Blue Exorcist Lemons

Bon

"Would you like to take a break we've been sparring a while now." Y/N panting heavily as she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Her sports bra and shorts were drench in sweat. Her hair clung to her back and face.

Bon looked over at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You're pushing yourself too hard, Y/N. Even if you're not fighting demons, you need to take care of your body."

"I think I take excellent care of it." She said with a cheeky grin. Y/N had waist length Blue hair, purple eyes, and curves for days.

Bon's eyes trailed down her body before snapping back up to meet hers. "You do, but even the best need rest." He stepped closer, his eyes darkening slightly. "But maybe I know a way to help you unwind."

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, she had had a crush on Bon for years now, but he never seemed to notice her before. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

Bon took another step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from her face. His touch sent sparks through her body, igniting a fire she didn't know she had. "I can help you relax in ways you've never imagined," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek.

Her heart raced in her chest as she looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of a joke or mockery, but all she found was genuine desire. She swallowed hard, trying to form a coherent response, but the words stuck in her throat. Before she could say anything, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft yet firm. The kiss was like nothing she had ever felt before, filled with passion and a hint of something darker.

The world around them melted away as they lost themselves in the moment. Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with all the pent-up longing she had been hiding for so long. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves.

"I need a shower Bon I stink. " Y/N said, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. She was trying to keep things light, hoping to ease the tension that had been thickening between them like a fog.

Bon smirked, his eyes lingering on her. "I wouldn't mind getting wet with you." His voice was low and seductive, sending another shiver down her spine. He picked her up over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing and headed for the shower.

The hot water cascaded over them as they stepped into the small space, their bodies sticking together. Bon set her down gently, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation. He leaned in again, this time kissing her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She gasped, her legs feeling like jelly.

His hands found the hem of her sports bra, slowly lifting it over her head, revealing her ample breasts. He took one in his hand, gently squeezing and massaging it, while her hand went to his shorts. She felt his erection press against her stomach, and she knew that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Their kisses grew more urgent as the steam from the shower clouded around them. Bon's hand slid down to her shorts, tugging them down with a swift movement. Y/N stepped out of them, her legs trembling slightly. With a groan, Bon lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, and she bit her lip, waiting for the moment she had been dreaming of for so long. With a swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Y/N's eyes shot open, and she gasped at the sudden intrusion, the sensation overwhelming her.

The water streamed down their bodies as they moved together, the sound of their skin slapping echoing in the tiled room. His eyes locked onto hers, and she knew that she was lost in this moment. The heat between them was palpable, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pushing herself further onto him.

"You're so tight, Y/N," he groaned into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "It feels like you were made for me." His words sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she tightened around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Their rhythm grew faster, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Bon's hand slid down to her clit, and he began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. Y/N threw her head back, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as she approached climax. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm gathering in the pit of her stomach.

"Bon, I'm... I'm..." she stuttered, unable to find the words.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "I know, I can feel it," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. His thumb circled faster, and she felt the storm inside her break loose. Her body tensed, and she cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, making her legs quiver uncontrollably.

As she came down from her high, Bon kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly. He didn't stop moving, his hips pumping into her with renewed vigor. "You're mine now, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark possessiveness that sent a thrill through her.

Her eyes searched his, finding a mix of tenderness and dominance that was oddly comforting. She nodded, whispering, "Yes, I'm yours." Her body responded to his claim, her core tightening around him. Bon's grip on her tightened, his movements becoming more demanding.

The water washed away their sweat and any last veneer of innocence. Y/N felt her nails dig deeper into his skin, leaving small red marks that stood out against his flesh. He hissed but didn't stop, seemingly fueled by the pain. His fingers digging into her thigh.

Her breaths grew erratic, matching the pace of their frenzied lovemaking. Each thrust was punctuated by a guttural moan from Bon, his eyes never leaving hers. It was as if he was claiming her not just physically, but soulfully. The intensity was almost too much to handle, but she found herself craving more.

"Look at me," he demanded, his eyes dark with passion. "I want to see you come undone for me again."

Y/N's gaze locked onto his, and she felt the pressure building once more. His thumb continued its relentless circles, pushing her towards the edge. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the scream that threatened to tear from her throat. The water washed over them, a symphony of sensations that only heightened the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Bon's grip on her tightened, his eyes boring into hers as if he could read every thought, every feeling she had. He knew her body better than she did, and it terrified her how easily he could manipulate it to his will. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come again. Give it to me," he urged, his voice a dark rumble.

Y/N's body responded, her core tightening around him as she approached the peak of pleasure once more. She threw her head back, her hair plastered to her neck, and let out a scream that was equal parts pleasure and surrender. "Bon!" she cried out as she shattered, her muscles clenching around him like a vice.

Bon's own climax washed over him in a hot wave, his eyes squeezing shut as he pumped into her with a final few, desperate thrusts. He groaned, his grip on her thighs bruising as he emptied himself into her, the feeling of her inner walls milking him dry.

As their breathing began to even out, he leaned his forehead against hers, their eyes still locked. The water continued to beat down on them, the steam creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. Y/N felt a strange mix of emotions – excitement and a deep sense of belonging.

They stayed like that for a few moments before Bon pulled out gently, setting her down on wobbly legs. He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her before grabbing one for himself. His movements were methodical, as if he had done this a hundred times before, yet his gaze remained tender.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness as she looked down at her body, now marked by their passion. But when she glanced up at him, she saw no judgment, only a smoldering hunger that hadn't been fully sated. He stepped closer, wiping the water from her face with a gentle touch.