It's not even smut, but this is an unfinished thing from my old acc Fireangel02
"Hey..." Haruhi trailed off, tracing his jawline with an index finger and a thumb. Slowly, she made it to a strand of his ruby red hair, which she admired quite plainly while working her way through the strands. "Ari. Why not..." She cut herself off again as she leaned closer in order to close the place between them. Her eyes met his, wavering for just a second.
Alistair knew that there was no helping her. She was fragile like glass, easily broken and easily transparent. He never wanted their relationship to be turning out like this, but he couldn't help but indulge himself. What an awfully selfish word that was. Alistair was no angel, in both a literal and metaphorical sense. He was not unfamiliar to teases or suggestions, especially when they were as obvious as Haruhi's, and he practically reveled in that euphoria of intimacy. However, Haruhi was special. He saw a lot of himself in her and never wished for any harm to come her way like it did to him. He never wished for her to be tainted. Alistair can only dryly scold himself for his lack of self control as he moved to brush their lips together.
She was almost dizzy. They touched just a tad, just slightly, but not enough to satisfy her. In truth, she did not even want satisfaction. The guilt of perhaps using him like she did last time haunted her. How kind he had been, and how utterly horrible she was to have been demanding such things from him in such a way. She was a sinful girl who could only work to please herself. Even then, Alistair was still patient, and before she knew it, she was pursuing him almost every day. Haruhi could only dryly scold herself for her lack of self-control as she parted her lips.
"Haruhi," he whispered, running a hand through her wavy hair. "I'm sorry. I can't bring myself to ruin you." Alistair pulled away his head, bringing Haruhi's hopes along with it. He was still maintaining eye contact, however, which conflicted her.
"Ari. Ari! Alistair, please," she begged him almost instantly. The words surprised both Alistair and herself, but she couldn't stop after that. "I can't, I need to, I---" She could only stare at him, bug-eyed. "Love you. I love you. Please don't go. Nobody else cares."
Alistair could only accept her confession with the softest of sighs. What was this? Pity? Surprise? He couldn't tell. "That's not true." Alistair wasn't sure if he was answering her question or if he was answering his own, but that didn't matter anymore. He knew how this was going to play out. Even after all of his efforts to strive for a friendship, he knew deep in his heart that there is something that he will never cease to be--- a heartbreaker. Alistair ripped away his gaze from her's, which made Haruhi's expression fall.
"You can't. I don't care if you love me or not. Please let me do it! I can't be happy otherwise. Nothing makes me happy anymore. I'm a mess," Haruhi hissed. Her tone was a little more desperate now, cracking at the end, but she had no intention of letting him go again.
Quickly, with the dizzy feeling of desire running through her mind, she knocked him back and crawled on top of him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. His simple, unsurprised stare forced a whimper out of her as she realized her blunder. However, she could only rasp out a pathetic sorry.
Alistair, however calm he may be, was having as much trouble keeping himself together. One of the downsides of being an incubus is that you act mostly on your lusts, making him impulsive when he doesn't need to be. A demon couldn't refuse something right in front of their faces. Power was everything in Hell, and those who are the best of them tend not to discriminate. "Are you sure?"
Haruhi said nothing and everything with those big, brown eyes of hers. She didn't falter, and for that moment, shared a fragment of Superbia's confidence.
Alistair pulled her into the water. Gripping at the back of her head, pulling on the roots of her soft brown hair, Alistair didn't let go until he devoured all that she had to offer. He coaxed her teeth apart and slipped in his tongue, and as her breath hitched, he could only smile to himself deep within his heart. There was no greater pleasure. The warmth of her breath, the soft grunts of her voice, and the addicting taste of a woman. He never forgot it, even if their faces slipped from his memory.
Haruhi broke the kiss with a small gasp only to dive in deeper. Her cheeks burnt. The butterflies were fluttering, and in the midst of cherry petals, she saw Alistair and his flushed, beautiful face. What price would she have to pay? There were things that one shouldn't worry about on such a moment.
