14 days of Valentine's Day Reader Insert Prompts
** Requests Closed **
Mix of sfw & nsfw
Fandoms: Attack on Titan | Blood of Zeus | Castlevania | My Hero Academia | Ikemen Sengoku
Warnings: 18+, Human form Seraphim, Love making, Angst, Sad, Bitter-sweet ending
Enjoy ~
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The candle light flickers across the walls of the dark room. Wind howling outside the open balcony doors. The only sounds to be heard inside the room are of the crackling fireplace, shuffling of sheets and a chorus of breath.
On the large bed that is placed in the center of the far wall lies the tangled bodies of you and Seraphim. The union of your bodies is not forbidden for the King can have whomever he wishes but it is the love that has bloomed between you that can never be. He, a King and you are nothing but a servant, a woman who had worked within the castle after your father had no money left to pay his debts.
Although it would be unbelieved by others that you, a mere servant, but a step up from a slave, could've captured the attention of the man of men, the ruler of the land, King Seraphim but you and him both know the truth. That from the moment he had laid eyes on you you had much more than his attention. Of course he could have ordered you to his bed, had the power to open your legs with just a single worded command but he didn't. You weren't just a woman he wished to add to his harem or be his whore for a night, no he wanted you to willingly give yourself to him for that would be the only way to properly accept the gift he had been given by the Gods.
That was almost a year ago and it wasn't till a few months back that you laid in his bed for the first time, much like this night.
Atop the mess of sheets and furs your bodies are connected. Seraphim's head rests upon pillows, his long ebony hair fanned out beneath him, as he stares at your naked form above him. Calloused hands gripping your hips and waist, admiring the softness of your skin against his. His eyes taking you in, watching your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, your giving body moving with his.
Opening your eyes you catch his, cupping his cheeks you capture his lips and he greedily takes yours in return. Tongues tasting each other, the bitterness of wine still paints his lips. His teeth graze your plush lips as he hungrily drinks you in. Sitting up, not daring to disconnect from you, his rough palms hold the swell of your ass assisting you in your movements before flipping the two of you. Laid on your back he sits up, raking his fingers down your frame. Your breath hitches as his digits graze over your hardened nipples, igniting every nerve ending along your torso till he reaches your hips. His obsidian eyes ghosting over you.
With your legs wide and inviting his iron grip takes hold of your sides once again as he begins to pump into you once more. His hips move fluidly against yours, being sure to touch the furthest depths of you. Your fingers dig into the soft fabrics beneath you, head rearing back with eyes screwed shut, mouth ajar letting the sweet sounds of your pleasure fill the cold night's air.
