Character A accidentally eats Character B in their sleep. Character A is absolutely embarrassed, but Character B thinks it's funny.
I refuse to look at this any longer-- have 2k words of utter fuckshit <3
Lex Foster was used to being woken up without warning.
Living with a poor excuse for a parent had left her used to jolting awake in a cold sweat at the sound of the front door creaking open— used to struggling to calm her heart rate at the noise of footsteps in the hall, her breaths only evening out once they passed her and Hannah’s room. She was used to nightmares that left her out of breath. Used to Hannah climbing into her bed and holding her tightly whenever she spent too long out of her sight for comfort.
She was used to having to pull herself out of bed at even the slightest change in behaviour form Hannah’s side of the room, too— used to sacrificing her own comfort for that of her sister. Rude awakenings were just... part of the whole “living where she did” thing, and even when she wasn’t sleeping at home, she wasn’t exactly immune to them, seeing as she was literally dating a giant... who had a tendency to snore, or purr, or nestle his enormous head right next to her just when she’d about dozed off on his pillow.
Like he was doing now.
The movement had been subtle to begin with— just the feeling of breath on her shoulder and the soft vibrations of Ethan purring at her side like he often did, followed by the brush of a nose against her ribcage that had caused her eyelids to flutter, though that wasn’t the thing that had wrenched her from sleep’s clutches, no.
See, the thing that had woken her had been warm.
And slimy.
And very unpleasant to experience god-knew-how-fucking-late at night.
Said thing had been Ethan’s fucking tongue.
Jolting awake in an instant at sensation of a damp, hot muscle dragging across her side and part of her cheek, a startled yelp pulled from Lex’s throat as she scrambled to adjust to the darkness surrounding her.
“Eth,” she croaked, voice thick with sleep and confusion, “th’ hell...”
There wasn’t much light in Ethan’s bedroom— just some that filtered in from the bathroom light under the door— but there was enough to illuminate the parts of his face closest to her with an eerie sort of glow. From where she was laying, she could see most of his nose, alongside the soft curve of his lips and the darkness of his mostly-open mouth, though that wasn’t what caught her attention.
No, what caught her attention was the fact that he was still fucking asleep from the look of it. After all, when he pulled shit like licking her out of fucking nowhere, usually, he’d glance down at her with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes and a feigned look of innocence, not... do what he was doing now, which was snore.
Oh.
Lex’s heart rate slowed.
He’s so fucking dead when he wakes up.
Raising a hand to rub her cheek clean of spit, Lex shook her head slightly before giving a small, somewhat endeared sigh and leaning back a little further on his pillow. “You’re really lucky you’re cute, y’know,” she murmured up to him, her voice barely raising above a whisper. As much as she sorta wanted to wake him... he’d earned the rest, and his sleep schedule was fucked... this was good for him.
That, and it was nice to see him looking so peaceful.
It was a rare look for Ethan to be wearing— one of complete and utter calm— and Lex would be lying if she said it didn’t look damn good on him.
Gone was the usual tightness of his jaw. Gone was the furrow in his brow. Even his fucking hair seemed to have relaxed, hanging loosely in a couple of natural curls over his face rather than slicked back with whatever shit he usually caked it in to make it stay the way he liked it— and although she knew his mental state had nothing to do with whether or not he’d washed out his hair gel, she couldn’t help but soften just a little, and her demeanor only softened further when he gave a soft exhale that turned into a quiet, gentle sort of purr that vibrated up from his chest and surrounded her with a warm thunder.
“...for a giant, anyway,” she added under her breath, despite knowing deep down that that was a fucking lie.
Even if he didn’t look the way he did, she still... probably would’ve fallen for him. After all, giant or not, Ethan was the sort of guy who just... made her feel safe. And okay, sure, maybe his height or his fangs had something to do with it— and maybe his intimidating demeanor was a plus when it came to knowing nothing would harm her in his grasp, but even without it, she wouldn’t have felt threatened to be in his presence in the slightest, because he was Ethan.
Just a fucking dork who happened to like her for one reason or another.
Just someone who treated her kindly despite the world insisting she deserved otherwise.
Just someone who was softly rumbling beside her with a half asleep, almost contented look on his face that made her heart melt a little and a chuckle catch in her throat.
How, again, had she gotten so lucky?
Even though his spit was drying on her face and along the side of the hoodie she hadn’t bothered changing out of to sleep— the same spit she could literally see dripping past his wickedly sharp teeth— he was still infuriatingly endearing.
Or maybe that was just her tired mind mistaking the fact that he was literally drooling for cuteness.
Probably the latter.
Fuck, she needed to sleep.
With that thought firmly in her mind, Lex gave a small sigh and slowly let her eyes drift shut once more, smirking softly at the thought of the hell she was going to give him once he woke up. Already, there was a monologue forming in her head about the whole thing. He’d probably wake up first, then she’d groan and mumble something incoherent about the lights or whatever because she’d forget she’d actually meant to say something, but when she saw his face, she’d remember the fact that he’d woken her up with his fucking tongue, and then she’d—
A hot wave of breath caused her eyes to snap open.
“Eth—”
His tongue interrupted her— this time, the lick was needier, scooping her up ever so slightly, his head moving closer to a point where most of her upper body ended up past his lips, a sharp gasp pulling from her in response.
Oh, no fucking way.
Squirming slightly as a reflex, pushing back against the muscle with as much force as she could muster, Lex gave a small squeak as Ethan’s position began to shift, his tongue withdrawing just long enough for him to prop himself up on his hands and lean down, the distance between her and his mouth only existing for a second before closing yet again. Thick strands of spit dribbled out onto her, and as she tried to muster enough breath to ask him what the fuck he was doing, again, his fucking tongue stopped that before it could even start— the muscle’s tip dragging firmly across her face in a damn near cheeky fashion.
When it pulled away, Lex tried to do the same.
She didn’t get very far.
“Ethan, cut it the fuck— MMPH!”
This time, when his lips closed partly around her, his tongue slipped out from between them and gathered up her legs, and with a quick backward flick of his head and a painfully audible slurp, Lex found herself sprawling against the slippery surface of his tongue, sputtering, struggling to get up onto her hands and knees. She could feel his breath all around her, now, humid and heavy and hot above all else on her face, and the heat only intensified when she lost her balance and fell with a soft splat onto the surface of his tongue. In seconds, her hair was soaked through, and even though she opened her eyes in an attempt to make out where in his mouth she was, it didn’t change a thing.
It was usually close to pitch black inside his jaws, but in an already darkened room, she couldn’t see anything, leaving her with nothing but what she could feel to guess what was happening.
Not that it was hard to feel what was happening.
Unable to keep a soft sound of surprise from pulling up from her throat, Lex squirmed reflexively as his tongue shoved up against her, dragging across her without a single care as a pleased rumble shook through the small space. She could vaguely make out other parts of his maw as she was pushed rather roughly against them— the roof of his mouth and the ridges there, the indents of his gums, the hard points of his teeth— the only real constant was the tongue that seemed content to flip her over and over to a point where she could hardly tell which way was up and the slick spit that caused her to slip and slide around on the cushy surface.
For FUCK’S sake.
Wriggling slightly, inhaling, trying to get her bearings as gravity changed— did he fucking roll over?— she couldn’t help but groan as she felt his tongue squish against her, the muscle tensing— forcing her backward—
“Ethan, come the fuck ON—”
Her words were lost in a slick, all-encompassing gulp.
Her squirming kicked up a notch at the feeling of muscles slithering and contracting all around her, eagerly cramming her down into a sticky sort of darkness that she knew all too well. The sounds of his esophageal muscles clenching were familiar, dragging her down his throat with an ease she couldn’t help but relax into, albeit, after a small amount of squirming in an attempt to get comfortable for the short journey downward.
It was a little longer than usual, though— maybe because Ethan was asleep— his swallows gentle, barely moving her down at all until he finally shifted his position and peristalsis took hold, massaging her further down his gullet… further, further— the passageway growing tighter before opening up entirely, causing her to slide into an enclosed space that greeted her with a hollow grumble.
For a few seconds, all she did was sit still, processing.
After all, Ethan had just swallowed her without any fucking warning— surely he’d roll over and prod at her sometime soon. Hell, she could already hear him giving a small inhalation— surely he’d…
Any thoughts of him having noticed her disappeared when a sound rumbled through the air around her.
A heavy, contented snore.
Oh, Ethan Green, you’re so fucking dead.
In the morning… I’m gonna fucking gut you.
As much as the idea of waking him up was appealing… the sound of a gentle purr was enough to make her sigh and settle down a little further.
She had to admit, there… were worse places to sleep. The walls around her were soft— plush and warm and a little sticky, sure, but soft above all else— and the noises of his body, his breathing, his heartbeat, every gurgle and groan that echoed around her in the dark… they were all his noises. Wholly and completely— and they weren’t noises that could harm her, just… an ambient sort of backing track as she closed her eyes once more and begrudgingly settled down against the ruage, running her fingers over the grooves and lines somewhat absently.
It was all just… familiar.
Familiar and comfortable, and although that was definitely a weird thing to think about her boyfriend’s innards, Lex didn’t have time to ponder it before sleep pulled her under, a smug smirk on her face as she drifted off.
Only to be woken up by a panicky “Babe?” and the feeling of someone pushing in on her from the outside what felt like seconds after she’d fallen asleep.
So naturally, she was in a shitty mood.
Tired, slimy, and wanting nothing more than to snuggle down into Ethan’s guts without another word, Lex’s eyes flicked open in an irritated glare.
“Yeah, genius,” she huffed, raising one leg and pushing it hard against the nearest wall to a point where it folded under her weight, “who else were you expecting?”
Silence fell after her words.
Her leg twitched slightly where it was jammed against his stomach wall.
The soft thumping of his heart beating somewhere high above her grew louder, faster in a way that let her know he was struggling to process the situation and to find the right thing to say—
“Ah, shit.”
Lex couldn’t help but snort. “What a way with words you have.” She deadpanned, at which Ethan gave a soft huff and prodded her a little harder. The wall she was pressing on twitched slightly under his touch, causing her to bend her knee as he adjusted his position.
“Fuck, I— are you okay? I didn’t...” When he trailed off, Lex’s demeanour softened.
The irritation dropped from her voice— as much as she wanted to chew him out for carelessly gulping her down, she... couldn’t.
“Nah,” she responded after a beat spent listening to the soft churns and groans around her, “just... licked me up like a fuckin’ candy. Not gonna lie, if you wanted to sleep on a full stomach...”
Lex pushed a little harder with her leg.
“You could’ve just asked.”
Ethan’s breath hitched. “I— I don’t—“ he started to stammer, though Lex cut him off with a laugh.
“You sure fucking seemed like you wanted it last night. Drooled like a fucking dog. It was kinda gross, but then again... nice to know you think I taste good, I guess.”
It was times like these where she wished she could see his face when she was inside him. He was so fucking blushing right now, and judging by the sounds of him trying to formulate a full sentence, he was stammering slightly— lips twitching and brows furrowed in an expression of stubborn defiance.
“I—“ he tried again, though again, Lex cut him off.
“Just take this one,” she advised with a smirk, shifting to lay on her back. “You licked me for awhile, so even if you won’t admit it, sleepy you will.”
Silence again.
Well, not silence, seeing as his stomach was more than happy to fill the absence of sound with a few choice gurgles as Lex adjusted her position, her hands slipping ever so slightly on the pliant, soft flesh, but it was a silence nonetheless. An absence of speech.
“...fine.”
Until it wasn’t.
Using a fingertip, Lex prodded upward at where she could vaguely feel the imprint of his hand. “There you go,” she huffed, “nice of you to tell the truth.”
“You make it sound like I’m a liar.”
“I could practically hear you misspell that.”
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh...
She wanted to dissolve into giggles. Fuck, his expression was probably priceless— though it wasn’t like Lex was totally in the dark.
Sure, his stomach was pitch black, but she could hear all the signs of embarrassment— a quickened heartbeat, shallower breaths, hell, it even felt warmer in his guts to an extent— though before she could find another phrase to dig the proverbial knife in deeper—
“...Y’know, you didn’t wake me up... so you can’t hate it that much...”
Ethan beat her to the punch.
Lex’s face flushed.
“I—“
“Just take this one,” Ethan parroted, his tone nothing short of downright infuriatingly smug, “even if you won’t admit it, sleepy you will.”
God fucking damn it.
Don’t laugh.
Lex’s lips twitched.
Her shoulders shook.
And when she burst into giggles, she wasn’t alone in it.
Not by a long shot.