Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Dark Pleasure

pretty long chapter

smut :v

BDSM, impact play, orgasm denial, bondage

tw: very very d a r k smut. Please don't read if this makes you uncomfy.

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[Your POV]

'This must be it...'  I thought to myself as I read the address on the post-it note that Corpse had slipped into my pocket earlier that day. 

I rang the buzzer, waiting for Corpse to let me up into his apartment.

The door was soon unlocked, and I headed into the lobby and then the elevator.

'218'

I opened the door, Corpse not being anywhere in sight. 
"Corpse?" I called out, an amazing smell filling my nose. 
"Oh, in here!"

I followed his deep voice, walking into a open-spaced kitchen with beautiful decor. He definitely knew how to keep a nice house. Was he actually cooking for me? My stomach growled as I realized I hadn't eaten since earlier that morning.

He was standing over a sizzling pot of oil, carefully dropping some sort of golden-crusted food into the pot. I smiled immediately. There was no other sure way to make me smile besides for a nice hand cooked dinner.

"Hope you like mexican food." Corpse smiled, his dark eyes catching intensely at me. He was dressed casually, in a black button-down and dark jeans. 

Wow, stop looking at him and say something!

"It smells amazing! And yeah, of course I do!"

He chuckled as he turned off the stove and put the crispy dish I had seen earlier onto a plate before garnishing it with some toppings. He had a small table just beyond the kitchen, at which point the dining area led into an open living room. All his furniture was varying tones of dark blue, blacks, and whites. There was a modestly-sized flat screen on the wall, so clearly he had to have been living off of more than just his simple paycheck somehow. Off to the right was a closed door, leading to what I assumed was a bedroom.

"I heard you like wine?" I turned to already see Corpse set the table and had a bottle of wine in hand. He popped the cork and began to pour the red, blood-colored liquid into two separate glasses. 
"I'll be honest, I'm more of a whiskey type guy, but the lady at the store said this is a really good one, so hopefully it's up to your standards." He chuckled, making me giggle.
"I'm sure it is. This was already a lot more than I was expecting. Thank you."

"Anytime. Enchiladas?" he offered, setting a plate in front of me. 
"There's empanadas, too." he said, setting another tray of food in the middle as he took the seat across from me. 

I took a bite of the crispy dish, my eyes widening. It was amazing.

"Wow! Where did you learn to cook like this!?"

He let out a chuckle. 

"Well, my mom is full-blooded Mexican, so is my grandma. And I mean straight from Mexico mexican. She was in the kitchen every night cooking for us, so naturally, we had to learn how to cook." he explained.

"We? How many of you are there?"
"Just two. Me and my little sister. She's 15." 

"Ah, well, that's actually really cool! My moms cooking is okay but... she wouldn't be able to make anything this good." I chuckled.

He chuckled. 
"Yeah, family reunions are always fun. Especially considering that the only one of us that still adhears to Catholicism is my sister. My poor mom almost had a heart attack when I told her I was an Athiest." he laughed, shaking his head as he took a bite.
He shook a finger and mimicked in a high-pitched voice, " Mi hijo, you are going straight to hell! I will pray for you!" he shook his head.
"And don't even get me started on how horrified she looked when I told her I was moving here to go to school."