Writhe - HirotoxOFC [Smut Shot]
Title: Writhe
Pairing: HirotoxOFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pon with a hard-on.
Disclaimer: I claim everything except Pon with a hard-on.
Summary: "Have you been with anyone else while I was away?" Her voice was soft, hopeful of a soothing reply, but she didn't sound as though she would reject him if he answered her question differently.
She knew that he wanted her.
His eyes focused on her intently as the pink straw penetrated her lips and she sucked, using her fingers to glide up and down the length of the long erect shaft, simulating an act that could only enhance the graphic nature of the thoughts he held in mind. Ruka encouraged the corners of her mouth to curl in triumph when the man seated across her rubbed his legs together in what appeared to be slight discomfort. Was he getting hard for her already?
She pushed her drink aside and settled her attention on Saga who was enthusiastically sharing his opinion about the band's last live with the rest of his band mates. None of them seemed to be even vaguely aware that the youngest of guitarists was practically deaf to their voices.
Ruka entwined her fingers and stretched her arms high above her head, making sure to arch her back as far as she could so her bosom became her most alluring feature, groaning softly against the stretch of her muscles. The long drawn moan added a nice touch of eroticism, it even made her admirer grow as bold as to reach under the small bar table to squeeze her knee.
He did nothing to hide the urge in his expression when her gaze met his. It gave her an amusing sense of dominance over him. Hiroto had never been the subtle kind, always splaying his desires right out in the open. Clearly he wanted to leave the bar with her, but she wasn't feeling quite gracious enough to fulfil that request just yet. Having him moving restlessly on the limited space that his stool had to offer him in order to contain himself was a rather satisfying sight. How long would she be able to keep him waiting before he would finally decide to lunge himself at her over the table, she wondered.
She listened idly as Nao spoke of a new game he planned to buy. Hiroto hadn't stopped looking at her nor had his fingers relinquished their grip on her knee, but she purposefully ignored him.
Her lack of response wasn't taken well, she could tell by the way his nails pressed into her skin through the velvety overlay of her dress. Still she chose to pretend as though the little crescent-shaped marks imbedding her skin weren't there. It was only a small sensation of pain compared to the hormonal anguish she left her admirer to deal with by himself.
She felt eyes on her back, but she didn't have to turn her head to know whom they belonged to. The subdued whispers that fled back and forth in hopes of missing her ears were enough to inform her that the some of the women in the club had taken interest in the men gathered around her table. She wasn't surprised, not at all. They were all very handsome. None of them would probably go home alone tonight. Though there was only one of which she cared to find out with whom he would leave.
Ruka looked at Hiroto. Surely he had noticed that he was being watched by now. The others had; they were already laying claims on the pretty ones that caught their eye. Would Hiroto prefer to take the easy road and settle with one of them as well?
For a long time she didn't do anything to provoke him while she was confident that the women behind her were doing nothing but that. But he was fixed in his place like stone, he had no intention of looking at anyone else except her. It seemed like she truly was his only conquest for the night. He looked incredibly determined.
She was certain that he only had eyes for her now.
Satisfied with her finding, Ruka downed the last bit of her drink and hopped off her stool. Looks of disappointment were passed around the table when her companions picked up on her intention. She smiled apologetically at them. "Sorry guys, it was nice seeing you all again, but I have to go now."
For the briefest moment she let her eyes fall on Hiroto. Then she swung her jacket over her shoulder and prepared to walk away. A smile had already been in the making before she felt a hand on her wrist and she tilted her head to come face to face with a male who seemed eager to join her. Hiroto smiled meaningfully.
"I'll walk you home."
The walk to her house was spent in silence for the most part, but that was alright. It wasn't as if either of the two needed explaining for what they would do once they got there.
Ruka unlocked the frontdoor and nudged it open with a soft push of her hand, allowing a sliver of moonlight to reach inside the dark hallway. Wordlessly she slipped inside as well, leaving the door wide open for Hiroto to follow. The latter knew better than to deny such an invitation and followed her into the unlit room before closing the door behind him.
Ruka had her back to him while they took off their shoes. She hung her jacket on the hallstand and began to ask him if he would like something to drink, but wasn't allowed to finish as she was roughly spun around. Hiroto's hands held her by the hips possessively and she could feel rather than see his eyes boring into hers. He had no intention of wasting their time with dull pleasantries.
She didn't resist when he pressed her against the wall. He kissed her, slowly, savouring the softness of her lips moving against his. Her arms went around his neck to pull him close. He responded by deepening the kiss, thrusting his tongue upon hers. She welcomed him in none too shyly, eager to lose herself in the moment, but somewhere in the middle of it she felt like she wanted to know.
"Have you been with anyone else while I was away?" Her voice was soft, hopeful of a soothing reply, but she didn't sound as though she would reject him if he answered her question differently. The silhouette of his face drew away from hers slightly and she felt the warmth of his hands leave her until it found her again on top of her own hands. He guided one of them down and turned it so her palm could cup the swollen bulge between his legs. He dragged her hand back and forth over it, sure to give her a very clear idea of what she was touching.
"I haven't." He whispered lustily. She didn't have to see his face to know that he was smirking.
Hiroto allowed her to withdraw her hand, but in turn reclaimed her lips and pushed her back against the wall. Ruka locked him in her embrace again, this time confident enough to let him continue without interruption. His hands fell on her hips and she felt his thumbs drawing circles on either side of her. He pulled away from her mouth to dip his head in the crook of her neck, dropping chaste kisses along her pulse. She leaned her head back against the wall when his teeth bared themselves to gently tug and nibble on her skin while his right hand moved from her hip to glide down her stomach.
She sucked in a sharp breath when he cupped her sex through her dress. He stroked her a few times before he pressed his middle finger between her folds and began to rub back and forth rhythmically. A breathy moan was his reward and she tried to move her hips in time with his pace, fisting a hand into his hair. His finger occasionally quickened its pace long enough for her to anticipate the prospect of an orgasm, but as soon as she started to thrust herself into his palm to bring herself to her peak he slowed down to render her efforts useless. She was near panting when he withdrew his finger from her heat.
His hands slipping underneath the skirt of her dress came to her as a relief. She felt him run his thumbs along the rim of her panties and pushed herself into him to encourage him to take them off. But he didn't. Instead he began to caress her thighs. She growled in frustration and yanked him to her by his hair, kissing him fiercely to make her impatience clear. It got the message clear, she knew when she felt him smiling against her mouth, but he didn't stop his teasing. He stroked her between her thighs. She spread her legs wide for more attention. His fingertips crept higher, but never reached their destination. She writhed against him. She could feel herself throbbing mindlessly. She was so wet and ready. Couldn't he tell?
Hiroto's movements stilled. Ruka lifted her head to look at him. The blue of her dress fluttered back in place, she felt the fabric sliding down her legs. Hiroto's fingers, suddenly quite innocent in the darkness, fell atop her hands and gently lowered them from his neck. A rush of excitement pulsed through her lower regions when the innocence of the act was swiftly lost on him leading her down to his belt.
She gripped the leather with both hands and pulled him against her, grinding her hips into his while she worked to wrench it off of him. He groaned and moved to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. The belt came loose.
Hiroto wrenched his pants down and gave his boxers similar threat. He pounded a gasp out of Ruka's lungs when he rushed forward and drove her against the wall. Cold air licked over the damp heat between her legs as her panties were dragged down. She moaned when Hiroto slid a finger inside her wetness, sliding in and out of her to test her slickness. He seemed thoroughly pleased when his finger came up glistening with her juices.
She wasn't entirely prepared for the force of his next move when he grasped her thigh, pulled it over his hip and slammed himself inside her, but she loved every hard stroke of his thick length plunging into her. She held onto his shoulders, crying out every time he hit her against the wall. She clenched her muscles around him whenever he struck deep, causing him to groan loudly and thrust harder and faster to make her do it again.
His increasing tempo burned through her wetness and she could sense that he was close to exploding inside of her. The sounds of their combined moaning and his cock soaking itself in her juices rung heavy in the air. She sank her nails into his shoulders and held onto him when his hands came down to squeeze her ass and he started pounding into her with relentless force. He came with a broken grunt, gripping her buttocks tightly while he rode out his orgasm. Ruka hummed lowly and licked her lips as the hot surge of his climax flooded inside of her.
Hiroto was still breathing harshly when he pulled his softening cock from her entrance. A trail caused by the aftermath of their pleasure ran down her legs. She moved her hip to lift it from his waist, but instead of helping her down he slid his hand up her thigh and held her in place. Her eyes grew wide when his face began to lower itself from her view.
He gave her a quick smile and roughly pulled up his pants.
He crouched down on his knees. He used his free hand to pull the thin drape of blue hovering above her naked flesh over her raised leg. She swallowed thickly, wondering where and how he would touch her next. A gentle lick to her clit drove all her thoughts away. She grabbed for the edge of the hallstand beside her and gripped his hair with the other, involuntarily bucking her knee when his tongue came back up to lavish her with a warm wet caress that lingered much longer than the first. He continued this without pausing or changing his rhythm for which she was grateful because she hadn't had an orgasm yet. She could feel it brewing inside of her, building up with each stroke of his tongue.
He made her groan when he probed her entrance, sliding inside to taste their mixed juices. He moaned into her, causing all sorts of delicious vibrations that had her clenching his hair. His tongue slipped from her opening and he dragged it back up to her clit, sealing his lips around the sleek little jut of flesh. She gasped and arched her back when he sucked it while swirling the tip of his tongue rapidly around the core. The rise in tempo caused heat to gather in the tiny spot that overwhelmed her with pleasure. He became quicker and rougher. Her legs trembled with the sensations that threatened to overload her system.
Then, finally he slid his tongue up in a long, slow lick that sent her over the edge. She came with a strangled cry and didn't stop thrusting her hips into his face until the violent tremors rocking through her body subsided. He continued to stroke her gently with the tip of his tongue until the glazed nub became too sensitive for his touch.
Ruka released her grip on his hair and weakly dropped her hands by her sides when Hiroto began to straighten himself. Hiroto carefully lowered her raised leg back to the floor and held her by the waist while she tried to steady herself. She laughed breathlessly when she stumbled against him, still starry-eyed from her climax. He smiled at her and caressed her sides. They simply stared at each other for a moment before she took the initiative and wrapped her arms around his neck. His mouth descended onto hers. He stepped closer and their legs entwined. She could feel the top of his thigh grinding into the small bundle of nerves he had manipulated not too long ago. Though that wasn't the only thing she could feel rubbing against her.
They pulled apart from the kiss. Their eyes locked, and it seemed like they both knew exactly what the other was thinking.
Again.
Hiroto went in for another kiss and began to walk the two of them out of the hallway. One of them giggled, but in the heat of the moment neither cared to find out who. Ruka opened one eye to search for the staircase behind them, intending to head for the bedroom, but it seemed like her partner couldn't wait that long. She was just about to break free from his assaulting lips and climb the stairs when he pushed her through the door that led to the kitchen instead.
Her backside crashed into the kitchen table. Hiroto roughly set her on the table and she couldn't resist a small laugh at his impatience. Her dress refused to come off freely with his hasty jerks and pulls so she helped him pull it over her head in one smooth haul. He ran his tongue over his lips as her bare breasts splayed into view.
He leaned over her and took one of her soft nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the dusty pink centre. She bit her lip and fought back a moan. His mouth moved onto her other nipple and moulded the delicate nub between his teeth while he circled the previous one with his thumb. He easily teased them into tight peaks, flicking his tongue briefly over each of them before he pulled away from her chest.
He urged her to slide off of the table. Once she was back on her feet, he turned her around so his warm chest burned against her bare back. She turned to look at him enquiringly, but he simply nudged her back in place. He brushed her brown locks out of the way and latched his mouth onto her neck. He slid his hands down her arms to her hands and bent himself over her back as he leaned forward to place them on the table. A wide grin curled her lips as he made his intentions clear.
Obediently Ruka bent herself further over the table and spread her legs invitingly, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder daringly. Hiroto answered the look with a lewd smirk and smoothened one of his hands over the length of her back. His fingers slipped down her backside and she jerked her head back when she felt one of them slip inside her. It stroked inside of her slowly, but only for a short while. She heard his pants drop to the floor. His finger pulled out of her and his hands went to her hips.
Her head shot up when he entered her without warning. He buried himself inside of her deeply, filling the void inside of her with his size before he set his own rhythm. She cried out loudly, feeling his hot cock rub along her G-spot every time his hips thrust her into the table. She wouldn't last long at this pace.
Hiroto seemed to notice the way her muscles tightened around him and gradually altered his rhythm until his movements became languid and sensual. Ruka appreciated the drop in speed, moaning heavily whenever he penetrated her deeply. She pushed herself back to meet his slow, strong thrusts, riding the prolonged friction methodically, feeling like they could go on like this forever.
Her breathing quickened when he reached for one of her breasts and rolled the nipple between his fingers. He slowed his thrusting further down so he could reach for the other as well. She groaned at how much deeper the new position slid him into her. There was something erotic about the way his breath blew against her ear while he hung above her so closely. She reached a hand between her legs, searching for her clit. She stroked it in time with his thrusting, bucking her hips at the combined pleasure. It made her muscles clench around the shaft inside her and Hiroto grunted in response. He released her breasts and repositioned his hands on her hips before slamming into her roughly.
Ruka gasped and grabbed for the edge of the table to prevent herself from falling onto the wooden surface. Her clit ached for the attention she had to deprive herself of in order to keep herself standing straight, but she ignored it so she could focus on the sweltering friction Hiroto created every time his cock pounded into her wet channel. She squeezed her eyes shut and came with a scream, an explosion of red bursting behind her lids. Her climax dragged him over the edge with her and he spent himself inside her with a shudder.
He brought his hands around her waist and pulled her into his chest to keep her from collapsing onto the table, both of them panting hard. Her body had not yet stopped its post-orgasmic spasms when he laid her down on her back on the table and placed his hands on either side of her head. He grinned at her.
"Ready for another go?"