iāve done the math, thereās no solutionĀ (mouthplay oc short drabble)
A/N: Never properly introduced these OCs, but Iāve had them for a few years. I think theyāre like my only OCs thatĀ actually get together and stay together lol. Enjoy this super short thingy.
Lucieās legs dangled in the air, swinging above the open maw below. Fingers grasped the collar of her shirt, wavering slightly as they began to lower her. She cringed as Samsonās tongue flexed, a pool of saliva gathering towards the center.Ā
āIf you bite me, I will kill you.ā She growled, her feet hovering above the squishy surface. Carefully, he placed her atop of tongue, and she laid down.Ā
A affirmative hum rumbled around her and Lucie relaxed a bit. It wasnāt the first time theyād done this, but it was the first time they were doing it willingly. Still, Lucie tensed as he slowly pushed her towards his throat. Things are different this time, she reminded herself. Things are different. But when she foolishly looked up, memories from before rushed back, overwhelming her.Ā
āI-Iām not ready!ā Lucie squirmed, scrambling away from his awaiting throat and back towards the front of his mouth. A confused noise erupted behind her, but her world shifted forward, and she found herself deposited back onto his hand.Ā
Lucie shivered a bit, her cheeks flushed slightly as she was sopping wet. Samsonās face held no judgement; his brows furrowed as he moved his hand closer to his face, carefully concealing his fangs.Ā
āAre you okay, my love?ā
Lucieās heart thrummed in her chest, every bit of self-preservation screamed at her to run away from this giant being, as far as possible. Yet she took a deep breath, reminding herself that it was just Samson. No matter how dangerous he could be, no matter how strong, it was never directed at her.Ā
She looked back up at him and finally gave him a small nod.
The waited for a few beats, the air thick with unspoken words.Ā
Lucieās eyes darted around, trying to find solace in the vast expanse of Samsonās hand. The weight of the moment settled on her shoulders, and her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Was she truly okay? Could she trust herself to go through with this?Ā
As if sensing her internal struggle, Samsonās gaze softened, his eyes a blend of understanding and concern. His voice, deep and soothing, cut through the tension in the air.Ā āTake all the time you need. I wonāt rush you.ā
Lucieās chest tightened and she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the trust sheād built with Samson over time.Ā
āLetās try again,ā she said, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability.Ā