You walked inside your home, whistling and carrying your school books. You immediately took off your flats, setting them aside, and your books on the coffee table near your door. Switching to humming, you started giving a gentle skip to your step on the way to the kitchen. The mid-thigh navy blue skater dress you wore was swaying with your body.
You started making a sandwich, slowly turning your humming into a very vocal song. You were too focused on your swift movements, perfectly tuned voice, and sandwich making to realize a familiar presence was escaping your room. They leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen, clearly not hiding from you. Due to this, you should feel embarrassed if you learned just how long it took you to realize he was there.
"Death? Why're you here?" you paused, in the middle of putting mayo on the bread. He huffed, tilting his head to look away from you. This made you frown, and you walked over to stand beside him. "So," you spoke softly. "What's wrong this time, skeleton?"
It took a few seconds before the horseman looked at you. "I worry for my siblings."
"Hmm." This wasn't new. They often ran off to do their own thing now that they appeared free from the leash of the council. Their watch had shrunk since the resurrection of mankind. Death recently spent most of his time with the humans, whether it be watching over you, or living with you. You two had taken a fair bit of liking to each others company, much to his dismay. However, he never entered your home without you being aware. You knew something was wrong.
You backed off, hopping up and sitting on the counter beside your W.I.P sandwich. "What'd they go do now?"
Death let out a sigh, shifting the weight on his feet. "Off on their own, separate ways. I believe War underestimated the situation he has put himself in."
"Ah, I see." You smiled in his direction, and even moreso when you saw him looking at you. "You're just stressing yourself out." You heard him scoff, crossing his arms slightly tighter to himself. "They're fine. They're horsemen, just as you are. You all have been fine until now, you'll continue to be so. Your brothers and sister are capable of handling themselves, they're not children anymore."
"I am aware, y/n." He uncrossed his arms, standing straight in the doorway and pushing a hand against it. "That does not mean I will not concern myself about it."
"I'm aware, Death." You chuckled lightly. "That doesn't mean you should." You tilted your head down, alternating with kicking your legs ahead of you. Death stared at you, watching as you picked up a piece of bread and continued plastering the mayo on it as you remained on the counter. He kept staring, and you could feel it. You felt the air growing tense, and eventually you shifted your eyes to look at him. You could've sworn he was looking you up and down, but you brushed it off.
"I promise they're fine, Death. Calm yourself." You tried giving him a reassuring smile, but it faltered when the rider turned away completely and scratched the back of his neck. His side was facing you now, and it stayed that way for several seconds until he turned to you again.
"You should not make promises of things you have no control over, Y/n."
"Yeah yeah," you set the bread down, opening a pack of cheese to place on it. "I just wanna help you with your stress is all."
There was silence between you two, and he continued to stare again. You started humming, to fill the empty sounding room. You were opening a pack of lunch meat when you heard the horsemans slow, steady footsteps move closer to you. Things stayed silent, until you let out a small gasp. Gentle fingertips traced themselves on the side of your knees. You froze, not daring to move. The rider slowly traced his thumbs and index fingers over the outer sides of your thighs, stopping at the hem of your dress, pushing it up only slightly before trailing back down to your knees again.
He repeated this several times, each time daring to go higher on your legs, slowly moving his hands between your thighs. The final time he got to your knees, he gently pushed them open enough for him to slip between your legs as they dangled off the counter, now at his sides. He placed his hands flat on your knees, silently rubbing circles with his thumbs. It was obvious you were ignoring his motions, both of his hands left your knees. You kept staring at his stomach, until you felt his fingers grab your chin to pull your head up.
Your eyes widened in response, seeing he'd just taken his mask off. Sure, he'd do that around you once and awhile, but only when he was feeling particularly secure and vulnerable with you, like the time's you'd open up to each other about the most random but deep things. His expression was stoic as usual, but his half lidded eyes are what really threw you out of bounds. The hand holding your chin slid to caress your jaw, your cheek, and finally pushing a chunk of your hair behind your ear and over your shoulder.
His free hand went back to feeling your thigh, you felt his calloused palm covering a majority of it as it trailed up and down your leg the same as before, but pushing its luck all the way up to the edge of your underwear. Half of your mind wanted to protest, but the other half said that everything was okay- no, perfect.
Death leaned down, pushing his forward on the side of your head just above your ear. His hot breath hitting your now exposed jaw, ear, and neck, sending shivers down your whole body. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. The hand that wasn't on your leg was beginning to trace its fingers along your opposite side, slowly turning into his hand pressing to it and trailing to your back.
The rider pulled you against him from your back, the other now firmly grasping your behind. The sudden movement caused you to jolt, pushing your hands up on his shoulders. He pressed his lips against yours, and you didn't hesitate to return it. Your arms snaked around his neck, one hand intertwining with the hair against his scalp. You both desperately tried to deepen the kiss, as Death tried pressing you against him as much as he could. Eventually you were forced to pull away for air, giving him a gentle push on the chest. You nearly melted when the horseman let out a quiet whine and nipped your lip as he allowed you to pull away.
"This is a new side of you, I didn't know you held so many surprises Death." you said, panting slightly.
"You claimed to want to help with my stress." the rider nearly growled his words, pushing his hips towards your groin a few times.
You let out a puff of air, arching your back, causing your chest to push against him. Your stomach let out a loud growl, and you whined in response. "I'm hungry though, I was making a sandwich for a reason."
"Forget the damn sandwich, y/n." you let out a shriek as Death nipped at your neck, wrapping an arm around your back and under your butt, lifting you and carrying you to your bedroom.