Red Light (Marshall Lee x Reader x Prince Gumball)

28: To Waking Up!

When you woke up, it was still dark inside of the cave.  A bit silly of you to gauge the time that way, seeing as caves are normally quite dark, but nevertheless, it hadn't been too long of a nap. When you looked down however, you realized exactly where you had ended up. Nervous for a minute, you remembered how sweet he had been to you. And how mean Gumball had been, even if he was just being honest.

Stupid Gumball. Mad at me because Fionna didn't choose him. Made me so angry that I ran right back here into this dummy's arms. You thought to yourself. But you couldn't help but take a deep inhale. This smell brought back a menagerie of memories; good, bad and sexy. And speaking of sexy, you felt something pressing into your body. Knowing exactly what it was, and being slightly intoxicated by the familiar scent of Marshall Lee's bare skin, which was directly beneath you, you reached down.

It's just for the night. He said he would be okay even if I didn't see him again... would it really be okay... to do this?  Your mind wandered as you carefully unbuttoned and unzipped Marshall's pants. As your fingertips crawled into his pants, you couldn't help but nuzzle his cold, non-moving chest. And of course, fill your fox nose with more of his scent.

"Wha-- huh?" Marshall's eyes closed tighter and his mouth frowned slightly. After another second, one eye cracked open. "Glob, YN. What are you doing?"

"Want me to stop?" You asked as your fingers stroked his rock-hard piece of flesh. You felt it strain against the tight fabric of his pants. Pulsing and desperately trying to escape, you couldn't help but kiss his skin.

"NO! No, I-- I just want you to make sure you're not just..."He looked down at you past his nose.

"Not just what?" You set your chin on his sternum and paused.

"That you don't feel like you have to do this for me. I really am just happy to comfort you..." His eyebrows knit together. "But I really, really, really want you."

"Sure. Okay, Mawshee. Let's do it." You had been in the mood since before you had even gotten to Prince Grump-ball's palace.

He looked back at you, a fire lit in his eyes. It had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. He knew how much more likely you would be to come back if you had a good time. His vampire voice rumbled in his throat.

"H-How would you like it?" He asked politely. Three hundred year had widened his repertoire substantially; there wasn't much that he hadn't tried.

"However Mawshee wants it..." You mumbled as your fingers began working against him again.

"I swear on globs of red, YN, I'd be fine doing nothing. Or just cumming from this." His fingers entangled themselves in the fur on your head and pulled you close as his hips undulated in the air.

"Mm." You thought. "Probably better to start that way. So you can go even longer, right?"

"Oh, YN. Oh my glob. I must be dreaming. Am I?"