redacted x MALE!reader / sfw ! / suggestive in a few parts ! / flirty fluff / mdni / 1.9k words
a/n + desc: redacted and a pheromone perfume YYYYYYYYYEAAAAHHHHH !!
reader is honestly more of a teasing brat than he is blunt but HEY count on redacted to throw it right back tenfold mkayy
you’ve always been too honest for your own good, and redacted has always been well aware.
you don’t usually egg him on just to be cruel, but you can’t help but admit that you enjoy calling him out whenever you have the opportunity. he bends at your will, of course, and not once since the day you met him has he ever been unwilling to prove his devotion to you. but lately, curiosity has been gnawing at you in a way that feels a.. overwhelming.
you’ve been together long enough to know exactly what gets under his skin, what makes his composure fracture at the seams, what makes that careful, controlled exterior crack just enough to show the heat underneath.
and today, you decide to test something.
the bottle sits innocently enough on your dresser, small and unassuming, the glass cool beneath your fingertips. the label is minimalist, almost clinical, but you know better. you’d bought it as a half joke after reading about various pheromone perfumes one night, scrolling through endless four and five star reviews with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.
used for date night. triggering and effective!
dangerous. that's it.
wonderful scent! just don’t wear it frequently unless you want attention. lol.
pheromone-enhanced. subtle. not meant to overwhelm.
you’d laughed as you scrolled, but suddenly, your wholesome laughter quickly shifted into something mischievous.
immediately, you’d thought of redacted.
the way he reacts to you on a normal day is already… intense. the way his attention narrows when you enter a room. the way his voice gets sultry and sweet without him realizing. the way he’s instantly ready to pounce on you whenever you do so little as look at him a certain way.
you’re not trying to be malicious, surely. you’re just… curious.
so you pick up the bottle.
the perfume isn’t loud. it doesn’t smell overpowering like artificial sweets or musk. it’s warm, skin-close. intimate in a way that feels almost invasive once you know exactly what it’s meant to do. you apply it carefully on your skin, too carefully to be accidental. you coat it along your pulse points, behind your ears, atop your wrists, the hollow of your throat.
you bring the dab of fragrance on your arm to your nose and inhale.
it’s anything but subtle, yet it’s clean, specific. dangerous.
perfect.
you smile at your reflection.
you’re already dressed to go out, the scent you’re applying being the very last step in your routine.
outside of your shared bedroom, you can hear redacted moving around the apartment with his soft footsteps, the rustle of fabric, the familiar closing of cabinets.
you step out to look.
redacted stands in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaning against the counter with his phone in hand. he looks up the moment he senses you, expression immediately softening in that way that still makes your chest warm after all this time.
“leavin’ already?” he asks.
“mhm.” you approach, completely unhurried. “brunch with vi. don't do anything rash while i’m out.” you laugh, taking a few steps closer, watching him closely now.
at first, nothing happens. he looks at you with a small smile, one you can easily see he’s hiding that signature pout behind.
then, you watch it unravel in real time.
his brow creases slightly. and the closer you get, the more he straightens. his gaze sharpens—not suspicious, but attentive. his shoulders tense, attention snapping fully to you. his gaze drags over your figure in a way that’s… appreciative.
he smirks.
“…d’you change something?” he questions.
you blink at him innocently. “change?”
he takes a step toward you. then another. his eyes narrow slightly, not suspicious, but focused, like he’s trying to put a finger on whatever it is you’re up to.
“changed your scent…” he exhales. “‘s different.”
you grin, shrugging your shoulders. “changed my usual perfume. are you saying it smells bad?”
“no,” he says quickly. too quickly. “no, it’s—”
he stops himself.
you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, taking a quick peek at your lockscreen. it’s violet, of course, questioning whether or not you’re ready to walk out the door.
peering back up at him, you wave your phone in his direction, signaling that you need to get going.
he looks at you with a slightly wounded expression, still a little upset that you denied him tagging along with you and your neighbor. you playfully roll your eyes at his silly pout.
he opens his mouth as if ready to speak, but before he can even attempt to persuade you into saying yes again, you close the distance between the both of you and wrap your arms around him in a big, exaggerated hug, pressing yourself fully against his chest. his arms are quick to wrap around your lower back, muscle memory kicking in before his brain can catch up.
you hope to kill two birds with one stone, letting his protests die on his tongue with your tight squeeze, as well as giving him another proper inhale the scent you’re coming to obsess over yourself.
you feel it, the moment the scent hits him the way it’s intended to.
redacted freezes.
his breath stutters and his hold tightens. not painfully, but unmistakably, like his body is reacting before he can give it a second thought.
you grin to yourself, nuzzling into his warmth. “i’ll be back before you know it.”
he continues to pull you toward him, reluctant to loosen his grasp.
you tug away a bit, feeling another vibration from the phone in your hand.
“come on, red. let go- i need to leave,” you murmur, voice warm. you press a quick kiss to his collarbone. then another to the underside of his jaw, pulling him down by the collar to kiss his cheek.
he doesn’t answer right away, his skin warm against your lips.
you pull back just enough to look at him. his pupils are blown wide, a faint flush creeping up his neck. one of his hands is still clenched in the fabric of your shirt, still refusing to let go.
he looks speechless. his expression is priceless.
he says nothing, yet. instead, you feel his face dip into your hair. his nose brushes your neck. he inhales once.
then again.
slower. deeper.
redacted swallows hard.
“...y’not leaving yet,” he says, and it's definitely not a question.
“love,” you say sweetly. “i told you. violet is waiting for me.”
he leans down slightly, nose brushing your hair, your skin. you feel him inhale, hard, deliberate—and then again, sharper this time.
“…you did this on purpose,” he murmurs, voice lower now.
“did what?” you ask with a smile, your gaze flicking between his icy eyes and pink lips.
his grip tightens.
“angel..” he says, shaking his head with a slight smirk. “you smell like sex and y’just gonna… leave?” he slides a hand up your lower back, caressing his fingertips along your spine. “gonna be gone for hours…” he whispers, face inching closer to yours. “leaving me to wait?”
his close proximity mixed with his husky voice is doing you no favors in keeping your composure, and you can only feel your face getting warmer while his hungry eyes analyze your expression. he heaves, nose almost touching your own. he scans your face, his piercing eyes looking right through you from behind his dark bangs.
he makes it so hard to think, and he’s not even the one wearing the damn perfume.
quickly retreating, you lean up and press a loud kiss just below his eye, the closest place you could reach, refusing to give him exactly what he was seeking out just yet. his hands slide reflexively down your back again, fingers curling there like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
“mmm..” he hums, closing his eyes for a split second as he really takes in your scent again.
you chuckle at his reaction, the vibration in his chest running through your own.
in a blink, you reach up and kiss him properly now, soft but lingering. when you pull away, his lips part like he’s about to follow.
“bye, red. love you.”
you step back, turning around completely.
that’s when he really reacts.
his hands come up to your arms, not rough, but firm. your back rests against his chest now, grounding. he dips his head again, breath hot against your neck as he breathes you in like he’s starving.
“can’t go,” he mutters. “not like this.”
“like what?”
“...you smell so good- fuck.”
you tilt your head, deliberately exposing more of your neck. “you’re being so dramatic.” you sigh, placing a hand atop his arm around your waist. “i should’ve known you’d let something as little as my perfume work you up this much.”
“expect too much of me, angel.” he murmurs against your skin. “everythin’ you do drives me crazy.”
you can practically see the restraint unraveling thread by thread.
“stop being clingy, vi is waiting.” you point out, tugging away slightly, but not too much.
“don’t really care if she’s waiting,” he says, spitting violet’s name like venom on his tongue before pulling you closer again.
you rest the back of your head atop his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he’s giving you, relishing in the way his heart is beating just a little too fast.
“aww, he’s jealous,” you add.
“mm mm..” he shakes his head against your skin. “have my boyfriend right here with me. she doesn’t.”
“not yet.” you add. “someone needs to learn to share.”
redacted stops. breathes you in again.
“...y’driving me insane, angel.”
that does it. you give a sinister smile you know he’s unable to see.
“so scandalous,” you tease. “too bad i have somewhere to be.”
he exhales sharply through his nose. “you’re going to get yourself in trouble.”
“already have,” you say lightly. “apparently.”
you run your fingers through his hair soothingly. it’s almost like you were the one finding excuses not to leave yet.
“i’ll only be gone a few hours, red. i told you not to miss me too much. i haven't even left yet.”
you step away, refusing to say goodbye for what seems like the 20th time today.
he immediately follows, of course.
you laugh, backing toward the door. “don’t even think about following me.”
“mmm… whatever,” he mutters, glancing at the front door like it personally offended him.
you grab your wallet out of the bowl on the counter, and redacted reaches out instantly, fingers brushing your wrist, curling around it.
“just a few hours..?” he questions gently. “you promise?”
you sigh, defeated.
“it’s brunch, red,” you laugh. “just a few hours.”
he sighs, and after a few moments, he nods his head at you. your smile softens, affection blooming beneath the teasing.
you pull him in one last time and press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. it's not hungry, just deliberate, enough to leave him breathless when you pull away.
“i’ll be back,” you promise. “try not to lose your mind.”
turning on your heels, he watches you like it physically pains him as you finally slip out of his grasp and head for the door.
the moment it closes behind you, the apartment feels too empty. the air has shifted, and your heat leaves with your fleeting body.
your scent sticks behind, though.
and when you come back hours later, the addictive fragrance still clings faintly to your skin, and redacted has not forgotten.
