Valentine's Dinner (Swiss)

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A/N - Yes I'm doing one for each ghoul and the ghoulettes. 

TRIGGER WARNING - SMUTTY SMUUTY SMUTYYYYYYYY

"Swiss! Come on! They are going to be here any minute!" You yell in the tiny apartment. Swiss hurries into the kitchen, finishing buttoning up his red shirt, "What do you think?" He asks, doing a runway walk around the counter and leaning against it for a final pose. You laugh, "It looks amazing." You turn your attention back to the pasta in front of you, carefully stirring it so that it doesn't burn. He wraps his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder, "You are the best partner anyone could ask for." He whispers into your ear, kissing it after. You squeal at the ticklish feeling, "Oh you flatter me too much." You say, moving your freehand to rest on his head, petting it softly. He purrs at your touch, "I don't do it enough. He counters, starting to pull you back against him more, the obvious erection pressing into the back of your thigh, 

"Swiss. Control yourself, they could be here any minute!" You protest, now trying to take his hands off of you before you yourself become needy. He groans, but steps back, now leaning on the counter, "Please babe, just suck me off, I'll make it worth it later." He groans, his erection starting to throb, "No, Swiss, please just set the table." You take the pasta out of the pot and put it into a bowl beside the stove. His arms wrap back around you, "Swiss." You growl, tired of his antics, "Get on your knees." He demands into your ear, every ounce of annoyance leaves your body. You turn to face him, his eyes are red and full of lust, you immediately feel meek and tiny, "Get on your knees." He says again, starting to undo his belt.

You get on your knees, watching with eager eyes as he removes his dick from his boxers, the pre cum already coming out of the tip, "You know what to do." He says, his hands getting tangled into your hair. You open your mouth, your eyes glued to his as he slides his erection into your mouth. His head falls back with a deep moan as your tongue swirls around the head, "Good girl, Y/n, good fucking girl." He starts to guide your head at the pace he wanted, starting slow and shallow, but quickly starting to fuck your throat deep and hard. Tears spill over your eyes, but hearing him moan your name over and over didn't want you to stop, "Keep taking my dick, keep taking it like a good girl." He grunts with a few more hard thrusts, "Fuck, swallow it, swallow it." He moans, forcing your head down, your nose presses against his lower stomach, the feeling of his cum running down your throat makes a breathy moan come out of you. His dick twitches at the sensation, "Good girl, such a good girl for me." He pants. You wipe your mouth and stand. You give him a quick kiss, but then turn back to the food.

A knock on the door snaps Swiss out of his bliss. He fixes himself, "I owe you later." He laughs, playfully smacking your ass while he walks to the door. You laugh and start mixing the sauce into the pasta. You hear the door open and chatter and footsteps enter the apartment. You take off the apron and wipe your hands with a towel, "Sodo. Happy Valentine's Day!" You say, giving him a hug, a platonic one, "Sunshine! I miss you girly!" You say hugging the ghoulette, she squeezes you, "You need to visit more! I have so much more to tell you." Swiss and you moved out of the ministry once things became more serious. The catacombs were not nice and you had the money, so you moved into an apartment in the town near the church, "Well come in, sit down, Y/n has been making dinner all day and it's going to be amazing." Swiss says taking everyone's coats, "Oh shush. It's spaghetti and meatballs, my family recipe." Sodo fist pumps, "I knew it." Sunshine groans, "I bet it would be lasagna." She hands Sodo a five dollar bill. You laugh at the exchange, "Go sit in the living room, I'll call over when the food is ready."

The two of them walk into the dining room. You take one last look over at the food, garnishing with some fresh basil before carrying the bowl of pasta out to the table. Swiss helps carry the basket of Garlic Bread and bowl of meatballs. You step back, straightening some cutlery and decorations. You bend over the table to reach something, Sodo stands behind you, "You're hard again?" You whisper, Sodo and Sunshine being in the other room, the walls are thin, "You do this to me baby." He whispers into your hear, his body looming over you. You let out a shaky breath, he was winning this game, but you couldn't have sex with him right now, Sodo and Sunshine would hear. As if he could read your mind, he says, "I guess you'll have to be quiet if you don't want them to hear." He lifts up your skirt, chuckling at the red lacy underwear, "Was this for later?" He asks, you hear the smirk in his voice, "Swiss, stop this isn-Oh Satan" You moan, feeling his tongue licks the thin fabric covering your heat, "Already so wet? You are my little slut." Swiss whispers in between kisses and bites on your thighs. Your legs shake, you're suddenly thankful for the table.

His left hand grabs and massages your thighs while his right hand pulls down your panties, the wet spot on them immediately making him harder, "Damn baby." he moaned. You only let out a small whimper as he runs one finger through your wet folds. Your knees buckle out from under you, He quickly moves his hands around your thighs, holding you up, "I get you this excited?" He asked, starting to pepper more kisses all over the inside of your thighs, "Swiss, please, please stop teasing me." You whisper, desperately trying to stay quiet. Swiss leaves a quick kiss against you, then stands, "It'll be about ten minutes guys, just turn on the tv." A second of silence, "Alright, we'll stay out here." Sodo says laughing. Yes, he knew what was happening.

 Swiss's hands pull you up to his chest, your wetness running down your legs, "Now, are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet." His hand finds it's way to your clit, starting to rub quickly. You let out a moan, Swiss's hand clasps over your throat causing the sound to stop, "What did I just say?" He growled into your ear. You could only look in his eyes as his hand worked wonders on your clit. Your hands find their way around his writs, pinning his hand against your throat as he applied light pressure to it, "Fuck me, please fuck me." You whimper out, some words sounding more choked than others, "bend over the fucking table." He growls, removing his hand from your clit.

You do as he says, he sucks his fingers off with a moan, "You taste so fucking good." He whispers. He takes his belt off and wraps the leather around your neck, clasping it snug with the buckle, enough to choke you, but not enough to strangle you. He takes his dick out and inserts himself into you, eliciting a moan from both of you, "Satan. You're so tight." He grunts, starting to move in and out. His hand pulled more on the belt. After a few seconds of slow, light thrusts, he picks up speed. Swiss starts pounding you into the table, the glass and silverware shaking and clicking as he does. Quiet choked moans and the sound of skin slapping are the only noises. You already feel your climax building, Swiss feels it too. He pulls you back to his chest, your hips now slamming against the wood as he goes deeper inside of you. Your hands fly to the leather around your neck, in pure ecstasy at the sensations happening to your body. Swiss holds the belt with one hand, the other pushing on your lower stomach. Causing a louder muffled moan to leave your lips. He kisses your neck and shoulder, feeling your walls flutter around him he says, "Cum, cum on my dick. Be a good girl and cum on me." His thrusts get faster, the knot bursts. Your hands fall from the belt, limp as the orgasm racks through you.

Swiss finishes quickly after. He slowly lowers you onto the table, your body completely worn and tired. He undoes the belt around your neck. He then takes some disposable napkins from the table, and starts to clean you and himself up. He fixes himself first before helping you stand, you still mostly lean into him, "Can you walk yet?" He asks, kissing your hair, you shake your head 'no'. He smiles, "I really fucked you that hard?" you nod 'yes' still trying to catch your breath. He holds you for a few more seconds, "Try standing." He whispers, slowly starting to let you go, you stand, wobbling slightly. He runs out of the room and grabs you a new pair of panties, throwing the old ones into the laundry bin. He quickly rushes back to you, fixing the table cloth and re-straightening everything, "Here, let me help." he offers, handing you the black thong. You look at him and roll your eyes, he only laughs. You put on the skimpy undergarment, "Alright guys, come on let's eat!" Swiss shouts. Sunshine and Sodo enter quickly after,

"I'm sooooo hungry." Sunshine says sitting and filing her plate. Sodo looks at Swiss, they share a look, he looks over to you, you blush instantly. He laughs, so does Swiss, "What's so funny?" Sunshine asks, her mouth full of spaghetti, "Nothin babe, just an inside joke." You glare at Sodo. Swiss holds your hand above the table, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, "Let the idiot live to see another day." he tells you, you laugh and sigh, "Eat up. I didn't work all day for the food to be cold." Sodo clicks his tongue, "Happy Valentine's Day." He says under his breath. Still in shock that Swiss went through with their bet. 

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