Author's Note: Thank you so much for all of your comments and enthusiasm! I won't keep you waiting with this. :D
Still twitching for Shizuo and Shizuo only, my hips jerk all on their own, begging him to take me. He grins, fully into how badly my body wants his. For a novice, he is entirely confident, readi8 ng me as easily as a children's book.
Positioning himself on top of me earns an immediate moan as his erection brushes against mine. He catches my gasp in in his mouth, transforming it into an even deeper approving moan.
Damn these sultry kisses tearing me apart.
I never knew it was possible to feel something so strong…
Shizuo grinds into me, and I'm sure I'm going to die from the pleasure. He's a natural, using his distinctive animal-like qualities to push him from one step to the next.
"Fuck," I hiss, digging my fingernails into his back while his hands roam over my body. "Shizu-chan…"
"What?" he breathes, clearly enjoying the taste of my skin in his mouth.
"I need you…"
Nodding, he retracts, giving me a few solid, full strokes. If I wasn't warm before, every cell of my body is on fire now.
Sensing that I can't take much more of this, he presses his own head against my ass, sliding it up and down the crevice several times before I spread my legs and he presses it against my hole, ready as ever.
"Wait…" I stop suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't go in dry…" I mutter, "In the top drawer…"
Shizuo follows my instruction, finding an unopened bottle of lube ready and waiting for our use in the nightstand's drawer.
"Gotcha," he smirks, opening it quickly; squeezing out a generous amount on his fingers.
I shudder at the sight, only to tremble more as his wetted fingers begin to massage my opening a short moment later.
Plunging a finger inside earns an immediate moan on my part. He pumps it in an out several times; then adds another, enjoying my response as he stretches me to his liking. Never before have I been with anyone - like this - who knows exactly what I want through so little words. The mere idea is chilling in a sense. To know I can be so easily read by one such as Heiwajima Shizuo.
This man… he never ceases to surpass my highest expectations.
The way he burns me with his heat…
The way he knows where to touch…
Knows when I'm hurting…
Knows when I'm hiding…
His fingers push into me one more time, as deep as they'll go, suddenly brushing against my sweet spot as he wiggles the appendages. Vision going white, my body curls into the overwhelming sensation, racking my frame with blissful, heart-racing shivers.
"A-are you okay?" He asks, nervously, pulling his expert fingers out.
"Oh, god. Do that again…" I breathe.
A chaste kiss brushes my lips before Shizuo squeezes more of the lube into his hand, coating his dick in it seconds later.
As I am about to go as far as to beg, he slips the pulsating piece into me with unbelievable ease, beginning to slowly thrust himself in an out. If it were possible to melt like chocolate, I'd be a fucking puddle of the sugary stuff now…
"Shit…" he breathes, "You're so fucking tight… Hngh…"
"Aahhh… Hnn… Shizu-chan…"
He responds by quickening his thrusts; placing sweet kisses along my jaw. "Tell me what to do," he growls, predatorily.
"Harder…"
The increasing sound of his body slamming into mine, lighting a fire each time he buries himself deeper, drowns out everything but the two of us. The pain which thrives in my system becomes irrelevant, succumbing to none other than his touch sinking in as far as it can go.
Shizuo picks up speed, angling himself just right, when his dick hits my prostate again, driving my body wild. The moan is trapped in my throat by exhilaration, eliminating all proper function. My body is his. Completely under his incredibly dominating control.
As if it weren't enough, once he realizes exactly what he is doing to me, he angles himself just right to keep hitting this spot over and over, happy to see me in a dizzying mess, and adding his hand to my needy, leaking erection.
Crashing our lips together, he slows his ministrations for a moment, feverishly kissing me as if it will be the last time. He eats up my moans, swallowing them whole.
Tensing with the coiling of my lower stomach, he feels the oncoming change in my body, once again gaining speed which each delicious thrust. Unable to hold out any longer, my walls clench around him and I moan, releasing liquid lust onto us both. With a few powerful thrusts, Shizuo quickly follows inside of me, doubling over to catch his breath in the afterglow.
For the next several days, Heiwajima Shizuo is both my curse and my cure.
Taking me into his heat each time a migraine comes one, he wills them away, controlling my body with his own. I hate it, and at the same time, I can't tell him no. I don't want to.
Migraines have nothing on the combination of strong heat and lust working against them. He touches me like that… in a way that only he can. He frees me from turmoil, melting the agony.
If I did not need him as badly as I do, there rests no doubt in my mind that I would push him away. Instead, I drown in every second, unable to put a stop to all of this madness.
It's almost like being drunk. The more I have, the more intoxicated I become. The more I lose my mind to his sweet, addictive poisons.
Who knew…? Who ever would have predicted that something so animalistic - not that I mind - as sex would be the answer to pushing back the uncontrolled horror eating my life? Taking one day after the other to chew me up in its razor sharp teeth?
He has seen me weak so many times it hardly matters anymore if I give myself up entirely.
Is it worth it?
Is it worth giving myself up?
Not at all.
I'm making a huge fucking mistake.
I'm going against all that I stand by for this. All that separates me from the average human race.
I'm more than this. Better.
I was born to be a god; not to be so easily taken down - shredded - by affliction.
Nevertheless, I cannot control how uncontrollable this pain is. Shizuo can. The irony of which is almost hilarious.
After what I count to be the seventh round, I exit the bathroom with wet hair and a fresh set of clothes on my back, perfectly ready to fall into the sheets for a solid night of sleep.
Crawling between the blankets, I see that he is already there; sailing through bliss in dreamland.
Hesitantly, I reach out to feel those bleach blond tresses between my fingertips, wondering what drove him to lose his mind enough to care about someone like me. Someone he is meant to loathe with every cell in his body.
"Why, Shizu-chan…?" I sigh, burying my fingers in his hair. "Why would you get yourself mixed up with me like this…?"