REQUESTED BY: 81_MONSE_18
A/N: It almost feels like cheating to use a Chris Crocker song. Nevertheless, enjoy!
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Your back pressed up against the door, the cold seeping through your clothes and onto your flushed skin. You shivered at the sensation before lips feverishly pressed against your own, new warmth from the taller body pressing into you creating a confusing blend of hot and cold.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in black hair and tugging. A deep, rasping moan escaped, swallowed by your mouth as your tongues hungrily twisted and writhed together. Hands, sleek and nimble, grabbed for the small of your back, slipping into your shirt and caressing your skin. Skin and bandages made for pleasant friction and you squirmed against Gundham, catching the hardness between his legs.
"Dark angel," he gasped, breaking the liplock to instead press kisses against your neck, licking up the beads of sweat that had begun to accumulate there. "S- so fast..."
You giggled breathlessly, teasingly moving your knee against his pants again. His fingers twitched and he choked for a moment before biting down hard on your nape.
A cry trailed off into a gasping moan, and you gripped his hair tighter as his teeth broke the skin. You could feel blood bubbling to the surface, though his tongue lapped it away, the sting making your legs buckle.
Fuck, he knew you liked a little pain with your pleasure. The toxic mix swirled together under your skin, lighting a fire and sending goosebumps rising in trails down your body.
From the moment you met him, you'd just known you'd end up banging sooner or later. He had an irresistible energy to him, something dark and sexy and dangerous all at once; and the way he looked at you with his mismatched eyes made you get a bit hot under the collar.
Even now, the dark, hungry look in those bewitching eyes made your legs grow weaker. Your instincts had kicked in, your body trapped against the door like a deer in headlights -- or more aptly, a deer frozen in anticipation for a big bad wolf to devour it. The wolf was ready to descend upon you, his sharpened canines rending your flesh in more ways than one.
Gundham exhaled, licking the blood from his lower lip. "As I surmised... you taste divine."
"I probably taste salty," you defended with a huff of laughter.
"Maybe so, but there's a faint hint of sweetness," his voice lowered an octave -- fuck, that's sexy -- and he leaned in closer. "Befitting of such a creature of the night."
His hand trailed upward from your hips, catching the bottom button of your dress shirt. You watched eagerly as he began to unbutton it, one by one slowly revealing more of your flesh to his gaze. When the last button came undone, you shrugged it from your shoulders and reached back to unclasp your bra.
His finger hooked at the center of the undergarment, and when the cups sagged freely he pulled it from your shoulders, tossing it aside and regarding your breasts with amazement. His long, slender hands cupped the supple flesh gently, thumbs brushing across your areolas while his eyes watched you, delightfully soaking in every subtle movement, every bite of your lip, every arch of your back.
He bent slightly and brought his face closer. Slowly, his mouth captured one of your nipples, and your back jolted with a moan. Your hands found his hair again, tugging him closer. Your feet pressed further against the floor when a particularly-hard suck made your core tingle and tighten.
With a reverberating chuckle, he pulled away and smirked at you. "Your body is endlessly entertaining to me... but I have a better idea of what to do with you."
"Oho?" You purred, your eyes narrowing in intrigue. "And what might that be, your highness?~"
The only clue to what that nickname did to him was the subtle widening of his grin and the lust swirling in his eyes as he swept you up into his arms. You shrieked slightly, wrapping your arms about his neck as he carried you further into the room. All too quickly, he dropped you onto the bed, your body bouncing slightly off of the pink covers as he peered down at you.
You watched as he stripped his own dress shirt, licking your lips when you saw his muscled chest appear. Next came his belt, clinking and drawing your attention further to the tent in his slacks. Once the belt dropped to the ground, his pants were next -- and you felt saliva begin to pool in your mouth at the sight of his boxers, his erection straining against the soft fabric.
Your hand trailed down between your legs, finding your panties. You bit your lower lip again as you slipped between the fabric and found your core, giving yourself a slow, lengthy stroke with your fingers.
Gundham chuckled, fingers teasing at the band at his waist. "Just so eager... you simply cannot wait for me any longer?"
"C- couldn't help myself," you panted in reply, eyes half-lidded. "Keep going."
His head tilted, and his hands gripped the waistband, slowly peeling the undergarment down his legs. Once it lifted out of the way, his dick bounced free, already swollen and hard.
You let out an involuntary breath when he bent, stepping out of his boxers. Your eyes followed the dick as it bounced this way and that with the movements of his body.
The mattress dipped beneath Gundham's weight as he knelt before you, his hands on either side of your hips, trapping you against the bed. His hands trailed across your hips, down your thighs, and at the rim of your panties, over your own. Your fingers paused in their actions, and you looked up at him, simpering under his intense stare.
"Let me," he implored.
Wordlessly, you withdrew your hand from your panties and he unclipped the side of your skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down. It pooled daintily on the comforter until he lay it down at the end of the bed.
And then his attention was between your legs. Your (f/c) panties were on proud display, a growing wet spot darkening the fabric against your lower lips. Gundham leaned in, hooking his index fingers on the waistband and pulling. Like a second skin, they were peeled from your body until you lay before him, naked and shivering in delight.
He groaned softly, his thumb teasing your lips until they parted, revealing blushing pink folds glistening with arousal. Like petals of a resilient flower, he decided, softly stroking at the opening until his fingertip sank inside.
You quivered, gasping softly when he pushed his index inside, curling and prodding at your inner walls as if searching for something. After a moment, he pushed against a certain spot that made you moan, and he smirked to himself.
"Don't be so surprised," he murmured to you, a proud glint in his red eye. "I'm not so arrogant that I would pointedly ignore the anatomy of a woman. Unlike the foolish mortals around us, I paid attention during those lessons."
With that (and another devious look when his thumb found your clit), he added another finger and began to pump them in and out, his thumb rolling slow, methodical circles about your love button. He relished in the way your toes curled and your back arched off the comforter, your voice crying out his name.
His fingers stretched apart and came together, stretching you. He added a third, and the stretch became more strained, though never painful. All the while he worked your bundle of nerves with, dare you hypothesize, practiced ease. His thumb never faltered its path, teasing the button and sending shocks straight up your spine.
The tightly-coiled spring of pleasure was building, building quickly in your lower stomach, heat pooling there...
... and right before you could cum, he pulled away.
You whined, lifting your hips up. "Wha... why'd you stop?"
"I only wish for you to cum on my cock," Gundham replied huskily, guiding his dick to your lower lips.
The head stroked sensually against them, coaxing them open slowly. You bit your lip and moaned when he sank inside, your pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.
He leaned in to lick the sweat from your neck, shifting his hips to add another inch and a half inside you. A shudder went through your body when his lips pressed teasingly against your pulse point, nibbling softly at your flesh.
"Ohhhhhh," you keened when he pressed himself flush against you, bottoming out fully. His balls slapped against your bare ass, his teeth sinking into your neck at the same time.
Your arms came up to lock him in, wrapping around his back and your hands gripping at his shoulders.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned lowly against you, rolling his hips against you and stirring up your core. "You clench around me so tightly... were you a virgin before this?"
"No," you mewled, closing your eyes. "I've only had one other."
"As... surprising as that is," he grunted, pulling away to stare you in the eyes with intensely burning heterochromatic irises, "I'm certain that he could not do what I'm about to do."
With that, he pulled halfway out before slamming back in, eliciting a small cry from your throat. Your hands gripped him tighter when he began a rhythm, your own hips meeting him eagerly.
The bedroom went from mostly silent to full of your combined voices quickly, and the air hung heavily with the aroma of sweat and sex. Your breaths combined when he leaned in to capture your lips, your bodies glistening with sweat in the dim lighting.
"G- Gun- dam," you gasped when you parted, your (e/c) eyes dark with lust.
"Do you like how I fill you?" He cackled softly, running a hand across your cheek. "Do you like the way my cock stretches you inside? You're clenching me so tightly... almost like you're trying to make me cum as soon as possible."
You whined again, arching your back and pressing your chests together when that same hand wandered down to your clit. He tweaked it with his thumb and forefinger before rubbing with just enough friction to make your body jolt with electric pleasure.
"I'm going to cum soon," he whispered in your ear. "Would you like that? Do you want me to cum inside?"
"Please," you were sobbing in ecstasy, "please, fuck-- I'm so close, I'm cumming!"
Your body convulsed in the most erotic orgasm of your life, your vision going white and your mouth hanging open. Stars exploded behind your eyes and your pelvis twitched as you squirted.
Gundham appeared shocked at this revelation, but then his eyes narrowed and he growled in your ear, "That was so incredibly sexy, ah--!"
With a grunt, he pressed himself in to the hilt and moaned lowly in your ear, and your toes curled when you felt liquid filling your inner core. He stayed pressed into you until he finished emptying himself, both of you panting as your hearts tried to calm themselves from the activity.
Finally, he pulled out. You moaned quietly at the friction and looked him in the face, reaching out. You cupped his cheek, and he gazed back at you with a look of sheer adoration.
"That was... otherworldly, my dark angel," he admitted, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.
"You were amazing," you gushed, sighing happily as he cuddled up to you. "That other guy didn't hold a candle to you, I promise. Are you sure you were born here?"
Gundham chuckled. "I was born in the darkness, molded by it -- surely you would understand."
"I kinda do, actually," you hummed. You grimaced when you felt the liquid seeping out of you, now lukewarm and awkward. "But saving that conversation for later, how about we hit the shower? I don't exactly want to make another late-night trip to the laundry."
Gundham helped you up off the bed, carrying you in his arms. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and playfully kicking out your feet when he made his way to your en suite bathroom.
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A/N: Oof, this kinda kicked my ass. I'm kinda pleased with the end result, though! I'm truly sorry this took so long to turn out; I'll be working more quickly on the rest of the request list!
Please tell me what you thought, feel free to request more, and I'll see you guys later!