𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 | MID x Reader

Extra 3.5: Night Gown (smut🦋)

Author's Note: This chapter is an EXTRA, and it's SMUT! Please be advised!! If you don't want to read it you don't have to, the next chapter carries on as if nothing happened. So if you don't feel comfortable reading smut, you don't have to read it!

I cherish my readers' comfort more than anything else so smut will be contained fo "extra" chapters. And if people want me to stop doing this kind of stuff, then I will! :))

Word count: 1001

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You couldn't sleep.... you tossed and turned all around your bed. A thought was itching to keep you awake, and you just couldn't let go. Heaving a sigh, you left the comfort of your bed and walked bare-foot around your room, stopping in front of your mirror. Your reflection caught your eye, particularly the silk night gown that Ava gave you. No doubt, it was comfortable, but it was very figure-hugging, and you weren't used to it.

You decide to take a stroll, down an empty hall to clear your head. While admiring the details of the pillars supporting the ceiling, you feel someone's presence looming behind you. Before you can turn around, it embraces you from behind. It's Leif.

"(Y/n), you're so unfair, you know that?" It's like a dream. You don't think the real Leif would ever say that. "You're so beautiful in that nightgown... it makes me want to..." he trails off. "No... I'm sorry, I have to control myself." You feel yourself heat up at his words. Then, something inside of you snaps as you speak up.

"No Leif. Show me just what exactly I do to you, show me what you want to do to me" you challenged Leif.

The daemos was quick to act, tightening his embrace from behind. His hand traced up your thigh and under the skirt of your garment. You felt Leif's breath brush against your shoulder, closing in on your collar bones. Leif pushes his fingers down your thong and spreads your womanhood open. He finds your cherry, quickly circling and teasing it. You let out a soft yelp. The daemos's other hand quickly covers your mouth, suppressing any other sounds.

"Quiet now, (Y/n), we don't want the others to hear us, now, do we?" His low voice sends shivers down your spine as you feel yourself getting more aroused. Finally, he inserts a finger inside of you—his thumb circling your bulb.

"Hah—" you gape in his hand.

"Shh..." he moans, biting on your shoulder. You know damn well what he's doing: leaving his mark; marking his territory. He removes his hand from your mouth and moves to your waist, stabilizing the two of you. Another finger enters your slit as Leif pleasures you, moving in and out at a steady pace.

"I want to do much more." He growls. Your mind is clouded with lust, all you can focus on is the sensation of Leif's fingers inside of you.

"Do it, Leif— Please!" You feel tears brimming your eyes as he inserts a third finger. And with your permission, his other hand slides one strap of your nightgown down, freeing your right breast from its restraints. He moves to your chest, hand cupping its soft skin. Giving it a firm squeeze, he begins to massage it in his hand, earning a small scream from you.

"See? This isn't the first time I've made a female scream." Leif's hand plunges deeper into your womanhood, picking up his pace.

"Fff— Leif, I think I'm close!" You gasp for air as you feel your mind go blank. But before you can release, the daemos retracts his hand, leaving you feeling quite empty. You whine for him to touch you more, to deflower you. "Leif, please me— I'm begging you!" He's still embracing you, pinching your right bud. You yelp in surprise. Your womanhood throbs, longing for Leif to pleasure it.

"Here, (Y/n)?" He scans the hall for any on-lookers.

"Y-yes!" You whine. "Here and now! You wanted to do more, right?" You hear him undo his sleepwear, and he pulls down your undergarments. You feel his member slide against your womanhood, the sensations driving you insane. Finally, his length enters your slit, taking in every inch of him. His hand reaches for the other strap of your nightgown, freeing your other breast.

You feel your legs give out as he plunges deeper into you, and you grip his arm for support. The daemos lets out a low moan as he pounds into you faster and deeper. Volume didn't matter now, the sound of his skin meaning with yours echo in the empty hall. You feel your mouth drip from drool as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.  Leif was leaving you a moaning mess, and he was enjoying the show.

The daemos begins to slow down, sliding his hands down your hips, and to your arse. Without warning, he picks your body up and begins pumping at a different angle.

"Ahh—!" Your hands cover your mouth as you bite your lower lip in attempts to suppress a scream threatening to come out. "Shit— please Leif!" He lets you down, back to your original position. Your other hand reaches up to his horn, as you lightly graze them.

Leif moans as you do. "You're a bad girl, aren't you, (Y/n)?" He slows down, teasing you.

"Please Leif, " you pant. "Harder." You beg.

"But do you deserve it?" He smirks, slowing down even more.

"I—" you swallow. "I'll be a good girl!"

"Good girl." He moans, slamming himself into your hole. He picks up the pace, pounding in and out of you, leaving you breathless, and moaning for more. He fills you until it can't go in any further. You feel a familiar sensation build up in the pit of your stomach.

"Leif— I'm close—!" You pant into his ear.

"Me too," he groans. A wave of euphoria hits you as white sparks cloud your vision. You feel yourself snap, releasing over him. Leif pulls out and releases his fluids down your body.

You feel sleepiness wash over you. "Sleep, (Y/n), I'll clean this up for you..." he whispers before you fall asleep.

Your eyes flutter open as memories of last night flood your mind. You jolt out of your bed, checking your reflection. Your night gown was in tact, and there was no hickey to be seen. Maybe it was a dream... you thought, returning to sleep.