Preface

Ill At Home
Posted originally on the fanfiction.lol at https://fanfiction.lol/works/265.

Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories:
Y/N (reader insert), Hetero (F/M)
Fandom:
Trigun
Relationship:
Legato Bluesummers/Reader
Characters:
Legato Bluesummers, Female Reader
Additional Tags:
Masturbation, Voyeurism, Mutual Pining
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2023-08-10 Words: 375 Chapters: 1/1

Ill At Home

Ill At Home

“Please, please…”

 

Who is Legato to deny her, so elegantly innocent in the shy way she strokes herself with one hand, other one moving to squeeze gently at her breast? His own erection apparent against his jeans, he undoes the zipper and palms at himself, watching her through the crack in the door as she finally finally pulls up her shirt to reveal her bare chest. She pinches a nipple, eliciting a small yelp of excitement from her. The fingers rubbing her clit finally move down to enter her, and her mouth opens in a silent cry. Legato takes the opportunity to wrap his fingers around the leaking tip of his cock, imagining her own hand there, girl staring up bashfully at him and asking “Does that feel good?”

 

He bucks into his hand and tightens his grip on his cock just as the bottom of her palm is grinding against her clit while her fingers are swallowed by her soft heat. And Legato closes his eyes and listens to her moans, imagining that it’s him inside of her, pleasing her properly. Her whines become more frequent as she fucks herself faster, wet sounds of her slick sending electric impulses down Legato’s spine and into his groin as he strokes himself feverishly. He wants so badly to toss open the door and pin her to the mattress as he thrusts deep in one motion. He wants to fill her with every part of him. He needs her to know of him in the closest way one could ever, to lovingly submit and lay content as he stills and spills his seed into her.

 

But dreams were all to be had behind the door and Legato had timed his own release with hers. Both of them stilled, pressing their hands against their mouths as they stifled cries of pleasure. Semen dripped onto his hand, warm and sticky, and he thinks it’d look far better leaking from her pulsing pussy. She pulls her fingers out of her and brings her index finger against her overstimulated clit, hips twitching with each shock that goes through her.

 

“Ah, Legato, please…” She whispers.

 

He hastily stuffs himself back into his pants and vanishes down the other end of the hallway.

Afterword

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