pein - my name
a/n: was writing an update for my scenario book on wattpad and got a little romantic thinking about this man </3 idk how i will survive writing for konan bc his was already like 1000 words. anyways, he is a little fic with some romantic smut ofc :) this is a little long :D
genre: modern romance, smut, fanfiction
pairing: pein x fem! reader
warnings: some disgustingly soft smut, foreplay (fingering, marking, oral fem receiving, hand job), pein's obvious dick piercings, pet names (literally one), swearing (also literally one), dry humping?
MDNI - nsfw below the cut
Pein was awfully quiet on the way back from the festival, walking beside you, carrying the majority of the things you had received or bought from vendors. He had ignored your insistence to help carry anything, and you hadn't seen such a chivalrous side of him. Granted, you hadn't known him very long at all.
The two of you had started off strangely, days of unintentionally ignoring each other's existence while simultaneously checking in when the other wasn't looking. You'd observed him many times, the piercings along his nose and ears, his painted fingertips and neatly styled hair. Many things about him intrigued you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't jump at the opportunity to go with him when Konan bailed on the both of you last minute. Maybe you hadn't been so discrete in your interest in him.
It wasn't like the two of you hadn't spoken about your feelings, about the sort of arrangement, the two of you had. There was the occasional kissing, sometimes accompanying him while he was off work, lounging around his apartment with him. It had become a routine the two of you quickly sunk in to, one that felt too natural to resist, really.
"Pein?" You almost wanted to whack yourself over your head at the meekness of your own voice, looking at him with concern weighing your brow and your lips pressed into a line.
Whatever reverie he had been lost in was torn away from him slowly, his gaze trailing from the quiet and empty path in front of you to your hands first, then upwards to your face. When you'd said his name to get his attention, you had reached out and grabbed his own, warmth seeping from his hands into your own. Noticing his sudden apprehension at the motion, you went to tug your hand away.
His fingers intertwined with yours, not letting you tug them away from his grasp. When your eyes met his, surprise dancing in your irises, he said nothing, turning his attention back to the path and pulling you along as the two of you began to head back to his apartment again.
The rest of the walk had left your heart beating loudly, pounding in your ears over the quiet croak of cicadas and crunch of the ground beneath you. Your stomach was wrung tight, like you had taken a sock and twisted it until you couldn't anymore, long and thin now, like a snake. It certainly didn't help that he hadn't let your grip drop from his own, his arm brushing against yours with a proximity that didn't exist before.
Sure, you and Pein had kissed before, made out, spent some time together, but none of it had ever felt so intimate. Reaching the elevator to head to his apartment had your nerves pinching themselves, your whole body tingling with anticipation with what would come.
Originally, the plan was that Pein would walk you back to your own apartment, the building just a few minutes from his own, and then he would return by himself for the night and that would be that.
But the minute you had met him at the festival, dressed so sweetly in your kimono and smiling at him so beautifully, he was embarrassed to say that his own heart picked up the pace. You'd remained by his side the whole time, eyes shining at prize booths and food stalls, glowing under the low lantern light. He'd never thought you looked so.. pretty before.
"Pein?" You voice was quiet again, inquiring as the two of you stepped into his apartment, his hand slowly leaving your own as he moved to put all of the things he'd been carrying atop the kitchen counter. With a hum he returned to you where you'd been waiting at the door, the both of you just standing and looking at each other for a few moments. When you had gathered the courage to, heart still hammering in your chest, you took a breath and closed your eyes, looking at him with a more determined gaze.
"I don't think I'm imagining this.. this change between us." For a moment he said nothing, purple eyes staring down into your own as you chewed your bottom lip with nervousness. "Right?"
And then, he shook his head, shuffling a few steps forward as you backed up with each movement of his own, matching his footwork until your back gently bumped against the front door. He had cornered you, his eyes trailing down to your lips slowly. Reaching one hand up and nudging one of his feet between your own, allowing him to shuffle even closer, he tugged your lip from your teeth with his thumb.
"No, you're not imagining anything." You held your breath as he slowly leaned down, brushing his lips against yours for a moment, teasing you, until you took to initiate and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you properly.
His lips were warm against your own, slow and soft as he kissed you tenderly. It was completely different than the heated make-out sessions the two of you had shared before, with less gripping and heavy breathing and more him interlaced his hand with yours over his shoulder, slowly moving it to rest against the door and pushing it over your head. Intimate control that although gentle, made you kiss him a little bit quicker, more urgently.
Until now, the two of you agreed to refrain from casual sex, for the sake of being able to maintain a somewhat sane friendship if the two of you decided to never pursue anything further. But you were pretty sure the two of you had just admitted that you wanted to go further than casual, and the occasional grinding and feeling his cock grow under his sweats as you straddled him, his hands groping your breasts and ass through your own clothes as his tongue lapped against your own had been enough to assure you that it wouldn't be a bad idea to sleep with him tonight.
It didn't occur to you that he had been dying to kiss you all night, eager to feel you against him again since the moment the two of you left. He had tried to last out as long as he could, letting you enjoy he night time activities, so when you suggested calling it a night, he was over the moon.
His tongue was gently prodding against your own in seconds, as you eagerly parted your lips, letting out short breaths as he pushed his leg further into the gap of your thighs. The kimono you were wearing was becoming all to restricting, and Pein didn't even flinch as if he read your mind, reaching around to rid of the tie in the back, letting the garment slowly slide open in the front, revealing the cute bra and panty set you'd chosen for the night out. Moving again, his thigh pressed against your barely clothed center, making you suck in a breath as he lips crashed onto yours once more.
At some point, you had tugged on the tie around his waist, and he took the liberty of removing it himself, letting his own kimono slide open and reveal his bare chest underneath.
The feeling of your bare skin pressing against each other seemed to speed things up, Pein pulling you into him, grinding onto his thigh with his free hand on your waist, your own hand running over his chest and abdomen, feeling it flex and tense under your touch. His kisses hadn't let up, and now they were beginning to feel familiar, burning with desire.
"Pein," you gasped, his thigh catching your clit just right through your underwear. His jaw clenched when he willed himself to pull away for a moment, kicking his shoes off and waiting as you followed suit, quick to lead you into his bedroom where he resumed kissing you, both hands on either side of your face as he led you backwards until the bed was just at the back of your knees. Your hands left each other only briefly to shed the rest of the kimono's off your body, now standing in just your bra and underwear and he in his black boxers.
From just the quick glance you managed, Pein's cock was already straining through the fabric, making heat pool between your legs. As if he hadn't already made you hot and bothered enough, he reached around and unclipped your bra with one hand, his hand meeting your waist again as you flung it somewhere unworried.
His warm hand slowly trailed upwards, along the side of your ribs, his thumb brushing just below your breast. He moved his hand to your middle, sliding it up the apex of your chest and gently placing his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly for only a moment and then sliding it back down, where he grasped your breast gently.
The sensation of his hands against you skin, contrasting with the cold air your skin had been exposed to made your nipples perk up, and you felt a grin slide onto his lips as he pinched and teased, listening to you hum in response.
Just as you had begun to scheme to get him back for his toying with you, he nudged you back slowly, the both of you sliding up the bed until your shoulder blades rested against the pillows. He settled in between yours legs, eyes nearly rolling back as you felt his length against your cunt within the confines of the last article of clothing both of you donned.
Pein liked to believe he was being awfully patient, with the way you arched into him when his chest grazed against you nipples, pulling himself from your swollen lips to nip and kiss against your neck, resisting the urge to roll his hips into you. Though, it seemed like you weren't holding out any better, hips bucking when he did shift in between your thighs, your knees hooked around his waist and hands on his shoulder and in his hair.
He took his time, gently wrapping his lips around whatever expanse of skin he saw fit, listening to your heavy breathing and occasional whine when he reached down to play with your breasts once more. Something about the way you craned your neck to allow him more room to leave his marks on your neck, red and bruising, made him finally give in as he slowly rolled his pelvis forward.
Your nails dug into his back, hips bucking against him and your eyes fluttering as you let out a small and airy moan of his name. He loved hearing his name drip from your mouth.
A wet spot had grown on the front of your panties, and you might be embarrassed that he'd noticed when he grinned against the skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, after he pressed against it with the tip of his cock, still in his boxers.
The world was spinning, impatience oozing into your bones, seeping out through your skin wherever Pein touched you, and you wanted him to touch you everywhere. One hand was holding your waist as he continued to gyrate against you, the other came to cup the side of your face as he lowered his lips to your collarbone, finding more skin to bite and suck upon.
For a moment, you thought you'd gotten so worked up that you might just cum practically untouched, but when he stopped, eyes fluttering shut and head drooping as he clenched his jaw, swallowing thickly, you knew this wasn't just affecting you.
He wasn't sure he could wait any longer, and so he took a moment to kiss your lips again, adjusting so he was sitting on his legs, leaning on the balls of his feet with his thighs under yours. His fingers slowly trailed over the dip of your collarbones, down your breasts and over your stomach, dipping slowly into the front of your underwear. You were so glad you had picked to wear these, seeing as they provided enough room for Pein's hand.
Without hesitation, his middle finger dipped into the arousal that had dripped from you, using it to draw circles into your clit with a feather light touch. He stopped kissing you for a moment to gauge your reaction, watching your brows furrow as a quiet moan left your mouth, pretty eyes fluttering open to look at him through a haze of arousal.
When he was sure you'd had enough of his teasing, bucking into his hand, whining under his touch, he slid a finger into you, almost amazed at the wetness and warm enclosed around him. It made him almost rash to get his dick inside you, but he resisted for a moment more, sliding another one into you and pumping slowly, fingertips curling against you. It seemed he still hadn't garnered enough of a reaction, as his other hand tugged your panties half-heartedly down more, and he adjusted to dip his head down, tongue coming out to lightly stroke your clit.
His eyes clenched shut at the taste of you, and the sound of the moan you let out, hands twisting into your hair. You tasted so addicting, and he found himself delving into you like a feast, tongue moving quicker against your clit, dipping in to mix with the work of his fingers.
It was embarrassingly fast to feel your orgasm approaching already, and you clenched around his fingers to try and avoid letting it tear through you, gasping out, "Wait!"
Immediately he ceased, gently removing his fingers and lifting his head as you tried to catch your breath, skin burning as you watching him lick the taste of you off his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, brows creased with the worry that he'd done something wrong when you blurted, "Not yet."
You weren't sure you liked the smug look that came over his face, subtle, but still there. He slid your panties down your legs the rest of the way, letting them fall from his hands to where you'd discarded the rest of your clothes. He made a mental note to buy you a set he liked so he could keep it while you were gone, thinking of you after having you in it of course.
He was once again snapped out of his reverie thanks to you as you reached forward to rub your hand against the bugle in his boxers, his eyes closing and head tilting back slightly as you began to slowly pull them down. To help you out, he sat up on his knees, no longer resting against the balls of his feet.
Biting your bottom lip again, a wave of excitement washed over you as the continued to tug his underwear over his hips. You shouldn't have been so surprised, but your jaw went slack once you'd pulled it over the head of his cock, finding a piercing you hadn't expected. It would've been a good thing for your mouth to be open if you were using it, only growing more surprised as you revealed the rest of his length, even more piercings along his shaft.
They surely must've hurt, but they looked fine, small silver caps nearly flush against the skin. His cock hit his stomach when you pulled them down to reveal all of him, red and twitching as a thick vein ran in-between the piercings.
It seemed as though you gawked too long and he'd gotten impatient, reaching and grabbing the base of his dick, tugging at letting out a hot sigh at the feeling. Precum oozed from the tip, making you swallow thickly at the sight of him pleasuring himself in front of you. You weren't too sure about taking him into your mouth, as you had no idea how to avoid the piercings yet, so you gently wrapped your hand around the tip, matching the shallow strokes of his own hand. He let out a short moan, eyes closing as he twitched in your hand, only encouraging you to wrap around him a little tighter.
"Pein," you whimpered this time, and he was sure he hadn't heard you say his name enough already, determined to get more cries out of you. Removing his hand, and taking the hint and removing your own, Pein resumed to his position sat against his ankles, in between your legs, just inches from your dripping heat.
"Do you want me to use a condom?" Pein already knew he would prefer to take you raw, but it really wasn't up to him, and he was already straining enough to get his dick inside you.
But when you shook your head no, gaze shooting to his dick and then back up to him, looking at him through those lashes of yours, he had to fight the urge to slip as deep into you as he could. Instead, he intertwined your fingers in his own with his right hand, using the left to slip the head of his cock over your wetness, running it over your clit and catching the entrance of your pussy.
Wasting no more time torturing the both of you, he slowly pressed the tip of his cock into you, watching your face contort at the stretch and at the strange feeling of his piercings against your walls.
Bottoming out took less time than he thought, with how wet and ready for him you were. The both of you let out a sigh of relief when his pelvis met yours, giving him a small smile and him leaning down to press a short kiss against your lips. "All good baby?"
You nodded, giving him permission to bring his hips back slowly, the balls from their piercings grazing against the inside of you and making you twitch as the sensation. Both of you had just started and you were already ready to fall apart. The piercings were going to be more than a pleasant surprise.
It took him little to no time to pick up the pace, watching you close your eyes and sink into the pillows and sheets as he took care of you, moans and sighs leaving your lips at the pleasure sparking through your body, sending prickling feelings over your vulva and making your nipples perk up once again.
Once Pein was sure you were okay with his size, given he was thick and long, not that you were ever going to complain, he slowly untangled his fingers from yours, sitting up straight and placing both hands on your hips as an anchor as he thrusted into you. The newfound sense of control and fluidity made him able to thrust faster into you, grinding upwards as he slid his cock in and out of your cunt.
"Fuck," you whined, hands going up to grasp your own breasts, Pein's gaze snapping to the sight of your pleasure wrung face as you touched yourself with him inside of you.
Letting out a groan of his own, his chin fell to his chest as he felt jolts go through him as the feeling of his piercings catching inside of you. Grinding his teeth together as he felt his stomach twist, he had to fight the need to cum inside you the second you clenched around him, a yell of his name coming from you as he grazed against that special spot inside you.
With new determination to last until your orgasm, Pein drilled into you with a new force and speed, grazing against that spot every time as your eyes rolled back.
You orgasm could've come quick enough, sure that you'd start crying in the midst of the pleasure he was giving you when you felt it begin to build. Everything was beginning to be too much, tightening around his cock made his thrusts more intense for the both of you. His heavy balls were meeting the skin of your ass, his stomach flexed as he continued his mission to make you cum.
The catalyst came when he reached down to play with your clit, puffy and wet from the mix of juices, thumb rubbing it up and down as quickly as he could.
"Pein!" you cried, eyes clenched shut and jaw falling open wide as your back arched, legs trembling around his waist as the pleasure washed over you in harsh waves, still sending shockwaves as he continued to thrust into you the same way he had.
"Out or in?" His voice was strained, staccato'd groans leaving his mouth, the pitch rising as he neared his own high. The feeling he got from being inside of you, raw and wet and hot, with you laid out before him, saying nothing but his name, it was all too good.
"Inside, cum inside." You were still letting out cries, overstimulated by the sheer force of Pein's cock pistoning in and out of you.
Pein let his head tilt back, eyes closed as he spilled inside you, milking out the last few thrusts he could manage, a groan of your name leaving his lips. If he'd done that any time before now, you were sure you'd have jumped on him right then and there.
The sight of his heaving chest, glistening with sweat, his lips darkened as swollen like your own, his tongue darting out to wet them, veins bulging in his arms, he just looked so irresistible. Surely if you weren't so tired from the intensity of your orgasm, you would offer to ride him just to see it all again.
He slipped himself out of you, cock covered in milky white, his cum spilling out of your hole slowly. His eyes basked in the sight before him, you flushed and panting, painted with his cum as you finished crying out his name. Surely, if he wasn't so tired from fucking you so intensely, he'd offer to let you ride him.
"C'mon," he tapped the outside of your thighs, watching you shakily sit up on the bed. "Let me clean you up."
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