#but you gave an outlet for a little plot bunny that's been hoping around my head for a while

[cocotaetae13]

A Nyúl (M)

Pairing: Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,355

Summary: Giving in to your rabbit hybrid Jungkook sexually was never part of your plan. He was supposed to be a companion and nothing more. He wore you down eventually and as a hybrid owner you are responsible for the health of your companion right?

Warnings: unprotected sex, prone position, using actual rabbit mating behaviors for my own pleasure, M/C is kind of a cocksleeve this time tbh, of course JK is huge/ripped, very little plot, Is he my pet and or am I weird for wanting to fuck him trope.

“Oh fuck, Noona,” Jungkook gasps and throws his head back, strong fingers gripping your hips to keep your lower body flush with his as he grinds into you. 

You whimper with shaking hands clenching the sheets in response. The very first time was always the roughest. Jungkook’s lust overwhelmed him to the point of uncontrollable fervor, unable to stop snapping his hips into your heat until you’re nearly screaming. 

You were conflicted at first. You didn’t adopt Jungkook for sexual pleasure. You were actually looking for a kitten and not a hybrid at all. It was your friend who dragged you into the local hybrid shelter amongst the different species of companions. You were almost going to schedule a meet and greet with a very cute kitten hybrid when you just happened to make eye contact with a very large rabbit hybrid. All it took was a curious flick of one of his ears and a shy smile before you were completely enamored with him.

It took you several months of being subjected to Jungkook’s strange behavior changes before you understood he was responding to your body’s monthly cycle. The usually more independent bunny hybrid would become your shadow and you’d have to endure his big glistening eyes almost around every turn. After extensive research you dubbed this the Stalker Bun stage. 

When he would scent you around this time he’d be extra thorough; nibbling the skin of your neck with a death grip on your hips to keep you pressed against him until he was satisfied you were covered in his smell. You were so embarrassed at first at how his ministrations made you drip. You thought he didn’t know. You hoped he didn't know.

You were wrong. His onyx ears would quiver and he would breathe you in deeply when the sweet scent of your arousal hit him, igniting his blood and making it rush to his extremities. Before he could act any further he would rip himself away. He was afraid you’d reject him since you were his owner. He was too embarrassed to say anything for the same reason but his instinct to cage you in and mark up your body with his mouth until you were begging him to take you haunted his dreams every night. 

Between when you first brought him home up until now Jungkook grew a considerable amount in both height and muscle. What you didn’t know is the muscle he put on was due to his nearly constant need to fuck and suffering with no other outlet. He’d been chewing on your furniture, getting extreme mood swings, and even attempted to mount you. He even refused the first few female hybrids you brought to him once you figured out what was going on with him.

When he finally gave in the girl was in his room for a good 10 minutes before she stormed out with a, “thanks for nothing” glare. When you attempted to ask if she was ok she slung her bag over her shoulder and stuck a finger on your chest. 

“He can’t cum. He doesn’t want me.Take responsibility for your hybrid’s needs. You’re his very important person now so no one else is going to work. This isn’t healthy.”

So you did.

“Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,” he gasps as he leans over, the slick skin of his well-toned chest and abdomen touching your back with his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. He breathes harshly and isn’t at all shy about expressing his pleasure with soft moans and gasps. Tattooed fingers of one hand clench in the sheets near your face and he lets out melodious noise while the other slips between your thighs to draw firm circles onto your clit. You know he’s close from these tells so you spread your legs just a little more and dip your back to help him along. 

The first round during Jungkook’s ruts is treated as an intense warm up of sorts. Even though Jungkook recovers quickly,almost too quickly some days, each subsequent round is shorter but that doesn’t mean you’re not a drooling, quivering mess when he’s completely satisfied. 

“You feel so good, I don’t want to stop.” he pleads while speeding up.“Noona…I….fuck,...I can’t!” Goosebumps erupt all over your skin when you feel him nosing at your neck, silky hair tickling you. He’s going to bite.

You tilt your head to the side to give him more room to fit his mouth and he’s immediately there, sharp teeth locked onto the skin between your neck and shoulder and it makes you cry out. You know your neighbors can hear the sound of Jungkook’s impeccably strong thighs slapping against your backside with how hard he’s pounding you into the mattress now, caging you in beneath him with his larger frame, arms clamped tight around your body to both pin you to him as close as he can and keep you still. 

The bed protests and you groan when he gives one last sharp thrust and stills. His thick cock spills cum into you with each subsequent cant of his hips as he whimpers pathetically through his overwhelming pleasure. Instead of falling off of you he just collapses, hips still pumping, grip on your skin with his teeth and arms around your body keeping you immobile. Jungkook starts ending his thrusts with just the right amount of hip roll and it makes excitement light up all of your nerve endings. 

“You feel so good too, Jungkook,” you sob. He moans loudly after freeing your skin from his teeth, nuzzling the side of your head.

“Listen to the sound of us mixed together,” he says softly into your ear. Your body tingles and you clench at the sound. “Every time you do that I want to ruin you.” 

You clench again and lift your ass just a little so he hits just the right spot and clench, making your whole body jerk in pleasure with every brush of his hardness. He uses just three fingers this time to turn your brain to mush, index and ring to part your puffy lips and middle finger to send that final push you need to cum.

“Yes that’s it,” he whispers before he clenches his teeth. “Just like that, keep cumming, I’m going to fuck my kits into you tonight.”

Jungkook’s hips stop for just a moment so he can drown in the feeling of your spasms before he picks up where he left off, teeth at your neck again and you scream. Overwhelmed, you’re cumming yet unable to move freely and at the mercy of his decisions. This time both his thighs tremble with each stroke until he cums again with a loud moan, limbs locking up right before he topples off of you onto his side on the bed.  All you can do is turn your head to face him and watch him watching you try to catch your breath. 

He cuddles up to you as much as he can while pulling you to his side. Your lips quirk into a smile when you feel the muscles of one of his legs twitching, hips held tight with the effort not to thump. He’s fighting it. He’s embarrassed about it even now so you won’t bring it up and just keep this adorable memory to yourself. 

“Are you ok? Was I too rough?” His sparkling eyes open to regard yours.

“I’m fine.” You smile while shaking your head. You shudder when your lower lips clench in an attempt to keep his cum from flowing out of you but it’s futile. He lifts your chin for a sweet kiss and your body immediately relaxes into his. The feel of just how solid he is has more cum gushing out of you, holding back the urge to part your legs for him just yet. 

“You always do so well for me, I can’t wait to fill you up again.” Jungkook grins against your lips and slides his hands along your shoulders, over your waist before stopping at your hips. He’s already hard again.

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Day 6 Birthday Plot Bunnies 2

If you want this to become my next WIP, be sure to shower it with lots of love!!  🥰 💖 All the story starters will be linked back to this masterpost.

Title: A Walk on the Other Side

Summary: Bilbo is a FBI profiler and rather enjoys his desk job when a strange case comes across his desk hinting towards the FBI's most wanted: Smaug. As soon as he makes this connection, he is approached by notorious crime lord, Oakenshield, in an attempt to get him to work for him. Bilbo’s world gets flipped upside down by the suave man, and he may not be a dirty cop, but he does have a personal investment in making sure Smaug is put behind bars.

Bilbo Baggins was not exactly the first person you pictured when you heard the acronym “FBI”. He was a little too short, a little too pudgy, and enjoyed his sweater vests immensely. Yet, he’s been his department’s top analyst for the last fourteen years. He may not be one of the showy field officers (messy, nasty work that), but what Bilbo did was not any less important. In fact, if it wasn’t for analysts like Bilbo, a lot of times the “gunslinging action” wouldn’t take place at all. A rather unpopular opinion but true.

It was shaping into a relatively normal Thursday for Bilbo. They had just finished up a debrief over their latest embezzlement case. He was starting to suspect they were dealing with a serial embezzler. It was different locations, different methods, and different amounts, but there was something about the case that clicked in Bilbo’s mind. He was almost to his desk when he noticed a large manila envelope was draped over his keyboard. He raised an eyebrow as he carefully lifted the sticky note attached to it.

Have a look at these files for me? I know I’m missing something. Call me when you figure it out. -GG

Bilbo plopped into his uncomfortable rolling chair with a sigh. Gandalf was his old AD before he switched departments. And unfortunately, anything with Gandalf’s name on it was usually trouble for Bilbo. He tapped his fingers on the desk and spun back and forth in his chair for a bit when his eyes landed on his mother’s picture on his desk. She was in uniform hugging him at his college graduation. He knew exactly what she would want him to do. Heaving a groan, he pulled the damn envelope towards him and started looking over the files.

Arsons? Those didn’t usually fall under Gandalf’s jurisdiction. His eyes skimmed the reports, not sure exactly what Gandalf was expecting him to do. The evidence was fairly cut and dry. What’s more is the local police caught a suspect that seemed substantially to blame. Case closed. However, if Gandalf thought there was more, he should probably check it twice. It was actually the third time that he caught it. The papers hit his desk as his mind reeled. No...surely it wasn’t? Now he really needed to make sure.

He laid the photos out side by side circling the origin of the fires in each picture. His hand was shaking when he was done. This was big. This was FBI’s most wanted big. He didn’t even bother writing up a report. He immediately got on the server and sent a one-word email to Gandalf.

Smaug.

It was thirty after six when Bilbo finally packed up his work to head back home. His mind had been racing all afternoon, and all he wanted was to be put on the arson case. However, Gandalf never replied to his email, never called, nothing. First thing he was going to do when he got home after feeding Myrtle was grab a beer from the fridge and call the older man. Even if Gandalf wouldn’t let him be part of the team, he deserved to know what happened with that bastard.

Bilbo’s townhouse wasn’t exactly what you would call grand, but he enjoyed it greatly. It had the cosy atmosphere of his childhood cottage while still being rent efficient in a quiet neighborhood. It was a slight commute to work, but well worth it. He unlocked the door and flipped on the lights to the front room as he toed off his shoes and set his messenger bag down. He was just getting ready to move into the kitchen to get some cat food down for Myrtle when he froze. There was a man in his house.

“So you’re Mr. Baggins.” His low voice purred in amusement as he looked him up and down. “You look more like a grocer than an agent.”

Bilbo opened his mouth to scream when the man whipped out a Sig Sauer.

“Don’t.” He ordered calmly. “I only want to talk.”

Bilbo’s eyes hardened as he quickly took in details for a sketch artist. Tall, likely over six foot. Lean, except for he’s slightly broader in the shoulders. Tailored suit. Slicked back dark hair but graying at the sides, hooded blue eyes, well-trimmed beard and mustache. Almost as if he knew exactly what Bilbo was doing, the man smirked before nodding towards the sitting room. Bilbo moved slowly and deliberately as he sank down onto his armchair. The man unbuttoned his jacket before taking the spot on the couch. He set the gun down in front of him on the coffee table. A peace offering, but also a signal that it was within reach if he needed it. Bilbo’s blood was pounding as he forced his dry throat to work.

“What do you want?”

“Gandalf told me you have the information I need.”

Bilbo cocked his head in confusion as his mind raced to process the loaded answer. This man knew Gandalf. He talked to him recently. He knew Smaug.

“What kind of information?” Bilbo played dumb.

“A file came across your desk, and you gave Gandalf a name. I want to know why? What did you see that made you so sure it was him?”

There was almost a maniac gleam in those bright blue eyes. It was something Bilbo related to well. 

“I can show you. I just need to get to my bag.” Bilbo stated, slowly standing up.

The man’s hand twitched towards his gun, but he didn’t pick it up as he nodded his consent. He didn’t take Bilbo as a threat. His mistake. Bilbo grabbed his bag and slid the pistol and cell phone out of the front pocket whirling around on the man. He sighed but put his hands up as he leaned back into the couch. Bilbo’s left hand was shaking as he searched for Gandalf’s number, but his gun hand remained steady and in control. He put the call on speaker so he could watch the man’s face for any slip. However, his expression never changed from slightly bored and exasperated.

“My dear Bilbo, I do hope you haven’t shot our guest yet.”

Bilbo could just kill the AD. He really could. As it was, his posture relaxed just slightly.

“Who is he?” He demanded of Gandalf.

“Someone who has hunted Smaug longer than you.”

Bilbo rolled his eyes at the dramatics and lack of a real answer which seemed to amuse the other man somewhat. This didn’t feel right. Every instinct in Bilbo’s body said to arrest the man across from him if nothing else than because he was dangerous.

“Do you trust him?” Bilbo finally asked, his voice wavering just slightly.

There was a long pause before Gandalf answered.

“I do.” 

Being of no real use, Bilbo hung up the phone after that. He had two choices before him. He could trust Gandalf’s judgement, or he could go with his instincts. He kept the gun trained on the man for a moment longer before lowering it with a sigh. He flipped the safety back on as he stuck it in his waistband, because he wasn’t a total naive idiot, before picking up his bag like he said he was going to initially. When he looked back over, the man’s gun was gone. Bilbo sat stiffly next to him and pulled out the file Gandalf had sent over earlier.

“It was where these fires originated that tipped me off. Here, what do you notice?” Bilbo questioned.

The man furrowed his eyebrows studying the images before he shrugged with a grunt of irritation.

“Placement.” Bilbo pointed out. “There were no traces of accelerant so how do you start a natural fire? Well, very easily. Gas range stove, covered radiator, electrical outlets, but look. Where the spot is most charred we can assume is the start of the fire. It’s nowhere near anything like that. It couldn’t possibly have started naturally. So what set off the fire? Smaug has a very specific MO. He kills using highly concentrated nitroglycerin tablets, smuggable due to their heart relieving counterparts, that when combined with human stomach acid will cause an explosion. And judging by the shape of the darker burn, it’s not a huge leap to assume that there was a human body there.”

“But all of the owners were alive to file insurance claims.” The man pointed out, looking more curious than anything else.

Forgetting that he was a stranger that had a gun trained on him not even ten minutes ago, Bilbo found himself getting more animated at the chance to finally explain his theories.

“So I looked into that after I sent the email to Gandalf. Somehow, every owner was conveniently out of town before the fire happened, and afterwards were able to afford a building or home way above their pay scale. Which even if you take insurance money into account still shouldn’t be possible. I think Smaug was paying them off for access to conduct his dirty work somewhere he couldn’t be tracked. What’s more, all the buildings being used by the same money laundering cleaning service made an easy target for the police.”

The man raised an eyebrow as he seemed to be appraising Bilbo. He smirked before standing.

“Very well, I’ll talk to Gandalf about getting you transferred.”

Bilbo jumped to his feet.

“Transferred? Where? For what purpose?”

“I want you working for me.”

“Now wait just a minute here!” Bilbo demanded as he stomped back into the entry hall. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but I won’t be a dirty cop! And don’t try to convince me anything about what we did was legal. Nobody breaks into an FBI agent’s home and holds a gun on him unless they work outside the law.”

The man shook his head with a snort. “Well aren’t you just perceptive.”

“Hang on!”

Bilbo reached out for the man’s arm at the same time he reached for the doorknob. In less than a second, the man had Bilbo’s arm pinned above his head in the wall out of view of the window with Bilbo’s own gun placed under his chin. Bilbo glared into the ice blue eyes inches away from his own as he tried to keep a cool head in an uncomfortable situation.

“Let’s get a couple of things straight.” The man whispered, his breath hot on Bilbo’s face. “One, I don’t answer to anyone, especially not you. Two, you’ll be whatever I want you to be or you don’t get the revenge you so clearly desire. Yeah, I can see in your eyes how badly you want Smaug. Work for me or get the hell out of my way. I don’t really care one way or the other, but Smaug is mine.”

He gave Bilbo one last smirk before shoving the gun in Bilbo’s pocket and stepping away. Without so much as a ‘good evening’, he was gone in the night. Adrenaline shot, Bilbo slid down the wall until his butt met the floor painfully. He let his head lightly bang into the wall behind him a few times as he just focused on breathing. A ‘meow’ alerted him to his company before Myrtle stepped over his legs to rub her head against his arms and stomach.

“And where have you been?” He croaked.

He didn’t get an answer back aside from another ‘meow’ as she seemed rather insistent on getting her dinner. Bilbo closed his eyes and counted to twenty before getting up to finally go to the kitchen. That beer sounded more prevalent than ever.

***

First thing he did the next day was go straight to Gandalf’s office, slamming the door behind him. The older man looked up and gave the analyst a wide smile. 

“Bilbo! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Who the hell was that last night?!”

“Well…” Gandalf huffed.

“Tell me.” Bilbo seethed. “Or I’ll go straight to the top and tell Saruman everything.”

Gandalf pouted. “No need to get testy. Please have a seat. Do you want some tea? Coffee?”

Bilbo let his face fall into his hands. “What I want…” His muffled voice stressed. “Is some answers. What have I just been exposed to?”

Gandalf sighed. “Very well. I believe you are familiar with Oakenshield?”

Bilbo slowly lifted his head to pierce Gandalf with a baffled glare.

“Oakenshield...the crime family? Oakenshield...who got into it with the Orcs several years back and cut off the hand of their boss? That Oakenshield?” 

“The very one.” Gandalf snapped, pleased. “Well that was Thorin.”

“Thorin? As in the head of Oakenshield, Thorin Durin?!” Bilbo’s voice had risen in pitch at this point.

“Of course.” Gandalf nodded as if Bilbo having a conversation in his living room with a dangerous mob boss was akin to making a friend at preschool.

Bilbo collapsed in the chair across from Gandalf as spots danced in his eyes. He white-knuckle gripped the arms as if physically trying to tether himself to the conscious world. I’m not going to pass out. I’m not going to pass out. Bilbo was an analyst! There was a reason he didn’t go out and meet people...well like that. And Gandalf knew Durin. Even worse, Gandalf leaked FBI intel to him. Slowly he lifted his head.

“Did my mother know?” He demanded hoarsely.

“Did she know what?” Gandalf asked, genuinely baffled.

“Did she know you worked for the mafia?”

“Bilbo…”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION, GANDALF!”

The wizened face hardened, reminding Bilbo of the reason why he had yet to retire.

“She suspected...but I never told her, no.”

Bilbo rubbed his jaw as he chuckled on the verge of hysterics.

“She always told me I had to get in your command. Said it was her best days on the force. That you were a good AD. Tell me. What’s your ratio? How many do you let slip off the hook for every one you put behind bars?”

“Now see here, Bilbo Baggins! I will not let you undermine me or my division! Contrary to your belief system, there is more at work here than what you can comprehend.”

“My belief system?” Bilbo scoffed. “You mean THE LAW?”

“Yes.” Gandalf grumped. “The law. The law which can dictate that a pickpocket is guilty but a corporation stealing hours from their underpaid workers is innocent.”

“I’m not going to sit here and debate...politics with you!” Bilbo laughed. “My job is to arrest people like Thorin Durin and there’s nothing you can say that’s ever going to make me think working with the lunatic is a good idea!”

“Not even if he’s your only chance to take down Smaug?”

Bilbo’s face fell into an emotionless mask, except for his eyes burning holes into Gandalf. Without another word, he stood and left the office. If he slammed the door closed with more force than necessary, well that was no one’s business but his own. Luckily, his black mood seemed to engulf him like a siren warning everyone off. He made it to his desk with no distractions ready to pick up where he left off with the embezzlement cases. Only, he couldn’t move as he stared blankly at the wall of his cubicle.

Understandably, his focus was a little off. He figured he should turn Gandalf in, but for the love of his mother’s memory and nothing more, he deemed it best to leave that stone unturned. His decision was immediately questioned when he got a text twenty minutes later from an unknown number with a time and a location and a charming little warning at the end.

Come alone.

Bilbo snorted as he tossed his phone on his desk. Absolutely not. An hour later, he found himself procrastinating the embezzlement case again to pull up the bureau's database on Smaug, Dracon. It was all information Bilbo had practically memorized at this point. His eyes drifted towards his phone with the text he had already committed to memory before shaking his head and exiting out of his search. Bilbo was an analyst for the FBI. He had his integrity and moral responsibility to ignore psychopathic crime bosses who wanted to use him for a turf war. He wasn’t so single-mindedly driven by revenge regardless of what Gandalf or Oakenshield said. His phone buzzed again.

Belladonna Took’s son was meant for more than sitting behind a desk for the rest of his life. Thorin was impressed. At least hear him out tonight, and if you absolutely feel like you can’t join the team, we won’t bother you ever again.

Bilbo threw his phone with a string of curses that had everyone around him staring with wide eyes. Bilbo dragged his hands down his face. This was such an easy decision. He just had to say no! No, no, no, no. Why couldn’t he say no?

Because you’ve never felt more excited about any case before? Because you trained for months to be a field agent before making an abstaining promise to your father at your mother’s grave? Because you’ve never felt closer to getting your mother’s killer, and that’s a sweet taste that just won’t go away?

Bilbo cursed himself with every swear in the book when the cab pulled up outside the restaurant that was texted to him. His nerves were singing. Everything about this felt wrong and dirty. And yet...he opened the door to let himself in.

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Thanks for the Meal

For @ignoctweek Day 4: First Time

NSFW Rating: Mature Warnings: Noct is a few months away from being eighteen, mutual pining, awkward confessions, angst, oral sex, manipulation, mentions of spying Summary: Noctis somehow manages to convince Ignis to do him a favour.

Auth Note: This was actually one of my first Ignoct plot bunnies. I would’ve liked to come up with something else further along in their relationship for the original prompt, “first time Noctis asks for sex” but had limited time and thought this would do nicely in a pinch. Hope you like! You can check out more of my writing and ideas below.

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Edit: Oops! I somehow scheduled this for a week later than I meant to post it and since it was my last submission for Ignoct Week, I didn’t even notice :’] Sorry about that!

Ever since Noctis had found out (through probably less than legal means) that his advisor also liked men, he'd been consumed by the burning desire to get closer to him.

Physically.

What had started as a little bi-curiosity in his early teens had erupted into full-blown hormones once he had moved into his own apartment. There, he felt he had enough space and privacy to explore a few of his less 'kingly' urges behind closed doors without any fears of the palace employees (or his father) unexpectedly walking in on him.

In the midst of this indulgent process of covert self-discovery, however, Noctis began to realize that the things that turned him on were all kind of familiar...

Button-up sleeves rolled halfway down to the elbows, handjobs in the back of limousines, food play scenarios and countertop sex... Lanky brunets with glasses and smug demeanors getting accosted in the locker rooms... For some reason, everything inexplicably reminded him of Ignis. After a while, he just gave in to the fact that he was deeply attracted to his right-hand man and let his fantasies run wild in the seclusion of his shower every day.

Though originally assumed by his friends to be a very late bloomer, in truth Noctis was itching to jump into bed with someone by now - but not just anybody.

No, he only wanted Ignis.

He couldn't help noticing the improvements to his advisor's physique, having watched his dear childhood friend transform over the years from a precocious glasses-wearing little boy into a 6ft, effortlessly handsome, well-put-together young man. How had that even happened? Puberty had been far less kind to Noctis.

Apart from during his rigorous Crownsguard training sessions, however (which were titillating to observe), Ignis had become even more buttoned-up in recent years, perhaps due to the stress and added expectations of coming of age. Noctis wanted to take him apart until there was nothing holding him back, all evidence of his professional persona cast aside for the sake of relieving a little tension. He longed to know what Ignis would look like as he came undone in private. An intoxicating heat simmered low in his body whenever he thought about his food being prepared by those same hands which the advisor might have used to touch himself in more intimate moods.

To Noctis, it just seemed SO obvious that they should fuck.

There was too much chemistry between them for his lust to be completely one-sided, too many lingering glances and breathless pauses during close-quarters sparring practice for him to tell himself to let it go, that it was all in his head. As much as he looked the part of responsible adult, Ignis was fresh out of adolescence himself, still a teenager if only for one more year. He must have been in need of a sexual outlet just as badly if the untouched vial of personal lubricant hidden away at the very back of his closet was any indication.

And losing his virginity to one of his closest friends, his trusted advisor - Noctis wouldn't have it any other way. There would be no threat of a scandal getting out if he chose to involve himself with Ignis, no potential for some ex-lover he picked up at public school to go rogue and spill all his secrets to the press.

He knew Ignis would be perfectly discreet, he just... couldn't bring himself to confess how he felt yet.

The last thing he wanted was to destroy their closeness, especially as, truth be told, Noctis could barely manage to take care of himself as it was. He couldn't really afford to be rejected if it meant Ignis might stop coming over to look after him and keep him up to date on his princely duties... even worse, if it meant they would stop being friends.

Still, being alone with him was utter torture now. Having Ignis in his own house, just the two of them.. the nearest guard stationed far enough away from the door that he wouldn't be able to hear them even if Noctis yelled. It was a recipe for maddeningly unresolved sexual tension which he had to do his best to conceal with feigned, stony-faced indifference.

                                               ~*~

Even so, tonight, the prince had been privately entertaining thoughts of seducing Ignis ever since they'd crossed the threshold. Dropping his bag and shoving him up against the front door for a kiss, cornering his back in the kitchen with one hand on either side of the counter, following him casually into the bathroom - ideas all ignored one after the other even as they kept him from focusing on his schoolwork.

Gorged on yet another delicious meal, Noctis sat back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh and drifted off after dinner, fragments of a sex dream lending a visual component to his imagination as they flashed across his mind's eye.

His visions involved a panting, faintly muscular naked body positioned flatly on top of him, and though he couldn't see the man's face in the darkness, he knew without a doubt it was Ignis. There was the vaguely wet sensation of a mouth on his neck, lips brushing beneath his ear, and then something unbelievably warm and stimulating was stroking him between the legs, arousing such a vivid, pleasurable sensation that he spread them wider and thrust his hips up a bit, hoping for more.

To his disappointment, he was woken up, still hard from his brief nap, by the relentless sound of running tapwater as Ignis began doing the dishes across the room.

The apartment had gotten darker, the last light from the disappearing sunset fading from the sky outside and lending a surreal feeling to the environment. With no television, music, or video games powered on to distract him, Ignis was naturally the focal point of his attention. The dim overhead kitchen lamp imbued his soft, ash brown hair with a soft glow, drawing Noctis's gaze.

Moodily, the prince watched his advisor through half-lidded eyes from his position on the couch as night fell over the crown city. He had not moved an inch since he had awoken except to look down at himself, fidgeting with his demanding erection through the pockets of his school pants so as not to draw Ignis's attention.

He felt so good tonight, and yet so unbelievably frustrated as well. He knew that his advisor, and the best possible cure for what ailed him, would be going home soon, and he'd be left with a handful of political reports and his usual, boring methods of obtaining release. He couldn't stand to be so close to everything he desired and yet so damn far from actually getting it.

Noctis gave a very vocal sigh, which was really something more of a groan, as he sank lower on the couch, parting his knees widely to make himself more comfortable.

The sound finally got Ignis to look up from his work in the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow over his glasses as he moved around the counter to fetch his briefcase from beside the coffee table.

Noct exhaled in response. "Phuuuhhh... probably..."

If Ignis noticed the hand both covering and gently massaging at the straining fabric in Noctis's lap, he didn't remark on it. Gathering his vest from the arm of the sofa, he inclined his head slightly. "Is there anything else you needed from me before I take my leave for the night?"

"Yeah, blow me."

Even as he muttered the words so quietly that Ignis couldn't have heard what he said, Noctis winced at his own impudence. Gods, he wished.

"Beg your pardon? Didn't quite catch that, sorry." Ignis watched him blankly while Noctis repositioned himself, then added, when no response was forthcoming, "Highness?"

"I told you to stop calling me stuff like that," Noctis said exasperatedly, not meeting his eyes. It still felt like he was dreaming as he reached out and patted the seat next to him. "C'mere.."

"Sorry. Noct," Ignis complied. Setting his things back down, he hesitantly lowered himself onto the sofa beside the prince and hitched up the tops of his trouser legs slightly. "Has something been bothering you..?" It was with great effort that he resisted the habit of adding an honorific title to the end of his sentence the way he'd been raised to do.

"No, it's not like-... well, yeah I guess you could say that."

If you only knew.

Ignis was searching his face with pale green eyes, concerned and curious. "What is it? Your highness- Noct." He turned toward his royal charge and placed a hand earnestly on his knee. "Please. I hope you know your confidences are safe with me. Anything you have to say will be kept a secret from all but me if you wish it. You have my word."

Noctis swallowed. "Even from my father?"

Ignis pursed his lips.

Technically against the law but, "If I must."

"Of course I know that, Specs," Noctis suddenly laughed, shoving playfully against his attendant's shoulder. Leave it to Ignis to make everything out to be so serious. "We're friends, after all. I don't need you to keep telling me that after all this time."

Ignis cleared his throat a little. "Glad to hear it," he replied. "Now, what's the matter? Bad dreams?" he added softly.

Noctis blushed, wondering if he had been moaning audibly while he dozed off in front of Ignis. "Uh, no, it's not that.. I'm just..."

He wasn't sure if he even wanted to take this any farther tonight, after that little heartfelt confession from Ignis, but then he caught a glimpse of the other man's exposed skin just below his unbuttoned shirt collar. His cock still ached, almost painfully swollen under his hand, and he was tempted to bury his face in his advisor's neck.

Noctis found himself leaning forward as if he was actually going to do it, then groaned and restrained himself just far enough away to be at a comfortable speaking distance.

"Yes?" Ignis prompted, tilting his head back slightly to continue meeting the prince's lascivious gaze with some puzzlement at the new angle.

Officially beyond caring if he ruined the moment, Noctis dipped his head in closer, murmuring against his ear.

"I've just been really... in the mood lately."

Ignis stared down at the prince's lap, wide-eyed with shock, as Noctis pulled out his cock and rubbed it twice firmly in the open air. Then, raising his fist to cover his mouth, his advisor suddenly erupted into a fit of embarrassed laughter, turning his head away to hide the way his cheeks were reddening.

"You got me," Ignis said easily, once he had recovered from his nervous chuckling. Habitually resting his arm on the back of the couch so as not to twist his neck too far, he glanced out the balcony window behind them to make absolutely sure no one could see in. "I thought we were about to discuss something serious."

"I am," Noctis argued, somewhat offended. "Deadly serious. Look." He waved his engorged member at Ignis to make his point.

"Yes, I saw that," said Ignis with a tone of tolerant amusement, even as he avoided looking directly at it. "Well then. I suppose I'll get out of your way."

As he made to stand and reached for the blinds to draw them shut for the prince's privacy, however, Noctis suddenly grabbed his arm and clutched desperately at the front of his shirt, holding him in place with one knee on the couch.

"No, wait. Stop. Don't go..."

Ignis stared down at him from this new vantage point, hovering over his royal charge whom he had inadvertently cornered against the back of the sofa, and a ripple of arousal darted through them both.

"I was actually kind of hoping... you would help me do something about it," Noctis admitted in a low mumble, gazing off just past Ignis's midriff as if he wasn't fully present. His cock stood at attention between them, still hard as ever, even as the tension in the room grew almost palpable.

It took his advisor a moment to react.

"Did I put too much sake in your salmon stir-fry?" Ignis whispered hoarsely, as if he were afraid to move a single muscle, even to speak.

"What?" Noctis was taken aback, then paused to consider the ramifications. "Maybe?" That might explain why he was so unable to resist his baser urges tonight, but then, "No," he protested, shaking his head. He knew what he was doing.

"That's right, I remember.. I decided not to use it after all," Ignis murmured thoughtfully. His eyes were focused intently on Noct's as if peering into his mind for answers. Finding none, his expression changed abruptly. "Then what is this about, Highness?" he asked more firmly, his brows threatening to lower into the hard line of a scowl.

Uh oh. His spontaneous seduction effort wasn't going well.

"I-I've been thinking about this for a while and," Noctis swallowed uncomfortably, "I really want to.. uh, y'know.."

Spend the rest of our lives doing it? Nah, he had to bring it up way more casually than that. Things that were normal for teenage boys to want to do - damn, what was the fancy word for try some stuff irl?

"Ex..periment..... with you," he finished weakly.

He cringed at himself as Ignis stood up to his full height and crossed his arms, a tower of disapproval. That probably hadn't been the best way to say it at all, actually. He wished his dick wasn't out in the open. Noctis covered it with one hand and blushed furiously.

"That would be completely inappropriate, and you're already crossing the line as it is," Ignis replied with unexpected vehemence in contrast to his earlier understanding tone. "However much you might like to pretend otherwise, at the end of the day you are still the prince and as such there is a proper code of conduct by which your employees must abide at all times."

Crossing back over to the kitchen, Ignis continued brusquely, almost in the same breath, "I assure you, having read the handbook myself several times, accepting solicitations for sexual favours, wasn't included on the list."

"Solicitating- wha?" His mouth gaped open slightly; Noctis wasn't used to hearing his friend speak so harshly. "But, wait.. Iggy, you just said a minute ago-"

"I was offering you my ear, not my body," Ignis said in retort, locating his forgotten vest and briefcase next to the coffee table. "Just what kind of attendant do you take me for?"

"Ignis, that's not what I-" Noctis struggled to keep up in his hunt for the right words. "I just thought-.. we were.. I want you to be more than that." He tried to relay the true depth of his feelings through the significance in his voice, but the nuance was lost in the argument.

"Yes, well, that wasn't in my job description," said Ignis curtly. Having donned his vest in a flurry of buttons and agitated fingers, he picked up his briefcase and turned to leave.

Contrary to the tears forming in his dark blue eyes, Noctis felt a sudden flare-up of anger. "What, are you really that put off by the thought of being with m- of messing around with me?" he demanded, his voice taking on a low, rough quality that somehow managed to be louder than his normal speaking voice. "Not even the damn prince good enough for you, is that it?"

Though he had barely moved, Ignis stopped where he was and stood still. His shoulders slowly seemed to deflate as he looked down at the floor.

"Of course not," he said quietly, after a long hesitation. "It's so much more complicated than that." Another moment passed in which he gazed into nothingness, before snapping back to reality with a brisk comment. "I won't burden you with the details. Suffice it to say that 'messing around' is well outside the bounds of our professional relationship."

He took a step toward the hall before pausing again.

"Perhaps it would be best if we took some time apart until whatever has gotten into you has sorted itself out," Ignis suggested, in the same crisp tone of voice he used when Noctis wouldn't eat his vegetables. "I'll ask if Cor can pick you up tomorrow."

"No!" Noctis lunged forward to grab hold of Ignis before he could leave but his advisor had already stepped beyond his reach. "Ignis, at least hear me out. Nobody has to know!"

The other man had already strode halfway across the room and gave no response. Noctis felt another surge of anger; he wouldn't have been surprised if his eyes had flashed bright red.

"Would you rather I picked someone up at school? Started fucking random classmates?" Noctis challenged him loudly. "Maybe get somebody pregnant? How's that for royal protocol?"

Ignis halted in his tracks and turned around slowly. "If this is a joke, you've officially taken it too far," he warned coldly, pushing his glasses up a centimeter. "Surely you know what disastrous consequences would be awaiting such-"

"Wouldn't have to worry about any of that if it was just you and me hooking up instead." Adopting a rather sultry tone of voice, Noctis lifted himself off the couch to stand in front of the coffee table and tucked his manhood away so that he could spread his arms wide mockingly. There was no doubt that Ignis had seen it this time, unable to draw his eyes away before Noctis noticed his lingering gaze. "You sure you don't want to give it a try? Just this once?"

"Positive," Ignis replied with a dry tongue, but he swallowed, his eyes glued to a spot on the floor and his composure faltering.

"No illegitimate heirs, no bad publicity-"

"If we were found together, there would be a scandal-" Ignis began, pursing his lips to argue. Instead, he decided to quit while he was ahead, and turned to flee the conversation on that note, heading for the front door.

"But I know you better than that, Iggy," the prince continued, interrupting. "I know you'd never let anyone find out. Your privacy is even more sacred than mine, remember? I told you, I've given this a lot of thought, and I don't trust anybody like I trust you."

Ignis came to another slow stop just before entering the hall where he would have disappeared from view, almost a silhouette in the dim lamplight. Taking in his defeated posture, Noctis's heart skipped a beat and jumped ahead rapidly.

"Ignis. Please," he added, willing his encouragement to do the trick. "Consider it. I want-" Noctis swallowed, nervous to try again, "I want... to be touched by you."

No response. Ignis didn't move except to lower his head, closing his eyes with a shallow sort of half-sigh. Then, all of a sudden, in one swift movement, he turned on his heel and made his way quickly back toward the sofa.

Dropping his briefcase to the floor with a careless thud, Ignis clapped a hand firmly onto Noctis's shoulder...

And began exerting enough downward pressure to make him sink gradually toward the couch cushions.

Was this...? Had he changed his mind?

"What- are you- for serious?" Noctis blurted out.

"When am I ever not?"

Meeting his gaze evenly with no change in his stolid expression, Ignis pushed against the prince's chest with his other hand to shove him gently back down onto the sofa. He followed suit by kneeling on the carpet in front of him, prying Noct's legs open wider for himself to fit between.

"Just this once," he cautioned, even as he was pulling Noctis free from his trousers, "and you're never to breathe a word of this to anyone under any circumstances."

"Yeah, fine," Noctis agreed breathlessly, lifting his shirt out of the way and squirming to get more comfortable. "Of course. Thanks.." He stilled himself for a moment to be able to feel Ignis's hands on his dick in utmost possible detail, even holding his breath for a couple seconds.

Now he really felt like he must still be dreaming.

Ignis hesitantly stroked him a few times, gazing down at his cock with such a keen, perceptive eye that Noctis almost felt uncomfortable, like he was inspecting it for weaknesses and would write him a report on it later. When the advisor looked up, his eyes were darker, pupils stretched wide enough that the pale green which surrounded them was reduced to a shrunken ring in comparison.

"Are you sure this is really what you want?” Ignis confirmed lowly. “You've gone a bit soft..."

Noctis shifted and glanced away, embarrassed. "Yeah, from being yelled at.."

"Forgive me," Ignis murmured. His cheeks tinged with pink, he unexpectedly pushed his face into Noctis's lap. The prince tried to repress a pleasurable shudder as the advisor nuzzled his dick; his hand jumped up to hover briefly over Ignis's hair before he pulled away, nose dragging along Noct's sensitive skin. His breath was warm. "I realize I'm being harsh. What you're going through is only natural.. I'm well aware of what it's like."

"What what's like?" Noctis asked with a hungered curiosity, even as he watched Ignis part and pull at his trousers to give himself full access.

Instead of answering what he felt was a blatantly obvious question, Ignis adjusted the positioning of his knees on the carpet to make himself more comfortable and lifted Noctis's flaccid member to the level of his mouth. Tentatively, he swallowed, licked his lips, and, closing his eyes, extended his warm, wet tongue to lap softly at the underside.

Noctis jerked his hips back with a rough exhale, startling the man between his legs. Ignis looked up at him seriously, searching his eyes.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I'm just-.. wasn't expecting it." Reduced to hushed panting, Noctis asked the foremost question on his mind. "Are you really going to suck me off? Like... all the way?"

Ignis sat back on his heels and glared up at him, nudging his glasses back into place again. "Having second thoughts now, are we? This is what you had in mind for me to do with you earlier, was it not?"

"Yeah, yeah.. Sorry." Noctis urged him back in closer, corralling him with his ankles, and pushed his now semi-hard cock against his advisor's thinly pouting lips once more, leaving a dab of precum at the corner of his mouth. The message was clear: enough talking. "I just didn't think you would actually want to.. go that far."

In all honesty, he probably would have been satisfied (at least for now) if Ignis had merely held him in his hands for a couple of minutes, maybe played with him a bit until he was close, but he was afraid to confess as much in case Ignis decided to stop.

"Be careful what you wish for, Highness." Smirking wryly, Ignis knocked his hand away and took back control, seizing Noct by the loosened waistband of his trousers and yanking him closer to the edge of the sofa as he abruptly went down on him.

If not for the tremendous spike in his arousal from Ignis putting aside their roles and taking even that little bit of initiative, Noctis would have been embarrassed by the noise that came out of his mouth. As it was, it felt so good he could barely hear himself.

"Oh, fuck." Noctis sucked in breath quietly as his attendant's mouth enveloped him in warmth and slowly sank further down his shaft with each bob of his head, until he soon felt the tip of his cock brushing against the soft membranes at the back of his throat.

Too far down to scold him verbally, Ignis reached up and slapped Noctis lightly on the arm for letting out such an unprincely profanity. His only response was to wrap his hand in Ignis's hair more tightly and lean back against the sofa so that he had enough leverage to push up his hips, moaning. The advisor made a muffled noise in return, unable to stop himself from humming gently, and the process repeated itself, with Ignis methodically changing the pace and swirling his tongue around the head in between dives.

While he would never in his life admit to something so indecent, Ignis greatly savoured the salty taste of Noct's skin. The strong smell of his unwashed sex mingling with his own saliva excited him, along with his hitched breathing and any other small, lewd noise his tongue could elicit.

He would have liked to take his time bringing Noctis to orgasm but the inexperienced prince was too easily overcome by the slick, velvety sensations at the back of his mouth to last much longer. Glancing up at him every so often to make sure he was enjoying the service, Ignis caught him struggling to keep his eyes open to watch him work in beautiful, ecstatic disbelief.

“Ignis,” Noct whispered encouragingly. “Feels so good... I think ... I’m gonna cum.”

One final dip into the far back of Ignis's throat and Noctis gave a prolonged groan, wrapping his arms tightly around his attendant's shoulders and neck to pull him closer, heels digging into the back of his legs as he bent double, folding in half over top of him. To be so surrounded with Noctis on all sides was just a bit suffocating - his glasses getting pushed askew, Ignis choked and the spasm of throat muscles sent Noctis over the edge even as he attempted to withdraw for his advisor's comfort.

His cheeks burned faintly pink again as Noctis held his head firmly in place on the end of his cock, moaning while his fluids shot into his advisor's mouth. Ignis made no attempt to stifle the jerking of his hips, though his eyes were sharp at being used in such a manner as he waited out the entirety of Noct's release.

In the low lighting, the look of intense focus on the prince’s face was exquisite.

For once, though, he had not thought this far ahead. Unsure what to do with the ejaculate collecting on his tongue, Ignis held it in his mouth while he ran through his options in a panic. On the one hand, consuming the essence of a Lucian prince felt like it would be particularly sinful, a blessing not meant for him perhaps, but on the other, he certainly couldn't just open his mouth and let it drool back out of him onto Noctis's lap either - and running for the bathroom to dispose of his load immediately after accepting it would probably be insulting. No amount of etiquette lessons could have prepared him for this.

Ignis realized his lapse in attention while he pondered his internal dilemma had attracted an audience; Noctis was watching him lazily from his post-orgasmic haze, his dick shrinking back to its usual size. He reached out his hand with a fascinated kind of curiosity and pressed his thumb into Ignis's bottom lip in an unspoken bid for him to open his mouth, desiring to see its contents, but Ignis resisted, turning his head slightly to the side.

"You don't have to swallow," Noctis mumbled hoarsely, embarrassed.

With his permission, Ignis fumbled for one of the napkins on the coffee table left over from dinner and faced away from the prince to spit discreetly into its centre before folding it over twice neatly. He didn't dare sneak a peek at what he had coaxed forth from Noctis's loins.

"Excuse me," he muttered, as he got to his feet and headed toward the bathroom. His head was still spinning from a lack of oxygen.

“M’kay..”

Predictably, adrift in the afterglow and replaying the scene in his mind, Noctis's eyes had already blissfully drifted closed before he even reached the door.

Shutting it firmly behind himself, Ignis tossed the soiled napkin into the wastebin and started running the water in the sink. He cupped his hands under the flow and raised them to his lips once they were full, his aim to cleanse any evidence of the prince’s sperm from his mouth. While he was at it, he splashed his face in the hopes of regaining some clarity (and to distract himself from the slight tent in his own pants).

His hands were trembling as he braced them against the counter, gripping either side of the sink. He breathed deeply while he took a long moment to himself to assess the gravity of the situation. Though unable to see clearly through the stray droplets on his fogged glasses, Ignis looked up at his reflection in the mirror nonetheless.

You just blew the crown prince of Lucis.

What was he thinking?

He had wanted something like this for a very long time, but for it to happen the way it did- well, he supposed it didn't matter. He had kept his distance all this time despite his own desires for a reason. As of right now, it was impossible for them to be together. There was no sense in being upset that he hadn’t been able to woo the prince in a less crude, more romantic fashion.

Even to indulge in a physical relationship like the one Noctis apparently wanted for the sake of being physical was out of the question. Ignis was a very jealous person at heart. He had to remain impartial and reserved for his position as advisor to have any meaning, particularly when the time came for the prince to marry and produce another heir.

He mustn't let this continue.

His long-term resolve restored, Ignis forbade himself to touch the ache in his trousers lest it refused to go away on its own, cleaned his glasses, and strode out of the bathroom in a matter of minutes.

"That should not still be out on display," Ignis remarked pointedly as he collected his briefcase and walked right past Noctis toward the front hall.

"It's my apartment," the prince muttered in complaint, though he stirred to tuck himself back into his school pants.

"Please remember to change your clothes before you go to bed," Ignis chided out of habit, "and try not to fall asleep on the sofa, it's bad for your back."

"You're leaving?"

Ignis turned at the entrance to the hall, scrutinizing the disappointment on Noct's face from a distance with a keen eye.

"Yes. This won't happen again," he said shortly. "Don't forget, we have an appointment with your driving instructor tomorrow at 3 pm."

And with that, he left.

Noctis smirked, rubbing at the small patch of drool Ignis had unknowingly left on the fly of his trousers.

It had already happened once. It couldn't be that hard to make sure it happened again.

After all, Ignis had just marked all of his own weak spots.

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