I want it!” You practically yelled, impatient and needy. “Fuck…yes, please-”

He groaned, tugging your bra down to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. You’re a shaking, moaning mess when he finally surged forward, slowly sinking your body down onto his cock. He barely gave you any warning as he buried himself inside of you with one smooth motion and you felt so full of him, so blissfully stretched open that you almost screamed out the wrong name again.

“Noctis!” You squealed, trying to control the volume of your voice, knowing there’s no more chattering or music to drown out the sounds of your pleasure.

The discomfort is there for only a second as you adjust to his size. He lets out a guttural groan, his lips releasing your nipple with a pop as he begins to give the other one the same treatment.

“God…you feel so perfect. Even better than I imagined.”

You clawed at his shoulders, burying your face against his neck as he pulled out to the tip before slamming your hips down onto him again. You whimpered as he set a brutal pace; The impact of him fucking up into you was hard enough to cause the hangers in the closet to fall off of the rod.

He growled against your skin, biting down hard enough to leave a mark on your neck.

“I’ve thought about this so many times, lying in bed at night, stroking my cock to the thought of you taking me like this, squeezing tight around me. You like it like this, don’t you?”

His hands gripped onto your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into you, the obscene sound of it filling the tiny room.

“Y-yes,” You admitted, the sound muffled as you sobbed into his neck.

His body was pressed so tight against yours that every moment he made inside of you, had his pelvis grinding against your clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy straight into your throbbing cunt. You could hardly stand it, could hardly stand how rough he was being with you. You hadn’t anticipated any of this, but now that you’ve felt every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock sheathed inside of you, you couldn’t imagine ever doing this with anyone else.

“I wanted to be gentle,” He rasped greedily as he yanked at your hair again, tilting your head back to kiss you, swallowing your cries as he fucks you harder, faster. The head of his cock slammed against that perfect spot inside of you with each powerful thrust, making you see stars.

“I wanted to take my time with you and enjoy this, but I can’t wait any longer.”

“I…I can’t-” You tried to speak, but your words came out a garbled mess as he pulled his lips away, pressing his forehead against yours as he huffs into the air.

“Yes, you can,” He groaned, accentuating every word with a deep thrust, “You can take it, baby.”

The look of complete and utter desperation in your eyes must have set something off in him because he continues to feverishly rut into you, moaning your name in the most beautiful tone you’ve ever heard, his eyes pinching shut as his face contorted in pleasure. The sight of him so pussy drunk had you coiled so tightly, you felt ready to burst.

“Please,” You cried, lost in the haze of sensation, your voice echoing off the closet walls as your nails dug into his skin, “please don’t stop. I’m so close…”

He could feel you tightening around him, your legs starting to shake, your walls starting to flutter. His radiant blue eyes flashed with something almost animalistic as he kept his dick deep inside of you, grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit with every shallow thrust until you felt your nerves set aflame.

“Then come for me,” He demanded, his voice raw and desperate, causing the last remainder of your resolve to snap. “Let me feel you.“

All in an instant, before you could even process it, your body seized and you came with a sharp, piercing cry, sucking him in with your throbbing cunt as wave after wave of the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced, flooded your entire nervous system. You clung to him, trembling and mewling as you’re pulled under the waves of rapture, and you knew right then and there that Noctis had absolutely ruined you for anyone else.

He held onto you tight, his hand still fisted in your hair. His other arm wrapped around your waist as he emptied himself inside of you, capturing your mouth in a passionate, almost tender kiss—so unlike the harsh, feral and animalistic lovemaking from before, if you could even call it that. But as you both come down from your high, he doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop rocking his hips into you to prolong your pleasure as much as possible. He wanted to come inside of you but the pressures of being king one day lingered in his mind.

Noctis kept you there for who knows how long, softening inside of you as he gently lets you down from against the wall. You could barely breathe, could barely stand or move, but he’s so gentle with you as he helped you onto your feet, pulling out of you slowly. You winced from the sensitivity, the slight ache between your thighs, but he continued to kiss you as you felt the stickiness down your thighs.

“You did so good for me,” He murmured against your lips, his voice softer than before, his touch reverent as he caressed your damp hair back, out of your eyes.

“My good girl.”

“Noctis…” You sighed, your voice hoarse from all the moaning.

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Yes?”

You looked up at him, seeing the loving gaze in his eyes, causing your heart to thump in your chest for an entirely different reason. He’s always looked beautiful to you, whether he was smiling at something stupid Promoto said in trials, or dozing off in the library. But here, you thought to yourself—drenched in sweat, eyes glazed over and a goofy smile on his face—he looks more beautiful than you’ve ever seen him.

“Can I taste you too?” You whispered shyly.

He shuddered as he felt you lightly tug on his cock, peppering his face with tiny kisses was enough for him to give in.

“You don’t have to…”

But you were already kneeling.

“Too late.”

With a soft giggle, you trace your tongue along the length of him. He reaches out, his fingers tangling gently in your hair, guiding it away from your face.

His voice is soft but commanding as he whispers, "Come up here for a second." Obediently, you rise to your knees, leaning in as he places two soft kisses on your lips. The gesture is tender, and intimate. It speaks volumes.

You lower yourself again, your lips hovering just above his dick. Starting at the base, you let your tongue glide upward, slow and carefully. The light touch is barely there, more a tease of your breath and warmth than anything else, but it’s enough to make his body jerk in response.

A broken whimper escapes his lips, his voice barely audible as he murmurs, "Fuck..." His restraint is fraying, unraveling with every flick of your tongue and every teasing kiss.

You smile, savoring the way his body reacts to your every move.

As your lips glide over the sensitive head of Noctis’s dick, you gently swirl your tongue in slow, deliberate circles. His sharp intake of breath is a symphony to your ears, and the low, strained sigh that follows makes your pulse quicken.

His grip on your hair tightens, the pressure both commanding and gentle, urging you to keep going. You slide your tongue down savoring the way his body reacts to every touch. Without hesitation, you take him deeper into your mouth, letting his length sink into the wet heat of your tongue and lips.

"Ahh, fuck," Noctis whimpers, his voice shaky and raw.

His hand presses against the back of your head, not forcefully, but with enough insistence to hold you in place. You fall into a rhythm, your mouth working diligently as you hollow your cheeks.

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." Noctis’s quiet groans and labored breaths spur you on, each sound proof of his unraveling.

As your hands join in, massaging the base of his cock, you glance up to see his expression. His teeth are buried in his bottom lip, and his head is tilted back, eyes locked on the ceiling then instantly back on you. You started to swirl your tongue back and forth along his shaft as you took him a little deeper, letting his tip just kiss the back of your throat.

“Keep going…just like that.” His praise is everything and his voice is so raspy.

You hum in response, the vibrations making his hips buck against your flushed face. Your delicate licks turned into sloppy gags as he thrusted a bit faster to fuck your reddened little face.

He came down your throat with a low whimper as you tried to drink every last drop of him. You could hear a low shudder in his voice as he watched you lap up his cum.

He helped you up, pulling you in for a kiss. He could taste himself on your lips, a hazy smile on both of your faces.

“Let’s get out of here.”

After a few more pecks, and getting dressed, you and Noctis slowly exited the closet hand in hand.

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