#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for kamina. ꒱

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kamina x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! fwb turns into something more. unprotected sex. creampie. reader is referred to as 'his woman.' WORD COUNT: 2.6K PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!

You can’t remember when it started; that’s how long it’s been going on. 

What started as a means to satisfy natural curiosity has since been twisted into something else, something with never ending need and ever growing want.

“Geez, you’re really wet down there.” You don’t know if he’s saying that for your benefit or his. He gets like this sometimes, where he completely loses himself in fondling your body. It’s like you don’t even exist sometimes.

Your eyes follow his hand as he unfurls his fingers from the dripping mess between your thighs. You’re transfixed, watching translucent webs of your cum expand and break between his fingers. His chest beats against your back with a snicker and you shudder at the cool touch of skin on skin. 

You don’t mind letting Kamina take the lead, he’s certainly grown into it enough for you to trust him with your body. Lips quivering, barely able to contain your ceaseless mewling, you can’t help but buck your hips against his rounded palm at your heat. His fingers tease you, not with touch but with restraint. He’s all but stopped the ministrations on your clit, his digits stilled over the desperate muscle just so he can watch you squirm. “You’re so mean. You know we don’t have time.” You remind him, but there isn’t a lick of strength to your words so all he can do is laugh along the shell of your ear, goosebumps popping all over your skin at the puff of air.

“Yeah, yeah– let me have my fun with ya, okay?” He knows what will satiate you; his free hand comes to frame your chin, thumb pulling lightly at your bottom lip when he cranes your head in his direction, popping a kiss that’s sloppy from the start on your eager mouth. Your lashes flutter until they too are kissing, your lids weighing down with lust as you give into the deepening kiss. His tongue so easily crosses over yours, lapping away at the moans that reverberate from your throat. 

“Kamina, please,” You try to plead with him for mercy, for relief, “Need it.” He notices your choice in words and nips at your lip as punishment. “Need you.” 

The correction seems to appease him because his hand quickly leaves your jaw, taking to his pants and shirking them from his hips until they’re wrung around his ankles. His fingers take one last dip into your entrance, grinding along your walls until he’s at your sweet spot. He gives you a tender rub down, dragging his digits so sweetly along your gummy walls that you can’t help but cry along with his movements. Your noises give way to pathetic whimpers when he finally takes his fingers out, your hole puckering around air in desperation.  

You can feel his tip, angular and wet, grinding along the curve of your ass, his knuckles occasionally coming in contact as he slathers your slick all along his shaft. You can hear the squelch of his foreskin dragging up and over his leaking glans and it isn’t long before you feel that very end poking and prodding at your cunt. 

But he doesn’t give you what you want, not yet anyways. Kamina likes to watch you beg for it, prefers body language over your native tongue. You know this, so you drive your hips back to meet the slant of his cock halfway, your knees knocking together as his length slides so easily between your wet and sticky folds. Your clit pulsates with every rub, every kiss of his cockhead, and cries for him when he pulls away. You pout. He laughs.

It’s a song and dance you two rehearse more often than just “friends helping friends” do. But it’s almost unspoken, the notion that maybe you two stopped being buddies a long time ago. Heaven knows he won’t admit to anything. And you? You think it’s foolish, wanting more from a man who’s only ever sneered at pit chicks. 

And yet, here you are. Playing the fool.

Kamina rises from the earthy wall, the width of his hands on your hips squeezing tight just before they pivot you around and you know the drill– hands on the wall and stick that ass of yours out nice and pretty for him.

He pauses. What’s the hold up, you wonder? You shrink under his gaze, mind wandering in self conscious haste. But really, he promises, he’s just enjoying the view. “Fuck, you look so good.” You hear him hiss, feel his palm slide over to the globe of your ass, toying with the bouncy flesh as he spreads your cheeks apart for just a peek at your glossy, wet pussy. You crane your head back, simpering smile lining your lips when you catch Kamina jerking himself off to the sight of you.

He’s not thinking with his head, rarely ever does if we’re being honest. He’s a man of action, leaps before he thinks but with you… He’s been doing a lot of that lately. It started with the fantasies in his head, naughty images of you popping up at the worst of times, forcing the azure-haired man to peel away from his ragtag followers to rub one out because otherwise he’ll be pitching a tent the rest of the day.

But now, he’s doing more than wishful thinking of a sexual nature. Now it isn’t just the curve of your body, the jiggle of your ass when you’re taking his cock to the base, the glitter of your juices that fill his head. It’s your laugh, the playful punches you land on his arm when he’s being particularly stupid and brash. It’s how you speak, how you wistfully believe alongside him that you’ll make it out of Jiha. He’s even gone so far to think of all the times he’s turned up a nose at the women in your village, complaining about them to your face when he could very well have been talking about you too. He remembers more than just your nervous chuckle; he thinks what you must have felt at that time. Considers your feelings a little more.

“Kamina?” You straighten your back, craning your head to watch his wrist slow and his cock stutter. What’s gotten into him? There’s a vacant look in his crimson gaze and it’s unsettling. 

But he isn’t still for long because once you start looking at him, it’s like a switch goes off in his system. Like he’s suddenly all too hungry, all too desperate for your lips on his and for his name on your tongue but not just in lust, but in love. He’ll take what he can get and if that’s baseless affection, he’ll settle because it’s you.

The way he lunges for you is carnal, but his lips on yours tastes sweet. Your back bumps along the wall and he has a hand at your cheek now, you can catch a whiff of his musk if you’re looking for it but you’re too preoccupied keeping up with his fervent kisses to even let the sense of smell register. You start to close your eyes but you’re snagged by his still being wide open as he ravishes your mouth with insatiable desire. When you look into his vermillion stare, you catch a glint of something more than just a simplistic, carnal need. You don’t know what it is but it makes your heart flutter and your stomach flip.

“I changed my mind. Let’s move to the bedroom.” His grumblings fill the cavern of your mouth. You can barely formulate words yourself but if you could, you’d point out that the two of you are slated for duty that afternoon, courtesy of the bastard chief picking on the two of you so immaturely. And if you could speak, he’d argue. So you let him kiss you, let his tongue salivate over yours. And you let him lead, let him hold your hand with a tenderness you’ve never felt before as the two of you shuffle to the only private room in this section.

“Lie down. Please.” Formality straining his voice, he watches as you crawl on the poor excuse for a bed you all are forced to keep. You settle on a heap of blankets and your breath stills when Kamina sheds his clothes and climbs on the furniture with you. He’s shaped like a god, a perfect representation of his namesake and it never ceases to make you absolutely smitten. Your legs part for him, bend around his torso to cage him closely to you. You enjoy this intimacy but there’s another layer to this moment that makes your heart sing.

The expanse of Kamina’s cock spreads over the sensitive mound between your legs, his length starting to drag over your pelvis in a ritual of self-stimulation you’re all too happy to participate in. His chest sporadically rises and falls with every wanton puff of air and he limits his breathing once more with a hungry kiss over your mouth. This time he’s messy, drool shining over your lips and then some while he continues to run the smoothness of his thin foreskin over your skin. “K-Kamina, p-please– it hurts.” You whimper, turning your head to break the kiss and that’s when Kamina nods, completely understanding what you mean.

It hurts, you said. It hurts to be away from you, you meant.

“Got it, got it. Sorry.” Those words of his ghost an exhale and he draws his hips back, giving himself ample space to angle himself before your entrance. You feel that all too familiar pressure between your thighs, cunt twitching before his lubricious glans as he starts to close the gap between you. Your calves start to quake at his back the deeper he goes, up until his pelvis is flush against yours. He shudders, panting as your walls close in on him. You’re always so damn tight, no matter how much he’s prepped you before. You must really want this. Must really want him.

And that makes him dizzy with want.

“S-Shit, that’s it– let me in, baby.” You don’t recall ever hearing him call you that before. So when tears start to dot your waterline, it isn’t from pain over him stretching your pretty pussy to his girth. It’s because god, you want him to call you that outside of this little bubble you share with him. 

Cockhead nestled against your sweet spot, the subtle arch of his length begins to grind along your gummy muscle. Your bottom lip jutting out in a pout, you start to whimper and can’t seem to stop as his hips rock into you at a sensually slow pace. The grunts he manages come straight from the column of his throat, they’re nearly feral. “Hmmnh– feeling good?” And when you nod for him, his heart rattles against his bones.

The squeeze of your weeping cunt around his twitching dick is almost too much, if he isn’t careful he can cum faster than intended. The drag of his flexing cock inside you starts to pick up in speed, you feel his balls start to go pap, pap, pap against your sweaty flesh and your ears burn with the sound. Your core burns, not in suffering but in furious want for something more from the man currently docked deep, deep inside you.

“Don’t stop, Kamina!” Your trembling fingers fan over his chest, sinking just a tad in his bountiful muscle as your body starts to bounce along the bed to Kamina’s thrusts. Your tits spring up and down, up and down the more Kamina ruts into you, the faster he starts to go as he becomes desperate for a high only you can give him nowadays. He can’t help it, he needs a taste so his kiss-swollen lips latch onto your pebbled nipple, giving it a suck that mimics what you’re doing to him with that tight little pussy of yours. You taste good, he can’t help but keep going while fucking into you with savage rolls of his hips. 

The hands at his chest are now wringing locks of his hair, tugging and pulling as your whole body starts to tense up around Kamina. His tongue scribbles circles around your pert bud, leaving your breast sticky with spit before he repeats the loving action around your other nipple. You cry, you beg, and you mewl for him and he knows it won’t get any better than this.

“Like that?” His groans tickle your skin, “Like when I fuck you like this? No one else gets to, right?” You swear you see a possessive streak spark along his eyes just then. “Just me. Only me.” Kamina growls, the raw sound of skin slapping skin starts to echo around the room’s four walls. “No one’s gonna fuck you this good– no one’s gonna love you like I can.” 

You pause. “W-Wha–” You start but he doesn’t let you finish, won’t let you argue or come back with any response that isn’t in agreement as he smashes his sore lips against yours, kissing you frantically as his engorged dick starts to throb in unison with your pulsating walls. “Cumming inside,” He suddenly tells you, your mouth swallowing up his warning without protest, “Cum with me.” 

You couldn’t argue with him even if you wanted to. As he pumps you full of his cock, full of his seed, your cunt tightens up all around him, walls closing in with a snug fit until you’re creaming all around him, slick oozing out your fluttering hole. All while Kamina continues to lazily rock inside you, smearing his cum all along your walls so you don’t forget who owns that pussy of yours.

“S-Shit,” You finally breathe with a full chest, “That was amazing.” You notice Kamina’s still inches deep inside you, your folds still around him like a ring. “Everything okay–”

“Hold on, I have something to say.” You blink. Well, there’s a tone you haven’t heard before. There’s a hint of hesitation in his voice, almost like… He’s unsure of himself for once. “That stuff I said just now—”

Oh. You feebly laugh. It’s the only thing you can do. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Don’t worry, I’ve said some stupid things–”

“No,” He’s authoritative now, “I meant it.” Still with his cock thumping inside you, Kamina continues, “I meant it. Come on. Let’s stop kidding ourselves. I– I don’t want to have this with anyone but you. I— I need you.” His adam’s apple bobs subtly as he clears his throat. “You catch what I’m saying?” 

You widen your eyes. “I– Yeah, but–”

“No buts. Do you feel the same?” 

He’s certainly not beating around the bush but you’re not about to let this opportunity run past you so with a hand cupped around the nape of his neck, you bring him back down to you, popping a kiss to his mouth before whispering along his lips, “Yeah. I do.”

“Then it’s settled. You’re my woman now, alright?” You don’t mean to laugh but you do and it makes his brows knit in… Embarrassment. “Hey, don’t laugh at me!” Just then, he pushes his cock deeper until he’s kissing your cervix and making your back arch at the friction. He seems to get satisfaction from this, giving you a snarky grin you can now say is yours. 

“Yeah, yeah– Look, as much as I love this,” Your pointer finger first gestures from your chest to his before pointing at your still connected bodies further south, “we should really get going, the chief’s gonna–”

“Where’s that bastard, Kamina?! He’s late!” 

“Shitshitshitshitshitshit!”