Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: William Shakespeare x reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
Word Count: 647
Carefully carrying a cup of warm coffee in your hands, you walked softly into the living room. "Here's your coffee, Will," you lilted with a gentle smile, placing the cup on the coffee table.
Shakespeare's eyes twinkled with delight at the sight of you. "Thank thee, my sweet doll. Why don't thee have a seat next to me as I continue working on this new play? I couldst, verily, use some company. Particularly if it's yours." He gave you a close-eyes grin.
"I don't want to distract you—" You started but he interrupted you.
"Tush tush. Thy presence doest not distract me. In truth, thou art my inspiration, my muse." Patting the sofa cushion, he beckoned you. "Come, sit by my side."
Smiling fondly at him, you did as he asked. However, sitting next to him was not enough for you. You wanted more of him yet you did not want to be obnoxious. So you sat there awkwardly.
"Hm? what is't?" He queried, noticing your sullen expression.
"It's nothing," you replied with downcast eyes, fidgetting with your fingers under his scrutinizing gaze.
Cupping your face in his hands, he turned you to face him."Why art thee looking so sad?" When you did not answer, he continued: "Prithee, tell me."
"I... I was just thinking..." you began.
"Aye?" he encouraged you, taking your hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze.
"I-I just wanted to hug you," you admitted sheepishly, cheeks turning a dark shade of scarlet.
"If an embrace is what thee wisheth for, then I do not see a reason why I shouldst not indulge thee, my love." He flashed you a tender simper. Then, he put the papers and quill aside.
"I shall work on this later," he stated softly. "Anon hie, come into my loving arms."
Hastily, you engulfed him into a loving embrace, relishing his musky scent and the warmth of his body.
After a while, you broke away from the hug. "I should go now, I don't want to bother you any longer."
However, before you could get up, he stopped you placing one hand on your knee. "(y/n), thou art not bothering me." He squeezed your knee reassuringly.
"I'm sorry, Will," you apologized, staring at your fidgeting hands. "I'm just... I want to spend more time with you and cuddle and..." you trailed off. "I just don't want to be annoying."
Shakespeare frowned slightly at your words. "Prithee, come closer," he pleaded.
Nodding, you let yourself be engulfed by his loving embrace. Peering up into his eyes, you caught him staring at you and your cheeks flushed as you quickly avoided his gaze. Shakespeare chuckled lowly and grabbed you by the chin gingerly turning your head to him. His heterochromatic eyes fluttered shut and leaned down, pressing his lips against your waiting ones.
"Mm, the spring of thy lips warms my winter's heart," he susurrated, his breath fanning your face. "I love thee so much, my love." After proclaiming his love for you, he claimed your lips once more in a kiss that conveyed how much he needed you and your affection and how much he adored you.
He took your hands in his once more and mused aloud, "Thy hands art so small, they fit perfectly in mine." He chuckled lowly. Staring longingly into your eyes, he exclaimed, "Don't be afraid of expressing your love for me. I would prefer it if you would just be yourself, is that all right?"
"So can I hug you or k-kiss you whenever I want?" You stuttered, cheeks flushed red.
"Why, yes, my love." He gingerly bumped his nose against yours affectionately.
"Then, I will," you beamed gleefully.
"I'll be looking forward to that, my dear." His beautiful eyes shone bright with amusement and devotion for you as he leant down to give your lips one more tender peck.
