Durarara!
#2
Izaya x Namie (!)(!)
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He's sheathed deep inside of her core, and the lean, scarred muscle of his chest is pressed flush against her back, but he isn't moving.
She clicks her tongue in irritation and he grins wickedly against the hollow of her neck: she can feel the light scrape of his incisors there, something for her to focus on apart from the arm that sinuously curls around her waist.
"You know," he whispers breathily into the shell of her ear, "I think the process of making love is best enhanced when there's a little hate involved, don't you? Makes everything just that bit more thrilling, somehow."
"Must be tough for you to get off, then," she quips dryly, rolling her hips a little (and her eyes, too). "Seeing as how you love all humans."
"Ah, but then of course you have your Shizu-chan," she continues, steadfastly ignoring him as he cruelly twists her right nipple. "Sex with him would be utterly enthralling, would it not? You do hate him so much, after all."
He growls at her, at this display of insubordination. "Shut up," he bites out, as he finally starts moving, sending expertly angled thrusts into the snug heat of her walls; "and don't you dare tell me this isn't good."
Namie wraps her fingers around the smooth wood grain of the desk she's currently bent over. "No worries, Izaya," she gasps out, words interspersed with other appreciative noises as he fingers her clitoris. "I won't hold it against you if it's mediocre."
They go at it twice more in total.
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[notes]
literally a quickie 8'D
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AM I FUNNY YET GUYS lol jk
