[It's a sweet moment of vulnerability that he rarely indulges in. A moment of weakness where he lets himself simply feel and be attached to someone in more than just a casual way.
Which shouldn't be surprising given all the "I love you"s he's spouted, and yet. And yet...
He can barely stand to admit as much to her without nearly wanting to bury his face in the pillow beside his head.
So instead he simply rubs his cheek against the mattress, sigh wistfully.
Until he gets her message.
At which point he glances behind him and nearly falls out of bed.]
here she is, still flushed from the top of her head and across her cheeks. still out of breath from not only moving as fast as she possibly could but from what they were talking about. she's a fraction away from whining at him to open the window.
instead, she stares blankly. ]
Wha - wh - was I not supposed to be?! Y-you said...!
[HE DIDN'T THINK SHE'D ACTUALLY COME!! Nobody ever did before...
Thankfully Vanitas is not that cruel, even if he is a dumbass. So he hurries over to open the window, then steps back to give her space to enter. His own face is beet red and he gazes at her with wide, bewildered eyes, like he can hardly believe his words had this effect.]
N-No, it's fine... I just-- I mean...
[Suddenly bashful and even a touch ashamed, he hurries back to the bed to put his phone away. ...and then he proceeds to start putting away his discarded clothes. Hanging up his vest and draping his ribbons over the back of the chair. Seemingly ignoring her??
But no-- he keeps stealing shy little glances at her.]
she is cautious about entering, too. though something in her is screaming to do her usual. pin him to the wall or throw him on the bed or even shove him into that nearby chair. it's tempting. he's defenseless when his back is turned to her.
while he's busy scuffling about, she fumbles for her phone and pulls it out to reread the text. h-he said it, right? when she finds the right message, she lifts her phone and shows off the text.
look at that. a crack in her screen. that's new. ]
W-was I maybe too forward? Too pushy? Or demanding? Is that why?
He either doesn't notice her hesitation, or perhaps more likely, he's just too flustered to address it outright. She probably would have better luck simply tackling him into the bed or forcing him into the wall, as per usual. He responds so well to such forceful tactics, after all.
But once confronted with his own words, he stops in his tracks, burying his face in his hands with a quiet moan that's half needy, half exasperated. At himself, of course.]
N-No...! It's nothing like that. I'm just...
[Seeing the crack in her screen, he has to find the words to properly express his feelings. It takes him a few moments, though, and the sound of him swallowing is audible.]
I'm really glad you're here...
[He's also glad he's wearing dark pants that help hide his arousal.]
[ purely confused now, she tilts her head and waits for him to finish his thought.
when he does, with something so so sweet, her phone lowers from where she clutches it to her chest. there is the issue of her ALSO being incredibly aroused, although far less obvious, but some of the tension drains from her shoulders. ]
Vanitas... [ ah - ] No. Macaron...
[ saying it in person makes her heart flutter and she smiles shyly. very different from the jeanne telling him not to cum without her. setting her phone aside, she opens up her arms to him and waits. ]
[He's grateful that she waits for him to finish before speaking; it helps him get his thoughts in order so he can properly articulate these wondrous feelings he has for her.
...okay, maybe he still sucks at it. But at least he got the words out? That's something, anyways.
Hearing her call him that pet name in person has his blush creeping up his cheeks again, coloring the tips of his ears red.]
J-Jeanne... Do you wanna...
[Then she's offering him a place of warmth and comfort, and before he knows it, he finds himself stumbling into her grasp, nuzzling his face against her neck with happy sigh.]
[ whatever it is that he's going to ask that she wants to do? the answer is yes. if it's this, holding each other in a tender embrace all night. jeanne's arms wrapping around his shoulders. one hand set on the back of his head and her nose pressed into his hair. his scent fills her senses, made sweeter by his blood, but she's able to control the urge.
the medicine is still working. for now.
if what he wants is something else? a repeat of beautiful moans and addictive whimpers. of warm, wet, tight flesh squeezing with an inhale. of clenched teeth and glistening skin? the answer is also yes for that. ]
I came here for you and what you need. [ because he said he missed her.
and she wouldn't be here if she didn't want it, too. he doesn't need to worry. ]
[He knows that being so close to her always comes with the risk of her needing to feed, but he doesn't mind. He never does, even if he's not in the mood. Because he made her promise, and she's kept to it. How could he ever deny her? Just like he could never turn her down if she wanted sex nowadays.
[ jeanne isn't completely selfless. but after everything she's learned today, after he admitted he missed her, she couldn't stand being away from him either. there will be a lot of questions when she returns to the estate.
that's a later problem.
her current problem that isn't actually a problem is the teeth at her throat. that one tiny, sharper canine scraping at her pulse. they make her feet unsteady as she follows his lead toward the bed.
he tells her what he wants and it gets her blood pumping. her face reddening. the insistent ache between her thighs coming back as strong as before, reminding her it's still there. ]
That's right. You said... you wanted to cum...
[ it's practically a purr in her throat as grabs a button and unclasps it on his shirt. ]
[Her selfishness is different, though. She wants him for herself. Greedy. But that makes him feel needed and desired, something he's far too unused to anymore. Even his pseudo family of Luna and Mikhail couldn't make him feel quite so wanted. Or maybe it's just that this love is a different type.
Either way, he's all too eager to bump them into the bed, where he stumbles and sits down with a gasp, eyes fixing upon her with an unfocused stare as he marvels at just how beautiful she is for the umpteenth time.
His own length is throbbing hard and insistently, making him squirm in place again.]
Y-Yeah... Please...
[Ducking his head, he watches her hands at work, his own trembling slightly in anticipation. Yet he still moves to unbutton his pants, easing some of the pressure on his length to the point he sighs with regret and relief.]
[ it's a different love, but... he is needed. desired. claimed as hers with a mark.
however, his plea gives her pause. just the other night they were together, but it sounds as though he's just like her in this. by the next day, she wants him again. hell, within the hour she wants him but she has to return to luca's side.
one day. one day, she will really make a mistake because of him. but she doesn't mind so much anymore. he said together. theirs. our. ]
Where...? Do you want to...?
[ she crawls into his lap, dropping her hand to skate her palm along his thigh and toward his hip. ]
[For the first time, it's a mark upon his body that he doesn't mind, doesn't regret. If claiming him brings them closer together, he'll gladly accept it.
It may not have been long since they last slept together, but it's still this unbearable urge to consummate their affection for one another. Or maybe he's just a horny ass teenager in need of a good fucking. Who can really say? He sure can't, not when she's so close, smells so good, and feels even better.
Perhaps she'll be the death of him, it's true, but again - he won't mind because it's her.]
Here... I-If you want...
[He shudders at her touch, twisting around to swing his legs up onto the bed so he can lay down with her atop him, hands moving to grasp her by the hips. He kneads at her soft flesh and squirms about, trying to get more friction where it counts.]
[ the forming of that mark was a catalyst to their changing relationship. enemies at the start. although vanitas did a lot of the heavy lifting, himself. whatever it is he needs, she'll give it to him.
it takes her a moment, but she smiles faintly with her cheeks starting to glow hot. maybe she wasn't clear enough. either way, she follows him onto the bed and continues to glide her hand up higher. more towards the middle. rubbing her hand where he wants that friction the most as she tries not to grind at the empty air, too.
already so hard, too. how long has he been like this? ]
[Maybe it was the fact she enjoyed him so much that one time that made him feel desirable, even if it was an unnatural thirst that drove her to latching onto him and drinking so deeply. Something changed from that night, to where he wanted to be her one and only.
Or maybe he was just reveling in the control he had over her. He was that much of a bastard, it's true.
She was perfectly clear, honestly. It's just a certain idiot human isn't thinking straight. Rather, he's thinking too straight, too innocently. Because when she mentions her mouth, he colors bright red in the face, feeling like he might pass out from the blood rushing to his cheeks.
Yet still he can't help moaning as she massages him, head tipping back as he shakes it, trying to verbalize his desires. His desperate need to be inside her.]
N...No... I want-- [He swallows again, breath growing ragged.] --to be in you...
[He feels he has to satisfy that urge of feeling her depths again, to have the drag of her muscles tug at his length, making his head spin. Even just thinking about it makes him jerk upwards, desperate.]
vanijean porn star au would be iNSANE... hate each other when not in front of camera but...
[ physical chemistry so good it rewired his entire thinking process. whether it was his obsession with control or something more sexual, he got what he wanted.
until jeanne turned the tables on him with a kiss to his cheek.
hearing him say such things, out loud, is different from reading it in some text. the words didn't hitch like they do now. she couldn't hear how strained the tone of his voice got. she couldn't hear the struggle he had with his own breath. she colors just as much as him when she asked if he wanted to come in her mouth.
without a word, she shifts onto her knees and starts stripping there in front of him. shedding piece after piece of her clothing until she's in nothing but her chemise. even her underwear landing somewhere on the floor. ]
Y-you want to... inside me... ?
[ the squeeze. the warmth. the tightness he mentioned, recorded on her cracked screen to read later. this is what he was thinking about when he said he wanted to. ]
Vanitas... pretty soon, I... might not let you come anywhere else.
omg yeah alskdjf slowly warming up to each other...
[He can only hope that she did, too, that he wasn't a total bastard and didn't coerce her into something she didn't desire.
Or at least that she, too, has grown to enjoy their time together. He knows he certainly has, terrible as he is at saying as much.
She can probably also feel him throbbing between her legs as his blood pumps through his veins, warming every part of his body to an inexplicable degree. With his shirt open, he at least feels slightly cooler, yet still far too hot. And yet he wants to be immersed in even hotter depths...
So he watches her with bated breath as each piece of her outfit leaves her body, revealing more to him, until she's barely covered at all. Only then does he slide his hands up under her chemise, encouraging her to rid herself of it, too, so that he might get at her breasts. He likes those.]
Uh huh...
[Hearing that she won't allow him to release in any other way makes him shudder and hurry to undo his pants completely so he can wiggle out of them.]
T-Then... let's...
[He trails off, letting his pulsing length speak for him as it bumps against the inside of her thigh.]
accidentally imagines his face while in a scene with someone else... says his name...OOPS.
[ when it came to vanitas, jeanne never did anything she didn't desire. she was not quiet about her dislike of him. even their arrangement drinking only his blood to take the edge off her bloodlust was... convenient. even if it meant she owed vanitas.
she did grow to enjoy their time. it started with their first date. much to her agitation in the beginning.
his hands are a little cold against her blistering hot skin and she trembles, exhaling roughly. she's not particularly ashamed of her body or proud of it. it's a tool, really. first, for war. for protection. for pleasure, now. his. she prefers that. this. with his urging, she pulls the thin slip off her body and drops that off with the rest of her clothes.
leaving her naked, chest heaving, looking down the length of her body. he doesn't need to say anything else. 'let's' is all it takes for jeanne to adjust herself over him, the only sound her quick intakes of breath echoing in her ears, and then she sinks her hips down.
as he slides into her, the room fills with the sound of her broken moaning. ]
Vani...tas...
makes him preen and cover his face at the same time lolol
[He certainly manipulated her into being dependent upon him, but maybe in his own twisted way that was a kindness? It's always been tough to tell where his selfishness ends and his charity begins.
Yet once she kissed him on the cheek that time in the flower meadow, he was smitten with her. That was the end of his control over her.
That he can so easily make her shudder like this fills him with a quiet glee, even as his expression remains reddened and flustered. He also can't get over the way she so easily complies with his desire to touch her more. That she wants him to feel over her body.
So he does just that, hands roaming up to feel along her sides, over her breasts, then down her stomach to her thighs, where he grips her lightly as she positions herself astride him. Hers isn't the only breath hitching; his too catches before escaping in a needy moan as her wet warmth surrounds him. Unable to stay still, he bucks up those last couple of inches, head tipping backwards.]
[ breath harsh, she sits there on his hips without moving. although love was far beyond her expectations, sex seemed more attainable. not that she ever did it. who would? with a bourreau?
just vanitas. for the third (or fourth. who's counting?) time.
ever since their first, she thought about what he blabbed about in the alley. about their chemistry. how good it felt for him when she drank his blood. divine, he called it. this feels something like that. so good it might be a sin. everything about it. yes, even vanitas feeling over her body.
maybe especially that.
on top of him, she smiles like a milk-drunk cat and leans down, nosing against his pulse before kissing at a spot behind his ear. ]
Like that. [ what she mentioned before. the way he trips over her name in pleasure. ] I like how you say my name like that, Vanitas...
[At the same time, he gasps and pants as the sensations overwhelm him. Perhaps this could even be said to be a form of love, something he's more able to adequately express without fear and self-loathing bleeding too deeply into the mix.
He's silently grateful that none dared to take Jeanne for themselves, even if she would have deserved such affection. Because he's selfish. Greedy, as always.
He too always thinks back to his words then, wondering if that was his way of trying to woo her into more. Probably not, but... he's not regretting even a moment of this. No, he can't help reveling in it instead, hands roaming to take in every wonderful aspect of her physique.
Feeling her breath upon his skin, he shivers, silently hoping that at some point during their coitus she'll grace him with a bite; that always sends him into the throes of ecstasy. His fingers dig into her flesh, mindful of the claws on his gloves.]
T..Then I'll say it as many times as you want, Jeanne... [It's easy enough to do, and it makes him shiver pleasantly to say. Just like he enjoys her saying his name, even if it's not really his own.]
[ physical love. yes, it most certainly is easier to express it this way. for jeanne, it's a bit like fighting. far more enjoyable. much, much more enjoyable. if only because her "opponent" is vanitas, gasping and panting beneath her. he feels - they feel warm. together. ]
V-Vanita...s...
[ she's only ever been good with using her body. it's almost like she's right at home on top of him. if it werent for the fact that she's trembling and flushed all over, gasping and panting as much. they can tell each other "I love you, I love you" with every rock of her hips. with every clench of her body on him. with every moan of her name or their bare fingers digging into -
she leans back from his throat, hands braced against the bed beneath them. when she speaks, it's winded. so much more winded than when she first showed up at the window. but she can speak.
[It's likely the same for Vanitas: instinctual and reactive. Trained into him, in a way. But yes, definitely much more enjoyable than getting beat up or slashed at or burnt. All those are sensations that remind him of Moreau's experiments, whereas this... this is pleasurable. Wonderful, even. A blissful piece of heaven as their bodies rock, slotted together perfectly.]
Jeanne...
[If anyone was made for one another, it's them, he thinks. So he clutches at her, steadily arching up again and again as she squeeze him, making his vision swim with pleasure, going in and out of focus until she's leaning back to regard him. Then his hazy eyes fix on her, curious, as he pants heavily. He's already so far gone from their antics on the phone, it's a struggle to maintain his composure now.
Words elude him momentarily at the question, but he glances at his hands, clenching them into fists as his brows furrow. Then he's silent for a different reason, until forcing himself to speak quietly, breathlessly.]
Didn't wanna see it...
[His mark. The one that's spreading. He's always afraid of looking at it, in case it's made its way further up his arm.]
[ letting go of her tightly held control was never so satisfying. even drinking his blood is a different kind of gratification compared to this. and, like she told him before, this is a vastly better impulse.
what makes it better is how he looks, splayed out on his back. plainly enjoying himself. this is the vanitas she's grown to love. just a little vulnerable around her. looking flustered and needy. unable to manage whatever sounds slip out of him, too. uttering her name through his parted lips in not much more than a whisper. eyes soft and pupils wide.
hers dart to the mark on his neck that she left. the simple but blooming red rose and she swallows hard against nothing. leaving his right glove alone, she goes for the left. it's lifted from her hip and up to her face where she nuzzles into his palm.
without the movement, it's easy to tell that his heart is beating wildly. not just by sound but feel. he pulses powerfully inside her, stealing the air from her lungs. before, they didn't spend much time savoring what it was like. how it felt for him to be inside. what it's like to be made for another person. for a little longer, she presses her face into his hand and even kisses the center. ]
I... want to feel your bare fingers on me. May I remove them?
[Truthfully, he would have a hard time choosing between sex and having his blood drunk. Both are so alluring, so gratifying in an intimate manner...
He knows which he'd choose if given an ultimatum, however. Sex, if only because it seems to bring Jeanne such joy, too. He may be selfish in most things, but he loves watching her cheeks become flushed, knows she hates the impulse to consume blood. So this would be the better alternative for them both. Besides, it feels amazing.
As she takes his hand in her own and brings it to her face, his own flushes deeply, feeling the tenderness of the gesture with unbridled delight. She knows him too well, and yet... he doesn't even know himself that well, really. Doesn't know if he can handle the fer.
At her request, he stares, blood pumping through his veins and making him heated and swollen where it counts. Enough to leave him squirming, breathless and desperate. Yet while he hesitates, he thinks, debating. Knowing it's her loving the feel of his hands... makes it bearable. So he nods, exhaling slowly.]
...okay. If you want... If it's you... I don't mind so much.
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I'M CRYIN
Which shouldn't be surprising given all the "I love you"s he's spouted, and yet. And yet...
He can barely stand to admit as much to her without nearly wanting to bury his face in the pillow beside his head.
So instead he simply rubs his cheek against the mattress, sigh wistfully.
Until he gets her message.
At which point he glances behind him and nearly falls out of bed.]
Wha--! Jeanne?! You're here??
[That was fast!!]
IM FARTINKLDJGLKdg NO IM DONE
NOT TO TAKE TOO LONG!!!
here she is, still flushed from the top of her head and across her cheeks. still out of breath from not only moving as fast as she possibly could but from what they were talking about. she's a fraction away from whining at him to open the window.
instead, she stares blankly. ]
Wha - wh - was I not supposed to be?! Y-you said...!
[ HELP. LET HER IN. ]
ASDLFKJ HAHA PLZ
Thankfully Vanitas is not that cruel, even if he is a dumbass. So he hurries over to open the window, then steps back to give her space to enter. His own face is beet red and he gazes at her with wide, bewildered eyes, like he can hardly believe his words had this effect.]
N-No, it's fine... I just-- I mean...
[Suddenly bashful and even a touch ashamed, he hurries back to the bed to put his phone away. ...and then he proceeds to start putting away his discarded clothes. Hanging up his vest and draping his ribbons over the back of the chair. Seemingly ignoring her??
But no-- he keeps stealing shy little glances at her.]
chokes him lovingly
she is cautious about entering, too. though something in her is screaming to do her usual. pin him to the wall or throw him on the bed or even shove him into that nearby chair. it's tempting. he's defenseless when his back is turned to her.
while he's busy scuffling about, she fumbles for her phone and pulls it out to reread the text. h-he said it, right? when she finds the right message, she lifts her phone and shows off the text.
look at that. a crack in her screen. that's new. ]
W-was I maybe too forward? Too pushy? Or demanding? Is that why?
watches him moan like a wanton wonton
He either doesn't notice her hesitation, or perhaps more likely, he's just too flustered to address it outright. She probably would have better luck simply tackling him into the bed or forcing him into the wall, as per usual. He responds so well to such forceful tactics, after all.
But once confronted with his own words, he stops in his tracks, burying his face in his hands with a quiet moan that's half needy, half exasperated. At himself, of course.]
N-No...! It's nothing like that. I'm just...
[Seeing the crack in her screen, he has to find the words to properly express his feelings. It takes him a few moments, though, and the sound of him swallowing is audible.]
I'm really glad you're here...
[He's also glad he's wearing dark pants that help hide his arousal.]
give me the whimpers
when he does, with something so so sweet, her phone lowers from where she clutches it to her chest. there is the issue of her ALSO being incredibly aroused, although far less obvious, but some of the tension drains from her shoulders. ]
Vanitas... [ ah - ] No. Macaron...
[ saying it in person makes her heart flutter and she smiles shyly. very different from the jeanne telling him not to cum without her. setting her phone aside, she opens up her arms to him and waits. ]
whimper simper haha
...okay, maybe he still sucks at it. But at least he got the words out? That's something, anyways.
Hearing her call him that pet name in person has his blush creeping up his cheeks again, coloring the tips of his ears red.]
J-Jeanne... Do you wanna...
[Then she's offering him a place of warmth and comfort, and before he knows it, he finds himself stumbling into her grasp, nuzzling his face against her neck with happy sigh.]
vanitas the whimper simper
the medicine is still working. for now.
if what he wants is something else? a repeat of beautiful moans and addictive whimpers. of warm, wet, tight flesh squeezing with an inhale. of clenched teeth and glistening skin? the answer is also yes for that. ]
I came here for you and what you need. [ because he said he missed her.
and she wouldn't be here if she didn't want it, too. he doesn't need to worry. ]
What do you want to do?
that's it, that's him
He feels so cared for with her saying that, with her actually caring about his needs, unlike damn near everyone else. Even NoΓ© has that selfish streak in him, just like Vanitas himself does. He doesn't deserve her, really.
But...
He wants her. Badly. So he nips at her neck, arms hugging her tight around the waist as he slowly backs them up towards the bed.]
I want... [Another bite, followed by a kiss.] ...to have sex...
[He's too bashful to say "make love." Or maybe it's because it has the L-word in it. Probably that, actually.]
kin of the blue moon no more, just whimper simper
that's a later problem.
her current problem that isn't actually a problem is the teeth at her throat. that one tiny, sharper canine scraping at her pulse. they make her feet unsteady as she follows his lead toward the bed.
he tells her what he wants and it gets her blood pumping. her face reddening. the insistent ache between her thighs coming back as strong as before, reminding her it's still there. ]
That's right. You said... you wanted to cum...
[ it's practically a purr in her throat as grabs a button and unclasps it on his shirt. ]
lbr he would probably eat it up haha
Either way, he's all too eager to bump them into the bed, where he stumbles and sits down with a gasp, eyes fixing upon her with an unfocused stare as he marvels at just how beautiful she is for the umpteenth time.
His own length is throbbing hard and insistently, making him squirm in place again.]
Y-Yeah... Please...
[Ducking his head, he watches her hands at work, his own trembling slightly in anticipation. Yet he still moves to unbutton his pants, easing some of the pressure on his length to the point he sighs with regret and relief.]
decides to just flaunt it lmao
however, his plea gives her pause. just the other night they were together, but it sounds as though he's just like her in this. by the next day, she wants him again. hell, within the hour she wants him but she has to return to luca's side.
one day. one day, she will really make a mistake because of him. but she doesn't mind so much anymore. he said together. theirs. our. ]
Where...? Do you want to...?
[ she crawls into his lap, dropping her hand to skate her palm along his thigh and toward his hip. ]
he would lolol
It may not have been long since they last slept together, but it's still this unbearable urge to consummate their affection for one another. Or maybe he's just a horny ass teenager in need of a good fucking. Who can really say? He sure can't, not when she's so close, smells so good, and feels even better.
Perhaps she'll be the death of him, it's true, but again - he won't mind because it's her.]
Here... I-If you want...
[He shudders at her touch, twisting around to swing his legs up onto the bed so he can lay down with her atop him, hands moving to grasp her by the hips. He kneads at her soft flesh and squirms about, trying to get more friction where it counts.]
new stage name
it takes her a moment, but she smiles faintly with her cheeks starting to glow hot. maybe she wasn't clear enough. either way, she follows him onto the bed and continues to glide her hand up higher. more towards the middle. rubbing her hand where he wants that friction the most as she tries not to grind at the empty air, too.
already so hard, too. how long has he been like this? ]
I meant where... o-on me. In my mouth again?
[ not what she wants. what he wants. ]
Or somewhere else?
porn star name hahasdlkfj
Or maybe he was just reveling in the control he had over her. He was that much of a bastard, it's true.
She was perfectly clear, honestly. It's just a certain idiot human isn't thinking straight. Rather, he's thinking too straight, too innocently. Because when she mentions her mouth, he colors bright red in the face, feeling like he might pass out from the blood rushing to his cheeks.
Yet still he can't help moaning as she massages him, head tipping back as he shakes it, trying to verbalize his desires. His desperate need to be inside her.]
N...No... I want-- [He swallows again, breath growing ragged.] --to be in you...
[He feels he has to satisfy that urge of feeling her depths again, to have the drag of her muscles tug at his length, making his head spin. Even just thinking about it makes him jerk upwards, desperate.]
vanijean porn star au would be iNSANE... hate each other when not in front of camera but...
until jeanne turned the tables on him with a kiss to his cheek.
hearing him say such things, out loud, is different from reading it in some text. the words didn't hitch like they do now. she couldn't hear how strained the tone of his voice got. she couldn't hear the struggle he had with his own breath. she colors just as much as him when she asked if he wanted to come in her mouth.
without a word, she shifts onto her knees and starts stripping there in front of him. shedding piece after piece of her clothing until she's in nothing but her chemise. even her underwear landing somewhere on the floor. ]
Y-you want to... inside me... ?
[ the squeeze. the warmth. the tightness he mentioned, recorded on her cracked screen to read later. this is what he was thinking about when he said he wanted to. ]
Vanitas... pretty soon, I... might not let you come anywhere else.
omg yeah alskdjf slowly warming up to each other...
Or at least that she, too, has grown to enjoy their time together. He knows he certainly has, terrible as he is at saying as much.
She can probably also feel him throbbing between her legs as his blood pumps through his veins, warming every part of his body to an inexplicable degree. With his shirt open, he at least feels slightly cooler, yet still far too hot. And yet he wants to be immersed in even hotter depths...
So he watches her with bated breath as each piece of her outfit leaves her body, revealing more to him, until she's barely covered at all. Only then does he slide his hands up under her chemise, encouraging her to rid herself of it, too, so that he might get at her breasts. He likes those.]
Uh huh...
[Hearing that she won't allow him to release in any other way makes him shudder and hurry to undo his pants completely so he can wiggle out of them.]
T-Then... let's...
[He trails off, letting his pulsing length speak for him as it bumps against the inside of her thigh.]
accidentally imagines his face while in a scene with someone else... says his name...OOPS.
she did grow to enjoy their time. it started with their first date. much to her agitation in the beginning.
his hands are a little cold against her blistering hot skin and she trembles, exhaling roughly. she's not particularly ashamed of her body or proud of it. it's a tool, really. first, for war. for protection. for pleasure, now. his. she prefers that. this. with his urging, she pulls the thin slip off her body and drops that off with the rest of her clothes.
leaving her naked, chest heaving, looking down the length of her body. he doesn't need to say anything else. 'let's' is all it takes for jeanne to adjust herself over him, the only sound her quick intakes of breath echoing in her ears, and then she sinks her hips down.
as he slides into her, the room fills with the sound of her broken moaning. ]
Vani...tas...
makes him preen and cover his face at the same time lolol
Yet once she kissed him on the cheek that time in the flower meadow, he was smitten with her. That was the end of his control over her.
That he can so easily make her shudder like this fills him with a quiet glee, even as his expression remains reddened and flustered. He also can't get over the way she so easily complies with his desire to touch her more. That she wants him to feel over her body.
So he does just that, hands roaming up to feel along her sides, over her breasts, then down her stomach to her thighs, where he grips her lightly as she positions herself astride him. Hers isn't the only breath hitching; his too catches before escaping in a needy moan as her wet warmth surrounds him. Unable to stay still, he bucks up those last couple of inches, head tipping backwards.]
F..Fuck... Jeanne...
mr. contrary!!
just vanitas. for the third (or fourth. who's counting?) time.
ever since their first, she thought about what he blabbed about in the alley. about their chemistry. how good it felt for him when she drank his blood. divine, he called it. this feels something like that. so good it might be a sin. everything about it. yes, even vanitas feeling over her body.
maybe especially that.
on top of him, she smiles like a milk-drunk cat and leans down, nosing against his pulse before kissing at a spot behind his ear. ]
Like that. [ what she mentioned before. the way he trips over her name in pleasure. ] I like how you say my name like that, Vanitas...
he's so ridiculous haha
He's silently grateful that none dared to take Jeanne for themselves, even if she would have deserved such affection. Because he's selfish. Greedy, as always.
He too always thinks back to his words then, wondering if that was his way of trying to woo her into more. Probably not, but... he's not regretting even a moment of this. No, he can't help reveling in it instead, hands roaming to take in every wonderful aspect of her physique.
Feeling her breath upon his skin, he shivers, silently hoping that at some point during their coitus she'll grace him with a bite; that always sends him into the throes of ecstasy. His fingers dig into her flesh, mindful of the claws on his gloves.]
T..Then I'll say it as many times as you want, Jeanne... [It's easy enough to do, and it makes him shiver pleasantly to say. Just like he enjoys her saying his name, even if it's not really his own.]
we love him anyway
V-Vanita...s...
[ she's only ever been good with using her body. it's almost like she's right at home on top of him. if it werent for the fact that she's trembling and flushed all over, gasping and panting as much. they can tell each other "I love you, I love you" with every rock of her hips. with every clench of her body on him. with every moan of her name or their bare fingers digging into -
she leans back from his throat, hands braced against the bed beneath them. when she speaks, it's winded. so much more winded than when she first showed up at the window. but she can speak.
she's a bit proud of that. ]
Y-you kept your gloves on?
good thing lol
Jeanne...
[If anyone was made for one another, it's them, he thinks. So he clutches at her, steadily arching up again and again as she squeeze him, making his vision swim with pleasure, going in and out of focus until she's leaning back to regard him. Then his hazy eyes fix on her, curious, as he pants heavily. He's already so far gone from their antics on the phone, it's a struggle to maintain his composure now.
Words elude him momentarily at the question, but he glances at his hands, clenching them into fists as his brows furrow. Then he's silent for a different reason, until forcing himself to speak quietly, breathlessly.]
Didn't wanna see it...
[His mark. The one that's spreading. He's always afraid of looking at it, in case it's made its way further up his arm.]
u hear that vanitas? we love u binch
what makes it better is how he looks, splayed out on his back. plainly enjoying himself. this is the vanitas she's grown to love. just a little vulnerable around her. looking flustered and needy. unable to manage whatever sounds slip out of him, too. uttering her name through his parted lips in not much more than a whisper. eyes soft and pupils wide.
hers dart to the mark on his neck that she left. the simple but blooming red rose and she swallows hard against nothing. leaving his right glove alone, she goes for the left. it's lifted from her hip and up to her face where she nuzzles into his palm.
without the movement, it's easy to tell that his heart is beating wildly. not just by sound but feel. he pulses powerfully inside her, stealing the air from her lungs. before, they didn't spend much time savoring what it was like. how it felt for him to be inside. what it's like to be made for another person. for a little longer, she presses her face into his hand and even kisses the center. ]
I... want to feel your bare fingers on me. May I remove them?
binchy binch
He knows which he'd choose if given an ultimatum, however. Sex, if only because it seems to bring Jeanne such joy, too. He may be selfish in most things, but he loves watching her cheeks become flushed, knows she hates the impulse to consume blood. So this would be the better alternative for them both. Besides, it feels amazing.
As she takes his hand in her own and brings it to her face, his own flushes deeply, feeling the tenderness of the gesture with unbridled delight. She knows him too well, and yet... he doesn't even know himself that well, really. Doesn't know if he can handle the fer.
At her request, he stares, blood pumping through his veins and making him heated and swollen where it counts. Enough to leave him squirming, breathless and desperate. Yet while he hesitates, he thinks, debating. Knowing it's her loving the feel of his hands... makes it bearable. So he nods, exhaling slowly.]
...okay. If you want... If it's you... I don't mind so much.
binche cabron
sounds french haha
es espaNOL
ooooh
mi corazon
mi too lmaoooo
lmfaolkjd
my language skills hard at work lmaooo
bruh mine too put me back in class
I never managed to learn any since I was a Troubled Child haha...
is ok u know some FRENCH now some JAPANESE and SPANISH now tooooo
I AM A MELTING POT OF LINGUISTICS MMM LINGUINI
LMFAOLKJGS LINGUINISTICS
LMAOOOO YES π
idk italian..... spaghetti... espresso LKDLKGJLKD
LMAOOO TUTTI TENEREZZA MI PREZZA IDK EITHER
TUTTI FRUTTI
HELL YEAH πππ
FRUIT SALAD
om nom nom
maybe she should've called him her lil bwuebewwy
hehe that would be so cute >w<
squishes him
pops him like a bwuebewwy
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never fails keke
it doesn't haha....
my most powerful card
works every time;;;
super effective 9999999 crit dmg
10000 NEEDLES π΅
THATS INSTA KO!!!!
MUCH LIKE COMPLIMENTING VANI
HE BLUEBERRY SCREEN OF DEATH LMAO
ASDKFJSKLD HAHA YES
THE JOKES WRITE THEMSELVES
THEY SURE DO LOL
GOSH
YEY
YEYEYEYEY
AND I SAY YAY
WHAT A WONDERFUL KIND OF DAY!!!!!!! YAY
HAHA I NEVER WATCHED IT BUT THAT SONG STILL REMAINS EMBEDDED IN MY HEAD
IT LIVES ON FOREVER IN MY MIND YEAH LOLLLL
IT'S THE EMBODIMENT OF α ( α )α
LFMAODKJG it really is omggggg
IT'S SO CRAZY LMAOOOO
do u remember those videos with that KAOMOJI OF IT JUST GOING BACK AND FORTH
I DO LMAOOO I THINK I EVEN REMEMBER THE MUSIC...
I KINDA REMEMBER???
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n88wxkGU2n0
NEW MUSIC IN MY HEAD FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE