Kratos x Reader

Thirty-Six (Smut)

Again and again he covered you in kisses.

It felt like little flames were dancing on your skin.

He grabbed your face with both of his hands, gentle and soft and placed his lips on yours again.

You couldn't help but lean into the feeling of him giving you affection. It tasted so sweet, yet as bitter as sin.

Why did it feel so good?

And why did it have to hurt so much?

A shaky breath left your lips. It sounded a bit like a whimper.

Immediately, he stopped and pulled back. His golden eyes jumped over your face, searching for anything that he had done wrong.

You tried to smile, but it looked painful.

As a tear rolled down your cheek, he kissed it away.

"What is it?", he asked, whispering.

It felt like he was worried for you.

He didn't dare to speak louder than a whisper. Too big was the fear that he might frighten you and this bubble of intimacy bursted.

He didn't want that.

Not right now. He needed the touches, the softness and the love, you could see it in his eyes.

He wanted this like nothing else. He wanted to remember how it felt to be loved.

The sight of him being so soft and not himself anymore, but a broken man and a husband who wanted nothing else but to be worthy, made you smiled softly.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you leaned forward and kissed him.

"I fear to forget.", you whispered, rubbing your forehead against his. "I feel lonely, until I meet somebody. Somebody like you. But despite knowing you now, I know that I will feel lonely again. Because I will forget."

A heavy breath escaped him.

"Forgetting me would be a blessing.", he said.

"No. Even if you would be the worst of curses, I would give anything to remember you."

"Why?"

"Because a curse can still make me feel wanted. I won't be lonely with you. Even if it means that you will be my end."

You looked up, directly into his eyes. The (E/C) of you mixed with the liquid gold of his.

He looked sad, so incredibly sad. But at the same time his face was as cold as stone.

What did he feel?

The desire of flesh?

Attraction?

Hate?

You couldn't tell. But in that moment, it didn't matter anyways.

You wanted him.

He wanted you.

That was all that mattered in that moment.

Again, you leaned forward.

Your lips stole another taste of his, so harsh yet so sweet. It was painful to kiss him, your heart was aching but at the same time it filled you with satisfaction.

Have you ever felt something like this before?

Was he the first you ever felt like this with?

Or would he just be one of a thousand, long forgotten and ripped away from you to leave a deep, sad emptiness inside?

"Kratos...", his name tasted so bitter sweet on your tongue.

He leaned further into you, his grip tightened as his hands pressed your weight down on himself. He became stiff between his legs, pressing even harder into your core.

He felt huge, but at the same time gentle.

"Don't say my name.", he said, almost begging you to stop.

"Why?"

"I might fall for the sound when it come out of your mouth."

A soft smile spread on your lips, swollen from the kiss and shimmering because of his salvia.

"Kratos.", you said again and kissed him, gentle as if he could break under your touch.

He seemed so fragile in that moment. More like a man and less like a god that slaughtered his own kind. In that moment, he was no one but a man that longed for your touch and the love he didn't feel in a long time.

"Don't. Please.", he placed kisses on your neck, travelling down to the hem of you shirt and pulling it down.

You allowed him to do so and let out a small moan as he began to slide his tongue over the soft skin of your chest.

The sensation of your nipples tightening send shivers down your spine.

With a gasp, you let your head fall back. Carefully, you rubbed your core against the fabric of his pants that began to tighten with every minute.

He didn't protest as you let a hand slide down and grabbed him. Only a soft sound escaped him, something between a surprised gasp and an excited growl.

His hips pressed into the touch of yours, as you opened the belt and pulled the pants down, just enough to give his dick enough space to escape.

The hard flesh jumped out of its cage, twitching and dripping in excitement. Slowly, you let your fingers run down the entire length, over the visible veins and the wet tip.

With a testing gaze, you looked him in the eyes before bowing down and letting your tongue run over the tip. He tasted salty but not in an unpleasant way.

It was just enough to taste on the tip of your tongue.

As he was wetted enough, you couldn't help but pull your own pants down. Excitement made your heart race. Slowly, you placed yourself on top of him.

But you stopped and looked at him again.

Kratos eyes were darkened. His breath was heavy and his face showed the impatience growing.

Without a word, he let his hand slide underneath you and began to massage your entrance. A burning sensation chased through you.

His fingers were skilled, no doubt about that, but rough at the same time. The movements earned him a soft moan form you, heated and impatient.

Frowning with torture, you let your forehead fall against his and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Gods, don't tease me like this.", you whispered.

"But I will."

"Why? Isn't it enough for you that you have power over my body?"

"No. I want to make this moment last as long as possible. I need to see the pleasure in your eyes."

"Why?"

He hesitated. His eyes looked deep into yours.

"Because I never want to forget this face. Nor how you make me feel.", with those words, he pushed you down on him.