Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Puzzle Pieces

Warning: There's no real plot here, it's just smut. Skip if you want.

"Hey, handsome," you say with a smile as you let the hanging carpet fall from your hand, covering the doorway. "You serving dinner?"

Vash steps closer, a wide smirk on his face, as he sees your eyes gliding over his body. He is drawn to you just like you're to him. Your hand moves to your shoulder to undo the clasp of the cloak, and it slides off your figure onto the floor and you step out of it, closer to Vash. Your arm raises slowly, expecting him to brush against your fingers, but instead his hand goes past yours. With another of his steps, you are in his reach, and he grabs hold of your harness and yanks you closer. Both your arms reflexively try to find something to grab hold of, and it just so happens to be his bare chest. At the same moment, his lips crash onto yours.

He pulls you tight against his body, your hands squeezed between your heaving chests as his hungry lips part yours. Within an instant, you are on fire, it burns with blinding light as you finally manage to throw your arm around his neck. Your hands find his soft hair and tangle into the locks, pulling him closer. You feel his desire, it calls out to you—another inferno just waiting to swallow you whole. It has been a while since either of you have let those beasts loose. The feeling is wild, and bloodthirsty; it's overwhelming in your core, everything else disappears.

Vash's hands plunge under your shirt, stroking you with firmness as far up as your harness allows them. Clearly frustrated, his hands go to the front of your pants to undo the belt and zipper. His hands travel to your ass as they push down your pants. You remove your boots without letting a single centimeter get between the two of you. This wiggling makes your pants fall down, and you shake them off before jumping into Vash's arms. Your legs wrap around him, and he pulls you up with his hands so you are supported by his hips. He holds you so effortlessly, and he turns around to take a few steps and push your back against the wall. The whole shack shakes at that. He pants through the rough kisses, his hands squeezing your ass. You pull on his hair as he moves his lips from your lips, the bruises left by his teeth healing in an instant. His licks and kisses move down your neck to your chest, until he is met by your pesky shirt again. He pushes your hips firmer between himself and the wall to lean back and undo the buckle on your straps. Your hands firmly grasp his upper arms as you watch his fingers move quickly.

"God, you're hot," you exhale, and at that second, his eyes meet yours again. An unmistakable fire burning in his blue gaze. Half a moment later, his lips are on yours again, but not before opening the straps and pushing the two sides apart, your knives clinking against the metal against your back.

You're lucky that oxygen deficiency barely affects you at all, since his body presses against yours so hard, you can hardly take a breath.

"My gorgeous Iris," you hear out of his mouth in between the kisses.

"Red..." you press out, your nails running rampant on his back, leaving long, red lines on his skin.

Finally, you push yourself off the wall, making him stagger backwards a few steps, and you release the vice like grip of your legs around his middle. As your feet hit the ground, your hands reach for his belt, and you pull him closer again, but use the momentum to turn him and switch places. Your hand gives his chest a strong push, and his back slams against the wall you were pressed against. You let your harness fall to the ground with a clatter and pull your shirt off before pressing your body against his. Vash's hands catch your face, and he suffocates you with his mouth again.

Your hands go decisively to his belt and open it with firm movements before moving on to the button and zipper. Vash's face pulls away from yours just a little, all you can see are his darkened yet enchanting eyes.