you blink as hiori’s lithe body slides in between your legs, spreading you apart as his eyes, wide and taking in everything in front of of him, stare at you—no, into you. like he’s looking into your soul.
you bite your lip as his chest presses against yours. “i mean,” you drawl out, with a smirk, “i don’t think it would hurt, would it?”
hiori’s lips split into a grin, devilish. his eyes darken as his hands grip at yours waist, pressing kisses as he descends down to your center. “mmm…don’t think it would, baby. lemme make ya feel good, yeah?”
his tongue licking through your folds feels electric as you arch into his mouth. he knows every angle of yours, every nook and cranny to make your nerves feel like they’re on fire. wet, swirling around you, it’s like you can’t escape once he’s attached to you. your eyes screw shut as the most sinful moans rip themselves from your throat, your fingers diving into his soft blue locks.
hiori devours you like a man starved, and when he moves away, his lips and chin stained with wetness, you shudder. “p-please—”
“please what?”
“f-fuck me, please—”
hiori grins even harder as his underwear comes off in one motion, his cock slapping against his stomach as he moves to be right over you, caging you in. “since ya asked soooo nicely.”
hiori’s cock feels like it’s made for you as it slides in, your walls stretching and making room for him as he all but plows into you. he pants, looking down at your face, and the eye contact feels…intoxicating. you need more. you need him to fuck you, not be nice to you.
“spit in my mouth.”
hiori’s eyes look like they’re going to blow out of their head, but he doesn’t even ask you why. all he does is spit into your open mouth, and—
and then you’re cumming, writhing around on the bed as hiori pins you down and fucks into you at a breakneck speed. the feeling of being degraded by him turns you on to a level that feels crazy. like you’re addicted and you can’t get off the ride you’re on. you need him so badly and he’s fucking you so well, just right—
hiori’s voice suddenly sounds right next to your ear as his hand wraps around your neck, gently squeezing your throat, as he rasps into your ear.
“you little freak. god, tha’s so fuckin’ hot, askin’ me to do that to you. treat ya like th’ lil’ slut i know ya are. fuck, fuck—”
you can tell he’s cumming now too, your second orgasm rising to meet him like a fellow ocean wave as you both crash into the shore together. white paints your walls, and hiori’s face digs into your neck as he fucks you at a pace that feels animalistic. like he can’t stop. like he doesn’t want to stop.
hiori yo x reader | @darkwicks @chiffiorra you did this :(
“i thought you were a sadist.”
the words fall from your mouth as hiori turns to you from the couch with big, glassy eyes, his gaze burning into you like an owl. he’s shocked, hearing such words fall from your pretty lips, his jaw slack as the screen in front of him goes black, YOU DIED written across it in big, serif red letters.
“sorry?”
you repeat what you said, gesturing to the tv as you lean against the counter with your hip. you don’t miss how his eyes flicker down to your bare legs, the flannel he bought you the only clothing you’re wearing barring a pair of mesh black underwear that he knows is still there.
“isn’t elden ring for masochists?”
he blinks again, before descending into laughter, resting at the golden grace on the television as he cackles, leaning backwards.
“well, th’ way that i play, these bosses are afraid of me, y’know.”
you scoff. “i heard you curse out radahn, like, fifty times before you killed him a few days ago.”
hiori’s face goes red. “okay, well…now i can beat him in one shot, sooooooo…”
your feet patter against the floor as you slide onto the couch next to him, stretching your bare legs across his lap. he instinctively moves his arms to make room for you before placing them on top. one hand wraps around your calf, rubbing into the skin as you sip your tea.
“maybe you can take a break and torture me for awhile, since you enjoy it so much.”
there’s something hidden in his eyes, something that should scare you. it doesn’t. you hold his gaze evenly, taking another dramatic sip of tea.
“wouldn’t me disagreein’ with you be torture too, ya beauty?”
you laugh, reaching out to brush your hand through his hair. “touché.”
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