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Your relationship with the king of Lucis started off in senior year of highschool when he was still the Crown Prince.
You were together for two years and practically inseparable. Everyone in your life was always telling you that he was the one and you really believed it too.
That was until things had started to shift a few months before the end of your relationship.
Now that highschool was over and it was time to enter the real world, it was as if Noctis was a completely different person. From that point on, his naturally moody demeanor had only further advanced.
He was always much happier with his friends than when you spent time together and the distance only grew until the end where you both mutually broke it off.
It was never further discussed after that and neither of you really wanted to keep a friendship. It was understandably hard on you at first, but you were able to ultimately get over it and move on with your life.
That was until another year later when you encountered him again at the celebration for his twenty-first birthday.
The only reason why you went was to keep the peace and be respectful because you still shared some of the same friends that he did.
And nothing could have prepared you for how that night turned out. Having long since turned twenty-one yourself, you enjoyed a few drinks of your own.
Everything that you had both loved and hated about Noctis was much more accentuated when he was under the influence.
You wound up back at his place and it was the first time that you had really talked about how things had ended.
Although it wasn’t very successful because of the drunken state that you were both in.
Talking shifted over to light arguing that somehow ended with the struggle to get clothes off for easily one of the most imitate experiences you’d ever had with him.
You had quickly gone home after that with the notion that it was a mistake that never should have been made.
But then it was happening again. And again and again until it was a regular thing.
You hooked up on and off for the better part of six more years with no strings attached.
And then it was all coming to an abrupt stop when Noctis was made king and busier than ever. Around the same time, the news was made public that he was indulging in a marriage with the Oracle.
Of course, this was the first time that you were hearing about it because the two of you never talked in great detail during the one night stands.
You stopped following the news in order to move on with your life again. And it worked for three whole years when you had entered your thirties.
You had just returned home from an evening with friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to check your phone for the entire night until you got back.
And there was a single text within the string of notifications that sent a piercing chill through your heart.
“Still at the same apartment?”
You read the text over and over again under the contact you had in your phone for Noctis.
You should have deleted it because it was immature and crude to say yes. And yet, you sat around for a half hour or so thinking on it before giving in.
You hated yourself even more for the fact that you were actually taking the time to fix yourself up for him and changing into a casual dress.
But the thoughts couldn’t consume you for very long because that sharp knock was resonating through your apartment soon enough.
You took a deep breath to regain composure from the anxiety of being apart from him for so long.
You opened the door to greet your ex who had changed so drastically that it almost sent you into a double take.
His dark hair was long and unruly, resting down to shoulders with the absence of style for more of a natural look.
The maturity had only further settled into his fine features with age and he sported scruffy facial hair that made him look at least a few years older.
He wore a crisp dark suit with shiny dress shoes and the ring of Lucii resting heavy on a middle finger.
The corner of his lip curved up into a smirk to constitute for the most smug expression you had ever seen him make in the twelve years of knowing him.
It only further angered you because he was tantalizingly alluring in the most desirable of ways and you had given all of that up.
There wasn’t a need for any introduction or conversation. He stepped inside and kicked the door shut before pinning you against it with lips over your own.
The two of you instantly fell into the same habitual patterns that you had grown so used to in the previous years.
The scratch of his newfound stubble nearly burned with how assertive the kiss was. Your hands flew up to clutch the back of his suit jacket as he implemented more.
Three years of pent up aggression and absence poured into one kiss. He sunk teeth into your bottom lip and forced his knee between your legs.
He applied pressure to shape around your dress and push into your front as you sucked down on his tongue to steal dominance in the kiss.
You threaded fingers through a handful of his hair to feel how soft it was for yourself, kissing roughly until the need to break for air was too strong.
Pulling away, the cobalt of his eyes was complimented with long eyelashes and his lips were slightly wet from the kiss. In addition to that, they were slightly tinted red from the lipstick that you wore.
“I think you should keep the beard, it suits you.” You brought the back of your hand up to run across the coarse hairs on his cheek. Then you placed a kiss there to transfer some more of the lipstick.
“You look fine yourself, haven’t aged a day.”
“Charming.” You responded in a flat tone before dipping down into his neck to kiss all along the side of.
“Haven’t changed one bit, like what you’ve done with the place though.” Noctis made himself right at home, stepping out of dress shoes to kick to the side.
“So, king now huh?” You smirked as he released his hold on you and moved away.
“Suppose so, your king for that matter.” His eyes narrowed as he turned to stride off in the direction of your bedroom.
“Maybe so, but don’t expect me to get on my knees and bow down to you.” You followed after as he stopped, catching sight of himself in your hallway mirror.
He brought fingers up to draw over the single red kiss print on his cheek and the several fading ones on his neck.
“You sure about that?” He turned to face you with the most cocky half smile you’d ever seen.
“Go ahead and make me.” You spoke with a coy laugh on your lips.
“Alright then. Knees, now.” His hands dropped to unbuckle his belt with slow sensuality.
“Giving orders all day must have really gotten to your head.” You countered, and yet you did it anyway, kneeling down to be level with his straining erection.
He pulled his belt from the loop with one swift motion and abandoned it to the floor, unzipping pants and reaching in for his stiffness.
“If you wanna mark me up with that slutty lipstick of yours so bad, why don’t you make yourself useful and get it on my cock instead.” He spoke coldly.
“If you say so, dear highness.” You mocked, swatting his hand away and reaching into the confines of his slacks to pull out his length.
You braced palms on his thighs and leaned in as he gripped himself. You parted lips slightly as he rubbed the leaking head of his cock all over your painted lips.
You tasted the salty tang of his clear fluids as he transferred the sticky wetness of it to your lips.
“Open up.” He ordered.
You obeyed and parted lips just enough for him to slide his lipstick coated tip into your mouth.
“Go on, suck it.” The impatience beaded through his voice as you grasped his base and introduced half of him into your mouth.
“Good girl.” He praised when you started to suck down on him, taking as much as you could before coming back up to lick his tip every time.
You lapped up each bead of fluid that leaked from his slit with gratefulness. Each time you pulled off, you saw that most of the lipstick had transferred on his shaft near the base where you could take him the farthest.
After teasing the head with your tongue a little more, you hollowed cheeks to generate a tight pressure, putting all focus into sucking down on him.
He threaded fingers through your hair with a satisfied sigh as you took him back to the farthest point you could handle. You allowed your throat to clench around him for only a slight discomfort.
“That’s it, choke on it.” The tone to his deep voice was sensual as he held you in place there with hands on either side of your face.
And then you relaxed to allow him to take over all the movements. He slowly slid his cock in and out of your mouth, relishing in the feeling of your lips gliding along his shaft.
With the faster he went, the deeper his tip intruded the back of your throat and it was getting harder to handle. You directed hands up from his thighs to hips so that you could squeeze them for support.
You moaned around the size of his length, shifting a little from your position on knees below him.
“Sit still, no squirming, you can take it.” His baritone voice resonated from above.
You accepted a deep inhale through your nose to distract yourself from it as you felt him slide into the back of your throat.
“Hold it there.” He instructed and as much as you tried to focus on breathing, your throat still spasmed around him anyway.
“Little longer, doing good.” He praised and you shut eyes tight until he was finally letting up and sliding out of your throat.
Then he went for fast, shallow thrusting into your mouth that was easier to handle because it wasn’t as deep.
You slid tongue a little further down to rub over the vein on his underside of his cock with every time he pushed in.
You tightened lips with hollowed cheeks to give him more stimulation as he picked up speed just a little.
He went until the presence of release bubbled up in the far distance before pulling out of your mouth completely.
You took deep breaths and wiped the saliva that was dripping down to your chin, rubbing your slightly sore jaw in the process.
“Still so good at that, come on.” Noctis extended the hand that was decorated with the ring of Lucii, diamond jewel glinting in the center.
You took his hand and allowed him to pull you up to your feet. Then he was letting go and tucking his lipstick tainted erection back into his slacks.
He zipped up and took your hand to guide you the rest of the way into the bedroom without any regards to the belt he left on the floor.
He made himself comfortable by sitting on the edge of your bed and pulling you down into his lap. You sat with legs angled to the side and arms draped around his neck.
His hand reached up to brush unkempt hair away from his eyes and you noticed the stunning nature of his ring again.
“Nice ring, where’s the one for your marriage?” You maligned.
“Doesn’t matter.” He scoffed although there was a slight upwards curve to the corner of his lip.
“Really now? So it ‘doesn’t matter,’ if your wife, your ‘queen’ found out that you had your dick down someone else’s throat?” You continued and his eyes slitted.
“You’re still a bitchy brat.” He insulted and you laughed.
“Yeah well you’re still an arrogant prick.” You countered and it led him to rattle off another demand.
“Over my knee, now.” He patted your thigh and you felt a longing pulse in your core over that authority.
You obliged without a moment’s doubt, turning around and sliding down until you were bent over his lap with your behind exposed up to him.
He wrenched your dress up to your lower back to reveal the entirety of it, pausing to toy with the lace of your panties. He rubbed a palm over one cheek as a warning for what was to come.
“Tell me why you deserve this.” He inquired.
“Because I have a filthy mouth.” You answered with the words he was looking for.
“Good, count them.” He raised his palm and you braced yourself for impact.
And then his hand was flying down into a hard spank that sent you forward a little bit in his lap as you stuttered to count off a one.
He gave the next two one after another so you had to count them fast. He rubbed his palm over the stinging redness of your skin.
Then he was raising his hand again and giving two harsh spanks to your other cheek that you quickly counted.
“Good, halfway there. Five more.” He informed before giving another slap.
“Tell me why you deserve to be called a slut.” He voiced, raising his hand for another spank.
“Because you’re married- Ah, seven.” You finished with a count when he brought his hand down again.
“Tell me what it is that you want.” He said.
“I want you to fuck me- Eight, nine.” You answered as he granted two more.
“And do you think you deserve it?” He followed up as you braced yourself for the last one.
“No- T-Ten.” You spoke with a wavered voice because the last spank was the hardest.
“You take it so well.” He complimented, giving soothing rubs to your burning reddened cheeks. Then he pulled your panties to the side and dipped a finger into your heat to feel just how wet you were for him.
“Yeah? Getting off on it?” He wiggled his finger before retracting again.
“Please Noctis…” You trailed off.
“Knees again.” He ordered and you slid off of his lap onto the floor. You winced upon sitting on your knees because of the stinging from your behind.
“Go on, beg.” He glared down upon you with such dominance that it had your legs trembling with need for him.
“Please give it to me Noct. I want to feel full with it. Let me please you, submit to you. I want to make you feel so good that you can’t stop thinking about it when you fuck your wife-“
“Up.” He halted you with a come hither motion of the finger.
You instantly rose to your feet and presented yourself in front of him.
“Strip.” He said and you worked to indulge in his request.
You reached a hand around to effortlessly tug down the zipper to your dress. You pushed sleeves down your shoulders and let the silky material fall to the floor for you to step out of.
Noctis shed his suit jacket and unzipped slacks again as you worked to shed the last layer of clothing.
You pushed down panties and stepped forward to help him undress the rest of the way.
You climbed into his lap and fled fingers up to undo every one of the buttons to his dress shirt.
He shed it to reveal smooth, opaque skin with muscles that had toned with age. You slipped off of his lap again so that he could push slacks and underwear down to free from ankles.
Then he was standing and encouraging you back down onto the bed to loom over you.
He pushed your knees apart and introduced two fingers to wiggle up inside of you for a moment before retracting and moving in closer.
He gripped his hardened cock and looked down to rub it between your soaking folds to start dilating your hole with the head. You watched with impatience as he slowly popped it in and pushed just a little more.
He froze for a moment and then pulled back out before sinking down to the same point in a teasing manner. Another moment of stillness passed before he pushed in just a tiny bit more.
“Just do it already.” You threw arms around him and wrapped legs around his waist to push heels into his lower back.
He bottomed out all the way with the force you applied, groaning over the sudden introduction. The tingling stretch felt so good and only served as a reminder that you had missed this feeling with him.
After resting still for a moment, he started moving and he didn’t hold anything back. He threw hips into you with sudden force that had you gripping him with with a gasp.
He scoffed over your reaction and sped up to a brutal pace, reaching down to twist and tug at a nipple.
Your legs practically trembled around his waist from how deep he was going. He released your breast and bent further down until your tits were pressed all the way against his chest.
The overwhelming sense of him overcame you as he dipped into the crook of your neck. His ravenous hair was so lush with a pleasant scent and soft tickling touch.
His scruff edged all along your jaw for a prickling effect as he moved down to suck a harsh welt into your neck.
He started off easy with the first one, but when he was moving on to another spot, he sunk teeth in this time. You scratched nails along his back with a moan over the sting as he nibbled along your skin.
You knew that your skin would be littered with dark bruising over the way he was so harshly sucking and biting.
Then he was moving down with hair tickling just under your chin to give attention to your breasts.
He squeezed one and bit down into the outer side of the other. He sucked over the skin before doing the same thing on the inner side of cleavage.
He kissed up to your nipple and flicked tongue over it for a moment before grazing the whites of teeth across.
He nibbled on your hardened nub ever so slightly as he fucked himself into you and you arched your back in response to the tingle.
He did it just a bit harder with a firmer squeeze to your other breast. You shifted up a little more with hands flying up to tug roughly on his hair.
He pulled away with glowering eyes as soon as you did so and you released your grip.
“Quit squirming.” He demanded simply.
And then he was dipping back down to grant attention to your other breast. He gnawed harder on your nipple for a sensation that was so tingling that you couldn’t keep from grasping at his back and shifting.
“Do you want me to go get the belt and tie you down?” He threatened after pulling away again.
“No.”
“Then hold still.”
And with that, he was ducking down again to alternate sucks on each of your breasts and nipples. You obeyed with palms resting still on his back.
When he pulled away, you instantly yanked him back down into your body again. You leaned up a little to sink teeth into the side of his neck only for him to pull back and pin your wrists down.
“Uh uh.” He shook his head with a devious grin and you fit the pieces together.
“That’s right. Still have to go home to your wife tonight.” You said.
He ignored your quip to raise your hips off of the bed and focus on his thrusting movements.
With the new angle, sparks were flying inside of your abdomen that begged for release and so you chased after it.
“Deeper, faster. Fuck me faster Noct.” You begged in a bratty tone and he slowed down to your displeasure.
“Ask nicely for your king.” His eyes started to bleed into that familiar warmth you had seen so many times before.
It was a sharp purple magenta in your younger days, but now it was more of a faded crimson pink. You spoke up to oblige in jesting mockery.
“Oh my dear royal highness- F-Fuck.” You cut off when he threw hips into you again to drill his cock down to the hilt with every thrust.
And with the new pace he was implementing to fulfill your needs, you were finally able to achieve that sweet release.
You moaned louder and gripped tighter onto him as he worked fast to send you tumbling over the edge. The familiar wet sensation flooded between your inner thighs as your body accumulated juices for him.
“Yeah? Does fucking a married man make your little pussy squirt harder?” He spoke with burning red eyes upon hearing it for himself.
“Come for me, do it right now, come.” He demanded with accentuated hard thrusts of his cock.
The rest of your juices expelled onto his abdomen as you writhed with pleasure until that high was starting to gradually calm down.
He kept fucking into you at a slower pace to draw out the feeling before ultimately stilling and pulling out.
“Cheater.” You affronted as he moved out from between your legs.
“Slut.” He countered instantly and you pushed him down in your place to climb on top.
He watched with interest as you took his dick in hand and sunk all the way back down the entirety of his length in one swift motion.
He barely as much as flinched when you started teetering rapidly in his lap. As good as he looked looming over you with authority, he looked just as good under your subjugation.
His eyes stayed locked into their reddened state with dilated pupils as he watched you take him.
You bent down to steal his lips in a sloppy kiss before trailing down to the side of his jaw and nibbling over the scruff there.
Then you pulled away and traced fingers up to his neck where you secured a firm grasp. You squeezed just a tiny bit with barely any pressure and he emitted a low moan of bliss as soon as you did so.
His hand shot up to your wrist to encourage you to squeeze just a little harder as he forced hips upwards in a sloppy manner.
You smirked to yourself because just as much as he loved giving orders and taking charge, he liked it just as much to be put in his place.
You used your other hand to grasp a handful of his dark locks towards the ends and tug. His hips met yours with even greater force between the combination of your hair pulling and hand on his neck.
“Gonna- Make me…” He trailed off with the inability to form words because you were speeding up in his lap with harsh grinds.
“Not yet.” You countered and he remained still with obedience as he channeled focus onto holding himself back.
“You don’t deserve to come.” You released his locks and scratched angry marks down his chest with nails. “Tell me why.”
“Because I cheated. I was… Unfaithful.” He answered correctly.
“So filthy. Go on, show me that you cheated. Come for me, come inside of me.” You released the small amount of pressure you had on his neck and threw your hips onto action.
He raised to a sit and slung arms around your body, spearing you down onto his cock with fervor until reaching his end with a pleasured groan.
He trapped you close to his body with scruff nuzzling into your shoulder as he pumped you with a copious amount of his spend.
Rope after rope of it shot up inside of you as your walls pulsed around him to accept it. It started to die down and he released a whine of overstimulation as he pushed up just a little more for a few more spurts.
His body relaxed and he released you to lie back into the pillow with a heaving chest.
You smiled to yourself with satisfaction as you slid off of his softening member. The syrupy nature of his spend expelled out into his lap as soon as you did so, with most of it still trickling inside of you.
You made a move to get up for the bathroom and Noctis gave a pinch to your sore behind as you did so. After cleaning up, you went back out into the room to retrieve your clothes.
Noctis was already dressed again and sitting on the edge of the bed, halfway done with buttoning up his shirt.
Then he snatched up his suit jacket and put it on as you retrieved panties. You quickly shimmied back into the dress and waited on the edge of the bed as he went into the bathroom.
You watched with a smirk as he worked on ridding every piece of evidence. He tried to make himself look innocent again by wiping the lipstick stains from his neck and cheek. Then he fixed and smoothed his hair down before exiting again.
You escorted him back to the front and he picked his belt up from the hallway floor on the way there.
He stood by the front door as he looped it back in and you stepped up for a kiss. He quickly finished up on the belt so that he could pull you into his arms to return the gesture.
He lazily tongued over your bottom lip before giving it a nibble and suck. Then he pulled away to step back into shoes and reach for the door handle.
“I’ll be seeing you.” He spoke in a smug tone, turning the knob.
“No you won’t.” You bit back playfully with crossed arms.
“Yes I will.” He stepped out into the hallway with a smile.
“Yes… You will.” You admitted defeat to him as he disappeared off into the night and you shut the door behind him.
You stood for a moment to regain composure and organize thoughts over everything that had happened.
Just when you were starting to do a good job of phasing him out of your life, your ex was back. And you couldn’t help but look forward to the next time that you’d be seeing him.