Wish I had an Angel .°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆
⚚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ gyro zeppeli x (f) reader oneshot!
cw: lots of smut ♡ dominant gyro who loves to praise
gyro is enamoured by you. his angel in the dust, the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes upon -- he respects you. a lot. for your wit, your racing skills, the way you're able to patch him up when he's gotten himself into trouble -- but a man has needs and he's only able to be a gentleman for so long.
hi!! this is my first fic and my introduction to tumblr (i'm more of an ao3 gal but my lovely friend oluchi put me on ♡). i love nightwish (listen to the song 'wish i had an angel' if you haven't!) and i love gyro, so i hope you enjoy and pls lmk what you think ^^
(i actually had to redo half of this because my dumbass forgot to save the first draft... whoops... i also have a final in less than a week )
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Gyro was smitten the second he saw you during the Steel Ball Run, often finding himself with his eyes on you rather than on the race ahead of him. Truth was, you were one of the only things keeping him going during this 6,000km race across America. Surprisingly, you were the only woman that he never viewed as bad luck. On the contrary, he saw you, specifically, as a good luck omen and even let you ride Valkyrie. Hell, he even slowed down his pace to match yours, just to speak to you for a minute before tipping his hat and charging ahead at the last second. He knew he'd catch up, anyway.
One night after another stage of the race, you noticed a deep cut bleeding out through his khaki pants and took it upon yourself to rush him to your tent and bandage it up for him (being a trained medic). Ever since, it became a habit of his to wander off to your tent each night, nagging you to patch up whichever injuries he had gained that day. How he got so many? You didn't know.
''I'm a lucky man, ain't I? Got a pretty girl to tend to me when I'm all sore up. ♡''
He drawled, a flirtatious lilt in his voice as you tended to a nasty gash on his bicep. His green eyes were half lidded, admiring your focused expression as he leant his head on his other hand. Pretty.
You shook your head, gently wrapping bandages around the cleaned wound as you looked up at him like he was about to receive a lecture.
''How have you got somethin' new to fix every damn night? Seriously, you're gonna get yourself killed... makes me think you're doing it on purpose...''
A low, dark huff of laughter left his lips.
''Maybe I am,''
He murmured, his brain hyper-focused on the feeling your fingertips on his bicep. They were so soft. You were so gentle. He always thought about your occupations being polar opposites -- you dressed people's wounds whilst he had lost count of the amount of people he'd executed. It made him admire you even more. His angel. Fuck, and you looked just like one in that gorgeous little babydoll nightdress that you often wore before bed. His mind was wandering. So were his eyes.
You clicked your tongue, finishing bandaging him up before you glanced up at him, noticing his eyes raking over your body with the corners of his lips quirked up in an appreciative smile.
''Gentleman, aren't you?''
You chided, the playful sarcasm evident in your voice as you grinned. His long, golden hair brushed over your arm as he continued leaning his head in his hand.
''You make it damn hard to act like one, bella,''
He breathed out, his breath hitching a little as he did. The energy felt different. More charged. His green eyes landed on your tits... and then onto your thighs... and then back up at yours before he chewed his lip in sexual frustration and adjusted his pants which suddenly felt a lot tighter than usual. He was a dead man. It was so hard to hold back -- it always was -- every time you finished tending to his wounds, he returned to his tent and jacked off at the mere thought of your fingertips on his skin. Everything was different with you. Yeah, he'd been with women before, but something about you made him want to keep some semblance of composure -- He didn't deserve you -- But fuck, by now that composure was out of the window.
His calloused fingertips brushed against the side of your cheek, before gently holding your face, your cheeks flushed, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You noticed your heartbeat accelerate and felt a familiar stirring in your abdomen. Before you knew it, Gyro was holding the side of your neck -- roughly enough to claim you but tenderly enough not to hurt you, before he tilted his head, lips crashing against yours.
It was soft enough at first, your lips melting together in a passionate embrace. Strands of hair brushed against your face and collarbone, making you became hyperaware of the signature scent of smoke, sweat and gunpowder that emitted from him. Soon enough, his hand dug into your hair and his tongue swept in the second you parted your lips. It became filthy fast. One of his hands snaked down to the curve of your ass, giving it a rough squeeze through your nightdress before dragging you onto his lap. Slowly, firmly, he rolled his hips up -- the outline of his erection grinding against your panties.
''G-Gyro--''
You breathed against his lips, a lilt of surprise in your voice before he shut you up with another lewd kiss.
Gyro pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he held your waist with one hand and your jaw with the other, his hips teasingly bucking up, grinding against your clit enough to make you gasp.
''Fuck, feel that? Feel that, darlin'? That's what'cha do to me-- Pretty thing... Gonna make you feel soo good--''
He breathed, his eyes hazy as he looked up at you, gauging every expression you made. God-- he was already imagining you falling apart on his dick. He was already gone and he hadn't even started. But fuck, he had been waiting for this moment from the second he saw you. There was no chance that he wasn't making the most out of it.
He ground up against you one last time, placing hot, wet kisses onto your neck, his head dipping down and biting the sweet spot between your neck and collarbone, hearing you gasp before smoothing the area with his tongue. You could feel his proud smirk on your skin and for some reason, that turned you on even more.
Gyro's hands snaked up to your waist, picking you up and roughly pushing you against the bedroll, the look in his eyes being enough to make you throb. He grabbed your tits through your nightdress, brushing his thumb along your clothed nipple, leaving marks on your neck as he kneeled over your frame.
''Can't fuckin' wait to get you out of this and take that sweet pussy all for myself-- you're alright with that, aint'cha?''
You nodded quickly, and not even a second later he was sweeping your dress over your head, putting you in full view for him leaving you bare, if not for your panties. A low whistle escaped his lips as his eyes raked over your body, kneading one of your tits with his hand whilst the other roamed up and down your waist and abdomen.
''Beautiful -- Like salvation itself -- Fuck, what did I do to deserve this?''
He hissed under his breath, his voice full of praise as he practically worshipped your body -- his mouth making it's way to your nipple, flicking his tongue over it as he looked up at your flushed face and hazy eyes, placing a kiss on it before popping his mouth off and grabbing your thighs, pulling you close to him, onto your back before hooking your shins over his shoulders.
He kneeled up as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off as he exposed his lean, muscular frame. Unsurprisingly, his chest was scarred from previous fights, littered with a few freckles over his shoulders and collarbone. He let out a low huff of laughter as he noticed your eyes light up and trace from his chest down to his V-line.
After that, he ducked down to lay on his chest, keeping hold of your thighs as he leaned in and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh, tasting your sweet skin. He made sure to leave marks -- biting a couple of times before smoothing over with his tongue.
His hand reached up, rubbing his index and ring finger over the damp fabric of your panties where you had been craving it the most. You didn't even realise how wet you had gotten.
''Excited for me, huh? You want me that bad, sweet girl?''
He drawled, his ego audible in his voice, looking up at you with piercing green eyes and strands of hair falling over his forehead.
You nodded, looking down at him desperately as he chuckled and hooked your panties down with his fingers, swallowing his saliva as your wetness came into view.
He didn't hesitate before grasping onto your thigh, leaning forward and placing long, languid licks against your pussy. His tongue reached up and placed broad, flat licks against your clit before sucking it slightly, chuckling lowly against it as he heard a little whine emit from you. He pulled off, just enough to speak.
''Better than I ever imagined, cara mia-- Fuck, you taste so good,''
He huffed out, before going back to eating you like a man starved. He used his tongue well, curling it a little at your entrance before flicking it against your clit, pausing for a moment to spit on his index and ring finger before inserting his middle finger inside of you, his tongue going back to alternating sucking and licking your clit.
''F-Fuck-- Gyro-- K-Keep--''
You whimpered out as he pumped his finger in and out of you, enough to stretch you out a little before adding his ring finger and curling both of them deep inside of you.
His lips twitched to a smirk, his golden teeth glinting with the dim light of the lantern in your tent. He revelled in your reactions, loving it when you made noise for him. He knew what you were trying to say, anyway.
He continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, the obscene sound of wetness from both your pussy and his tongue filling the air around you.
Your fingers tangled in his blonde hair, tugging it a little as he worked his own, moving them in fast, fluid motions and curling when he found that sweet spot inside.
You felt your orgasm start to approach, constantly letting out little moans and whimpers as your thighs began to tremble whilst he gripped them in place, almost hard enough to leave marks.
''Gyro, I-- ngh, I'm close--''
You whine, the back of your hand resting against your lips to muffle your noises ever so slightly. His eyes, almost animalistic, made contact with yours before he grinned, kissing your pussy before he pulled his mouth off your clit and removed his fingers from inside of you. He brought them to his mouth, licking them as he made prideful eye contact with you.
''Can't have you all worn out before I bless you with my cock, can I?''
He chided, his voice smug as he watched you writhe with anticipation, your hair messy and your face flushed a rosy hue of red. God, he was obsessed with the way you looked when you were all worn out from him.
His hands reached down, quickly unbuckling his belt and discarding it on the floor, before unbuttoning his trousers and taking out his length, which immediately hit his abdomen -- easily about 7 inches -- flushed and pink and leaking slightly at the tip.
He stroked himself a few times, looking at you all spread out, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock.
''Shit-- Got me rock hard. Know you'll take me fucking amazing-- make you fall apart on my cock, trust me baby,''
He murmured, grabbing your thighs and hoisting them back over his shoulders before rubbing his tip across your entrance, leaning his head back and sighing from relief.
You were letting out shaky little breaths, grasping onto the bedroll as you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes half-lidded as your hair stuck to your face from the sweat.
''P-Please--''
You whimpered, desperate.
He chuckled again, his hand reaching down to trace up and down your waist as he continued rubbing up and down your slit, before finally pushing his head into your entrance with a soft groan, sliding just the head of his cock in and out of you to tease you a little.
''Mm? Please what? Use your words, doll,''
''Please-- Please fuck me, Gyro,''
You breathed out, somehow flushing an even deeper shade of red as he flashed you a cocky grin, holding you down before pushing half of his length inside you, making you gasp and writhe from the stretch which burned in such a delicious way.
''Anything for my principessa,''
He breathed, right before slamming balls-deep into your tight pussy, emitting a high-pitched whine from you as you felt him stretch you out completely, your shin squeezing against his back as you gripped his cock like a vice.
''Shh, shhh, take it, I know you can-- you're doing so well, baby,''
He grunted, holding you down by your waist as he slowly pulled away, almost withdrawing from you before slamming back in, making you clench around him. He was so deep inside, you could see the outline of his cock on your abdomen if you looked closely. Gyro Zeppeli sure knew how to fuck.
He quickened his pace, keeping it rough and hard as his hair dangled over his face, letting out soft grunts as he pumped in and out of you. Filthy sounds of your skin slapping along with your whiny, needy moans and Gyro's heavy breathing filled the tent. Probably audible from outside, but nobody was thinking of that possibility right now.
''Such a good slut for Gyro Zeppeli's cock, arent'cha? Ngh-- Fuck, fuck-- you're so tight, bella-''
He was now going rougher, slamming his cock in and out of you and relishing in the way you clenched and unclenched around him. This was his favourite state that he'd ever seen you in-- breaking for him and only him.
He leaned in, pressing a hot, filthy kiss onto your mouth, both of you gasping into it before he pulled away, still slamming into you as he roughly grasped your tit, kneading it in his hand.
His breath stuttered, his hips jerking erratically for a minute before he groaned, looking down at you through his hair.
He continued pumping into you, but he was clearly holding back. A thumb reached down to rub your clit in circles, making your hips squirm as you let out a needy whimper. Fuck, you were about to--
The feeling of him slamming in and out of you along with his thumb circling your clit was too much, sending a sharp wave of pleasure down to your abdomen before your back arched off of the bedroll.
''S-Shit-- Fuck! Gyro, I-- I'm gonna--''
You whined, looking up at him, almost asking him for permission.
His eyes bore into yours, his chest moving quickly as he tried to catch his breath.
''Come for me, cara mia,''
He exhaled, his voice coming out slightly higher than usual before your eyes shut against your accord -- your shins squeezing against his back before you moaned his name with a sharp inhale, your pussy clenching around him as you finally came-- breathing heavily as he continued his movements inside of you, riding it out.
He quickly pulled out (because he's not a complete idiot) and stroked his cock over you, quickly and desperately.
''Fuuuck-- So, so beautiful-- Came so hard for me, didn't you?-- Bet you loved the feeling of me fucking you deep and-- Fuck, ngh--!!''
He was babbling-- So desperate to get off-- but he waited for you first, waited til' he could pull out and leave you fully satisfied at the same time. He cut himself off with a groan as his own orgasm crashed down on him, his hips jerking into his hand as he spilled onto your tits and stomach. He wiped you clean with his thumb and then onto the bedroll, because Gyro (clearly) wasn't a guy bothered about cleaning.
He panted, both of you trying to compose yourselves after Gyro had just railed every last breath out of you. He was flushed, his hair sticking to his face before he looked down at you fondly, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.
''You're amazing. Shit-- you're perfect,''
He exhaled a fond laugh as he said that, before he leaned in, giving you one last tender kiss.
After that, he laid next to you on the small bedroll, pulling you closer by your waist as he dug his head into your neck, inhaling the scent of your sweet sweat.
''If I'm too sore to race properly tomorrow, I'm blaming you,''
You murmur, grasping onto his arm and pulling it closer to you as you cuddled him and recovered from the aftershocks of it all.
He let out a huff of laughter.
''More energy for me, ♡''
He chided, giving you a little squeeze before both of you fell asleep on this hot, western night. You were both fatigued, but the next stage of the race in the morning awaited you.
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