You've always enjoyed Flowery's fruit juice. Like clockwork, he always repeats his silly line about 'feeding on his flesh' and, predictable on your part, you laugh. It makes him smile a little wider.
But then, one day, you ask: "It's⦠Not actually your flesh, is it?"
Flowery, swirling the cup in his hand so that the liquid sloshes around in circular motions.
"What? Oh. Yep, it definitely is."
Flowery lets out a short laugh. "You really think anyone without maximum statistics would taste so sweet?"
He tilts his head to the side, his gaze drifting lower to your lips, then back up to your eyes. It's intentional and slow enough that he clearly wants you to notice. At once, heat rises to your face.
"I get it. You wanna have some straight from the source, huh? Don't be shy, Princess."
Your mouth quite literally falls open as he flips his hair with one hand, the other undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. It exposes more of his golden skin. All at once, your throat feels awfully parched.
"β¦Are we really doing this?"
Flowery shrugs with an air of nonchalance, tugging a little on the fabric. "Don't you want to?"
It speaks to how stupidly attracted you are to him that you cave in the span of seconds. You can't look at his face as you move in closer towards him, knowing the smug expression that he must be wearing. It'd be too humiliating to look at!! In the end, it doesn't really matter, because you can hear it in his voice anyway.
"Knew you wouldn't be able to resist."
You grumble something incoherent in response, which only makes him laugh.
When you bite down on his collarbone, it's with far too much pressure, and his laugh jitters to a stop. Flowery looks human enough that, at times, it can slip your mind that he's anything but. Your teeth sink through his flesh with frightening ease as his chest rises with his sudden inhale. Something brushes against your cheek. In the corner of your eye, you can just barely see the stem of another flower.
The 'skin' is soft, practically velvety, against your chin and lips as you hold it in between your teeth. You release your grip and begin to move away, only for Flowery's hand to rest on the back of your head. Not forcing you against his chest, but stopping you from moving away.
"Heh, you're not backing out now, are you? Go on, you won't get a taste like this." He nudges you a little closer to his chest. "You're just tickling my petals a little, that's all."
Your face is practically on fire. Admittedly, you kind of really want to do this, and you feel that backing out now is just going to make everything worse⦠He's going to bring it up for the rest of your life. You can just feel it!!
You swallow. You bite down a little harder. The layer underneath the firstβhis petalsβis harder to get through. Sinewy, almost, and it's warm. A little more force and it splits open into your mouth, bursting a spray of sweetness onto your tongue. You moan at the flavour before you have the chance to suppress it and Flowery's hand moves a little higher, threading through your hair. He doesn't tug. Instead, his fingers scratch lightly at your scalp. He's gone uncharacteristically quiet, just puffing out a breath when you release your grip, only to bite down a little harder.
He tastes so good that you can't really describe it. That you can't help yourself. Sweet, golden nectar dribbles down your chin and soaks the front of your clothes. Your hands and feet are starting to tingle, your tongue feels heavy and warm in your mouth. You swallow another cloying mouthful and you knees buckle underneath you.
Flowery catches your weight with ease, petals floating up underneath your arms and legs to support you further.
"Woah, that'sβ That seems to be enough, buttercup."
Droplets continue to fall from your mouth as he pulls you away. There's practically a hole on his collarbone where you'd latched on to, teethmarks marring his skin. Golden flowers are already patching up the evidence and Flowery doesn't look pained. His brow is furrowed, his eyes opened ever so slightly to reveal his golden irises.
"S'yummyβ¦" you manage to slur as you stare up at him, head lolling to the side. "Thanksβ¦"
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anon you've just awoken something in me that i'd never ever considered before oh my GODDDD ππππππ i'm dying!!!! this is fucking brilliant!!! and so delightfully WEIRD, have you invented a new kink?? ππ
omg you've written that pretty-faced freak so well i just want to reach through the screen and throttle him π€π i don't even know what to say. thank you?? for blessing my inbox with this glorious fic?? i hope Flowery Juice becomes the hot new Deltarune fandom trend, like Tenna wireplay or literally anything we did to Spamton π€£π€£
