Male!Builder x Malroth smut

Funky time v1 (Super smash bros)

My eyes hurt but my mind continues to churn. I’m supposed to be sleeping but I can’t; the fact that it’d be a while before the builder returned especially bothering me. The builder is off at the bar, wasting hours of the night watching the residents of the scarlet sands. Usually I would join and play with the residents. Darts, cards, whatever. But tonight, I feel better just staying in our little hotel for now. The builder’s most recent build has unsettled me to the point I just want to hide away for a while. Hargon’s church sits just in the bar sites, unable to stand seeing it without getting nauseous. It’s blue light sickens me and stepping foot inside makes my head pound and head spin with the brutal fantasies Hargon showed me. The world melting away at my hands, a river of blood lapping at my feet, my friends dying at my hand. I whimper weakly, curling up at the most painful of these illusions. The builder crumpling at my feet, eyes clear and lifeless. I rub my temples painfully and try to clear my mind. Our makeshift home is quiet and eventually I can distract myself from Hargon’s soft mocking keks. It’ll be awhile before the builder slinks to bed, if he ever does. I shift my weight in the bed, my thoughts muddling with dirty thoughts, I carefully shrug off my jacket, scowling quietly as'the sad thoughts of the builder dribbled into lewd ones. I guess I  could distract myself. I hate when the builder finds me crying anyway, i'd rather him walk into something weird. I shrug off my clothes and carefully kick them under the bed, fiddling with my belt and soon kicking it along with my pants under the bed. I remember being mad at the builder, vowing to never speak to him again, the memory bitter. I remember the way his brows furrowed in pain, keeping an upset expression even through ending a century long war. I imagine his brows furrowed in a soft pleased expression instead, a pink blush painting his cheeks. I bite my lip as I begin to pump my length, head falling back in delight at my fantasies. My hands on his hips, his soft squeaks and grunts filling my ears, the heat filling the room. I’m not sure how long I spend with my mind running rampant, a warm feeling fluttering through my abdomen. My lips part, a cracked moan escaping as I get close, eager to finish and sleep off my shame, “A-ah, Builder…~”
    I arch my back, a sharp gasp escaping as I release, hearing the door open at the same time. The builder steps into the room, leaving me to hurriedly yank the blanket over my body and fall back against the pillows, sweat beading down my face. My heart pounds, looking at him in horror, convinced I was caught with sticky fingers. He smiles, oblivious, “Did I wake you?”

“No.”
    “Oh, good. You should sleep, we got a busy day tomorrow.” The builder smiles and plops down on his bed.
    I shift my weight, my load feeling disgusting against my chest, “Oh really? What are you up to?”
    “I need to patch some holes in the castle. It’s leaking.”

"Oh, okay. Do you think you could do me a favor?" 

The builder curls up in bed, letting out a soft hm in reply, glancing at me. I slump down in bed, unable to just fetch my clothes, "Can you build a shower room?"

He gives me a strange look but nods, "Yeah?"

"Thanks…" I sigh, closing my eyes, "Goodnight builder."

"Goodnight Malroth."

I wake up sticky and annoyed the next morning, my load from the night before making the bed gross. I sit up and see the builder has already woke and left, giving me enough time to scramble and put my clothes on before he returns. The builder steps in right as i finish buckling my belt, "You ready?"

"Yep."

"Let's go." He thankfully destroys the beds and stuffs them in his inventory and heads out the door, giving a wave to the scarlet sands residents and heading to the cerulean steppe, leaving me to follow. 

We split ways eventually, him running off to go patch the holes in the ceiling and me to wander the castle halls. I take a shower almost immediately, more than grateful to finally clean my chest off. I hum, happy to be squeaky clean, as I step outside the shower room, freezing when I see a certain pick haired girl. Lulu smiles at me, tipping her head, "So you and the builder are back on this part of the island?"