#ikemen lancelot
One Dance
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley x Alice
Type: NSFW
Tags: biting, vampirism, rough sex, edging, marking, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration
WC:1548
One Year. If you had told me 1 year ago today that I would be writing publically and people would actually read them I would have called you crazy. What started out as a drunken dare turned into ine of my favorite hobbies. For my one year anniversary I decided to rewrite my first public peice and show how much Ive grown. If you are curious you can read the original post here(please note it is cringey and was my first peice back after a 7 year writing break). Thank you for all your support and Love. ❤❤
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One Dance
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley x Alice
Type: NSFW
Tags: biting, vampirism, rough sex, edging, marking, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration
WC:1548
One Year. If you had told me 1 year ago today that I would be writing publically and people would actually read them I would have called you crazy. What started out as a drunken dare turned into ine of my favorite hobbies. For my one year anniversary I decided to rewrite my first public peice and show how much Ive grown. If you are curious you can read the original post here(please note it is cringey and was my first peice back after a 7 year writing break). Thank you for all your support and Love. ❤❤
@thewitchofbooks,@queen-dahlia,@sarahann-1984,@rhodolitesroseforclavis,@kpop-and-otome,@ikesimp100,@mojamika,@psychoangelinmydreams,@aquagirl1978@devildomwritersposts,@gilbertvonobsidian,@kissmetwicekissmedeadly,@canaria-blackwell,@ikehoe,@citizensofcradle,@littlewitty,@tele86 - If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.
Purposely slipping your shawl off your shoulder under the King’s glare sends adrenaline running through you. You can feel him watching from across the ballroom, the weight of his gaze sends delighted shivers through your veins. You know he is watching your every move as you greet the Black Army officers and you pretend not to notice. Sensing him moving to you, you slip your shawl back in place and start to wander to another set of friends. The game of Cat and Mouse has begun.
“Alice, dance with me?“ Sirius appears in front of you with a warm smile, offering his hand.
"Alices first dance belongs to me” The possessive words flicker in your mind from the last time you were at a ball. Seeing your King nowhere to be found, you take Sirius’s hand with a grin and a curtsey. You are excited to dance in your new dress, the gaze still heavily following your every move.
“It would be my pleasure” You spin in the Queen’s arms, laughing as the dance comes to an end. Sensing his presence you turn away, a smirk gracing your face as you are whisked into dance after dance with the other officers. He never makes a move to stop you, but his gaze never leaves you and you feel frustrated. You wanted him to sweep you off your feet, to show everyone who you belonged to, but he never does. He lets you dance, just watching from the balcony of the venue, overlooking the event.
You end up stepping outside for air, the gaze finally leaving as you exit the venue. Wanting to feel the air on your skin, you let your shawl slip off your shoulders. The cool air soothes the heat on your skin. You let yourself get lost in the gardens, the night air and scent of flowers overwhelming your senses. Your eye fly open and a gasp falls from your lips when arms wrap around you, the face going straight for your neck
“There you are, Enjoying yourself?“ The husky voice sends pleasure spiraling to your core and you subconsciously tilt your head to grant him access to your neck.
"It’s been so nice to see everyone, though I am disappointed you never offered me a dance.” You sigh, intertwining your fingers through his around your waist and he sucks a harsh bite to your neck before responding.
“You were too busy dancing with every…other…officer…there” he growls, displeasure and jealousy drip from his words, a harsh mark being left between words. You can feel the marks blossoming on your skin. The cool night air helps soothe the marks, but it can’t quelch the pleasure rolling through your body.
“I wanted to dance and you weren’t asking me” You turn your face and finally catch his lips, a hot and passionate kiss searing your lips. You try to use the kiss as leverage to escape his grasp, but Lancelot thwarts your plan. Hands hold yours, as you are backed into a stone wall of the garden, the stone biting your exposed shoulders and his other hand hooks around your leg, pulling it up flush to his hip, taking the hint you hook your leg there.
“Keep your hands up there” he commands, letting your hands go, and you comply, resting them on your head, curious to see what the King does next.
“This dress-” He growls in your ear as his hands hastily pull it down to cup your breasts.
“I thought you- ahhh loved this dress” Your sentence dies as he tugs on your nipples, the pain laced-pleasure flooding your nerves.
“I told you this dress was to only be worn when I was with you” he growls, continuing his assault on your nipples, the leg holding you up trembling under the pleasure.
“You were with me, you just -ahh” pouting up at him your sentence is cut off by him roughly tilting your chin up to claim your mouth, pinching your nipple. Your leg buckles and Lancelot is quick to catch you, pinning you between him and the wall, the rough stones scraping your shoulders and back.
Voices cut across the garden, a couple of drunk officers making their way through the bushes. Lancelot growls, using his body and cape to help shield you from view. You timidly bring your hands down around his neck, holding them behind him as he dominates your mouth.
His hand brushes across your core, his mouth muffling your cries of his name.
“If only the Black Army could see you now, how weak I am making you feel.” He growls against your lips, his fingers tease your clit and you whisper his name. The coil in your stomach is pulling tighter and tighter, but before you can cum, his fingers still against your clit. You try to grind against him, but his hips pin yours to the wall, waiting until you calm down before his fingers start strumming your clit again, drawing you quickly to the edge.The voices fade and his lips trail down your neck, you can feel the deep marks bloom across your skin. Gasps fall from your lips uncontained, and a smug smirk graces the King’s face as he watches your face, twisting in frustration as he edges you over and over again.
“King Lancelot-” you whimper, wanting to cum already, you’ve lost track of time and how many times he’s edged you.
“Beg me Alice,” “He commands husky vace as you try to find the words you have a one track mind, every nerve you have is screaming
"Please King Lancelot, please let me cum” you feel the tears prick your eyes from overstimulation as you rock against his hand, searching for that last push.
“More”
“Please. my King, I’ll do anything you want. Please just let me cum” you beg, whimpering at the predatory gaze the King fixes you with.
“Anything?” A rare smirk on his lips, as you nod helplessly under him. Every nerve is screaming for release, and you feel like putty under his gaze.
“As you wish” he growls, his fingers slipping past your entrance with a renewed vigor, stretching you out as he finally lets you come. Your head hits the wall, as the pleasure floods your body, dulling the pain for you.
“Who owns your heart?” The question is growled as he pushes you through your orgasm and you repeat his name over and over. The only thing on your brain as he continues stretching you through your orgasm and straight into a second one, making sure you’re ready for his length. You faintly hear the unbuckling of his belt before you are carried over to a bench, and he has you kneel on it, your bare ass in the air. You shiver as the cool night air hits you, yelping when his hand collides with your ass, feeling his length tease your slit.
“What would the officers think? Their dear Alice taking my cock like this, like the needy slut you are.” He growls, not waiting for an answer before sheathing his length, your body clenching deliciously around him. Setting an almost beastly pace, his arm holds you against his chest, burying his face in your neck.
“You are perfect, so perfect and all mine” he growls, wach word being accented by a deep thrust. Pushing you further into the bench to get a deeper angle. Your head rests on your arms as you feel another orgasm building deep in your core.
“Lance-” you try to warn him, but he can feel the way you are clenching around him.
“Cum for me” he commands, his fangs sinking into your neck, triggering more waves of pleasure. Your eyes roll and your vision goes black as you squeeze him, his own orgasm follows yours as he presses into you to spill his seed.
“Such a good girl, Alice” he murmurs, resting still inside you. He kisses your bite, helping it heal before pulling out and tucking himself back in his pants. He helps you look decent, sitting with you while you calm down enough. To passerbys you are just a couple sitting under the moonlight. His hands caress your thighs, using a hint of magic to ease some of the pain. You snuggle up to him, admiring his profile in the moonlight.
“Do you want to go dance?” He finally asks, helping you stand up. You give him a smile and a shy nod, your legs slowly getting used to walking again. He takes you up to one of the balconies of the venue, where the music’s still playing and offers you his arm.
Sweeping you up in his arms, you notice the flicker of magic as he holds you close. Your feet leave the ground and he dances with you, not putting any pressure on your body and you can’t help giggling. His crimson eyes gaze lovingly at you, continuing to ease some of the pain from your legs. By the time the dance ends, you are able to stand by his side normally.
“Come, we should say our goodbyes.” Lance offers you his arm and you nod, tilting your head at his smirk.
“Now if you show your shoulders, everyone will know who you belong to.”
