Ovulation
✦fem!reader
✦Characters: Trey, Jamil, Malleus
✦suggestive! MDNI Ovulation hits hard so you target your poor boyfriend
Trey Clover
The heartslabyul kitchen smells like warm butter and vanilla. Trey’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, forearms flexing as he kneads a massive dough on the floured counter. You’re sitting on one of the tall stools opposite him, legs swinging slightly, chin in your hands, trying (and failing) to look patient. Everything is too warm, too sensitive, too aware of him. The way his glasses keep sliding down his nose when he concentrates. The quiet hum he makes under his breath when the dough finally starts cooperating. The thick veins standing out on his forearms with every push and fold.
You’ve been staring for twenty solid minutes. Your patience has officially disappeared. “…Trey?”
“Hm?” He doesn’t look up, focused on the dough. “Almost done. Just need to let it rest for another thirty, then I can…”
“How long until you’re actually finished?” Your voice comes out calmer than you feel.
He pauses. Finally glances over, one brow raised. “Why? You got somewhere to be?”
You slide off the stool. You walked up right beside him. “Because I’m about to climb on this counter and take you right here at front of the cupcakes and everything.” you say like you’re discussing the weather
Trey freezes. Fingers splayed wide on the dough like he’s forgotten how hands work.His ears go pink. Then red. For three glorious seconds he just stares at you eyes wide, mouth slightly open, the picture of stunned baker boy innocence. Then understanding crashes over his face.
“…Oh…” he breathes. “It’s… that time again, isn’t it?”
You don’t answer with words. You just step even closer, slide one hand up the center of his chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric over his heart, and look up at him through your lashes.
Trey swallows so hard you can see his apple move. He glances toward the kitchen door then back at you. At the way your pupils are blown, the way you’re practically vibrating with need.
“Okay…” he says, very softly. Very calmly. Like he’s negotiating with a wild animal. “Okay. Not here.”
Before you can protest (or actually start climbing), he scoops you up in one smooth motion, strong arms under your thighs, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
“You are going to be the death of me.”
You grin, feral and needy. “Promise?”
The rest of the afternoon is lost to muffled moans, the creak of his bed frame.
Jamil Viper
You’ve been plotting this. You sweet talked Kalim into taking a “spontaneous day trip” to one of the Asim family vacation villas. No sudden “Jamil, come taste this” No emergency parties. Just… free time. Glorious, uninterrupted free time.
You even cooked his favorite spicy curry! You spent the afternoon in the Scarabia kitchens, measuring, stirring, tasting, adjusting. Now you’re in Jamil’s room setting the low table with careful hands. The curry steams gently in the wide bowl.
Jamil walks in, wiping his hands on a towel after whatever last minute task he was tying up. He stops in the doorway.Takes one look at the table. Takes one look at you, dressed nicer than usual, and then hungry smile you only wear when you’re up to something. His eyes narrow. But you know that look.
“Surprise!” you say sweetly, gesturing to the food. “I handled everything today. Kalim’s gone until tomorrow night. No one’s going to knock on the door. No emergencies. Just us. So sit. Eat. Relax.”
You start spooning curry over his rice with care. “I made it with extra love and care.”
Jamil slowly lowers himself onto the cushion across from you. He accepts the plate you hand him. Takes one slow, deliberate bite. His lashes flutter. He chews. Swallows. Sets the spoon down very carefully. Then he looks straight at you, eyes calm, voice velvet soft and dangerously even.
“I know what you’re doing… succubus...”
Your mouth drops open.The spoon in your hand freezes mid air. “E…excuse me?!”
You were fully prepared to defend your honor (even though he was technically correct). You open your mouth to launch into a “I am simply being a thoughtful girlfriend who cooked for her overworked partner, how dare you imply such a thing” speech. But Jamil just raises one hand. Cuts you off without raising his voice.
“20 minutes” he says.
You blink.
He picks up his spoon again, takes another bite like this is a normal dinner conversation. “I finish this plate. I take a shower. Then…” He meets your gaze again. Something dark and promising flickers behind the calm. “…I’ll take very thorough care of your whatever… urgent needs… have you so generously cleared my entire day for.”
Heat floods your face so fast. He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t need to. That tiny upward curve at the corner of his mouth says everything.
You stare at him. He stares back perfectly composed, eating your curry like he has all the time in the world. You swallow. Hard. “…20 minutes?”
“20 minutes.” He nods once. “Unless you want me skip the shower.”
You make a small, strangled noise. He calmly reaches for his glass of water. You sit there, suddenly very aware of your own heartbeat, the way your thighs are pressing together under the table, the faint ache that’s been building all day now screaming for attention.
Who are you to deny him?
You manage a shaky laugh, set your own untouched plate aside, and lean your chin on your hand. “Eat fast” you whisper.
Jamil’s eyes flick to yours again, amused and victorious. “Careful what you wish for.” He takes another slow, deliberate bite.
The clock on the wall ticks. You’ve never hated (and loved) 20 minutes more in your entire life.
Malleus Draconia
The two of you were curled up together in Malleus’s room. Malleus was in full gargoyle nerd mode. “And then… oh, my dear, you would not believe it! I discovered a new gargoyle today behind the old bell tower! It had three horns, but only two were functional. The third was clearly broken off. Can you imagine? The craftsmanship was…”
He continued, voice deep and hands gesturing with genuine excitement as he described every ridge, every crack, every tiny detail. His eyes were bright with that boyish enthusiasm.
You were trying. You really were. You nodded at the right moments, hummed in agreement, even managed a soft “That sounds fascinating…” once or twice. But your mind was a complete traitor. Every time his long fingers moved, you imagined them sliding over your skin instead. Every time his deep voice rumbled, you pictured that same voice groaning your name. The ache had been building for hours….
!Oh Seven, I’m going to burn in hell for this’ you thought miserably. ‘He’s talking about stone architecture and I’m over here fantasizing about him bending me over that stupid gargoyle he just described.’
Malleus suddenly paused mid sentence. His head tilted. “…my love? You have been unusually quiet. Are you unwell? Did my rambling bore you? I can stop if…”
“No!” you blurted, sitting up straighter. Guilt twisted in your chest. “No, I love listening you talk about gargoyles. Really. Your passion is… it’s adorable. And hot. Weirdly hot.”
Malleus blinked slowly, one brow arching. “Hot…?”
You felt your face burn. The last string of self control was fraying fast. You took a shaky breath and decided to just… rip the band aid off. “I love you. And I love how excited you get about weird stone statues. But right now my brain is filled with very inappropriate images of your hands on me instead of gesturing about gargoyles, and I’m about two seconds away from losing the last scrap of modesty I have left and just climbing into your lap like some kind of desperate, hormone crazed gremlin….”
Silence. Pure… silence…
Malleus stared at you. Then his lips twitched. Then he let out a low, surprised chuckle. “A… gremlin?” he repeated, clearly amused.
You groaned and hid your burning face in your hands. “Yes. I’m a terrible girlfriend. You were so happy talking about the three horned fashion gargoyle and here I am mentally undressing you. I deserve to be turned into a statue for this.”
Malleus gently pull your hands away from your face. His fingers were warm, careful, and… Seven help you! “I see…” he chuckled. “So while I spoke, your thoughts were occupied with… my hands?”
You nodded miserably. “Among other things.”
He brushed his thumb along your cheek, eyes glowing faintly with amusement. “I must admit… the idea that my voice alone could reduce you to such a state is rather flattering.”
You peeked up at him through your lashes. “So… you’re not mad I zoned out?”
“Mad?” He tilted his head, lips curving into a small smile. “I could never. How could I be angry about such a thing?.”One large hand settled on your lower back while the other cupped your chin, tilting your face up to his.
“Though I must warn you.” he murmured against your lips, eyes sparkling “ after this I might start over telling you about my discovery.”
You giggled. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both” he answered simply, before kissing you deeply and slowly ending any remaining thoughts about three horned gargoyles for the rest of the night.
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