𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 ━ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔶

chapter thirty three
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Both (Y/N) and Devon knew that what they were doing was wrong, but they couldn't help it. Each night after that first one spent together, they chose to lose themselves in each other's bodies, hoping to forget what tormented them during the day. It seemed to be working too, for at least during the evening as they slept, their minds were at ease without nightmarish horrors or worries.

Devon cherished the memory of their lovemaking, holding it inside his heart like a sacred treasure, which is was, considering (Y/N) was worth more to him than anything in his life. However, it didn't take a genius to know that she obviously didn't feel the same way. In hindsight, the more he bedded her, the more he could see that she was just using his body for her own pleasure—as in, using pleasure to forget about the pain of losing her mom.

He didn't mind this.

No, not in the least.

Even if it meant she didn't view him the way he viewed her, he could still keep her anchored to him so tightly she would never be able to leave.

Never.

And he would see to it.

Currently, Devon was sitting at the dining room table with a cup of coffee in front of him. Leaning back in his chair from his computer which he had been using to type up a report, he took a sip of his drink, creating ripples in the dark liquid from the action. He glanced outside the window towards the backyard, finding that the sky was looking rather gloomy that morning.

Hm.

Just the way it goes in early Spring.

He was then taken away from his thoughts upon hearing the stairs creak, signaling that someone was walking down. Soon enough, (Y/N) walked into the space wearing her uniform and her backpack slung over her shoulder. Depositing her uniform's jacket and her bag on one of the chairs, she then moved to the kitchen to rummage through the pantry for a cereal box. His eyes raked over her body, appraising the mere sight of her curves and angles. That pleated skirt teasing what lay underneath, her buttoned up shirt that could so easily be taken off—it was a test of his willpower to control himself.

"Good morning, my dear," he then hummed, his lips curving upwards.

"Morning," she murmured as she poured herself a bowl of cereal.

It was then when she opened the fridge and reached upwards to grab the carton of milk did his control finally wane. Then again, with (Y/N), he never did have much self-control to begin with. Standing up quietly so she wouldn't turn around, Devon approached her until he was standing behind her, towering over her smaller body. His eyes traced the curve of her neck, the smoothness of her skin. Already he was brought back to their many nights together and how passionate they were. Wrapping his arms around her stomach, he held her closer to his chest, setting his chin on her shoulder.

"What're you doing?" She murmured softly, however making no move to escape his grip.

"What do you think?" He whispered into her ear before nibbling on the lobe, something that made her jolt ever so slightly, and something that made him chuckle softly. "It's fun to figure out the sensitive parts of your body..." His hands trailed down her stomach to her hips, then down to her thighs to rub against her bare flesh underneath her skirt, continuing with, "...so much fun."

He then turned her around, keeping her body flush against his as he lowered his head so their lips could interlock, his hands tangling harshly in her (H/C) hair. The heat of the kiss dulled both of their senses, sparks running down their spines and alighting a fire within that so desperately needed to be quelled. (Y/N) closed her eyes as she clutched the front of his silk shirt, allowing herself to be pushed back against the counter, her tongue dueling with his. However, before anything more could be done, a knock on the door quickly made them split apart.

"Um... I'll get it," (Y/N) offered with a blink, quickly taming both her hair and her clothing as she then opened the door slightly, her eyes widening when seeing who it was. "Huh? Dante?"

Devon flinched at the name.

Dante...

That... boy.

"What are you doing here?" (Y/N) then continued, keeping the door only slightly ajar.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Dante chuckled awkwardly, swallowing thickly when seeing her again after their shared kiss—not that he knew what happened after he had left her with Devon. "Sorry about coming here with such short notice, but I... somehow still don't have your number, and we weren't able to keep talking last Thursday..." He trailed off as he glanced back up at her, clearing his throat before continuing, "Anyways, um... I thought maybe we could carpool this morning? That is, if you're interested?"

"Oh, uh, s—" she cut herself off, her eyes widening as her breath hitched, her grip on the doorframe tightening. "U-Um..."

"(Y/N)?" Dante blinked. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." she breathed out shakily. "Just fine..."

Dante still looked concerned, however he dropped the subject, something (Y/N) was thankful for since, what he didn't know was that Devon had stealthily snuck up behind her out of Dante's sight. One hand gripped her left hip tightly while his other hand dove into her skirt, under her shorts and underwear, where he teased his fingers over her slick folds. Since Dante could only see (Y/N)'s head and parts of her shoulders, it was easy for Devon to make a mess of her lower body.

He had to.

After all, he very well wasn't appreciative of the way Dante had interrupted his morning, so he decided to take his frustrations out on (Y/N) in a way that let her know exactly why that was.

"A-Anyways," (Y/N) continued, a small sound escaping her lips when Devon plunged two fingers inside of her. "About that carpool... I-I don't think I can do that this morning."

"Oh..." Dante looked disappointed, his eyes cresting, missing the way (Y/N)'s body shuddered.

"S-Sorry... I'll see you at school, though," she gave him a shaky smile before immediately closing the door in his face, not even allowing him to get another word in, something that hurt him more than he would care to admit.

With a sigh, he walked away.

Inside the apartment, (Y/N) had her body pressed against the door, now panting softly as Devon continued to thrust his fingers inside of her. He kept his body tightly against hers as he kissed along her jaw, his other hand that wasn't working her insides rising up her body to grope at her breasts through her shirt. She shuddered when his thumb curled back to rub a pleasurable amount of friction against her clit, a low moan escaping her as her orgasm began to build up. Finally, with one last thrust of his fingers, Devon finally made her cum.

"Asshole..." she panted as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her, watching as she turned her head slightly to throw a glare his way. "Why the fuck did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to," he whispered into her ear as he began to unbuckle his belt, lifting her thigh up after doing so whilst continuing to push her up against the door. "I wouldn't count on being on time for school. We're not even close to being done yet, my dear..."

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To be continued...