L Rawlins Jealousy Sex

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L Rawlins didn't ever believe that they could be built to be jealous. They were never jealous with their spouse, not even once, even if people did flirt. They were so confident in their own relationship, one where they had a child, had quite a long marriage (for a human, for werewolves it was seen as "just getting started"), one where they had been in love with one person since they were still a young pup. They only had felt jealous over their mother’s clear favoritism towards their younger sibling, or when they were younger and their father believed that a period of Puritan living would help the pack acclimate. L would never have much until their father died and they themself became the head of the pack.

Long story short… L isn’t jealous. Ever. 

Until they are. 

They are very touchy about the Witch, very conscious about their public image, at least with their own pack. L is very aware of their age gap, which would be at least 30 years when the game begins, and would be touchy about jokes, even light hearted teasing from Riley about having a personal “kept”... Paramour. A mistress. A rent boy. L hates these jokes a lot. 

Worse, is that they are very aware of the fact that E and the Witch are incredibly close in age, just a few years apart, which E themselves like to bring up. They feel old and dirty whenever it’s focused on. But unless the Witch also has these concerns and wants to break up, they’re staying right by their side. In fact, all these words just make them grip the Witch tighter, wanting to keep them even closer. 

Now, here’s where it gets heated. 

They hate going out. They’re a homebody. Of all the people the Witch interacts a lot with, the ones who WANT to go out, are S Della Rovere, E Rawlins, Quincy Beaumont, V De Winters. A Lancaster would go out sometimes along with, funnily enough, both demons, Saleos and Seir. Other homebodies, along with L, are D Woolf, Starling Knight and Z Chambers. 

So, they know if the Witch prefers to be home, or if they want to be out, with some of their other friends. But it doesn’t mean that things don’t get back to them. That people (probably E) are making cracks that you deserve someone younger, someone who can keep up with you, propositions made to you, all shared by Riley, picking at his nails with a sly grin, excited to watch as his pack leader struggles to not snap the pen in their hand, or crush the edge of the desk with the strength of their grip. 

A very formal letter arrives at your door within an hour, asking you to come to the manor as soon as possible. L struggles to let you know what sort of emotions lie behind their letters, it’s deeply anxiety inducing, especially when you’re being summoned like this. 

L would pretend that everything’s all okay, even if the smile on their face is tight and uncomfortable. It isn’t until you’re in their office, sitting on the settee with them. 

Luther, who already seems to dwarf the seat he was sitting in (he just seems too big for most seats made for gentlemen with his broad shoulders and muscular frame), seems uncomfortable, watching you for a while before just slipping their hand down, to rest on your thigh. It was the most forward he’d ever been, he is not one for overt forwardness. 

Then, somehow, even more surprising, he pulls you into his lap, gripping your hips tightly. 

Loralei, however, takes a moment to drink two fingers of a honey liquor she liked before calmly walking over to you and straddling your lap. Whether female or male, she doesn’t care, she’s staring into your eyes, face framed by her gray and black hair. Just watching, like a wolf, before beginning to pull at your clothes, wanting to see more. 

They're incredibly bitey when they’re jealous, but a part of them is always held back, not wanting to risk accidentally turning you. But fuck, do they try to mark you up within an inch of your life. Biting and sucking, and focusing on making you cum. Cum more times than they do, always pushing your hands away when you try to reciprocate. 

L will never share why they will continue to suddenly call you over, to sit on his lap, or hers on yours, needing to tease you clumsily, and fuck you thoroughly.