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Medkit, for everything that it’s worth, doesn’t really think this is a good use of his time. He really doesn’t enjoy spending any more time in Subspace’s company than is absolutely necessary, and frankly her demeanor only makes the experience worse. She sits, looking happy with herself as she swirls the dregs of her vodka cranberry in the tumbler before draining the rest of the liquid with a contented sigh.
Medkit hates that his eyes track the bobbing of her throat when she swallows. He hates that he can’t avert his gaze in time for her to miss it, because she gives him a flirtatious wink and blows him a kiss.
They’re sitting right across from each other. There’s really no reason for her behavior, other than that she feels like being a minx and teasing him.
“What’re you looking at, Meddy?” she says breathily, eyelashes lowering as she fixes him with a hungry stare. He freezes, not daring to look her in the eye. His gaze hovers somewhere in the air between them.
Subspace only allows a short pause before she speaks again. “Don’t tell me you’re already drunk?! You’ve hardly touched that!”
Medkit huffs. “I don’t drink, Subspace, I told you that already.” It’s true, he doesn’t drink. Smoking, on the other hand, is an awful habit he absolutely can’t get himself to quit. There’s hardly a point in trying: he’ll likely be dead in some ridiculous conflict before he gets old enough for cancer to set in, and the relief from the stresses of Blackrock is more than enough incentive to keep buying the nicotine-laden sticks.
“Oh, so you’re staring at me all by yourself, then!” Subspace giggles. How she came to that conclusion, Medkit has no idea. “You think I’m pretty, Meddy? Is that why you’re staring?”
Medkit’s face flames, an embarrassed blush spreading quickly as he processes her words. “Wh—?! No! Absolutely not, of all the insane—!”
“Uh uh, Meddy, that’s not very nice!” she scolds, cutting him off. “You should always agree with a lady when she asks if she’s pretty… didn’t anyone teach you manners?”
She leans over the table, coming just that little bit closer. Her hair falls over her face, her arms squeeze each side of her rather small chest (enough to give her some semblance of cleavage), and a faux-innocent smile paints her features in a whole new light.
Medkit’s mouth dries up quickly. Oh, this is not good. He feels himself blushing. He’s got to be beet red by this point. It’s humiliating, with Subspace’s damn smile and contented humming, the acrid smell of vodka lingering in the air, and the dim lights of the shitty dive bar buzzing overhead doing nothing to alleviate Medkit’s suffering.
He needs to be out of here, now. To do— something.
“We’re leaving,” he snaps, standing from the vinyl booth and throwing enough cash to cover their bill on the table. Subspace’s mouth opens to make another comment (her lips look plush and red in this light, Swords above) but Medkit grabs her wrist before she can, pulling her along in his wake.
“How forward of you, Meddy,” she murmurs, voice low to the point where only the doctor will be able to hear it. Nevertheless, she follows him easily, almost eagerly. Medkit doesn’t know what he’s going to do. His heart pounds in his chest, inane thoughts racing through his mind. He wants to ruin her, finally get her to shut her damn mouth.
“Get in the car,” he spits through gritted teeth. “Please.” The last word is in a nicer tone, an afterthought thrown on carelessly to appease Subspace. He can’t have her leaving now. The one time he actually wants her around would be the time she would choose to leave, knowing his luck.
Demons watch as they shove their way through the crowd, Subspace tugged along by Medkit with a sway of her hips and a flick of her tail. No one pays them any mind. It seems clear from Subspace’s demeanor she actually does want to go with Medkit, especially when he stops short for a waiter carrying a tray full of drinks with a muttered apology. The scientist shoves herself up against his back, hips twitching against his rear as she shamelessly grinds on him.
He hisses a curse when one of her taloned hands digs into the meat of his shoulder and the other finds purchase in the thick fur of his tail. It’s winter, a coating of fur going all the way down his back and up his nape to accommodate the cold. His antlers are short nubs, an echo of what they once were.
They’ll grow back, and Subspace hardly seems to mind if her little hitched moan that comes with another shove of her hips against him is anything to go by. The waiter moves on and Medkit forces himself to keep moving, walking hurriedly out of the bar before Subspace initiates any other contact that will inevitably end with him cumming in his pants like a teenager.
Still, it’s humiliating. He lets her go and all but tumbles into the driver’s seat of his car where it’s parked streetside, the city’s night-time neon illuminating the wet asphalt and cement that make up the roads. The towering skyscrapers hardly catch Medkit’s eye anymore, not when a panting Subspace is lowering herself into the passenger seat and pulling her knitted sweater (full of holes by design, and only covering her upper arms and chest) off over her head.
All she’s wearing underneath it is a tight tank top and a lacy bra. One of the straps has fallen down and Medkit’s hand is suddenly on her shoulder, carefully snapping it back in place.
She blushes, mouth dropping a little in confusion. She’s seemingly taken aback by his moment of tenderness, something out of character for their back-and-forth banter that borders on vitriolic anytime they’re at work.
Still, this isn’t work, and Medkit has to force himself to remove his hand so they can actually leave. Subspace pouts a little at the loss of contact, one hand sliding along his thigh once he’s gotten the car started and is on the road.
When she talks, her voice is low and sultry. “Where are you taking us, Meddy?”
“My apartment,” he replies, voice choked as her nails trace little patterns on the inside of his thigh through his pants. He can feel his cock chubbing up at the contact, the atmosphere, the intimacy of it all.
He hates it, yet finds himself craving more. Not just more of the touch, but of Subspace specifically. He’s disgusted with himself, lusting after someone he can hardly tolerate, but he supposes there’s nothing like a good hate-fuck to sort out differences between coworkers.
That’s definitely his dick talking. He can’t bring himself to care, in all honesty. He’s too far gone by now, lost in the rush of it all with only Subspace’s hand to anchor him.
The car pulls up to Medkit’s apartment, and Subspace is delighted. She feels warm all over, the pitiful blast of air from the car’s vents doing almost nothing to alleviate the searing heat she feels all over her skin and her insides. Her thighs squish together in the seat, far too skinny for most to consider attractive. She’s always been as thin as a rail, with a flat chest and flatter love life.
Good thing she’s never dated anyone. She doesn’t think she has any of the body features required to seem ‘attractive,’ at least not in the conventional way every other girl seem to be, even if they’re skinny like her.
But Medkit — he’s the first man she’s ever really wanted. The way his heavy-lidded gaze lingers on her with annoyance and disgust sends a pleasurable shiver down her spine each time their eyes meet, and she knows he despises her but can’t help herself anyways. Medkit is more of a drug than the vape she smokes (even now it’s tucked in her purse), and she’s more than willing to end up addicted if it means he’ll hold her in his arms, just once.
Subspace isn’t exactly confident when it comes to these things, knowing that this might be her only chance. She needs Medkit more than anything. Her skin buzzes and the alcohol runs through her veins; she knows what she wants. Medkit shuts off the vehicle’s engine and she’s leaning over the seat before she can think too much about it, lips crashing awkwardly into Medkit’s.
He turns, leans into it with a hand on the center console, the other gripping her hair tightly. She whines, gasps when his tongue slides over her lips. It’s as much a fight as anything is with them, Subspace pushing back insistently into Medkit. She touches his broad chest, pulling him closer and keeping herself from falling. His heart is pounding just as much as hers is.
Medkit pulls back panting. “Apartment,” he begs, voice gravelly with lust now. “Please. Now.”
Subspace, almost certainly just as dazedly, nods in response. She smooths her hair down, slings the sweater over one arm and clutches her purse with the other, and then it’s a step out of the car, heels clacking on gravel-dirtied sidewalk. She follows Medkit, pressed up against him as close as she can, all the way up a flight of stairs and down the hall.
He fumbles with the keys while she presses open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pink lipstick staining his pale skin. Her fingers dance over the fur on the back of his neck, admiring the texture. She wonders what it will feel like when her nails are buried in his back. It’s all so new and thrilling that she can’t believe they’ve waited this long.
“Hurry, for fuck’s sake,” she groans when he finally manages to get the key into the lock. He doesn’t dignify her with a response, instead pushing the door open and practically falling inside.
He flips on the lights and closes the door behind them, fastening the lock securely. Subspace can’t stop touching him now, even just a lingering hand on his arm while he deposits his keys on the table. Her purse and cardigan follow suit, and then they’re stumbling towards what must be Medkit’s bedroom.
A trail of discarded clothes marks their path as Medkit’s jacket is shucked off by Subspace’s tearing hands, her heels unstrapped with her foot held up near her ass and Medkit holding her up by the waist. Their lips meet again and she fumbles with the shoe buckle, finally managing to remove the damn thing. Medkit fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, Subspace assisting him until his chest is bare.
“Fuuuck, Meddy,” Subspace breathes between kisses, “You’re ssssso– Mmm, you let me do whatever I want—”
Medkit snarls, pushing against her and grabbing at her thrashing tail with one hand, sliding his hand up to the base and holding it still. Her body reacts automatically, going limp and shivery against him for a moment.
“Do you ever shut up?” he scoffs, shrugging the shirt off his torso. Subspace itches to drag her claws down his chest hard enough to leave welts, but she won’t, not right now. Medkit lets her go and fumbles with his belt.
“Get your clothes off,” he says tersely when her trembling hands reach for his body again. She rolls her eyes, keeping her gaze away from Medkit while she yanks the tank top over her head and tugs her skirt down, until she’s in nothing but her panties and bra.
Medkit is much the same, boxers straining as his cock rises. He’s staring, eyes roving over her body like he can’t see enough of her. She preens, allowing herself to revel in the praise before she pushes Medkit through the door with claws on his chest, digging ever so slightly into his skin.
He swallows dryly, watching her apprehensively as he sits down on the mattress. Subspace’s breaths come quick and excited when she sits herself in his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, watching in enjoyment as he freezes, unsure.
Subspace can’t help but giggle, leaning in close until her breaths hit Medkit’s face. “Come on, Meddy,” she whimpers, rolling her hips against him and crying at the pleasure. “Or are you too scared? You a virgin, Meddy, is that it?”
It’s a taunt meant to get a reaction, and logically Medkit knows this. He’s not being logical at the moment; Subspace can see in his eyes the moment he processes her words through the haze of lust. His hips buck up into hers and his hands descend on her hips, pulling her down to meet him.
The friction is dulled through two layers of fabric, and almost more intimate because of it. Subspace shivers, hair tickling her back when her head tips back in ecstasy. She loves this, needs more. Needs all of Medkit, needs him inside her, needs him biting her and loving her and crying her name. He would look so pretty with fat tears pouring from his eyes.
Slick stains the thin material of her panties, the cloth quickly becoming soaked through the longer Medkit pulls her against him, clumsily directing her so that her clit hits his dick at just the right angle to make her core throb.
He’s… annoyingly good at this. Subspace will have to up her game.
A hand settles on Medkit’s chest and she pushes, shoving him down to lie on the mattress. She keeps one hand planted directly over his heart, watching his throat bob as she tugs the panties down one-handed, twisting to tug them off one leg before kicking them off her ankle.
The bra is next to go, quickly torn off. Subspace can’t bear the teasing anymore. She yanks down Medkit’s boxers, stitches tearing with the force. Medkit doesn’t notice, transfixed by Subspace’s naked body before him.
“Stay down, Meddy,” the pink demon simpers, lowering herself until the tip of Medkit’s swollen cock brushes against her folds. His hips twitch minutely and he bites at his lip, trying to restrain himself. Oh, if it were another day, Subspace would tease him until he broke. But now, she needs something inside her.
With a moan she sinks slowly onto Medkit’s thick length, feeling every inch slide deeper and deeper into her cunt until she’s completely filled, settled totally on Medkit’s cock with her rear flush to his hips.
A breathy sigh escapes her, aching cunt satiated for the moment. Her face is twisted up pleasurably, and poor Medkit is whimpering and squirming beneath her like she’s been edging him for three hours straight.
“M— Move,” he gasps, his hands releasing the sheets to grab at her hips tight enough to bruise. Subspace knows she won’t last long, and from the twitching of Medkit’s cock inside her, she doubts he will either.
Raising herself up a little bit, she rocks back and forth on Medkit’s cock, getting used to the feel and curve of it as it stretches her walls out and presses hard into her cervix every time she sinks down again. She doesn’t go slowly for long, Medkit’s hands on her hips helping her with every movement she makes.
“M-Meddyyyy– mhng, fuck, please, just like that—!” she screams when he loses control and his hips snap up as he pulls her down, the head of his cock stabbing at her g-spot with an intensity that borders on painful. She loves it so much, it’s much better than she thought it would be. She’s losing her fucking mind, Medkit’s cock pistoning in and out of her, and even though she’s riding him she’s not really in control.
Her claws slip down his chest, red lines appearing in their wake, and he grunts and groans with every push of her slick walls against his cock. “Fu-Fuck, Subspace, you feel so— fucking good—” he praises, breaking off into a whimper as his next thrust has Subspace clenching tightly around him, feeling herself nearing an orgasm. One hand leaves his chest to circle her clit, rubbing the little nub even though her fingers slip and she pushes on the spot where she and Medkit are connected.
They both whimper at that, Medkit’s blunted nails leaving crescent marks from how hard he holds her. Subspace finds herself dropping to claim his lips in a filthy kiss, her hips still bucking and rolling as her tail waves frantically behind her. One of her horns nicks Medkit’s cheek and he doesn’t even care, far more focused on Subspace’s tight, wet walls contracting around his dick.
“Close, c-closee,” she whines, powerless to stop the rolling of her hips. Medkit grunts agreement, kissing her again, only this time his teeth sink into her lower lip and bite down hard enough to break skin.
“Mmmghfg!” Subspace screams, muffled as Medkit sucks at the wound he’s just created. Oh Swords, that’s so hot. Her blood in his mouth, his tongue hungrily lapping at it, oh Swords. She’s so close. Her fingers press harder against her clit, rub at it more quickly as her body practically begs for release.
Slick is smeared all around her thighs and Medkit’s hips from how hard they’ve been fucking, the stickiness and the heat only adding to the delicious pleasure of it all. Skin meeting skin and squelching noises fail to drown out Subspace’s half-screams when Medkit bottoms out and his respondent moans each time her pussy tightens up on him.
All it takes is Medkit’s hand abandoning her hip to snatch at her tail again, gripping the base hard, and Subspace tips over that sweet edge as Medkit pants a lusty, “Cum for me,” into her ear.
“M-Meddy!” she wails as she spasms around his cock, sending him into his own release. His hips thrust up a few more times as hot seed pumps into her cunt, drawn further into her by the squeezing of her walls as she’s fucked through her orgasm.
She collapses on top of the doctor, hardly conscious. He seems equally dazed and unwilling to pull his cock out, hissing when she shifts atop him. His hand smooths down her back and she relaxes, content to lie atop her Meddy until discomfort eventually forces them apart again.