Under the table fun

Commission for anon

Request: Can you do a continuation of the haunted story you did for kinktober? Let the shadow monster takes her out on a date. Possibly public sex? Maybe some teasing or edging but besides that you have free range. Also could you keep me anonymous?

A/N: For those who don’t know, this is the original story they are referring to.

Shadow monster x fem!reader || public sex, edging (kinda), teasing, tentacles

He texted you exactly two hours after that first encounter, asking you for a date the next day. You were vibrating with excitement the second you read over his text. You didn’t know what was about him, or why you reacted so strongly to his presence, but the fact remained that you had never orgasmed so hard in your life… and you wanted a repeat. But you also wanted to get to know him, he was a sweetheart as far as you discovered, and your interest was peaked. You wanted to discover if his fun side was just on the haunted house or if he would be equally fun outside of it.

And well… you might have a bit of a crush in the shadow monster already. Who could blame you? The dude had tentacles! What else could a girl ask for?

He asked you to meet him at a cozy place downtown. It was a little Italian restaurant that, for the looks and smell of it, made amazing food. You were waiting by the door, trying not to look too worried as you bite your lip. You remembered a bit too late that your lipstick was probably going to mess up, so you took the little hand mirror and said lipstick out of your purse and tried to fix it before he arrived.

You weren’t that lucky, tho.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around there wasn’t anybody there. But when you turned around again to fix your lipstick, he materialized right in front of you. “Hello there, darling. Fancy meeting you here.” You let out a short screech as you dropped the mirror and the lipstick to the ground, followed by a huff as he laughed in front of you.

“So funny, ha-ha,” you told him, trying to hide your own amusement. You were easily scared, you both knew that fact already, he met you at the haunted house for fuck’s sake.

He picked your things from the floor and handled them to you. His charming smile with too many teeth didn’t leave his mouth, his tentacles moving behind him as he touched your elbow softly. “Come on, darling. Let’s get inside before you freeze your pretty ass.” His voice dropped a tone at the last word, making your insides twist.

Fuck, what was about him that made you feel so needy with a simple touch. Your body was vibrating in anticipation and you barely talked. He only had to touch your elbow and smile at you and your panties were already wet. What the fuck was his power?

The waitress took you to the table, and instead of sitting across from you as you expected, he sat right beside you, pushing his chair closer to your side until your legs were pressed together and you could feel his presence in every breath you took.

You were trying to breathe through your mouth, your whole body vibrating when curiosity finally got the best of you: “What did you do to me?”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and his forever-present wide grin. “What do you mean?” There was an edge of amusement in his tone.

You decided sincerity was probably the way to go. If you let this monster get you off in a haunted house, you could tell him the truth. “I’ve never felt this pull to somebody before. I can feel my body almost vibrating and we barely did anything, we just sat up.” You couldn’t hide your curiosity and astonishment. “How is that possible?” He was staring at you as if he was equally surprised by your words.

“I feel it, too.” His response took you by surprise. You were expecting him to say something about his monster side, but the fact that he just accepted he felt a connection to you felt… empowering in a way.

You felt a blooming hope inside your chest. “You do?” You couldn’t stop yourself from mirroring his grin.

“Yes, fuck. I’ve been craving to touch you since yesterday. And I’m going to be a bit bold here and say I’ve been hard as a rock since the moment I laid my eyes on you in that pretty outfit.” His tone is low and almost guttural, making your nipples peak and your panties to get wetter.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.

His smile grows wider. “You like that, darling? You like that I’m desperate to touch you? That I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted more than to stick my tentacles in every possible hole of your precious body?” You shivered and took a deep breath, looking around trying to see if somebody knew what was happening in your table. Nobody was looking, but the fact that there were people all around was making you pant.

“We are in public,” you reminded him.

You didn’t know you had a thing for exhibitionism, but the fact that there were people around and he was teasing you under the table was driving you a little bit insane. You could feel your heartbeat mirrored in your clit, and you had to bite your tongue not to scream.

He chuckled, a tentacle curling around your ankle, going up and up as he whispered against your ear: “I know… But I think you like that, don’t you? I think you like the idea of me being a naughty monster touching you right here.” His tentacle was caressing your knee and your brain was short-circuiting.

“Is that so?” You tried to sound empowered and bratty, but your voice was breathy and his smirk was response enough.

“If I touch your pussy right now and you aren’t dripping, I’ll stop. How does that sound?” You pressed your knees together, trapping his ascending tentacle between them. He chuckled, his hand caressing your thigh until you slowly parted your legs and let him continue his exploration. “Good girl,” he praised you.

You tried to act as normal as possible, trying to think of all the times you played poker in your life. But unluckily for you, everyone agreed you had an awful poker face and your heart was racing so fast you thought it was about to burst out of your chest. You looked at the menu, trying to distract yourself of what was happening under the table, where his hand was parting your legs further and his tentacle was getting really close to your dripping center.

The second he made contact, you let out a gasp. “I knew it, such a dirty girl,” he whispered against your ear. You knew that from an outside perspective you probably just looked like two lovers being all romantic, but your heart was still pounding in your chest.

The waitress came as he played with you over your panties, giving you a basket of breadsticks as she took note of whatever you wanted for dinner. You didn’t even remember what you ordered, you just wanted her out of your table so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself doing something like moaning out loud. That would be mortifying.

As soon as she was out of sight, his tentacle found your clit, rubbing lightly over the lace of your panties as he munches happily on a breadstick. “Breathe, darling, we don’t want you suffocating to death,” his chuckle made you want to stab him with the fork, but as you were about to glare at him, he added another tentacle, moving your panties to the side and pressing against your hot center.

You let out a breath in a rush, biting hard on your own breadstick as he pushed inside. You almost choked, and he laughed. “Asshole,” you told him, your teeth clenched as you squeezed around his tentacle, making him cough. You smirked at him.

“Naughty,” was his only response.

And just like that he started a tortuous dance with his tentacles. Rubbing your clit and pushing in and out your pussy, but it was so faint, so very slow that it was only making you more and more desperate. You weren’t anywhere near coming, but the pleasure was so big you couldn’t hold back a tiny moan when you tried to tell him off again. By the looks of it, he wasn’t better, his forehead was shiny with sweat and he was clutching the fork so hard his dark knuckles were light gray.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “We need to get out of here,” he said, turning to look at you unblinkingly.

You tried to argue, “but the food…” He pushed harder inside of you, and you moaned loudly. You covered your mouth with your hand at the same time the waitress reappeared with your food.

“We’ll take this to go, please. We had an emergency,” he explained.

The waitress looked alarmed, but she complied immediately. “Of course, sir. I’ll be back in a second.”

The second the food was on the table he left a couple bills on top of it and grabbed your hand, pulling you along him. It all happened in a blur, your body was trembling and his tentacles were around you and your back was pressing against a wall in a dark alley.

He was kissing you desperately, his mouth devouring you as his tentacles found your pussy again. It was fast and frantic, pushing inside of you in a long thrust that left both of you breathing hard against each other lips. You were moaning against each other’s mouths as if there wasn’t enough air, and it was glorious. His tentacle was hitting all your good spots and his fingers were playing with your clit as if he was a professional in clitology.

“I’m not gonna last long,” he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You didn’t get time to answer before you were throwing your head back and crying out his name as an orgasm hit you fast and hard. And he wasn’t far behind. His tentacle kept twitching inside of you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body.

When your breathing was back under control, you chuckled against his neck. “I’m hungry.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Okay, darling. Let’s get you feed before I fuck you again.”

“Deal.”