Unhealthy obsession is what this is, but in Outis's world, it's simply called adoration and devotion.
ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿:
•ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ
•ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɢɪꜰꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ.
•ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ! ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴛ...
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│Lᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀᴾᴼⱽ│
I softly groan as Outis continuously kiss and lick my neck.
"Ngh...Wait..!"
The overwhelming pleasure of my touch-starved skin finally receiving attention was too much for me, and I needed to regain my composure.
"...Ahem, as much as I want to indulge this, I'd rather not do it in front of a space where anyone can walk in."
The thought of someone walking in at my most vulnerable state is unfavourable to me, and I would prefer it to be hidden from the eyes of other Demons since it would jeopardise the reputation I've built for myself.
Outis cuts me off just as I was about to say more and lead him to my office.
"You'd bend me over on a stage in front of a crowd, thus your statement is hypocritical.
Have you fallen out of love with me?
Should I take out my heart and offer it to you? Is this because I threatened your brothers? I promise I'll be good.
I am unable to restrain myself when it comes to you, love. You get it, right? If so, please forgive me, unless you don't love me and everything was a lie.
You don't need me now that I've received your sisters' remains, is that it? Use me then; I'll be more useful."
He's so quick to plead for forgiveness but even quicker to gaslit; he's so dramatic, but it does bring me great amusement to see him grow territorial by the minute. He takes it to another level by kneeling and resting on his ankles before me, to which I suppress a scoff.
"Don't abandon me."
Saying this bitterly while he grits his teeth and glares up at me with half-lidded eyes.
His hands extend forward, gripping my right leg on both sides, his left hand on the back of my footwear, and his right hand on my foot's arch while we maintain eye contact. He then diligently moves his slender fingers upwards, gliding them from my heel to my calf, his fingers pushing onto my clothed skin, feeling the thickness, until he passes my thigh and rests his hands on my waist, pulling at the trousers playfully.
Having had enough of such indecency, I let out a sigh before grasping a handful of his white locks, to which he whined in return, just as he was about to question my actions, I yanked his head towards mine, manhandling him up to his knees.
