Puppeteer x Reader

Part Five

Chests pressed together, shivers running down your spine as you felt Puppeteer's warm breath fan against your neck. First he's pissed at you for laughing at him tripping over furniture, now he's seducing you? Not that you minded, of course. You'd been wanting to take it the next step for a while now. Taking a breath of confidence, you grasped the lapel of his coat (which you have no idea how he can be wearing in eighty degree weather) and started to push it off his shoulders. Puppeteer pressed closer, trailing lips up your neck, tracing your jawline, brushing your lips and staying there, still as stone. After a moment, you grew impatient, and tried to press your lips firmer against his, only for him to pull away at the same speed, keeping his lips just barely touching yours.

You opened your eyes, realizing you don't remember when you closed them, and gave his vibrantly glowing eyes a half-hearted glare. That seemed to push him though, because he immediately pressed his lips harder to yours, giving way to a passion you've never felt from him, from anyone, before. Eyes flicking shut, you try to keep up with the passion, the need, of his kiss. 

Breath coming faster, fingers gripping his hoodie, you let him push you further against the wall, felt his tongue trace your bottom lip. You opened your lips a bit wider, your tongue meeting his at the entrance, dancing as he explored new territory. 

Puppeteer pulled away so you could breathe, only to attack your neck, trailing kisses, scraping teeth against the most sensitive spots.

"Puppet..." You breathed out his name, shivering at the growl of response, it's vibrations against your neck.

He pulled you off the wall, then lifted you into his arms, carrying you like a newlywed to your bedroom. Soon as he crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut, mischief glinting in his smirk, eyes flashing to yours filled with lust.

... You had a hard time waking up in the morning.