Shadows of our end - KDA x Male Reader (Original)

Act 2 - 032 (L)

(Stop. There is no sexual content beyond these words. You will be tricked, and fooled, and you will have gotten excited for nothing. This story will be deleted again and never be brought up again. The End. >:D)

"Ashe..."

There is a moment of hesitation from my side. There was barely time for me to get a good grasp of both her and the situation before she sprung herself on me. Already straddling my middle she is wearing her black underwear and nothing but a shirt.

I can see the outlines of her figure through the shirt and already feel the softness of her legs and butt resting on top of my lap. She lifts her hand and brushes her long black hair backwards as if to allow me a good look at her face.

She's gorgeous, but I've gotten too used to those dark circles that almost seemed to blend with her eyeliner. But on top of all that? Her crass way of words mixed with the fact that she'd probably be every single man's dream girl.

"Hesitation? From you?" she chuckles.

"As if you knew me because I took initiative," I shake my head at her. "I... I still don't know what you want from me..."

She furrows her brow and then looks down at herself, then gestures to her half-naked body already resting on top of me. "Afraid I don't have much room to elaborate more than what I want right now."

I shake my head, "Yes, sex. But-"

"I know what you mean," she presses her finger against my lips. "Don't force anything, let go and enjoy me," She rests her hands on my shoulders and leans forward to whisper in my ear, "It only enhances the experience for the both of us, everything else will come with it, our connection will do the rest."

With a silent nod, she presses a kiss on the sides of my face, leading up from my ear to my lips where she parts my lips with her tongue. I lift myself to my behind as she rests on my lap again, her arms wrapping around my head and neck. It's a strange sensation as if I can feel her touch, her body even clearer, as if I understood what she wanted from me when she wanted it.

I run my fingers over her legs and to the straps of her underwear, and my other from her butt to up her spine. Her bra unclips easily and I catch it as it slides down from underneath the shirt she has on.

She widens her legs and rests on her knees so that she could run her finger along my erect dick and wrap her fingers around the outline in my pants. I break away from kissing her to taste her skin, and slowly lift her shirt to reveal her breasts. Her fingers run over my scalp as she guides me into her chest as if to let me enjoy her breasts.

"Your mother never gave you much attention growing up, did she?"

I break away, entertaining her question as I still grope and massage her breasts. The moment I make eye contact I can feel a shiver travel through both our bodies as she lets out a stifled moan.

"Hmmm, well... just that you seem to not be sick of breasts."

"That hardly has anything to do with them," I kiss one of her erect nipples.

"So you weren't breastfed?"

"I'd still argue that has nothing to do with me liking them."

"Obviously not," her hand slips underneath my pants, pulling them down ever so slightly so that she can grab ahold of me. "A boy with mommy issues does a lot more for me," she whispers to me, "and I'm just the unlucky girl stuck with somebody who needs all of that attention."

She wraps her fingers around my rock-hard dick. She slips her tongue into my mouth and I start sucking as I continue to massage her breasts. Her hold on me tightens ever so slightly.