Day 14. Monster-kinktober: Undead + Lap dance/angry sex

A/N: Human x ghoul police officer partners anyone? No? Just me? Well, hope you enjoy!

Ghoul x fem!reader || lap dance, angry sex, exhibitionism (technically), finger-fucking || tw: mentions of cannibalism

When they asked you to infiltrate a strip club with your ghoul partner, you wanted to scream, especially because it was his fucking fault for eating the dude before you could interrogate him. And that’s how you ended wearing the shortest shorts in existence and a mesh top that showed your red bra underneath, sitting on his lap. You hated that fucking ghoul.

“You shouldn’t have eaten him, for fuck’s sake,” you chastised, looking at his mouth as his extra long tongue trying licked his lips, his sharp teeth looking like a threat even when he wasn’t doing anything. Teeth that could cut through meat, teeth that could harm you until you were nothing but bones. And you didn’t like that, not at all, it didn’t make your pulse leap and your panties to get wet. Nope.

You sat on his lap with more force than intended, making him grunt. “I was hungry,” he deadpanned. You turned around and fisted his hair, pulling way harder than you knew you should, and exposing his neck. You breathed close to his jugular, no pulse under his skin, as his hands reached around you and grabbed your waist.

You looked at him like he was joking, there was no way he just said that. “You could have waited,” you told him between your teeth, trying really hard not to snap at him for being a fucking pain in your ass.

“He wasn’t going to say anything else,” he justified, looking at up at you with his deep black eyes and pale skin. He looked almost dead, but the blood all around his mouth was making it hard for you to focus on the steps. You turned around and offered him your ass, the tiny shorts you wore probably gave him a perfect view of your pussy. You didn’t even care, you were so mad at him that you wanted to hit him.

“You don’t know that,” you argued back. You straightened and turned to him, pressing your boobs to his face and rolling your hips over his lap. You shook your ass in the air, giving whoever was watching a good show. You looked over your shoulder trying to locate the bad dude you were following, a manticore involved with the naga mafia.

“You don’t know it, either,” he challenged, breathing close to your face and making your anger rise even higher. You scratched along his collarbone, your pointy nails leaving lilac lines on his grayish skin.

“You are such a jackass. You are a liability in the force. You are a pain in my ass!” You finished, pushing his chest with all your strength and acting like it was part of your mean girl act.

You lowered your body and pushed the mesh down, exposing more of your tits right in front of his dark eyes, eyes that were burning with unknown emotions. You caught him off guard and he tripped back in the chair, letting out a squeal as you grabbed the chair so he wouldn’t fall. He looked at you with such rage and intensity that you felt your pulse leap as you caressed his face with your nose, rolling your body and leaving nothing to the imagination as you put a hand between his open legs, so close to his dick that you could feel the heat of his balls across the fabric.

“Am I the liability? You are the only weak human in a monster force,” he spat as you pushed your hand up and closed it around his balls, squeezing the right amount for it to look sexy but making him gasp and bare his teeth at you.

You pressed your lips against his ear and whispered: “My weak human body is making you hard, ghoul.” You pronounced it like it was an insult and he growled at you as he stood up before you in a flash.

His reflexes were way faster than yours and when he pushed you to the side and ran behind you, you had just enough time to catch yourself before you fell, your body hitting the chair he just vacated with a grunt. You watched annoyed how he threw himself to the manticore as some unknown being gave him a briefcase that was probably filled with money. How cliché.

Before you could get back on your feet, he already cuffed the manticore and the one who gave him the money, and was looking at you with the biggest smirk in the universe, all his teeth showing at once. He should look creepy, but he only looked infuriating. You wanted more than anything to punch his pretty ghoul face.

And on top of all that shit, he left you with all the paperwork. Like he always did. He acted like the hero and brought the bad guys in, but when the formal part of the job came around, he ignored everything and left you to it, always finding an excuse to not do his job. Fucking prick.

Right now, you were filling the paperwork as he chatted with the naga receptionist, like you always did, because he was a jackass and always left all the bureaucracy to you. You fucking hated that ghoul and his big smile that he never directed at you. You hated his long tongue that he was using to caress the naga’s ear as he told her probably filthy things. Fucking jackass.

You stomped off your chair and across the office until you closed the supply closet door behind yourself, cursing under your breath and looking for a stapler to at least pretend you were looking for something just to get away from the giggling naga and your stupid partner.

You didn’t have time to grab the stapler you needed before a body pressed against your back and sharp teeth found your jugular. “You are the pain in my ass, not the other way around!” He growled as his hand traveled down your uniform and slipped inside your panties in one fluid movement.

“What are you even doing here, stupid ghoul,” you grunted as you pushed his body against his, but you couldn’t push him away, his arm already holding you tight against his front.

“Don’t struggle, sunshine, you know you want this, you are already wet,” he proved his point rubbing your clit and making your knees buckle under you. He held you tighter, one long finger finding your opening and slowly pushing inside. You covered your mouth with your hand, muffling the tiny groans escaping you as he chuckled. “Just like that, sunshine, let me take care of this needy pussy… You act all thought, but then you open your legs for me every time you get.” His words were like knives in your side, making you angrier and angrier. He was infuriating.

“I don’t like you,” you told him, turning in his arms to access his neck. You pulled his shirt to the side to bite down on his shoulder, making him moan as he changed angles, hitting your G-spot with the tip of his finger. You groaned around the flesh in your mouth as he accelerated his pace.

“I know, sunshine. But you know what? I don’t like you, either,” he whispered against your ear, licking the shell of your ear with his extra long tongue like he did with the slutty naga receptionist. Damn him.

“Why are you here then, partner?” You teased. “Am I just an excuse to not doing your job? Typical. A liability to the force,” you repeated your earlier words, making him growl and finger-fuck you harder, faster. The palm of his hand hitting your clit at every push of his fingers. You were so close. So, so close.

And then he twisted his head at the same time you did, and he claimed your mouth in a possessive and angry kiss that was more teeth than lips. You bite him and he reciprocated, you attacked each other mouth with desperation and anger, letting out all your hate for each other in a frantic kiss that made you approach the orgasm faster and faster.

“Come, now,” he ordered against your lips, his long tongue entering your mouth when your head fell back and you complied, coming apart around his fingers. His tongue was so long that you felt like it was touching the back of your throat, and you loved it.

When he pulled back, you were breathing hard, and your legs felt like jelly. He took his hand off and licked your juices very slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. “You are disgusting,” you lied, like if what he was doing wasn’t the most erotic thing you’d seen in your life.

He frowned, stepping back. “You say I’m a liability, but I bet nobody makes you come as hard as I do, partner,” the last word was directed at you like an insult and you turned around ready to hit him, but he was already closing the door behind him as you stood there, panties soaked and breathing hard.

Worst of all? He was right, nobody made you come as hard as him.

Fuck.

Let me know if we should make this duo a more permanent presence with longer stories of hate-sex.