Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 45 (EXPLICIT)•

WARNING: Explicit smut (consensual, thankfully!) and tooth-rotting fluff. My version of Nightmare may be a bit nicer than what is usually show, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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The air is tense with want when you and Nightmare leave the party. Countless hours have passed, filled with fun games and people alike, but now it's time to go home.

After bidding your goodbyes, you and the goopy skeleton depart for his castle. The others have decided to stay, and neither you nor Nightmare particularly care, as long as they return before tomorrow.

The moment you teleport into his room, however, the tension snaps. One moment you're standing in the middle of the room, and the next you're being pinned against the wall by a very excited skeleton.

"H-Hey!"

"I did as you asked," Nightmare growls lowly, pushing his skull into the curve of your neck. The action tickles, making you giggle. "Now it's your turn, little one."

The nickname sends wanting shivers down your spine. Teasingly, you ask: "Yeah? Are you suuuure you've been a good boy?"

He chuckles darkly, voice vibrating against your skin. "Quite sure. And I know you aren't a liar, dear."

He's right (as always) and you know it. "You're right. I don't break promises."

"But," he pauses and lifts his skull, eyelight searching your face. "There is no rush. If you don't want to go... 'all the way,' I'll respect that."

Nightmare's words surprise you - both with their reassurance and raw care. He's not a bad guy (not anymore, at least), but this is something else entirely. Still, you smile. "I wouldn't be doing this with you if I didn't like you."

"Naturally," he smirks, concern long-gone, leaning in for a kiss. You eagerly reciprocate, hands rising to grip at his shoulders. Bony hands rest on your hips as he presses his body flush against your own.

Something stirs in your chest as your wings wrap around the two of you. It's a tugging feeling that shoots through your being, warm and welcoming.

Seconds feel like hours as you kiss, reveling in each others presence. Every worry, insecurity, and disbelief you've ever felt becomes insignificant when you're with him.

Nightmare is - against all logic - exactly what you need. The brand of hidden kindness and goodness, swathed in dark mystery, and tied with a bow of sarcasm draws you in like a moth to light.

He's addicting in all the best ways.

Suddenly, the world spins and you're on his bed, Nighmare straddling your lower stomach. "Heh. You look a little short-cutted, little one."

You can't stop yourself from groaning. "That was terrible and you know it."

He genuinely laughs. "And you love it."

Propping yourself on your elbows, you plant a kiss on his zygomatic arch. "Yes, I do."

Bony phalanges dark under your arms, coming up to stroke the base of your wings. A surprise gasp leaves your throat, followed by an x-rated, honest-to-goodness whimper. "Night-!"

Mortification fills you. Oh god, was that-

The smirk settling on Nightmare's skull should be illegal. "Stars, that was hot," he repeats the action, drawing another moan-like gasp from your parted lips. It feels too good to stay silent, much to your pending embarrassment.