Blueberries and Oranges (Acnologia x reader) (Lemon)

Part 3: LONG LEMON AND INAPPROPRIATE SCHTUFF YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

... And then you feel his soft lips pressed onto yours. You're so tempted to wiggle around and gobble like a turkey, but... Maybe just this once, Y/N. Maybe just this once you won't ruin the moment. He pulls away and the cold drafts rush up your arms again. 

"I'll be back in a month." Acnologia turns and disappears. Yet you can't help but giggle, wondering if he turned around to hide a blush. 

Acnologia returns by his word. But this time you have a plan; you won't lose. Like last time, he kicks you into the ceiling when you charge at him. But as you fall down, you land on his shoulders. Your legs pin Acnologia's arms to his sides, while your deft fingers work speedily at his hair. All you need is 30 seconds. He finally manages to push you off, but not before... 

"YOU BRAIDED MY HAIR??? INTO PIGTAILS??? NOOOOOOO!" Finally you're the one who's cackling... Until an evil grin spreads across Acnologia's face and he starts walking forward. SCOOCH! BACK! FASTER! Your mind screams... Until a rock hard Debbie Downer of a wall meets your back. 

"Naughty girls like you deserve to be punished... Unless you'll undo it?" He bends down (ASIAN SQUAT!). You can feel his hot breath on your neck; you turn your face to the side so you won't laugh and cry at the same time. 

"N-Never..." You can smell his smirk at your loss of confidence. Acnologia's nearly burning fingers pin your wrists to the wall. Moments later, they burn with magic chains. Acnologia notices your slight gasp. 

"Don't like magic?" 

"N-No, I've never been able to use i-it. Magic c-reates an unfair advantage in the world... Those who use it have all the power." 

"All of it, huh." No no no no no. Now he's getting ideas... But a little part of you kind of wants that. Acnologia turns your head to face him and he kisses you. You refuse him entrance-

"GASP!" His warm hands are planted on your hips. Then his tongue wins, and snorts of color erase the first words in your mind. 

"WHO WEARS NORTH FACE COATS IN THE MIDDLE OF SPRING???" 

"Me, you idiot." He unzips it and tosses it aside. Acnologia's fingers slide under your shirt and trace your spine, pressing into grooves and breezing across knobs. You arch your back and try not to gasp, but it comes out as a low moan into his pleased ear. 

"Just... Take it off... Already!" He smirks. 

"Only if you say the MAGIC word." You moan once again in sweet agony. 

"P-pl-" 

"I can't HEAR you..." Your fists and your pride clench together, drawing blood. Another current of touch arches your back again, your body breathing into his lips. The kiss is such a reassurance, yet also such a trap. With one final gasp... 

"O MOST RADICAL ACNOLOGIA PLEASE!" He finally lifts your shirt through the magic chains (They only don't allow you through) and throws it away. 

"You don't wear a bra?" 

"No. That's why I wear a North Face coat. It hides everything." (Cue advertisement wink). Your hands itch to pull off his cape. Acnologia notices and his lips caress your palms. They flatten against the wall in frustration. He pulls away and takes off his cape, but not before tearing off a strip and tying it around your eyes. 

"Acnologia..." 

"What IS the problem, my dear Y/N?" But before you can answer, Acnologia takes a deep breath and gently places his mouth on your breast. Your hips buck, but he simply grabs your chained hands with his free ones. His hips press down on your thighs. The air pressure builds and his lips give way to cool wind between both of you. You think he's almost done, but his lips slam onto you again, drowning out all of the bruises from your fights. He repeats with the other breast.