Morning glory
Noi x reader oneshot
Mature content warning: Implied sexually explicit acts.Â
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âNoi, how do I go to work like this?â
You examine your reflection helplessly in the mirror. There are large purplish blossoms clustered from your throat to the collar bones, festooned with imprints of light bite marks. Even more, adorn your hips and the inside of your thighs. Itâs as if you have grown morning glories all over.
âWear a scarf,â she mumbled, voice thick with sleep. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up. Her luxurious silvery strands cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall. The covers over her bare body slide off her shoulders, which she pays no mind to adjust.
âItâs ridiculous to wear a scarf all day inside,â you crane your neck, twisting your body. The re-shuffling has caused the floorboards to feel freezing again beneath your feet. Oh god, thereâs hickeys on your back too. Last night was a fever dream of heat and tangled bodies, with just small snippets collected and stored in your brain. Only the blue dusk indelibly remembers the rest.
Thereâs a creak, and the sound of fabric fluttering across the bed.
A pair of staid, muscular arms soon wrap around your torso. Her supple breasts graze your back, nipples hard like a little pebble from the morning chill. She tilts your chin away from the mirror, her long lashes dipping as she looks down at you, casting a soft shadow across her ivory visage. Her plump, rosy lips curve as she speaks. âYou talk too much in the morning.â
âUnlike your work clothes, which can hide it, mine-â
Her lips move lazily against you, tongue sliding in and twisting around yours like a tendril to silence your fretting.
You rest your hands weakly against her forearm. A familiar heat pools to your core, youâd think she devoured completely last night. Being touched by her always feels akin to moving through a soft, gauzy mist, leaving one rather lost and dazed in the midst of it all. Perhaps this was why the ancients so deeply feared human lust and created tales villainising the succubus. Beautiful and tempting, luring one into their hold and taking everything away. Lustful creatures, you all are, unable to resist.
Mouths moving apart, and she leans in to give you one more small peck on your bottom lip.
âHeal it,â you whisper, a little desperate, peering into those unforgiving deep reds that still gleam even in the dimest of morning light spilling through the room. Your fingers slide across her arm and back, in a pleading manner.
âDonât wanna,â she whispers in return, voice low. Scarlet pupils framed by the milky whites of her eyes regard you like an incarnadine mirror, showing your reflection, both a tease and a taunt.
You lean in to kiss her this time, a good, sweet kiss to please her. Thereâs no point throwing tempers at the person youâre in the desperate mercy of. âThen just the top?â
Noi thought for a moment.
You give her another two kisses, one on each cheek, to seal the deal.
âJust the ones that show from the collar,â she agreed finally.
You squeeze her hands as they loosen around your body. âPut something on, donât catch a chill.â
She runs her fingers through her hair, rifling through the mess of duvets and fabrics pooling on the floor. âGosh, that little thing is so small.â
Still scouring for her sleepwear, which was tossed in a random corner of the room with a careless abandon last night, she throws your oversized shirt over to you.
You catch it with one hand and slide into it. The scent of fresh detergent lingering on your nose. âThanks.â
Eventually, she finds it. The dainty little thing you bought for her months ago out of a whim, just because you thought it suited her, and it does.
You've never quite confessed the whole truth behind it. In reality, it came from many weeks of troubled sleep and thus, intense hypnagogic dreams. You'd always think it's a ceaseless stream of frenzied, unpleasant experiences which haunt you every time you shut your eyes. Until in one of them, you saw her from a distance in a prairie, wearing a long, white dress. How lovely it was, billowing in languid folds, so tranquil, lacking the usual rowdiness of your lucid slumber. She was the safe repose after a storm. The scene mollified you and became something you've yearned to see again.
She shrugs it on. The ghostly pale nightdress immediately rolled down to her ankles like a river of cool silk. Undulating ruffles, plush and airy in two rows sewn around the chest. A girlish, semi-scallop-shaped lace with intertwining floral stitching at the bottom hem. She flicks her wrist, and her hair flips to the back.
Something is alluring about Noi's dichotomy. Her smile and ebullient personality of the vivid sun, and her almost celestial-like serenity when left alone in the briefest moments of quietude. You always say it, so many times you feel your tongue will fall off, but your mind wonât tire. Sheâs a siren, fairy or angel; devil, sucubus or belladonna, youâd fall happily into any trap she set, any time she beckons.Â
âHm?â She looks at you. âSomething on my face?â
You avert your eyes when you realise youâre staring like a gaping goldfish. âI-Iâm going to wash up.â
Turning the door handle, you quickly make yourself scarce from the bedroom in a blink. You rush to the bathroom, pink and squirming, like a little schoolgirl thinking about her crush. The little voice in your head, praying, she paid no mind to the florid complexion painted onto your cheeks.
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Her lips move over your throat with a small wet smack.
You swallow, quivering. The wall behind you is cold and hard on your back, while her touch is burning and ticklish. Your hands rest lightly against her arms, which are currently tilting your head up, giving access to your bare neck. âN-Noi⌠I thought you said youâre going to heal me.â
She gently nibbles on the side of your neck, teeth grazing your skin. Her soft mouth then latches on, sucking your tender skin, raw, long before this exchange happened. âHehe, might as well make a few more before itâs all gone.â
âBully,â you whisper.
She responds by giving you a sharp bite where she left another rosy flower pattern behind. A cheerful, muted hum escapes her lips, as if satisfied with the garden mosaic she created.
You feel her suck in a breath, and a warm stream of air breezes your skin. The trembling smoke particles dance around you, flickering and static, before fading into nothingness. The only sensation left is a faint wetness on your neck and collarbones from her kisses.
âAll done,â she murmurs.
ââŚStay safe at work,â you cup her cheek lovingly. "See you tonight."
âYou donât have work tomorrow,â she says casually. Her fingers wrap around your wrist, giving you a final kiss on your palm. Noi traces a finger down your neck, then horizontally across your collarbone, a subtle grin on her lips.
Your stomach did a wild somersault in lieu of a reply.
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Afterparty:
No tags due to the explicit nature of the fic.
I tend to oscillate between the two girls; you can tell who has been on my mind a little more based on who has more fanfiction released one after another, in a certain period of time.
Anyways, I like how Noi has a gothic beauty to her in the manga.
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