Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XI

You had barely brushed your knuckles against the front door when it burst open on you. Shocked, you attempted to step back but a hand yanked you inside. Stumbling forward, you winced at the shooting pain in your back.

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry!" Dwight peered at you with furrowed brows. Drawing his hands away, he simply stared at the fresh blood coating them. "You're bleeding."

"Y-yeah," hugging yourself, you stepped further into the center of the cabin. Though you knew where Dwight lived, you had never been inside. Various notebooks and journals littered the floor as well as stacks of thick tomes. Stray papers covered nearly every surface of the wooden floor. As you were stepping over them, you nearly tripped on a set of wooden pencils.

Closing the door behind you, Dwight rushed back and caught your elbow. "Careful, he murmured. His tone was strained as if he'd been crying.

"What? You're not surprised to see me?" attempting to joke, you actually choked on your words.

His solid gaze told you he definitely knew the nature of your visit. In fact, it seemed he may have already suspected the events that transpired only moments ago.

"Don't be mad at me," he murmured, reaching forward.

Instinctively, you reached out yourself and took his hand. This was the first time you were seeing him so vulnerable, sans collared shirt and neck tie. Instead he wore a soft white tee you assumed was meant for sleeping. In place of black slacks he was sporting boxers only.

"Trickster threatened to hurt you if I didn't tell him everything I knew about you. I had no idea what he was going to use the information for, I swear!"

"I know," you nodded meekly, feeling so small in his presence. Minutes before, you assumed you were kissing him passionately. The embarrassment was overtaking you all over again.

"Do I dare ask what he did?" Dwight gulped, leading you over to the cot.

You sat down on the edge, still grasping his hand as he stood in front of you.

"I'd rather not talk about it..." you shuddered.

"(Y/n) that guy is..." Dwight paused, sucking in air. His shoulders trembled, not with fear but with anger, "The things he says about you are so...so..." He was working himself up so much he couldn't get out a word. "I swear if he t-touched you or-"

"He didn't touch me!" you squealed, hoping to calm down the fervent man before you. "He...he TRICKED me into KISSING him."

Dwight went slack jaw, bringing up a free hand to rub his chin. "Really? How on earth did he do that?"

You didn't want to say. You really didn't want to say. The circumstances were just so fucking embarrassing. However, you knew Dwight would be persistent in asking and the Trickster would probably boast about it later. The survivor was sure to find out eventually. Better from your mouth than Ji-woon Hak's.

"He...he told me he was you." Mumbling, you covered your face with a hand. A soft pink color crawled onto your cheeks.

"He WHAT?" Freezing, his eyes widened instantaneously. "He told you he was me and so you kissed him??"

"N-not quite like that!" you groaned, already regretting the decision to tell.

"Hm," falling silent, Dwight let go of your hand.

"S-sorry if that creeps you out or..."

"Why would that creep me out?"

When you finally uncovered your hand, Dwight was in the process of removing his t-shirt. His fingers clutched the hem as he deftly removed the fabric, tossing it haphazardly aside.

"What are you doing?!" you questioned, scooting back on the cot.

He took a decisive step forward and carefully removed his glasses. Setting them down on a nearby dresser, he chuckled. "What does it look like?" Pressing forward, he crawled onto the cot, his knee putting pressure on the mattress.

Your face was a blushing mess as the gravity caused you to slide back towards him. "I...I..." stammering profusely, you gasped when his palm covered your thigh.

"It's not fair that Ji-woon took the kiss meant for me."

Your breath caught in your throat and you let out a soft, mouse like squeak.

"That jacket is covered in blood," he tutted, shaking his head. "Shouldn't we get rid of it?"

Nodding slowly, you allowed him to tug it off. The blood had dried, causing flecks of reddish brown to fall on the mattress.

"Ah, I'm sorry about the mess," you apologized, trying hard to keep your voice clear and even. However, your heartbeat was slamming into your throat with every inch Dwight came closer.

"It doesn't matter," he breathed, giving your thigh a full squeeze. "All that matters is I finally get to do this."

Closing the distance within a matter of seconds, your lips were captured by his. You leaned into it, allowing him to overtake you. There was something about the way he kissed you, commanding yet gentle. It sent shivers up your spine.

His palm kneaded circles in your thigh, each stroke sending electricity shooting up your skin. Soon, the kiss became needy, Dwight consuming you hungrily. His fingers traveled upwards, brushing the hem of your shorts. A husky moan spilled from his open mouth and you felt yourself slowly getting pushed back. He crawled atop you, pressing his knees on either side.

You gasped his name when he moved towards your bare neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin.

Sighing sharply, he brought his lips to your earlobe and whispered shakily, "(Y/n), please don't do that...I won't be able to stay in control. It's been so long for me..."

"Dwight, it's ok," you breathed. "We can slow down if you want."

"Yes, please."

The two of you sat up and he immediately burst into apologies.

"I'm...I'm so sorry for that, (Y/n)!" bowing his head down, he pulled both hands away from you and drew them towards his bare chest. "I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to..."

"No, it's ok!" you insisted with a small smile. "If I didn't want you to do that then I would have stopped you."

"Are you sure?" he peered up at you, seeming to gauge your reaction.

"Of course!"

Groaning, he rolled off the bed and tried to cover the shame on his face. "Dammit, this isn't right! I wanted to be proper, ask you on a date first, not feel you up in my bed!"

Laughing slightly, a heat warmed your cheeks. The sentiment sent your heart fluttering and it was all you needed to confirm his well intentions.

"Dwight, honestly, I didn't mind it!" You scooted back to the edge of the mattress and grabbed his hand. The touch was so familiar to you now, you honestly didn't know what you'd do without it. "Where would we go on a date anyway?"

Finally turning to face you, he laced his fingers with yours, running the thumb across the back of your hand.

"I had this cute little picnic planned out. It was going to be in the field, at the old generator, but when that damn killer made me tell him everything..."

"You just wanted to keep me safe..." you finished the sentence for him.

He nodded, a thin smile spreading across his lips.

"I'm sure we can still save this night then," you joked, tugging him a little closer to you.

His grin widened and he crouched down so that he was eye level with your stomach. Bringing your hand to his lips, he placed a soft kiss, lingering for a long moment.

"I wish we could just watch a movie together," he whispered, tickling the skin of your hand.

"Who says we can't?" You grinned mischievously, an idea forming in your head.