Lighthouse [Alice in Borderland x Reader]

His lips pressed on yours with such passion you never felt before. It was nowhere as kind and gentle as you always thought your first kiss was going to be, but you willingly accepted his hunger, giving him access to something more.

His lips covered yours, his tongue dancing and tasting every corner of your mouth it can reach. Your mind feels hazy by the taste of the alcohol that mixed with his saliva that filled your tongue. His teeth bit your lower lip lightly, enough to send shivers to you, but not enough to hurt you.

His hand held your head stable, pressing you closer to him as the warmth of your bodies mixed and transferred from one another. His other hand travelled from your shoulder, then to your back, and he gently held you by the waist, drawing circles to your hip with his thumb.

He kissed you in a way that told you that he had done this kind of things many times already. He gripped your hair, stopping you if you ever tried to let go. He smirked through the kiss, wordlessly telling you that you were quite decent despite being new to this experience.

You opened your eyes to see his face, only for you to greeted with his eyes that were looking at you with intensity, the fact that he had his lids half-closed did not diminish the effect it gave you.

He slowly pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths as you panted softly, heat started to creep up on your neck and ears. His hand still stayed on your waist and your hair while he chuckled softly.

“For a beginner, you felt good.” he said breathily, combing his hair with his fingers as he still looked at you with his half-lidded eyes. “With practice, you can do better.”

He pulled you once me, this time much passionate, much rougher. His arm around your waist tightened and all you can do was hold him by his biceps to support your own balance as you felt yourself falling towards him. He groaned, pulling you closer as he devoured your entire being with each passing second.

His lips tasted your skin. He bit your neck and sucked your skin. He licked the part he just nipped to ease the pain that he just inflicted you. He fondled the soft flesh on your side as he started to unbutton your shirt roughly. You were surprised but didn't do any effort to stop him from ripping you your clothes of. You let him explore your body. You let him leave marks as his lips started to get lower and lower on your skin.

The trail of kisses left a part of him. Every kiss left a sign of territory. His lips claimed you and you just trembled in anticipation. You were his, he didn't need words to tell you that. He was aggressively owning you but his hold on you still remained caring.

Both of you were drunk. Drunk with kisses, drunk with alcohol, drunk with desire. You were too drunk, and so was he, yet he didn't forget to ask you if you wanted to go with things further. He asked you thrice if you wanted to have him deep inside you, and you answered four times.

Your breath hitched and you felt yourself stop breathing the moment he said those four words you never thought he would say. A delinquent like him would say so earnestly, like a devout of a deity.

“Let me worship you.”