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fic: Savor
Title: Savor
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2004
Author's note: Kink meme prompt (NSFW)
It'd been a long time since she'd felt this kind of butterflies in her chest lightness. She'd been busy with trying to pass her exams, and pretty miserable for a few years there. The four-poster bed had a design of blue constellations on top, with matching bedspread. She could only think this must be a gift from a queen, the former or the new one, because Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would never choose anything as luxurious as this room on his own.
She sat on the bed, full of new wonder and nervousness, as he d
"May I please undo your shoes?" he said.
"Mmm, please," she said. She wasn't used to this level of politeness, but hey, maybe it was a Khura'inese thing. It was kind of hard to ask around and see hey, are guys super polite while having sex? just to find out if it was cultural, or a Prosecutor Sahdmadhi thing.
He pushed her flats underneath the bed with expert care.
"May I please take off your lab coat?"
Ema smiled. "Sure, unless you got a kink for leaving it on. Actually, you should probably wait for a clean one for that. This one probably has blood spatter on it."
He took her lab coat, and laid it over the ornate chair just beside the bed.
She laid back on the soft, downy covers. She felt another little flutter in her chest as he climbed on beside her. His long braid tickled her arms.
"May I please unbutton your shirt?"
He undid each one agonizingly slow. His breath was warm against her skin, but he wouldn't even lean in to kiss without asking for permission.
"May I please undo your bra?"
"Mmm-hmm!"
He undid the front clasp. His fingers gently traced across her skin as he pulled her cute white lacy bra off. Her nipples grew hard at his attentions. He'd barely even touched her, and already he'd made her this aroused.
"May I please tie your wrists? I wouldn't want them to get in the way."
Now this was definitely taking a different turn. Then again, she couldn't say she hadn't seen him bind people with his prayer beads and thought hot damn, I call dibs on the next turn. Punish me next, Prosecutor Sadhmadhi! I can bluff, too! before.
"Go for it," Ema said.
It wasn't beads, but a long, thin strip of cloth made from silk. With the utmost care, he tied a graceful bow. She rested her arms above her head, just to keep them out of the way, and maybe convince him to pay some attention to her breasts. Her nipples tingled, desperate for contact.
"May I please please kiss your shoulder?"
Not the move she expected next from him, but she nodded. He feathered gentle kisses across her shoulders.
"May I please kiss your collar bone?"
"Uh, sure," Ema said.
He pulled back, and glanced to her, as if discerning for even a hint of her wanting to stop. Oh no, he might call this all off if he thinks I'm even slightly not into something. She'd been waiting so long for this, the last thing she wanted was him to stop now.
"Yes, do it, yes," Ema said more desperately.
And so he continued, agonizingly slow. She should've guessed that sleeping with a monk wouldn't go smoothly. She was completely wet, desperate, and her pants were still on. Now, if she'd had her hands free, the first thing she would've done is show her how much yes she had inside her, by ripping off her clothes, tossing them off, and grinding against him until he couldn't even speak. Then she would ride him, until he had a memory--and night--he'd never forget.
It was a shame that her Snackoos were out of reach, because damn if she didn't need chocolate right now.
"May I--"
"Yes!"
His lips were so gentle and perfect over her breasts. Oh god, finally. She ground against him, desperate for more connection, but he set the pace. With her hands in bounds, she couldn't drag him down to get the kisses she so craved. He sucked and kissed her breasts thoroughly, until she was so wet, her panties were soaked through.
She let out a moan when he pulled up to speak again.
"May I undo your pants?"
"It'd be kind of hard to fuck me with them on," she said dryly.
He waited for her response, his hands lingered just above the button and clasp.
"Yes! Undo all of them." She'd have to be careful with her sass; he'd stop at even the slightest pause.
He slowly rolled them down. He was going at a glacial pace, and she had never been more sexually frustrated, or turned on.
"May I remove your underwear?"
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "Will you just fuck me already? What? Do I need to sign a contract? Because I will totally sign a 'fuck you' contract." Or more precisely, a fuck her contract. "Trust me, unless you pull out something really freaky, I'm probably down with it."
He smiled. "It's like your chocolate."
"My chocolate?"
His green eyes had never looked quite so intense before. He rested his hand on her thigh. His fingertips just gently stroked her sensitive inner thighs. She couldn't help but whimper at the touch. "For me, I make a single piece last for hours. Savoring the taste on my tongue. I want to savor you. Every time you say 'yes' it's such a thrill. I want to hear it again and again."
"Kiss a little higher and you'll hear plenty of yeses," Ema said.
"Oh, I will," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. He smiled smugly, in a way which was both infuriating and also got her wet, sometimes even in the middle of the court.
"May I please go further?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"Please do," she said.
He bent down, and slowly licked a warm path all the way up her inner thigh. He paused a moment, and before he asked, she burst out Yes, yes, just fuck me, please!
He slowly licked up her slit, gentle her inner labia. Her knees trembled as his lower lip brushed her clit. It felt like she'd been waiting for hours, teased by slow kisses, and slow demands for complete consent. At this rate, if her hands were free, she'd just sharpie Please fuck every part of me across her breasts.
"Yes....Yes...Oh god, please more...."
He didn't pull back. He didn't stop to make sure she was okay with this. She realized then that if she kept up being loud, he wouldn't stop to ask.
Fine, she could be loud. She'd be so loud, she'd rival Apollo. Take that!
He sucked on her clit, and it left her starry eyed, full of such a shock of pleasure that her hips lifted in reverberation. He kept the pressure of his tongue there, as she rode out one hell of a wave of pleasure.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi pushed himself up, and simply watched her for a few moments, as she laid back in ecstasy. It was only a few minutes later that he spoke again.
"May I please disrobe?"
"God, yes," Ema said.
She was rewarded with a great view as he began to undo his clothing. Off came the jewelry, the brocade vestments. He wasn't bulky by any means. Instead, he was slim and lithe, probably from all those bendy stretches she'd seen him do.
"Prosecutor Sahdmadhi--please, just do whatever you want to me. I'll sign a contract so you know I'm really into it."
He would be the kind of guy who was turned on by paperwork.
"Anything?" he murmured, low and soft near her ear.
"Anything," she said.
"Consider it a verbal contract for now. But by next time, there'll be a real one. And I expect you to read every. Last. Word."
God, only Prosecutor Sahdmadhi could make pouring over a contract sound like the hottest thing imaginable.
"Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."
He flipped her over, and pushed a pillow under her stomach. With that slight bolstering, he could reach between her legs and rub against her clit. Unlike the original slow pace, he rubbed her quickly, as if he'd reached the last of his self control. She was all for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi losing his composure. Ema could feel him hard against her ass. She ground against him. "Fuck me already,"
"Not yet," he said. He bent down close to whisper. "Ladies first."
He increased his pace, rubbing across her throbbing clit. So soon after her last orgasm, she was even more sensitive than usual. It wasn't until she felt a feverish spike of pleasure, and cried out, that he pushed into her.
She hadn't even finished coming, and already he was pushing her into more ecstasy. Her mind was full of nothing but him, the heat of his skin, the weight of him on top of her. His girth filled her up wonderfully. Each thrust was perfect, so deep and wonderful inside her. She couldn't help but cry out as he repeatedly proved, quite scientifically, she might add, that the g-spot did exist.
God, she loved Science.
One orgasm seamlessly blended into another, until the pleasure was unending, and like nothing she'd ever felt before. When he pulled out, she whimpered in protest, but he flipped her over, and pulled out the pillow. He slowly eased back into her, and cupped her face. Her whimpers of yes, more were lost against his lips.
"I can't hold on much longer," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. He kissed her again. "I want to come with you."
He kissed her with more adoration that she'd ever felt before. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust into her, over and over, until she felt another rise of orgasm. The rush of heat, both beneath her skin, and inside her was incredible, even sublime. She let out a soft sigh as he rolled off, careful not to put too much weight on her. But as laid back in one of the most powerful climaxes she ever had, he stayed close.
Ema was completely shaken, and left practically speechless. She'd never been kissed like this, never been fucked like this. Treated like a queen, spoiled with enough orgasms to leave her exhausted. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was right. Like hell she'd ever admit it, but he had a good idea about savoring things. The build up had only made every orgasm more intense.
He slowly undid the ties at her wrists. She moaned a yes before he could ask. He kissed her wrist at each pulse point.
"You aren't going to ask permission to cuddle, are you? Because that would be weird," Ema said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi smiled. "You have no idea the amount of things I plan to ask your permission for."
God, even the way he said it made her aroused.
"If they involve the beads, the answer is yes," Ema said.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2004
Author's note: Kink meme prompt (NSFW)
It'd been a long time since she'd felt this kind of butterflies in her chest lightness. She'd been busy with trying to pass her exams, and pretty miserable for a few years there. The four-poster bed had a design of blue constellations on top, with matching bedspread. She could only think this must be a gift from a queen, the former or the new one, because Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would never choose anything as luxurious as this room on his own.
She sat on the bed, full of new wonder and nervousness, as he d
"May I please undo your shoes?" he said.
"Mmm, please," she said. She wasn't used to this level of politeness, but hey, maybe it was a Khura'inese thing. It was kind of hard to ask around and see hey, are guys super polite while having sex? just to find out if it was cultural, or a Prosecutor Sahdmadhi thing.
He pushed her flats underneath the bed with expert care.
"May I please take off your lab coat?"
Ema smiled. "Sure, unless you got a kink for leaving it on. Actually, you should probably wait for a clean one for that. This one probably has blood spatter on it."
He took her lab coat, and laid it over the ornate chair just beside the bed.
She laid back on the soft, downy covers. She felt another little flutter in her chest as he climbed on beside her. His long braid tickled her arms.
"May I please unbutton your shirt?"
He undid each one agonizingly slow. His breath was warm against her skin, but he wouldn't even lean in to kiss without asking for permission.
"May I please undo your bra?"
"Mmm-hmm!"
He undid the front clasp. His fingers gently traced across her skin as he pulled her cute white lacy bra off. Her nipples grew hard at his attentions. He'd barely even touched her, and already he'd made her this aroused.
"May I please tie your wrists? I wouldn't want them to get in the way."
Now this was definitely taking a different turn. Then again, she couldn't say she hadn't seen him bind people with his prayer beads and thought hot damn, I call dibs on the next turn. Punish me next, Prosecutor Sadhmadhi! I can bluff, too! before.
"Go for it," Ema said.
It wasn't beads, but a long, thin strip of cloth made from silk. With the utmost care, he tied a graceful bow. She rested her arms above her head, just to keep them out of the way, and maybe convince him to pay some attention to her breasts. Her nipples tingled, desperate for contact.
"May I please please kiss your shoulder?"
Not the move she expected next from him, but she nodded. He feathered gentle kisses across her shoulders.
"May I please kiss your collar bone?"
"Uh, sure," Ema said.
He pulled back, and glanced to her, as if discerning for even a hint of her wanting to stop. Oh no, he might call this all off if he thinks I'm even slightly not into something. She'd been waiting so long for this, the last thing she wanted was him to stop now.
"Yes, do it, yes," Ema said more desperately.
And so he continued, agonizingly slow. She should've guessed that sleeping with a monk wouldn't go smoothly. She was completely wet, desperate, and her pants were still on. Now, if she'd had her hands free, the first thing she would've done is show her how much yes she had inside her, by ripping off her clothes, tossing them off, and grinding against him until he couldn't even speak. Then she would ride him, until he had a memory--and night--he'd never forget.
It was a shame that her Snackoos were out of reach, because damn if she didn't need chocolate right now.
"May I--"
"Yes!"
His lips were so gentle and perfect over her breasts. Oh god, finally. She ground against him, desperate for more connection, but he set the pace. With her hands in bounds, she couldn't drag him down to get the kisses she so craved. He sucked and kissed her breasts thoroughly, until she was so wet, her panties were soaked through.
She let out a moan when he pulled up to speak again.
"May I undo your pants?"
"It'd be kind of hard to fuck me with them on," she said dryly.
He waited for her response, his hands lingered just above the button and clasp.
"Yes! Undo all of them." She'd have to be careful with her sass; he'd stop at even the slightest pause.
He slowly rolled them down. He was going at a glacial pace, and she had never been more sexually frustrated, or turned on.
"May I remove your underwear?"
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "Will you just fuck me already? What? Do I need to sign a contract? Because I will totally sign a 'fuck you' contract." Or more precisely, a fuck her contract. "Trust me, unless you pull out something really freaky, I'm probably down with it."
He smiled. "It's like your chocolate."
"My chocolate?"
His green eyes had never looked quite so intense before. He rested his hand on her thigh. His fingertips just gently stroked her sensitive inner thighs. She couldn't help but whimper at the touch. "For me, I make a single piece last for hours. Savoring the taste on my tongue. I want to savor you. Every time you say 'yes' it's such a thrill. I want to hear it again and again."
"Kiss a little higher and you'll hear plenty of yeses," Ema said.
"Oh, I will," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. He smiled smugly, in a way which was both infuriating and also got her wet, sometimes even in the middle of the court.
"May I please go further?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
"Please do," she said.
He bent down, and slowly licked a warm path all the way up her inner thigh. He paused a moment, and before he asked, she burst out Yes, yes, just fuck me, please!
He slowly licked up her slit, gentle her inner labia. Her knees trembled as his lower lip brushed her clit. It felt like she'd been waiting for hours, teased by slow kisses, and slow demands for complete consent. At this rate, if her hands were free, she'd just sharpie Please fuck every part of me across her breasts.
"Yes....Yes...Oh god, please more...."
He didn't pull back. He didn't stop to make sure she was okay with this. She realized then that if she kept up being loud, he wouldn't stop to ask.
Fine, she could be loud. She'd be so loud, she'd rival Apollo. Take that!
He sucked on her clit, and it left her starry eyed, full of such a shock of pleasure that her hips lifted in reverberation. He kept the pressure of his tongue there, as she rode out one hell of a wave of pleasure.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi pushed himself up, and simply watched her for a few moments, as she laid back in ecstasy. It was only a few minutes later that he spoke again.
"May I please disrobe?"
"God, yes," Ema said.
She was rewarded with a great view as he began to undo his clothing. Off came the jewelry, the brocade vestments. He wasn't bulky by any means. Instead, he was slim and lithe, probably from all those bendy stretches she'd seen him do.
"Prosecutor Sahdmadhi--please, just do whatever you want to me. I'll sign a contract so you know I'm really into it."
He would be the kind of guy who was turned on by paperwork.
"Anything?" he murmured, low and soft near her ear.
"Anything," she said.
"Consider it a verbal contract for now. But by next time, there'll be a real one. And I expect you to read every. Last. Word."
God, only Prosecutor Sahdmadhi could make pouring over a contract sound like the hottest thing imaginable.
"Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."
He flipped her over, and pushed a pillow under her stomach. With that slight bolstering, he could reach between her legs and rub against her clit. Unlike the original slow pace, he rubbed her quickly, as if he'd reached the last of his self control. She was all for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi losing his composure. Ema could feel him hard against her ass. She ground against him. "Fuck me already,"
"Not yet," he said. He bent down close to whisper. "Ladies first."
He increased his pace, rubbing across her throbbing clit. So soon after her last orgasm, she was even more sensitive than usual. It wasn't until she felt a feverish spike of pleasure, and cried out, that he pushed into her.
She hadn't even finished coming, and already he was pushing her into more ecstasy. Her mind was full of nothing but him, the heat of his skin, the weight of him on top of her. His girth filled her up wonderfully. Each thrust was perfect, so deep and wonderful inside her. She couldn't help but cry out as he repeatedly proved, quite scientifically, she might add, that the g-spot did exist.
God, she loved Science.
One orgasm seamlessly blended into another, until the pleasure was unending, and like nothing she'd ever felt before. When he pulled out, she whimpered in protest, but he flipped her over, and pulled out the pillow. He slowly eased back into her, and cupped her face. Her whimpers of yes, more were lost against his lips.
"I can't hold on much longer," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. He kissed her again. "I want to come with you."
He kissed her with more adoration that she'd ever felt before. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust into her, over and over, until she felt another rise of orgasm. The rush of heat, both beneath her skin, and inside her was incredible, even sublime. She let out a soft sigh as he rolled off, careful not to put too much weight on her. But as laid back in one of the most powerful climaxes she ever had, he stayed close.
Ema was completely shaken, and left practically speechless. She'd never been kissed like this, never been fucked like this. Treated like a queen, spoiled with enough orgasms to leave her exhausted. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was right. Like hell she'd ever admit it, but he had a good idea about savoring things. The build up had only made every orgasm more intense.
He slowly undid the ties at her wrists. She moaned a yes before he could ask. He kissed her wrist at each pulse point.
"You aren't going to ask permission to cuddle, are you? Because that would be weird," Ema said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi smiled. "You have no idea the amount of things I plan to ask your permission for."
God, even the way he said it made her aroused.
"If they involve the beads, the answer is yes," Ema said.