crown [C. TARTAGLIA]

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the feeling of him sucking on your bottom lip as his hands trailed down your waist made your head swirl. he shoved his tongue deeper in your mouth, not even allowing you to breathe for yourself.

you squeezed your eyes shut, hand not knowing where to go but to tug on the bottom part of his clothes.

where you allowed to even kiss back? how much longer would it take to finally satisfy him?

"childe." you pushed him off, panting from the lack of air. "will you just–"

he cuts you off and pulls you in for another kiss,  not letting you finish your sentence. he felt hot as he pressed his bare chest on yours, his palm that was placed on your cheek felt the same.

you hated it. not the kiss, but you hated not disliking the feeling of him. his taste, you felt intoxicated by it.

you had to wonder if this was the same way he felt as he kissed you.

"you taste... sweet." he finally pulls away, his thumb pressing over your bottom lip as he watches it get swollen over time. "so... sweet..."

just when you thought he was done, childe began to suck on your neck and biting it in between. you winced at the pain, covering your mouth with your hand to hide any noises you might make.

he looks up at you with a frown, "don't."

"...what?"

"tch." he pulls your wrist and pins your arm on either side of you. "let me hear you make that sound again, [Y/N]."

you felt hotter than ever, your cheeks burning with embarrassment by what he said. "just... what are you saying?"

he smirks. you wondered why but then suddenly, his teeth latched onto the zipper of your clothing. with both your hands still pinned to your side he began to unzip your uniform with his mouth alone, your undergarments almost visible by his doings.

"h-hey that's–"

"shh." once he finished unzipping your top, he stares back at you, eyes filled with a look you can't quite point out. "just obey your master, will you?"

you gulped, already having a feeling as to where this was going to go. surely enough, childe was not in his right mind. should you disobey? it was an order of his but you just weren't going to obey like a puppy, especially not in a situation like this.

"stop it."

"hmm? why? are you not having fun?" he snickers.

"prince, let go of me."

"why suddenly so feisty?" he pouts. "you kissed me back... i thought you liked it..."

"that's not–"

slowly he lets go of one of your arm, only for it to sneak up behind you. goosebumps spread throughout your skin at his touch, warm fingers were suddenly at your back just right on the clip of your bra.

"do you really not want to?"

your eyes widen when he unclips it from behind with one hand. the feeling of your bra loosening off from your chest made you snap out of your little daze.

"you son of a bitch..." with your free hand, you whipped your fist towards his face sending him stumbling back.

"ah!" he groans in pain.

you quickly clipped your bra back and pulled his wrist, guiding him to his bed where you forced him to lay down.

"i had a free pass to punch you, it doesn't count." you heaved in a sigh, face still burning from what just happened.