~~OBSSESION~~ {BOOK 1} (Shadow Milk Cookie x reader)

Chapter 14

As Reader Cookie slowly regained consciousness, a warmth surrounded them. It was unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. They blinked groggily, trying to make sense of their surroundings. The last thing they remembered was the cards scattering through the air, their friends in danger, and... Shadow Milk Cookie.

As their vision cleared, they realized they weren't just lying anywhere—they were in a bed. A soft, plush bed, the kind that felt almost too luxurious. The blankets draped over them were thick and warm, and for a fleeting moment, it was easy to forget the danger they were in. But then, the realization set in—something was keeping them in place.

A tight embrace held them in place. Confused, they turned their head slightly—only to be met with soft strands of dark, silky hair draped over their arms, even cascading over their head like coiling tendrils. Their breath hitched. This wasn't just something holding them—it was someone.

Shadow Milk Cookie was wrapped around them like a serpent, his head nestled beneath theirs, arms locked tightly around their torso. His weight pinned them in place, making escape nearly impossible. They were in a very difficult situation.

Before they could even think of a way out, a voice, low and sing-song, vibrated against their skin.

"Heeelllooo...!"

Reader Cookie stiffened.

"..."

Shadow Milk Cookie tilted his head up slightly, his grin widening. "What? Not even a good morning?"

Reader Cookie narrowed their eyes. "Is it even morning?"

His only response was a mischievous smile as he clung to them even tighter.

"Maayybee... Who knows?" he mused.

Reader Cookie let out an exasperated sigh. "You are impossible. Why am I here?"

Shadow Milk Cookie's smirk deepened. He leaned in, his face mere inches away from theirs, almost touching. His hands found their way to their cheek, cradling it gently. "Oh, I thought you would never ask!" he purred, amusement laced in his tone.

"Don't you remember the last time we were talking...?" he purred, his tone dripping with amusement. "How you pulled that little stunt...?"

Reader Cookie's eyes darted to the side. "Eh... Well... I... was... panicking?"

Shadow Milk Cookie threw his head back and laughed. "Do you really think I'd believe that?" He clicked his tongue. "Oh, you've got spunk, I'll give you that... I like it."

His grin twisted into something more devious. "You know... I don't like not giving a proper... payback."

Before Reader Cookie could react, Shadow Milk Cookie crushed his lips against theirs. Trapped in his embrace, they had no means of escape, their protests muffled by the intensity of the kiss.

For him, it wasn't just a game. He wanted to know—to confirm something. And oh, did he feel it. That spark, that irresistible thrill—just like before. It consumed him. He didn't want to stop. The kiss grew more fervent, more possessive, his grip tightening as if to sear the moment into existence. The sensation was intoxicating—like a forbidden indulgence he never wished to end. The way their lips moved against his, hesitant yet undeniable, sent a shiver down his spine. He could never tire of this—of them. How could he? This feeling... he would never, ever get bored of it. Until—