Fire Emblem x Reader (REQUESTS AND LEMONS ACCEPTED!!!)

Shura x Reader Lemon

A lemon is long overdue, don't you think AmuPshyeahVanity?

Because of my writing style, you can change the pronouns if needed.

Onwards!-----

Today had been rough. Before going to the infirmary, you'd had open gashes down your sides, arms, and back. What had happened, you may ask?

A large group of Nohrian Dark Mages had invaded Castle Shirasagi, demanding to speak to Ryoma. Once they had spotted him, however, they had released a horse of Faceless into the plaza.

Not anyone's definition of fun.

Corrin's army had managed to defeat them, suffering no casualties. However, being the Noble idiot you were, you had taken hits for almost every one of your allies.

"Ow."

"Stop moving."

"Ow."

"No."

"Ouch!"

Stitches hurt like bitches, ok? Especially before anaesthetics were developed.

"All done, Miss (Name)!"

You turned to Forrest, rolling your shoulder slightly.

"Thank God you became a medic. All those years of sewing really taught you something, you know?"

Before he could respond, Corrin ran into the infirmary, panting slightly.

"(Name)?"

Uh oh.

"Yeah?"

"HE's worried about you. Try not to let him pop your stitches."

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"I can walk."

"You're injured!"

This has continued from the infirmary all the way to Shura's room. Being your loyal boyfriend, he couldn't let you recover anywhere less comfortable than his bed.

You sighed, finally giving in. He's adorable, who would WANT to upset him?

As soon as he had closed the door behind you both, he set you down, gathering you into his arms. You accepted the right hug, leaning into his shoulder.

You started to drift off, until you felt a familiar sensation on your neck.

"Shura."

He pulled his head away, nose coming from your throat to your face.

"Yeah?"

"If we're going to do it, it's gonna be in bed. Understood?"

He grinned, lifting you bridal style.

"Anything for you, princess."

As soon as you were on the bed, his lips were back at your throat, ravishing your neck. You moaned slightly, shifting to give him better access.

One of his hands threaded in your hair, keeping your throat exposed. The other slid down to your chest, toying with your nipples.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, even with no contact. His pleasure was coming from your whimpers and moans.

You, however, wouldn't stand for that. With minor difficulty, you pulled him underneath you.

Gently retracing the path he has made, you brushed your teeth over his sweet spot. The moan he made was music to your ears.

You began abusing the spot, tongue and teeth running over it to pull as many noises as possible out of him.

While you were doing that, his fingers were busy pulling at your pants. As soon as those were off, he hooked his thumbs on your underwear.

"You want to be on top or bottom, babe?"

You panted slightly, rubbing against his still-clothed thigh.

"Bottom."

He grabbed your waist, pulling you under him gently. Discarding your underwear, he pushed against your entrance slightly.

Sliding inside of you, he pressed his lips against yours. While muffling your sounds, he began to gently rock his hips.

Pulling away from the kiss, he leaned back to admire you. Covered in sweat, hair tousled beyond reason, covered in his kisses and love bites.

"Beautiful."

He began rocking back and forth more quickly, fingers twining with yours. Leaning towards him, you buried your face in his chest.

"I'm close, babe."

He chuckled slightly, holding you against him. "So am I, love. Hold out for just a little bit longer, ok?"

With a few more pumps, he emptied into you as you clenched around him. Cuddling into him, you began to drift off.

"That was-"

He chuckled, kissing your forehead.

"Goodnight (Name)."

---BONUS---

"I TOLD you not to pop the stitches!"

"Shit.'

-----Make sure you comment requests and I'll see you later. Ciao!