Trigger warning!!! Descriptive smut, fingering, a tinge of edging, p in v penetration. AFAB reader. Mild angst? Wanderer era. He has abandonment issues. Mild degradation, lots of praise. Swearing & otherwise dirty language. Fluff. Lots and lots of sickeningly sweet fluff. Aftercare. Love-making. Switch!Reader and Dom!Wanderer. Written in first person.
Sauce written after the cut.
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His eyes are beautiful.
Indigo, intense, and focused so wonderfully on me.
Gingerly, I caress Wanderer's cheek. He stiffens but doesn't pull away. He holds my gaze, seemingly egging me on. Daring me to keep going. Scared that I will.
My thumb brushes against his soft, parted lips. He leans into my touch. His fingers twitch at his sides.
I tear my gaze away from his face and bring my free hand to his. I lace our fingers and bring our hands to my cheek.
"Why?" His voice cracks, his eyes darting over my face. Searching my eyes. Lingering on my lips. Looking for any possible sign of regret or rejection.
"Because there's no one else I'd rather have." The words are barely audible, coming out as a mere whisper.
I glance from his lips to his eyes for only a second before giving in and finally closing the small bit of distance between us.
It's slow and sweet and gentle. As if he's scared I'll change my mind.
At first, anyway.
The more I lean into him, the more he seems to realize I mean it.
Like flipping a switch, he kisses me deeper. Harder. Hungrier.
He tastes like the tea he had earlier—pleasantly sharp and bitter. His foresty scent fills my nose, and his breath is as heavy as mine.
My hands roam his body as his roam mine, clutching onto anything they can. Pulling each other closer.
When my hand reaches his chest, he stiffens. Hesitates. Starts to withdraw again.
Before he can take two steps, though, I grab his wrist and pull him back into my embrace. He doesn't resist. In fact, he even relaxes and leans into me as I plant kisses on his upper neck and jaw. "Don't worry about scaring me off." Kiss "You won't." Kiss. "I promise."
Contemplative silence. Then, "If you break that promise... I don't think I'll be able to recover."
"Then it's a good thing I don't plan to." I grin before a mischievous idea comes to mind.
Without a moment's hesitation, I shove Wanderer onto my bed and straddle his waist. His eyes widen, and his breath hitches.
I hover above him with a soft smile, gazing longingly into his eyes and memorizing every detail from his dilated pupils to the whisps of blues and purples mixing with the indigo in his irises. From his long lashes to the red eyeliner he always wears.
"You're beautiful," I murmur.
"And you're taking too long," Wanderer chastises before roughly pulling my head down and ravishing my lips. Our tongues meet and entangle with one another. Memorizing each other's taste and scent. Relishing it.
Without breaking the kiss and with no warning, he flips me onto my back and hovers above me with a satisfied grunt. I gasp as my breath catches. My insides turn to jelly, and heat goes straight to my core.
He leans into my ear and breathes, "You don't really think I'd let you be in control, do you?" His voice is low. Seductive. Soft. As soft as the hand traveling up my thigh and resting on my hip. My heart races, almost beating out of my chest.
"I didn't think you were one for dirty talk." I chuckle before tugging his mouth back onto mine. His lips are so, so soft.
The kiss is rhythmic. Passionate. Loving. Hungry. Appreciative.
I only break the kiss to catch my breath, but then we make eye contact.
His pupils are blown wide, and his irises seem to glow. His lips are swollen and red, and a bright pink blush runs from his neck to his ears. I push his messy indigo hair behind his ear, though it falls back into place as soon as I move my hand.
Then my fingers trail to his shoulder at the opening of his haori. I look up in a silent question. Can I?
To my surprise, he nods. Grinning, I slide the haori off his shoulders and let it fall around his waist.
"You're mine." He unwraps the blue obi and fully takes it and the haori off, leaving him in his only his bodysuit and shorts. "Only mine."
"I'm yours," I affirm, my voice shaking with anticipation, and my fingers tracing the curves in his arms.
He shivers under my touch before leaning in and once more connecting our lips. He lifts the hem of my shirt. Follows my own curves. Goosebumps follow in his wake. My breath quickens.
Then his hands stop just below my chest. He meets my eyes. "This is okay, right? I'm not... overstepping?"
"Since when do you care about overstepping? Just fuck me already."
He doesn't waste a second. Diving back into my lips, he cups my breasts and massages them for several minutes, twisting and pinching my nipples, before letting his hands rest on my waist.
His hips wedge further between mine. I gasp as I feel his clothed, hard cock rub against my inner thigh. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue back into my mouth. Teeth clashing, his tongue meets mine once more.
His hips slowly grind against me, rubbing against my clothed clit. I whimper into the kiss, which only encourages him more. My breath trembles and my heart pounds.
He pulls away slightly to take my shirt off. It's instantly forgotten, and he fiddles with my bra next.
After several semi-awkward moments of struggling, he furrows his brows. "What the— How the fuck—"
I giggle. "Let me do it." I easily unclasp my bra and toss it into a corner.
He buries his face into my neck and sighs with a chuckle, sending goosebumps on my arms and legs.
Then pulls off his own shorts.
His bulge is quite noticeable through his tight bodysuit. My eyes widen, and I gulp.
Noticing, Wanderer pauses. Starts to stand back up. "Having second thoughts?"
I shake my head. "Fuck, there's not even a thought. I undoubtedly, undeniably fucking love you, Wanderer." And I pull him back onto me.
He releases a surprised breath into my ear. A shiver courses down my spine. "You really are stupid. How could you ever love someone like me?"
"I'm only stupid for you, dummy."
I don't let him reply.
Instead, I crash my lips onto his. He returns it with just as much ferocity. His hands roam my bare torso before pulling down my own pants. My panties come with them.
"C'mon, now. I can't be the only naked one here." I chortle, pulling away just enough to let him slip the body suit off.
"...Holy motherfucking fuck."
He chuckles, glancing down. "What? Not expecting that?"
"This is just... so much better than my fantasies."
He meets my eyes with a quirked eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Never mind that." I shake my head. "I want you, Wanderer. I need you. I love you."
His cock twitches against my thigh with the declaration. He hovers over me once more, this time with nothing but the air to separate us. I trace a finger over his chest. Rest it where his heart would've been.
He goes rigid, even more so as I replace my finger with my palm.
"You're not gonna find anything there." The sharpness of his voice startles both of us.
Still, I meet his eyes with nothing but admiration. "I know."
"Then... why bother?"
I shrug, my palm still resting on his chest. "Because I wasn't searching for a heartbeat."
"Then...what?"
I pretend to think. "I wanted to do this:" With a mischievous grin, I lightly pinch his nipple. He half-yelps, half-moans.
"The hell?" His cheeks redden even more.
I shrug nonchalantly. "Again, I just wanted to do that."
"I— Then I just want to do this." His palm glides down my body and reaches my clit. Not giving me any time to react, he rubs it in fast, small circles, drawing a high-pitched whine from my throat. I buck my hips up into his hand, desperate for more, only for him to push them back onto my mattress.
"Not yet, love."
I practically melt.
His hand travels even lower, and he plunges a finger into my dripping entrance.
My eyes widen with a gasp. It's heavenly. I moan as he curls his finger inside over and over, hitting my G-spot with such precision, I wonder if he's done this before.
Then he adds a second finger.
To say I turn into a moaning mess is an understatement.
"Oh my God, fuck~!"
Hearing my moans and gasps, he grins and keeps going, curling his fingers expertly and wonderfully.
Just as that familiar knot builds in my stomach, he pulls his fingers out. I whimper as my core aches with the sudden emptiness, but he doesn't miss a beat when he lines his pulsating, rock-hard cock with my leaking cunt.
He gazes into my eyes, full of wonder and love and hunger. "Last chance to back out."
Instead of verbally responding, I just wrap my legs around his waist and pull him inside.
His gasp practically liquifies my insides. He doesn't move at first, resting his forehead against mine as he tries to even out his breath.
Then, he slowly draws out before gently pushing back in.
His thrusts start slow and steady, pulling out just a bit before easing back in. Getting us adjusted to the feeling of the other.
"Mmph~ I love you."
He exhales and averts his eyes with a sheepish flush. "...I— I love you too. Somehow."
Before I can respond, he moves incrementally faster and plants his head into the crook of my neck with a soft, restrained whimper.
My pussy clenches around his cock, sending a quiet moan tumbling out of him, despite his attempts to contain it.
My breath shudders. I tug his hair, and he meets my eyes with curiosity and mirth. "Don't hold back. Please. Let me hear you."
Hardly able to stop himself anyway, he moans louder as he speeds up drastically. His hips pound into mine at a mind-numbing pace. Skin slapping against skin.
Whines and whimpers and praises tumble out of my mouth. Each one eggs him on more and more.
"'S so good~." I'm too far gone to say more. That's all the encouragement he needs, though.
His hips pound into mine relentlessly. His mouth captures mine. Moans fill the steamy air, and our bodies tangle and entwine in every way possible.
My fingers run through his soft hair, tugging it at the base of his neck. His breath shakes as he exhales into my ear, sending a tremble through my body.
His teeth graze and nibble my earlobe and slowly work their way down to where my neck and shoulder meet.
Then he latches on. Bites and sucks that one sweet spot viciously. Deliciously.
His thrusts are rhythmic. Desperate. Hungry.
One hand roams my body while the other grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. His cock repeatedly abuses my G-spot, sending flutters to my heart and even more arousal to my cunt. That internal knot starts building again and gaining pressure.
He speeds up even more. Going harder and faster. Pure ecstasy fills my body, mind, and soul as we become one.
That knot in my stomach turns into a tight coil, ready to snap at any minute.
He moans my name as my cunt clenches around his cock. "F-fuck, (Y/n). Fuck, you're amazing. I love you."
His lower stomach brushes against my clit with every powerful thrust, sending sparks through my nerves.
Then, as suddenly as he went in, he pulls out.
I look at him questioningly, and he looks back with devilish eyes and a scheming grin.
Before I can process what's happening, he's already pushed my legs up by my head and draped my knees over his shoulders.
Then he plunges back into me.
This new angle allows him to thrust even deeper within me. Even harder and faster and better.
God, so much better.
We moan in tandem as he keeps relentlessly pounding into my leaking cunt. He leans in and captures my mouth with his.
Our teeth accidentally bump again, but it's forgotten as our tongues meet once more.
That coil within me grows even tighter now. Every brush against my clit sends deliciously hot electricity through me. Every thrust into my G-spot brings me closer and closer to my climax.
I desperately pull him flush against me. Our slick skins slide against each other, lightning coursing through our veins. "I'm close~! Just like that~! Don't stop!"
"Fuck, (Y/n)," Wanderer moans into my ear. "I love—ah—I love you."
That declaration breaks the dam.
I bite my lip and whine even louder than before as my high reaches its peak. White-hot pleasure courses through my veins as my thighs tremble and squeeze around Wanderer's head. A thick white cream oozes from my hole and coats his cock.
And he doesn't stop. His hips keep slamming against mine, getting more and more sloppy and desperate as he chases his own high and helps me ride out mine.
Just as my orgasm finishes, his starts.
"(Y/n), I'm gonna—~ Can I—~ Fuck~"
I answer Wanderer by yanking his head down and crushing my lips into his, eliciting a loud whimper as he reaches his climax, letting his cock spurt his warm cum inside me.
And he keeps going, though significantly slower now. He eases in and out of me, as if trying to keep his cum inside my reddened cunt.
I manage to maneuver my legs so they're on either side of his hips now. I squeeze my thighs around him and pull him closer, caging him between my legs.
He cocks an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing." I grin. "Just wanted you closer. Cuddles?"
His hips come to a reluctant stop. "I don't— Ugh, fine."
"...Do you not want to cuddle?"
"It's not that. It's... Never mind. It's not important." He shakes his head and pulls out. His cum starts slowly leaking out of me, but I don't mind.
Wanderer lies down beside me, and I'm quick to bury my face into the crook of his neck and wrap my arms around his waist with a giant, goofy grin. His brows furrow in confusion. "What're you so happy about?"
"You, obviously." I roll my eyes with a chuckle. He sighs, as if exasperated, but his features show only admiration.
"...What about me?"
"Everything." Wanderer merely raises his eyebrows, as if waiting for me to continue. I don't.
Several minutes pass. "... We should probably get cleaned up."
"Not yet. You're comfy." I sleepily mumble and snuggle further into his arms for emphasis.
"And cum is getting everywhere. You do realize how much of a pain it is to clean up, don't you?"
I groan and playfully thwack his shoulder. "I knowww, but just a little longer. Promise. I just want you to hold me a little bit longer."
Meeting my doe eyes, he relents with an adorable, tiny smile. "Alright. Just a little longer."
