Stand Off (Lemon GarouxReader)

Stand Off

Please note: story contains explicit sexual content.

The train rumbles along and you feel yourself nodding off. It's after 11pm and this is the very last train of the night, after all. It's not like you have any important deadlines, assignments, tasks, but the late nights have been getting to you and all you can think about is sprawling out naked on your sofa with a sweet iced tea, closing your eyes and dozing off into a nice, deep, black sleep.
Your chin is about to hit your chest when your station is finally announced.
You snap to attention, gather your handbag and pull up your long socks above your knees, where they're supposed to be, vowing to never wear these annoying things again. The few other people in the carriage seem to be as sleepy as you are and pay you little attention as you get up and exit the train.
It's only a five minute walk from the station to your apartment through the park. Common sense would suggest to take a more appropriate, visible, route, but what the hell, nothing's happened yet and you're so damn tired, so you set off in the usual direction.
The late June evenings are starting to get humid and the lack of a breeze makes you glad you wore a dress today. That's one nice thing about your summer job: no dress code. You found the job through the friend of a friend of a friend, working the counter of a record store. And it would be cool if anyone under 25 actually knew what a record was, but money is money. And you definitely need the money. The hours could be better, and the customers can be...interesting...to say the least but you're thankful you'll be able to hopefully make enough to cover most expenses in your upcoming second year of university. Who knew textbooks were so expensive? Daylight robbery, you curse mindlessly under your breath as you turn a corner on your familiar path.
Suddenly, your body knows something's wrong even before your mind switches on. There is a rumble under your feet. The concrete three steps ahead of you starts to crack like the top of a creme brulee, the cracks running towards you. One moment you're standing firmly planted on the ground and the next you're high up in the air. It takes you by such surprise that you start thinking, what you later realise, the stupidest thoughts. Everything seems to go in slow motion, but instead of your life flashing before your eyes you think, 'So this is what it must be like to be an astronaut.' You feel the short skirt of your dress float around you and even somehow manage to clap your hand over your mouth, panicking 'Oh God, I hope I didn't wear the see-through underwear today.' (You didn't.)
And then, time seems to come back to its usual speed and you plummet down as fast as you shot up. You brace yourself, your eyes squeezed shut, ready to land on a pile of jagged rubble but to your astonishment you seem to land in a pair of strong arms instead and you are quickly, but carefully, sat down on the grass.
You open one eye, just in case, and can make out some sort of ugly creature where you were standing a moment ago. In the extremely dim light it looks like it might be some sort of two-headed ant monster? And strutting towards it is another monster? A more human-shaped monster?
"Hehehe..behold! I am the Two-Headed" (you were right) "Killer A-" it screeches as the other monster cuts it off.
"Shut the fuck up." And lazily lands two direct hits. The Two-Headed Killer A- crumples to the ground, never to get up again.
The winning monster spits in its direction.
"Pathetic. Ruin my fucking night," and saunters towards you.
You can see that this monster, now slightly better lit and you having opened both eyes, is indeed a male human. A young, muscled, silver-haired, bleeding, disheveled male human.
He shoves his hands in his pockets like nothing's happened and walks towards you. "Come on," he jerks his chin in the direction of the park gate. "You were going that way."
"It's ok, it's fine," you say. "I literally live a three minute walk from here."
He gives you a strange sort of glare. He wasn't asking your permission.
You walk the short distance in silence, with him half a step behind you, hunched over. Reaching the gate, you begin to turn left. He keeps walking straight.
"Hey," you call out as you begin to part ways. He looks up at you, waiting for you to say your bit. As monstrous as he may seem, this youth just saved you from what could have been a very dire situation and you don't feel right just walking away. "Thanks for helping me back there." You pause, not knowing what to offer in return. "You look pretty roughed-up yourself. Do you want me to take you the emergency...?"
His yellow eyes roll. "This ain't nothing."
It doesn't look like 'ain't nothing' to you.
"Well, can I...get you something? Anything? There's a little ramen place just around the corner that's still open-" Though walking into the little ramen place around the corner with this beast seems absurd now that you picture it.
"Water."
"What?"
"Got water?"
"Yes? My apartment's just there," you point to a short building down the street. "You want to come up?"
He doesn't say anything, just turns on his heel and begins to follow you. He looks slightly younger than you, though you'd never guess with that body.
You make your way down the street together and the handful of people you come across seem to give you two a wide berth. And you don't blame them.
You unlock your door and enter the darkness of your little apartment, both of you taking off your shoes. You throw on the lights and hurriedly dim them as the glare shocks your eyes.
"Just...sit there," you point to your small couch. You're not terribly pleased about getting who knows whose blood on it but you really do owe him.
You get two large glasses out of the cupboard. You're about to call out and ask if your guest wants ice, but then decide on his behalf that, yes, he does, and chuck a handful of ice cubes in both. You fill them up and take them over to the space that passes for a living room.
You hand him his glass. He gulps it down before you can even take a sip of yours and holds it out to you.
Not impressed, you frown.
"I'm not a maid. The tap is over there."
He gets up and goes over to your sink, fills the glass again and gulps this one down just as fast. He does this two more times. You stare wide-eyed.
"Where do I put it?" he waves the glass at you.
You take a long sip from your own glass, place it down on the floor by the sofa and go over there.
"Just, give it here." You take it from him, rinse it and leave it in the sink, saving the washing for tomorrow.
Up close, some of his wounds really don't look like 'ain't nothing' to you.
"I don't know what you got yourself into but look, you should really go to emergency, or a clinic or-" your admonishments fall on deaf ears and his glare tells you this will be a pointless discussion.
"Well," your last resort, "do you at least want to have a quick shower? I'll give you some antisceptic and we can bandage some of these."
"Tch. Fine."
You show him to your tiny bathroom and hand him a clean towel. He starts to strip off right in front of you as if you're not even there. He peels off his shirt and is about to drop it on the floor.
"I'll give...this...a quick rinse," you take it from him instead, holding it gingerly.
You close the bathroom door and hear the hiss of the shower. Chucking his shirt into the washer-dryer you feel a bit ridiculous to be washing a rag. You shake your head as you press start.
You walk back into the living room, having dug out the first aid kit from some dark corner of your closet and open it to examine the contents. There are all sorts of bandages, plasters, gauze...now that you think about it, this is the first time you've cracked this thing open. There should be enough.
He comes back into the living room, jarring you out of your train of thought. He holds out his used towel to you. He cleans up quite nicely, literally and figuratively, you think to yourself as you give his hard body a once over before taking the towel. (You also notice he's put his dirty pants back on, which sort of defeats the purpose of showering but you'll hold your tongue for now.)
"Alright," you throw the towel over the back of a chair and enter nurse mode.
You prepare your antisceptic, wipes, bandages.
"This may sting a little," you smile sweetly. "Who the hell am I kidding? It's going to burn like hell. But you look like you can handle it."
And he does. Applying this stuff to some of his cuts makes your eyes water, imagining the searing pain, but he just stands there, bored.
"So, what's your name?" You try to make small talk.
And suddenly his eyes light up. Ah, you think to yourself, one of those. A guy who likes to talk about himself.
"I am Garou, the Hero Hunter!" He'd bare fangs if he had them, though, actually, from this angle...
"Is that right," you reply politely. You've seen all sorts at the record store. There's only two types of customers, those browsing out of curiosity and those...well... "Let's bandage you up."
You have to admit it, you're not an expert at this and mostly he ends up bandaging himself with you cutting appropriate lengths. Feeling slightly deflated and needing to redeem yourself you decide to apply the stick-on square gauze pads to some of his smaller injuries. You turn him around three sixty, making sure you haven't missed anything.
"Are you sure you've checked everywhere?" he asks once he's facing you again, grinning. "I mean, you never know I might be injured...a bit lower."
You stare at him, your sensibility shocked. Shocked to it's foundation. No. Just kidding. It's cute how he's trying to push your buttons. How you do love beating people at their own game.
"You're right!" you exclaim. "You definitely could be..." You look him straight in the eye as you pull at his belt and slip your hand between his legs. You wrap your hand around his cock, already well on its way to being fully erect and getting ever harder under your fingers. It feels impressive and you enjoy stroking it, your hand moving up and down.
Garou the Hero Hunter is thoroughly surprised. HE was teasing YOU and you went and turned the tables on him. This, Garou the Hero Hunter does not like. But on the other hand, he loves the feeling of your warm hand around his dick.
You keep a leisurely pace, no rush, enjoying his inner conflict.
"Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?" Your voice drips with concern. "Is it just too... intense?" You punctuate the question with a strong downward motion of your busy hand.
He punctuates his answer with a deep grunt. "You ain't finished checking yet. Keep going."
"I'm not sure what else there is to check," you say innocently as you keep moving your hand, slowly speeding up. "It feels very...healthy...to me."
"Yeah? But I think you should just make very, very sure," he replies.
"Fair enough," you agree. "Do you want me to kiss it to make it better, just in case I mean? Better be safe than sorry."
He looks down at you, calling your bluff, so you pull down his pants and start to make a slow descent to your knees. Suddenly, he catches your elbow and pulls you back up.
"Wait."
Here we go, you think, you've already won. But then: "I think it would be more effective if you took that off." He gestures vaguely at your chest.
"This?" You hook your finger in your necklace. "Alright, it's gone." You start to undo the clasp.
"No-"
"You mean these?" You play dumb and go to roll your black long socks down.
"No, those stay!" he exclaims with more enthusiasm than you anticipated. Interesting. You make a mental note.
"This," he gives the hem of your button-up dress a light tug.
"Ohhh, you mean my dress? Gotcha."
Your fingers go to the top button and you take your sweet time pushing that little thing through its hole. Then the second...
"Here," he says helpfully. There is a sound you thought you'd never hear of ten buttons hitting and rolling on the floor at the same time. Garou looks just as surprised as you at how easily that came undone.
That was your third best, but most favourite, dress and you're genuinely angry now. You wriggle out of it and drop to your knees. Then, just for good measure, because you're not bluffing, you unclasp your bra and throw it to the side. You're going to show him what's what.
You love the feeling of your breasts being bare, the warm night air enveloping them. Up close, his cock is even more impressive. You're angry at the guy, but this cock... You reach out and stroke it softly again. You thought you had seen one or two good looking dicks before, but this one... You lick its length, ending at the tip, swirl your tongue around it, slip the head into your mouth, suck on it gently. He groans quietly. He wants you to put the whole thing in but he would never say it. This encounter has become some sort of erotic stand off.
Licking its length again, you trace your fingers along his hips, his abs, his thighs, feeling the hard muscles. You swirl your tongue around it again, lick your lips and slowly slide his monstrous cock into your mouth.
You hate to admit it, but you love the feeling of it in your mouth. Its size, its warmth, its taste. You slide it in and out torturously slow, grazing it with your wet tongue, flicking the tip with it as you slide it out.
Without realising, you've sped up, wanting to taste more and more of his remarkable member. Despite yourself, your nipples harden as you continue to suck his dick and the wetness between your legs grows, seeping into your black panties.
He feels himself inside your warm, wet mouth, grunts angrily at having been had and had so well.
You can't help yourself. You slip your hand inside your underwear, and start to touch yourself, stroking your clit slowly, as you continue slipping him in and out of your mouth.
Garou opens his eyes and sees you pleasuring yourself.
"Oi!" He exclaims. "I didn't say you could do that!" He scowls. You can't possibly be taking all the control away from him.
He stops you suddenly and pushes you down on the floor, climbing on top of you. You feel his naked weight pressing down on you. His hands pin down your wrists and he kisses your neck so hungrily you're sure you're going to be covering up hickeys tomorrow morning. You spread your legs to find a better position, to avoid being completely crushed, but now you feel his solid erection rub against your pussy as he moves his kissing to the other side of your neck, down to your collarbone.
You hate to admit it, but it's rubbing you just right and you wish you weren't wearing panties. No, no! Get a hold of yourself, you're winning this game. Don't let him think he's got you...
His hands let go of your wrists and move to your breasts. He squeezes them, fondling their softness. He grins mischievously down at you as his fingers find your hardened nipples. You give him a look that says "Yes, they're hard. And?"
Garou takes up your challenge, strokes them lightly at first, then a little harder and you feel that wetness start to grow again. Involuntarily, you squeeze your thighs together almost imperceptibly, but not so imperceptibly that he doesn't notice.
A-ha.
He leans over your chest and starts to lick one of your nipples. God, you think, it's not fair. Why did he have to go for the more sensitive one straight away? You feel his tongue snake it's way from the bottom of your breast, to your nipple, all the way up to your collarbone. You don't even notice your own little content murmurs, but he happily does.
He comes back to your nipple, flicking his tongue over it slow, then fast, then slow again. Your panties feel soaked through by now. Surely he must be feeling the damp through the scanty fabric?
That's enough, you think, but just as you're about to push his head away he takes your nipple in his mouth, gives it a frisky bite so that you yelp.
"Sorry, sorry," he waves his hand at you, not sorry at all. "Here, I'll make it better," he reassures you and starts to suck on it softly and you feel your wet pussy start to pulse to the same rhythm. You were going to push his head away, but now your fingers entwine in his wild hair. You bite your lip while he can't see.
And then, for symmertry's sake, he does the same to your other nipple, sucking it until it swells under his tongue. You're too busy fighting to suppress the moans, your body tensing against his, to notice that his kisses have moved down your body, trailing your ribs, your stomach, your belly button, skirting around the waistband of your panties. He sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, almost as if he was really going to take a bite. Running his fingers down your clothed pussy, he can smell your arousing scent from here. You hear a noise between a groan and growl before he carefully pulls down your underwear. Down, down your legs, past your long socks, and off your ankles.
Garou is kneeling between your legs. It's my turn you think, getting frustrated and impatient but you catch his gaze and from the way he looks at you, you realise you have the advantage. He continues to admire your body: your hair a mess around your face, your half-closed eyes, your slightly parted lips, your breasts rising and falling with your breathlessness, your nipples glistening from his saliva, your spread legs showing your pussy shining with dripping wetness...and those long socks.
Suddenly, you almost jump out of your skin in shock. Your eyes fly open and you see that he's gotten a piece of half melted ice from the glass you had left by the couch and is running it over your pleasure-swollen clit. It feels almost...painful, but also so...sensual. He watches your reactions intently. Your body trembles and you moan freely now. There'll be time to win this yet. He glides the ice piece over your pussy as you watch him... no one's played like this with you before. You can feel the cold melted water trickling down the warm lips of your pussy. The contrasting temperature feels amazing. You start to feel that raw pulsing begin softly between your legs, close your eyes, enjoy your body's slowly building tension.
Fuck it. Watching you, Garou can't help himself anymore.
He plunges his head between your legs, his hot, slippery tongue running up your slit, savouring the taste of your skin, your wetness. Your smell and taste, so close, are driving him mad. He goes for your throbbing clit, the tip of his tongue roaming before settling into a rhythm that makes you want to grab onto something, but there's nothing on this floor to grab. The heat of his tongue after that little ice play makes you absolutely melt. If you're not careful, you might be cumming right in his face soon. But, "Mmm..." you moan, it's soo fucking good...
You realise you're getting in the danger zone now.
"Stop," you gasp and gently push his head. He either doesn't hear you or doesn't want to. You wriggle out slightly and push his forehead away with your foot.
"Stop," you repeat firmly as he obliges.
"Why?" he smirks. "Is it too much? Is it just too...intense?"
"I want to do it. Now."
"You don't need to tell me twice," he grins and goes to climb back onto you.
"No!" you shove him back, or rather he allows himself to be shoved back. "We've just bandaged you." (You use the 'we' loosely.) "I'm not having all these wounds reopen."
Now, you push him down on the floor. He looks like he's in absolute heaven, 'By all means,' his glowing eyes seem to be saying.
You climb on, straddling him. First, you just rub your soaking pussy against his rock-hard erection, covering it in your wetness. He mutters something indecent under his breath, groans as you take his cock and slowly lower yourself onto it, letting it fill you up little by little. (Can you even fit the whole thing in?)
Once it fills you fully, pressing against your slippery, warm flesh you start to move. You ride him knowing no man can resist his lover on top and as you watch him, his bruised handsome face seems to be confirming what you already knew. Your fingers dig into his built chest, carefully avoiding the bandages.
Your movements become rougher now as you lean over and nibble on his neck, running your fingers through his hair.
"Don't fucking stop," he growls and grabs onto your swinging hips.
"Why? Are you about to cum?" You whisper teasingly, triumphantly into his ear. But it's all feigned, you yourself are close cumming and try to avoid riding him in such a way that stimulates your now sensitive g spot.
Bad move, you tell yourself, as he suddenly sits up and presses you closer. You find yourself in the lotus position, your legs wrapped around him. Actually, this is fine, you think. He can't thrust into you like this, most of the movement is still yours.
You start to rock your hips, the movement slow, grinding, against him. The only thing is that you have to wrap your arms around him to keep stable, while Garou's hands are free to prowl around your body and he knows this.
He caresses your breasts, squeezes your nipples softly and suddenly you're getting much more pleasure out of this position and sigh. He continues to play with your breasts, kissing your neck while your wetness runs down his cock as you rock back and forth. You don't know when he's changed his angle but now it's hitting you just right. But you can tell by his grunts in your ear that it's also hitting him just right too. You're both so close now.
You lick his neck, stroking his back, whispering "Cum inside me," sweetly into his ear while your pussy tenses, close to exploding.
He makes a sudden movement. That's it, you think. But the movement is for you. He grabs your face and kisses you. Just...kisses you. For the first time tonight. It's so straightforward. So simple...his lips deeply on yours. He's found your weak spot. You feel yourself tremble, grind harder against him. Your pussy aches and throbs as you cum with him inside you. You moan but he holds your face, firmly pressing your lips to his and your moans roll from your tongue onto his.
Your orgasm triggers his and now you taste his groans, your arms wrapped around his hard back. A moment ago you were ready to win by any means possible but right now you just savour his strong body against yours, his pleasure in you, his breathlessness on your cheek.

You wake up naked (except for your long socks) in your bed. You don't know how you got there. You don't quite remember. The sun is high in the sky, there is an involuntary smile on your lips. Turning around, you expect to see your beautiful monster next to you, but alas, your bed is empty.
You walk around your little apartment, but there is no trace of him having been here except for your ten buttons still scattered on the living room floor... Your morning now twinged with sadness.
Your phone rings. Shit! You were supposed to be at work twenty minutes ago. And it takes you thirty five to get there.
You throw on the first t-shirt and pair of shorts you can see, rake your fingers through your hair and grab an apple off the bench as you rush out the door.
The day is uneventful.

The train rumbles along and you feel yourself nodding off. It's after 11pm and this is the very last train of the night, after all. It's not like you have any important deadlines, assignments, tasks... You exit the train, heading straight for the park. You manage to take one step past the entrance gate when a cocky voice greets you, pointing at your socks that you forgot to take off as you ran out of your apartment.
"Those stay on tonight too."
Your favourite monster has been waiting for you and you're beaming. You've been waiting for a rematch all day. You grab his hand and start to pull him down the path. This time, you'll be absolutely merciless.