#squall x reader

"Fuck, it feels soooo good—" you whine, nails nearly tearing through the black linen sheets.

"Does it now?" he growls into your ear, biting at it before licking a long stripe from your earlobe down to your neck— sinking his teeth into the tender and sensitive flesh.

He feels your pussy clench tighter, trying to milk his awfully thick cock— trying to encourage his dick to spill his seed.

Your blood spills into his mouth, dripping from the corners as he pulls away to messily rub his cheek against your's. He's as fucked out as you are.

He feels your squirt splash all over him, dripping down his balls, thighs, and onto the sheets. He finds you so sexy, so delicious— he can't help but to fuck you like this.

"Oohhhh, fuck! Squall!! It's too much, baby. Mmh, can't take it." you blabber, not even sure if what you said had even been coherent. He moves his hand from your hair to wrap around your jaw, squishing your delicate cheeks. "You can take it. Take this fucking cock—" he groans, gathering some of your drool onto his thumb and rubbing it on your lips, "Take what I give you, baby."

He sinks his cock as deep as it could go, your swollen clit getting tapped by his heavy balls— he spills his cum into you.

He's hissing, whining, and growling into your ear like some bitch in heat. Your shaking underneath him, feeling his cum just continue to spill out— his dick throbbing and pumping you full. Large lumps of semen fall from your stuffed hole and slide down your shaking thighs. You swear you feel your stomach bloat. He lets out another spurt of cum and it makes loud 'splurt!' as your pussy tries to force it out.

He thrusts again.

You whine, eyes rolled into the back of your head— you feel so full. He always cums so much, perks of being a vampire you think.

"Can't help it." he whispers into your ear, rocking his cock in and out of you at a slower pace, "G'nna fuck my cum back into you."

He runs his hand over your face, lower his lips to your neck and whispers, "Then I'm gonna give you another load. Fill you up for good."

He can't help it, it's instincts. He sinks his teeth into your neck again, groaning when he feels your pussy flutter.

It's going to be a long night, and a very very sore tomorrow.

Squall Leonhart was an enigma, someone who you very rarely understood, if at all. It’s not like you were the first person to feel this way, but something about it didn’t sit right with you. You wanted to know more. You wanted to know who he was. And you were determined to figure it out. Anyone who knew that though would either laugh in your face or tell you to give up. But you wouldn’t, you refused to. You considered yourself to be a part of Squall’s “friends,” even if he didn’t.

“I don’t know why ya wanna be friends with him so bad. He‘s a jerk.”

Selphie turned with furrowed brows, marring her normally cheery complexion. “Zell! That’s not nice to say and you know it!”

“What?!” He jumped up, shaking his fist at her from a slightly crouched position. “I’m just tellin’ the truth! She doesn’t needa get her feelin’s hurt!”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here with all of you, now would I?”

Zell’s shoulders slumped as he plopped back down in his chair. With a giggle, you took in the room. The group had decided to rest for the night and it would soon be time for dinner. You eyes scanned your surroundings until they found the object of your desire; Squall. He was in the corner of the room, arms crossed and foot propped on the wall as he leaned against it. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t sleeping.

Your body twitched, signaling for you to approach. However, before you could even move, Rinoa’s figure popped up in your field of vision. Jumping back in surprise, you frowned as you lost sight of the gunblade wielder.

“Hey! It’s time for dinner, let’s get going.~”

Her arm linked with yours, dragging you away before you could protest. With a grumble, you let her yank you out of the inn and down the road. Selphie giggled, skipping towards the two of you and linking her left arm with your remaining arm. Quistis watched on with an amused look, the boys all but ignoring your existence.

Dinner proceeded like most days with the party did. It wasn’t until you got back that things began to get interesting, the truth to be soon revealed. Everyone had parted ways shortly after returning, some ready to sleep, others going to bathe. But once you had finished your own shower and were laying in bed, you found yourself unable to sleep. It felt like hours had passed, even though it had been maybe an hour max.

With an irritated sigh, you threw off your covers before getting out of bed. You feverishly stuffed your feet into your shoes and began to shuffle out of the room. You didn’t know where you were going, nor did you care. All you knew was that you needed some fresh air or, something. Your feet led you to a balcony overlooking the city... and Squall.

Slowly, and a bit awkwardly, you approached the railing. He was leaning against it by his forearms. As you neared, he lazily glanced over his shoulder at you before returning his gaze in front of him. He said nothing, so you continued on, mimicking his actions and leaning against the rail. You figured that if he didn’t want you there he would have said something, or left himself.

Wind whipped your hair around you and you let out a small sigh. Out of the corner of your eye, you could tell his gaze would shift to your figure every so often. Things remained silent as you focused on breathing in the cold air that seemed to nip at your flesh. The feeling of eyes burning into you made you finally break the silence.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

He grumbled, mumbling something incoherent and looking away. Blinking, you pushed yourself away from the ledge. You looked his way, staring a hole into the back of his head as you crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

With a sigh, he finally looked your way. “I said that you’re annoying.”

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head, looking away as he straightened his back. “You. Are. Annoying. Stupid too, apparently.”

Your eyes widened as you uncrossed your arms, anger rising. “You know what? Fuck you! Zell was right, you are a jerk, but asshole just sounds better!”

At the mention of the energetic blonde, a dark, unreadable expression flashed through his eyes. “Like I give a damn what you think about me, or anyone else for that matter.”

“All I’ve tried to do is be your friend, because everyone needs someone! It’s obvious you just don’t give a fuck.”

“Bingo. Took you long enough.” He sighed.

That was it. You marched over to his towering figure, causing him to turn to you with a blank expression. Gripping onto the front of his white t-shirt, you pulled him close, just so he could see the fury burning deep within your soul at his blatant apathetic nature.

“Do you not realize how much I care, how much we all do, about you? Why the hell else would everyone be here? Why do you think everyone looks to you as their leader? Huh? Did you ever stop to think about that or how you treat everyone? It fucking hurts, Sq-”

All it took was one small action, one tiny physical connection, for all the anger you had ever felt to dissipate from your body. Cold, chapped lips met your own plump, pink ones in a heated tango. The feeling was foreign and rough, neither of you quite sure what you were doing. Gasps for air and whines of want tumbled from your throat, egging the both of you on. Your grip released his shirt as the tension melted, your hand instead choosing to rest on his racing heart. His large, calloused hands brushed against your temples as his long fingers tangled within your tresses.

Things were quickly heating up and, even between the smacking of lips, you knew where this was headed. It didn’t take long for him to realize either,sweeping you off of your feet and into his arms. The kiss only broke as you re-entered the inn, making your way to his room in peaceful silence. Well, it would’ve been if your hormones weren’t raging. And, to top it all off, Quistis just so happened to still be up. As your embarrassment flourished, she shot you a smirk and knowing look.

Once the two of you returned to his room, Squall tossed you on the bed before shrugging off his jacked. His body was almost instantly hovering over yours and his lips attached to yours once again. It was as if nothing had ever stopped, With unsure movements, his hands began to roam your body. Hums and sighs dripped from your lips at his touch, which only made him smirk. He pulled away tugging off his shirt before reaching for your own. Your hand gripped onto his almost instantly, halting his actions.

"I thought you hated me...”

"I do.”

"But then why-”

“I hate how you make me feel. I hate how you make me want to be a better person. I hate that I can’t actually hate you.”

You blinked, eyes wide at his declaration before he dipped down once more.

Every movement. Every moment. Every intimate word. Every last bit of it was something you would never forget. With how arrogant and apathetic he was on the surface, you never would have expected this. So soft and caring, receptive to every little sound you made. All he did was aim to please, hitting that one spot that caused white to wash over your vision. The way he could go from animalistic to compassionate in the blink of an eye, sent you spinning.

After all, there’s a reason storms are named after people.