A Doe in Buck's Clothing (Louis x Reader)

15: Louis To The Rescue?

As you sprinted to the car, Louis noticed a looming gray figure about a hundred yards back. He was happy that the other lions had continued their mission, leaving only the driver.

As you flew into both the car and his arms, the dam broke and you began to whimper. He felt perverse, but the sight of it turned him on. As he stroked your mane, he uttered a few words, his hands shifting then dropping by his sides; like a blind man desperate to touch what's out of reach. "Please, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you breathed against his skin. But it was too good, too much,and the thin barrier that kept your emotions in check since Louis' departure suddenly cracked. Once again, you cried in a male's arms. It was comforting, but it was also incredibly bitter.

Louis held you tightly, determined to be the rock you needed. Once your breathing steadied, his hand snaked between you both to cup your damp cheek.

"Shh, YN, don't cry," he whispered, his own eyes dark pools of emotion boring into yours, before falling to your lush mouth. "You're safe, now. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere."

Sobbing, you lightly shook your head, still cherishing his touch. He did not know, and you couldn't explain.

Feeling words lacked effectiveness, Louis kissed you fiercely, his other arm crushed you against him as though he wanted to absorb you. He hoped you wouldn't be put-off by his raging hard-on, but there was nothing he could do about that. It swelled to life the moment you had sat together.

It took you a while to lose the passivity, but after enjoying Louis' ardor for a few minutes you felt an urge to match it. The driver's presence dimmed to a lull in the background as you found yourself fully immersed in Louis's desire.

Louis' lips feverishly moved across your cheeks, kissing stray tears before returning to your hungry mouth. He groaned when your lips hotly parted, and he felt you moving restlessly, instinctively in his lap, a slow rise-and-fall momentum that mimicked something you apparently both desperately wanted.

"Can I undress you?" he panted. "The driver wouldn't risk his life by even once looking back." The threat was realized, acknowledged and the divider in the town car was raised. It was, after all, a yakuza car.

Also panting, you quickly nodded, opting for escapism from the situation. Louis's hands made quick work of your blouse, moving about your body in a light frenzy. Cool air chilled your breasts as your bra came away. Louis's hand curled around your hip and squeezed indulgently.

"You don't mind?" he said urgently, the question more courtesy than genuine. He would die if you changed your mind now.

With a shy smile, you gave your answer by leaning back to playfully pull Louis's shirt from his shoulders.

"Oh, thank God," Louis said huskily, quickly shedding his shirt, his eyes on your pouting breasts. "Do you want a moment to breathe, before I move in for the kill?" he teased, his dark eyes alight with wicked excitement as you blushed painfully. "Come here, gorgeous," Louis purred, drawing you into a tight embrace, crushing your soft breasts to his hard chest. His lips lightly caressed your temple, then his teeth tugged your ear. He warmly muttered, his breath sensitively triggering your erogenous zone. "I have you now, my precious Chrysocyon."