Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Towards New Horizons

Warnings: Smuttiness in the beginning up until the separator. No relevant plot so feel free to skip that part of the chapter.

So much for leaving early. The two of you lost all control, chasing pleasure from each other's bodies by any means, in any position, by doing anything necessary to coax out the release of the other in moans. Both of you getting increasingly rougher, testing each other's limits, and both of your bodies healing away any marks the other leaves by biting, grabbing, squeezing, or clawing. His fingers digging into your flesh left bruises for just a moment; they changed color as he watched. The pain stimulates both of you further. You only stop after both of you are out of breath and out of your minds from the ecstasy.

You're both covered in bodily fluids and his sweat. A shower sounds like a great idea for you to cool down the fire burning in your chests and to clean up before leaving this town. Of course you go together, deeming that the shower is big enough for two. However, the attempt to calm you and your partner is abandoned as soon as Vash sees you step under the water, the droplets wetting your hair and running down your body. He steps closer, his flesh arm curling around you under your breasts and the other moving up to wrap his fingers around your throat, not actually squeezing but pulling you backwards into him. Vash's lips land on your shoulder, leaving sloppy kisses on it as the water drenches you. You feel him lightly between your legs. One of your hands covers the one on your neck, the other looking for balance from the wall. His right hand slides down over your stomach, leaving a burning trail behind, and his fingers find your folds still dripping from before and start to gently stroke up and down before focusing on the bundle of nerves with slow but firm circles. Your eyes close as you lean more into him, his arms holding you tight. His movements become faster as your pleasure grows slowly. You feel him twitching, and it's almost like you can sense his desire.

His prosthetic moves from your throat, pushing on your upper back and forcing you to bend forward, both your hands on the wall, as he kneels down behind you to worship you. He forces your legs more apart before digging his mouth and nose into you, using his tongue and hands to make you lose yourself all over again. With your eyes shut tight, the only thing on your mind is the feeling he brings forth. He enjoys you being like this; he senses your helplessness, like you can't do anything while your fingers curl on the tile, looking for something to grab on to. It's so different from your usual stubbornness. He tastes you and himself from your past explorations, and the hunger grows. Like something unnatural taking over, both of your desires feed into each other's. He teases you to the point you can no longer hold on, and your legs nearly give out as they treble.

He feels you slumping more forward against the wall, sticking your ass up and instead of letting you recover, his hands grab your cheeks, his long fingers digging into your hips, his palms spreading you apart as he gets up behind you and pushes his lower half against yours. The water of the shower hits both of you as he grinds between your cheeks for a moment, making you gasp before inserting himself, pulling you against him in a quick motion. You have a feeling this won't stop any time soon, and you are glad about it. Both of you are eager to reveal a side of yourself that is usually kept hidden, a wild and unapologetic rough personality.

***

Once you finally do get dressed, still feeling overwhelmed and barely like yourself, head cloudy and filled with sinful thoughts, you make yourself gather up all the clothes you left drying and pack up your things. Vash suggests that you might as well get breakfast now that it has gotten too late to simply disappear. You agreed, but only if he doesn't wear the red coat, sunglasses and covers up his arm. He argues back only a little bit, and you go to the first floor, where others are getting their breakfast. Vash leads you to an empty table and sits down, smiling at you. His beaming face looks almost fake, and you aren't sure what it's hiding.