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“....I really don’t wanna go to school tomorrow.” Cuphead said, bringing up a new topic as Bendy and him sat in the latter’s room.
“No, me neither.” Bendy agreed. “Do you think we should skip? I mean, we don’t really have anything going on tomorrow, right?”
“I have an English test that’s why I don’t wanna go.” Cuphead groaned. He flopped down onto his bed as Bendy sat in his desk chair.
“Oh, damn, good luck.” Bendy sighed, his face full of sympathy for the cup. So far, the two had been enjoying their weekend immensely, but now that school was back in the picture, they seemed to be drained of energy or anything to do.
For a while, they just remained in silence, with Bendy tipping Cuphead’s desk chair back and forth and the cup just about ready to take a nap. The silence wasn’t exactly awkward, but it definitely wasn’t preferred. Cuphead, aiming for something to do, sat up from his bed and headed towards his bedroom door, deciding to get a snack or something to drink from downstairs.
That WAS the plan until he tripped over Bendy tipping his goddamn chair.
Cuphead quickly stumbled over faster than he could fully comprehend, dropping to the floor and onto his knees. Bendy instantly stopped tipping the chair as he looked down at the aching cup.
“Oh, shit, sorry. You alright?” The demon asked.
“...yeah…yeah, I’m fine.” Cuphead said, his voice slightly strained. His knee ached a bit, but it probably wasn’t anything to worry about.
He began to pick himself up, getting ready to stand before he felt a foot softly tap his back, causing him to pause his movements and look up in curiosity.
He saw Bendy looking at him with a blank stare, still sitting as he kept one of his shoes pressed onto the cup’s back.
“...uh…Ben…?” Cuphead asked quietly before noticing the demon’s slight smile.
“I like how you look like this.” Bendy grinned, pressing his shoe even harder into Cuphead’s back, keeping the cup down on the floor. Cuphead felt his face begin to heat up. He wasn’t used to Bendy being so….forceful. Sure, he and the imp had made out a few times, but those were more even moments between them. Cuphead was used to Bendy giving him praise and small kisses and nips on his skin, NOT a power imbalance.
Cuphead was about to object to the demon’s forceful move before Bendy leaned over, softly grabbing the cup by the chin and forcing his head up more dominantly.
Any words that were aimed to leave Cuphead’s throat were now swallowed by nervousness and (as much as he’d hate to admit) excitement. The cup’s face burned like fire as blush consumed his face nearly instantly at Bendy’s bold movements, the imp smiling more sadistically as Cuphead’s head started to boil. If it wasn’t for the hand gripping his chin, Cuphead would’ve looked away in embarrassment.
“...What’re you doin’, Ben?” Cuphead asked bluntly, trying to keep a confident tone despite his wavering composure. His hands and legs were shaking with excitement and an anxious fire.
“...Experimenting. C’mon, I know you like being praised- what else do you like?” Bendy asked with a sly smile, his tail twitching behind him with eagerness.
Cuphead hesitated. In all honesty- he didn’t know. He didn’t even know he liked being praised or kissed or bitten until him and Bendy entered that domain.
“...How about we find out together?” Bendy smiled, his voice soft, but sadistic all the same. Cuphead felt the imp’s shoe lift off his back as the grip on his chin strengthened, pulling the cup upward and onto his knees.
“...uh…” Cuphead stammered. He hated how much he was liking this. Was he liking this? No, no, way. He couldn’t, could he? Was he?
His chest burned as much as his head boiled and his thighs continued to quake while he was being held under Bendy’s threatening grip. The imp’s movements reeked of danger, but instead of fear Cuphead could only feel pure unfiltered excitement coursing throughout his entire body. Bendy continued to stare down at the cup sadistically. It was obvious what kind of thoughts were shifting through the demon’s mind.
“...Don’t look at me like that.” Bendy said bluntly. His words only made Cuphead more eager to continue whatever the hell this was. “Look at how red your face is. Or how much you’re shaking. You’re loving this, aren’t you? You can act like you don’t care, but I know how you REALLY feel.”
Cuphead couldn’t admit it out loud, but God, Bendy was right. The thoughts and small fantasies moving in Cuphead’s mind were beyond frightening. He wanted the demon’s teeth marking every bit of his skin. He wanted to be gripped harshly and feel Bendy’s fingernails sink deep into dangerous places. But the most horrifying of all these little daydreams was how much he imagined Bendy grabbing his neck in between his hands and squeezing. Hard.
He imagined bruises forming on his skin, contrasting his normal light gray hue with dark blue and purple. Teeth marks all over his neck and collarbone made him shiver with fear and anticipation. He wanted it. Holy shit, he wanted it.
Defying Bendy’s grip on his chin, Cuphead shifted his body upward, his lips quickly meeting the demon’s and the pair swiftly moved into a fiery kiss. At first, Cuphead kept their usual pace, nice and slow to start- but the imp’s greed and passion overtook him as he immediately picked up speed, his tongue rough against the cup’s, hands instantly moving to his lover’s back and clawing at his skin through his clothes.
Each scratch filled Cuphead with a burning ecstasy. To make matters better or worse, each time the two pulled away to allow themselves a sharp breath of air, Bendy would mutter the usual terms that caused Cuphead’s mind to go blank. Words like “good job” and “so good for me” and “you’re doing amazing” left the demon’s mouth in a tone so soft and loving it felt criminal considering how rough their bodies maneuvered.
Cuphead couldn’t take it anymore, and judging by how shaky the demon’s voice started to become, neither could he. With a sharp scratch across his back, Cuphead moaned breathlessly and shakily into the imp’s mouth, his throat quaking with pure excitement. His body continued to betray him as his head boiled and his legs shook, eventually giving way and causing him to fold for a moment, swiftly gripping onto Bendy’s thighs for support.
“...you’re enjoying yourself a little too much.” Bendy teased, watching as Cuphead breathed heavily and mercilessly. His mind was clouded. Almost completely blank. Fuck, if anyone could make him feel this animated about anything it was Bendy.
After allowing the cup a break, Bendy helped his lover back to his original spot, their lips meeting again as they continued to envelop themselves in a blissful intimacy. Almost immediately, Bendy flinched back, holding his hand over his mouth as he winced in pain.
Cuphead blinked back as his mind became alert, looking at the demon with a slight concern. He could feel a small dribble of saliva trickle down his chin as he brushed it away, secretly hoping it wasn’t Bendy’s.
“Ow! Cuphead your head is too hot again!” Bendy said as he continued to hold his mouth. Every now and then Cuphead’s face would boil over so much that it became impossible to touch without leaving a slight burn.
“Oh I’m sorry! C….can we keep going?” Cuphead said, tone apologetic as he tried to calm his head down.
Bendy uncovered his mouth as he pressed his lips together, trying to soothe his hurt. “Uh…how about we do something else?” He suggested. Cuphead’s face fell more than he expected.
“HAHA! Wow, you REALLY liked that! Look at you! You’re so upset that we can’t keep making out pfffft-” Bendy snickered as he reacted to Cuphead’s change in demeanor. Despite his efforts, the cup could feel his face begin to heat up again, this time with embarrassment.
“...Well…I mean if you liked it so much I don’t see why we should COMPLETELY stop..” Bendy shrugged, causing the cup’s expression to light up with hope. “We probably shouldn’t kiss, but….is there anything else you can think of that you’d want us to do together?”
There were, in fact, a million things Cuphead would love for Bendy to do to him. Most involved the cup being covered in bruises, but he was hesitant to share such wants, keeping quiet as he shrugged, trying to hide the excited emotions that came with such fantasies.
“Pfft c’mon.” Bendy scoffed. “Don’t get quiet. What do you wanna do? I KNOW your ass has something in mind, Cuphead, you weird as hell.”
Cuphead bit his lip as he tried not to laugh. Even if he was confident enough to actually ADMIT what he wanted, how the hell was he supposed to word that shit?????
“Uh…I guess….I…fuck, I don’t know.” He stammered. Bendy rolled his eyes and groaned as he leaned back in his seat. “Boring. That’s okay, though. Let me know if you wanna continue.” The demon smiled reassuringly, patting Cuphead’s shoulder as he started looking for something else to do.
Cuphead’s heart sank. He knew there was more he wanted to do. So, so, badly. He swallowed hard. He wanted to hear Bendy’s voice giving him little praises again. Feel his teeth all over his skin, feel his limbs ache from how rough the demon touched him. He breathed slowly before placing a hand on Bendy’s thigh, catching the imp’s attention. Silently, the cup moved his hand from his lover’s thigh to his fingers, grasping his hand gently as he moved it towards his neck, his stomach dropping and his legs quaking again as he placed Bendy’s hand on his throat.
“...No. No, that won’t work.” Bendy said, immediately understanding what Cuphead was asking for him to do. It made his heart pound with excitement to see the cup just as eager as him. “I want you to say it.”
“..I…uh…” Cuphead stammered, his throat tightening up.
“C’mon, you can do it.” Bendy grinned, leaning in closer to Cuphead. “Tell me what you want.”
It took a few moments of silence before Cuphead breathed slowly, attempting to regulate his nervousness as he looked to Bendy, gripping his hand tighter.
“...Choke me…I want you to…” Cuphead said, a smile forming on his lips that he couldn’t suppress. “...I REALLY want you to.”
It didn’t take long for the imp to give in, his hands immediately gripping Cuphead’s neck, causing the cup to inhale sharply with excitement and fear. The adrenaline rush he faced as Bendy squeezed his hands around his throat was pure bliss. Shots of euphoria flurried throughout him as he choked out a breathless laugh, only for Bendy to usher one of his hands to quickly unbutton Cuphead’s undershirt, pulling his collar down and exposing more of his collar bone and shoulder. As Bendy placed his hand back on the eager cup’s throat, his mouth immediately clamped down on his lover’s shoulder, his sharp teeth sinking deep into Cuphead’s unmarked skin. One of the demon’s favorite things to do, admittedly, was to mark up the cup’s skin every chance he got, and like always, this sharp movement caused Cuphead to choke out a strained moan, immediately shutting his mouth tight and biting his lip to suppress such groans from escaping.
His head pounded like never before. Bendy’s grip was dangerous. Sadistic. It was driving him absolutely insane with excitement and joy beyond his comprehension. He wondered if he would pass out. He wondered why the thought of blacking out at Bendy’s hand made him even more excited than before.
Bendy licked and nipped away at Cuphead’s aching skin, enjoying the fact that he was able to feel the cup’s heart beat through it. His tail wrapped around Cuphead’s shaking thigh, keeping him steady as his entire body shook. Little moans continued to escape Cuphead’s lips, (though they were extremely breathless and choked out,) as Bendy ushered words of praise and comforting phrases that strongly contrasted his rough and furious movements.
(((((((the dichotomy is crazy/ref lmfao take me seriously)))))))))
Cuphead could feel himself losing consciousness as his mind reeled, though just before he was about to black out, Bendy released the cup from his death-like grip, causing Cuphead to stumble over as he gasped and choked for air.
Bendy placed his hands on Cuphead’s pained shoulders, keeping him steady while he caught his breath.
“Holy shit, you okay?” Bendy asked, eyes wide as he stared at Cuphead with concern. The cup responded with a smile as he rubbed his neck, wincing slightly as he looked at Bendy.
“I love you.” He said, voice hoarse and strained. “Fuck, I love you so much. Please do that again.”
Bendy snickered at his lover’s newfound confidence, finding joy in how shameless he was.
“Maybe some other time. I think I went a little too hard on you.” He grinned as Cuphead leaned into him, breathing heavily and slowly as he hugged the imp, allowing Bendy to gently caress his back.
They got ice cream after to help Cuphead’s throat awwww :)
And they also went to Rite-aid to get some bandages for Cuphead’s neck because that thing was covered in bruises.