Set somewhere between the middle of season 1 and end of season 2. Just a teasing; angsty, partially smutty fic. Nothing serious. ;) Enjoy.
I hadn’t seen Soryu in close to six
weeks - for business reasons or some twisted lie along the line of that he’d
mentioned last minute; but I could clearly hear his footsteps pacing through
the hotel lobby behind me - each click of his heels as one foot came down
briskly in front of the other causing my mouth to go dry. It wasn’t half
obvious at this instant reaction that I missed him - mind, body and soul. A
knot in my throat tightened uncomfortably as I muttered a quick thank you
beneath my breath and took the spare master key from the concierge at the front
desk; slipping the swipe card into my chest pocket and swivelled on my toes,
walking away with a mix of shyness and curiosity pulsing through my veins.
Waiting with a small crowd for an elevator to arrive at the ground floor and
slide open; I manage to catch a hint of his signature musky scent as he gets
closer - my eyes fluttering shut as I consciously try to control my breath; a
barely there sweat creeps across the inner of my palms and forehead.
If there weren’t other people around us
I could be confident that something would have already happened right there,
right then yet between us no words are said. I can picture it now, I’d have his
tie wrapped around my fingertips tightly to pull him in close - to initiate an
intimacy that I longed for; would have happily even begged for. Licking my dry
lips once over to soften them; I could taste an almost hunger painted on them
which I knew for him - was to also exist. His dark eyes glanced sideways in my direction
as we stood side by side in silence; his gaze hovering over my body, over my
curves which I was aware this uniform did nothing to accentuate. Pushing my
hair lazily all over one shoulder and letting my own soft, gentle fingertips
trace down the side of my exposed neck, the way Soryu adjusted his posture told
me that he wanted nothing more than to press me up against an elevator wall;
push the emergency button to keep us captive between floors and have his way
with me yet for the company we had - an audience so to speak; we both knew this
wouldn’t be an option.
Adjusting my stockings through my skirt
and playing with my bra strap teasingly through my shirt I heard a low, needy
growl that escaped from deep within his chest - a sound so subtle which I knew
was reserved wholly for just me. Soryu slipped his hands deep into his pants
pockets and it was then in a split second that I knew I was having my desired
effect on him. Between the ground floor and the 23rd that I had been working on
all afternoon people got on and people stepped off - lifting my head to count
the green digital numbers which added up as we travelled floor by floor; a
smile crossed my lips as I saw the special number appear and pushed my way
through the crowd as the doors promptly opened.
Pacing down the hall lined with suite
door after suite door, I could hear Soryu walking a few steps behind me yet we
still kept our silence; still didn’t bother saying a word. A feeling of anticipation
begins to curdle in the pit of my stomach; I can feel a hard blush sweep across
the apples of my cheeks. Pulling the swipe card out of my pocket and sliding it
through the security reader; I pull the maid trolley I’d left out in the hall
through with me into the room and place a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the exterior
handle of the door which earns a chuckle from the mobster as he wanders
through; closing the door to lock us in.
I take my time and liberty in strutting
over to the king sized bed in the middle of the suite; glancing over my
shoulder only once as I unbutton my shirt. He stands silent; just waiting -
just watching, wanting to pounce but keeping his cool. He cocks his head to one
side and waits for me - reserved to see what I’m going to do next and just as
I’m about to step out of my heels which I’ve been wearing for hours; he shakes
his head, clicks his tongue and with a single look; tells me that that is not
necessary - that he’d prefer them on.
thought you weren’t a fan of heels Mr Oh”, I announce with a smirk, I can see him
getting hard; I watch as he swallows harshly; adams apple bopping up and down
in his throat.
a fan of anything when it comes to you Ms ____.” His voice is low, lower than that growl
on the elevator and it prompts me to keep things moving forward; bending down
slightly to slip my hands beneath my skirt I shimmy out of my lacy underwear; a
dark navy set of panties which perfectly match the bra he’s had his eyes on for
a while now and toss them across the room for him to catch; the material
slipping into his jacket pocket. That’s all he needs as a yes; as a welcome; as
a signal to not bother holding back.
Quicker than he was pacing behind me in
the lobby; Soryu is over to where I’m standing within a split second - hands on
my waist, at my shoulders, around my back, snaking through my hair, tender
around my neck and searching for anywhere he hasn’t yet had the pleasure to
touch as our lips meet; soft, slow, turning hungry, aggressive and forceful as his
tongue darts into my mouth, coaxing my own to play a game of twists and turns
as I struggle for air and try to get some between gasps and moans. His hands
run down to my hips; get comfortable at the curve of my ass and the simple
command of 'jump’ has me doing everything he wants me to as I’m picked up; held
up; turned around - legs wrapping around him before he pushes me up against a
wall in the corner of the room. Arching my back and head thrown to one side
he’s adamant on leaving a pepper line of tiny, tiny ownership marks on my
shoulders and down across my chest. I whimper at the detail of his lips - how
they quiver against my skin; how he breaks away and lets me hold his face
tenderly in my hands and they slowly tremble - a lust in his eyes which is to
Loosening his tie; it doesn’t take much
to tear his shirt open - buttons popping; nails clawing at his chest to leave scratches
that will be there for days that only he will know of and see. With a strong
hold on my jaw, Soryu manoeuvres me so that I’m looking straight at him; his
grip loosening around my waist, it’s a quick shuffle of steps and before I know
it, I’m tossed straight down onto the bed.
Half sitting up, I’m forced back down as
he fights off his jacket and gets comfortable between my legs; lips cursing
across my bare skin - my skirt pulled down and thrown across the suite as I try
to kick my heels off the bed.
them on..”, he
whispers as a near almost secret and I can’t respond as a kiss seals my lips
shut. It’s harder, needier, more ravaging, less discrete; more desperate than
before. Kissing the tops of my breasts to force my back to arch; he slips a
hand beneath me; playing with the clasp at the back and sets them free; lacy
material quick to find its own home temporarily on the floor. Taking the
nipples gently between his teeth; it’s a mixture of a suck and bite motion
which has me so close to being thrown over the edge. So close to wanting to
just scream and pant and beg and long for more. I’d almost forgotten how
perfect intimacy was. Hands trailing down his still half shirt clad chest; my
fingers are eager to unbuckle his belt; to pull down his zipper; to palm at his
cock hidden beneath his boxers and hopefully set it free. Forcing a finger into
my mouth; a hopeless plea of 'suck’ he manages to vocalize and I succumb to his
request with please.
Legs further apart and trousers shuffled
down; his thumb finds my clit with ease. A slur of profanities and moans roll
off my tongue and a cold sensation; a wedding band; for a moment makes me
freeze. I’ll only ever be a mistress; I know this - it’s how it was all meant
to be. It’s the reason I haven’t seen him in so long; it’s the reason we barely
talk or say even a single word. It’s the reason he hasn’t been around the hotel
lately; the reason for his intricate lies and schemes which he followed through
to set me free. Shaking my head to rid myself of all these thoughts and ideas;
I’m late to notice that his pressed himself up against me; length slicking
through my wet core and face buried into the crook of my neck. A groan from him
erupts a wave of pleasure through my veins as slowly he lines himself up and
begins to sink in.
It’s the only phrase I can comprehend.
Head thrown back; his teeth sinking into
the thin skin of my neck; this seems perfect, this seems right, this seems how
it’s just meant to be - until a someone we weren’t expecting disregards the sign
on the door and knocks; unlocking the suite with their own master key.
i decided im gonna play the valentines day special only on valentines day bc i have no boyfriend no girlfriend no friends literally anyone in my life so im gonna spend the day with my 2d husband boyfriends and girlfriend bc they are not real but at least i can pretend someone care about me xoxo
We’re not at 89 quite yet, but maybe Hakuoki will get there one day
12 is already a stellar number though. I’m not sure if I should start with someone I know I’ve liked or dive straight for the new routes (Kaji Yuki (●´□`)♡)
What are everyones plans on handling the 2D husband overload?