Feitan x Reader; Tangled in a Web of Spiders

Loving a Spider part 2

He pressed a quick kiss on your lips, then left you, and soon after you heard the door open and close. You gratefully stepped under the hot water, sighing happily as it washed over you. Borrowing his soap and shampoo you soon got rid of the last of the blood, enjoying the scent of sandalwood that reminded you of him. You found a towel, wiped down and then wrapped it around you before you padded out to find your dressing gown. It was right where you had left it, on the floor close to the door. You had just picked it up and were frowning at the bloodstains that covered the entire front where you had pressed against Feitan's coat when you heard Phinks's voice right outside the door.

'Where the hell have you been? And why do you look like a walking bar? Half naked? It's like five in the morning.'

'Out before. Now thirsty.'

'That thirsty? Or, never mind that...Is that a...hickey?'

'Maybe. More on her.'

'Are you saying that...'

'Yeah.'

'Good for you. Wait...is that blood in your hair? Why is there blood in your hair? What the fuck did you do?'

'Practice interrogate.'

'You did what?'

'You hear me. Foreplay. It very romantic,' you could hear the grin on Fei's voice, and it was easy to imagine the exasperated look on Phinks's face.

'Ok, whatever. I really don't want to know...'

There was some shuffling, murmuring, and then the sound of glass bottles clinking against each other.

'Phinks?'

'Yeah.'

'Thanks for stealing her, for me.'

'Sure, no problem.'

The bottles clinked together again as the door handle moved down.

'I'm happy for you, Fei. Really.' Phinks added just before the door opened and Feitan, wearing only pants, padded back inside.

One hand carried two bottles of wine by their necks, and the other held some smaller bottles tucked against his chest, and he dumped the lot on one of the tables close to the small sofa. You picked up a bottle of water and gratefully almost drained it. It did fortunately get rid of most of the lingering taste of blood in your mouth.

'You want help wash my back?' he asked, opening one wine bottle and taking it with him as he headed to the bathroom. Of course you would, so you quickly followed him, all the way back into the shower. He took a long sip from the bottle and then handed it to you. The wine was a bit sweet, but it tasted better the more you drank, and you passed the bottle between you as you happily ran soapy hands over his body, and worked the shampoo into a lather, massaging it into his hair, making sure every last drop of blood disappeared. By the time he was clean, and you both were sort of dry again, the bottle was very empty and he held it upside down over the sink just to make sure.

'You want more?'

'More wine? Or more of you?' you giggled, you were definitely a bit tipsy.

He grinned, 'Maybe both?'

Dropping both the empty bottle and his towel he reached out for you again, pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours. Now he tasted like wine and smelled like soap instead of blood and it was a welcome change. It really didn't take more than that rough kiss to reignite the fire from before, and you wrapped your arms and one leg around him, pulling him as close as possible. Just feeling him getting hard against your body made a small moan escape you, you were more than ready for him again. To be honest you didn't think you'd be able to get enough of him, not ever.

Feitan lifted your other leg around him as well, then his arms slid under your thighs and lifted you higher up, making you hold onto his shoulders as he easily carried you to the bed. He jumped up on it, then sank down on his knees, laying you down under him and you let your arms slide down his back to his hips.

He stayed down resting on his elbows, his hard chest pressing against your breasts, his lips hovering just over yours, and for a moment it was like time stopped, and there was only the two of you, tangled in this mix of raw passion and tenderness. His eyes were almost black from desire and oh, so very beautiful. Something stirred and fluttered in your chest, and you realized you could no longer deny that you loved him.

You tilted your chin to kiss him but instead he planted a hot trail of kisses along your jaw and down your throat, then slid further down, letting his tongue trail over your breasts, circling a nipple, still pink and sore from earlier, then biting it, first gently then hard enough to make you gasp.

Your legs spread wide as he settled comfortably between them, leaning over you, resting his weight on his arms, your hands dancing over his back. You were aching with want, and you could see the same longing and raw desire in his eyes, still he was waiting, unmoving. Holding back. Hesitating.

'You don't need to hold back. I don't want you to.'

'You sure?'

'I'm sure. I need to feel your strength, to feel you deep inside me. Mark me, make me yours. Anything. Just don't hold back. I want all of you. All.' your voice was barely more than a desperate whisper as you begged him to take you, no to claim you.

His face was just an inch above yours and you saw his eyes widen at your words, then the fire inside him took over, he let out a hoarse groan, and with one powerful thrust he buried his cock deep inside you. You let out a small cry as your back arched, and you felt the strain as your body took him in fully when he pushed even deeper inside you with steady hard moves that made your very core shiver with pleasure.

Fei's hands captured your arms, pinning them down close to your head, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, even as his mouth covered yours and his tongue forced your lips apart, pressing further into your mouth, muffling your moans as your body started shaking in orgasm.

He kept thrusting into you, hard, pushing your body deep into the bed with every move. You lost track of time, lost track of how many times his unrelenting, desperate pace brought you to climax, making you feel dazed and drunk not only from the wine but from lust and pleasure. His mouth finally left yours, and as your back and neck arched you moaned his name, he nibbled and sucked his way down your throat and collarbones, teeth tugging at your soft skin, hard enough to leave a string of marks.

He let go of your arms and snaked his hands under you, grasping at your shoulders, using them to pull himself even deeper inside of you, turning your body into a writhering, moaning mess under him. One of your hands tangled roughly in his still damp hair, tugging hard, as the other dug your nails into his back. The sudden mix of pain and pleasure made him gasp and groan as he buried his face in your hair, thrusting himself deep inside. The warm feeling of his release filling you to the brim sent you over the edge with him, your final orgasm squeezing every last drop of pleasure from both your bodies and you heard yourself scream his name as you pulled him closer to you.

After, he settled down next to you, head snuggled down on your breasts, one finger leisurely circling and teasing the nipple right in front of his eyes, as one of your hands gently massaged the nape of his neck. Slowly your breathing and heartbeat turned back to normal and your eyes closed, you felt so drowsy now, high on emotions, pleasure, and wine.

You felt Feitan stir and you opened your eyes again, as he lifted his head and inched higher up, so he could look you in the eyes.

'Mine now!' he stated as it was the most obvious thing, and though you somehow thought you should feel offended by the word, you didn't.

Tonight, first with blood and pain, then with passion and pleasure, he had made you his indeed. You took his hand and lifted it so you could kiss his palm, then placed it on your cheek, before you let your hand slide up his arm to his shoulder in a loose embrace. You had never felt so safe, so...right or so blatantly satisfied in your life.

'Yours,' you confirmed as you snuggled closer to him, trying to cover both of you with a blanket.

Soon after you were both asleep, bodies tangled together.