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Chapter 25: Heat	By : WitchyCloudpine Category: +G to L > K Project Views: 15061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: For those of you who are just stumbling upon this, this is Chapter 25 to the fanfiction “Red” which can be found under the same Author Name at FanFiction.net. Please go to "The Great Wall of..." in the forum section [http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/49731-project-k-fanfiction-red/] which will direct you to the correct link on how to read the entire story. They are a bit strict on their M-rated guidelines so I wanted to post this here to be safe.

For my regular readers and reviewers, once again, this is an M-rated chapter with adult content. Please leave your reviews at the FanFiction website! This is my first time writing smut EVER so…be gentle? Hugs to you all.

Chapter 25: Heat

If HOMRA had expected any awkwardness at Mikoto’s return they were sorely mistaken. Upon entering, the Red King made his way to the bar and deposited himself in one of the stools just as he always had. They had grabbed take-out on the way back, knowing full well there wasn’t enough food stocked in the bar to feed them all. Izumo began to dish out plates, calling above the raised voices for help from Anna and Rin.

The King’s return had done more than raised his clan’s spirits. A warmth seemed to fill the bar that had been lacking since even before Mikoto’s arrest. Rin hadn’t felt this content since Tatara had been alive.

But weeks inside the bowels of SCEPTER 4’s headquarters could make even the strongest man’s mind weak, and Mikoto couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over the lithe frame of the petite blonde passing out bowls of rice to her clansmen. He had thought about her plenty of times in his cell, and his fantasies had not done her justice. His eyes trailed down her waist, and Mikoto was pleased to note that she hadn’t shrunk since he had been detained. There was something different about the way she moved, though. He found his mouth going dry watching her hips sway when she moved, or how much of a tease she looked tossing back her hair and licking her fingers and lips clean. While his face remained expressionless, his eyes glittered with naughty thoughts of what he would like to do to that delicate mouth.

It wasn’t until Rin approached him to clear his plate that his control nearly shattered. Leaning over his lap to pile his plate on top of the others, Mikoto could feel the heat she emitted from her torso as she stretched across his knees.

“Mikoto-san, are you all finished?”

Her voice was soft and innocent, not at all the type to raise any suspicious, but his golden gaze darkened when he felt a small hand slide onto the top of his thigh near his groin. Suddenly he felt the need to swallow, and he was surprised to see a naughty glint in Rin’s eyes. With her gaze never wavering, she asked “Mikoto?” again while her fingers trailed to his crotch. “You must be tired. Perhaps you should head upstairs to rest?”

In three seconds, not caring if he startled anyone else in the vicinity, Mikoto pushed back from the stool and had his hand latched around her wrist. He was thankful his jeans managed to conceal his erection enough to escape the bar and the rest of his clansmen, but this member of HOMRA in particular wouldn’t be leaving his sight until morning.

“We’re not even close to finished,” He growled, and desire coursed through him when she flashed him a knowing smirk, flicking her eyes in the direction of the stairs to the second floor.

He was happy that only Izumo had witnessed the entire scene, not wishing to openly display to the other members of HOMRA how bad he wanted to fuck their female companion. Amongst the chaos at Izumo’s bar and the raucous laughter the rest of the clan was making, no doubt due to Chitose snatching one of Izumo’s bottles of liquor in celebration, they managed to sneak away rather unnoticed.

A searing heat seemed to pulse through his entire body, all originating from the point where his palm was wrapped tightly around her wrist. It was taking all self-control not to simply toss her over his shoulder and take the stairs two at a time. The feeling of her hands on him only seconds ago had pushed his need into overdrive and it now coursed through him, raw and hot. He had been aching to do this for so long, and now, with the knowledge that she was craving it just as bad, there would be no holding back. He wanted her, all of her.

The two tumbled through his bedroom door, blindly searching for the handle to shut it while Rin’s fingertips gently caressed the sides of his face. Unable to focus, Mikoto pushed her up against the door until it swung shut with an audible click. The heat between them was scorching, but Mikoto reigned in his desire as best as he could to keep from moving too fast.

Mikoto would admit it. He had imagined the two of them in a scene like this more than once. After all, he had had enough time in his cell to think about it. His palms were pressed against the door on either side of her head, and he towered over small frame. With his face inches away he bent low, his lips hovering above her own as he watched with a teasing glint in his eyes.

What he did not expect was her arm to snake out and hook itself around his neck, closing the distance between the two of them. Her lips pressed against his, and for a moment he was frozen in surprise. However, Mikoto loved being in control, and quickly molded himself against her, pressing up until she was splayed against the door.

His hand slid down her sides, gripping her waist hard. His thumbs traced over her hipbones, which dipped dangerously low beneath the waistband of her leggings. Instead, he changed directions - fingertips roaming beneath her tank top, which was quickly discarded.

Rin was just as dominating. Her hands dipped beneath the collar of his shirt and tangled themselves in his hair. She pressed herself up against him, and Mikoto could feel her hardened nipples against his chest from beneath her bra. Her tongue licked his lower lip, asking permission for access, which Mikoto quickly granted.

Not one to sit idly by, the Red King swiftly took control again. His hands made short work of her bra, then slipped underneath her ass to scoop her up. She let out a very feminine squeak of surprise, causing the King’s eyes to glitter in amusement.

In three strides he moved them to his bed, dumping her atop his mess of sheets. He couldn’t help but appreciate the way she looked with her hair fanned out around her and her eyes shimmering brightly in the darkness. In seconds he was on all fours above her, trapping her like a predatory beast. With a growl, his hands once more began to roam across her body. Mikoto couldn’t seem to get enough of tasting her. Suddenly, he flipped her over, wishing to lavish the other side just as much.

He relished the sharp intake of breath she took as his lips passed over her shoulder blades and up her neck. She arched involuntarily, her ass rising up to rub against him, and he growled low in his chest at the friction. He ground his erection between the globes of her ass, frustrated at the amount of clothes still separating them.

“M-Mikoto-s-…aaah!”

He nipped at her neck harder than before, and with enough pressure to leave indents from his teeth in her delicate skin. He soothed the marked area over with his tongue, lavishly running it up her neck until he reached her hairline behind her ears.

Her breathy moan made his cock strain against his pants, but there was no way the King would forgo his plans.

His calloused hands roamed along the sides of her body, the pads of his thumbs dipping in between the curves of her ribs to count each and every one. Mikoto relished the view he had at that moment.

Rin was on her knees with her legs spread, her hair spilling across her shoulders and around her face. Her bare back curved downward, and Mikoto licked his lips at the sight of her cute little back dimples and the HOMRA tattoo at her neck, contrasting with her pale skin. Love bites were scattered down her spine, and he smirked at his handiwork. Her ass, barely concealed by her black leggings, was thrust upwards, and his hands twitched in excitement at the thought of ripping those off. Her face and breasts were pressed against the mattress from where he had tossed her, and her cheek turned towards him. Her eyes, slightly glazed, gazed up at him, and she bit her lower lip to keep from making too much noise.

She had no idea the things she was fucking doing to him.

Mikoto flipped her over onto her back, and buried his face into the crook of her neck. He continued to mark her along her collarbone, and let out a predatory growl as she buried her hands in his hair, tugging at it gently. He felt her legs hook around his waist, desperately trying to pull him closer, and Mikoto allowed himself a small grin against her throat. His teeth closed gently around her pulse for a second, and suddenly Mikoto felt her breasts press against his t-shirt. He swallowed down a groan, and pulled back a fraction to see her face.

It was an empowering feeling to see her relinquishing some of her self-control, and even more so to hear the breathy sighs that escaped her lips from his ministrations. Her eyes were closed, and in his peripherals Mikoto could see her breasts rise and fall as her chest heaved. Once again, she had her lower lip locked under her teeth, and Mikoto had a sudden urge to taste it.

He pressed himself against her, pulling her face up to meet his, and capturing that seductive lower lip between his own. Mikoto could faintly taste whatever chapstick she had used that morning, but it wasn’t enough, and soon he found himself exploring the wonderful taste of her mouth.

Ever the alpha female, Rin tried to switch positions so that she was once more in control, but as he crushed himself against her he could feel her succumb another fraction. Slowly but surely he planned on claiming every ounce of self-control she had. Nothing turned him on more than the idea of seeing Rin finally letting herself go and opening up completely to him, no holds barred.

He bent his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it around between his teeth. Her back arched once more, begging him to take more of her in, and he hooked an arm underneath her to hold her to him. He watched as her head tipped back in ecstasy, giving him the perfect view of her slim neck.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

In one fluid motion, he ripped off her leggings before turning his attention back to her other breast. He reveled in how soft and supple she was – such a contrast to his rough and hardened body.

“Aaah!”

Her hands fisted his hair, and he let go of her breast, smirking. She hadn’t been paying attention to his other hand, which had trailed down the plane of her stomach and slid beneath her panties. His finger slipped between her folds, and Mikoto could feel her juice slip down his knuckles as she spasmed around him.

“Oh, gods, Mikoto-“ she panted heavily as he began to work his finger inside her. Her hands left his hair, and instead roamed underneath his t-shirt and across his strong back to feel his muscles flex.

His lips captured her own once more, commanding her attention. The King relished the feeling of having complete control over such a powerful and confident woman, and swallowed her moans as he worked another finger inside of her.

He gritted his teeth as his cock strained against his jeans, wanting to see her come once before he was inside her. It was difficult, however, as he watched her mouth drop open and mouth wordlessly while a third finger entered her, stretching her bit by bit. He could feel her walls flex around his fingers as he pumped into her, and her panting jumped up another octave.

Mikoto bent over her, his mouth against her ear, nipping at the lobe. He wanted to see her come apart, to see this woman – so strong, so respected, so beautiful – just shatter into blissful pieces. “Rin,” he purred, and he could hear her breath hitch at the familiarity. “Cum for me.”

Rin’s body arched off the bed, and Mikoto could feel her nails dig into his shoulder blades. “Oh f-fuck!” She gasped, as she contracted hard around his fingers that were curled inside of her. Her body shook from the force of her orgasm, and Mikoto felt he had never seen anything so breathtaking in his life.

Pulling her into his lap, he kissed her hard as he removed his damp fingers. The feeling of her pressed against him, and the knowledge that she just came made him grip her ass cheeks tightly.

She surprised him, however, when he felt her fingers graze his waistband and roughly start pushing his shirt up. His eyes widened, and he couldn’t resist drawling, “In a hurry, are we?”

“Shut up.” Her words, which were supposed to sound forceful and commanding, came out breathless and hot.

Mikoto’s eyes darkened at the tone, and he helped her pull his shirt off. It wasn’t even completely over his head before her hands were roaming his chest. Rin’s fingers traced the lines of his collarbone, ghosted over his pecs, and drifted down to his abdomen. Mikoto leaned back on his arms, letting her explore her King as she wished.

She unconsciously bit her lip again as her fingers roamed back up and over his biceps, her touch feather-light. Mikoto stared, entranced, at that lower lip. Always, always tempting him. He wanted so badly to taste her again, but he held himself still. It was difficult, especially with her naked and squirming closer to him in his lap.

Rin noticed the scratch marks she had left on his shoulders and biceps. A gasp slipped from his lips when he felt her gently press kisses against the raised marks, and she raised her head to look at him.

He felt like a predator staring down at his prey. The things he wanted to do to her – what he was going to do to her – burned through him like fire. He wanted to tear into her like a wild animal, but he kept his face composed and his eyes hooded.

Her hands trailed to his waistband once again, only this time she hooked her fingers in one of the loops, giving it a sharp tug. “These. Off.”

Mikoto smirked at her command, but wordlessly obeyed them. However, Rin made it impossible to concentrate as her hands continued to trace the contours of his body. He was damn near close to throwing her back onto the bed when she gently pushed him down onto his back and straddled his waist. His eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise, and he couldn’t resist his hands sliding up her thighs to cup her ass.

He could feel her pressed against his straining cock, and Mikoto had to close his eyes as she rubbed up against him. When he had enough control to open them again, he could see a devious glint in her eyes that told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

He opened his mouth to make some sarcastic retort, but his voice lodged in his throat when he felt her mouth on his collarbone. His hands instinctively slid up her back and buried themselves in her soft hair.

She leisurely worked her way up his neck until finally she nipped lightly at his ear, returning the favor he had paid her earlier. His cock twitched at her touch, and he could feel her smirk against his cheek where she placed a soft kiss.

Rin raised herself up a few inches so that she could gaze down at the man in front of her, and suddenly he felt as if their predator and prey roles had been reversed. Mikoto couldn’t help but admire her from his position. Her hair hung down on both sides of her face, but Mikoto could still see the delicate angles of her cheekbones in the dim light. Her eyes were wide and bright, and there was a mischievous smirk barely concealed on her face.

Without thinking, Mikoto raised a hand to cup her cheek, and Rin’s eyes widened a fraction. His thumb gently brushed her cheekbone, silently expressing his feelings as best he could.

Rin brought his hand to her lips, placing a gentle kiss on his palm before lacing it with her own, and then bent once more so that her lips met his. Mikoto wanted to hold her there, to taste every inch inside of her mouth, but Rin pulled back with a naughty grin.

Keeping eye contact, she slowly slid down towards his boxers, tugging the waistband down with her thumbs as she went. When his cock sprang free, Rin couldn’t help but take a second to soak it all in. Then, her eyes flicked back up to meet his, and when she finally took him in her hand he nearly moaned in pleasure.

She gradually began to work him, a few quick, hard strokes followed by a couple longer, gentler ones. He closed his eyes, enjoying each sensation, when suddenly he felt something warmer and wetter caress the underside of his cock. Mikoto’s eyes snapped open, and when his gaze finally focused in front of him he could have came at the sight.

He watched, entranced, as Rin teasingly licked him once more. Her eyes locked with his, a naughty glint flickering in their depths, before swallowing him whole. Mikoto leaned back onto his elbows, silently thanking the Gods and whoever else sent this woman in front of him. He reached forward, pulling her hair to one side so he could bunch it in one hand. Rin hummed around him in appreciation, and he nearly pushed her down farther onto his dick at the sensation.

“Fuck, Rin-“ He gritted his teeth, not used to being the one out of control. If she kept at this, he wasn’t going to make it much longer.

Without warning, Mikoto pulled himself out of her mouth and flipped them over so that she was on the bottom and on her stomach once more. There was no way he was going to let himself cum before the main course. Besides, he loved seeing her this way, her ass arching up towards her and breasts swelling underneath her as she pressed against his mattress.

“Mikoto…” He was already leaking pre-cum, but he almost blew his entire load when her breathless voice carried softly up to him, no honorific attached.

Mikoto bent over her, pressing soft kisses against the back of her neck as he pushed himself inside of her. He slid in with ease, but groaned at how tight her walls felt around him. Since Totsuka’s death, it had been some time since he had been with a woman, and the feeling of her taking every inch of him in nearly made his eyes roll back. He was glad that his face was buried in her neck, so that she could not get a glimpse of his face and tease him for it for the rest of his life.

The sound of Rin’s guttural moan beneath him, however, made his ego swell. There was no way in hell he was going to cum before her.

He pulled out sharply, giving her almost no time to react before he slammed back into her. He loved watching her back arch, and wanted to hear her moan like that again. Pulling out and slamming back in once more, he saw her clench his sheet between her teeth, trying to hold back any noises.

Mikoto wasn’t having any of that. No, he wanted her to lose every ounce of control that she had.

He began to set a steady rhythm, and bent low by her ear to whisper, “Don’t be shy.” Mikoto thrust hard, loving how her fist tightened around the sheet clenched in her hand. “I want to hear you scream.”

Rin shook her head, biting down on her lower lip and she looked back up at him. The sight made Mikoto growl low in his chest, and Rin could feel it reverberate against her back. He knew she was teasing him, and his hands gripped her waist as he began to pound into her.

After a few seconds, Rin could no longer hold it back. With each thrust, a slight gasp would leave her, rising a little in pitch or volume each time.

The sounds she was making were driving him wild, and Mikoto could feel himself getting closer. Still wanting to make her cum first, he changed his angle just a bit, and suddenly Rin was seeing white after each thrust. Her hands reached for anything to hold onto, but Mikoto, once again, had other plans.

He hooked his arms underneath her elbows, pulling them back and up until she was sitting vertically in his lap, her back arching as she bounced on his cock. As he pounded into her, he leaned forward, biting at the creamy skin of her neck in front of him hard enough to leave another mark.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god, Mikoto-“ She chanted, and she leaned farther back so that she could feel his chest pressed up against her. Mikoto freed her left arm, and she reached behind her to bury it in his hair. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Hearing her say it nearly pushed him over the edge, and he knew he was only seconds away from cumming himself. He thrust as hard as he could, burying himself to the hilt inside of her just as he felt her come apart at the seams. Her hand tightened in his hair as she contracted around his dick, panting his name like it was the only word she knew or cared for.

The feeling of her clenching tightly around his cock drove him over the edge, and Mikoto came hard inside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her as close as he possibly could. He groaned her name into her hair, hoping to God she couldn’t hear how blissful he felt.

After a moment, she slumped against him, exhausted. Mikoto climbed up onto the bed and pulled her down next to him. She let out a yawn as she curled up against him, craving the heat that he was emitting.

Mikoto threw the covers over the both of them, then slid a hand possessively over her waist. He felt her head turn to face him, and watched as her eyes fluttered open. Mikoto stared down at her, waiting for her to speak, but she simply smiled and leaned up to capture his lips with hers.

And while he always wanted to be in control, the Red King could not help but melt against her, pulling her tightly to him once more. When she pulled away and tucked herself in against his chest, he relaxed once more against her and drifted off to the sound of her steady breathing.
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Chapter 25: Heat