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Dimitri leaned back in his seat, breathing deeply. He'd gotten his luggage stowed, buckled his seat belt, and now all he had to do was wait for the anxiety medication to kick in.
It was kind of Edelgard to ask Dr. Hevring to prescribe him the medication when he mentioned how anxious he'd been on the flight to Enbarr. His stepsister had always been good at things like that-- solving problems, taking action.
It was that proactive attitude that made her so successful in the big city. Unfortunately, it was also why visiting her was draining and exhausting. He loved her, of course, but she had a way of making it seem like everyone else in the world was redundant, inadequate.
And now that she and Dorothea were engaged, everyone was suddenly interested in his next steps. Instead of enjoying dinners with just the two fiances, every meal mysteriously included a well-connected female guest around his age in the seat next to him. He'd had quite enough of that at home from Anselma, who made no secret of wanting to see him settle down. She had tried to set him up with seemingly every socialite's daughter or prep school graduate in Faerghus.
Dimitri just didn't have the insatiable drive and ambition that Edelgard did, and frankly, he didn't want it. He was happy living in his hometown with his childhood friends, clocking out at 5 o'clock, and enjoying a slower pace of life.
And sure, it'd be nice if he could add a loving relationship to that, but he was carrying a certain torch that he couldn't seem to put down no matter how hard he tried.
Breathe. No need to come up with more reasons to be anxious right as the plane was about to take off. The medication was working its magic, his muscles relaxing, his jaw unclenching. But of course, once she was on his mind, it was difficult to think of anything else.
"Dimitri?"
Every part of his body tensed back up. Was that a memory since he'd been thinking about her? But it sounded too real.
"Dimitri?" That one was definitely not his imagination.
He opened his eyes slowly, but he already knew what he'd see.
His former college TA turned friend that seemed impervious to his attempts to court her interest. The one that got away. His first love. Probably the love of his life.
Byleth.
She hadn't seemed to age a day, though her hair had changed. The midnight blue she used to dye her hair was striking, but the pale mint green before him made her look even more ethereal, like a fairy, or an angel. A goddess.
"Byleth! Hello, what a pleasant surprise!" his polite upbringing took over, speaking without his consent and bolstered by the medication in his veins.
"Are you traveling with someone?" she asked. It seemed like a strange question, but he replied that he was alone.
"Good. I'll sit here thens," she said in her familiar blunt way as she stowed her bag above the seats. She had to stretch to reach the overhead compartment, revealing a diamond-shaped sliver of her taut stomach. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue over that skin...
It had taken him all of ten seconds to become a perverted creep.
And she would be sitting next to him in a cramped plane from here to Garreg Mach. He barely fit in these infernally small seats as it was. It was never clear which armrest you were supposed to use-- what if he touched her by accident? And yet... that might not be so bad, he thought. Maybe a little accidental brush against her hand or thigh might spark something, might lead somewhere...
Goddess, he needed to get a hold on himself. These pills were working a little too well. He could not have these kind of thoughts right next to her. His lurid daydreams had led to many an embarrassing situation when he was in her class, and he didn't need a repeat of that.
She just made it so difficult. Like always, she was in all black, a stretchy tank top showing off her small, grabbable waist and offering a tantalizing view of her cleavage, and her jeans perfectly hugging her womanly hips and ass.
Even in such a simple, unfussy outfit, she effortlessly outshone every other woman he'd met, and she seemed to have no idea the effect she had on him-- and all other men, and a fair few women as well (he'd always suspected Edelgard was among their number). He had to turn away to the window for a moment and bite his fist when she sat down. Squeezing herself into the right space, she pulled her hands into her lap, which pushed her breasts together in a most tempting way.
Her rear had barely hit the seat, and he'd already failed at keeping his depraved thoughts at bay. He was doomed.
Her hands fidgeted in her lap. If she'd known she would run into Dimitri of all people, she would have worn something nicer. Or put on some of the makeup Mercedes had insisted on buying her ages ago.
He always looked so nice and pulled together-- what other guy in his early 20s wore a button-up shirt and loafers on a plane? She felt like a street rat compared to him, just another reason he'd always be out of her reach.
And just like she remembered, he smelled so good. Embarrassingly, she'd once asked the type of cologne he wore, claiming it was for a gift for Jeralt. He revealed he didn't wear any-- because apparently being tall, handsome, gentlemanly and having great hair just wasn't enough to drive her mad with want, so he had to add some kind of primal, alluring pheromones as well.
It made her wonder if there was something wild and feral under his polite exterior. If there was, she desperately wanted it to come out of hiding and devour her.
Rein it in, Byleth.
"So," she said, attempting to sound casual, "what brings you to Garreg Mach?"
He'd stuck around after he graduated for a while, doing various internships. By the time she was ready to go back, he had long since moved to Fhirdiad. Maybe he'd found a job at one of the places he'd worked before? If they both found themselves back at Garreg Mach again, maybe... She felt a little flutter of hope in her chest.
"I'm not staying, it's just a layover to Fhirdiad." The optimism was stomped flat as quickly as it had appeared. "I decided to cut my trip short, and there were no direct flights at the last minute."
"Oh, is everything okay?"
"Yes, everything is fine. It was just getting a bit exhausting being compared to Edelgard all the time."
Byleth could understand that. Edelgard was great, but she was a lot. After Dimitri had introduced them, the refined girl was constantly trying to get closer to her. She was showered with everything from extravagant gifts to job offers at the heiress's company.
In retrospect, she figured Edelgard just couldn't express herself well with words and relied on actions and gifts, but at the time, it had made Byleth uncomfortable.
By contrast, Dimitri always seemed to know exactly what would cheer her up or make her feel special. He checked the cafeteria menu every day and invited her to lunch when her favorites were being served. He included her in his childhood friend group-- "the Blue Lions," named after their high school mascot-- even though she was awkward and shy. Growing up an army brat, she'd never had close friends her age before, and even her father said she blossomed after meeting them.
"And you?" he asked. "Why were you in Enbarr?"
"Do you remember Leonie, that trained under my dad?" Even trained under was too strong. She went to one youth summer camp led by Jeralt and thought that somehow made her his second daughter. She was constantly competing with Byleth, even when they ran into each other again years later at Garreg Mach. "She was competing in the Olympic qualifiers for Jiu-Jitsu."
The redhead hadn't made it, which did make Byleth feel a little bad. But she was still bitter about being guilted and practically forced to attend by Leonie.
"And let me guess, she strong armed you into coming by invoking your father's memory?" he asked, sounding angry on her behalf. He had always understood her like that.
"Bingo."
"Ugh, I hate it when people put words into the mouths of the dead. 'They'd want you to do this, or feel this,' when they're just rationalizing what their own desires," he said bitterly. "Ah, sorry. I got carried away there."
"No, you're totally right. If my father wanted anything for me, it would be for me to live in what I believe in, not try to please him."
He was silent for a moment, smiling down at her. "I've really missed this," he said. "Missed you."
Her breath caught in her throat. He was still so earnest, so sweet.
"Me too. I'm sorry for disappearing on you after Jeralt..."
He put his hand over hers tenderly. "Do not blame yourself. I understand completely."
Ah, right. Glenn, the ghost that haunted each of the Blue Lions in their own ways. She knew that Dimitri had gone through a similar rough patch with his old friends after Glenn's death.
"Still," she said. "I regret losing touch with you, especially."
Her face was so soft, and her hand so warm in his when she turned it and laced their fingers together. He felt like he was in a dream.
That feeling intensified when she slowly leaned toward him, lips parted. She was looking at him like he was something precious, cherished. Did that mean--
He matched her lean and she didn't shy away. He met her in the middle, carefully brushing his lips against hers. Goddess, they felt amazing, and her skin smelled faintly of honeysuckle, and her bangs tickled his face and--
"Oh, er, I was just going to say there's a good view of the monastery out your window."
Her eyes were wide, her finger pointing to the window.
I am such an idiot, Dimitri thought. Possibly the stupidest man in all of Fodlan.
"Which isn't to say I didn't like it-- oh."
She looked pointedly into his lap, at his obvious erection, while he wished for his window to break and explosively decompress him into the aether. What kind of a disrespectful, depraved monster behaved like this?
"Byleth, I'm so sorry. I just-- no, I have no excuse. I'll move to a different seat and leave you alone."
He moved to get up, but she laid a hand on his knee. He froze as her hand moved up his leg, painfully slowly, until it just brushed the outline of his shaft.
"Is that for me?" she purred. Wait, was she not offended? Not disgusted?
"Y--" he croaked, and then cleared his throat and said more clearly, "Yes. I've always desired you. Surely you knew."
She hummed and brushed her hand over him again, another time, and then curled her hand to lightly grasp him through his pants. He bit his fist to suppress a groan. What was happening?
"Please, don't tease me, Byleth. I've wanted this for too long."
"Who said I'm teasing?" She arched an eyebrow. "Bathroom?"
He gaped at her. Surely she wasn't suggesting... But there was no mistaking the lustful look on her face. She didn't have all the information, though. She deserved to know what kind of beast she was offering herself to.
"Byleth, I-- I'm not gentle. I've been called a brute, even. I just can't seem to rein in my, er, passions. And with you, goddess. I don't know what I'll do."
He swore he could see her pupils grow at his words, practically swallowing the beautiful green eyes he admired so much.
"Bathroom, now," she repeated more forcefully. The words had barely escaped her mouth before she was out of her seat.
How-- did he just follow her? Wait a minute to draw less attention? What if someone saw?
If someone saw, they'd know she was his, said the beast rising in his blood. He practically leapt out of his seat to follow her, barely noticing when he knocked his head on the low ceiling.
He slipped into the lavatory behind her, and he was upon her before she even locked the door, crushing their lips together like he had wanted to for six long years.
His position in the tiny room was awkward and uncomfortable, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Not when she allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth, moaning into his kiss.
When his lungs were burning from lack of air, he reluctantly broke from her and turned her around. She planted her hands on the small sink while he explored every inch of exposed skin with his teeth and tongue.
He pushed her tank top down until it pooled around her waist, then attacked her exposed breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh and roughly pinching her nipples. The mirror gave him a stunning view of her face while he worked. Her flushed cheeks and little gasps just egged him on further.
"I've been dreaming about these tits for so long," he groaned. He'd love to bite and suck on them too, but the cramped space wouldn't allow him to crouch down to them. Next time, he thought.
He really hoped there was a next time. The urgency and danger of this encounter was titillating, but he wanted to savor her, eat her out until she screamed, force her to her knees and choke her on his cock.
Would she even like that? He still worried that she would be horrified when the dam of his passions broke-- and given all the emotion he felt for her (he hesitated to call it love, because that would sound crazy, but he knew it for what it was), those passions were likely to drown them both.
This particular scenario had never appeared in Byleth's fantasies, but she couldn't say she was disappointed by the turn of events. What started out as a bittersweet trip alone had somehow shifted to the sexiest man she'd ever met devouring her like she was his last meal on earth. She'd never done anything so risky in her life, but there was no way she could pass up this opportunity.
Her attraction to him had been immediate when he first walked into her class, but there was always something in the way. She was his teacher, he was the rich heir of a tech magnet, they didn't want to ruin their close friendship, she had to go home to Remire to take care of Jeralt. And when her father died, she'd fallen off the face of the earth, drifting away from everyone she knew for years.
Until now, she hadn't even known he felt the same way, but there was no hiding the desperation in his movements. He'd clearly wanted this for a long time as well.
Her hands fumbled with the clasp of her jeans until she finally got it open. Victorious, she didn't hesitate to awkwardly shimmy her pants and underwear down to her ankles-- there was no chance of actually getting them off in the small room. His fingers found their way between her legs, dipping shallowly into her cunt.
"So wet," he rasped, then teased, "Is that for me?"
She could see his pleased grin in the mirror when she nodded. Fuck, he was hot. He continued to stroke her, two fingers inside her and the heel of his palm rubbing her clit while his other hand and mouth continued their assault on her chest and neck, leaving her a desperate, panting mess.
"Please, Dimitri..."
"Please what?" he whispered into her ear, punctuating the tease by nipping at her earlobe. She'd be irritated if she had any modesty left at this point, but she was fully at his mercy now and happy to beg for what she wanted.
"Please fuck me."
He withdrew his hand but her cunt didn't have long to feel empty before his tip nudged her entrance.
As he worked his thick cock into her little by little, he praised her, "So good for me. You can take more, right? Almost there."
His words and low, growling voice went straight to her core. She would have been embarrassed by the sheer amount of slick she was producing, but it turns out it was a good thing.
She had seen that he was big-- okay, big was kind of an understatement when just the tip made her feel full to bursting-- through his pants, but feeling it was something else entirely. She'd never felt so stretched and so marvelously full.
Once he was completely inside her, he barely gave her a moment to breathe before he was fucking her like a man possessed. She could see the pulsating bulge protruding from her abdomen. His fingers gripped her hips and the meat of her ass so tightly that she would definitely have bruises for days. She liked the idea of being marked by him, of having proof he'd chosen her.
"Fuck," he gasped, the first curse she'd ever heard from him. "So warm. You feel... divine."
He shoved several fingers in her mouth, letting her swirl her tongue around them, then surprised her by using his spit-slicked thumb to circle her asshole. No one had ever touched her there, so it was a new sensation as he pressed in slowly. She was curious now if he would ever want to take her like that, over and over again in every hole she had to offer, but for now she enjoyed the complete fullness and every sense, every part of her being consumed by Dimitri, Dimitri, Dimitri.
"Feels so good. No one--" she panted, "has ever fucked me like this."
"And no one ever will," he growled. "I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. Me." He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust.
Goddess, was this really the same man that insisted on carrying her books to her office after class, that blushed so hard he practically combusted when he extended a simple invitation to lunch? It's like he had transformed from a handsome prince to a feral werewolf, and she loved it.
"Yes, you, only you. Always you. Dimitri, Dimitri," she babbled incoherently.
He pressed his chest to her back, and she could feel his hot breath on her ear, making her shiver. His cock was hitting her in places she hadn't even known existed, the pleasure spreading throughout her entire body, but she still craved more. "Harder, please," she begged.
Harder? That was something he'd never heard before.
The few relationships he'd had-- if such brief, meaningless affairs could even be called that-- had all soured once things reached the bedroom. Given his usual personality, they expected him to be gentle and courteous, a sensitive lover. And yet they were subjected to his bruising strength and punishing pace, and worse than that, his depraved desires and the filthy words he used to describe or demand them.
Sylvain had insisted that it was the sheltered, pampered girls he'd dated that were the problem, so he'd long ago resigned himself to a life of occasional, semi-anonymous one night stands. He had even wondered if hiring a sex worker would be easier for all involved, but he didn't feel the urge for sex often enough to bother.
He hadn't really felt that way since... well, since he saw Byleth regularly. He'd always felt ashamed that he imagined her when he closed his eyes with someone else, but now he was living his fantasy and could keep his eyes wide open.
And the view was breathtaking, her mouth hanging open, breasts bouncing with every thrust, and tears running down her face. He'd always suspected-- or maybe just hoped-- that Byleth could take his rough treatment. Her father trained her in self defence and Jiu-Jitsu from a young age, so she was tough and strong. Dimitri had watched once when Felix had goaded her into sparring at the gym. Despite wanting to throttle his old friend out of jealousy, he'd been captivated by her strength. She'd come out on top, literally, a wicked grin on her face as she pinned Felix to the floor with her hands and thighs.
It was years ago, but Dimitri still imagined her straddling him like that as he furiously fucked his hand on lonely nights.
"As you wish," he said before leaning to brace his back on the wall so he could fuck up into her even harder-- the cramped space proving useful for leverage, at least. Her feet were leaving the floor with each thrust. Not satisfied, he also grabbed a fistful of her hair at the scalp so he could pull down and spear her further onto his cock.
She was so tight with her ankles practically tied together by her pants. It felt like she had been made specifically to take him, a perfect sleeve to fit his cock, and his alone. The thought pulled a groan from his throat before he noticed her hand had slipped to her clit. He wrenched the offending arm behind her back.
"If you need something, you ask me," he snarled. "I make you come."
Somewhere back in his mind, the lucid part of himself despaired. Why was he like this? He wanted it to be pleasurable for her, but he was so damn greedy.
She clenched even tighter around him, though, so perhaps she didn't mind? "Please, touch me, I'm so close," she begged desperately, and he obliged, removing his thumb from her ass, spreading her cheeks to briefly admire her stretched hole-- he'd take her there next time as well. He rubbed circles around her clit with his rough fingers.
Something between a moan and a sob escaped her mouth. He could sense she was on the edge, but holding back.
"Good girl, come for me, Byleth. Come around my cock. I want to feel it."
Granted permission, her body locked up and she threw her head back with a silent cry. The tightness that she gripped him with had him dangerously close to following her over the edge, but this wasn't some nameless encounter, a race straight towards an orgasm. This was Byleth. He had to make sure she never wanted anyone else ever again.
He gave her a moment to come down, then resumed his assault on her clit. "Again."
"I can't-- it's too much, I--"
"I said," he growled, "again."
She wasn't sure she could survive another orgasm like that. At this rate, she wouldn't be able to walk the ten feet back to her seat.
But his dick was slamming into a spot that made her see stars, and his commanding voice was doing things to her, and she was near desperate to please him.
Overstimulated as she was, it wasn't long before she reached another peak, somehow even stronger than the first, her vision whiting out for a moment. She was taking heaving breaths, leaning most of her weight back onto Dimitri since her own legs were weak and shaking.
"Again," he demanded.
She lost track of how many times he forced her to come, but when he finally granted her mercy, she was boneless and sobbing. Surely everyone on the plane knew what was happening at this point.
Finally, he said directly into her ear, "I'm going to make you mine," and bit down where her neck met her shoulder, probably hard enough to draw blood, but it felt amazing-- another mark to prove she was his. His teeth dug in as he grunted and released his seed inside her.
He didn't pull out immediately, grinding against her and thrusting weakly to fuck his spend up further into her.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her tightly to his body. He rested his forehead on her shoulder as he caught his breath.
"Goddess, Byleth, that was better than I ever imagined."
"Oh, you imagined this?" she asked teasingly.
"More than I care to admit, yes. But all my fantasies pale in comparison to you."
She hummed. "I always imagined you bending me over my desk after class let out."
His grip on her tightened. "I had a similar scenario in mind, but I wanted to take you in front of the class. Make Sylvain, and Claude-- and all the others that wanted you-- watch, so they would know."
His cock twitched inside her at the thought. Was he still hard? After all that?
He seemed to read her thoughts, saying, "Don't worry. It always takes a few times for me to be completely... done. But I'm more than satisfied," he dropped a line of gentle kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. "Plus, I think we've risked enough already."
He finally pulled out, and groaned when a trickle of their mixed fluids leaked from her.
"I'd prefer to clean you with my tongue," he said, running a finger through the mess on her thighs and bringing it to his mouth. "Next time." She shivered at the dark promise in his voice.
He quickly righted himself and gave her a peck on the lips as he ducked out the door. Byleth splashed some water on her face and finger combed her hair, but there was no disguising the fact that she had been well and truly fucked. Her chest was covered in blotches, her eyes were red rimmed, her mouth swollen. Not to mention the giant fucking bite mark in full view on her neck. She tried to somewhat hide it under her hair.
When she left the lavatory, the flight attendant-- a beautiful woman whose low-cut uniform could not possibly be in the dress code-- took in her disheveled state with wide eyes, then smirked.
"The fasten seatbelt sign has been turned on in preparation for landing. Please take your seat next to that tall drink of water, lucky girl," she whispered the last part and winked.
Well, she could never fly this airline again. Or possibly show her face in public at all.
"I think they're onto us," Byleth said to Dimitri as she took her seat again.
He chuckled and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. "She asked me if my father was single. I may actually die of embarrassment."
The landing was uneventful. He retrieved Byleth's bag for her and they walked out together. With each step he took, a sense of doom settled heavier and heavier in his chest.
He would be catching his next flight to Fhirdiad, and she would stay here. Could his heart survive watching her walk away again? Maybe if he'd thought for one second with his head instead of his dick, he would've seen how foolish his rash behavior was.
He walked toward the exit like a man condemned.
He could practically hear Sylvain in his mind, you already know she likes you, man, you just fucked her for Goddess' sake! Just grow a pair and close the deal!
But what was he supposed to do? Ask her to drop everything and move to a city she'd never even been to? Base a long-distance relationship on the foundation of one filthy quickie in the bathroom? None of those were fair to her. He couldn't be so selfish.
"So, I guess this is where we part," he said solemnly, and she responded with a whispered oh. After a pause, he frowned. "I'm sorry again for not being able to control myself. Your neck..."
She laughed at that, and the sound made his heart soar despite his dark thoughts. "Don't worry about that," she reassured him. "That was-- well, to say it was the best I've ever had seems insufficient."
"Oh," he said, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. Despite the fact that he had covered her in bruises, fucked her within an inch of her life, and alerted an entire flight to their activities, her compliment was the thing to make him blush. All his confidence and bravado had evaporated the moment he stepped off the plane.
"Ah, there's the sweet student I know and love," she said fondly.
Did she say--
"Love?"
She spluttered. "I'm sorry, that just came out. I mean, it wasn't a lie, I just-- it seems like this was a one-time thing. Which I totally understand! But--" She closed her eyes in embarrassment and turned to go. "I sound insane. I'll leave you be. Goodbye, Dimitri."
Absolutely fucking not.
"Wait!" he cried and grabbed her arm. She turned back to him, wide-eyed.
"I don't care if it does sound insane. I love you, Byleth, and I can't lose you again. Return to Fhirdiad with me, please. I'll buy your ticket, and you can stay with me. O-or Ingrid, if you're not comfortable. Or I'll come to Garreg Mach, I don't care. We'll figure out some-- mmmph?"
His rambling was cut short by her lips on his. They'd already kissed that day, of course, but this kiss was different. Blissful, pure. He moved his lips unhurriedly against hers until she pulled back and beamed a mesmerizing smile at him.
"Okay. Yes, I'll go to Fhirdiad with you."
"Truly?"
"Yes. With the Blue Lions and Jeralt gone, there's nothing left for me in Garreg Mach. I just didn't know where else to go."
He pressed his forehead to hers. "You've made me so happy." After a moment he realized, "We have to get you a ticket!"
They ran together to the gate for his next flight, which, to their horror, was being staffed by the flight attendant that had teased them before. She gave them a knowing look as she asked, "What can I do for you two?"
"Er, I was wondering if I could purchase an extra ticket for this flight? For her?" He gestured to Byleth.
The flight attendant-- Manuela, said her name tag-- sighed and looked at Byleth. "Save some romance for the rest of us, won't you?" After typing some things into the computer, she said, "Well, you're in luck, Romeo. This flight isn't full, so we can get her a seat."
The flight to Fhirdiad was much less active, but even better in Dimitri's opinion. They mainly held hands and looked at each other so adoringly it was surely making poor Manuela sick.
He had his beloved by his side and her hands in his, and he would never let them go again.
In the Garreg Mach airport cell phone lot, Seteth's phone buzzed. He started the car to prepare to pick Byleth up, but the text message was not what he was expecting.
Byleth: Hey Seteth, I'm not going to need a ride after all, or a job. I found a last minute opportunity in Fhirdiad. Give Rhea my apologies xxx
Seteth pinched the bridge of his nose. He loved Byleth like a daughter-- well, maybe like a niece-- but she had a way of sowing chaos wherever she went, which always meant extra paperwork for him. On his way home, his phone buzzed again, but he was trying to think of a way to break the news to Rhea that wouldn't break her heart, so he didn't hear it.
Byleth: Also, I gave your number to a flight attendant. She's pretty, and you'd better give her a chance. You need to get out of that dusty office.
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