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. 

Gaara no Sabaku Lemon - With Fury

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Character: Dana. From the Leaf, has a slight temper

Interest: Gaara

Show: Naturo

                She’d only slipped on flats as she stormed out the door, but now she wished she’d worn something that made a more demanding sound as she walked, something that would convey her blistering anger. The flats, paired with the summer dress she’d been lazing around in didn’t exactly convey the fury she was feeling, but she’d be damned if she was going to turn around now.

                The hallways of the Hokage building were deserted, as one would expect them to be on a weekend. The day only made her more infuriated, because no one respectable ever arrives on a weekend, which meant he’d been here for at least two days already! Of course, Shizune was probably still here, filing papers and doing all of the things that Tsunade hadn’t done over the week, but that was entirely different!

                At the door to the temporary office he was using, she stopped and took a breath before shaking the handle of the door. She knocked heavily. “Gaara! Quit hiding like a coward!”

                After a moment, the door opened smoothly opened and she was staring into turquoise eyes.

                “Dana,” he said, almost as if he was confused. Then, “I’m not hiding.”

                “Then why was the door locked?” She asked, barging past him into the office.

                “Because I’m doing work and I’m busy.” He stressed the word, but still didn’t seem angry at her attitude. Her blood was boiling, at least if he got angry she could yell and let off some steam! But he was never angry with her, which was one of the things she loved about him.

                “Doing work? It’s a Sunday!”

                “Shizune is still bringing me documents to look over-”

                “And how long ago did you get here?” She continued, ploughing her words over his. She turned as he walked past her and sat back down behind his desk. “Did you even think about telling me you were coming?”

                She paused to take a breath, only to notice that his pen was scratching away.

                “You’re doing paperwork! Gaara I’m talking to you!”

                “Are you?” He muttered quietly, “I thought you were yelling at me.”

                “Yelling? I’m not yelling!”

                “mhmm.”

                “Seriously Gaara, do I mean nothing to you? You’ve been here for days and haven’t told me! You could have even sent a note, a speck of sand, anything! Instead I have to hear it from Naruto which was so embarrassing because obviously he thought I’d know you were here.”

                “Naruto?” Gaara’s eyes had flickered up to look at her.

                “Yes, he came to ask if we wanted to meet up for lunch tomorrow, because as your girlfriend I should know your schedule! Maybe I should start going out with him instead, at least he takes time out of his day to say hello!”

                Gaara’s pen had stopped moving.

                Dana continued ranting. “I bet he’s always up for doing fun things! He’d never come to my town and not stop by! He’d never-”

                Gaara stood, his chair scraping back loudly against the floor as he slowly stalked over to her. His eyes were dark as he walked her back into the wall, his hands capturing her wrists above her head.

                “So you’d prefer Naturo.” He muttered dangerously, “I’m not enough anymore.”

                “At least he knows how to say hello,” she mumbled as she avoided his penetrating gaze.

                His teeth grazed the shell of her ear, dipping down to lightly bite at the skin of her neck. “Does Naruto know this?” A shiver coursed down her spine, either from his words or the lips kissing to her jaw she couldn’t tell. Probably both.

                His body was pressed flush against hers, and the heat of him radiated through her, as if he carried that hot desert within him. His knee jerked her legs apart and he settled himself between them.

                “Does he know you’ve got a thing about being pressed up against walls?”

                Dana pressed her eyes shut tight, as if she could force out the words that were melting her anger into something much hotter, and much more delicious. She was still angry at him for not telling her he was in the village! But even as she argued with herself, she was resisting the urge to force her hips up and revel in the wicked feeling of him pressed against her. And he was so right, because there was something so amazing about having Gaara pressed against her, and the wall leaving her nowhere to go, there was no space that wasn’t filled with Gaara.

                She groaned as he circled his thigh, brushing lightly against her core, but not enough, never enough. “Does he know how much work you are?”

                She had to chuckle, even if only a little. She knew exactly how much work it took to keep her happy, but Gaara had been doing an exceptional job of it for the entire time they’d been together. He released her hands from above her, and immediately she fisted them in his hair and forced his mouth to hers, something he’d been denying her for a while. His head slanted to deepen the kiss, his lips moving furiously against hers as his hands grasped her thighs and heaved her legs around his waist.

                A gasp was pulled from her lips, Gaara had hiked the dress up around her thighs and now only his clothes and her flimsy underwear separated them.

                And then he stopped.

                “Gaara-”

                “We’re in my office.” His voice was tense, strained with the arousal that was pounding through him.

                She glared at him, “don’t you even think of-”   

                But his eyes were glancing to the door that was no longer locked, thinking of how Shizune said she would be back any minute with more documents, thinking of his position in the sand and the duty to his people.

                “Dana-” he groaned, his hands capturing her thighs and preventing them from clenching any further around him, he was torn. Her, or his people?

                If they were in their bedroom it wouldn’t be a problem, but this could have repercussions far beyond anything-     

                And then she was kissing him, soft, like they weren’t in such a compromising position and like she hadn’t stormed in here with all of her anger ready to give him the thrashing of a lifetime. She understood, how could she not? She knew everything about him, she knew how his mind worked, and she knew that no matter how much she wanted this that now was not the time.

                “You’ll be in your apartment by 8?”

                “Yeah,” he murmured back.

                She lowered her legs to the ground, “You’d better be.”

                He chuckled, fixing his uniform before kissing her again, “I’ll see you tonight.” His voice was still strained as his erection was still stiff between his legs.

                She opened the door and saw Shizune on the other side, one hand raised to knock.

                “Dana, it’s nice to see you.”

                Dana bit back the complaint, if it wasn’t for Shizune then she wouldn’t have to leave. “Nice to see you too.”

***

                9:30.

                She was going to murder him.

                She barged through the door to his office, and her angry words died in her throat as she saw him sat at his desk, one hand placed palm-down on the wood in front of him. The other hand was out of her sight, but from the rhythmic tensing of his arm, she could guess what he was doing.

                “You’re late.” He said, smirking.

                “So are you.” She said, not moving.

                “Lock the door.”

                Dana swallowed, all fight taken out of her, and she wanted to follow those orders so badly, she knew where it would lead. But he was late, and he’d made her come to him, she needed some little stance of power.

                “No.” She said, closing the door and walking towards him, fully aware that someone could walk in at any moment despite the late hour. She walked around the desk, slipping out of the flats on her way. He turned his chair to follow her, so when she turned she saw him face on. She saw the small smirk that told her they wouldn’t be stopping this time. She saw the way his robe was parted that showed his duties as Kazekage were over for the day. But most importantly, she saw the fist wrapped around his cock that was slowly pumping as he watched her.

                It was hypnotising, watching him stroke himself, and suddenly, her hand was reaching out to do it for him. She looked up at him, her hand slowing to turn his attention to her face, and the other hand that was smoothly pulling at the zipper of her dress and letting it pool around her waist. It was her turn to smirk at him, completely at her mercy. This was her revenge for keeping her waiting, and she knew it was working perfectly as she lowered her mouth to his tip and took the head inside.

                His hand twitched from where it rested on his thigh, restraining itself from fisting in her hair. She dove lower, hollowing her cheeks and sucking, god, his hips bucked up from the chair but she only retreated and ran her tongue over the slit. She was laughing at him, and he knew it. She enjoyed having the Kazekage in the palm of her hand, but he couldn’t deny that he didn’t love it too. The hot press of her tongue as it lapped at him, the subtle squeeze of her hand around his base, the tight way her throat closed around him. He looked down at her and saw her eyes peering smugly up at him, and as if to spite him, she took him deep into her throat again, her nose skimming along the skin of his pelvis as her throat muscles relaxed around him. His hands fisted themselves in her hair and prevented her from retreating like she had done before. She chuckled around him, vibrations that sent shivers to his heated core, but conceded to his request. It was then that he saw her hand, previously resting on his inner thigh, travel down under the skirts of her dress.

                He opened his mouth, probably to demand that she let him attend to her, but a groan left his lips instead as she timed a particularly hard suck. He doesn’t have a full view of what her hand is doing, but it isn’t hard to guess. His fingers start twitching in her hair, burning to take her place and bury himself in her.

                It was this desire that forced his hand to tighten and pull her up off his cock. She sent him confused eyes but he just stood and pulled her with him. Their lips clashed in such need, because for all her teasing him, she needed him just as badly. Her fingers had done nothing except echo the fact that it wasn’t him who had been pleasuring her, and she couldn’t help her reaction when now it seemed he was about to do so.

                He pulled away from her, again, and suddenly she was turned around and the hand on her back was pressing her forwards until she was bent flat over his desk. Whatever she was about to say was lost in a helpless cry as his fingers burned hot against her. There was no teasing left in him, this was raw and hot and alive. Her nipples scratched teasingly against the wood of the desk. For a moment she was left empty as his fingers moved to her hips, but then he was pounding into her and she was so full. Her eyes flew open as his fingers closed around her clit. She stared at the door, knowing that it wasn’t locked and somehow that just made the situation hotter. In the back of her mind, she knew that with the noise she was making, they wouldn’t have to open the door to know what was going on.

                She could feel the coil tightening within her and knows that she won’t last much longer, and she can feel Gaara’s lips against her shoulder blade, hasty in a way that tells her he is so close.

                “Ah-Gaara I’m-”

                He grunts back, the only sound he can make with all of the exertion his body is going through, and then she is crying his name again, louder, and her walls are tightening around him. He grits his teeth and forces himself faster, faster, following her to climax as he finally sheaths himself inside her.

                Everything is silent except for their uneven breaths, and then he slips out of her and runs a warm comforting hand up her back.

                “Lets go home.” He breathed, pulling her dress back down over her bottom as she gathered her scattered mind.

*** Extended Ending ***

                As they walked through the dimly lit Hokage building, Dana couldn’t help but feel warm. The night is silent, her hand is entwined with her stubborn Kazekage, and her mind still hasn’t quite recovered from the shattering it just received. This is probably the reason why she failed to feel the mortification she usually would have when they walked past Shizune’s office. The woman sat there, avoiding their gaze, and a faint fading blush on her cheeks.    

Denmark Lemon - Night of a King

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.x.Hidden.x.Winter.x.

                “Let the King take care of you.” It was a low murmur, but it was all it took.

***

                The day had started like any other, Mathias had been leaving for work in a flurry of jackets and coffee, late like usual. However, he never seemed late enough to miss a goodbye kiss and his daily attempt to cop a feel of her behind.

                “Mathias!” She had scolded, tapping at his arm with the wooden spoon in her hand. She was making muffins like she usually did in the mornings. Her house frequently hosted visiting friends who dropped in randomly on their way past, and she always liked having some kind of baked good around to give them. Not to mention that Mathias ate half a batch by himself. Said man only chuckled at her evasion, dipping his index finger into the bowl of batter and lifting it to his lips. His tongue quickly wrapped around it, tasting the chocolate and staring playfully at her. She could only stand captivated by his boldness, a light blush coating her cheeks as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. He dipped down, catching her off guard again and pressing his lips against hers, parting them with a breath. He stepped closer, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. Their bodies were almost flush with one another, and Tatiana almost lost her thoughts when she was sharply reminded by a gradually stiffening feel against her lower body. She broke the kiss with a gasp and placed her hands against his chest, backing up against the counter. Mathias shot her a cheeky grin before running out the door, probably going to be terribly late for work.

                Tatiana had turned back to her muffins, a heaviness in her heart that hadn’t been there moments ago. She’d been with Mathias for a long while and couldn’t imagine her life without him. He stayed over so much that he practically lived at her house, sleeping in her bed but never pushing her, never going further than she was ready for. Her heart had almost burst the first time, when he’d told her he would wait for her, she’d never imagined he’d be so serious or committed. She loved him, and wished she could show him, but like a second ago she always pulled away.

                She just wanted to show him.

                And damn it all, she would.

***

                He was late. He usually arrived home at                six, it was now six fifteen. She knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn’t help it, nervousness was eating at her, spreading out from the red lace hanging low on her hips and tight around her chest. She’d put loose shorts and one of his shirts on overtop to make herself feel better, and subconsciously she knew it was she so could back out if she needed to. She heard keys jingling and rushed to the front door, pulling it open in such a flurry that Mathias just looked at her for a moment, his hands stunned and not moving from his keys. Then he relaxed, kissing her cheek as he huddled them into her house. “Miss me, gorgeous?”

                “Mmm.” She agreed, lacing her fingers with his and pulling him further into the house. She stopped and allowed him to step into her, stretching her hands up to play with the short blond hair at the nape of his neck.

                “If you’re going to be like this then I’ll come home late every day.” He murmured against her smiling lips. His hands attached themselves to her hips, instinctively pulling her against him. That was when she stiffened, feeling it against her.

“Sorry Tat,” he said with a sheepish grin, “guess I can’t help myself today.” He kissed her lightly and moved his hips from hers. His lips dashed to her neck, kissing along her collar bone, her shoulders, not helping slow the whirling of Tatiana’s mind. She had to say something, she couldn’t let this opportunity go by! But her mind couldn’t be pried from the soft lips kissing her skin until a sharp sting echoed on her shoulder. She looked at him, and he stood tall forcing her eyes to follow him upwards. He tugged the big shirt over her shoulder, showing more of the red strap. He pulled on it again and let it snap back lightly against her skin. “What’s this?”

She looked away but he caught her jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “Tat?”

“It’s….It’s for you…”

His eyes widened, and she could see them slowly darkening as his pupils grew. “You mean-”

He was cut off as she stepped towards him, putting her body flush against his. His hands gripped her hips holding there, but his words contradicted, “Are you sure, I mean-”

“It’s a matching set.” She blurt out, not having the courage to say anything more, but that seemed to be enough. A hand wrapped around to the small of her back and forced her closer against him, groaning at the contact he’d been denied for so long.

“Relax gorgeous," he whispered as he pressed her back up against a wall, “I know you’re nervous.” She nodded against his lips but was still tense, still so unsure, so inexperienced. He felt all of this and more, felt all of her hesitation and breathed once more in her ear.

“Let the King take care of you.”

His voice was so low, so erotic, Tatiana had never experienced anything like it. A shiver ran down her spine, buckling her knees until she was clutching at him to stay standing. He didn’t mind, he was clutching at her too, but for a different reason. He needed her, he’d needed her for a long time but he’d behaved because she’d needed him too, tonight he didn’t have to. But he’d restrain himself for now, he’d let her start slow before he claimed her fully.

His hands crept up her shirt and she shivered at the heat against her cold skin. His thumb traced the skin just beneath the underwire and felt her arc just a bit, just enough to show him she wanted more. Looking into her wide eyes that were tainted with excitement, he lifted her shirt (technically his shirt) and admired the new flesh revealed to him.    

                “God” He buried his face in her neck as his hot hands wandered over her skin, up her back and over her stomach leaving burning trails. His talented fingers pressing and squeezing at places that left her gasping. He nibbled his way between her breasts, pulling at the white bow in the middle of her bra. She hummed at the growl left his throat, knowing that he’d realised the connection between her bra and the colours of his flag. “You know just what gets me off.” He muttered, fingers fumbling with the clasp. As it dropped to the floor, Mathias pressed his chest to hers, groaning again at the flushed heat of her skin against his. He pressed his lips furiously back to hers, noting the lack of nervousness as his hand drifted down to a breast. They were stiffened to peaks already, begging for his attention which he did not deny. His thumb brushed over the nub, circling and tightening it between his fingers. Her mouth broke from him, falling back against the wall with a gasp.

                “Mathias”

                She felt his grin against her collarbone, as he slowly moved south. With every move, she felt her nervousness bubble up, her throat closing and mind clouding. So really, it was only her subconscious (that was tired of Tatiana constantly pushing away the man in front of her) that reacted by reaching out and fitting her hand on the hard length between them.

                Everything stopped, Mathias looked at her with wide eyes, his hot breath fanning over her cheeks. But she wanted to do this for him, and couldn’t deny that a heat pooled between her thighs at the thought of him getting hard for her. Experimenting, she stroked her hand along the length, watching his eyes flutter.

                “gud ja , bare sådan” (1).

                She felt his heavy breath on her neck, and the heat of his hand as he covered hers, pushing it harder onto him, squeezing her fingers around him.

                She could feel his muscles taut and hard against her, viciously fighting against himself to hold back. He’s held back enough, she decided, as she slid her hand from under his and slipped it beneath his waistband.

                It was hot, having him at her mercy like this, which surprised her because she’d never thought she’d enjoy this this much. Him, towering over her, broad shoulders hunched and slim hips thrusting into her hand like he couldn’t stop himself.

                “stoppe…stoppe” (2). He muttered, grinning at her breathlessly. “Can’t finish before I’ve had my wicked way with you.”

                God he loved that blush.

                He stripped himself of his clothes, noticing her eyes wandering over his chest. He chuckled, stepping closer and pressing himself against her. He didn’t break eye contact as his burning hands wandered to cup her thighs, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist in surprise, feeling his erection tight against her covered core.

                She leaned up, eagerly pressing her lips to his as they stumbled through the living room and into her bedroom. His eyes lit up in mischief as he tossed her onto the bed, following her down before she had a chance to collect herself and they both groaned as he rolled his hips into her, mouth ducking down to capture a breast.

                Her fingers tousled in his hair, mind wandering in fog. Why on earth had she ever been nervous about this?

                “ahhh Mathias-” His fingers had slipped under the shorts and tightened around her clit, rolling it between the calloused pads of his fingertips.

                “Mmm, say that again.” He was so hard, and it was only getting worse with every breathy call of his name. He slipped lower, rubbing against her outer lips. He mumbled against the side of a breast before recapturing her lips, “you’re so wet.”

                “Because of you.” She whispered back.

                She heard a string of fast Danish fall from his lips, then, “are you ok?” Because he’d gone through too many cold showers alone, had finished in a silent rush too many times, and now his beautiful girlfriend was beneath him naked and his cock was hard in that painful way from not being buried in her.

                He’d shrugged off the rest of her clothes a minute ago, and they now lay somewhere in the room, neither of them cared where. His words were timed with a deep roll against her, and the heat and pleasure of skin and skin brought moans out of both of them.

                “Mathias, please-” She couldn’t think, she was too warm and yet cold without him, she needed him in a way she’d never felt before.

                He didn’t wait, needing her as much as she needed him, and sheathed himself fully inside her, collapsing against her as he waited.

                “oh.” She breathed as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of being so full. Her walls squeezed as she thought about the fact that it was him who was filling her.

                He was trying to distract himself, nipping at the skin on her neck, pinching her nipples, anything to keep himself from moving before she was ready. And then she was rolling her hips, moving him against her and he couldn’t really help himself. His hips slowly pulled out and slammed back in, movements becoming smoother, faster. She was clutching at his back and calling his name, voice cracking as it went higher and higher as she felt the coil in her tightening. The man above her was glistening, a sheen of sweat coating his body as he slammed both of their bodies to the finish.

                “Mathias – I’m – ”

                “Me too-” he grunted back, hips pistoning and then her back was arching and her breasts were pushing into the air and her lips were parting in a moan of his name. God, it was enough to spur his own end as he sputtered to an end inside her.

                He didn’t move yet, forearms bracing him above her, foreheads touching, chests heaving, and stupid content smiles on their lips.

                “Wasn’t so bad was it?” Mathias said, chuckling.

                She laughed back, jostling as he fell onto the bed beside her, wrapping himself around her small frame. “No, not at all.” She yawned.

                She felt soft lips on her temple, “go to sleep.” His voice was low as if he too was falling asleep, and she was content to do just that, with a small smile on her lips as just before she closed her eyes, she saw her Denmark themed panties hanging from the curtain rod.      

                

Translations:

(1) God yes, just like that

(2) Stop…stop

                                        

Makoto Tachibana one shot - Coffee?

                The individual races were finished, only the relay was left, this was it. The wait was almost over to see who would be making it to nationals. Iwatobi’s swim team were gathering, now only waiting on one very tall, green eyed swimmer.

                “Who’s that?” Nagisa asked suddenly, pointing over near the stands.

                Makoto was stood there, swim trunks still dripping and towel draped around his neck. However, Nagisa was more curious about the person he was talking to. He was looking down at someone, a girl who none of the boys from Iwatobi had seen before. Nagisa, Rei, and even Haru watched on in interest as the girl looked up at Makoto.

                “You er… Swam really well out there.” She said nervously.

                “Thanks,” he replied, “it’s because someone was cheering really loud for me.”

                A fan of red coated the very tips of her cheeks, but she smiled.

                “Sounds like you’ve got quite the fan base.”

                They chuckled.

                By this time Rin had walked up to join Haru, and was also watching the conversation with keen interest.

                “But I have to go really soon,” she said, “Coach Sasabe couldn’t spare me for long, I just couldn’t miss your race. See you around Makoto.” She turned and took a step, then stopped, looked back at him. She half turned, and then took another step away from him.

                “Are you alright Ava?” Makoto asked, smiling.

                “Do you want to go for coffee sometime?” She blurt out. “Or tea, or … protein juice?”

                “Protein juice?” he asked laughing.

                “Well I don’t know what swimmers are supposed to drink!”

                “That sounds great.”

                She smiled, going to walk away again.

                “Ava.” He called, “Could I get your number?

                “… right.” She reminded herself, and handed over her phone so he could put his number in it.

                “Sorry, I’d take your number but my phone is in the locker room…”

                She laughed again, “It’s cool.” She put her phone back in her pocket, “But I really am going to miss my train…”

                “Go, go!” He shooed her away and laughed as she ran off, apologising as she almost knocked a couple of swimmers over as the turned the corner.

                There was a brief moment of silence as Makoto realised what had just happened, and a slow smile began to spread across his face. Then, an arm was slung over his shoulders.

                “Who was she?” Rin wiggled his eyebrows as the other boys gathered around.

                Makoto rubbed the back of his neck and felt the tips of his ears turn red.

                “She’s a swim teacher at IWSC Returns. We haven’t really spoke much but she’s really nice and she’s great with the kids. They all love her.”

                “Do you llliiiiike her?” Nagisa purred, leaning in eagerly.

                Makoto avoided the stares of his friends, “Well… I… er, yeah, I do.”

                Nagisa cheered, dancing around with Rei while Rin ruffled Makoto’s hair, yelling excitedly. Haru was just watching his friends face, and the small smile that lingered there.

***

                Matako lay on his bed, arms folded behind his head and his feet dangling over the edge. He could hear Ran and Ren laughing and running throughout the rest of the house. He chuckled at the thought of his rambunctious siblings, and then his calm was shattered by a small vibrate from the phone on his nightstand.

                There was a crash as he rolled off the bed in his scramble to get to the phone, and when he finally flicked it open he smiled at the unknown number.

                Hey J

                At the other end of the line, Ava was sat on the edge of her bed, glancing nervously at her phone. She knew it, the smiley face was a bad idea, she should have just asked him what’s up –

                Hi J J

                She breathed a sigh of relief.

                How were the rest of the races?

                Well we made it to nationals with our relay!

                That’s incredible! Wow I’m so proud of you!

                There was a second, and Ava started being nervous again. Why on earth would she say she was proud of him? That’s something a girlfriend would say! Then her phone buzzed;

                Thanks! So… you still up for coffee?

                Ava squealed and clutched the phone to her chest. Technically she’d already asked him out and he’d said yes, so this was not really a surprise, but it still felt so unreal!

                Makoto was laying back on his bed, “Makoto, dinner’s ready.” His mother called as she passed his door.

                “Coming!” He replied, looking at his phone as it buzzed again.

                Absolutely

                He grinned at his phone, see you after your shift tomorrow?

                Her reply was almost instant.

Can’t wait.

***

                Her hair was still damp from the lesson and she’d done the best she could with it, but it still hung in a messy braid over her shoulder.

                “See you next week Coach Sasabe.” She waved but he only smirked back at her.

                “Going on a date are you?”

                She looked at him with wide eyes, “Er-”

                “Nice choice with him, he’s a good guy.” He winked and then turned to talk to some parents, while Ava’s mind was whirling, how did he know-

                “Ava.” She spun around and saw Makoto walking in the doors.

                “Makoto.” She said breathily, “How long have you been waiting.”

                He grinned, knowing he’d been caught. “Not long.”       

                He gestured to the door, offering his arm like a gentleman but with a cheerful laughing spark in his eye. “Shall we?”

                The walk to the coffee shop was calm, exchanges of stories and laughter, but in each of them a current of electricity ran underneath. They’d both been waiting for this for too long, and neither could really believe that it was finally happening.

                “Oh.” She said as they rounded the corner. The shop was full, not a single seat to spare. But Makoto didn’t miss a beat, looking down at her with those smiling green eyes.

                “Coffee to go?”

***

                The coffee cups had long since been disposed of, and Makoto’s arm had dropped enough that Ava were to reach up a hair’s breath, she would be able to finally clasp his hand in hers. But she didn’t, all of her bravery had been used up when she first approached him at the competition. And he seemed to realise that, having no problem with leading the conversation until her bravery came back.

                “Makoto, are those clouds…?” 

                As if her words were a trigger, Makoto didn’t even get a chance to look up before the rain started plastering down onto them. Ava let out a small squeal at the coldness of it dribbling down her neck. She seemingly forgot her nervousness and grabbed Makoto’s hand, pulling him as she ran for cover.

                The coffee shop was now deserted, but it’s awning was still out, and that is all Ava looked for. She pulled him under and laughed at their dishevelled state. They were soaked, clothes sticking to their bodies and hair plastered to their foreheads.

                She shivered as another fat droplet of water made its way down her spine.

                “I don’t even have a jacket or anything to give you.” Makoto groaned, “I should have checked the weather.” Then he grinned at her, “first the shop being full, now the rain. I seriously think someone’s against us getting coffee.”

                She chuckled, “maybe protein juice was the better option after all.”

                She could probably spend the rest of her days watching him laugh. The way his head fell back and his eyes looked so carefree. He seemed to realise that she was watching him, and his laughter died into something calmer, but powerful.

                He took a step closer, they were almost touching, “Ava.”

                Her name sounded so perfect coming from his lips, lips that were moist from the droplets running from his hair.

                “Makoto.” Her whisper seemed enough, and he began to lean down towards her, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek and brush away a few of those stray droplets. She felt his hand slide to the centre of her back, a warmth spreading from it that had nothing to do with temperature. Bracing herself on her tiptoes, Ava leant up, a clear invitation to banish Makoto’s final doubts.   

                His lips pressed against hers, that unfamiliar warmth spreading faster now, to her toes and to her fingers that were tousled in his hair.

                Then lightning flashed around them, and thunder rumbled the ground beneath their feet.

                “This probably isn’t the safest place to be.” He said with a crooked smile, lacing his fingers with hers and turning to face the rain.

                “Ready?” She challenged, lining up next to him.

                “I’ve been ready for a while.” He admitted, and they both knew that neither of them were talking about the rain, or the storm.

                “And I’m ready for forever.”