Saccharine
Pierrot × Fem!Reader
CW: Dub/Non-Con, Drugging, a reference to some Somno stuff at the end
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: This is just porn with like zero plot beyond you eating his drugged cake and it all goes fantastically downhill from there.
Notes: i went fuckin feral in this one lads-- just pure raw heat lmao im not fuckin well over this.. man? but please enjoy!!!
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The spongey softness of syrup moistened cake breaking over your tongue into micro crumbles was the last thing you could remember clearly. Well, that and the way Pierrot’s grin stayed wide on his features as the reflection of them flickered in the chocolate glaze. How his gaze seemed to be melting into pure bliss before you even finished the first bite made damning heat crawl into your chest as he slowly closed some distance between you. You couldn’t tell if the cake was stale or just made with cheap ingredients with the wash of an oddly medicinal aftertaste being left to bloom on your palate.
He caught the plate as your grip loosened to let it slip from your fingers while the lights around you slowly began to glow like heaven’s light to frame him towering over you, “Are you.. feeling alright, my dear~?”
Every passing moment beyond that drifted into the next like a dream kissed by the haze of desire, your weight finding the cushion of him in a smothering embrace. Scooping your frame into the cradle of his arms as if he were stealing a priceless treasure, you couldn’t have given protest even if you wanted to as everything around you turned to molasses. The glow of Edison bulbs and vintage glass carnival lights blended into one another, forcing you to bury your face into the soft of fabrics draping his chest. Finding comfort in the silks and velvet trims of his motley, the swirling scent of sweet fried confections and lingering kiss of musky incense imbued into the very fibers of the cloth felt just as intoxicating as whatever was burning under your skin.
You could tell he was trying to keep his voice undetectable, “I know I promised.. I wouldn’t do this again, but.. since you’re already mine.. I figured one more time couldn’t hurt~” He breathed, nuzzling his face into the side of yours with the world only acting as a passing smudge in your vision against the clarity of him, “You were so perfect last time.. it was too soon then, but now..? There’s no way I could pass this up a second time.”
He was so warm, his skin soft, his breath tickling, all while you drifted deeper into the tingling warmth rolling through you, “Pierrot..”
“Yes, my love~?”
“I feel.. hot..”
Ushering you into the silken nest of his pillows and blankets as he helped you peel yourself from the prison of your clothes, your skin burned with the tingle of oversensitivity that came next in prickling waves. His touch drank you in like his hands had lived their life in a drought of sensation, addicted to the way your lips looked with the shape of his name on them. You were burning even through the shield of his gloves; ripping them from his hands, he let his bare caress fall upon the plush of your skin like he was handling porcelain. Watching the way your flesh gave way to the pressure of his grip in the hiking of your thighs around his waist, the only thing circling his mind was what a dream you looked like completely helpless under him.
Unable to keep himself back a second longer, your head was caged in his grasp while his tongue found its home wrapped around yours in something that less resembled a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your breath. Trying to have some semblance of participation in the destruction of your better judgment, you sucked against the slippery muscle you’d let in, earning a low groan and fluttering of his eyes to follow. You had made out with some people in your life, but no one had ever felt as good as he did whenever he ached for the taste of you. Floating in the realm between fogged consciousness and chemical dreams like this made his obsession infectious, any pull from him feeling like a tiny betrayal to the primal need strangling your mind.
“Pierrot..”
He would never tire of hearing the way you called his name like a prayer, gentle and mewling as if you were lost without him. Not once did he look from you as he sat on his knees and pulled at the tie of his ruffles behind his neck. Watching him disrobe in any way felt like a ritual too intimate to witness as he shed the facade he kept together so well. Another careful pull at the securely laced bow still hidden beneath the capelet at the top of his bodice gave in such a way, to your doubled vision it looked as if they were dangling tassels.
Smothering you into the mattress was quickly becoming his favorite pastime as you found yourself being delightfully squeezed by the press of him returning to the possession of your kiss. A smooth roll of hips came next as he kept a mind-meltingly slow pace with the return of his tongue making itself at home in the way you tasted. Eventually, his mouth drifted from the swell of your lips to the tender virginity of your healed neck. The shiver he earned from you when his maw grazed the tissue paper fragility of your skin was enough to gain another satisfied moan and deep hip roll from him.
“I’m going to bite you again.. like last time.. but.. more~” He sighed into the cradle of your neck, “Is that alright, my dear~?” His tone nearly singing-songy as he sounded like a wild animal rattling zoo bars.
Hardly a single thought could be made from you as you answered in a drawl, “Uuh–huhh..”
There was no time for a second guess before you felt a swift pinch that diffused into erogenous pleasure, your fingers gnarling into the fabric protecting his back. It felt as if someone was slowly pouring warm milk over your shoulder as you bled out into the catch of his mouth eagerly lapping at it like a last meal. A shift above you came before the next pinch and wave of warmth feeding into the hunger he clearly wouldn’t be taming tonight.
Murmuring against the new wound he was nursing like his favorite candy, he seemed like he had already found his way into heaven via the ichor of your vulnerability, “You taste.. divine, my love..” Another heavy pass off his tongue swept over your broken flesh, “I promise.. I’ll be careful.. but you’ll have to forgive me if I get a little rough.. I just.. can’t help myself around you– not when you taste like you were made for me~”
The sink of teeth became more akin to penetrating overripe fruit in bursting gushes as each bite felt like the first, leaving you in the lace collar of your own life from the destruction he left in his wake. Eager as ever he let himself become a mess of himself as the smear of your blood painted itself tellingly across his face.
Frenzied greed got the better of him as his voice rasped in uneven breaths, “Tell me.. you want me.. that you need me, as badly as I need you.. my dearest, my love, my everything~”
Was this even real? Every second of this brushed against every little hidden fantasy you’d considered of him since the first time you laid eyes on him play by play. Disassociated from anything else but the way he clung to you, you drifted into the lush high of whatever had left that weird taste in your mouth as your blood stained his teeth.
Real or not, the answer was painfully simple to you, giving back to him, “I.. want you.. need you.. Pierrot..”, in a slur that you couldn’t detect off your own lips but he could pin easily.
Another blur of moments strung together in how you felt the meaty weight of him resting against your stomach before dipping into the spill of liquid silk dripping from you. Giving you a fullness that couldn’t keep a wanton moan from breaking the whispering silence he’d cultivated for you, your features warping into a heavy pant with just how much of him there was to take.
“Is it.. too big, my love~?” Was he teasing?
Answering him with a lust clouded stare and a fiery heat kissing your cheeks, you shook your head, falling side to side in a sloppy reassurance.
Delighted by your response, he purred back, “Perfect~ You’re perfect for me~ Are you going to keep being perfect.. and take it all for me~?”
You gave him another drug weighted nod and received a hissed excitement, “Good girl..”
You could see the way his eyes jumped back and forth from a heated stare to where his length sheltered in the squeeze of your warmth, to the way your face seemed to melt into a plea for more. Letting himself soften and rest himself against you, the first full sink of him came with a firm, greedy little swirl of his hips as if to revel in the prize being finally enjoyed. Savored.
He soon found his pace in slow, amusingly short pulls, before returning in desperate grinding pushes. Not having taken off really any of his clothes in his eagerness beyond his ruff and the split in his pants to free the length of his cock, the rhythmic jingle of his bells filled the dead air around you to be met in chorus with the clutch of you around him joining in soaked harmony. Some part of your mind whispered on if maybe that was on purpose, a punishment, or maybe, pleasure for the walls that always seemed to listen.
“Pie–Pierrot~” Sighing his name as if it alone was a love note, the careful, yet barely restrained rolling sink of his hips into yours made him shudder in your slick hold.
Nuzzling his face into the soft of your neck with a heavy swiping lick from collar to jaw, the word “Again~” dripped off his tongue in a pure ichor of sticky urgent lust, “Please, again~ My name has never sounded more lovely than it does falling from your lips like this..”
Seeing the way he nearly came undone from just the simple call of his name made your mind sink deeper into the dizzying fire of whatever he put in that damn cake as your brow knitted up together in desire, “Pierrot~ Ooh Pierrot~!”
Your legs relaxed wider in unyielding access to his hunger to let him eagerly tip your hips higher. Taking advantage of the new depth, his pace quickened with a frantic neediness that made your head spin in a cloud of pliancy. Licking back against his tongue still holding a monopoly over your mouth, the whine that left him was dripping in the excess of pleasure as he breathed, “You wanted this~ I think you wanted this.. as badly as I did~”
Eyes threatening to stay permanently fixed to the heavens with how far they were rolled back, you could only mumble, “I-did– I-I did~!”
“You were already sooo wet you know~ were you.. thinking of me too~?” He cooed, his thumbs brushing your nipples in affectionate swirls.
“I was,” You gushed honestly, simply, with the wash of your high taking away any last inhibitions keeping your tongue shy, “I.. like.. how big you are.. how-you watch me.. keep me safe..”
You could’ve sworn he was already midway filling you like a cream pastry by the way his body jolted at the thought, but instead his hands slipped up your chest and hovered at the base of your throat before snuggly capturing it as his mind fried into a one-track thought to claim.
“Do you trust me, my love~?” The familiar call of his pet name for you sounded deranged compared to its usual cadence.
Giving back a slight nod, you offered back breathlessly, “I-I– do~”
White hot giddiness took over whatever sense was left in his brain, his hold on your throat tightening fractionally as the tacky grip of drying blood smeared onto his palms, “You’re mine– you’ll be mine forever– I'll keep you safe– keep you mine– no one else’s– mine– mmm.. mine.. mine-mine-mine–” Punctuating his spiral with a crashing kiss into your lips with a need that promised to have you feeling the press for weeks to come.
Possessed by the feeling of finally having you all to himself, his pace stayed quick, heavy, and deep, putting every last ounce of his effort into indulging in every gasping choked cry and moan that graced the limited safety of his tent, “Ah-hah– Pi-pierro–ot– I-I– f-f-fuck– love you– love-you– haa love– you~”
“So perfect–!! Ouuh you said it first this time– you said it first–! I love you too~!” He was practically babbling as his face took shelter in your neck once more, “I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you–Say it again– Please–” Meeting you with yet another firm puncture into the peachy tenderness of your flesh.
Pain was a thing of the past to you by now as you just moaned back, “Ougghh– I-love-youu–”
“Again~” His tempo somehow quickened.
“Hah-fuck– love-you~ you’re gonna– break me–”
Without missing a beat and blazing hearts in his eyes he easily answered back, “Then I’ll put you.. back together again~ and again~ and again~”
Hilting himself flush to your hips, the cry that left you in the way the head of his cock punished the sucking caress of your cervix teasing him to try and push further left him gasping in delirium, “Ouhh you love it too, my lady~! I know you do~! Y-you're kissing me from the inside~! You’re practically pulling me in~! Is that what you want~? You want me.. deeper..?”
You couldn’t place what possessed you to cry out, “Yes!! Deeper!! Deeper-deeper-deeper– please-please-please– Pierrot– I-I’m cumming– I’m-cumminggg~!!” but he wasted no time giving you exactly what you asked for as he met your demands in a pace that could’ve knocked the wind from you.
Nearly whining at the fever of lust keeping you both in a state of unmatched ecstasy, he couldn’t seem to stop babbling in affectionate bursts, “Oooh~ Is that what did it for you darling~? You like it deep– you like me deep– you’re so hot inside– I can feel your heart pounding~!”
Some part of your mind had to wonder if he was trying to redefine and stake claim to the title of “beast with two backs”, before he knocked even that thought clean from you in the overwhelming swallow of his desire. Reaching up for him, your arms easily found their place around the strength of his shoulders with the rattling tune of his bells and the smacking kiss of your cunt eagerly welcoming him home over and over.
“Go on, scream for me.. just this once, I want to hear everything~ All for me~ I’ve got you~ Just let it all go~” Seeing the way your body submitted and your voice chimed in high cries, his liquid gaze fixed on the way your face twisted framed in the palms of his hands, “You’re so.. good for me~ Ouuhh good girl– my good girl– my.. mine.. mine-mine-mine–”
Before you could even finish the soul rattling that was washing over you, the sudden unusually hot fill of his own unraveling, sighing and whining, “You’re.. holding on so tight.. ooouhh.. my love~ You’re milking me..”
Pump after pump his mouth hung open in a heavy pant as his tongue showed off how gorgeous strawberry jam could look drizzled over lemons. Still, as his eyes flickered between your face and the heat catching the flood of him, you couldn’t help but notice the sparkle of pure affectionate desire he had for you that betrayed his display of devouring obsession he’d unleashed before.
Reluctant to leave any distance between you, he sat up only enough to tug the golden cording keeping his tunic sealed loose enough to let the fabric drip from his frame in an easy shimmy off his shoulders. The jingle of him untying the fastenings of the mantle still hanging over his bare shoulders sang in your mind like angelic gifts to soften the breath of the moment. A softly delirious huff of a chuckle left you as you admired the sculpt of his body while still sporting the cover of his hood with the sink of his weight trapping you back into the mattress as if it were just a part of him.
To snap your drifting mind back to the focus of him, he gave a firm buck against you, keeping himself sheathed in soft rolling bumps, “You took me so well~ Still.. taking me so well.. even after all that.. you’re making it hard.. impossible, even.. for me to stop.. you know~?” He hummed, sliding the smooth of his tongue over the night’s wounds still glimmering with the shine of fresh rubies spilling across your chest.
“Ooh.. look at you.. are your arms getting too heavy..? Your legs..?” He cooed, securing your drooping form around his waist, “Don't worry.. you can rest now.. but.. if I may, my dearest– Is it okay.. if I keep going.. for a little longer~? I’ll be gentle now.. I promise, my love~”
There wasn’t too much you could honestly say or do back as the darkness that had been creeping in your vision seemed to win the war as all you could muster was a soft, “Mm-hmm.. Pier.. rot..”
“Ooh.. you’re so good for me.. only me.. mine..” It seemed like whatever frenzy had his mind in madness had calmed with the assurance that you were nothing but wholly and totally his, pleading in whimpering gasps, “Please.. be good and let me keep you.. I'll protect you from everyone.. keep you all to myself.. just don't make me stop.. I don't want this to end..”
The low richness of his tone coated your mind in the syrup of his affection as the last thing he whispered fully settled you into the safety of his grasp, “Love you.. forever.. always.. only.. mine.”
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Warming peanut oil and spinning sugar were the first things you could recognize beyond the fog still casting a shadow over your senses. Following that, came the jailing embrace of your fool that still kept you close to the centering warmth of his core, the tackiness of your connection proving how long he had kept you like that. Any attempt to try and remember anything that happened that led you to this point felt like meeting a brick wall. Only fractured pieces of events really came together, as you buried your face back into Pierrot’s chest.
There was a cake.. maybe? If nothing else, you remembered the way he kept you in his arms against the antique wash of rainbow carnival lights. And how he looked at you like he would tear down the stars one by one should they displease you. And.. being full. Really full.
“Are you awake, my love?”
“Mm..”
“Ah~ I was wondering when you would join me again~ I missed you while you slept~”
“Weren’t.. you sleeping..?” You mumbled, still keeping your face in the safety of his chest.
“.. yeah. For some of it~ But you were out for quite a while.. I was starting to worry.. I fear I may have given you maybe one too many bites in my excitement~”
Bites?
Leaning back from him a bit, your hand reached to let the brush of your fingerprints catch on new scabs littering the circumference of your collarbone, “Pierrot!” You snapped in a whispered mix of playfulness and honest concern for his excess.
Feeling him jump slightly at your sudden outburst, he quickly tried to ease you by soothing, “I would never do anything that would harm you.. or take you away from me– I may have.. gotten a little carried away, but it’s only because I couldn’t help myself with you– you were so vulnerable and wanting– please forgive me darling, I promise now that you’re awake.. I’ll get whatever you need~ Water, snacks, more rest– Please.. just let me take care of you..”
A dramatic sigh left you in a tease as you let yourself fall back into the protective cage of his embrace, “We’ll.. worry about that later..”
Delight pumped through him as you nested in against him once more, closing his arms around you tight and kissing your forehead, “Yes my love.. let me keep you safe while you rest.. I'm here.. always..”
“Mm-hmm..”
. . .
“I love you..”
“I love you too, Pierrot..”
