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The day started off as per normal, with Noctis having a sleep in while Gladio and Prompto went for their morning run. You were just beginning to wriggle out of your sleeping bag when you heard a familiar accented voice curse out loud from outside the tent.
“Ah… fuck it all.” You heard Ignis sigh, followed by the the clattering of his cooking utensils.
Taking a couple of brief minutes to fix your hair and blink the sleep out of your eyes, you carefully climbed over a sound asleep Noctis and made your way out of the tent, concern knitting your brow. You had never heard Ignis swear before; your mind conjured up the worst case scenario.
Eyes locked onto his upright form at the portable stove, you approached him warily.
“How many fingers do you have?”
He turned around, a brow raised at your question. You noticed that his cheeks were a little flushed. The light pink made his faint freckles stand out a little more than usual.
“Eight. And two thumbs. Ten digits in total. Five on each hand.” Tone clipped, he still managed an incredulous dry laugh at the random question. “Odd question to ask first thing, mind if you indulge me as to why?”
It was your turn to gather heat on your cheeks as you shrugged, feeling foolish.
“Uh, I heard you drop the f-bomb.” You tilted your head, curious. “Never heard you swear before. What’s the occasion?”
He laughed and shook his head, turning back to the stove.
“Intrusive thoughts, I suppose.”
This admission got your curious. Unable to stop yourself from prying, you took the chance while there was still relative privacy around. It would be hard to have a decent meaningful conversation once the other guys were back and active at camp. It was pretty safe to assume Noctis would remain asleep through the whole conversation; that is, if any conversation was to eventuate at all.
“What kind of intrusive thoughts?”
Ignis sighed again, staring into the pot with a mournful look. “These onions are completely charred. I suppose it’s what I get for deviating from the task at hand.”
A frown pulled down at your lips. He was avoiding your question. It was blatant.
“Iggy–.”
He turned to you, facial features neutral, not giving anything away. This was suspicious in itself.
“Must you push so hard for answers you might not necessarily be comfortable with, Y/N?” There was a strained quality to his tone, like he was trying hard to keep his voice steady. Your concern for your friend only grew. You’d never seen Ignis so guarded before. As formal as he was for the most part, he was always transparent.
That morning, his behaviour was completely out of the norm.
You stepped closer to Ignis, now standing beside him, close enough to catch a whiff of his signature scent– coffee and the warm toasty aroma of freshly ironed clothing. You briefly wondered whether Ignis has Noctis carry an iron in the armiger, but banished the thought to the back of your mind, focusing back on your task at hand.
Why was Ignis being so… weird?
“Why wouldn’t I feel comfortable? Are you having nightmares? We’ve seen some shit, so it’s understandable if you’re suffering PTSD symptoms–.”
“No,” Ignis cut you off, exasperation lining his words. “I wouldn’t quite class them as nightmares. Y/N, I don’t think it’s appropriate to be having this conversation.”
“Why isn’t it appropria–?”
Before you could finish your question, Ignis perked up at the tell-tale sound of crunching gravel beneath worn leather shoes.
“Ah,” he called out, louder than necessary. You frowned harder at Ignis’ clear efforts at diverting your attention from the topic at hand. “Gladio and Prompto are back! Just in time to assist with breakfast!”
You heard Gladio laugh in good faith from the distance, and your shoulders drooped as you lost your chance to learn more about the inner workings of Ignis Scientia.
“Sounds like you missed us! Did Y/N bother you that bad?” There was a knowing mirth to his tone that confused you further. Glancing at Ignis, you noted that he was practically glaring at the charred onions in the pot.
He didn’t answer Gladio’s question.
Something was up, and you were going to find out what.
Your next chance to grill the increasingly avoidant Ignis Scientia came three weeks later. You had all just arrived to Lestallum and were well overdue for a good rest. The constant chase of the Empire, as well as the challenging search for the Royal Arms, took a toll on everyone in the party. The news of the fall of Insomnia still weight heavy on everyone’s hearts.
“I’m gonna go grab a bite with Iris– anyone else want in?” Gladio sounded bone tired, a thick quality to his voice that warned you to allow him and the last of his family some privacy to finally mourn the death of their father.
“Nah,” you waved a dismissive hand, offering him a small smile. “I’m gonna hang out here. I feel like my feet are going to fall off.”
Gladio huffed a laugh, but it sounded a little soulless. You gave him points for trying.
“Fair enough.” He turned to Prompto and Noctis, who were busy on their phones, blinking albeit a little blearily at their screens as they finally played to catch up on the hours missed on King’s Knight. “You guys comin’?”
Noctis looked uncomfortable as he shook his head. Everyone present knew that he felt guilty for what Iris had gone through in Insomnia. He wasn’t ready to see her; especially knowing that she harboured a sweet crush on him to boot.
“Nah, I know you two are going straight for that cup noodle truck.” The prince turned to Prompto and gave him a gentle nudge with his elbow. “Wanna check out that rice bowl place?”
Prompto snorted, amused, but too tired to laugh properly.
“You’re obsessed with rice. Sure, I’m cool with that.” The blond offered Gladio and apologetic smile. “Maybe next time?”
Gladio caught on to what was happening, and he laughed, genuine this time.
“Iggy?”
Ignis nodded, tired smile pulling the corners of his lips up as he raised a gloved hand and waved.
“Go spend time with your sister, Gladio. I’m keen to explore the market here. I’m thinking stew…” he trailed off, tone thoughtful. You leaned back on the bed you were seated on and sighed at the feeling of a mattress supporting your back.
It felt divine after weeks on the hard, unforgiving and uneven ground.
“Thanks guys,” you heard Gladio mumble graciously. “I’ll be back later this evening.”
“We’ll call if anything comes up. For now we should be safe, and lay low.” Ignis offered, quiet and serious.
You couldn’t see, but you just knew Gladio nodded before opening the door of the hotel room and leaving. Noctis and Prompto seemed to get up next, the squeaks of the springs in the mattress giving them up.
“Iggy, you coming with?” Prompto asked.
“Y/N?” Ignis’ tone was soft, so gentle that it made your heart ache a little.
It was a new feeling.
You blamed it on being dead tired.
“Hm?” you hummed, half asleep, barely awake.
“Will you be okay on your own for a couple of hours?”
“Mhmm.” you affirmed.
“Want a take away bowl?” Noctis offered thoughtfully. Bless him.
You raised a tired arm and shook it ‘no’.
“Okay; we’ll be back. Call if you need us.” Noctis advised quietly before you heard three sets of footsteps exiting the room. Eyelids heavy, you let out an uncontrollable yawn before allowing yourself to drift off into the sweet oblivion that was sleep.
You woke to the sound of the door opening and shutting. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you narrowed your eyes at your wrist watch and pouted, half of your soul still deep in dreamland. Letting out a short whine, you stretched your body, your movements indulgent, almost feline-esque.
“Aaaaaah, man that was a good nap…” you let out a yawn, the remnants of your sleep escaping your body, spirit charged and ready to get on with the rest of your day.
“I was hoping you’d remain asleep,” you heard Ignis mutter, clattering around in the kitchen, bags rustling as he moved around to place them presumably onto the small, round dining table.
Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you sat upright before rubbing at your eyes and moving to stand. One last indulgent stretch later, you padded towards Ignis’s location in the kitchen, glaring at his rigid, broad back.
“You don’t like my company or something?” you challenged, hands on your hips.
Ignis scoffed, emptying the grocery bags, revealing cooking chocolate and fresh berries. You raised your eyebrows at his choice of ingredients, but didn’t comment further as you waited for him to explain himself.
He turned to you after a few moments of tense silence. He blinked, with slow purpose.
“Quite the contrary. Though I find you rather distracting.”
You almost sneered at him, confused and unable to help but feel a little offended, though you weren’t sure why.
“Could you start, like, actually answering my questions properly? You’ve been avoiding me and my questions for ages now.” Throwing your hands up in clear exasperation, you shook your head and clicked your tongue, making a show of how annoyed you felt with Ignis’ behaviour as of late.
He seemed to deflate right in front of you, looking helpless to boot.
“As I said on the last occasion you confronted me with such questions; you may not like the answer.”
“Why?” you challenged further, tone dropping from cordially pleasant to borderline argumentative. “What’s so inappropriate about having me on your mind? Is that what the issue is? That you think about me sometimes?” You laughed, the sound incredulous and amused. “You know, you are allowed to think about more than just Noctis. You’re friends with all of us! You’re allowed to worry about Gladio, and Prompto, and even myself. I mean, I prefer you don’t worry about me, like legit I’m doing pretty good–!”
“No, Y/N… that’s not the issue at hand.”
You frowned, mouth still open mid-sentence.
“Uh, then… what the hell is it? What’s so inappropriate and distracting that you can’t even stand to have a proper, transparent conversation with me?” You sighed, tired all over again despite your nap. “Ignis, I may be a new and unexpected addition to this team, but I’m still part of this team. You gotta talk to me–!”
“Do I?” Ignis drew in a ragged breath, shocking you into silence with him tense he suddenly looked. His eyes never deviated from yours, his gaze a fiery jade with his confrontation. “Do I have to tell you exactly how you set me alight with the need to feel your intoxicating presence against me?”
He took a step towards you, leaving the ingredients at the table, forgotten.
“Uh, what?” was all you could come up with.
The corners of his lips quirked up for a moment before he pulled his expression back into one of concentration. The intensity was stifling, but you couldn’t for the life of you find it in you to tear your eyes away from him.
“Perhaps you want to know I often find myself distracted with the thought of you arching into my thrusts; I imagine that you made the prettiest sounds, Y/N.”
You blinked, gobsmacked. “This… was not what I was expecting. Thrusts…” You broke into an abrupt laugh. “This is a joke right? I mean, this is so sudden.”
“My apologies. I have made you uncomfortable.” He tilted his head, a thoughtful look taking over his features. “I did warn you. You mightn’t like what you hear, but it is the truth. Is your curiosity sated?”
You nodded, at a loss for anything else to do in response.
“Sure, but… you could have just told me.”
He shrugged, the gesture so casual it had you reeling. Ignis didn’t do casual, but it seemed he had just let all his walls down all at once. You were learning a lot about him that afternoon, that was for sure.
“I did not wish to make things awkward.”
“Well they’re pretty damn awkward right now. You’ve just told me you want to fuck me, and now we’re having a good old conversation about it.” You gestured between yourself and Ignis, your movements shaking a little with your nervous energy. “Have you not noticed that I’ve been a little more frustrated lately?” You appealed to him, the initial shock of Ignis’ short yet impactful revelation simmering down into a pleasant heat pooling with a delicious feeling pressure between your hips.
Gods it had been too long since you even thought about sleeping with someone.
Ignis… you had never in your life thought you were going to go down the route of seducing Ignis Scientia to bed just for the sole purpose of scratching a dormant, persistent itch. But hey, it was worth a shot. He looked receptive enough, with that hungry look in his eye, inching closer and closer without your immediate knowledge.
“You’ve been touching yourself in your tent. I can hear the sound of your slick. I want to taste it.”
Heat rising to your cheeks at his bold, unabashed statement, you narrowed your eyes at him and leaned back to take Ignis’ whole demeanour in. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his chest was rising and falling with shallow breaths.
When had he ditched his gloves and rolled his sleeves up?
You watched as the muscles in his forearms tense and loosen with his movements, and became acutely aware of the fact that your mouth was literally watering at the sight of Ignis advancing towards you, making you shuffle further and further back towards the beds.
“Holy shit.” You squeaked. “Now?”
He nodded at you, and your eyes widened in automatic reaction to his boldness.
“Not even gonna take me on a date?”
Ignis actually smiled at this. “That can be arranged for later. Now, however, if you are willing– we’ve privacy and we’ve the company of each other.” He gave you a quick once over and licked his lips. The gesture shot you straight in that place where the hot pressure pooled, a pleasant warmth that was both threatening to overwhelm and comfort you– all in due time. “Who knows if we will be alive long enough for another opportunity.”
You raised your eyebrows, though your hands were already bunching up the bottom hem of your shirt, raising it upwards inch-by-inch, unable to deny that you were excited and fully consenting to Ignis’ proposal.
“That’s a little bleak.”
“Then let me bring some colour to your life this young evening, my dear.”
Before you could even think to retort, the back of your calves hit the edge of the bed, and true to rom-com style, you fell onto your back with a punctuated “oomph!”
He loomed over you, looking amused, and then a little hesitant. Your lips pulled down into a frown as you sat yourself up with your elbows supporting your weight.
“Nuh-uh, don’t you even think about having second thoughts! I need to nut, and you’re going to deliver on your promises or so help me god!”
Ignis laughed, eyes fluttering shut, the joy of being in your company clearly written on his face. His expression made your heart skip a beat. You crooked your finger and beckoned him towards you with an assuring smile. He sighed, smile still in place as he lowered himself over you, careful not to crush you in any way, shape or form. You smiled wider under him at his consideration and let yourself fall back onto the soft mattress below, dragging your feet towards yourself, legs bent at the knees, only to lift a leg and curl it around Ignis’ waist.
“Eager, are we?” Ignis quipped, voice dropping an octave, his proximity to you seeming to intoxicate him. He brought his face closer to yours, his nose nuzzling against your own, his breath fanning against your lips, coffee and spice– a hint of rich red wine mingled into the familiar scent of him.
You hummed, giddy as you raised your hand to cup his cheek. His jaw was angular against your palm, his handsome visage a treat to your eyes.
“Should be grateful I’m letting you cage me in like this on such short notice, Scientia.”
“Ah, well then, my thanks to you.” His hand trailed down to your hip and took a firm hold there. He pulled you onto your side, and then onto him with a short grunt, his display of strength both surprising and incredibly arousing. Licking your lips, you gazed at Ignis sprawled atop him, your breasts soft and pressed up against his firm, lithe, muscular chest.
“Whoa.” You uttered, awed by the change in perspective, the events of the evening moving almost too quick to comprehend.
And with Ignis Scientia no less.
Who would have thought?
“Speechless?” his tone was light, teasing almost. There was a strange tension in the air between the both of you, and it was only a matter of time before it snapped.
You nodded.
“Honestly? Yeah. A little.”
His lips pulled down into a frown, his hand on your hip and his free hand moving up to cup your cheek, mirroring your own.
“I know I’ve been forward–.”
You snorted, amusement overflowing at his frank statement.
“No shit, Iggy!”
His cheeks reddened slightly, “As I was saying,” he narrowed his eyes at you, slight exasperation tightening his features, “you can say no. You’re allowed to say no, and I will cease this madness, and we can pretend that I didn’t say anything.”
You remained silent, considering his words before you shook your head, slow, careful and deliberate. You locked eyes with him and smiled.
“No,” your voice came out soft, almost too soft to hear. He was close enough to pick it up.
He moved immediately, but you sat up and straddled his waist, sitting atop him like he was made to be your personal throne. You smiled wider and wriggled your hips over his, feeling his semi-hardness against your covered crotch.
“P-pardon?” he stuttered, features now slack, confusion clouding his smug arousal.
You laughed and shrugged before grinding against him again. Gods he looked so helpless under you. He shouldn’t have let you be on top– you weren’t afraid to take charge after all…
“No,” you repeated again, louder and more clear this time. You blinked down at him and grinded down once more before continuing. “I told you before; you’re going to actually fuck me now. You’ve given me an itch that I can’t fucking scratch myself, so take responsibility and just fuck me now.”
He mirrored your gesture, blinking up at you, looking a little lost before he nodded.
“Alright then. Okay. Yes.”
You leaned down, bringing your face closer to his, taking in the glimmering green of his irises. You hadn’t noticed just how vivid the colours were in his eyes, fresh and wrought with intelligence. You almost let out a sigh of wonder at his sheer beauty underneath you, but held yourself back from doing so, wanting something else a little more than just looking.
“What? Speechless?” you quipped, repeating his sassy remark from only moments ago.
He frowned, his hands on your hips, kneading the soft flesh there gently as he looked up at you.
“You’re truly going to be speechless by the time I am done with you, Y/N–.”
“Oh?” you scoffed, a playful lilt to your tone, surging down further until your lips were ghosting his jawline. You gave him a gentle nip and revelled in the way he hissed in a breath through his teeth. His restraint was admirable– but it wasn’t restraint you wanted.
You wanted something raw. Something needy. Something authentic. Unplanned and desperate; completely out of Ignis Scientia’s usual character.
“Who’s the one on the bottom right no– oi, hey!” you protested, breath leaving you in a huff as Ignis used the brute strength that was hidden in his lithe, perfectly proportioned muscles to flip you back onto your back. His hands were around your wrists, pressing them to the mattress on either side of your head. His cheeks flushed as he looked down at you, hunger incarnate in his jade hues.
“It appears you are, my dear.”
You frowned at him. “Not fair. You don’t sound huffed at all!”
He smirked at you. “Yes, well, I supposed it’s all the practice I get throwing Noctis around during training.”
You gasped in feigned shock.
“Throwing the prince around? Blasphemy!”
Igni shrugged from above you, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him. His gaze met yours and suddenly the room turned dark, with only you and Ignis vividly alive. You both smiled at each other, comfortable, chests rising up and falling back down gently with each and every breath you took.
His grip loosened on your wrists, yet you stayed put as his fingers traced down your sensitive skin on the undersides of your arms. He reached your clothed sides before bringing his fingers to the bottom hem of your shirt.
Ignis’ fingers were warm against the skin of your lower belly, and yet you shivered at the contact. Squirming under him, you smiled wider and winked up at him, effectively catching his attention and snapping him out of whatever reverie he was experiencing.
“What was that for?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“None of that foreplay bullshit, okay? The guys could be back any moment.”
His blush grew even deeper, but he nodded obediently.
“Understood. We must sate ourselves; besides there will be other times in the future to indulge.”
You allowed Ignis to help you sit up, and raised your arms to assist him in undressing your body. Impatient, you worked your own pants down with a grunt, practically ripping them off your legs and throwing them over the side of the bed. In your underwear, you locked your eyes with Ignis again, and caught him in the middle of holding a laugh in as he worked on getting his own clothes off as quickly and efficiently as possible.
“And what’s so funny, Ignis?”
“You’re incredible. I’m just… wondering if this is a dream or reality–.”
You shook your head, shutting your eyes and reaching back to snap your bra off without fanfare. You heard his breath hitch as your bra fell down, revealing your breasts to Ignis. You opened your eyes and watched Ignis, smirking as you realised that he was too distracted with your breasts to even notice you slipping your panties down your legs.
Bless him, he was but a man after all…
“Iggy?” you called, spreading your legs and laying back again.
His jade eyes gave your now nude body a once-over, and he let out an almost comical soft gasp.
“Oh my…” His fingers paused at his belt, his shirt already thrown to the ground. In all honesty, you were surprised he didn’t fold his shirt up despite his rush to get undressed. You were seeing a different, mindless side of Ignis here in Lestallum, and you were not opposed to this new side at all. “Gods, look at you…”
You snorted. “No thanks, I’d rather only be seen by you at this moment. I’m not a complete hoe…”
Your comment snapped Ignis out of his haze, and he laughed in return.
“Of course not. You’ve just ripped your clothes off and exposed yourself to me, the very picture of lewd female adultery–.”
“Now now,” you chided with a roll of your eyes, “let’s not get all fancy here.” You brought your fingers to the apex of your thighs and teasingly rubbed at your pussy lips, feeling the little bit of slick that had made itself apparent at the bottom of your slit. Fingers spreading the flesh open to reveal your sensitive bud, you massaged yourself gently, locking eyes with Ignis as you did so. Cocking your eyebrow in challenge, you nodded at him in express consent. “Fuck me.”
He lost his pants quickly, kicking them off before scrambling onto the bed. He finally looked his age, twenty-two and so eager to get a feel of what he was going to be sinking into in a few moments.
“Gods,” he repeated, gaze reverent as he settled over you, taking one of your legs and and lifting it, bending and spreading you for the taking. He glanced down at your aroused centre and licked his lips. “Such a shame we’re in a rush this afternoon,” he muttered.
He reached down to pump his cock, getting himself hard to the sight of you. The whole scenario was already lewd enough, but with Ignis doing something so sexual and… horny, the debauchery of the whole situation was charged up to almost unmanageable levels.
Your inner thigh muscles ached as you revelled in the stretch, spreading your legs as wide as you could manage. Some of your slick trickled out of your opening and down towards your asshole, and you moaned at the warm sensation. Gods, you felt naughty…
Eyes shutting at the sensation of Ignis teasing your slit with a firm rub of the head of his cock up and down your waiting heat, you moaned in want of him.
“Please…”
You felt his hand, pleasantly warm, on the underside of your thigh to hold you open. He pushed himself in, and you felt the hot heat of his cock sinking into your almost too tight heat. An immediate gush of your essence provided lubrication for Ignis to sink further into you. He panted above you, invoking the gods and every divine being he could think of before he was too blissed out for his mind to properly work.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, “you feel exquisite my dear–.”
“You too,” you gasped. “So fucking big… oh my god!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you arched into his shallow thrusts, wanting him deeper. “Where have you been hiding this thing? Fuck me…”
“That’s precisely what I am doing, Y/N.” Ignis had the sense of mind to quip back. You groaned, eyes still shut and hips still tilting upwards as you craved more of his special brand of sin. Short mewls sounded from your mouth, mingling with the sound of Ignis’ cock sliding further into your slick heat. “You’re so wet.”
“No d-duh!” you sassed. Reaching out for him, you pulled him closer to you, feeling his chest against yours as he began to deliver deeper and more long-drawn thrusts. “O-oh, yes, just like that. Fuck…”
Ignis thrust particularly hard into you, his hips slamming against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin making you cry out as you felt yourself grow even wetter from his wild bucks. Taking the hint that you wanted more of that, Ignis angled himself above you and held your hip with one hand to keep you in place, and bent your leg further to spread you into an even more prone position. Taking an eyeful of your wet, stretched pussy around his cock, he let out a moan and drew back against before setting a mind-numbing pace.
He thrust in and out of you, hitting every single spot within you that caused your toes and fingers to tingle in that exemplar way that never failed to keep you in awe. Mind hazy from the pleasure, the burn of your thigh muscles aching from the continued stretch was forgotten in that moment.
His lips caught yours as he surged down, and he moaned against your mouth, his tongue exploring every nook and cranny of you, swallowing your own desperate sounds as you chased your release. You undulated your hips under him, rising to meet as many of this powerful, calculated thrusts as you could.
Your orgasm caught up with you out of nowhere, unexpected in that moment, but not surprising in the least. You were so caught up in Ignis’ wild ways– so unexpectedly wild indeed– that you barely paid attention to how close you were to your own release. Your fingernails dug into the taut skin of Ignis’ muscular back, creating bloodies half moons on his lightly sun-kissed skin.
“Gods, Y/N!” Ignis grunted, delivering one last powerful thrust of his own before pulling out and reluctantly getting onto his haunches above you, straddling your waist. His body was warm and pleasantly heavy atop you, his jaw eyes hazed with orgasmic euphoria. He fisted his cock and pumped it, your slick coating his sensitive dick, helping him with his movements. His release shot out in warm spurts onto your abdomen, shiny from the thin sheen of sweat on your skin. You bit your lip and moved your hand from where it was fisted in the sheets towards Ignis’ release…
And then the door opened.
You gasped and tried to move your legs to shut them from their spread position, trying to conserve whatever dignity you could, though you knew that you were literally on debauched display for all to see.
You only solace was the simple fact that Ignis Scientia was butt naked and burning in shame with you, right there and then, as Noctis, Prompto and Gladio all entered the room.
Gasps were predictably heard, some curses thrown into the mix.
And you and Ignis were still naked.
You heard their footsteps getting closer, and then they were within your line of sight.
They were all kind of just standing there before you, hands either in their pockets, folded in front of them, or resting idly on their hips. Their gazes bore down at you as you sat perched on the bottom end of the bed, throat parched and pulse beating with nervous energy.
Ignis was the first one to speak, naked and awkward, still straddling your equally naked and exposed body. His cum was clear, almost pearly white, on your skin. It began to feel cool as the heat of your coupling began to fade, giving way to the warm breeze that was coming from the ajar window nearby.
“Well… we thought you would be occupied longer.”
Your exhausted gaze met Gladio’s expectant stare, and you couldn’t help but note that even through the awkward nature of your current confrontation, his warm amber hues were growing darker and darker by the second.
Gods, you knew that look…
You squirmed under his gaze for a few short moments before tearing it away, opting to gaze at the far more safer option of Ignis’ impressively impassive face.
“Um,” you croaked, “I mean, like… we just wanted to work some extra energy off?”
“IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE US FEEL BETTER ABOUT WALKING IN ON YOU TWO ALL NAKED AND SHIT?!” Prompto exploded, his voice breaking into random squeaks as he gestured at you, and then himself and the guys with large hand movements.
Beside him, Noctis kept his arms folded, blush on his cheeks and glare fixed on the carpet floor. He seemed determined not to make eye contact with anyone in the room.
“Prompto,” Gladio finally spoke, his voice rumbling deep and dangerous in warning. The freckled blond huffed and mirrored Noctis’ stance beside him, bumping shoulders with his best friend in a spontaneous act of camaraderie.
Gladio took a step forward, and raised a hand, gesturing at the two of you with a sudden sigh.
“Look, it’s cool. But, honestly, I’m kinda gutted you didn’t wait for us Iggy. We made a deal.” You raised your head at his words, confused. Your eyes drifted up to Ignis, who seemed conflicted.
Seemed like Ignis had some explaining to do on all accounts.
“What does he mean by that?”
Your question was met with silence.
And then Ignis sighed.
“I am not the only one with an interest in you, Y/N. We all want you the way I just took you– with some variations.”
“I wanna taste her!” Prompto chirped, sharing his desire openly. Bless him.
Noctis nodded in agreement. “Yeah, same…”
You returned your gaze to Gladio’s, and right in that moment, his tongue darted out and licked his lips, wetting them in such a tantalising way that you felt it right in your core. It was then that you realised that the whole situation you found yourself in right there and then was exciting you beyond belief.
“Uh, okay.” You finally coughed up. “I mean, I’m naked, and the gang’s all here. Why not?”
The guys all grinned at you, and Ignis finally climbed off you to make room for the others. You caught his gaze and raised your eyebrows at him, disbelief marring your sweaty face.
He smiled down at you and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. The simple gesture calmed you a little, but you were still wary.
“They will take care of you. Now that there’s no threat of being caught–.”
“We’ve already been caught, genius!” You exclaimed, disbelief translating from your expression to your voice.
Ignis chuckled as Prompto settled before your legs, his hands already ghosting over your ankles and up your calves. You shut your eyes and held in a soft moan.
Gods… you honestly wouldn’t have minded a few more rounds.
“– best you enjoy your time with us all now. We’ve got plans for you. I was just a teaser.”
You gulped as the rustling sounds of the other guys undressing hurriedly filled your ears. Licking your lips, you settled in for what was to come.
Ignis was only a teaser…
You barely survived the teaser.
What had you just gotten yourself into?