Ryan x Diamond (Spicy)

The plush velvet curtains of the hotel room were drawn, casting a warm, intimate glow across the space. Outside, the city was a symphony of muted sounds, a stark contrast to the charged silence within. Diamond, her black hair cascading over her shoulders with that single, vibrant blue lightning bolt streak glinting under the soft light, stood before the full-length mirror. She adjusted the delicate straps of her crimson lace lingerie, a stark contrast against her pale skin. Tonight was for her and Ryan, and she had every intention of making it unforgettable.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. A smile tugged at her lips. "Come in, Ry," she called, her voice husky with anticipation.

The door opened, and Ryan Himura stepped in. His white and grey hair was slightly tousled, framing his grey eyes that held a familiar intensity that always made Diamond's heart thrum. He was dressed in a dark, almost brooding, shirt that somehow only amplified the contrast of his coloring. He moved with a quiet grace, and her eyes lingered for a moment on the familiar line of his jaw. The air crackled with a tension only they could generate.

"You look..." Ryan's voice was low, almost a growl. He closed the distance between them, his gaze drinking her in. "...breathtaking, Diamond."

"And you," she met his gaze, her blue streak almost shimmering, "look like you're ready to wreak havoc."

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Only in the best of ways, little spark." He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheekbone, sending a jolt of electricity—not her own, but something born of their connection—through her.

"I have a few surprises for tonight," Diamond said, her tone teasing, and moved past him to a small table by the window she had carefully set up with a selection of items. She picked up a length of black silk ribbon and then two blindfolds. "I thought we could have some fun, weather boy."

Ryan took a step closer, his arms encircling her waist. He nuzzled into her neck, his breath warm against her skin. "I'm all yours, Kaminari. You know that." His fingers slipped beneath the lace of her bra, cupping her breast.

The playful banter instantly melted into something more primal. She turned in his arms, her hands tangling in his hair. "I like you when you're possessive, Ry," she whispered, her lips finding his. The kiss was immediate and all-consuming, tongues tangling, and teeth grazing. His hands moved down to her hips, pulling her closer.

"And I like you," he murmured against her lips, "when you're… well, when you're like this" He leaned back, trailing kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Diamond shuddered, her own hands roaming over his back, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Ready to play, sparky?"

Diamond's breath hitched. "More than ready," she breathed. She reached for one of the blindfolds, and without warning, she placed it over his eyes. Then she led him to the bed, pushing him gently onto the mattress.

He laughed, the sound a mix of amusement and anticipation. "My turn?" he asked, his voice thick. He leaned forward and placed his blindfold on her.

"Your turn, weather boy."

The room plunged into a different kind of darkness, sharpening their other senses. She felt his hands on her again, this time sliding the ribbons she'd set out around her wrists, tying them loosely to the bedposts. A gasp escaped her, a thrill shooting through her veins.

"You like that, don't you, Kaminari?" Ryan purred into her ear, his lips following his words down her jawline. He teased the sensitive skin, drawing small whimpers from her.

"Y-yes," she managed, her voice shaky.

His hand trailed down to her thigh, his touch burning through the thin lace of her lingerie. He explored her curves, finding every sensitive spot, making her arch into him. "Tell me what you want, Diamond."

She was beyond coherent thought now, her body humming with need. "Anything… everything," she whispered breathlessly.

He moved to her chest, kissing her, teasing her nipples through the lace. She bucked beneath him, moaning softly. He was relentless, his hands and mouth creating a symphony of sensations that threatened to send her over the edge. He untied her hands and pulled her close, whispering, "You are mine, little spark."

He retrieved a small, smooth vibrator from the table, the cold metal causing her to gasp. He moved it over her clit and watched as she writhed and begged for release. Then he moved his attention to her neck, his teeth sinking in lightly, leaving marks on her tender skin.

"Ryan," she gasped, reaching for him, pulling him closer. He finally moved between her legs, and with a groan of his own, he entered her. The room erupted in a cacophony of breath and moans. He moved in her with powerful, rhythmic thrusts, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the storm building within her, the electricity singing through her veins.

He began to pick up his pace, his grip on her hips tightening. Sparks flew, not just from her, but from the sheer force of their connection. He groaned, a guttural sound deep in his chest. "You're so good, Diamond… so fucking good."

Her body clenched around him, and she shattered, a cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure washed over her. Ryan followed soon after, his own release a raw and powerful force.

They lay in each other's arms, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. The silence was comfortable now, filled with the echoes of their passion. Ryan removed her blindfold and stared down as she opened her eyes.

"You were incredible, weather boy," she said, her hand reaching up to trace the side of his face.

He kissed her softly, his fingers threading through her hair. "And you, little spark, were an absolute wildfire." He brushed the blue streak in her hair with his fingertips, the intensity in his eyes softening. "Happy Valentine's Day, Diamond."

She smiled against him, her heart full. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ryan." The air between them was still crackling, but in a gentler way, a promise of more to come. They were two storms, colliding and creating something beautiful, something powerful, something undeniably theirs.