A/N: Ars is cute, and her being a bashful, awkward mess makes her an even cuter dork.
Enjoy~
Notice Me Already!
Ars Almal wasn't a party person.
This was fairly self-evident in her nature. She preferred sticking to books or playing games than standing around chatting with people. It wasn't as if she disliked it – she truly did enjoy talking with her friends – but her own self-consciousness and shyness crippled any attempts at that. As such she usually spent friendly gatherings off to the side, usually mumbling replies back to one of her attentive friends whilst sipping on some juice, passing the time until she could feasibly leave.
Today was no different. A party was being held to celebrate Nijisanji's yearly anniversary, with everyone gathered in the lavish back garden of Belmond's house, the old building recently having been more modernised after looking like a thirteenth-century home for many, many years. Tables of food were set-up and everyone was hanging out together, chatting the day away and joking around with each other.
And much like always, Ars found herself off in the corner of the garden, pretending to be occupied by admiring the flower beds. For the fifth time in an hour.
A glass of wine was held in her hand; her fourth she'd drunk thus far. She wasn't one for alcohol but it helped give her a bit of confidence – something she desperately needed in this situation. Doubly so thanks to a certain blonde boy halfway across the garden, currently talking with Belmond in merry tones. Ex Albio. The dumb blonde hero that left her head spinning and heart beating like crazy.
She wasn't blind to her own feelings; she knew she was crushing on him. At the same time however she couldn't muster the courage to confess her feelings, barely able to even drop subtle hints and teases that went right over his head. Even now with alcohol pumping in her veins the mere thought of going over and confessing to him left her gut twisting itself into knots, her hands getting all clammy and her breathing quick. It was too big an ask of her.
Though the alcohol was doing a good job at convincing her to give it a try.
As was Sara.
''C'mon, there's no time like the present, y'know.'' The blonde told her in a low voice, leaning down more to her height so nobody overheard. ''I can chase Belmond away and give you two a moment together.''
Ars shook her head furiously, blushing. ''I-I can't... what do I even say?''
''Just ask him about how his day is, compliment him a bit...'' Sara gestured lightly. ''Maybe if he's drunk enough you can try and get him to kiss you?''
''I don't want to trick him into it.'' Ars shut the latter idea down. ''I... I want it to be, s-special...''
Sara smiled amusedly, but mercifully didn't tease her. ''Then you'll have to figure out another way to get it through his thick head. C'mon, I'll go pull Belmond over to the tables; I can buy you a couple of minutes.''
Ars panicked, shaking her head – but Sara grabbed her arm and was already pulling her over. Her grip was loose but Ars couldn't find it in her to wriggle free, and after a second she reluctantly fell in lockstep with Sara, bringing her glass of wine close to her lips to hide her face as much as possible – pretending as hard as she could that she was 'inspecting' the wine. Not that there was much to inspect, what with it being a cheap one Sara had brought over.
''Hey~! Belmond~!'' Sara cheerfully called out, skipping over to the muscular man. ''I'm hungry~!''
''Ah, is that so?'' The brunette chuckled, petting Sara on the back when she tackled him in a hug – completely unphased. ''Are you drunk, perhaps?''
''Hehe, maybe~''
''Can you make it to the tables?''
''Mm... not without someone called Belmond to help me~''
Amused by his friend's act Belmond hummed, bidding goodbye to Albio as he half-carried, half-pulled Sara away to the tables on the other side of the garden. Ars almost went with them, following for a step like a lost puppy before gathering her confidence and stopping herself, instead looking up at her blonde doofus of a crush. He noticed her too, offering her a kind smile.
''Hey Master.'' Albio greeted her amicably. ''Fun day, huh?''
''Y-Yeah.'' Ars answered quickly and took a swig of her wine – and then broke into coughs as it went down the wrong way.
''Woah, easy there, haha.'' Albio chuckled and patted her on the back, darkening the embarrassed blush on her cheeks.
''Sorry, I um-'' Ars was saved as another cough cut her stuttering short, giving her a few seconds to think of a more normal response. ''How's your day been?''
''Alright.'' Albio lightly replied. ''Yours?''
''Yeah, fine, fine.''
An awkward pause.
''So, uh-'' Ars feigned another cough. ''You looked pretty cool today – I mean, erm, did you get a new sword?''
Albio blinked, completely oblivious. ''Um, I don't think so. Been using the same one for a while, though then again I've kinda been thinking about getting a new one as a sorta secondary. Duel-wielding sounds kinda cool, you know?''
''Yeah. Really cool.'' Ars blushed and punched his arm playfully, a shy smile curled at her lips. ''I-I might get some new books to... um, read.''
Albio smiled innocently, humming interestedly even as she pitifully tried to make conversation, apparently oblivious to her crippling embarrassment. Ars tried to muster something else to say, the silence beginning to stretch – before she couldn't figure out what to say, and threw all caution to the wind.
''C-Come with me!'' Ars stammered out and grabbed his arm, hauling him away.
''H-Huh? Master?!''
The short mage said nothing, red-faced as she marched the two of them away from the others and into Belmond's home. A few tables of food were about and a couple of people were sitting about and chatting, sending amused looks their way as they passed. The sight only darkened Ars' blush and she hastened her steps, ignoring Albio's confused questions as she dragged him into the nearest room.
Which happened to be one of the guest bedrooms.
Only once she shoved shut the door behind them did Albio speak up again, befuddled. ''Master? What's wrong?''
The lightning mage scrambled for an excuse. ''Um... I want to sit down. Feel weird.''
Humming understandingly Albio laid a hand on her shoulder, guiding her over to the bed – taking the wine glass off of her and laying it down on the nearest table. Ars meekly sat down on the edge, hands in her lap and head bowed, unable to not notice how close Albio was as he sat next to her. Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system but she couldn't help but notice how good he looked today; Clad in a white hoodie and red shirt with jeans, he struck a distinctly normal look, in comparison to her own usual hooded outfit.
A fresh jolt of embarrassment rushed through Ars as Albio touched her back, rubbing it soothingly. Seconds ticked by and all she could think of was the strong, comforting hand on her back, rubbing it slowly as if to ease away her sickness. Instead all it did was remind of her Sara's words, anxiety bubbling up within her as she realised she might not get another chance like this for a long while, perhaps even ever again.
And so with a burst of boldness, Ars suddenly shifted – swinging one leg over his and straddling him.
''Master?'' Albio blinked in surprise. ''What's wrong?''
The short girl blushed, her embarrassment only fuelled by the fact that, even sat on his lap, she was at eye-level with him. ''I...''
She tried to find the words, to explain what she felt... but once again her voice failed her, not a sound escaping her. So she didn't bother trying to explain.
Instead, she mashed her lips against his in a kiss.
The suddenness of it made Albio grunt in surprise, leaning back slightly. Ars held onto his shoulders however, pushing herself into the kiss and dragging it out, intimately feeling his own rougher lips against her own. Soon however her lungs begged for air and she was forced to lean back, gasping in air the moment she could, refilling her tingling lungs. The sound of their mutual panting was the only sound that permeated the room for a long few moments, and Ars went crimson as she locked eyes with Albio.
''I... uh...'' Ars swallowing, demurely tucking some hair behind her ear. ''I...''
''Master?'' Albio's tone held no displeasure, only surprise.
The lightning mage squirmed. ''I-I wanted to, okay? I... I really... um... you know...''
Albio didn't. ''You really...?''
Frustrated, Ars spilled the beans. ''I really like you okay- eep!''
She cut herself off, but the words had already been said. With burning cheeks the mage covered her face, hiding it as if to banish away the reality she'd now created-
-when Albio grasped her wrists tenderly, peeling them away from her face. ''...that's it?''
''E-Eh?''
Anything Ars was thinking was summarily deleted from memory as a pair of lips pressed against her own, gentle but firm. The wrists Albio held in his grip became limp noodles as her mind melted, allowing the blonde to slowly lower both of her arms down to her side – pulling back from the sudden kiss with a kind, warm smile.
''I kinda like you too, Master.'' Albio said with a sheepish, innocent grin.
''Y-You do?!'' Ars stuttered, whacking him on the arm. ''Then why didn't you say anything you dummy?!''
Albio just laughed lightly. ''I didn't wanna make things weird between us.''
''I made it obvious I was into you!''
''You were very tsundere about it, I thought it was just you being you.''
''A-And what's that supposed to mean?!''
The two locked eyes, held the stare... before in unison both of them burst out into laughter, the tension evaporating from the lightning mage in seconds. Any worries she held faded and she felt more relieved than she had in a long time, almost forgetting where she was in that moment.
Her laughter carried off into a light-hearted giggle, her gaze soon returning to Albio's lips, remembering how they felt against her own. Rosy hues returned to her cheeks and a burst of shyness crept through Ars, her expression becoming demure as she slid her arms around his neck, looking him in the eye. The request was unspoken but not unnoticed, and with a slight smile of his own Albio held her lower back and leaned in.
''...Mm...''
Their lips met in a kiss, slow and intimate. Ars relished it, every second of lip-contact setting her nerves alight and filling her heart with a rush of warmth, getting her addicted to it. She dragged out the kiss until she had to break away for air, but resumed it the moment she refilled her lungs a few seconds later – muffling Albio's moan with another kiss, smacking her lips with his. Intimately she felt his hands sliding along her back, going up to her shoulder blades before slipping down to her waist, not touching her rear but coming close to her skirt.
The thought ignited a fire of want within her, and with a soft moan Ars pushed herself against him – squishing her considerable bust against his chest. Albio clearly felt it, shivering in silent arousal as she slowly rocked her body back-and-forth, making sure he remembered she wasn't as flat as he once joked. As if to pay her back Albio suddenly slid his hands down and grabbed her butt, making her squeak against his lips, when he abruptly picked her up and spun them around.
''Mm?!'' Ars grunted in surprise as he pinned her down onto the bed, darkening the blush on her cheeks. ''Albi- oh~''
Her voice melted in her throat as he kissed her again, lips flush against hers and hands holding hers down. His fingers tickled her palms and weaved themselves into the gaps between her fingers, tempting her to curl them inwards – holding hands with him. She whimpered in embarrassment at that, left panting when he pulled back from the kiss and shivering when he reignited the kiss a few seconds later, giving her barely any rest.
And then in a fit of boldness Ars lifted her right hand, guiding his hand straight to her chest. ''T-Touch me here too, dummy...''
''You sure?''
''Of course I am, just d-do it...''
Albio didn't question her further; sliding his hand away from hers and cupping her right breast, giving it a slow grope. The mere sensation sent shivers lancing through Ars and left her moaning, the sound partially muted against his lips. They kept kissing even as he began to grope her, his other hand giving her hand a squeeze, comforting her. She savoured the gentleness, whimpering in embarrassment.
A soft gasp fled her lips when Albio took it a step further, his hand sliding in through the armpit gap of her dress, groping her bare breast. Just feeling his fingers touching her bare skin made her moan, shuddering as his thumb slid over her nipple and flicked it about slightly. Having his hand where it was also caused her dress to shift between her cleavage, her breast slipping out – no bra to contain it. Her dress was so tight she never usually needed one.
''A-Ah... Myn~'' Ars squirmed and moaned as he played with her tit more, hefting it about. ''H-Hey... kiss me too...''
Albio obliged; diving down and reclaiming her lips in a kiss. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arm around his neck and holding him against her, dragging the kiss out. When the need to breathe got the better of her she reluctantly loosened her hold, instead snaking her lithe hand down between their bodies and grabbing his crotch – embarrassment flooding her when she felt how rock-hard he was.
''G-Geez...'' Ars stammered, flustered.
''Aha... sorry, Master.'' Albio apologised sheepishly. ''Seeing you like this is too much to resist, you know?''
''Is that so...?''
A grope of her breast melted any thoughts from her mind, coaxing out a whimpering mewl from her lips that Albio swiftly swallowed in a kiss, his lips flush against hers. Mewling shyly into his mouth Ars palmed and pawed at his bulge, fumbling about blindly as she ran her fingertips along the rough fabric of his jeans – until soon she located his zipper, wasting no time in pulling it down with a low, erotic buzz.
His cock all but sprung into her hand. Ars squeaked, her full attention shifting onto the hot hardness that touched her palm. Tentatively she curled her fingers around it, coaxing out a low groan from Albio that left her blushing furiously, her hand gently sliding back-and-forth. She'd never touched a dick before but she knew at least what to do with one, awkwardly moving her hand back-and-forth and listening to him grunt against her lips, aroused.
''Hah, Master...'' Albio breathed, shuddering.
''Shut up...'' Ars murmured back, smooching her lips against his. ''Just... let me make you feel good?''
The words were spoken with an uncertain lilt, the words foreign on her tongue, but it seemed to arouse Albio all the same – coaxing out a tight groan from his throat. Emboldened Ars jerked him off faster, her hand sliding along his girth... before with burning cheeks she stopped, and brought her hand to her mouth. She spat on it, her saliva warm on her palm and quickly trickling down it, prompting Ars to hastily grab his dick again – smearing her spit into his cock as she jerked him off.
Albio buckled briefly, a tight groan arising from his throat. The saliva let her hand slide along his girth with ease, slipping back-and-forth with each jerk of her wrist and coaxing out more moans from her blonde lover. He paid her back though; fondling her breasts and kissing her eagerly, swallowing any moans that tumbled out of her lips. However she wanted to do more than just stroke his cock; so many embarrassing ideas coming to mind that she had to settle on just one.
''Mn...'' Ars put a hand on his stomach and pushed, getting him off of her.
Then the moment she could she put her weight against him and rolled them over, leaving her straddling his waist. Her cheeks burned as she felt his cock prod her thigh but wasted no time in crawling backwards, eyes drawn to his wet, erect cock. She grabbed it and stroked it only briefly, instead bringing her lips in close and kissing at the tip, blushing darkly at how lewd such an act felt. The pleasure-filled groan she coaxed out of Albio made it worth it though.
''Master...'' He moaned.
''Quiet.'' She mumbled, rubbing her cheek against his dick.
Her lips found the tip a moment later, parting and allowing his cock inside – eliciting a soft, lustful groan from Albio's throat. Stifling her embarrassment as best she could Ars pushed her head down, feeling his cock slide over her tongue more and more until the tip hit the back of her throat – triggering her gag reflex. She coughed and leaned back a bit, swallowing her saliva before taking him back in again, not daring to take him so deep and instead just sucking on half of his dick.
''Mmph, Mm...'' Ars slid her lips along his wet girth, feeling him throb against them. ''Mm...''
The lightning mage looked him in the eyes, holding his gaze even as she watched his expression twist with overwhelming pleasure. Her hands found their way onto his thighs and she held him down, giving her more leverage to move her head – pushing past her embarrassment and just sliding her lips along his dick with wet-sounding slurps, her tongue flush against the underside of his shaft. When she sucked back up to the tip the sound filled the room embarrassingly loud, prompting Ars to instead suck him off with quicker, shorter sucks, trying to make as little sound as possible. It didn't work; the sloppy wet sounds only growing more wet.
She also felt him throb more and more, each suck leaving him moaning and his hips briefly lifting off of the bed. His hands gripped at the sheets and he murmured 'Master' under his breath with increasing fervour, prompting Ars to hasten her blow-job, her head tilting this way or that as she sucked him off. Pre-cum teased her tongue as she slurped away but she didn't stop to think about it, too focused on making him feel good-
-when with a sudden gasp of her name, Albio came in her mouth.
''Mmph?!'' Ars' eyes widened as hot seed splattered across her tongue.
The salty taste took her off-guard, but she didn't stop sucking Albio off, her lips sliding up to the tip whilst her hand grasped his shaft, jerking him off and coaxing out more of his load. She swallowed the hot seed that landed on her tongue, shuddering as she felt it go down her throat like salty magma – the lewd comparison only turning her on more.
Soon Albio's orgasm shuddered to a close, and with a soft pop Ars slipped her lips off of his dick, panting as she caught her breath. His dick was slick and glistening with her saliva, the lewd sight tempting her to poke it with a finger, watching it twitch from here mere touch. Yet he was still hard.
''Isn't it supposed to go soft...?'' Ars murmured, more to herself than anyone else.
Albio heard her however; chuckling embarrassedly. ''Ah... well, it's hard to calm down when it's you doing it, Master...''
Ars blushed crimson. ''I-Idiot...''
Slowly Ars stood back up, gazing down at his cock. She hadn't thought they'd take things this fast this soon, but she didn't mind if it was him. And as embarrassing as it was to admit, but she didn't want it to end so soon anyway. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
Thus with burning cheeks Ars reached up under her skirt, fingertips tickling up her hips until she found the waistband of her underwear – and then promptly pulled them down. Her black panties fell to her ankles, the soft, almost-inaudible thump drawing Albio's full attention, his cheeks turning a burning red. Ars paid him no mind, her cheeks aflame as she turned her back to him and then sat down on his lap.
As such she felt his cock press flush against her bare ass, his wet shaft rubbing against her peachy rear. Ars pushed down her nervousness and lifted her hips slightly, one hand sliding beneath her body and grasping the base of his cock, helping guide him towards her entrance; a shiver of excitement flooding her when she felt the tip slide along her slit, so very close to entering her. Just before that however she spared a shy look over her shoulder at him, her embarrassment only growing when she found him looking at her with intense attention.
''I...'' Ars swallowed. ''I'll start now...''
''Yeah...'' Albio breathlessly murmured back.
Ars looked away, stifling the instinctive hesitation that bubbled up within her and gently lowered her hips down. Her lower lips spread apart for his tip, and the lightning mage gasped softly as he slid inside. She lowered herself down more, a brief spike of pain filling her pelvis as he claimed her first time, before she kept pushing down and down until she was sitting on his lap – a whimper quivering off of her tongue as she relaxed her muscles.
'It feels so big...' The shortstack mentally whimpered, feeling him throb against her insides.
''You alright?''
Ars blushed as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her stomach, her back warm as Albio hugged her from behind, his lips near her right ear. She squirmed slightly, her hips shifting side-to-side and unintentionally stirring his cock around her insides, coaxing out a mutual moan from both of them.
''Y-Yeah.'' Ars mumbled after a moment, shy. ''I'll... um, I'll move...''
The mage's words trailed off just as she lifted her hips, a soft mewl escaping her lips. His cock rubbed against her inner walls as she lifted herself up, and doubly so when he pushed herself right back down, her mind melting from the slow friction. Aroused Ars repeated the movement, rolling her hips and arching her back slightly as she was gradually left empty, only to impale herself back upon him, his hot meat filling her once more.
Soft, puffing breaths tickled past her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as she moaned. She focused fully on moving her hips – until Albio broke that focus by kissing her on the cheek. Squeaking in surprise Ars tilted her head towards him, words on her lips; when he claimed those lips in a kiss and grabbed one of her breasts with his other hand, coaxing a moan out of her throat. With growing confidence the mage pushed her ass back, taking him inside of her faster as the slight pain began to fade, replaced instead by a buzzing, tingling warmth.
''Ah~'' Ars moaned against his lips, the slow smacking of flesh audible as her ass hit his pelvis.
A shudder lanced through her as Albio broke off from the kiss, his breath hot against her neck as he began to thrust up into her. It was slow but strong, his cock pushing into her just as she lowered her hips, sending hot bolts of warmth up her body. The groping hand playing with her breast only amplified that, a whimper escaping her when Albio pinched her nipple and hefted her tit about, toying with it.
''Hold on a second, Master.'' Albio murmured into her ear.
''Mn?'' Ars mewled in lust-addled confusion, scrunching her face up.
Regardless she didn't resist as he held onto her, slowly lifting himself up and then turning them around, doing it slowly enough to make sure his cock wouldn't slip out when they were moving. The mage's cheeks burned as she found herself on all fours, the bed beneath her fingers soft and tempting her to lean down a bit, looking over her shoulder at Albio. Just as he reared his hips back, and plunged right back into her pussy.
''Ah!'' Ars pursed her lips tightly together just as he slammed into her, partially muffling her sharp moan. ''Hah~!''
Albio grabbed her hips in a strong grip, smacking his pelvis against her ass with a fleshy slap as he pounded her all-out from the start. The rough fucking jolted warmth up her body, a string of soft gasps and strangled cries escaping Ars as pleasure flooded her very being – the risk of being caught the only thing keeping her voice down, her throat tight as she consciously held back a louder squeal when he hit a sensitive spot inside of her.
Her blonde disciple however noticed; grunting as he blindly aimed for that spot, his cock scraping her inner walls pleasurably and his flesh smacking with hers. The force behind his thrusts was enough to jerk her body forwards slightly, her heavy breasts swaying from the movement and prompting her to push her ass back, moaning as she wilfully impaled herself upon his hard cock, feeling him fill her up for a blissful half-second.
''Hah, Master...'' Albio spooned her from behind, his height leaving him covering her completely. ''I'm close.''
Ars just nodded frantically, gasping and clutching at the sheets – electric pleasure rushing up her stomach. She tightly gripped his cock, her muscles all clenching tight, but the young man continued to ram himself into her and stuff her folds with his girth. A tingling, burning need arose within her and got stronger within seconds, her pelvis tightening up like a wounded spring and her breathing cutting off, unconsciously holding her breath for a enduring few seconds.
''Mn!'' Until Albio grunted. ''M-Master!''
His cock hit her deepest parts, and he blew his load. Stars exploded in Ars' eyes and she gripped the sheets, breathlessly wheezing out a sound of pleasure as her own orgasm hit her like a freight train, buckling and spasming in place as she rode it out. She pushed herself back against him frantically, her ass slapping against his pelvis erratically as they both moved in disjointed sync, every single thrust igniting her nerves with renewed pleasure and dragging out her orgasm for that little bit longer. She felt him fill her with his warmth, the feeling seared into her memory and melting her head into mush, able to only think of it and nothing else.
''A... Ahh...'' Ars shuddered and flopped face-first down into the bed, her arms finally giving out. ''Hwaah...''
His cock slipped out of her pussy, the uncomfortable emptiness within her leaving Ars moaning, rolling down onto her side – panting as she gazed up at Albio. He smiled breathlessly down at her, falling flat onto the bed next to her with his head tilted her way. For a long moment they both just laid there, panting and minds fried from their mutual orgasms.
Then Albio slipped his hand over hers, giving it a squeeze and a cheeky, innocent grin. ''Guess mages don't care about student-teacher relationships, eh?''
Ars couldn't help it; she laughed. In turn, causing him to laugh too.
She could get used to life like this.
[END]
A/N: Not sure if Belmond has a house beyond his little bar, but I like to think so.