❝ FEITAN ❞
lower case intended

who would've thought that a small, sadistic man like Feitan will fall in love with such a decent woman like me? his roughness, pungency, poured out in our heated session was enough proof for his feelings at me. after all, i like those foreplay in the beginning but nothing felt much better than feeling him inside me.

"Are you comfortable?"

i asked him, now positioned above me, while i'm hugging his tiny head, buried on my soft chest. Feitan, the midget, hummed before tightening the hold of his arms on my waist.

"I like your scent."

i chuckled a bit, not wanting to move because i want him to enjoy the position we're in right now.

"You're the king of foreplay, Feitan."

playing with his soft, silky hair, i chimed to break the silence. i'm very thankful to Chrollo for at least giving us a day-off. an auction is about to occur tomorrow here in York New and i know that Feitan and i will barely have time for each other again. next thing i'll know, he'll slump on this bed after the mission and get up tomorrow afternoon. this little rascal always sleeps like a log that's why no matter how i punch him in the face while sleeping, he won't wake up.

"Mhm-mhm, I mastered it for you."

his high-pitched tone aired before squeezing my left breast, making me squeal. Feitan giggled at my action before fixing his position and is now lying beside me.

"Are you tired? It's just 3 in the morning, you want early breakfast snacks?"

i asked while playing with his hair again. he then caught my hand to stop me from what i'm doing. he brought it to his face, now checking the bruises on my wrists. uh, yeah. he brought chains, belts, even cards from Hisoka to have a complete and exciting foreplay a while ago. it hurt me though but moaning and begging just made Feitan more turned on than ever.

"I'm sorry for the bruises, Y/N. I...promise to loosen up next time—"

"It's fine, it's just pain. After all, I'm sadistic too." i cut him off, winking. he chuckled before giving me another rough kiss on the lips, biting my bottom lip but i declined his request for an entrance. pushing him off, i grabbed my clothes on the floor.

"I'm hungry. I'll make something. Waffles?"

the midget nodded. "Sounds good. Want me to help?"

"Sounds pretty good too, but I'm worried you might not reach the counter."

i laughed so hard at my joke, leaving Feitan pouting like a baby. seriously, my whole body's still in pain but the hunger i feel is enough to keep me going. the midget chose to cover himself with a blanket, proceeding to his sleep. truth be told, he might be sadistic, strong, and seriously rough, once you made fun of his height, he'll start acting like a baby.

don't worry, i'll just comfort him later by giving him his favorite waffles.

walking to the kitchen, i grabbed the needed ingredients for my snack when i felt a strong pair of arms enveloped my waist.

"Stop making fun of me."

this little rascal nuzzled his face on my back as i felt my cheeks burning again. his rough hands are brushing against my skin, making me turned on again but i made sure that he won't notice.

"Oh my, I really thought there's a dwarf behind me!"

i acted like i'm very surprised, putting both of my hands on my mouth. Feitan narrowed his eyes at me, looking up to met my gaze but in the end, i laughed at him once again before helping him sit on the kitchen's counter.

yes, i'm treating him like a baby. he face palmed while i started doing the waffles, leaving him rolling his eyes.

"Now, you're treating me like a baby."

"You are a baby," i said while beating the eggs. "My baby, to be exact."

"There, sounds better. But want me to heat the pan for you?"

"Can you reach the stove?"

"I said to stop making fun of me, Y/N." his voice turned serious, giving me the hint to give up.

chuckling, i surrendered. "Fine, fine. Do whatever you want."

he won't back off anyways, he'll still insist to help me with what i'm doing. he jumped down from the counter before proceeding on opening the cabinets to look for the materials we'll need for cooking.

"Found them." he snapped, facing the gas stove but since...he really can't reach that much, he grabbed a small chair before standing on it. i want to laugh so bad but he might end up pointing his sword at me again or punish me on the bed after this meal that's why i chose to keep my mouth shut.

"You wanna laugh, e?"

"H-huh? Of course not, Feitan. Stop thinking silly things."

"Defensive."

he spits back, turning the stove on. since he can easily read my actions, i just enveloped my midget with a warm hug, leaving him speechless. i smelled his hair which really smells pleasant (he's not using baby shampoo, isn't he?) before i felt him turn around and give back my hug. he buried his face on the crook of my neck, leaving love bites again. i moaned under his touch as i begged for him to stop. the oil's started boiling and we both knew we need to stop this activity before it gets deeper and before our kitchen gets burned.

"We'll continue later."

Feitan warned using his serious tone, causing a crimson blush to creep on my face again. "S-sure."

"I'll punish you for making fun of my height."

i choked on my saliva before looking at Feitan. is he serious?! but by the look on his face, yes, he's damn fucking serious.

"You'll have the best sex ever, Y/N..." he said before calmly putting the mixture on the pan to make waffles.

"...later. On the bed. With me."

Well, Feitan will always be Feitan. And that's what I like about him.