🌸 Diabolik Lovers OC Appreciation Week 🌸
Day Six: Beautiful/Cruel Ship: Aiko x Reiji @reijixaiko Rating/Warnings: R18 * be wary of adult content, including violence, language, sexual content, and mature situations *
His breath puffed out in hot whispers against the shell of her ear, words falling from his lips in a tongue she could not quite comprehend. He was usually so cold, like a statue in the dead of night. When her blood warmed his body, his breath became hot, like the steam that spewed from the black kettle in the kitchen. The lifeforce of her body melted him, and he washed over her like a wave.
Reiji’s lips shifted against the hot skin outside her ear as he continued to speak. His darkened tone was harsh, gruff, and almost unnatural. There was something startlingly romantic in his tone, that was gave away the meaning behind words she could not understand. In combination with his flustered body and the foreign tongue in which he spoke, the vampire almost sounded like a stranger. More accurately, that he had transformed. Yet, soft, firm hands held her just the same and his natural, masculine scent absorbed her senses.
“Ahh!” Aiko cried out, legs trembled and toes aching as she struggled to keep herself upright. She stood, bent at the waist and curling forward with her hands gripping the edge of the window seal. In order to gain some height, she stood on her toes, trying to keep herself at the proper angle. A phrase, words of encouragement, fell from his lips, searing her ear. She knew enough German to know exactly what he said: “Good girl...”
The pureblood’s hands gripped her waist, fingers curled over the sharp bones of her hips. Aiko’s dress was flipped up, large bundles of the fabric in a mess between their forms. His own hips moved slightly, undulating against her in a perfectly flawless pattern. Every shift forward buried him to the hilt inside her. The rough metal of his belt and the fabric of his jeans was an annoyance rubbing against the back of her thighs; not much time had passed and Aiko completely forgot.
Reiji’s dominant hand slid across her back and she could feel his long fingers splaying in the center. He pushed her until she arched further, bending forward at her waist. Her arms folded over the edge of the window and her chest fell upon the rim. The large, elegant dress made it difficult to move, and her body protested, for just a moment. The slight change in her position allowed him to go deeper, and effortlessly reach that sweet spot deep inside her core. Unable to resist, she cried out once more.
A chuckle... was that what she heard? It was brief, yet undoubtable. He spoke once more, German falling from his mouth in heavy pants. He was testing her, and she knew it, awaiting for just a moment to see if she understood what he said. Aiko knew, by the tone, that he had expressed what he had intended to do next. Yet, she had no idea what threat had fell from his cruel lips.
The vampire’s nimble fingers, still sprawled along the curve of her back, tangled in the strings of her corset. The wave-like movement of his hips had not ceased, for even a moment. Reiji’s fingers grasped the strings and tugged, tightening Aiko’s corset. It squeezed at her mid-section, curling around her ribs. He had not only picked this himself, but took to sewing it, as well. It was a perfect fit for her body, with the fabric curling quite excellently to ensure it shifted along with the protrusion of her ribs. It would squeeze and tighten, but not break her.
As he pulled, the corset tightened and the fabric constricted. Aiko’s cries of pain were almost an illusion, for the pain had only served to make the pleasure of his intrusion all the more powerful. His name echoed around the room, a desperate cry from her lips. Her walls tightened and throbbed around him, an immediate response to the pain he inflicted upon her. Almost overwhelmed, Reiji exhaled unevenly, his thighs trembling against hers. Had she.... so soon? Yet again, the pureblood failed to suppress a chuckle.
German fell from his lips once more, a guttural, harsh whisper that, in the past, had often struck fear into her heart. She had heard that phrase countless times whilst they studied together: “...such a helpless woman.” There was not a single honest protest she could make, even if she tried. He was right. She would succumb to his cruelty, again and again. Yet, in that moment, Aiko realized he had released the strings, and let his hand rest limply on her back, touching her spine possessively, lovingly...
He was cruel, yes; but... there was beauty in his cruelty and love is in his heartache. His need to bend her to his will was not to break her. She felt the push and pull of his command, as if testing her. She did not resist, but bent and moved as he desired... for it was just the same as her own.
