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Sarah wanted to party, and for some reason, Pyke decided to go too. So when Braum and Illaoi told Yasuo they were attending their ‘last night together’ drinks as well, he was not surprised. Actually, he considered going too; free drinks and a night to relax, after saving Bilgewater? Sounded like a sweet invitation to heaven!
But something in his heart told him… No. So with a weak smile and some bad excuses about being tired and having a post-battle headache, Yasuo left the main hall under jokes and with a full bottle wrapped around his belt. On his own lips, a genuinely happy smile, that Yasuo couldn’t remember giving to anyone in a long time.
The night outside was quick to greet him, with stars and a full moon that painted the ground gray. Different from Ionia, the skies above that lawless land seemed dirty, covered in a thin layer of alcohol and crimes that made Yasuo breath in deeply and smile again; not a place for him to worry about the crimes he so hardly tried to overcome. Made for him to just let go, at least once.
The road to Sarah’s ship seemed short, and when his mind brought him back to reality, Yasuo was half way into the rooms’ corridor, with a clicking sound echoing into his brain, followed by a tiny laugh. The melody was enough for him to recognize the person, and curious, he grew closer to the half-beast woman that he swore to protect a while ago.
“Ahri?” Yasuo murmured, the bottle also clicking by his side. “Everything okay?”
“Oh, Yasuo!” She replied and by the sweet giggle between her syllables, Yasuo was able to notice she had also allowed herself some wine. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… Dropped my keys.” The gentle golden lights on the walls shone against said keys, before Ahri took them to the door again, unlocking it. “Aha! See? I’m okay.”
“Had so much you’re having problems with lockers?” The tone wasn’t meant to hurt, and Ahri noticed it - her eyes rolling before her tongue stood out in a very mature behaviour. Yasuo just laughed it off, leaning on the wall. “Need your bodyguard to help you?”
“Not anymore, now it’s already done.” With a quick move, Ahri opened the door enough to show her point, before letting it go and, with a smile of her own, rest her shoulder on the doorway. “... But thank you, anyway.”
“Always here for the job.”
She was gorgeous, and the silence that took over the space between them, made Yasuo think deeply about it. Ahri was gorgeous and smart and strong. Her arms and legs still held bandages from the fight against Viego, but so did his own. Her hair was loose, instead of done in that long braid that she always decorated with a red jewel, matching her dresses, and it fell behind her shoulders like a darkness waterfall.
She was just gorgeous, standing there, looking at him with the wildest eyes Yasuo has ever seen; pure gold orbs, cut by her slit pupils. Her face slightly red from the alcohol she had taken - her senses still working. Her arms crossed under her chest, making her look imponent and powerful, and for sure, not in need of a bodyguard to follow her around.
“Any idea of what you’ll be doing after your trip with Braum to Freljord?” And if she wasn’t perfect enough already, her voice painted the air with a genuine question, as Ahri moved back and forth, getting more comfortable while leaning on that brute wooden door. “You said something about Noxus, right?”
“... Yeah…” Yasuo hated to be brought back to reality, but it happened anyways; his back now resting on the wall, his arms equally crossed, eyes aiming to the ceiling above their heads. “I have some… Business there.”
“Are you a… Type of spy?” Ahri smiled, now two steps closer to his body; two steps closer to his heart. “Betraying Ionia, and using your abilities to help the enemy?”
“Not even under one of their weapons.” He replied with a smile of his own, head down to look at Ahri again. If it was another person suggesting that, associating his being with the Noxian scum, he would pick up a fight and that was it. But… Ahri could never mean it in a bad way, and her smile made his senses a little numb, so he just giggled back, unable to even get mad. “I actually have a… Friend there. And she needs me to help her with some problems, you know?”
“Oh, a friend… For sure…” But as if the ship they were in just hit a wall, Yasuo felt the change in Ahri’s voice, and the strange disconcert that took over the air. Straightening up, Ahri smiled bitterly to the ground, shruggering as her words stumbled to get out. “You… Need to rest then, I imagine. You have a long way to go with Braum and this… Friend. I should let you go.”
“What– Ahri? No, wait–” Yasuo was confused, but not tied to the ground. When Ahri backed away a bit, he made sure to reach for her wrist, holding her in place as gently as he could. “What do you mean? We’re chatting, don’t… Just leave.”
“You need to rest–”
“I’m no child, I don’t need you to send me to bed.” When their gazes met again, Yasuo saw his own reflection in her reaction - a gentle surprise, followed by a blush upon her cheeks, and a burning sensation on his own. “I like to talk to you. And… We may not have the chance to do it again for a while, so… Don’t just leave me, okay?”
She was quiet. Looking at him, then at his hands on her wrist. Yasuo felt his face burning again, and as quickly as he held her, he let go, hiding his hands in the pockets of his pants.
It felt stupid, actually. For her to react like that to the idea of him leaving for a friend in Noxus, and for him to be blushing with a fast-beating heart. His own words of ‘I’m not a child’ echoing like rotten milk, as he felt like he was 15 again, trying to captivate the attention of a girl he would like to kiss.
He was no teenage boy, and Ahri was no teenage girl. They weren’t even flirting, right? Not… Openly, at least. He had no right to ask for her to stay; no right to daydream about such a thing as a young-love joy.
“... Okay.” But when she said that gentle word, and turned fully back to him, Yasuo felt his heart speed up, like Viego was back again and they were soon to start a second fight. “I’ll stay for a little longer…” Ahri’s eyes looked anywhere but him, as if searching for something to focus on, instead of the man in front of her. “... I can see you have a drink with you.”
“Oh, this?” Yasuo looked at the bottle by his hips, feeling her ‘Uhum’ warming up his chest. “For later, maybe. Unless you wish to share a glass with me now.”
“I had enough for the night, but… Thank you for the invitation.” Ahri replied as simply as she did before, once again leaning on the wall and crossing her arms. “Just.. Leave something for the trip. Don’t drink it all tonight, alright?” Yasuo nodded instead of replying, and allowed her a second longer to talk. Ahri’s gaze ran around the space between them, her brain visibly working. She smiled to herself - even though Yasuo smiled back - and after what felt like forever with no words, she opened her mouth again, doing so a couple of times before actually speaking. “I… I’m sorry for… My behaviour.”
“What behaviour?” Yasuo wanted to know, even if his mind screamed at him about how it could only be the strange explosion the vastaya had just had; even if his heart murmured ‘jealousy’ nonstop to his brains.
“I… I shouldn’t be mad at you for helping a friend, no matter where she’s from, or who she is.” Ahri’s smile held no happiness, but a strange shyness so unusual for her being. Yasuo loved that more than he should and he couldn’t deny such a thing, as he took his own hand to her shoulder, sliding his fingers down her arm in a gentle and caring touch. “I don’t know what that was, I’m sorry, really.”
“It’s okay, I… Don’t think I mind it.” And he didn’t. He actually appreciated it, even if their current situation made him… Confused. But Yasuo couldn’t say that. Not now. “... Even if I’m leaving for another job, I… I’ll miss being just your bodyguard.”
“Really?” And she giggled again, like that sound wasn’t able to kill Yasuo instantly; like she wasn’t aware of the power her voice held, and the influence she had upon his soul and heart. “Well, I think I’ll miss you as my bodyguard as well. You know, I’ll miss having someone that fights all the bandits and bad guys out of my way.”
“As if you need it.”
“No, I don't…” Yasuo watched as Ahri bit her lower lip to hold back a giggle - leaning closer to his body and mind and heart. “... But I’ll still miss you around.” She was quiet for what felt like forever, and Yasuo took that time to just appreciate how her fangs left two red lines under her full lips; how she looked at his neck, then up to his face again, and smiled like she did before. “Your company.”
And again, they grew closer to each other. Yasuo could feel her presence, even if they weren’t touching yet, and that was already enough for him to fear what would come next. Leaning against the wall, both of them stared at their frames, maybe to fulfill the need to touch, maybe to fulfill the longing that already took over. Maybe for both reasons.
“I’m no good company, Ahri.” Yasuo still insisted, echoing his words, while drunk in her senses. His hand raising to her hair, pushing it gently away from her shoulder, tracing down until her elbow.
“You are for me.” And so her hand came up from its place, holding onto his scarf with a gentle strength, pulling him to herself. In a natural reaction, Yasuo took both his hands to her waist, fingers careful upon her dress. The space between them was far gone, while the tension that took over screamed for more. “I love your company. Wish… I didn’t have to let it go so soon.”
“... I promise you I’ll come back…” A chuckle crossed Yasuo’s chest, and he stared deep into those gold pools as he finished his thoughts. “That is, if I don’t die.”
“You won’t die.” Ahri’s words felt tense. Needed. Like she was trying to dictate the future by saying something she wished to be true - she needed to be true. Yasuo didn’t answer this time, instead gazing down to her lips, before being brought back up by her own words. “Yasuo.”
He stared at her. Not a single smile on their faces anymore. Just… That intense amount of feelings. Yasuo pulled her against his body, only to feel her tense up before relaxing down. Faces mere inches away. He moved, stepping slowly until Ahri’s back hit the wall and she had no other option but to deal with him.
Her breathing felt as vicious as the alcohol in it, and Yasuo could feel her chest against his own. She was divine, gazing up at him like they were new to this, to love. To desire. To whatever has been filling up their brains for days, and now, their senses as well.
Yasuo leaned down in a single go, stopping before their lips met, basking in the feeling of her gentle gasp. A giggle painted the air pink; Ahri’s hands going up to his neck, just to fall on his arms, tracing red lines with her claws above a few of his countless scars.
“You… Scared me.” Ahri replied, still giggling, making Yasuo’s eyes look around her face to engrave every single thing about her smile into his memories. “But I liked it. A lot.”
“A lot?” He replied with a little bit of disbelief, his hands daring to go down, pulling Ahri closer now by her hips; her own hands wandering their way up all again, wrapping around Yasuo’s neck with the clear intention of not letting him go. At least, not now. “But I did nothing…”
“Then do something now.” Ahri demanded, murmuring lowly, leaning her head sideways enough to create space for Yasuo, and Yasuo only. “Do it.”
That was enough for him. Not as gently as he wanted, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because of their teasing game, Yasuo broke the space between them, kissing Ahri’s lips. Her hands soon grasping his nape, fingers tangling in his hair, kissing back like the air in his lungs was her own.
Ahri was sweet and strong at the same time, tasting like rum and wine when their tongues met; smelling like seasalt, roses and alcohol all mixed in a single potion. Yasuo pressed their bodies together, loving the way she made a soft sound in the kiss, before raising her leg in a mute invitation for more.
And Yasuo followed her orders, reaching for Ahri’s thigh, fingers rough as they squeezed the plump meat, keeping them together. The intensity of it soon took the air away from them, and when Yasuo parted away, he didn’t expect Ahri to reach for his neck with kisses and a gentle tracing of fangs.
“... Should we… Really?” The question escaped his lips, but Ahri just hummed back, hiding her face in his scarf, tongue tracing his collarbone. It was hard to think when she did that, and even harder to stop it when one of her hands slided down his chest, pulling Yasuo even closer by the rope he used as a belt. “Ahri… We have to think…”
“I don’t want to…” She meowed close to his jugular, tracing up to his jaw, until their lips touched again. “I just want you…”
“You’re drunk–”
“Trust me, I’m not.” Yasuo backed his head away, one of his eyebrows raised as he looked at her face. Ahri was red, but… Not just because of her drinks. She also stared back at him, as lucid as she could be - as he could make up. And that was worse than if she was just drunk in alcohol, instead of… Him. “I really want you. Is it that hard to believe it?”
“Honestly? Yes.” He replied as quickly as his tongue was capable of, biting back when her gaze turned pitifully angry. But instead of arguing, Yasuo just sighed, leaning his forehead on Ahri’s; hands keeping her close to his body. “... I’m leaving tomorrow…”
“You can come back later.”
“I don’t want to leave you waiting.”
“I won’t wait, then.” Ahri replied with certainty, giving him a sweet peck on the lips, both her hands now holding his cheeks, so Yasuo couldn’t run away. “The same way you won’t die. But you will come back to me. And I'll be here, taking care of everything I have to.”
Yasuo sighed again, giving up on this dumb fight. She was too stubborn for him to let go; too good for him to give up; too convincing for him to say no. And for a second, Yasuo thought about the possibility of her abilities being the reason why he was so weak to her mere existence.
Instead, he just gave up on this possibility. Ahri had no fault he was in love with every single thing about her.
So, when he let go of her and backed away, Yasuo could feel Ahri tense up, almost reaching for his arm. He smiled as he walked to the door, opening it fully and looking around.
“Yasuo…?” She mumbled behind him, a rewarding sadness making Yasuo almost giggle, before turning back to her.
“Come here, then.”
And that was it. Yasuo could barely hold back his laugh when he raised Ahri up with both arms, using his foot to close the door as soon as they were inside.
“Yasuo!” But Ahri didn’t care, her own giggles made his heart warm up and his body relax. She held him for dear life, looking behind them while Yasuo took her to the bed, dropping Ahri as if she was a rag doll, making her laugh even more. “You rude!”
“I never promised to be gentle…” His deep and sexy tone probably wasn't deep and sexy enough, because it only made Ahri laugh even louder, yellow eyes closing with tears in it. “What? Didn’t like it?”
“Oh, I love it when they’re brute and rough and oh so strong with me.”
“... Meh, then I might have some bad news for you.”
Every single laugh that reached his ears, made Yasuo feel more and more at peace. He sank his own face on her neck, kissing her voice away and leaving marks as Ahri calmed down. Hands also working, as he slid his fingertips on the soft skin of her back, feeling the considerable amount of fur she had there. Carefully tracing the base of her tails, going all the way down to her underwear, not taking it off yet.
Ahri slowly came to a stop, only to hold him against herself, nails back to his scalp. Yasuo would never get tired of that feeling, grunting when she held his head with one hand, while the other went down to the lace of her dress on her back, undoing it with one stumbled sequence of motions. Enough for Yasuo to take his hands away from under her skirt, reaching for the white sash that held the piece together.
“I don’t mind if you’re not rough.” Ahri replied, and Yasuo looked up at her as her dress came loose on her body. “I just want you. For a while now, actually.”
“I didn’t notice…” And his truth made Ahri giggle, sliding the straps down her shoulders; her chest visible now, in an invitation that made Yasuo sink his face deep in her cleavage, mumbling his words. “Sorry for leaving you wanting…”
“Don’t be.” Ahri replied as she held his head in place, letting Yasuo's hands pull the straps down until her dress rested around her waist, fully exposing her upper body to his eyes and mouth. “I actually like it. It’s cute.”
“‘Cute’.” Yasuo mumbled, rolling his eyes as he got up, basking in the view: perked light brown nipples, breasts big enough to fall on her sides. She looked real with her breathing making them move slightly. She looked appetizing, catching his attention, turning his brain into a mushy amount of nothingness. She looked hot, staring at him with mesmerizing melted-golden eyes. “You’re cute, I’m just… A mess.”
“I think that being a mess makes you cute.” Ahri’s sweet voice made Yasuo look up, and both of them blushed to the reality of their doings. It felt too intimate for a second, too personal. When she took her hands to also get rid of his scarf, Yasuo didn’t move until it was past his head, down to the ground, leaving both chests naked for the other. “... We won’t go back if we cross this line. Does it scare you?”
“... Not as much as it should.” Yasuo replied, hands back to her thighs, wrapping them around his hips. “Does it scare you?”
With another giggle, Ahri pulled him down, locking her legs on Yasuo’s body and kissing him deeply. The excitement of the moment cooling down to a slow tongue kiss - warming up when the first moan painted the air. Yasuo could feel Ahri’s breasts on his chest, kissing her more and more, until they parted away to breathe.
A second of silence crossed their mouths before the first peck, followed by a second, and then, a third. Yasuo let go of the soft flesh of Ahri’s thighs to reach for her dress again, pulling it down and helping her kick it off, without having to break away from the embrace. Then, he went for his belt, undoing it to throw anywhere.
When their kiss broke again, Yasuo didn’t wait to lower his lips, tongue licking Ahri’s neck, collarbone, chest, then wrapping around a nipple. He looked up in time to catch her soft gasp, eyes now black, just like the hair spread all over the two pillows her head rested on; both her ears down, making her look cute. Yasuo sucked on the button, pulling it before letting go just to mouth it again, tracing his tongue around the hard tip.
One of his hands soon reaching for the other breast, squeezing as much as he could, before using his thumb to play with the nipple. And slowly, Ahri’s gasps became gentle moans, making Yasuo grunt while his own hardness pressed on the mattress, begging for some attention. Instead, he focused on Ahri’s pleasure first, letting go of her boob to kiss her ribs, down to her belly, until he reached her bellybutton.
“Spread your legs for me, please.” He asked in a whisper as his mouth deployed kisses on her womb, watching as Ahri nodded and parted her thighs, raising her butt for Yasuo to pull her underwear down. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome…”
When Yasuo looked down, he felt his dick throb, his face burn, and his mouth water. He had never imagined… So far. Maybe some wandering thoughts about how her body was, out of pure curiosity and silently growing need. He was busy falling in love with her being, while fighting a crazy king, he genuinely never imagined them fucking, much less her most private parts.
But now, he looked at her slit with need and desire. Her hairs as dark as the ones that took over her head, ears and legs, covering a pink, gentle flesh that made Yasuo starve. So passing his arms under her legs, he held on her waist with one hand, while the other wrapped around one of her tails, keeping her in place.
The taste soon hit Yasuo’s tongue, and all he could think about for a second, was how he missed eating pussy. The tip of his tongue going down to her hole, while the rest of it pressed against her inner lips, lapping up to her clit with a long hum that made Ahri moan and move in surprise; her hand once again in his hair.
“Fuck, Yasuo!” She sounded heavenly needy, bucking her hips upwards, sliding on his mouth. “F-fuck…”
A prideful happiness made Yasuo’s ego reach the sky. He smiled devilishly, sinking his face down and locking her in place. Ahri tried to move, but his hands made it hard for her to do so, and instead, only allowed her cunt to stay still as he ate her pussy like her most obedient devotee.
Tongue tracing inner lips, before his lips closed around her clit, kissing it in a wet demonstration of skills. Yasuo was aware of his own sexual capacities. He had experience, although not with lovers, but still knew his limits. Yasuo couldn't deny his somewhat bad active capacities, but that didn’t mean he had to suck at eating pussy as well. So humming to cause vibrations, he kissed down to her hole again, sliding his hand on her belly with a soft pressing weight, down until his fingers found her cunt, parting the outer lips, exposing everything to his own wants.
“O-oh my… Holy spirits, Yasuo, d-don’t stop…” Ahri’s eyes rolled, as she insisted on moving herself, now that he didn’t hold her so much. Her hands pushing his head down while Yasuo made his way in with his tongue, making sure that his mouth still rubbed against her sensitive clit. “Y-you said… Ah, that you w-were ‘meh’...”
“Well...” Yasuo smiled again, pleasing in the words that left Ahri’s mouth, while ignoring the intense feeling of arousal that made his dick hard as fuck inside his pants. “I’m not entirely bad as well…” He licked her whole cunt with his tongue flat, loving the line of wetness that connected her core to his needy tongue and lips, before breaking their contact fully. “I appreciate the female pleasure too. Even more than my own, I’d say...”
“Such a… Gentleman…” Her words sounded choked, but still made Yasuo huff a laugh, before going down on her again. “Gods, it’s been so long s-since… Ugh!”
She was shaking slightly, moving after anything he could give her. Yasuo was sure he could drown himself between her legs - and would do so with a smile on his face, if Ahri hadn't overcame his arms’ strength and wrapped her thighs around his head first. Thick, soft and hot. He moaned as he thrusted his hips down on the bed, fake fucking the mattress while his tongue danced on Ahri’s cunt, and his fingers left red marks on her hips and ass.
But she couldn’t cum. At least, not yet. So with all the strength he had, Yasuo held her legs and parted them enough for him to get up under her complaints and desperate grasp.
“Go back!” She ordained, but Yasuo just stared at her, opening his own pants. There was a moment without words, as he pulled them down and went for his own erection, spitting and rubbing his dick slowly, in a lust-moved action. Ahri just gazed, breathing heavily, letting her legs fall apart, spread open for him; voice changing as she broke the silence. “... Can I suck it?”
“You don’t have to–”
“Oh, please.” But before Yasuo could even process, Ahri was sitting on the bed, reaching down to wrap her finger around his base, using the other to hold her hair back. Yasuo's eyes went wide open in a mute surprise, staring at Ahri’s face and basking in her pools of darkness; her ears perked now, making Ahri look hungry. “Come here.”
Without a fight, Yasuo just gasped soon as her lips wrapped around his tip, sucking the droplets of precum that rested there, before pushing more in. He then moaned, letting her do her things, reaching for the black waterfall of hair that covered her back.
Yasuo could feel the warmth of her mouth around his dick, the softness of her inside cheeks rubbing on his hardness, and above it all, the tempting danger of her fangs sliding on his meat, as Ahri pushed half in, then out, making a soft pop sound when she backed away.
He would die. Yasuo couldn’t think, much less remember when was the last time someone gave him such good head, but he could pretty much moan her name and buck his hips to meet her own work, slowly fucking her face as Ahri held the base in place.
“F-fuck…” Yasuo grunted then moaned again, feeling her choke as he hit the back of her throat. The sound worried him a bit, and as strongly as he could, Yasuo backed away, trying to say the words that rested in his mouth. “S-sorry, I lost–”
“Please, again…” Ahri smiled at him the same way he did earlier: with dirty malice, while her tongue danced around his head and her lips left a peck on the dripping tip. “Do as you please, I don’t mind…”
Yasuo grunted, looking down at her smiling face, watching as Ahri took him back to her mouth. She sucked and licked, spreading spit all over his hard dick. The sly smile not vanishing even when she focused on pleasuring him, and moaning with a needy desire, Yasuo did as she asked him to, holding her hair and slowly pushing into her throat. Again, Ahri choked, but she didn’t back away, instead finally letting go of her smile just to look at him with her infinite sharp eyes. He kept moving carefully, loving it when she put it out just to lick from base to top, mouth wet with his own juices now.
That was sick, in a certain way. Sick how he loved to hold her hair, how he loved the feeling of her fur among his fingers, when he slid his hand to the back of one of her ears. Sick how he felt addicted to her face while she bobbed her head, eyes closed as if he was something equally divine to be tasted. Sick how he wanted more of those sharp fangs and dangerous teeth ever so slightly touching his sensitive skin.
Sick how he fell in love with her even more and more and more….
“Ahri…” Yasuo moaned, watching as Ahri pulled his dick out again, licking his base until his hairs were now touching her nose, eyes staring at him with a begging lust while her hand jerked him good. “I-I don’t want to cum now… Stop...”
“But it feels good…” She murmured with a dirty smile, licking to his tip again, before letting go and laying back down on the bed. Yasuo just watched as her boobs bounced, her hair all around again, her tails taking the space left on the one person bed. Ahri smiled, a clawed finger going to her mouth, whipping away a bit of the thick spit that she so pridefully licked. “Okay, the best part, now?”
“I appreciate the way you trust me so blindly…” Yasuo gathered himself together, finally getting rid of his pants then heading back to between Ahri’s legs. He still smiled, leaning down on her, holding himself up with one hand, while the other traced to Ahri’s cunt; two fingers sliding on the wet skin, parting lips, sinking deep in her, making Ahri gasp. “... And the way you feel too…”
Before she could answer, Yasuo leaned down to kiss her deeply but slowly; his fingers moving in and out, careful and yet, precise. Ahri’s nails tracing his back so sharply, that Yasuo couldn’t help a moan, breaking the kiss to lean his forehead on hers. The smile on Ahri’s face made his dick throb, so Yasuo went for a new kiss to focus on something that wasn't cumming.
She was wet, dripping even. And warm. Her cunt sucking him in, making Yasuo imagine how she would feel with him inside. Fingers reaching for a sensitive spot he knew about, only stopping when Ahri missed a thin moan, hands firm on the hairs on his nape.
“Shit!” Her cursing against his lips alongside the sharpness from her fangs, was almost enough to drive Yasuo crazy. “F-fuck, stop– Ugh! T-teasing me!”
“No, why would I?” He still had the guts to murmur back, sinking his face between Ahri’s neck and shoulder, as his fingers fucked her between her thighs. “You look so good when you’re a mess.” And when he didn't get a reply, Yasuo felt victorious, smiling against Ahri’s soft skin, before sucking and biting her collarbone, tracing to her throat, jaw, chin and then mouth again. Just a peck, enough for him to taste her kisses once again. “... Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Just fuck me already, Yasuo.” Ahri spat out, sounding as desperate as he had ever heard; as he had ever felt from such a calm and elegant woman. “I need you inside me now…”
It was hard to deny such a thing, but equally hard to ignore his fear of failing. She was godly, and he was… Just her bodyguard. There for the night, leaving as soon as the sun was up. No promises to come back but the nurturing wishes for such a thing. Yasuo knew he could not reach her standards, and still, she begged for him to fill her as if he wasn’t the empty one.
As his fingers slided out, Yasuo tried to ignore that bad burning in his heart, and focused on the good one. Her eyes so infinite, staring deep into his soul. Ahri smiled as an invitation and moaned as a provocation, letting her sharp teeth trace red lines on her own lips. Yasuo leaned down, kissing Ahri again, his hand holding the base of his dick, the tip feeling her wetness.
She asked for him to fuck her. No more questions needed then. Yasuo focused on it, as he pushed in, watching Ahri breathe deeply, eyes closed, mouth agape. His own brain turning into a mass of nothingness, while her cunt massaged and held him in in a warm and soaked embrace.
He felt like bursting already. Like cumming. So holding back, Yasuo stopped as soon as he fit himself fully in, trying to focus his attention on anything but the woman under his body. The water outside, crashing on their ship; the far away noises of what could be gunshots or fireworks, in that damn ruleless place; her slow moan as Ahri felt every single inch of his cock inside her, like he was just perfectly made for her.
“Fucking finally…” She still had the guts to mumble, head leaning against the pillows, while Yasuo kept his eyes closed and his hands on the bed. The following seconds of silence took years from her experience and gave them to him like it was nothing; and just when Ahri traced his back with her claws, that Yasuo allowed air into his lungs, moaning as deeply as she had before. “... F-feeling good, baby boy?”
“I could cum right now…” He spat it out in a huff, facing the fact that all that drinking and self pity, took some things from his body, after all. Still, Ahri held him close, laughing as if he had just told her the most amazing joke ever. “W-why the giggles?”
“You’re just… Silly…” Ahri murmured, biting her lips while their soft movements made her feel as stuffed as she has been for a while. “I don’t… Care if you cum now…” Ahri’s words fell on Yasuo’s shoulders, and he gazed up at her like a lost dog, drinking on her alcohol tinted words. “I’m here for you. With you. If… You cum now, well… You’ll only have to work on me more, later…”
“I want to work on you now…” Yasuo moved, pulling out just a little, before sinking back in. His dick wet and warm and good, so deep inside Ahri’s body. His brain wrapped around her gentle words, and if Ahri told him she used her charm to keep him calm, Yasuo would blindly believe so. “I-I just… Need a second…”
“Okay…” Her breathless whisper made Yasuo sigh deeply as well, his dick sliding out just to slide in again, basking in the feeling of her cunt. With all the inner strength he had, Yasuo got slightly up on one of his arms, using the other to hold Ahri’s waist as if she was made of pure white gold. “Y-Yasuo…”
He didn’t reply, instead leaning in for another shushing kiss, and then going back to his position. Yasuo looked down as he moved, watching Ahri’s belly move with his own thrust, her moans weak to his doings. The pure picture of emotional lust, while he moved a little faster, tasting the waters.
Ahri gasped, spreading her legs and taking a hand to her own clit, toying with it while Yasuo pushed deep inside her cunt. Hot, intense, making his brain go nuts and empty at the same time. How could she be so perfect? He wanted to make her his lover - but how could he? When his own being was so deprived of the basic capacity of loving himself?
Yasuo lost his rhythm because of those thoughts, cursing lowly enough for Ahri to hear; a hand coming to his face, cradling his cheek.
“It’s okay…”
“I k-know…” He knew. She just told him. Yasuo calmed down his lungs, moving his hips gently away, then pushing back in. He did it again, and then again, and a fourth time, watching as Ahri gasped silent words, moaning while he kept up with his moves. She liked that. Liked him rough. Liked him raw. “More?”
“M-more…” And so Yasuo gave her more; a hand keeping Ahri in place, the other playing with the tip of one of her tails, tangling under their sex.
He was hers for the night, so he had to make it right. Had to give her a reason to dream of meeting again. Had to show her how much he cared for her, just like she cared for him. Yasuo leaned his forehead on Ahri’s, each time hitting with more strength than before. Their moving shaking the bed woods, making the noises fill in the air.
Ahri moaned, louder and louder, and Yasuo would be lying to say he didn’t moan as well. She felt tight, she felt perfect. Her meat wrapped around his own, locked in that sensual embrace. With an open palm, he traced from her hips to one of her boobs, squeezing it good, fingers pinching the nipple. Ahri moaned against his mouth, moving her chest upward in a request for his tongue, and so Yasuo gave her it, sucking her nipple until the tip felt as hard as his dick.
“F-fuck…” She murmured, and Yasuo went back to her lips as if she had begged him to do so, grunting when a pair of sweet sharp fangs held him for a little longer, before letting him go. “M-more, Yasuo…”
“I’ll give you more…” And so he gave, going faster, rougher. Stronger. So needy and desperate for anything and everything that he could take from her body - that she was so freely giving him, out of everyone else. “I-I promise I’ll give you s-so much more…”
The sound of flesh against flesh made it real, taking the senses out of Yasuo’s brains. He fucked and squeezed and when he felt her nails dig on his back, cutting him open, he moaned. Her legs soon trapping him between her thighs, her hand that still played with her clit, now rising to his mouth, giving him a sweet taste of her slicky arousal. And Yasuo sucked on them, getting drunk in her needs, feeling as Ahri pushed down her hips to meet his own.
Then another kiss. Deep, needy, hungry. Ahri bit him again, and Yasuo grunted back just to kiss her more, as if they were competing, and he didn’t want to lose. The surprise that took over her body was soon met with another gulped down moan, their mouths separating just enough for them to breath; just enough for Yasuo to sink his thumb into Ahri’s mouth, watching her suck on it.
No words exchanged as Yasuo guided his own saliva-covered touch to her slit, rubbing circles around her clit, making Ahri moan loud.
“G-gods! Oh… Fuck, Yasuo…” She held his face with both hands again, leaving piercy red lines among his stubble that Yasuo couldn’t care less about. “S-so good…”
“Good?...”
“G-good…” Ahri leaned her head back, and Yasuo went for her neck. He was burning, but so was she - and Yasuo would make sure Ahri would burst before him. “I’m… S-so… More, more, more…!”
She was breathless, she was hot. Yasuo could see it in her rolling eyes and open mouth; hard nipples and wet cunt. He kept fucking, focusing his mouth on her collarbones, up to her neck, down to her breasts. On her needy cries and violent nails. On the marks he left on her, and on the marks she left on him.
And when her moans lost rhythm, and Ahri could barely say his name, Yasuo gave in to his own needy pleas, messing up to whatever his hips could offer when she tightened around his dick, squeezing and pumping him good with her orgasm. When he came, Yasuo was sure he saw stars inside her bedroom, and a burning red light in her eyes.
He didn’t think about how he filled her, spilling his own pleasure inside Ahri. But he thought about how soft she was, how warm and perfect it felt to have her nectar all over his dick. Yasuo moaned, then grunted, every single thrust milking him empty, until his hips could move no more, and all that was left was the heavy breathing of both their lungs, echoing between their naked bodies for a while.
Yasuo fell on Ahri like she was his personal meat pillow, secretly loving how she complained with a soft huff but didn’t push him away. They laid there for what felt like forever, but could easily be just a few minutes; his body only moving when he felt Ahri tracing his back with her claws, gently poking him away.
“You’re… Heavy.”
“Sorry…” Letting his body fall sideways, Yasuo carefully pushed her tails aside, feeling a few of them wrapping around his limbs, while the others just gave space away.
“Don’t be.” When they looked at each other, gaze meeting for the first time after their orgasms, Ahri giggled, biting her lower lip and leaning on her own arm, before taking one of her hands to his face, thumb touching his - now - sore lips, cuddling the red lines her teeth left behind. “... I’ll miss you.” Yasuo stared at her, thinking about their previous talk, mind back to her as Ahri kept talking. “But I’ll be patient.”
“I might take a while to come back.”
“I don’t mind it - I’ll be here, researching the Vesani.” Yasuo smiled when Ahri did it as well, a hand to her hips, as her tails also held him closer. Not exactly an embrace, but enough to make them both feel… Comfortable. Cared for. Loved. “And if you ever come back… I’ll be pleased to welcome you.”
Yasuo laughed at the silly joke, getting closer to Ahri until their lips met again. He wasn’t sure if he could do that, after all they did and promised not to do, but he still kissed her with… Love. Gentle, caring, cuddling her in his arms. And when she kissed him back the same way, Yasuo felt like maybe, maybe, dreaming about an easier life with her, in a broken-healing island, wasn’t a bad idea, after all.
“I’ll try my best.” He promised her, but above it all, to himself. “I'll be back to you.”
“I know you will.”
They didn't sleep right away, but eventually, Ahri gave up to sleep. Yasuo took in those minutes, panting her face into his brain. Memorizing his… Lover one last time, before stopping fighting, and finally, falling asleep again - this time, with a bit of positive hope warming the blood in his veins.