Yandere angelico and Yandere Raphael with Human Reader their fatherās (Angelico and Raphael) walk in the room while they doing the nasty and they was naked in the sheets(separated, please and I hope you get better and well a.k.a. this story request happened to a friend of mine)
Hello hello, so there's nothing too graphic here because as i have said before i am still not fully confortabile with nsfw, but i kept Your idea and i hope i did it justice! And sorry for the wait!
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The sheets were tangled. The scent of warmth and blood still lingered in the air. Raphael was resting atop you, his hair messy, sticking to his forehead, his chest rising and falling against yours. There was a flush on his cheeks he would deny to anyone elseābut not you. Never you.
āYou belong to me,ā he whispered. His lips pressed to your neck again, possessive. Almost reverent. āSay it.ā
āI belong to you,ā you whispered back, breathless, your fingers curled in his hair.
The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the fireplace. Your limbs were sore in the best way possible, your heart beating so fast you thought it might fly awayāand his arms only tightened.
āIāll never let them take you,ā Raphael murmured, his voice husky, borderline dangerous. āNo matter who comes. No matter what they say.ā
You were just about to answerāwhen the door creaked open.
Both your heads snapped toward it.
Standing in the doorway, backlit by the hallway's cool light, was Dali Delico.
āWell, well,ā he said. āI thought I smelled burned silk and desperation. Seems my son finally made good on all that brooding.ā
āFather,ā he said, voice strangled.
You scrambled for the sheets, nearly tripping over your own legs. Dali didnāt avert his gazeāin fact, his smirk widened.
āI was just going to drop off some wine,ā Dali said, lifting a bottle. āBut clearly, the boy had a different vintage in mind.ā
Raphael groaned. āGet. Out.ā
āFine, fine.ā Dali chuckled as he turned. āBut do remember, my dear spiderlingāDelico men are intense lovers. And worse at locking doors.ā
You could feel Raphaelās body tremblingārage or embarrassment, you werenāt sure. But when he looked at you again, his eyes were glowing red.
āYouāre never leaving this bed again,ā he hissed.
The silence after your cries had faded was thick with tension.
Angelicoās hand was still trailing down your thigh, lips brushing lazily against your collarbone. His shirt was somewhere across the room, and the crimson sheets were wrapped tightly around your entwined bodies. He looked at you like a starving man who had finally claimed his feast.
āYouāll never leave me,ā he said softly, voice trembling with dark emotion. āNot after this. Not after Iāve finally made you mine.ā
His eyes were wild with obsession, but in this moment, he was gentleājust for you. His fingers traced the curve of your shoulder. āYouāre mine, my human. Mine to keep. Mine to break, if I must. But Iāll never let you go.ā
You didnāt get to answer.
Because the door burst open.
And Gerhard Fraāhis fatherāwas standing there.
His horror visible to a blind man.
For a long, agonizing second, no one spoke.
Then Gerhard raised both hands like he was surrendering. āIāI had no ideaāthis wasnātāAngelico!ā
Angelico threw a pillow at the door with inhuman speed. āGET OUT!ā
You squeaked under the blanket, cheeks flushed beyond saving.
āI was coming to remind you about the clan etiquette review, but clearly youāre studying anatomy instead!ā Gerhard turned and practically fled, tripping over his own coat.
Angelicoās head dropped into your neck.
āOh my god,ā you whispered.
āNo,ā he growled. āNo gods. Just me. Just mine.ā
He pulled you tighter into his chest, trembling with fury and shame.
āIām burning down every door in this damn building.ā