Holy Beans He's A Wizard

Holy beans he's a wizard

La virgen...

I’m already missing HHN

Better with You

Genre: fluff and a bit of comfort, mutual pining

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: confessing your feelings to him with a kiss <3

Notes: reader is the prefect!

Riddle // make a wish.

The atmosphere inside Ramshackle, while often very lively, was quite calm on this late evening. Riddle sat at your side, chiding you in the middle of your joint study session for once again not having your uniform in order.

You’re trying exasperatedly to get him back on task when an eyelash resting just below his eye catches your attention. You wordlessly reach your hand out to his face, and the air turns tense the moment you make contact.

“What are you...?”

Forgetting the purpose of his rant, Riddle’s words die on his tongue and his gray eyes widen, reminiscent of the new moon just outside. He leans into your touch before he can help it.

“…hold still.”

His lips part, watching your look of concentration with uneasy anticipation. Your gentle touch, much to his dismay, is yet another part of you that captivates him. He'd consider giving up sweets forever if you'd stay like this, if you’d close the space and just…

But the moment ends in a second, as if the bubble that had come to surround you two in those moments burst like he feels his heart might. You swipe your finger under his eye and pull back with a successful smile, but Riddle doesn't mirror it. Noting this, your expression turns slightly distressed.

“Sorry, there was–I should have asked–” you attempt to explain, showing him your finger, but he cuts you off abruptly.

“I-I think we're done for today.”

His face is on fire, surely. Riddle curses both himself and the betraying waver in his voice for being so ridiculous. Why is he being so childish about this? Of course it was just an eyelash, did he really think you were going to kiss him?

Beet red, he turns away from you so fast it must give him whiplash.

The tension in his shoulders as he hastily packs up puts you on edge. So you reach for him, justly confused.

“Riddle? Hey-”

“What?” he snaps, tone far harsher than he wants it. He stops packing his things yet refuses to look at you, the zipper on his bag suddenly far more interesting.

Deciding against touching him, you take a second to reflect. Things were fine until you reached out to him, and even then, he didn't seem upset until you pulled away…

From there, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to connect things. 

You scoot closer, taking his face between your palms gently and turning him to face you. Riddle feels blinded by the sparkle of your kind eyes, hope welling in his chest as he turns to putty in your hold once more.

"Sorry,” you smile, returning to the collected attitude he’s always found enchanting. “Was this what you wanted?" 

And his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when your lips meet his. He melts as you thread fingers in his hair, the taste of the pastry he’d offered you earlier still on your tongue. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you toward him with urgency like he can’t get enough. And truly? He can’t. 

He was charmed from the very first time you smiled at him, and as the nights passed by and you cemented your place in Twisted Wonderland, you cemented your place in his heart as well. 

Although Riddle didn’t get to make a wish on his fallen eyelash, he still got what he wanted.

Leona // a moment of your time.

“Could you help me record something for class?” 

You came into the botanical gardens with only one mission: finally confess your feelings to Leona. So your plan? To fake an interview assignment, and kiss him by surprise.

Although some of your friends felt it would be a struggle to carry out, you thought it had a solid chance at success. Leona hardly goes to class and consequently doesn’t ever know what’s been assigned. So it’s unlikely he’ll be able to call bullshit on this ‘homework’ you made up.

Also critical to this plan is that Leona is incredibly weak to your wishes. That fact alone gives you hope that your feelings are requited, and fills you with enough bravery to follow through with this. And it checks out, for all you have to do is briefly mention the ‘assignment’ and he’s blinking up at you from where he lays, stretching tiredly.

“I'm kicking you out if it takes too long,” he sighs, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “What is this for?”

“I just need to ask you a few questions, your majesty. It’ll only take a minute.”

Leona rolls his eyes at the nickname and takes his time in standing, posture relaxing once he’s at your side. You walk to where you’d set up your device and pretend to hit record.

“Okay, ready?”

A hum is all you receive in response once you return to him. It does little to quell your nerves, but the hardest part–in theory at least–is over. All that’s left is to show him how you feel.

He’s not quite looking at you until you snake your arms around his neck.

You tug him down and press your lips to his before your nerves can kick in, the kiss so brief that he doesn’t react at all. Leona simply stares, totally thrown off by your boldness, his eyes looking to the camera in confusion. They return to you with a twitch of his ear, trying to understand what game you’re playing.

“It’s not actually recording,” you ease his worry through a laugh.

The tension that had him frozen leaves him through another roll of his eyes.

“Stupid.”

He growls, grabbing your waist forcefully and connecting your lips once more.

This kiss is anything but brief. Leona can be protective and a bit possessive, you know that, but you feel it all in this moment with his arms around you and his mouth on you. He kisses like he’s insatiable and you’re his favorite meal.

You're practically gasping once he lets you pull away. One of his hands moves to your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips as he revels in the evidence of how much he affects you. It seems he stole all your confidence through that kiss, with how shy you look now.

“…I like you.”

“Yes,” he laughs, “I gathered that.”

Azul // stress relief.

When Azul gets stressed, he likes to lock himself in Mostro Lounge's VIP room and turn everyone away.

This is common knowledge to students of Octavinelle, with Jade and Floyd being especially used to these moments of frustration. But now that you, the all-knowing and ever-caring Prefect, are in their lives? Well, the twins have trained themselves to track you down in record time so you can, in their words, “fix him.”

You don’t mind it since it's not very often that your assistance is even required. All you really do is talk with Azul anyway, and it was this quiet time together that allowed you to discovered that you like him as more than a friend.

Most times though, you part with Azul wishing he’d confide in you a bit more instead of bottling everything up. But his company is comforting to you nonetheless, and yours to him considering you make him lighten up so much that the twins have started teasing you for it.

However, those thoughts are pushed aside as you sit beside him on the couch of the VIP room yet again. Your knees are tucked under you so you can angle your body to him, and he sits with his limbs all stretched out. The lights are dimmed today and he addresses you very quietly, indications that he must have a headache. He’s more irritated today than you’re used to, and the last thing you want is him reaching a breaking point again. So with a bit of gentle coaxing, you get him to explain himself.

“The lounge and school,” he murmurs, “it can get a bit exhausting.”

You don't know if he wants words of comfort, but you figure you'll start there.

“Azul, you work really hard. We all see it and admire you for it. You should take a break when it’s too much, no one would hold it against you.”

His head falls back against the couch, eyes shut and breaths deep. “While I loathe the work at times, I’d just feel worse if I gave it up.” He laughs dryly after a moment. “I sound pathetic, don’t I?”

The absence of a response from you for several seconds pries his eyes open, his head falling in your direction.

Now, despite all his shifty behaviors, Azul tries at all costs to avoid shoving his problems onto you. He knows how selfless you can be, afterall, and he knows you’d rush to his aid should you ever think he needed it. It's why he never tells you things, because he wouldn’t be able to handle the look on your face if you found you couldn’t help him. But to his misfortune, that’s the exact expression he finds you wearing now.

Fumbling for what to do, he follows your eyes to the hand he has resting on the couch and moves it to your leg as if on autopilot. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

“You aren’t pathetic at all, Azul. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the person I like that way.”

Somehow you had shifted even closer to each other without noticing, but neither of you moves away as the silence lingers. You both lean in at the same time, eyes fluttering shut.

Azul lets you take things at your pace, sighing every so often against the warmth of your mouth. You take his hands and place them for him, and it’s laughable that he’s so happy to be completely at your mercy. You're patient with him as you kiss for what feels like minutes, his adoration for you only growing.

He hopes you’ll stay forever, here by his side. For time with you is his favorite way to break free of the unrelenting world outside that door.

Idia // a voice like honey.

Idia Shroud, for whatever reason unimaginable to you, doesn’t think he’s worth listening to. 

It took quite some time for him to start speaking to you off-tablet and in person, and even longer for him to do so comfortably. But even after all that progress, he never felt okay rambling in front of you. His insecurity is stubborn.

You’ve been sitting in Idia’s room for about an hour now, scrolling through your phone on his bed while he plays games. You hear him start grumbling to himself suddenly, and prompted by your inquisitive hum, he slides off his headset and swivels around.

Although he struggles to make eye contact, the way he starts waving his arms around dramatically while speaking captures your full attention.

“–and it’s just so unfair! I’ve been playing this game for like, what? Three years to get good?”

“Mhm.”

“And these losers use hacks to just annihilate the whole lobby!”

“How despicable!”

“Exactly!”

You’re grinning by the time he’s finished, looking entirely lovesick when he finally catches your eye. He freezes instantly, voice picking up several octaves as he squeaks, “w-why are you always staring at me like that!?”

“Like what?” You tilt your head.

“Ugh!” 

You can’t help but burst into laughter as he looks away and his hair ripens like a strawberry.

“I’m not really sure what you mean,” you restate, sitting up on the bed. “I just love listening to you.”

Idia has trouble believing you. He’s always thrown off by the idea of people liking—loving?—anything about him, after all. He averts his eyes again, likely considering what to do to get you out of his room before he embarrasses himself any more. But it seems the Great Seven don’t plan to let him off easy, because all of a sudden you’re striding up to him, crouching into his space and looking far more concerned for him than is necessary. 

You part his colorful hair, “you okay?” 

Idia swallows. To answer your question, no; you’re unfairly breathtaking from up close and he’s going kind of lightheaded, honestly. His eyes flicker to your lips for only a second, but it’s long enough for you to notice and for Idia to know he’s doomed for eternity. You tilt your head to the side and look at him curiously.

“Would a kiss make you feel better?”

He nods before he can process what he’s getting himself into. But you burst into laughter again, and that totally makes up for it.

Cradling his face in your hands tenderly, you allow him a moment to stop you if he wishes. He doesn’t.

It’s awkward at first, kissing him while he’s sitting and you’re crouching. Thankfully Idia’s played enough dating sims to sorta guess what he should do, so he guides you onto his lap and you find this new position is much better. He keeps you as steady as he can with how nervous he feels.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and that’s probably a good thing since neither of you were expecting this turn of events. Idia hides his face in your neck and hugs you tightly, expertly hiding how flushed he is.

The color of his hair, however… he can’t hide. But you’ll keep that a secret for now.

(Side note, from Ortho: be gentle with his brother. He noted several massive heart rate spikes from Idia today, and he’d be worried if he didn’t know of your plans with him.)

(Side side note, from Ortho: If you’d just consulted him to begin with, he’d have been quick to correct your misunderstanding. It was never really insecurity that silenced his big brother, just that you make Idia “feel weird mushy feelings” when you stare. He didn’t quite get it either, but that’s what Idia always says after you leave, anyway.)

Malleus // a lesson learned.

Malleus loves to ask you questions about your old world when you’re out on walks. It’s easy conversation; you’re always forthcoming with stories of home, and he loves hearing about how it functioned there without magic, something that he still finds baffling. It’s his way to learn about what made you the person you are.

Occasionally though, his questions stray from things like inventions and politics and wander to topics that catch you entirely off guard.

“How is affection displayed in your home world?”

“…affection?”

You blink a few times in quick succession. When you turn to confirm the question, he’s already watching you, nodding with a smile.

“Oh, well it’s really the same as it is here. Hugging, holding hands…” you trail off before continuing in a smaller voice. “And kissing, I guess.” He hums thoughtfully.

Speaking about this with Malleus, knowing the weight of your feelings for Malleus, has your heart pounding. Hugging and holding hands are things you’ve done with him before and still do, quite often at that. He must make this same connection as he doesn’t spare those a second thought, focusing instead on the last thing you listed.

“Kisses? Those on the cheek?”

The crunching of leaves underfoot fills the silence as you contemplate how to answer.

Kisses, even ones on the cheek, are territory you haven’t crossed into with Malleus seeing as your unlabeled relationship often leaves you hesitating when you consider it. (Also because Sebek would probably spontaneously combust if he happened to witness that, and that’s another problem you don’t need on your hands.)

So, while thinking of any way to change the conversation topic to avoid going into it, you agree absentmindedly.

“Mhm. And on the mouth, for lovers.”

Malleus stops you just as you realize your mistake.

“How fascinating. May I ask you to demonstrate?”

His dark eyes lock onto yours as if daring you to twist his words, and it dawns on you that this was exactly his plan. You know what it is he expects as he closes the short distance between you, taking your chin between gloved fingers.

There’s nothing left to do but kiss him.

Despite the fact that he claims to be inexperienced, Malleus knows exactly how to run his hands over your body until you’re so tingly you feel like you’re floating. His thumbs press into the skin just above your hips when he deepens the kiss, your legs nearly giving out as a result. The cold air can’t soothe the warmth you feel from him.

“I like these kisses,” he purrs when you finally part, chuckling fondly at your breathless state “Anything else you’d care to teach me?”

a/n: this took me forever to edit I am so sorry. But thank you guys so much for the support on my last work, I wasn’t expecting it and seriously appreciate it so so much!! <3 kisses

Idia x female reader

Where there eating pomegranates and he wonders if she’s sweater then pomegranates?

Fluff to nsfw

Can the reader be a virgin

Sub reader

Soulmate au

~Thank you for your request!

The Sweetest Taste

MINORS / BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Idia Shroud x fem!reader

Tw: lil angst at the beginning, virgin reader no mentions of hymen stuff, Idia is implied to be a virgin, afab reader, NSFW, idk what else

Wordcount: 2,700

Side Note: Sry this took so long! I wasn't quite sure which soulmate au you were talking about as the only one I rly know of is the red string of fate version so I'll be going with that sry. I hope this was ok! (; ^⁠ω⁠^)

~Idia Shroud~

Idia had given up a long time ago on finding his soulmate.

A red string wrapped around his finger. It led off somewhere far into the horizon and on the other end, awaiting him, was supposed to be the love of his life, his soulmate. However, growing up on the Island of Woe, a cold and depressing place where millions of souls are held and where those who to might have once had a red string wrapped around their own finger are now held, it was hard to imagine himself with a lover.

At least until now.

After so many years, he had finally found you or, well, you found him. That red string he's stared at for so long with so much wonder, hope, frustration, and sorrow. Seeing it wrapped around your finger still surprised him whenever he saw it.

It's a little crazy that his soulmate was from a whole other world and ended up getting isekai'd to his. But deep down he was so happy to have you as his. It seems the Fates were kind to him for once...

I mean, who would've thought Idia, the loser, introverted, gamer, otaku, would get a girlfriend? Certainly not Idia! Especially someone so pretty and kind as you were. You were so understanding of him and his social anxiety. You actually listened to what he was saying!

You respected his space and didn't push his boundaries, unlike certain loud extroverts...

Simply put, he was very thankful for you. He was thankful for your kindness, patience, and understanding. He knows he can be difficult to deal with at times and he honestly doesn't think he's that great of a boyfriend with how much time he spends looking at a screen than looking at you.

But you always seem to let him know that it's okay and that your not bothered by it. You love him and his awkward self! It's just one of the many reasons you've fallen in love with him after all. He's you're cute, weirdo, gamer boyfriend and you love everything about him~

He couldn't help the blush that would bloom across his face whenever you said such kind things like that to him. His hair glowing a soft pink to match. Though, in the moment, he could only stutter an awkward thank you in response. Later however, when you weren't in his room with him, he couldn't help but to remember your words, becoming giddy as his heart grew warm thinking about it.

You were so nice to him. He really didn't think he deserved someone so amazing as you.

.

.

It was during one of his many gaming sessions that you came inside his room with a surprise for him.

He had put his controller down deciding to take a quick snack break only to turn around and let out a high-pitched scream. He was so distracted by his game that he didn't hear you come in.

After an awkward moment where he apologized for screaming and you lightly laughed at him, you finally presented your gift to him.

A pomegranate...

.

Idia was quiet for a few moments. Listening to you talk about how you found it and how you wanted to eat some of it with him.

He couldn't help but wonder, did you know about the story surrounding the pomegranate? You probably didn't, considering you were from another world...

You definitely didn't know, right?

I mean, why would you? This was just a simple gift! Yeah, that's all.. heh...

Of course, Idia wouldn't deny your request to eat the pomegranate together. After all, he was a bit hungry.

Not wanting to awkwardly sit in silence while eating, you both struck up a conversation. You asked him about the game he was playing which led him into a very lengthy explanation of the game, it's lore, and the characters. After he realized how long he was talking for he apologized. You simply laughed it off calling him cute as you told him about your day and the shenanigans Grim had put you through.

He only pretended to listen as you spoke. It wasn't because he was disinterested in what you were saying! It was just that he couldn't stop thinking about why you wanted to eat a pomegranate with him..

He couldn't help but think about the story of Persephone and Hades. How with each seed eaten was a month that Persephone had to spend with Hades. In a weird way, he thought this was kinda like that. Only..

You both had almost eaten the entire thing...

It made him think about how many months that would be. How many months you'd have to spend with him. Willingly of course! He'd never force you to do anything.

But, it made him realize that he really would like to spend the rest of his life with you. And as he watched you put another seed into your mouth, it only confirmed his thoughts.

He was so entranced by the way your lips moved as you spoke and ate more and more of the pomegranate. Before he realized what he was doing he was leaning closer to you.

Every time he saw you put another seed into your mouth it felt like a silent promise to stay with him and the thought that you would like to spend the rest of your life with him made his chest grow warm.

As he subtly moved closer to you, the thought of your lips overwhelmed his thoughts and he couldn't help but to think of what your lips tasted like. Would they taste like the pomegranate you both have been eating or perhaps even sweeter?

Well, he didn't wait for the answer. As once you seemed to notice just how close he was to you, he finally leaned in and kissed you.

His lips gently pressed against yours and he got his answer.

You tasted much sweeter.

.

A new kind of warmth bloomed within him as he pulled away from you. But it was quickly drowned out as he suddenly realized what he had done. He became frightened of your possible reaction. Though you only smiled before trying to pull him back to kiss him again.

The warmth returned as kiss after kiss was shared between you two. It was a bit awkward as you both tried to figure out what you two liked.

Soon Idia became bolder. His hands trailed down your arms. Using his left hand, he lightly grabbed the hem of your shirt playing with the fabric.

He pulled away from your lips. If the warmth in his skin and the heat traveling to his pelvis were anything to go by, he knew he wanted to go further. But, he wasn't going to do anything you weren't okay with.

Growing nervous, he tried to form the words in his mouth, "Do you.. Uh- Do you want to?" He murmured as he continued to play with the hem of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers as he tried to calm himself down.

Thankfully, it seems you understood what he was trying to ask. You were quiet for a few moments as you thought about it. You then responded, "I would like to but.. I've never done this before."

You're.. Oh...

.

"That's okay! Um- here you just lay down and I'll do the rest okay?"

You paused for a moment before nodding laying back onto his bed.

Shit... Maybe he should have thought about this more. He'll need to remember every romance manga and hentai he's read! There must be something in there that can help him! He just needs to calm down and think.

Right, he can do this! He can do this!

Taking in a breath to calm himself down, he went back to what he was doing before. Running his hands across your body he leaned down to kiss you again.

He almost moaned at the feeling of your lips against his. He didn't think he'd miss them so quickly. After a few moments, he pulled away from the kiss gripping the hem of your shirt again. This time though, he started to drag your shirt upward. You shuffled around to help get the shirt off and....

Yeah, those mangas aren't gonna help him here. Seeing you topless was something he would only dream about, as shameful as it was to admit. Now that he's actually doing this though, it's much more nerve-wracking than he thought it would be.

He just needs to relax, to keep breathing and not let his anxiety get to him. So he continued. Growing a bit more bold he ran his hands up your torso ending just at the bottom of your bra and running back down to your stomach.

He reached the hem of your pants. Grabbing it before deciding to pull that off of you. With new skin revealed, he touched you as he admired you. He never believed that someone so beautiful could ever love him.

Not wanting to leave you uncomfortable, he took off his own clothes. Pulling off his shirt and pants, he was left in just his boxers.

He looked back down at you and seeing the look of adoration in your eyes he became more confident in his actions. Reaching up, he fumbled with the bra clasp before finally getting it off.

Seeing your tits he went and grabbed them. The sound you made as he lightly squeezed them made his dick throb. Wanting to hear more, he leaned down and put one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it as his hand played with your other breast.

He felt like he was slowly losing control. Lust clouding his mind, he couldn't stop himself from lightly rocking into you as he fondled and squeezed your breasts. He was heating up more and more and your mewls and gasps only encouraged him further.

Eventually, he grew impatient. His cock was fighting for its life in his boxers and it was starting to hurt. His mouth made a popping noise as he pulled away from your breast. Reaching down towards his boxers he started to grow nervous again. His hands shook a bit as he grabbed his boxers and pulled them off, freeing his aching cock.

Reluctantly, he looked up to see your reaction. You stared at him with curiosity and his face grew red from nervousness. Taking in a deep breath he tried to forget you were looking at him.

He reached up to your underwear and with your help, pulled the fabric off of you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of your pussy. He knew that he needed to prepare you properly first before he could stick his dick in you. Luckily with him being a sad little gamer boy, he just so happened to have what he needed.

Getting up he went to a drawer and quickly searched through it. When he saw your confused expression he reassured you, giving you an awkward smile as he continued rummaging through the drawer. After a moment, he found what he was looking for, a bottle of lube and a condom.

Quickly, he made his way back over to you. Sitting on the bed, he settled himself between your legs. He opened the bottle, pouring some of the slick liquid onto his hand before setting the bottle on the floor nearby. He took in another breath as he reached down and touched you.

You let out a soft moan as he touched you. Feeling a bit braver from the positive reaction he continued, stroking your folds and rubbing your clit. He eventually found your entrance, poking and prodding before he stuck a finger in, feeling around your wet walls. He soon added another finger, scissoring your insides. Feeling your warm wet walls squeeze around his fingers made him eager to know what you'd feel like around his aching cock.

After a while of scissoring you and applying lube when needed, he looked up to see your face. Your eyes opened and closed as you softly moaned. Seeing you so blissed out because of him made Idia's dick pulse. He needed to be inside you so badly.

He grabbed the condom, tore it open and put it on his dick. He picked up the lube again pouring some on his hand he then tossed it aside before covering his dick in the liquid. He positioned himself near your entrance. Hearing a gasp from you he quickly looked up at your face.

You wore a worried expression on your face. Idia growing concerned asked, "If you want me stop I will. W- we don't have to go farther if you don't want to..." The last thing he wanted was to make this a bad experience for you.

You took a breath before responding, "Please keep going.. Just be careful, okay?"

"Of course, anything for you." Idia leaned down softly kissing you before he lined up with your entrance again.

Slowly, trying to be as careful as he could, he sunk into you. Inch by inch his hard cock settled into you. Idia gasped and let out a low moan as he felt your warm walls squeeze around his cock. The feeling was overwhelming, much better then anything he could have imagined within his own mind.

All those times he shamefully fantasized about having his dick inside you, hearing your cries and moans as he fucked you, could never compare to this.

Still, being as careful as he could, he continued. Whenever you made a noise of pain he stopped, waiting for your cue to continue moving again. Eventually, with enough time and patience he had fit his entire dick inside you.

He shuddered, knowing that after so long of you two being together he now had his dick inside you, inside his soulmate. He waited till you had adjusted to his size. You moved around a bit and after a few moments you had nodded at him to try moving.

He slowly dragged himself back, his cock rubbed against your walls and you both moaned at the feeling. Slowly he continued, pushing in then pulling out again. Eventually, the pain subsided and in between your moans you cried out, asking him to move faster.

Thrusting his cock in and out of you, listening to your gasps and moans as he fucked you made him feel euphoric. He lost himself in the feeling of your slick walls tightly squeezing around his cock. He felt like he couldn't stop himself.

His pace growing faster and faster, he grabbed your legs lifting them up to his waist, feeling you wrap your legs across his back, he held your hip with one of his hands putting his other hand on the bed to steady himself. With your hips raised more it made it much easier for him to quickly thrust his cock in and out of you.

The feeling of your walls would soon become too much for him. As Idia neared his climax, he moved his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing you quickly. You're walls squeezed tightly around him and with a cry you came around his cock. With only a few more thrusts he came as well.

.

Panting as he came down from his high, Idia pulled out of you and after throwing away the condom he flopped next to you on the bed. He was tired. His eyes closed and he could feel you moving around.

His hand suddenly felt warm. Opening his eyes, he saw you were holding his hand, interlocking your fingers with his, you smiled at him. He observed your interlocked hands seeing the red string entangled between them. He then smiled back as he leaned over and kissed you. Even now you still tasted sweet.

"Well.. how was it?" Idia whispered quietly to you, growing anxious.

"It was amazing Idia." You whispered back to him as you hugged him.

You both continued to hold each other as you two soon fell into the depths of sleep. Idia was glad that you seemed satisfied. He was happy to have a soulmate so beautiful and kind as you were.

You really were just as sweet as you tasted.