Belphagor lemon - Taming the Beast

Because somehow, I think that Bel would really be into this~

Bel stirred, a faint bubbling in his throat that you knew he would never let you hear if he was awake. You were surprised that he hadn't woken up yet from your ministrations, he was a light sleeper. But then again, you weren't a part of the mafia for nothing, but it was boring doing this by yourself, you grinned, it was about time that he woke up. 

Your hand wrapped firmly around the cock you'd been lavishing your attention on and gave it a solid pump, and then another. Beneath all of that golden hair, his eyes flew open and for a moment he looked bewildered as if he was trying to find the source causing the pounding ache between his legs, and then his gaze narrowed on you. His body lurched as if to lunge at you, and you received a snarl when he realised his restraints. 

"Wench. Take these off."

"Don't be like that darling." You coo'd, a hand reaching forward to stroke his cheek and pulling back before he could snatch a bite at your fingers. His hips bucked, hands and feet pulled, his whole body thrashed underneath where you straddled him as he tried to escape, but again, you weren't a Vongola agent for nothing. 

His hands and feet were secured to the bedposts of his lavish bed, leaving him naked and spread-eagled to your greedy eyes. Slowly, you lowered your lips to place a light kiss at the crescent birthmark near his hips, flicking your eyes back up to see him watching you. It was twisted really, that his murderous expression turned you on so much, but what could you say, dating 'the prince' took a lot of your sanity. 

You shuffled down his legs, timing a pull on his cock to counter his escape attempt. 

"You seem to really like this Bel~" you hummed against the side of his cock, running your tongue to the tip and smearing the pre-cum, then taking him deep into your throat, flaring your nostrils to breathe around him, knowing he loved the sight of you swallowing his cock. Your hands were plastered against his hips but even that couldn't stop the vicious thrust that made you cough and splutter as you released him. Bel had that grin on his face again, having gained some control from his submissive placement. 

Fine, if that's how he wanted it. You'd been planning on giving him a blow first, to ease him in to your plan but fuck it. He was being difficult. 

You stood from the bed and turned away from the sight of your deranged lover. You twisted your top over your head and dropped your shorts to the ground. You wore nothing under them, and you knew Bel watching you from behind. 

It was a talk with Lussuria that had given you the idea, he'd told you about the fight between the bel and the storm guardian for the vongola ring, and it'd got your mind thinking. 

You reached the table where you'd dumped all of Bel's clothes, and gently picked up one of his knives. 

"Shishishi, what are you planning to do with that?" Bel had apparently gotten his sense of humour back, but you knew it wouldn't last long. You walked back and straddled him again, pressing your heat against his straining cock and almost sinking yourself on it for some relief.  You smirked at him, and lightly skimmed the knife along his jaw as you leaned down to kiss him. Despite his strange lack of complaining so far, his lips showed his frustration as they bit and nipped at yours. You felt a familiar sting of your skin breaking, and then he pulled on your lower lip and sucked at it. 

You wrenched yourself away placing the knife flat across his lips to stop him from speaking, and partly to cover the droplets of your blood clinging to his lips that somehow made it so erotic. 

"Stop it Bel." As firmly as you could, "you're ruining my surprise."

"Shishishi, but you're getting wetter by the second." He bucked his hips against yours to prove his point, and then his tongue flicked out against the blade and you almost untied him then and there. 

Grinding your hips down you regained your edge, watching his jaw clench to stop whatever sound wanted to come out. Drawing the knife slowly down to his chest, you looked at his face and made a quick slice against his skin. 

The knives were sharper than you anticipated, of course they were, they were Bel's, so the even though the cut was clean and relatively shallow, the blood bubbled to the surface and spread over his pale skin. Almost tempting fate, you raised the knife to his eye level, watching his eyes zero in on the drops of his blood dripping back to his chest. Almost in a trance, he watched as you lowered the knife once again and sliced against his abdomen. 

You watched as his darkened eyes scrunched closed for a second, and his breathing quickened, he was so hard beneath you, so painfully turned on by the sight of his own blood, and the sight of his eyes when they snapped open sent that delicious shiver of fear down your spine, and you knew you'd awoken something dangerous in the man, something that definitely shouldn't turn you on as much as it was. 

Your hips ground powerfully on to his, and his body flexed and bent as if only then remembering his original problem. And god did you feel powerful, watching him twist and writhe beneath you, high on his bloodlust. You were so intent on watching him that you didn't realise the proximity of his hand to yours as you braced yourself on the headboard. His hand snatched up, wrenching the knife from your fingers and cut himself free. He twisted you over, and you lay on your back for a haphazard breath as he cut his legs free, and then he was atop you, smirking down at you. 

"Shishishi, you didn't think you could actually overpower the prince did you?" His voice was dark, like twisted iron, and you weren't ready when he thrust into you. His body shuddered, as if soaking in relief at your tight heat. And then he was pounding relentlessly, his fingers tight around your wrists, holding them above your head. Your legs coiled around his slim hips, lifting your own to allow him deeper, always deeper. 

"Ahh, Bel-mmph-"

Your moan was muffled as his lips crashed against yours, sucking at your bloody lip while his hips continued with such abandon. He pulled back to admire his handiwork, your lips were swollen and bloody and your eyes looking at him like that, angry that he'd taken your control, yet so needy. A chaotic mix of fury and submission that set his blood burning. 

Your breasts were red, one nipple coated in blood from where he'd pressed his chest, and the sight of his blood on you, he couldn't stop himself from swooping down and lapping it up. His tongue twisted around you, his mouth sucking to bring your own blood to the surface, watching your body arch as you pressed your breasts shamelessly into the air, closer to his mouth begging for more. 

"Wench" he muttered gleefully, biting roughly at your nipple again as he drew a hand back from your wrists, still holding them firmly in his remaining hand. He wiped it along the still-bleeding cut on his chest and smeared it along your other breast, pinching the hard nub at your peak. 

Your moans were lost to him, you knew that. He was to focused on fucking your brains out and painting your skin with his own blood to care about what you was feeling, but your every nerve was alive and sparking with his pounding thrusts, each crash of your hips sent you higher. The slim fingers that pinched at you, the lips that were once again moulded against yours, it all had your body arching and legs tightening as you neared your release. 

"Ah I'm-"

Your moan was smothered by his mouth as he ravaged your lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth and coaxing yours. You knew what he wanted, but god you wanted it too. Your tongue followed his back, until his teeth secured around it, biting it and sucking at the pinpricks of blood. 

He released you as your walls tightened around him, almost feeling his own end as your voice called out his name, feeling your orgasm rip through you again and again as his hips kept thrusting until he sheathed himself inside you one final time and joined you. 

Your breathing was heavy as you gulped down air, looking up at the man above you. You were unsure of the repercussions of your actions, you had just made the prince bleed, people who did that usually ended up dead. 

If Bel noticed your train of thought he said nothing, his eyes trained on your lower abdomen where his other cut had bled fully and smeared all over you. His grin back in place, he swirled his finger through it in patterns before sitting back and admiring his handiwork. 

Your muscles protesting, you raised yourself to look, and chuckled when you saw that he'd written his own name in the smear, like a child claiming his property. 

You sat up, figuring you should probably take a shower, but Bel had other plans. His hand wrapped around your throat and forced you back to the sheets. 

"Shishishi, you don't think that was it do you? You've committed a serious crime."

There it was, you knew his sadistic twisted mind was in there somewhere. As he looked at his name on you, you felt his cock harden. The hand that wasn't on your throat was reaching for the knife he'd tossed aside. Somehow, after your experience on top, your blood burned hotter at the sight of the knife. 

Oh god, you'd become just as deranged as him. 

Sasuke Uchiha Lemon/Baby Daddy - Lanterns of Starlight - Request

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                She knew well the hollowness of being alone, of watching her family killed before her eyes. No, Hikari Aino was no stranger to loneliness, which was probably why she understood him so well. She knew the feeling of having no home, of being in a village but feeling like she didn’t belong there. But she was a firm believer in hope, which made all the difference. 

                She hadn’t seen Sasuke in a while, and she felt that old loneliness starting to creep back in. Back when she had first been brought to the Leaf village after the slaughter of her clan from the Snow, she hadn’t quite fit in. She had no family, no village, and no one to stop the tears brimming at her eyes. No one until the quiet dark haired boy had stepped in and stopped the bullies. That was the beginning of a strange but beautiful relationship for them, one that had only blossomed through all of the adversary they had faced.

                But this loneliness was only teasing at the edges of her, because somehow she knew that he was close by. Even though it was a dark night and only the glittering stars lit her path, she knew that he would find her. So it was with a firm belief in the man she loved that she sat on a park bench and waited, leaning back and losing herself in the night sky. She had always loved to watch the night sky, but even more so when she was missing him. It reminded her of him, the pale moon hanging aloof with only the small stars to keep it company. No matter how many stars, nor how they tried, they never managed to get close to the moon, it shone too brightly, stars could not survive near it. Hikari sighed softly, her heart reaching out to it, the moon must be so lonely. Just like she and Sasuke had been before they found solace in one another.

                He didn’t say anything, and moved with that silent grace that he kept at his command. He didn’t approach immediately, simply watched her as she hummed a soft pleasant melody that he was sure he’d heard before.

                But waiting took too long, he’d missed her too. He hadn’t been around to worship her like she deserved, but he was damn well going to make up for that now. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw him stride swiftly to move in front of her, then she spluttered when his mouth crashed against hers. His mouth was hard and unyielding, pulling at her lips feeling himself grow at the gasp he pulled from her.

                “Mmmph… Sasuke-” She murmured when she got a breath of air before Sasuke was back at her, “welcome… home”. In response he forced her backwards, catching her head and laying her down along the bench and moving down her body. She could only stare and hold back the sigh as his slender fingers gripped around her ankle and slowly raised it to his lips, kissing the inside of her calf. His onslaught continued up her leg, his tongue flicking out at the underside of her knee, god, why was that so sensitive-

                His hands wandered past, squeezing at her thighs and she bucked her hips up, ready for him to touch her, but he skipped right over her core. Why did she need him so badly in such a small amount of time, it was embarrassing! But this was Sasuke, he dominated every task he undertook and dominating her like this was no chore. His hot breath blew over her as he kissed up her stomach, unbuttoning her shirt as he went. She bit her lip again but a part of the needy cry escaped, and he only smirked as she glared at him.

                “Don’t hide them from me.” He whispered in her ear, “I need you just as much.” As if to prove his point he rolled his hips into hers, just once, but it was enough for her attention-starved clit. He was hard, he’d obviously been hard for a while, if his lust darkened eyes were anything to judge by.

                “Sasuke pleas-” her voice was muffled again as his fingers crept under her bra and pinched at her nipples. There was not much space between them, his body lay completely over hers and she swore he could feel the pounding of her heart, the way it thudded in time with his.

                “I hear you had some trouble while I was gone.” His words, so strange in their situation, were accompanied by a nip at her ear before he buried his head in her neck and licked at her pulse there.

                “Nothing I couldn’t handle” she gasped back.

                He was silent, continuing his assault on her skin, his hands still moulding at her breasts. But he knew, somehow he always knew. The men had been rude, and vulgar, the type of men that Hikari hated the most. The type of men that Sasuke loved to protect her from but when he wasn’t there…. He worried, and that melted her heart all the more.

                Her hands, previously scrunched in his hair wandered down to cup his manhood, she needed him, the air around them was blistering with desire, her skin was burning for him. The feel of him rocking against her hand provided relief but not nearly enough. He seemed to agree, as his hands left her cold for a moment and shrugged her pants down past her knees but no further. Her legs were restricted this way, but it sent an exciting chill down her spine with the not-so-subtle reminder that they didn’t have the safety of closed doors.

                His fingers slipped against her as he chuckled, “you’re so wet”, but he slipped his fingers in despite her readiness, curling his knuckles and pushing his thumb up against her clit. Her fingers shuddered for a moment as she lost herself in the sensation, but then she was hurrying back to shuffle his pants down his hips and wrapped her hand around the hot cock that sprang to meet her. A low growl left his throat, and then he was lining himself up and sinking thankfully inside her.

                They stayed like that, revelling in finally being united before Sasuke pulled out and sheathed back in, rocking her hips. She could barely buck up against him, restrained by the pants still around her legs that bound her, but Sasuke didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he enjoyed pinning her and ravishing her, knowing that every ounce of pleasure, every cry, every finger curling sensation came from him.

                A park bench wasn’t the best place to make love, it was cold and dark and cramped, and the wood was uncomfortable and rough against her back, but kami, Hikari would never trade this moment for something else. Seeing Sasuke like this, so wild and unrestrained, thrusting against her, his skin hot against hers, it was just so hot and primal.

                He ducked down, nipping at a breast before leaning his forehead against hers, staring into the light brown eyes so different from his own, but that reflected everything he felt for her back at him. She saw all of this and more, feeling it spur her arousal faster and faster-

                “Ah~ Sasuke-”

                She felt the rumbled grunts against her chest and the speeding of his hips then his eyes were squeezing closed as he hilted himself inside her one last time. His hand flew down and twisted at her clit, pulling and rolling and then she was cumming alongside him, the feeling of him spilling within her and his talented fingers combining to drag out her orgasm like the last burn of an ember or a curling wisp of smoke.

                It was moments before either made a sound, and then it was only a breathless chuckle. Still wrapped in the warm blanket of afterglow, they realised how ridiculous their situation was.

                “It’s like we’re teenagers all over again.”

                He smirked, “if I recall, when we were teenagers you-”

                Her hands sprang up to cover his mouth and she felt a slick wetness slide along her fingers and an impish wickedness in his dark eyes. Oh boy she thought as he fixed his clothes and picked her up, sauntering towards a more suitable place to continue. This would be a long night.

***

                Hikari stood in the doorway quietly, it was a rare moment of peace for her as her three children didn’t often leave her time to relax. Sure she probably be doing mission papers or fixing them a snack they’d no doubt want soon, but she couldn’t tear herself away. The eldest, Sōsuke, was watching the others with a protective-big-brother vibe. They were his siblings, and his childish chest swelled with the need to protect them. The second was Hikari’s only daughter. Sayaka looked a lot like her father, but past the hair and eye colours it was clear that her finer features came from her mother. She was a sweetheart and loved to leave out piles of leaves for the animals to eat. Neither Hikari or Sasuke had the heart to tell her that the wind merely blew the piles away at night, and every morning Sayaka was thrilled to see that yet another animal had sampled from her café. The youngest was Hikaru who was still learning his way in the world and where he fit in with his siblings, but there was an impish side to him that Hikari remembered she had seen in a very young Sasuke.

                Her children laughed and screamed as their father rolled in the grass with them, and Hikari smiled at the sight. Then Sasuke’s eyes flickered up to meet hers and her heart jumped with anticipation. She wasn’t sure what for, for the future, for later that night?

Whatever it was, she couldn’t wait.