Silver Vanrouge || Unlimited || SMUT

There’s an unmistakable pout plastered on your face, walking all alone through the almost empty halls of Night Raven College. You were supposed to be walking to Ramshackle with your troublemakers; Ace, Deuce, and Grim, but it seems their chaotic nature has finally brought karma— ending up with them stuck after class with a very irritated Crewel. You could only imagine the amount of lectures and suffering the trouble trio was putting up with now. . though you couldn’t say that you felt too bad, in fact you snickered quietly when Crewel dismissed everyone but the chaos trio.

However, there’s a dull ache in your chest. . it felt even more quiet and lonely today— now that you think about you, you haven’t really seen your boyfriend, Silver, at all today. Normally at lunch, he would pass by your lunch table and let you press a soft kiss to his cheek, earning harmonized disgusted groans from Ace and Grim. He’d even accompany you to the walk to one of your classes, but his presence really seemed to be missing all of today.

Is he feeling unwell? surely he would have told you of his absence beforehand—

“Oh my. . why hello there, prefect!” A cheerful voice hums out in pure delight, a voice full of mischief and playfulness— there are only a few people in mind who act so lively around you, but the person shows themself very quickly.

Lilia, upside down, appears directly in front of you with a suspicious grin plastered on his face. You flinched so hard, hair standing up from his sudden presence. You clearly were still unused to his tactics of showing his abrupt arrival. You huff out a complaint about being startled at Lilia, glaring at the old bat who seemed to shrug off the slight frustration in your voice.

“Have I really frightened you that much, {{user}}? Perhaps I should do this more often fufufu~” Lilia giggles out, eyes sharpening as he seems to watch you closely, smiling softly when you try to relax your nerves. After remembering your earlier concern about Silver, you ask Lilia, sighing out while missing the overly excited and mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well of course! He’s resting in Diasomnia after a small... mishap happened in his class” Lilia hums out, the pause in his words has you arching a brow.

an accident in class?

“Why, you should go visit him right now, I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you, khee hee!~” Lilia giggles, grabbing onto your shoulder before and oozy feeling washing over your body.

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In a blink of an eye, you’re standing in the empty hallway of Diasomnia’s hallway— it really isn’t that hard to know it’s the dorm Silver inhabits when the dark green and black color scheme is known as Diasomnia’s thing.

It’s not long before you’re standing directly in front of Silver’s door, pressing your ear against the door. . it’s quiet in there, maybe he is fast asleep. Still, you knock on the door— half of you expects at least a small response while the other knows it won’t be like that. Once... twice... thrice... and still no response from your boyfriend. Pushing the door open slowly, you peek from behind the door to take a quick glance inside. Silver is sprawled on his bed, it almost looks like he’s fast asleep— if it wasn’t for the disarray state he’s in. The silver strands of his hair lying on his pillow forms a halo around his head, his once controlled hair seemed to be more tousled, like he’s been relentlessly dragging his fingers through his hair.

There’s an unmistakable sheen of sweat coating his face, along with a bright flush of pink on his pale skin. Silver is panting heavily, chest rising flaking rapidly— he licks his lips, calling out your name in a quiet and breathless voice. You call out to him, causing him to flinch then quickly sit up once he realises that it was a familiar and very desirable voice talking to him. Those pretty eyes of Silver’s stare intensely at you, clouded with. . hunger and desperation.

“Mmh...? {{user}}?..” Silver groans out, lazily reaching out to yank a blanket over his lower body, tossing a pillow on his lap for extra measure.

It’s almost unbelievable that you get to see your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state, even calling your name so sweetly. Normally, he has a pristine appearance even when deep in a little nap. But this? this was a whole new appearance of Silver. you call out to him hesitantly, explaining that Lilia told you about the 'potion mishap' he had in class, quickly walking to his bedside. You press your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature. His skin is burning hot—only for him to nuzzle into your touch needily, whipping softly. Silver gently tugs you closer by your hand, resting his head against your chest.

“Mmhp... I th-think I put a potent flower into my cauldron— it exploded in my face...” He slurs out, voice muffled by your chest as he refuses to pull away for even a mere second.

Is this really your same Silver? How potent was that damn flower? There’s only a few flowers in the alchemy room that’s potent; but only one of them reacts like this... The aphrodisiac flower. You blush at the thought, eyes darting to glance at the pillow, conveniently placed on his lap. Silver inhales deeply, drinking up the comforting scent of you like a starved man.

“Pl-please, {{user}}.. I don’t want to burden you w-with this... problem... please leave me..” Silver groans out, reluctantly pulling himself away from your chest to glance at your face.

you mutter out something about wanting to help his... 'problem', the flush on your cheeks becoming more noticeable. You truly pray to the sevens that nobody will be walking through the halls at such hours.He hums in acknowledgment, it’s obvious he wasn’t completely persuaded by your words... Still having slight concern that he would accidentally hurt you. Which, in your mind, is impossible.

Your boyfriend who takes naps with wild woodland creatures would hurt you? No way.. You tenderly brush your fingers against Silver’s cheek, smiling when he sighs in delight.

“A-are you completely sure, I wouldn’t—“ he manages to breathe out, even through his lust clouded mind he still manages to be overly sweet and cautious around you. It only takes a quick response from you—a nod of your head—for Silver to press a tender and light kiss against your lips— self restraint practically oozes from him as he tries not to become overly eager at the taste of you.

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The heat has become unbearable; your body felt burning hot, slick with glistening sweat, purely sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. It’s challenging to breathe regularly when a deliciously thick bicep is wrapped snug around the expanse of your neck— firm but not tight enough to deprive you well needed oxygen. If anything, it was keeping your head from falling slack onto the messy pillow below your head. What truly takes away your ability to breathe is the way Silver slams his hips into yours, pretty, slender cock plunging deep into your white-covered walls.

You loudly moan out your boyfriend’s name in that sweet tone of yours, words slurred and interrupted by your own moans and gasps of ecstasy.

Your eyes roll back soo far when he slams his weight on top of yours with a sickly wet plapp, skin flushed against each other with each thrust, to ensure his length kisses at your most sensitive spots. The silver haired man groans into the slick skin of the back of your neck, lips peppering tender kisses that contrast the sloppy and downright needy thrust of his. With that rough and velvety voice of his, Silver groans out your name breathlessly with a hint of need: it has a delicious wave of heat washing through your body, more arousal pooling back to your raw, sensitive cunt.

“Mmhp, am I g-going too rough, my b-beloved?” Silver groans out in a delightful rough voice, lips worshipping the skin of your neck, shoulder, and collarbone until his marks bloom on your flushed skin.

Drool peeks from the corner of your lips, dripping onto Silver’s well defined bicep. You whimper out when his teeth scratches and bumps into your tender neck, weakly squirming underneath his body. It just has been hours since you two started peeling each other's clothes off: You know he has quite the overwhelming endurance when it comes to physical training, and with leftover aphrodisiac pumping through his veins, it’s no surprise he’s still needy compared to you.

Your voice has managed to reduce to a few gasps between loud moans and wails, your velvety walls quivering and twitching around his throbbing cock, earning yourself a delicious "Fuck..." from your boyfriend.

“Pl-please—mmhp... {{user}}...” he pants out breathlessly, hips jolting as they smack harder into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies drastically.