Desire x Reader Fic
Numero four in my Endless x reader series and oh boy... this one is an odd one. Not only is it smut, but it’s also my first smut and with a reaallly complex character so who knows if it’s any good... XD well I hope you enjoy! :D
WARNING: SMUT, AS MENTIONED
The date was going well. At least you thought it was. To be honest you weren’t a hundred percent sure, as this was the first time you’d done something like this. You were with a girl in a relatively fancy restaurant and you hadn’t noticed anything that could show she wasn’t enjoying herself, as far as you aware. You were trying to not show your nervousness about the whole thing, but you felt that was making it more obvious, which made you more nervous. This was something you didn’t want to mess up, as this girl was super nice and quite pretty, and you would feel so bad if she wasn’t enjoying herself. She took another sip of her wine and smiled at you.
“So, what do you do for work?” she asked inquisitively. The question kind of stung a little, as you had put that in your bio on the dating site, but you immediately scold yourself for thinking like that. ‘Not everyone has your memory,’ you chastise to yourself.
“It’s not the most interesting job if I’m honest, at least not in comparison to your acting,” you compliment. “But I’m actually a lawyer, at least on my way to being one, still learning the ropes,” you continue, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Hey that’s still pretty interesting! Do you enjoy it?”
“Yeah I guess I do. I just want to make sure bad get punished and good get justice,” you say, realising that this may be a bit too serious a topic for a date. But she didn’t seem to mind, instead raising her eyebrows in intrigue.
“That’s very noble (Y/N), I don’t know what you mean, it is interesting”. Despite you trying not to, you feel your face getting redder. You try and respond but you can’t find any words. Before you inevitably say anything stupid in an attempt to make conversation, your date speaks up first.
“Our food is taking a while, do you think everything is ok?” she asks, looking around for your waiter. You look at your watch and realise she has a point, it has been quite a while. You join her in scanning the room to look for the woman who was serving you, but you can’t see her.
“I don’t know. I’ll go and ask,” you say, about to get up from your seat, but a hand is suddenly on your shoulder.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’m here to help!” says the owner of the hand, gently forcing you back into your seat gently. Though they’re wearing the same uniform as the other waiters, this person wasn’t who was serving you before. She has deathly pale skin and piecing yellow eyes. You sit down and they make their way between you and your date, standing over you with their hands behind your back.
“Oh,” you start, “what happened to our other waitress?” you ask.
“Well, I convinced her that another waitress was interested in her and the two of them became… preoccupied with each other, and since she was no longer using her uniform I figured I’d borrow it,” she smiles mischievously, and runs her hands down her body, exaggerating her curves. You can’t tell if she’s joking or not.
“Okay… in that case miss, we were wondering-”
“I’m not a ‘miss’,” she interrupts you, giving a playful smirk. You blink in response. Under their uniform you could have seen a bulge where her breasts were, and they bore the figure of a relatively fit woman. But now their physique was more masculine, with an average build, though their face shape was the same. You can’t tell if you had just seen that or your mind was playing tricks. It didn’t help that your new waiter followed up with a subtle wink at you, as if he knew that you were struggling to tell what you saw.
“Oh, well I’m sorry then sir. Anyway, when will-” you continue to ask, before once again being interrupted.
“Sorry, I’m not a sir either, just call me Desire,” he says, giving a mocking smile at your clear discomfort. You look over to your date to for help, but she seems to be as confused as you are.
“Right, then well ‘Desire’, we wanted to know when our food gets here?” you ask, trying to not sound rude or impatient. Desire rolls their eyes and pulls over a chair and sits on it backward, straddling their legs around the back rest.
“Is that really what you both want? A cliché dinner date that might lead to a hot and sweaty night of frivolous love making?” they say bluntly, gesturing to both of you.
“Excuse me?” your date asks, taking the words out of your mouth.
“Oh, come on, what?” they begin, scooting closer to your date and placing an arm around them, “be honest, would you rather be here? Or between the sheets with this gorgeous man?” Desire coos, stroking her neck gently whilst leaning into her ear. “Being dominated cherished and like you’ve always liked?” they whispered tantalisingly. You could feel your face flushed with embarrassment, and for a moment your date seemed to feel the same. But then she seemed to relax slightly.
“Well… Yeah I guess I do,” she responds quietly, taking you by surprise with both her answer and the fact she even listened to this person. Desire’s face lights up with delight.
“See? And you…” they then scoot over to your side, ignoring your protests. “Do you really want nothing more than to take this fine woman home and have your way? Exploring her body, feeling every curve and sensation?” with each question Desire leans in closer to you. You try to lean away but you can’t help but not. They’re words make you uncomfortable, yet each sentence makes you relax and feel more open.
“I… I mean of course I do, but-”
“Well there you go! Why prattle with this nonsense,” they gesture at the restaurant around you, “and get this party started?” they finish, drumming their fingers on the table.
Despite all this feeling completely wrong, both you and your date can’t help but get up, collecting your coats to leave. You both lock eyes and are oddly okay with what is happening. You lock hands with her and make your way to the exit.
“Don’t thank me or anything!” Desire shouts after you, but as you both turn to look at them, they’re no longer there, leaving behind the uniform they were wearing. Instead of questioning it, the two of you make your leave, hailing down a cab to make your way back.
“So then. That was a bit weird, wasn’t it?” she says, breaking the silence after a while.
“Ha yeah it was, did you also find it hard not to say those things?” you ask.
“I did! I’m really sorry about that I had no idea what came over me…” she says, looking slightly flustered.
“Me too…” you respond.
You both lock eyes for a second, before leaning in to meet each other’s lips without skipping a beat. Her hands instantly wrap around your neck and pull you in more, with your hands working round her waist. You kiss in quick and frantic successions. A voice in the back of your head reminds you that the driver is likely peeking on you, but you ignore it.
You move a hand lower and squeeze gently, as you lean in a little more, having her lean back slightly. You realise that you’ve been holding your breath and accidentally exhale whilst your mouths are connected, resulting in a funny noise that causes the both of you giggle.
You’re about to pull her in for more when you realise you’re back home. You look into her eyes and you both agree you want more. You hand the driver some cash, telling him to keep the change before taking your date’s hand and rush to your front door.
Despite shaking you manage to get the door open, with both of you barely through when she pins you against a wall and forces herself on you again. Her arms encircle your head and you grab her waist and lift her, your sudden strength surprising you for a second.
Her legs wrap around you and she kisses you hard before leaning back, only to lean in and lock lips with you deeply again. She repeats this pattern of single but hard kisses, which pleasantly infuriated you. You push back off the wall and twist, quickly pushing her against it now. The speed and force at which you do this surprises her, and she lets out a gasp in response, both in light pain and enjoyment.
You lift her up further so she is no longer at eye level and begin to kiss and suck on her neck. She arcs her head back and pulls on her own hair with one hand and squeezes the back of your neck with the other, moaning intensely. After a few moments, she grabs your face and pulls you back, looking at with eyes filled with lust that match yours.
“Bedroom…” is the only word she can get out between the breaths, but it’s all you need. You put her down and lead her upstairs. Once you’ve led her to the room she places her back against the door and pulls the two straps of her dress off her shoulders, giving you a coy smile before backing into the dark room. You shake off your coat and unbutton your shirt, pulling it off yourself and tossing it away in a ball. You advance on her quickly, ready to embrace her once again.
“Now this is more like it,” you hear a voice say behind you. A lamp illuminates the room slightly, though enough to reveal Desire as you turn back to the door.
“What are you doing here?” you whisper harshly. Desire feigned offense in return.
“I wanted to see how it went,” they raised their eyebrows suggestively. “To be honest I usually would set you mortals off and that be that, but I was felt like I needed to have fun tonight”. Desire licked her lips and you just stared back. Were they really suggesting what you thought they were?
You look over to your date and she is looking Desire up and down, biting her fingers as she does. Gazing back over, you notice that Desire is wearing a relatively tight jet-black onesie, with cat ears to match on their head. Once again, you find yourself unable to reason, simply just wanting what Desire is saying.
You feel your date’s presence on your shoulder. She bites your ear playfully and whispers, “I think it could be fun”. You say nothing in response or protest, and Desire smiles playfully, as if they knew they’d get their way.
They step forward and flick their hand, and their entire outfit disappears, save their cat ears. For some reason, you aren’t shocked by the clothes vanishing off their body, but by the fact they are most clearly a man under there. Desire walks up to you two reaching down to help you unbuckle your belt. Behind you, your date slips out of her dress and goes to lay back on the bed.
Desire has helped you remove the rest of your clothes, and the both of you take different sides at her feet. She lays back on the sheets, undoing her bra, as you both start kissing her ankles, working up her body and taking your time to appreciate all her curves. You reach her chest and push your hands under her bra, squeezing firmly whilst moving your lips across her lower stomach. You almost don’t notice her remove the bra and throw it to the side.
Meanwhile Desire is at hip level, pulling off her underwear and spreading her legs, teasing her by kissing the sides of her inner thighs, causing her to moan in want. Your face up to her breasts, you begin to suck each in turn, whilst Desire moves to starts licking her, both actions producing more and more sounds of bliss from her.
You sit up for a second, only to see Desire sit up also and pull her down to their waist, entering her. They lean over to you and grab your chin, guiding you face to theirs, forcing your lips to meet. You straddle your date to get more comfortable, with Desire wrapping her legs around themselves before beginning to thrust into her.
Despite simultaneously kissing you and have sex with her, Desire doesn’t seem to be tiring in any way, you almost found it hard to keep up. You suddenly feel Desire hold your wrist and guide it up their body slowly, until you can feel something large and soft.
You recoil for a second look down to see that your hand is squeezing one of two large breasts that were certainly not there before. Desire grabs your head and pulls your face into them, and your confusion is replaced with bliss as you kiss and suck on them as both of the others groan more frequently and loudly.
After a little while, Desire pushes you off and moves out of your date. She slips out from under you and Desire pushes you back, so that you’re now laying back on the bed. They crawl over your body, not breaking eye contact as they make their way up, meanwhile your date has moved down and lifted one leg over, about to lower herself onto you. At the same time, both Desire and her sit, with you entering her and with Desire on your face.
You can feel your date moving up and down and thrusting, as you begin to lick Desire, reaching to hold her hips. As the sex gets faster, you lick faster, with all three of you moaning at the immense pleasure you’re all feeling.
The next sound made is of three individuals climaxing at once. Your hands fall to the side and both Desire and your date climb off you. They both rest on each side of you, with you wrapping an arm around her as she snuggles up to you, and Desire simply laying down with both their hands behind their head. They don’t seem the faintest bit fatigued or sweaty, whilst you two were gasping for breath. In the wake of the high, you all drifted to sleep.
You awoke to see Desire fully clothed again leaving your room. You aren’t sure what the time is.
“Off so soon?” you ask, quietly as you notice your date still isn’t awake yet. Desire chuckled in response.
“If you hadn’t noticed, desire is an emotion of the moment and is a fickle thing,” they state simply, before disappearing on the spot. Leaving you with a beautiful woman in your bed, and a million questions bubbling in your mind.
Thanks and sorry if you read this far! XD :D