Sexy Pennywise x Reader

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Pennywise was pleased. He had made this clear since your first time aiding him in his endeavors, the praise he offered you causing your body to practically glow with pleasant warmth. You couldn't deny how rewarding the entire thing was, even if it was wholeheartedly disturbing and illegal in just about a thousand ways; not to mention mentally exhausting, though this seemed to lessen the more you participated.

You had just completed your third round of helping Pennywise this evening, your clothes muddied and torn from the new set of tasks—it was dirty work, both figuratively and literally, full of splashing around and dragging unconscious bodies through filthy water, occasionally accompanied by a brief struggle. This had only happened once so far, but if you kept this up, it surely would again. You had no idea just how long you were expected to continue, but you had been promised a return to the surface eventually, and you planned to stick to it until you received it.

You were laid against the wall of Pennywise's lair now, one arm resting on your knee as you watched the clown violently devour his dinner, delivered straight to his doorstep by yours truly. Your free hand rested on the pocket of your jeans, comforted by the feeling of the object within; it was Debby's abandoned dolly, now a lucky charm of sorts that you had grown attached to since the experience. Kinda fucked up, really, but it was what it was.

Your heart began to pound as Pennywise finished up, a result of expecting some form of praise now that he was available to give it. As usual, he took a couple seconds to shift back into his regular form, bloody saliva dripping from his jaws throughout the process. He wiped his lips with his sleeve, his eyes slowly rolling back into their proper positions, and then he was turning to you. Your face instantly warmed in anticipation. This was what made all this worth it, even if you tried so hard to tell yourself it was only for your escape. Sure, you did want to return to the comfort of a warm bed and clean clothes, but you didn't think about it as much as you would have liked to claim you did. No, your thoughts were simply consumed by other things these days.

"What a delicious little snack," Pennywise uttered as he crawled towards you; he really seemed to prefer crawling to walking, though you couldn't guess why, as his body appeared better suited for the latter. "What tasty, tasty fear." He grinned as the words bounced off his lips, his irises displaying vibrant hues of yellow and red. You offered your own smile in return, though it was somewhat wobbly as a result of your flustered nature—you simply couldn't help it, not when he was this close. It must have been obvious, because he always seemed to detect it, his gaze quietly sizing up your expressions and behaviors as though you were a test subject. He calmly placed one gloved hand upon your head, a familiar form of praise that never failed to get you bad. Your cheeks were practically on fire as you looked away in embarrassment, your hands now nervously folded in your lap. You couldn't find anything to say.

"You're just about ready to go home," he suddenly stated, causing your eyes to instantly refocus on him in blatant shock.

"Really?" you blurted, your excitement inevitable despite the strange enjoyment you derived from being down here, in his presence.

"You've done well," he replied with a sinister, albeit goofy smile, one you had grown to love. His hand gravitated from your head to your chin, lightly propping it up with an index finger. "Everything I asked, every scrumptious little morsel in Derry I ordered...you brought them to me. You've been such a good girl."

A fresh wave of heat overcame your complexion in response to the abundance of praise, one the monster before you would undoubtedly notice. It was almost too much for your little heart to handle.

Perhaps thankfully, the atmosphere was then harshly interrupted by the following demand. "Stand up," he ordered, removing his hand from your chin to allow you to do so. You were flustered and surprised, but managed to comply quickly enough, nervously getting to your feet to face the clown who was now standing himself, ultimately towering over you like a haunting spirit. You expectantly made eye contact. "You'll come back," he said, the concept more of a simple statement rather than any sort of question. He was basically implying you didn't have a choice. "You'll love it down here." Oh no, yeah, you definitely didn't have a choice. Regardless of the harsh wording, it only flustered you further.

"Okay," you responded, your tone quiet and wobbly due to your unfortunate crush. You didn't have much else to say, but you also couldn't argue that you didn't want to spend more time with the clown, even if you had effectively been doing so for weeks on end now. Maybe you were just looking forward to spending time with him that didn't involve any broken limbs or an unfulfilled diet.

Pennywise was visibly pleased with your compliance, but his wide smile seemed to almost falter a little as he examined your face—you weren't quite sure what it was, but his gaze lingered on you for a noticeably longer time than necessary, only causing it to heat up further under his scrutiny. This wasn't exactly new behavior for him, but the strength of your feelings and the surrounding atmosphere only made it worse. The extended silence allowed your train of thought to continue on its ridiculous little set of tracks, and within seconds you were becoming wholeheartedly embarrassed by the realization that you had been staring directly at Pennywise's lips, as if the internal desire to kiss him wasn't shameful enough on its own. You took a small step backwards in response to your own feelings, disgusted with yourself for the unintentional ogling.

"Right, well..." you continued, eager to end this embarrassing silence, "are we going to go now, or what?"

Pennywise didn't answer. He was still gawking at you as though you were a freak show exhibit, his eyes having begun drifting in separate directions again. You were close to considering waving a hand before his face when he finally began to move, though it caught you entirely off guard; he was suddenly striding towards you without warning, the resulting adrenaline equivalent to that of a horror film protagonist.

You didn't have any time to process what was happening before a gloved hand was positioning itself at your neck, firm but not malicious, and then your eyes were practically popping right out of your skull as a pair of painted lips planted themselves against yours. What the fuck. All you could focus on were the bright red strands of hair in the corner of your vision as your body released a thick wave of positive feeling, your chest exploding with flustered adoration. It certainly wasn't like any other kiss you'd had—in part because you'd never really had one, but also because this was probably unlike your typical kiss. It was wet, for starters, the inevitable result of the constant stream of drool that clung to Pennywise's lower lip. Not only that, but it could be said to not be much of a kiss at all, as he was simply pressing his mouth against yours without the additional motions, and you were too stunned to reciprocate. Your body didn't seem to think any less of it regardless. However, you were hardly able to take it all in before it was over, the monster pulling away from you with the exact same expression as before. He didn't seem affected by the kiss, at least not in any way close to what you were experiencing, but you didn't care. Nothing could dampen the frantic thumping of your heart or the heat that repeatedly spilled over your cheeks as you recounted the experience, even when you laid in bed that very night, reunited with the comfort of your bedroom but unable to properly appreciate it. After weeks beneath your home, you could have easily gone another couple without it now. This was all you could think about.

You didn't sleep a wink.