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āØHeyyyy āØ I managed to finished the characterās design for the MC from your book āShe Devilā . I try to respect as much as I can the description on the beginning of the story but I also put some ideas:
šŖ½She still have her six wings but imagined that she can fuse them together to form an elegant winged capešŖ½ (get inspired by slan form berserk for the wing design)
šš»For her four arms I imagined that she can also fused them to form an giant weapon arm infused by her demonic energyšš» (can do massive damage to the enemy)
For the rest like the outfit and the hair(I was to lazy to draw appropriately cool hair šš») it was my idea.
Danced down your exposed (s/c) skin, his pale cheeks flushed with heat the sensation of his heart pounding against his ribcage became nearly unbearable...
But not as unbearable it felt not feeling your warmth after years...
Your spine arching ever so slightly off your mattress, your lips parting as you released a breathless gasp feeling his lips peppering against your flesh.
Qifrey's eyes darkened with hunger as he heard your gasp. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin, savoring the sound. His fingers traced gentle patterns along your thighs, his touch both loving and possessive.
"You sound so beautiful when you gasp like that," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He moved closer, his tongue flicking out to taste you. "I've missed hearing every little sound you make."
Qifrey continued his ministrations, his mouth exploring every inch of you with devotion. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he worshipped your body.
"You're mine," he murmured between kisses. "And I'll never let you go again."
"Nngh...Qifrey...you sound...awfully possessive don't you think?" the words was meant as a tease, but you didn't know how coldly true that was.
How much close you were to the frightening truth, the years of being away from both witches without a single word. Days spent searching, it was enough...
To drive any man mad.
Qifrey's possessiveness flared at your words. He lifted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His hands tightened their grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully.
"No one else will ever touch you like this again," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. He leaned down to press a kiss against your core, his tongue delving deep into your folds. "You belong to me, (Y/n). Only me."
Of course, he knew that remark could have gotten him a scolding if a certain other witch were to bear witness to those words...
But right now, all Qifrey could think about was reclaiming you.
Reminding you of where you belong. Make you forget about any other poor fools that once had your attention or heart while you were gone.
For a split second, Qifrey replayed Markl's words. The ones that mentioned another, Sofian.
This isn't about him or Olruggio...it's me. My moment.
Qifrey let out a low groan at the sound of your moans, his own arousal growing almost unbearable. He pushed his tongue deeper inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with each thrust.
His hands slid up to grip your thighs, spreading them wider apart as he devoured you with a hunger that bordered on feral.
"Gods, I love how wet you get for me," he murmured, his tongue lapping at your juices hungrily. He shifted slightly, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder to gain better access.
At the new position, your eyes widened as you released another soft moan. The sensation of his tongue moving deeper within your pussy, your head lulling back. Your (h/c) strands sprawling more across your bed.
Before you could even stop yourself, your usual self-absorbent and teasing ways melted with each flick of his tongue, your fingers reaching down, entangling into his white strains.
Qifrey's eyes darkened further at the way you tugged on his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands. He moaned against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His tongue swirled around your clit, teasing and flicking it mercilessly as he continued to feast on you.
"That's it," he purred, his fingers digging into your thighs as he held you steady. "Keep pulling my hair like that. I love it when you get rough with me."
Qifrey's control began to unravel as you tugged harder on his hair, your moans and gasps driving him wild with desire. He growled against your folds, his hips bucking involuntarily against the bed.
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue lashing against your clit with relentless speed and precision. His hands moved to grip your ass, pulling you even closer to his face as he devoured you hungrily.
"Fuck- yes! You taste so good! Gods I love you so much I love you- I love you- I love you- I love you- I love you-"
Qifrey's confessions of love spilled from his lips between licks and sucks, each word dripping with adoration and obsession.
His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks as he held you impossibly close. He could feel your walls tightening around his tongue, a sure sign that you were close to climaxing.
He lifted his head for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His face was slick with your juices, his lips swollen and red from eating you out. He licked his lips slowly, savoring your taste on his tongue.
"Cum for me baby, cum for your beloved."
Qifrey watched with rapt attention as you came undone for him, his eyes drinking in the sight of your pleasure.
"Hah...hah!-...Q...Qifrey!"
Your body trembled and shook beneath him, your moans and cries of his name filling the room like a symphony.
Qifrey groaned loudly, his own arousal throbbing painfully at the sight of you in ecstasy.
He continued to lick and suckle on your clit through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure as long as possible. His fingers tightened on your ass, holding you steady as he rode out your climax with you.
When you finally came down from your high, he reluctantly pulled away, his face still glistening with your juices.
Qifrey sat back on his heels, his chest heaving with exertion. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you.
Your body was flushed and trembling, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He reached out to gently stroke your cheek, his touch tender despite the hunger still burning in his gaze.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice husky and rough. "You always cum so beautifully for me. But I'm not done with you yet."
Qifrey leaned down to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste your skin again. "I need to feel you around my cock."
He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, down to your neck, shoulders, and finally, your breasts. He had you pinned against the bed in your bedroom of your castle, showering you with kisses and soft touches, clearly wanting to savor every moment of your reunion.
He pulled back for a moment to look at you, his eyes darkening with desire. "I missed you so much my dove," he murmured, his hands sliding up your thighs. "You have no idea how lonely I was without you...Olruggio...he was as well.."
He quickly undressed himself and settled between your legs again, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. "Promise me you'll never run away again," he whispered, slowly sliding into you.
Cheeks flushed deeply with fever, half lidded gaze fixated on the drunken in love witch that loomed over you. "Qifrey..." his name slipped past your swollen lips, your mind clouded with pleasure.
Such a cloudy manner made you incapable to truly understand the meaning to the promise he wanted you so desperately to speak.
Qifrey groaned softly as he pushed deeper into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He started to move slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside you again after so long apart.
"Promise me," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "Promise me you'll never leave me again. I can't bear the thought of losing you."
He leaned down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as he began to pick up the pace, thrusting into you harder and deeper with each movement.
His blue eye fixated on your (e/c) ones, his fingers sliding up your breast, to your throat before moving up past your ears before smoothly wrapping a handful of your (h/c) strands and pulling your hair making you lulled your head back.
"Promise your beloved."
It was no longer a request, it was an order laced in pleasure.
And within the heat of the momentā
"I...I promise..."
Qifrey's body was hot against yours, his skin slick with sweat as he claimed you once more; He let out a shuddering breath at your words, his eyes closing in relief.
He began to move faster, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency.
"Good girl," he praised, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. "You're mine, (Y/n). Mine forever. I won't let anyone take you away from me again."
Qifrey leaned down to suckle on your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive buds as he continued to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with his low moans and your soft gasps.
He pulled back to look at you again, his eyes filled with a mix of love and obsession. He reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So perfect for me. I'll never get enough of you."
One thing that Qifrey knew was your weakness when it came to praising...
He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. He could feel you tightening around him, and he knew you were close.
"Cum for me, my love," he commanded softly. "Let me feel you come apart on my cock."
Qifrey pulled your hair once more, forcing your head to lull back allowing him to attack your nape with feverish kisses and suckling making sure to leave behind traces of markings.
The way his cock plunged continuously into your sweet spot, your heart pounded against your ribcage unable to hold yourself back much longer.
Sensation of the tight knot forming within your lower abdomen just as it abruptly loosened, you were unable to stop the breathlessā gasp moan that ripped from your lungs.
"Qifrey-"
Qifrey groaned again as you obeyed, your walls clenching around him as you came. He didn't stop, though, continuing to thrust into you through your orgasm. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, to make you feel so good that you'd never even think about leaving him again.
He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, and he buried himself deep inside you, spilling his hot seed with a low, possessive growl.
"Mine," he panted against your lips. "All mine."
His fingers releasing your hair, the two of you heaved with difficulty of catching your breathes after the shared orgasms.
Qifrey gently began to comb his fingers through your strands, his eye fixated on yours that were half lidded.
The witch felt accomplished yet still yearning for more, more of you, more of your attention...your love.
It felt like he was a man drenched within the middle of the dessert that only had a cup of water but needed more to survive.
And if it meant drowning to finally have you fully...
"(Y/n)..."
Then he would happily drown with no hestation if that meant keeping his bird in its cage.
"Before you left I know you felt the same as I did, even if that meant I had to share you with Olruggio before..." his fingers moved towards your cheek, his knuckles brushing against your still burning skin.
A soft inhale broke past his lips as he was preparing himself to continue, "But I know you love me and that promise you just spoke..." his eye scanned over your flushed, pleased features before he spoke the last words.
Leaning closer, his lips brushing against yours as he brings you into a soft passionate kiss; once his lips were pulled just barely awayā
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Closing the door behind him as he carries you back into your bedroom within the Warship; He cupped your face again, more tenderly this time. His scarred eye softened with love.
"I'll spend every day showing you how sorry I am. How much I love you."
His other hand moved to your waist, drawing you closer to the bed. "Will you let me start now?...I only start when you want me to."
Your heart pounded against your ribcage, this wasn't the first time. Yet for some reason you felt your nerves spiked as if it was. Has being away from him for months really do this?
"If you really want to prove how sorry you are...then show me."
A shudder ran through him at your words. His eyes darkened with intense desire and devotion. "You've always been my wife." He whispered fiercely. "Even when I was too stupid to act like it."
He guided you down onto the bed, following your movements. His hands trembled slightly as they framed your face.
"My beautiful wife. My Sunflower."
He hovered over you, drinking in your features like a man dying of thirst. His lips brushed yours softly.
"I love you. I've never stopped loving you." His voice cracked with emotion. "I'll spend eternity making it up to you."
His fingers traced your jawline, then down your neck, remembering every sensitive spot he'd once known by heart.
He pressed kisses along your neck, lingering at your pulse point where he could feel your heartbeat. His hands moved to your shoulders, gently pushing your robes aside.
"Can I take these off?" He asked huskily, looking up at you with reverent eyes. "Let me worship you properly."
His hands moved with reverent care, sliding your robes off your shoulders. His breath hitched at the sight of your bare skin. Long months had passed, but you are was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He kissed down your collarbone, worshipping each inch revealed. His fingers traced your curves with awe.
"My goddess." He murmured against your skin. "I've dreamed of this moment."
His hands continued their journey, caressing your breasts through your wraps. He groaned softly at their familiar weight.
"I've missed touching you like this." He confessed, his voice thick with desire. "Missed hearing your breath catch."
He moved to remove your wraps, pausing to look into your eyes for permission again.
His eyes darkened further with lust and relief. With trembling fingers, he carefully untied your wraps, letting them fall away. His gaze devoured your naked form.
"Perfect. Still perfect." He breathed, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
His hands finally fully touched your bare skin, roaming possessively over your breast, your waist, your hips.
He broke the kiss only to trail kisses down your body, paying special attention to your breasts. His tongue circled one nipple while his hand massaged the other.
A soft gasp escapes your lips, your back arching ever so slightly against the mattress.
"Still sensitive here." He smirked against your skin, remembering how you'd squirm. "Just as I remember."
His other hand slid between your thighs, testing your wetness. "And still so responsive to me."
A growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest at finding you already wet for him. He circled your clit with practiced fingers.
"So wet already, love. For me." He looked up at your face, watching your reactions intently. "Let me pleasure you..."
His fingers began to work you expertly, knowing exactly how to build your pleasure.
Fingers shakily curling against his shoulders, a poor attempt to grasp and anchor yourself at the sensitive bud being played with. "F...Fuck..."
His golden eyes gleamed at your curse. He increased the pressure slightly, adding a teasing thrust of one finger.
"That's it, darling. Let go." He purred, adding another finger. "Let me hear you properly."
Two fingers curling and thrusting inside of your gradually wet slit, the sensation of friction after months of separation was enough to make your thighs tremble. "Hah...hah!"
His thumb found your clit directly now, rubbing in tight circles as his fingers curled inside you.
He moaned against your flesh, the vibration sending more pleasure through you. His tongue lapped at your clit while his fingers maintained their rhythm.
"You taste divine." He murmured between strokes. "Like honey and my favorite sake." His free hand gripped your hip, holding you in place as he devoured you with renewed hunger.
He could feel you trembling, your walls fluttering around his fingers. He redoubled his efforts, determined to make you come undone first.
"Cum for me, Sunflower. Let me taste your release." His voice was commanding yet pleading. "I need to feel it."
His tongue moved faster, his fingers pumping harder, wanting to hear you scream his name again.
Your head lulled back, fingers tangling in his long strains. "Fuck...!"
A triumphant hum escaped him at your cry. He maintained his pace, wanting to draw out your orgasm as long as possible.
"Z...Zuko! I-Im-" your breath- your voice caught in your throat as your walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers.
A breathless inhale breaking through your lips as your hips shuttered and raise, your legs locking around Zuko's head only bringing his face closer to your now spasming cumming slit.
But the motion didn't scare the Fire Lord, instead he leaned towards you impossibly more. Lapping up your juices that spilled from around his fingers.
"That's my name. Scream it louder." He commanded against you, not stopping his ministrations. "Let the whole ship know who you belong to now."
He finally slowed as you came down, but didn't stop completely. He gently lapped at your sensitive clit, helping you through the aftershocks.
"Still mine." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Always mine."
He moved up your body, caging you with his own, his hard cock pressing against you. He captured your lips in a possessive kiss, letting you taste yourself on him.
"I need you." He admitted roughly, grinding against you. "Need to be inside you. Now."
"Zuko...I need you..."
His eyes blazed with need and relief at your words. He reached down to position himself at your entrance.
"You have me." He promised, his voice thick with emotion. "All of me."
With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside your tight heat. He groaned deeply, the feeling of being home again overwhelming him. He paused for a moment, fighting to control himself.
"Spirits, you feel incredible." He panted, forehead pressed to yours. "Better than I remembered."
His hands gripped your thighs, holding your open as he began to move with deliberate, deep strokes.
A breathless gasp burst from your lips, you shakily covered your lips trying to subdue your moans.
He chuckles lowly again at your action, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
"No covering your sounds." He commanded firmly, thrusting harder. "I want to hear every gasp, every moan."
His hips snapped against yours with increasing force, each thrust reaching deeper
He released one wrist to grip your hip again, tilting you slightly for a better angle. His pace became punishing, each thrust punctuated by a grunt.
"My beautiful wife. My (Y/n)...." He panted between thrusts, the word 'wife' falling from his lips possessively. "My perfect wife who still takes me so well."
His hands gripped your hips tightly, trying to contain his emotions. Months of pent-up longing surged through him as he moved.
"I missed you," he whispered hoarsely against your neck, breath hot and ragged.
"Zuko..."
His scarred eye darkened with desire at the sound of his name from your lips. He thrust deeper, one hand sliding up to grasp your (h/c) hair.
"Say it again," he demanded in a low growl, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Say the name of your husband."
You gaze into his eyes half lidded, the only light within the room was the moonlight through the curtains.
"Zuko...my love...please..."
His control shatters. With a low, possessive sound, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his hips moving faster. Months of denial and longing ignite into a primal need as he pins you beneath him, taking you with a hunger that leaves him almost feral.
His hair spills around you both like a dark curtain as he deepens the kiss, tasting you hungrily. His hands roam your body, memorizing every curve and contour he once knew so well. He breaks the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving marks of possession.
"Hah..hah..." your head lulled back arching against his open mouth kiss
He groans against your skin, the sound vibrating through his chest. The sound of your pleasure drives him wild. He sucks a hickey into your neck, marking you with his teeth as his pace becomes almost brutal.
He wants to leave a trail of evidence all over you, a testament to the months of restraint and denial finally coming undone in this single night.
"Z...Zuko...keep going like...that!"
He curses under his breath at the sound of your declaration, feeling his own control unraveling rapidly.
His hips snapping against yours with bruising force.
Zuko's cheeks flushing darker as heat began to overcome him in the growth of his pleasure, his firebending activating at its height causing smoke to roll off of his overheating body.
The steam only heightened his pleasure, his firebending responding to his intense emotions. He felt the heat building between them, the air growing thick.
"Yes, scream for me." He growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Let me feel you burn with me."
His fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, determined to make you cum with him this time.
The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushes him closer to the edge, but he fights it back, wanting to see you come apart first. He leans down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, hungry kiss.
The combination of his cock pounding you and his fingers on your clit pushed you closer to the edge. His control was slipping, his own orgasm building rapidly.
"Cum with me, love. Now." He demanded through gritted teeth, his hips stuttering.
"Let me feel you squeeze me."
His body tensed, ready to explode as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
"Hah...hah! Z-Zuko!"
Your walls clenched around him as you cummed again, triggering his own release. He buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a cry of your name.
"(Y/n)!"
The room filled with even more steam as his fire erupted fully, his climax causing a small fire to ignite nearby candles. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.
He continues to move, riding out both your orgasms with ragged breaths. His hips slow to a stop, his cock still buried deep inside you, twitching occasionally as he empties himself.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the slick sounds of his cum leaking out of your pussy.
His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. A mix of emotions swirl in his eyes - desire, longing, regret, and something softer that he doesn't want to name.
"You're still so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.
A soft smile stretched across your lips, "And you're still as perfect as the day I fell for you..."
His heart clenches at your words, the reminder of their past together hitting him like a physical blow. He swallows hard, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone.
"Only for you," he admits quietly, the confession slipping out before he can stop it. He shifts, moving to lay beside you, pulling you against his chest. His arms wrap around you possessively, holding you close as if trying to make up for lost time.
He holds you tighter, his chin resting on top of your head. The scent of your hair and skin fills his senses, making his heart ache with a bittersweet nostalgia. He runs his fingers through your hair, the familiar gesture bringing back memories of countless nights spent just like this.
He fights back the urge to confess everything - how much he missed you, how much he regretted letting you go, how much he still loves you.
The silence between you is heavy with unspoken words. He can feel your body relaxing against him, your breathing slowing down as you tried to catch your breath.
He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his own eyes growing heavy with exhaustion and emotion. He knows this moment can't last forever - that tomorrow will bring reality crashing back down on them. But for now, he allows himself to hold you close, to pretend that everything is as it should be.
"Zuko..."
Your softly panting voice brushed past your lips not minding how sore your throat currently felt.
Before he could respond, Zuko gritted his teeth as he inhales sharply through his teeth feeling the sudden controlled rush of blood rising to his cock forcing it to hard once more.
Chest heaving, cheeks flushed as more smoke began to rise from his flesh as you draped one leg on the otherside of him and straddle him.
"Hah...hah...hah...Sunflower wait...let me recover-"
Zuko panted, cheeks flushed as you bore your (e/c) eyes down at him. Palms resting on his sweat glistened chest before you slowly dragged your palms to his throat.
Slowly wrapping your fingers around his throat, your flushed face moving down to brush your lips against his chin as you used your blood bend to force his hardened cock to rest at your slick entrance.
"I'm not letting you go that easy tonight...consider this as your punishment."
The night was calm enough to fool you into forgetting what you came for.
The yacht cut through the water with slow, steady confidence, the deck beneath you humming faintly with each shift of the waves. Arcadis gleamed behind you, skyscrapers stacked like teeth, their lights trembling across the black surface of the sea. The outside balcony den where you sat was low to the deck, cushioned, open to the air, the rail just high enough to keep the world at bay. A bottle of wine sat on the little table between you and Viktor, the glasses mostly forgotten now, beads of condensation slipping down their stems.
You'd meant to stay sharp. You'd come to dig. To press him, to corner him, to see if his mask of philanthropy slipped just enough for you to peek beneath. Instead you were stretched out half-nude across the cushions, his jacket somewhere behind him, his tie loose, his shirt undone at the throat, and those eyes ā that impossible blue ā fixed on you like he'd never seen anything else worth looking at.
"I can't keep my hands off you when you're near, Š¼Š¾Š¹ Š»ŃŠ½Š½ŃŠ¹ ŃŠ²ŠµŃ," he murmured, his accent bending the words into something rougher, more dangerous.
You tried to smile, though your chest pulled tight. "You never do."
"Should I pretend otherwise?" His grin was brief, almost boyish, but it didn't touch his eyes. His eyes stayed hot, steady, and far too focused on you.
You shifted, trying to reclaim an inch of distance, but his hand was already there, sliding over your ribs, thumb sweeping idly as if every curve of you belonged to his memory. The touch wasn't hurried. It wasn't clumsy. It was studied. A man building a map.
"Viktorā" you started, but the word snagged when his mouth pressed to your chest, warm and deliberate.
"Shh." He didn't lift his head. "I'll listen later. For now I want you."
The way he said it was too plain, too casual, and somehow that made it worse. He wasn't hiding behind riddles or charm. He was telling you flat what he meant, what he was doing, and that his hunger mattered more than your questions. His mouth traced slowly down, each pause sending a quake through you, each scrape of teeth making your breath stumble.
You knew better than this. Knew better than to lie here and let him. Knew better than to want it. But your body betrayed you, tilting toward his hand, loosening when he touched your hip, shivering when his knuckles skimmed lower.
You wanted to say no. You wanted to remind yourself of your mission, your enemies, the names you had written down and crossed through.
But as soon as you felt his lips meet your warmth, your thoughts were now feeding the midnight breezeā forgotten within the wind and never to be grasp.
His tongue delving within the moist warmth between your folds, his fingers pressingā digging into the skin of your thighs allowing him to spread your thighs more. Giving his tongue the needily hungry access he craved for like a dehydrated man that craves for nectar.
Instead you let your fingers slide into his hair, soft and thick, and you breathed his name like a secret you weren't supposed to tell.
He didn't rush. He never did. He worked you open with patience that bordered on cruelty, his tongue deliberate, his mouth unyielding.
He learned the angles of you like a man memorizing coordinates, and when you begged, when your voice cracked, when your hips rose without permission, only then did he shift faster, deeper, ruthless in his worship.
Viktor's jaw moved in synce with his tongue, his piercing blue eyes fixated on your features that twist with pleasure. Your eyelids fluttered shutā lips agape, your head titling back with your chin raised.
It was an image that will be burned into his mind for eternity.
Viktor's throat released a string of growls in approval as you spread yourself wider, granting him unrestricted access to your dripping core. He doubles his efforts, tongue swirling around your cl*t before delving deep to fuck into your channel, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, flicking motions designed to drive you wild with pleasure.
"That's it, baby...ride my face. Use me for your pleasure."
He purrs against your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your sensitive nerves. Two fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of your tight heat as his thumb circles your cl*t, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, (Y/n)...my beloved..... I want to feel you gush on my tongue as you scream my name..."
You shattered in his hands, gasping his name, nails catching on his shoulders. The stars above you blurred, the city lights smearing into streaks of white and gold. He held you through it, greedy for each tremor, whispering your name like he owned it.
Viktor moans in masculine satisfaction as he feels your release gush over his tongue, your honeyed nectar the sweetest ambrosia. He laps at your spasming p*ssy hungrily, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your quaking body.
"That's it, my love...come for me, soak me with your essence." He growls against your flesh, his fingers pumping steadily, curling to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. He suckles your cl*t mightily, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue as he works you through the aftershocks, coaxing out a second, smaller peak.
"You taste divine, Š»ŃŠ±ŠøŠ¼Š°Ń. I could feast on this sweet c*nt for hours and never have my fill..."
When the wave broke and you sagged, he came back up, braced above you on strong arms, his shirt untucked, his chest heaving. That smile again, tender and infuriating, broke you worse than the climax. You reached up to touch his cheek without thinking, your thumb brushing the curl that had fallen across his brow.
"Use me," he said softly, his voice hoarse. "Use me until you realize you can't live without me."
The words sank like stones. You hated them. You hated that they warmed something in you anyway. You pulled him down and kissed him hard, tasting wine, salt air, and his own unbearable devotion.
It spiraled. Fast. Hungry. His growl vibrated in his chest as he lifted your legs around his waist, pinning you back into the cushions. The yacht rocked with the weight of it, wood creaking faintly.
"I need you," he breathed against your mouth. "I need this. I needā"
He couldn't finish, and he didn't have to. The rhythm of his body told the rest. You clung, dragged him closer, kissed him until you couldn't breathe, until the line between need and survival blurred. He kissed every sound out of you, every plea, every laugh, every gasp.
"Tell me what you want," he urged in a low growl against your ear.
"You," you answered before you could stop yourself.
The noise he made in reply was wrecked, and he moved like a man undone. His hand found yours, threading fingers tight, clothes tosses to the floor as if it was nothing more than a past thought.
Viktor heaved heavily, his pupils dilated at the desire to feel your body again; it wasn't going to be like the first time...with him in a mask, you moaning a secondary name...
This will be all him, as himself, as Viktor.
No masks.
No hidden identity.
No lies.
Viktor grabs your hips, positioning himself at your entrance. He looks down at you, his eyes burning with lust and affection.
"I've waited so long for this," he murmurs. "To finally be with you, to claim you as mine."
With a single thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your walls stretching to accommodate his size.
He groans, his head falling forward as he savors the feeling of being inside you. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he pants. "So perfect."
He starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he loves you with his body.
He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his love and passion into it.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, my love," he murmurs against your lips. "I'm going to worship every inch of you."
His thrusts become faster, harder, driving you closer and closer to the edge. The cushioning on the settee shakes beneath you, cushions scattering across the floor. He reaches between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.
Viktor groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as you moved against him. "Fuck, (Y/n)..." He muttered, his control slipping. "You're going to be the death of me." He said, before lifting your hips up angling his hips to bury his c*ck even deeper in one smooth motion.
Viktor growled, his control snapping at her desperate pleas. He gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he began to pound into you, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
The slick-swollen tip of his c*ck repeatedly stroking the bundle of nerves inside of you that was enough to have goosebumps break across your limbs like wildfire.
"Viktor!...Ah fuck!"
"C*m for me, (Y/n)," he commands. "I want to feel you c*m on my c*ck. I want to hear you scream my name."
He leans down, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples.
He sucks hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. The dual stimulation is too much, and you feel your orgasm washing over you. Your back arches, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cry out his name.
"Viktor! Yes, yes, yes! I'm c*mming!"
Your inner walls clamp down around him, pulsing and squeezing his c*ck. He groans, his hips stuttering as he follows you over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, his hot seed filling you up.
Viktor pants, collapsing on top of you. He nuzzles into your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.
He watched you when you broke apart again, his mouth chasing your tear, his voice whispering your name like an oath.
The careful rhythm unraveling into desperate disorder, his mouth crushed to yours until you couldn't tell which ragged breaths belonged to you.
The quiet afterward felt fragile. The sea lapped gentle against the hull. He stayed above you, weight braced, head bowed to your neck, breathing you in.
"I love you," he said into your skin, plain, no hesitation. "I've loved you for years."
You shut your eyes. Silence was easier. Safer. But your hand still slid to his temple, still touched him with a tenderness you shouldn't have given him.
He lifted his head, smiling that soft, terrible smile. "I'll take care of you. All of you. Even the parts you keep hidden."
Another kiss, slower, softer, until you felt yourself slip into something dangerously like safety.
That's why you didn't see his hand until it was on your throat.
It was casual at first. His palm cupping, thumb brushing the hollow where your pulse jumped. But then the pressure grew. Gentle became insistent.
"Round two already?" you tried to laugh, but it came out thin. "Can't we recover for a bitā"
"If the only way I can keep the darkness in you at bay is like this...fucking the evil senselessly outta you..." he said softly, "then that's what I'll do."
Cold spread through you. Every instinct lit up sharp.
"Viktor," you rasped, hands flying to his wrist. "You'reātoo tightā" for a moment your shadow instincts rose abruptly to yank Viktor off untilā
"Don't you fucking dare."
Your body froze.
Staring down at you, was a dangerous blinding lightā the ringing in your ears barely hearing the lasers heating up from his gaze; preparing to burn you-
Laser eyes...
"V...Viktor..."
His eyes. God, his eyes. They were wrong now. Not just blue. Brighter. Harder. A glow that felt seared into your memory, one you had only ever seen on rooftops, in alleys, in the blur of sirens when Invictus stood above you, silent, terrifying, unknowable.
It hit you like ice water.
The way the light burned at the edges. The steadiness. The truth.
Invictus.
Your enemy.
And he knew.
His other hand stroked your cheek almost tenderly, as though to soften the fact that he was crushing the breath out of you.
"Don't fight me. If you try, I'll kill you right here."
Your lungs screamed. Your vision sparked at the corners. Your body twitched between fight and collapse.
"Don't look at me like that," he whispered, his voice steady but edged with something fractured. "We've both lied. Both fought each other blind. Penumbra. Invictus." He spoke the names like curses. Like truths he could no longer deny.
"I forgive us," he added. "But forgiving doesn't change what I am."
The grip tightened. Not to kill. Not yet. Just enough to leave you struggling on the edge, too weak to fight, too helpless to stop him.
"I feel terrible for hurting you," he went on, his tone disturbingly calm. "But I forgave myself. You bled me. I bled you. And still here we are."
Your nails dug at his wrist, desperate, useless. His mouth brushed the corner of yours with absurd tenderness.
"It's going to be okay," he murmured. "My sun. My moonlight. My eclipse."
The last word blurred at the edges as your vision tunneled. The world shrank to a point of blue fire and his hand locked on your throat.
Your fingers slipped weakly from his wrist. You tried to push, to speak, to do anything. Nothing came.
"There you are," he whispered when he saw your surrender. His eyes glowed bright, the pilot lights of something inhuman, the lasers of the man you'd fought a hundred times in the dark. The man you hated. The man you'd almost killed.
And now, the man who had always been Viktor.
Your eyelids fluttered. The last thing you saw was that blue glow, undeniable, merciless, and the truth written in it: he was Invictus, and he knew you were Penumbra.
Your body gave in. Your eyes rolled back. Darkness crashed over you.
Viktor exhaled hard, a sound breaking out of him like relief and despair twisted together. He eased you down against the cushions, patting your hair with a crude, shaky gentleness, chuckling breathlessly as though he'd finally solved some impossible equation.
"It's okay," he whispered over and over. "It's okay... I'll fix you..."
The yacht rocked steady beneath you. The sea swallowed the sound. And in the quiet, his secret hung heavy, impossible to take back.
ā¦. filtered through the garden trellis, silver light spilling across the stone bench and the roses that climbed around it. Their scent hung thick in the cool night air, soft and intoxicating.
But not nearly as intoxicating as the man standing between your knees.
Invictus still wore his mask.
The sleek black hero mask covered the upper half of his face, hiding the identity he guarded so fiercely from the world. Yet the way his gaze burned into you made it feel as if he were completely exposed.
Completely vulnerable. Completely yours.
His gloved hand slid beneath your chin, tilting your face upward again as if he couldn't stop himself from looking at you.
"Say the word," he murmured again, voice rougher now.
"And I stop."
Your (e/c) eyes searched his mask, your heart racing in your chest.
"You keep saying that," you whispered, fingers curling lightly around the front of his suit.
"But you haven't moved away yet."
A quiet laugh escaped him.
"You make it very difficult."
Your lips brushed the edge of his jaw before you spoke again.
"Then stop pretending you want to."
That was the last thread of restraint he had left.
Invictus pulled you into him suddenly, capturing your lips again in a kiss that was far less controlled than the first. His hand slid into your (h/c) hair, gripping gently but firmly as he deepened the kiss, the garden around you fading into nothing.
Your fingers clutched at his shoulders as your body leaned into his warmth.
For a moment, the hero forgot everything he was supposed to be.
Forgot the rules.
Forgot the mask.
Forgot that you were the one person he was never supposed to cross this line with.
When he finally broke the kiss, his breathing was heavier.
His forehead rested against yours.
"You're trouble," he muttered again.
"Then why are you smiling?" you teased softly.
He was.
Even he seemed surprised by it.
His hand slid down your arm slowly before he stepped back half a pace. The motion made your breath hitch slightly as he sank down onto the stone path in front of you.
For a moment, you blinked in confusion.
Then his hands settled on your thighs.
Your breath caught.
"Invictus..."
Your voice came out quieter this time.
His masked gaze lifted to meet yours, something darker flickering in his eyes.
"You said you wondered what else my mouth could do."
Your fingers tightened in the fabric of your dress as he leaned forward slowly; Viktor could feel his pulse quickening seeing you beginning to move from straddling him to tugging at his hero suit.
I shouldn't...this is my best friend...she doesn't even know its me...
However those thoughts immediately vanished upon feeling the warmth of your palm against his clothed bulge.
"Take it off."
It was a command that didn't need to be repeated.
Almost as quick as his pulse; Invictus unclothed himself. As he goes to move his suit to the side- your hand reached to his mask until he swiftly grabbed your wrist.
Not enough to hurt but firm; Invictus held a soft smirk as a breathless chuckle escapes his lips. Planting a kiss against the underarm of your wrist where your veins lie.
He could feel how your pulse skipped a beat at the motion.
"Not so fast...it wouldn't be fun if all secrets got out tonight now will it?"
A knowing smile inched across your lips; of course he will no doubt make sure his identity isn't revealed.
Then again...you have more than enough ways to get his guard down.
You began to move yourself lower, continuing your motion from before. Invictus's arrogant grin flattered seeing your half-lidded (e/c) irises fixated on his even as your fingers ghosted against the length of his cock.
It wasn't long before he felt the wet warmth of the inside of your mouth was when his chest tightened; a shakily exhale brushed past his lips.
"Fuck..."
Your gentle suckling sends jolts of electricity straight to his core, stoking the flames of his lust higher. He rocks his hips forward, pushing more of his thick length past your stretched lips, relishing the feeling of your throat constricting around him.His fingers tightening in your hair to the point of pain.
He sets a brutal pace, fucking your face with deep, powerful thrusts. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth as he uses her throat ruthlessly, chasing his own pleasure.
"Keep taking it like a good...Shlyukha..."
The last word was whispered harshly to a point it was drowned out by your wet muffled gagging;
Invictus's eyes roll back in ecstasy as your throat spasms around his plunging cock, your desperate gags and the lewd wet sounds only fueling his sadistic lust. He can feel your tears and saliva coating his shaft, the slick friction driving him wild. "That's it, choke on it," he snarls, his balls slapping obscenely against your chin with each savage thrust,
Suddenly, he hilts himself fully, he grinds against your face, forcing you to swallow around his throbbing length.
Feeling his cock throbbing; he tightened his grasp on your hair then pulled your head back allowing swallowed gasps of air to break through your wet lips.
Before you could react, his hand wrapped around your throat. Raising you up with ease then before you knew it; you were no longer fully in control but your back against the blanket.
The first brush of his lips against your inner thigh sent a sharp shiver through you.
He was teasing. Deliberate.
Cruel in the most intoxicating way.
Your hand instinctively slid into his hair as your head tipped back slightly, breath catching when his lips trailed higher.
"Invictus..." you whispered again, your voice trembling.
He hummed softly against your skin in response.
The vibration alone made your fingers tighten in his hair.
And thenā
His head dipped between your thighs.
Your body jolted at the sudden warmth and attention, a soft sound escaping your lips before you could stop it.
The hero groaned quietly against you, the sound muffled.
Your breath hitched again as your fingers curled deeper into his hair for balance, your body reacting to the slow, deliberate rhythm he set.
"Careful..." you murmured weakly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Someone mightā"
Your sentence broke off when he deliberately continued, the motion making you gasp softly.
He pulled back only slightly, his masked gaze lifting to yours again.
"Let them," he said quietly.
Heat rushed through your body at the possessive edge in his voice.
Your head tipped back as the sensation built again, your grip tightening slightly as he continued, clearly enjoying every reaction he pulled from you.
Invictus growls in approval as you spread yourself wider, granting him unrestricted access to your dripping core. He doubles his efforts, tongue swirling around your clit before delving deep to fuck into your channel, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, flicking motions designed to drive you wild with pleasure.
"Keep doing that...use me for your pleasure..."He purrs against your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your sensitive nerves.
Two fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of your tight heat as his thumb circles your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Your fingers curled; tugged and gripped his hair more than before. Your breasts heaving against your dress that was practically already half off.
"O...Oh...fuckkk!-"
The gasp moan ripped through the garden as you felt your walls clenched and fluttered around his invading tongue and fingers.
It wasn't long until your warmth seeped through the folds of your slit drenching his lips and fingers.
Invictus merely doubled his efforts; lapping up and suckling even as your thighs spasm from the overwhelming sensation.
The night filled with quiet breaths, rustling roses, and the sound of the fountain somewhere in the distance.
When he finally pulled back again, his chest rose and fell slowly.
His lips brushed your thigh once more before he sat up.
But the moment he rose to sit up again, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down toward you.
Your lips crashed together again in another heated kiss.
This time it was you who refused to be gentle.
Your hands pushed his jacket from his shoulders as the kiss deepened, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly; pulling you to his lap once more.
Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.
The roses behind you shook as he pinned you gently against the trellis, his mouth moving along your neck now.
"Invictus..." you breathed.
He groaned softly at the way his name left your lips.
Your fingers tangled in his hair again as you whispered against his ear.
"Your turn."
He froze for half a second.
Then laughed under his breath again.
"You're going to destroy me," he murmured.
But he didn't stop.
Not even a little.
Instead he lowered you slightly, guiding your body closer as the tension between you snapped again.
Your back pressed against the trellis as his forehead rested briefly against yours.
His hands gripped your waist, guiding you as you positioned yourself over his hardening length.
You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as you felt his thick shaft pressing against your slit. You hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before slowly sinking down onto him.
"Fuck," you gasped, your eyes fluttering closed as he filled you completely.
You began to move, lifting yourself up and then sliding back down, your hips rolling sensuously. Invictus's hands tightened on your waist, his hips lifting to meet your thrusts.
"That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, his eyes locked on your bouncing breasts. "Ride me. Use me. I'm yours."
You leaned forward, your hands braced on his chest as you picked up the pace. Invictus reached up, tangling his fingers in the silky strands of your hair; pulling you down for a searing kiss.
The kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues tangling together as you continued to ride him. Invictus's hips thrust up to meet yours, your bodies moving in perfect sync. The sound of yours and his labored breathing and the slap of skin against skin filled the garden.
"That's my girl...keep going just like that..." Cheeks deeply flushed; lost in the moment to a point his mind went blank.
Invictus buried his face into the crook of your neck; his hot pants fanning over your flesh that was beginning to be coated in a soft layer of sweat.
"You're going to be the death of me, (Y/n)..."
Your nails dug deep into his back; the sensation of his cock stroking the bundle of nerves deep inside of you enough to cause a building coiling sensation within the lower pit of your stomach.
"I'm getting close. I'm going to..."
"That's it, (Y/n)," Invictus urged, his voice strained. "cum for me. I want to feel you come apart..."
His hand snaked between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles.
Your inner walls clamp down around him, pulsing and squeezing his cock. He groans, his hips stuttering as he follows you over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, his hot seed filling you up.
"Oh... fuck... I love you," he pants. He nuzzles into your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.
His arms wrapped around your waist; the sound of yours and his hitched breathing being the only thing that filled the empty garden.
"Invictus...can I...ask you something?"
A soft nod was given to him, he kept his lips against the nape of your neck. His eyes fluttered shut behind his mask. "Anything your heart desires..."
"How do you...know my name?"
The question was more than enough to break through his foggy pleasure mind; Almost immediately you could feel his body tensed against yours as you spoke once more.
Your soft moans filling his lips, his tongue entangling with yours in the heated kiss, fingers locked in his mid-length locks, The walk from the izakaya to Yoichi's apartment was a blur, Tokyo's neon lights streaking across the pavement like liquid fire.
He held your hand like a lifeline, fingers tight around yours, possessive, almost desperate. Every so often, his gaze flicked toward you, dark and hungry, the corner of his mouth tugged into a wicked, almost feral grin that didn't quite mask the storm churning in his chest.
Six years. Six years of wanting you, dreaming of you, craving you, losing you, regretting everything, and now ā finally ā he had you. He had you walking beside him, alive and real, in his arms again.
The moment the door shut behind you, his hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him before a word could escape your lips. The scent of the izakaya ā sake, grilled meat, and faint sweetness of your perfume ā clung to you, intoxicating him, making his head spin. He pressed his forehead to yours, panting lightly, brushing his lips against yours in teasing, hungry strokes.
"You... you have no idea how long I've waited for this," he whispered, voice rough, trembling on the edge of breaking. "Six years, (Y/n). Six years... and now I finally get you again..."
You shivered as his hands slid down to your hips, holding you impossibly close. His gaze roamed over you, dark, hungry, reverent, and his lips found yours again, kissing with a ferocity that made your knees weak.
Every kiss was a reminder of all the months and years he had been starved of you, each one a desperate claim on your lips, your body, your presence.
He was shameless, unapologetic, utterly desperate. His hands roamed freely, memorizing every curve, every line, every inch of you as if afraid he'd never get another chance.
You could feel the heat radiating from him, the hitch of his breath whenever your fingers grazed his neck, the shiver that ran down his spine when your lips parted under his.
"Yoichi..." you gasped between kisses, feeling the raw need pressing into you. "I'm right here..."
"I know," he breathed, voice cracking, low and broken. "But... I need you, Baby. I've been starving for this... for you... for everything about you."
He pressed you against the nearest wall, hands sliding along your back, over your sides, worshipping every inch as though it had been carved for him alone. Every sigh you made, every shiver, every small whimper fanned the flames inside him.
He leaned in, teeth grazing your earlobe, lips trailing along the sensitive skin of your neck, murmuring your name like a prayer.
"I've dreamed of this. You don't even know... how much I missed this," he groaned, one hand sliding around to cup your chest lightly, thumb brushing along the curve as he held you close. His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head, keeping your mouth his. "I need you. I want to worship you. I need to feel you... all of you."
Your chest tightened as his hands explored you, each touch reverent and hungry. The apartment blurred around you, fading into nothing but the heat, the scent of him, the feel of him pressed flush against you ā and the repeated, ragged whisper of your name, each one dripping with desire.
He pressed his forehead to yours again, lips brushing your jaw, whispering, "I can't... I can't wait any longer. I've wanted you... for so long... I'm going to drown in you if I don't have you now."
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, letting him pull you closer, bodies pressed so tight it felt as though the world had ceased to exist beyond the door. He shivered, lips hot against your neck, shoulder, collarbone, leaving trails of fire across your skin. His hands roamed with meticulous, worshipful precision, memorizing every curve, every line, every shiver that escaped you.
"I've missed this... missed you..." he groaned, pressing kisses along your chest, shoulders, jaw, lips and teeth alternating, marking you, claiming you, desperate and needy. "God, Baby... you're mine. I can't... I can't survive without you..."
It was then he was a yearning man lost to the heat. His large hands torn away at your dress that you had worn tonightā your bodies pressed against each other unable to even make it to the bedroom as his impatience rose to its peak. Making him settle on the couch.
Clothes discarded to the floor, his back pressed against the back of the couch. Straddling him, his fingertips bury themselves into your ass.
"I always knew that dress looked better when I take it off..." breathing out huskily, his eyes hungrily taking in your bodyā mature, perfect, his.
He yearned this body like a dog yearns for its tennis ball.
"Beautiful as the day I lost you..."
Deliberately grinding your slit against his hardened cock, feeling a hint of pleasure each time your clit would come into contact with his tip, smirking against the kiss as a small shuttered growl-like moan vibrated against your lips.
Pulling away from the kiss only for a moment until you were needily pulled back into the heated kiss, your mouth being captured by Yoichi's, the male slowly departing his lips, your lower lip between his teeth as he teasingly pulls it gently then released it making you pant gently once able to catch air back into your lungs.
Bucking your hips with a sly chuckle as Yoichi's grip tightened underneath your thighs, the man pulling your hips closer to his, he chuckled dryly, gazing down at you with a heated haze gloss over his irises.
Biting on your lower lip as excitement raked against your racing heart, removing your hands from Yoichi's locks, you placed your palms on his chest, gently pushing him on the couch until he lifts himself, sitting on the edge of the couch. Teasingly moving yourself down to settle between his legsā it was a sight that could make any man go insane.
Yoichi inhaled softly as you gazed up at him, deliberately dragging your tongue from the base of his cock to his tip, a smirk resting across your features.
"You know, you always said my mouth was lethal...let's see if you still agree..."
Feeling his heart began to pick up speed with lustful anticipation, his eyes were glued to your lips as you licked his swollen tip, making your tongue flat, you slowly swallowed his cock, inch by inch until his tip reached the back of your throat making Yoichi exhale shakily.
The man placed a hand behind him to hold his weight as he carefully brushes your locks back from your face and his hips, giving him a better look at your beautiful features.
Grasping the little inches you were unable to fit into your mouth, you slowly relaxed your throat then continued to take in his length, Yoichi hissed out lightly as he watches you silently.
Breathing from your nostrils, you slowly lift your head then back down purposely slow, bobbing your head at a slow pace, Yoichi bit the inside of his cheek as his fingers that rested on the couch curled slightly each time he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.
The more his length would go further into your closer, the more he felt your throat slightly squeezing around his cock, it wasn't until you began to bob your head at a faster pace that made him tilt his head back, his lips parting slightly as he moaned lowly.
"(Y/n)~... Damnit.. Your throat feels amazing..."
Chuckling out to bite back a moan, his fingers tangled more into your locks, his eyebrows furrowed gently as you sucked his tip only causing a pleasurable shiver to shoot up his spine.
"Ah-"
His hips bucked upwards taking you off guard slightly, recovering quickly, you continued to bob your head, your lips wrapped around his length, drool beginning to drip from your lips down his length only making it easier for you to deepthroat.
Having a moan vibrate from your throat only made Yoichi hissed out as he rolled his hips to your pace, tilting his head down to gaze at you as he bucks his hips to meet your pace, his finger gripping a handful of your locks as he begins to facefuck you.
"I...I can't hold myself if you keep looking like that..."
His onyx strains sticking to his forehead and face, as he gazed at you, slowly lifting your head until your swollen lips released his tip with a small pop making Yoichi's shoulder shudder.
Pumping your hand over his cock with a laugh, you kissed his tip while gazing up at him, "You have always been a flirt since we met..." your thumb rubbing over his tip, collecting the pre-cum from his cock.
"But we both know you are always sensitive during sex."
Before the other could protest, you didn't give him enough time until his cock was engulfed by your mouth, Yoichi's eyebrows twisted with pleasure as he gazed down at you.
Not going easy on the male this time around, you bobbed your head at a faster pace than before, sucking firmly around his cock your throat relaxed as you took as much as him as possible.
A shaky moan falls from his lips, sitting up slightly, the hand he had rested over the back of the couch made its way to the back of your head along with the other hand.
Dragging on hand to the side of your neck, his thumb brushing across your vein, his chest heaving gently as his hips bucked underneath your lips.
Your fingers danced lower to stroke along his perineum, before cupping his balls again, fondling them as you worked him towards his long-awaited release.
Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, it wasn't long until the walls of your throat were coated with spurts of his cum, Yoichi's body loomed over your head as he moaned breathlessly, his fingers shakily grasping your locks firmly as you continued to bob your head with a small hum as he slowly comes down from his high.
Once feeling his fingers slowly lifted from your scalp, you slowly lift your head then tilt it back as you gazed up at him, sticking your tongue out at him teasingly as you panted heavily revealing your coated mouth before closing your mouth swallowing the salty substance that made your eyebrows twist softly as Yoichi laughed.
"It's not good I assume."
Not giving you a moment to respond, Yoichi wrapped his fingers around your throatā pulling you back up to your feet and turning you around once facing you away from him, he grasped your hips, forcing you to have your knees on the couch making you grasp the back of it.
Your body pushed forward making your breasts touch the cooling surface against your nipples.
"Keep your hands on the couch, you are not to let go... If you do, you will earn one of these..."
Suddenly feeling a burning sensation against your ass cheek making you yelp from surprise, your fingers curled on the edge of the rock making Yoichi chuckled.
"Good job, Now for the main course..."
"What are you doing-- Ah!~"
Your lips hung open feeling the sudden sharp thrust once Yoichi's lined the tip of his cock with the opening of your slit, the man sheathed himself completely inside your warmth.
Humming out a soft chuckle, he gripped your hips as he rolled his hips, the couch creaking slightly with each thrust he gave you.
"...You are right about me being a flirt...You're right about every harsh truth you say about me...however..."
Yoichi felt his heart rampaging against his ribcage, he felt as if he could die he will be happy with the way your warmth welcomed him.
It was addictive.
"You do something to me that me wanna fuck the shit out of you."
His fingers grasping your ass firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he brought your hips to meet his sharp thrusts that were enough to make you nearly see stars.
"Definitely if that meant fucking you so damn good...you'll only remember my name...your body will only crave for me..."
Not that other bastard you went on a date with.
Your breasts that were pressed against the couch bounced slightly to his movement as one of your hands accidentally slipped from the back of the couch due to Yoichi's firm thrusting- warning with the man slapping your ass roughly.
"What did I say about letting go of the couch?"
"S-..Sorry!...A-Ah~ shit.."
Curling your hips as you shakily grasped the couch once again, you felt your heart racing against your ribcage, squeezing your walls around his cock making Yoichi released a low moan, resting the right side of your heated face against the couch pillows as your lips were left agape as his length ravish your insides.
Lightly rocking your hips with his as Yoichi's bounced your hips, making your slit hastily take his cock, sliding one hand to your closed fold, Yoichi used his fingers above his thrusting cock as he opens your folds giving him a better gaze at your soaked slit.
Mixture of your cum and spit already coating his shaft, glistening over his skin and veins, he chuckles lowly as he watches the droplets of sweat from your body bounce off your flesh from his thrusts.
"Let go of the couch."
Hearing his order, finally releasing the couch causing your fingers to burn by how desperately you gripped the couch, feeling Yoichi grab your forearms to pull your figure to his, your back pressing against his chest, a hand grasped your throat and underneath your chin firmly.
Feeling four of his fingers dig into your throat as his thumb slipped into your mouth causing a sharp moan to escape your lips, Yoichi other hand held your other leg up, his c*ck burying deeper into your walls.
The taunting words of Shin mentioning about you 'getting laid' by your date flashed across his mind, Yoichi's jaw tightened- his cock plowing through your swollen cunt at a more satisfying- rough state.
"Moan out my name... Fucking do it... I want to hear you say it... Say Yoichi."
"Y...Yoichi..'" You moaned out slightly slurred by his thumb until Yoichi removed his thumb from your lips, gripping your throat firmly as he leaned his lips against your ears.
"That's not what I wanted...Moan it out... loud."
"Yoichi! Hah...hah...Fuck!"
"Who's making you feel like this? Like a weak whore to his cock?"
"Y-You! Fuck~ You are, Yoichi!"
"Just look at you, pussy tightening around just by me calling you a whore? Is that what you like? Such a filthy mind... Now, if you want to cum... I want to hear you say my name, loud enough to move through these walls, Sweetheart."
His fingers squeezed around your throat more, inhaling sharply as you felt his cock moving deeper into your insides, his tip slamming repeatedly against your spot causing your knees to nearly buckle.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yoichi!~ Your cock feels...Amazing!"
As you released the loud shuddered moan, your walls tightened as you cum, your head tilted back as Yoichi continued to thrust sharply as your walls enclasp around his cock, grunting out a moan, he pulls his cock out, grinding it against your soaked folds as his cum coated your back.
Panting heavily to catch his breath, he slowly releases your leg letting it fall to the side, his grip slowly released your throat making you cough out weakly as air rushes back into your lungs, seeing your knees buckling nearly causing you to fall, Yoichi quickly wraps an arm around your waist, hosting you to his chest with a soft chuckle.
Yoichi buried his face into the nape of your neck, planting passionate kisses against your flesh with a smile; he soothingly palmed your hips- the male's stress finally being released; his playful laid-back demeanor bubbling back to the surface.
"I'll massage your body with oil then why don't I put a movie on for us?"
Feeling yourself being hoisted into his arms; Yoichi began to carry you from the couch towards his bedroom, gently placing you on the bed- you gazed up at him. "Wait the twins-"
"They are with Sakamoto, will it really be bad to let them be with them for one night?"
Silently looking at him as if weighing your opinions, you parted your lips to speak until he rested both hands on each side of youā his tattoos glistening underneath the light of the lamp within his bedroom from across. "(Y/n)...It's been six years...I don't deserve your time...I don't deserve you...I get that." his smile vanished, staring into your eyes longingly.
"Give me just this night...come on."
Your heart was racing boring your gaze into his, inhaling shakily. You cleared your throat after a moment. "Okay...Okay... besides I'm sure they are asleep by now."
A small smile came back across Yoichi's lips, capturing your lips into a small kiss he stood back up flashing you his usual playful closed-eyed smile. "Great! Then it's settled! I'll go run us a nice bubble bath and then I'll massage you while we watch a movie. Like old times' sake." he chimed, walking off to the bathroom no doubt over the moon.
The apartment was quiet, but the storm of six years of desire had finally crashed, leaving the two of you trembling, worshiping, and utterly undone. You silently gazed at the bathroom door hearing the water running, you pressed your lips together as you felt the old emotions beginning to attempting to rise to the surface but thenā
Your mind flashed to Gaku, your first date have been great. Not to mention the way he continued to text and call afterwards...
ą«¢ą¼ą¼ąæThe armored truck sat like a tomb in the alley, its engine long dead, its heavy steel walls sweating with condensation.
The silence outside pressed against your skull, the kind of silence that didn't invite peace but instead demanded you notice it. Every drip of water from a broken pipe above struck the puddle beside the rear tire with surgical precision, each one echoing louder than the last. Somewhere far off, a siren wailed, hollow and detached, like it belonged to a different world entirely ā a world that wasn't ending in three hours.
Inside the truck, the air was thicker, hotter, oppressive. The red emergency bulb overhead painted everything in a dim glow, making shadows stretch long and sharp against the steel panels. The air smelled of oil, dust, and the faint trace of leather from Dante's discarded jacket.
It was just the two of you. Two bodies. Two hearts. One world dangling on the knife's edge of oblivion.
Dante sprawled across the bolted bench with an arrogance that didn't quite match the tension in his body. His legs were spread, boots planted carelessly against the floor, his broad shoulders slouched in a mock-relaxed pose. But you knew better. His devil-blue eyes burned too sharply in the dim light, his jaw clenched too tight. His hands twitched restlessly at his sides, fingers tapping against the metal like they were itching for his sword or pistols.
The truth was simple: Dante Sparda didn't relax. Not when the clock was ticking.
"You know," he muttered at last, his voice gravel rough, deceptively casual, "I really should be out there. White Rabbit's not gonna kill himself."
The way he said it too light, too offhand betrayed the restless energy buzzing under his skin. He was a man born for battle, and waiting like this scraped against every nerve.
You tilted your head, kneeling in front of Dante resting between his spread thighs. "Three hours," you said softly. "You'll make it."
His smirk cut across his face, sharp but thin, brittle at the edges. "Three hours is nothing." His eyes gleamed. "World ends, sweetheart, and I'm in here playing cards with fate."
Your hands slid down, nails grazing over the firm muscle of his thighs through the fabric. He tensed ā only for a fraction of a second ā but it was enough to crack the mask. His body betrayed him faster than his mouth ever could.
Beneath the zipper of his pants, his c*ck was already straining, shameless in its urgency. His breath hitched, the faintest flinch breaking through his facade.
"You're not playing cards," you whispered, leaning close enough for your breath to brush his lips. "You're stalling. Waiting for someone to make you forget the clock."
For once, Dante Sparda had no smart comeback. His throat worked as he swallowed, eyes narrowing as if daring you to push him further.
You did.
With one smooth motion, you unzipped him and freed him, the heat of his body flooding the air between you. He was heavy, flushed, pulsing against your hand, every inch of him betraying the control he tried to cling to.
His head tipped back against the wall with a dull thunk, a hiss tearing through his teeth. "Sweetheart..." he warned, but his voice cracked like a gun misfiring.
You let your lips ghost over the swollen head of his c*ck, close enough for the brush of your breath to make him twitch. "Shut up, Dante," you murmured, low and commanding. "You don't get to talk until I tell you to."
You wrapped your lips around him in one slow, deliberate motion, swallowing inch by thick inch until your throat tightened around him. His groan was guttural, torn from deep in his chest, raw enough to rattle the steel walls.
"Fāfuck..."
His hands flew out, gripping the bench on either side of him, knuckles white. He didn't dare touch you yet, not without permission.
You hollowed your cheeks, dragging your tongue along the thick vein running beneath him. The wet, obscene sound of spit and suction filled the confined space, mingling with his ragged breathing.
You bobbed your head, swallowing around him until spit slicked your chin, until your throat burned with every gag.
He was wrecked already. His hips twitched, betraying the rhythm he craved but refused to take. His voice was a hoarse rasp, half-plea, half-warning. "Shit, baby, you're gonnaāfuckā"
You pulled back suddenly, his c*ck slipping from your lips with a wet pop. Saliva stretched in silver strands between you, dripping onto his shaft. His eyes shot open, dazed and pleading, hair clinging damp to his forehead.
"Tell me," you ordered, your voice a blade. "Tell me how much you want this."
He swallowed, throat bobbing, stubborn even now. "You already know."
Your nails dug crescents into his thighs, sharp enough to sting. You sank down again, harder this time, ruthless. His entire body jerked as you gagged around him, tears stinging your eyes. His hand shot to your hair, tangling tight, dragging a broken moan from him.
You pulled back again, spit dripping down your chin, and glared up at him. "Say it, Dante. Or I stop."
For once, the devil hunter who could mock gods looked undone. His chest heaved, his voice cracked.
"Iā" he choked, eyes wild. "I want it. I fucking need it. Need you, sweetheart. More than anything."
Satisfied, you swallowed him down again, rewarding his honesty with merciless rhythm. Your throat worked him over, lips bruising, tongue relentless.
His cries echoed off the steel walls, desperate, shameless. He snapped his hips forward at last, fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon.
"Fāfuck! I'm gonnaā"
You held him deep, throat constricting as he came undone. His body convulsed, his roar hoarse and broken as hot release spilled down your throat. You swallowed it all, refusing to let even a drop escape.
When you pulled back, gasping for air, his chest heaved like he'd been dragged through battle. Sweat plastered strands of silver hair to his forehead, his c*ck still twitching, wet with spit and release.
You licked your lips slowly, deliberately, and his eyes darkened again ā hunger reigniting.
Before he could recover, you shoved him back, his shoulders slamming against the steel floor with a heavy thud. His surprise flickered, but only for a moment. The need that replaced it was darker, hungrier.
You swung your leg over him, straddling his hips. Your soaked pussy ground against his still-hard length, dragging a groan from him so raw it vibrated in your bones. His hips jerked up instinctively, chasing friction, but you pressed your palm to his chest and forced him back down.
"My turn," you purred, lips brushing his ear. "And you're going to take it. Every second of it."
His smirk wavered, breath trembling. "Guess I'm yours to break, huh?"
"Not guess," you growled, biting down on his throat, hard enough to bruise. "Know it."
You tore his shirt off in one sharp motion, baring muscle and scars carved like history into his skin. Your mouth trailed down his chest, biting, claiming, marking every inch of him. His moans turned guttural, his fingers twitching at his sides. He wanted to grab you ā needed to ā but he didn't. He obeyed.
"Sweetheart..." he rasped, broken and desperate. "If you don't fuck me soon, I'm gonna lose my mind."
You smiled wickedly against his skin. "That's the plan."
You lined him up and sank down slow, taking him inch by inch until you were stretched to your limit by his cock. Dante's eyes rolled back, his head slamming against the wall of the truck with a guttural groan that sounded like it came from his soul.
"Fuck, (Y/n)..."
His hands broke at last, flying to your hips, gripping you like iron. You slammed down harder, riding him mercilessly, and his mouth fell open in awe and disbelief.
"Tell me again," you demanded, grinding down, stealing his breath. "Tell me how much you need me."
His voice cracked, a cry more than words. "I need youā¦ I fuckingā¦need you, baby, more than air, more than blood, more than anythingā"
Your pace turned brutal, your moans mingling with his curses. The armored truck shook under you, bolts rattling, steel groaning as if the metal itself bore witness.
"Good boy," you hissed, kissing him hard, teeth clashing. "Now break for me."
The rhythm turned savage, his dominant side clawing up as his hips thrust to meet yours with equal ferocity. But you shoved his wrists down, pinning him to the steel, your nails digging into his flesh.
"Stay down," you snarled.
He growled low, teeth bared, but obeyed. His entire body writhed beneath yours, desperate, hungry, but powerless. You rode him harder, faster, until your screams filled the truck, until his moans tore from him like confessions.
The heat coiled tight in your belly, unbearable. Your walls clenched around him, milking him, dragging him closer to the edge. His cries turned frantic, broken, his devil mask shattered.
"(Y/n)āI'māfuckā"
"Cum with me," you ordered, sharp as a whip. "Now."
The command ripped through him like lightning. His roar shook the truck, his entire body convulsing as he spilled deep inside you. Your orgasm slammed into you at the same moment, violent, shattering. Your nails raked down his chest, leaving angry red trails as your scream echoed with his.
Steel groaned. Bolts rattled. The armored truck itself trembled with the storm you unleashed.
The silence in the armored truck was suffocating, yet not in the same way it had been before.
Before, it was silence born of tension, of dread, of waiting. Now it was silence heavy with aftermath.
The air was wet with sweat and musk, thick enough to taste, hot enough that the walls themselves seemed to pulse with the ghost of your screams.
Your body sagged against him, every muscle trembling with the weight of release. His arms wrapped around you automatically, instinctively, like his body knew without thought how to hold you together when you felt like you were falling apart. His chest rose and fell like crashing waves beneath your cheek, his heartbeat hammering against your ear.
For a long time, you both just breathed. Nothing else. No words, no movement ā just the sound of lungs dragging air through the wreckage of your bodies.
When Dante finally spoke, his voice was ragged, rasped raw. "Sweetheart..." He swallowed hard, lips brushing your hair as he let out a broken laugh. "Pretty sure we just broke the truck."
You snorted softly against his throat, unable to help yourself. "Worth it."
His answering grin was lazy, slow to stretch across his sweat-slick face. He tipped his head back against the floor, staring at the trembling ceiling like it might collapse on the both of you. "If the world doesn't end in three hours," he muttered, "this truck's gonna fall apart first."
"Stop talking," you murmured, tracing your nails lightly across his chest ā not hard enough to sting this time, just enough to feel the rise and fall of him.
But Dante wasn't one to ever stop talking, not when silence gave him the chance to pretend he wasn't cracked open wide. His thumb brushed idle circles into your hip, slow, grounding, almost tender. He didn't even seem to notice he was doing it.
"You know," he said after a while, softer than before, "most people don't boss me around like that."
You lifted your head, smirk curling across your lips. "Most people can't."
His eyes burned, blue fire in the dim red glow. "Cocky."
"Confident."
He chuckled low, voice still gravel rough, chest vibrating beneath you. "Guess I like that."
His fingers slipped higher, trailing along the curve of your spine, not urgent now, not demanding. Just touching. Tracing. His eyes softened even as his smirk lingered, a contradiction only Dante Sparda could make look effortless.
"You ruined me in here," he said suddenly, voice dipping low, almost too low to hear. "Wrecked me worse than any demon has."
The confession sat between you both, raw and unguarded, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. He wasn't a man who gave words like that easily. He gave jokes, half-truths, bravado. But not this.
You leaned in, pressing your lips to his cheek, letting the quiet kiss speak what you couldn't.
Dante exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for years.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, smirk tugging back into place, fragile but stubborn. "Gonna make me think I'm getting soft."
"You're already soft," you teased, grinding your hips just enough to make his cock twitch again inside you.
He groaned, throwing his head back. "Christ, sweetheart... you trying to kill me before White Rabbit does?"
You smiled against his throat, pleased with the effect. "If you die here, at least you'll die happy."
He barked a laugh, shaking his head. "That's the problem. I am happy. Haven't been this..." He trailed off, searching for the word, eyes flicking up to meet yours. For once, no cockiness, no armor. Just honesty. "...haven't been this alive in a long time."
Your chest tightened, the weight of his words pressing deeper than his body ever could.
"Then stay alive," you whispered fiercely. "For me."
His devil-blue gaze locked onto you, searing, binding. For a moment it felt like the world outside really had stopped ā no sirens, no ticking clock, no ending. Just you and him, suspended in the belly of steel.
Dante chuckled, low and warm, but his eyes didn't quite match his tone. They lingered on you longer than they should have, his thumb still rubbing circles into his palm like he was working up to something.
Finally, he dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Alright, cards on the table. I'm not good at this... whatever this is. Talking. Feelings. The mushy crap." He grimaced, like the word itself hurt his tongue.
You folded your arms, arching a brow. "No kidding."
"Ha-ha." He smirked, but it flickered quickly, leaving something else behind. "Thing is, I've been thinking ā and yeah, I know, me thinking is dangerous ā but I keep going in circles about us. About..." He trailed off, eyes flicking to the floor. "About what happens when the dust settles."
Your heart gave a traitorous thump, but you said nothing.
He kept going, words spilling faster now, like he was running downhill with no way to stop. "I mean, look, I don't do relationships. Never have. My life's a mess ā demons, guns, late pizza tabs. I'm not exactly husband material." He gave a crooked laugh, then scratched the back of his neck. "Hell, I'm not even boyfriend material."
You softened despite yourself, watching him fumble.
"But you..." His voice dropped, rough, unsteady. "You make me think maybe I could be. Someday. Maybe not now ā we're both knee-deep in apocalypses and psycho rabbits and whatever the hell else is waiting around the corner ā but later. Down the road."
He paused, chewing his lip, eyes darting away again. "I don't even know what I'm trying to say. Just that maybe... when the world isn't burning, when we're not fighting tooth and nail every other night... maybe we could..."
His throat worked, and for the first time since you'd met him, Dante Sparda actually looked nervous. "...be something more than... not-dating."
The phrasing was clumsy, awkward, but the weight behind it landed all the same. His eyes flicked up to yours, vulnerable and boyish beneath the bravado, like he half-expected you to laugh in his face.
You didn't.
You leaned forward and kissed him, silencing the fumbling words on his tongue. It was soft, warm, certain ā everything he hadn't been able to say.
When you pulled back, a smile tugged at your lips. "We'll focus on that later. For now..." Your thumb brushed his cheek, gentle, grounding. "I think you have a date with the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland."
For a heartbeat, he just stared at you, stunned quiet. Then the smirk slid back onto his face like armor re-forged, arrogance snapping into place to cover the crack you'd just seen.
"Yeah," he drawled, pushing to his feet, tugging his coat into place. "Time to crash that tea party."
He paused only long enough to lean down and press one more hard, final kiss to your lips, his grin breaking against your mouth. "Save the world, grab some pizza, then..." His eyes burned bright with mischief. "Round two for victory."
And with that, Dante Sparda was gone, boots pounding against steel, coat flaring red as he burst into the night.
You stayed in the truck, lips tingling from his kiss, chest warm with words he hadn't been brave enough to finish.
Arrogant bastard.
But yours.
At least that's what Dante wholeheartedly believes
You on the other hand...knew better than otherwise.
"Oh shit..."
Muttering to yourself with an exhale fixing your clothing, an amused dry laugh escaped your lips. You could already sense the blue eyed glare of a certain other demon...no doubt furiously and impatiently waiting for you.
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Enjin groaned low in his throat as your nails dragged down his back, leaving faint red trails across the inked canvas of his skin. The sting only stoked his hunger, making his muscles tense and tremble beneath your touch. His hips ground against yours with deliberate pressure, letting you feel the hard evidence of his renewed arousal pressing insistently against your core.
"Both options have their fuckin' appeal," he murmured against your ear, his voice rough with want, smoke-tinged and gravelly from years of cigarettes. His hot breath made you shiver, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw. "But right now...right now, sweetheart, I'm more interested in exploring uncharted territory. Every curve, every hollow of your delectable body...I want it all."
His calloused hand came up to cup your breast, thumb and forefinger catching your nipple, rolling and pinching until it hardened under his touch. You gasped, arching into him, your body begging for more even without words. A wicked grin curved across Enjin's mouth.
"I'll map you," he promised, voice dropping into a vow. "Commit every inch of you to memory. You'll be mine in ways no one else will ever fuckin' touch."
He dipped his head and sealed his mouth over the sensitive peak, sucking firmly, his tongue teasing in circles. The rough scrape of his stubble sent sparks of sensation across your skin. His other hand slid down, fingers tracing the slope of your stomach, lower, lower, until they slipped between your thighs. With no hesitation, he found your slick heat, fingers parting your folds and sliding through your wetness.
Your back arched off the mattress, a moan breaking free as his fingers toyed with you, spreading your arousal, pressing against your entrance. "Enjin..." your voice came out half-plea, half-warning, already undone.
He chuckled darkly, mouth still latched to your breast. "Tell me, my love...where shall I focus my attention first?"
Your head fell back against the pillow, (h/c) hair fanning out like a halo. Each stroke of his fingers, each pull of his mouth sent jolts of heat flooding through you. Breathless, you managed to pant, "Ahhhāā¦yes, just like that..." Your hips rolled shamelessly against his hand, grinding down to feel him deeper. You grabbed his wrist, dragging his hand lower until his palm pressed against your mound, possessive, claiming.
"Justā¦keep goingā¦" you whispered, your voice raw with need.
Enjin lifted his head, lips glistening, eyes dark with primal hunger. His tattoos stretched and shifted as his chest rose and fell, every line of him straining with restraint. He looked down at you, legs spread in invitation, your folds glistening in the dim light. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the sight, his expression turning almost reverent.
"As my lady commands," he purred, voice vibrating deep in his chest.
He began his descent, dragging his mouth over your body torturously slow. He kissed along the valley of your breasts, pausing to tease each one again, then moved lower, over the plane of your stomach. You trembled beneath him, every kiss leaving fire in its wake. When he reached the apex of your thighs, he inhaled deeply, growling softly as the musky scent of your arousal hit him like a drug.
"Fuckā¦," he rasped, before diving in without warning. His tongue split your folds, lapping at your nectar with hungry, possessive strokes.
You cried out, fingers immediately tangling in his blond Strains, holding him against you. "OH GODāEnjinā¦" Your hips bucked, grinding against his face, shamelessly using him. Your inner walls fluttered, aching to be filled, but his tongue drew you higher, circling your clit, plunging deep, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks that made your thighs shake.
Panting heavily, you reached down, spreading yourself wider, exposing every glistening inch of your p*ssy to his hungry gaze.
Enjin growled in approval, the vibrations thrumming against your clit. "That's it, baby...ride my face. Use me." His words rumbled into you, making your nerves spark.
Two fingers joined his tongue, thrusting into your tight heat, curling inside to stroke that secret spot that made you see stars. His thumb circled your clit relentlessly, pressure building with every second.
"That's it," he urged, voice muffled against your soaked flesh. "Cum for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you gush on my tongue, hear you scream my name while you break apart."
Your body couldn't take anymore. With a strangled cry, your back arched off the bed, your entire body seizing as orgasm tore through you. Your cunt clamped down hard on his fingers, rippling around them as hot waves of ecstasy consumed you. You gushed, your release flooding his mouth and chin.
Enjin moaned like a man starved, devouring everything you gave him. "That's it...soak me, baby. Give me everything." His fingers pumped steadily, curling again, his mouth sealing on your clit and sucking hard. The combination dragged another smaller climax from you, aftershocks crashing over your trembling body.
"You taste divine," he groaned between licks. "Sweetest nectar...I could feast on this cunt for hours and never be satisfied."
Before you could recover, Enjin shifted, rolling you onto your back as he climbed up. He kissed you fiercely, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Then, with another roll, he flipped the position so you straddled his hips. His hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding you into place.
"That's it," he growled, voice husky, pupils blown wide with desire. His cock stood hard between your thighs, thick and throbbing against your folds. "Take what you want, sweetheart. Use me for your pleasure."
You bit your lip, moaning softly as you felt the heavy press of him at your entrance. Slowly, savoring the stretch, you sank down onto his thick shaft.
"Fuck," you gasped, eyes fluttering shut as he filled you completely, stretching you wide.
Enjin's head fell back, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as your heat wrapped around him. His hands dug into your waist, grounding himself as you began to moveālifting and sliding back down, hips rolling sensuously.
"That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, his gaze snapping back to you, locked on your bouncing breasts, your flushed face. "Ride me...use me. I'm yours."
You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his tattooed chest, hair cascading down to tickle his skin. He reached up, tangling his fingers in your strands, yanking you down for a searing kiss. Your tongues tangled, messy and hungry, while your hips worked in sync, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"Enjin..." you gasped, breaking the kiss, your face flushed and glazed with desire. "I'm getting close. I'm going toā"
"That's it," he urged, his voice strained, veins standing out in his neck. "Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock. I want to fill you up again, mark you as mine."
His hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your cl*t and rubbing tight, rough circles. That was all it tookāyour body clenched hard around him as another climax ripped through you, leaving you shaking, crying out his name.
Still straddling Enjin, still shivering from that sharp, blinding high as his thumb circles your clit.
Your breath stutters. His does too.
"Look at me," he growls, the sound rough and wrecked. His blond Strains are a mess against his forehead, sweat beading along the ink on his throat and collarbone. His hands brand your waist, guiding the grind of your hips as if he can't bear a millimeter of space between you. "There you go...ride it, sweetheart. Use me."
You do, because there's nothing else you can doābecause the heat low in your belly hasn't gone anywhere, it's only building again. You lift and sink, roll and take, the head of his cock dragging along sensitive velvet and kissing that spot inside that makes your vision salt-white at the edges.
"Enjin," you breathe, breaking on his name. "Fuckā¦ā"
He reaches up, catches your mouth in a kiss that's all panting hunger and teeth, then breaks with a rasp. "Yeah. Say my name like that. Say it when you cum on me again."
His thumb returns to your clit and the world narrows to a pulse and a slick slide. Your thighs tremble. Your breath trips. You ride him harder, faster, chasing the heat. He meets you with sharp thrusts from below, every snap of his hips knocking a sound out of you you've never made before.
"Doin' so good," he pants against your throat, open-mouthed kisses dragging over your pulse. "So fuckin' pretty when you take me. Mineā" His voice roughens. "All mine."
The possessive rasp detonates in your nerves. Your spine bows. Pleasure surgesātight, electricāand breaks. You're gone with a gasp that turns into a cry, your pussy clamping around him in relentless spasms as sparks travel down your limbs. Enjin's hands fly to your hips and he holds you there, buried, groaning like he's been punched, riding out the way you squeeze him.
"Fuckākeep milking me like that," he grits, eyes blown wide and adoring and dark. "Sweetheartā"
He's shaking with restraint. You feel it in the tremor of his thighs, the tautness in his abs beneath your palms. He wants to let go. He doesn't. Not yet.
"I'm not done with you." The promise carries a delicious threat.
He rolls, sweeping an arm around your back once more and flipping you beneath him with effortless strength. The mattress dips as his weight cages youāheat and muscle and ink. Your legs open for him on instinct. He pushes back in with one smooth, devastating stroke that knocks your breath into a helpless whimper.
He pauses, buried to the hilt, forearms braced to keep his weight off you. For a heartbeat he just looks at you. Like he's memorizing you. Like he meant it when he said he'd map every inch.
"Look at you," he murmurs, voice husky and reverent. "Fuck...you're perfect." He cups your jaw, thumb stroking the corner of your kiss-swollen mouth. "Tell me you feel how deep I am."
You nod, too undone for words. He kisses your cheek, the bridge of your nose, your mouth. Then he starts to move.
Slow at firstādeep, thorough, a savoring stroke that drags along every nerve. You clutch his shoulders, nails marking the muscle there, and he shudders. He sets a rhythm that builds measured, then hungry, then relentless.
"Tell me what you need," he rasps, and he means it. It's in his eyes, in the gentleness hiding under the grind of his hips.
"Harder," you whisper. "Deeper. Please."
"Yeah?" His grin flashes, wicked and fond. He draws your legs up and over his shoulders, folding you open. The new angle is obscene, perfectāhe hits that spot with ruthless accuracy and your cry pitches high. He answers with a rough, low moan that vibrates against the inside of your thigh as he kisses it, teeth scraping lightly.
You feel him everywhere. The thick stretch. The heavy press. The friction exactly where you need it. Your hands slide down his back, over the hard ladder of his spine, to his ass. You anchor him and roll your hips to meet every thrust. He curses softly, praise tumbling out between breaths.
"That's it, baby, you're so fuckin' wetātaking me like you were made for me. Look at you, look at how you open for me. Sweetheart, I could lose my mind in you."
You already have. That pressure is back, hot as a brand, pooling low and rising fast. You try to warn him and only manage a broken noise. He knows, of course he knows. He slides a hand down and puts his thumb on your clit, firm circles in rhythm with his thrusts, not too fast, not too soft just perfect.
Your hands fly to his forearms, clutching. "EnjināEnjin, I'mā"
"Give it to me," he growls, thrusts turning fierce, focused. "Cum for me. soak me. I wanna feel you fall apart on me, wanna feel it while I'm buried in you."
You break on command. It slams through you, blinding and total. Your body bows, your mouth falls open, and you cry his name like a plea and a promise, clenching around him so hard he curses and nearly loses it. He keeps moving, working you through it, thumb never leaving your clit until the tremors soften and you're a wrecked, panting haze beneath him.
He doesn't chase his own finish yet. Instead, he slows, kisses your jaw, your throat, the center of your chest, the sweat-slick curve of your shoulder. His voice softens in your ear, praise given like worship.
"Good," he whispers. "So good for me. So fuckin' pretty when you break."
He nudges your legs down from his shoulders and guides you onto your side without leaving you, fitting behind you, spooning you, one arm under your head like a pillow, the other arm slung tight across your waist. He draws your top knee up and forward, opens you, and sinks deep again from behind. The angle is intimate and filthy all at once, the friction a velvet drag that makes your toes curl.
You whimper. "Enjin..."
"I got you," he murmurs, mouth on the hinge of your jaw. His thrusts slow and heavy now, like he wants to etch this into the bones of the night. "Say you feel how I'm inside you. Say you feel how I don't wanna leave."
"I feel it," you breathe. "Don't stop."
"Not gonna." His hand slides up, cups your breast, thumb brushing your nipple until it pebbles. The little shock that skitters through you makes him smile into your skin. "Sensitive. Cute."
He starts to edge youānot cruel, just carefulākeeping you right on that hot, humming ledge without letting you drop. He knows when to slow, when to grind, when to give you a single deep stroke that makes your breath stutter. Your fingers tangle with his where he holds your breast; he threads your hands together and squeezes like he's saying I'm here without words.
"Tell me when you want it," he says softly.
"Now," you gasp, unexpected tears stinging your eyes from sheer intensity. "Pleaseā¦nowā¦ā
"Yeah." He shifts you, guiding your joined hands down. Your fingersāhis fingersāfind your clit together, circling. He thrusts deep and sure and the double sensation detonates everything. You shatter again with a strangled cry, thighs shaking, body clenching around him in long, greedy pulses that drag a ragged groan from his chest.
He's close. You feel it in the way his rhythm falters, in the deep, helpless sounds he's no longer hiding. He pulls out, turns you, and hauls you into his lap on your knees, chest to chest, foreheads touching like a vow.
"Look at me," he says again, hoarse.
You do.
He sinks back in, slow, like the first time all over again, and your mouth falls open at the stretch. He rocks up into you, hands on your ass, guiding the bounce of your hips. Sweat shines on his collarbones; a drop slides along the curve of his throat and catches in the black linework there. You lick it away without thinking. He swears, eyes going darker, and his hands tighten.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he rasps. "You're gonna kill me."
"Never." Your smile is dizzy and wrecked. "Only keep you."
Something raw flashes across his faceāwant and relief and something bigger that he bites back like it scares him. He breaks the moment by kissing youāhard and sweet and almost gentle then breaks the kiss with a shaky laugh and speeds up, the slap of your bodies louder, wetter. Your name falls from his mouth like a prayer. His breath shortens.
"Where do youā" He stops, swallows, tries again. "Where do you want it?"
It takes a heartbeat to understand. The meaning sinks in and the answer is there immediately, hot and sure.
"Inside," you whisper at his mouth. āPleaseā¦ā
He groans like he's being dragged under. "Don't say please like that."
"Please, Enjin."
"Fuck."
He loses the last thread of control. His thrusts turn deep, fast, shameless. You cling, moaning against his mouth, gasping when he nails that spot just right. He's right thereāyou feel his cock thicken, the telltale tremor run through him and you tighten around him on purpose, milking him, coaxing.
"Cum for me," you whisper. "Give it to me. Be good and cum for me, Pup."
The nickname knocks a broken sound out of him. He slams deep and holds, buried, and the heat inside him spills overāthick, hot pulses you feel flooding you, flooding you, until it slips back out around the seal of him and paints your thighs. He gasps your name like he's praying into your mouth, every muscle locked. The sound of him, the heat of him, the way he shakes, pulls a final, sweet aftershock from you that flutters around him in little squeezes he feels everywhere.
Time stutters. Then slowly starts again.
He's still inside you when he sags forward, arms wrapping around you like he's going to keep you there forever. He breathes hard against your neck, kisses your pulse, laughs low and disbelieving.
"Holy shit," he mutters, voice wrecked. "Gimme a second or I'm never lettin' go."
You lean back enough to see his face. His hair is a wild tumble of blond Strains. There's color high on his cheeks, the wolf-sharp angles of him softened by the kind of happiness that has nothing to prove. You touch his cheekbone with your thumb. He turns his mouth to your palm and kisses it like it matters.
"Hey," you whisper.
"Hey." He smiles, lazy and lopsided, the kind of grin that got him in trouble the first time you met him and has been getting him in deeper ever since. His eyes flick down where your bodies are still joined, then up again with a dazed, smug heat. "You're a mess," he says softly, fond. "My mess."
"Yours," you agree, no breath, no hesitation.
He swallows. You feel it in the flex of his throat against your fingers. The grin fades, not away, but into something unguarded. He looks like he wants to say something and he's terrified to say it wrong.
"Say it," you breathe. "Whatever it is."
He exhales like he's stepping off a roof trusting you'll catch him. His voice comes out raw, quiet, truer than anything he's ever said.
"I love you."
It lands in your chest and blows your world open in a different way than the orgasms didāsoft and seismic, like a lock turning that had always been yours. Your answer is there without effort.
"I love you, too."
His eyes close for a second. When they open, they're bright and wrecked and relieved. He kisses youāgentle this time, lingering, grateful. The kind of kiss that says stay. The kind that says I will.
When he finally slips out, you both hiss at the loss. He murmurs an apology against your cheek and disappears for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. The aftercare is careful, almost shy: he cleans you with a tenderness that makes your throat ache, murmuring little praises you feel more than hear. "Sweetheart...good...mine..." He presses the cloth into your hand to let you finish where you want, then tosses it aside and pulls you to his chest, dragging the sheet over both of you.
Your head finds his shoulder. His arm tucks you in under his chin, thumb stroking the curve of your arm. For a while there's just the sound of his breathing settling and the wild, content thump of his heart under your ear. He smells like smoke and sweat and you.
"Tell me again," he says eventually, a rough whisper like he's embarrassed to ask but can't stop himself. "Say it one more time."
You smile into his skin. "I love you, Enjin."
He squeezes you like he's anchoring himself to the words. "Good," he mutters, because he can't help the teasing even when he's soft. "Now I'm never shuttin' up about it. You're doomed."
"Tragic," you deadpan, and he huffs a sleepy laugh that shakes both of you.
Silence returns, warm as a blanket. After a minute he nudges your knee with his thigh. "You okay?"
"More than okay."
"Yeah." He breathes it more than speaks it. "Me too."
You think you're done. You're not. Ten, twenty slow breaths later, his hand starts drawing idle shapes on your hip. Circles at first. Then lines. Then a patient, absent-minded glide that moves lower, like a tide returning. You glance up. He's looking at you with a question and a spark that's already answering itself.
"Already?" you ask, smiling.
He bites his lower lip, sheepish and cocky all at once. "I told youā¦I could live here." His palm cups you, warm and big and possessive. "But now I'm gonna be gentle. Want to take my time until you forget your own name and only remember mine."
Your pulse trips. Consent is easy. You roll to your back and open your legs, trusting him with a contented sigh. He moves down between your thighs like a penitent and a sinner, kisses the inside of your knee, licks a lazy path up your inner thigh. When he reaches your swollen cl*t, he exhales a reverent "Exquisite," and closes his mouth over you with a slow, deep suck that turns your bones to steam.
"Enjināoh."
"Shhh," he soothes, even as his tongue draws slow figure-eights that make you tremble. "Let me have you."
He keeps his promise to go slow. He worships. He savors. He eats you like a man convinced you're the only meal he'll ever need, and every time you try to rush, he presses a steadying hand to your hip and hums a warning that vibrates through your nerves. The climb is different this timeālush, patient, a tide rising inexorably. By the time he slides two fingers inside you again, curling in a come-here that lights your brain on fire, you're so close you can't keep your hands still. You clutch his hair, then the sheets, then his shoulder when he nudges up and kisses your belly like he's proud of you.
"C'mon, sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin. "Give me one more. I need to hear that sound you make."
You give it to him. Of course you do. It rolls over you like a warm wave that builds and crests and breaks, your thighs closing around his head as you cry out, the pleasure lush and dizzying. He rides it with you, fingers and mouth coaxing you through every ripple until you're boneless and sated, pushing weakly at his hair because it's suddenly too much.
He eases away at once. "Got you," he whispers, crawling up your body and gathering you into his arms. He kisses your forehead like a promise, your mouth like a seal.
"Stay," you say, even though he wasn't going anywhere.
"Try makin' me leave," he snorts softly, then tucks you tighter. After a long, quiet minute, that teasing edge in his voice returns. "So...about earlier."
"Mmm?"
"We gonna mention how you first called me an ugly bastardā¦and now you saying you love me" He nuzzles your temple, smug and fond. "Gonna be honest, sweetheartā¦Gotta love when I could change your mind."
You huff a laugh into his throat. "You're ridiculous."
"Your ridiculousness," he corrects, satisfied. He kisses your hair. "And in love with you."
You lift your head and kiss him slow and certain. "Good," you murmur. "Because I'm not letting you go."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
He smiles, closes his eyes, and finally lets his body relax like he believes you. You curl into him, warm and safe, the night thick with the scent of sweat and skin and the quiet, uncomplicated truth of what you both said out loud.
Later, when sleep starts to pull you under, he speaks againāsoft enough you almost miss it.
"Tomorrow," he says, words slurring with drowsy contentment. "Tomorrow I'm takin' you on that stupid date I planned. Secret spot. First of many."
You smile against his chest. "Bossy."
"Only about the important shit," he mumbles.
"Like?"
"You. Us." His arm tightens at your waist. "And how many times I'm gonna make you say my name."
You roll your eyes, but you're grinning. "Go to sleep, Pup."
He does, eventuallyāafter kissing you one more time, like he can't stop. And you drift with him, marked and sated and loved, the map of his mouth and hands still warm on your skin, every curve and hollow memorized exactly the way he promised.
ā§āŗĢ£ĖĢ£Ģ£*āEnjin's tall frame towered over you, his yellow eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
That coat of his slipped off his shoulders alongside his shirt and hit the floor, leaving him shirtless, tattoos crawling over his neck and forearms like dark machinery etched into flesh.
His jaw clenched as he looked at you spread beneath him, his chest rising heavy, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body before he even touched you.
When his hand cupped your chin, tilting your (E/c) eyes up to meet his, you shivered. "Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look right now?" His voice was a husky growl, low and dangerous, but laced with hunger. His thumb brushed across your lips, lingering, then pressed against them just enough to make you part them for him. "Open that pretty mouth."
You obeyed presently, and he smirked, slipping the pad of his thumb past your lips. "Good girl."
Your tongue flicked against him without thinking, and he groaned low in his chest. "Fuck, you're eager. You've got no idea what you're doing to me." His other hand slid down your body, following every curve, until his fingers hooked in the waistband of your bottoms and tugged them down slow, deliberate, teasing you with the exposure.
He towers over you, his yellow eyes glinting darkly as you kneel before him. His presence is overwhelming ā tall, broad, tattoos crawling up his neck and forearms like sinister machinery alive beneath his skin. He steps forward, boots thudding against the floor, and nudges your knees apart with the tip of his boot.
"Yes, like that." His voice is a gravelly growl, low and commanding. He reaches down, fist tangling into your (H/c) strands, yanking your head back so you're forced to look up at him with wide (E/c) eyes. The smirk that curves his lips is dangerous.
"Now, stay... lemme look at you being such a good girl as you are."
You shiver at the weight of his gaze, your lips parting as he pulls himself free from his pants. His cock springs out, thick and heavy, veins bulging, the flushed tip already leaking for you. The sight alone makes your thighs press together, heat pulsing between your legs.
He taps the head against your lips, smearing pre-cum across them. "Open up. Show me how that sweet little mouth was made for me."
Your lips part eagerly, tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from his tip. His groan is guttural, his grip on your hair tightening.
"Fuck yes. That's it. Good girl. Take it deeper."
You wrap your lips around him, sucking gently at first, your tongue swirling around the head before sliding further down his shaft. The stretch makes your throat ache, but the sound of his groan makes you want more.
He watches you with a sharp hunger, his chest rising heavy as he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deeper into your mouth. "There you go. Fucking hell, you look perfect like this. My good girl, on her knees, choking on me."
Tears prick your eyes as he pushes deeper, your gag reflex twitching, but his hand in your hair keeps you steady. He eases up just enough to let you breathe, then thrusts again, his hips rolling slow and deliberate.
"Yeah, take it. That's it.... Hollow your cheeks...just like that...." His voice roughens, his free hand stroking over your cheek, thumb brushing against your jaw as if claiming you. "You're so fucking beautiful with your mouth full of me."
You moan around him, the vibration making him curse, his abs tightening. "Shitā you're trying to kill me, huh?" He chuckles darkly, tugging your head back just far enough for you to gasp in air, saliva stringing from your lips to his cock.
"Messy little slut. Fuck, I love it." He leans down, thumb swiping across your lips before pushing it inside your mouth beside his length, forcing you to suck.
"... good girl. Obeying me so well."
Your hands clutch at his thighs, your jaw aching as you take him deeper, your throat stretching around his girth. His groans grow louder, harsher, his hips jerking slightly.
"Fuck, I could cum down your throat right now." He growls, tugging your hair so you look up at him, lips stretched around his shaft. "But nah... I want that sweet pussy first."
He pulls out slowly, letting you gasp for air, your lips swollen and glistening. He grins at the sight of your wrecked expression, strings of spit connecting your lips to his length.
"Beautiful," he murmurs darkly, brushing your cheek with surprising tenderness before gripping your throat lightly, lifting you up onto your feet. "Now get on the bed. Time for me to taste you."
And just like that, he tosses you onto the mattressā
By the time he had you bare, your skin prickled with goosebumps from the intensity of his stare. He pressed your thighs apart with ease, his fingertips brushing against your (s/c) skin. When he bent down, his breath ghosted over your pussy, hot and maddening.
"Already dripping, Beloved?" He let out a dark chuckle, licking his lips. "You really are my perfect little slut."
Your breath hitched as he lowered his mouth and finally tasted you, his tongue dragging through your folds with deliberate slowness. The wet sound of it made your back arch, your fingers clutching the sheets. He groaned against you, the vibrations sending sparks up your spine.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he muttered between licks, spreading you open with his thumbs and sucking your clit until your thighs trembled. He pulled back just long enough to glare up at you with a sharp grin. "Look at you ā already shaking. You gonna cum for me just from my tongue?"
You whimpered his name, your body arching, desperate.
"Say it," he demanded, tone rough. His hand slid up to wrap lightly around your throat, holding you still. "Say who's making you feel this good."
"Enjinā¦! You are!"
"Damn right," he groaned, diving back in, licking you like a man starved. Your thighs closed around his head instinctively, but he growled and forced them apart again, the grip of his hands bruising but delicious.
When your climax hit, it tore through you sharp and sudden, your cry muffled under his palm as he pressed harder at your throat.
Your walls clenched hard, your body jerking, but he didn't stop. He licked you through every spasm, groaning like he couldn't get enough.
"That's my good girl. Cum all over my mouth. Don't hold back."
By the time he pulled back, his lips and chin glistened with your wetness, and his grin was feral. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned over you, capturing your lips in a kiss that let you taste yourself.
"Ready?" he whispered against your mouth. "Because I'm not fucking stopping until you can't walk."
You could only nod, breathless, your body still trembling.
He fully pulled his pants down with one hand, tugging them down just enough to free himself more and kick them off. The sight made your breath hitch ā he was thick, long, veined, the flushed head still dripping with pre-cum. He stroked himself lazily, watching the way your (e/c) eyes widened.
"Yeah, you're staring. You want it, don't you?" He smirked darkly. "Beg me for it."
"Please... Enjin, I need it..."
He groaned at the sound of your voice, his hand tightening on his shaft. "Fuck, I love hearing you beg. My good girl, so desperate for my cock." He lined himself up at your entrance, sliding the head through your slick folds, smearing pre-cum over your pussy but not pushing in. Teasing.
"Enjin..." you gasped, hips trying to chase him.
"Patience." His free hand wrapped around your throat again, thumb stroking under your jaw even as he pressed down enough to make your breath hitch. "I'll give it to you when I want to. Not before."
Then, in one sharp thrust, he pushed inside.
The stretch was overwhelming, burning, and blissful, your walls clamping down around him as a broken cry left your lips. He groaned low, head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out.
"Holy fuck... you're so tight," he growled against your ear. "This pussy was made for me. You're gripping me like a vice, Baby. Fuck."
Your nails raked down his back, your body trembling. "Fuck...wait...too muchā"
"Too much?" He smirked against your neck, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, hard enough to make your body jolt. "Nah. You can take it. My good girl can take all of me."
The wet sound of his cock pounding into you filled the room, your moans mingling with his growls. His thrusts were rough, merciless, the blunt head dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.
"You feel that?" His voice was guttural, his hand tightening on your throat as he thrust deep. "Feel how far I'm in you? No one else will ever get this deep. Only me. Say it."
"Only you!" you cried, tears pricking your eyes.
"That's right," he snarled, his hips snapping against yours in brutal rhythm. "You're mine. My good girl. My perfect little slut."
Your moans grew desperate, every thrust dragging you closer to the edge. He leaned back just enough to watch the way your body took him, the sight making him groan.
"Fuck, look at that pussy swallowing me. Greedy little thing. Can't get enough of me, huh?"
He slammed harder, your body bouncing against him, your cries filling the room. His hand pressed at your throat just right, making your vision blur with heat.
"Cum for me again," he demanded, his tone dark and commanding. "Cum on my cock like the good girl you are."
You shattered with a moan, your walls clamping down so hard he cursed loudly. He didn't stop, fucking you through your orgasm, his thrusts almost punishing.
"God, yes... keep squeezing me like that. Fuck, you're perfect."
Even as your body convulsed and trembled, he didn't give you time to recover. He flipped you easily onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air, your face pressed into the sheets. He shoved back into you in one rough thrust, groaning at the new angle.
"Shit, even tighter this way. You're gonna make me lose it." His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned while his other hand smacked your ass hard, the sound echoing.
"Take it, Baby. Take every inch of me."
You moaned into the sheets, your body overwhelmed, but your hips still pushed back against him, desperate for more.
"That's it. Good girl. Fucking take it all."
He reached forward, tangling his hand in your (H/c) hair and yanking your head back so he could growl into your ear as he pounded into you. "You hear that? That's the sound of me owning this pussy. It's mine. Say it."
"It's yours!" you cried, voice breaking.
"Louder!" He slapped your ass again, his thrusts brutal.
"It's yours!"
"That's my girl," he groaned, hips slamming harder, his b*lls smacking against you with every thrust.
"Atta girl."
Your body was on fire, pleasure building again too fast, your walls clenching around him like you couldn't control it. You screamed his name as another orgasm tore through you, your body shaking violently.
He groaned at the feeling, his thrusts growing erratic. "Fuckā I'm gonna fill you up. You want that, Baby? Want me to cum inside you?"
"Yes! Pleaseāfuck!"
That was all it took. With a guttural growl, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling hot inside you as his body shuddered. His grip on your hair tightened as he rode out the waves, filling you until it leaked down your thighs.
But even then, he didn't pull out. He stayed buried deep, grinding against you, keeping his seed inside.
"You're mine," he whispered darkly, collapsing against your back, his breath hot on your ear.
"You really drive me crazyā¦."
Your trembling body melted into the sheets, sweat slick on your (s/c) skin, your throat raw from moaning his name. He kissed the side of your neck, softer now, though his hand still held your throat possessively.
"Look at you," he murmured, stroking your hair gently. "Completely wrecked... and still so damn beautiful."
His hips gave one slow roll, just to make you gasp, and he smirked, whispering filth into your ear. "Don't think we're done." Enjin panted out, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
This man have been waiting for this moment for who knows how long...
He wasn't intending to let you go anytime soon.
"I'm gonna keep you full of my cock until the sun comes up. You'll be dripping with me all night long."
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Mikey's finger curled against the wall into a fist, a small fume of smoke escaping his lips from the steam that began to fog the glass of the shower.
"Answer."
Inhaling sharply, you bit down your fright then glared at him, holding your chin up unafraid, you only let the anger you had before drive your words.
"Yes, he did- But it wasn't me who kissed him--"
A scoff escaped Mikey's lips as he holds a smirk, his eyes narrowing;"He just happened to be able to fucking kiss you."
"He just kissed me suddenly!-- something that wouldn't have happened if you were there!"
"I was called somewhere else, they tried to frame me!"
"And I needed you! You were supposed to fucking be there! You fucking promised and you left me!"
Shouting angrily at the male whose jaw tightened, he slammed his fist against the wall behind your head, you kept your glare on him as Mikey inhaled sharply, the commander losing the last bit of calmness he held,
"You have always been mine and only mine."
"What? As your Toy, trust me since the first day we met you made it very clear--"
Feeling his free hand grasp your throat lightly, his fingertips digging into your skin just barely, noticeable his action was not mean to harm but to stun, Pulling your face closer to his, Mikey stared down at you silently, his cheat beginning to heaved at a more rapid pace.
"You are my wife...anyone who touches you will be killed by my own two hands and any filth they leave on you.
Will be replaced with my markings.even if that means leaving you shaking underneath me."
Unable to speak, Mikey captured your lips into a hungry yet passionate kiss, it was as if a whole other person stood in front of you, the usual carefree man you had beginning to fall for became into one that was strongly passionate about your relationship with him.
Feeling your body being pressed against the glass as you shook your head, oh how much you wanted to just beat the idiot before you, scream, curse at him.
Yet, you couldn't help but fall into the angry heated passion before you.
Hands moving to Mikey soaked locks, becoming entangled with his messy locks, pulling him closer to your body, as if he was waiting for you to make a move, his large veiny hands gripped your thighs.
Hosting you up, your breasts pressing against his chest, feeling his tongue take over yours, you departed the kiss, panting heavily as a trial of salvia connected to your lips,
"You are so fucking annoying sometimes..." Hissing out breathlessly, Mikey clicked his tongue sharply.
"Says the one who always whines about me not paying attention to her."
"I could say the same about your easily jealous ass-Mmph~"
Swallowing your remarks thickly as Mikey sharply rocked his hips against yours, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit,
"Let's see how much longer you will be cocky with my cock plowing into you mercilessly."
Regaining your posture, you tugging the ends of his hair taking Mikey off guard for a moment as you huffed,
"Weren't you the one who was moaning out my name constantly while I rode you last time?"
Mikey quirked an eyebrow at your truthful words as you only smirk, he inhaled a dry laugh then rested his forehead on yours.
"You better hope Takemitchy can't hear." feeling the male drop your legs, you were about to make yet another comeback until you felt a finger brushing against your folds.
Kneeling in front of you, Mikey grabbed your leg ankle as he lifts your leg to place on his shoulder, your hand rested on his shoulder while another rested on the metal rail that rested on the glass door.
The blonde male didn't hesitate to contact his lips against your clit making a shutter moan vibrate from your throat, grasping his shoulder gently to keep yourself from slipping, you pressed your lips together to subdue the sound of your moans as Mikey gazed up at you, a small smirk inching on his lips.
Flatly sticking his tongue out against your wet folds, the suds of your body wash washed beneath your feet, rolling his tongue against your clit, rolling it into his lips he sucked the swollen bud causing pleasure to crawl across your flesh, your knee buckled gently forcing you to grab the top of his head.
Spreading your folds with his thumbs, giving him better access, seeing your desperate attempt to keep your moan subdued, without warning you felt Mikey slipping a finger into your slit making you inhaled sharply.
"M. Mikey!" Yelping in surprise, you only clutched his locks as the male only disregarded your surprise moan as he pumped his finger.
Skillfully rolling his tongue against your swollen clit, inserting yet another finger, spreading them in a slight scissor motion, he prepared your walls teasingly making you roll your hips to the pump of his fingers, releasing small sharp inhales as you felt your walls enclasped around his fingers, feeling your aching release near as you tilt your head back gently.
"Mmm...Nope."
Pulling his lips and fingers abruptly away from your folds, Still holding your leg up, Mikey carefully stands up to his height as you glared at him making him tilt his head to the side,
"What? You think I'm just going to let you get off that easy? Who's needy now?"
"Still you--Mikey!"
Placing both hands on the iron pole quickly as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, he chuckled gently gazing at you as you tried to glare him over your shoulder.
Placing both hands on the iron pole quickly as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, he chuckled gently gazing at you as you tried to glare him over your shoulder until he places his free hand on the handle beside yours.
"You might want to keep a hold of that by the way, I may be good but I can't promise you that who us both up during this."
"Mikey I swear if you drop me..."
Your words trailed off as a gentle gasp-moaned escaped your lips, feeling Mikey's cock slipping through your folds, his eyebrows twisting gently as the male pressed his lips together in thought.
Once his hips connected with yours, his cock sheathing completely between your walls, Mikey exhaled a shaky moan, releasing the small breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Fuck...How are you this fucking tight after last time? I really do believe you were made just for me... everything about you is perfect."
Each word he spoke came with a passionate rough thrust, Mikey's hips rolled without any hesitation, as you tried to take in his utterances, you felt your heart swell within your chest, your lips were parted as gentle moans escape from your lips.
"M.Mikey~"
"Manjiro..... I want you to say Manjiro. No Mikey, I only want to hear Manjiro."
Mikey spoke lowly, his fingers digging into your calve as he gazed into your eyes, looking at him with a small hint of shock, his hand that gripped the handle moved to the glass beside your head.
Bringing his face closer to yours, he placed his forehead against yours, his adam's apple moved just barely as he swallowed back his moan,
"I don't care what could happen to everyone or anything else around me... As long as I have you, I know everything will be fine, I feel as if without you I can't even think straight. I want us to get married, you being mine and I'm yours...I want to hear you say it."
Slowing down his pace, he halts his thrusts he halts his thrusts he adjusted his hips against yours to adjust the position against the glass of the shower door.
"Say that you are mine and only mine."
Drizzling water raining over the two of you, the gentle sound of your music vibrating against the walls of your bathroom as you stared silently at Mikey.
There were complete emotions behind his words, value, he wasn't just rambling just to tell you sweet nothings. Mikey was making a promise to not just his future but yours, he didn't want anything else but to have you stay by his side through thick and thin.
Evil and good.
Heartbeat thumping into your eardrums, lightly nodding your head, you blinked your eyelashes softly. "l... I'm yours."
A small smile inched its way on Mikey's lips, clearing his throat lightly, he adjusted his footing, lowering your lifted leg to his hip then moved his hand from the glass to grab your other thigh. "Lift yourself, keep your hands on the handle."
Hoisting yourself up slightly, Mikey wrapped your legs around his waist as he smirks lightly;
"Remember when I say you will be shaking underneath me?"
Digging his fingers into your thighs, Mikey began to thrust his hips roughly, his cock stroking your walls making your fingers curl around the handle as you moaned out gently.
"M..Manjiro! W-
Wait!"
"No. You better hold on- fuck... Just feeling you squeeze my cock like this..."
Snapping his hips upwards, the glass moved at his rough thrusts, your breasts bounced to his movements, That vein on his cock pulses wildly, He buries his head into your neck with a groan, vibrating against the curve.
"(Y/n)" he croaks, muffled and huskily, "I love you.so fucking much."
An orgasm electrifies underneath your skin and tightens in your lower stomach,
"I..! love you-Manjiro!~"
His hips stutter with wild jerks, the glass shaking with his movements"Damn.." he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched.
"The way your tight cunt is squeezing me, I'll fill you up until you're dripping for days~"
"Fuck!" you moaned out, the rope that tightened in your stomach was about to unwind, "Manjiro! Fuck...l love you! Fuck~"
Your words trigger him to erupt, emptying himself with long and seemingly never-ending spurts. His fingers slip between your bodies and mercilessly rubs your clit, overloading until the orgasm you have been needing shoots through you and the sensations were nearly unbearable as you moaned out his name.
The feeling of your insides being glazed by cum followed by the pleasurable orgasm, panted heavily your body falling limp In his arms as his head that was covered with beads of sweat rested against the crook of your neck.
Feeling his cock twitch in your warm folds, Mikey gazed down at his cum coated cock as the mixed fluids leaked from your swollen cunt.
Pulling out weakly, he sighs out shakily carefully placing your legs down with a small laugh, his anger emotion washed over as he moved his cock from your slit.
"Thankfully we are in the shower,eh?"
Grasping his arms gently, trying to keep yourself from falling, you laughed out weakly with a small smile. "You're helping me, idiot."
After Mikey agreed to help you bathe, using the pajamas you had prepared to change while Mikey held a drying towel around his nude waist,
"Why can't I just wear my clothes?"
"You can after I wash them, ugh...men. You really don't understand how filthy you guys really are-Hey!"
Jumping feeling a rough slap to your ass; just as you were about to slap Mikey; then only rolled your eyes as you walked out the bathroom with towel wrapped around your torso. āIdiotā¦ come on you should be able to wear at least one of Michiās shirts while I wash our clothes.ā
As you walked out the bathroom through the living room, your eyes widened upon seeing your little brother sitting on the couch alongside his friends who all kept their eyes averted from you and Mikey. āWhat the hell?!ā
Quickly tightening the towel around your torso, Mikey finally spoke up rubbing the back of his head; "Oh. I forgot they came here with me and Draken."
"Y-You knew they were here?!"
"Yeah? I told you hopefully Takemitchy doesn't know-
"You dumbass!" You punched his chest of course not fazing the male until you turn back around to apologize before confusion was shown on your face.
"Where's..... Where's Draken?"
"H-He left... As soon as Mikey left us and uh... Your voice came through the door." Akkun says with: dark red face until Takemichi who was on the urge of passing out mutters.
ā¹ĖĖ ļø¶ź·ź¦HAZED IRISES FIXATED ON YOUR SWOLLEN LIPS.
The young male's irises unable to be swayed from your plump lips; eyebrows knitted lightly in pleasure- his fingertips burying into his mattress lightly,
A low grunt, sharply escapes his lips; adjusting his pelvis underneath your lips, swallowing thickly to refrain the moan that attempted to rumble from his chest.
"Shit...ā
Hushedly cursing underneath his breath, his toned chest rising and falling at a steady pace; his cock twitching, his irises fixated on your lips-- lifting your face, your tongue flatly ghosting over his pulsing veins.
Releasing his swollen pink crown with a small audible pop, your irises gradually raising from his length; your hand clasped around his cock-pumping it lightly, eyeing the flustered Draken.
Long eyelashes fluttering, a light grin inching on your lips; your irises taking notice in the desperate grasp of his mattress, "You really are that sensitive right now?--"
"Says the one -- who is fucking soaking my sheets..."
Inhaling nattily, Draken dragged his tongue across his lips; "This is the best I could do since you insisted on my hands being restricted to touch you....it's annoying as hell.
āIt makes things more fun... Plus I wanna see how far you can go until you reached your patience."
"I don't know if I should be interested your sex drive is high at this moment and you are needy or should beat that bastard's ass again since I am the one suffering--ā
Draken's vocals seized in his throat; his shoulders becoming tensed at the unexpected sensational pleasure, shooting across his lips; in the middle of his sentence, your lips were once again wrapped around his swollen crown;
Sucking it teasingly light, your hazed irises fixated on Draken's; the male's toned arms bulging at the firm grip of his hands, his small string of patience already becoming thin.
Adjusting his hips, a light smirk tugged on his lips; "Fine... You want to do it this way..." trailing off, a sharp thrust of his hips taking you off guard; eyes widening- a small gag escaping your muffled lips,
Beginning to lift your skull from his pelvis until his husky vocals interrupted your movement; "Don't you fucking dare..... You said I can't touch you with my hands... So this is what I am going to do."
Rolling his hips upwards, a sharp hook- the swollen crown of his cock jabbing at the back of your throat; "I'm going to face fuck the hell out of you and you're going to tolerate it like a good whore.. Got it?"
Inhaling lightly, Draken continues to roll his hips; taking in the warmth of your swollen cavern around his cock, only driving the young male to thrust his hips promptly. "And if you move your lips... Disobey... I will put my hands on you and I'm not letting go until the feeling of my cock is burned into your brain."
"Nod if you understand."
Heart jumping with a hint of anticipation at his words, you couldn't help but feel your exposed slit become moistened with enthusiasm -
A low chuckle escapes Draken's lips upon seeing the small nod given,"Good..." adjusting his figure among the bed, shifting his weight to his elbows: Draken's skull tilted to the side-- his black irises boring into your lips that encircled his length,
Jabbing his hips into your lips; a sharp inhale brushed past his vocals, the male resisting his pleasurable needs; his momenta stimulated- each sharp jab given to the back of your throat resulted in tears to prickled in the corners of your eyes;
Lowering your jaw further, letting the access of his thrusting cock evade your cavern smoother; Draken's fingers curling lightly- the desire to touch you cultivating.
"Fuck... For us having sex twice.... This keeps feeling better and better-"
Grunting deferentially, an unexpectedly raw momentum to the back of your throat earned a muffled cough to escape your lips; lifting your head-your swollen lips leaving his salvia coated cock,
A sharp fit of cough falling past your lungs, eyelashes fluttering; you inhaled gently to catch your breathing desperately.
"D...Draken, at least warn me!-ā
Vocals seized by a large hand whisking to grasp your chin, tilting your head to gaze at him; a smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, the male not fazed by your glazed-over irises that bore into his.
"Didn't I told you what would happen if you moved your lips?" Parting your lips, your vocals were stuck inside your throat; fever rising across your facial at his touch, the feeling of his thumb brushing across your lips was enough to make your heart quickened.
Body aching more for his touch."Now, you're going to follow everything I tell you to do... So come here."
Blindly obeying, no doubt, whatever the effects of the drug have begun to take effect; crawling to Draken's towering figure, the male sitting up on the bed.
Once in reach, without hesitation, Your smaller frame was pulled into his lap; rough hands pressed against your hips, your soaked folds brushing against his cock.
"Shit. You're this wet from sucking my dick?"
"It's not just from that! I told you my body is hot-"
A hitched moan escapes your lips, your hands grasping Draken's shoulders; eyebrows knitting in pure pleasure-- Draken's fingers probing your swollen clit, skimming through your folds; spreading it against his digits.
"Well there's no point in making either one of us wait longer now is there, babyā¦ā
Raising your hips above his, his fingers departing from your swollen clit; the pink crown of his cock rubbing against your aching cunt,
Swallowing thickly, your hazed irises fixated on Draken's hands that moved to your inner thighs; spreading them slowly, the position spreading your were folds- allowing the other to gaze at your nearly spasming slit.
"Beg."
His harsh whispered vocal took you off guard; raising your skull to gaze into his irises, your heart nearly leaping once making eye contact with Draken.
"Beg.. now.. Played with my emotions all for someone else like a dumbass. So beg or I'll just keep you like this until you do." Rubbing the crown of his cock against your cunt; the tip gathering the leaking pre-cum, an obvious sign of desperate yearning.
Fingertips digging into his shoulders, a small whimper escaping your lips upon his tip deliberately slipping barely into your folds only for Draken to raise your hips.
"Draken-"
"Mhm.... Go on."
"Please-ā¦ā
"Please what? Tell me what I want to hear.all of it.ā
"I...I love you."
A bit taken back at your words, Draken's eyes widened slightly; your chest rising and falling, your fingers shakily moving from his shoulders to his braid-- undoing it, you pressed your breasts against his toned chest.
'''t's out... my feelings. I love you.... I do....I'm sorry for not saying it sooner, I always haveā¦ā
Vocals swallowed into the back of your throat, Draken's lips sealing yours into a passionate kiss; tongue moving against one another- the faint flavor of the alcohol you had taken in prior coated Draken's.
Muffling whimpering upon feeling his cock slipping into your folds among the kiss; your slick walls spreading rapidly to his length as he sheathed his cock within your cunt; one thrust.
Both inhaling shakily, kiss gradually parting; a trail of salvia trailing behind;your hips bouncing against Draken's pelvis, the male's guiding your pelvis with his hands that severely grasped your thighs.
He lifted his knees so his legs were bent, pushing you further up his body.
Rocking your hips back and forth, grinding down onto his pelvic bone so it rubbed against your clit,
Waves of arousal creeping up your pressed bodies;
The feeling of your cunt engulfing his cock, the way your face flushed at his actions.. The light whimpers that would escape your lips;
Draken's veiny hands moved to grasp your hips; his body aching for pure satisfaction, only being fed at your glazed irises.
Head tilting back as the young male began to littered your neck with heated kisses; brims of his lips unhurriedly dragged across your virgin flesh--
Tongue ghostly darting against your neck, prior to attaching to your flesh; a sucking motion occurring resulting in goosebumps to break across your flesh.
"D...Draken-"
Parting his lips from your neck, heaving lightly-- a hand moving from your hip to your lower back, resting at the dip;
"Say it louder, loveā¦ā
Grunting lowly as he thrust into you deeply, rutting into you for his own release building up the fierce orgasm between the two of you.
"Draken! Oh, fuck!~"
Nearly at your screeching vocals, feeding into his pride deeply within him; His calm demeanor promptly subsided--replaced with behavior like that of a
beast.
Humbly growling; wildly sinking his hot cock into your spasming cunt...His eyes were practically burning the image of your flustered figure deeply
into his brain.
Your half-lidded eyelids fixated on the ceiling before you; mind becoming blank as each sharp rut given to you snapped your hips upwards; the further his cock stroked your walls merely increases the fever across your limbs.
Unable to focus, the pink crown of his cock stroking the bundle of nerves within you; shakily releasing a moan, your limps numbing in ecstasy.
The feeling of the noticeable hickies across your throat, the light bruising on your hips. It was all numbed by a significant amount of pleasure.
Back arching against Drake's hand; his hips rocking against your pelvis, his name vibrating from your vocals: cunt spasming around his cock- nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as he sunk his cock further into your slit.
Unfolding around him, your hips twitching; lips left agape--Languidly bucked his hips into yours only aiding to your longing releasing, lips parting, breathing hitching; a low groan vibrates from his chest;
Pulling his cock from your aching cunt, heavy spurts coating his stomach;shoulders shuddering-- both breathing heavily in an attempt to catch your breathing.
Lowering your hips against his lap, your skull dropping into the nape of his neck; Draken's head tilting back to rest against the headboard of his bed, his toned chest pressed against your breasts.
Swallowing lightly, Draken wrapped an arm around your waist; his free hand rubbing your lower back soothingly.
"(Y/n)."
A small tired hum was given to him as a response, his heart jamming against his ribcage; could be felt against your breasts-
"I love you too..ā
A tired chuckle escapes your lips, a light kiss given to his shoulder.
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FEVER LITTERED YOUR FLESH... THE STEAM OF THE BUBBLE BATH ROLLING OFF YOUR SHOULDERS...
Lips interlocked with Loid's, fingers tangling within his now damped strains- bodies pressed against one another, years after being separated...the yearning for closeness became dire by the second, making it nearly impossible for either one to keep their hands to themselves.
Breaking the kiss temporarily; Loid's face not wasting a moment to be buried in the crook of your neck, lips feverishly planting kisses among your flesh- skin lightly breaking underneath the heated kisses.
A gasped moan erupted past your swollen lips; skull tilted back against the brim of the vast floor-built-in tub, much like a hot tub, you grasped the back of Loid's skull- gripping the side of the tub with your free hand.
Breasts heaving at a steady pace; your legs spread ever so slightly palm grasping your hip, the man becoming gradually impatient- aching for the longing ecstasy.
"Loid-...Should we do this? After everything-"
Vocals seized; fingers from the tub's crown to grasp your throat ever so slightly, moving his lips from your lightly marked nape- Loid gazed into your irises.
"For years you have annoyed the hell out of me... Taunt me... Nearly drove me to insanity...Tonight... Tonight is the night I finally get my way."
Giving your neck a gentle squeeze Loid moved away from you as he stroked his cock, squeezing it gently slowly stopping at his tip letting a bit of cum spill from it. "I will have you begging like a bitch in heat... You are my wife, So I am in control. Got it?"
Glaring gently at him you sit up using your elbows to keep you propped up "I don't beg-"
"Oh, you will. Even if I have to fuck you sideways, upside down, standing up, and laying down. You will fucking beg... Knees, turn around." He ordered, the spy held a sharp look. Moving himself from your figure, water shifting to the current movement. "Grab the tub's sides."
Pursing your lips you moved on your knees and hand facing away from him, gripping the side of the tub gently you sighed "You think ordering me around will do anything- H..Hey!"
It wasn't long after such a position; the sensation of the folds of your cunt spreading- fever burst across your facial from embarrassment at the lewd position.
Burying your heated face into your arm; your fingers curling- feeling Loid's tongue purposely dragging between your cunt, his fingers digging firmly into your flesh.
Lips parting- a hushed gasp slips from your lungs, back arching ever so slightly; goosebumps littered your skin upon feeling your swollen clit being sucked.
"Damn-"
Pressing your heated cheek against the cooling surface of the tub's ledge; you were unable to get enough... Yet it was merely just the beginning of such, you weren't sure rather it was the wine spiking your lustful desires, or perhaps it's been so long.
Caught up within your thoughts; you didn't take notice of Loid's lips moving from your cunt- that was until you soon felt the blissful sensation-
Feeling his cock slipping back into your abused slit, still sensitive from just moments before you inhaled sharply only to moan out gently feeling Loid deliberately thrust his hips.
You hated this....hated feeling like he was the one in control. He fucking knew it, too, and seeing the way you wriggled underneath him only boosted his ego that much more.
The way you were already unraveling underneath him just by slight teasing to the flesh...
"For someone...who always has a sly remark, you're quiet now."
You opened your mouth to shoot out a few curse words for him, only to be stopped by the spy's lips against your neck rough and needy. You quickly retracted your insults, moaning as his thrust became rough.
"Beg for it," he muttered as your lips parted, breath hitched in your throat as the words registered in your head.
"...Fuck you," you responded with a pant, jolting a little as you felt his cock slip out rubbing against your clit, slowly, teasing you.
"Beg for it, Dove." he repeated, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument. He rubbed his tip faster across your clit making you yelp out as pleasure assaulted you.
It was all being tied up by now... His unexpected want-no-Need to have you as so, it was all for jealously...
After years of being enemies; after a long year relationship, it was more than clear that Loid held severe emotions towards you... Emotions that bubbled right back to the surface seeing how close you were with Yuri.
Who knew Jealousy could drive a man to fuck his enemy senseless?
"N...No-" You were stubborn, and you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg.
You let out a moan - it was more similar to a whimper really, when you thought about it - as you felt the tip of the young man's cock against your entrance.
"F...fuck! Fine! Fine-... Loid- Twilight-..." You hissed through your moans, and he raised an eyebrow, rubbing a little faster, causing you to spasm.
"What was that?" He questioned, his voice low and taunting as he teased you.
You couldn't take this anymore. Pride be damned, you wanted him now.
Flipping yourself to face him; your sharpened gaze met his- fever breaking across your facial, swallowing your pride; you knew you could always get back at him.
"...Just take me already! Please fuck me!" The last sentence came out as a drawled-out moan, since, by the time you had finished, he'd already thrust inside you-.
You threw your head back; a sharp gasp brush past from your lips, as he hit a spot deep inside of you that made liquid pleasure shoot through your body. You were trembling, that much you were sure of, and you couldn't stop yourself as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
Gripping the tub's ledge with full strength underneath your fingertips digging to the cooling marble, spine arching- Loid continued to snap his hips against you.
Feeling his fingers digging into your hips, he didn't hold himself back as he buried his cock deeper into your which each thrust he made.
"Loid..."
Chanting his name barely above a whisper; removing your hands from the tubs' ledge- cupping his cheeks, you pulled him into the longing heated kiss;
He groaned out your name through gritted teeth, your begging tone doing wonders for his ego as he thrust harder, faster.
He groaned at the feeling of you getting tighter, and he gripped at your hips, the way you looked so helpless underneath him.
No one else made him feel like this. No one.
Even after all these years. You still felt as perfect as he had remembered...
Your orgasm hit you without warning. And when you came, you came hard, releasing a muffled moan into the kiss; you clenched tightly around him.
He gritted his teeth, failing to conceal a long moan as he released inside of you. You were trembling beneath him, still riding out your own orgasm, and without another thought, he pressed his sweaty chest against yours.
That's how you both stayed for a moment; desperately trying to catch your breath as you recovered.
Parting from the kiss, a trail of salvia connected your lips; your chest heaving- fever flushed among your facial.
"..Making me beg..."
His lips curved upwards slightly at your words, and he opened his eyes a little, watching you as you could only hold your eyes closed.
Pulling out once his cock stopped twitching he chuckled letting your hips fall against the tub's seemingly bottomless end- exhausted, the mixed fluids leaking from your aching folds. "You seemed to enjoy it... Huh, I guess we have to take yet another bath to clean you up."
Loid's chest heaved; the male moved to stand up from the tub until you wrapped your arms around his neck taking the man by surprise- eyes widened as he gazed down at you, you flashed him a devious smirk.
Lips inching close to his; your fingers entangled with his strains.
Soon, The spy would come to realize the consequences his jealousy would have... One's he may learn not to regret in the long run.
"We'll take one when I'm satisfied... And I'm not satisfied until I make sure my name is burned into your brain...bedroom...now."
Lucifer laid you ontop of the red velvet sheets; your smaller figure pressing slightly into the mattress that welcomed you.
Lips being captured not a moment shortly after by Lucifer who loomed over you as if you were his prey he had finally captured within his arms.
The foreign forbidden motion of your lips moving against Luciferās was enough to increase your heart rate.
Slender fingers speedily and needily tugging and discarding yours and his clothing; such speed and the heated kiss the devil practically melted into made your mind fogged with an unknown emotion.
A brain fogged that was enough to block any common sense and every single teaching that was burned into your brain vanish.
It wasn't until the nippy breeze kissing your heated flesh was enough to bring a hint of reality back to you; pulling from the kiss a trail of salvia connecting your lips with Luciferās.
āShould I be worried if it would hurt?"
A gentle chuckle fell from his tongue he cupped his palms against your cheek resting his forehead on yours, "I will try my best to go gentle at first. Why don't I make this as comfortable as I can for you?ā¦Loveā¦ā
Ruby glowing hues boring into your eyes, glorious pearl-colored wings sprouting from Luciferās spine; you felt your small figure being delicately lifted ever so slightly as the warmth of the otherās wings engulfed welcomed you.
Bringing you into a passionate kiss Lucifer pulled his lips just inches away then kissing you once more,
Your small hands shakily moving from your sides towards Luciferās shoulders , your plush warm lips opening greeted by Lucifer's tongue.
Deepening the kiss he rubbed his tongue against yours, the fallen angel pulling you closer to his exposed chest making him able to feel your rapid heartbeat on his own.
Parting his lips once more from your soft swollen lips.
The fallen angel gazed down at you with the most gentle gaze his palms resting on the sides of your head, taking in your appearance, the way your (h/c) sprawled across his wings that laid underneath you, and just how the small candles that lit the room showed a warm hue against your (s/t) skin.
"You look like a true goddess."
he says with an impossibly cute grin, as he settles you underneath him: your calves hike over his kneeling thighs, In quick succession, his fingers ghostly traced over the hems of your underwear taking them off without a second thought.
Lucifer rubbed his thumb across your exposed slit the slight wetness coating his thumb, the simple movement caused small pleasurable goosebumps to rise across your skin. "Do you trust me, darling?" he questioned,
"... Y-Yes. Bā¦But why do you asked?-ā¦ā You muttered watching Lucifer moved his face that was inches from yours to lower himself past down to your thighs; you suddenly lifted your hips slightly feeling something running against your folds before feeling your walls being stretched out ever so slightly.
"I may have to prepare you a bit to make this easier, do you mind?" He asked with a warm smile, you looked at him for a moment then shook your head "No, but how are you going toā... Ah~"
Gasping out a mewling moan that slipped out without warning your head moved back on the otherās wings as you felt a new feeling between your slit, "L-Lucifer..." you choked out as the fallen angel ran his tongue across your cunt only increasing in its wetness.
Your fingers that clutched the feathers of Lucifer slowly uncurled almost as if your body moved on it's own your palms moved down from the wings to grip Lucifer's locks,
No need for you to ask the man he buried his lips more into your wet core, the fallen angel feeling his heart beating with excitement as he moved his tongue up from your core to your small clit.
"Ah!~ Ah!~"
Your breasts heaved slightly your head tilting back once your body felt a pleasurable shock shoot from your core to your body.
Legs closing around Lucifer's skull gently as the male sucked on your clit that began to swell against his lips, taking this as a good sign to continue as moving his lips from your clit to give one more lick to your slick core once seeing the wet core twitch gently to his touch.
Pulling his head away from your hands and legs, your eyes snapped open that you weren't aware was closed, lifting your head slightly to look at the other with a small frown. āWhy did you stop?"
For a moment Lucifer didn't respond as he finished unclothing himself letting his clothing slowly drop onto the bed he smiled lightly when he saw your eyes raking over his body then stopped on his slightly hardened cock, "I thought it would be better to finish you off this way."
Rubbing his thumb across his tip that was glazed over with pre-cum he brushed his fingers across his veins then moved closer towards you,
His soft tip prodding at your soaked cunt, he teases your slit, tip rasping over your quivering bundle of nerves.
"Tā¦Thatā¦seem a bit huge are you sureā sure it won't hurt?" A high moan tears from your throat, your worries soon being forgotten feeling your slit being teased.
"Oh my..." you panted out, he's leaking, smearing pre-cum against you, thick and heavy. "L-Lucifer I can't wait pleaseā" You were starting to speak out but he had already snapped forward.
"Can't let another second pass without me being inside you," he breathes, then in a powerful glide, he prises inside you, fighting past the resistance to fit snugly.
You both moan in unison, loud and in relief. His arm scoops you up beneath your back, before he hauls you by the small of your back and reels you until you're face to face; his forehead on yours.
You can draw the feel of him: hilt deep, silky smooth with noticeable veins pumping from base to tip, well-endowed nudging, impressive girth stretching. It's heaven, undeniably. Your body lights up with fever, trembling in anticipation.
"You feel good," you moaned airily, passionately, "really goodā¦.Too good." Your thighs cinch around his waist as his hands support you beneath the curve of your ass.
He releases a gentle chuckle, moving his lips against your chin he muttered "Just hearing your moans.. Is enough to drive me." He rocks in, pubic bones flush against you, and swivels circles on your clit, making your walls flutter, he groans.
"(Y-Y/n)... Never have I dreamt of pleasing you but how snug you feel around me... It makes me want to keep myself buried deep in you and not leaveā¦"
Wrapping your arms around his neck, his hips bucking against yours, you were unable to hold back another moan. āIā¦Thisā¦feels amazing!ā
At that, he's more confident. Palming your thighs, he lifts you and drives in with pummeling strength. The closeness of your bodies has his pulsing veins hitting your clit with such force it made a pleasurable sensation.
Luciferās wings wrapped themselves tightly around your trembling figure; his blonde strains becoming undone it their usual well-kept style.
The glowing hue embedded from your burning flesh engulfed itself around the two of you; the familiar spine-tingling sensation that Lucifer became addicted to began to overwhelming wash over him.
Undoubtedly the sensation of pure bliss he was giving to you being the cost.
He's hitting that spot, gentle yet smooth thrusts with a tilt so his tip mashes it, rawing over until it expands that bubble tight in your gut. Unable to hold yourself back, you curve your hips, rocking them as your hands that were tangled in his locks moved down his back.
Clawing your fingers down leaving small marks, you moved your hips to meet his pace, your body preparing to milk every single ounce the god had..
"D-Damn..." He marvels, his throat feeling like it was closing. "It's like you are fitting me so perfectly~" His hand dragged down on your ass in encouragement, immediately coming back to knead into your cheek, fingers spread and digging in.
"Aā¦Ah~" you gasped, your eyelids fluttering shut as you tilt your head back.
The arm around your waist guides your leveraged hips, bouncing you up and down his cock at a fastened speed, it nudges deeper and deeper in a frenzy, making you twitch around him. "I could feel you about to release.." He muttered against your neck, he smiled warmly feeling his heart fluttering seeing he was the reason for this.
Oh how close he was too...
This was his chance to claim youā¦
Take youā¦devoured youā¦
Lucifer wanted you all to himself, his and his alone. No one it worthy enough to even lay their eyes upon you: let alone speak to youā¦
The sensation of your swollen cunt clutching around his cock, Luciferās lips agape upon the sensation of building escasty boiling to release.
One he never felt beforeā¦
That vein on his cock pulses wildly, He buries his head into your neck with a groan, vibrating against the curve. "(Y/n)" he croaks, muffled and huskily, "I wish I was your lover already.. Then I would be able to do this to you even tomorrow.."
An orgasm electrifies underneath your skin and tightens in your lower stomach, "I know if I continue to move like this.. I-I won't be able to hold back from cumming.."
His hips stutter with wild jerks, the bed creaking with his movements "Damn.." he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched. "The way your tight cunt is squeezing me, I'll fill you up until you're dripping for days afterā¦"
"Aā¦Ah, Yes!~" you moaned out, the rope that tightened in your stomach was about to unwind, opening your eyes you gazed up at Lucifer.
The unforgettable lustful desire overcoming your purity; the foreign forbidden sensation corrupting your once untouched purity.
āYesā¦Yes!~ Lucifer!ā
Your words trigger him to erupt, emptying himself with long and seemingly never-ending spurts. His fingers slip between your bodies and mercilessly rubs your clit, overloading until the orgasm you have been needing shoots through you and the sensations were nearly unbearable as you moaned out his name.
The feeling of your insides being glazed by cum followed by the pleasurable orgasm, Both you and Lucifer panted heavily your body falling limp In his arms as his head that was covered with beads of sweat rested against the crook of your neck.
Feeling his cock twitch in your warm folds until Ever so slowly Lucifer pulled out, the male gazed down at his cum coated cock as the mixed fluids leaked from your swollen cunt.
Turning his gaze back to you he watches as your breasts heaved up and down, your lips left agape as your legs stayed attached to his. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" he asked concerned, although it was taking everything in the fallen angel to hide the smile that threatened to spread across his lips.
You could only lay there in exhaustion, unknown to you how pleased Lucifer was after the session; his wings tightening themselves around you in a protective or perhaps a more territorial manner.
As you felt yourself gradually falling into a slumber upon your body became drained from energy and another sensation creeping through your spirit you could have sworn you heard Lucifer say something but couldn't entirely make it outā¦
āYou are finally mineā¦after so longā¦ā
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