Slippery Love
Pairing: Anima (HUT) x fem!reader
Genres: fluffy, steamy, mystery
Summary: you meet Anima clubbing and decide to invite her to your hotel room. You spend an intense, emotional night with her. The next morning she takes a shower... And you decide to take a look.
warnings: NSFW, +18 DNI, "attempt" of rimmering, + one could say reader is left-handed here
words count: 3.2k
a/n: kinda canon to me that Anima causes nightmares
MASTERLIST
First, there's some heavy breathing.
It's barely noticeable at first, but it becomes incresingly prominent, until it's all you can hear. Deep, intense breathing that seems to come from within you, but you can also hear it around you.
Seems to inflate you from the inside, your lungs filled, your skin swelling. You can't see a damn thing, but you can, for sure, hear the breathing. You can, for sure, hear it.
But it also comes from outside. It hisses, like a whistle of the wind, around your nape, against your ears.
It's overwhelming. Utter. Thorough.
Then, you manage to open your eyes. But you instantly feel blind. White and dark yellow colors are everywhere. You try to move, you try to scream, but it's everywhere.
Then, you feel the world around you shaking. Something shattering your brain, bringing you alive.
She's calling your name.
"Hey!" she shakes you, and you finally open your eyes, for real this time.
You need a second to register what has happened, as you blink rapidly. Looking up at her, you notice her firm grip on your shoulders. Her voice was a whisper at first, but that last 'hey' was a shout. She was starting to get worried.
"You were having a nightmare" she explains when your eyes meet hers.
Her voice is much softer now, with that husky morning touch making it even sexier than last night. You instantly calm down in her arms.
"Wow. I'm sorry" you rub your forehead, smiling sheepishly. "I don't usually..."
"It's alright" she interrupts, gently moving your hand away. She's smiling softly. "Are you okay, though?"
You nod, and your smile fades away when you focus on admiring her.
Anima's lips are dark pink, not crimson, like you left them yesterday. Her hair is dishevelled, lazy locks fall over the sides of her face, her bangs completely ruined. You smirk, remembering how you gripped her hair, how you tugged at it ever so slightly, making her ask you to be rougher.
Your gaze drifts down, meeting her eyes again. They're glinting with mischief. She grins. "What are you looking at?" she asks with her voice already thick.
You remember that tone. That exact same charge in her voice the second before your lips crashed against eachother for the first time, in that stray club.
You smirk as well. "Oh, it's nothing..." You make a gesture with your hand, and then nudge her playfully. "I was just... Remembering" You narrow your eyes, scrunching your nose.
She rolls her eyes and huffs. "Yeah sure... Well, you keep remembering. I, on the other side, should take a shower"
She looks at you scooting her eyebrows, as in challenging you. But your interpretation is that she might be feeling weird for wanting to shower in a hotel room she didn't pay for.
"Oh yeah, sure. No problem" you point at the bathroom door with your head, your smile now soft, even sweet.
Anima frowns, a confused smile on her lips, but then she just shrugs. "Okay..." she gives you a furtive kiss on the cheek, before getting off the bed, grabbing her clothes and exit to the bathroom.
You let go a deep sigh you didn't know you were holding. Sprawling out across the bed, memories from last night flash across your mind like a dream. One even more intense than your nightmare.
Anima is mysterious, but also deeply alluring. You had never felt so drawn to someone.
Tilting your head to the side, you inhale for some seconds. Her scent has conquered the sheets, as well as the fabric of your shirt. You close your eyes, recalling her touch everywhere.
Her petite, yet still deft hands, roaming over your shoulders, your neck, your hair. Descending along your arms, gripping your waist, getting lost between your thighs...
A visible shudder causes your body to tremble, your lower stomach tightening. A different ache harrasses you this morning.
Yesterday, she couldn't take her hands off you. Today, you wanna have your taste as well.
You haven't even made a proper thought about it all before you knock at the door.
"Ani?"
The water is still running, and she was humming. But she stops when she hears you.
"Yeah?"
Just one word, just one question. And she already sounds teasing.
You smile, letting go a dry chuckle. "Can I come in?"
Now she's the one laughing. It reaches you through the door— an adorable, tantalizing, triumphal chuckle.
"Yes, you can come in, dumbass."
The moment you open the door, the gentle warmth of steam welcomes you. You step in and close the door behind you.
It's not like someone is gonna interrupt you, but it somehow feels more intimate. More... Personal. Maybe too much for a simple one-night stand, but that's not something you're gonna think about right now.
She's giving you her back, and the water running down the crystal between you makes her tanned skin look blurry. Almost like a dream.
She looks at you over her shoulder, seeking over the crystal while she washes her hair. It looks even darker when wet, and the lotion makes it shimmery, still soaped up.
Her eyes shine just like her beautiful face, which is glowing, clean, matching with the rest of her seductive skin.
You observe the intricate ridges her back muscles create as she lifts her arms. How the shampoo glides down her back, slowing down as it slides by the small of her back, stopping over her ass, then falling down the back of her thighs. She swings her hips, which makes you look up at her face again.
"You're just gonna look or what?" She challenges with a smug smile. You mirror her expression. "Are you... Into that?" She keeps teasing, arching an eyebrow.
You roll your eyes and shake your head dismissively. Taking your shirt off, the only thing you were wearing, you step into the shower. "I'm not sure I'm the stalker, out of the two of us..." You tease back.
She parts her lips giving you an expression of pretended outrage. "What is that supposed to mean?" She turns around to face you, and you have to take a second to admire her.
The water falls down your body too, and you let it warm your skin and relax your muscles as you stretch your shoulders.
Taking a deep breath in, you grab the shampoo and wash your hair too. "Well, you were staring at me for an awful long time last night, until I approached you".
She leans forward, beaming. "So I'm a stalker for making a move" she concludes, reaching up to help you.
You let your hands fall to your sides. "Giving doe eyes is not making a move" you quip in a softer voice. You grace her hips with the back of your fingers.
Her hands halt in your hair, and she looks into your eyes. "It is" she argues mirroring your tone, smiling sideways.
To look up at you like she is doing right now is definitely a move.
Leaning forward, you close the gap between you.
It's the first time her lips are on yours since yesterday, and something awakes in you. Gliding your hands along her waist until you're holding her, pulling her against you, that fire groans in your insides, placing a warm, nice sensation in your stomach.
Her lips fit perfectly with yours. She tilts her head, allowing you complete access, and you can feel her slim fingers cupping your nape. The tips of your tongues meet, grazing eachother sweetly.
When you lean forward even more, you feel her mound against yours, her torso pressing against yours very tenderly, and your breasts meeting, and that initial fire intensifies.
The warm water falling makes everything even softer and nicer. Curling your hands on her sides, you cup her waist and carefully push her against the wall. Anima slips slightly and holds onto you tighter. "Careful" she giggles against your lips, then leans back onto the wall. "It's slippery".
Her smile is wide, and you wonder how someone can seem so physically sweet. As in, the kindness in her heart seems palpable.
You feel her hands on your nape pulling you closer. "Sorry. I was just... Wondering if you like to receive as much as you enjoy giving" you murmur, brushing your wet nose against hers. Her smile remains and her eyes glint with interest.
"You made me feel so good last night" you add in a mutter, looking down at her with hooded eyes.
The water keeps falling, and it slides beautifully across her cheeks as they flush as her smile fades into an expression of shyness. "Did I?" She asks, and her doubt seems genuine.
"Of course" you nod. "You are really good at anticipating what someone needs".
Anima smiles sheepishly. "Thanks..." She traces iddle patterns on your neck, caressing your hair a little higher. "I just... Wanted to feel you."
She tries to explain further, but instead she blushes more and leans forward, hiding in the crook of your neck.
You giggle when she kisses there faintly, causing tickles. "Hey..." You keep laughing softly, squeezing her sides twice. She turns her head, you feel her left cheek against your shoulder.
"So..." You slide one hand lower, fingertips grazing her upper thigh.
She shivers visibly and holds onto you tighter. "Yeah..." She breathes, tilting her head up, her breath ghosts over the side of your neck. "I definitely wanna receive whatever you wanna give me".
It's all you need to hear to turn your head and find her mouth again, claiming it with a gradual hunger that becomes something animalistic and demanding.
She squeaks in surprise, the sound muffled against your lips as you reach down and turn the water off, then break the kiss and make her turn around.
You press your breasts against her back and rub yourself against her butt as she looks over her shoulder and seeks your kisses again, fingers sliding into your hair and pulling you in with urgency.
Pushing her further against the wall, she whimpers when her sensitive tits press against the cool wall, nipples instantly hardening.
Your hands are like slick snakes, exploring every inch of her upper body. Splayed out and big as they are, you alternate between cupping her tits and her sides, her arms, her abdomen. Anima pushes her hips back against you, both to offer you more room to grind, and to seek for more attention.
"You're so soft" you pant out against her lips, then drag yours along her jawline. She throws her head back onto your shoulder and her arms descend to your hips as urgent puffs leave her lips.
"And you're so..." she murmurs turning her head, eyes closed and hands now tracing your arms until she covers your hands, which are still relentlessly exploring. "...Touchy"
You let out a breathy chuckle and nod against the crook of her neck, tracing her wet skin with your nose. "I am. You just feel so nice."
There's no further explanation needed, and she doesn't ask for elaboration either. Instead, she squeezes the back of your hands, hips twitching as she tries to anticipate what's next. But she doesn't.
She definitely wasn't expecting to feel your lips trailing along her nape, and then down her spine. Her hands reach up to desperately stimulate her tits when you glue your hands to her hips, and she rocks against nothing when you slowly fall onto your knees, so she can't rub her butt against your crotch anymore.
She whines and pants, awaiting and needy. She leans forward resting her forehead against the cold wall when your hands descend to her legs, and she almost skids again. Yet she chooses to continue squeezing her tits.
You chuckle to yourself and shake your head, now facing her ass. "What's funny?" she asks, more shy and adorably confused than defiant.
Your grin remains, and you peek up when Anima looks down at you over her shoulder. "It's just that you're gonna need your hands for balance" you hint, hands descending to cover her ass cheeks.
She shivers and turns her head to the front, slowly leaning against the wall again. But still, her hands remain where they were.
But then you glide your hands lower and trace her outer lips with your thumbs, and spread them. Anima has to arch her back and pull her ass up, shamelessly presenting herself to you. She just can't help it.
And when you dive in and dip your tongue into her entrance, a choked moan leaves her lips and she instantly puts her palms against the wall, balancing herself and also arching her back further.
You grab her cheeks firmly, keeping her spread and opened for you. Your nose presses against her taint as you eat her out from behind, tongue sinking into her heat, bobbing your head slowly but surely, with passionate fervor.
She tastes like a mix of fresh water and her own heated taste. It's saltery and watery, and you hum enthusiastic against her flesh. You close your eyes as you lick, and open them slightly when you lean back to spread her more and just admire her.
She moans seductively, the husky noise inspiring you. She spreads her legs more and wiggles her hips. "That feels so good" she says in a heated whisper, longing for more.
You admire the way the various dark reddish tones fluctuate along her sex. You trace her sensitive lips with your thumbs and she trembles and pushes back eagerly.
"You look so fucking pretty down here" you say softly, but she hears it very clearly.
She whimpers in embarrassment and rubs her forehead against the wall. Then she sighs, and makes a weak sound od complaint. "Just... eat it" she whines adorably, and you can almost see her frown.
You look up admiring her beautiful back from this perspective. "I like to look as well" your voice is calm as you slide one hand around her left thigh and reach for her clit, circling it with two fingers. She shivers and lets out a trembling moan. "Is that wrong?"
She shakes her head fervently. "No! No, keep going..." She whines clutching the wall, her fingertips sliding along it.
You chuckle darkly, "I meant, staring... I know my fingers feel good" your voice is so low and confident that she can't repress a moan.
Anima rolls her hips against your fingers for some long seconds, too far gone by the pleasure for her shyness to hold her back anymore. She ends up nodding, a faint thud of her forehead hitting the wall follows her movements.
"Y-yeah, it's alright... Actually makes me feel s-sexy..." she stammers quietly, although her movements are powerful and obscene.
You smile once more before sticking out your tongue to give her long licks, all along her folds, the swirl it around her entrance, and all the way up to trace her taint.
You literally witness how she twitches, but she doesn't ask you to stop. Instead, she reaches down and holds your hair, pushing you against her while with the other hand she tries to keep balance.
Your heart fills with gratitude when the bathroom blesses your ears with its perfect acoustics, and you feel like you could pass out happily. Her sultry sounds reverberverate and intrude the room, hitting the walls and creating a mesmerizing echo.
The steam combined with her hot wetness against your face and enveloping your fingers, plus sweat mixed with water running down her back and landing on your head inmerses you in a chaotic, blurry fantasy.
She bucks her hips fervently; against your hand when it's forward, against your mouth when it's backwards. It's hard to breath at times, and your insistent puffs against her flesh make her tremble with each thrust.
She is so soft. Your chest swells with joy each time you squeeze her right buttock, her moans growing louder as you squeeze harder. She allows you to sink your nails and drag them along her round skin, leaving red trails she won't be able to forget any time soon.
Everytime you lean back, you admire the way her pussy has swollen and how her tones are now darker and glistening with arousal and water. She makes you whine when she notices what you're doing and reaches down to spread herself for you to admire her exposed intimate parts.
You ocassionally nip her ass here and there, making her jolt. She'd whine in complain, but it soon becomes a loud moan when you start attacking her entrance with renewed vigor, sliding your tongue in and out mercilessly.
Anima moans and whimpers uncontrollably, nails scratching your scalp as she pushes you against her desperately, bucking her hips and reaching down to flick her clit.
You moan and hum against her flesh when you feel her walls pulsating around your tongue, increasingly faster, trembling.
Finally, Anima thrusts for the last time before she comes hard, her juices impregnating your tongue as you keep shoving in and out, implacable. You dig your nails into her skin as her hips stutter and her legs wobble like jelly, and she has to turn her head to press her cheek against the wall and reach down with both hands sliding into your hair to hold onto you.
"I- I'm gonna... Fall down..." she cries out weakly, pushing her chest against the wall and arching her back beautifully, but her feet can barely hold her and she is in fact struggling to stand.
Bobbing your head slower down, you feast on her for some more seconds until her adorable whimpers awake in you something between pity and tenderness.
"It's okay..." you whisper, dragging your bottom lip up her back "I've got you..."
You stand behind her and hug her from behind. Anima immediately leans back, letting you hold her. "That was..." She moans huskily, trying to gather her thoughts. But you shake your head, gently brushing your nose against her cheek.
"Don't." You whisper, "don't try to get it. Just feel"
She purrs and turns her head towards you, eyes closed and her breathing steadying. She nods faintly, whispers "okay..."
You reach down and turn the water back on, then wrap your arms firmly around her warm body as the water falls, the sensation so comfortable after a mind-boggling orgasm like the one you've just given her.
She hums in bliss and relaxes in your arms, her body feels like puddle that you can easily manage right now. You can feel her trust and gratitude in her every move, and her growing fondness towards you with each tiny smirk she gifts you with her eyes still shut.
She lets you guide her without questioning and without fully realizing what you're doing. So when she finds herself back in bed wrapped in a bathrobe while you draw a line from the top of her forehead to her nose bridge, and then down her lips, she momentarily thinks it's all been a dream.
She's laying on her back, limbs feeling limp. Turning her head towards you and opening her eyes, she finds you laying on your side also wearing a bathrobe and smiling at her so sweetly that her heart misses a beat.
"Why are you being so... Nice to me?" she asks in a thin voice, frowning in confusion.
Your smile remains. "It's called aftercare, silly" you quip with your fingertip grazing her face, now trailing from her lips to her forehead.
Her eyelids flutter and she sighs. "No one's ever..." She trails off, her cheeks tainted with a pretty pink.
You scoot closer and your calmed, intimate voice fans over her cheek instantly relaxing her insecurities. "I do. I always do."
She sighs and nods, eyes closed. Her voice sounds sleepy when she gives in. "That's... Nice."
You beam, admiring her profile side with your fingertips trailing her silky skin.
"It is."
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