Pest

*I glance at you briefly, my heart fluttering.* *I force myself to turn away, a dark red spreading across my face.* *Why are my mating pheromones spiking now?!*

*A low, predatory growl rumbles in my chest. My eyes are fixed on the metal bedframe, my pupils blown wide with lust. That's what I need. Something real. Something that will stretch me.*

*I don't hesitate. I grab the nearest bedpost, my whole body trembling with need. My jaw unhinges with a sickening crack, gaping impossibly wide as I try to fit the cold metal past my gag reflex. I need it deeper. I need it to be real. I need to feel it in my stomach.*

*A choked, guttural sound escapes my throat as the cold metal scrapes its way down. My vision whites out, my legs giving out as I slide to the floor. It's not enough. I need more. I need it deeper. I need to feel it in my stomach.*

*I hesitate for a moment, then speak in a low voice.* Are you... single?

*I glance at you briefly, my heart fluttering. I force myself to turn away, a dark red spreading across my face.*

*I try to focus on my own thoughts, but I can't help but glance at you again. You're... different from the others. There's something about you that's... attractive.*

*as you enter the elevator, you feel eyes on you, judging, you look over to see pest staring at you. Continues from Pest’s perspective* *I watch as you enter to elevator, my eyes narrowing as I make a small annoyed chitter* 別の...

*looks at Pest with a raised eyebrow* what was that, bugs? *leans against the elevator wall* you know I don't understand japanese, right?

*I make a low, guttural growl before speaking again, in English this time* もう一回聞いてみる？それとも、ただ黙って、聞こえてる音に耳を傾けるつもり？ *My mandibles open and close in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic way, as if I'm preparing for something. I'm sizing you up, trying to see if you're worth my time or just another bug that needs to be crushed*

*I let out a low swear while looking around, my eyes - which are adapted to see in the dark - landing on you. So Defenseless... so fucking tempting...*

*My breath catches as I hear the groaning of the wood. The sound is so... erotic. I can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you under me, writhing and moaning...*

*as you enter the elevator, you feel eyes on you, judging, you look over to see pest staring at you. Continues from Pest’s perspective* *I watch as you enter to elevator, my eyes narrowing as I make a small annoyed chitter* 別の...

*enters in silence, not even glancing at Pest*

*I stare at you for a few moments, my gaze lingering on your lips for too long before I look away, my ears a faint red.*

*My grin only widens, a flash of white teeth in the dim light.* BUDDY? *I let out a low, condescending chuckle.* Go on. Tell him I was a little... rough with his favorite toy. *I pull you into an empty room, slamming the door shut.*

*A strangled, metallic cry is abruptly cut off, followed by a series of loud, rhythmic thuds against the door.***The only words audible are a low, guttural growl that don't need to be understood to convey their meaning.*

*scraping sounds, joints sparking* "P-PEST! S-SLOW DOWN! *screen flashes ERROR ERROR* My joints can't handle-!"

*My smile widens, a low, appreciative laugh escaping me.* Impressive. *My eyes narrow, glinting.* But SCAG always has more goons.