NOCTEVE for the drabbles 19. “Is that my sweater/shirt?” :kre:
Nocteve for you any day, all day, all night! :kre:
I asked for prompts in discord to wreck the boredom I was in.
Hopefully this will bring some joy into your day!
This one is based on my Crown of Roses fic and it’s NSFW-y, because needy prince is needy.
Noctis x OC - Shirtless
It was one of those lazy days where Eve didn’t have to lift a finger to protect the princess of Lucis. It was a day, —and a night—, well spent in the prince’s apartment — and more specifically in the prince’s sheets.
Normally Eve would wake up way earlier than Noctis did, but the night before had exhausted and drained all of her energy. Noctis surely lost his self-restraint in her company every time she managed to get a day off and now she had a whole weekend off. It was a major victory for the needy prince.
Eve woke up as the sun scorched the cityscape of Insomnia and weak glimpses of the sunshine through the gaps of the curtains in Noctis’ bedroom made her eyes flutter open. She groaned from the sore feeling her body was engulfed in, but a grin formed on her lips and she turned to steal a glance at the sleeping prince next to her.
Except he wasn’t there and her already limp arm combed through the air as she had pictured to feel out the raven dark hair with her fingertips.
“N-Noct?” Eve rasped feebly, even her voice was partly gone from the… noises she had made the night before.
“Here!” she could hear the prince shouting from the kitchen.
Is he making breakfast? Is he insane?
Eve got up slowly, inwardly groaning at all the lovemarks Noctis had made onto her body in his lustful state. It was better to dress up properly, just in case Ignis decided to—
Where are all my clothes?
She could have sworn that she had left them in a hurriedly undressed heap next to her side of the bed, but now they were gone. Eve narrowed her eyes, every muscle in her body aching as she tried to find the familiar fabrics by dashing around the room,
For her misfortune, she didn’t manage to find her clothes, so she took one of Noctis’ t-shirts from his closet. At least it smelled nice, just like Noctis, she thought as she hugged the shirt and inhaled it’s scent before pulling it on.
No panties, no socks, no bras, no yoga pants. Wearing only Noctis’ shirt, she emerged the kitchen to find the prince himself leaning against the kitchen counter, looking as mischievous as ever as his eyes took in the sight in front of him.
“Is that my shirt?” he asked with a playful chuckle.
Eve felt her cheeks burn as she tried to pull the hem a little bit nether in shame. She could feel how his smirk widened and he walked over to her, wrapping arms around her.
Then it occurred to her, “did you hide my clothes somewhere?”
Noctis let his hands sneak his hands to explore her bare skin on her back — and rear. “Who knows?” he answered mysteriously, sinful desire twinkling in his sapphire blue eyes.
Eve bit her lip in frustration, but couldn’t help the warmth from pooling down to light up the fire in her core. “Maybe we should go back to bedroom to do some searching?” Noctis murmured his suggestion and pressed his lips softly against hers.
