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I DO NOT OWN FIRE FORCE OR PROFIT OFF THIS WORK.This chapter will contain spoilers of Fire Force, please don’t read if you haven’t seen the anime/read the manga. Takes place after Shinra and the others come back from the Chinese Peninsula.
TW: mentions of trauma, abuse. Minors Do not read. Will contain smut.
-Smoothie Time-
Lisa was a strong woman.
Vulcan knew this, he knew it the day he met her.
He could never forget. He found her outside in the rain, cold, shivering, crying. She was really like a stray cat, and Vulcan thought for sure, whatever had happened, she was going to be a delicate being, easily hurt and scratched. But when he had finally managed to take her in, cover her in scruffy workshop blankets and offer his best cup of hot cocoa, when he wiped away her tears with his cleanest rag and gently dried her wet hair, he saw the faintest spark in her eyes. And then, despite the broken state he found her in, she smiled in the warmest way, it felt like he was being pampered by her.
He had to remind himself of that day, many times, because after he got her back from the clutches of Dr Giovanni and the White clad, she seemed broken. She spent the first couple weeks huddled in the white sheets of the hospital bed, barely able to clutch the hot cocoa he would bring her every morning. The first couple days she could barely look him in the eye. He kept bringing her those hot cocos, kept telling her how things were going in the unit, anything positive, keeping any mentions of the white clad out of conversation. And soon, she started joining in on those conversations. Little ramblings turned into long talks and playful flirts, and finally, just to prove Vulcan’s opinion right, she was back to her old self.
He was so happy he could kiss her.
And he did, many times. No one knew but some had their suspicions. Back at the shop they would flirt all the time, but never really went anywhere. But when she was rescued, they finally confessed to each other, and now they had little, rather, intimate moments. Some pecks on the cheek, hand holds, touching foreheads. Not too much, not too little. He didn’t want to push it, not when she was still recovering.
But Lisa was a strong woman.
She was a smart woman too. And she knew he was holding back. So one day, when she was making a smoothie with one of his new contraptions, she decided to push her luck.
“Hey Vulcan, I think this smoothie needs more mango, can you get me some? Theres some chunks in the freezer.” She asked, filling a glass full of the newly made drink.
It was really just a banana purée with some yogurt and ice and honey. She wondered if Vulcan noticed the holes in her request as there wasn't any mango in there to begin with. But he did not. Vulcan, in the clouds by the fact that Lisa was finally out of her hospital room and in the kitchen by her own accord, was all too cheery to notice. He simply grinned so much his eyes closed and walked right past her to get the mango chunks.
“S’more mangos coming right up m’lady” He sang. He was just too cheery around her. It made Lisa blush at his cute cringyness. But she had some tricks up her sleeves. Today she wanted more than a peck on the cheek, and hell she was gonna get some.
Vulcan turned around still smiling like a goblin, the pack of mango chunks in hand. But as soon as he faced her, his smile quickly vanished, replaced by some wide eyes and a mouth slightly agape. Lisa had taken a sip of her drink, and decided to let some of the smoothie fall past her lips and drip down her chin, little drops landing on her chest, slowly running into the groove between her tits.
“You want a sip?” she asked, voice suddenly sultry and dripping with honey. She moved the glass towards him, not getting much of a reaction. He was focused watching the smoothie drops, watching her finger gently run up her chin and collecting the spilt juice, going past her lips. She suckled at her finger and swallowed the juice, letting her finger go with a wet pop, and swiftly finishing the action by licking her lips.
“L...Lisa” he muttered, still unaware of the glass of smoothie hovering near his face, slack jawed.
“Vulcan..?” She asked, innocently. He blinked and looked back at her, brought back out of his trance.
“Huh? What?”
“You wanna taste?” She asks again, and the sound of it goes straight to his crotch.
He sighed. “Lisa… What are you doing?” he leaned on the counter, crossing his arms, letting his eyes close, trying to ground himself and stop thinking any filthy thoughts. She had played the cards just right, having that white smoothie that looked a hell lot like something else, leaking all over her. What the hell was she thinking?
“What do you mean? I just made a smoothie don’t you wanna try it?” she plastered the most innocent pout on her face she could muster, and stepped closer to the hulking man. “Come on… don't you..” She took in a breath, worried she was going too far with this. “Taste my smoothie?”
She leaned closer to him, letting the glass press against his lips. He opened his eyes and gave her a glare, but it quickly turned to a lustful gaze, and then back to a tired one when he finally reached for the drink and took a sip. She watched as he tipped his head back and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He looked back down, at the drink, brows slightly knit.
“It’s just..banana puree..?” he asked, confusion setting in. She giggled and set her arms on either side of him, leaning forward even more.
“I know.”
His eyes widened as he put the two and two together, realizing she did this on purpose.
It was awfully quiet for a moment. Both staring at each other, the clock ticking by like a heartbeat. Lisa felt her heart pounding, her hand fidgeting, the awkward tension fermenting like vinegar.
And then, Vulcan moved. His big, calloused hands grabbed her waist, fingers flexed and pushing into her abdomen, and he yanked her flush against him, his lips smashing on hers in a deep exhale. His hand traveled up her roughly, reaching for her hair and twisting it into his palm. He deepened the kiss and let his tongue press against hers, a wet sound echoing. She whimpered, he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. “Lisa…” He huffed, changing their positions so that she was caged between the counter and him. He pulled back.
“You don’t want this” he breathed, his eyes averted, trying not to give into what clouded his mind.
“I do” Lisa put her arms around his neck and leaned in, pressing her lips back to his and rocking her hips towards him.
“You’re still recovering” he sighed.
“So?” she wheezed, trying not to sound so aggravated. “I’ve been wanting this for so long. I want to feel good again! I need you!” She huffed, grinding her hips. “Vulcan. Make me feel good. Please.”
Vulcan grit his teeth, losing his composure. “Get on the counter, spread your legs.”
Lisa’s confidence suddenly faltered.
“Here?”
“You wanted it, you’re gonna get it. Right here, right now.” He placed his hands back on her hips and lifted her up, placing her onto the cold marble and ripping off her pants. Lisa gasped, and Vulcan wasted no time. Immediately he dove between her legs, already heavy with arousal, and started quick licks, each one directly onto her clit. She cried out, taken by surprise by his sudden change in demeanor.
“Quiet! Do you want to get caught?” He growled, his mouth still close to her core. He placed a hand onto her mouth, covering it and her mewls cut short. It was intense, passionate. The way he was able to perfectly lick stripes right where it itched the most, the way he slid his hand up her braless shirt and gripped onto her left tit, hard. She felt the sore pressure on her mound of flesh under his arm, the nerves suddenly coursing with hot pleasure. It ached. It tickled. It was hot, warm, burning and like fire. She could almost see fire. It was all so much. She didn’t want it to stop. Lisa kept moaning Vulcan’s name in a hushed whimper, strangled, a sound that egged the man on. His crotch was pressing hard against the confines of his pants, the zipper a painful reminder that he could barely stand.
But he was drunk on her.
The months of waiting, and now finally he could taste that musky fluid between her legs, all for him. It was exhilarating for him. The way her smooth, silky folds felt against his wet muscle, the taste, the whimpers she would let out whenever he felt that little nub. She was squirming, his mind went to all the things he could do to her, make her squirm more. How her walls would feel fluttering around his cock instead of his fingers.
And those fingers.
She knew they could work machines. They could press buttons. But hell, could they press her buttons. Thick, calloused, slowly curling into her and pressing that place that made the pressure go up and her muscles quiver.
Her eyes were watering by this point. How long has it been. Ten minutes? One minute? Thirty? The pressure was steadily building. At this point she wouldn’t even care if someone walked in on them. She just wanted him to bring her to that point, for him to stuff her with his-
There was a loud THUNK as the door to the main hall thudded closed, the sound of a jacket unzipping, a fireman after a long day at work.
Vulcan promptly retrieved his fingers, moving away from her core and looking back at her teary eyes, face dusted with red.
“No!” She squeaked.
And then Vulcan Smirked!
That smirk when he just got an idea, finished a machine or invention, got through a test run. He lifted his fingers and slowly licked the thick liquid off, one by one, all while looking down at the breathless woman below.
“Meet me upstairs in my quarters in ten minutes. We’re not finished.” He says, his voice barely breaking her back to reality.
She watched him leave, now her jaw agape. She slowly got back to her feet, finding her underwear and pants, hands trembling as she put them back on, her legs having a hard time keeping her up. Down the hallway, some voices echoed. “Hey Shinra! My latest creation is in the kitchen. You should try it out!”