~I bleed red~ | An Ink x Reader

WARNING! WARNING! THERE IS A LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER! IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT, I HAVE A SAFETY LINE BEFORE AND AFTER IT'S DONE! THANK YOU!

~Y/n's POV~

I have no idea how long me and Ink have been exploring the house. Right now, we were freezing because we had just had a snowball fight in a replica of Snowdin forest.

"M-Maybe we can go s-somewhere warm this time?" I asked with my arms tightly crossed to preserve heat.

"Yeah, what time is it anyway?" He asked as we exited the forest through a door that had suddenly appeared. We were back in the hallway and a clock had appeared, like it knew we wanted the time.

It was 1 AM, had we really been out that long? I gulped, nerves and excitement crawling up my back.

I could tell Ink was thinking about it too, a rainbow blush was present on his face as he stared at the clock.

"Everyone's asleep now..." I commented, hinting at our previous arrangement to... Was it normal to plan that sort of thing? Isn't it supposed to be unexpected?

"Yeah..." Ink replied, looking nervous and somewhat expectant.

"Are... Are you sure you want to? I'm alright with it, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I don't want want you to... regret it later." He added, concern flooding his face.

I answered by leaning forwards to kiss him, he wasted no time and kissed back. It wasn't lustful or extreme, but gentle and understanding. His hands were placed on my waist and mine were wrapped around his neck.

As much as I loved this gentle embrace, it wouldn't do considering the circumstances. I made the first move, pressing my tongue against his mouth. Almost like he was waiting for me to do it, his mouth opened at once and our tongues met in a familiar dance.

Ink slowly backed me into a wall, trying to be as gentle and passionate at the same time. His hand inched from my waist to my butt, squeezing it gently. I moaned quietly into his mouth, signaling that I was okay with it.

I felt him move his hand to something to the left of us. By the sound of it, it was a doorknob. He pulled me inside, still not breaking the kiss.

I was blindly following him into the unknown room, but I completely trusted him. He suddenly fell backwards, pulling me with him. We didn't land on the floor though, but on something soft and comfortable.

I finally broke from the kiss, I needed air anyway. I was on top of Ink, but I could tell we were on a red bed.

I glanced around the room. It was small, the only furniture was the bed and bedside tables on each side. On each of these tables was a series of very pleasant smelling candles.

The bed it's self was extravagant. The blankets were ruby red, and almost seemed to sparkle. The exposed pillows were a lovely shade of lilac. Purple see-through curtains draped around the entire bed, giving at least a little privacy. It also made me feel closer to Ink. Through the curtains, I could tell the walls were painted rose red. Speaking of roses, rose petals were scattered on the bedspread. Over all, this place was a total perfect cliche. But I loved it.

"I had no idea you were such a romantic." I smiled, still surveying the room. I was still sitting on Ink, but I decided not to move.

"I hope you like it... I can change it if you want..." He replied, not looking confident at all.

"I love it." I said, leaning down to make out with him again. We wasted no time and got heated immediately. Ink flipped me over softly so he was on top, I had a feeling he was going to be dominant.