♯ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ 🍋

Nyon gritted his teeth, pulling Y/N into their shared bedroom. The door slammed open, revealing a nervous Nyon exiting. Nyen bumped his shoulder, a pointed warning to not disturb them. He pushed Y/N onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You've been teasing me with that damn hat and skirt," he huffed, a strange mixture of anger and arousal simmering within him. He remembered a time she'd walked out wearing his hat and shirt-a moment he'd let slide, choosing not to kill her for the audacity of touching his clothes. Now, he observed her nervous gaze, the faintest blush rising on her cheeks. The tension in the air crackled, thick and heavy with unspoken desires and simmering resentment. His anger warred with a burgeoning attraction, a complex dance of emotions playing out on his face.

He grumbled, his lips finding her neck in a series of aggressive yet tender nips and bites. Y/N moaned, her sensitive skin reacting to his sharp teeth. Her fingers dug into the sheets, a soundless cry of pleasure. Noticing her reaction, he gently guided her arms around his neck, continuing his assault on her skin while his other hand, tipped with slow, sharp claws, crept down towards her skirt. "You really like pushing my buttons," he huffed, the words a quiet, seductive growl. Slowly, deliberately, he raised her shirt, revealing her bra. His teeth found her collarbone, a tender bite followed by a more insistent nip. With his free hand, he deftly unclipped her bra, the movement smooth and practiced. The air crackled with anticipation, the unspoken promise of more to come hanging heavy between them.

He shrugged off his shirt, revealing a muscular, fit physique that made Y/N blush even deeper. She instinctively covered her face, her fingers splayed across her cheeks, overwhelmed by the sight of him undressing before her.

"You can't undress yourself? Pfft," he smirked, his eyes lingering on her face hidden by her hands. His sharp claws, slow and deliberate, snaked towards the strings of her bra. "So shy, and yet you let yourself be so free in front of someone...how naive, and yet how stupid of you," he cooed into her ear, his breath warm against her skin as she instinctively covered her exposed chest, embarrassment flooding her features.

"Such a shy little mouse," he hummed, his gaze dropping to her hands before swiftly snatching them, pinning them above her head on the bed. She yelped, a mixture of shock and embarrassment escaping her lips as she felt utterly exposed. He scoffed, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Always teasing me with the jump, always," he murmured, his hand gently cupping and squeezing her breast. The unexpected gentleness of his touch made her breath catch in her throat.

She bit her lip, shyly watching as his nails moved with deliberate slowness towards her panties, expertly pulling them away. "What's there to be embarrassed about? I get all the chances to see you in this state," he grinned, his gaze drifting down to her stockings. "Maybe these can stay on," he purred, noticing the matching stockings and skirt.

"Look how pink you are, and I haven't even started," he said, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he noted her shy gaze averted, her upper body exposed, her blush deepening. She shut her eyes at the sound of his pants zipping. "Are you this scared?" he grumbled, a hint of something akin to tenderness in his voice. Y/N embarrassedly shook her head, even though the truth was far from it. A warmth bloomed between her legs, a subtle tingling sensation in her clitoris that caused her to blush even further and bite her lip. She couldn't help but notice how thick the tip of his member was, "Wait, wait... I'm scared," Y/N finally managed to whisper, the words barely audible. He looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You're lucky. I'll make sure to claim you as mine...and be gentle," he huffed, the words a promise and a threat all at once. His fingers, slow and deliberate, traced the outline of her slit, gently rubbing around the sensitive area to help her adjust to his touch. She shyly bit her lip, her body tensing in anticipation, a mixture of fear and excitement warring within her.

The entire process was a study in slow, deliberate gentleness. He patiently waited, giving her the time and space she needed to feel comfortable. And let me tell you, he was well-endowed-long, but not overly thick or thin; just enough to nearly fill her completely. The perfect balance.

She nodded, giving him the silent permission he sought. As he began to move, a wave of warmth spread through her, a pleasant pressure building inside her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds escaping her, but shy moans and soft whimpers betrayed her efforts. He increased the pace, his rhythm steady and strong, eliciting louder, more urgent sounds from her. He shifted her into a missionary position, going deep enough to bring a mixture of pleasure and pain, a delicious ache that made her whine, her body arching to meet his.

"Moan my name, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. She obeyed, her name escaping her lips in a series of breathless moans as he moved within her. He grunted, the sound raw and primal, wrapping her arms around his back as he increased the pace. Her moans intensified, becoming louder, more desperate. Her nails dug into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks as she held on for dear life, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck," he bit his lip, the word a raw expression of his own pleasure. He pulled out, stroking himself a few times before releasing his semen onto her chest and stomach. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a muttered curse escaping his lips as he collapsed onto her, almost lost in the aftermath of their shared climax. "Are you hurt?" he mumbled against her chest, his voice thick with exertion. She shook her head, utterly exhausted. "Well, let's make sure you don't smell like sweat and shit," he muttered, unwilling to admit the tender aftercare he was providing.