Hii! I hope you're well I love your writing and wanted to request (if they're still open - if not feel free to ignore me 😅) : ikemen villains (any you like) reacting to an S/O who becomes really serious and a little cruel when they're drunk. Like they become mean and cunning with a dash of seduction (villainous in a way that's nearly a 180 from their personality).
I hope it's not too specific and I didn't overstep aaany boundaries!
Thank youuuuu 😊
SUMMARY: you become more like a normal member of crown when you're drunk...
CHARACTERS: decided to include all of them and do little descriptions instead of individual headcanons :3
COMMENTS: its been a hot second since someone asked for the cybird games so pardon me if i am rusty SDJSDJJSD i havent opened ikevil since last year ToT
They find it charming if anything. Seeing a side of yourself that you don’t normally show other people makes him feel so special. And yes, maybe that’s a bit evil, and maybe he should be taking better care of you, but it’s so amusing. You know how he is, little Robin...so please, when you wake up tomorrow morning, have mercy on him!
— Roger, Alfons, William.
He thinks you’re beautiful always, but especially right now. You’re usually so sweet and kind and gentle, but now you’re menacing. You look like you mean business with that alcoholic beverage in your hand, your eyes half lidded and lips pulled into a smirk. He wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you bad.
— Liam, Elbert, Victor, Ellis.
He pretends it doesn’t affect him. Teases you with words that are a little too harsh and touches that are a little too warm. Before you know it, you’re eating out of the palm of his hand, slumping against him as you mumble confessions of love. He allows himself a millisecond of weakness, his brow creasing with affection for you.
Featuring: Jude, Ellis, William, Liam, Alfons, Elbert, Victor, Roger, Harrison, Darius, Nica, Ring
Pov: Female reader > the Villains will refer to the reader as "Robin"
🔔 My dear readers!! I'm so happy to see so many of you enjoying yourself with this random prompt I had about these bois! Pls never feel shy reachin out to mhe OR sharin ur thoughts! All ur comments are precious to mhe~
CONTEXT... You let yourself be swept in their twisted love and adoration - allowing yourself to indulge - until one day you woke up with a satisfied smile only for your face to pale and eyes bulge out when your eyes set on your callneder noting tomorrow you had to submit your reports to the Queen. Reports which you forgot about and reports you didn't evne started to work on... "Shit..."
. . .
CROWN
Liam E.
🐦...
Liam. Liam. Our eager boy is just as sweet as the candy scent that follows him. Lucky you! This one is actually helpful.
The first thing that reached me as I surfaced from sleep was the sweet scent of candy. It lingered in the air, soft and familiar. I smiled and pressed my face deeper into the pillow, only then realizing I had my hands tucked under it with my cheek pressing into it.
I exhaled and turned my head. The other side of the bed lay open, sheets wrinkled and empty. A small smile pulled at my lips.
I turned my head back and stretched, feeling the pull run down my spine until it eased. A quiet groan slipped out before I could stop it.
Liam…
The thought dragged, low and tired. He never listened when I told him to leave his side of the bed just slightly undone, if not fully made.
And yet, every time he flashed that reassuring grin before slipping off to whatever corner of madness had claimed him that day, I already knew how it would end. Five minutes later, the conversation would be gone from his head.
My gaze shifted to the nightstand. The reading lamp stood where it always did, its base catching the light. Beside it, the small red clock ticked steadily next to a crowded calendar, stickers filled edge to edge., going even over Liams barely readable handwriting.
I had given it to him after the third time he missed something important. It hadn’t helped much. He still forgot or got easily distracted by seomthing making him arrive later.
If anything that gifted callander could be considered just part of his bigger hoard of callenders if not for his constant use of it and showace that it was more precious than the other callenders.
But my eyes didnt' linger longer than neccessary, instead settling on the porcelain cup. Thin threads of steam curled upward, carrying a faint sweetness that reached me even from the bed. Beside it, slices of bread rested on a plate, their surface glazed with honey that caught the light in soft gold.
I smiled to myself.
Liam always forgot dates. His mind wandered, slipping from one thought to the next, never settling long enough to hold onto small things like that.
But when he woke before me, he never forgot to bring me breakfast. I long came to associate the faint smell of something warm already filling the air with Liam silently apologising for not being there.
“Thank you, love,” I murmured under my breath, the words falling into the quiet room.
I pushed myself up and leaned against the bedframe, drawing the plate closer. The bread was still warm. The honey clung to my lips as I took a bite, soft and sweet, melting across my tongue.
Halfway through, I reached for the tea. I paused, letting the steam brush my face as I breathed in.
Cherry!
I took a careful sip, the warmth spreading slowly as I swallowed. My eyes drifted, settling on the calendar. Stickers crowded its surface, bright and scattered, layered over cramped handwriting that was barely readable. It looked like chaos, but I had learned how to read it. Liam always made sense of it.
I leaned closer, scanning the past few days. My eyes moved down, ready to see what today held-
I choked.
The tea burned at the back of my throat as I coughed, my hand snapping over my mouth while I held the cup away from the bed. My vision blurred for a second, then snapped back, locking onto the calendar again.
The pink circle.
Today.
Fuck.
I squeezed my eyes shut and coughed again before setting the cup down with a quick, uneven motion. My legs swung over the edge of the bed, feet hitting the floor as I pushed myself up, still trying to steady my breathing.
I was already moving.
Out of Liam’s bedroom, into the hall, then faster, my steps quickening until I was nearly running. My pyjamas clung loosely as I crossed the distance to my room - the one that had slowly become more of my private office, seeing as more and more of my things find their way to Liam's room instead.
.
.
.
I slipped inside and shut the door behind me, turning the lock until it snapped into place, sending a clear message to whoever decided to interrupt me today.
A groan pushed out of me as I pressed my palm over my face and turned toward the room. “I really ignored it the whole month…”
I drew in a breath and held it, then let it out slowly until my chest settled. The desk waited where it had always been. The typewriter sat in the centre, papers spread in uneven stacks that leaned into each other.
“Good thing I still made notes,” I said under my breath.
I pulled the nearest stack closer and sat, flipping through until I found the first set. Alfons. He had fewer pages than the others. An easier place to begin.
I slid the report into position, nudging the edges until it lined up with the machine. My neck turned once, then the other way. My shoulders followed, arms stretching overhead until the pull ran down my sides. I let them fall.
My fingers came to rest on the keys.
For a moment, nothing moved.
Then I started.
The keys answered in a steady rhythm, each press sharp, controlled. The motion settled into my hands without effort, familiar enough to push everything else to the edges.
It should feel calm. It always has.
But this time, there was weight behind each strike, a pressure that kept my fingers moving, faster than usual, tighter. I didn’t pause. I didn’t think my sentence through.
I just write whatever came to mind while reading what I've written on Alfon's "evil" deeds.
The room slipped away.
Only the pages remained in my line of focus.
.
.
.
The keys kept a steady rhythm under my fingers, drowning out everything else. Each line pulled me forward, letter by letter, until the page held all of my attention. I did not notice the light in my room fading. Day slipped out without a sound, and the chatter of birds gave way to a quiet broken only now and then by a distant owl.
I do not remember if anyone tried to open the door. Already too deep into my work to notice such things.
At some point, I reached for the table lamp and switched it on. A warmer circle of light settled over the desk. Shadows gathered at the edges of my vision. I saw them, registered them, and went back to the next page. Just four more. I can do this.
Cool air moved through the room, brushing past my skin, lifting a few strands of my hair. I did not turn. I did not see the window draw shut to my left.
There were no footsteps. Nothing that could further warn me. The shadows had already been there, so I didn't register when a long one joined them, melting into them.
A moment passed in tight silence, one my body caught before I did, the tension settling into my shoulders without my notice.
Then the page in front of me lifted.
It rose in a quick, clean motion, as if someone had taken it between their fingers and pulled.
“Ah- what the- Huh!” I pushed back from the desk, reaching for it, but something pressed against my chest and forced me down. My breath caught. My back met something solid, but not the chair I had been sitting on.
I swallowed and tilted my head up, eyes fixed on the sheet hovering above me. Without thinking, I left my throat open. The pressure shifted, sliding higher, settling at my neck. My body went still.
What is-
The thought broke off.
Something behind me moved. A shadow stretched over my lap and the table, drawn long by the thin moonlight slipping through the window.
The fear dropped out of me right after.
Ah… sweet. I commented on the familiar scent washing over me.
I let myself lean back into the warmth. My neck arched, slow, giving space as something unseen traced along the side of it, light at first, then firmer.
A breath left me.
I smiled and whispered, “Liam…”
As if answering a command I had not spoken, the page stilled midair and slipped into narrow fingers. It hung there, swaying in front of me. The hand at my neck shifted, sliding down to rest over my upper chest, firm enough to hold me in place. Warmth brushed my temple. Then lips, soft, familiar.
“Robin~”
He sang it into my hair. I felt the curve of his smile more than I saw it. Mine came just as easily, and I leaned into him, pressing closer until he let out a quiet chuckle and gave in, kissing me again, with more weight behind it.
We stayed like that for a moment.
Then his chin settled on my shoulder. I turned my head, catching the dim red of his eyes as they flicked toward the typewriter. The page still moved lightly in his other hand, back and forth at the edge of my vision, while his arm held me in place.
“Whatcha doin’?”
I let out a small breath. “I forgot the reports for this month.” My gaze dropped to the desk. “I’m trying to finish them all in one go.”
He did not answer right away.
I looked back at him. The pause felt wrong. Liam rarely held still long enough for silence to stretch like that.
His expression had gone quiet, turned inward in a way I did not see often.
I shifted, leaning forward just enough, and reached up to brush my fingers along his cheek. “Liam? Is something the matter.”
The change was immediate.
His eyes lit, sharp and bright, and that familiar grin spread across his face, wide and a little too knowing. He pressed his cheek into my shoulder, lids lowering as he looked at me.
“I was just worried all this time.” His voice softened. He closed his eyes, and a small, uneven smile followed. His fingers found a few loose strands of my hair and began to toy with them. “Had all sorts of thoughts about what could’ve kept you busy. Not one of ’em said you forgot your actual job.” His lips twitched. “Am I rubbin’ off on ya, Robin~”
The grin returned, fuller now, pleased with itself. He leaned into me, content, almost drowsy in the lamplight.
“That makes me so, so happy.”
I smiled, though it did not sit as easily.
My eyes flicked to the unfinished pages on the desk. The weight of them pressed at the edge of my thoughts, but I let it drift. Just for a moment.
I reached up, brushing his fringe back so I could see him properly. His gaze widened a fraction, following the movement, caught.
“What made you have all those ‘mad’ thoughts, silly kitty?”
He blinked.
The smile that came after was smaller. He closed his eyes again and leaned into my touch without hesitation, like a cat asking for pats. I let my fingers move through his hair, slow, steady, scratching lightly at his scalp.
He did not speak immediately, and I didn't push him to do so.
I let the silence sit between us. His thoughts always moved too fast at first. He needed time to sort them, to let them settle.
After a while, he exhaled. His eyes opened, but his focus stayed somewhere distant.
“Today was my play…”
The words made my hand stop.
I went still, then everything rushed back at once. The date. The scribbled notes. The mark on the calendar.
“Shit.”
My head tipped back with a low groan, my hand dropping from his hair.
Of course. Of course.
So that's what he meant by him rubbing off on me.
A breath slipped out of me, then another, and before I could stop it, a quiet laugh followed. It built slowly, catching in my chest. From beside me, Liam, after a baffled pause, joined in. His laughter was lighter, brighter, threading into mine until I could not tell them apart.
Tears blurred my vision.
His arms came around me from behind, both of them this time, pulling me close as he pressed his face into the side of my head. Our laughter softened, folding into each other, until it was nothing but warmth and breath shared in the dim light.
When the laughter faded, I let out a long breath, with a smile still lingering on my face. Liam followed the motion, his chin settling over my shoulder again. He looked pleased, looser now, the earlier edge gone.
My hand moved on its own, slipping back into his hair. Only then did I notice the faint glitter caught between the strands, dull sparks in the lamplight. I wondered what role he had played, what lines he had ad-libbed, what I had missed.
With the thoughts at the front of my mind, I easily recalled his excitement and how he had wanted it to be a surprise and told me nothing.
I wanted to ask. To hear him tell me all about it, step by step, with that restless energy of his.
But my eyes drifted back to the unfinished pages on the desk.
My hand slowed, then stilled in his hair.
He noticed.
His cheek pressed against mine as he leaned in, taking the same angle as me, both of us facing the desk now. His presence filled the space easily, light where mine had grown heavy.
“You still have to finish this, right?”
His tone was flat, but there was something under it, a quiet turn of thought.
I sighed and let my head tip back until it rested against his shoulder. “Yeah… sorry. You’ll have to sleep alone for ton- huh? Liam?”
He pulled away before I could finish.
I turned, caught off guard, watching him already walk towards the locked door without a word.
The door clicked open, and he slipped out, closing it quietly behind him.
My chest tightened, the space he left behind too sudden. I stared at the door for a moment, then let out a small breath and turned back to the desk.
That was easier than I thought.
Still…
I pressed my lips together. Him leaving like that sat wrong.
I shook my head and tapped my cheeks lightly, forcing the thought away. My shoulders rolled as I stretched, neck cracking, fingers stiff when I flexed them.
Back to work.
The keys picked up again, though not as steadily as before.
I had no sense of how long had passed before I heard the door open again.
The sound cut through the stillness. My hands stopped. I stared at the page, then blinked, realising I had not sunk back into it the way I had before.
I knew why.
A yawn pressed up, and I swallowed it down as I turned toward the door.
Liam had to forget to lock the door behind him.
“I'm sorry, but I'm- huh?”
Liam stood there, smiling widely, a typewriter held in his arms like something he had just pulled from a hidden treasure. He lifted it slightly, showing it off.
“Looky what I found, Robin!”
He sounded like he had found something precious.
I could only watch as he carried it in, set it down on the floor, and dropped into a cross-legged seat beside my chair. His eyes gleamed up at me, grin sharp and bright.
He raised a hand, palm up. “M'Lady. Will you allow me to shoulder your ‘sin’?”
I let out a quiet laugh. “Dramatic.”
Still, I reached for one of the reports and handed it to him. As he took it, I held his gaze for a moment longer, hoping he could read the depths of the words I uttered.
“Thank you.”
His smile widened before he turned to the machine, expression shifting, focus settling in.
I watched him for a second. Then I noticed the floor beneath him.
Cold.
I stood, grabbed the blanket from my bed, and draped it over his head before sitting back down.
He looked up at once, eyes wide, caught between confusion and curiosity.
“I don’t need you getting sick on me,” I said, already turning back to my own typewriter. “I still have to apologize for missing your play.”
The keys started again, steadier now.
There was a small shuffle beside me. Then the weight of his back pressed lightly against my leg as he leaned into me. A moment later, the sound of his typing joined mine.
The rhythm settled.
Two sets of keys, side by side.
After a while, a small smile formed without me noticing.
18+, pwp, sub reader, threesome, spitroasting, unprotected sex, unedited
You were on the bed and Harrison watched from the chair, lounging back with that smirk on his face. All the while Liam kissed down your neck. Your breath gradually became heavier as you watched Harrison’s teasing expression. Your ears burned knowing he was watching someone else do this to you, his closest friend.
“Hey, pay more attention to me.” Liam’s voice cut through the shuffling of sheets and he tugged on you.
You turned and met his pouting face. He gave you a quick kiss. He opened your top and took it off as he licked and sucked your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth. You bit your lip to stifle a sound. Your core burned and your eyes shifted over to your boyfriend once more to see if he was alright with this.
“Aww, you sound so cute,” Liam said. “Can you make more for me?”
His teeth sunk into you and you let out a yelp and moan in one. You squeezed your thighs together.
Within moments you were completely bare, pressed back on the bed and Liam was undoing his belt. If you tilted your head back you could look at Harry, but your eyes stayed locked on Liam as he took his cock out and pumped it to get it even stiffer. A bead of pre-cum on the tip glistened in the moonlight from the window.
He quickly stuck his fingers in you, rubbing your insides like he was trying to find out where you liked it as fast as he could. You squirmed and moaned. Your head leaned back, and you could see Harry with his own length in his hand slowly stroking it as he tilted his head.
“Is this exciting to you?” He asked with the same smile on his face, but his eyes deep and hot.
“N-no.” You gasped as Liam hit a good spot.
“That’s a lie.”
You felt the hot head of Liam’s cock at your hole and slipped in with one thrust. You let out a sound as he filled you up. He groaned. You watched your love jerked off to you being fucked by another man. His eyes taking in every expression and the way your body bounced from each thrust. How your thighs trembled and how conflicted but in pleasure you looked.
You were nearly completely bare as Liam laid against you and humped his hips inside of you, making you fall apart on him. He bit and nipped at your neck. You mewled and your skin felt like a furnace knowing someone else was making you feel like that, with Harry seeing all of it.
“You like Liam inside of you?” Harry teased once more. His hand moved faster on his cock.
You tried to keep your voice straight with Liam’s hips meeting yours with each thrust.
“I’d like it if you were too.”
His eyes went wide for a moment before he chuckled and his eyes went soft. “That *was* the truth.”
He stood up and walked over to you. His heat lightly slapped against your cheek, leaving traces of wet on the skin.
“You want it?”
You nodded and he let you wrap your lips around it. You took it as deep down your throat as you could, leaning your head back. Your tongue ran over top of him, tasting the evidence of how turned on he was. You sucked him in deeper and swallowed. Your moans from Liam hitting deep and from being so full vibrated around him.
He thrusted deep and filled your mouth while Liam filled the rest of you.
“Harry, do you want to go in here?” Liam said as he moved in and out of you. “I can take the mouth!”
Harry hummed and smiled while he lazily thrusted in. “Good idea.”
Liam pulled out and got off the bed to quickly wipe down his penis with a wet cloth. Meanwhile Harry pushed into your mouth one more time before pulling out. Your mouth tried to follow him, getting a laugh out of him.
He got onto the bed and you rolled onto your hands and knees. You moved back to give Liam room to get on.
Harry's hands held your hips as your knees and palms sank into the mattress. You took a breath, feeling caged in and hot with both men on either end of you. A burning heat pressed against your hole. You whined as Harry rubbed the tip against you. It swirled against you, pressing just slightly before teasingly rubbing again. You squeezed around nothing wantingly.
Liam shifted with his knees sinking into the bed. He kneeled in front of you. His cock in hand and held out for you. You opened up for him. Liam slowly moved inside your mouth. Your mouth sealed around him and you sucked.
The head of Harry’s length pressed past the ring of muscles and against your walls. It stung from the stretch, it pushed its way through and you moaned around Liam. His hips stuttered from it. Harry thrusted into you. The large, hot length moving in and out and massaging against you, slowly going deeper.
Your eyes flutter from both sensations. You couldn’t believe you were sucking someone else off as Harry was behind, but it felt so good. Harry hit the spot that made you see stars twice and you moaned even more. Your brain went fuzzy with pleasure. You sucked even harder as you throbbed.
Both of their hips met you as they went deeper. Abusing the most special spots of you. You were being pushed and pulled onto each of them. Your insides fluttered as you couldn’t even think anymore. Everything was just white pleasure until it struck your nerves like lightning. Mind numbing pleasure flooded you. You let out a strangled moan on Liam’s cock. You squeezed around Harrison.
Liam let out a gasp and his hips jerked erratically. He twitched and the seed dripped down your throat. He moaned with his head held back, and nearly collapsed as he panted.
Harry’s hands gripped hard onto you. He thrust deep a few more times, his pelvis pressing hard into your ass until he came. He pulsed inside of you and your walls squeezed and milked him.
You fell onto the bed. Catching your breath as the warm pleasure stayed in you. A cloth wiped over you. Harry swept it down your thighs and anywhere else before he laid next to you held you from behind. Liam panted in your ear and cuddled in as well. Harry’s hand calming stroked your skin. And that was the last thing you remembered before drifting into blissful sleep.
The Between Two Villains bonus story with Harrison and Liam is making me think what a threesome would be like with them. And since my brain won't shut up about it, I've decided to infect you with this thought.
Provided you're AFAB, I imagine Harrison getting between your legs and eating you out because it tastes sweet. Staring up at your reactions and blushing face makes it taste even better. While Liam is holding your upper body, kissing you and of course he can't help but play with your nipples. He seems to like them a lot. Rubbing, tweaking, and pinching them just enough to draw a gasp out of you and make your body jolt. Your hips unintentionally bucking up into Harrison's tongue, drawing out moan. So intense and so good that tears prick in your eyes as you beg.
They'd both love seeing you like that and how much they affect you. And neither of them would plan to stop anytime soon.
CW: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, established relationship, porn with plot
Age : Liam 26 y/o x Kate 31 y/o
Audience: female reader
Contents: Liam Evans x Kate (reader)
I always wondered what it will be like if Crown celebrated Kate's Birthday... And as you can see, that is the theme here!
It's added to my masterlist.
Enjoy!
"Nnngh, Liam!" I gasped with intense pleasure. But Liam was relentless, thrusting with all his might.
(How much time has it been...?)
It was before dawn of my birthday.
Three days prior, I got kidnapped by some of a gang and was rescued yesterday by Crown. I had a suspicion of Liam cheating on me with some other woman, but we got cleared the night before. We had sex after a long time and I passed out before midnight.
After midnight, I woke up in some moment before dawn. I noticed my lover staring at me. Liam always had sleeping disorder. When I asked him if he had been awake all while, Liam grinned and told that it was impossible for him to not to stare at me. And of course he made sure to wish me for my birthday, that made my heart flutter.
Eventually that sweetness of him led to our intimacy again; and here I was gasping and whining with pleasure when he thrust in and out of me.
"Liam! Please, deeper!"
I got surprised by how greedy I was when that plea escaped my lips. I clamped up my mouth with my hand.
Liam: ''No! Don't stop your voice!"
His strong, yet slender arms wrapped around me as his hand tried to peel off my hand from my lips.
Liam: "Kate...please, my name. Say it."
I was on four on the bed as he bent over me, whispering in my ears from behind.
(Liam...)
His strong chest touched my back, and I could feel his abs; engraved in his flesh. His strong arms were around me as his heat was deep inside.
Kate: ''Aaah, Liam! Liam—"
Liam: ''Nngh!"
That was the trigger for him as he came immediately. I felt hot liquid burst inside of me as we slumped on the bed in a sticky mess.
I was satisfied long ago as I came before him. Pure Bliss was washing over me. My pleasure of our aftermath was Liam's presence with me; his soft lips kissing me, his warm hand gently caressing my skin, his sultry voice whispering words of love....
Liam: "Kate..."
Kate: ''Yes?''
We were slumped on the bed after the intense lovemaking, me on my stomach under him, his length joining us together.
Liam : "Tomorrow is your birthday and I have many plans! I think we should stop for now...or..."
I knew very well what will happen if we go further with lovemaking, but a sudden wicked instinct made me compelled to tease him, "Or what?"
Liam: "You might not be able to stand anymore..."
Kate: "...Yes... Then let's rest under the sheets. I want to be in your embrace..."
Liam: "I was planning to do so!"
I could imagine him winking, though his face was behind me and it was dark in the room.
Liam slowly slid himself out of me, and despite all reason, I felt all empty—
When he turned me on my side and embraced me in his gentle arms, I could feel his hot breath caressing my forehead.
Liam: "Keep expecting, Kate! I will make your day memorable!"
I could not help but chuckle, "I know. But...."
I reached up one shaky hand to touch his cheek, gently stroking it, "All I need is to be your side and that will be enough."
**************
Morning came in our wake. We left bed a little early to head to the bath. Before any other member of Crown catch us, we finished our bathing.
But the moment we stepped in the dining for breakfast—
Victor exclaimed with such joy that all others get silent immediately.
I expected something loud, but this was definitely out of expectation as I saw tasty food laden in the table and many gifts aside those.
Others also wished me my birthday. William did it with his usual elegance, Harrison did it with his normal easygoing smile. Alfons was no where to see but Lord Elbert wished me quitely. Wishing me my greetings, he offered me a piece of paper, ''From Alfons.''
(Alfons left a message for me?)
I took the paper and checked the contents.
"Happy Birthday, dear robin. Have a nice time with your lover."
Liam: ''What does it say?"
Liam seemed eager to hear.
William: "Will you read it to us?"
(Um...)
I was not sure if I should read it, because somehow it felt suggestive, given the fact this came from an utter debaucher.
But I opened my mouth and read it anyway, not to raise up suspicion.
Victor: "That reminds me! You have a date with Liam today, don't you?''
Kate: ''Yes..."
Just then the door of the dining opened and Roger stepped in.
Roger: "Good morning, everyone. Oh, lil lady? Happy Birthday."
I nodded with a thanks.
Victor: "That reminds me! Ellis and Jude wished your happy day! Since they are too busy with their work, they could not make it to give you directly. They also told sorry for it."
Kate: ''I doubt Jude will do so..."
Victor: ''Anyway! Miss Kate, today is your day! Eat lot and enjoy everything! And forget about the past three days— just have fun for now!"
Kate: "Thanks, Victor."
Victor: ''You are certainly welcome, My dear."
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After breakfast, I headed to the town with Liam.
As we strolled down the noisy and lively London streets.
We were heading to Scala theatre, because Catherine was insisting I visit them in my birthday.
Kate: "Whoa!"
As I stepped in the theatre, everyone rushed in to greet me.
All: "Happy Birthday, Kate!"
"Th-Thanks you..." I trailed off when a beautiful woman steped forwards.
Actress: ''Good morning and Happy Birthday, Miss Kate."
Without waiting for my response, the actress bowed deeply before me.
Kate: ''!!!''
Catherine: ''I am Catherine, an actress here. I apologize for all the discomfort and trouble I caused you."
I felt like I was lost of words.
Kate: ''No! Please raise your head! You did nothing wrong! I heard from Liam and I know you did it to help him for my sake!"
Another man hurried forwards, only to bow just like Catherine.
Friedrich: ''I am so sorry, my lady, to give you the wrong information!"
Kate: "It's Okay! Please, raise your head, you two."
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When we stepped out of the theatre, I felt fully satisfied and happy.
The recruits gave me some gifts. Bianca gave me a brooch, Catherine prepared baked sweets. The guys did not dare to give much gift, but Friedrich gave me a muffler as an apology. I doubted Liam would be happy if I wore another man's gift, so I intend not to use it.
Liam: "Kate! We have more plans!"
Kate: "Really?... Where will we go now?"
Liam winked cutely, ''To the bakery!"
We went to the bakery I often went to when I was stressed during my job of letter carrier.
When we took a seat, Liam told with a cheerful demeanor, "Order what you want!"
Kate: "Really?...hmm, what should I order?"
I ended up ordering a grape tart and a parfait.
I asked Liam if he would want some. I knew altogether he did not like sweets. But too my surprise, he agreed.
"Liam....you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to..."
Liam: ''I am not forcing myself! I am doing this for my own personal wish to make your day perfectly memorable!"
Liam scooted towards me with the chair and took a spoon. He took a bite from the parfait before holding a spoonful for me.
Kate: "Eh..."
Liam: ''No need to be shy! Open your mouth! Aaa...."
Kate: ''Aaa..."
He fed me with the spoon. The sweet texture of the spoonful of sweet spread across my mouth, making me beam with happiness immediately.
Kate: ''Mmn... Tasty!"
Liam: ''Isn't it?"
Saying that, Liam ate himself another spoonful of parfait. Seeing him gingerly stuffing the dessert in his mouth, a guilty feeling tingled within my chest.
(He is doing so much for my birthday...it's really not fair.)
Kate: "Liam....please don't eat these anymore."
I voiced my wish, as Liam froze.
Kate: ''I know you want to celebrate my birthday and make it memorable and all...but I don't want it to force you discomfort. Please don't push yourself too hard for it."
I reached out my hand to remove the spoon from his mouth and placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.
Yes, we sat close on the table, beside each other to enjoy our companion. And he was near enough for placing a kiss on his cheeks.
Liam stared at me in wide surprise as I gently smiled at him, taking the spoon from his hand to stuff it in my mouth instead.
Liam: "Ah...Kate..."
I looked at him, chewing on the fruit slices of the dessert as I felt heated stare on me. When I looked at him, Liam's stare felt intense.... A sinful sensuality in it.
Before I knew anything, his lips were on mine, his lips were on mine, tongue invading my mouth. His tongue twined with mine along with the sweet, savory texture of the parfait.
Kate: "Mmn!"
Liam: ''Nnn..."
It was a fleeting kiss. Spreading his tongue over mine for several times, he broke the kiss. Despite it's fleeting nature, the kiss was so passionate, it left me trembling.
Kate: "Liam...."
Suddenly he seemed like he was back in his sense and realized what he had done as his panic broke out.
Liam: ''S-sorry—"
"Mama! They are a couple, right? They just kissed!"
A cheerful voice rang out, dragging out attention. I turned around to notice a middle aged woman tugging her child with the hand in a exasperated facial expression.
Mother: "Tommy! That's rude to say it! You should not say that like that!"
Child: "But they kissed, right? That makes them a couple!"
I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. But before I could deal with all the self consciousness—
A loud voice cheered with a whistle sound and I turned my head again to find a young man whistling and a teenage boy cheering for us.
Teenager: "No need to shame, my lady! I can guess you have a big day with your lover, so don't mind us!"
The young man protested who seemed like his older brother, "Why do your reassuring sounds like sarcasm? My lady and Mr. Lover, please, my brother always has this tendency to wrongly express his impression. Please don't mind him—"
Teenager: "I never meant it like sarcasm!"
His brother: "But your choice of words was wrong!"
Teenager: "Huh?! Then how should I express it otherwise?!"
His Brother: ''That is yours to think! If you can't choice your words correctly, then say nothing—"
As their argument broke out, the baker shouted from the counter,''Please, dear customers, be placid!"
The middle aged mother's voice suddenly reached my ears from the side, "Please miss, forgive me for my boy's insolence."
To be honest, it was hard to process what was exactly going on in the bakery. First a passionate kiss from Liam, then the shouting and then the brotherly brawl, then the baker—
I don't remember exactly what I told to the mother but it seems it was something like ''It's okay" or "No problem".... But when my gaze fixed on my side—on Liam— I forget everything.
Liam was looking so guilty that he stared in the ground like a lost child.
(Oh no...I am sure he is blaming the shame on himself...)
Before I knew it, my hands were on his under the table, squeezing them. He looked up with a startle and gazed at me.
''It's not your fault," I whispered, "I wanted it too. And I liked it!" I tried to keep my voice cheerful to encourage him. And that seemed to work a little as a faint smile lit up his face, "Really? I liked the taste of the dessert on your tongue, too!"
I know he is even blaming at least a tiny part of this on him....but I also liked the thing how Liam was growing more demanding and expressive through out the days. The past Liam could have never kissed me like that in front of a crowd and create a commotion. And I mean it in a positive way.
As the confusion cleared, we focused on eating and the tension in the bakery vanished in an instant as the mother dragged his child out of the bakery and the two brothers started eating. A while later, they started arguing again over some other thing and the baker needed to interfere. I guessed they are always like that.
Liam was also smiling, quick forget it. Or it seemed.
When we left the bakery, our bellies were full. After stepping out of the building, Liam froze.
Kate: "Hm? Liam?"
Liam seemed grim. He murmured, "Please..."
Kate: ''What?"
Liam: "Please forgive me for all the commotion inside."
He seemed like a lost kitten, afraid of the rain. His gaze faltered as his hand squeezed mine in an apology.
(I knew it.)
I stepped closer to him.
Kate: ''Liam."
Liam startled,"Y-Yes?" His hands trembled slightly and I squeezed it tight in my palm.
Kate: "I liked it, Liam. I don't mind people fussing over our passionate love as long as I like it."
Liam: "!!!"
Kate: ''I don't mind how they fussed over it. If it means we are happy to love, kiss and embrace each other, I can face all the people in the world disgracing us. I won't feel slightest discomfort if they do that, because our love is all that matters to me. That to said," I placed my hand on his cheek, cupping them, "I don't mind you showing off our love everywhere."
I didn't hesitated. I saw how those pretty lips of his quivered and all my reason was gone. I forgot that I was in public.
I yanked down Liam to kiss on to his lips. It was not a deep, but a sweet kiss, but that alone worked. I pulled away to see his face.
Liam seemed relieved again.
Liam: "Kate...Thank you!"
(Yes. I want to see happiness on your face.)
Liam seemed genuinely happy. And if that happiness lasts, I can conquer the world with the strength it brings.
I smiled too. Genuinely.
///////////////////
We visited the park after the bakery. Liam was so enthusiastic about the whole thing. We bought some food to have a mini picnic in the park. After the park, Liam brought me to the bookstore and gifted me a book. I was so happy with the gift, I was on the verge of losing control on myself to resist kissing him. It was a new, popular book I once stated him I wish to read not long ago, and here he is, present me the book as my birthday gift!
By the time we returned to the castle, it was dark outside. Despite the dark envelop, Crown Castle was reverberating with cheers.
We returned to the castle to only meet with Victor's "Special Birthday Party for The Fairytale Keeper". I was astonished to see all the arrangements Victor made. There was a huge cake on the table. I never saw this big cake in my life. All the Crown members were sitting around the dining table.
William was drinking wine gracefully on a chair. Harrison was dazing off like Lord Elbert, as if he did not sleep well in the might. Jude was grumpy about the whole thing, smoking relentlessly. Ellis was eating some sweet snacks. Alfons and Roger were arguing about something. Lord Elbert was following Harrison's lead to doze off.
Just when we stepped in the dining, the happy birthday wish Victor greeted with me was something else.
The party started with all the members of Crown present. They ate the feast, argued for food....
Victor even arranged a speech from everyone addressing me. They exclaimed many things for me. I should not write here or it will seem more like a disastrous thing that should be wary about. Even that was a complete chaos in the dining hall.
But...
(I am so happy.)
Though they are a bunch of cursed villains, they are also human. They laugh, sleep, suffer in pain, be happy, love eating, argue over their opinion... And that is enough for my chest to flatter.
(What matters most is that they care for me....)
I never had this enjoyable birthday in my life.
When Victor clapped his hands to stop the chaos regarding the speech, I lifted my hand.
''Yes, Miss Kate?"
''I want to say something, too."
Victor didn't seem surprise. I know because he thought I will do it.
"Of course," He flashed me a knowing and vivid smile, and I stood from my seat.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat and gazed to them. Everyone was silent, waiting for me to speak.
Kate: "Thank you so much for arranging a birthday party this fun for me. I really appreciate it and thus, I want to offer my gratitude."
They were all silent. I saw in the corner of my eyes to see Liam shifting his posture.
Kate: "To speak fairly, I never had this fun in a party. And I can feel, you care about me so much. That is clear from your participation in this occasion. I had so much fun. Thank you very much." I took a deep breath to ready myself for the next declare, "Liam," I shifted my gaze to my lover.
"Yes?" Liam seemed a little flustered.
"Thank you for this wonderful day. I will remember it till the end."
It took a moment for him to grasp what I said and at last, he beamed with joy, "No meed to thank me! I will make sure to make your birthdays more memorable than anything."
Jude: "Tch...can ya now finish the sentimentality? It's sickening'."
I laughed at Jude's word, "Okay. Thanks, Jude."
Jude: "Huh?! You are a loon if ya thank me for that!"
Kate: ''Yes, I know."
Alfons: ''Ahha! Rather than dejecting it, she admirably admitted it. You should learn something from her, Roger."
Roger: ''What does that have anything to do with me?"
Alfons: ''That ignorance is that make you so much annoying."
Roger: ''You never change—"
The room broke in another argument as Alfons and Roger started bickering back and forth.
(It's so fun...)
I can't forget it even if I tried. I will remember this birthday for all my life.
***************
The door shut behind us. As soon as it shut down, I was in Liam's embrace.
I didn't know who was the first one to move and embrace the other. I also don't know who kissed the other first. All I knew was that I was kissing Liam deeply, ravaging his mouth.
We tumbled on the bed together. Liam straddled my hip as he broke the kiss.
We both were panting heavily for the kiss. The heat in Liam's eyes stripped me of my hesitation. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him in.
''I love you, Liam," I whispered in his ears. I could barely hold back my own desires, my words heavily seeped into it.
Kate: "I need nothing more than your love as a birthday present...in fact, it is the best birthday present I can have and demand for.."
Liam pulled back slightly to peer in my eyes. All I could see in his expression is the warm passion emanating from him.
"I really want to make love to you. Can I?" Liam also whispered in a sultry tone and all I could do was to nod.
He hesitated no more. Liam gripped my hands and pinned them down on the cool bedsheets. My two hands were above my head as he kissed me.
Kate: ''Mmn....Ahh.."
Liam: "Kate—nngh!"
My chest heaved high with the heavy breathing. The rose and downed with perfect rhythm with my panting.
After breaking the kiss, Liam used one of his hands to strip me off my clothes, while the other held my hands tightly.
When my blouse were removed, Liam leaned in.
Liam: ''Hehe, look at them. They are too cute...and soft..."
He told those sweet words as he palmed my breasts, making them more flushed and ripen. As if proving his words, my breasts were bulging beneath his fingers, definitely soft.
Kate: "Nnn...aah..."
Liam: "Hear those sweet moans. They are sweet as honey..."
His honeyed words completely enveloped my senses, all I could think of was how the owner of words pleasuring me with his hands.
Liam's hand eventually hovered over my abdomen. He tugged the binding of my skirt free, removing them with practiced hands.
Liam spread my legs wide to see my arousal soaking through my panties.
Liam: "Look...how wet you are. You are just as much eager as me, right?"
Kate: ''Yes—nnngh!"
I bit back my moan as his fingers traced across my slit. It was so thrilling that I completely forgot everything but Liam.
Liam: ''Don't suppress your voice, Kate."
Kate: "But...Ahn...if I don't, I will—"
''You will?'' Liam asked in a sultry whisper in my ear as he pushed aside my underwear to slip in his fingers.
Kate: ''Mmmngh—I-I will...go mad!"
Liam: "Then go, please..."
Kate: ''Aaah!"
I moaned loudly as Liam started thrusting his fingers in me. His movements made squelching naughty sounds by the friction of my nectar and his fingers.
Kate: "Liam..."
Liam: ''Yes..."
Kate: ''Mmnh...be more rough, please..."
Liam: "!''
I could see through my hazy gaze that his expression stiffened.
(?)
Liam: "You...you are bad for my heart, Kate."
At the next moment, his fingers pulled out of me. For a split second, I felt totally empty. But then, in the next moment, Liam yanked me on four on the bed, grazing his erection near my entrance from behind.
Liam: "Can I?"
Kate: ''....Yes."
No sooner had I said that than he thrust in, his heat filling me completely. I moaned loudly as my body took his member completely.
Kate: "Nnngh...Liam! Lia—"
Liam: ''Kate... Does it feel good...?"
Kate: ''So good...I think I will go crazy!"
Liam kept thrusting in and out of me with violent force, pounding my insides. It was now hard for me to stand on fours.
(No...I legs and arms are giving up...)
Before I literally fall over the bed, Liam pulled out of me and flipped me on my back. Now I could see his face and I gasped on it.
Liam's face was laden with lust... Lust for me.
Kate: ''Nngh!"
He again thrust me in, so forcefully, it almost hurt. His length hit against my very core with every strong thrust, leaving me moaning and gasping.
I could feel my climax building up. I hooked my legs around his waist and squeezed it between my thighs to have support.
Liam: ''You are...close...right?"
Kate: "Mm...yeah...Aah!"
Liam: "Me, too... A little more...!''
A forceful wave of pleasure surged in me as I saw stars in my vision. I clung to Liam, moaning his name, grasping his hair and clamping him from inside.
Liam's climax was yet to come, so he kept thrusting away violently, overstimulating me.
Liam: ''Kate...! Only a little....!"
(I don't mind. He can do whatever he want to do with me.)
Kate:''It's fine— k-keep up...!"
Liam: "Aaahgh!"
Liam groaned loudly as my words were his last trigger, and came inside me.
We slumped on the sheets, our mixed fluid leaking and trickling down my thighs....
(I am yet to done.)
I rocked my hips to stimulate Liam's groin, and Liam gasped.
Kate: ''Liam... I want more..."
Liam: ''!!!''
Kate: "Please...!"
We were still joined. Liam nodded.
Kate: ''Nngh!"
His member still hard, Liam started to thrust shallowly.
Kate: ''Nnn..."
We were lost in pleasure, so much, I forgot if I had clung to him or I moaned his name. All I remember is another climax started building inside me, and soon I came without warning. I couldn't specify when I stopped thinking anything but the pleasure or when I came or what happened after I came. Because, I passed out with my oversensitive body.
***************
Liam tucked his lover with cool blanket as he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
''I am sorry I got carried away. You were sensitive for all the gap we had recently...I should have known better."
He was certain, Kate wanted to keep up the act to satisfy him. He felt much guilty that he went along with it.
But it was happiness more than guilt that was in his heart. At last he had someone that truly loved her, who was willing to push themselves too hard for his sake.
And he has changed, too. He could have never had this happiness unless he met her.
It was the change because of her.
Liam pressed another kiss on Kate, this time her cheek. A kiss of admiration, reverence and thankfulness.
18+, slight dubcon? (reader implied to be slightly tipsy), skinny dipping, Alfons being a perv, in water, slight Liam x Alfons, anal fingering, double penetration, hand jobs, minimal editing
A/n: If it turns out Liam actually hates swimming, forgive me. Also sorry this is a bit late, I didn't want to rush it
“What should we do next?” Liam skipped down the street.
“Nothing too dangerous. I don't want to lose you both in one night and have to tell Victor.” You looked between both Liam and Alfons.
“We've done this many times before and came back to tell the tale, haven't we?” Alfons said.
Honestly, their “tales” didn’t put you at ease. Although you told yourself you’d come to make sure they were alright, you genuinely did want to hang out with them and have fun.
The night streets of London always felt much more fun with them around. It always felt so much safer with them. To your left was a body of water.
You stared out into the dark, rippling water. The light from the lamps reflected a gold orange off of it. With all of the excitement that night, you let the tension fade and relax as you stared.
“Do you want to go swimming?”
Liam’s voice in your ear made you jump. You didn’t see him get that close. You pressed your lips into a line as you thought and glanced back at the lake. It might be a little bit cool, but the night was warm. And the shimmering water looked so inviting. And you never swam with them before. It would be fun.
“But we don't have any bathing suits.”
“We don't have to be wearing any,” Alfons appeared on the other side of you. Too close.
You rolled your eyes.
Liam smiled. “Oh, that’s a good idea, Al.”
“Thank you, my dear kitty. Now, shall we?” Alfons said.
Your face flushed. The drink you had earlier probably didn’t help.
“Now hold on…” you started.
Liam’s eyes flickered to you. “Is everything alright?” His smile faded for a brief second then returned just as quick. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can go do whatever you want.”
“Hmm,” Alfons hummed. “If you’re nervous about seeing us nude, I can make you see bathing suits to protect your pure, innocent mind. Or any type of dream you desire,” his voice turned low with the last sentence.
“No. Even if I can’t see it, you’ll be able to see me,” you said.
You looked back at the lake in thought. It did sound nice. To just try something new and give in to let yourself do whatever you wanted. And it would be dark anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you found yourself nodding.
“You know what? Fuck it. Let’s do it.”
Liam’s face lit up.
Alfons smiled. “Splendid.”
“But,” you interjected. “We’ll all be staying below the water, and I’m going to get in where you can’t see me.”
You already started making your way down to the water and to the left. Heading to a large shadow behind a tree. If there was anywhere they wouldn’t be able to see you, it was there.
“Be careful,” Liam called after you. You waved.
Your feet padded in the grass in the dark. Once out of sight, you tugged your clothes off. The warm fabric pulled off of your body, making you shiver a bit. Your heart pounded in your chest and you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. The blanket of darkness helped your nerves. Knowing you were nude in public, but no one could see it.
You pulled on your underwear, considering leaving it on. But you didn’t want to have any wet clothes after. And you would be underwater. Your face felt warm against the air. It would probably be fine, and you took it off.
You carefully tucked your clothes into a low branch on the tree and started climbing into the water. Your toes sunk into the mud. You took one careful step at a time, feeling how the water enveloped your body.
You shivered once the water reached your chest. A deep breath filled your lungs before you swam to Alfons and Liam.
Liam smiled at the sight of you and waved. He was deeper in the water, already swimming around while Alfons seemed to be relaxing in the more shallow section. You swam a bit closer.
Even in the dark, you could see the dim light on their bare shoulders, making their muscles look a bit more defined than usual. Your skin felt warmer, even in the water. You tried to keep a straight face. All you had to do was not remember that they were completely naked beneath the water.
With a strong blush on your face, you swam and splashed in the water. Letting yourself do whatever you wanted.
“Finally letting yourself have fun?” Alfons asked.
On another occasion, you might have had a retort. But you just smiled and said, “Yes.”
And tried not to let your eyes drift.
“I’m happy to hear it.” Liam swam over to you. “Say, let’s have a race. You want to join in, Al?”
“I’m quite fine. Physical exertion isn’t quite for me.”
Liam’s eyes shifted to you.
“Sure!”
“First one to that rock on the shore-”
“Liam, I’d have to get out of the water.”
“Oops. Sorry. First one to… that spot,” he pointed to a vague spot in the water, “wins.”
You supposed it didn’t matter if there wasn’t a concrete way of telling who won. It was just fun.
“Okay. Three, two, one, go!”
You swam with him. Trying not to laugh and swallow up the water as you went. Water splashed into your face as he paddled faster than you, pulling ahead. In a moment of desperation, you swept your hand across the water and splashed a wave onto him.
He sputtered for a second which made you freeze in concern until he turned to you. His wet hair dripped over his eyes.
“Not fair.” He splashed back at you, but noticeably not as much.
You turned and covered your face.
A splash fight broke out. Slapping the water, trying to get the other back. You couldn’t stop laughing. If your hair wasn’t wet before, it was now.
“Okay, okay,” Liam relented. He blew a droplet of water off his nose.
“You okay?” You got closer. Your toes managed to touch the water here as you tried to walk to him.
“Yep. I’m ju- sneak attack!”
You yelped as he lunged and wrapped his arms around you. A large wave came from it as you nearly bobbed below the water. But just before your head could go under, he pulled you up into his chest. Relief raced through you and you giggled with your hand on his chest. Your heart was pounding. Next thing you knew, he was spinning you around. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.
You caught your breath as his arms stayed wrapped around you. The heat returned to you when you realized how close you were. Your skin was on his. You couldn’t pull your hand away.
“You two seem to be having a blast. Can I join in?”
Without asking, Alfons slid in behind you. You jumped a bit. How were they so good at sneaking up on you?
Alfons’s hand rested on your bare shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat. It was so simple, but had your skin warming up further. His fingertips lightly dragged across you.
Your fingers curled, reminding you of Liam right in front of you. How you were sandwiched between them. How they didn’t have any clothes on. They were naked on either side of you.You were naked.
A fire lit in your nerves.
Alfons’s breath brushed across your ear. “I have an idea for something more fun, and pleasurable.” His hands slid down your arms. You leaned into him. “What do you think, Liam? Shall we let our new playmate join in on the fun?”
Liam nodded and looked at you. “I want to if you want to. What do you think?” Liam leaned in closer to you. His face was so close.
You nodded.
A brief look of surprise flashed across their faces.
“I want to,” you said loud and clear.
Liam smiled and hugged you close. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. A grin spread across Alfons’s face.
“Wonderful.”
His arms wrapped low around your waist and pulled you back into him. Your feet landed on a slightly more shallow spot where it was easier to keep your head out of the water. His hand dipped low and spread across your sensitive skin.
Liam’s hand wandered down too. Tracing against your hip then thigh. He moved his fingers to your sex only to bump into Alfons’s hand.
“I’ll take care of it here,” Alfons’s said. “You can focus on making our plaything feel good elsewhere.”
Alfons’s practiced hand dragged and teased where it felt good. Rubbing you over and over again. A moan fell from your lips.
“I can make you feel good too,” Liam said.
His hands smoothed over your chest. His fingertips landed on your nipples and circled around them. You jolted and felt the heat between your legs grow.
“Does it feel good?” Liam’s lips were so close to yours.
You nodded.
You didn’t know who leaned in first, but you were kissing him. Your hot lips meshed together. His tongue tangled with your while your thighs clenched. Your hands coiled in his hair and held him close. His fingers still rolled and toyed with your nipples.
Alfons’s lips brushed against your cheek.
“I want a kiss too.”
Your mouth was pulled away from Liam’s and instantly replaced with Alfons’s. He invaded your taste, drawing small moans from you. Your eyes were barely lidded. Your muscles were weak and leaned against them from support.
Liam leaned in again. You could hardly tell who you were kissing anymore. A hot mess of lips until the cool air hit yours again. Your eyes fluttered open to see them kissing each other. Alfon’s thumb pressed harder against you and you let out a whimper.
They parted.
“Did seeing us kiss turn you on?” Alfons teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“We can do it again,” Liam offered.
You stuttered. Your brain was far too clouded.
Alfons chuckled. His fingers moved down to your asshole. Teasing and slowly pushing inside.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you felt yourself clench around his finger.
“We have to prepare you. We both want you.”
Your eyes widened when you realized what that meant.
Liam played with the neglected part of you while Alfons thrusted deeper and scissored in you. You squirmed in their grasp. Getting so worked up it hurt.
Alfons pulled out and you felt something hot prod in its place.
“Are you ready?” Alfons whispered in your ear.
Liam did the same and pressed himself against you.
“They’re not gonna fit,” you whined. You felt yourself twitch.
“Sure they can, we just have to go slow.” Alfons’s hand caressed you soothingly. “Do you want to go first, Liam?”
“Sure!”
Liam’s length slowly pushed into your hole. You bit your lip, as he entered you more and more. Pressing against your walls. His hips jerked and he started thrusting. The water sloshed around you both with each movement
Just as you were getting used to it, you felt Alfons push in. Your mouth opened wide as you felt the stretch, Curses on the tip of your tongue. Your body bounced with each thrust as they grew deeper. The sting fading away and only making you feel hot.
You clenched around both of them. Barely even aware of the sinful sounds coming from your mouth.
Their hands lifted you up and your legs hooked around Liam’s waist. The different paces making your brain melt. Alfons going slow and long while Liam’s were shallow and fast. Each one making your body tense up more and more.
“Are you close, dear?”
Liam panted. “Go ahead. Cum.”
Like your body was listening, your orgasm suddenly crashed on you. Your nerves drowned and twitched in hot pleasure that shot and flooded through you. Spasming around them, only making them press where it felt good more. You cried out and buried your face into Liam while Alfons smoothed your skin.
Your chest heaved as you came down. Sweat sticking to the skin that the water didn’t lap at.
“Did it feel good?” Liam whispered.
You nodded. “Yeah. Really good. Really really good.”
“Good.” Liam hugged you.
“Ah, but Liam. You haven’t reached your peak, have you?”
You slowly lifted your head and realized Alfons was right.
Before Liam could protest and say he didn’t need it, Alfons weaved his hand around you to reach Liam. Liam gasped and his face flushed.
“I can’t let my other playmate not reach the peak of pleasure,” Alfons said. The water rippled as he moved his hand.
Your eyes slowly turned to Alfons as the haze cleared from your head.
“You haven’t cum yet either,” you said.
Without a second thought, your hand reached down and wrapped around him. He jumped and his muscles twitched. You slowly moved your fist up and down.
“Hey,” Liam managed to say through his whimpers, “I wanna help too.” And he reached over.
You all helped each other get off. Touching and jerking until they both finally squirted their load and leaned against you.
You all rested on each other. Their hair tickled your skin. Your wrist hung limply as it rested. You didn’t know how long you stayed there.
“Are we ready to get back to the castle?” you asked.
Liam nodded.
Alfons stood up straighter and the corners of his mouth curved up. “Shall we all sleep together once we’re back.”
Liam said “Oh, that’s probably a good idea,” while you laughed.
18+, self degradation (Liam), voyuerism, mutual mastrubation (but one party is unaware), minimal editing
He only planned on leaving you a gift in your room and leaving immediately after. He smiled to himself after setting it on your desk. It was cut short when he heard the knob to the door turning.
He jumped and turned invisible. Just in time for when you opened the door. A warm feeling fluttered in his chest at the sight of you. Maybe he didn’t need to turn invisible, but he didn’t want to startle you or ruin the surprise.
He would stay just long enough to see your face when you saw it, then slip out.
He didn’t expect you to lock the door and immediately start taking off your clothes.
Blood rushed to his cheeks as his wide eyes saw you pull the hem up and exposed your torso. He only just barely stopped himself from gasping. He spun on his heels and turned around. His hands over his eyes. His mind was still reeling from what he wasn’t supposed to see and that you had no idea he was there.
He heard the bed creak from your weight. Either so occupied that you didn’t notice the gift, which he wouldn’t blame you for since it was small, or were too horny to bother with it right now.
He didn’t dare look over at you. A small wet click echoed in the room and you gasped. Liam’s ears burned. The wet sound only continued. Oh god, you were actually doing what he thought you were doing.
He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed his beating heart wouldn’t give him away. He ignored the way he twitched in his own pants.
His eyes turned over to the door. There was no way he could open the door without you noticing. Without you realizing he was here the whole time. That he could have been watching you like some pervert. He wasn’t, but he couldn’t prove that to you. What if you hated him?
He bit his lip and steeled his resolve. He just had to wait for you to be done. Then leave after you left. All he had to do was stay invisible and look away.
But he could still hear everything. The wet squelch of your fingers working. Your breathy moans falling from your perfect lips and into his ears. How the bedsheets rustled beneath you. He tried to ignore it, but they wormed their way into his brain. Making him imagine what you looked like against his will. It and his racing imagination was almost worse than actually looking.
Liam tried to breathe and calm down, but his whole body felt hot.
He tried to take deep breaths as quietly as he could. His beating heart told him that he was going to get caught. The blood rushed down and down. He couldn’t stop it as his pants felt more and more tight. His hand dug into his thigh. He just had to ignore it. How painfully hot and confined it was. How it begged to come out. How much better it would feel if he did it.
He trembled from the effort. If he took it out he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from touching himself. From getting himself off, and pretending his hand was you. The lust clouding his brain whispered that you would never find out if he did. That he could take all the pain away and you’d never know. When he was in the same room as you.
His focus slipped and he accidentally turned his head just enough to see you. Writhing on the bed while you played with yourself.
He bit back a whimper as his willpower shattered and his hands moved on their own. Take off his belt as quietly as possible, and pull down his pants just enough. He palmed himself just before pulling down his underwear and hissed.
He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it standing at attention. How painfully hard it was. The cool air contrasted on the hot flesh, making him feel even more sensitive. He held back a whimper. This was a bad idea. But he couldn’t stop himself. His hand wrapped around it and gave a pump. His other hand flew to his mouth. One sound out of him and it’d be all over. You’d know he was a dirty perv and hate him.
He tried to be quiet, but it was so hard. His reservations deteriorated more and he kept stealing glances at you. Your face was so flushed. You looked amazing. He twitched in his own hand.
He moved his hand with the same pace as you. He closed his eyes for a second and imagined it was you. That all of those moans were for him and begging for him to make you feel good.
He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the sounds in his throat. He stroked himself faster and faster. He was so close. He didn’t know if he should do it.
Then the final cord snapped, when you moaned something that sounded like his name. He had no idea if he imagined it, but regardless he was cumming. His strangled moan nearly escaped. His load spurted into his hand and dripped onto the floor.
The second his balls emptied, clarity slowly returned to him. The shame immediately hit him like a sledgehammer. He looked down. At his semen that was making a mess on your floor. He couldn't see his hands, but he knew it and his fingers were covered.
He looked back over to your disheveled form. Panting and sweating and looking vulnerable in the comfort of your own room. Having no idea he just got off to you mastrubating. That he saw you and used his ability and touched himself like a creep.
He has to wait until you're done. Until you recovered enough to stand and get up. His body burns with embarrassment as he kept his eyes on the floor and hoped you wouldn't notice his fluids on it.
Thankfully you didn't. Just put your clothes back on and headed out. He waited until he was sure you were gone before walking to the door to open it himself.
For a second, the back of his mind imagined stopping to smell your bed sheets. He hit himself on the head and shook it. Telling himself off as he opened the door and slipped out. His entire face and neck was a bright red.
He had trouble looking you in the eyes for the next week.
18+, praise, pet names (kitty), soft sex, penetrative sex, established relationship, hurt comfort for Liam, switch, reader is called beautiful, minimal editing
You laugh as you both rush into his room. You hurriedly lock the door and he’s already wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you into bed.
The bed bounced as he pulled you into him. He nuzzled and kissed your neck. His arms remained tightly wrapped around your torso, his hands spread wide to hold more of you.
You took a deep breath in, enjoying every sensation. A smile lit up your face as you tilted your head to look at him. You adjusted your body to turn and hug him back and straddle his lap.
Your hand smoothed over his back. You inhaled and let his scent envelope your senses. Your head dropped and rubbed against his hair. You could hear his breath in your ears. Heat prickled through you. So simple, but it felt so intimate.
His lips pressed into your neck over and over again. His tongue poked out to lick. His hands were already undoing your clothes and pulling them down. Cool air hit the warm skin of your shoulders.
Your chest lightly shook with silent laughter. You leaned back and held his face. Laying your forehead to rest against his and nuzzling it.
“You’re so horny.”
He smiled and gave a playful wink. “But you never complain.”
You lightly squished his face in your hands and looked directly into his eyes. “You got that right.”
He suddenly flipped you. A small yelp came from you as your back bounced on the mattress. The bed dipped as he climbed over you. His eyes intense and filled with want. You couldn’t look away. The edges of your mouth tugged up.
His hands took care of the rest of your clothes with haste. Like both of you didn’t have much time. You lifted your hips and squirmed to help him take every last bit off. Your own hands going to his shirt to take it off. Until you were bare beneath him, just like many times before. Your chest rose and fell.
His mouth gaped open as his eyes wandered your whole body. His hands carefully traced up you like a treasure. Like this was the first time.
"You’ve seen me before.” You whispered. It was meant to be teasing, but came out so soft and quiet.
He smiled. His hands laid on either side of your waist. Gliding up and down, exploring you. As if trying to memorize every inch.
“I know. But you still look so beautiful every time. Every time I feel like I can’t breathe.”
He leaned down and gave a long, slow lick across your body. A rush of heat flashed between your legs. When his tongue retreated, his lips pressed down. Littered small kisses all over your skin, anywhere he could reach. His hand dipping beneath you to hold you closer. His thumb rubbed against you. Kissed you over and over again, all over. From your chest, up to your collarbone, to your shoulders then arm.
He traced your skin with his mouth. Each touch gentle and tender. He shuddered and held you tighter. He nuzzled his face into your chest. Tongue catching on your nipple for just a moment.
“You’re so amazing and perfect. I don’t know why-” he stopped. You felt the edges of his mouth turn up, but his body was still tense. He laved his tongue over your skin. “You’re so sexy.”
Your hand caught his chin. Gently, slowly, you turned up his face to see yours. He had that look again. Your mind mulled over the words he said. Your eyes widened a moment before going soft again.
“You do deserve me. I promise.”
His breath hitched. His eyes flickered and for a moment he was frozen.
You place your hand on his shoulder and leaned in. “I can’t imagine a life without you.”
He blinked and tried to smile again. His eyes were misted over.
“Guess I can’t hide it from you.” He looked down. “Sorry. It ruined it. I was supposed to make you feel good.”
You shook your head. “And you still can.” You stared into his eyes. “I love you.”
You kissed him softly. To let him know just how much you loved him. So he could feel it. He melted into the kiss. It gradually deepened.
You took his face in both of your hands and pressed your lips tightly against his. Angling your face up. Trying to put all of your love into one kiss. Savoring how soft his lips were. That he was with you. That he was by your side. How precious and special he was that it made your heart ache and overflow.
He slowly kissed you back. Trembling.
You felt the tears streaming from his face. You stroked his cheek and wiped the tears away.
Your hand reached around to tangle in his hair. Hold the back of his head and hold him closer.
You both pulled away gasping. Your faces flushed.
You smiled.
“Since my silly kitty forgot how wonderful I think he is,” you whispered into his ear. “I think I’ll remind him.”
You push him and he lets you. Flipping over, with him on his back and you on top. You pressed yourself down on him. Your mouth instantly latching onto his neck. Kissing and licking and sucking. He moaned beneath you. You smiled.
When you tilted your head you saw one of his scars. One of the ones that was higher than the others, peaking just behind his shoulder. You didn’t mean to halt and stare, but you did. You didn’t want to feel sad every time you see them. Every time you saw him without his shirt on.
“You don’t have to frown. They don’t hurt anymore.” His sweet voice rushed to reassure you.
“No,” your mind raced, for a way to rethink it. “They’re…” to view them another way, “proof that you made it. That you’re still alive.” Proof that it was past.
If his body could heal with only the faint memory, maybe one day Liam could too. Even if he never did, you would still show him all the love he should have known. All the love he deserved, a million times over.
He made you love yourself more, just from how much he loved and praised you. And you would do the same. And you hoped it would work for him too.
He shuddered. Then trembled. You didn’t look up, but you thought he was crying.
“It’s okay. I love you,” you said. “Want to continue?”
He nodded. “Yes, please.”
You hugged him tight and continued. You moved your mouth across his skin. Letting him know how much you love him. Treasure him. And how special he is, by showing him as much love as you possibly can. Trying to take away all the pain and replace it. Kissing every inch of him, because you love him. All of him.
You ran your hands over him once more. Your breath hitched. You nearly laughed. You guessed he was right. Some things never get less amazing after the first time.
“Let’s be one,” you whisper.
He nodded and immediately rushed to get his pants and underwear pulled down. You helped him position himself, then push in. Your hands gripped at his back as the stung slowly wore off. Leaving only the pressure as he slowly rocked into you. Filling you up. Making you feel so warm.
You gasped as pleasure pricked through you and only grew. Your head resting on his shoulder. Feeling the heat radiate off of him.
“I wish we could be one all the time,” you breathed.
He hummed. “Yeah. But then the times we do wouldn’t be as precious. So I’ll savor each moment.”
“And we wouldn’t get anything done.”
He laughed and pulled your head into his chest in a tight hug. “I love you.”
Your arms wrap around him. “I love you too. So very much.”
“I love you more than anything.”
“I love you more than the universe.”
You moved with each other. Until the both of you climaxed, and collapsed on the bed. And drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
