his touch, his gasps and moans, and heck even his laugh boil her blood. but it's when his hips move up, rolling in a slow and lazy motion that her body responds physically. seeing the exposed and elegant line of his ruined throat on top of that? she flutters and pulses around him again, clenching.
this is far more indulgent. it drags the delicious friction instead of rubs her raw and senseless. she's not moaning helplessly, but little hums do escape her with every idle raise of his hips.
and the sound coming from lower, wet and messy as he pushes it out. she grasps his shoulders, nails biting crescents into his skin. ]
... What about this? [ "this" is jeanne reaching for his hands and guiding them upward, over his head, and threading her fingers with his as she keeps them hostage. she starts to match his rhythm with unhurried grinds after that, like they're both savoring their favorite meal. ]
It doesn't take much to get him squirming beneath her, eyelids partially closing as he savors the myriad of sensations emanating from all points of his body. Every time his heart beats and his pulse throbs, so too does the spots on his neck, both where she bit and fed from him, down to his loins where his cock pumps just that little bit more.
It's a gentle, languid pace that lets them relish the feel of one another without being overwhelmed by too strong twinges of pleasure or pain.
Even the dig of her nails into his skin adds to the euphoria he feels as their love-making continues on unabated, if at a more manageable pace. And when she takes his hands in hers, pinning them with such tenderness, he can't help a guttural groan, directing his hips up and against hers, meeting with sloppy, lewd noises.]
Hnngh... Jeanne... [His fingers flex between hers, and he pants softly, finally opening his eyes to gaze at her.] ...kiss me...?
jeanne's cheeks burn darker at the raw quality of his voice. at everything about him. he's maddening and instead of being frustrated, she's growing to love it as much as everything else about him. just moments ago, he was teasing her for "having the hots for him", but now look at him. saying her name the way she likes it again.
she doesn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second when he asks. the question has barely left his lips before she's leaning down, still keeping his wrists pinned over his head, and captures his mouth in a deep and hungry kiss. betraying just how much of the hots she has for him.
he's held down with a contrasting strength and tenderness. there's no cut of metal cuffs holding him down. it's jeanne, warm and loving. soft and scorching skin. inside and outside.
when she breaks it, she gasps and looks down at him with a flushed but intense gaze. ]
I was right. You're more beautiful. Look at you...
[The contrast between her hair and face is a lovely combination, one that Vanitas can't stop staring at as they gaze at each other. He knows his face must be the same: a bright red compared to his dark hair and shining blue eyes, yet he can't stop the heat he feels.
Eagerly, he lifts his head to meet her lips, a faint whimper the first noise he makes as they connect and he's treated to a voracious kiss that says more than words ever could. It's one he returns eagerly, himself, tongue probing Jeanne's mouth so they can tangle with one another, taste each other.
That he's being pinned might have set him off if it was anyone else, but her, with her gentleness and love, makes it feel comforting rather than frightening, and so he merely wiggles his fingers with delight as they kiss.
He, too, gasps for air when they part, eyes half-lidded but still bright as he flusters at her words.]
O..Only because you make me feel so good... Nobody else could ever do so.
[ her tongue traces his. tastes it with a hum. memorizes the shape and slickness of it. sweeps against his teeth and that little fang he has with a smile. and it's not long until there's mess between her lips above, just as there is below.
his lips are swollen and glistening, making her shudder. when she's with him now, his usual smug composure falls apart and she's left with a wonderfully flushed, defenseless, beautiful man that she can't get enough of.
around his wrists, her grip tightens just a little. still warm and loving as her thumbs brush against where his pulse pounds in his wrists, but possessive too. the words are like a spark to kindling. emotion surges through her chest, hot and territorial, when she merely imagines anybody with him like this. flushed, pinned, vulnerable, moaning beneath her. ]
I don't want anybody else to do it. [ there's a flicker of red in her eyes, thinking of anybody else with him like this. ] You're mine. Only mine.
[All little things which build up to leave him panting and desperate, clinging to her like she's his lifeline, which she very well may be at this point. His legs squeeze her as his hips roll up to meet hers, drawing out a sweet moan as he revels in all the erotic sensations gifted unto him.
There's no more barriers in place, no more walls keeping her out. Just Vanitas and his vulnerability, which he shows to almost no one. Only her.
His hands flex yet again, but he doesn't even try to escape, not when she feels so comfortable and moreover, safe. Even bound in this way, he doesn't feel threatened; it's more like a security blanket draped over him, making him feel protected from the world and all its dangers. Jeanne will keep him safe.
He can't even imagine what another person would be like if they were capable of granting him this pleasure. It all just comes out as Jeanne. There's none he would want to see him like this, to know him so intimately.]
Mmm... Then I guess I'll just have to let you have me, huh...? [He gazes up at her, heated in the face and chest rising and falling.] Will you... be mine, too...?
[ it's still slow, but there's more force - more intention - in the next roll of his hips up into hers. her sharp hitch of breath echoes his moan, louder than the squelch of him pushing his cum out of her and making it dribble down her thighs to stain his poor bedsheets.
his words are so sweet, but how could he not already know? she's his. if he told her to leave master luca and protect him instead, she...
well, she'd have to think about it, but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. and surely master luca would understand. he's always so understanding and so kind to her. "go. if it makes you happy, be with the one you love," he'd tell her. her hands tremble there where she's locked his wrists to the bed.
she rolls her hips down to meet his thrust, taking him a little deeper. the burn of her protective streak mixed with her need of his boxy floods her with a new inferno, and her heart races with an affection that makes her tremble. that vanitas would so give himself to her without question. without argument. a man usually so guarded and so jaded, opening his battered heart to her. ]
Yes. [ even if she didn't know it, even if she wanted to refuse it, she's been his. as soon as she bit him, that mark wasn't just claiming vanitas. ]
Ask anything of me. Demand anything of me. I'll do it. Anything.
[ killing. protecting. loving. ]
HAHA I NEVER WATCHED IT BUT THAT SONG STILL REMAINS EMBEDDED IN MY HEAD
[A mess that he, for once, doesn't mind, not when the pleasure is almost overwhelming, and he can't help tipping his head back to groan in delight as her muscles pull more cum out of his cock, causing him to stiffen up even further as they continue making love.
He's scared, though. That this will be the final time they do anything like this. That she'll be like everyone else, using him then leaving him behind, cold and alone. Even if she doesn't mean to, it's what always happens to him. He doesn't doubt that will be the end, eventually. Somehow or another.
His eyes close briefly, trying to picture how that conversation would go. Of Luca exploding with rage and fear on Jeanne's behalf. With disgust that it's Vanitas she's fallen for. Yet... Luca is a good kid. He wouldn't crush Jeanne's dreams like that. Instead, he'd probably reluctantly tell her to follow her dreams.
As she rolls her hips, his eyes snap open with a gasp, feeling the depths of her passage rub the tip of his cock. If they could do this nearly every night, then... maybe he could learn to love someone. To open himself up to another, no matter how hesitantly. because she's tearing him apart in the best way possible. Especially when she agrees.]
Jeanne... [Tears form in the corners of his eyes, yet remain unshed as he blinks them back.]
...love me. That's all I ask. Show me it's possible. That someone wants to and will...
[Even if it frightens him and makes him shiver and shudder at the thought, he still wants to accept her love, whatever she has to give him.]
[ he might mind it a little more when he has to ask amelia to wash his things. discreetly, if she would be so kind.
at the moment, that mess heightens the pleasure. the slick glide of him in and out. the friction smooth and seamless. at total odds with both their fears of being abandoned again, one way or another.
but jeanne has offered her unconditional devotion despite that fear. vanitas requests something desperate, revealing the deepest ache in his heart. an ache jeanne understands all too intimately. her heart squeezes violently in her chest at what he wants, at his naked weakness. one wrist is let go to cup his face in her palm, holding him with a type of care she didn't know she was capable of when she's only known violence and restraint. ]
I will. [ she swears to him, tone unwavering. like she swore to protect luca, she swears to love vanitas with every ounce of her being. especially if he does come to live with her in her room.
her body takes him fully as she leans down to kiss his cheek, just like she did in gévaudan. chaste and sweet, stark against how she swivels and grinds her hips into him until he's groaning and gasping again. ]
[He'll just take it down and do it himself, honestly. He's used to cleaning. ...just. Not these stains. Hahaha.....
It's a glorious feeling, her pistoning up and down upon his length, making him squirm and gasp and moan deliriously like a little whore. But if he's anyone's, he's hers.
Slowly, gently, he leans into her touch, the faintest noise escaping from his throat: a little whimper, a plea of desperate proportions despite its softness. Asking her to love him, to not leave him, to not toy with his heart if she can't manage that. To not give him hope that might be taken away.
So hearing her say she will... It makes him melt beneath her, tears finally slipping free to run down the sides of his face.] Okay...
[Between the sweet and tender kiss and the vibrant burst of pleasure that wracks him, he shudders from head to toe, moaning her name as he bucks up again to meet her, this time repeatedly as they start building up towards something more.]
[ his hips snap up to meet hers with a more earnest rhythm, and jeanne chokes on her breath. something more than the lazy and idle motion. moving to feel good. to prolong their connection just that bit longer. to not have to pull off or pull out. like being together will stop the inevitability they both believe in.
one day, they'll be left behind.
that singular word, his small and tearful "okay", nearly undoes her completely. every thrust feels more desperate now, cock dragging along her sensitive walls. more unrestrained. like he's fighting to keep her, too. rapidly, the pleasure turns sharper and hotter in her belly.
and when he says he loves her? it's stripped of the performance and shield of his teasing he used before. the words bleed from his heart and hit her like a punch to the gut. her vision blurs for a moment, vanitas' lovely face swimming in front of her. something inside her, not too far from bloodlust, roars to protect him. cherish him. prove she loves him. until he's doubtless.
to meet his ever urgent thrusts with her own, matching his rhythm, his need. her thumb strokes over a tear-streaked cheek from where she cradles his jaw. what can she do but meet his openness with her own? hold him tighter. ]
I love you, too.
[ it doesn't sound like the lovey-dovey couple that passed him by on the bridge. there's something certain and comfortable about it. like her vow of "I will." ]
[Listening to her breath catch does wonderful things to Vanitas, like making his heart clench and a pleasant shiver run up his spine. The way in which they meet each other's needs is so perfect that he can't help being overwhelmed by everything, from the sound of her voice to the squeeze of his cock, which throbs and leaks desperately as he repeatedly bucks up to slam their bodies together.
Maybe one day she'll be alone, without him, but for now, they're together, and that's all that matters.
His fingers dig into her hands, clutching tightly as if to prevent her from leaving him, to keep her close while his body undulates over and over again, chasing that high once more and trying to deliver her to the same place. To a place of love, whatever that means for each of them.
Blearily, he sees her eyes water, too, and he longs to kiss away her tears, her pain, her fears. To rid her of all suffering so that she might be free once again, a bird able to fly as high as she wants. To soar far away from anything that might hurt her.
When she brushes away his tears, he can't help smiling a bit, breathing uneven but desperate for more contact. Thus he wraps his legs around her hips, pulling her in close as they buck and grind together, heat building within his loins to match the fire inside her as well.]
Gods, Jeanne...
[It's all he can manage in the throes of pleasure, overcome with emotion as he is. Until he's finally holding her against him with his legs as heat bursts forth from his straining erection inside her, coating them both with another batch of hot, sticky fluid while he moans and whimpers plaintively.]
do u remember those videos with that KAOMOJI OF IT JUST GOING BACK AND FORTH
[ who would've thought that the man she despised with every fiber of her being would end up being the man she loved even more? not her. not even vanitas. definitely not vanitas.
jeanne's breath stutters as he bucks up harder, slamming their hips with desperate and wet sounds. every thick throb deep inside the heat of her makes her grip tighten around his wrists. the way it pulses and leaks makes her dizzy with want. how it stretches her makes her greedy. she'll never get enough, just as she told him. he doesn't have to fear her leaving unless it's death that takes her.
she flutters around him, moans brokenly, words escaping her as pleasure rips through her like a tidal wave. she wants... to devour him. keep every moan, thrust, every drop of his hot cum in her forever. ]
Vani -! Tas! [ she cries, husky and rough, stumbling through his name as he spills himself into her again. not far behind him, the filthy wet sound of him coming inside her, of him saying her name and moaning and whimpering, has her milking him for every drop. she rocks down, taking every spurt, grinding her pelvis into his until her muscles seize, too.
leaning down, she bites onto his throat. groaning into his wrecked neck and coming undone with him until both their bodies slow to stillness. ]
[Certainly not him, that's for sure. He thought he was safe from things like emotions and feelings and love. That he had successfully made her hate him with all the passion everyone else typically does. Instead, she found a piece of him to like, and thus grew to love him wholly and irrevocably.
Their bodies moving in unison serves to make his head swim deliciously with overwhelming sensations and want, the want to feel her more, to leave his mark on her, to stay like this for days, just fucking over and over again, until he's worn out and dry.
Fingers flex and wriggle, just like his body does as his orgasm wracks through him, leaving him a sobbing, shuddering mess of a broken man. Yet it's Jeanne who's keeping him held together, like a ribbon containing a gift, she keeps him whole and happy.]
J..Jea..nne... [As teeth meet flesh, he cries out, feeling himself pulse and squirt more of his hot arousal into her, aiding in the way they rut so ferally against one another over and over again, until eventually he ends up spent and exhausted, flopping back against the bed as his chest heaves with breathless pants.
Slowly, he relaxes so that his legs fall back to their sides, and his hands loosen their hold upon her, and he gently bumps his head against hers, sighing softly.]
[ he's the one accidentally revealing things to like about him. as if she could ever forget how he threw himself in front of her to take the blow from that chasseur, protecting her. protecting her! a bourreau.
he wasn't the smug and annoying vampire doctor he boasted himself to be. not deep down. that's who she's fallen for. he is kind. and soft. and broken. and as aching for connection as he is fearful of it.
giving him a physical connection like this is simple. there is nothing complicated about him shooting thick ropes of hot cum into deep into her slick, greedy cunt. his release mixes with hers until she's overflowing around him. if she knew about his desires to fill her up, over and over, she wouldn't resist. she'd welcome it. happily agree.
but adding the level of affection and love they have for each other makes it special. makes it something she will never forget.
even as he goes limp, jeanne remains seated on his lap, keeping him buried deep and savoring the messy warmth leaking out around his softening cock. she lets go of his wrists to wrap her arms around his waist, just as breathless as he is and smiling a little at his praise. ]
It was.
[ all of this is amazing if she thinks about it. ]
But I'll get better the more we practice. [ another promise. though it's more playful than her swearing to love him. no less affectionate, however. ]
[The thing is, she's always been more than bourreau to him. She's always been Jeanne first and foremost. Especially now, when they've been making love for the last few months.
Her assessment of him isn't wrong, either. Because she can see herself in him, undoubtedly. Both damaged people, hurt from suffering at the hands of others, distrustful of all but their closest people. She grants him a sanctuary, emotionally and physically. Somewhere to feel safe.
Safe enough to let his guard down completely and revel in the majesty of being vulnerable in every sense of the word, to the point he doesn't even hide the tears that slip free from the overwhelming sensations in his body and heart. Because she adores him as much as he does her.
Although he's spent, he's still grateful she doesn't remove herself from him, so they can stay together just that little bit longer, until he has to pull out. For now, however, he'll simply revel in the warmth and hug her tight around the waist, too.]
Heh... I dunno how you can get any better, but... I welcome us trying. [He smiles softly at her playfulness, tugging her down to lay by his side, still inside her.] I'd like to get better for you, too.
[ it was vanitas who granted her that asylum first. telling her she could share with him any wish she had, good or bad. if she's able to give him a place where he can feel the same, she's done her job as a lover. as someone who loves him.
a soft, airy laugh escapes her as he pulls her down beside him. only a half a moan getting caught in her throat at all the shifting on her overwrought body. there's a warm, sticky mess between their thighs. instead of being disgusted or put off by it, there's a possessive satisfaction that purrs in her chest.
claiming her as much as she claims him. jeanne curls closer, putting her thigh over his hip before she settles her head beside his. a smile still touches her lips, though her eyes are melted amber gold when she strokes her fingers through the mussed parts of his uneven hair. ]
You're already the best, Vanitas. [ to her. he is also more than welcome to try. ] But... perhaps there is a book we can read together.
[ yes, reading filthy smut novels together will surely be wholesome and she will not at all want to act out everything as soon as they read it to test it out. ]
I've heard that there is room for improvement in all things. I wonder if I can make it feel so good for you that you can't walk.
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THE JOKES WRITE THEMSELVES
his touch, his gasps and moans, and heck even his laugh boil her blood. but it's when his hips move up, rolling in a slow and lazy motion that her body responds physically. seeing the exposed and elegant line of his ruined throat on top of that? she flutters and pulses around him again, clenching.
this is far more indulgent. it drags the delicious friction instead of rubs her raw and senseless. she's not moaning helplessly, but little hums do escape her with every idle raise of his hips.
and the sound coming from lower, wet and messy as he pushes it out. she grasps his shoulders, nails biting crescents into his skin. ]
... What about this? [ "this" is jeanne reaching for his hands and guiding them upward, over his head, and threading her fingers with his as she keeps them hostage. she starts to match his rhythm with unhurried grinds after that, like they're both savoring their favorite meal. ]
THEY SURE DO LOL
It doesn't take much to get him squirming beneath her, eyelids partially closing as he savors the myriad of sensations emanating from all points of his body. Every time his heart beats and his pulse throbs, so too does the spots on his neck, both where she bit and fed from him, down to his loins where his cock pumps just that little bit more.
It's a gentle, languid pace that lets them relish the feel of one another without being overwhelmed by too strong twinges of pleasure or pain.
Even the dig of her nails into his skin adds to the euphoria he feels as their love-making continues on unabated, if at a more manageable pace. And when she takes his hands in hers, pinning them with such tenderness, he can't help a guttural groan, directing his hips up and against hers, meeting with sloppy, lewd noises.]
Hnngh... Jeanne... [His fingers flex between hers, and he pants softly, finally opening his eyes to gaze at her.] ...kiss me...?
GOSH
jeanne's cheeks burn darker at the raw quality of his voice. at everything about him. he's maddening and instead of being frustrated, she's growing to love it as much as everything else about him. just moments ago, he was teasing her for "having the hots for him", but now look at him. saying her name the way she likes it again.
she doesn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second when he asks. the question has barely left his lips before she's leaning down, still keeping his wrists pinned over his head, and captures his mouth in a deep and hungry kiss. betraying just how much of the hots she has for him.
he's held down with a contrasting strength and tenderness. there's no cut of metal cuffs holding him down. it's jeanne, warm and loving. soft and scorching skin. inside and outside.
when she breaks it, she gasps and looks down at him with a flushed but intense gaze. ]
I was right. You're more beautiful. Look at you...
YEY
Eagerly, he lifts his head to meet her lips, a faint whimper the first noise he makes as they connect and he's treated to a voracious kiss that says more than words ever could. It's one he returns eagerly, himself, tongue probing Jeanne's mouth so they can tangle with one another, taste each other.
That he's being pinned might have set him off if it was anyone else, but her, with her gentleness and love, makes it feel comforting rather than frightening, and so he merely wiggles his fingers with delight as they kiss.
He, too, gasps for air when they part, eyes half-lidded but still bright as he flusters at her words.]
O..Only because you make me feel so good... Nobody else could ever do so.
YEYEYEYEY
his lips are swollen and glistening, making her shudder. when she's with him now, his usual smug composure falls apart and she's left with a wonderfully flushed, defenseless, beautiful man that she can't get enough of.
around his wrists, her grip tightens just a little. still warm and loving as her thumbs brush against where his pulse pounds in his wrists, but possessive too. the words are like a spark to kindling. emotion surges through her chest, hot and territorial, when she merely imagines anybody with him like this. flushed, pinned, vulnerable, moaning beneath her. ]
I don't want anybody else to do it. [ there's a flicker of red in her eyes, thinking of anybody else with him like this. ] You're mine. Only mine.
AND I SAY YAY
There's no more barriers in place, no more walls keeping her out. Just Vanitas and his vulnerability, which he shows to almost no one. Only her.
His hands flex yet again, but he doesn't even try to escape, not when she feels so comfortable and moreover, safe. Even bound in this way, he doesn't feel threatened; it's more like a security blanket draped over him, making him feel protected from the world and all its dangers. Jeanne will keep him safe.
He can't even imagine what another person would be like if they were capable of granting him this pleasure. It all just comes out as Jeanne. There's none he would want to see him like this, to know him so intimately.]
Mmm... Then I guess I'll just have to let you have me, huh...? [He gazes up at her, heated in the face and chest rising and falling.] Will you... be mine, too...?
WHAT A WONDERFUL KIND OF DAY!!!!!!! YAY
his words are so sweet, but how could he not already know? she's his. if he told her to leave master luca and protect him instead, she...
well, she'd have to think about it, but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. and surely master luca would understand. he's always so understanding and so kind to her. "go. if it makes you happy, be with the one you love," he'd tell her. her hands tremble there where she's locked his wrists to the bed.
she rolls her hips down to meet his thrust, taking him a little deeper. the burn of her protective streak mixed with her need of his boxy floods her with a new inferno, and her heart races with an affection that makes her tremble. that vanitas would so give himself to her without question. without argument. a man usually so guarded and so jaded, opening his battered heart to her. ]
Yes. [ even if she didn't know it, even if she wanted to refuse it, she's been his. as soon as she bit him, that mark wasn't just claiming vanitas. ]
Ask anything of me. Demand anything of me. I'll do it. Anything.
[ killing. protecting. loving. ]
HAHA I NEVER WATCHED IT BUT THAT SONG STILL REMAINS EMBEDDED IN MY HEAD
He's scared, though. That this will be the final time they do anything like this. That she'll be like everyone else, using him then leaving him behind, cold and alone. Even if she doesn't mean to, it's what always happens to him. He doesn't doubt that will be the end, eventually. Somehow or another.
His eyes close briefly, trying to picture how that conversation would go. Of Luca exploding with rage and fear on Jeanne's behalf. With disgust that it's Vanitas she's fallen for. Yet... Luca is a good kid. He wouldn't crush Jeanne's dreams like that. Instead, he'd probably reluctantly tell her to follow her dreams.
As she rolls her hips, his eyes snap open with a gasp, feeling the depths of her passage rub the tip of his cock. If they could do this nearly every night, then... maybe he could learn to love someone. To open himself up to another, no matter how hesitantly. because she's tearing him apart in the best way possible. Especially when she agrees.]
Jeanne... [Tears form in the corners of his eyes, yet remain unshed as he blinks them back.]
...love me. That's all I ask. Show me it's possible. That someone wants to and will...
[Even if it frightens him and makes him shiver and shudder at the thought, he still wants to accept her love, whatever she has to give him.]
IT LIVES ON FOREVER IN MY MIND YEAH LOLLLL
at the moment, that mess heightens the pleasure. the slick glide of him in and out. the friction smooth and seamless. at total odds with both their fears of being abandoned again, one way or another.
but jeanne has offered her unconditional devotion despite that fear. vanitas requests something desperate, revealing the deepest ache in his heart. an ache jeanne understands all too intimately. her heart squeezes violently in her chest at what he wants, at his naked weakness. one wrist is let go to cup his face in her palm, holding him with a type of care she didn't know she was capable of when she's only known violence and restraint. ]
I will. [ she swears to him, tone unwavering. like she swore to protect luca, she swears to love vanitas with every ounce of her being. especially if he does come to live with her in her room.
her body takes him fully as she leans down to kiss his cheek, just like she did in gévaudan. chaste and sweet, stark against how she swivels and grinds her hips into him until he's groaning and gasping again. ]
You are mine to love, Vanitas. And I'm yours.
IT'S THE EMBODIMENT OF ᕕ ( ᐛ )ᕗ
It's a glorious feeling, her pistoning up and down upon his length, making him squirm and gasp and moan deliriously like a little whore. But if he's anyone's, he's hers.
Slowly, gently, he leans into her touch, the faintest noise escaping from his throat: a little whimper, a plea of desperate proportions despite its softness. Asking her to love him, to not leave him, to not toy with his heart if she can't manage that. To not give him hope that might be taken away.
So hearing her say she will... It makes him melt beneath her, tears finally slipping free to run down the sides of his face.] Okay...
[Between the sweet and tender kiss and the vibrant burst of pleasure that wracks him, he shudders from head to toe, moaning her name as he bucks up again to meet her, this time repeatedly as they start building up towards something more.]
I... I love you, Jeanne...
LFMAODKJG it really is omggggg
one day, they'll be left behind.
that singular word, his small and tearful "okay", nearly undoes her completely. every thrust feels more desperate now, cock dragging along her sensitive walls. more unrestrained. like he's fighting to keep her, too. rapidly, the pleasure turns sharper and hotter in her belly.
and when he says he loves her? it's stripped of the performance and shield of his teasing he used before. the words bleed from his heart and hit her like a punch to the gut. her vision blurs for a moment, vanitas' lovely face swimming in front of her. something inside her, not too far from bloodlust, roars to protect him. cherish him. prove she loves him. until he's doubtless.
to meet his ever urgent thrusts with her own, matching his rhythm, his need. her thumb strokes over a tear-streaked cheek from where she cradles his jaw. what can she do but meet his openness with her own? hold him tighter. ]
I love you, too.
[ it doesn't sound like the lovey-dovey couple that passed him by on the bridge. there's something certain and comfortable about it. like her vow of "I will." ]
IT'S SO CRAZY LMAOOOO
Maybe one day she'll be alone, without him, but for now, they're together, and that's all that matters.
His fingers dig into her hands, clutching tightly as if to prevent her from leaving him, to keep her close while his body undulates over and over again, chasing that high once more and trying to deliver her to the same place. To a place of love, whatever that means for each of them.
Blearily, he sees her eyes water, too, and he longs to kiss away her tears, her pain, her fears. To rid her of all suffering so that she might be free once again, a bird able to fly as high as she wants. To soar far away from anything that might hurt her.
When she brushes away his tears, he can't help smiling a bit, breathing uneven but desperate for more contact. Thus he wraps his legs around her hips, pulling her in close as they buck and grind together, heat building within his loins to match the fire inside her as well.]
Gods, Jeanne...
[It's all he can manage in the throes of pleasure, overcome with emotion as he is. Until he's finally holding her against him with his legs as heat bursts forth from his straining erection inside her, coating them both with another batch of hot, sticky fluid while he moans and whimpers plaintively.]
do u remember those videos with that KAOMOJI OF IT JUST GOING BACK AND FORTH
jeanne's breath stutters as he bucks up harder, slamming their hips with desperate and wet sounds. every thick throb deep inside the heat of her makes her grip tighten around his wrists. the way it pulses and leaks makes her dizzy with want. how it stretches her makes her greedy. she'll never get enough, just as she told him. he doesn't have to fear her leaving unless it's death that takes her.
she flutters around him, moans brokenly, words escaping her as pleasure rips through her like a tidal wave. she wants... to devour him. keep every moan, thrust, every drop of his hot cum in her forever. ]
Vani -! Tas! [ she cries, husky and rough, stumbling through his name as he spills himself into her again. not far behind him, the filthy wet sound of him coming inside her, of him saying her name and moaning and whimpering, has her milking him for every drop. she rocks down, taking every spurt, grinding her pelvis into his until her muscles seize, too.
leaning down, she bites onto his throat. groaning into his wrecked neck and coming undone with him until both their bodies slow to stillness. ]
I DO LMAOOO I THINK I EVEN REMEMBER THE MUSIC...
Their bodies moving in unison serves to make his head swim deliciously with overwhelming sensations and want, the want to feel her more, to leave his mark on her, to stay like this for days, just fucking over and over again, until he's worn out and dry.
Fingers flex and wriggle, just like his body does as his orgasm wracks through him, leaving him a sobbing, shuddering mess of a broken man. Yet it's Jeanne who's keeping him held together, like a ribbon containing a gift, she keeps him whole and happy.]
J..Jea..nne... [As teeth meet flesh, he cries out, feeling himself pulse and squirt more of his hot arousal into her, aiding in the way they rut so ferally against one another over and over again, until eventually he ends up spent and exhausted, flopping back against the bed as his chest heaves with breathless pants.
Slowly, he relaxes so that his legs fall back to their sides, and his hands loosen their hold upon her, and he gently bumps his head against hers, sighing softly.]
...that was... amazing.
I KINDA REMEMBER???
he wasn't the smug and annoying vampire doctor he boasted himself to be. not deep down. that's who she's fallen for. he is kind. and soft. and broken. and as aching for connection as he is fearful of it.
giving him a physical connection like this is simple. there is nothing complicated about him shooting thick ropes of hot cum into deep into her slick, greedy cunt. his release mixes with hers until she's overflowing around him. if she knew about his desires to fill her up, over and over, she wouldn't resist. she'd welcome it. happily agree.
but adding the level of affection and love they have for each other makes it special. makes it something she will never forget.
even as he goes limp, jeanne remains seated on his lap, keeping him buried deep and savoring the messy warmth leaking out around his softening cock. she lets go of his wrists to wrap her arms around his waist, just as breathless as he is and smiling a little at his praise. ]
It was.
[ all of this is amazing if she thinks about it. ]
But I'll get better the more we practice. [ another promise. though it's more playful than her swearing to love him. no less affectionate, however. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n88wxkGU2n0
Her assessment of him isn't wrong, either. Because she can see herself in him, undoubtedly. Both damaged people, hurt from suffering at the hands of others, distrustful of all but their closest people. She grants him a sanctuary, emotionally and physically. Somewhere to feel safe.
Safe enough to let his guard down completely and revel in the majesty of being vulnerable in every sense of the word, to the point he doesn't even hide the tears that slip free from the overwhelming sensations in his body and heart. Because she adores him as much as he does her.
Although he's spent, he's still grateful she doesn't remove herself from him, so they can stay together just that little bit longer, until he has to pull out. For now, however, he'll simply revel in the warmth and hug her tight around the waist, too.]
Heh... I dunno how you can get any better, but... I welcome us trying. [He smiles softly at her playfulness, tugging her down to lay by his side, still inside her.] I'd like to get better for you, too.
NEW MUSIC IN MY HEAD FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE
a soft, airy laugh escapes her as he pulls her down beside him. only a half a moan getting caught in her throat at all the shifting on her overwrought body. there's a warm, sticky mess between their thighs. instead of being disgusted or put off by it, there's a possessive satisfaction that purrs in her chest.
claiming her as much as she claims him. jeanne curls closer, putting her thigh over his hip before she settles her head beside his. a smile still touches her lips, though her eyes are melted amber gold when she strokes her fingers through the mussed parts of his uneven hair. ]
You're already the best, Vanitas. [ to her. he is also more than welcome to try. ] But... perhaps there is a book we can read together.
[ yes, reading filthy smut novels together will surely be wholesome and she will not at all want to act out everything as soon as they read it to test it out. ]
I've heard that there is room for improvement in all things. I wonder if I can make it feel so good for you that you can't walk.