(⚠︎) "my beautiful monster...

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Y/n let out a sigh as he fixed the robe. The robe was long and beautiful, a gift from Fitzgerald. He had insisted on buying Y/n something, and almost immediately. Y/n played humble, but he was ultimately glad that the one day delay became a three days. Now, he can only hope that the ADA would catch on quickly.

Y/n held a candle as he looked outside. His room was magnificent, beautiful and golden. Large French windows to look out to the clouds and sky, while looking down at Japan below him. The night was cloudy, not a star or even the moon was out, pure darkness. Y/n couldn't help but finally relax now that the sun nor the moon's light was shining on him.

Relaxation was something that Y/n came hard to come by. His ability is in a constant state to keep him alive but at the same time take over his mind, therefore he needed to always be alert, to always stay focus. Thus, his tiredness. Everyday when he wakes up he wants to go back to bed, everyday he wants to sleep forever and keep his ability at bay.

But sometimes, there are times where he just wants his ability to take over.

Like right now.

Before Y/n was someone he never thought he would see again, and yet, here he was. The same man who is just as inhuman as he was. The same man who called him a magnificent creature, a monster of beauty.

"Lovecraft?" Y/n breathed out as he had just opened his door from a knock. "Is there something wrong?"

Lovecraft shook his head, looking at Y/n with such fondness it was almost too sweet. "Not at all. I just wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure that you are alright," he claims, stepping closer to Y/n. "I wanted to make sure they did not hurt you."

Y/n smiled at Lovecraft kindly, letting the other walk into his room. "I assure you that I'm not harmed." He chuckled closing the door behind him. "In fact, I'm living quite lavishly here." He gestured to the whole room which looks straight out of a castle. "There's nothing you need to worry about."

Lovecraft's pale skin blushed lightly at Y/n's kind words. "But that can't be true..." He looked worried.

"Oh? And why's that?"

"Because I saw you limping the other day."

Y/n's eyes slightly widened before he blushed lightly. "Oh my..." He chuckled awkwardly as he covered his lower face to cover the blush. "Ah, well... you see, I just had an eventful evening is all. I promise you, I'm not harmed in anyway, quite the opposite, actually."

Lovecraft stared for a moment, in thought. "You... and a human?" He said carefully.

Y/n chuckled lightly, "Yes."

"...with who?"

"Why do you want to know?" Y/n raised a brow.

Lovecraft looked at Y/n up and down. "Was it Poe? Or maybe Mitchell...? Hawthorne? Steinbeck? Melville seems too old for your standards..." He listed off, insistent on knowing.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, Lovecraft," Y/n claims as he raised his hands. "And no, it was none of them.  Why do you need to know so badly? It doesn't affect you on who I sleep with."

Lovecraft narrowed his eyes. "Yes... it does. I want to know who I am up against."

"Up against?"

"For your love."

Y/n stared at Lovecraft for a moment, slightly surprised by Lovecraft's words. "Love? Surely you're kidding. There's nothing to love about me."

"That is when you're wrong," Lovecraft whispered, pushing himself against Y/n while grabbing his hands. "You are kind and benevolent, caring and loving. I may not know better than humans, but I know a good life partner when I see one. You, my beautiful monster, are perfect to love. I will be damned if I didn't fight for your love."

"Lovecraft..." Y/n whispered.

"So please, give me tonight, let me show you how much I love you." Lovecraft put his forehead on Y/n's. "Let's make love." He closed his eyes.

Y/n closed his eyes with Lovecraft. "Oh, Lovecraft... You really want to risk that knowing that this will most likely be a one time thing?"

"For you? I would."

"You're insane..."

"We are both not sane by human standards."

Y/n sighed. "So, we're doing this?"

"Could we?" Lovecraft asked almost excitedly. "We don't have to... but I would like to."

Y/n smiled softly. "I don't see why not. Just don't complain if you can't walk." He chuckled.

"...What?"

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Lovecraft let out a gasp as he felt Y/n inside him. He whimpered and moaned as Y/n had three fingers inside of him already. With a heavy blush covering his face, tears pricking the side of his eyes, he moaned into the pillow, clutching it for dear life.

Y/n only smiled softly as he continued to move his fingers in and out of Lovecraft agonizingly slow and delicately. He spread and curled them, touching every flesh inside of Lovecraft, prompting him to moan more.

"Y/n~" Lovecraft moans as he would bring himself on the mattress.

"Yes, Love?" Y/n questions with a smile, absolutely loving the fact that Lovecraft, someone who is definitely dangerous, fold at the mere stimulation of his fingers. "What ever do you need?"

Lovecraft shivers, his hair falling in front of his face. "You~ I want you so badly, b-but I don't know how much I can take this anymore~"

Y/n chuckled and leans closer to Lovecraft's face, gently pushing his hair away with his free hand. "Don't worry, Love. We will continue regardless." He kissed Lovecraft's cheek. "You want to do good for me, don't you?"

Lovecraft's eyes widened slightly when Y/n pushed deeper, pressing onto a certain sweet spot inside of him. He moans a little longer and louder as his back arches. His hips moves involuntary as he grinds himself on the sheets. He couldn't help it, he wanted Y/n so badly, too badly.

Y/n chuckles softly as he forced Lovecraft's hips off of the bed, not letting him grind or stimulate himself anymore. "Now that's just cheating," he whispers in Lovecraft's ear. "I can't have you do that, now can I? It'll cut our fun short."

Y/n presses further inside Lovecraft. The other man couldn't help but pant heavily as small tears of pleasure pricked his eyes. He wanted to release, to cum all over himself, he needs stimulation, and Y/n was only giving him so much. He wanted more, he needed more. He pushed himself closer to Y/n's hand, forcing him to go deeper into him, spreading him further.

"So needy..." Y/n kissed Lovecraft's lower back as he spread him the most he could with his fingers.

"A-Auuhh~!"

"Patience, Love. We don't want you to break on your first time, do we?"

Lovecraft whimpers. "N-No... I don't want to break..."

Y/n chuckled. "Then you're just going to have to trust me."

Y/n could practically feel his hand already be soaked as he spread Lovecraft. Even though he knew that Lovecraft might be this huge monster that lived for years on end, he's amused that this was the first time Lovecraft did something like this in his human form. It makes Y/n wonder what else he could do to Lovecraft to please him to no end.

Y/n feels Lovecraft is spread but then tightens around his fingers. He raised a brow before smiling. "Oh? Feeling close already?" He teased. "Come on now, I can feel you. No need to lie, Love."

Lovecraft moans. Of course he was close, how could he not be? He had someone like Y/n stimulating him, pleasing him. Y/n was everything perfect in his eyes. A good body, a very lovely body, in fact. Toned, but lean. And a damn good, plump, juicy, chest. And he hasn't even seen Y/n's cock yet, he could only imagine.

The way Y/n moves inside him, how he speaks to him, Lovecraft is mesmerized. He could feel every movement that Y/n does inside of him. How his fingers would touch him, his flesh, his insides. How they would curl and uncurl, how they would pump in and out. And Y/n's voice wasn't helping him either. Low, but soft. Kind and held so much care that Lovecraft would get a sweet tooth from it.

Gods, he's losing his mind.

"Oh? You've came already," Y/n spoke up with a smirk. "What's this? You've came from both areas." He gently took his fingers out and see slick coating them.

Lovecraft moans at the emptiness. "I couldn't help it," he panted. "You're just... too good."

Y/n chuckled and leaned down, kissing Lovecraft's cheek. "And just from my fingers too. My~ You're just a mess, aren't you?"

"Please, I want more... Please give me more, my beautiful monster~"

"As you wish..."

Y/n lifted Lovecraft's hips higher, almost pulling him off of the bed. Lovecraft lets out a soft yelp when Y/n does so. His eyes then widened when he felt Y/n press onto him. There it is. The tip on his entrance, teasing him by going around the rim and not fully in.

Lovecraft was going insane, he needed Y/n. This wasn't enough, this teasing was agonizing, but damnit he had to obey Y/n. He wanted to obey Y/n. At this moment in time, Lovecraft was nothing but Y/n's. To be subjected to something so lowly as mere sex, Lovecraft couldn't help but feel excited.

Y/n noticed Lovecraft's excitement, the heart swirling in his eyes. He smiles. Finally, he pushes into Lovecraft, agonizingly slow but something that Lovecraft has been dying for. He gasped, he moaned, he's overwhelmed by such girth.

"Oh~ Oh, God~" Lovecraft moans. "Ah... ngh~"

Y/n hold Lovecraft close to him, pressing his chest against the other's back. His hands wondered, one to his hips and the other to his neck. They kept Lovecraft in place, making sure he doesn't move on his own. Every time he does, Y/n holds Lovecraft a little tighter. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to give a warning.

"Shh," Y/n whispers softly. "Don't move. You'll hurt yourself. Let yourself get used to it."

Lovecraft whimpers, he knows he needed to get used to Y/n inside of him so deeply, but he wanted stimulation now. He wanted to be pounded by Y/n, bred by Y/n, claimed by Y/n. He wanted nothing more than to be below Y/n and do whatever Y/n commanded him to do. His mind was slipping away, and pleasure was seeping in.

That's it. Give in.

Lovecraft moaned with hearts in his eyes. No longer himself. "More. Move. Give me more, my beautiful monster~ Give me it all~" He begged and pleaded in between moans and groans.

Y/n only smiled, knowing what he's doing to Lovecraft. After all, this is one of the main reasons why he doesn't top a lot in bed. Y/n gently squeezed Lovecraft's neck as a warning. "Patience, Love. I don't want to hurt you-"

"I don't care~" Lovecraft moans. "I want you to send me to the heavens. I want you to give me everything I could ever dream of. My love for you is infinite~"

Y/n only sighs and kissed Lovecraft's cheek softly. "As you wish..."

Y/n began to move, but instead of taking it slow like before, he gave what Lovecraft wanted. He pounded into the other man. Skin slapping against each other as Lovecraft moans uncontrollably and wildly. Y/n panted and groans, holding Lovecraft in place, not daring to let him go.

Lovecraft, of course, came already, but he didn't want to stop. No. He never did. He wanted to keep going, until he passed out. He wanted to be coming non-stop, forever, all for Y/n. He wanted Y/n to come inside him, many times, every minute if possible. He wanted every bit of Y/n.

Y/n grunted as Lovecraft was trying to move on his own. He pulled on Lovecraft's hair, forcing him to arch and stay still. Of course, Lovecraft only found pleasure in this. He moaned wildly feeling his scalp be pulled by the one he worshiped. He didn't care if he was acting so lowly, he wanted to be the lowest of the low. The slut, the whore, the bitch in heat.

How long have they been going? Lovecraft didn't even know. How many times did Lovecraft come? He couldn't tell you. How many time did Y/n come in him? Lovecraft didn't know, but damn was it a lot. Lovecraft was in heaven. No. He was in the pits of hell in the lust circle. This was no longer love and admiration, this was lust. Pure, undying, uncensored, dirty, fucking, lust.

And Lovecraft enjoyed every bit of it.

Y/n cleaned himself as he had just finished cleaning Lovecraft. He looks down at the passed out Lovecraft, the smell of poisonous sex filled the air. He smiled softly at Lovecraft, gently caressing his cheek and pulling his hair away from his face so he could sleep better.

The sheets were littered with splashes of Lovecraft's aggressive cumming. Y/n cleaned it all with percussion, careful not to wake Lovecraft up. When Lovecraft passed out, he made sure that he was cleaned, bathed and emptied. Lovecraft slept through it all.

Now, Y/n carefully tucked Lovecraft in his bed, pulling the sheets up to cover him. Y/n let out a sigh of content as he pulled away. He stared at Lovecraft's sleeping and calmer expression, examining and taking it all in. He then turned away and looked outside the large windows, the view of the clouds and the colorful sky before him.

Y/n chuckled. "To think that it's already the next night," he whispered to himself. "I'm surprised he lasted that long."

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[A/N: I wanted to break someone's mind
And Lovecraft just so happens to be my favorite
I also have an idea of who Y/n will top next to prepare for that future chapter
lmao ]

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