was totally gonna save this for kinktober but fuck it, i’m too impatient. enjoyyyy~
MINORS DNI
ao3
tw: masturbation, accidental voyeurism, oral sex (reader receiving), frottage
your name (your heart, too) (casper/grim x gn!reader, a date with death)
He wanted to see you.
It was ridiculous, and he damn well knew it, but that didn’t stop Casper from casting his gaze towards his laptop screen again, fingers drumming on his raised knee as he glanced at your username. He made a face as the online icon nestled beside it remained just as frustratingly dark as it had been the last four times he’d checked, and rolled his eyes at his own juvenile behavior. Nine Hells, what was he doing?
You were probably busy; just as he should be, Casper reminded himself with a grimace, casting a glance at his scythe propped up against the wall. There were plenty of souls in need of reaping, after all. He should be out there, doing his job, not huddled at his desk awaiting your call.
Yet his mind was so far removed from any thoughts of work; pinpointed, as it had increasingly become of late, on you: on your ridiculous jokes, on the obscure, nonsensical nicknames you kept bestowing upon him, on your radiance. Gods, he could think of little else these days.
Blowing out a breath, the reaper ran a gloved hand through his lengthy fringe and frowned at his own restlessness. He had just spoken to you the day before, mere hours ago - nothing but a blip of time to a creature such as he, and yet he was practically insensate with impatience, his limbs jittery and a gnawing ache in his gut that he knew could only be satiated by a glimpse of your face.
Well, he thought with a guilty shiver, sinking down into his chair and feathering his fingers along his waistband, perhaps that wasn’t the only thing…
Glancing balefully down at his lap, Casper sighed. He had refused to touch himself to the thought of you since the urge had first presented itself to him just days into your correspondence. It was untoward, inappropriate. Unprofessional. You were a job, he had continually reminded himself, and thus off limits. It would be wrong of him to indulge in such a vice.
And yet.
And yet he could not strike the events of the night before from his mind: the expression on your face as he had presented himself outside your window, the slow widening of your eyes as he had revealed the bouquet he had picked for you and the smile that had bloomed upon your lips as you gathered the flowers against your chest.
Would you wear the same expression, he wondered, eyes hazy with growing want, when he slipped inside you? The same slow, creeping shock, the same flustered glee?
“Shit,” Casper sighed, using his teeth to tug one of his gloves free and slipping his bared hand down the length of his torso. Now that the thought had taken root in his mind he could focus on little else, a slave to his baser urges, and for once, just once, he allowed himself to indulge.
It took a moment of fiddling with belts and zippers - he could already imagine you pouting at the inconvenience, and withheld a laugh - but soon enough he was palming at his cock, feeding the length of it through the gap in his zipper and hissing gently as his fingertips caught against the glistening head. Hells, he was already dripping.
“Sunshine,” Casper sighed quietly, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he lost himself to the blissful drag of hot, hard flesh through the tight ring of his fingers. Would you touch him like this? Firmly, warmly?
No, he thought with a hot gasp, arching into his grip. No, you would tease him first, drawing your fingertips up the length of his shaft and thumbing gently at the tip of his dick until he was all but begging for more.
You would enjoy that, Casper thought with a trembling moan. His pleading. His desperation. His tears, once your endless teasing had wrung them out of him. You would drive him to the brink of madness before deigning to grant him even a hint of respite. Gods, he could see it now. Feel it. The hot drag of your gaze along his straining cock, the breathy laugh you’d exhale as he twitched against your fingers. The flick of your tongue along your lip as you drank in the proof of his need for you.
“Fuck,” he grunted, free hand slapping against his keyboard as he chased his approaching orgasm. He knew it wouldn’t take long, not with these thoughts of you driving him closer and closer to the edge: thoughts of your smile, your laugh, the warmth of your touch - because surely you would be warm, radiant, just like your aura. Thoughts of your body splayed before him, parting for him, urging him closer and begging him to come inside -
Casper gasped your name as he came, hips rutting shallowly into the ring of his fist and cock spurting pearly ropes of cum over the ridges of his knuckles until he was shivering with oversensitivity, breaths sticking wetly in his throat and ears ringing -
“… Grim?”
Casper froze, eyes popping open to stare rigidly at his ceiling while his mind hurried to reassure him that he hadn’t just heard your voice calling out to him, of course he hadn’t, there was no possible way -
“Casper?”
Shit. Slowly, as though courting disaster if he moved any faster than a snail’s pace, Casper lowered his head, hardly daring to blink as his gaze settled on his laptop and your familiar visage filling the screen. Your eyes were wide, round moons in the center of your face, your mouth comically agape, and yet as his eyes met yours, laughing was the last thing on Casper’s mind.
“Sunshine,” he breathed.
“Oh my god.” It was nearly a whimper on your tongue, your hands coming up to hide your face from his gaze. “Casper. Oh my god.”
Shame flushed through him, his fingers releasing his cock as though burned. Gods, how could he have been so careless?
“Sunshine, I am so - ”
“You said my name.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, muffled by the palms of your hands.
Casper’s heart leapt into his throat. He couldn’t place the tone of your voice, muddled as it was through the gaps in your fingers. Were you angry? Displeased? Disgusted? “I - ” His voice faltered as he floundered for some excuse; what could he possibly say to explain his way out of this? “I was just - ”
“You were doing that,” you clarified, eyes shooting down to the bottom of the screen, beyond which you both knew his cock lay, spent and softening against his thigh. “And saying my name.”
Casper nearly sighed. Idiot, he thought fondly. “Who else’s name would I call? My own? Even I’m not that full of myself, Sunshine.”
“Oh my god,” you breathed - you really seemed incapable of saying anything else. “I can’t believe you called me during - ”
“That was completely unplanned,” Casper interjected hurriedly, his cheeks burning. “Believe me, Sunshine, I am as mortified as you right now.”
You mumbled something, something too low for your mic, and therefore the reaper, to pick up.
“What was that?” he asked, leaning closer to the screen to hear you better.
“I said - ” you mumbled, only half a decibel louder. “I’m not mortified.”
Casper’s ivory brows shot up towards his hairline. “You’re not?” He certainly was, after glimpsing that shell-shocked look on your face. “Then why do you look so… ?” He gestured vaguely toward your face with his gloved hand, keeping the other - still wet with his own fluids, how unseemly - tucked out of your sight.
“You’d look a little flustered too if you had just caught me doing… doing… ” You trailed off with a whimper, seemingly unable to finish the thought. “Fuck, Casper.”
His name in that breathy tone of voice sent a shiver through the reaper’s frame. “Sunshine,” he murmured, “You sound… ”
“I know how I sound,” you interrupted him, throat bobbing on a harsh swallow. “Wouldn’t you be?”
An image of yourself coming apart by your own hand flashed before his eyes and Casper clenched his teeth to restrain the moan rising in his throat.
“What can I do?” he rasped, wetting his lips as he drank in the sight of your flustered expression. The urge to reach out and touch your face, to feel the warmth he knew must be boiling beneath your skin, was so powerful it nearly undid him. “What do you need?”
Lifting your head from your palms, you met his gaze and whimpered quietly at what you found there. “Can you come over?” you murmured, lips wet and eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Please.”
Casper’s throat ran dry. Why you wished for his presence was no mystery, your need written clearly across your face, and his stomach burned with the desire to flee to your side, to touch you as he’d been aching to - dreaming of - for longer than he cared to admit.
To give you what you needed.
Lips firming, the reaper met your gaze. “I’m on my way.”
*
Your curtains were thrown open when he arrived, the room beyond bathed in the soft yellow light cast from your bedside lamp.
Casper lingered beyond the window, hesitant to encroach upon you just yet; you had not yet noticed his approach, and he marveled at the state of you as you paced back and forth in front of your desk, arms crossed over your chest and gaze distant, hazy.
You were holding yourself so stiffly, he noticed, pausing every few moments to shift restlessly in place before resuming your harried trek across your bedroom floor. Had what he done - what you’d witnessed - truly affected you so much?
“Sunshine,” he murmured, his pulse leaping as you jumped and jerked your gaze to the window.
“Casper.” His name was little more than a sigh on your tongue, your fingers trembling as you lifted the latch and raised the windowpane to usher him in. “You’re here.”
“Of course.” The atmosphere seemed to buzz as he slipped into your room, crimson eyes drinking in every detail of your face and form: the wobbling slant of your smile; the damp fullness of your lips, as though you’d been worrying at them with your teeth; the way you couldn’t seem to stand still, fingers curling fitfully at your sides and thighs pressing together, as though desperate to ease the ache building between them. Casper sucked in a breath and ventured, awed, “Sunshine, are you - ?”
“Really turned on right now?” you interrupted, wide eyes flickering from his fingers to his face before you nodded, voice thick. “Yep. Yeah. Yes.”
Casper’s fingers - still gloveless, he only now noticed; he’d left the Underworld so quickly he’d barely had time to do anything but clean himself up and button his trousers - clenched into a fist at his side. The thought that you were feeling like he had, aching as he had, just from seeing him in that state, filled his belly with a slow, creeping heat.
“I want to feel it.” His cheeks flushed at his own daring, and yet there was no denying the want buzzing beneath his skin, the need. The thought of you wet and aching for him was almost too much to bear.
“Grim,” you breathed with a pained expression. “You can’t just say things like that. Not that I don’t want you to, it’s just - ” You quickly shook yourself, swallowing hard before pleading, “Fuck. Yes, please.”
Casper needed no further prompting, pushing forward and drawing you into his arms for a bruising kiss. You parted so easily for him, tongue wet and wanting against his own, and his bared fingers shook as he gripped at the soft swell of your cheek and nudged you gently toward your bed, following you down onto the mattress without breaking your connection and ignoring the minor flash of pain as your teeth clacked together.
You groaned against his lips as his hand traveled from your cheek to your waistband, nodding fervently whenever he hesitated and craning your neck to watch as his fingers worked your zipper open and slipped inside.
You both moaned at the first graze of his fingertips along your sex, the warmth and wetness enough to coax Casper’s cock into turgid fullness once more. The strength of his need was dizzying, the proof of yours even more so, and as his fingers reverently explored your most intimate flesh, the reaper found his mouth watering, suddenly desperate for a taste of your heat.
“Need to taste you,” he found himself murmuring, lips fluttering along your throat and thrilling at the taste of your pulse. “Feel you against my tongue. Please, Sunshine?”
You moaned at his pleas, sex twitching greedily against his fingers and hands fumbling between your bodies for your waistband. It took a combination of your efforts, the both of you clumsy with desire, but eventually you were divested of all but your shirt, the whole of your sex bared to his hungry gaze.
At the sight of your flesh, slick and swollen with arousal, Casper was lost.
“Nine Hells,” he cursed lowly, wrapping his bare fingers around your thigh and squeezing gently at your flesh. “You’re exquisite, Sunshine.”
You turned your face away at the praise, mouth parted on heaving breaths and fingers curling tightly within your bed sheets. “Casper… ”
Heat sizzled down the reaper’s spine at the gritty-want sound of his name in your mouth.
“Say it again,” he breathed against the curve of your knee, dragging his cheek along your warm skin.
Your eyelids fluttered. “H-huh?” you murmured, and Casper suppressed a laugh. It was a novel experience, catching you so off guard.
“My name,” he rasped, lips catching against your inner thigh. He could smell you there - the warm musk of your arousal already strong enough to coax saliva into the back of his throat, your sex gleaming wetly in the lamplight. Gods, you were perfect.
Your eyes grew liquid, welling with desire. “Casper,” you whimpered, one hand reaching down to tangle in the fall of his hair.
The sound of his name spoken so needfully from your lips sent a jolt straight to his cock. “Oh,” he moaned softly, lips dragging along your thigh, creeping closer and closer to where the glorious scent of your need grew strongest.
“Casper,” you mewled, fingers drawing taut within his hair, and the reaper could restrain himself no longer, hands gripping at your thighs as he lowered his head between your legs and licked a stripe up the length of your sex.
Your reaction was instantaneous, spine arching off your bed and a strangled curse spilling from your lips.
“Oh my god,” you mumbled dizzily, words wreathed in panting breaths as his tongue continued to undulate against you, switching between teasing licks and long, lavish strokes along hot flesh until your thighs were tense and shivering beneath his grip.
Casper hummed in response, the vibration drawing a gasp from your throat. The taste of you was divine, a sweet, earthy musk that set his body alight and his soul on fire, but that was nothing compared to the sounds that you made: guttural gasps and needy whines that made his cock throb within the confines of his trousers, until his hips were rolling against your rumpled sheets of their own volition, desperate to ease the ache building in his groin.
He needed more - more of that exquisite taste, more of those delectable sounds, and with a hungry growl the reaper fell upon you in ravenous fervor, gathering up swaths of your slick beneath his tongue and laving at your sex with wild, reckless abandon until you were all but shouting his name, one hand gripping tightly at the bed sheets and the other tangled in his ivory hair, each tug at the strands sending pleasurable tingles down the length of his spine.
“Ca - ahh - asper!” you sobbed his name like a prayer, body writhing beneath his ministrations, and with an answering moan the reaper fitted his mouth to where he knew you’d be most sensitive and sucked, hard, tongue flicking madly against flushed, swollen flesh until you could withstand the torment no longer.
You came with a shout, hips twitching wildly as your orgasm shuddered through you. Casper clenched your heaving thighs with nerveless fingers and moaned brokenly at the gush of fluid on his tongue, laving at your throbbing sex until you were whimpering with oversensitivity and begging him for mercy.
Even as he released you from the torment of his lips and tongue, the reaper could scarcely force himself to retreat from your heat, his cheek smushed into the plushness of your thigh as you both struggled to catch your breath and his pulse hitching with each shuddering roll of his hips against your rumpled bed sheets.
He would need so little to coax himself over the edge, Casper knew, his fingers - still slick and shining with your fluids - reaching down to free himself from his trousers for the second time that night. He hissed at the first brush of his fingertips along his cock, his flesh slick and swollen with need, but he had only just managed to wrap his palm around the base when you were tugging at his shoulders and urging him to rise, a new edge of desperation to your voice that Casper found himself impossible to ignore.
“Come here,” you pleaded, drawing him into an embrace and wrapping an arm low around his hips in order to coax him into a languid grind against your splayed, spent body.
The drag of his cockhead along your hot, damp sex tore a sob from the reaper’s throat, his hands clenching tightly around your hips and his head dropping to bury his nose against the warmth of your throat.
“Sun… Sunshine,” he huffed against sweat-damp flesh, the thrusting of his hips already losing rhythm as he chased his release. “Ah, g-gods, you feel so… so good - ”
You moaned his name, lips slack against his brow and fingers knotted in his ivory hair. “You too.” Your voice hitched on a sigh as he rutted against you, head tilting back and hips rolling in time with his. “So fucking good, Casper.”
Your blissful exhalation of his name, coupled with the muted hum of your throat against his lips as you spoke it, immediately tipped the reaper over the edge, hips hitching against yours and strangled whimpers muffled against your skin as he came.
“Gods,” he shuddered, unable to quell a final surging of his hips and panting at the sensation of his release slicking your skin. He had made an utter mess of you both, he realized, cheeks burning at the muted squelch of fluids disturbed by all of his shifting, and upon feeling the heat against your throat, you laughed.
“You’re so cute,” you exhaled, your voice sated and sleepy.
Casper huffed against your throat, even as his chest warmed at the familiar praise. “So you keep telling me.”
“Because it keeps being true,” you counter, lips fluttering over his brow before you nudge at his hip with your knee. “Let’s go clean up, hmm?”
Casper groaned pitifully, allowing the full force of his weight to tether you to the bed. Mess or no, the reaper had no desire to leave the circle of your arms anytime soon. “I think not,” he breathed sullenly against your throat, startling a laugh from your lips.
“Cmon,” you coaxed sweetly, fingers raking gently through ivory strands and lips twitching against his brow as he groaned happily beneath the attention. “I’ll even wash your hair for you.”
Casper’s eyes blinked open, body perking against yours. He couldn’t deny the promise of it made him melt. “Lead the way, Sunshine,” he murmured magnanimously, and you snorted, knees wobbling a little as he helped you to your feet
“I had a feeling that would work,” you teased him, but Casper merely tugged you along, already envisioning the silken slide of your fingers through his wet hair.
