Date Everything! Hector x GN!Reader +18
Content Warning: Stalker Behavior, Somnophilia, Usual Hector Behavior.
It had been achingly lustful to listen to Hector’s erotica reading. He saw how your cheeks flushed when he glanced up from his book, he saw how you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was… turning you on. Oh god, he thought he would never see the day! He was so- so hideously disgusting, a freak. Yet you squirmed in delight at hearing his voice through the vent. Granted, it was the voice he put on for you, slightly more dark and gravelly. After all, he noticed how you seemed to like talking to Dorian.
He hated how you flitted and flirted with everyone else in the house. Hector saw it all- how you bounced and whimpered on Koa’s lap as he let you ride him with your moans mixing with his, how carefully and strong Daisuke fingered you open, those quickies in the shower with Johnny? As much as Hector hated seeing you with the other objects, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
His heart dropped when you entered the attic, though. Your eyes flickered to him- but all you saw was the HVAC. He thanked every god that he knew of that he was still in the vents when you decided to look his way. All you saw was the actual air conditioning unit. Instead of you going to him though, you turned your back promptly and focused on Parker.
Hector had never felt such a burning sense of jealousy. You seemed to flirt with him especially hard. You seemed to revel in the way Parker squirmed and blushed under your actions and honeyed words. The next day you came back to Parker(completely forgetting to talk to him, by the way!!! But of course, Hector forgave you. He always forgave you. After all, you were a perfection incarnate.)
You stripped down to your underwear in front of Parker. Hector saw you do it. He saw how you basically performed a strip tease for that bunch of board games not 4 feet away from himself. When you coaxed Parker to do the same, Hector bit his lip in jealousy as you praised his body. Is that the type of man you liked? Lanky, lithe, and neurotic? Well, Hector was certainly neurotic to a degree, but not at all lanky or lithe. Hector blinked away a welling of tears as he was suddenly very aware of how he looked. Of course you would think he was hideous if you saw him.
Parker asked if you were staring at his nipples. You responded that you couldn’t help but stare at everything. Parker stumbled over his words and frantically moved his hands around in a flustered motion as he quickly got re-dressed. Parker didn’t know how lucky he was- to first of all, see you in such a revealed state- and 2, be praised for his body by his god!
After your little… experience with Parker, you whispered something in his ear, your breath must have ticked the man’s as he flushed a crimson that couldn’t be healthy. He nodded and dove into his pack of games, before he handed you a piece of fabric with a nervous laugh.
It was pretty late when you left the attic, but you still managed to squeeze in a little chitchat with Ben-Hwa, who seemed over the moon with what you told them in a hushed tone. They gave you a hug, then bid you goodnight as they went to bed themself. You squeaked in delight and turned on the bedside lamp as you wrote something down hurriedly. Once you were done, you tiptoed to the edge of the vent- his vent!- and slipped the note in.
“Watch me tonight. I know you don’t want to show your body to me, so I’ll wear a blindfold to sleep. If you want, you can have fun with my body while I’m asleep. I love you, Hector. XXX”
Hector stayed completely still as your fingers slipped away from his grate. That was the closest he had ever gotten to touching you- you had no idea, but you were mere centimeters from the tips of his fingers! He let out a staggered breath of disbelief. Were you offering yourself to him? Physically? Would he be able to actually touch you? Oh god, the way he yearned for you, the amount of times that he’s rubbed himself against the vents to the sight of you! Wait, what did you mean by watch you?-
“Hector…” You breathed out softly, which snapped him back to reality. You had taken off all your clothes and put the blindfold on. He whimpered softly, yet cursed himself for not watching you strip. You played with yourself, teased yourself for him with your legs spread wide open. It was a show just for him. Not a little voyeuristic hatewatch as you got sullied by god-knows-who-that-hour, it was just for him. He watched as you fingered yourself open, he heard you whimper and whine for him. He could feel his erection strain as it begged for attention. No, he couldn’t touch himself- touching himself would be a(minor) distraction to what you were doing!
“Hector, touch me. Love me.” You begged softly as you caressed your own cheek in a loving fashion. “Show me how much you love me. Don’t fuck me tonight, make love to me.”
Hector nodded fervently as he mouthed his desperation to you. “My love- oh my love, I promise I will. You command it, I obey. I need you like you need air to breathe. I yearn for you like no other possibly could. You’re my angel, you’re my perfection- my god. I would worship at the altar of your body every moment of the day if you gave me the honor.”
Your show was certainly appreciated, you could tell by how sweltering the heat was from the HVAC. You smiled to yourself as you neared your edge. That’s when you planned your final strike.
“Holy fuck Hector, I love you so much- I need you inside me, sweet boy.” You gasped as you came. Hector couldn’t believe what he heard. Of course, he had heard your declarations of love to the other objects… but this felt so much more meaningful! You never masturbated to the thought of anyone in the house, you simply had sex with them. No, you called for him. You ached and moaned for him. You begged for him, and what heathen would he be to deny you?
So, after he was sure you were asleep, Hector slipped out of his vent system, creeped his way out of the attic, and just… stared at you. He stared for a few moments as he drank in the sight of you. Your legs were still spread, you were still prepared for penetration for the most part, your blindfold was on- although there was a spurning of jealousy when he saw the embroidery of “Player 2” on the covering. No, no! He wouldn’t let anyone ruin this for him! So, as quietly as he could, Hector carefully took off all his clothing at the edge of your bed. He didn’t deserve to have his belongings on your place of rest, so he placed them on the floor. Once he was naked, he stared again as nerves overtook him. Was this really right? You did invite him, but still!
Well, he was already here, you invited him to “have fun with your body”, so he got into bed with you and snuggled against your warmth. He stroked your cheek in a similar way to how you showed him to, he brushed the stray hairs out of your face, and he simply admired you close up for the first time. He wanted to kiss you so bad- but he didn’t deserve it! He couldn’t mar and stain your body with his affections!
But you had wanted him to.
You begged him to not 30 minutes ago.
So, Hector pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek. Once he started though, he couldn’t stop. He kissed your cheeks over and over, your temple, down your throat and over your clavicle- hell, he was so obsessed with his peppering of devotion that he didn’t realize that he was above you, in between your legs, with a raging boner.
“My love, f-forgive me.” He whispered in his real voice- the anxious, soft-spoken one as he kissed down your body. “I need you, I need you so badly that it pains me.”
The kisses trailed to your stomach, then to your pelvis and thighs. Hector was face-to-sex with your… well, sex. His mouth watered. He needed to know what you tasted like. So, he licked. He licked, whined, and savored every mote of taste he got of you. He eventually started to use his fingers as well, just in case you needed a little extra loosening along the way when he- he… made love to you.
Hector still didn’t fully have control of himself, it all felt like a haze of love and lust as he lined himself up to you. You moved slightly in your sleep, and Hector’s blood ran cold. He froze for a few moments, then kissed your temple again and traced his dick around the edge of your opening. Hector whimpered softly as he let the tip of his dick kiss the center briefly. He took a shuddering breath, then pushed inside you.
Tight. Hot. Good-no, perfect.
Hector couldn’t help the groan of need that ripped from his throat as he pushed himself inside you. You let out a sigh in your sleep as he sank slowly into you. Once he was fully seated, he took a moment to collect himself. If he didn’t, the first thrust would be his last. He caressed your body reverently, his gentle hand that wasn’t holding himself above you lulled you into an even deeper slumber as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.
“I love you.” He breathed out as he retreated from your depths.
“I love you.” He sighed as he went back in.
In and out, he sang his devotion to you like a saving prayer. The pace was achingly slow. If you were awake, you would have begged him to go faster ages ago.
“Oh, my love- my love, I’m not worthy to be like this- so wretchedly inside you, but you asked- you pleaded for me. I cannot deny you anything, my love.” Hector monologued into your ear as he started to thrust properly.
“I only wish I could make this last forever, but alas- I- I need to cum so badly-!” Hector whined as he pulled out of you.
He removed himself from your bed and reached for a little rag that was in his pants pocket. Over top of you, he masturbated. He slid his rag-clothed hand over his length as he watched you.
“I could never ruin you like that, my dear. I’m not worthy- I’m not allowed to mar you with my cum.” He solemnly nodded. “Rest assured, my sweet, this encounter will be my everything.”
It wasn’t long before Hector bit his lip and came with a shudder into the rag. He pumped is dick a few times as he soaked his cloth with his release. He twitched and huffed out your name as he came, and when he was done, he laid down on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck.
“I love you so much.” Hector sighed contentedly.
After a few moments in his afterglow, Hector moved off of you and dressed himself- he folded the rag mess-side-inward and stuffed it back in his pocket as he looked at you one final time.
“You don’t know how much you mean to me.” He hummed sweetly as he made his way back into the attic.
