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Imre - nsfw drabble

Added 2025-06-12 15:36:52 +0000 UTC

You pull the turtleneck over your skin.

"It has not magically stretched in the last five minutes, cielo," he says.

You tsk, "this is embarrassing."

Imre smiles curtly, "how so?"

You look away from him, catching the eye of a passing girl. Her eyes zero in your neck. You sigh and look back at Imre.

"Yes?" he prompts you to continue.

"Everyone sees these hickeys, Imre. I'm marked up. It looks like I have a skin condition or something with how much you kissed me," you explain.

Imre squints his eyes nearly imperceptibly, "and that bothers you?"

You groan, "obviously. You don't get it because you're fine."

Imre snorts and leans in closer. Before you can push him away he latches onto your skin and sucks, his teeth scraping against your sensitive bruises. You look around frantically, the patrons of the cafe sit around you on the tables, sipping their coffee and reading newspapers.

Imre is surprisingly strong, and you can't get him off until he decides to let go with a slight pop. He stare at him in shock, he takes a slow sip of his coffee, eyeing you over the rim.

When he sets his cup back down he answers your stare with his own. "You should never be ashamed of what I do to you under the covers. Nene/a. It's a normal aspect of life. People have sex. People mark their lovers as their own and I will continue marking you," his hand snakes along your thigh to grip your knee, "until everyone knows you belong to no one but me."

He reaches over to adjust your turtleneck, baring your neck for all to see.