tw: implied smut

the house felt cold- emptier, not as warm as the cottage schlatt had before. the furniture was slicker, more harsh rather than the soft comfy things back home.

"maybe i should go back to my place tonight..." y/n mumbled, examining the sharp surroundings.

"stay..." schlatt wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face into her hair, and lightly rocking her from side to side. "it's safe here" he mumbled.

"i know...but- it feels weird" she frowned, schlatt let go, tugging her hand forward.

"you haven't seen the bedroom yet-" he smiled, causing y/n to lightly chuckle, following him forward.

"its too big for the both of us..." she smiled,

"i know...but that could be a good thing," he whispered, entering into the bedroom with her. the floor was cold and the walls were dark, all while the bed sat in the middle. it was huge, the grey sheets echoing with restlessness, and the rough edges stretched across. the quiet was loud- however blinds at the edge of the room revealed a neat balcony- equally as gray as the room.

"i suppose- you make it better" she mumbled, hugging his arm. causing him to hide a smirk.

"fuck-" he sighed, tugging at her waist again.

"what is it...?" she frowned-

"i wanna fuck you so bad right now-" he grumbled into her ear, causing her stomach to flutter and her face to flush.

"wha-" her words cut off by him sticking his thumb through her lips- roughly grasping her jaw in his hand. her fragile mouth was wide open now, his dark eyes narrowed down at her, breath hitching.

"but i have to go..." he let go, wiping his wet thumb on her lips, making her whimper ever so slightly. now he wanted her more than ever- why did he even tease himself like that- it just made the tightness growing in his pants even worse. he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, "ill be back tonight" he mumbled, letting go of her and stepping away, out of the bedroom, and out of the house.

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y/n didn't have much to do, stuck in this boring house. she found herself baking cookies, burning them- and deciding to just read something. all she could find was some business book- which she didn't much care for, she left it out though- figuring schlatt would enjoy it. she checked the clock, waiting for him to get back- there was still an hour or two before dark, she could go to the shops. she wanted to get him something- after all she never got to properly congratulate him for winning. slipping on some outdoor clothes, she stepped out of the house. it was odd- it was a house inside a building- like a hotel, but it was just their suite. peering out the door and down the hall- fancy carpet beneath her shoes and pretty paintings hung on the wall. it smelt like dust and fire. she could hear distant voices- discussing and plotting. she stepped forward, further down the hall; a large elegant door was cracked open. getting closer, she recognized the voices- schlatt and quackity. she could see through the crack now- schlatt sat tensely at his desk, papers in front of him- and a half finished bottle of liquor. she frowned, wanting to go in, to take his edge off. quackity stepped out, seeing y/n, he quickly closed the door.

"y/n-...hey-what are you doing out?" he said sternly. she shrugged,

"...i though i'd go out somewhere..." she replied, "but- is he okay...? could i go in?"

"-he wouldn't want to be disrupted- i don't think he'd want you to leave either...why don't i take you back to the room-" he put his hand on her back, attempting to push her back up the hall.

"thank but...i'm- i'm okay..." she smiled stepping away from him, "ill just be going now-" her motion cut off by him grabbing her wrist,

"i'm sorry- he doesn't want you to leave..." she could tell he felt bad for her-

"why...?" she frowned, quackity sighed.

"aren't you guys...dating or whatever? he talk about you a lot" he mumbled- trying to change the subject, ever so slightly. y/n felt that flutter in her stomach again- her face flushing,

"um- i guess" she chuckled. shit, was she supposed to say that...? pushing away the previous sentence, she bit her lip- how could she get out of this? "well- anyways- i don't think schlatt would appreciate you putting your hands on me-" she said sternly, putting on a offended face. quackity's eyes immediately widened and he let go of her wrist.

"oh-! i didn't- i'm so sorry-" the panic hitching in his voice, was he afraid of schlatt?

"thank you-" she muttered, turning around and walking back down the hall- oh my god that was so mean- why did she do that? he obviously didn't mean any harm, he was just following orders... part of her wanted to go back and apologize- fuck. she left the hallway- into a lobby-like area and then out the doors, into the fresh air. it was still bright out, but the air smelled of sunset, the dark was coming soon. and she didn't have any armor- or weapons on her... dammit- she couldn't go back now, that'd be embarrassing. she sighed, then stealing a breath from the world- she stepped forward, off to the town.