Kazuma x reader

Chapter 6 - Awakening Desires

It was late. It was a beautiful night too. But it had been a long long day at work. He wanted to keep his mind off Angela as much as he could while working, but it would still go back to her. Her face as she ran out the lounge, her face as she spoke to the children. It made him wonder what faces she would make for him. One good thing about that was it was high time everyone had a vacation.Kazuma had over-exerted himself with the reports to such an extent that even Lady Bishamon gave him a time-out. So by tomorrow, Bishamon would choose a venue and a date for it herself. He had vetoed Capypar Land already. As he entered his room, he wondered what Angela was doing. Was she taking a shower? Was she touching herself in the bath? Was she thinking of her crush in bed? He closed his eyes and pictured her in the tub, touching herself, moaning. Water droplets sticking to her entire body, hair wet and wild around her, her face wanting more in anticipating, in lust. He was getting harder. He went into the toilet and held his cock in his hand. He usually wanted to get it over with quickly. But right then, he wanted to push it for as long as he could. He imagined her under him, wanting him, asking him for more. For him to touch and hold her. His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. He had half a mind of letting it go to voice-mail, but he knew better. It was late and no one would call unless it was an emergency. Or if it was a booty call. He saw it was Angela. He didn't think twice and answered. 

Before he said anything, he heard her frantic voice, "It's not working! Kary I'm doing what you said and I've got everything ready but it isn't working! I got the shower and I tried fantasizing about him touching me but I just feel more wound up and confused and-" "Um Angela?", Kazuma said, cutting in. He heard her gasp and he smiled. "Ka-zuma?", she whispered softly, her voice unsure. It echoed while she spoke, so he knew she was definitely in the bathroom. God she sounded sexy! "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call you. I needed to speak to Old lady Kary but I must've dialed you by accident. Oh my god what did I just tell you! Please erase the last 10 seconds of this conversation-" "No. Let me help", he said. His face was red. He knew it was a risky step but he wanted to keep listening to her. "Let me help with your little lady ache.", he said, repeating himself. He heard her gasp again. "You heard.", she said, softly. "What you just said? Yes. So let me help. Take a deep breath in. Relax. And tell me what you're doing right now. What you're wearing. Everything.", he replied. He wanted to take control of the conversation, to guide her through it. "Imagine that I'm the guy who you were trying to fantasize about.", he continued, gritting his teeth. He hated that there was already someone. He wanted her to picture him, and only him. He heard her breathe. It was a heavy kind of breath. If she hung up right now, he wouldn't blame her. This conversation only had 2 possible outcomes. He waited to hear from her, and to see if he had just made a huge mistake.

"Nothing. I'm wearing absolutely nothing. I'm in the tub, my legs are apart. I have the shower head in my hand. I was-um—I was trying to- to masturbate", she said, in a whisper. "I had water gushing out of it at a good speed, aimed it at my –my -", she muttered, struggling to get the words out. He tried to picture her there, wanton with lust, but unable to fulfill herself. "Pussy. Your pussy. Go on..", he said, completing her sentence. "Yes.. I got a little..wet but I was supposed to -to put fingers inside but I can't. I just don't like how it feels. But now I feel so- so wound up, and I don't know..what to do", she said, finally, sighing. "Do you have any idea how sexy you sound and how much you have just turned me on?", he asked, sighing into the phone. He wanted her to know that he was a man. And that if they went on, he would also have invested himself in this—well whatever this was. He heard her gasp again and –moan? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'll apologize to your mate first thing tomorrow. I-" "I don't have a mate." He replied quickly. "Oh!", she exclaimed. Good, he thought. That was one less thing he needed to worry about. She didn't say anything for a while, and before he could, he heard her little voice ask, "Mm..how –hard?". He felt his face get redder. "I'm hard as a rock.", he whispered back. He hadn't realized how hoarse his voice had got. "I'm hard, and long. And just listening to you breathe, it's driving me on the edge", he continued. "Oh.. ah! When you say things.. like that." she whispered. "Turn on the shower again.", he said. He heard it come on and after a few seconds, she moaned again. "What..next, Ka-ah-zuma?", she asked, moaning a bit. "I love hearing you say my name. Imagine that it's me—no sorry, imagine it's him. The guy you like, right there in front of you. It's his fingers touching you down there, where the shower is. Playing with your little clit. And suck a finger,  and bring it to your breast. That's right", he said.. He could hear her gasp and moan as he said it. "Ah.. yes!", she moaned again. "That's right. Keep doing that. Do you want me to keep going?", he teased. "Yes! Please—", she cried out. He loved this. This power play. Even if her heart didn't belong to him, as long he could have moments like this, it was good enough for him. "That's right baby. He's touching you. He's got his hands on your breast and pussy. Slowly, teasing you. What do you want him to do next?", he asked her. He needed her to participate in this. "I want.. I want you to kiss me. And I want to kiss you back, soft at first. And then harder. And I want to-to touch you. Your skin and your face. Your back, I want to hold you tight-.", she said. He almost dropped his phone right there. She wasn't hesitating anymore. She wanted HIM. "You could put me on speaker, while you touched yourself you know?", she added. She was taking control too. "And how would I be touching myself?", he growled, gritting his teeth. He was already so horny, so hard. He wanted to run downstairs, grab her and fuck her senseless, marking her on every part of her body, owning her. "You wouldn't. I would." This time he really did drop his phone. "Kaaa—zuuu—ma", she crooned playfully. He quickly grabbed his phone and placed it by the sink, and put her on speaker. "I learnt my lesson. You're on speaker now.", he said, softly, embarrassed. "Mmmm. I'm so wet now. And warm. And I feel like something's building inside of me. Is it the same for you? Do you think of me when you touch yourself? Are you ever fully satisfied? Do you ever want more? Want me?", she whispered. Her voice just harsh, and sexy, soft and inviting. He couldn't stop himself, and began to pump himself harder "Aah.. yes! YES! You drive me insane. I want to do such despicable things to you. I want to fuck you all night and all day. I want to taste everything in and on you. Your beautiful breasts, your sweet sweet nipples. Your gorgeous pussy. I want all of it. I want to suck them, and kiss them. I'll lick them and make you scream my name over and over again. Ah Angela! You don't know how much I want this. How much I want you.", he said, gritting his teeth, his eyes tearing up a bit. He was choking a bit and pumping much faster then. "Aah.. Mmmm! I want that! I want to scream for you. Only you! I want you inside me, I want to feel your skin on me so much. Aahaaa", she cried out. Yes! He was almost at the edge. "I want to do things to you too. I want you to feel-as good as you make me.. feel. Mmmmmmmmm!", she went on. He couldn't hold back anymore. He felt the thread holding it all together twang and he came. He felt drained. But great. She was still breathing on the other end. He quickly cleaned up in silence, listening to her breathe. "Are –you there? Kazuma?", she whispered. Kazuma closed his eyes and held the phone close to his ear. "Yea. I'm still here.", he replied softly. He wanted to have her in his arms. "How does it -feel? I heard you moan, and it sounded so good. I – was that an orgasm?", her questions caught him off-guard. She was so innocent. So pure. Despite what she thought of herself, despite what was in her human diary, she really was an angel. "It felt great. Like a great release. How do you feel?", he asked back. She didn't reply for a while. He thought he heard her choke. "Good.. I guess.", her voice was shaking. Soft. Like she was holding back. He realized that the shower head wasn't running anymore. "Thank you for tonight. I- won't bother you anymore. Good night!", she said and before he could say anything more she'd hung up. He wanted to comfort her. Why was she holding back? His first time was terrifying but he was growing up, so he had time and figured out how to do it all right. Suddenly he felt a stone sink in him. She didn't know. She had no idea what it was supposed to feel like, or what she was supposed to do.