Mesmerizing (killua x black reader)

Chapter 39

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Neither of you moved. And that was the problem.

You'd been closer before. You'd kissed him before. This shouldn't have felt so heavy—but it did.

Killua's gaze flicked to your mouth for half a second before snapping back to your eyes, like he'd caught himself thinking something dangerous.

"This is stupid," he muttered.

"Then let go," you said, not even sure you meant it.

His thumbs pressed in once, grounding—familiar. "You don't actually want me to."

The way he said it wasn't smug. It was knowing.

You exhaled slowly. "You're annoying."

"You say that but..you look like you wanna kiss me," his eyes crossing between yours, as if he was memorizing the color. That shut you up.

His grip loosened again—not releasing, just waiting. Giving you space he knew you wouldn't take.You blinked, not saying a word. Instead, you leaned forward, just enough for your lips to hover close, just enough for your breasts to press against his chest, testing.

Killua smirked, a glint in his eyes that said he wasn't going anywhere, as if he's right where he wants to be. "Hmm... finally making a move?"

You rolled your eyes, pretending annoyance, but the corner of your mouth twitched. "Shut up." He chuckled low in response, thumbs brushing circles on your hips, steady and teasing. "Or what? You'll actually do it?" he knows you won't, it'll be to sudden, too much too..initiative.

So You closed the gap. Lips pressed against his. Not rushed. Not frantic. But deliberate. Killua didn't flinch. He froze, but didn't pull away. Instead, he mirrored you, hands tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

He lightly bit your bottom lip, hands caressing up and down your waist, praying for access. Your lips part, just enough.

zooweemama

He caught it instantly. That tiny opening, that invitation. His teeth grazed mine lightly, teasing, then he bit my bottom lip softly. My chest hitched, heart hammering like it was trying to escape.

His hands slid down my sides, clumsy but deliberate, gripping and kneading just enough to make me gasp. One hand tangled in the curve of my back while the other traced down to my ass, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the press of his chest, hard and warm, against mine, the slight hitch of his breath through his teeth.

My fingers tangled in his hair, threading through silky strands as I pressed closer, trying to deepen the contact, while my hips steadily grinding against his, seeking more connection.

His lips moved over mine like a promise and a dare at the same time, teasing, biting, dragging over mine in messy, unpredictable patterns. Every press of his mouth, every brush of his tongue, made heat bloom through me. I could feel the faint scrape of his teeth, the pull of his jaw, the way his hands gripped my ass and sides like he was both holding on and letting go all at once.

A low growl rumbled from him, vibrating through his chest into mine, mixing with my breathy moans and gasps. My lips moved instinctively, molding into his, following the chaos, letting it overwhelm every thought. I pressed my forehead against his, letting our breaths mingle, tasting him, feeling him, knowing—I wanted this

Before I could react, he shifted, twisting us, and just like that, he was on top, chest pressing against mine, lips finding mine again, harder, hungrier, chaotic.

His weight pinned me, lips nipped at my jaw, teasing, biting, then pressing his lips back to mine. Every brush of his lips, every greedy tug of his hands made spike heat through me, letting out small whines against him. He leaned back and brought his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. Then moved to the hem off my shirt, quickly pulling up to reveal my black laced bra.

Our shirts were forgotten on the floor along with everything else In our lives. Killua leaned down and kissed my collar bone, planting his lips down my skin. He went down the middle of my breasts, tracing the lacing of the bra with his thumb. "May I take this off?" he whispered against my skin, eyes flashing up to meet mine for conformation.

"You may"

His fingers worked like magic as they unhooked my bra. Killua paused for a moment and stared. His eyes were supposed to be full of greed, lust, misogyny..
They held adoration. Blinked and planted a kiss upon each of my breasts, taking his time. Cherishing it.

My heart slowed, enveloping within it self as he took a nipple into his mouth, softly swirling his tongue around it while his hand massaged the other. My breath grew heavy, growing with anticipation.
Killua gazed up at me as gently bit down, I couldn't help but let out a groan.

His ears perked up, as if the noise was a reward. Killua planted another kiss on my nippled then lowered himself, down my abdomen, leaving bites and dark spots onto your skin.

His hand pulled its warmth from my breast, slipping his fingers into my waistband. Ting..

My eyes met his with confirmation, allowing him to take off my bottoms. Killua pressed his face against my inner thigh, brushing his lips against it. Thumbs tracing the edges of your panties. Ting!

He sat up on his knees, slow to drag my panties down my legs. Only staring at my face as if he was searching for something.

Once off, he leaned in and positioned himself back in between your legs, "so pretty.." he whispered against your slit. Killua licked the slit, slow, stopping at your clit. I let out a tangled moan, arching against his tongue.

Starting with long licks up, each of his hands on my thighs to keep them open. He licked around your clit, playing around it. "Fuck.." you breathed out, Killua glanced up.
Your phone rang.
"Aren't you going to answer?" He asked.

Put your ego aside and pick up