Summary:
Teased and brought to their limits, Ignis and Emery find themselves in a matter unfit for a work environment.
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A/N:
THIS is by all means pure SMUT!!! EXPLICIT smut! If you expect plot then you have came to the wrong place.
Above all hope you all enjoy this smutty filthy garbage I had way too much time reflecting on until I finally said fuck it and birthed the thing.
So without further ado enjoy and happy reading!!!
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Emery's back hits something hard and cold—solid and familiar, a window she deems to recall—Ignis' lips slipping from hers, his hot rapid breaths encasing her in the overwhelming urge to reclaim them upon her own just to taste them again. And again. For all time would allow her. Never again, she deems will she relish in life's sinful pleasure of never having them pressed upon hers.
His lips caressed her cheek as he neared her ear, capturing the lobe between humble teeth. She nibbled at her bottom lip, black brows furrowing. She thinks he'll scold her, lecture her for teasing him all day, but no such complaints are mustered. He merely keeps his voice clear, but his motive pristine: There would be no more such activity of their earlier measures. Their limits have been breached beyond repair.
Closing his body further into hers, he awards her no opportunity to escape him, not that she'd think to anyway. Gloved hands race up her sides, skilled tactical fingers shaping her figure. She whines lowly when they don't hesitate to entrap her breast, palming the mounds in his large hands. Her back bowed beautifully willing into them, Ignis quickly finding her divine lips once more, his tongue entirely lewd as he devoured her tongue with his own effortlessly, moaning deeply into her, pinching her hardening nipples through the material of her dress gently. He swallows every blissful noise he elects from her throat, kissing her even more passionately—seemingly starving.
Emery takes notice of the dark richness of Ebony still lingering on his tongue, her mind immediately reeling to the lust and just how much the scents of coffee and sandalwood do to her sexually. Arms encircling his neck, she threads nimble fingers through soft tawny hair, kissing him just as favorably. Her thighs clamped together, the aching in her pussy far from comfortable.
Ignis' hands shift from her peaking breast, racing up her body, snd capturing her face. He pulls away upon the contact, staring into her grey-blue eyes with his striking expressive green, her breath raspy and heavily distraught with desire. Emery watches as his lips part wondrously, eyes drawn to the grace behind the movement. She could think of thousands of things she could do to them and how he could execute them upon her in pure rapture. From the wit of sharp words to the skilled risqué strokes of his tongue's embrace.
Returned to Ignis' thickened gaze, the peridot green of their hues nearly drowned in black due to their raging vortex of each other's dulcet touch. Emery eyes him curiously, questionably. She knew he had words he meant to speak, but something stopped them from coming forward. It was by all means unlike him, he was always upfront and collected. This speechless, disorganized, lost man was so beautifully strange. All she'd done was tease him senseless, lingering looks to explicit touches. Driven to sheer madness, not mute.
Lifting her hand, Emery presses her fingers to his lips, and they trace them with intense curiosity. Perhaps she went too far... She thinks. With a solemn weighted voice, she asks him such concerns. "Should I go?" Despite the strain behind the words, she kept her voice softer than a butterfly's wing pulse.
It was an honest question. She shouldn't have been there to begin with, let alone with him in the office of his workplace, behind a door anyone could knock upon. The Citadel, though protective, was far from the most appropriate place for such obscene behavior. Yet, she found that more erotic. Just the very secrecy of such poised and teased attention until nothing but pure lust remained, enticed her favorably.
Thin expressive ashen brows furrowed before those hands upon her face found her own, bringing them on either side of her. He interlocked their fingers—leather on delicate skin beautifully contrasted—kissing her concerns away. He groans gruffly into her mouth, taking her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking and pulling, his voice velvety dark and dripping. "Absolutely not," She moans in retaliation, tightening her fingers around his, swallowed and small compared.
Only when she grows dazed with the euphoric haze of lack of oxygen does he release her—lips and hands together. He trails scorching embers down her neck with his mouth, panting hotly into her kiss-damp skin, marking and bruising her with his teeth. She cries out, head lolled back against the window. His name from her lips the very submission to her control.
Ignis hums contently across her flushed skin, his touch finding their target when they knead her ass, yanking her hips flush against his. Emery whined vulgar at the intoxicating feel of his hard cock pressing across her abdomen, deliciously hot and seemingly begging just for her. "Oh Six..."
Hands moved down her thighs, Ignis lifted her efficiently, immediately guiding her legs around his hips. She moans at the kiss of leather stroking her thighs, arms quickly wound around his shoulders. He captures her gaze, Emery mesmerized by the reflection of the city lights in his bespectacled eyes. A sexy smile reaches his lips, his green hues mischievously gorgeous. This lights her heart ablaze, and its beats quicken erratically within her chest. She imagined his was somewhat similar.
With a teasing, suggestive murmur, Ignis declines her pleas. "Not yet, Love." He was no doubt punishing her with each careless press of his cock against her thin soaked panties. She nearly screams at the boldness, legs tightening ever so comfortably behind him. "I'm in no rush to end this just yet... You are simply too exquisite."
"That's unfair, Iggy!" Emery exclaimed through a constricted throat, face flushed with the overwhelming carnal need to be taken as his when he didn't even dare to cease the rolls of his hips into hers, her slick lips gliding against her clit, unbearably sensitive for attention—his attention. Ignis groans into the air between them, the sound entirely lewd to her ears. It tugs all the right spots within her. "I could say the same to your earlier endeavors, Darling."
She gaped aloud at the assumption. She'll come to admit it had gotten out of hand the longer their antics progressed but not to the extremes he's deeming to push upon her right now. What he's plotting is far from torture...It's pure agony. She's been seeking his attention all day, and gaining this outcome is beyond cruel.
The bespectacled woman unravels her arms from his person, trailing purposeful hands down his front, teasing the buttons of his dress shirt with eager fingers. She moves forward, pressing her eager lips to his neck, inhaling his wonderous scent. She moans at the musky fragrance of his aftershave. She buries her hands into his tawny hair, yanking at the strands, craning his neck back for her wanton mouth. He moans doing as she pleads—jaw slack to release the breathtaking noises she elects.
Emery leans forward, licking those sinfully intelligent lips, kissing each and every beautiful blemish that dotted his skin, from his cheeks down to his neck. She sucks and bites, licking stripes up and down his adam's apple, the tip of her tongue grazing the skull pendant that lay comfortably between sculpted sharp collarbones.
"You'll come to regret those words, Ignis." Emery groans sensually into the column of his throat, her grey-blue eyes heavily lidded as she distracts her mind to hold out long enough to induce torture of her own. "I've been generous until now, I don't deem to give you the satisfaction anymore."
Ignis growled darkly when her teeth met the delicate skin of his collarbones, the unblemished flesh now bruising and red beneath her lips. Unable to travel her mouth deeper to more deliciously ravishing skin, Emery relies on her other gifts—her touch.
Deft fingers spread across taut muscles, stroking and toying with the buttons of his shirt. They seemingly strain with the desire to break loose for her. One by one, she grants their pleas, the Coeurl printed shirt he adorned revealing more and more the further she trails down. In a matter kind to her, she reaches the portion of his attire tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Emery bites her lip and glides a purposeful finger over the metal clasp of his belt, further to the inviting bulge of his hard cock, strained and pulsing beneath the thick material of his pants. She drags her nail gently across the tip, her pussy throbbing in want as the man responds vigorously.
Ignis grinds himself upon the touch, her hips falling in line with his. Their moans heighten in harmony, Emery's head rolls back against the cool surface of the window, her black hair framing the glass in a beautiful raven veil. Her hands find his slender hips, the soles of her shoes digging into his lower back, tightly restricting any breath of movements away from where she needed him most.
Confidently, Emery works the belt loose from his hips, the metal giving way to the eagerness of her hands with ease. The pop of the button comes next until finally wasting no more time, she slips her hand past the barriers of clothing, wet velvety skin welcomes her. Ignis' moans in tow throaty and sexily, his hips thrusting into her exploratory advance.
Emery whines complementary, cupping his cock in her small palm, the very hardening heat of him driving her mind to new depths of fucked-up. Carefully and calculated she strokes him, the slick pre-cum making it easier and more comfortable to do so. Ignis curses wonderfully, his distinctive voice of foreign lands, thick and heavy with delectable elation.
"This is sheer insanity, my love." He says, and Emery grins coyly at the honesty, biting her lip, the words vulgar on her tongue as she speaks. "Then fuck me, haven't we teased ourselves enough?"
There seems to be no hesitation upon those very words when Ignis removes a hand from around her back and finds her own. He pulls her away, quickly freeing himself from beneath the limited trousers. With her dress hiked up over her hips, she could easily see the sexy sight of his cock, proud and erect between their bodies. She licks her lips at the beading head, slick pre-cum gathered at the tip. She reached down, sliding her thumb over the slick moisture, gliding it beneath the foreskin. "The Mighty Six don't even dare compare to this breathtaking view. Fuck, Iggy, you're simply as divine as the very Astrals right now."
"Language, Love." Ignis tries to distract, ashen brows furrowed with the overwhelming pleasure that awards him below. Said girl knew better however than to fall for such directions. She grins leaning forward, pressing her naughty lips to the shell of his ear. "Come now, Iggy, we both know how much it turns you on—how much I love to hear them in return..." Emery gives the jerk of his cock at her words a demonstrating glide, nimble fingers curling around the length in perfect precision. The groan that emurges from Ignis' throat is deeply resounding. "From lips as sultry and heavenly as yours, to that velvety accent are all the more reasons to feast my ears upon them."
"Emery..." The breath of her name is sexily threatening. Hastily he turns his head and captures her mouth, reaching down, he pushes her panties to the side, inserting a finger knuckle-deep in one forward jerk. She gasps sharply, breaking their lip-lock. "Oh Astrals!!" Emery bites her lip not-so-subtle at the fact that he still adorned his gloves, pumping the slick leather against walls much too delicate to endure long without bursting.
Ignis meets her eyes, heavily-lidded and broken with pleasure. "You should see yourself right now, my dear—breathtaking." Emery feels the hot flush beckon from such royal flattery. She pants hotly between them, her profile contorted in sheer delirium. Ignis notices the rise in body language, from the grind of her hips against his hand to the increasing slurs of incoherent praise.
"I'm so close... Ah...please..." Emery feels her body tighten, that coil deeply wound within near snapping any second, her walls throbbing—so close! But Ignis too takes heed and yanked himself away completely before she came. She mewls displeased, her body trembling in need of release that was much too close to be given this blatant denial. Emery throws him a very cruel, unforgiving look behind her bespectacled gaze.
Ignis grins, kissing her discomfort away with loving affection. "Not so soon, my dear." He warns across lips kiss-swollen and inviting. She bites his lip none-to-gently yet he just groans joyfully.
Between their close proximity, Ignis grabs ahold of her hand that lie dormant wrapped around his cock. He aligns them to her dripping entrance, their hands falling away when he fills her in one deep thrust. Emery screams out her delightful cries of euphoria, back arching, lips severed immediately. "Fuck!" Ignis gasps along, hands finding their place upon her ass. He doesn't give Emery a chance to adjust to him as he instantly pulls out to the tip and slams back in to the hilt.
"Ah... Ignis! Don't stop!" Behest to her knowledge, such man had no impulse to disobey such an order, his hips relentlessly loveable and rewarding. Emery's arms quickly circle broad shoulders, burying her head in his neck, whining and writhing in pure bliss, a lone hand carding through silky soft hair. Ignis hums gruffly in time with her, chasing up her back with his gloved hands, situating her body to lean more on the window for support as he keeps his thrusts perfectly undisturbed.
Comfortably settled and still within arm's length, she kisses him. Thrusting her tongue past sweet sinful lips without reluctance, she swallows every one of his gorgeous noises, head quickly drowning in the array of loving emotions he was experiencing and passing onto her with each stroke of his tongue and cock. Though distorted within the haze of lust, Ignis still kept control of his strength, inflicting just enough behind each obscene touch to ensure pleasure over pain.
Emery gasps at the thought, breaking free from Ignis' lips, and embracing him tightly, their hot, raspy breaths mingling between them. Taking in his face through long black lashes, she noticed the light sheen of sweat bead upon concentrated temples. Tawny damp hair falling loose from his slicked back up-do he bore daily. Jaw slack, she realizes it was by far the most delectable sight witnessing this disheveled side of him in a space outside their shared apartment.
Intent to aim deeper, Ignis rolls his hips against hers, dominating her pussy like his cock was made for it, and at this point it had. She'd only belong to him—all of him. She makes no hesitation to tell him so either. "I love you, Ignis, I love how you fuck me—claim me as yours."
He finds himself kissing her upon those words, his hips stilled deep within her, his tongue the opposite as it sucks and glides across hers in a sloppy filthy embrace. He tightens an arm around the small of her back before finally taking further initiative to move them from the window.
Only now does her lips separate from his, an attractive string keeping their lips connected. She cups his cheek, mapping such divine sullen lips with her thumb, no care in the world where he deemed to take her as long as he doesn't cease giving them their pleasurable dues in the end.
The hand atop her thigh reaches behind her and she looks back at the perfect moment to see him knock everything that lay atop the desk in the middle of his designed office onto the floor. From important papers of lectures for Noctis to study to Royal pardons that needed read through and signed. Most likely the enclosed material mentions one certain Prince and blonde. By all means, very unlike Ignis to discard them so nonchalantly.
Emery finds herself laughing heartily when he lays her back on the surface, adding her to the list of important duties he yet to complete. He towers over her in a matter of seconds, his mouth latching to the delectable length of her neck, groaning into her skin. "Oh, Emery... I'll never truly appreciate how much I've come to cherish your role in my life." He declared, slowly pulling his hips back only to snap them swiftly into her slick walls. How could she forget he never left!
The cry that is forced from Emery's constricted throat is honest, her back arching into his exploring mouth as he samples her bare skin. He lifts his hands from the desk and gives the black jacket a shove from her shoulders. Concurred with his motive, Emery quickly lifts herself to slip it from her body, the rough material not nearly falling away fast enough for her tastes, and with a careless toss, she discarded it somewhere in the room.
Once more on her back, she holds her hands above her head, black hair a river of raven beneath her. Ignis admires her openly—famished over the sight of her—his green smoldering gaze blown and fiery, very much like the Sagefire of his many elements.
Ignis smiles with all the adoration on his face, kissing her, lingering for a split second shorter than Emery would've liked. He trails open-mouthed kisses down her body, coming to stop and nibble at her clothed breasts. Upon the attention her nipples hardened and peaked through the silky white material. Emery rests her head back, hands gripping the edge of the regal desk above her. "Ignis... Hm... Oh, please move!
Ignis does as instructed, returning to the union of their sex tightly connected. Only the rock of his cock within her aims to penetrate at an unfairly leisure pace, hitting all the right spots but not nearly to the brink of purely satisfactory for the high sexual tension they've put themselves through.
Pulling himself up, Ignis stands before her, resting his leather-clad hands atop her knees, spreading her legs wide, his lips parted at the magnificent sight of her spread and laid out for his eyes only. "Astrals, what a delight you are, far more delicious than the most exquisite dish—simply ambrosia in all forms of beauty..."
Emery had no comeback to such extreme accolades, her mind too far gone to fluently progress the words she means to express on his own beauty. Rather the compliments tangle within the moans of pleasure—lost and forgotten.
Gradually picking up from the steady pace he had previously set, they fall into a rhythm of incoherent cries of euphoria, both their hazy, clouded minds much too gone with pleasure to back out let alone take it slow. They've been pent up far too long for much too long. Blissful raw release was all they chased now.
Ignis spreads her wider, hitting deeper, sliding his hips against hers in a manner unfamiliar to her yet entirely wonderful. Each jerk pushed her closer to the edge, her pussy dripping the slick essence of her building peak all over his desk, the wet obscene squelch of their lovemaking beautifully echoing the four walls of his lavish office. No longer would this room be seen as a place he works tirelessly day by day assisting and reviewing private affairs that are by all means lost on her as she is not nor would ever be royalty and high status as he—the Royal Advisor to the soon-to-be King Noctis. This room would now be a reminder of this memory, one that shouldn't have happened, but did anyway.
Emery tightens her legs behind Ignis, reaching forward to grasp his open shirt, yanking him down toward her. He does so gracefully, his hips not once faltering as he fucks her to near oblivion. Lips finding each other with ease, he keeps his pace straightforward, driving his cock into her deep and fast, his balls slapping against her ass, their hungry guttural noises into one another the very heights of their rapture towards one another, further igniting the pleasure that overwhelms them with each seconds passed in this dance for two.
"Come with me, Iggy..." Emery gasps across his cheek when they pull apart, her hands digging into his back from behind the curtain of his loose dress shirt.
Ignis groans hoarsely, his deep voice drowned in the slip of his control. Yet, she always came first in their throes of passion, regardless if they reach satisfaction together he'd always made sure hers struck first. Finding her clit, Ignis strokes the swollen bud with his thumb, adding just enough pressure to induce beautiful pleasure beyond compare, their shared slickness an added feat as she reacts in kind.
Back arched and perfectly bowed into his body, Emery comes with a scream of his name, nails digging into the taut muscles of his shoulder blades, her legs quivering in an overstimulated climax she'd all but been tortured to achieve.
Ignis brows furrowed at the intoxicating squeeze of her orgasm, his cock buried and hugged on all sides by tightly soaked spasming walls. He could feel his own end rapidly chasing hers but before he was given the raw bliss of unrivaled release there's a knock on the door.
Both immediately freeze and turn towards it, their faces contorted in honest terror. "Hey, Iggy?" It was Gladiolus' booming voice behind the door and Emery's eyes widened at the thought of him finding them like this: Half-naked, Ignis' cock buried deep into her pussy across a desk made for hardworking and devoted men of stature.
The doorknob turns but refuses to give access as Emery was smart enough through their lustful adventures to lock it before hand.
Clearing his throat, Ignis addresses the man as calmly and steadily as he possibly could for a man on the brink of orgasming. "I'm quite busy, what is it you need Gladio?"
"Don't be a stick, just open the door already." He turns the knob again and if he really wished Gladio could open it without much effort. She prays to the divine protection of Shiva that he leaves before it ever comes to that.
Nonetheless Emery finds herself shaking her head up at Ignis but even she knew he wouldn't dare tarnish this moment to let the behemoth of a man in. Not like this, not so close. "I'm afraid I cannot, nor will do so. If it's important email me, or wait until the hour is more appropriate."
There's a sound, and if Emery had to guess it was Gladio leaning against the door. "Geez, no need to be a prune, coffee cravings not to your liking this evening I take it?" He groans deeply, relatable. Gladio was used to these moments when Ignis' calm demeanor slowly chips away after a long day of tedious work that by all mears are important but lack the capacity to endure so much for so long. Disregarding the silence he speaks once more, tone serious. "I just came by out of curiosity."
Ignis lip curls at the displeasure of the continued questions. "Do make it quick then." He replied, tone somewhat growing strained from lack of climatic relief.
Despite being fearful over getting caught, Emery still felt the thrumming of her orgasm in her veins, Ignis's cock snug comfortably within her, still eager and erect for the end he so too warrants. Taking into account her own, she felt somewhat guilty about this unfortunate episode and how even though she tightens her legs and grinds against his hips to finish taking her, he doesn't give himself the pleasure of it.
In the end she bears fruit to different strategies.
Lightly pushing Ignis back with a hand to his chest, she sits up straight. He stares down at her, the visible question in his eyes but she kisses his lips, placing her finger to them thereafter. With a mischievous wink, she bites her lip, sliding off the desk and onto her knees before him. Ignis' eyes widened for a split second and before he could deem to stop her or enforce her elsewhere, she takes his cock into her mouth. "Bloody hell!" Ignis cursed low in his throat, his eyes quickly slipping closed at the euphoria that was slowly wrapping around him—her heavenly mouth.
"No need to rush, i have all the time in the world." If only he knew the truth then he wouldn't be so enthusiastic about it. "Ran into Emery earlier... She was asking if you were avaliable. Curious if she was able to find you? Seemed urgent." Gladio though still talking behind the door, Emery quickly paid him no mind as her focus was on more important endeavors.
Cupping Ignis' tight balls in her hand, she drags slow stripes of her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. The muscle compliments her actions with a tightening bob. She circles her lips around the tip only in short seconds before returning to licking. Only her jaw begins to feel strained, does she sheath him completely in her mouth, bobbing her head in slow, loving glides.
Emery moans deeply around the girth, raven beows furrowed in bliss as she eagerly savors the taste of their combined tastes that still lingered.
Ignis stumbles at the intense white waves of pleasure, quickly leaning over her, hands gripping the edge of the desk. He looks down at her, the glasses upon the bridge of his nose barely hanging on the further he's thrown into the fits of pleasure. She had all the means to remove them before an unfortunate break occurred but she fights the impulse.
Entrapped by her every beautiful move, Ignis tests the waters, sliding his hips along with her, jerking into her mouth when she nears the base, the mewl that leaves her stretched lips deliciously sexy to his ears.
Emery glances up at him, taking his reactions to heart, studying and understanding what makes him writh and tremble in ecstasy. With a gentle suck, she rewards him his highest compliment by repeating the notion. Relaxing her throat she takes his length deeply, each time going further and further.
"She had..." Is all Ignis manages to say to his as his voice could no longer be trusted and Emery hums around his cock.
"You seem tired Iggy, I think it's high time you called it a day and go home. It isn't polite to leave your woman home alone to worry, you know?"
"I'm fine... I assure you... More than fine..." Ignis head falls back, neck bared as he nears his desired peak, a gloved hand eagerly cradling the nape of Emery's neck in loving encouragement.
"You may think so, but what of her, huh?" Gladiolus pushes on, and if Emery had to guess she'd say he had that distinctive look on his face. The deeply meaning one that showed despite his looks he was a big softie beneath the bulky layers.
"Gladio now is really not the time for this." Ignis was barely hanging onto the conversation let alone his sanity as Emery guides him to the rushing thrill of his orgasm—delayed, yet not forgotten.
"Ugh, fine, but you really need to lighten up and loose that strict composure before she leaves your ass." Emery sighs grateful that the man finally gave up to keep the conversation afloat.
In retaliation to Gladio's words, she slides her hand up across Ignis' abdomen, expressing without words that she'd never do such a thing. She loved the man too much to be affected by how much his work steals him away from her.
With devoted determination, she released his cock from her mouth with a audible pop, kissing up the wet length. Her words hushed but meaningful deep. "I love you, Ignis, I'll never leave you... No matter what, I'm yours."
Ignis cups her cheek, stroking his thumb across her swollen lips. He knew this, out of everything, this was what he understood the most in his life. Her love. Selfless and true. Without further delay Emery re-captures his cock, slowly bobbing her head in time with his silent cries. Using all her gifts to pleasure.
Taking Ignis as deep as she could without strain, she swallows around the tip, licking the underside with light subtle glides of her tongue. He trembles, the strength of his fingers on her jaw giving her the very indication of how close he was.
Following initiative, Emery gives him a couple more strokes of her tongue, swirling the wet hot appendage around the tip, humming and listening to the undiluted ecstasy of his cries. Until finally, Ignis tenses, that voice that was low and strained with euphoria, breaks free and lets loose to the pure broken screams of his control.
In a flash of white, Ignis comes.
Emery whines immediately at the hot rush of cum coating her mouth and throat, the hazy musky essence of him wonderful and beautifully sexy. Gently she swirls her tongue around the spurting, leaking head, careful not to overstimulate him and cause discomfort.
Only when he begins to soften in her mouth does she pull away, swallowing every but of what he had to give her. Though the taste was by all means unpleasant at first she found herself enjoying it nonetheless, savoring the taste because it his.
"What was that?" Gladio suddenly asked, having not left like they originally though. Just the jump in his voice was enough to show that he was beginning to pick up on just what was transpiring behind the door. "Is she...?" Slowly the pieces must be coming into focus.
"Goodbye Gladio." Ignis deadpaned exhaustively, yet attractively.
There is a bleek pause before Gladiolus laughs deeply—understandably, raking his knuckles on the door's hard surface. "I must say this is...new. Way to go, Iggy, perhaps I'm wrong after all... By all means enjoy you two..."