Vessel X OC/reader

Chapter 10

I go to my room and slam my door, and groan. I'm such a fucking teenager.

I think about going down to apologise to avoid the inevitable shitstorm. I definitely started that. I spend an hour in my room, chewing my nails, before eventually coming out of my room and taking a deep breath. If this shit is going to work out, I need to at least try. I go down to the dining table, and everything is cleared up. My plate, my wine glass. Not a thing out of place.

Guess he went to bed, huh?

I look around the quiet corridors of the manor, and groan. Don't go to bed angry. Don't let him go to bed angry.

I knock at his door three times, and I can feel my heartbeat for the next few silent seconds.

"Come on in." I hear from inside, and I open the door slowly. Vessel is at his desk, writing something, with his mask on. He turns to look at me, and smiles faintly.

"Gaia. What can I do for you?"

Does he not even care?

Should I even mention it?

I debate it in my head for a few moments and bite my lip nervously.
"Sorry about... Earlier."

"You've got such a big temper." He replies, quietly, looking back down at his work, and turning a page carefully.

"I know." I reply.

He gets to his feet, and takes his mask off. He runs his fingers through his curls, and I can't help but feel so intimidated. He's taller than me, bigger than me, he's definitely pissed at me, and half of his face is coloured black like war paint.

"We'll have to work on it. Won't we?"

"I suppose so. I don't know where it comes from."

"I do. You're an incredibly strong woman. And I love that." He says, and my heart rate slows down. Okay. Not mad.

He takes my hand, and smiles at me.
"But neither of your parents have ever challenged your attitude, have they? They just accept that's how you are. You're domineering. You're intelligent, and you're not weak, in any way. So you can get in control of every situation you're landed in, and get the upper hand."

I don't reply, though potentially, he may be spot on.

His blank expression becomes stern, and almost angry.

"Well, not with me. You won't outsmart me, you won't manipulate me, you won't overpower me. Though I have to admit, I love to see you try."

I really don't know what to say in response. He's dissected my whole character, and I don't know how to react. Though I don't try and respond, Vessel looks more than happy with my involuntary reaction.

"Don't look so scared."

Jesus, this is hot. Why is this hot?
I can't help but lean in to kiss him, but he leans back slightly, to avoid it.
"You just won't learn, will you? You're not in control." He says, and I think. I'd kissed him a bunch today, and though he kissed me back, he didn't look best pleased, each time. He thinks by kissing him, I'm trying to control him?

Cute.

He pushes me against the wall, and kisses me, with roughness and passion that I'd never seen from anyone before, let alone him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away for a sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth, and I rest my arms on his shoulders. He quickly lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him tightly for grip. As he lowers me onto the bed, he roughly kisses the side of my face and neck, biting ocassionally.

He's only spurred on by my moaning and whimpering, but he pulls away for a moment to take off his jacket, and throw it aside. I watch him as he unbuttons his jeans, and takes them off. He looks down at me, on the bed, and takes a deep breath. He turns away, for a second, and runs his fingers through his hair, seemingly worked up about something. He takes a few seconds to breathe, before kneeling on the bed and leaning down to kiss me again.

With impressive swiftness, he unclips my bra and tosses it aside, and kisses my forehead gently.
"You alright?"

"I'm fine." I reply, watching him, completely starstruck.

"I'm trying to keep calm. If you keep looking at me like that..." He says, but doesn't finish his sentence.

"Just... Tell me if I hurt you. And I'll stop." He says, looking genuinely anxious.

"Where's the fun in that?" I ask, and he kisses me in response.

"You're driving me crazy." He practical hisses, and I get butterflies. Wow.

"Ready?" He asks me, quietly, as if he was giving me one last glimpse of his soft side.

I nod, slightly.
"Ready."

(Authors note: yeah sorry I have to confess I need to practise writing smut before I actually publish it. Next time they fuck I promise 😭)

I catch my breath, and glance over at him. He's lying on his back, breathing heavily, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
"Wow." He says, still short of breath. Once he's got his breath back, he sits up, and sips a glass of water, and passes it to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, and I nod, not really sure what to say. Jeez, am I shy?

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I shake my head, quickly.
"No, actually. I kind of expected it... But no. You didn't hurt me."

"Okay, good. Next time, though, I will." He says, and I feel goosebumps spread across my limbs.

He buries his face in my hair, and sighs, heavily, before lying back down and pulling me close.

"You don't want me to go to my room?", I ask him.

"What? No. Stay here." He says, firmly, and I relax.

"Goodnight." I say, quietly, and he doesn't reply for a few seconds.

"Night."