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synopsis: you fell asleep next to pierrot, trusting your boyfrind. but he doesn't trust himself, not when you sleep so peacefully. he can't help but have a taste of your body.
tags: mdni, nsfw, somnophilia, nipple play, kisses, non-con, cunilingus, dry humping, dirty talks.
wc: 1.7k.
pierrot has never been good at reigning his emotions and desires, but as he met you, he tried to be a nice guy, knowing you’ll freak out and run away once he let you know what’s going on inside this little head of his. he’s usually gentle, shy even, he makes sure you feel relaxed and comfortable around him before he starts to act, and, honestly, his thoughtful behaviour reached you.
he agrees to follow your tempo, and it’s a nice surprise, considering how many guys tried to fuck you on the first date. pierrot is a real treasure, a rare gem, he doesn’t seem to have problems with being a good, cute boyfriend who blushes when you take his hand or hug him all of sudden.
but it’s all the act, isn’t it? you trust him, but you don’t know how hard it is to keep his desires in check, to control his throbbing body, to calm down an ache to mark you, claim you and make you his in every way possible.
but, no, he doesn't want to pressure you, he doesn't want to scare you. he will be whoever you want him to be. and if he has to play the role of a shy guy who is afraid to kiss you? so be it. in reality. in cases where you may not approve of his behavior.
but pierrot, besides being willing to pretend to be someone he is not for your sake, is greedy and cunning. he found a loophole. you may be afraid of him when you see him doing something you don’t agree on. but when you sleep? you can't judge him. you can't escape.
the sweets he made for you today were exceptionally delicious. and your shift at work wasn’t easy. so right after eating, you pulled him into the bedroom, where you trustingly fell asleep in his arms. after all, he couldn’t harm you, right? he was your sweet little boyfriend who adores you.
“oh, my lady,” he whispers, making sure you sleep peacefully, because you don’t need to hear that. “you’re so trustful… you shouldn’t be”.
his broad hand, which had been resting on your waist, now slides down to your hip. his smile grows larger and larger as he feels more and more of your silky skin. and you’re not helping yourself, you’re wearing shorts, and god help him because he can’t help himself.
“but… it’s okay, my lady,” he continues whispering tenderly. “you know I won’t ever harm you, my love, but I can make you feel so good if you let me”.
his long, sharp claw digs under the fabric of your shorts, scratching your skin, and you squirm, but he has no intention of stopping. you won't wake up; he made sure you won’t.
“i’ve been dreaming about it, dreaming about feeling your skin, tasting you,” pierrot says, enjoying the way your breath hitches when he slides his claw along the fabric of your panties. “and... you’ve dreaming about it too, my lady?”
he stops to change the posistion, he wants to be able to see all of you, to appreciate every inch of your body. god knows when he’ll have a permission from you... or does he have it now? you don’t protest, and your heavy breath is enough for him. he doesn’t care that you couldn’t say no, he drugged you, but your silence sufficient reassurance.
“you can’t blame me for wanting you, my lady. you’re so adorable. you’re utterly cute and adorable, my love, let me have a bite of your cuteness, please. i promise, you’ll like it, my love, i swear on my life i won’t ever disappoint you,” he assures you, before he slowly looms over your body.
you stiffen in your sleep, but pierrot leans closer anyway. his long, sharp tongue runs a wet trail down your neck, and he whines once he feels your taste. your skin tastes like sweet and innocent, a dangerous mix which makes him grabs the sheets tigher to ground himself.
“my lady... you’re so,” panting, he moves lower and lower, until he bumps into the collar of your shirt. “so mine...”
pierrot doesn’t hesitate to lift your shirt to expose your breasts, bare breasts. you weren’t wearing bra around him, he noticed it a long time ago, but now this fact looks almost sinful. almost like you hoped he’d do something like that once you fell asleep.
“little tease,” pierrot murmurs, sinister smile plasters across his blushing face as he attacks your nipples, sucking them, twirling his tongue around them, and once you let out a soft moan…
he lost this battle against his restraint and remnants of conscience.
leaving kisses, he moves lower and lower. as much as he wants to enjoy with your breasts, he knows he can’t trust himself right now. if he leaves a mark by accident, you’ll find out, and he won’t be able to come up with excuses. pierrot doesn’t want to lose your trust, so he’ll prefer to keep his adventures in secret, for your sake. and for the sake of your relationship.
and once he reached your hips? he doesn't take off your shorts. he presses his lips against your pussy, covered by fabric, and moans pathetically.
he moans in unison with you, because even in your sleep, your body responded to his caresses. and it makes him dizzy. it makes him want to throw his control out of the window and take you, right here and right now, because you clearly wouldn’t mind. you want him as much as he wants you, that’s a fact.
“you’re so wet, my lady, and it’s all for me,” he whispers between long licks, his voice is shaking with emotions and arousement. “that’s right, you’re all mine. no one is allowed to touch you, to taste you. you’re mine, your body is mine”.
not satisfied, pierrot pushes the fabric aside. just enough to touch your wet folds with his lips and draw another moan from you. you fidget, grab the sheets, but don't wake up.
oh, of course you won't wake up.
grabbing your thighs, he presses his claws against your skin, scratching it, and these marks will create problems, but he doesn’t think. he burries his face against your pussy, giggling, moaning, whining, drinking your jucies, relishing the sound of your whimpers.
he knew you’d sound delicisous. but hearing you in reality is even better than he’d ever imagined.
“please, my lady, you’re doing so good... so good for me... so defensless...” he keeps bubbling, his chin and lips are covered by your wetness, and he wants to live here, between your legs.
pierrot hasn’t noticed when he started grinding against the mattress like a dog in heat, but he needs to relish this pressure, he’s painfully hard. and he could use you, he could fuck you, you won’t even notice, but this stupid love and possessive desire to get your consent first drives him crazy.
so instead of it, he dives deeper, he keeps licking you, his tongue moves in fast, chaotic circles, and he barely even thinks about your enjoyment. he’s not sure, but there’s some thing which is called clit, right? he probably needs to find it, somehow, but can he do it without your help? probably not.
after all, it's his first time going down on a girl. he hardly knows anything about... so-called female orgasms.
“i’m sorry, my lady, let me drink you a little more,” he whispers, focused on the way your juices taste on his tongue. “i… fuck, my lady…”
his hips moves quickly and chaotically when he feels wetness on the fabric. he cum from simple friction, in a few minutes, like a complete loser, with his face between your legs. orgasm makes his whole body shake for the first time. and for the first time, he continues to stimulate his cock, bringing himself to overstimulation, while he inhales your scent.
“more, i need more, i... i need it so much, it hurts,” pierrot murmurs, his tongue traces your hole and slides inside, the tightness and warmth of your walls make him shudder, and you moan even louder.
but then he pulls away.
his hands are shaking; his mind is a mess of desire and excitement as he stares silently at your body. here you are, with your legs spread, with your pussy waiting to be ruined by him, but he holds back. as bad as he wants to fuck you, he simply can’t make himself to make a first move.
“i thought first sex is important for people,” he murmurs, hesitatingly reaching your face to caress your cheek. “isn’t it, my lady?”
he recalled moments when you mentioned your inexperience. it happened briefly during your late-night conversations, and pierrot thought about it more than he’d ever admit. you are a virgin, he is a virgin, which means…
and once again, sly, sinister smile appears on his face as he carefully adjusts your shorts and underwear. oh, it would be so good to take you right now. it would be wonderful to take your virginity.
“i want to see your face when you melt beneath me... when i take your virginity and make you completely mine,” pierrot whispers, his voice sounding loving and tremulous, unlike his words. “until then, i’ll wait... but you can’t forbid me from having a taste, right, my lady?”
with superhuman effort, pierrot forces himself to get up, go to the bathroom, and tidy himself up. he doesn’t want you to notice something was amiss. he wants you to keep sleeping calmly every night so he can have a taste of your body.
look at my emergency contact dawg I’m dying
✴︎˚｡ when they find out they're your emergency contact!
a/n: the idiot on a scooter was mammon cause lucifer sold his hellcat to pay back all the money he stole. no ones seen him since 😬 first smau in a while, hope I’m not rusty! c:
a mission goes awry when you're infected with a fever virus...and there's only one way to cure you.
warnings: smut, fem!reader, sometime after re4!leon, sex pollen (kind of), possible dubious consent 'cause it's fuck or die but really everyone here wants to be there and consents heartily, feelings realization, confessions, desperate sex turned tender sex, dry humping, fingering, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), leon kennedy one liners, canon-typical violence, a few sneaky references to other re games/movies, fake science i made up
a/n: picture your favorite leon for this. it was just sex pollen but became lots of plot with sex pollen and mush in the second half. what can i say, i'm a lover at heart. just like leon!
--
It starts with bad intel.
The facility is supposed to be abandoned. No bio signatures on the initial recon scan, no movement from hostiles after an extended stakeout, nothing. An abandoned underground lab for an experimental arm of Umbrella, potentially full of important documents on bioweapons research.
Your mission is to gather as much information as possible, should any of the viruses created there pop up on the black market or worse.
Easy, compared to the shit you're usually assigned.
Leon agrees.
Well, you think he agrees. He treats every mission as seriously as the last. You've grown to appreciate his consistency. It makes him easy to trust, which is essential in this line of work.
He's the best partner you've ever had. Thorough, direct, and smart. He never questions your abilities and relies on you just as much as you rely on him.
And, god. He's kind. Funny, too, when he wants to be. One time on a weeklong stakeout in the middle of nowhere, Argentina, he explained to you, in detail, the plot of The Count of Monte Cristo, all because you said you'd never read it. You hadn't even known he liked to read.
He's hard to crack, though. Professional to a fault, more dedicated to the cause than anyone you've ever met. And he's handsome.
How could you not fall in love with him?
You keep your ever-growing feelings to yourself. Asking him if he feels the same isn't worth ruining your partnership, isn't worth being someone else who wants something from him that he maybe can't give. Not when you can have him this way -- at your side with your life in his hands, his in yours.
In some ways, this is more intimate than any regular relationship you've ever had.
You'd spent the chopper ride here watching him as he looked out the window, even though you knew he felt your gaze. He's always doing that, always taking in everything around him with militant attention. You wonder what he sees that most people don't. Connections, patterns, maybe even beauty. You've never asked. Whatever it is has kept him alive this long. It's kept you alive, too.
And so, the mission.
You drop from a very long hatch into dark, stale air. The ladder leaves your hands aching and your shoulders tight, but there's no time for recovery.
Training takes over. Leon leads, with you at his right flank. Flashlights on, service weapon at the ready.
"Stay sharp," he says.
Sometimes you tease him about it, his constant readiness for a threat. But you feel it this time. Something's not right here, scans be damned.
Flecks of dust and grime float through your bright beams. The corridor ends maybe 15 meters in front of you in a set of metal doors, no windows. The security pad on the left side blinks a dull red.
"Emergency power," you say.
It was in the brief as a possibility but not a guarantee. Leon approaches, and you follow, digging into one of your belt pockets for the access card some other agent had to steal last week for this purpose.
"You want to do the honors?" you ask.
Leon shakes his head. "Be my guest."
The red light blinks green with a hover of your hand, and the unlocking mechanisms creak to life. The doors open slowly with a hiss. You're greeted with a dark lobby, dull yellowish lights lining the base of the walls.
"Must be on throughout," Leon says. Sometimes these places are zoned, or some other needlessly complicated system of power distribution. "Hopefully that means doors will keep opening."
He's still tense, arms outstretched to shine his light into the new space, shoulders taut. You feel it too, a prickle at the base of your neck.
"If not, I'm sure the power systems will be super easy to find with no issues," you say lightly.
He huffs, as close to a laugh as you can hope for at the start of a mission, but it's a win.
"Ready?" he asks.
You dip your chin. He glides into the room, clearing one side as you clear the other. There aren't any signs of disturbance, but that's how it goes with these places. The closer you get to the exit, the more normal it seems -- because all of the horrible things happen behind closed doors.
And no one makes it out.
"Clear," Leon calls. You echo it.
There are two single doors that reveal a bathroom hallway and the security office, as well as a set of double doors that resemble the locked entrance, another keypad glowing red at one side. Leon finds a map of the facility in the office and spreads it on the desk.
"That locked door will take us to an elevator that goes down to the labs," he says, tracing the path with a finger under the beam of his flashlight. "Three of them, all on different levels, connected by staircases instead of the elevator shaft, only accessible by keycard and on the other side of an anti-contamination corridor."
"Isolated," you observe. "In case of an outbreak?"
"It's bare bones compared to the other Umbrella stuff we've seen. This must be really out-there shit. Less resources, less of a footprint, less of an issue when it goes wrong."
You try to commit the map to memory. Leon will undoubtedly fold it into one of his pockets, but it's hard to consult a piece of paper when you're running from a B.O.W..
"Greek," Leon mutters. "More creative than T-virus, that's for sure."
This is just like him, surprising you after countless missions as your partner.
"Do you speak Greek, Leon?"
He shrugs.
"Not really." He tightens the strap on his glove, a cue that he's frustrated. You know most of his tells by now. "I don't know the last one. Fire, maybe?"
"Not really, he says," you tease. "What else are you hiding, Kennedy?"
He rolls his eyes at you, but if the lights were on, you're sure you'd see some pink in his cheeks. Battle-hardened agent he may be, Leon S. Kennedy still blushes for you.
If only...
No. You swallow the pang in your chest and roll your shoulders. "Start with B1 and go down, then loop back up?"
It wouldn't be out of the question to divide and conquer, but the slimy unease dripping down your spine prevents you from suggesting it.
He grunts his agreement, eyes still on the map, frowning.
As a pair, you work so well together because of your communication. It took practice, sure, but now you know each other across a crowded room, through the heat of a fight, in the dark. You don't let things go unsaid.
Well, most things, your traitorous heart says.
"Leon," you say. "It feels off, right? We're missing something."
Blue eyes meet yours. He sighs.
"Yeah," he says. "Guess we just have to find out what."
You can't help it -- you put your hand on his bicep and squeeze just a little, holding his gaze. His fringe hangs in his eyes. In another life, you'd push it back.
"Be careful, okay?" you ask him, faces so close you can feel his breath.
Leon got shot on your second ever mission together. It was a clean wound, through and through, except for the fact that he'd already been shot in that shoulder back in Raccoon City. The bullet fucked up the already fragile joint, so he needed surgery and was benched for six weeks (he was back at your side in four).
There was nothing you could have done. It was nobody's fault. But you felt responsible for waylaying your new partner, who was one of the most well-known agents in the whole damn place, so you went to see him in the hospital to alleviate your guilt.
"They have you with anyone while I'm out?" he asked you.
They did, actually, but hadn't told you who. Leon was troubled by it.
"Well, be careful," he said, as if he didn't trust anyone else to watch your back, even then.
"Only as careful as you," you replied, pointing at his shoulder.
That was the first time you made Leon Kennedy laugh.
Now, it's something you say to each other in the field. A mantra, a reminder, a promise.
Leon gives you a small smile.
"Only as careful as you," he replies, like he always does. We keep each other safe.
You release him and busy your hand at your belt immediately, god forbid you touch him more.
He rolls his shoulders back and checks the chamber of his sidearm.
"Into the depths, huh?"
"Into the depths."
--
Level B1: MENIS
The elevator opens to a dead contamination chamber. Nothing happens as you walk through the three zones where you'd expect to be scanned, doused, and dried. Another set of metal doors opens with a hiss when you tap the keycard. The smell of death hits your nose and makes your eyes water.
There are at least 10 bodies piled on the other side, most of them in pieces.
"Fuck," you curse, sidestepping a caved-in head.
"Looks like the party started without us," Leon says quietly.
"Great," you mutter. "God, that's nasty."
There aren't any claw marks or avid stains or other tell-tale signs of B.O.W.'s you see with this caliber of violence. One look at Leon and you know he's realized the same thing. You tilt your head down the hall. He nods, following your lead deeper into the floor.
Red emergency lights pulse along the base of the walls, illuminating the blood splattered pretty much everywhere. You pass the occasional corpse, most of them so horribly disfigured it's hard to tell if they were staff or test subjects or something else.
There are so many things you want to say, but you keep them to yourself until Leon leads you to the floor's main office. You slide in but don't relax.
"They look like they were torn apart," you say as soon as the door is closed. Leon frowns at you, since you didn't clear the room first, but it's a square office. You can see all the corners from where you're standing.
"I know," he replies. "But no sign of what did it."
You sigh. "So, are you going to tell Hunnigan the location survey was wrong, or should I?"
"I think I've run out of my 'bad news' calls for the year," he says. "That one's all yours once we get topside."
"How generous of you."
Leon smirks. "I'm a giver."
The office is small and the computers are dead. There are papers scattered around, so you divide and conquer.
You find an official logbook. Mostly in-the-weeds science stuff, but you skim until you find a change in handwriting.
LOG #57:
Development continues under new staff. Blood transmission remains the only method that carries enough sample to infect a host; airborne tests were unsuccessful. Vaccine/suppressant formulas abandoned for the time being after we were told that our subject supply would be steady. B2 wants to set one of theirs against one of ours, which seems pointless because any B1 subject will win that fight. B3 is a joke, but they're insistent that it'll work.
No vaccine...that's not good news. But what were they actually testing here? Infecting people with what?
You flip more pages until you find something that makes your blood run cold.
LOG #63:
We've finally gotten a host to survive. B2 and B3 are nowhere near this. We won't be sharing. Their subjects die within hours. B3 is practically useless, anyway. What use is controlling people if they die on you in an hour? But here, we've cracked it. I managed to figure out how to get the virus to work with the host's adrenaline production, stabilizing it into a constant state of fight or flight without short-circuiting the nervous system. If this batch survives the week, we'll ask permission to start on the suppressant. Once we have that, we'll be able to control the whole herd. The future of hostile takeover is here! Now, if only they'd let us out of this fucking dungeon more often…
Holy shit. They were making viruses to infect large populations, to control them. But using what? Changing their brain chemicals, making them reliant on suppressants? Leon told you about this kind of manipulation, how it infiltrated a military unit and even made its way to the White House a few years ago. Who knows how far they got this time?
"Leon," you call, turning with the folder in your hands. "You should look at this --"
You make eye contact and fall silent. He's got his finger over his lips and his gun at the ready.
You toss the papers aside and take your place on the other side of the door.
That's when you hear it.
Groans, grunts, screams. Footsteps -- a lot of them.
He holds your gaze.
Clear the chokepoint, get into the lab rooms down the hall around the corner, make for the stairwell on the other side of the floor.
That's what you'd do, so you know it's what he's thinking, too. No confirmation needed.
The door bursts open. You duck, missing the arms reaching for your neck. It's dark in here, but you rely on muscle memory and gravity to sweep the zombie's legs out from under it and stomp on its head while you fire at the next one.
The attackers are -- well, they look mostly human. But their eyes are wild, blood running down their faces like tears, pink foam and spit dripping from their mouths.
Leon's movements are sharp and decisive. Headshot, parry, twist. Uppercut, knee sweep, headshot. He occupies the air around you like he's magnetized to your movements, always filling the space where you aren't, ceding room when you need it. After hours upon hours of mat practice between the two of you and hundreds of field opportunities to master it, you work together like a well-oiled machine.
It's exhilarating.
You're forced back from the door, but you keep firing, slicing, covering each other. It's essential that you get into the hall sooner rather than later to avoid being trapped in this room.
A zombie rips the arm off another in its attempt to get to you. That's new.
"What the fuck were they doing with this shit?" Leon grunts. He's splattered with blood now. No doubt you are too.
"That's what I was going to tell you before our party of two got crashed," you say between shots.
"They wanted to control people."
"Yeah, this sure looks like control to me!"
"We have to clear it or we'll have to fight through on our way back up."
Leon grunts his agreement. "They're not biting." His aim is true, as always. He downs two, three, four infected. "They just want to rip us apart!"
"We need to go into the hall. Cover me," you say, dodging bloody fingers and sliding through the door. "Switching weapons!"
Your assault rifle is strapped to your back. You holster your pistol and reach around for it, but something catches your jacket and pulls.
The fabric tears. For a split second, you worry your flesh will be next, but then the tug disappears. Leon grunts and he breaks the neck of whatever had you.
You keep your gaze on the approaching pack, maybe 10 or 15 strong. Leon keeps taking them down while you holster your pistol and check the new cartridge.
"Gonna need to reload in a second here," he calls. "Six left. Five. Four --"
"Ready," you shout. Leon stabs a zombie in the neck and walks behind it, using it as a wall against reaching fingers until he's at your side again. He tears his knife free and slides beside you, solid, ready.
You open fire.
That's all it takes. The hallway is soon empty and bloodier than before. All you can hear is your combined panting.
Leon lowers his gun. "Nice job," he says.
You drop yours, too. "What was this floor called again? Menace?"
"Basically," he says, slamming in a new clip. "Divine wrath or anger."
"No shit." You look down at the tear in your jacket. "God damnit, this is my favorite."
Leon checks his chamber. "I'll get you a new one," he says.
You laugh. He almost smiles, like that was his goal all along.
The rest of the floor is mostly clear. A few stragglers here and there, but they're no match for the two of you. The containment chambers seem to be where the infected gathered in the months since this facility went dark -- the walls are covered in scratch marks.
"I can't believe they didn't kill each other," Leon says with mild disgust. "Not having control of yourself like that...I wouldn't wish it on anyone."
You've read the report from Spain. He knows how it feels.
"Do you think they're aware?" you wonder aloud.
He looks so sad for a moment that you almost reach for him. "I hope not."
--
Level B2: KAMATOS
The stairwell is a mess. The door to B2 is barricaded, but you manage to get through after slamming your shoulders against it over and over.
This floor is quiet, but in a different way than upstairs. Years of field-trained instincts tell you there's nothing left alive on this floor. That, and it made a hell of a lot of noise getting the door open, and nothing popped out.
It's dustier down here, like things have been still for longer.
"What's this one mean?" you ask. "This virus."
"Extreme fatigue," Leon tells you.
"So if they controlled adrenaline levels on the first floor to make them angry, they're depriving people of sleep on this floor?"
He shrugs. "Maybe they found a way to keep the brain awake without killing it."
They did not.
The documents you find suggest the virus was a failure. The bodies you find confirm it. Hosts died from heart failure, self-inflicted wounds, a number of things, no matter what the scientists did to keep the mind from giving up. All by depriving them of sleep.
Being so tired that you see no other way out…
The horror of it all rises in your throat. You leave Leon with the corpses so you can press your forehead to the cool hallway wall.
This job asks a lot of you. Your time, your well-being. Your security, your personal relationships, your hobbies. It's overwhelming and can bury a person. The things you see, the things you do -- it gets to you. It’s easy to shove it down, to pretend like you're untouchable, but that's no way to live, either.
Sometimes you just have to feel it.
These poor people.
Leon's hand is light on your shoulder. Not patronizing, not rushing, just there. Warm, solid.
You take a deep breath, then stand up straight.
"Let's take a quick break before the last floor," Leon says.
"I'm fine."
You turn to face him, but he's already crouching, back against the wall.
He grins, a real smile this time. It makes him look younger. "Who said it was for you?"
It's like he's giving you permission to put it all down for a second. To forget where you are, why you're there, what you're doing. Leon's guard is rarely fully down, and right now he's telling you that he's got you. Rest for a second, I'll take care of us.
He's proven to you over and over that he will.
So you smile back, shaky but genuine. "Getting old, Kennedy?"
"Something like that." He looks up at you, grin softening into something fond. "Do you remember Greece?"
You slide down the wall to his level. "Do I remember Greece? Be serious. How could I forget --"
"All those stairs," Leon finishes. "Exactly."
It was last year in the height of summer. A small, sleepy cliffside town, except for the fact that a scummy billionaire moved into the monastery and started developing B.O.W.'s in the catacombs.
The town was evacuated. You were sent in to apprehend the guy and secure whatever virus he was using. It turned into three days of running up and down stone staircases away from bats with tentacles and lizards with thousands of teeth where you wouldn't expect teeth to be.
Over the course of your partnership, you've seen each other in all states, but you've never seen Leon as exhausted as he was after that mission.
"I thought I was going to have to carry you to the rendezvous point," you remind him. "You fell down so many stairs."
Leon rubs his knees as if remembering the way they smacked stone over and over.
"And you would have," he says.
He catches your gaze and holds it. He's reminding you that you're in this together. That he trusts you, something you do not take lightly. It's hard to know who you can trust in this job, even your very own employer, but he never doubts you. You never doubt him.
The familiar ache of everything you feel for him sits warm and heavy on your chest. He's the best man you've ever known.
"I would have," you say.
Leon dips his chin, his mouth curling into a smaller smile than before, but this one is just as fond.
"We should go back," you say without meaning to.
It surprises him, but he hides it well.
"That would be nice," he muses. "I don't know the last time I took a vacation."
"We could go to the beach," you continue. It's scarily easy to imagine -- Leon in swim trunks, cheeks pink from the sun. "Stay at the bottom of the stairs and not walk up a single one."
"But you liked the monastery," he reminds you. "We'd have to go back up to see the windows."
Of course he remembers how you'd looked up in awe at the stained glass, gun in your hand and blood on your face.
"I'll climb up by myself. You can relax."
Leon sighs. "Relax," he says. "I don't even know if I know how to do that."
"You're good at everything," you say. "You'll pick it up in no time."
Whatever game this is, you're having too much fun playing it. Leon doesn't lie to you, so while he might be indulging you, there's a part of him that means all of this. He has to know that you mean it, too.
He stands and offers you his hand.
"One more floor," he says. "Then we can go to Greece."
--
Level B3: PYRETOS
The hit comes out of nowhere.
Maybe you're distracted by talk of vacation, or your guard is down after the silence of B2, but you don't see it coming. One second you're rounding the corner, the next you're flying backwards through glass, back slamming against a cabinet. You land heavily on the ground, more glass and something wet raining down on you.
Leon yells your name.
You try to catch your breath, but it's stuck in your chest. He's still calling for you in between gunshots.
"Fuck," you croak, finally finding air. You roll onto your side. Glass crunches under your weight as you try to figure out what the hell just happened.
Everything hurts, but you try to shake it off and push up to standing. Leon hauls himself through the broken window. He begins to clear the room after he sees you on your feet.
"Clear. That was one ugly son of a bitch," he says. "Must have gotten down here from upstairs."
You open your mouth to say something, anything, but the words catch in your throat.
Something isn't right.
Your skin feels tight, like you already went on vacation and got burned to a crisp. Your pulse won't slow. Deep breaths feel impossible. Strangest of all, it's almost like –
Well, your core is buzzing. You press your legs together and try not to panic.
In the early days, after Leon got shot but well before Greece, you hid an injury from him.
You took a knife to the ribs during a fight. It wasn't too deep, but it was wide and bleeding steadily. Adrenaline allowed you to get through it. You figured you could patch yourself up the next time you slowed. But Leon pushed on ahead, and you followed without saying anything.
That is, until you left a bloody handprint on a door. He stopped immediately.
"Is that yours?" he said. "Where are you hurt?"
"It's nothing," you protested. But Leon S. Kennedy does not give up easily.
"Show me," he said, pulling out bandages from his hip pouch. "When did this happen?"
"I'm not compromised," you said, even as you lifted your jacket to show him.
"I know you aren't," he said. "I want to know when you're hurt so I can make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine," you said weakly. He patched you up quickly and thoroughly.
"We're partners," he told you. "We have to help each other."
Here, now, you don’t hide from him.
"Leon," you croak. "Something's wrong. I think I --"
He's at your side in an instant, so close your breath hitches. Why are you so affected by him? Why are you so warm?
"The rip in your jacket," Leon says. "Your arm is bleeding."
"Liquid," you gasp. "It felt wet when I hit the cabinet."
The pieces come together. Shattered vials at your feet, an empty cabinet behind you. The dull red emergency lights make it hard to tell what color the puddle is, but you know it can't be good.
"They wouldn't keep a virus out in the open, would they?" you ask weakly. You're shaking now, shivering even though you don't feel cold.
"Fever," he breathes. "Pyretos. It means fever."
You've rarely seen Leon afraid. He's human, so it happens, but normally he faces things head-on without complaint.
Right now, he looks terrified. That scares you more than anything.
"Leon," you whisper. "What do we do?"
He snaps into action. He hands you a roll of bandages.
"Wrap it," he says. He presses a few buttons on his watch until it beeps. Setting a timer, no doubt. Just in case. "How do you feel? Describe it to me."
"Feverish," you say. "But not dizzy. I can think clearly."
Leon starts to dig around the lab, tearing open drawers and rifling through what he finds. The office on this floor wasn't in the same place as the other two, so any information must be in here, right?
"What else?"
You follow his lead, desperately searching for anything helpful. How do you explain the fact that your entire body is pulsing with a very specific kind of need? It scares you, feeling this out of control physically while also being in your right mind.
You land on achey. The buzzing under your skin gets worse every minute you spend looking and finding fuck all.
"There's nothing here," he says, frustrated. "Shit."
You're thinking the same thing: no vaccines. Any hope for you is in this lab.
But then -- your eye catches on a cabinet sitting on deep grooves in the floor.
"There's a door," you tell him, already heading for it. A wave of need hits you so suddenly that you have to brace yourself on the wall to catch your breath. Leon brushes by you. The slight contact has you swallowing a moan.
Jesus Christ.
He shoves the cabinet aside. Behind it is a door that opens into the lab office, as dark as the others.
You follow him in and start searching the shelves. Leon drags a table into the perfect place to effectively barricade you in.
"We don't have time to be interrupted right now," he says. He starts searching the desk.
You're sweating now. If this thing is going to turn you, Leon can't be here for it. You don't want him to see it. "Maybe you should go back to the surface --"
"I'm not leaving you," he interrupts. It's sharp, final.
"But if I turn--"
Leon whirls around. "I'm not leaving you," he says again.
Your nose stings. It's not the rational choice, but it's the Leon Kennedy choice. You can't help but be grateful for it.
He returns to the papers. Everywhere your clothing touches your skin feels heavy, almost painful. Your skin is sensitive, your throat dry, breath still fast.
You're so turned on, you think you might explode. It's all you can do to just stand there and try to keep it together.
"I found something," Leon says. He says nothing else. It's hard to see his expression in the dark without being close to him. You don't know if you can handle that right now.
"Bad news, doc?"
He swallows and begins to read.
"In an effort to bend the subject to commands, a fever is introduced via the bloodstream that increases testosterone and dopamine to near-unbearable levels of arousal. We have successfully altered the balance to allow the mind to be unaffected, making the reaction purely physical. The fever, if detected and combated within 1 hour, can be reduced by repeated bursts of oxytocin until the subject's internal temperature returns to normal. Required oxytocin levels seem to vary by subject; no pattern discernible at this time."
"What the fuck does that mean?" you pant. Your skin feels too tight. You still can't take a full breath. Control is becoming a missed opportunity. "Do I have a sex fever?"
No answer.
"Leon."
He exhales sharply.
"I think you need to be touched," he says. "To release the chemical that will help you fight this on your own."
Your responding laugh edges on hysterical.
"I do have a sex fever. So, what, you're going to hug me and hope I don't die?"
"I could," he says. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "I just don't think it'll be enough. This says bursts, and a lot of them. The best way to trigger that kind of response is --"
It clicks in your mind.
"Orgasm," you whisper. "Oh, god."
Leon closes his eyes for a second too long.
"I don't know what to do," he admits. He looks at his watch. "It's been 10 minutes. I don't know what--"
"I'm so sorry," you breathe. The gravity of your situation is like a bucket of cold water. If only it actually made you feel cold. You have to fuck your partner or die. What kind of sick joke is this? "Leon, I'm so sorry. You don't have to do anything, this is my fault --"
He tosses the file onto the table.
"I'm not going to let you die," he says with all his usual conviction. He really believes it, and it makes it easier for you to believe it, too. "Not when there's something I can do about it."
"But not like this," you croak. "This is --"
"I know."
God, you wish the lights were on. You want to see every detail of his face to discern what he's feeling. Can you ask him to do this? Will it ruin everything forever?
A tremor wracks through you. You have to brace yourself on the desk.
He yanks open drawers until he finds a thermometer. It beeps alive, somehow, and he holds it up to your forehead.
"Shit," he mutters.
"What?"
Leon flips the device to show you the screen. 103.2.
"Shit," you echo.
Your brain is going to cook in your skull sooner rather than later. You swallow frustrated tears along with your pride.
"I'm so wet," you whisper. It's the lewdest thing you've ever said to him. "I can feel it."
Leon inhales sharply, standing ever-so-still just next to you, just out of reach.
The pain radiates through you, molten lava in your veins. It's strange to be able to think so clearly. You want Leon as badly as you always do. That's bearable. But the pain. The heat. It's something else, something all-consuming.
You need him to touch you.
"Please don't make me beg," you whimper, turning towards him.
"Jesus," he mutters, filling the space you make for him. His hands find your face. You groan. The contact is like a balm, even through his gloves.
"Oh god."
You nuzzle into his palms. It's like you can feel the battle in your blood, the virus doing its best to cook you from the inside out, but Leon's touch is giving you a foothold, a reprieve.
If it wasn't so awful, you'd laugh at the idea that you're so horny you might die.
"Whatever you need, I'll do," he says. His voice is already hoarse. "But just -- you have to tell me if it's not okay. And I'll stop. We'll figure something else out."
You lean back on the desk and grab his elbows. You've touched plenty, but never like this. Never loaded with all of the unspoken things between you, never with such desperation.
"It's okay," you tell him. "Whatever it takes, it's okay. I trust you."
His thigh slides between your legs.
"Can you forgive me? If I do this?" he whispers, lips so close to yours. You lean forward on instinct, pulled to him by more than just the fire in your core.
"There's nothing to forgive," you say, and then you're kissing.
What you need is an orgasm, but this is something you've wondered about for a long time. Something you've wanted. It almost feels selfish to take it now.
But, fuck, it's good.
He's not shy. You trace the seam of his lips with your tongue. He opens for you immediately, licking into your mouth as he pulls you forward and onto his thigh.
His kisses are desperate, exposing his worry, but also tender, exposing his care. You're in good hands, hands you love.
Even through your pants, the pressure of your cunt on his thigh is enough to steal your breath.
"God," you gasp.
"Not quite," Leon says, kissing a path from your mouth down your neck. "Does that help?"
You grind down on him in reply. His palms have made their way to your hips, aiding you in your quest for pressure on your core.
It's too much. It's not enough. But still, the coil tightens. "Sorry, I just need --"
You chase it, grinding down on his thigh even harder, panting into his neck. You're close, you can feel it. You're chasing it, that snap, that reward. Leon just lets you take and take and take.
You thread your fingers through his hair, panting into his neck. When you tug just a little, he bounces his leg and you keen.
"More, please."
It only takes three more bounces before you're coming, shudders ripping through you, his name on your lips.
When you return to your body, Leon is dragging his palm up and down your back.
"Did you just--"
You're becoming very familiar with the fabric of his shoulder, his leather harness pressing into your cheek.
"Mhm," you manage.
There's a world where you're embarrassed. In that world, you asked Leon out for dinner and then up to your place after. In that world, you made out on the couch and ground down on his thigh until you came. In that world, he laughed with you, utterly charmed, and it was the beginning of something wonderful.
In this one, he gently tilts you back so he can check your temperature with the thermometer.
"Holy shit," he breathes. "102.1. It worked."
You don't feel that different, but the number doesn't lie.
Leon is panting, too. "More?"
You nod. Your cunt aches like you didn't have an orgasm at all.
He tugs off a glove with his teeth, dropping it god knows where.
"Don't know how clean my hands are," he says.
A laugh bursts out of you, but it sounds close to a sob.
Two fingers go in his mouth faster than you can open yours. He doesn't waste too much time wetting them, given how turned on you already are, but he gives them a good suck. A trail of spit hangs from his lip when he finishes.
You work at the buttons of your pants, unbuckling your tactical belt. It clangs onto the desk behind you. Leon slides his hand down under the waistband of your panties. You collapse into him with a guttural moan.
"Leon," you gasp. He holds you up, no problem, even as you go utterly boneless at just his fingers in your folds.
"You weren't kidding," he says, breathy. "You are wet."
"I'm sorry," you pant into his shoulder.
"Please don't say sorry again," he groans. "I can't take it."
"Can I say thank you?"
"That's worse," he says, sliding two fingers into you at the same time. "I just wish it wasn't like this, is all."
The absurdity of the whole thing makes it hard to keep your emotional walls high. What's the point? You're having sex with your partner to save your life in an underground Umbrella laboratory. You're way past keeping your emotions from him.
So you hear his words for what they are. For what he's not saying.
"Oh, yeah?" He curls his fingers and you groan, arching into him. "You have something you want to tell me, Kennedy?"
"Little late for that."
He presses his lips to your jaw, but you pull back so you can see his eyes. He's flushed, his pupils taking over almost all of the blue you love so dearly.
"I always want to know how you feel," you tell him. It's honest, raw, perhaps out of place when he's knuckle deep in your cunt.
"Fuck," he breathes, like eye contact is enough to undo him.
"I just want to help you," he says. "I always want to help you when you need it." He picks up the pace with his fingers. "I like being the guy who has your back."
His thumb circles your clit. It’s all you can do to hang onto his shoulders and ride it out as he keeps talking.
"I want to give you everything you've ever wanted," he says. "I miss you when you leave the room. I trust you more than anyone I've ever met."
"Oh, Leon," you gasp, grinding down onto his hand. "Me too. Me too."
He scrapes his teeth along your neck. "Yeah?"
"Yes, yes, yes --"
The orgasm washes over you. You clench around him over and over. He carefully pulls his hand from your panties and licks his fingers. Good god.
Something has shifted between you. It's still about the mission, about breaking your fever, but now it's more. It's more, because you both want it.
Leon leans in for a kiss. You meet him halfway, tasting yourself on his lips.
Beep.
"101.3," he says.
You push his hair back from his forehead. "Is that low enough?"
This time, you do feel a bit different. Maybe it's the confirmation that Leon has feelings for you, but your muscles feel more relaxed, your skin less taut. The need still burns, though.
"There's no way to say this without sounding like a creep," he says wryly. "But I think you should have a few more."
You drag your hands up and down his torso, but your gaze lands on his makeshift barricade.
"Do we think we have time?"
Even as you ask, you're toeing off your boots and shoving your pants down. Leon is quick to help you.
"If anything comes through that door," he says, fingers hooked in your underwear, "I can kill it with my eyes closed."
He hooks his hand under your thighs and helps you up onto the desk fully, sweeping everything onto the ground.
"So could you," he adds. You hum in agreement. Your hand returns to his torso, trailing it down to the front of his pants.
He's hard.
It's not entirely a surprise, but you're pleased.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's kind of fucked up --" he tries. You don't let it get very far.
"Don't you apologize," you say. "You're allowed to want, Leon. I promise you, whatever you want, you can have. You already do."
His answer to that is a kiss, not searing and heated like before, but soft and slow. Like he's memorizing you, learning every inch of your mouth just because he can.
A wave of heat rolls through you, so intense and unexpected that you have to close your eyes and grit your teeth against the pain.
Leon rubs your back and tells you to breathe, it's okay, you're going to be okay.
The heat dulls. "How long has it been?" you ask through gritted teeth, eyes still shut.
"26 minutes."
His thumbs stroke your cheeks, helping you come back to yourself.
"Are you okay to keep going?" he asks. "I'll do whatever you want."
You reach for his belt with shaking hands. Not because you don't want him, or because you're scared, but because you need him. You need him to survive. This was just as true before you got infected as it is now. And you have him.
He has you.
Leon lets you unbuckle his pants as he undoes his harness and his tactical pouches. They both fall to the ground.
You take him in hand and he hisses. His cock is warm, another layer of heat against your already burning skin. His hips jerk when you stroke him root to tip.
His fingers circle your wrist to stop you.
"Another time," he says. He kisses your chin. "Okay?"
There will be another time. Leon doesn't say things he doesn't mean, so you take it to heart. This will happen again.
It's not exactly romantic, the way you lean back on some long-dead bioterrorist's desk naked from the waist down, Leon's pants shoved down his thighs and his cock in his hand. But it's what you've got, and it's what you'll take.
You spread your legs for him. He sucks in air like a man just saved from drowning.
"Ready?" he asks. You feel his tip at your entrance and can't swallow the moan that rips from your throat in the shape of his name. He wastes no more time sinking into you in one stroke.
You come immediately, legs wrapped around his hips. You might scream, it's hard to tell. But you're so full and it finally feels right. Like you've been missing something all along and finally found it.
Leon says your name over and over, like a mantra, like a prayer.
"I wish I could see you properly," he says, voice breaking. "I wish –
His hips jerk forward even though he's bottomed out. He leans forward until he's bracing his forearms on either side of your head, brushing your nose with his. He's right. It's hard to see him fully in the red-washed office.
"You know what I look like," you tell him.
"Not like this," he shakes his head. "Not like this."
"You're doing so good," you say, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Leon, it feels so good --"
It's a strange sensation to feel your blood cooling while he's inside you, to regain control of your body just as you surrender your heart.
Leon starts to move his hips, a slow drag at first, but it quickly becomes a snap. You dig your fingers into his biceps and hold on. You can hear how wet you are as he fucks you.
The coil in your core tightens again. "Leon," you moan. "I'm gonna--"
He kisses you, hips slowing to a grind. He reaches between you with one hand to find your clit and give it some messy circles.
"Go ahead," he says against your mouth. "I can take it."
Your cunt clenches around him. Tears prick in your eyes not from overstimulation but from everything else -- the heat in your veins, the tenderness of his hold, the way he's kissing you as you fall apart, swallowing your gasps.
"So beautiful," he says. And god, it sounds like he means it. Half-dressed, sweaty and bandaged, he means it.
Leon goes back to shallow thrusts, but they're becoming more erratic.
"How many is that?"
"Four," Leon says.
"Are you..."
He nods. "I'm close."
His forehead is damp from the effort. You wipe it with the heel of your hand.
"It's okay," you tell him. "It's okay, Leon. You can --"
You tighten your legs around him to hold him inside.
His breath hitches, but he picks up the pace without argument.
The smack of your flesh fills the room. The only thing on your mind is Leon Leon Leon.
The noise he makes just before he comes inside you is a punched-out whine of your name. He stills above you entirely, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
"So beautiful," you echo. "So beautiful, Leon."
He keeps his weight off you but presses his face into your neck as he catches his breath.
"Fuck," he says. "How do you feel?"
You need to check your temperature, but remarkably better. The heat in your veins is an expected one. You can feel sweat cooling on your skin. The incessant need in your cunt has dulled to a satiated ache.
"Still alive." You kiss him chastely, considering he's still inside you.
"Let me check -- where the hell did that thing go?"
He pulls out. You both hiss just a bit, but he finds the thermometer on the ground.
Beep.
"98.3," Leon says. "That's normal."
You feel boneless and make no move to get up from the desk. If you did, you'd surely make a mess.
"Finally, something normal about today."
Leon tucks his cock back into his briefs, buttons his pants. He drags his hands up and down your thighs.
"Can I clean you up?" he asks.
Even though you now know how he feels, know that he wants you just as much as you want him, he's done so much for you today. Your temperature is back to normal. You still need to make it back to the surface.
"You don't need to," you say. "Just...give me a clean bandage, or something --"
"Let me do this for you," he interrupts. Begs, really, already getting on his knees between your legs. "One more. Just to be safe."
The heat that builds is nothing like the wild, uncontrollable fire of before. This is all you, all Leon.
The fact that he wants his mouth on you, wants to lick his own come from your cunt.
"Okay," you breathe. You thread your fingers through his hair. He preens.
He kisses the inside of your thigh and pushes your legs wider.
Maybe you should feel exposed, but you don't. You feel wanted. You feel safe.
Leon pulls your folds open with his thumbs. He starts with long licks with the flat of his tongue along your seam, flicking your clit when he reaches the top. But your entrance quickly becomes his focus, and suddenly he's a man possessed.
He laps up his own release as it drips from you, humming when you tug on his hair. He hardly comes up for air, but you know he's paying attention to your reactions based on the way he moves his mouth. He sucks on your clit. Your hips buck, so he does it again.
"Leon," you gasp. How is it possible that you're going to come again? But you feel it, the rising tide in your core. All it takes is a glance down to find him watching you, soaking in whatever he can see in the dim light.
He keeps his mouth on you through your final orgasm. This time, a few tears leak from your eyes. Your breath evens out and your heartbeat actually slows the way you expect it to. The fever is broken, you're certain of it.
"Just to be safe," you say to the ceiling. "You just wanted to show me how good you were at that."
Leon wipes his face with the back of his hand.
"I like to be thorough," he replies. He stands, drags your underwear and pants up with him.
"Are you okay? How are the symptoms?"
"I think so." You scoot forward on the table so he can pull your clothes over your hips. "It doesn't feel like a fever anymore."
"What does it feel like?"
Your legs are a little shaky, but you stand and wrap your arms around him. You've just had sex to save your life, but you don't know if you've ever hugged Leon before.
"It feels like you," you tell him, cheek pressed to his shoulder.
Leon stills, but you can hear his heartbeat pick up. He envelops you in his embrace, lips pressed against your temple, his inhale shaky.
"I'm glad," he whispers. "I'm so fucking glad."
He's hidden his fear from you so well this whole time, but you saw the look on his face when he realized you were infected. You hug him tighter, willing the fear to leave him. You're okay. You're here, in his arms. He saved you.
"What now?" you ask. You turn in his arms. He releases you so you can reach for your tactical belt.
"We get out of here in one piece," he says. "We get you to medical."
"Fucking medical," you mutter. You shove your foot back in your discarded boot.
"I won't leave you there," Leon says. They could keep you for days, but you know he means it. "Then I'll take you home. And we'll sleep for days."
You almost forget that you don't have to keep your feelings from him. You let the joy take over your face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he says, a little sheepish. "If you want to."
"I want to," you assure him. "I want to."
You'll have to talk about this, surely. The way it changes your partnership, how to navigate field work. There is so much to learn about him. What he's like on a quiet morning at home instead of a stakeout. The noises you can pull from him in a real bedroom. His face when you tell him you love him.
The future is bright.
Leon buckles his harness. He laughs to himself, tearing you from your thoughts.
"What?"
He straightens your belt and grins crookedly, boyish and lovely.
"Are you writing this into the mission report, or am I?"
You were relaxing in your room in the house of Lamentation, lying on your back in the bed with headphones in your ears, as you passively listened to some soft pop music while you were playing a farming game you bought for your handheld system.
Leviathan had recommended it to you, knowing how much you enjoyed cozy games like this.
You and he were the same in that way- where you end up getting sucked into these kinds of games for hours and hours trying to get your world set up just the way you wanted. You never minded grinding, especially if it came in such a cute, chibi package, like the characters in this one did.
It was so rewarding to complete their little quests and receive more materials for crafting.
You were so distracted, in fact, you almost missed the message that was sent to you on your D.D.D., so it was a good thing you left it on vibrate and not on silence like you had intended to.
You paused your game, looking down to see it was a message from Barbatos.
You unlocked your screen, and felt your blood turn to ice in your veins, as your eyes ran over the words on the screen as you felt a cold sweat forming on your face.
Barbatos: MC, You were supposed to arrive at The Demon Lord’s Castle ten minutes ago.
Barbatos: Is everything alright?
“Oh Shiiiii-” You shouted, throwing your phone by mistake as you tumbled out of bed and onto the floor.
Once you were cohesive again, you dove out of bed to reach for your discarded D.D.D., landing on your stomach as you quickly typed in a lame excuse to try and save your behind from being scolded later by the rather terrifying demon!
MC: Ah- I got caught up in some studying. I’m leaving the House now!
MC: I’ll be there ASAP!
After that, as quickly as your human body could carry you, you threw on some suitable outerwear for the cold Devildom Weather, running so quickly out the door that you nearly tripped over a sleeping Belphie on your way out.
No time for any pleasantries, you half jogged and half speed walked all the way to the Lord’s Castle, cutting your travel time nearly in half as you pushed through the heavy gates into the well manicured courtyard.
By the time you managed to push through the large stone doors, you were red faced and panting as you tried your best to catch your breath. You nearly doubled over in the entry hall, placing your hands on your knees as you leaned over, trying to reassure the Little Ds that came to greet you warmly that you weren’t actively dying.
Your cheeks were red from the cold, and despite wearing a pair of gloves, it felt like your fingertips were going numb from the cold.
“I’m jus’... jus’ ah- late” You were able to get out, as you stood back up straight to wipe the sweat off of your brow. “Bar-barba… please, no punishment.”
In that moment, all seven of the little creatures completely understood what was happening. They have been there many, many times before- and have had the unfortunate circumstances of experiencing his ire and wrath first hand.
Punctuality was important to a proper demon like Barbatos, and he doesn’t take too kindly to others, wasting his time by not arriving at appointments on time.
The Lord of Time and Space valued his time above all else, who would have guessed?
“... How mad is he?” You whispered, kneeling down as the Little Ds surrounded you in a small huddle.
“I can’t tell, he looks the same as he always does.” Number 2 said, frowning while shaking his head back and forth.
“You can’t tell? He was totes on edge earlier.” Number 5 said while gently tapping on Number 2’s shoulder. “His face didn’t change, but I swear I saw some tension in his shoulders!”
“But that was this morning- I’m talking about recently… Like in the last hour or so?” You whisper, harsher than you intended as they all turned to look at you with sympathy in their eyes.
“He seemed a little irritated, but nothing you can’t handle, I’m sure.” A smooth voice spoke, as all eight of you turned around to see Diavolo standing there with a huge grin on his face.
“Wahh!” You all shouted, as the Little Ds had all but scattered to the wind, bolting off in different directions around the castle. You fell backwards onto your behind, watching as blurs of blacks and other colors shot off in random directions, essentially leaving you behind to wallow in your own mess.
“Cowards!” You shouted, as you could hear different doors being opened and closed simultaneously around the halls. “This is abandonment!”
“Ha ha! How exciting!” Diavolo bellowed, as you covered your face out of pure embarrassment as the Prince of the Devildom was reveling in your current misfortune. “Come now, it cannot be that bad, can it?” He finally asked, offering you his hand as he pulled you back up onto your feet with ease.
“... I’m late to the Ballroom Dance lessons with Barbatos.” You finally admitted, looking up at the Prince, practically begging him for some help. “Lessons that I insisted he give to me… Then I may have fibbed a little about why I was late…”
“Ah- that’s… not great.” Diavolo flinched, tapping his finger against his crossed arms as he thought. “I think it’s best to tell the truth in this situation, you shouldn’t run from your mistakes.”
“No way! I can’t do that!” You shouted, groaning as you flailed around a bit to try and shake some ideas out of your mind. “Sorry Barbatos- I blew you off to play some dumb video game! He would be so hurt!” You whined, running your palm down your face to try and ease some tension. “I even had the nerve to say that I was studying….” you confessed to him, lunging at him to grab onto his crossed arms.
“Already in so deep.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll make sure your funeral is once worthy of your status.”
“Nooo- you know the truth now, we are accomplices in this!” You stubbornly said, looking up into his golden eyes. “If I go down, you go down!”
“You are a bold one to threaten the Dvildom Prince in this manner.” He spoke, his tone suddenly turning serious.
“My life is on the line here, not yours.” You replied, tugging on his arms again to emphasize your point. “You must help me, or else-”
“Or else what, MC?” A sudden voice spoke, as you pushed off of Diavolo, falling backwards right into Barbato’s awaiting hold. “Are you making secret, underground deals with the future ruler of our world?”
“No, no!” You shook your head back and forth quickly. “We were just joking around, right Dia?” You laughed as best you could, hoping no one caught the awkward air that you had accidentally created.
“Ah- I’m glad the Young Master was able to run into you during his break then. It is important to joke and have fun with friends whenever possible.” Barbatos said, helping you to stand up straight as he fixed your slightly disheveled clothing.
“Come now, I have some nice hot tea prepared for us in the Ballroom. The Young Master simply must return to his work in his office.” Barbatos spoke, gently pressing on your lower back to lead you in another direction while smiling and nodding at Diavolo who quickly scurried away to another part of the castle.
“Traitor…” You mumbled under your breath, allowing yourself to be led to your doom by the stoic and attractive demon they call Barbatos. It was so off putting how he continued to say nothing, still leading you gently into the ballroom where he even had a small tea table he had set.
The scene was gorgeous, the small table all dressed up with a beautiful display of various snacks on shiny porcelain dishes. He always puts in so much effort into everything he does, and his talent always shines whenever he is setting up gathering spaces for everyone to relax and enjoy.
It just made you feel so much worse seeing how much work he put into having you as his guest here!
Once you were seated comfortably he sat in the seat across from you, continuing to say nothing as he prepared two cups of the fragrant floral tea that he had prepared for your arrival. He knew all about your preference for things to be on the sweeter side, and made sure the tea he prepared was on that was to your taste. Meanwhile, you were all but quaking in your boots, as his smile seemed to grow wider and wider yet it never reached his eyes like it normally should.
“Barbatos I-” You tried to speak, unable to take the silent atmosphere you had accidentally created.
“No, please.” He spoke, setting his cup down onto his saucer. “Allow me to go first, if you will.”
You nodded quickly, clenching your fists in your lap as you awaited another verbal lashing that could take up pretty much the rest of your day.
You would have deserved it, honestly.
“Your efforts to cover up your misdeeds was admirable, I’ll admit.” He spoke, crossing his legs while placing his palms on his knees as he continued to smile. “I almost believed you actually were studying, wishing to believe you’d forgotten our date because you were working hard.”
You winced, turning your head down in shame to stare at your still tea in your cup as he continued.
“Yet- when I looked at the hours you were racking in on that new game of yours, I was able to easily figure out what had happened.” He chuckled, enjoying a little too much how you squirmed around in your chair.
He really was a demon!
“I would have accepted the lie, you arrived here rather quickly after everything was said and done.” He leaned over the table, gently grabbing your chin to tilt you up to look at him. No longer a forced angry look, but a genuine look of amusement was present in his face, as he released a breathy chuckle as he continued to speak.
“Watching you try and employ the help of the Little Ds and the Young Lord was quite comical, I rather enjoyed the little test of loyalty you administered to them.” You felt his thumb begin to rub your cheek, as your body relaxed under his touch, seeing the humor in his eyes as you were finally able to see he truly was just messing around with you.
Your shoulders relaxed immediately, as you leaned into his touch while muttering a pathetic apology to try and garner more sympathy from the demon. “Just remember, My Dear, you’re going to have to try much harder than that if you want to lie to a liar.”
You hoped Lucifer hadn't noticed, but sometimes it was hard to tell whether or not he had you dialed in.
You thought that you were pretty sneaky- you'd gotten away with using Asmo's expensive skin cream without him noticing, and you even managed to steal one of Beelzebub's shirts to sleep in when you had been too lazy to do laundry.
With Lucifer though, it felt like he was able to see right through you, like he had some kind of mystical power to look into your soul and read the truth that lay hidden within.
It was as simple as reading over a passage in a book for him to see your true intentions. Were you easy to read? Or was he just that good at playing this game? It never mattered how good your poker face was, he always seemed to be one step ahead of you.
It had started to annoy you, just a little bit.
You understood where Belphegore and Satan were coming from now, forming their anti Lucifer league. You loved Lucifer like crazy, he was your one and only, but you don't want anything more than to experience his defeat at least once in your short human life!
“Which one is better, do you think?” You asked, taking a sample from both the mousse style deserts in the table in front of you.
“I quite like this one better, it's not as sweet as the other one.” Lucifer answered, taking another bite of the Hell Coffee flavored dessert. “Though, the coffee you make me is much more to my taste.”
“You have such an odd pallet to enjoy such bitter things.” You spoke candidly, making a face and sticking your tongue out as you took another bite of the sweeter dessert to balance out the flavors on your tongue.
He couldn't help but laugh at the face you made, feeling his heart flutter in his chest at your cute puckered expression. It made his sadistic side go feral, making him want to see you eat a raw lemon just to see that funny look on your face once more.
By the time the meal had ended and you finished your dessert, you looked down at your D.D.D. to notice you had only managed to kill about 2 hours worth of his time.
Belphie and Satan needed just a little bit longer.
“Hmm? Are you ready to leave?” Lucifer asked, his eyes shooting down just for a moment to notice you kept checking the time on your device, as the screen would continue to flash periodically under the table while you ate.
He was growing suspicious, but enjoyed having private time with you too much to care about the ulterior motives you might have had.
“Uh… Actually.” You spoke up, doing your best to put on your most pathetic look possible. “I wanted your help with something, if you don't mind?”
“Hmm?” He hummed, looking down at you with your lower lip slightly jutting out, with your big watery eyes looking up at him as if pleading for him to stay with you forever.
He sucked in a breath, as he felt himself being drawn into your paranormal levels of charm, and you had no idea you were doing it. If you asked him to move heaven and earth for you, he would do it in a heartbeat with no questions asked just to see the radiant smile on your face.
“I wanted to go to this Crystal Shop on the other side of town.” You said pressing your fingers together as you looked up into his eyes. “I saw online they had a chunk of Anhydrite for sale- I need it to work on some spellcrafts.”
“Oh? Why didn't you ask one of the others to accompany you? Asmo loves to go on shopping excursions-” He began, remembering there were some last minute files he needed to go over before he attended tomorrow morning’s meeting with the School Administration Office.
“They are all busy! And besides… I wanted to spend more time with you…” you admitted, feeling your face heating up at the confession you just made.
Sure, you wanted to know what it was like to best Lucifer as much as the next demon… but, you weren't lying about wanting to spend some quality time with him.
He was a busy man- in charge of a lot of things; between RAD, and the House of Lamentation on top of his slightly troublesome brothers.
His schedule was always packed, and it felt impossible to try and squeeze yourself into it at any given time.
He was always there when you really needed him, sure, whenever you were in danger or in distress he would always drop what he was doing to come to your aid… but sometimes, sometimes you just wanted to spend normal time with him.
Domestic things like doing the dishes, cooking dinner, folding laundry- hell, you would even study with him in his office if he allowed it! The problem was though, that he didn't wish to make anyone jealous or angry inside the house, so you weren't allowed to offer a lot of help regarding chores and the like.
Being surrounded by a bunch of Demon's came with a lot of complicated emotions!
You didn't want to stir the pot or make things harder for him, so you would just follow along and do what you were told for now.
… So that's probably why you had such a burning hot vendetta against him!
Lucifer Morningstar just seems to bring out the worst in you!
You had leaned your head against Lucifer's shoulder, so deep in your own thoughts as you watched the Devildom fly by in the back of the taxi, that you hadn't even noticed the mischievous glint hidden behind Lucifer's normally stoic gaze.
He knows you’re up to something, and it’s only a matter of time before he finds out what it is.
When it was all said and done, and with a beautiful chunk of white Anhydrite tucked away in your bag, you both made your way up the steps towards the house as you had returned home from your impromptu trip all the way across town.
You had managed to keep Lucifer away long enough for the others to do their thing, but your part to play in this was far from over.
Lucifer, ever the gentleman, took your hand in his as he guided you back up the steps into the front door. You turned away to try and hide the warmth in your cheeks, as you felt his slender fingers stroking at your downturned palm. Once you were inside, he kissed the back of your hand before turning to leave as you bid him farewell as he walked down the halls towards his office.
Before you even had a chance to think on it, you were whisked away by Satan and Belphie who went over the plans with you one last time before it was “go time”.
It was a simple trap, and you were sure the three of you pulled it off perfectly, as all the pieces were finally falling into place.
And so, in the kitchen you sat, atop the counter as you watched Beelzebub munching on a snack in the corner while Mammon was at the other end doing the dishes over the large sink. Your job was to act as bait, so there you sat with your legs swinging around in the air, waiting for the victim to come running in.
Right on queue Lucifer came into view, stopping short in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed you with great suspicion.
“Help?” You squeaked out, holding your arms out to him as you beckoned him in with your arms to come save you.
You winced and shot a mean look to both Beel and Mammon, who turned when they heard your voice beckoning for help.
“Really, now?” Lucifer sighed, snapping his fingers as the magical seals surrounding you in the floor were dispelled instantly. “Did you really think those petty traps would work on me, MC?” Lucifer scolded, arms folded as he glared down at you from his pedestal.
Before you could reply, Mammon came barreling over to you, his arms and hands still wet with soap and water as he had an irritated look on his face. “Oi! MC, why’r askin’ Lucifer Fer help when the Great Mammon is right here-” Mammon shouted, as he was approaching you.
“No, Mammon- wait!” You shouted, reaching your arms just a little too much to push him away, as you felt yourself slipping off the counter top towards the tiled floor.
You were falling fast, heading right into the spot you absolutely did not want to be.
The hidden trap seal that Belphie and Satan had set earlier!
The one that took them two hours to make- the one that you had distracted Lucifer for all afternoon.
As if time had stopped, you turned your gaze over to Lucifer, as you felt yourself getting pulled into Mammon's hold. Your eyes looked down, then back up, as you reached out to him with your free hand.
In a flash, using his powerful magic, Lucifer grabbed you by the arms and pulled you into his chest. When you were in his arms, he jumped backwards, pulling you not only away from his brother but away from the secret sigil that was carved underneath the tiles of the kitchen.
“Gahhh?!” You hear Mammon shout, as you finally regained your bearings enough to look over to see the pitiful state he ended up in. “Wha-What is this? Why am I strung up?! Let me go!”
You could see some strong, thick branches growing out from the concrete under the tiles, with Mammon wrapped up by the waist to hang upside down above the floor.
“Tch! That wasn't meant for you.” you heard Belphie hiss, poking out from his hiding place in one of the empty bottom cabinets.
“Mammon! I'm going to kill you!” Satan growled, snapping his fingers to dispel his cloaking incantation.
You didn't even get a chance to join the argument, as Lucifer turned around and walked back out of the kitchen with you still held securely in his arms against your chest. You held your breath as your muscles tensed up, as he carried all the way down the hall and into his office.
He closed and locked the door behind him, gently setting you down to sit on his desk as he took a step back to look down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. “So?” He prodded, only after a small moment of silence, as you placed your palms on your cheeks to try and hide your shame.
“So…?” You pouted, still not meeting his gaze, as you also crossed your arms over your chest while turning your head to the side. You weren’t going to talk! He couldn’t make you sing!
Suddenly, the bookcase on the other wall was way more interesting than the demon in front of you.
“Heh.” Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head as he approached you. He turned your face to look up at him with his gentle palm, as he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “You've been distant lately, and I blame myself for that. I need to make more effort to give you more attention, it seems.”
He leaned in to give you a small, chaste kiss.
“It seems you have a tendency to misbehave when you are neglected.” He whispered, moving to place another kiss on your forehead. “I'll fix this little problem right now, for the both of us.”
You had to say you were just a little disappointed, not being able to have the upper hand, but it was nice to finally have his full attention on you without any distractions or interruptions.
It was an unexpected turn of events, but it made you realize that maybe you should act out more often if this was the prize that awaited you at the end.
You groaned, being roused back into consciousness against your will, as you felt a pair of big and muscular arms wrapping around your much smaller body. His hold was stern, yet gentle- a perfect juxtaposition for the Young Prince that matched that wonderful personality of his.
You turned away still, not ready to get up and face the day quite yet, as a deep and husky chuckle had sounded out behind you.
“Ahh- it appears someone isn't willing to wake up.” The manly voice spoke in amusement, pulling you even closer into his chest as you felt the warmth rolling off of his bare skin. “It seems I am going to have to rise alone.”
“Hnnn- five more minutesss…” you managed to slurred out, your voice still heavy with the weight of sleep, as you leaned back into his touch while moving his arms up around your neck to nuzzle into his arms.
“Well, how can I deny such a humble request?” You heard another deep chuckle, as he nuzzled his face into your hair in turn. “We will arise in five minutes.”
A royal decree that sounded like music to your ears, as all you did was grunt in agreement, as he moved his arms down to lay over your hips as he traced gentle and soothing patterns over your exposed skin that was starting to feel a little cold due to the outside weather.
His touch was having the opposite intended effects, as not it really felt all but impossible to wake up under such a soothing touch, but the bite of reality really is one that is rarely ever gentle.
Suddenly, the warm blanket that you were wrapped in was ripped away from your body, as you squealed in surprise as a sudden chill had rushed in across your body. Your eyes popped open, as you began to flail a bit to try and grab hold of the thick piece of fabric that was being pulled away by another pair of strong hands.
It was no good, though, as a loud cough interrupted your movements.
“I apologize for the rude awakening, MC, but it is time to get up.” Barbatos scolded, an apologetic Diavolo standing behind him with a pathetic defeated look on his face.
The future king of Hell was no match for the lord of time and space, it seems.
“Ughhh- Barbatos! It's like, 20 degrees outside right now!” You complained, turning over onto your stomach to press your face into the waning warmth of your pillow. “Isn't it also supposed to snow heavily today? We should have a snow day or sumthin'!”
You complained, kicking your feet a little as you felt your body stiffen up and beg to be stretched out to relieve the ache you felt from sleeping for longer than intended.
“A Snow Day? What is that” Diavolo asked while placing a hand on his chin as a quizzical expression formed on his handsome face.
“It's a human practice, Young Master.” Barbatos explained as you begrudgingly sat up and turned around to face them. “Humans have a hard time traversing through inclement weather, and snowfall makes it difficult for them to get from place to place.”
“I see.” Diavolo nodded, following along with Barbatos’ explanation.
“Right- we don't have a Demon's strength… or even their tenacity, really.” You mumbled, nodding your head as you reached around to hold the pillow against your chest.
“Heh, right.” Barbatos chuckled, feeling warmth bloom in his own chest at how adorably small you looked on his Master's bed.
“When the snow is too much, we declare a snow day! A day where no one goes to school or work because it's just too dang hard to leave the house.” You finished explaining, no longer able to fight off your yawn as you moved your hands to cover your mouth.
“How jovial!” Diavolo exclaimed, folding his arms over his chest as he laughed. “Barbatos, as a show of support for our Human Exchange Student, let us declare that today will be a snow day!”
“As you wish, Young Master.” Barbatos agreed without much fight, not able to keep the smile off of his face as he bowed politely at the waist. “I will send out the notice to everyone at RAD immediately.”
“How wonderful, you have my thanks!” Diavolo said, watching as the older demon left the room to go spread the word.
He turned to see you had flopped back down on the bed, your arms and legs spread out wide like a starfish while lying on your back as you stared up into the ceiling with a look of deep contemplation on your face.
“What is on your mind? Please, tell me.” He spoke softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed while continuing to watch you with great interest.
“Nothing interesting.” You hummed, turning your head to look up at the big and lovable demon next to you. “I just feel all squishy inside when you and Barbatos let me push you around sometimes.”
You pouted with a look of guilt on your face, pressing your palms up against your cheeks as you felt them begin to flush and grow warm with embarrassment. The more you thought about it, the more absurd it sounded.
You were just a human, a normal person from another world- and here you were treating someone from a millennia long line of Royal Lineage as if he were your own personal plaything… He was literally in charge of entire nations and nation states, and yet here he was, allowing you to frivolously declare that today should be a day you are allowed to stay in bed and sleep in!
It also didn't help ease your tension when you heard a loud, cheerful bellow of laughter ring out from said man sitting next to you.
“Ah! I'm sorry- I'm not laughing at you, My Love.” He finally spoke, as you sat up to glare over at him wiping the stray tears out of his eyes.
In what felt like a blur of movement he leaned over to you, cupping your much smaller, and suddenly much warmer, face in his large palms. You felt your breath catch in your throat, as the pad of his thumb began to trace the outline of your lips with so much care that you were barely able to register his touch.
You turned your gaze up to him, sighing as you began to wander and get lost in those incredible golden eyes of his as you were trying to count the different flecks of color that were present in his iris.
“I cannot emphasize to you enough that you don't “push me around”, My Love.” He said, his tone as soft as the pillows on the bed. “I want everything that is you- your thoughts, your desires, and even your silly whimsy for events such as a Snow Day.”
He leaned in to press his lips against yours, feeling the love and compassion he felt through one simple, chaste kiss.
He certainly knew how to make a person swoon, that was for sure.
“Now.” He said, pulling away gently as he continued to hold your face in his hands. “Tell me what it is we do for this snow day- I hear there is one where you construct men out of snow. Is it like making a Gollum to do your bidding?”
“You want to make a snowman…?” You laughed, snuggling into his palms as he smiled even wider. “Sure, but afterwards I want to drink some Hot Cocoa and take a nap.”
“Of course, anything for you, My Love.” He agreed quite readily, as he started to pull back to give you room to stretch and stand up on your own.
Not a moment later, there was a swift knock on the door as Barbatos came back into the room. He held on a small silver platter that had two cups of coffee, along with a small bowl of sugar and a small pitcher of cream.
“Young Master, it has been taken care of- all the classes from RAD have been canceled.” Barbatos spoke, bowing once more once he placed the platter gently down onto the small table in front of the black leather couch.
“Once you've changed and finished your coffee, I'll have breakfast prepared downstairs in the dining room.” He said, speaking I'm his usual polite tone. “Please, do not forget to dress appropriately for the occasion, MC, we do not want you to get injured or catch an illness in the snow.”
“Good idea- I'll make sure they are dressed appropriately for the occasion.” Diavolo assured, as Barbatos nodded and took his leave to prepare the morning meal.
“You know, the first thing on the agenda for a snow day?” You asked, walking over to the cup to grab it, enjoying the warmth up against your fingertips.
“No- enlighten me.” Diavolo said, standing behind you while wrapping you up tightly into his embrace.
“It's taking a nice, hot shower to wake yourself up.” You informed him, placing the mug down and pulling him along to the en suite bathroom that was attached to his chambers. “Since you are hell bent on keeping me awake, I might as well wake up the right way with a nice warm shower.”
“Delightful! I shall assist in washing and drying your hair so that you don't catch any illness!” The big demon laughed, allowing you to pull him along as if he were some kind of pet to you.
Still absurd to think about the most powerful demon in the realm allowing you to treat him like this, but you weren’t complaining, as it all felt so domestic and comfortable.
“You and Barbatos keep saying that! I'm not made of paper, you know?!” You chided, closing the door behind you as you and Diavolo laughed while getting ready to begin to celebrate your very first snow day in the devildom!
Of course, after breakfast had been eaten and your winter coat inspected, you looked down at your D.D.D. while you were in the middle of showing Diavolo how to build a proper snowman for the Demon Lord's Courtyard.
You laughed having to explain that no, the snowmen weren’t enchanted warriors meant for protection, but just a fun little activity you do to help commemorate the snow fall.
Mammon: Yo! MC, was canceling classes today your doin’??
Mammon: If so, we should send ya over to the Demon Lord's Castle more often!
Lucifer: I see that you have aligned yourself as a traitor, Mammon.
Mammon: Huh??
Leviathan: You absolute Scumbag! How could you EVEN say that?!
Mammon: HUH??
Satan: For once we all seem to agree, Mammon should be strung up for his crimes.
Asmodeous: IDK, I kind of like having a free day off…
Belphegore: Another criminal to be hanged.
Asmodeus: EEP
Belzebub: I'm hungry… When are we having breakfast?
Mammon: You literally just ate??
You smiled, shaking your head as you slipped your D.D.D. back into your pocket. “Good! Now all we need is a Carrot for the nose, and a hat and scarf so he doesn't get too cold!”
“Too cold?” Diavolo asked, tilting his head with a quizzical expression on his face. “Isn't he made of snow? Wouldn't he get too warm if he were to wear a scarf?”
Helloo, is it alright to ask if you could do one where reader is kinda like garter who is the caretaker for polyester and polyurethane appointed by ramie or something but aside from assigning them missions and looking out for them, they also take advantage of the fact that reader would do anything for them and that includes being their stress reliever anywhere or anytime they want, and it happens alot because they crash out very easily 😭🙏
Hello! Hope you're having an awesome day!
I wanted to clarify something with you, if that's OK. See, I have Fics similar to this request kind of in the sense that Reader is the Brother's Caregiver and is similar to Garter.
A Fem!Reader who is thier Mistress who sends them on missions and monitors thier work. She also has a non descript Truck called Gossamar, and an assistant Zipper names Snaps- she also owns a Bar and Club in Downtown Daten city, She rules over them with an Iron Fist, but can be sweet and carring when she needs to be.
>Here is the original fic I wrote<
>Here was the Sequal<
>Polyester Lovin'<
>Polyurethane Lovin'<
>Here she is Softer<
>Lipstick Fun Here<
I think that's it- she is my favorite to write abou tbh, turning more and more into an OC by the day whoopsie.
Anyway, I can add this to my Queue list if it's what you want, or do these fics fill in the request.
Let me know, I'm more than happy to add onto my list! Oh, also don't mind doing some leg work for y'all, I also post o fARchive since it's easier to scroll and use.
Tumblr crashes so damn much it's why I always cross post there.
Hiii this is my first time requesting a fic from anyone so I'm not sure how this works 😭. I wanted to ask if you could do a cupid reader x polyurethane trapped together. Can it be spicy please 😖🙏. Sorry idk how to do these
We are SO BACK- I finally found my inner 🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛, so Enjoy!
On the Rocks
Polyurethane/Fem!Reader
(Rated E)
🔞(18+ Only)🔞
You sit on your knees in front of the door, your forehead and palms pressed up against the aging wood, as you release a loud sigh as a way to help destress from your current dilemma.
This seems to keep happening somehow… maybe you were cursed or something. See, it was kind of your job to help those in need find their true partners in life- lovers, family, friends.
You were meant to help, and sometimes in an attempt to help… you ended up getting stuck.
Stuck in cars, stuck in shipping containers, and even stuck in the middle of nowhere… and now you can be stuck in a dank attic that was about the size of a closet to that growing list.
In your attempt to find a common ground for this potential couple to bond over, your search has led you here to this old house.
What's different about this time, though, is you seem to have managed to attract some company this time.
One of the Angel Brothers that was sent from Heaven to help eradicate ghosts on earth was in here with you.
He claimed to have been following his ghost alarm here, and was disappointed to find the house empty sans for you.
He did a thorough search of the house, and now without any phone signal or working weaponry, you were both stuck in this place for the time being until his brother came round to look for him.
“This, like, royal blows!” Polyurethane complained, laying down on his back while glaring at the wooden beams that were holding up the triangular ceiling.
You didn't have a response to that, as you lifted your head up just enough to let gravity take it back down, as you made a satisfying thunk as your face hit the solid wooden door.
“Yes- I'm aware of that.” You spoke with a dry tone, sighing loudly as you thunked your head against the door once more.
“Will you quit that, already?!” Polyurethane scolded, lifting himself up into a lounging position to look at you. “It's not going to make things go any faster.”
“I know!” You raised your voice, running your palms down your face as you fought off the urge to scream. “You're just making this really, really hard.”
“Me?! I haven't even done anything.” He grumbled, sitting up all the way to stare over at you.
Ugh- why does he have to be here?!
“I mean- I'm used to this sort of thing.” You said, leaning back and allowing yourself to fall over onto the floor.
The space was so small that your face was now touching his knee, as he adjusted himself to sit cross legged on the floor to give you more room.
“... For real? Like, for real for real?" He asked, placing his elbows on said knees while resting his head in his upturned palms. “What's that got to do with me?”
“It must be a curse, I think.” You sighed, lifting your own knees into the air as you began to swing them back and forth to try and distract yourself.
Has it always been this hot in here?
“My job takes me to all kinds of weird places, right?” You explained, turning to look at the pink haired angel. “I get stuck in places all the time! Inside buildings, underground- oh! I got stuck in a train once, not like in the cars, but like in the mechanical components of the train."
“Real shit?!” Polyurethane asked, looking down at you with his beautiful blue eyes.
“Yeah, and normally I'm by myself, so being stuck with someone… Well, it's different.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heating up as you turned your gaze away, fiddling with the ends of your hair to keep your mind occupied on anything else but the handsome angel in this small space with you.
You didn't want to think about the heart in your chest that fluttered every time he looked at you. “It's lonely, sometimes- so this feels nice.”
It's funny, it was your literal job- pushing fractured souls of humans together to help them create a tighter bond amongst them.
It was an important job to help humans find their perfect matches, as not everyone was born with a string of faith attached to them.
Your job was literally about finding love, and yet, you always find yourself so alone at the end of the day.
“Yeah, same.” He sighed, rubbing his head to look at the unfinished wooden wall next to him. You winced, not realizing you accidentally spoke your true feelings out loud.
But, well, there was really nothing else to do but talk.
Might as well get to know each other better.
“You have your brother, at least, and those angel sisters have each other.” You mused, watching Polyurethane's unfocused eyes stare at the blank wall in contemplation. “Heck, even those demon sisters have each other.”
You swallowed, feeling as if something thick was caught in your throat, as you felt your face and the tips of your ears growing warm as blood began to rush to the surface.
Seriously, it must be hot in here, there's no other way to explain your sudden warmth.
It couldn't be Angel Polyurethane making your insides feel all wiggly… Right?
“I'm always just alone.” You whispered, feeling the palms of your hands grow a little cold despite the warmth in the room.
You're not sure what's compelling you to be so honest with him, but it felt kind of nice to get those feelings out of your chest for once.
It felt lighter.
“No cap, you Cupids have it pretty rough.” Polyurethane finally responded, as he turned his head back to look down at you. You held your breath, taking notice of how stunning his blue eyes seemed to be.
They held such a mischievous glint in them, a promise of a good time that you seemed to have a lack of in your life.
You couldn't stop yourself, feeling the zap of desire shooting through veins, as you felt your skin shiver in response to what your eyes were seeing.
Cupids know love above all else, and you were also well aware of the desire that came with it, but you still tried hard to fight it.
This was not the time, nor the place!
You hoped he hadn't noticed, that your eyes slowly trailed down from his face towards his neck, thick and muscular as you watched his throat dance as he hummed at your attempts to secretly check him out.
You had continued to move your gaze down, licking your lips as they suddenly felt really dry, noticing that his pecs pressed up against the tight fabric of his suit so much that you could easily see the outline of his nipples pressing out.
You couldn't stop the intrusive thought of wanting to lick and nip at him like a feral beast.
You couldn't stop yourself now- continuing to let your eyes roam down the rest of his body, past his thin waist that had his entire muscular build on display through the thin material of his outfit.
You counted each and every pectoral muscle that could be seen in his hunched over state, swallowing as you felt your mouth suddenly going dry.
Once you gaze was low enough, your eyes zoned in on the one spot that you couldn't seem to pull away from, as you pull your knees to your chest shut while rubbing your thighs together to create a small amount of friction.
It was impossible to deny.
Angel Polyurethane was big. Very, very big.
“My eyes are up here, Sweetie.” Polyurethane teased, clicking his tongue and shaking his head “absolutely shameless.”
“Ah… Su-sorry!” You squeaked, covering your eyes with your hands as you turned away from him.
“Can't say I blame you, I'm like, totally irresistible.” He brags, sporting a grin that rivaled that of a god.
“Ooo- someone's confident.” You grumbled, turning onto your side to face away from him out of shame.
He was really hot, and he was being very kind listening to your ramble, but he just had to ruin it by being narcissistic.
Total mood killer.
“Duh- you shouldn't hide your best assets, you should always flaunt them instead.” He laughed, stretching his legs out in front of him as he laid back down on his back.
“Tch- just having it isn't enough, you also know how to use it.” You shot back, stretching your legs out as you now laid together on the floor side by side.
Just as Polyurethane opened his mouth to argue with you, his watch chimed on his wrist to tell him that his working shift was finally over.
“Finally!” He nearly shouted, causing you to flinch at the sudden increase I'm volume.
“What the- mmph?!” Before you could even finish asking what was going on, you flinched again, as Polyurethane had rolled himself to lay on top of you.
Despite your recoiling, Polyurethane had managed to capture your lips in a quick kiss. You barely even had a chance to react, as your eyes were wide in shock as you swear you could feel your heat skipping a few beats.
“I'm off the clock now, Pookie.” He laughed, running his hands down your sides and to your hips. “We doing this, or what?”
You scoffed, and shook your head, more out of embarrassment than anything else.
“Wait, I mean- uhh, yes!” You corrected yourself quickly, reaching your arms up to wrap yourself around his neck. “You just shocked me, but I'm totally down, like right now.”
You sure hoped he didn't mind that you sounded a little desperate.
“Gucchi- lets do this.” He said, not wasting anymore time, as he leaned his head back down to capture your lips into another kiss.
This one was different than before, slower, hungrier. You sighed, relaxing into his hold as you felt his hands squeezing and grabbing at the skin around your hips.
You moaned at the feeling, his string grip pulling you up into him as he eagerly plunged his tongue into your mouth while you were distracted by his hands.
Your body felt hot now, no denying it, as you felt him grinding his hips into you with an eagerness that rivaled your own.
“Ha- all it took was your alarm going off?” you asked, trying to catch your breath as Polyurethane pulled himself off of your lips, only to latch himself onto your exposed neck and sternum.
“On the clock, I'm an angel.” He spoke, voice thick and husky from your recent activity. “Off the clock, I'm a freak.”
He then bit and sucked at your skin, leaving teeth marks and bruises anywhere and everywhere he could, and he only lifted himself up long enough to pull your shirt off of your body.
“Ah, fuck- that's good!” you nearly screamed, feeling him latch onto one of your nipples as he continued his fast and rough pace.
All you could do was throw your head back and moan, hands threading through his hair as you pulled at his locks, trying to find a way to ground yourself in the moment.
You lifted your hips again to grind your center up against the growing bulge in his uniform, feeling him sigh against your skin as he switched to suck on your other nipple.
“Don't tease me!” you whined, feeling Polyurethane moving back up to your neck to continue to bite at the skin there.
“Impatient, aren't we?” He mocked, feeling you tugging down at his hair to try and force him to move further and further down your body. “Lemme hear you beg for it, Pookie. Tell me how much you want it.”
“You! Ugh!” you balked, feeling your pride bubbling up in your gut as your knee jerk reaction was to deny him.
However, you could feel your pussy gushing out, as your walls eagerly fluttered around nothing but empty space.
“Fine!” You shouted, feeling your body twisting as it begged for any kind of touch to your neglected core. “Please! Ack- Puh-leasseee touch me!”
“I'm already touching you, aren't I.” He chuckled, feeling how frustrated you are as your grip on his hair tightens.
It was just way too fun to rile you up.
“No! Touch me here!” You demanded, taking one of his large hands that was on your hip, moving it to press into your clothed core.
“Oh? You're already dripping?” He asked, pulling your clothes away to place his hand up against your mound. “Shit- I guess the rumors really are true.”
“Ru-rumors?” You asked, feeling yourself quivering at how close he was to giving you what you wanted.
“Yeah- I heard that Cupids run way hotter than Angels or Humans.” He chuckled, running one of his fingers down your slit, pressing into your clit right before teasing your entrance by circling around it. “I also heard that if you rile’ em just right, they go feral.”
“That's it!” You shouted, rolling you both over so that you were the one sitting on top of his hips. “You want feral, I'll give you feral.”
Your irises had turned into hearts, as you felt your body finally give in to what you truly wanted.
You pulled his suit all the way down his body, licking your lips at the sight of his cock springing out from the confines of the fabric. You cooed, grabbing at the appendage, as you gave him a few strokes up and down his thick shaft.
“Ah-” Polyurethane whined, feeling your tight grip as you maneuvered yourself to be aligned with your blazing core.
He could swear that your skin had turned a shade of pink as well, but it was hard to focus on the details when he felt the tip of his dick kissing at the soft entrance of your lips.
“Hnng- guess it was me that was a freak the whole time.” You sang out, sinking yourself down onto him with one quick motion.
“Holy- fuck!” You heard Polyurethane nearly scream, as his hands moved to grab onto your thighs while you locked yourself in around his legs.
You literally had him wrapped around you now- and he was sure glad that the rumors he had heard were true.
He finally got to experience a Cupid for himself, and now that he had, he may never want to let it go.
“Ahh! So good!” You screamed, bouncing yourself up and down the entire length of his cock, your body oozing out obscene amounts of lubrication as you all but used him to chase your own pleasure.
He didn't seem to mind one bit, as you felt his nails digging into your skin as he watched the creamy liquid coating his aching cock.
“Fuck, Baby- you're so good.” He moaned, feeling your walls clamping around him with every bounce of your hip. “Can't hold on much longer, Pookie. You're going to drain me dry.”
“Oh? Then you must not have heard all the rumors then.” You laughed, giving your thighs a break as you sat on his hips, continuing to grind on him as you felt his cock pulsing within you.
“Fuck- I'm gonna, hah!” He cried out, not able to hold back any longer as you felt him release inside of you- coating your walls in his stringy seed as you threw your head back and practically howled at the warm feeling flooding into you.
It was enough to energize you again, as you went back to roughly bouncing on him, laughing as you saw a look of shock and realization on his face.
“My- my slick, fuck-” you said, finally angling yourself just right to have the head of his dick his that specify spongy spot inside of you. “My Slick is an aphrodisiac, meaning, you don't get to stop until I'm done.”
“Gah, how- how long will that be?” He asked, a slight shake in his voice as he felt himself coming to euphoria once again.
“I can go for hours, My Angel, I hope you're ready.” You laughed, grinding down harder on him as you used your hand to quickly flick and pinch at your neglected clit.
By the time you had finally finished, and you had collapsed onto his chest out of exhaustion, you snorted as you heard him snoring underneath you.
“Hmm- being stuck with someone else isn't so bad afterall.” You sighed, lifting your hips up to release Polyurethane's now flaccid cock from inside your heated core.
You'll have to get stuck with him more often, if this is what awaits you in the end.
they joke about you being needy but you take it seriously so you stopped kissing and sleeping with them and suddenly they're not laughing anymore.
mdni. 18+ only. grinding. suggestive but no actual sex. reader enjoys being an insufferable tease <3
sylus.
You pushed him down on the couch and straddled his thighs while one of his hand runs up and down your back, and the other rests on your waist.
He breaks free from your deep kiss with a playful smirk on his face.
"You've been quite needy lately, kitten."
You paused.
Needy?
"Oh."
Sylus froze as soon as he saw the lack of amusement on your face.
"I didn't mean — "
"No, you're so right." You suddenly got off his lap and expertly dodged the hands that attempted to catch you and pull you back down. "I really should calm down, shouldn't I ?"
"No — "
"That's such a great idea, Sylus." you smiled and pinched his cheek. "Let's do something else instead. Let's make cookies!"
That was the start of Sylus' awful week, when he didn't get to touch you at all.
No hand holding.
No hugs.
No kisses.
No sex.
Sylus thinks he might actually go insane.
But he can't lose your game so easily.
He'll toughen up if he must.
He lasted years without you and he had successfully kept his distance from you, no matter how difficult and tempting, until the time was right.
His patience and self-control are not to be underestimated.
He'll be fine.
That's what Sylus keeps reminding himself every time he gets the urge to hold you. Every time his eyes fall to your lips, he tells himself that he'll survive without them.
You're trying to punish him for calling you needy, but he won't give in.
He'll wait until you give in.
It's more fun that way.
Okay, so this is harder than he thought.
It's day two and he's already weak on the knees from the very moment you walked out of the bathroom wearing the dress for tonight's date.
Sylus watched you put on your heels, flashing him a part of your thighs while doing so, and he wanted to run a hand on it to feel your smooth skin.
"Sylus?"
He blinked out of his trance to realize you just asked him a question. "What was that, sweetie?"
"I was asking if it'll be cold in the restaurant you chose, so I can know if I should bring a jacket or not."
He shook his head. "You'll be just fine."
That was a total lie.
It turned out to be cold as your table was specially reserved at a rooftop of a building.
However, it just so happens that Sylus has a jacket and the cold wasn't affecting him, so he was able to give it to you.
With a grin on his face, Sylus pulled your seat right next to his and gently put the jacket around your shoulders, making sure his fingers brush against your skin even if it's only for a second.
"Thanks." as you gave him a smile, you slightly moved closer to his face. "I feel much better now."
Sylus made the mistake of looking at your lips. Without much thought, his head tilted down and his nose grazed yours before aligning your lips.
"Wow! This wine is so good! Try it!" You shoved your glass of wine to his lips before scooting your chair back to its initial place, a couple of feet away from him.
Sylus almost choked on the alcohol but gladly accepted your offer. He put his lips on the same spot that had your lipstick stain on it.
At the very least, he got to enjoy an indirect kiss that should keep him satisfied for the rest of the week.
Or so he thought.
Day four.
The frustration has gotten to Sylus.
It's like owning the world's most valued weapon yet not being able to use it.
He can look, but he can't touch.
It's much more difficult than he thought.
Especially when you're doing everything in your power to make him cave in.
Well, technically, you aren't doing anything out of the ordinary.
Right now, all you're doing is hitting the punching bag in the exact way that he taught you, but the way you look at the moment is making him want to grab you and pin you down — or you can be the one to pin him down. It doesn't matter to him. All he wants is his body to be pressed against yours.
Sylus quietly growled under his breath.
He clenched his fist and started to hit the other punching bag, hoping to take away some of the tension burning inside him, particularly inside his shorts.
You tilted your head and watched curiously as Sylus' punches to the sandbag has gotten heavier, leaving such satisfying sounds at the impact.
"Whoa! So good! You look like you're getting ready to beat up some real nasty bad guys. Did anyone piss you off or something?" You picked up the clean towel nearby and held it up towards his face to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "You do look tense lately."
Sylus' left hand suddenly caught the one you're using to wipe his face. "You're a vicious little kitten."
He gave your hand a kiss before stepping back and patting your head before walking out of the room and leaving you alone.
"Hey, where are you going?! We haven't sparred yet!"
"Shower." He looked over his shoulder to give you a smirk. "Would you like to join?"
You almost agreed in a heartbeat.
But you have to stay strong.
"Nope, I'll just stay here and keep practicing so I can kick your ass the next time we spar."
Your own answer only disappointed the both of you.
Day seven.
You and Sylus went out for a ride on his newest motorcycle at night, on the empty, spatious roads of N109.
It was the worst idea of all.
As the one that's manipulating the vehicle, you're the one sitting at the front and you took advantage of the close proximity by pressing your ass right against his crotch.
Sylus had to concentrate on making sure his grip on your waist doesn't hurt you, with the way his body had gone stiff. Every part of him.
Every bump on the road slammed your hips against him and he had to hold his breath every time. His pants became tighter and tighter by the minute, and his breath had gotten unsteady.
He was sweating throughout the entire ride.
And once you finally made it back to his place, Sylus' patience finally broke.
From the moment you got off the motorcycle, Sylus quickly removed his motorcycle before taking off yours.
As soon as your face was in clear view, before you could even comprehend what was happening, Sylus' left hand caressed your jawline before locking his lips with yours.
Your eyes widened with surprise, though you didn't waste a precious second to kiss him back and pull him close by grabbing onto his shoulders.
Sylus didn't dare to pull away until he was out of breath. Even then, he'd only stop for a second before diving back in like a starved man.
Every time you'd pull back to gasp for air, Sylus would come after your lips and slip his tongue between them to capture yours.
"You win." he huffs in between kisses while your hands run through the strands of his hair. "I yield."
"Heh?" you can't help but grin. "What are you talking about? What are you yielding for?"
"Don't play innocent, kitten. You know what you've been doing." He tapped your forehead as you laughed. "I won't call you needy ever again, so if you could stop teasing me, I'd greatly appreciate it." he whispered against your ear before kissing it softly, "I don't know how long I can keep holding back."
"Since you learned your lesson...." you pressed your lips under his jaw. "You don't need to hold back anymore."
That was all he needed to hear.
Sylus wrapped your legs around his hips and kept you up against him as he made his way into his bedroom.
zayne
You're drawing random patterns with your finger on Zayne's bare chest as you cuddle with him when suddenly, he made a lighthearted joke.
"Your libido has been rather high lately. Based on my record, your premenstrual syndrome symptoms shouldn't be showing up for another two weeks."
You looked up to see the playful grin on his face.
"Oh, is that right?" you huff. "Must be my diet or something. No worries, I'll fix it."
Zayne blinked with confusion. "Huh?" But he received no more response for an explanation as you closed your eyes and drifted oft to sleep.
It was only until the very next day when he realized his mistake when he received absolutely zero kisses.
He was quick to figure out what brought on such an evil scheme.
"Oh, no..."
Day three.
You stopped by his work to join him for lunch, just as he requested.
Zayne observed that you're not angry with him and you have no problem spending time with him. You act normal for the most part. The one big change with your behavior is that you refuse to give him any physical affection.
You didn't even give him a hug as you greeted him.
It feels strange. It's like he's forgetting something as important like his wallet or his car keys.
"Are you punishing me for what I said the other day?"
"What you said the other day?"
"You know... about your high libido...."
He could've sworn a vein popped out from your forehead just now and he does his best to suppress a smile of amusement. He's already in trouble. He doesn't want to dig his grave any deeper.
"Nope! I don't care at all!"
Despite the words that came out of your mouth, you continued to make him suffer.
Later that day, you met up aftet work to drink milk tea while taking a night stroll around the city during such a lovely weather.
The way you were smiling the whole time made Zayne want to hold your hand and keep you close to him.
And yet, you were constantly moving around so much, either on purpose or due to all the sugar from your drink, so he ended the night feeling somewhat emptyhanded.
He hasn't realized until now just how much he enjoys even the little touches you grace him with.
Day five.
You and Zayne attended a formal event.
It's a banquet for the hunters association and you were obligated to come, and he was your date, so you two dressed up nicely to follow the dress code.
Although, if he was being honest, Zayne wishes you two are still in your apartment, where he can have you all to himself.
Ever since he had come to your home to picked you up, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. And throughout the event, he has been rather... uneasy.
As you're eating dessert, Zayne can't help but imagine tasting it from your lips. It has been days since he last kissed you, and he needed to be reminded of your sweetness.
He needed to feel the warmth and softness of your skin underneath your dress.
Zayne lets out a shaky breath before loosening his tie.
It seems that the room suddenly feels hot.
Or maybe it's just his racing mind and heart and the blood rushing down below his hips.
"Zayne, are you okay?"
You scooted your chair closer to him so that your legs are touching. You faced him and put a hand on his forehead.
"You feel warm. Are you sick?"
Zayne lets out a laugh that was half-nervous. "Are you teasing me again?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just worried about you."
He detected from your tone that you are indeed teasing him.
On the drive back, Zayne was clutching the steering wheel as his mind continues to race, imagining all the things that he'd been wanting to do with you. Sitting still became difficult with a bulge rising through his pants.
But yet again, he ends the night without a single touch from you.
And Zayne has decided, he'll never joke about anything ever again.
Day six.
On his day off, Zayne had taken you out for a picnic and the torture continues.
Whenever you two have a picnic, there's lots of cuddling involved. This time, there's none at all and there's the Happy Snowman plushie sitting right between you two as a barrier.
You two are playing kitty cards and Zayne seems to be on top of his game today.
After all, he had a special proposal.
"Whoever wins must do something that the winner wants."
It's a simple but classic prize that no one can ever resist, so you gladly accepted the challenge thinking you'd easily win.
But Zayne's focus is unshakeable.
He's consecutively dropping assist cards to take away your points, and somehow he's stocking up all the sixes.
He won't even let you switch cards by acting cute. That's how serious it is right now. The stakes are high.
After six rounds, Zayne comes out as the winner.
"How could this happen?!"
Zayne chuckles at your dramatic cries, aggressively shaking Happy Snowman as if it was the one responsible for your loss.
Unfortunately for Happy Snowman, it's Zayne's turn to have your attention.
Zayne snatched the plushie out of your hands and set it aside.
"Darling, it's time for me to claim my prize."
You sigh and bowed playfully. "Yes, yes, congratulations for being crowned as the King of the Kitties. What can I do for you, Your Highness?"
Zayne smiled and gently held your chin with his fingers before guiding you to look up so you can lock gazes.
"Kiss me."
Your mouth drops at his request, face immediately heating up.
"Oh."
He found a way to end your silly little game.
He really is a clever boy.
"Your wish is my command~"
At last, you stop holding back against your urges and brought yourself on his lap.
Zayne eagerly welcomes you into his arms and wraps them around you tightly, making sure you don't try to escape.
His lips meets yours with desperation and his hands slides down to your thighs, encouraging you to sway your hips back and forth.
Between the deep and heavy kisses, he mutters, "I joked about you being needy yet here I am, being the needy one. But it's all your fault. Are you going to take responsbility for it?" Zayne pressed you down against his hips to let you feel just how hard he is for you.
"...should we end picnic early?"
"We should end picnic early."
caleb
You stumbled into his room while removing his shirt and almost tripped on his feet as you reached the bed.
"What's the rush, Pip-squeak? And here I thought I was the needy one."
Your hands come to a halt.
"What did you say?"
"I said there's no need to rush, I'm not going anywhere — "
"No, you just called me needy just now."
Caleb chuckles at your furrowed brows.
"I was joking, Pip— what are you doing?" you picked up his shirt that you dropped on the floor and threw it at his chest before walking out of his room.
"Gonna be needy all by myself in my room. Goodnight."
"Wha — hey wait!"
It's too late. You stomped your way into your own room and Caleb is left all alone with a boner that remained standing until his mood died down.
Caleb sent you a bunch of stickers, hoping you'd come back beside him. Sadly, you ignored all of them and he was forced to sleep with a cold, empty bedside.
The next day, Caleb woke up early and prepared breakfast for the two of you as usual. You came out of your room and lazily greeted him a good morning, so he was relieved to know that you weren't really mad.
But once he tried to kiss you on the cheek after giving you a cup of coffee and you blocked his lips with the palm of your hands, he learned that he's not completely off the hook just yet.
"No."
"Huh?"
"No kisses."
"What?! Why?!"
You almost laughed at the way his face shifted, looking like a little boy who'd gotten his favorite toy taken away.
"Because. I don't want to seem needy."
"Come onnnn, it was a joke! I'm sorry!" he tried to embrace you from the back but you stood up and moved away.
"Wow, look how nice the weather looks today!" you exclaimed as you look out the window, admiring the clouds of Skyhaven.
Caleb pouts at the way you deflected him.
Knowing how you behave whenever you're being petty, he has to brace himself for the worst few upcoming days of his life.
Day two.
The pout hasn't left his face.
You two are working out together at his home gym and he's pouting as he's doing push ups.
You're not even sitting on his back and motivating him to do more reps. You're just doing your own sets of excercises in front of him while pretending he's not there.
"Pip-squeak, look. I'm doing push-ups with one hand."
"...."
"Now I'm doing push-ups with just one finger!"
"..."
No matter what he did to grab your attention, he just couldn't get you to look at him.
But what if....
"Whew, it's so hot in here."
Caleb took off his shirt and threw it aside.
He tries not to grin as he caught you sneaking glances from the corner of your eye.
Now, he'll do pull-ups on the bar right in front of you.
Or at least, that was the plan.
His shirt was thrown back at his chest just like the other night.
"Caleb you dummy. You'll get cold."
You walked out of the room and he was back to pouting.
Day four.
You went back to Linkon at Monday morning. Caleb couldn't believe he lasted four whole days without getting a single kiss from you. He didn't even get to hold your hand or pat your head.
The lack of physical affection and intimacy should be nothing to him since he always had to hold back from acting on his feelings for you. He was willing to wait forever for you.
But now that he thinks about it, he'd always been touchy with you.
Even before you were in a romantic relationship, he'd given you plenty of hugs, he'd given you lots of forehead kisses, he'd hold your hands whenever you let him, he'd hold you when you don't want to sleep alone, and he'd even kissed your cheek during the times whenever you pretended to be a couple.
Physical affection has always been a part of your relationship.
Taking it away is like taking away a pilot's airplane.
Well, maybe it's not that drastic but it surely feels that way to Caleb.
Now that he's able to kiss you and hold you whenever he wants, he can't stop. He loves being with you and becoming one with you.
He can't help but seek for your touch.
It's only been a few days but he misses your warmth. He misses how you taste. He misses the sounds you'd make.
Oh, he definitely won't survive for long.
This scheme of yours has to end now.
Day five.
You got a good jumpscare when The Colonel showed up at your doorstep at night, in his full uniform and all.
Before opening the door, you peeked through the peephole and took note of his serious expression, just as The Colonel often appears as.
But the scary demeanor vanished the moment you oppened the door.
His face lights up and you're flashed with the warm smile you've used to seeing.
"Caleb! What are you doing here?!"
"I just dropped by to bring you something you forgot at my house. It's pretty important so I thought I'd make a trip to Linkon so you don't worry about it."
You let him in your apartment, trying to recall what you could have forgotten. You were able to get through a long day at work without noticing anything missing, so what could've been that important that he had to give to you immediately?
"What did I forget?"
Caleb dug something from one of the pockets of his coat.
"Ta-da! Here you go~"
Caleb took your left hand and dropped something to your palm.
".....Are you being serious right now?"
A hair clip.
"What? It's something that you use every day, is it not? I know you were probably feeling weird without it. You're welcome."
"...I leave this behind on purpose. I always use it whenever I'm at your house, every time I'm doing my hair. It was meant to stay there."
Caleb laughs and scratches the back of his head. "Oh, my baaaad, Pip-squeak. Ah, but since I'm already here, might as well have dinner together!I'll help you cook~"
He removed his hat and coat before entering your kitchen. You're in the middle of making dinner too, so he somehow arrived perfectly on time.
You should've known he came in with a mission.
As he goes around the kitchen, he does everything possible to accidentally touch you.
He'd lightly bump into you and touches your shoulder as he apologizes.
His hand brushes against your waist to move you aside so he can pass by.
He stands behind you and reaching over you so he could get some containers on the cabinet, making sure to grind his hips against your ass just for a brief second.
Eventually, you found yourself cornered against the fridge.
"What are you doing?"
"Making dinnner." you glare at him and he was quick to give you a pout. "...And trying to win your attention because you've been so mean to me by neglecting me."
"Neglecting?" you tilted your head. "But I thought I was being needy."
Caleb groans before completely losing his patience.
He pulls you into a hug. "I'm sorry! I won't say it again! Please don't punish me anymore I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry — " his embrace starts getting tighter at every word, making you cough dramatically.
"Jeez, alright fine! I get it, now let me go — "
"Never!"
Caleb lifts you off the ground and nuzzles his face against yours. "So soft and so warm ~"
"Caleb, the pot is boiling!"
"The pot can wait. I'm busy."
"Caleb — " the sizzling noises from the stove forced him to jump away from you.
"Okay I'm coming!"
rafayel
"You don't need to be so needy cutie, I'm not going anywhere~"
You pulled away from his kiss and raised a brow at him. "Needy...?"
Rafayel's eyes widen as he realized what he just said. "I — I was just joking!"
"Right..."
You laughed along but five minutes later, the kisses suddenly stopped and your attention shifted to your phone to play a silly game (one that he recommended to you in the first place).
Rafayel didn't think much of it. He was able to cuddle with you as the two of you fell asleep that night.
But once he woke up, things started to seem weird to him.
As you left to go to work, you didn't give him a kiss. You always give him a kiss. You rushed out of the studio before he could even remind you about it.
He didn't get to see you for the rest of the day because the Wanderers robbed him all of your time and energy.
At the very least, he was able to videocall with you and chat with you about how your day went. Though, seeing your sleeping face made him wish he was next to you so he could comfort you and ease your exhaustion.
Day two.
You joined him for a stroll at the beach and helped him collect some shells. He tried to hold your hand but you not-so-subtly moved away from him.
The face he made was worthy of a drama actor award.
"Are you worried I'd give you a virus? Come here, cutie, I'm perfectly clean. I just took a bath an hour ago."
"No no, just don't wanna seem clingy, that's all."
Rafayel took a moment to figure out what prompted that response.
"Waaaait, you're not really mad about me calling you needy, are you? It was just a joke, Miss Bodyguuaaard..."
"Mhmm."
Rafayel sighs as he realizes you're going to prolong this cruel revenge of yours just a little further. It's good that you're not really mad, though he can't help but pout about it.
He had to walk through the beach with you so close yet so far from him, and his hands have never felt so cold and lonely.
You don't even always hold his hand, as sometimes collecting sea shells require all hands available, but now that he's aware of your punishment, he can't help but notice that he really loves holding your hand and giving you little kisses.
Without them, his day feels incomplete.
Day three.
You showed up at Rafayel's art exhibition and he's acting like you just dumped him.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to show up today, Miss Bodyguard. I thought you'd forgotten all about me."
He showed you one painting that you haven't seen finished until now.
"This is inspired by the gaping hole in my heart because my beloved has left me."
Trying not to laugh, you flicked his forehead. "Your beloved saw you this morning for breakfast and watched you get scolded by Thomas because you weren't ready for your event on time."
Rafayel huffs. "Well, I would have woken up early and would've been prepared on time if only I went to sleep early. But I couldn't sleep early because my beloved is being mean to me and won't let me kiss her."
"Weeeell, that sucks for you." you patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna go check out that lovely painting over there. See you later."
Rafayel followed you the entire time, walking so closely beside you so his hand would constantly brush against yours.
Once you reached an empty room, he stood right behind you and put a hand on the wall next to the painting that you're admiring.
His lips brushed against your ear after taking a whiff of your neck. "This perfume... it's the one that I really like..."
It was indeed the scent that makes him act like a cat that's high on catnip. You wore it on purpose, solely to get the reaction that he's giving right now.
Rafayel's lips brushed against your neck like a feather, testing the waters to see if you'd push him away.
So far, you do nothing but stare at the beautiful painting he worked months on.
His right hand landed on your stomach and gently nudged you back so that your body is right against his.
His kisses grew a little bolder, lingering on your skin a little longer.
But then, the sound of footsteps coming close forced you to spring away from him.
You held back a grin at his red face.
"This has been a wonderful exhibit, Sir Rafayel. Thank you for the tour."
"...Hmph..."
He crossed his arms and looked away, trying to calm down his racing heart.
Looks like his body craves for you more than he realized.
Day four.
"I got here as fast as I could! What's the emergency?!"
You slam the bathroom door open to find Rafayel chilling in his bathtub, naked body submerged in warm water mixed with pink foamy soap.
"...."
"Oh, good, you're finally here." Rafayel sighs with relief. "Miss bodyguard, you have to help me. I slipped from a paintbrush earlier and hurt my right arm, so I can't move it around easily because it hurts. Will you help me with my bath?"
"How did you get in the bathtub in the first place if your arm hurts so much?"
"Don't worry about it, cutie. That's in the past. I like to focus in the present."
You shook your head, though you're unable to hide a smile from his silly yet clever response.
You knelt down beside the bathtub and started petting his head. Right away, he closed his eyes and leaned in towards your touch.
You lowered your hand to his neck and brushed slowly your thumb against his skin just under his jaw, and you caught him gulping nervously.
Next, you slid your hand down to his chest, drawing random shapes between his pecs, causing his breath to stutter.
"But now that I think about it... how does one get help for taking a bath?" you asked. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
Rafayel caught your hand before you could even think about pulling away and leave him hard, just like yesterday at the exhibit.
"I just need you... to move your hand... just a little lower...."
Your face heated up at his low tone. His face had turned into a dark shade of red, flushed from the warmth you've made him feel with just a few light touches.
"You better be careful." you whispered, moving your hands down as slow as possible. "With how you sound just now, someone might think that you might be a little....needy...."
Rafayel opened his eyes but didn't move a single muscle. His hand remained on top of yours, letting you wander to wherever you want to.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm the needy one." he kept his gaze fixated on you. "I need to have you close to me. I need to hold you. I need to feel you."
Your face burned.
As did the rest of your body.
At last, your hand reached where he needed you to be.
Stiff and twitching, just for you.
Your core clenched as you recall the way he feels inside you.
"If.... if I'm gonna help you take a bath, you better make some room for me."
Rafayel has never moved so quickly.
xavier
Xavier breathes heavily on his bed, face flushed and chest heaving, glistening with sweat. You're lying next to him, equally spent after getting lost in each other's bodies.
"We've been doing it so much lately, I'm starting to feel sore." he says with a chuckle, putting one hand on his neck and shoulder.
"....You're right." you softly tapped on his chest as if to give him comfort. "Don't worry, I'll let you recover. Let's not do anything for a while."
Xavier's eyes widen. "What?! That's that not what I meant — "
You let out a yawn. "I'm sleepy. Goodnight, Xavier~"
"Wait — "
"Goodnight, I said."
Day one.
You had to be joking, right?
You were probably just so tired and blurted out such a hasty statement.
You probably don't even remember what you said.
Xavier didn't forget, though. He couldn't, even if he wanted to.
When he woke up at noon, you were already at work. You made breakfast for him. If you were really upset with him, you wouldn't have cooked anything for him.
So, everything should be fine.
He arrived at work and the very first thing he did is greet you at your station. You're behind your desk, busy with a report on your computer.
"Good morning."
He leaned down to give you a hug. Although you didn't return it, you didn't deflect him.
That means you really were just bluffing. Everything is fine.
"Good morning, Xavier."
Fast forward to a couple of hours later, you two are investigating an abandoned but recently used building that's been raided by Wanderers.
There was a suspicious man on site, so you hid somewhere so that you can observe him for any possible leads.
Xavier pulled you into a room that looks to be a supplies closet, which was luckily clean enough to not contain any foul smell that would make it unbearable for you to hide in.
You stood by the door that's slightly cracked open so that you can keep an eye on the suspicious man.
Xavier stood right behind you with absolutely no space between your bodies. His left hand made its way to your waist while his lips brushes against your neck.
Before he could do anything else, you turned around and covered his mouth with one hand.
"Hmm? What are you — "
"Shhh. We need to be quiet."
Okay, so you rejected his attempt to makeout.
But that was only because you couldn't risk missing out on any leads and had to focus on the suspicious guy, right? That's all. Everything is fine.
Everything is not fine.
He caught you on a conversation with Andrew and you were touching his shoulder. Then you spoke with Simone and you were touching her arm.
But when he talked to you, you didn't touch his shoulder or anything. You didn't touch his hand and you even moved away when he tried to touch yours.
For the final check: the Pocky test.
Once you're back in his apartment after work, Xavier decided to share his last box of Pocky with you.
As you were eating one, Xavier quickly went up to you.
"Wait, let me check if yours is good."
He continued to eat the stick of Pocky until he's closer to your lips.
But then you suddenly pulled back and ate the rest.
"Wah — "
You gently patted his cheeks. "Nice try."
So, it turns out you knew what he was doing and no, you were absolutely not going to give him kisses today.
And so, sulky Xavier makes his return.
Day two.
Xavier decided to get revenge for taking away kisses and cuddles by showing you the most horrifying scary movie on both of your watch list.
You two are sitting on his giant bean-bag chair, sharing a blanket while your eyes are glued to the TV screen, unable to look away at the bloody scene of another character getting ripped apart.
Little did you know, Xavier is mentally cheering.
For every jumpscare, you scoot closer and closer to him. Around halfway of the movie, you're sitting on his lap yet you're too focused on the movie to realize it.
Xavier kept quiet and rested one hand on your thigh, while the other casually shoves popcorn in his mouth.
As the end credits started to roll, Xavier got up to refill your drinks so that you can have more for the next film, which is another horror one.
"Wait where are you going?!" you grabbed his hand before he could start walking towards the kitchen.
Xavier almost laughed at your expression. "I'm just going to get us more drinks. I won't be gone for long. Just sit here and relax."
"You're not scared even a little bit?" you murmured, tightly hugging a pillow. Right now, your brain is imagining the killer in every dark spot of the apartment.
"I'll be fine~"
Five steps forward and he suddenly turns around.
"Are you really that scared?"
He uses his evol to shine a bright light on his face while pulling a silly expression, mocking the one that the killer from the movie wore.
"Ah!"
His plan worked a little too well because now, you can't sleep alone.
"Are you really that scared?" he asked, walking up to the bed, watching you hug Bunbun with your dear life. "We fought Wanderers that are much worse. If you were in the movie, I bet you'll make a good final girl that'll outlive the killer."
He sat next to you and smiled as he put a hand on the plushie.
"Bunbun can go now. I'm taking over his job in protecting you while you sleep."
You gasped as he snatched the plushie and threw him across the room.
"Xavier!"
"Ssshh, I got you."
After turning off all the lights, he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, with your back against his chest.
The second you closed your eyes, your mind starts replaying the scariest parts of the movies you just watched, causing you to shift uncomfortably.
You hear a faint gasp behind you, but you ignore it as you're trying to block off the scary images in your head.
"Ugh! It's no good! I need a distraction."
You turned around to get your phone on the nightstand, but then you come face to face with Xavier.
"A distraction?" he leans close to you so that your noses touch. "I can give you a distraction, if you want."
"....nope, I'm good." you turned back around with a huff. "Don't wanna make you sore."
Xavier laughs and nuzzles his face on your neck.
"I'll remember not to joke about something like that ever again. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"
"....are you also sorry for making me watch those really scary movies?"
"Well.... not really...."
They were excellent movies, after all. Aside from the scary parts, he could tell you enjoyed it overall.
"At least you're honest."
A few seconds later, Xavier starts to pepper kisses all over your neck and jaw.
"Do you still need a distraction? I can help you get your mind off of anything scary."
You let out a quiet moan as he softly pushed his hips against yours.
"Just focus on me."
From the moment he got on top of you, you forgot about everything — your silly scheme and the horror movies.
⤷How they react when you squirt for the first time
Caleb
You soak him mid-thrust—your slick gushing out suddenly, dripping between your thighs and down his stomach. Caleb stills for a moment, eyes locked on the mess pooling beneath you both, then lets out a sharp exhale like he’s just been punched in the gut. “Holy fuck… you just squirted all over my cock.” His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back onto him as he thrusts up—deep and rough, chasing it again. "That’s it, baby. Make a mess. I want you to keep doing that—over and over until the whole bed’s drenched.” He thumbs your clit while he pounds into you, voice tight and desperate. “You can’t even stop now, can you? Look at you—so fucked out, still leaking. That’s mine. All of it. ”You squirt out suddenly around his fingers and he freezes, eyes locked between your legs, watching the flood of slick that coats his palm and thighs.
Rafayel
Then he smiles. Slowly. Darkly. “You’ve been holding out on me.” He pushes two fingers back in without warning, pressing against that same spongy spot, curling just right—and when you jolt from overstimulation, he laughs softly, voice syrup-smooth. “Aww, what’s wrong? Too much now?” “No, no. You’re not tapping out yet. Not when I just got to the good part.” He leans close, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers: “Be a good girl and squirt again for me. I want this whole room smelling like you.”
Xavier
You squirt mid-ride, and his entire body jerks—like it physically startled him, only to be followed by the dirtiest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. “No fuckin’ way. You just made a goddamn mess.” He grabs your waist and starts fucking up into you from below, rough, wet slaps echoing in the room.“Soaked me, baby. Look at you—dripping, shaking, moaning like a fuckin’ pornstar.” He thumbs your clit with no mercy, lips brushing your ear: “We’re not done. I’m not stopping until you squirt again. And again. Let’s see how wrecked I can get you.”
Sylus
You squirt across his face the moment his tongue flattens against your clit, and he moans, messy and loud, as your slick covers his chin, lips, even his neck. He doesn’t move away. If anything, he grips your thighs tighter, licking through the mess like it’s his last meal. “Ohh, fuck yes… that’s it, pretty girl.” “So wet for me. You gonna do it again while I’m sucking on this sweet little pussy? ”He sucks your clit harder, tongue dragging in tight circles, fingers fucking into you from below. You’re twitching, whimpering—and he’s groaning like he’s in heaven. “C’mon, give it to me again. I wanna drown in it.”
Zayne
Your thighs jerk, body tight, and then your slick gushes out—warm and sudden, drenching his wrist and soaking the sheets beneath you. For a moment, Zayne goes still. His gaze drops to where his fingers are buried inside you, now coated and dripping. The soft sound of your breathing fills the room, ragged and ruined. He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t flinch. He just stares, almost fascinated. “You lost control,” he murmurs. “Completely.” He slowly withdraws his hand, watching the slick stretch between your folds and his fingers. A quiet pause. Then he drags his fingers across your inner thigh, spreading the mess without a hint of shame, eyes never leaving your face. “So reactive. And yet you haven’t even reached your limits.” He brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you with clinical slowness—not for show, but to commit the moment to memory. Then, without warning, he slides two fingers back in, deeper this time, curling with meticulous precision. “You’re going to do that again.” “I’ll make sure of it. His voice stays soft, composed—but the weight behind it is devastating. “Don’t hold back. I want everything.”
~ I couldn't just write the SMAU and not add in some actual smut for this kinda trope... Nothing too crazy length wise for the drabbles so this post is still pretty bite-sized! Hope you enjoy :)
“More… please I need more…” You were writhing below him, body slick with sweat, burning from the exertion and the fever. Sylus was panting above you, hair sticking to his forehead as he lowered himself from his hands to his arms. “Greedy…”
The kisses were wet, open-mouthed along your salty skin. His cock, still half inside of you, throbbing despite coming four or five times already. “Sy, it hurts, please…” Your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to turn your head to meet his lips.
“My poor baby.” The vibration of his words has your back arching, whimpering as he pushes all the way back in.
“Is it terrible for me to say I like having you like this?” He reluctantly pulls his lips from your skin, to look at your fucked-out face. His hips moved on their own, the sight fueling his movements just to see the relief flood your features. “Should wear off in a few hours, hopefully.”
But even as you succumbed to the pleasure, you could tell he didn’t want it to end. “Q-quit talking and fuck me harder…!”
The aphrodisiac was still flooding your veins, clouding your head. Every stroke only intensifies the hunger pooling deep in your belly. All you wanted was him, engulfing every one of your senses.
Sylus only huffed out a laugh, adjusting himself to gather your legs and press them brutally against your chest. The new angle knocked the wind out of you as he used it to his advantage and thrusted his hips harder. Just as you had not so kindly asked.
But, given your circumstances, he’d let it slide. “Sy!” You nearly yelled, eyes threatening to roll back as pleasure seeped through your aching body. Your cunt sputters around him for the umpteenth time since getting back to Onychinus’ base, but still not quite sating the endless desire to devour him whole.
“It’s going to be a long night, hmm?”
“Harder, Xavier! Please, I need it so bad…” Your face was pressed into his pillow, his hands were heavy on your bruised hips. He had already brought you to your end at least seven times, but the fever was still burning, your limbs still felt like they were filled with jello.
“I know, my girl, I know.” You couldn’t even pull yourself back enough to look at him, eyes welling with tease as his hips snapped harder against your plush skin. “Gonna fuck this awful poison right out of you, my girl. Gonna make you feel so much better.”
Cum was dripping obscenely down your inner thighs, You weren’t sure how many times Xavier had cum, but you knew your body craved more. “X-Xavier…!” You wailed, muffled by his pillow as he kissed your cervix with the head of his cock.
A sick sense of satisfaction bubbled in your stomach, lips curling into a cock-drunk smile as you clenched around him. “Cum in me again, I need to feel you cum in me.” Every ounce of shame left your body – thanks to the aphrodisiac from the wanderer.
Xavier didn’t mind it one bit, not when he could see your flushed face and drool staining his pillow case.
“You’re so cute like this, my girl. So pretty and fucked out just for me, begging for my cock. I…” He groans, cock twitching as he feels you shudder around him. “I don’t want to see you in pain, but you’re just so adorable…” He’s coming before he can stop himself, flooding your greedy womb with his seed, sending you right over the edge again.
You soak his thighs, his abdomen, every ounce of your release wetting his skin, the sheets. It was so lewd, so hot, you could only cry out as Xavier nearly collapsed on your back, hips still rutting endlessly into the tight, warm embrace of your greedy cunt.
“Z…Z please I need more than this…!” Tears leaked down your face, skin hot with the fever that made your entire body tremble. His head had been buried between your thighs for god knows how long at this point, but the pit in your stomach didn’t ease up.
Not even after coming on his tongue three times, not when his fingers fucked into you either. “Z it hurts so much, m’sorry for not being more careful and I’m sorry for saying his cologne smelt good but can you please just fuck me?”
Your chest heaves with restrained sobs, his hazel eyes dare to peek up at you over the swell of your pubic bone, mouth still occupied with your cunt. You’re coming again, back arching and thighs twitching as you try to control the near primal noises that threaten to leave you.
“It seems the effects of the wanderer’s aphrodisiac are not contagious.” He speaks as if he doesn’t have your cum glistening on his chin, his lips, nearly dripping down his neck. “Since I can confirm we won’t both fall ill from this…”
You choke on a sob as the dull head of his cock catches on your entrance, so slippery that it nearly pushes right in.
“I can fulfill my duties of making you feel better.” His mouth swallows up all of your noises, not daring to tease you further. You’ve had him in you more times than you can count, but this time? This time it has you entire body burning, nails leaving crescent shapes in his tense shoulder blades as his hips find the rhythm he knows you love.
Every drag of his cock as you crying into his mouth, tears blurring your vision as he pulls away to stare down at your slack-jawed expression. “Feel this, feel every inch of me inside of you, my love. Only think about me. Nobody else, got it?”
That’s all it took for your cunt to sputter around him, gushing your release in record time. “Got it?” Zayne didn’t falter, fucking you through your orgasm and keeping the hollow ache of the aphrodisiac in the far back of your mind. “G-got it…” you couldn’t even remember what he had said at this point, slowly succumbing to the fever.
“You… you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight, pips…” The amount of sweat dripping down Caleb’s forehead had you wondering who was more affected by the wanderer’s aphrodisiac. “Harder, Caleb, I need it so deep it hurts.”
Your chest bounced with each thrust, pushing you inch by inch up his bed until your head threatened to smack against the wooden headboard. “I can’t hurt ya, pips… no chance…!” Still, he pushed your thighs higher, squishing them into your breasts as he angled his cock deeper. “Caleb…!” The scream that tears your throat is deafening, nails digging so deep into his forearms that blood starts to well.
“T-this aphrodisiac, does it also increase your strength?” The pain only added to his pleasure, the entire lower half of his body recoiling every time he bottomed out in your tight cunt. “Caleb…!” You could only babble his name, eyes blurring with tears as pleasure finally started to outweigh the ache that had been suffocating you.
“Just keep saying my name, baby. I’ll make it all better.” He could feel your walls spasming around him, a warm gush of your arousal covering his groin. “Feel s’good doesn’t it? I’ve got you, just like when we were younger, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”
Your whimpers fill the bedroom, mixed with sniffles as your fingers finally ease their grip and start clawing at his skin instead. “Does it feel better? You’re starting to relax.” The timber of his voice as your pleasure swirling, another orgasm building in your gut as pleasure overwhelms your poor swollen pussy.
“Cum for me again, baby. It’ll make you feel so much better…”
“Cutieee!” Rafayel’s head fell back against the couch, you hadn’t even been able to make it to the bedroom. Hell, you had barely gotten through the doors of Mo Art Studio before you were ripping at his clothing. “You’re gonna hurt yourself…”
The couch creaked with the force of your hips, dropping yourself down on his cock again and again. Nothing but the sound of your slick bodies connecting and the smell of sex filled the room. “No m’not, feels so good…”
Your cheeks were stained with tears, your nails digging into the leather of the couch as Rafayel’s dug into the skin of your hips.
“S-shit… you’re so hot.” his head falls back, sweaty and flushed as the moonlight washes over you both. You lost track of how many times you’d already cum, all you knew is the evidence was smeared on your thighs, his groin, leaking down to the couch below you. “T-to the touch or in general?”
Your smile is crooked as you drop all your weight back down, rolling your hips deliciously against his and shivering at the sensation of his tip kissing your cervix. “All of the above.” A raspy gasp, one hand leaving your hip to grab your head. The kiss is a hard clash of teeth and tongue, saliva dripping down your chin.
“Fuck I wanna devour you, Raf. Please… you’d let me, right?” Your pupils were blown wide, lips swollen from his kisses, completely bathed in the cool glow of the moon coming from the window right behind him. You looked like a goddess, or maybe the most dangerous siren the sea god had ever encountered.
