Feitan x Reader; Tangled in a Web of Spiders

Bait for the Hunters Part 4

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The hot shower did wonders, and you felt much better afterward when you padded out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, finding Feitan sitting on your bed waiting for you.

'Did you finish already?' you asked sitting down next to him.

'He no wake up yet. Rather wait with you.'

'I like that idea.'

You leaned in to kiss him and he gently pushed you down on the bed, rolling on top of you, resting on his elbows so his face was just over yours. He hadn't showered yet, and his hair and clothes had the smell of smoke from the bar still lingering on them, mixing with the soft scent of sandalwood. It was actually not an unpleasant combination.

'You're not angry?' you asked, 'Considering how you felt last time I kind of thought...'

He raised an eyebrow, then shook his head.

'Was angry first, when we find you, but now more proud. You fight back, you bite him.' He leaned closer, dark eyes sparkling, 'Enemy blood taste good, yes?'

You blinked, not sure if he was joking or not.

'It was gross,' you answered truthfully, 'but there was something satisfying about it. But I don't think that had anything to do with the taste though.'

'You no afraid.'

'I was at first. Especially when we found out that we couldn't use nen. That was really frightening.' You thought about it. 'First they hurt Machi, then that bastard got handsy with me.'

Fei tensed, eyes narrowing, 'What he do?'

'Just hands all over, pressing me too close to him. Before, that would have terrified me, frozen me completely, but this time I got angry too. Then he got all smug, telling me how you wouldn't be able to kill him, how he would kill you instead. That's when I bit him,' you confessed, a bit embarrassed.

It had been mostly instinct after all, and even if it had been planned it wasn't really something you wanted to be proud of. Feitan however seemed to think differently and he grinned down at you.

'He wrong. You not lie, I kill him for sure. Slow.'

'Good,' you said, slipping your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. 'So, does that mean you have some time now?'

You bit your lip looking uncertainly at him. No matter what you just said, no matter how you had tried to shrug it off, acting as cool as the others...you knew that what had happened had affected you, probably more than you were willing to admit and you didn't want him to leave, didn't want to be alone. Not right now.

'I mean, I would really want you to stay for a while if you can. I need to feel you...close... To feel safe, to lose myself in you.'

His eyes widened slightly, and you let one hand slide over his cheek, your fingers continuing up through his hair. 'Please stay?'

Instead of answering he just kissed you, deeply and more gently than usual, and you slipped your arms around his back to pull him closer. After some time he disentangled himself from you so he could remove his clothes, and you let your damp towel fall to the floor next to the bed as well.

For once you gently pushed him down on the bed, leaning over him, your breasts resting on his chest. He propped himself up in a half-sitting position against the headboard, and you straddled him, seating yourself on his thighs.

You let your hands caress his cock, alternating the pressure as they slid up and down, squeezing gently, your palm cupping the now throbbing head. He was watching your hands through half-lidded eyes, following their every move as if hypnotized, the occasional small groan leaving his lips. You moved your hips just a little, rocking them against his thighs ever so slowly. Between feeling his steadily hardening cock in your hands and the look on his face, the fire between your legs and the ache for feeling him inside you was already close to being unbearable.