rabid fangirl revival

The first time it happened, it was a blur. Pressed against the wall of the supply closet. Work clothes soaked and a large hand shoved down your pants. Long fingers working, palm pressing. Your eyes rolling back, hands gripping at his slippery suit for dear life as his thigh pressed between your own shaking one's. The pressure of his body the only thing keeping you upright.

Face burried in your neck. Panting against your skin, drooling down your collar.

"Herm....close"

He whimpered, hips jerking forwards. Humping against the hollow of your hip.

"P-please"

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The second time it happened, you went slower. Hands wandering, fingertips tracing. Almost undressed as he hovered over you. Plastic squeaking against your skin, shirt open and bra pushed aside, pants removed and panties soaked through in more ways than one.

His suit peeled away, hanging down at his hips. The peak of his duckie boxers hiding just behind the zipper.

"Herm...please, I need you"

You cupped his face, thumb brushing across his parted lips. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, water dribbling onto your hand.

You pulled him down towards you.

And he redirected himself to between your legs. Thighs hooked over his shoulders, hands squeezing and nose nudging at the offending cotton clinging to every fold and curve.

"O-ok"

Your hands travelled to his hair, tugging and pulling as your back arched and your breath hitched.

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The third time, it started to annoy you. Bouncing on his lap, trying to pull him close. Wanting to feel his tongue sliding between your teeth as your grinded against him.

He buried his head in your chest. Occupying himself with your breasts as they bounced with each thrust.

The fourth time, you audibily groaned in frustration. Head thrown back against the pillow with a thump as he nipped and sucked at your throat. Fingers curling and thrusting perfectly. Expertly.

"Herm..."

He pulled back, hand stilling. The other pressing you thigh to your side. Open and vulnerable and so full.

"You-is it ok? You're ok?"

He was frowning, trying to read your expression of frustration and interpreting it as pain. Making a move to pull away. Your hand shot down and gripped his wrist, holding him in place. Accidentally jolting him deeper.

"I fine just-fuck-slow down a second"

"Sorry. You just feel-you felt so good-"

You shook down your head, taking in a few deep breaths as he resumed lazy thrusts. Slow and deep. A comfortable fill as you gathered your thoughts. Slid your hands up and over his shoulders, cupping his neck, then his jaw. He was concentrating so hard.

"It's not that. You're doing that...so fucking good. It's just..."

He stuttered on every second thrust. Water dripping from the corners of his mouth. Gulping as your thumbs wandered to those lips once more. Eyes fixated on how they pressed into a thin line

"Why won't you kiss me?"

Then he stopped completely. Body tensing up, eyes darting and cheeks bright red. He tried to pull himself away from your hands, but you gripped tighter, held firmer. Forced him to look at you. Balance fumbling as his elbow locked, then unlocked. Palm leaving a mark on your thigh.

"I...um...it's just-I want to but-its not you, it's me and I..."

He licked his lips, gulping again. Water already threatening to dribble down onto your cheeks.

"My past-my exes, they always hated-complained...they complained about me being wet-a wet k-kisser"

He couldn't look at you. Eyes down cast and wet, nose twitching and lips wobbling.

"I just didn't want you to leave"

His voice was so small. A sad admission spoken into the air between you. He wanted to bury his face into your neck again. He wanted to hide away and just finish the job, making you feel so good that you forgot about the kisses. That you just let him clean you up and curl into your side. Waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms as he stared at the wall and willed his fears away.

You were here. And you were his.

But you wouldn't be if he kissed you like he wanted to.

Only you wouldn't let him, turning and pushing against his strength until he was finally looking at you. Looking at the determination in your eyes. Pussy twitching around wet fingers.

"What if I like wet kisses?"

He scoffed out a half laugh. Shaking his head.

"N-no one does-"

"But what if I do?"

Your voice was firm. Firm enough that his mouth snapped shut. Teeth clacking as they met. Frozen in place by your matter-of-fact tone. The sharpness of your eyes.

You brushed a thumb over his lips again, pulling down the bottom one, letting a dribble of water sneak through.

"You have to let me at least try first....Please"

You could see the cogs turning in his head. The pros and cons flashing before his eyes. His want overriding his fear in slow gentle steps until he nodded. Just once.

"O-ok...we can-I can...we'll try"

You held back the whimper that begged to escape as he pulled his fingers free. Wanting to focus on this, and only this right now. Licking his lips, hand covered in water and slick cupping your chin, tilting it up just right as he slowly let himself be lowered. Pulled towards you until your lips finally slotted together.

Still hesitatent and slow. Getting the angles just right, running your fingers through his hair. Shoulders shaking and lips finally parting. Letting you feel the flow of water against your tongue. Gulping it, letting it drip down your chin as he lost himself to it. Gave in to the feeling of your tongue on his, the warmth of your mouth, the points of your teeth.

Whimpering at the taste as he pushed deeper, pulled you chin down further. Wet and sloppy and oh so messy, until you both ran out of breath. Pulling back with a string of spit between your lips, more water dripping down his chin. Peppering your mouth with soft droplets.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”

"Sorry-"

"I love it"

You gathered the water with your tongue. Lapping and sucking at his lips as you pulled his hand from your chin. Moving it back to where it had once came. Pads circling your clit before sliding down to find you still open, still ready for him to slip back inside.

He practically sobbed.

You nipped and pulled at his bottom lip.

Much more quickly than you had expected, his hands slammed down on either side of your head. Caging you in as his face hovered over yours.

You had never seen his eyes so gold. They were always green, emerald and glistening brightly like the rarest stone. But now. Now they were raw honey, dripping with a lust you had never seen in him before. The air around him was heavy, dragging you down with him into this haze that had you intoxicated with the first breath.

“K-kurama…?”

“You want to know what’s going on?” His voice came out deep, thick with desire as he dipped beside your ear to take in your scent. Taking his time as he slowly brought his mouth to your neck. Licking a small stripe with the tip of his tongue from your collarbone to your ear, making you shudder and shut your eyes in anticipation.

“What’s going on is that I’m about to stuff you full of my pups.”

“Your—aah!” You gasped as he cupped your sex, rubbing your clit through your clothes as he sucked dark hickeys into your neck, body craning into his touch as he began to have his way with you.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” he groaned as he reached into your pants to feel how quickly your arousal had spread through your folds. Getting his fingers sticky with your slick as he rut against your hips. Fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through your veins.

“I’m gonna breed you ‘til you break.”