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Bae groans as she slams her apartment door open, slouching her dance bag onto the floor. Quickly, she kicks off her shoes and heads for her bedroom to get a change of clothes before rushing to the shower for a rinse. She hears her door close, someone calling out to her.
“Bae, you need to remember to close your door! Also, you did not need to run…” Irys’ voice was muffled through the wall, but she could still hear the annoyance in her voice. Instead of responding, she focused on her shower, making sure to clean herself properly.
When she is done and puts on a set of house clothes, she opens the door, getting hit with coolness mixing with the humidity of the bathroom. Irys was laying upon the couch, looking at her phone to pass time. She looks up to her girlfriend, a blush creeping up her face, seeing the rat with slightly damp hair wearing a tank top and shorts. The shorts were sagging down, allowing her to admire a tasteful amount of stomach. Irys wanted to forever burn that image of Bae in her mind.
Without any words exchanged between them, Bae went to sit on the nephilim’s lap, taking her phone out of her hand and leaning down to rest on her. Irys giggles at her actions, one of her hands moving to rest on her hips. “I watched you dance after my recordings. I don’t think I can ever get used to it.” She says, pressing a light kiss on top of her head. Rat ears twitch at the sensation, Bae sinking into her girlfriend.
“Cmon, it’s not that impressive. You just move around.” Bae jokes lightly, her lips touching the other’s skin, teasing it to flush. “But to be honest, I’m pretty exhausted after it. Doesn’t help that I worked out yesterday… I’m sore all over.” She complains slightly, wondering what Irys would do about it.
An idea gets to Irys’ head; one that doesn’t involve a massage. “Are you trying to ask for something? ~” She teases, slowly rubbing her hand up and down the rat’s waist. Bae’s ears move down. A slight nod is given in response, eliciting a smile from Irys.
She lifts Bae off of her, getting a pout and a face of confusion when she does so. Irys laughs it off, “Don’t question what I’m doing honey ~” Bae stutters, hearing the pet name, muscles tensing. It sends a small shiver down her spine. She looks to her girlfriend, who is now humming in delight to herself, giving her sweet eyes of seduction.
Bae’s mind goes into a frenzy, completely unsure of what Irys was planning. Irys leans in, Bae closes her eyes, anticipation clouding her mind even further and then -
Irys moves her aside, “Oh! I forgot something. Just wait here.” She says. Bae looks at her with confusion, tail letting go of her girlfriend hesitantly as she walks towards her bedroom. When the nephilim is in her bedroom, the rat slaps her face, trying her best to go back to her senses before Irys comes out.
It doesn’t take long, Irys coming back with a tube of… lipstick? She sits down on the floor in front of her girlfriend, looking towards her, opening up the lipstick and applying it to her lips. Click. She closes it, setting it aside. Bae opens her mouth, wanting to ask what she was doing, unable to as Irys starts to move up slowly, allowing her hands to feel up Bae’s arm.
Jelly. Absolute jelly. That’s what Bae was becoming. She breathes from her mouth, trying to calm her heart to the best of her abilities. Irys’ fingers gently push into Bae’s arm, getting a small sigh in response, muscles twitching to the sensations. She smiles up at the rat, her hand gliding back down her arm, holding her wrist so her palm faces her. Leaning in, she presses a kiss against Bae’s wrist, pulling away to look at the lipstick stain left behind.
Oh. Oh no.
Blush intensifies on Bae’s face, understanding what her girlfriend’s plan was. She leans her head back, letting out the breath held when she felt Irys’ lips on her skin. Irys lets out a musical hum, amused with the reaction given. Continuing on, she kisses a few inches higher, then a little higher, a little higher, a little - yeah. It kept on coming.
Bae’s forearm becomes more red by the second, soft lips savoring her skin whenever it would twitch at contact. Her other arm was covering her face, breath labored at the affection given. Irys was now getting to her bicep, giggling at the state her rat was in.
“Are you liking this?” She asks teasingly, hearing a scoff come from the other girl.
“What do you think?” She quips back, head moving down so she could make eye contact with her attacker. Irys giggles once again, giving her a quick kiss on the inner side of her elbow. “Hmm… I’m not too sure. Maybe I need to continue to get a proper answer.”
Immediately, she stands up, making Bae’s eyes go wide. She opens her lipstick again, applying the toxic serum that was coating her girlfriend’s arm. Click. It closes again and Irys situates herself on the other’s lap, taking her kiss-littered arm and lifting it up, leaning in to kiss her tricep. She looks into Bae’s eyes at this new angle, watching her face contour at her advances. Bae closes her eyes, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact, focusing on her breathing.
Irys kisses around to her bicep; sometimes sucking at her skin lightly, loving to see small red specks appear towards her shoulder. Bae sighs heavily, the sigh turning into a gasp, feeling a fang sink in at the peak of her bicep, muscle slightly flexing in the position her nephilim placed it in. Her arm was practically limp, only being supported by Irys’ deft fingers.
Hazily, Bae speaks out, “... Is this going to end soon?” Her voice breathy, eyes opening slightly, being met with a pout on her girlfriend’s face. “I haven’t even gotten to your face yet… let me savor this, okay?” She responds, voice laced in a seductive sweetness only she has mastered.
She opens her lipstick once more, purposefully misleading the line of red over the corner of her mouth.
Click.
It closes for the last time, her thumb wiping off the wandering red trail and putting it on the bottom of her partner’s lip, pressing their bodies together and letting her thumb slip between the pursed lips of her lover into their mouth, quickly taking it out to tease, caressing her cheek with the dirty thumb.
Irys first moves her bangs, kissing Bae on the forehead. She giggles at the mark when she pulls back, seeing a big kiss on her head. Other kisses were peppered around the one in the middle, her smile felt through them.
This was, in fact, the best day ever.
She starts kissing Bae’s cheek, hand moving down to touch her neck, using her nails to scratch at hot skin. Bae’s breath hitches for a second, swallowing her saliva as she feels her girlfriend’s hand gently wrap around her neck, mimicking a choke to ensure there’s no accident.
Now, back to the rat’s face. The nephilim gets closer and closer to her lips, kissing next to them, trailing down to her jaw to tease further. She grazes her fangs against Bae’s neck, Bae clenching her jaw in anticipation. The bite doesn’t come, though. Irys moves her hands to the back of her girlfriend’s neck, giving herself access to the whole thing. She sucks the other’s skin and presses down to bite, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Her mouth stays grounded into her lover’s skin for more than just a few seconds, savoring the way it pulsed and ached at the contact. While doing so, she rubs the back of Bae’s neck with her hand, feeling the way her muscles tensed at the sensation she was giving her. Finally, her mouth opens and sucks at the same spot, soothing the burning area with her red-tainted lips. Surprisingly, when Irys pulled back, Bae’s skin didn’t break. She still smirked at the reddish-purple mark left, her free hand thumbing the area she claimed.
Bae was absolutely breathless, eyes wide, haphazard exhales coming from her nose. She makes hazy eye contact with her girlfriend, half-lidded eyes watching heterochromic ones as Irys gives her a moment of rest.
“How was that?” Irys asks, caressing Bae’s face tenderly. Her head nods slowly in response, followed by a toothy grin. She doesn’t respond verbally, unable to find her voice at the moment.
Irys quite literally made her speechless. She gives the rat a soft smile, thumbing her lip before moving in, speaking before she tastes the other’s lips, “I think you deserve this.”
She kisses Bae tenderly, smiling into it when she feels Bae’s untainted arm snake up her shirt, gripping her waist. When she pulls away, she’s met with her lover’s lips again, following her, instantly melting into another kiss. It gets more intimate, breaths and pants being exchanged between the two, half-lidded eyes looking into each other fondly whenever lips would separate.
Irys still wants more. She gently cups Bae’s chin, applying some pressure to signal an ask for her mouth to open. Of course, her girlfriend complies, the nephilim diving back in, the now open-mouthed kiss getting messy fast. Their tongues slowly dance with each other, taking their time to savor the taste. Bae pants into her mouth, tongue sticking out, allowing Irys to suck it with her own lips.
Bae’s soul was leaving her body. Irys never took a kiss this far before. She was on cloud nine with how Irys treated her during this whole exchange. Honestly, she didn’t believe she had it in her! Most of the time, it was herself who had to initiate. This was a complete flip. Maybe she wished this would happen more often.
Her lips lock with Irys again, hands all over the girl on top of her, trying to be as close as humanly possible. Irys’ nails dig into her neck, giving out a gasp in response to it. The nephilim takes this as an opportunity, pulling away, setting her eyes on what she wanted. Her neck. She kisses a new area, different from the one before. It was more ferocious… more feral. She starts sucking on it, a little wet pop noise is heard when she lets go to catch her breath. She breaths onto her lover’s skin, her breath shaking in excitement seeing the slightly red area. Her mouth opens wider, mouth watering at the idea of tasting Bae’s neck again. Before she gives into her own desires, she speaks up.
“... Hey Bae?” She says. Voice soft, laced with yearning. “Y-yeah?” Bae’s response is given, shaky with anticipation. Irys lets out a sigh, face burning in embarrassment before she asks a question.
“Would you mind if i bit your neck again? Well, I mean more at your shoulder.” She holds her breath before continuing, speaking meekly, “... even if it gets… bloody?”
Bae can’t see Irys’ face, but her eyes were wide open, mouth salivating, waiting for her to give an answer. The grip on her waist tightens, Bae’s chest moves up and down faster, answering her question.
“Fuck it. Why not?”
It was addicting. Irys, that is. She was absolutely hooked now if she wasn’t before.
A pained groan escapes her mouth as she feels fangs sink into her skin, holding Irys closer to her. She looks up to the ceiling, breath heavy and fast, following no rhythm, heart beating rapidly at this new feeling. Her skin wasn’t broken yet, Irys latching on a bit longer before fully sinking her teeth in.
She inhaled through her nose, trying to calm her own heart before exhaling, biting down fully.
Bae let out a scream, hands shooting up to cover her mouth. She could feel Irys’ tongue lick her skin with her mouth still on her neck, sucking in to taste her blood.
Irys could taste a tangy iron on her tongue, mind hazy with this new found guilty pleasure. She makes sure to not linger too long, mouth letting go and licking the wound given to her partner. She immediately gets up, going into Bae’s bathroom to get wound cleanser and gauze. Being the clutz she is, the basket of supplies falls onto the floor. She swears under her breath, picking up what she needs and sits next to Bae, spraying the saline mixture onto the gauzing and applying it to the mark.
“Oh- ow! That fuckin’ hurt!” Bae exclaims, Australian accent coming out. Irys scoffs at her, “This is a lot better than an infection, Bae. Deal with it.” Her voice harsh, demeanor flipped to focus on the problem she made. Bae shudders at Irys’ tone, shutting up to let her tend to the mark. She gets out another gauze sheet, replacing the bloodied one, spraying more disinfectant directly onto the spot. The rat makes a hissing noise, trying to suppress her voice as it seeps into her wound, Irys placing the clean patch of gauze on top, applying pressure.
Irys uses her free hand to check her phone, eyes widening at her reminders.
“I need to go like now. I forgot I had a meeting.” Irys says quickly, hand leaving Bae’s shoulder, rushing to the door to get her shoes.
“You better clean it once an hour, okay? It would be humiliating to go to the doctor for that. If you get an infection, I’m never doing this again.”
Bae shivers at the serious tone Irys had even in a rush to get out the door. She definitely meant it.
The door opens quickly, a quick I love you is heard before it shuts.
My god. I won’t be able to leave my apartment for a few days.
Bae leans back and sighs, hand holding her shoulder where the gauze is.
“Don’t screw this up Bae, it would suck to not experience this again…”
She totally didn’t find a new interest.