Raskal x Female! Reader x Dizmal (DISCONTINUED)

I guess he's cuddly

I head home after work and enjoy how the air has somehow warmed up even as it gets later into the night. The sun is almost set by the time I get home, mainly because I got stopped by Alex before I even left the shop, asking me about Dizmal, which led into a conversation about anime somehow. That lasted an hour, making me leave at five instead of four.

I show up as my mom is leaving, telling me she's going to see my grandma in the hospital before going out for Thursday night fun, which essentially means, "I'm going to go get wasted with my friends, get laid, and some home at seven in the afternoon tomorrow to make you dinner before I leave to go get drunk and laid again, be back Saturday, see you then!"

I lock up behind her and head up to my room, finding my brother isn't home as of now. I enter my room, dropping my bag next to my desk as I sit down in the spinning desk chair. I work on my homework for a bit, finishing with that research paper and almost finishing the stupid water color and ink project we're doing in art class.

I decide to shower and change into a hoodie and shorts before watching tv, so I take a quick shower and get dressed. I grab my blanket and head downstairs. I set up Netflix and made myself some leftover spaghetti before I laid down on the couch with my blanket draped over me and started up where I left off watching the scream tv show.

I'm not sure when I passed out, but a low growl of, "Awe, she's sleeping," wakes me up.

I'm greeted by one infernum brother standing over me. Actually, Raskal's sitting on my legs, again.

I'm not paralyzed tonight so I sit up and push him off of me, making him laugh that sinister laugh of his, though to me it sounds more silly than anything else.

"Well good evening Y/N!" He chuckles, staring at me from the floor.
  "Evening? So you mean it's not three in the morning?" I ask, looking up at Netflix asking if I'm still watching.
"No, unfortunately I had no one else to mess with tonight, so I came here right away." He says softly, watching me get up and walk to the kitchen where I intend to get a can of root beer from the fridge.

"So." He starts, standing up from the floor and looking over at me. —he looks so tall even from halfway across the house— "What do you do when mom isn't home?" He asks.

I shrug and my head slowly turns upward as he walks over to me, putting his hands on either side of where I'm sitting on my counter. He's barely taller than me sitting where I am, though I still have to look up at him.

His head tilts a bit to the side and he leans closer to me, his lips mere inches from mine, his breath is almost as hot as the embers in his eyes.
  I can feel myself blushing as my face continues to slowly heat up until it feels like it's on fire. He's teasing me, and he knows I like it. Then he pecks my lips for only a moment and pulls away, making me lean forward chasing him a bit until I nearly fall off the counter.

He catches my shoulders and pushes me back onto the counter, smirking at me a little.

"Don't get too tempted Y/N. Greed is one of the seven deadly sins, and I don't want you becoming that obsessed~" He purrs in my ear, making me shudder a little.

"Don't worry about me. I'm not the kind to become obsessive." I laugh softly, staring at his lips. They were so soft.

He moves to my freezer and grabs the half empty bottle of scotch from the bottom shelf. I don't try to stop him because my mom knows I myself drink and won't think anything of it. He unscrews the cap and tips it back, putting his lips directly on the bottle. I'm a little uncomfortable by him doing this, but I remain silent as I sip my soda. He offers me the bottle and a shrug, taking it and a few swallows before handing it back. He's grinning at me.

"What?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him as his grin splits ear to ear.
  "I didn't think you were able to drink your liquor straight." He purrs, taking another swig.
  "Meh. I've had stronger. Rum is pretty high up on my tolerance scale." I explain, as I take a drink of water from the faucet before another sip of my soda.

I walk back into the living room and he slaps my ass as I leave the kitchen, making me squeak before looking back at him with a smirk accompanied by a furrowed brow.

I shut down all the electronics and it's now I realize the lights were red again. I turn to look at Raskal as I grab my blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders before heading up the stairs with him following after me, now without the liquor.

I go to my room and sit on the edge of my bed still sipping my root beer while staring at the wall under my tv where I have multiple Polaroid photographs up under a string of white Christmas lights.

Raskal comes and sits beside me, one arm behind me and the other over my legs as he leans close to me and into my neck, kissing me from my cheek to my collarbone and every spot in between. I giggle softly and grab his shoulder with one hand as I try not to spill my soda.

He takes it and sets it on my desk before putting himself on top of me, caging me on my bed and kissing my neck. I'm smiling softly as I slip my hands under his shirt and feel all over his chest.
   He isn't the most fit, but that doesn't upset me. He purrs as my cold hands run over his body and he kisses my lips rather gently. My hands slip out from under his shirt and place themselves on his neck and the side of his face.

He pulls away from me and lays behind me closer to the wall my bed is pressed against, his arms wrapped around my waist and his face nuzzled into the top of my head as I roll onto my side.

I enjoy the feeling of his larger body cradling mine, comforting in a way, and beyond warm. He pulls the blanket over us and whispers for me to sleep, which I do.