Paper Hearts.
D.Gray-Man | Lavi x Reader (NSFW)
Okay so, I accidentally deleted the original post of the ask - basically anon requested for a soft smut for Lavi where he knew he and his s/o shouldn’t be in a r/s at all because of who he is but still did hanky panky anyway. (that’s what i recalled)
Prompt #15 from the list of smut prompts here : “Spend the night with me?”
I tried to make this soft smut without making it too explicit and smutty (had to refrain from vomiting my perverted thoughts while writing LOL - i tried okay -_-)
so yeah, tell me what you think <3
themes/warnings: 18+, angst, breeding kink lol again....and hmm that’s it i guess?
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In the still silence and darkness of the European branch, the full moon hung high in the night sky. The towering structure was quiet with sleep.
The hallway she stood in was lingering with airy silence. The rooms around her were quiet. Most of her neighbors were already asleep. Those empty ones belonged to those who were still out there.
Her lips parted with a dreary sigh as her eyes wandered to the floors below. Her limbs were heavy with weariness from the mission she returned from this evening.
But even as night fell and delved into the darker hours, she couldn’t sleep. Her helpless tossing and turning could be seen in the ruffled bedsheet of her bed in the room behind her.
This was nothing new. She always found herself looking down at the levels below, her hands relaxed on the railing separating her and the seemingly endless way down.
Her thoughts ran on nothing and everything. The darkness she stood in was comforting but depressing whenever a certain redhead came into mind. And always accompanied with wistful sighs when that happened.
Lavi.
He was her little secret. And she was his.
Their glances were always fleeting on each other as though there was a death warrant hanging over their heads if they were caught.
The brushes across each others’ hands were always light, quiet, and longing, fingers twitching with the urge to lace through each other.
And if they were standing near to the other, they couldn’t help being overly aware of each others’ presence, their skin tingling, and prickling in the warmth that seemed to radiate over them.
These whispers of their love were something that always made her heart ache almost painfully.
Knowing that they would be this way forever. A love always so quiet, hesitant, and afraid.
Being who they were, each had a duty bound to them for life.
A Bookman and an Exorcist.
They were meant to look the other way.
Placed into this world to face the darkness threatening to engulf it, Exorcists and Bookmans alike were the bravest, strongest of mankind to brave the horrors hidden within.
But ironically.
Her heart. Their hearts which wanted to...love-
They were so fragile, easily torn through like paper hearts.
Every time she managed to muster the courage to think about their future, her hands were always shaking and her parting lips trembling with a sobbing sigh.
Nothing was all she could see. Their future was-
Bleak.
Dull.
Cold.
She closed her eyes in anguish. The presence of tears she felt was threatening to fill her eyes.
She suddenly felt cold. So...so cold.
Was it the chill in the air? Was it the dreadful tingle sinking in her?
As if someone was eavesdropping her thoughts, a sudden warmth met her lonely back.
Strong, toned arms slipped around her waist.
Her head jerked up with a small gasp just as they pulled her back snugly against a warm breathing wall.
A slip of her eyes behind.
“…Lavi.”
Her heart soared, then fell - the sight of him was lifting but the nasty voice that always reminded her of their reality always sank her back down.
“...Why are you still up, princess?” A light kiss pressed to her temples.
Large hands pressed to her stomach and his lips inches above her shoulder, his green eyes were soft and gentle on hers.
“I just can’t fall asleep.” A soft smile quirked her lips but quickly fell. “But Lavi, You shouldn’t be hugging me like this.”
Her eyes shifted around hastily, “What if someone sees-”
“You worry too much,” His chest rumbled lightly to the chuckles tingling her skin. “Everyone’s asleep. It’s just you and me now.”
Her breath hitched.
“It’s just you and me now”- a hope tugging uselessly at her heart as her hand raised to her stomach to slide over his.
At the squeeze she gave him, he pulled her even closer to him with a tuck of her head against his neck, his tall and broad figure hanging over her like a protective coat.
A comforting silence sat with them as they relished the soothing heat they shared.
There was so much to say in this rare moment together.
Yet, because it was such a precious time for them, words seemed too cheap for this rare opportunity to just...hold each other.
Turning in his arms, she rested her head against his chest where she could hear his calm, beating heart and breathed in his warm, steady scent slowly.
“Spend the night with me?”
Her heart skipped a beat.
“You know we can’t, Lavi.” A sigh lingered behind her melancholic voice.
“Just tonight, princess,” His lips moved to press against her forehead. His warm breath brushing across her skin as he murmured, “...just tonight.”
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In the soft glow of the moonlight cast into the room and onto the bed they shared, they talked, drifting aimlessly through topics.
Sleep was forgotten as they relished in each others’ presence.
Eyes staring up at the ceiling from their sprawled bodies, occasionally wandering over to each other as soft peals of laughter fluttered out of their smiling mouths.
“Lavi, what do you think our life would be like if we were not who we are?”
Pushing himself off the bed to lean over her, the sheets under them ruffled to his movement as Lavi propped an elbow under his head .
Intrigue lighting the green eyes hovering over her. “What do you mean?”
“You know,” She curled into him, her eyes roaming over his handsome face,
“If we’re ordinary people. You’re not a Bookman and I’m not an Exorcist. Like we have no obligations or duties.”
“Oh, so you mean just civilians.”
She nodded, smiling wryly.
“Imagine us living freely.” Her whispering voice shook out of her as her fingers splayed across his cheek, “You’d probably be a teacher and I’d probably be opening a little cafe.”
She sighed longingly.
A warm, tender look swept over him,
“I know what I’d do if we’re that,” as his fingers gently grasped her chin and tilted her face up to him.
Her heart gave a squeeze.
“...Wh-What?” Her eyes wavered at him.
His face drew close to hers, his lips lingering just above hers with a murmur barely above a whisper,
“I would marry you in a heartbeat.”
His lips met hers in a chaste kiss, gently prodding her open as a breathy sigh escaped her. His tongue slipped into her as the elbow under his head lowered to the space beside her head, sinking his forearm into the soft pillow.
Their breath mingled as he pulled away slightly.
"I'll be the happiest if you'd be willing to be my wife. And even happier if we could have some little ones."
"...Lavi," She stared with a wavering glint. The hopeful tugs in her heart made her breathless. "I'd love to be your wife and give you some. As many as you like."
A wistful hunger ignited a flame within him. "And you'd look so beautiful round with them."
His eyes danced back at hers as he leaned away to tug his shirt over his head to reveal a sculpted body rippling with his movements as he tossed the article aside.
His lips hovered over hers again.
"You'd make a wonderful mother."
There was a strain in his low, quiet voice.
“You’ve no idea how many times I saw you pregnant with my child in my head."
A carnal thrill ran down his body, tightening him in his pants.
"And how amazing it would have felt to run my hands over that beautiful bump." A tattered groan broke into his tender voice. "The idea of you growing my baby in your womb…"
The aching need cracking through his words shook a breathy gasp of her. "...I can't take it. It's killing me."
He brought her hand to his bare chest, right on where his heart was beating powerfully with his words. “This is how much I want to spend this life with you, if we could.”
She could feel the presence of tears lingering at the back of her throat at his words. They rang true with her own quiet ones.
Lavi slipped a hand down to press into her stomach. “If only I could put one in you right now.”
A bitter laugh left him.
“But I won’t, of course.”
Big hands moving up to caress her face, he shifted them, enveloping her in his heat and pinning her down with a tender, burning gaze.
“Oh, Lavi…” Her heart clenched in agony as a small sob wrecked through her words.
His lips descended on hers.
His head tilted as he pried through her, meeting her lips in a slow, deepening kiss as he pulled a hand away from her face to under her dress, deftly peeling off her panties.
Her fingers ran through his hair while her other hand found its place over his broad shoulders and onto his back, the taut muscle rippling lightly to their moving lips and his working hands.
A shuddering sigh panting out of her against his lips between the brief seconds they parted to catch their breath as his long, calloused fingers prodded and stretched inside her weeping cunt, prepping her for him.
The other hand left her face and slid down to tug his pajama pants off before slipping under her knees to push her thighs apart.
Lips leaving hers, he shifted up to press a long kiss against her forehead as he settled his knees in the space between her legs.
He knew she was ready enough for him when slippery, vulgar squelches responded to every movement his fingers made.
The wet stain growing bigger and bigger on the white sheets under her was the dead giveaway.
“I’m coming in, princess.” His lips nibbled her ear, his warm breath brushing against her head as he pushed himself in slowly.
Breathy moan shivered out of her as he parted her dripping folds and stretched her open, prodding in until she was pressed snug against him.
A fleeting groan escaped her, mingling with his shivering grunt at the electrifying jolt that came with their joined bodies.
She could feel him so clearly.
His thick girth was buried completely inside her, its whole length wedged fittingly between her throbbing walls.
Deep enough to bulge up against her stomach.
The hand clutching onto his hair throughout his careful penetration left to join her other hand on his back as fluttering blinks accompanied the sigh leaving her.
She missed this. The familiar, satisfying feeling of him snug inside her. Like the missing piece of a puzzle.
"...It's been a long time,” A satisfied wavering sigh shuddered out his lips.
His eyebrows strained on his forehead along with his voice. “...but you feel as wonderful as I remember."
Then he moved, his lips descending onto hers again as his hip rolled against hers slowly and sensually.
Each thrust carried gentleness and meaning, almost in sync with his pounding heart.
His lips on hers were deep and subtly powerful with his love for her swelling in the calm heaves and falls of his chest.
I love yous murmuring against each others’ lips, slipping out between every tilt of their heads.
The headboard of the bed underneath them bumping the wall behind each time he pushed himself into her.
His arms prodded at her sides shifted down to hook the crooks of his elbows under her parted thighs, spreading her until her bent knees hovered in the air. Almost close enough to touch her head caged between them.
Her whimper elicited past their moving lips at the big stretch tugging the folds of her heated core even wider apart.
The dull thuds of the headboard gradually became rattling light slams as his thrusts began to escalate to faster and curt ones.
Along with her moaning whispers and his grunting words muffled against each other, the squelching wetness he was hammering through grew loud enough to mingle with the dense heat on the bed.
Their lips parted with a loud sigh. Her delirious moans and his growling grunts freed into the room.
Small white flashes blinked behind her fluttering dazed gaze as a sigh sifted through her needy moans at his furious ruts.
Towering over her, his eyes were drawn to the slightly visible deep, fast prods of his thrusts pushing against her stomach.
He could feel himself growing thicker and thicker with the building pressure within his girth as the same few primal thoughts clouded his head.
"Tha-That's my girl."
Something stirred in his chest at the mere sight. "Taking me so well."
Of how she would look so precious rounded and bulging with his child if the load threatening to burst impregnated her.
The hunger gnawing at him made him stare heatedly at where he had always imagined his baby would be growing in, marveling at the way his passionate ruts into her could be seen poking out.
The furious prods were small but provokingly powerful enough to make him murmur his desire longingly.
"I-I'd really love to put our baby," His fingers rounding over her thigh to brush over the area. "...right here."
Those words, his fingers sinking lightly in the skin and the next thrust-
That was it. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Hand flying to her mouth, a muffled sob wreaked through her as a starburst of white pleasure blinded her as he sent her release gushing in her.
The sharp rips of her orgasm rippling desperately around him made him shiver with a moan hoarse and ending with a tattered gasp as his hips flew at the searing intensity of his own approaching one.
His hand on her abdomen hastily returned to its spot, mirroring his other hand holding her wider apart.
His eyebrows strained on his sweaty forehead as his heated eyes bore into the way he was furiously ramming into her erratically clenching heat.
A long hiss dragging through his gritted teeth as he relished in her greedy walls squeezing continuously around him, edging him closer and closer.
Slipping a glance up at the sound of her giddy whimpers, he instantly wished he didn’t as a strangled groan left him immediately at her helpless, flustered face blushing red at him.
The stir in his chest grew stronger with a craving ache. And his girth was becoming unbearably full with an animalistic impulse urging him to deposit every bit in her.
With a choked grunt, he mustered all his self-restrain to tug himself out of her in one hasty move, in time for white, rich load to spurt out over her.
“S-Sorry, princess…” Lavi murmured through his panting gasps as his hand gripped him in a pumping haste.
“...No, it’s okay, Lavi-” Her head shook weakly on the bed as a wavering sigh left her at the warm coat splattering over her.
“-that...that was amazing.”