[ MATURE.]
He couldn't form a single word. His cake arm traveled up Herb's back, wrapping around his waist to support him better. They were in a deadlock, Herb's bed creaking with every roll of his hips. If he were capable of clear thought, perhaps he'd have lightly criticized himself. He always assumed that this, this.. first time of his would be very different. Perhaps he'd have taken more control, followed tradition and..
Who was he kidding?
This was amazing. It was beyond anything Red Velvet had ever dreamed of. This was not a time for him to worry about being commanding. He wouldn't have anyone else in the world on his lap like this, sending shock waves of pleasure through him. For once..
Red Velvet was defenseless, and he fucking loved it.
[ contains : size difference, slight release delay/denial, slight choking, mating bite instincts (on rv's part, though he doesn't realize it), and a lot of wholesome stuff! ]
[ thanks for the beta, vinnie! this is also on ao3. ]
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)