Glitch me (Glitchtrap x GN reader)

ƈɦǟքȶɛʀ ȶաɛռȶʏ ʄɨʋɛ

**WARNING**
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL INNUENDO. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THIS PART OR IF YOU FEEL ANY DISCOMFORT, SKIP THIS START OF CHAPTER. A WARNING WILL BE PUT AT THE END OF IT**

TW: strong language. sexual innuendo

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- Can I? - he asked.

I didn't know what he was talking about but it was like I was on my knees for him. At that moment, I would do anything for him.
I couldn't think straight, but soon I was woken up from my brain fogginess.
His lips were touching mine.

Even though his lips weren't human, weren't 'real', it gave me butterflies. Everything about this made me get a zoo inside my stomach. Our position, the lightning, the way he talked... Everything was... Exciting, to say the least.

Unfortunately for me, soon Will pulled away. I was already breathless but I could go on for a long time before needing to breath. I would get on the edge of life, just to kiss him.
He touched my forehead with his and smiled. His smile was bright, even in the dark living room we were in.

- You're finally mine... - he mumbled, with the biggest smile I've ever seen in his face.

He was happy, but his voice sounded dark. It was a mix of relief and... Desire. It was a bit husky and tired, but god fucking damn, it was hot.
He looked deeply into my eyes, with a passion I've never seen before. But... It wasn't all... Deep inside his gaze... I could see hunger. A wild and desperate hunger.

He licked his lip, as if trying to taste more of mine, and soon he dived for another kiss. He pulled away every once in a while for me to breath, but then went back to our make out session. Every kiss felt better than the last one. Everytime more hungry and passionate.
He started running his hand down my arm, and that gave me shivers. His touch was so light that it felt like I was being touched by a ghost. It was like he was afraid of hurting me.
To give him a green light, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face closer to mine, smacking our lips together to the point that it would even hurt. He then understood, I was just as obsessed with him as he was with me. His touch was now less gentle. His hand grabbed every inch of me as hard as possible, like he was afraid of letting me go.
Desperate, I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling some of the strands. It was so intense but so good. I couldn't help but let out a whine every now and then when he bit my lower lip.
He then, pulled away. We were both sweating, and I was so immersed in our moment that I couldn't even wonder how the hell he was sweating. He stared at me, panting.

- Are you sure you want to keep going? - he asked, making sure he had my consent.

- I've never been so sure in my life. - I said in the boldest way I could.

I was nervous, but I wanted to show him how desperate I was to have him all to myself. He smiled, both happy and relieved. He pecked my lips, sweetly and lovely, and touched my forehead with his again.

- You have no idea of how bad I've been craving this... you... - he mumbled.

- Then show me. - I said.

He smirked and kissed me. His hands starting to slowly undress me. His hands moved in a very slow pace, but I could tell he couldn't wait. Even though he was impatient, he couldn't help but tease me. It was his favorite thing to do.
Desperate and tired of waiting, I started taking his clothes off as well, which made him stop kissing me and chuckle.

- Needy, aren't we? - he teased me.

- Shut up and keep going. - I scolded him and pulled him by the neck to continue making out.

He was now doing things more quickly, as well as kissing me more sloppily and hungrily. After both of us are finally naked, he looks at me up and down. He didn't say anything, but the smirk on his face told me he was satisfied with everything he saw. I couldn't complain either. He had a nice body. He wasn't very built and neither had a six pack, but his tall and skinny figure was the best thing I could have asked for. His chest was soft and I couldn't help myself but run my fingers on it. For an illusion, all of him looked and felt way too real. The texture of his skin, the tones of red on his cheeks... Everything seemed so humanlike.
He lowered his face to my neck and pecked a line down it, stopping every once in a while to suck on it and leave a red mark, that would turn purple eventually. It felt so good that I already couldn't control what sounds would come out of my mouth, and everytime a whine sounded in Will's ears, he smiled. I could feel him open a big smirk on my neck everytime he heard me let out incoherent words.
He then, took a hold of my hands and pinned them above my head. I wanted to touch him... But he was way too strong for me to be able to free myself from his grip. Though I couldn't lie, being restrained from touching him like that made things much hotter.
He kept kissing all his way down to my chest, to then have a taste of my nipples. It seemed like the more he tasted, the more he craved. He kept getting more and more sloppy and he seemed like he couldn't wait any longer, but was restraining himself from getting what he wanted so soon so we could both enjoy. It felt amazing. All the teasing, it was cruel, but it was delicious.
Soon, both of us were completely in the other's hand. We couldn't wait any bit more. I needed all of him, and he needed all of me.

- Are you ready? - he whispered in my ear, sensually.

- More than ever. - I reassured him.

And that was the most pleasurable night I've ever had.

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**SCENE OVER**

The sunbeams streamed inside the house through the half open window, making their way straight to my face. My eyes clenched with the brightness and I soon opened them, taking some time to adjust to the lightning. I yawned and looked around. I was... In the living room. There were some pieces of cloth on the floor. Odd. And... I could hear some... Soft snoring. I then came into my senses, remembering all that happened on the night before. I fell asleep on Will's arms. We were way to tired to go to the room so we ended up sleeping in the couch. I woke up laying on top of him, with my head on his chest. He looked so peaceful and calm sleeping. He seemed to be really tired since he was even snoring. His dark hair was all messy and he still had his cheeks a bit red.
Trying to not wake him up, I slowly started to get up, only to be pulled back to his chest with his arms wrapping around my waist and back.

- Don't leave... - he mumbled, still sleeping.

I signed and tried to get up again, only to have his grip tightened around me.

- No... - he mumbled again.

Then I finally gave up. I wouldn't get out of there so easily. The best solution was simply go back to sleep and wait for him to wake up.
I shifted to one side, then to the other, trying to get more comfortable. Not finding the best position, I ended up just laying there the way I was before. On my belly. I lied my head on his chest and noticed. No heartbeat. It was a bit obvious there wouldn't be a heart, but it felt a bit weird to not hear anything, specially when he was there, alive, and even snoring. I simply couldn't understand how he worked. He could breath, but he didn't have lungs. He could eat, but he didn't have a stomach. He could think, but he didn't have a brain. He was alive, but he wasn't real.
I was so immersed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the room got quiet. I soon felt a hand patting my head, which made me look up. I found him, awake, staring at me with a small and tired smile.
The light coming from the window behind him made him look angelic. Like a literal angel. Everything about him and that moment felt magical. There was not a better word to describe it.
But there was a question that popped into my head.

What were we now?

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