Temptation
Remmick x fem!reader, one shot, remmick is a munch!, yearny remmick, SLIGHT sinners spoilers
A sigh falls from her lips, and her hands grip the handle door. Just one more night, then it will be over. Right? Just one more night of Remmick's sweet charm, his begging, one more night of him making her bite her lip and clutch her nightgown. She prayed to the lord above that you would never further gravitate toward him, yet somehow she finds herself each night cursing at herself for letting him get closer, spending hours talking to him, the only thing keeping you apart is a flimsy screen door and welcoming him inside. She opens the door, finding him in the same position he has been, his hands shoved into his pockets as if he were hiding the blood that coated them. His hair is tousled, the sleeves of his white button-up rolled to his elbows, the collar of his shirt undone. He was a bad man, a terrible man who had done horrible things, but dear God, was he gorgeous. His head lifts as he was previously staring at his shoes. That wicked grin spreads across his face. “Hey there, sweet thing.” He steps closer.
She swallows, “Hello, Remmick.” Her palms grow sweaty, and her arousal almost spills down her thighs. He inhales deeply.
“Mmm, that scent. You know what I want to do to you, right, sweetheart?” He furrows his brows and tilts his head. “You’re just too pretty for your own good.” He takes a step closer, “You gon let a poor, cold man inside? I promise I won’t bite.” Remmick runs his tongue over his teeth. She rests her head against the door frame. Remmick never breaks her eye contact unless she does first. Which she does a lot. He titters, “or you could–come out here, we could keep each other warm. How does that sound, sweetheart? That sound good?” He smirks, his voice is so calm it’s scary. You grit your teeth in frustration. You want so badly to open that door and join him.
“I hardly even know who you are, let alone what you’ll do to me.” She says, her fingers fidgeting once again.
Remmick pouts and looks down, a sad look in his eyes, which she couldn't decide whether the look was out of pure disappointment or some kind of manipulative tactic. "I promise you, sweetheart, I-I ain't trying to mean any harm to you or your family." His hand was brought to his chest. His tone is sincere, his breath kissing your neck.
“I ain’t livin’ with my family, Remmick. Not anymore.”
“Then why won’t you let me in, sweetheart? I promise to be gentle.”
Oh god, his sweet talk, his pretty blue eyes, the way his shirt fits him, the stubble on his cheeks, his smile lines. It’s too much. How could she leave this man out in the blistering cold? Why not bring him inside where it’s warm and flavoursome soup was cooking on the stove just waiting to be eaten? She was cruel for not inviting him in the past three nights. She scratched at her thighs, her eyebrows knitting together. “Come in..”
There it is, that’s what does it. Those are the words that make his pinkening ears perk up and his first step into the room. He instantly seems to wrap his cold hands around her neck, kissing and licking. Her neck is a warm contrast to his cold lips. “Mmm,” he groans. She whimpers, her hands awkwardly to her sides as she has absolutely no clue what to do with them, so he does it for her. Lifting her hands onto his shoulders as he continues to sloppily mark her neck, she massages the tight skin. “R-Remmick…” She squeezes her eyes shut. The only thing on her mind was that she should’ve let him in much sooner, when he was playing his cute little songs for her and pleading for warmth. How on earth could she treat him like this? So, inhumane. He claws at her back, she feels a warm string of drool down her neck. She shivers. He pushes her inside and closes the door behind them, he’s not leaving until he’s finished with her. He delicately lifts her nightdress, tugging at the material. He licks away the slime-like drool from the corner of his mouth. Remmick inhales her sweet scent, kissing her down her body until he finds himself on his knees, kissing her knees and his hands on her outer thighs. He looks up at her, just searching for a simple nod, absolutely anything that tells him he can continue. Her breathing laboured, and she bit her lip. “Y-yes..” He chuckles and plants gentle kisses on her inner thighs, her nightdress resting on the bridge of his nose as he looks up at her. He tightens his grip on her thighs, massaging them and gently kneading them. He snarls and licks a long stripe up her slit, no panties on.
His eyes almost rolled back out of pure, animalistic need. She lets out a restrained moan, her hand buried in his brunette hair; his hair is slightly sweaty, but she has no regard for it. His tongue is magical, lapping up her dripping juices and circling over her swollen clit. She begins to feel a sharp sensation on her leg, along with something warm and thick running down her outer thigh. The pain is sharp, and it stings, but she decides to ignore it. Her hips stutter, and she accidentally grips his hair too tightly. He only doubles down on his efforts, slobbering all over her and thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole. The sound of her whimper and moans is the only thing that he hears for a while, her knees buckling. “Mmm! Remmick!” She grinds against his face, her clit bumping his nose. He looks up at her through his eyebrows smirking against her cunt. Finally, she twitches into her orgasm, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and her hand tightly grasped in his hair. He lifts his head and wipes his chin on the back of his white sleeve, crawling up her body just to kiss her soft lips.
“You okay, Darlin’?” He drawls, nipping at her earlobe.
