Alright, this is the only chapter where the rating changes to be explicit. Because it's a smut chapter meant for those spicey booktok brain-rot girlies (aka me.) Although you have yourself a nice dose of angst mixed in.
This chapter continues straight from the last as if they are connected, because they kind of are. This is my first attempt to write anything of this sort, so hopefully it turned out alright and everything is legible.

Trigger warning: Self harming tendencies are briefly touched upon.

She didn't give him a chance to respond as she climbed over his hunched position and place her hands on his shoulders. She pushed him backwards, forcing his body to open up and accept her own. It was her turn to steal a kiss from him. No more waiting. Gravity and inexperience caused the kiss to be far rougher then she had intended it to be. However, Gunther did not seem to mind if the groan he released was any indicator. She wrapped her fingers through his long black hair. She could play with his hair as much as she wanted now. Meanwhile, it took him a moment to figure out what to do with his own hands. He eventually settled them on her thighs. Once she broke the kiss for air she sat up straight to look down on him. He was panting, his hair was a mess, and he had the goofiest grin across his face, "I'm always right."
Jane scoffed at the repeated phrase, "if you're always right, then I'm the quEEN-"
Gunther had found his confidence and interrupted her sarcastic remark by pushing himself up into a seated position and wrapping one hand in her hair and the other around her waist. Jane instinctively wrapped her own arms around his shoulders to keep herself from falling backyards from the movement. He held her so tightly, their bodies were flushed together and she could feel his heart beat against her own. His breath was hot on her neck as he breathed her in scent. After a moment of hesitation, he begun to reenact their scandal from a few nights ago by kissing along her ear and neck. As before, it tickled her slightly. She giggled but did her best not to snort. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful, but the embarrassing sound only got a quick laugh out of him before he started to use teeth. This made Jane release an even more embarrassing moan as she clawed at his back and hair. Her happy paradise came to a screeching halt when she felt "it" growing hard against her rear. She grew stiff and immediately extended her arms to create space between them. The sudden force caused him to fall back onto the bed with only his elbows to prop him up. Confusion was as clear on his face as she assumed panic was on hers. "What the hell?" he sounded annoyed.
"Sorry! Sorry... it was... um...," she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She didn't know how to phrase her discomfort to him. This was all normal, right? She could still feel it behind her, although it was growing softer by the minute.
"We should stop," Gunther started to try and pull himself out from under her but the thought of ruining what she was otherwise enjoying upset her.
"Wait!" She shoved him back down onto the bed by his shoulders.
"Ow! Jane!"
"S-sorry," she changed her position to hold him down by the wrist instead of putting so much weight on his shoulders. For a moment, all she did was stare at him and he stared back. His face went from confusion to annoyance quickly. She was beginning to panic for she genuinely didn't know how to fix the situation. It didn't help that she had also become aware of an odd texture present on Gunther's wrist. It didn't take long for Jane to piece together that they were scares unrelated to sparring. He must have seen the look of concern wash over her face because he begun to fight against her restraint.
"Let me up! This is why I didn't want to do this!" He demanded and she obliged by releasing his hands. However, as he made to get up, she wrapped her arms around him with all her might. Which caused him to, once again, lay against the bed.
"Jane! Let go you annoying magot!" He fought against her hug half-heartedly but she held firm. Once his struggling ceased, she got into a more comfortable position to just hold him. They remained that way for a while before Jane decided it was the right time to speak, "I'm here for you, Gunther. We work together and support each other. Just as Sir Theodor said."
Gunther wiped a few stray tears from his eyes before responding, "only you would bring up Sir Theodor at a time like this."
She felt relieved that he had calmed down enough to make a joke. She propped herself up on her hand to look at his face again. There was a softness she had never seen before in his features. Gunther was known for always trying to look and act perfect all the time. She theorized that wasn't the real him and now she had proof. His messy hair, his wet eye lashes, his scared skin... he was human. Just like her. And she loved him. She loved Gunther Breech. She smiled despite herself and Gunther returned her smile, as if her thoughts were also his. Saying the words "I love you" out loud didn't feel right to her in this moment. However, she knew another way she could convey the message.
She reached her arm across his body to grab his hand as she climbed back on top of him. He had a look of mixed emotions on his face, but there was an underlying cockiness to it that drove her wild. She cautiously straddled herself over his manhood, which had already started to perk back up. She took both his hands in hers and held them down as she slowly began to grind into him. His reaction was immediate as he groaned and arched his hips to meet her slick heat. She was shocked just how wet she was already as she easily glided up and down the length of his erection. The motion was intoxicating and felt heavenly. She probably would have been satisfied to remain that way, but she could feel Gunther's impatience growing with every buck of his hips. A mischievous spell fell over her as she moved her hands from his and yet again pinned his wrists. With every arch and groan Gunther made, she rocked just far enough away so that his penis barely brushed her opening. She loved his pained expression and his faint whimpering at her denial.
"F-fuck you," he breathed.
"If you insist," she teased. She finally released his arms and he took the opportunity to aggressively grab her thighs, slamming them down. Gunther begun to grind again before Jane interrupted him with a kiss. "I-I'm ready... to consummate the marriage," she told him in-between kisses.
"It's about time," he teased gently.
They continued their drawn out, sloppy kisses as Gunther made a few attempts to enter her. It didn't take long for him to grow impatient, "damnit, Jane. Where are you?"
Jane, who had also grown frustrated by their awkwardness, reached down her hand and took hold of his shaft and angled it toward her opening.
"What are you- aHA," he gasped when she grabbed him.
She settled the head of his cock at the entrance of her warm, wet, opening and slowly started to lower herself. The pain was immediate as the movement was met with resistance from her own body. She didn't understand how she could be so lubricated yet her body still seemed closed off to him. Gunther seemed to sense the change in her demeaner. The grip he had on her thighs loosened as he gently begun to run his hands along them. Jane continued to attempt to relax her body as she focused on her breathing. Meanwhile, Gunther's hands had begun to wander and his breath hitched in his throat every time she was able to make progress. His hands made their way to her small breasts. He seemed to enjoy playing with them before slowly trailing further downward to where their body's met. He surprised her when he slipped a finger amongst her folds. After a moment searching, Jane's gasp signaled to him he had found what he was looking for. The pleasant friction Gunther was able to create against her pearl seemed to help open the walls inside her and allow the rest of him to enter.
They both gasped when this happened and froze in place. Gunther slowly withdrew his hand, his finger now covered in blood. "Are you alright?" he whispered.
"Just give me a minute," Jane breathed.
It was just as painful as Jane had feared, but with every passing moment, the pain begun to ebb away. With a final deep breath, she gently raised her hips and lowered them once again. Gunther wiped the blood off on the nearest blanket before returning his hands to her thighs. She rocked herself a few more times before feeling comfortable enough to let Gunther know he could move as well. She was thankful he had restrained himself long enough to allow her the time she needed to adjust. He raised his hips and planted his feet on the bed. The motion caused her to fall forward slightly, but she caught herself and placed her hands on either side of his head. Once settled, Gunther begun to pull in and out of her in tandem with the arch of his hips and the grip on her thighs. It grew aggressive quickly but Jane didn't care. She did her best to keep up but her mind was lost in a fog. She found herself incapable of stopping herself from moaning and whimpering pathetically in his ear. Which only fueled his hunger for her.
His nails dug into the skin of her thighs and the pace of his thrusts were growing erratic, "J-Jane- fuck, I'm... I think-"
She felt his member grow inside of her before releasing his seed. His moan sounded more like a screech as he slammed her hips down to fill her completely. Her core grew tight due to the passion of the act. Her walls pulsated as the overwhelming pressure that had built up inside of her hit a boiling point. She buried her face in his hair and squeaked out his name as the waves of orgasm rolled over her. Soon enough, her legs shuddered and gave out completely. Gunther's legs also slowly returned to a neutral laying position. They were both breathing heavily. Neither pulled away until their breath naturally calmed together.
They were a disgusting mess once they finally gathered the strength to pull apart from each other. The mixture of sweat, seed, and blood was an overwhelming sight to say the least. Luckily, it appeared Gunther had set aside a blanket just for the clean up. Which they promptly tossed to the ground once said clean up was finished. They were both quiet as they snuggled up under the remaining covers. Jane sat up to blow out the candle. As she buried herself once more, she finally gathered the courage to say it, "I love you, Gunther Breech."