I got into this anime called Gangsta and I even read the manga. I highly recommend it if you want to ride Satan's feels train. :'D
Anyways as soon as I laid my eyes on Doug I had to write a lemon for him, he'll always be my number 1. The songs that sparked the desire to write this was 'Mansionair- Hold me down.' And 'I'm into You- Chet Faker' Check it out if you want. As usually I love all the characters and I'm willing to write something for you in this series. If you want a request just ask me via msg I'm here I'll add it to this collection making it something for yall.
I seriously tried 'show don't tell'… but I failed near the end :/
A short guy with dark chocolate dreads sat impatiently on a pile of stacked wooden crates against a brick wall. He kicked his feet back and forth; making the heels of his converses knock audibly against the hollow crate. His brown orbs were set on the front door's entrance of a convenient store, waiting for a certain someone to come out. Since Twilights were not welcomed in this store he had to obediently wait like a dog. When the front door opened it hit a bell that dangled above it, making it chime. Eagerly the guy leaps from the crates like a poison dart frog would leap off a tree with agile. His white jacket that was wrapped securely around his waist glides smoothly with his movements. Doug cuts through the air effortlessly. When he lands in front of the person exiting the store his dog tags chime against each other.
"Where's my stuff?" he pressed greedily like a child asking for a prize they didn't earn.
Standing before him was a girl wearing a black skin tight tank top holding a brown paper bag against her chest. She shuffled away from him in her knee high combat boots annoyed with the Twilight. Her skin was slightly darker than the fair toned Twilight demanding for his goods. Doug reached out to take the brown paper bag into his possession. The girl strikes at his hand slapping them away from the bag. As she shook her head no her brown gorgeous curls bounced around her.
"What the hell, Vic?" he groans rubbing at his injured hand pouting at her.
"Don't be such a baby," she teased sticking out her tongue at him. She started to walk in the direction towards the Bastard, "Let's go, Freckles."
He grimaced in dismay following her from behind, "Stop treating me like a child."
"Then give me a good reason to stop," Vicky strides on not looking back at him.
He walked behind her in silence as the reasons came to him. One, she was a Normal he could kill her without hesitation. All she did was taunt him of his size and it annoyed the hell out of him. The fact that she was taller than him by a whole inch drove him crazy. Two, he was older than her by a couple of years. She should show him some respect. Age should count for something, right? Three, he was her on and off body guard for the time being. The girl should be at his mercy. Vicky's mother had some ties with his boss and had run into some trouble. And 'lo and behold Doug was dragged into it. He knew the routine stay with her until sun rise, follow her like a shadow, make sure the girl was alright, and then when the coast was clear he'd return back to headquarters.
Back then she'd greet him with insults reminding him of his height. And he would fire back commenting on her unruly hair. Hey, even though it was a cheap shot he fought back fire with fire. The first few days were hell but with time they had this weird ass relationship going on. Now she would welcome him with a huge goofy grin, asking him about work and how his day went. The girl with the wild hair even came up with the nickname Freckles just for him. He assumed it was just one of her ways of being a silly Normal underestimating him.
Galahad and that damn gigolo Worick would tease him nonstop about her. The man with the eye patch would smile smugly at him asking if he had gotten laid yet. Galahad busted the young mercenary checking her out at one point. And of course Galahad tagged along commenting about that ass of hers. Doug would get flustered and frustrated yelling at them both to shut up and mind their own business. It bothered Doug to death that they would constantly make lewd jokes about her. He shouldn't let it get to him she was a human after all why should he care?
"I'm your body guard and I'm older than you." He reminded her as his gaze fell to her ass.
"And?" she replied.
"That's it," he scowled pondering what it would be like to grab a hold of her cheeks. It was the way her butt would capture his attention when she wore those god damn green short shorts. Ugh, unspeakable things crossed his mind the longer he gazed at it; Things like smacking her ass to watch it jiggle, molding it to his touch, just making it his. Doug was mesmerized by her ass to notice that she had said something.
Vicky looks over her shoulder capturing his gaze on her body, "Freckles, stop staring at my butt." She scolded at him making him feel stupid and embarrassed for getting caught.
He began to remove his jacket from his waist and moved to her flank mumbling a few words under his breath.
"What did you say?" she asked tilting her head at him.
"Then don't wear clothes like that…" he repeats handing her his jacket to cover herself up. He takes the bag into his care.
"Why?" Vicky tested as she takes the white jacket and zips herself up in it.
"Guys will stare at you." He adjusted his kukri blades at his sides trying not to look at her.
She stops in her track and twirls around in his jacket, "Now, it looks like I'm wearing nothing see?"
Doug's heart stopped when she posed in front of him. The white jacket covered her shorts making it look like she was wearing nothing but those boots. His brown orbs darken with unspeakable desire as he absorbed her image. Those combat boots stopped at her knees giving that teasing peep show to any wandering eyes. He took her hand and guided her to an alley. His palm grew sweaty as held hers for what seemed to be an eternity to him, in those few seconds. The guy with the dread locks looked away removing his sweaty hand away from hers.
"What's wrong?" she asked looking nervously around her surroundings, "Are we being followed?"
He reassures her while placing the brown bag on the floor, "Nuh-uh."
"Then what seems to be the problem, Freckles?" her eyes fell on him annoyed.
He awkwardly rubbed his freckled nose with the back of his hand. He shuffles fidgeting more feeling unsure of how to make his move.
"Uses your words," she teased giving him that condescending smile he hated so much.
"I'll give you a good reason why you need to stop treating me like a child," He shot back low his voice dripping in sweet lust; as he pressed her up against the wall. His dreads brushed against Vicky's face when he gave her a crooked lop sided smile. The girl's body shudders involuntarily at his deviant smile loving the new attitude; something stirred deep inside of her.
He took her arms and pinned them by her sides against the warm wall. The short guy slightly leans forward on the balls of his feet, giving himself that height he desperately desired oh so much. Doug took her lips and claimed them for his own. Finally. His tongue ran across her button lip hungrily begging her to part them for him. Vicky declines not giving him access and slowing nibbling at his top lip. The girl with the semi organized curls couldn't hide the smile that Doug felt in the kiss. He knew the human was enjoying herself.
Pissed and unsatisfied the heated Twilight released her arms and went straight for her ass giving it a hard squeeze; just as he always dreamt of doing. Vicky giggles looping one arm over his shoulders, taking a dread in her hand. When she giggled excitedly her lips parted momentarily, Doug took his chance and forced his tongue in her mouth. Thrilled the human welcomed him to explore her hot moist mouth. She slide her other hand from her side up to his face and cups his cheek. Both of their bodies pressed against each with need and want. The Twilight groans lightly pleased as his fingers kneaded in to her firm ass rolling it between his fingers. Doug raised his knee and forced it up between her legs pressing roughly against her heated core grinning up at her. He broke the kiss looking at the girl before him with swollen lips and confused brown eyes.
"Wha-" she gasps surprised finding herself scooped up in his arm.
For his small stature he had to be well built if he could hold her up like a bride. Vicky felt small in his arms with her face resting against his hard chest and back resting against his biceps. He crouched low and pushed of the surface of the ground launching himself up high into the air. He kicked off between the two large alley walls and began to move towards the direction of her home. The wind whooshed past them hissing in their ears. The girl in his arms shivered cold snuggling against him for warmth. She was impressed that the Twilight was unbothered by the wind. After multiple super jumps they were standing in front of her house's front door.
Vicky's whole body shook as she fumbled for the keys freezing her tail off. Her hands shook violently missing the hole of the lock; Doug sighed taking the keys away from the human and unlocked the door himself. He then reaches out to the girl taking her by her waist walking backwards with her moving forward. Their lips met once again reviving that burning ache for each other that they had moments ago. The black combat boot stepped on top the black with white converses making the two adolescents fall over each other on the wooden polished floor laughing. Vicky had Doug underneath her bronze body straddling him on top. Not giving a damn the guy leans up to kiss her as his hands skimmed for her shorts. The girl laughs moving down to capture his lips. The hood of his white jacket slide forward cover her head as they continued to express their harmless passion.
The girl straddling slowly pulled away from Doug's lips. Her face flushed with crimson hues her brown orbs locks with his. The mercenary sat up with her in his lap as his finger reached out to the zipper of his jacket. He pulled the zipper down ever so slowly building up the tension and excitement in the air. Growing impatient she shimmies off his jacket letting him take it off and toss it to the floor. She takes off her black tight tank top shaking her locks about. Her breasts were held snuggly in the patterned camouflage cups making her look bustier than usual.
Doug removed his shirt exposing his well toned body decorated with scars from previous combats in the past. Vicky reaches out and runs her fingers along one of his scars near his collarbone. Brown eyes slowly cloud with sadness as she tries to fathom why society treated Twilights like savaged dogs. They weren't bad at all, at least the one she's met Nicolas, Galahad, and Marco were kind and friendly towards her. One day she was attacked and Doug came to rescue her. She heard from the fellas that he left without a second thought when he caught whiff of news. Ever since he saved her from those thugs; Vicky adored the short mercenary to pieces. Moving both his hands up he cupped her face ignoring the curls he messed up. Interrupting her train of thoughts Doug kissed her nose reassuringly and gave her a soft smile, "Hey, now come back to me."
They ripped the remaining clothes off of each other hungrily. She gasps surprised when Doug removed his briefs that kept his package in place. Vicky didn't think she was turning him on, but the assumption did go out the window when he showed her his manhood. Oh god, did she ache for him. That rod looked prefect and rigid enough to make her keep coming in to ecstasy. She squirmed a few times attempting to ease the sweet familiar ache that was begging her to get on with it. Doug smirked ever so pleased with her reaction showing her how hard and stiff he was. There was no way a boy would have this kind of package.
He chuckles switching places with her using one hand to lay her down on the cool wooden floor. His calloused hands ghosted to her perky breast giving them a sharp tug at her nipples. She bit her bottom lip wincing and holding back her cry; as her entire body arches up for more. Doug loved the way she looked under him her face red and her body responding to his every touch. His left hand went between her tights feeling the wet mess he caused. Her woman lips oozed dripping with anticipation. He rubbed the tiny curls with his thumb as he pressed his forefingers roughly against her core.
"Oh, Doug," she begged in a small voice that made him so painfully hard, "Doug…"
Kneeling he spread her legs apart placing himself on her right thigh and resting her other leg under his left arm. He angled his rod between her lips and thrusted into her. Doug's cocoa colored eyes rolled back to his skull as he felt he tight walls suck him in. Vicki turns away her arms over hiding her face embarrassed of her lewd behavior. He takes notice of it grimacing at her action. Slyly he leans down and starts trailing blazing hot kisses up from her belly button to the center between her breasts. He felt her body heat up and shudder deliciously underneath him. A boyish smile forms on his lips as his eyes lazily gazed down on her. "I want to see you," he purrs nuzzling her jaw line.
"I can't," Vicky murmurs burying her face further in to her arms.
Doug rolled his hips in to her slowly, as he nibbled away at her neck, "Can't what? Use your words."
"Mm," Vicky hums as her lower half moves down to met him. That line sounded so familiar like she's heard it before, unfortunately she couldn't get herself to recall from where. He had to be enjoying this. His hands part her arms from her face gently placing them above her head. Vicki looks up at him hovering over her; feeling her face flush red once again. He pushed himself inside of her once more this time thoroughly stretching her out as he filled her up slowly. A light cry escaped her lips. Doug kissed her roughly this time robbing her of oxygen thrusting carefully. He started off on an easy pace for her, not too fast nor too slow, steady accommodating both their cravings. He slid easily in feeling her wet muscle clench around his rod to keep him in.
He witnessed pure blissful expressions that grace her face as he pumped away in her. This was something that he never thought he would experience with a Normal her lips against his, her body moving with his, and her eyes on only him. Everything felt amazing so far. The Twilight's hands left her arms when he was sure she wouldn't cover her face up. Fair skinned hands moved smoothly down her body feeling down her curves exploring for new areas that were sensitive to his touch. Doug received many complementary 'ohs' and heavenly 'ahs' as his hands wandered around Vicky's glistening body. He rubbed his calloused hands in small circular movements behind her thighs moving them up to grasp her ass. He squeezed her ass groaning while he pressed her against him nesting deeper inside.
Vicky scrunched her face up as she snaked her arms around Doug's tense muscular back. She pulled him closer to fill whatever space remained between them. "No,no..." she whimpered under her breath, every word that escaped her lips pushed her closer to the edge as she fought her climax.
She wanted to enjoy it even further. Doug wasn't quite ready to release yet, but he knew what was to come. And real guy to Doug... No, wait a real man will always let his woman come first. Vicky was already soaked. Ready to release. No matter how hard she fought against it Doug was pushing her to edge his hips moving faster now. She fought the coil deep inside of her, honestly Vicky did her best. But her toes curled as she felt her soul withered away from her body under him. Suddenly she jerks up, her entire body betrays her, when Doug circled their hips together hard. Vicky falls off the edge letting her high take her on a wild ride as she cries out "Doug!" in a seductive way. Her womanhood assaults Doug's rod which was still sheathed in it. He watched her in awe with dilated eyes as she released before him.
Doug picked her up from the sticky wet warm wooden floor. Moving over to the couch in the living room the aroused man laid her on her stomach. Vicky gripped on to the plush couch under her body. He kneels behind her stroking her back. She never felt so vulnerable, so exposed… to this Twilight of all people. He peppered kisses on her shoulders blade his tongue tasting her. His hands roam to her waist and hoisted her butt up high in the cool air. She felt his hand touch her bottom squeezing securing them under his touch. God, this fine ass belonged to Doug and he was going to claim it.
He held his pre-moisten rod towards her other entrance. Surprisingly, Vicky pushed herself back towards him urging him on. He placed his manhood in her ass and pumped away treating himself. She moans loudly welcoming the new foreign feeling everything was new and exotic; he made her previous climax sensation echo through her body. Thrust after thrust Doug speeded giving in to his primal instincts. He pressed her cheeks together making her squeeze tightly around his hard on as he raced to his finish. Moments later his climax ripped through him making him double over. The girl gasps feeling a warm liquid fill her up. A deep throaty moan fills the air as he cursed into softly her ear. When he curled around his new found lover. Doug rolled to Vicky's side on the large plush couch and spooned with her.
Suddenly, a laugh bursts out of Vicky who winced slightly as she turns to face him, grinning at her naked body guard. "I would have never taken you for an ass man, Freckles." Their legs intertwine with each other bathing in the after glow.
He raised an eye brow at her as his boyish grin returns, "I'm suddenly a man now?" Doug reeled the girl into his arms embracing her close.
"Well, you've been a man ever since I have met you." She giggles brushing her lips against his.
"Shut up," he laughs twirling one of her curls around his finger, "You're so full of it," He leans nipping at her bottom lip.
"No," she sincerely smiles, "I mean it." Doug leans in and captures her lips one more time. Just as they were about to dive in to another ravishing make out session… A loud growl startles the two adolescents. Suddenly the male blushes pulling away.
"Hungry are we?" Vicky chimed flashing a feline smile at him. "Good thing we went to the store and got those pastries, huh?"
Doug groans in dismay face palming himself.
"You didn't," She exclaims.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles sulking, "I got caught up in the moment…"
((I'm Tired. I Love you. Please comment or msg me if you want a story I don't bite))