~Deadly feelings~ Hubert x Reader FE3H

Chapter Forty-Four: Don't get caught

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The doors were slammed shut by force and Hubert's once combed locks were now trickling down his pale, dimensioned forehead. His fingers stripped themselves from their suffocating gloves and began to nimbly unbutton the uniform he had taken an hour fixing beforehand.

"Sit." He spoke minimally, throwing the heavy jacket on a plush, red armchair accompanied by an ancient fireplace. Next to go was the black and gold belt which its thud echoed throughout the private quarters, if he wasn't careful the guards may come running with the suspicion of an assassination.

"Hubert?" You were perched on the side of your bed, train and state crown having been removed as soon as you left the view of the visitors, the heavy metal itched into your skull and the fur on your cape irritated the bare skin on your arms. "What are you-"

"Shush." He darted forward in one movement, arms landing on either side of your hips while his thin mouth attacked your own in what was his version of punishment or others' 'wedding-night adventures'. Although it wasn't the night, it was 5PM and there were many guests waiting in the ballroom.  

"Mm~" You melted under the passion and rawness of his kiss, shivering once one of his bare hands firmly took your waist in their grasp and forced you back onto the white sheets. Meanwhile, his tongue was forcing itself into your mouth, making you cry out in shock. Not good. 

"Did I not tell you to shush?" Hubert tutted, pulling away from your mouth and lifting your body to his chest with one arm while the other scaled the back of your dress in search of the zip that would expose you to him. "I want to make love to my wife and not be caught. Moan and I'll slap you." He raised your ear to his mouth, your whole body falling limp to his scandalous commands- you knew Hubert would never hurt you, but the idea was making you stir crazy.

Bingo. Hubert kissed your neck over and over while his left hand dragged the golden zip of your dress down to your hips then quickly aided you in removing your arms from within the garment and exposed your upper half, only covered by a white laced bra. Vestra grinned ear to ear.

"Perfection." He hummed, lightly caressing your growing stomach and smiling to himself, a moment of distraction from the deep longing in the pit of his own stomach. "Turn around, dear." He mused, watching you do as he say with no hesitation fuelled him more- how loyal and trusting you were, he never thought he'd be able to share trust with another quite like this. Now your back was facing him, Hubert unclipped your bra on the first try, peeling the annoying shield from your soft skin and throwing it like a ball to a corner ahead of him. 

As you heard him shuffle about behind you, unbuttoning his own shirt, you wriggled your legs out of the bottom of your dress and quickly disposed of the gown in time to feel your husbands hand pull your bare back to his chest, caressing your larger chest in both of his hands. 

"A-ah." You breathed, leaning your head back onto his broad shoulder and enjoying the pinching, circling and rubbing his hands were doing. It was like he was using magic on your body, a magic he doesn't use on his enemies. 

"I haven't even started." Hubert smirked, clasping a hand around your mouth and trailing his other hand down your front, eventually burying it in the dampened fabric of your underwear. Quickly making haste as he spotted the time ticking faster than expected, Hubert slipped two fingers into your warmth, pumping them in-sync to get you ready for himself. 

You arched your back, still being on your knees, having your ass against his hips and your head laying in the crook of his neck- it was bliss, you could feel the movement increasing with speed and glanced to the side to see Hubert's right arm flexing with each thrust he did inside you.