I want to fuck this pathetic, soggy, wet blanket of a man so UNBELIEVABLY bad. I had to write about it.
Pairing: Vash x Reader (can be trimax or tristamp, really)
Warnings: no REAL smut, but the reader talks about sucking his dick and is EYEING HIM UP. Reader is ungendered, no pronouns, etc.
Yes, reader! Sexualize that man!! ✨
If anyone actually sees this, please request things of me… I’m extremely multifandom and will NOT judge even your insanest of fantasies. I need the writing practice anyway.
You watch Vash fidget with his gun from the other side of the room. He’s sat at the rickety desk of the shoddy hotel room you're staying in. His metal arm glints against the candlelight you're using to “read” your book. Really, you're thinking about, well, him.
He huffs out a sigh of irritation, setting down his gun on the desk to push his bangs out of his face. He closes his eyes briefly.
You grin, “You alright?”
Vash’s eyes flicker towards you from your perch on the bed. He sighs again before replying with a shy smile, “Yeah, just tired. I think.”
You rake your eyes up and down his form. He’s missing his usual red coat and sunglasses; his hair is freshly washed, and he’s wearing sleep clothes.
Vash notices your stare. “What is it, Mayfly?”
You squint at him, thinking. “Can I suck your dick?”
Vash chokes, and his eyes widen exponentially, clearly taken by surprise. “What?!” He finally stutters out after composing himself.
You tilt your head, admiring his shy expression, and shrug. “You look really pretty right now.”
He looks down at himself, then back up at you. “I’m wearing pajamas.”
You hum, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to cross the room and stand in front of him. “I know. I like seeing you all domestic.” You smirk, taking his head in your hands.
Vash pouts at you from his seat below you, pushing his cheek farther into your palm as his hands come to grip the back of your thighs.
“So can I?”
He closes his pretty, blue eyes, cheeks flushed, eyebrows quirked up in contemplation. “Yeah… If you want.” Finally, Vash replies, voice quivering.
You take him in a kiss, humming into his lips. Admiring the sweet taste of his mouth. He relents instantly, already submitting to your touch.
As you part, you mutter against his lips. “I really want to.”
