"Addicting Innocence", oneshot, RukixReita
Title: "Addicting Innocence"
Chapters: 1/1 (oneshot)
Author: kuroi_fuyu (aka frozenstream)
Genre: lemon, AU, vampire
Warnings: handjob, grinding
Rating: R
Bands: the GazettE
Pairings: RukixReita
Synopsis: I don’t know what it was that drew me to him. Maybe it was his humanity… fragility… or just the simple innocence that glowed from him.
Disclaimers: sleeping in a coffin next to my bed not mine T__T
Comments: written for jfetish_15 o.o (Ruki's POV)
Theme: #10 Parthenophilia - A sexual attraction to virgins.
I don’t know what it was that drew me to him. Maybe it was his humanity… fragility… or just the simple innocence that glowed from him. Whatever it was, that something made me wander to him every night, my body wanting, yearning. Yearning for something I knew he wouldn’t willingly give me.
Sitting on his window ledge, I watch him get undressed, one piece of clothing at a time. I worship every curve of his body, the flatness of his stomach, the wide shoulders, the perfectly smooth back. How I wanted him writhing and moaning under me.. Completely under my mercy, begging for me.
Quietly I make my way to him as he was standing next to the mirror, staring at his reflection with empty eyes. I feel him tense as I wrap my arms around his slim waist, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I could hear the blood rushing in his veins and the rapid beating of his heart as he stared at the mirror where he still could see only himself.
Leaving a feather light kiss on his pulsing vein, my lips made their way down his neck to his smooth back. I kissed the skin between his shoulder blades, loving the almost inaudible gasp that left his lips. My hands were caressing his stomach, the muscles quivering under my caress causing his whole body to tremble slightly.
“Give yourself to me”, I whisper to his ear with a hoarse voice, feeling a shiver go down his spine at my words. I press myself harder against him, letting him feel my arousal, hearing him trying to muffle his whimper. “This is what you do to me”, I continue, nibbling his earlobe slightly with my sharp teeth, “This is how much I want you… Your body, it calls to me. It wants to be claimed, even if you didn’t..”
I brush my lips over his shoulder to his exposed neck, fighting the urge to sink my teeth to the soft flesh. His breathing is uneven, coming out in short pants, eyes never leaving the mirror. A smirk finds its way on my lips as I lower my hand, teasingly slow making its way to the waistband of his underwear.
As I’m about to slide my hand inside, he releases himself from my hold, spinning around and facing me, back being pressed against the mirror table. The shocked expression on his face letting me know that he indeed wouldn’t be submitting to me that easily.
I smile softly at him, taking a step closer, and another till my body is pressed flat against his. He stares at me wide-eyed, seemingly wanting to get away from me as fast as possible but knowing that running wouldn’t do any good. I reach out my hand to cup his face and he turns his head away, eyes leaving mine to gaze at the floor.
“Don’t be scared”, I say with a soothing tone, turning his head to press my lips on his. He closes his eyes, pearly tears forming in the corners of his eyes as I continue to kiss him tenderly. Darting out my tongue, I lick his lips, silently asking him to part them. To my surprise he does, letting my tongue enter his mouth. He moans softly as our tongues dance together, the kiss turning to a rather needy one.
With a gasp I part from him, the sensations running wild in my undead body. I run my tongue along his jaw line to his ear from where I continue down his neck to his throat. I feel his Adam’s apple jumping as I kiss it. I bury my nose to his neck, breathing in his addicting scent. The scent of a virgin.
My hand roams over his stomach to his chest, fingers circling around an erect nipple as my other hand lowers to his behind, pulling him closer to me. I grind against him, hearing him groan in response. He’s so close to giving himself to me. Only a few strings of selfcontrol keeping himself from doing so, strings that I’m more than ready to cut.
I leave the nipple alone and a disappointed sigh leaves his lips. Grinning, I gently massage his lower stomach, sneakingly making my way inside his underwear. He gasps as my fingers wrap around his half erect length, starting to stroke it teasingly. His hips bucking up against my touch, wanting more.
Grinding myself against his thigh, I groan, bringing myself closer to the edge by every jolt of pleasure that runs through my body at the contact. Breathing harsh against the skin of his neck, I gain more speed to my strokes, loving the way he whimpers and moans. His deep voice next to ear is arousing and it drives me insane.
“Come for me”, I breathe out, kissing his neck. I open my mouth, my sharp teeth coming in contact with his sensitive skin. They are aching, I’ve waited for too long.
I sink my teeth to his flesh, piercing the soft skin, tasting the blood. He gasps loudly, body quivering as he comes to my hand. I smirk against his neck, drawing the blood from the wound, feeding myself. He even tasted addicting, and I know I won’t settle for this time only.
Fighting against my nature, I rip myself away from him, one drop of blood dripping from the corner of my mouth as I groan, grinding myself against him one last time before the orgasm hits me. Lazily my hips move on their own accord as I get down from my high.
I chuckle to his neck, slowly letting go of him and take a step back. His chest is still rising and falling in heavy pants as he looks at me with half lidded eyes. The pink flush on his skin telling me he’s ashamed of himself, of not fighting back and letting himself go.
“Thank you”, I place a kiss on his trembling lips before making my way to the open window. I turn to look at him. He looks so utterly beautiful that it breaks my heart… or well, it would if I still had a beating one. Maybe it’s his innocence that makes him so beautiful in my eyes. Might I lose my interest if got all of him to myself? That I don’t know. But maybe he’s worth taking the risk.
Giving him one last smile, I jump out the window, the gentle nightly summer breeze under my wings, carrying me into the night.
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A/N: an idea that popped to my head when I read the description of the fetish o.o
I wanted it to be different from the usual "virgin stories" :'D
Hope this was good :o at least I loved writing it since vampires are my addiction *_*
Nyaaa, comments are like blood for those nightly creatures <3~
Chapters: 1/1 (oneshot)
Author: kuroi_fuyu (aka frozenstream)
Genre: lemon, AU, vampire
Warnings: handjob, grinding
Rating: R
Bands: the GazettE
Pairings: RukixReita
Synopsis: I don’t know what it was that drew me to him. Maybe it was his humanity… fragility… or just the simple innocence that glowed from him.
Disclaimers: sleeping in a coffin next to my bed not mine T__T
Comments: written for jfetish_15 o.o (Ruki's POV)
Theme: #10 Parthenophilia - A sexual attraction to virgins.
I don’t know what it was that drew me to him. Maybe it was his humanity… fragility… or just the simple innocence that glowed from him. Whatever it was, that something made me wander to him every night, my body wanting, yearning. Yearning for something I knew he wouldn’t willingly give me.
Sitting on his window ledge, I watch him get undressed, one piece of clothing at a time. I worship every curve of his body, the flatness of his stomach, the wide shoulders, the perfectly smooth back. How I wanted him writhing and moaning under me.. Completely under my mercy, begging for me.
Quietly I make my way to him as he was standing next to the mirror, staring at his reflection with empty eyes. I feel him tense as I wrap my arms around his slim waist, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I could hear the blood rushing in his veins and the rapid beating of his heart as he stared at the mirror where he still could see only himself.
Leaving a feather light kiss on his pulsing vein, my lips made their way down his neck to his smooth back. I kissed the skin between his shoulder blades, loving the almost inaudible gasp that left his lips. My hands were caressing his stomach, the muscles quivering under my caress causing his whole body to tremble slightly.
“Give yourself to me”, I whisper to his ear with a hoarse voice, feeling a shiver go down his spine at my words. I press myself harder against him, letting him feel my arousal, hearing him trying to muffle his whimper. “This is what you do to me”, I continue, nibbling his earlobe slightly with my sharp teeth, “This is how much I want you… Your body, it calls to me. It wants to be claimed, even if you didn’t..”
I brush my lips over his shoulder to his exposed neck, fighting the urge to sink my teeth to the soft flesh. His breathing is uneven, coming out in short pants, eyes never leaving the mirror. A smirk finds its way on my lips as I lower my hand, teasingly slow making its way to the waistband of his underwear.
As I’m about to slide my hand inside, he releases himself from my hold, spinning around and facing me, back being pressed against the mirror table. The shocked expression on his face letting me know that he indeed wouldn’t be submitting to me that easily.
I smile softly at him, taking a step closer, and another till my body is pressed flat against his. He stares at me wide-eyed, seemingly wanting to get away from me as fast as possible but knowing that running wouldn’t do any good. I reach out my hand to cup his face and he turns his head away, eyes leaving mine to gaze at the floor.
“Don’t be scared”, I say with a soothing tone, turning his head to press my lips on his. He closes his eyes, pearly tears forming in the corners of his eyes as I continue to kiss him tenderly. Darting out my tongue, I lick his lips, silently asking him to part them. To my surprise he does, letting my tongue enter his mouth. He moans softly as our tongues dance together, the kiss turning to a rather needy one.
With a gasp I part from him, the sensations running wild in my undead body. I run my tongue along his jaw line to his ear from where I continue down his neck to his throat. I feel his Adam’s apple jumping as I kiss it. I bury my nose to his neck, breathing in his addicting scent. The scent of a virgin.
My hand roams over his stomach to his chest, fingers circling around an erect nipple as my other hand lowers to his behind, pulling him closer to me. I grind against him, hearing him groan in response. He’s so close to giving himself to me. Only a few strings of selfcontrol keeping himself from doing so, strings that I’m more than ready to cut.
I leave the nipple alone and a disappointed sigh leaves his lips. Grinning, I gently massage his lower stomach, sneakingly making my way inside his underwear. He gasps as my fingers wrap around his half erect length, starting to stroke it teasingly. His hips bucking up against my touch, wanting more.
Grinding myself against his thigh, I groan, bringing myself closer to the edge by every jolt of pleasure that runs through my body at the contact. Breathing harsh against the skin of his neck, I gain more speed to my strokes, loving the way he whimpers and moans. His deep voice next to ear is arousing and it drives me insane.
“Come for me”, I breathe out, kissing his neck. I open my mouth, my sharp teeth coming in contact with his sensitive skin. They are aching, I’ve waited for too long.
I sink my teeth to his flesh, piercing the soft skin, tasting the blood. He gasps loudly, body quivering as he comes to my hand. I smirk against his neck, drawing the blood from the wound, feeding myself. He even tasted addicting, and I know I won’t settle for this time only.
Fighting against my nature, I rip myself away from him, one drop of blood dripping from the corner of my mouth as I groan, grinding myself against him one last time before the orgasm hits me. Lazily my hips move on their own accord as I get down from my high.
I chuckle to his neck, slowly letting go of him and take a step back. His chest is still rising and falling in heavy pants as he looks at me with half lidded eyes. The pink flush on his skin telling me he’s ashamed of himself, of not fighting back and letting himself go.
“Thank you”, I place a kiss on his trembling lips before making my way to the open window. I turn to look at him. He looks so utterly beautiful that it breaks my heart… or well, it would if I still had a beating one. Maybe it’s his innocence that makes him so beautiful in my eyes. Might I lose my interest if got all of him to myself? That I don’t know. But maybe he’s worth taking the risk.
Giving him one last smile, I jump out the window, the gentle nightly summer breeze under my wings, carrying me into the night.
****
A/N: an idea that popped to my head when I read the description of the fetish o.o
I wanted it to be different from the usual "virgin stories" :'D
Hope this was good :o at least I loved writing it since vampires are my addiction *_*
Nyaaa, comments are like blood for those nightly creatures <3~