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perfectdreamvoid · 6 months ago

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fever for the fire

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: semi-public sex, soft dom Cumulus, finger fucking, reader staring at Cumulus' divine cleavage, Cumulus being a little bit of a stalker, pet names

Words: 1,720

Summary: This party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

a/n: HORNY GHOULETTE HOURS ARE NOW here's the Cumulus smut I promised y'all and there's not a lot of story build up I just want to do filthy, filthy lesbian things to her. That's it that's the fic. Also era 4 ghoul outfits fucking rule.

divider by @ghuleh-recs

All at once, the party became too goddamn loud.

Someone brought an amp and Dewdrop’s guitar out and all of a sudden, they were being treated to the most horrific hell sounds from the aforementioned instrument while the offending ghoul laughed and laughed. Siblings were getting more and more animated as more and more liquor became consumed and those who hadn’t found someone to make out with were playing drinking games on the ornate mahogany table. You could feel the headache creep up your spine and start to settle at the base of your skull, so you set your punch down (what was even in this stuff?) and stepped out. After you shut the door behind you, the party became wonderfully muffled as you wandered down the cloister towards the courtyard. Finally, you had traveled enough that the chirp of crickets was the only sound filling the air, the hot day finally surrendering to a pleasantly warm summer night. You walked out a few yards onto the grass after slipping off your party shoes and luxuriated in the cool blades beneath your feet and the bliss of finally being alone.

Or so you thought.

“Hey,” the voice comes from behind you suddenly and you spin in place, cussing loudly. Reclining on a lawn chair lounge was a ghoulette with crooked smile on her lips. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, causing the riot of blonde curls that erupted from it to bounce. You could see her fangs peeking out as her smile widened.

“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, hands fidgeting in front of you as the ghoulette continued to stare. “You’re…you’re Cumulus, right?” It was an educated guess. Or rather a guess based on her beautiful curvy figure which you had observed from time to time in the library. You knew her name, but that was all.

The ghoulette makes a noise of affirmation in her throat, somewhere halfway between a giggle and a purr. It makes your stomach clench and you flex the muscles in your hands before putting them behind your back.

“Nice night,” Cumulus says in her warm voice, turning her gaze skyward. You nod and when you actually take in her figure, your throat goes dry. She’s wearing the standard ghoul uniform, but had done away with the restricting tie and had unbuttoned the black dress shirt enough to give a glorious view of her ample cleavage, framed between black suspenders. You avert your gaze a moment too late and you can see her fangs again as you flush horribly.

“Take a seat, sugar.” She pats the cushion next to her left knee and you hesitate only a moment before complying. “Party too much for you?”

You roll your shoulders and groan, very aware of how close the two of you are now.

“It’s not my scene, I got bullied into coming and then got ditched. Typical shit.”

She tuts and begins to wind one of her ringlets around a clawed finger. You try not to watch out of the corner of your eye.

“Poor thing,” she coos. “And now you’ve found me. You’re one of the librarians, right?”

You’ve never seen Cumulus before, well not without a mask that is, and you frown slightly.

“Uh yeah. How did you know that? Have we met?”

Sharp white teeth flash in the darkness and she takes her bottom lip between them while looking at you from underneath long lashes. Your cunt clenches and you’re back to balling your fists, trying desperately to smother whatever the fuck this is.

“No, we haven’t met. Not formally anyway, but I’ve seen you puttering around with the books. Pretty little thing.” Your eyes go wide and there’s that feeling again in your stomach as your eyes dart to meet hers. When she reaches out to brush the tips of her fingers against the fist at your side you nearly choke, chest heaving. Her fingers inch forward to toy with the black and red fabric of your slinky dress and you let out an exhale you know sounds so pathetically desperate but fuck she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and that was with the mask. The fuck were you supposed to do now after seeing her face?

“Do you want me, little librarian?” she asks suddenly. She’s not looking at you, but instead at the material in between her fingers. “Because I’ve wanted you. I watch, you know. I’ve seen the way you smile. The way your hair falls over your shoulders. The way you’ve gone so long, so painfully ignored by others. Tell me, would you let me have you all to myself?” Her eyes shoot upwards to meet yours again and your jaw hangs open inelegantly, mouth dry and body wanting.

“Yes.” Your voice is raw and cracked, you know you sound like these are the first words you’ve ever spoken in your life. She pulls back, practically glowing, and pats her lap.

“C’mere, baby,” she says softly and you don’t even hesitate before standing up. You inch your dress up your thighs and with a few maneuvers manage to straddle her generous hips. When you settle, she slides her hands up your thighs and you gasp at how cool her touch is.

“Air ghoul,” she says simply while caressing your legs, delighting in how the goosebumps pebble under her touch. You nod dumbly, bracing yourself on the arms of the lawn chair. You’re soaking wet, so wet you wouldn’t be surprised if you were leaving an embarrassing mark on the front of Cumulus’ black jeans but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she’s almost gleeful as her hands slide further up your thighs to grip at your hips and belly, her claws digging deliciously into your flesh. You bite back a moan at the sensation as your hips rock wantonly against her. All she has to do is lean forward ever so slightly and you’re lunging towards her to slam your mouth into hers. You’re over-eager but she’s patient, waiting for you to slow and match her pace as she languidly licks into your mouth. She makes sweet noises under you and you cant your hips again, sucking hungrily on her bottom lip. When she moves one of her hands from under your dress to pull at your hair you break the kiss with a loud moan. Cumulus smiles up at you beatifically as you continue to grind your sopping cunt onto her.

“P-please. Please Cumulus, I need you.”

She laughs at you, warm and bright, continuing to caress your scalp.

“You want me here? Right now, in the garden? Where anyone can see us? Filthy girl.”

A pitiful whine leaves your lips when you feel one of her claws toying with the waistband of your underwear. You’re starting to feel dizzy and drunk, long after the party punch has worn off. Her hand slides down between the two of you and you choke on your gasp when she pushes the gusset of your panties aside, letting her fingers brush at the heat of you. She inhales sharply through her nose and a small growl bubbles from her throat.

“So fucking wet, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You nod frantically and your grip on the arms of the lawn chair becomes painful when she slips one finger between your folds and runs the pad of it over your clit. You practically howl and she rubs at you slowly, methodically. Cumulus is breathing heavily now, clearly enjoying the mess you’re making on her hand as she slides her finger inside of you and you loudly keen. Her pace begins to gradually quicken as she adds another finger, curling both inside of you to hit that gorgeous spot that makes lights dance across your vision. She’s gasping and heaving as much as you are as she fucks into you, the noises of your slick the only sound in the darkened garden. When she slows, your eyes fly to hers to plead and she grins.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, honey. I want to see you come undone.”

Your jaw hangs open and your hips begin to rock against her stilled fingers. She’s got them curled perfectly inside you and you do as she asks, head tilting back as you use her. She’s whispering filthy things to you – that’s it love, so good for me, so fucking sweet – but you barely hear them over the sound of your own moans. Your hips and thighs burn from the effort of riding her hand and you’re about to collapse when you feel that familiar pull on your spine, moving upwards towards your chest. The sounds you’re making are lewd and you’ve probably attracted attention to your quiet garden spot but you can’t stop the jolt of your hips. When you open your eyes to look into her heated stare, you stop breathing for one beat, two beats, and then cry out sharply. She finishes the job, her fingers pistoning inside you at an impossible pace as you ride your orgasm, cunt clenching on her. Cumulus doesn’t stop when your body twitches with overstimulation, not until you mewl against her chest begging for mercy. Slowly, she removes her hand from your underwear and Satan, it’s embarrassingly wet, but she revels in it. Bringing her hand up to her mouth you see her fangs flash yet again as she wantonly licks a stripe up her palm and slips her two fingers inside her mouth. The sound she makes is enough to cause your hips to jerk against her one last time and when she pulls you in to taste yourself on her mouth you don’t object. Pressing your foreheads together she lets out a contented sound before cupping your cheeks in both her hands.

“We, uh,” the words feel heavy and slow on your tongue, “we should probably take this somewhere else.”

“Think you made enough noise to wake the dead, sweetheart, but sure. I know a place.”

When you finally disengage yourself from her and stand, the ache in your thighs and knees causes you to groan. She hops up with little effort and pulls you eagerly towards the direction of the ghoul den.

Your shoes sit forgotten in the grass.

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perfectdreamvoid · 4 years ago

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Thirst ask:

Kakashi & (fem) s/o - shower sex after a mission that almost went horribly wrong. feelings are raw, they can’t begin to find the words so sex is their way of dealing with almost losing each other.

Go wild with the sexy stuff, love your work!

hello, my dear anon! i hope you enjoy this angsty sad-ish smutty fic! it's perhaps a little different than your exact request, and for that i apologize/hope you don't mind too much. i tried to keep the spirit of the req alive, even if some of the details are slightly altered.

(also, i did not proofread this because i am tired, lol. pls forgive any small mistakes and let me know if you catch any big ones! <3)

Title: Look at Me (AO3 link here)

Summary: You and Kakashi return from a difficult mission.

Word Count: 2,551

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, hurt/comfort, rough sex, shower sex, angst, mentions of death

You had barely tugged off your sandals when you heard the shower turn on. Kakashi, regret and anger pulsing off his tense body in waves, had moved with such speed you wondered if perhaps he’d used some jutsu to quicken the process of undressing.

You sighed, deciding to allow him the time he needed to get clean and decompress while you focused on replenishing your strength with food.

The mission had been grueling from the start—an extended incursion into the mountains around Sunakagure to investigate a group of mercenaries being funded by a feudal lord in the region. Missions in Suna were always an arduous task—sand everywhere and oppressive heat while you had to ration your water—and this one was especially difficult. It was a hodgepodge of a team Lord Third had put together, a group of ninja who’d hardly worked together on a report, never mind in the field.

With the exception of you and Kakashi, everyone had been a chunin vying for a promotion.

They were eager to prove themselves, perhaps to the point of recklessness.

And that’s how one of them had wound up dead, with another currently unresponsive in a hospital bed, chakra network damaged possibly beyond repair.

Kakashi had insisted on carrying the injured girl on his back the entire return trip to Konoha. And, despite the Sandaime’s protests, he’d also delivered the hitai-ate of the fallen shinobi to the boy’s mother.

You’d stood behind him, stoic and impassive even as the woman wailed, collapsing against the Copy Ninja after hitting him mindlessly with half-closed fists.

And he’d taken it. Listened to her as she cursed the Hatake name, held her carefully upright even as she spit on him.

Kakashi Hatake was a man who understood loss better than anyone you knew, and he’d allowed the fallen boy’s mother the space to hate and grieve that no one had ever afforded him in the wake of his own losses. When the woman had finally dismissed him—you weren’t entirely sure she’d even noticed your presence—you reached for Kakashi’s arm as he brushed by. All you wanted was to rest your hand on his forearm, squeeze it gently just for a second to let him know you were there.

But he’d shrugged out of your grasp faster than you could close your fingers around his wrist and sped away toward his apartment. You followed, not at all certain whether he wanted you to.

Regardless, there was no way you were going to leave him alone after all that.

And so you followed. And now that you’d eaten a pack of instant noodles you scraped out of the cupboards, you worried your lower lip between your teeth, considering your options.

You needed to shower. There was sand in every fold of your skin, stuck to your dried sweat and sliding against your greasy scalp like pumice. But Kakashi had yet to emerge from the bathroom, and you could hear the water still running. Normally, you would have joined him without hesitation, but the negative emotions you could feel roiling off him on the walk home gave you pause.

You wanted to offer support. You yearned to comfort him. But you also didn’t want to cross his boundaries or overstep. The emotions of Kakashi Hatake were volatile and unpredictable, you needed to tread lightly if you didn’t want him to push you away.

Still…

He’d been in there a long time, and as the skin of your lip tore under the sharp edges of your teeth, your concern intensified. Deciding his being angry with you was better than him being left alone to wallow in his own self-loathing, you resolved to join him and ask forgiveness later if necessary.

The bathroom was so fogged with steam you could hardly find the shower stall after you peeled your uniform off, leaving it in a heap in the general vicinity of the hamper. And when you stepped into the shower itself, you had to suppress a gasp. The water so hot it was truly painful as the droplets bit into your flesh. You imagined shellfish had been boiled at lower temperatures.

Weeks in Suna had left your skin sensitive and dry from sunburn, and you wondered how Kakashi could possibly find the torturous heat of the water at all soothing.

Perhaps that was the point, though, you realized.

Kakashi stood, motionless, beneath the spray of water, giving no indication he’d even noticed your arrival, though you knew better than to think as much. His head was slightly bowed, the water streaming over his hair and pulling it down in a thick curtain over his face.

He looked utterly dejected. Pained and deflated in every way a person could be.

Your felt your heart scream, desperate to reach out and touch him.

Wordlessly, you positioned yourself behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle, resting your head against his shoulder blades.

It was a position you’d assumed countless times. Typically, Kakashi’s own arms would wrap over yours, warm and secure and grateful for your quiet closeness. But this time, you felt every muscle in his body tense as if preparing for another ambush. You waited for his mind to focus on your presence, for his body to recognize that he was safe and relax against you.

He never did.

Instead, he turned and grasped your face roughly, smashing his lips against you in an aggressive show of desire that nearly cracked your enamel as his teeth butted against yours. Your mouth raced to keep up with his, but his movements were relentless, and you quickly realized it was a useless endeavor.

Kakashi’s tongue pressed forcefully into your mouth, claiming yours as his own. You gagged a little at the taste; musty and stale, as expected of a man who’d recently traveled on foot through desert and forest with a half-dead comrade on his back, too focused to stop for water or brush his teeth despite your attempts to slow his pace.

You tried to utter his name, tried to slow him down, but Kakashi either couldn’t hear you over the rush of the scorching water or he wanted to ignore the concern in your voice altogether.

He pressed your back into the tiles so hard you could feel the grout between them chafe against your skin. And when one of his hands dove between your thighs, you were so surprised you knocked your head a little too hard against the wall as you threw it backward. The pain was minimal, but enough to peel your eyes back open to focus on the man before you.

Kakashi’s lips had abandoned yours, seeking out the tender flesh of your neck and shoulder instead. His teeth were dominant, insistent; scraping along the skin as he bit down hard enough to mark you.

You moaned, unable to separate the worry you had for him from the pleasure his hands and mouth wrought upon your body.

And when he hitched one of your legs up over his hip, your hands instinctively shot out to latch onto his shoulders and steady your body against his. Your gaze fell low, watching as he angled himself toward you, enthralled by the beauty of his body; the way the water cascaded of his muscular frame and the erection you’d hardly noticed as he’d ravaged you only moments prior.

“Look at me.”

You smirked, “I am.”

A hand shot out to grasp your chin firmly and tilt your head upward.

“Look at me,” he said as he brought your eyes up to meet his.

Kakashi’s mismatched gaze was level and intense. His natural eye was dark with something—lust or anger or sadness, you couldn’t tell—as the tomoe of his sharingan spun frantically.

Only a moment after your eyes locked on his, Kakashi sheathed himself within you with a single, purposeful thrust and you cried out, face collapsing against his shoulder as you adjusted to the sensation.

His fingers moved from your chin to thread roughly into your hair, yanking your head back with a motion just the pleasant side of painful.

“I said,” he punctuated his words with a sharp snap of his hips, “look at me.”

Kakashi held your head steady as he pounded into you. His thrusting was harsh, his pace unrelenting. And his eyes never left yours, staring deeply into your irises as he fucked you hard against the wall of the shower.

The water was slightly cooler than when you’d first stood under the spray, but it was still too hot—the humidity and steam doing nothing to quell your dry throat as you moaned incoherent syllables each time Kakashi’s cock met the edge of your cervix, fighting to keep your eyes open and focused.

Your mouth remained parted, as if gaping like a fish could help you catch your breath.

On one particularly pleasurable drag of Kakashi’s dick against your g-spot, your eyelids fluttered closed, only for the silver-haired jonin to yank on your hair again.

“Did I say you could close your eyes?”

You tried to say, “no,” but it only came out as a ragged, muffled sound not discernible as any actual word.

“You look at me while I fuck you, do you understand?”

You nodded, biting your lip to fight the urge to close your eyes again as he thrust inside you.

“Good.”

You wanted to run your fingers into his hair, to pull him close and kiss him sweetly. But he moved too quickly for you to withdraw your hands, afraid you’d slip without the extra support your grip on his shoulders provided. With one leg curled over his hip, and the other being nearly lifted from the floor of the shower stall with each powerful thrust of your partner’s hips, his hand in your hair and yours on his shoulders were all that kept you upright.

And staring for this long into anyone’s eyes would be uncomfortable, you were sure. But locking gazes with the Copy Ninja as he pounded into your body remorselessly made your heart flutter and skitter in your chest as if it was trying to escape.

Kakashi’s eyes only faltered for a moment as he came, pulling out of you just in time for his cum to splatter across your lower belly, dribbling slowly down your thigh as the shower did its utmost to wash it down the drain.

You leaned your head back against the tile as you let your eyes close, chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath. When you tried to drag your leg off Kakashi’s hip, strong fingers dug into the meat of your quadricep and you gasped, head shooting upright once more as Kakashi pressed his forehead against yours.

“Holding back from me?”

You blinked, confused. “Wha—Kakashi, what are you—ah!”

Kakashi’s fingers once again dove between the slick folds of your sex, curving madly to reach the that delicate pleasure point within your body. And when his thumb reached up to rub furiously over your clit, he growled, “Keep your eyes open. Look at me while you cum.”

Your brows wrinkled together as you attempted to focus on his request as every nerve in your body fired. Your vision blurred as you trained your eyes on the Copy Ninja’s. Your nails dug into his shoulders hard enough you knew it must be painful, but he didn’t flinch, only continued roughly stroking your g-spot and stimulating your clit with a singular focus.

“Fu-fuck, Kakashi, I… ah… ah…”

Your eyes finally closed as you clenched around his fingers, internal muscles fluttering and pulsing around him as you came.

Kakashi’s grip loosened in your hair. His hand withdrew from between your thighs, and you were finally able to settle both feet on the floor, though the hip of the leg he’d pulled up ached. You faltered a little, only able to remain upright thanks to your hands still on his shoulders.

Kakashi’s body remained pressed close to yours and when you opened your eyes, he was still staring intently at you.

You licked your lips and swallowed thickly, desperate for a drink of cool water you knew you had to wait a while longer yet to enjoy.

And as your breathing finally eased, you asked him, “What are you looking for?”

Kakashi’s eyebrows pinched together briefly before he retained his impassive mask. “What do you mean?”

“You kept asking me to look at you. You wanted to see my eyes. What did you think you would see?”

You watched as Kakashi considered his answer, his eyes dancing back and forth slightly as he observed your face for even the slightest movement.

You moved your hands from his shoulders, finally, and instead brought them up to frame his face. You stroked his cheeks lovingly with your thumbs only to watch as the hard exterior melted away from Kakashi’s face in that small instant of tenderness.

His forehead kissed yours and his eyes slid closed as he answered, “Fear,” he said, “disgust, hatred, disdain…” he trailed off, still not looking at you, and you continued to stroke his face until he opened his eyes once more.

You could see the pain, so raw and fresh, clearly in his eyes and you gave him a gentle smile.

“Sorry, but you won’t find any of that here.”

His response was nearly a snarl. “Why? I hurt you, I—”

“You didn’t hurt me,” you assured him. “You were a little rough, sure, but no more than you’ve been before. I know you would’ve stopped if I’d asked you to.”

He scoffed and you shook his face a little in your grasp.

“I trust you, Kakashi. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. And what happened… what happened in Suna was not your fault.”

He tried weakly to pull away from you, but you held his cheeks firmly in your grasp. When he attempted to look away from you, you made sure your voice was firm, unwavering.

“Look at me, Kakashi. Look at me because I need you to see what’s in my eyes when I say this.” Reluctantly, the Copy Ninja fixed his gaze back on you. The shower was no longer hot; the water drenching both your bodies now barely warm enough to keep you from shivering. You took a deep breath and you held Kakashi’s gaze as you said, “It wasn’t your fault. I love you and it wasn’t your fault.”

And when Kakashi wrapped his arms desperately around your waist, pulling you tight against him as he pressed his face against your shoulder, you were sure there were tears mixed in with the spray of the shower, though you would never mention it.

Your fingers were wrinkled by the time the two of you climbed out of the shower and made your way to bed. As the first tendrils of morning light began clawing at the curtains, you pulled Kakashi’s naked body close, whispered comforts falling easily from your mouth until the man in your arms finally allowed his eyes to close.

Sleep would help, though it wouldn’t heal the wound entirely. But when he woke, you knew you’d be there to gaze into his eyes and reassure him as many times as he needed.

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