Dear Darlington
Darlington x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Darlington reading your diary, oral sex, penetrative sex, mentions of the pill, this was honestly kind of rushed and not proofread :(
Summary: Darlington finds the diary you kept after he disappeared to sort through your feelings
He really should have been more ashamed than he was, but at the end of the day the gentleman demon was still a demon. The old Darlington would’ve snapped the small notebook shut and returned it the second he realized he wasn’t meant to read it, but this Darlington couldn’t help it.
You had been in love with Darlington for a while. You were a member of one of the societies and knew him better than most outside of Lethe did, you just never had the guts to tell him. Even if you did, you weren’t sure how to go about flirting with someone like him. You took his disappearance hard because you didn’t buy that he was in Spain. When you found out what really happened, you were devastated. You didn’t really know how else to sort through your thoughts and emotions, so you wrote them down. You took out a blank notebook and wrote letters to Darlington you never intended to send him. Part of you even worried you wouldn’t be able to send him anything even if you had wanted to.
You had been helping Alex and Dawes because their map brought them to you. Somewhat like Dawes, you had killed in self defense before and it made you a candidate to bring help back Darlington. It was a good thing too. When the box Alex brought broke, you managed to use a book you had on you in a last ditch effort to save him. It was a pretentious novel he barely had an attachment to, but it worked. You had threatened him when he tried to stay behind and save everyone and that seemed to startle him enough to work. All hell broke loose— literally, after that though. Between the creatures that hitched a ride out with you guys and the drama that came with it, you really didn’t think to keep track of the notebook. You were still processing the fact that Darlington was now bound to you since you were the one who technically brought him back. You had no idea what that was supposed to mean… would he write your essays? That didn’t seem like Darlington, even as a demon, he was typically insistent on academic integrity.
You hadn’t even thought about the notebook when Darlington found it left out on a table. He picked it up thinking it was his from before hell and he simply forgot about it. He flipped it open and when he realized what it was and who it belonged to, somewhere in the back of his mind the old Darlington was telling him to shut it and return it immediately, but the demon was not easily convinced. The letters ranged from you not knowing how you felt, to romantic, all the way to things that had Darlington searching for you immediately with very little self control left. He knew where you were, he could sense it. You were staying at Il Bastone for the time being as you all cleaned things up. You slept on Alex’s floor on a makeshift bed, but right now you were in the kitchen.
“Y/n,” Darlington said, causing you to jump. You hadn’t heard him appear and you were shocked he was still awake. His skin was glowing and the horns pushed through his uncut hair. He was practically shaking as he tried to keep himself calm, “I need to ask you two questions.”
“Okay?” You said, hesitantly.
“You know what I am, and you know what I can do?”
“I was the one who threatened you and dragged your ass out of hell. Of course I know what you’re capable of. It doesn’t bother me if that’s what you’re asking. You and I both know there are worse things out there than demons who hold doors open for people and say excuse me.“
Darlington had a lot of retorts in mind but he decided he didn’t have the patience for a long conversation, so he held up the notebook and your smile immediately dropped.
“And do you still feel this way knowing that?” Darlington asked, giving the notebook a little wave.
“I—I didn’t mean for you to find that, I—“
“Do you still feel this way even though you know what I am now?” Darlington repeated, his composure quickly slipping.
“Yes.” You said, looking away, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
Since you looked away and he was quick, you barely realized what was happening when he tossed you over his shoulder. You gasped as he practically ran upstairs. Luckily for him, everyone was out of the house for the night. The Virgil bedroom was where he was headed and he had no intentions of asking you to be quiet, he surely didn’t plan on being quiet.
“If you don’t want this, we will stop,” Darlington said when you two finally reached his room, “we stop and I will find another way to satiate myself and I will serve you in some other way, but if you know what I am and still want me, I will not stop until you experience pleasure you didn’t even know existed. I will worship the very ground you walk on.”
You desperately wanted him and you found it slightly ironic that out of all the men you had been with, it was the demon who cared about your consent and pleasure. You put your hands on his shoulders and his breath hitched as he stared back into your eyes. “And love me?”
Darlington nodded and took your face in his hands, “I will love you now and until the end of time. If you’ll have me, you will forget a time where you ever felt anything but love.”
“Then have me.” You murmured.
Darlington practically growled as he walked you back to the armchair behind you. You wore a dress today, in all honesty, because you didn’t feel like going through the extra step of finding clean pants. You had put off doing laundry with the whole trip to hell thing, and you instantly knew that was the right choice. When you sat down, Darlington spread your legs so he could kneel between them and the skirt pooled at your waist. It gave Darlington a perfect view of the panties you hadn’t planned on anyone seeing and the growing wet mark. You would’ve been embarrassed, but the way he looked at you was so intense that you almost did a double take to see if you accidentally bought and wore some kind of expensive lingerie and simply forgot… sort of like how every time you went to an airport you panicked about possibly forgetting weapons you certainly didn’t own in your bag.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Darlington said, pressing his lips against your knees before slowly trailing kisses that were probably better classified as bites up your leg towards where you desperately wanted him.
“Please,” you whined, trying to bring your hips closer to his face, “Please just touch me.”
“With my fingers?” Darlington drawled, dragging his middle finger lazily up your clothed cunt, “Or do you prefer my mouth?” Darlington never broke eye contact as he licked the embarrassingly wet spot on your panties. You bucked your hips to gain more friction, but he held you down by your thighs. “You were so good with your words in those letters, use them now.”
“B—both?” You stammered, hesitant since both wasn’t an option he offered, “Use both.” You restated, this time a little more confident. It was no where near a command, but it at least sounded like you were more sure of yourself and Darlington’s eyes were overcome with lust.
“As you wish.”
Before you could protest practicality, Darlington ripped your panties off of you and tossed the ruined shreds to some forgotten corner of his room. Darlington only paused to pull the dress you wore over your head and he grinned when he saw that you wore no bra. He wanted to make you cum so hard you only remembered his name, and when you did, he wanted to see all of you falling apart. Your face had a thin sheen of sweat and your bottom lip was between your teeth. He had barely touched you. You stared at him desperately and if Darlington wasn’t a demon, he would think he was heaven, but if this wasn’t heaven and part of his damnation included being bound to you, he didn’t think he was missing much. With your legs spread as you sat on the chair in front of him, you looked like a queen atop a throne. Darlington sat on his heels, his clothes felt too tight, especially his pants and he wanted nothing more than to rip them off and fuck you senseless, but his other desires won. He wanted to savor you. You weren’t the type of craving that was quickly satiated, no, you were the type he wanted to take his time with. He had fed on the negative emotions of the dead in hell which was merely satisfying, but feeding on your pleasure and lust was making him feel drunk on your very existence. He didn’t want this feeling to end and he would drag it out as much as possible given his current level of control.
After what felt like forever, Darlington’s mouth was on your cunt. There was no teasing lick or gentle kiss, he went straight to alternating between sucking and lapping at your clit. He moaned at your sweet taste sending pulses up your spine. He mentally cursed his own propriety for keeping him from experiencing this much sooner. His cock strained painfully against his pants and he bucked his hips into nothing hoping at least the friction of the fabric would cause some relief. With your legs over his shoulders and thighs clamping around his face, he looked up at you with an expression that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His nose bumped your clit and his tongue was busy lapping up anything you’d give him, but his eyes were locked on you. He watched the way your mouth hung open and your back arched when he switched back to sucking your clit and slipping two fingers inside of you. He tried his best to burn the image of you into his mind. He added a third finger and you bit your lip so hard to prevent a high pitched moan that blood trickled down your chin.
Darlington didn’t stop curling his fingers into you, but he did bring his lips from your clit to your face. His face was covered in the evidence of your arousal as he licked the blood off your chin. When his tongue made it into your mouth you tasted yourself and the blood. You grabbed him by the horns and pulled his face closer to yours if it was even possible. Darlington actually whimpered when you did that and it made you clench even tighter around his fingers.
“Don’t stifle your pretty sounds, I want to hear my girl.” Darlington said, sinking his teeth into the sweet spot below your jaw on his descent back down to his knees, “Mine.”
When his mouth was on your clit again, you couldn’t help the scream even if you wanted to. Darlington was all tongue and teeth and his fingers were unrelenting.
“That’s it, let me hear you or I will assume I’m doing my job wrong.”
“F—fuck, s’good,” you stammered as your breathing got more labored, “doing so fucking good.”
Every fiber of his being that had been bound to you felt it when you said that, especially his cock. Darlington had always been looking for approval from anyone who would give it: his parents, professors, peers, but now? He lived and breathed for even a scrap of an approval from you. He grew more aware of the collar and cuffs binding him to you and any notion of dragging this out went out the door. With three fingers repeatedly curling into that spot deep inside of you that you could never reach and his tongue dutifully swirling around your clit, you came undone on his face. You dug your heels into his back and clamped your legs even tighter around his head as your hands flew out to desperately grab ahold of his horns.
Darlington waited until you rode out your orgasm before carrying you straight to his bed. “You’re sure?” He asked, voice shaking.
“You’re mine,” you said, pulling him closer by the gold collar around his neck, “now make me yours. I want to be yours.”
Darlington’s eyes were full of lust and you had never seen a man undress so fast. His cock was just as big as you remembered when you tried not to stare, but now you didn’t stop yourself. He smirked at you and hiked one of your legs up to his hip. He trailed kisses up your chest and neck as he teased your folds with his tip. You bucked your hips and whined when he brushed against your clit.
“Please, Darlington, just fuck me.”
With every ounce of restraint he had, he pushed in slowly inch by inch. You had no idea how he would fit and your back arched off the bed at the stretch. When he was fully inside of you, he whispered gently into your ear until you began to roll your hips into his.
“Let me serve you.” Darlington growled, steadying your hips.
At first, he only rolled his hips into yours with deep and slow thrusts as if he might break you. It felt good, but you were desperate and now wasn’t the time for slow romantic sex.
“I’m not a fragile doll, fuck me like you mean it.”
“Yeah?” Darlington asked as he pulled almost all of the way out before slamming his cock back in, “Anything for you.”
Darlington started up a brutal pace and your nails scratched into his back drawing blood before settling on his horns. You would have to ask later, but you assumed it gave the same effect tugging on his hair gave because he moaned every time you tugged his horns.
“Oh, fuck yes, Danny,” you moaned, “fucking me so well.”
Darlington didn’t nearly growl this time, he actually growled as he pulled out. You didn’t even have time to complain before he was flipping you over to lay on your stomach. He took a moment to position a pillow under your hips before sliding back in. Once he was in, he used one hand to prop himself up, but he still put most of his weight on you as he pressed his chest to your back. He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him as he thrusted hard and deep. He nudged your hair out of the way with his nose and sunk his teeth into your neck, surely leaving marks.
“You want to be mine?” Darlington asked. He sounded like he had swallowed rock salt and as much as he liked the idea of being yours, the demon in him also liked the idea of you being his. He’d take anything you gave him and be happy, but if you gave all of yourself to him, he couldn’t begin to explain that feeling.
“Yes, fuck, yes Danny.”
Darlington suddenly switched back to his brutal pace and he panted and groaned into your ear. If it wasn’t enough that you were fucking your friend turned demon, the noises you two made were sinful enough to damn you to hell too.
“Our souls are bound, Y/n, I’m yours and you will be mine.”
“I’m so close, Danny, please.”
“Let go, I’ve got you.”
“Not without you.”
Darlington’s rhythm stuttered and he moaned, “Are you sure I—“
“I said make me yours, I’m on the pill.”
Darlington’s head fell to the crook of your neck and he wasn’t shy about his moans when you clenched around his cock. This angle made him almost too big for you, but he hit your most sensitive spots so hard you’d probably get bruising. When the building pressure finally burst, you dug your nails into the sheets and screamed out his name. He wildly fucked you through your orgasm the best he could before you felt him spilling inside of you. He gave a few more deep thrusts before pulling out and collapsing next to you on the bed.
Darlington only took moments to recover with his newfound stamina and though he was tempted to keep going all night, he decided it was best to stop. You were still waiting for your heartbeat to settle down and you looked over at him. You wanted to laugh because he was seemingly ready for another round and you certainly weren’t, but then your smile faltered. What if tonight was a one time thing?
“Did I hurt you?” Darlington asked, suddenly panicking.
“No, no,” you said quickly, “I— I…. Was this a one time thing?”
“Do you want it to be?” Darlington asked.
“I don’t want to use this bond to make you do something you don’t want.”
“I wanted you long before hell, I just have less manners about reading things that don’t belong to me.” Darlington said, taking your face in his hands, “I want you. All of you, but I’ll take whatever you give me.”
“You have all of me.”
“Then I will never let you go.” Darlington said pulling you closer.
You fell asleep in his arms and for the first time since coming back from hell, he finally felt peace. You were finally his and he was yours.