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Before you met Sucrose, she had little interest in romance, preferring to focus on her bio-alchemy. All that changed after a chance encounter at the library in Mondstadt. As a fellow researcher, you hit it off with her pretty quickly. The way her soft, wavering voice becomes more excited when she talks about her work made you fall head over heels. You started going out of your way to spend more time with her.
There were hints that she might want to be more than friends and research partners. She would absentmindedly reach for your hand when no one was around. She’d talk about how safe she always feels when she’s with you. She’d even flash you a smile if you looked her way, even while lost in thought. Despite your feelings, you still did your best to avoid confessing them, not wanting to ruin a good thing.
Everything changed last week. During an all-night experiment, the conversation turned to love and relationships. Sucrose confessed that she was a virgin, but she was still curious about sex. With your inhibitions lowered by the lack of sleep, you asked her if she would be open to doing it with you. She was understandably flustered, but nodded anyway. It was for this reason that you now found yourself in her bed.
“Okay, I’ve locked the door.”
Sucrose turns around and stares at you from across the room. She was already cute in her usual clothes, but in a negligee, she’s simply adorable. You can’t believe how lucky you are to get to see her like this. Step by step, she cautiously returns to the bed and sits beside you.
“Are you sure?” you ask. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just sleep together.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Besides, this is part of my research.”
You put your hand on her head and scratch the base of her ear. “Research? Is that all?”
Sucrose’s ears wiggle with contentment. “No, of course not. You’re my best friend, Y/N. There’s no one else I’d rather do it with.”
Your hand slides down to her cheek, which is quickly turning red. She’s never even kissed anyone before, so you hope she’ll know what you want when you close your eyes and bring your face closer. Moments later, she graciously accepts your invitation. You use your other hand to run your fingers through her hair as your lips move in tandem with hers. That same voice that made you fall in love was now filling your ears with dulcet moans.
When the kiss ends, Sucrose opens her eyes, letting you see that her pupils are dilated. You just started, but she’s already getting aroused. She picks up one of her homemade candies from the bedside table and puts it in her mouth before kissing you again. The candy slides back and forth between your mouth and hers. It’s sweet, but her tongue tastes even better. After it dissolves, she looks down to the hem of her nightgown. She still looks nervous, but she lifts it over her head, leaving her with only a pair of simple white panties. Every curve of her body is beautiful, making you hungry for more.
Immediately your eyes are drawn to her breasts. As the temperature in the room drops, her nipples perk up, begging to be warmed by you. Cautiously you put your hand on one breast. They’re not too big or too small; they’re just the right size to be sucked on. You put your lips to the other one and let them sink into it. Sucrose gasps and moans from your touch. You know you need to be gentle with her, but she’s so cute that you can’t help yourself. Earlier in the night, you two came to an agreement: she could squeeze your arm at any time if she needed you to stop. She hasn’t done so yet, so you know she’s doing okay.
“May I go lower?” you ask while looking up at her.
Sucrose nods.
Your teeth lightly drag down her torso until you reach her underwear. Even before you pull the fabric to the side, you can see how wet she is for you. Her pussy is covered by a thin layer of green pubic hair that’s just as enchanting as the hair on her head. The longer you stare, the heavier her breathing becomes. She bucks her hips to bring her slick entrance closer to your face.
“Please…” she whines.
You’re more than happy to oblige. You lap up the delicious fluid that’s flowing out of her and onto the bed. Sucrose sighs and repeats your name. It sounds so perfect on her lips, like the melody of a song. As your tongue dips in and out of her folds, her thighs close in around you and cover your ears. All you can hear is the sound of blood pumping through her legs, replacing the melody with a steady drum beat. Each note reminds you that this isn’t just a dream. She’s really here, relishing your love for her. Feeling more daring, you use your thumb and forefinger to pull back her hood and take her swollen clitoris into your mouth. You hear a yelp as the pressure on the sides of your head lessens. Panic shoots through your body. You sit up to see her eyes peeking out from behind her fingers.
“I need more,” Sucrose begs softly.
“Need more what?”
“Closer…please come closer…”
Not sure what she means, you pick her up off the bed and hug her. She’s so tiny compared to you.
“No! I mean I want our bodies…to be closer.”
That makes much more sense. You let go of her so you can finish getting undressed. At the same time, Sucrose takes off her panties and lies back with her legs open. She’s ready. As you line your cock up to the opening, you stop to admire her some more. She’s so much more than the shy alchemist the rest of the world sees. She’s your angel. You hope the Knights of Favonius know how precious she is.
“By the way, you don’t need to pull out,” she reassures you. “I drank a potion that temporarily stops me from getting pregnant. I want to feel all of you, Y/N. Just take it slow, okay?” You wonder how far in advance she must have planned all of this. For how long did she look at you with desire in her heart?
Confident that she’s wet enough, you carefully push your way inside. You’re halfway there when her hands squeeze your arm so tightly that it feels like it might break. “What’s wrong?” you ask, hoping you’re not hurting her.
“Just give me a second,” Sucrose whimpers. “I need to get used to this.” Tears well up in her eyes and slide down her cheeks. It occurs to you that this is the first time you’ve seen her cry, and the sight is like a punch in the gut. You lower yourself on top of her and kiss the tears away.
“I’m sorry, I—”
Before you can finish your apology, she interrupts you with a kiss of her own. “I…I think I’m okay now. Keep going.”
With a silent nod, you start to slowly pump in and out. It’s a tight fit, but her cute moans take away any concern you still have. You and Sucrose are now as close to each other as two people can be, and it’s a wonderful feeling. Her warm, loving embrace envelops you. With her head on your shoulder, the rest of the world melts away.
Although you try your best to pace yourself, you feel so safe in her arms that you speed up without even realizing it. It feels too good to stop. Sucrose’s voice climbs higher and higher as she holds you down. She needs this just as much as you do. Not yet, you think. You don’t want this to end so soon, but you can’t hold back any longer. You tense up and ejaculate as she digs her fingernails into your back.
You’re not sure if you’re relieved or ashamed when your orgasm subsides. As far as you can tell, Sucrose never came, and you’re too tired to keep going. You want her first time to be perfect. When you withdraw, you hide your face, not wanting to see your semen leaking out of her.
“That was certainly something,” Sucrose says after letting out a sigh. “A bit messy, though. Not to worry; I’ve got just the thing for it.” When you open your eyes, she’s pouring a bit of clear liquid from a flask onto the bedsheet. She then takes a washcloth and wipes everything off. “See? No big deal.”
“That’s not it,” you reply. “I just wanted to make sure it was good for you, too. It’s not fair that only one of us got off.”
After putting her nightgown and panties back on, Sucrose settles into bed next to you. “Well, sometimes you have to run an experiment more than once.” She giggles sweetly at her own joke before bringing the blankets up to her waist. “Speaking of experiments, there’s one more I’d like you to help me with.”
“There is?”
Sucrose sighs again. “So, you know how I like to stay up all night and work? It’s because I’m afraid to go to sleep. I know that a good night’s rest is important, but it’s so scary, not knowing what I’ll dream about. Sometimes, when I try to go to bed early, all I do is lie awake and cry. I don’t want to have more nightmares.” She yawns and finds a comfortable position to lie in your arms. “I want to see if the oxytocin produced when you hold me will help with that.”
With her head resting on your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around her, you lie back and try to relax. You knew Sucrose was an insomniac, but you never knew it was this bad. Perhaps the wonderland she often spoke about wanting to create represented freedom from whatever was haunting her. You’d be more than happy to help her reach that goal, especially if you can keep cuddling her to sleep like this.
“Also, there’s something else I’ve wanted to say for a while, and I think now is a good time for it. I love you, Y/N. I didn’t understand what those words meant before I met you.”
“I love you too,” you whisper in her ear. Though you can’t control Sucrose’s dreams, you can still make sure she’s safe and warm all night long. As your eyelids start to get heavy, you hear her snore softly. All you can do is hope that both of you have sweet dreams.