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dewedup · 5 months ago

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hear me out (raindrop)

“That’s not gonna work,” Dew whines, trying to stay strong in his resolve as he clenches his legs together tighter.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of working.”

“Absolutely not.”

Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt, and Dew won’t admit to himself, let alone Rain, that he was actually considering the offer.

Instead, Dew narrows his eyes and growls as he watches the water ghoul walk out of the room, tossing a quick wink over his shoulder before Rain turns the corner and leaves Dew to bury his head in his hands and question the series of events that led to this being his life.

i fell off the face of the earth for 8 months and came back with some raunchy raindrop smut (very on brand for me)

IT'S PERIOD SEX GUYS, IF THAT'S NOT FOR YOU THEN DON'T CLICK FURTHER

words: 2,303

under the cut but can also be read on AO3

Dew’s woken up by a tongue lapping lazily between his folds, working its way up and down his slit before diving as deep as it can get. He barely has time to register that he’s conscious before his orgasm peaks, being prodded from his cunt by the tongue still languidly licking at his core. Dew doesn’t have the mental functions yet to do anything more than snake his hands under the sheet and grasp the head of hair belonging to the person at his all-you-can-eat buffet, tugging them closer and bearing down as he rides the waves of pleasure.

The moans being torn from his mouth are still heavily covered in the raspiness of sleep, making them lower and more throaty than what he usually has to offer. The sound of his own deepened voice sends a trill of pleasure down his spine and he rocks his hips up one last time, pushing into the face between his thighs, before flopping bonelessly onto the mattress.

Rain’s head pops out from under the sheet, brown eyes and pupils blown wide as he swipes his tongue around his mouth. Dew’s heart jolts at the sight of blood on Rain’s chin, embarrassment colouring his cheeks.

“Shit Rainy, I’m sorry I didn’t realize…” Dew’s words falter as he gestures sheepishly at himself and then at Rain’s chin. The wicked smirk that curls around the water ghoul’s lips causes a stirring in Dew’s lower stomach and he feels a small gush of what he desperately hopes isn’t more blood from the place between his legs.

“Don’t apologize Droplet, it’s shark week and you’ve stumbled into open water.” Rain purrs, inhaling deeply through his nose, eyes dropping back down to the weeping cunt in front of him.

Dew blames his post-orgasm haze for the few seconds it takes for Rain’s words to register before he’s snapping his legs closed.

“Rain,” Dew snarls. “That’s not happening, be fucking for real.”

“It’s already happening, love. Now be a dear, and let me get another taste.” Rain’s fingers trail along Dew’s thighs, putting a little pressure to try and pry them apart. He pouts up at Dew, eyes wide with an innocence he can’t completely achieve with the way they gleam conspiratorially.

“That’s not gonna work,” Dew whines, trying to stay strong in his resolve as he clenches his legs together tighter.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of working.”

“Absolutely not.”

Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt, and Dew won’t admit to himself, let alone Rain, that he was actually considering the offer.

The next few days are spent with Dew’s guard all the way up. His shoulders tense whenever he catches a whiff of Rain’s scent. He’s sneaking around like a bad comedy, tiptoeing through the halls of the den. His bathroom breaks are like clandestine meetings, rushing through his normal routine and disposing of all evidence he was there in the first place.

His fellow ghouls sympathize with his time of the month. The cloying scent of blood following him around like a neon sign declaring ‘OPEN SEASON’ to the hungry gaze of the water ghoul.

Despite his best efforts, Dew feels his will slowly crumbling like a sandcastle during high tide.

It comes to a head when Dew’s lying pitifully on the couch, his stomach cramping to its own hidden rhythm, pulling nasally whines from the fire ghoul.

“What can I do, bud?” Mountain asks, mindlessly pulling Dew’s hair into elaborate braids before shaking it out and starting over again. Dew had curled up to the bigger ghoul over an hour ago and refused to move since.

Luckily, Mountain was binge watching the new season of his favourite show, some weird period (no pun intended) piece revolving around the courting of eligible females. They talk funny, but Dew would be lying if he tried to say he hadn’t gotten sucked into the story around the second episode.

He lets out another pathetic whine as his stomach cramps again. Mountain shushes him comfortingly, petting his hair while simultaneously turning the volume of the show up so he doesn’t miss any dialogue.

“Enough!” Dew jolts at the shout, while Mountain just rolls his eyes and presses the pause button, shifting his gaze to the water ghoul who just entered the den.

Rain looks like a ghoul possessed, the lines of his body tight with tension, his eyes wild. Dew feels his stomach twist in a way that doesn’t cause him any physical discomfort, but mentally he’s doing somersaults.

“Get. Out.” Rain spits at Mountain, his upper lip pealing back to reveal his fangs.

“No.” Mount stares, unimpressed at the display before him. Rain’s eyes narrow slightly, before his lips shift into a grin that borders on insane.

He’s across the room in seconds, scooping Dew from Mountain’s arms and turning on his heel. Rain tosses a hiss over his shoulder at the earth ghoul, before carrying Dew down the hallway and into his room.

The bed smells like a mix of their scents. Dew takes a second to breathe in deeply when Rain deposits him, unceremoniously, in the middle of the mattress.

“Hear me out,” Rain begins, pacing the room along the foot of the bed as he works himself up to get to the point. Dew’s intrigue pulls him onto his elbows, reclining slightly while tracking the water ghoul’s movements.

“Listen,” Dew sighs as he tires of waiting for Rain to continue his explanation. “If this is about before-“

“Hear me out!” Rain repeats, voice raising as he stops pacing to kneel in front of Dew on the mattress. “I know you’re not sure about it, and if you don’t want to, then it’s fine. But I can smell your uncertainty. It’s new for both of us. And maybe I came on a little too strong, but you just drive me crazy.”

“Just what every ghoul wants to hear,” Dew responds sarcastically, eyes narrowing shrewdly.

“In a good way!” Rain backtracks, holding his hands up in surrender. “Everything about you makes all rational thought leave me. I feel like I’m reduced to this primal instinct to just fuck you senselessly into whatever surface is closest.”

Dew’s cheeks flush at the way the words stroke the flames of his desire.

“I know this is out of your comfort zone, but I really want to try. Could we try? We can take it slow, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable it’ll be a hard stop.”

“Rain, I-“ Dew’s words are cut off by the deep growl Rain releases. The noise vibrating through his entire body, making his cunt clench tightly around the tampon he had inserted a few hours ago.

“You’ve been walking around, teasing me senselessly for days, Dewdrop. I’ve been panting after you like a lovestruck kit, with barely even a look tossed in my direction. If this is a hard no for you, you’ve got to say it right now. I won’t be upset. But your scent of shame, arousal and blood is going to drive me up the wall if I don’t get to worship you properly. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”

Dew mewls pathetically, eyes wide and desperate as he tries to cling to any coherent thought running through his mind. The only thing is his body, screaming on repeat, to let this pleading ghoul pray at his alter.

He’s nodding before he even realizes, arms reaching out to grasp onto Rain wherever he can find purchase. But the ghoul eludes him, moving back slightly on the bed, eyes bordering on feral.

“I need to hear you say it. Use your words, Dewdrop.”

“I-“ Dew hesitates, swallowing around the lump in his throat. But one look at the trust, need and hunger in Rain’s eyes has him squaring his shoulders. “Yes.”

“Oh thank fuck,” Rain groans, surging forward and pressing against Dew’s lips so aggressively their teeth clack together. Dew gives as good as he gets, claws burrowing into Rain’s shoulders as Dew cants his hips up, desperate for any kind of friction. Rain hushes the needy whines Dew doesn’t even realize he’s letting out at an embarrassingly high frequency.

Rain works his lips down the column of Dew’s throat, licking and biting occasionally as he burns a path lower. A choked gasp escapes when his mouth locks onto Dew’s nipple, using his teeth to pull taut on the ring there.

Dew’s on a hairpin trigger already, trying embarrassingly hard not to cum from another swift tug on his nipple ring. His body is strung tight, tethering on the precipice of his release, when Rain’s thumb pushes down deftly on his clit.

“Oh-oh fuck, Rain, YES!” Stars cloud his vision, jaw dropping as Dew tries to gulp in air after shouting loud enough for the entire clergy to hear what they’re up to.

“That’s it, baby.” Rain praises, sliding further down Dew’s body until he’s kneeling between his legs, looking like the cat who caught the canary.

Dew watches through heavy-lidded eyes as Rain’s hand trail low, though they widen comically when he sees the water ghoul wrapping the string of his tampon around a clawed finger. He feels unsure, despite Rain stroking his free hand along Dew’s thigh in a reassuring way.

“Relax,” Rain orders, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards as he watches Dew forcibly untense his muscles. Dew doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely isn’t the way Rain starts to slowly pull, then push his tampon back in. He repeats the motion, becoming faster and more sure in his movements with gasp Dew lets out at the foreign feeling.

“Fuck,” Dew hisses at the slight burn, his sanitary product being turned into a cruel dildo, while he can do nothing but lie there and take it. He’d be a damn liar if he said it didn’t feel divine.

Rain slides his other hand up Dew’s thigh, finding its home at the juncture between his legs. His thumb rubs in a steady circle around the bundle of nerves, timing perfectly with the tempo in which he fucks Dew with the tampon.

It’s too much. The rapidly increasing ministrations, paired with the way Rain is watching on in pure, unadulterated fascination. Dew feels himself cresting the hill again already, claws digging into the bedsheet as he hits his peak.

His cunt clenches around nothing.

Dew’s utterly thrown, looking around wildly to where Rain is standing. His eyes lock on the red-stained cotton hanging from where it’s still wrapped around Rain’s finger.

Dew can see what’s going to happen mere seconds before it does, Rain raising the soaked tampon to dangle above his head, opening his jaw as he slowly lowers the object of his desire. It takes every inch of willpower on Dew’s part to scramble to a sitting position, throwing his hands out in alarm. Rain turns and focuses his chocolate-coloured irises on the fire ghoul who’s still shaking from his last orgasm.

“Absolutely the fuck not, Rain. If you start sucking on that thing like a popsicle, I swear to Satan I will get up and leave,” Dew threatens, but it’s weak and his voice cracks halfway through. While, realistically, the thought of Rain sticking Dew’s used tampon in his mouth is off-putting and mildly disgusting, some part of him finds it insanely hot- and that’s not something he’s willing to address at this particular moment in time.

Rain pauses, cocks his head to the side and Dew fears for a second that he might just call his bluff. They stare at each other in silence before Rain shrugs, tossing the tampon over his shoulder where it lands perfectly in the trash can beside his desk.

“Whatever you say,” Rain concedes, and why does some tiny part of Dew wish Rain would push him harder on the subject? To try and get him to crack on his already paper thin resolve regarding this issue? He doesn’t have time to ponder that train of thought as Rain rises to his full height, towering over where Dew is still sitting on the bed, hands frozen from when he initially asked him to stop.

“But let’s get one thing straight.” Dew’s head snaps up, freezing as Rain’s claws trail along his cheek, down to his neck, where he wraps his fingers around in a firm grip, pinning Dew in place with not only his hand, but his eyes as well. Dew swallows against the constriction, enjoying the way he struggles to move the saliva down his throat.

“Your crimson carnation is mine. I, alone, harvest and reap the benefits. Don’t disrespect me by using those glorified sponges.”

“Oh fuck off, who actually says shit like that?” Dew scoffs, but his words are choked off by Rain tightening the grip around his throat.

“You wanna put that dirty mouth of yours to use?”

Dew wants to bite back, spit some more filth towards the water ghoul, but he’s salivating at the thought of getting his lips around Rain’s cock. So he swallows his pride and nods, never breaking eye contact while looking up from under his lashes.

“Well, that’s too bad.”

Rain shoves him backwards onto the bed, diving tongue first into his cunt. Dew fumbles for a second, hands gripping the sheet as he gets thoroughly licked apart.

Rain fucking growls into his pussy, eating like a man starved.

“What the fuck?” Dew breathes out to the ceiling, looking for an answer from some higher power.

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