Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Last Night

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

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" you pull the blanket from your knees so he can clearly see your bent and spread legs, but you keep the rest covered by the blanket between them.

Vash springs back to life, pulling off his belt and throwing it aside before undoing his pants, pushing off his boots and socks. He stands in his underwear, watching over you.

"What if I have requests?" He has definitely found his footing again, an edge to his voice as his eyes burn up.

"I will fill your every desire, but first you will have to strip down completely." you smile wickedly as you gaze into his eyes.

You keep looking up even as he pushes down his underwear, only after he straightens up again do you look down to measure him and then look back.

"Spread your legs wider for me." You hear his request as he comes closer and lowers himself down. You do as he asks, your bent legs taking a wider stance.

"Good girl." His voice is husky as he touches your leg, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh, starting from the knee and moving closer to your warm and wet core. His hands stroke your skin, moving up until they pull away the blanket, letting him place his lips in the center as his hands push your thighs even further apart. His tongue explores the folds and tastes your arousal.

"Oh, fuck..." you moan as your head already falls back. He knows you well, he has his own little tricks he uses on you, every millimeter is measured and known. He could have you shaking uncontrollably within a minute, but that really isn't his style. He carefully inches you closer to your edge, waiting until your whole back is arched and moans escape your mouth. His fingers move into your cavity, pressing against your walls, giving you a whole different stimulus to focus on as he pulls his lips back.

"You like this, love?" His voice is quiet as he looks up from between your legs.

"You know-ooooh-I do.... ooh... ohhh," your moans getting louder and longer as his fingers touch you in every way that makes you gush. "Oh, Vash..."

"Your voice really is music, baby," he says, placing a few kisses on the inside of your thigh again. "So what now, darling?"

"Ah, fuck!" He keeps you hovering on the edge, the inferno burning in your core, waiting to release all the tension. "God, you make me feel soo.. ah, so good... Get me there."

"Where?" his kisses getting closer to his fingers again.

"Make me come, Red, oooh." you can't arch any further, your legs spread as wide as they go. "Please!"

His tongue goes back to the swollen bundle of nerves, his digits still pleasuring you from the inside, and it only takes him a few pressured and skillful licks to have you reaching your limits. He feels you contract against his skin, your lungs letting out a loud moan sounding like his name. The mess you have already made amuses him as he gives you a few more teasing touches and feels you twitch under his fingers.

"You really are a demon." You breathe heavily, your head still falling backwards.

He ignores your comment as he moves up your body, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your stomach and breasts to your neck until your back is pressed onto the mattress. Vash reaches over to turn off the radio, conveying the latest news.

"I only want to hear you," his lips say by your ear, and you feel him against you, his tip touching your wetness. You try reaching out for it, but now it's Vash taking your hands and pinning them both with his prosthetic above your head. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and it takes you by surprise.