trailblazer & traveler || hsr & gi ✓

showers aren't helping (or maybe they are?) | sunday x female!reader

warnings | smut

"Feels good?"

Sunday was always a man (halovian) who was always well presented. His clothes never wrinkled. His easy smile and mask never wavered. He always had the upper hand.

"Mmm, yes."

But in the secluded moments he shared with you, he always let his guard down, and showering together was one of those times.

Your naked body was gently pressed up against his chest. Your breasts, pushed up against him as your fingers, lathered in soap, smoothed over his wings.

(I imagine that the piercings in his wings work like ear piercings, so I think he would take them off when he showers, right? Anyway-)

Your fingers worked delicately into his feathers, smoothing them over and making sure that they were clean while also not tugging on them or accidentally ripping any feathers out. You were always the caring type. You would never forgive yourself if you hurt Sunday, even if it was on accident.

"I'm not pulling on them too rough, am i?"

Your voice was soft as you leant into him more, the water soaking your back as he held you close to him.

"Y- you're doing so well."

Sunday doesn't stutter, but work him just right and then you could get him to sing any tune you want.

"Am I?"

You stopped your ministrations on his wings as you let your hands tangle into his disheveled, soaked hair. Your body leaning up on your tippy toes as your wet sex sliding against his hardening shaft.

"Y- you," his lips trembled as you pulled him closer, your lips chasing for his own as you captured him into a kiss. The shower steam covered you both as the water hugged you tightly making it easier for you both to slowly grind against each other.

A fiery heat erupted below you, you could feel it course through you as Sunday's bulbous tip would catch against your aching folds.

"S- Sunday," your moan was breathy, wanton, and full of yearning as you held him impossibly closer.

Outside of your privacy and secluded moments, Sunday always seemed so far away. So distance and calculating. You always felt like you couldn't touch him or reach him when everyone's prying eyes were trying to pick Sunday and you apart.
But here and now? You didn't have to worry. You could hold him, caress him, and love him without a care in the world. No prying eyes were here of all places. No cameras. No Family. No IPC trying to wring Sunday for an unfair deal.

It was just you. And just him.

"More- more please ah, y/n."

You obliged as you lofted one of your legs, your hands leaving his hair a mess as you instead grabbed onto his shoulders, "hold me close."

He held you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist as he helped you hook your lifted leg around his hip. The action made you both moan as his slicked up cock embedded itself into your tight hole. Your walls clenched around him at the sudden intrusion, but there wasn't an discomfort as you felt yourself mold to his throbbing, hot length.

"You, hah, are too good for me, sweet angel."

You moved one of your hands from his shoulders, your fingers lightly caressing his cheek as the water pelted you both.

"If anyone is a sweet angel, it's you, Sunday."

At your words, you could feel how he gripped your waist. His hips picking a slow and steady pace as he rutted into you, "throwing my words back at me?"

"Never, just telling the truth."

You tried to steady your words, but it was hard with hie Sunday was reaching so deep within you. Your focus was slipping.
You could feel his grin when he captured your lips. Hot, wet, dominating. Even if you were in control before, that wasn't the case now even as he picked up the pace and moved to hold you up against the tile wall. The cool tile being a stark contrast to the hot water and Sunday's scorching touch.

"Mmm, Ah! There, Sunday!"

You felt him hit a certain spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your walls clamped around him instantly when he hit again. He grunted the moment he felt you tighten up. His breath coming out jagged as his wings fluttered and strained.

"Sun- Sun, Sunday, I'm- I'm-"

"I know, sweet angel, hah, me too. Come with me."

It was more of a command then a request. And when you felt his movements get sloppier and how his hands came to grip your upper back as he seemed to hold onto you for dear life, you finally let yourself go. Your walls seizing against him as you wouldn't let him pull out, and feeling him gush and spurt inside you made you see a starburst of stars dancing across your vision.

You whined loudly as you chased that high, your hips pressing harshly into his as you wanted him deeper and deeper.

"You- you're too good to me," Sunday all bit whispered as he stayed within you, even as you started to relax and go limo against him.

You hummed lightly at that, your hands coming up to softly run your fingers through his hair as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

"I'll only ever be good to you, my sweet angel."