ā§āĖā SashiAvi's Kinktober Week One āĖāā§
#1 | Humiliation | #1
Sam x Reader - Word Count - 2872Ā
Ā°ā¢.Warnings - 18+ Smut | erotic/sexual humiliation, semi-public sex, degradation, dirty talk, exhibitionism, window sex, name calling, fingering, piv, doggy style, manhandling, submission, sam has a pierced dick- cause i said so
āOhh shit.. Look at you, Babe-ā Sam rasps from behind you, a kiss grazing against the back of your neck, a cool drag of a lip ring leaving a subtle prick, forcing the hairs on your skin to stand up. Your lips purse into a frowny pout, fingers curling against the dusty wooden windowsill right above his bed. A soft keen hums up from your throat, your head tipping forward to carefully bump into the glass of the window, back arching just that little bit more, hips rolling a careful rock against Samās knuckles.
A warm hand glides up your lower back, ceasing in the middle to give a press, forcing that arch into something nearly painful, your cheek now smushing against the cool glass. āFuck.. Thatās hotā¦ Youāre such a slut-ā Sam breathes, chuckling at the tail end of his sentence. His tone is boyish, the usual sweet ray of sunshine just creeping through the heavily arousal-laced rasp. If you listened closely, youād surely nearly hear an inkling of awkwardness just flicking into it all - After all, he was usually such a sweet lover.Ā
You donāt have time to ponder it, really, not with the way two of his long and deft fingers jam themselves into your weeping cunt, already squelching with dribbles of slick and arousal. It pools a cream-tainted mess around his knuckles, saturating whatever jewellery he still had on, a ring gone all slippery on his finger and bracelet beads surely turning sticky with the way your pussy cries down his wrist. You breathe out a long, whimper-filled sigh, the glass beneath your face heating up with your breath, droplets of condensation already beginning to form.
Your fingers flex against the window ledge, tongue licking up saliva that dares to nearly dribble down your chin, a careful, slightly bleary eye craning to see Sam in your peripherals. The room is dim, save for the careful shine of his desktop casting a dull light through the space, showing off the divots and curves etched into Samās slender frame. It's enough to illuminate the pair of you, enough for anyā¦ Potential outside onlookers to see your naked self arch back on your boyfriend's fingers.
āImagine someone walkinā out and seeing this..ā Sam trails off, it's almost like he reads your mind. Your gaze moves to the outside world, washed in darkness, the barest glint of warmth coming from the saloon just a short walk away. āWhat would they think..ā He ponders on, dragging his free palm up and down the expanse of your back, āShowinā yourself off like this.. Look- Getting fucked up against the window for anyone to see, doinā whatever I want-Ā Yeah, you want someone to see you.. Yāso gross..ā In response, you whine a sound of defiance, struggling to shake your head at him, the barest little āno..ā cutting up your throat.
āHahh.. Dunno- Youāre clenchinā on my fingers..ā Sam trails off, that free hand grazing up your navel, careful over your tummy, cupping one of your tits in a handful, kneading the flesh like a toy. The digits lodged in your cunt curl and squelch, giving a few hard flicks for good measure. Your arousal makes a mess of his wrist, forced up with his rough fucks. āSooo so wet, see? You like this, donāt ya? Like it when I'm rough with you? Yeah? Fuckinā slut..ā It's embarrassing just how much the nasty names have an effect on you, how they spark a zap in your brain and a pulse of arousal in your pussy, kissing squeezes against those fingers of his again.
āSammyyyy..ā Your tone is wobbly, edging almost on a beg, twisted up in a muddled plea born out of embarrassment. Pitiful. That's how you felt, at the mercy of Sam and his will, pressed up against his bedroom window, face-first into the glass, hyper-focused on any movement that disturbs the outside peace, all while showing off your dumb, slack-jawed, open-mouthed, fucked out face.
āWhat, huh? Havinā second thoughts?ā It's a jabbing tease, āSuddenly regretting this? What happened to the little slut from earlier, hnm? āOhh Sammy- Itāll be fun, Baby I promiseā~ Heh.. You wanted this..ā He mimics you, all babyish and condescending, punctuating his mocking with a rolling pinch to your nipple and a rough beckoning of fingers within your squeezy cunt. āWanted to ādo itā on the window, wanted to show off how much of a whore you are- Hohh fuck.. Yālike it when I call you names, right? Yeah, you do.ā The usual goofster ties those filthy words around his tongue like a cherry stem only to spit them out right in your face.Ā
āHmnn.. n-nuh uh.ā You airily try to bite back, try to prove him wrong, but how could you? Despite it all, no matter how much you denied it, you got off on the hot sear of mortification, the attempts to jab at your self-consciousness, throbbing arousal at the shame that could come with someone seeing a grossly horny slut like you.
āNo?ā You can hear the grin that tugs at Samās pierced lips, like heād been faced with some sort of challenge, āTrying to prove me wrong?ā His fingers slow, earning a sound from you that could only be described as something.. Woefully desperate.Ā
āWait- waitwait-ā Your throat cracks around the outward cry, already mourning the loss of pressure and friction, dejectedly pressing your sweat-dampened forehead to the cool surface of the window. Sam retracts his fingers with a slight chuckle, wiping away the leftover juices of your cunt on your skin, leaving a slick and quickly cooling streak in his wake. You hum out a sobby sound, squirming your hips in a desperate plea for friction, sneaking a peek behind you, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes.Ā
You have to stifle your excitement, still the jump of your heart at the clank of Samās belt buckle, with the way he fists into his pants to fish out his weepy cock, that flushed, pierced tip glinting with pre cum and the metallic flash of his dydoe. You keep your lips wobbling, sulky with want.
āYālook so dumb..ā He tilts his head at you, idly tugging a few strokes to his cock. You bite into your lip, swaying your hips in some kind of pathetic dance to entice him, that slick cunt of yours dribbling down one of your inner thighs. āWhat now, huh?ā Sam probes, āWant something?ā
āMore.. come backā¦ā You lean up on the windowsill, arching your back and spreading your legs, tucking your face into your shoulder.
āCanāt even make up your mind..ā Sam mutters, stifling a slight grin with a bite to his lip. He sighs a long and comfortable sound, that slight rasp of arousal bleeding the barest groan into it. His hands come up, cupping your outer thighs with a caress, giving a soft squish with his fingers, nails barely sinking into your skin. āYoba.. you are a slut.ā He spits it out like venom, knuckles bending as his finger pads press harder, hands following the soft, idle sway of your hips.
āCan't help it..ā You mumble into the skin of your shoulder, eyes downcast as if you were a scolded kid. Your toes fidget a wiggle, twitchy with anticipation, teeth sinking a soft bite into your inner cheek, lashes fluttering innocently at the man behind you.
āāCourse you canāt.. Fuck.. Yāso hotā¦ā Sam breathes it out, that meanness cracking ever so slightly, making you preen with satisfaction. āShould justā¦ fuck you like this..ā He chuckles, leaning over your frame to kiss a rough, teeth-filled smack on your neck, grazing you with the faint patch of facial hair that stubbled on his chin. The swell of his tip grazes against your slick-covered thigh, the heat from his hard cock leaving a warm spot, that little prick of cool from the piercing lodged in his tip imprinting your skin like a branding iron. It sparks excitement, a new flood of arousal fueled anticipation in your tummy. āWāadaya think?ā You know he frames it like a question, but there's a small little inkling that tickles down your gut that says you may not exactly have a choice in the matter.
And you were right.
Sam had you hiked up on the windowsill, hands balancing yourself flat against the glass, struggling for grip as he pummels your cunt from behind. Your tits squish against the resistant material, glass fogging around the shape of your body, condensation wetting fog and droplets in a decadent frame. Your tummy bumps into the cool glass with every thrust, skin kissing sticky-wet presses with each rough roll of Sam's hips. You can barely see out, body and breath fogging the glass, cheek smushed, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull, the dim light from the saloon washing away, blurred with each and every moaning breath you make.
āS-Sahhhmm..ā You feel your voice vibrate into your cheek, bouncing off of the glass. You try to tilt your head back to catch even a glimpse of your boyfriend, but it's all for naught, for the way his large hand threads into your hair, pushing your face back into the window. Your lips purse with the squish, another long hum purs from your throat, feeling helpless in the way he holds you, fucks you, all on display as if you were meat for the gallows. The full body press of the glass sparks that hot flood of arousal right onto the cock that fucks you, tacky skin leaving its mark, body heating up the surface into something dewy and slippery. You can only imagine the view in; your body shining with sweat and condensation, tits, cheek, palms and tummy sticking to the glass, pushing against the surface with each thrust of Samās hips. Itād be no question as to what you were getting up to; at best, some naked exhibition, at worst? Taking cock from behind like a slut in heat, desperate enough to show it off, telling the world, āmore, more, more!ā
Ohhh, but you love it. Sam knows you do, knows you like to look stupid and fucked out, knows youād do anything to feel that sickly hot sear of embarrassment. It was only a matter of time, really, going without panties under your skirt or taking Sam in the cold night air on the farm could only satisfy you for a whileā¦
The bed creaks under Samās thrusts, rickety against the wall, covers slipping into a mess underneath you, tangling with the fervour of fucking. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the cool glass beneath your cheek at the hot pudge of Samās cock bullying into your cunt. You push back on him, riding through each plap of his hips against your ass, taking his swollen length, cunt eagerly suckling him in with a wet, squeezy kiss. His hands fondle you, grabbing a feel of your hips, flattening a palm in between your sweaty shoulder blades, pushing down on the smooth of your back to squish you tighter against the glass. He holds you there, hard and mean, growling softly through his teeth, bleeding out his own moans.
You scrunch your brows, hyperfocusing on every sink of his cock, each time the tip bullies against your cervix, the grind of his base against your puffy cunt, those hands, the breath on your neck-! You let yourself moan, blinking open your eyes in a dazed, hazy look, gasping up a dribble of spit that drooled off of your tongue. The view out of the window was smudged with trickles of condensation, and that fucked-out unfocused, cross-eyed blur Samās cock brought upon you. And yet? You could still see a distinct movement in the distance.Ā
āS-Someoneās coming-!ā You try to choke, fingers squeaking against the moist glass in your attempt to find leverage.
āBetter be you- Hahh..ā Heās clearly amused, āYouāre all tight nā squeezinā..ā Sam slurs, face burying into your neck with kisses and nibbles, biting into your skin.
āN-No- Seriously, I.. I can s-see.. hahh ahnn~! Some..one-ā You can try to squirm, but Sam has you firmly squished between himself and the pane of the window. The light of the saloon distorts, shining brighter as the door opens to let somebody out, the warmth washing over the town square, leading right into Samās window. Whoever it is, they linger, probably talking to someone before they properly go for the evening. Your heart jumps to your throat, a soft panic washing over your shoulders, although, your cunt gives a tell-tale squeeze on Samās length, flexing with hot arousal.
āSo?.. Hahh- sāwhat you wanted, right-? Fuck.. Rub your clit, cāmon, put on a show, Babyā¦ā Sam babbles in your neck, his hips rhythmically rolling quick fucks against your core.Ā
āSammyyy..ā You whine a soft protest, leaning your weight on a sweat-moistened forearm, despite the plea, your fingers canāt help but obey. You circle your clit with a careful touch, feeling the sticky, creamy slick of your arousal on your fingers, feeling the bubble of Samās mixed-in precum that froths at your entrance, youāre sure Sam could see it, the ring of cream that messed over his cock. You suck in a breath, holding it in your lungs before you moan it out with a slur of his name, properly rocking back against him.
āThat's it- that's fucking it, cāmon, show 'em how much of a slut you are..ā Sam murmurs, pushing his palm more firmly into your back, keeping your flesh nice and flush to the glass. Each slight twitch of movement outside has your blood on fire, the one-off laugh from the saloon, the wisp of trees that sound like footsteps in the grass, the clumsy slam of the saloon door- Oh fuck-!
āS-Sammy.. Someone- Theyāreā¦ Think it- it's Shane or s-somethinā..ā You warn your boyfriend, worry overtaken with the way your fingers move, quick and desperate against your clit. āHeās gonna see..ā You whine and lament, pushing back harder, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, practically drooling over the way he fucks you.
āYouāre so gross getting off to this.. Not letting you down.. hahh.. ātill you cum.. yāknow.ā Sam threatens with a chuckle, airy and slightly hysteric, lost in his own sauce. Oh, how embarrassing it would be for poor old Shane, just minding his own business on his less-than-sober walk home and seeing you in such a state. Would he yell? Scoff? Wolf whistle your way and stick around for the show?
That last thought has you moaning out loud, rubbing quick, tight circles on the bud of your clit, legs quivering as they strain to hold you up. Your quick breaths have the glass totally fogged up, condensation dripping wet down the pane, leaking over your squished up tits in teary droplets. You feel it building, the taught strain of your orgasm winding itself in your guts, around the sticky thrusts of Samās cock, that bullying pierced tip hitting all the right spots- Accompanied by the familiar rub of your clit? And that hot fear of being watched.. Yeah, you were close.
āMā gonna cum.. Sammy- hahn Sam~ā You flutter your eyes, tracking movement from outside, lips wobbling into a frown born out of desperation, wrist aching at the quick flicks to get yourself off.Ā
āTell em- Tell them youāre cumming-!ā Sam groans into your neck, āMake 'em watch- Show them h-how you cum.ā He trails off into a whine, fingers tightening, hips snapping in rough and clumsy fucks.
āIām-! mā cumming! Hahh fuck imācumminggg..~ā You weep out, jolting with each hot flex of your orgasm, cunt kissing squeezy flexes against Samās cock. You feel all wet, creaming hard all over yourself, milking off the cock that stuffed you up, fingers faltering in desperate little circles to keep up with every pulse. You look out desperately into the night, a few tears daring to stream down your cheeks, a giggle in your chest as Sam manhandles you down into the crumpled up sheets of the bed.
He lays you down, face to face, jerking off his cock with feverish strokes, leaning over your body with a grit in his teeth and a crease to his eyebrows.Ā
āFuckkk.. Baby.. That was.. Fuck..ā He groans out, hiccuping a sound when he finally busts, cumming rope after hot rope over your sweat-glistening skin, warm spatters coating a whole new mess over your cunt and tummy. His chest heaves, body collapsing basically on top of you, messy and sticky, smushing cream and cum between you, peppering quick kisses all over your neck, cheeks and forehead.Ā
āShit..ā Sam sighs, out of breath and bewildered, eyes blown black, you can see the thump of his chest, heart battering fast. āWas that..ā He swallows, āWas I okay? Was that good? Mean enough?ā Sam probes you, looking down with a tilt to his head, as if he were a puppy looking for praise and a treat.
You nod and kiss his face, giggling to yourself, eyeing the human-shaped outline that framed the window, slowly dissipating as the glass cools down to the night airās temperature, swallowing thickly as footsteps crunch down the path that leads to the Ranch.
Woo! Kinktober! Sammy!!
This first prompt was provided by the lovely people at @stardewfanficwritersguild! I hope I did it justice and I look forward to posting more~
This fic was inspired by @deepestnightcolor's wonderfully yummy Sam fics <3 pls check them out if you haven't!
Thank You For Reading! I'd love to know your thoughts! Next fic will come Friday so stay tuned~
dumb little fox brother going into heat for the first time and wanting to fuck everything in sight. humping his pillow, the corner of the dining table, the shower head. it's bad, and he knows it won't go away until he's had a load of pups fucked into him. he wants it and bad.
his older wolf brother who's had plenty of experience with his own ruts, who's amused watching his little brother go around the house humping everything in sight like nobody's watching. it's cute, even if he'd never say it out loud, watching his little brother yip and whine as he cums and cums but it's never enough. he doesn't bring it up, content to let his little brother suffer in his heat.
that is until his darling little brother straight up presents himself to him one day out of the blue. he's just sitting in the living room on his phone when he hears little brother call his name.
"what is it?" he asks, eyes still focused on his phone, oblivious to the fact that the younger boy has gotten on his knees, his ass raised while his face presses against the floor. his tail is wagging, as if to entice the older boy.
"pay attention to me," the foxboy whines, looking back at his older brother. and finally, when the older brother does look up from his phone, he nearly chokes on air. the device in his hands clatters to the floor.
"what the fuck are you doing?" he barks, but despite his shock and forced "anger," his cock twitches to life. it's not his fault that his little brother has the prettiest cunt he's seen, all wet and dripping and just begging to be knotted. "god, put your clothes back on."
"c'mon, you know you want to," the younger brother wiggles his hips, arching his back a little more. if his brother doesn't help, he'll probably end up just fingering himself stupid on the floor with their dad's boxers shoved against his face.
"you're a fucking pervert, dude," he says, though it's not clear whether it's to himself or his brother because he's getting up from the couch and shoving his pants down around his thighs. kneeling behind the younger boy, he grabs his hips and yanks him back to grind his hard cock through his folds.
"look who's talking," little brother giggles, biting his bottom lip as his older brother humps his pussy. he can practically feel the knot already inside of him and it makes his walls clench around nothing, his pussy hungry for a hot load. and then he's being mounted the way he's been craving, his older brother's fat cock splitting him open without warning.
he squirms and yips under him, the stretch new and foreign and delicious all at once. it hurts for the first few animalistic thrusts from his wolf brother, and then the pain fades into pure pleasure. it gets to a point where big brother isn't even pulling out, he's just grinding his cock inside of the little fox. they're both partially animal, so a little animosity isn't surprising, it's instinct.
the wolf boy's knot presses against his little brother's tight ring of muscle, threatening to press inside as his orgasm gets closer and closer with each movement.
"please- y-you have to- you *have* to knot me, i-i'll tell dad i-if you don't!" the little brother whines, looking over his shoulder at his brother. he can see his face scrunch up, torn between knotting him and pulling out. the older brother should pull out, he knows that, but the idea of breeding his little brother is enough to make him not think twice.
he grunts, forcing his knot into his younger brother's cunt, making the little fox cry out. "you're such a fucking brat," he hisses, his load spilling nice and deep into the younger boy's cunt. "i'll tell dad myself if you keep this shit up. and then he'll really fuck you good."
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my brain hurts sorry this is unfinished... i want to be knotted so bad!!! PLEEEEAAAAASE GOD ILL BE GOOD!!!
on a softer note pls give me a boy who will let me paint on his back and up his neck, under his jaw. across his chest, trickled down his stomach and his thighs. the fanning of forest trees, the maw of an ocean, or the mosaic of a sunset. anything he wants, anything heāll let me. his body is my canvas and the feather of the brush swept across his skin is my love.
I need to be stored on a bitch station, face down and ass up with something propped between my legs to grind on while Iām waiting for my next load of cum. Probably it would be mounted in a common area, visible to any visitors. Maybe this is a way for fathers to advertise their eldest daughters to potential buyers.
The men who come by to visit will sit and talk to each other while I hump dutifully on my station. The other females of the family will bring the drinks while the men relax. Occasionally one will glance over at me and Iāll meet his eyes and instinctively hump down hard, advertising my readiness for cock. Some will smirk or laugh at the humiliating display, causing my cunt to twitch in shame.
Iāll keep humping while they discuss the terms of the sale. My father will explain that my fertility testing results are good and that I would be easily impregnated. My cunt lips naturally swell at the knowledge that one of the men will soon knock me up.
Eventually the sale is settled and the buyer walks over to come stand over me. I can feel his eyes on me while I continue pressing my pussy into my bitch station, feeling the slut juices pooling under me.
The buyer says he needs to test out the wares before he leaves, and my father nods graciously. I feel the man get into position behind me, between my spread legs, and his zipper open.
āThatās one leaky bitch hole,ā he chuckles, probably seeing my pool of hump cum.
I can see my father smirk. āIāve kept the jizz hole denied so the first fuck will make the bitch addicted to the cock that seeds her.ā
I whimper in humiliation from being talked about like meat at the super market, but my hips keep moving up and down instinctively.
āGood,ā I hear my new owner say, right before his cock jams into my cum funnel. āIām going to knock up the cunt right now.ā
He starts fucking into my hole. My bitch hole, as Iāve been taught to call it. The sudden sensation makes me squeal loudly as my cunt walls expand to fit his cock.
My owner slaps my ass hard. āYou sound like a fuckpig,ā he sneers. I whine in shame as I fuck myself back on his cock. I canāt help it, it feels so good to have the emptiness between my legs filled.
He speeds up, his cock fucking ruthlessly into my breeding hole. āThatās right, bitch,ā he murmurs. āEnjoy your last moments of not being pregnant. Youāll be bred constantly from now on.ā
My body shudders instinctively, as if it can already feel itself expanding from the countless pregnancies it will have to bear. The heat in my cunt grows as I near my climax and I push back harder to impale myself to the hilt of the cock breeding me.
āPlease cum in the bitch hole! Please knock up my whore pussy!ā My wonton bitch nature is taking over, my natural female instinct to get bred in the most humiliating posture possible. āI need to drain your cum with my jizz socket!ā
āFuck, what a dumb cunt!ā My owner grunts one last time and buries his cock deep inside me. I can feel a warmth in my pussy as his seed spills into the cockhole between my legs.
I freeze for a moment, staring vacantly as I realize that Iāve just been knocked up. My belly and udders are going to swell up, permanently changing my body in response to a manās load. I whine in humiliation just as my cunt explodes in an orgasm. My body twitches and flails while still impaled on a cock. It feels so fucking good to have a manās seed in me.
My owner stays plugged in me for a long moment to make sure his cum reaches his mark. I can see my father nod in satisfaction. Still dazed from my shuddering orgasm, I can only pant pathetically while my cunt twitches around my breeder.
āThis oneās good, let me know when your next one is ready,ā he says.
ā .įā§ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot
ā ā§.Ė TOTAL WORD COUNT: 15.7k
ā .įā§ GENERAL CONTENT WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol, recreational drinking (characters and mc), jealousy (guys + mc), drunk characters (guys + mc), use of Y/N, pet names, unprotected sex, never pulling out, fluff/crack/banter, individual content warnings below with their respective fics
ā ā§.Ė LINKS: original inspo | ao3
A/N: SURPRISE ITS HERE EARLY! oof another fic for all four guys? who is she? but actually after this i likely wonāt be writing for all four guys like this again, or at least for a while. if i can somehow get better at writing fics that are 1-2k then ill start doing scenarios with all four again! i tried to keep this one short and theyāre still all 3-4.3k per guyā¦this scenario was originally based off the one video of the drunk asian guy! see the clip above under ālinks.ā
enjoy guys!! iāll be taking a much needed break but may write slowly in my own time :) just depends how i feel, how much inspiration i have! iāll still be on tumblr but will mostly be on my twitter <3 until next time bbs!
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
ā¦ . Ė ā§ .į Ė nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ā¦ . Ė ā§ .į Ė
ā .įā§ WORD COUNT: 4.3k
ā ā§.Ė WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, sylus refers to reader genitalia as āshe,ā public sex, sex in an alley, standing/against the wall sex, finger sucking, choking, outdoor sex, voyeurism, needy sylus, drunk sylus, jealous sylus, use of pet names, mentions of guns, tiny bit of violence, cumming in coochie, panties over cummies
ā .įā§ LINKS: original inspo | video (how sylus kisses you in this)
Luke and Kieran watch the way Sylusās eyes track you under the strobing lights of the nightclub. It wasnāt out of the norm for their dear boss to be obsessed with knowing a certain Hunterās whereabouts. But this was excessive, even for him.
The way heād already shattered two glasses with the force of his fingers, his eyes scarily unblinking as they trailed your every movement. The club manager didnāt dare kick Sylus out, apologizing to him as heād cleaned up the glass from Sylusās feet. But Sylus was too distracted to even notice.Ā
The pair of troublemakers supposed it had to do with the fact that some sleezy drunk had his hands all over your bare thighs. They knew if Sylus had his way, that very man would be unconscious on the floor in half a second flat. But of course, when it came to you, Sylus was helpless as he was whipped, giving into your every desire, even if it physically pained him to do so.
And you had ordered Sylus not to intervene, not when you were undercover, trying to get classified information from the powerful men that frequented this very nightclub in the N109 zone. So he was left at the bar, quite literally fending thirsty women off left and right, watching the way you pretended to laugh amongst the unsuspecting targets. He tried to distract himself from the men who so clearly were thinking of ten different ways to fuck you.Ā
A privilege reserved only for him.Ā Ā
So the twins, who had so enthusiastically begged to tag along, devised a plan to help Sylus take his mind off planning literal murder.Ā
Really, they were trying to help!
But maybe they shouldāve stopped after the fifth drink. When Sylusās cheeks flushed the same shade of red as his eyes, ebbing all the way up to the tips of his ears.Ā
And they definitely shouldāve stopped after the tenth drink. When Sylusās body started to move on its own accord, his Evol practically parting the crowd of drunk and sweaty clubbers to get to you.
But at that point there was no stopping the formidable man from taking what he wanted. And what he wanted, what he needed, was you.Ā
Honestly, you nearly breathe a sigh of relief when you feel Sylusās familiar Evol wrapping around your wrist, yanking you backward and away from the disgusting man trying to feel you up. Youāre so happy to feel his strong arms around you that you donāt notice how atypically clumsy his Evol feels, like grasping for something when blindfolded.
āWeāre leaving.ā
Sylusās words are dominating and commanding, ānoā not even a fathomable possibility. But thereās a slight waver in his gruff voice that makes you raise your eyebrow at him in question.
The idiotic man before you wraps his clammy hands around your waist, pulling you back, āHey man. Weāre in the middle of something.ā
You look up to see Sylusās crimson eyes, trained on the way the manās fingers dig into your bare skin, burning with something dangerous, the air around him crackling with an erratic and sinister energy, and you know you have to defuse the situation as quickly as you can.Ā
You bring your elbow to the manās groin, digging hard. He groans pathetically, wilting to his knees. Truthfully, you didnāt have to elbow him that hard, but youād become nauseated with how disgustingly heād been looking at you, touching you, for the past thirty minutes.Ā
āNo, weāre really not.ā
With that, you slip into Sylusās side, his large arm wrapping possessively around your naked shoulders, your hand resting on his abdomen. Sylusās lips quirk up, deeply satisfied with the way you can bring men twice your size to their knees before they can even blink. His girl.
As the two of you make your way out of the crowd, you start to notice the way Sylusās movements are unusually sluggish, his feet trudging one after the other. Considering Sylus was always poised and elegant, you instantly knew something was amiss. When Luke and Kieran fall into step behind you, you turn to the two masked men.
āWhat happened?!ā you hissed at them, āWhat happened to āWatch Sylus? Easy peasy lemon squeezy?!āā Your fingers are raised in air-quotes as you recall their confident words and uncontrollable giggles when youād tasked them with keeping Sylus in line, knowing heād have a hard time watching you faux flirt with other men, no matter how self assured he was.Ā
Kieran is the first to speak, clearing his throat as the four of you exit the nightclub, the night air ruffling through your hair, āWell, you see āā
But heās cut off when Sylus roughly grabs your chin, pulling your eyes up to his.Ā
āHey. Look at me.ā
Your eyes flicker to his, surprised by his demanding, yet needy, words. Sylus smiles when you look up at him, his eyes, as unfocused as they were, beaming down at you.
His rough fingers caress your cheek, burying his face into your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent, āBeautiful.ā
The scent of alcohol on his breath is so strong you nearly wince. Luke and Kieran seem to notice your realization at the same time, their eyes widening as you start to yell in disbelief.
āIs he drunk?!ā you demand, your arms wrapping tighter around his waist, Sylus in a world of his own as he mutters incoherent mumblings into your hair, shifting his weight onto you.
The twins grin at you sheepishly, raising their hands in surrender. Luke speaks, āWell, in our defense, boss never gets drunk āā
āYeah! Boss is such a heavyweight āā
āSo we thought, a few drinks might loosen him up āā
āYou shouldāve seen him! He was thiiiiiis close to commiting a crime āā
āSo really, you should be thanking us!ā
The twins finish rattling off, looking at you with puppy eyes.
You sigh, unable to feign anger at them, āHow many drinks did you give him?ā
āUmmā¦what was it Kieranā¦likeā¦eight?ā Your eyes widen as they scratch their chins.
āNoā¦no, it was definitely closer toā¦like twelve?ā
āWell we also gave him those cute little drinks with the umbrellas, he seemed to really like those!ā
āYeah and they had little chunks of fruit in them! Maybe that cancels out the alcohol?ā
āYeah! And the one with the olives too! Plus, boss always drinks like a bottle of wine a night!
āSo we thoughtā¦a few mixed drinksā¦couldnāt hurt anyone!ā
Your head spins as you try to keep up with their conversation, digging through your purse to find the unopened half bottle of water youād brought. You quickly unscrew it, bringing it up to Sylusās lips.Ā
Sylus looks surprised when the cool plastic touches his lips, but once his hazy eyes focus on you again, he visibly relaxes. The sharp vermillion hues in his irises melt at the reflection of you, softening into the most beautiful carmine pools of red wine.Ā
His hands come over to cup yours, holding your fingers affectionately in his as you tilt the water back so he can drink. You have to tip toe upward so you can follow his grip, his gulps greedy and eyelids shut in relief, the sensation of your hand cupping his jaw feeling like his own personal heaven.Ā
With the plastic at his moistened lips, his eyes flutter open to look at you, his lids heavy with intoxication. Even though his eyes swim with a murky tiredness, they glow when they watch you, glimmering with a star-struck adoration. His intensity stares you down, a knowing heat piercing right through you. The very same heat that has seen both your naked body and soul.
The moment feels hot and strangely intimate. It definitely felt illegal to have Sylus looking at you like that while Luke and Kieran stood behind you.Ā
Heās so distracted by you, eyes never leaving yours, that nearly a third of the water splashes onto his chest and the pavement floor. He drinks so enthusiastically that you almost want to giggle at how submissive he looks, drinking so obediently from your hands, eyes following your every move. Fortunately the pair of whispers behind you remind you that, even if Sylus stares at you like heās ready to mount you right then and there, you are not alone.Ā
When the bottle drains, he crumples it in one hand, tossing it to the nearest waste bin.Ā
As it hits the metal trash can, you tear your eyes away from the way Sylus heatedly watches you, turning back to Luke and Kieran, āAre you two insane?!ā
The twins look positively offended.
āHow did you even convince him to drink so much?āĀ
āWell, he was so distracted watching you that he just downed anything we put into his hands...āĀ
You bite your lip, realizing how difficult it mustāve been for Sylus to sit back and just watch. But he did it, for you.Ā
āY/N.ā
You try to ignore the way Sylus is stroking the bare skin of your shoulders, fingers coming dangerously close to your neck. His ruby eyes beg for your attention.
āSylus might drink a lot, but he drinks wine āā
āY/N.ā
āNot hard alcohol! Look at how red he is! You guys, this was recklessly irresponsible!ā
āY/N.ā
Sylus pulls you forcefully back into his arms, his head dipping into the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse. Through the darkness of the night, you pray Luke and Kieran canāt see the way Sylus whispers into your ear.
āI need you.ā
You fight the shiver that threatens to unleash through your unsuspecting body, his hot breath washing against your skin, the contrast of the brisk night air making you all the more sensitive. His fingers hold you in place, his hard body pressed into your own.Ā
You sigh, trying to brush the arousal away, āLetās get you home, yeah? We can āā
He nips at your earlobe, eliciting a squeak from your lips as he gruffly demands, āNow.ā
Before you can protest further, Sylusās eyes direct to the twins in front of you, the pair of them snickering to themselves knowingly as he dismisses them, āWeāll meet you at home.ā
ā
You didnāt even make it to your car.Ā
Far from it, you found yourself pressed into the cold brickwall of a nearby alleyway, not fifteen feet from where Luke and Kieran had left the two of you. Sylusās lips are latched onto yours in a furiously passionate embrace, his hands alternating between grabbing torridly at your waist and threading into the back of your neck, weaving into your sweat-dampened hair.
Your arms are wrapped around his neck for support against his torridly forceful kiss, his head tilted to the side to give him full access to your mouth, your lips, your tongue.Ā
He doesnāt even stop to breathe, opting to inhale your breath as his own. His tongue forcefully explores every inch of your open and willing mouth, and you struggle to keep up with his excitement. His fingers massage your neck, grabbing eagerly at every part of you he can reach.Ā
Sylus has always been passionate, but this was something else. It felt as if the alcohol in his blood amplified everything tenfold, leaving his cock thicker than ever against your shivering abdomen. His hands roam down your naked back, pulling at your waist again, pressing your body harder against his erection that leaks against his underwear.Ā
Sylusās head tilts to the other side, your face moving opposite his to instinctively receive his unbridled passion. He cups the back of your head again, shielding you head from hitting the wall, the force of his kiss pushing you against it violently.Ā
He pulls away briefly, panting into you, his canines grazing into the soft skin of your ear, āYouāre going to be the death of me, little dove.ā
You want to question him, but his lips are back on yours in an instant, consuming you once more. His fingers grip your jaw so tightly, funneling all the emotions heād held back, while watching you on the dancefloor with other men, into the way he holds you against the wall. Into the way he devours you.
He gives you a brief second of reprieve, pressing his lips into your neck, voice coming out husky and sulky, āI donāt enjoy seeing you with other men.āĀ
You gasp as he pushes you impossibly deeper into the wall, teeth simultaneously digging into the curve of your neck. Your fingers thread up into his hair, tugging to ground yourself as Sylus sucks your soft skin.Ā
āM-sooorry,ā you slur, as if youāre the one whoās drunk, āB-But I got the information I ā nnghn ā needed.ā
Sylus growls into your skin, āI knew you would. Youāre a force to be reckoned with.ā
His thumb presses against your bottom lip, eyes glazed over with a drunken hunger, āAnd you always have me at your mercy.ā
It isnāt long before he has your back arched into his abdomen, the front of your sweat slicked body pressed into the cold alley wall, his cock buried in your wet gummy walls. Your panties are pushed messily to the side, your skirt hiked up to your waist.Ā
Sylusās fingers are shoved into your mouth, claiming to try and minimize your sounds so passerbys don't hear the filthy things he was doing to you. In reality, he was just addicted to your sweet mouth wrapped around him.
His other hand holds both of your wrists, locking them against the small of your back, leaving you absolutely at the mercy of his thick cock ramming in and out of you.
āS-so damn beautiful,ā Sylus is almost slurring, having gotten more drunk the longer the alcohol sat in his stomach. The acoustics of the dark alley made his body pounding against yours all the louder and more sinful.Ā
His thrusts are sloppy, the alcohol making it harder for him to maintain control. But that only serves to arouse you more, the sight of Sylusās hazy eyes when you crane your neck back to see him, the sweat sticking to his flushed skin.Ā
You can only moan, the pads of his fingers pressing down into your tongue. The loud drunken giggles of people passing by make your eyes widen, but Sylus doesnāt stop, only going faster.Ā
āNever gonna let another man touch you, ever again,ā he moans into your ear, as he ruts angrily into your g spot, his fingers pressing tiny bruises into the fat of your hips. Heās ten times handsier when heās drunk, almost as if the alcohol makes his muscles itch, your body his fixation..Ā
He spins you around suddenly, nearly making you lose your balance, his cock entering you just as quickly as it had slipped out. Sylus is desperate to see your beautifully hooded eyes, the faces you make when you come undone for him.
You grip the thick muscles of his neck, admiring his damp and exposed chest. The buttons of his shirt had been yanked open in the drunken shuffle, leaving little to imagination.
āH-Hey,ā Sylus mutters, the faintest hint of a whine beneath his words, āLook at me.ā His thrusts, sloppier than ever, never stopping.
You grin, despite how blissed out your mind is becoming, at his adorably needy behavior. As you let your eyes lose themselves in his, you stroke his jaw lovingly.
āTell me,ā he pants, his cock twitching as it presses insistently into your walls.
āNngh ā T-Tell you what Sy?ā you coo breathlessly, nails digging into his sweaty skin, trying to distract yourself from the no doubt filthy brick wall pressing into your exposed back.Ā
āTell me how I make you feel,ā Sylusās jaw tightens dangerously.
He thrusts especially hard and deep when you donāt respond, capturing your wrist and pressing it into the wall above your head, effectively trapping you against the wall, āTell me.āĀ
You squeal, biting your lips, āSylus! F-Feels sāgood. N-No one else can ā hng ā make me feel like this!āĀ
Sylusās glossy ruby red eyes flicker, his fingers finding your clit pressed against his pelvis, āYeah? You love my cock, donāt you sweetheart?ā
You want to smile at how adorably needy his words are, the alcohol fueling him with the rare desire to be validated. Instead you just nod vehemently as he plays with your clit, āI dooo!āĀ
Sylus grunts, struggling to breathe as you tighten around him. He grabs your cheeks in between his fingers, squeezing them firmly until your moans are muffled, āShhh, we wouldnāt want someone to find us, would we little bird?āĀ
You nod obediently, but your body responds instinctively to his words, your abdomen fluttering in excitement at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position, with the revered leader of Onychinus no less.Ā
Sylus chuckles darkly, his every nerve receptive to your tiniest micromovements, and especially the excited way your pussy clamps down on his erection. His lips come down to kiss your jaw sweetly, contrary to the mean way he bullies himself into your cunt.
When he reaches the space beneath your ear he presses a tender kiss there, whispering huskily, āI can feel the way youāre tightening around me. Do you like the idea of someone watching us?ā
Your eyes widen at him, and thatās all the answer he needs.Ā
āDonāt worry, sweetheart. I would love to give them a show. Especially that man who had his hands all over you, hm? What was his name?ā
āI-I d-donāt ā hah ā remember,ā you wheeze, holding on as he bounces you into the wall, the sound of drunk bar patrons growing louder.
Sylus smiles darkly, his red eyes glowing in satisfaction, āGood girl. This pussy belongs tāme, hm?ā His words come out in a purr, slightly sluggish with intoxication.
You canāt speak, opting to nod as eagerly as you can, your brain muddling against the pleasure of your joined bodies. Sylus chuckles at your wordless agreement.
āMy precious doveā¦canāt even speak?ā he coos, fingers still splayed out against your poor quivering clit, the wet sounds of his furious ministrations echoing throughout the dark alley. He leans in close to your ear.
āThatās okay, sweetheart. Sheās so loud she might as well be answering for you,ā he grins, clearly talking about your soaked and squelching pussy against his demanding thrusts.Ā
Youāre about to retort when you hear another group of people passing by the alley. Your hands fly up to your mouth, forcing your uncontrollable moans away. Your eyes squeeze shut as the patter of feet gets closer and closer, fear and excitement taking over.
āAh-ah,ā Sylus tuts, āYou know better than to hide your beautiful sounds from me.ā Your eyes widen when his words sink in.Ā
Your hands fly to Sylusās broad shoulders, but itās too late to push him back. His hands find the globes of your ass, lifting you off the floor, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. At this angle Sylus can fully bounce you on his cock, using you however he wants. At this angle, the swollen tip brushes right into your cervix. At this angle, itās physically impossible for you to muffle your cries.Ā
Your nails dig into the ropes of his shoulder muscles as you squeal. Sylus only grins as the sound of feet falter, right in front of the alley.
You try your best to whisper, āSy-Sylus, please. Th-theyāll hear.ā But it was pointless. Even if you could hold back your whimpers, the echo of his arousal dampened pelvis slapping against the space where your thighs met your ass bounced off the walls of the alley like a resounding bell.Ā
āYou say thatā¦ā he murmurs, fingers coming back down to your clit, balancing you in just one arm, āBut why is she getting so tight?ā
Heās right, and thereās no denying it. Sylus is well acquainted with your body, knowing exactly what excites you, what you donāt like, what you love.Ā
The heavy footsteps gradually fade, likely too drunk to hear anything than the pounding of distant EDM music. Sylus hears you sigh in relief, releasing a bated breath, but your cunt stays as tight as ever around him. It drives him insane.
Nearly getting caught has only pushed both of you to the cusp of your orgasms.Ā
āClose, dove?ā Sylus whispers into your ear, one hand pressed into the wall, the other bouncing you on his quivering cock.
Your head is thrown back as you nod, gasping for your next breath, āY-Yes! So cloooose Sy!ā At this point you donāt even care who could possibly hear you, only able to focus on the angry way Sylusās cock twitching inside you, stroking your g-spot, begging to paint you white.
āM-Me too, Y/N,ā Sylusās uncharacteristic stutter, driven to madness by the alcohol and you, makes you clench down, hard.Ā
He hisses, hips stuttering, teeth clamping down on your shoulder, tongue subsequently coming out to lap at the space where he bit down, soothing your skin.Ā
The push of pain, the pull of pleasure, itās just enough to tip you over, careening down the cliff of your orgasm. Your head falls back, eyes rolling with them, body fully preparing to show Sylus just how much you loved him.Ā
But Sylus has other plans, squeezing your cheeks in between his fingers, directing you to look at him.Ā
āHey. Look at me, please.āĀ
His commanding words remind you that heās very much still intoxicated, making him adorably needy for your attention.
When your eyes level with his, his red eyes sparkle happily, like a puppy getting its ears scratched, āHello, my love. Show me, hm?ā The duality of his lovable desperation and his downright malevolent plunges into your cervix blurs the lines between pleasure and reality, sanity and madness.
You nod eagerly, holding his intense eye contact, while you burst at the seams, spraying all over his still clothed abdomen. Sparks of white hot electricity travel through every one of your nerve endings while you cum on him.
Sylus gulps, in awe of the way you sing for him, shame thrown to the wind. If anyone were to walk by, theyād hear the way you screamed for his cock. Hear the way your body made him gasp for his next breath. How he grunts with each rope of cum that he dumps into your waiting hole, each sloppy pump filling his vision with bleary stars.
As he cums, he whispers brokenly into your ear, āC-Can never get enough. I love you, sweetheart.āĀ One of his big hands comes up to clamp around your throat, his fingers pressing down forcefully as he erupts inside of you.Ā
āNghā¦I love you Sylus,ā you murmur against the pleasure of your constricted air flow, clinging to him, truly like an injured bird.
Sylus kisses your lips tenderly as you both come down from your highs, his fingers carefully laying your panties back in place. When he sets you on the ground, you nearly collapse, your legs quivering from the way theyād been locked around his waist. His arms are back around you in an instant, holding you steady. His cum flows out of you like literal tears, but you can only clamp your thighs shut and pray your pathetic soiled panties can catch the streams of his milky seed.Ā
He guides you carefully out of the alley, pressing affectionate kisses into the crown of your head as he holds your waist protectively. Youāre so dazed you hardly notice that your skirt is still ridden up, until Sylus gently pulls it back down, smoothing the rumpled fabric with his large hands.Ā
The sounds of two far too familiar voices greet you when you emerge from the backstreet.Ā
āAre you guys finally done?āĀ
āDo you have any idea how long weāve been waiting?!āĀ
Sylus groans, running his hand down his face, āDidnāt I tell you two to go back to base?āĀ
And though youāre thoroughly mortified at the idea of the twins having walked into yourā¦situation, you canāt help but smile at the way Sylus handles Luke and Kieran. Like a father reprimanding his children.
āWell we did āā
āBut then you guys didnāt come back for a while āā
āSo we thought maybe something happened!āĀ
You shake your head at their frenzied explanation, the smile stretching on your lips as you watch the twins move their hands animatedly in their defense, āYou guys are impossible.ā
Luke gasps in exaggerated earnest, āHow can you say that after what youāve put us through?ā
Kieran nods in agreement, shuddering dramatically, āYeah! I feel like I just walked in on my parentsā¦āĀ
āYou two better watch yourselves before I confiscate your guns again,ā Sylus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. But you can see the corner of his lips fighting an amused smile.Ā
Luke and Kieran simultaneously gasp, their reaction making it seem like Sylus was a father grounding his children, taking away their toys. You burst out into giggles, hugging Sylusās side to keep warm as you watch the comical situation unfold.Ā
āThereās no need for you to do that, Sy,ā you murmur, looking up at him, admiring the way the moonlight frames his face. Sylus peers down at you, his face softening, before nodding curtly.
The twins snicker. Luke uses his hand as a shield in front of his mouth to whisper to Kieran, pointing to Sylus behind it, āWhipped.ā
You shoot them a smile, a deceptively innocent and sweet grin, āIāll gladly confiscate them for you.ā
Thereās nearly a cartoon puff of smoke left behind when the twins scurry off, desperately clutching their holsters and begging for mercy.Ā
Sylus chuckles as he watches them run off, his arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side as he presses a kiss into your forehead.Ā
āTruly a force to be reckoned with.āĀ
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ā ā§.Ė WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, drunk mc and xavier, pre-established relationship (but not first time), public sex/voyeurism, sex on the dance floor, standing sex, fingering, dancing without leaving room for jesus, grinding, jealous!mc, not a content warning but xavier is wearing tight black shirt and jeansā¦ā¦.MMMMMM, unprotected sex, handjob through clothes
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The thumping beat of club music pounds in your ears, making it difficult to hear even your own thoughts. But you really didnāt care, too intoxicated and having too much fun dancing with Tara in a throng of sweaty club goers.Ā
The both of you had requested today off, wanting to see an up and coming DJ at the Linkon Lounge. Youād started the night off at your apartment, getting dolled up in your wispiest lashes and outfits that made you feel strong, confident, and beautiful. Youād shared a couple shots of tequila before slipping on your heels and scrambling out of your apartment, in a fit of tipsy and hushed giggles.Ā
Coincidentally enough, you ran into Xavier on your way out. Your blonde-haired partner was in the apartment lobby, grabbing his mail, when you and Tara bumped into him, literally. If it werenāt for Xavierās quick reflexes, his forearm darting out to wrap around your waist, you definitely wouldāve ended the night before it began, with an ice pack in your hand rather than a fruity drink.Ā
And thatās when Tara had invited Xavier out with you. Truthfully, you were sure Xavier would say no. The club definitely wasnāt his scene, and he undoubtedly had plans to have a cozy night in. But you were pleasantly surprised when he blurted out āyesā before Tara could even get the words completely out. Tara knew Xavier wanted to come to keep an eye on you, and she was all too happy to play matchmaker.Ā
You hadnāt seen Xavier for what felt like at least fifteen minutes. You assumed he went off to the bathroom, or maybe to order some more drinks. Before long, you started to worry.Ā
āIām gonna go look for Xavier! Will you be okay?ā you practically scream over the music, pulling the side of Taraās face to your mouth so she can hear you better.Ā
āIāll be here!ā she yells, pointing at her phone, āText me if you canāt find me!ā You nod, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
You push your way out of the crowd, apologizing profusely as youāre met with the displeased looks and groans of drunk patrons.
Eventually you make your way to the edge of the dancefloor, scouring the area for Xavier. You had a difficult time focussing your eyes, stumbling about, but did your best to look for the enigmatic Hunter.Ā
You quickly check the line at the bar before deciding to check the bathroom. Itās then you catch the glint of familiar platinum blonde hair, Xavierās body leaned up against the wall near the public water fountains.Ā
You gulp at the sight of him, his head leaned back to rest against the wall, his hands folded across his chest. The musky sweat of the enclosed space made his black fitted t-shirt cling to his biceps, his skin glistening with sweat under the pulsing LED lights.Ā
Even from this far away, itās clear Xavier is drunk. His eyes are hooded with intoxication, his throat bobbing with shallow breaths.
Youāre about to approach him when the groups of people in front of you shift, and you see a girl latched onto Xavierās bicep. The two look far too cozy, Xavier not doing anything to push her off as she speaks animatedly up at him, her eyelashes batting seductively.Ā
Itās not like you and Xavier were datingā¦but it was clear there was something deeply intertwined about the two of you. That, and the fact that youād been intimate several times. But you had to admit, youād never made things exclusive.Ā
You turn on your heel, thoroughly perturbed at the sight of Xavier with someone else, making your way back to where youād left Tara.
Youād just broken into the crowd when a firm hand catches your wrist, stopping you from pushing further. You turn back sharply, ready to throw your fist back, only to be met with the sight of Xavier, in all his flushed and handsome glory.Ā
āWhere are you going?āĀ
You fight the urge to smack him, jealousy a true green-eyed monster, instead just feigning ignorance, āWhat? I canāt hear you!ā You gesture wildly with your hands to emphasize your point. You turn away from him, starting to tug your wrist away again when he pulls you back, hard.Ā
He twirls you effortlessly into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you, secure and unrelenting. You look up at him in question. He leans down, and your breath catches as his lips come an inch away from yours. But he doesnāt kiss you, instead whispering into your ear.Ā
āI asked where you were going. Didnāt you see me?ā his breath is warm against your ear, the smell of alcohol invading your senses over the pounding music.
āYou looked busy. I didnāt want to intrude,ā you try to keep your voice level, but you can tell it comes out petty. You hope through the deafening music, Xavier canāt hear how sulky your voice is.
Xavier looks confused in his drunken state, but shouts into your ear, his tone genuine and endearing even amidst the music, āYouāre never intruding.ā
You sigh at his sweet words, tiptoeing up to speak to him and trying to be nice, āWho was your friend?ā
Xavier looks even more bewildered for a second, before realizing the implications of your words, a lazy smile painting his features. He holds you close, one hand on the small of your back, the other coming up to touch your cheek.Ā
āNot my friend. She couldnāt find her friends and wanted to wait with me.ā
You roll your eyes. Xavier was too sweet and unassuming for his own good.
āYeah, Iām sure.āĀ
Xavier chuckles, āYou donāt have to be jealous, I only have eyes for you.ā
Your cheeks flare amidst the flush of alcohol on your cheeks at his words, and before you can speak Xavier is leaning down to kiss you. You squeak in surprise, but respond to his lips, kissing him back.Ā
Xavier kisses you slowly, gently, and tenderly. You can barely even hear the music around you, the musky people bumping into the pair of you. All you can feel is Xavier, lips on yours, his hands stroking your bare skin, his hardening erection against your stomach.Ā
He pulls away for air, his lips swollen and wet from your passionate kiss. Your ears pound in excitement at the way Xavier looks down at you, hungry and wanting more. You hook your arms around Xavierās neck, pulling him down until your foreheads brush against each other.
āDance with me,ā you whisper loudly against the music. Xavierās eyes shine with excitement, and he nods, his hands gripping your waist as you start to sway to the music.Ā
You turn around so you can watch the flashing lights, the alcohol making them look like a light show. You feel much bolder with the liquid courage running through your veins, so you grind back into Xavier, your rear molding perfectly against his crotch.Ā
Xavier hardens so quickly against your movements, your body feeling so perfect against his. The alcohol makes everything feel much more fluid and raw, his body responding excitedly.
He too is fueled by the courage of intoxication, his hands roaming from your hips to your stomach, just above the fat of your cunt. He can feel the way you shiver at his touch, and he decides to dare further.Ā
His strong hands wander up, until they cup your breasts through your sheer dress. He rests his chin on your shoulder, whispering into your ear.
āIs this alright?āĀ
You crane your neck backwards to nod at him, eyes flickering to his lips. Xavier leans in to kiss you again, one hand still playing with your nipple, the other reaching up to hold your throat against him gently. The two of you kiss so passionately, so messily, that you hardly notice the crowd of equally drunk and horny people around you.Ā
As you kiss him, your hand comes backward to cup the back of Xavierās head, grabbing at his soft blonde locks. Your body continues to rock sensually into him, relishing in the way his hard erection sits between the slit of your ass.
Looking up at him through your wet eyelashes, you whisper, āM-More. I want more.ā
Xavier groans, looking around, trying to find the quickest way out of the crowd. But you canāt wait, too aroused by the way Xavierās shirt clings to his muscles, the way his cock fights against his jeans, straining to be with you.
The alcohol dares you to be bolder than you normally would ever be. You grab his wrist, bringing it down to the hem of your minidress, guiding his fingers to slip under it.Ā
You can feel Xavier stiffen behind you, eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching. But he quickly realizes quite literally no one cares about the two of you, too focussed on the music, too focussed on their own partners, to even spare you a glance.
So he follows your lead, his hands roaming under your dress, digging into your soft thighs. You moan into his ear, your head laid back on his shoulder.
With his palm so close to your cunt, you grind right into his open hand, wanting more friction, more of him. Xavier groans at your enthusiasm, quickly forgetting about the people that are packed around you like sardines. He feels something damp against his fingers, making him all the more desperate to have you.Ā
āYouāre wet,ā Xavier whispers sluggishly into your ear, āIs this all for me?ā
You groan at his words, your muscles twitching with anticipation. You try and look at him, the back of your head still resting on his thick shoulder. Your hand grasps at the back of his neck, forcing his eyes to drift down to you, the azure blues flickering to your lips before they come back to your gaze.
āTouch me, please.ā
Even under the strobing lights of the club you can see Xavierās eyes darken, his jaw tightening. His eyes flutter shut as he leans down to kiss you.
At the same time, his finger gingerly dips into your folds, moving your panties to the side. At first he just rubs up and down with his middle finger, enjoying the way you moan into his mouth. But it becomes far too unbearable, not being inside you.
He slowly dips his middle finger inside of you, hissing when your little hole sucks him in tightly.Ā
āIs this okay?ā Xavier asks, wanting to make sure youāre alright. Your eyes dart around lazily, making sure no one can see Xavierās hands underneath your dress.Ā
You nod, your eyelashes fluttering shut as Xavier starts to pump in and out of you. The energetic music makes everything feel more surreal, only the occasional jostling of people bumping into the pair of you reminding you of exactly where you are.Ā
Xavierās index finger finds its way inside you, his thumb rubbing at your slippery clit. He alternates his free arm between shielding you from people pushing as they pass by, and cupping your breast through your dress. In all your writhing, your ass continues to grind against Xavierās cock. Under his jeans, heās leaking so profusely that your body rubs around the slick, creating a sticky mess.Ā
Xavier pumps inside you, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, the feeling of risk and wrong.Ā
āPlease ā Please donāt stop,ā you pant, looking up at him with starry eyes.
The look of complete and utter bliss on your gorgeously flushed face makes Xavier bite his lip, āIāll never stop, angel.ā
You clench down hard on his fingers at the endearing pet name, one he so rarely called you. It makes you writhe against his hot and hard body, pressed firmly into you, like a puzzle piece.
With your back still turned to him, you reach your hand back to where his bulge presses into you. With careful hands, you cup the massive swell of his manhood, biting your lip when he moans into your ear, teeth grazing against your earlobe.Ā
You rub him enthusiastically through his jeans, enjoying the way he writhes under your touch, his cock straining through the tight restraint of his pants.Ā
āYouāre evil,ā Xavier groans, pressing kisses into your neck, trying to contain the moans he wants to make for you.
You lean your head back, staring at him through hooded eyes, āShould I stop?ā
Xavier holds you tight, almost crushing you, to keep you from stopping.
āNo. Never.ā
You giggle, turning back to the club stage, watching the DJ perform, hands finding their way back to Xavierās crotch. His pants are heavy and breathy by your ear, fingers scissoring in and out of you furiously.
Soon enough, the feeling of just your plush body against his isnāt enough anymore. He needs more.
With his fingers never pausing, he asks, his voice smooth and sultry, āI need to be inside of you, is that okay?āĀ
āPlease,ā you whisper huskily, grinding against his fingers, āI want you.ā
You can feel Xavier shifting behind you, pulling out his cock. He feverishly pulls your panties down just slightly, so that they rest under your cheeks. He lifts your dress, enough to give him access but making sure youāre still covered. He would rather die than let anyone see your precious body.Ā
As the music comes to a peak, the beat building alongside your release, Xavier slips his erection into you. Youāre thankful for the heavy bass of the drop because you quite literally cannot hold back the scream that rips from your lips as he pushes himself into the hilt.
One of his hands travels from your waist to under the front of your dress. When he finds your clit, he pinches down hard.
āYouāre so cute,ā Xavier hisses into your ear, picking up his pace, āWere you jealous earlier?ā
āN-No! Donāt know what youāre talking ābout,ā you whimper, your fingers gripping the arm he has buried between your legs.Ā
āMmm,ā Xavier hums, clearly not convinced, āThatās alright, Y/N. You have nothing to be jealous of, ever.ā
āI-Iām not ā I wasnāt!ā you gasp, forcing the words together as Xavierās cock nearly finds its way into your throat. But at this point you knew he could see right through you.
āWould travel through time and space for you,ā he murmurs, words full of a boundless affection, āI only see you.ā
He puts all that same adoration and passion into the way he fucks up into you, holding you protectively in place, making sure no one so much as brushes against you.Ā
Your moans are strangled when his cockhead angles into your g-spot, cutting off the drunken confessions on the tip of your tongue. Xavierās girth was always something you had a hard time getting used to, and taking him standing was infinitely harder. Your inner thighs burned with the strain of how fully he stretches you out.
Xavierās hand comes over to cover your mouth, his smile pressed against your throat. The alcohol makes Xavier irregularly chatty, his inhibitions lowered completely, āYouāre so loud. Does it feel that good?ā
Your eyes are rolled back mesmerized by the flashing lights, unable to discern what comes from the nightclubās light show and what comes from the pleasure of Xavierās poignant thrusts. You do your best to nod, your teeth sinking into Xavierās palm to keep yourself conscious.Ā
Youāre nearly doubled over now, your jelly legs unable to hold you up, with only the support of Xavierās strong hand against your cunt and his other arm wrapped around your chest. He holds you up as securely as he can, his own intoxication growing having not drank any water since youād arrived at the club.Ā
āAre you okay?ā
Xavierās head snaps up to see a club patron in front of you, a concerned look on his face as heĀ kneels down to be eye-level with you. Xavier squick readjusts to make sure youāre covered.
Your eyes widen, trying to straighten up, āF-Fine!ā You nearly scream as Xavier continues to thrust into you, his movement much more conspicuous but somehow more intense.Ā
āAre you sure? You donāt look so good.āĀ
You want to be kind, but you can really only focus on the way Xavier continues to fuck you, not even caring that the good Samaritan in front of you was this close to realizing what was happening. The fact that you were still very much drunk did not help.
āN-No, Iām fine,ā you squeak, eyes rolling back when Xavier hits your g-spot. You canāt see him but you just know heās enjoying the position he has you in. He smirks in satisfaction, grinding into your ass, his thick length nestling into your every nerve.Ā
The man looks skeptical, especially at your unfocused hooded eyes, āDo you want some water?ā
Heās about to reach out to touch you, when Xavier yanks you back, both arms wrapped protectively around you, āSheās fine.ā
At Xavierās harsh tone, the man recoils, looking up, almost as if heās just noticing Xavier. He nods awkwardly before disappearing into the crowd.Ā
Xavier resumes his vigor, kissing your neck and whispering, āMine.ā
āNow look whoās jealous,ā you giggle languidly, gasping when Xavier drives into you harder.
āNot jealous. Itās just the truth,ā he murmurs, tilting your head back to kiss you, fingers back on your clit.
His tongue explores your mouth excitedly, your pleasures quickly reaching a peak after coming close to being caught. Your body convulses around him, wanting him to push you into the oblivion of ecstasy.Ā
āAlways so tight,ā Xavier groans, āI-I wonāt last long like thisā¦ā
You squeal, your sounds drowned out by the vibrating music, āNgh ā me too Xavier.ā
āG-Gonna cum,ā Xavier gasps as your cunt strangles him, ripping away from your lips and panting for air.Ā
You crane your neck back to look at him, your eyes wide with wonder and desperation. The blissed out look on your beautiful face makes Xavier groan, his hips stuttering into his climax.
āCum for me, Xavier,ā you beg, impossibly close as well, āWant to feel you.ā
Xavier shuts his eyes, his body following your every command. His cock explodes inside you, filling you with a hot warmth that spreads all the way to your fingertips and toes. Xavier doesnāt speak as he cums, only suckling hungrily at your neck, moaning and whimpering into your bruised skin.
He keeps thrusting into you, even as his cum starts to leak out of your hole, wanting you to come undone too. Even when the overstimulation starts to border on pain, he refuses to stop.
His cum makes it so thereās zero resistance, only the pure pleasure of his cock against your throbbing gummy walls. Soon, youāre cumming too, screaming into the pulsating music, your climax crescendoing with the drop of the song. The symphony of it all, the alcohol, the threat of being caught by any one of the dozens of people around you, makes it one of your most intense orgasms yet.Ā
Your body instinctively clenches down as you release, making you cream all over Xavier, a mix of both your arousals. Xavier watches in awe at the beautiful way you cum, for him. Itās enough to make him pump a few more ropes into you, even as his dick throbs sharply in protest.Ā
Xavier hugs you to his chest tightly, holding onto you for support as his cock quivers inside you. You can feel his chest heaving against your back, shifting as he slips out of you and redoes his zipper. Xavier puts your panties back into place, pressing a faint trail of kisses along your shoulders.Ā
Suddenly, the crowd feels suffocating and icky and you desperately want to be somewhere quieter with Xavier. You pull him out of the crowd, nudging throngs of drunk and horny patrons out of the way as you make your way to the bar. Xavier follows you sluggishly, his fingers barely closing over yours as you guide him out..
When you reach the bar, you order a water and turn to Xavier worriedly, cupping his cheeks in your hands.
āXavier,ā you urged, āAre you okay?ā
Xavierās eyes flutter open, his eyes slightly rolled back, āMāokay. Just sleepy.ā You giggle, patting his face gently, realizing the haze in his eyes is a mix of intoxication and post-sex bliss.Ā
āI suppose I shouldnāt be surprised, youāre always so sleepy. Especially afterā¦ā
Despite Xavierās eyes remaining closed, he smiles and mumbles as he leans against the wall next to the bar, āCanāt help it. You drain me.ā
You blush furiously, despite it being loud enough where no one can hear you two. The bartender hands you a glass of water, and you bring it up to Xavierās lips. Xavierās eyelids flicker open, his long eyelashes fluttering as he takes in his surroundings again, like heās so intoxicated off the alcohol and you that he canāt make sense of his bearings.
You take his chin into your palm, tilting him up gently so the water doesnāt spill. Xavier drinks obediently, not letting a single drop go to waste. His position against the wall makes it so that you tower a few inches over him, so he has to look up at you through his eyelashes. With each gulp of the icy water he never breaks eye contact with you, staring at you with all the awe and devotion in the world.
His hands gently grip your wrists, nuzzling into your hand. The way he watches you makes you want to squirm, his eyes glimmering under the flashing lights. His azure eyes feel like they hold the weight of an entire galaxy, but in reality itās the reflection of you that makes his eyes sparkle with the brilliance of the stars.
āHey! There you two are!āĀ
You whip your head around to see Tara excitedly hurrying over to you as Xavier finishes the last of the water.Ā
You turn to her, āTara! Iām sorry, I found Xavier but then we gotā¦caught up.ā
She smiles and shakes her head. Thereās a knowingĀ mischief in her eyes, as if she doesnāt believe you, āItās alright! I made some friends.ā
She looks at Xavier. Even though you no longer hold up the empty glass to his lips, he still stares at you with the same starstruck look, a post-orgasm mist over his entire face.
āWhy does he look like that?ā
Your cheeks burn and you scramble to find an excuse, āOh, heās fine! Heās just drunk. And sleepy. Very sleepy.ā
Tara grabs your chin, tilting it up in a squint, inspecting you. Youāre about to ask whatās wrong, if maybe your false eyelashes came off, but when you look down at your shoulder you see exactly what sheās looking at.
A bright red, purpling bruise. In the exact shape of Xavierās lips.
āOh, I bet heās sleepy.ā
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ā ā§.Ė WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, drunk zayne, needy zayne, jealous zayne, couch sex, booby sucking, pretty vanilla tbh, slightly sub zayne, zayne begs a lot, prone bone, doggy, choking, making out, cumming in coochie, mentions of birth control usage, zayne is a lightweight
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You stumble into your apartment, nearly tripping over the threshold as Zayneās heavy arm slumps over your shoulder for support. You kick your heels off, briefly bending down to slip Zayneās shoes off, before you lead him to sit on your couch.
āSit here while I get some water for you, okay?ā you whisper worriedly against Zayneās nearly unconscious face, pressing a kiss to his heated and clammy temple. Zayne doesnāt respond, his Adamās apple bobbing as he takes a shallow breath, nodding gently.Ā Ā
Well, this was definitely not how youād expected tonight to go.
When youād invited Zayne as your date to the annual UNICORN hosted Huntersā Association Banquet, you expected it to be a relatively uneventful night. You never expected your raven-haired surgeon boyfriend to get drunk. In fact, youād never seen him so much as tipsy since youād known him.Ā
And that was something Zayne intentionally made sure of; alcohol was not something he indulged in, ever.
Except when youāre so busy socializing all night that he gets unbearably bored, curious, and desperate for your attention.
So thatās how he ended up absolutely plastered off two cocktails. In his defense they were deceptively fruity and sweet, the rims coated in thick crystals of sugar. Truly his kryptonite.Ā
So when Zayne grabs your wrist while youāre talking to a fellow Hunter, spinning you gently to his hard chest, youāre completely taken aback.Ā
āApologies. Can I steal my girlfriend for a moment?ā
Your colleague, standing before the both of you, looks flustered at Zayneās commanding voice, nodding fervently before he turns to leave. His face is pale, not realizing youād brought a guest to the banquet, much less a guest that looked as handsome and imposing as Zayne. You whip around, eyebrows raised, to face the surgeon in question.
His face is uncharacteristically red, the tips of his ears burning so adorably bright. The first few buttons of his shirt had been undone, the collar disheveled, like heād pulled at it until the enclosures gave way. Whatās more, the tension that colored his words, alarming and unusual.Ā
āZayne? Whatās wrong?ā you reach up to touch his cheek worriedly, gasping at how warm his normally chilly skin was, āAre you not feeling well?āĀ
Zayne releases your wrist, instead capturing your hand on his jaw with his own palm, pressing you deeper into his cheek. He practically purrs into your touch, nuzzling into your hand warmly.Ā
āYou feel nice.ā His voice is low, almost a rough whisper against the cheerful laughter of the night.Ā
It was very unlike Zayne to be so blatant with his affections, especially in front of either of your colleagues. In this case, the packed banquet hall of UNICORNās annual Hunterās banquet, filled with curious and nosy onlookers, peering at the two of you embracing in the middle of the party.
Perhaps the bustling activity became too overwhelming for Zayne, especially given that you had been pulled every which way to discuss your recent mission successes. Youād hardly had a chance to make sure he was doing okay.Ā
āDid you want to leave? I can āāĀ
Zayne pulls you closer to him until your bodies are pressed together tightly, his slender fingers holding your waist in place. You squeak in surprise, blushing as you try to ignore the prying eyes of your colleagues as Zayne strokes your cheek, fingers playing with your loose strands of hair.
āWho was that?ā Zayneās voice is deceptively calm against the top of your head as he breathes in your familiar scent, masking the demand and restraint lurking just below the surface. Your pheromones calm him down slightly, making him feel much more at ease.
āWho was who?āĀ
Zayne bends down to reach your ear, his normally calm and stoic voice much more shaky than usual, āThat man, who was making you laugh. He seemed friendly.āĀ
Zayneās words tickle your ear, making you shiver. Itās then you can smell the alcohol on him, as he leans down to whisper in your ear, the bitter scent of vodka mixing with the faint smell of his cologne. Suddenly the questions of his irregular behavior clicked.Ā
You lean back to look at him in shock, āZayne?! Are you drunk?āĀ
Zayne looks sheepish, his hazel eyes still intense, āNo. I donāt ā hic ā donāt think so.āĀ
You want to laugh at his incriminating hiccup, the surgeon undoubtedly intoxicated. That fact is only confirmed to you when you tip-toe up to peck his lips and taste the bittersweet trace of alcohol on him.Ā
āYou were so busy, I got curious and decided to...indulge. Just this once,ā Zayne admits, his eyes never leaving yours as he holds you close.Ā
You donāt speak, in shock at the way his words are slightly whiny and sulky all at once, something you never heard from Zayne. Zayne was never one to be jealous, and much less to actually show that jealousy.Ā
Zayneās eyes lower, glowing at you in a soft regret, āIām sorry.āĀ
You giggle, resting your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist. For that brief moment, you forget all about the watchful eyes around you, only able to focus on the man you loved before you.
āHow many drinks did you have?ā
He pauses, looking genuinely deep in thought as he tries to recall the night, āTwo, noā¦maybe three.ā
You grin wordlessly. Zayne never drank, so he was undoubtedly a lightweight, that was no surprise. But you wouldāve thought it would take more than three drinks to knock the formidable man off his ass.Ā
Zayneās jaw clenched as he admires how beautiful you look tonight, his wandering alcohol-fueled desires pushing him to want to see much more, āWould it be alright if we called it a night?ā
You nod, peering up at him, āOf course, are you not feeling well from the alcohol?ā
Zayne averts his eyes, clearing his throat. His neck bobs against his undone collar, his tie hanging loosely around his chest.Ā
āIām alright. I justā¦want to be alone with you.ā
By the time you arrived at your apartment, Zayne had gotten considerably more drunk, the alcohol being further absorbed into his bloodstream.Ā
You hurriedly bring him a cool glass of water, standing in between his thighs, over his limp body. Zayneās head is thrown back against the cushion of your couch, already having yanked off his suit jacket and tie, the articles of clothing strewn over the arm of the seat, his neck and collar exposed. His snowy pale skin is splotched red, practically radiating a wave of heat.
Your fingers cup his sharp jaw, tilting his chin up, shifting to hold his heavy head in the palm of your hand, stroking his cheek lovingly. Zayneās eyes flicker up to yours as you tilt him up, his glasses slightly fogged up from the heated crimson flush on his cheeks. His eyes light up when they meet yours, his eyelashes fluttering as he fights to keep his eyes open. You bite your lip, trying to keep your wide smile at bay. He looked so utterly adorable like this, looking up so affectionately obedient like this.Ā
You bring the glass gently up to his lips, encouraging him to drink. Zayne obeys, lips latching onto the edge of the cup as you tilt it forward, gently nudging his chin upwards with your other hand.Ā
His eyes flutter open at the feeling of your touch, his golden emerald irises trained solely on you as he drinks, refusing to look away. Heās so focussed on you that dribbles of water stream down his chin as he gulps down the entire glass, falling onto his collar.Ā
His eyes never leave yours as he chugs the entire glass of refreshing water, the whites of his eyes shining in the dim lighting of your apartment. If anyone else saw the way Zayne looked at you, theyād swear they could see hearts reflected in them as he drank from your hands. He looked at you as if his entire world spun around you, the center of his universe.Ā
When you pull away, Zayneās eyes still donāt leave yours. Instead, they appear to become more intense, more fiery.Ā
āZayne? Do you want more water?ā
He doesnāt answer. Youāre too distracted by the incensed pools of peridot when Zayne yanks you onto his lap, lips capturing yours hungrily.
ā
āNgh ā Zayne!ā you moan, pulling away from his demanding and bruising lips. Zayne grants you a brief break to breathe, but his fingers firmly hold your hips in place atop his erection that strains against his buckled pants, the two of you nestled deep into the couch cushion.Ā
He gives you a second before heās yanking your chin towards him again, soft mouth crushed against yours in an instant. Your lips are captured gently between his teeth, his hunger for you insatiable. The taste of alcohol is still faint on his tongue, and he wants nothing more than to overwhelm himself with the taste of you.Ā
Youāre completely engulfed by him, the ferocity of his mouth against yours, the warmth of his breath against your tongue. Zayneās jaw alternates, side to side, trying to give himself the best access to you he can possibly get. The cool touch of metal grazes against your cheeks, his glasses pressing against you in the vigor of his embrace. He groans in frustration into your mouth, forcing himself to briefly pull away.
Before you can even question him, heās yanking his misted up glasses off by the temples, tossing them onto your coffee table without a second glance, without a single care. His eyes are hooded with desire, his glasses no longer obstructing you from him. They shut sensually when he leans back in, lips parting as his glasses clatter louding against the table.Ā
He says nothing, smashing his lips into yours once again. You can vaguely feel the distinct bump of his nose, pressing into your skin, when he grabs the back of your head, pulling you harder against his all consuming hunger.Ā
His tongue is unbelievably tender against yours, despite how urgently and desperately he devours you. His fingers press into the divots of your arched back, his arms are completely wrapped around you, bringing you into an affectionate embrace as he continues to consume you whole. His fingers stroke up and down the half exposed expanse of your back, enjoying how soft you feel against his big hands.Ā
You grind down onto his cock as you try and match his passion, your panties sticking to your soaked folds. Your thighs are spread so widely against his legs, that the dampness smears against his dress pants, your dress doing little to hold anything back.Ā
Zayne hisses at the delicious pressure, lips leaving yours to gasp into your ear, his hot breath caressing the sensitive skin.Ā
āD-Donāt,ā he gulps deeply, alcohol and anticipation making him trip over his words, āUnless you're willing to take responsibility for the consequences.ā
You shiver at his words, leaning in to kiss his reddened earlobe, āAnd if I am?ā
And thatās how you find yourself naked, sweaty, and writhing on your back, under the pressure of Zayneās half naked body on top of you, his cock ravaging every inch of your poor cunt.
Zayne is a mumbling and moaning mess above you, droplets of sweat beading on his bright red temples, his damp hair dangling below his forehead. His unbuttoned dress shirt flies wildly, his thick muscles twitching every time his lower half drives into you like a madman. If it werenāt for the sweat lining your back, youād undoubtedly be pushed around the couch like a ragdoll under Zayneās furious passion.
You can barely see Zayneās eyes, his dangling bangs obscuring much of his frantic face. You do your best to sit up, your chin on your chest, watching the way Zayneās glistening body jackhammers into you, his rhythm erratic and desperate.Ā
Trying not to drool, you watch his abdominal muscles twitch, his briefs and dress pants hanging off his hips. Heād been so eager to bury himself inside of you that he didnāt even take off his clothing, instead pulling his cock out from under the top of the waistband of his briefs. Itās so heavy and thick with excitement that the restraint of his briefās waistband is no match for it.Ā Ā
āMāsorry,ā Zayne mumbles, so slurred you barely even hear it through the clinking of his undone belt, hanging off his waist.
āWh-what?ā you pant, tugging at the sweat-soaked shirt that clings to his back.Ā
āDidnāt mean to get so intoxicated,ā he pants breathlessly, almost sounding guilty, āIām sorry.ā
Your heart clenches at the vulnerability shining in his eyes. You know heās not used to letting himself feel his emotions like this, to really give into his needs and desires.Ā Ā
āZayne, donāt apologize,ā you whimper through the pleasure, stroking his cheek, āYouāre allowed to let go sometimes.ā
Your words nearly make Zayne snarl, his pelvis slapping into your ass, his hands elevating hips, your thighs wrapped tightly into his sides.Ā
āYouāre so good to me,ā he rasps, eyes rolling back as his praises make your body instinctively clench down, āIāI love you.ā
āA-ahh nghn ā love you sāmuch Zayne,ā you squeal as he thrusts even deeper into you, his confession only increasing the passion he feels for you in the drunken moment.Ā
Youāre surprised when you feel his damp hair pressing against your forehead, his cool lips brushing a soft kiss onto it, deceptively gentle compared to the way he ravages your wet heat.
āMāalways thinking about you,ā Zayne moans, voice muffled as he kisses your forehead over and over, unable to keep his lips, his hands, off of you.Ā
āI think about yātoo Zaāayne,ā you pant, trying to focus on forming coherent words through the shape of his erection being molded into your core. You knew just how vulnerable the fog of alcohol had made Zayne and wanted more than anything to reassure him.
But his cock stretching you out, nearly the width of a clenched fist, made that so difficult.Ā
āYou looked ā you look ravishing tonight,ā he slurs, kissing down your cheek and onto your neck, āHad a hard time tonight, watching you ā hic ā be the most beautiful girl in the room.āĀ
Your chest flutters and you blush, clenching onto him, āH-Hardly.āĀ
Zayneās eyebrows furrow, giving you a pointed thrust, making your breasts jiggle at the force, āLook at what you do to me.āĀ
His fingers cup your breast forcefully, squeezing down on your poor nipple, āYou know Iām not one for jealousyā¦ā
āBut even I am not immune when you look like that, giving everyone but me your attention.āĀ
āSorry, my love,ā you murmur, trying your best to speak through his frantic thrusts, āYou know youāre the one I come home to at the end of the day.āĀ
Zayneās eyes darken with satisfaction, his fingers twirling your nipple in between them, āI suppose. But does that give you the right to let men flirt with you shamelessly all night?āĀ
āZayne, they werenāt āā But apparently protesting was a mistake, because Zayne only starts to hammer into you harder.
āThey were,ā he growls drunkenly, letting his emotions take control for a split second, āBut I canāt really blame them, not when you look like this. Not when you feel this perfect around me.ā
You whine at his words, his simultaneous threats and praises making it impossible for you to think straight.Ā
āI-Iām soorry,ā you find yourself apologizing, wanting to please Zayne, āWonāt do it again, Iāll b-be good!ā
āNo need to ā hah ā apologize, my love,ā Zayne groans, āNot when I plan on reminding you exactly who you belong to tonight, all night.ā
Your body convulses around him, knowing just how much stamina Zayne has, just how serious his slurred words are. Zayneās hips falter, his body buckling into you.
āYouāre s-oo tight,ā he groans brokenly, letting his head fall down to your chest, āAll for me, right?Ā
āAllll fāyou! Only you!ā you cry, your fingers gripping onto the back of his shirt when his teeth close over your nipple, nibbling gently. You claw at his back, desperately wanting to be able to touch his bare skin, but his white dress shirt is in the way.Ā
āThatās my girl,ā he moans, words muffled by the way his tongue circles around your hardened peaks, suckling like he was trying to find the antidote to intoxication, āSo good for me.āĀ
As his thrusts grow sloppier, you know heās coming close to his end. But youāre surprised when he pulls out suddenly, leaving you feeling empty.Ā
āW-Why?ā you demand, leaning up on your elbows in protest. Your eyes widen, almost salivating, when you see the way Zayne is gripping the base of his cock, the thick head red, angry, and ready to burst. He curses, forcing himself to take deep breaths, desperately trying to hold his orgasm back. He was learning that alcohol significantly decreased his normally endless supply of stamina.Ā
āDonāt want to ā ngh ā finish yet,ā he pants, hooking his arm under your back and flipping you over so that your back faces him, your hips arched slightly off the couch. He quickly takes off his pants that are pooled by his knees, his briefs still clinging to his muscled thighs.
You squeak in surprise when you feel the wet smack of Zayneās cock against your ass, the surgeon hissing at the painful yet arousing sensation. The sting helps to keep him from exploding right onto your beautiful body.Ā
āNgh ā Zaaayne!ā you squeal when Zayne shoves himself back into you, parting your cheeks to give himself better access. You claw at your couch as he picks up his speed, rhythm still unsteady.
āIām sorry,ā Zayne apologizes, his words bordering on frenzied babbles as he pounds into you, his heavyset balls slapping against your clit, āMāsorry, love. Let me make it better.ā
He leans down, pressing a trail of kisses down your spine, his pelvis rippling against your rear. His veiny forearms cage you into the couch, his foot lifting to step onto the cushion, right by your waist. With his leg raising as leverage, he can truly jackhammer into you.
Zayne goes absolutely feral in this position, his fingers coming up to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging gently as he bounces up and down on your ass. The sounds of skin against skin, drunken moans, and moist squelches resounds like a symphony in the early morning lighting of your apartment.Ā
His grasp tightens in your hair, his other hand kneading the plush of your ass as it ripples against his thrusts. His voice lowers, throwing his head back with a moan, āBeen waiting all night to have you like this.ā
āOh-oh God!ā you cry when he thrusts into you, particularly hard and deep, making you see stars, āZayne I-I canāt ā Iām so close!ā
Zayne hoists you onto all fours, gently lifting your upper body by your neck so that youāre pressed firmly against him with your knees holding you up. He kneels behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other secures your neck against his chest.Ā Ā
āMe too, angel,ā Zayne pants into your ear, his breath hot and moist. You can feel the truth in his words, his thighs shaky against yours, his thrusts erratic.Ā
āPlease, let me cum in you,ā Zayne rasps.Ā
āWhen have I ever denied you?ā you respond. Zayne came inside you nearly every time you two were intimate, ever since youād started birth control.Ā
āItās a waste, if itās not inside you,ā Zayne slurs, āYouāll take it, right?ā
When you donāt respond, too wrapped up in the bliss of it all, Zayneās hand descends to pinch your nipple. The power of his thrusts, the tease of his hands, his aura. He commands authority,
āTell me youāll take it all, for me.ā
āI will, I will! P-please Zayne, give it to me!ā
Zayne groans, grip tightening against your body, hugging you for dear life, āThatās my girl, thatās it, just like that.Ā
Zayne has always been vocal, but his drunken ramblings have taken it to another level. You clench down, ready to come undone to the sound of his filthy praises.Ā
Zayne is close behind you, hands kneading your breasts, balls slapping against your clit, āItās coming Y/N, take it. Take it for me, please.ā
You scream in response, cunt spasming around the last of his messy ruts. Zayneās own strangled groans mix with the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other. You can feel every beautiful ribbon of white hot cum painting your insides, coating every inch of your waiting womb.
Zayneās skin often felt ice-cold, but his cum always came out so hot and heedy. And now, with the flush of alcohol still clouding his circulation, his milky ropes of seed nearly made you feverish.
Zayne slumps against you, his body spent, drained bone-dry. The weight of him against your quivering muscles is too much, and your thighs give out, sending you crashing into the couch. He catches you before you can slam face-first into the carpeted floor.
He sets your limp body gently into the couch, shrugging off his white button-up.
āZayne,ā you murmur groggily, savoring the image of his muscles peaking through his open shirt, āCome cuddle.ā
The corner of his lip twitches, āI will, sweetheart. Let me clean you up first.ā
Using the clean inside of his shirt, he carefully wipes off the slick that collects at your inner thighs, before it can pool onto the couch. Your legs are putty in his hands, Zayne cleaning you with the utmost care and tenderness.Ā
When heās done, he settles beside you on the couch, shifting you so that your neck rests on his forearm. He holds you close with one arm, the other drawing lazy circles into your stomach.
Zayne turns his head to the side, pressing a kiss into your temple, āThank you. For taking care of me tonight.āĀ
You can tell by Zayneās calm and steady tone that heās sobered up quite a bit from the orgasm, the control returning to his deep timbre.Ā
You giggle, nuzzling deeper into his arm, the hairs of his underarm tickling your shoulder, āI hardly did anything.ā In the comfortable silence, your eyes start to flutter closed.
āYou did more than you know,ā Zayne whispers, the tender smile in his voice unmistakeable. You simply nod, muttering incoherently as you fall into a deep and sated slumber.
āYou are everything.ā
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ā ā§.Ė WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content,Ā car sex, publix sex/slight voyeurism, sex while pulled over in da passenger seat, bottom raf, riding, face sitting, rafayel is a MUNCH, oral f!receiving, jealous raf, drunk rafayel, protective rafayel, somewhat mentions of violence, unprotected sex, no pull out ever
The night road ahead of you is peacefully calm, the drive back to Rafayelās house a peaceful and scenic trip. There's very few cars beside yours, well Rafayelās, on the main roads back, likely because it was close to 2am.Ā
You were honestly having way too much fun driving Rafayelās car, thoroughly enjoying the purr of the beautiful Benz. You didnāt have the opportunity to drive many cars, let alone a Gran Turismo.
Your fingers tap gently along the rim of the steering wheel, admiring the elegant LED lights that kept you awake. Rafayel had the carās interior lights set to a blushed lavender color, ever since youād said it was your favorite setting. It reminded you of the pink in his cotton candy eyes.Ā
Your eyes flicker to your right, briefly checking on Rafayel as he groans beside you in the passenger seat.Ā
He sat with his arm propped up against the passenger side window, his head resting on his palm. His breathing was still shallow, his eyes closed in a restless and light sleep. The alcohol was no doubt making it difficult for him to rest.Ā
You sigh to yourself, trying to think back to how the night had ended disastrously with him so damn drunk.Ā
Rafayel had invited you as his date to one of his endless art exhibits, a few cities over from your home. Only this one was special.
When theyād unveiled his starring piece, a beautiful oil painting on a massive canvas that nearly reached the ceiling, you nearly fell to your knees.
Because Rafayel had painted the most exquisite portrait of you.Ā
You, surrounded in ribbons of coral and seaweed, the most colorful globs of intricate paint surrounding you, a mosaic of sea glass. You, dancing in the endless sea of pastel turquoise. You, in Lemuria. His home.Ā
Rafayel had painted you countless times before, you were his muse after all. Even if he never admitted that openly to you. But this was different, heād never so openly shared you with this world before. Never wanted to open himself up like this, to anyone, to you.
It was beautiful as it was magnificent. It made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, more gorgeous than youād ever felt in your entire life. The way heād put paint to canvas and created literal magic.
It appeared others thought so too. All the patrons attending the gala that night clamored around the oil canvas, press snapping photos, writers grabbing at Rafayel, trying to get anything for their tabloids.Ā
It was nothing out of the norm. Youād become quite used to the glitz, glamor, and madness that came with being his girlfriend.Ā
What was unexpected, was the attention you got, as the subject of the painting.Ā
The people who wanted a piece of you, the stunning woman in Rafyelās newest piece. Rafayel did his best to keep you comfortable, shooing away the throws of people trying to get even a morsel of anything from you.Ā
āRafayel. Itās okay. I can handle it,ā you give him your best reassuring smile, āGo mingle with your guests, Iāll be fine.āĀ
Rafayel looks reluctant, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, unwilling to let go. Eventually you convince him, with the promise of a reward later if he listened, to go speak to the serious sponsors and buyers that demanded his attention.
āNever shouldāve painted that damn thing,ā he muttered as he walked off, looking back at you as Thomas dragged him off. He shouldāve known sharing you with the world would have driven him insane.Ā
So you spent the rest of the night trying to be as sociable as possible, not wanting to upset any of Rafayelās guests. After a few hours you finally found a free moment, finding yourself in front of the portrait once again. Most of the people had cleared out, giving you a chance to really admire the masterpiece.Ā
Rafayel was undeniably talented, maybe the most gifted artist in the world, youād always thought so. But the way he painted you here was more than just art.Ā
It was his heart on a canvas. And his heart, his entire world, was you. Every fiber of his soul, woven together into a tapestry of lustrous colors, each one depicting a different memory.
āBeautiful, isnāt it?ā
You turn your head to the strangerās voice, coming face to face with a handsome man, clad head to toe in the most luxurious brands. He stands so uncomfortably close to you that you can smell the nauseating cologne wafting off of him. And yet itās his aura that makes your skin crawl uncomfortably.
He fills in your awkward silence, eyes looking you up and down, āDefinitely not as beautiful as the real thing.ā
You really donāt know how to respond to the strangerās boldness, in shock at how forward heās being. Your relationship with Rafayel was no secret, the paparazzi having photographed the two of you publicly many times. And youād walked into the gala on Rafayelās arm.Ā
āThank you,ā you say curtly, offering a small smile, trying to return your attention to the display.Ā
āIām going to buy it, you know. And then maybe after, I can buy you a drink?ā when his hand lands on your bare shoulder you flinch back, ready to resort to your tactical training. The thought of this man buying a portrait of you makes you nauseous.
Before you can give him a piece of your mind, heās falling backward with a surprised yelp.
āHands off the art,ā an all-too familiar voice snarls, as he stands between you and the man. Youāre too shell shocked to realize Rafayel is clearly drunk, his charismatic voice drawling muddily.Ā
āDonāt touch me,ā the man snaps, āI bought this piece, I legally own it.ā The way he says āpieceā makes your blood boil, the misogyny dripping off his words.
Rafayel, drunk as he might be, catches on too. Fire burns in his eyes, matching the heat of his Evol. Thomas isnāt far behind, looking at you with desperation on his face, begging you to help him defuse the situation. Rafayel was spontaneous enough as it was, there was no telling the lengths heād go to when he was intoxicated, especially when you were involved.Ā
You reach your hand out, grasping Rafayelās fingers and gently pulling him back towards you.
āHeās not worth it,ā you whisper when Rafayelās head snaps to you, his eyes softening instantly when they land on you. Rafayel spares the man, rubbing his wrist with a grimace, a glance. You wrap your arm around Rafayelās waist tugging him close to you and trying to lead him out of the nearly empty gala.
Rafayel takes a deep and shaky breath, before nodding slightly. As he turns to leave with you, he glances back to the man and Thomas, his chin raised.
āItās not for sale.ā
āB-But I already wrote the check,ā the man blew up, face red with anger and disbelief.Ā
Rafayel smiles, a fake and genuinely terrifying smile, āI donāt care how many checks you write. Youāre never looking at her again.ā
Itās enough to even send chills down your spine.Ā
With those words, Rafayel exited the gallery with you on his arm, you rubbing soothing circles into his back. It was rare Rafayel got full blown drunk; youād seen him tipsy numerous times, but he was always careful not to cross the line into completely losing control of his inhibitions.Ā
As he slumped in the passenger seat of his car, he briefly explained just how he found himself so shit-faced.
āEveryone was taking your time,ā he slurred, breathing heavily. The alcohol made him bluntly honest, much more so than heād normally be about something like this.Ā
āOh, Rafayelā¦ā you giggle, bending over to latch his seatbelt in, āI know, itās usually you getting the attention, it must have been weird to share it. Iām sorry.ā
Rafayel scoffs, his head resting on the window, āSānot why I was upset. I donāt like sharing you.ā
You bite your lip to fight the smile that threatens to sneak its way onto your face, āWhy didnāt you just come back?ā
āWas trying to distract myself. Didnāt want to disappoint you,ā he mutters, his eyes closed and his arms folded across his chest as you start the car, āI know you wanted me to talk to the annoying old farts.ā
And then he promptly dozed off, like a precious little baby.
You were about 15 minutes from his place when Rafayel stirred awake from the mere feeling of your hand on his thigh. It was far too dark to see the tent growing in his pants, all from your fingers stroking his sensitive thighs, even when he was unconscious.
āHey,ā you murmur softly, giving him a smile when you see the movement in the corner of your eye, āYou feeling okay? I have water in my bag.ā
āP-Pull over,ā Rafayel slurs, still clearly drunk. His eyes are glued to your palm on his leg. Not even he knows why the innocent touch has him so worked up and feral.
āWhat?!ā you exclaim in a mix of disbelief and shock, āWeāre so close to home āā
āPull over,ā he urges you again, the strain between his legs growing painful, āPlease.ā
His urgency makes you nervous, and you quickly find a secluded area you can pull over, turning your hazards on when you do so.
āDo you need to throw up?ā you turn to him worriedly, grasping his thigh tighter in your fingers and rubbing soothingly, unsure of what to do.Ā
Rafayel groans at your unknowingly innocent actions, rubbing his hand down his face, which only makes you worry more.Ā
You undo your seatbelt so you can sit on your knees and face him, your hands still rubbing up and down his thighs, hoping to make him feel better.
Rafayel takes that opportunity to undo his own seatbelt, hoisting you out of your seat and onto his lap. You try to muffle your scream as he effortlessly carries you onto his lap, cramped between his body and the front dash. It always surprised you just how powerful Rafayelās body was despite his toned and slender build.
āRafayel!ā you squeal as he sits you on his lap, āWhat are you doing?!ā
He doesnāt speak, only looking up at you with big wet eyes. He spreads your thighs so that they cage his own legs, his hands resting on your sumptuous hips. Despite his strong and possessive hold, youāre still able to twist around to grab your tote bag, pulling out a plastic water bottle.
āDonāt need to throw up,ā he mumbles, looking up at you through his long and dark eyelashes, āJusā need you.āĀ
With his hand on your back he pushes you down until your chest is flush with his, capturing your lips in a feverish all-consuming kiss. The bitter and sharp taste of alcohol is still strong on his tongue, his lips impatiently messy and insistent. Rafayel rocks up into you as he loses himself into your embrace, his very clear and prominent erection begging for attention.Ā
āR-Raf!ā you pull away, even at his whiny refusal, hands still tugging at the clothing at your hips, āDid you really make me pull over for this?ā Your eyes dart around nervously, making sure thereās no cars around you. But it wasnāt necessary, Rafayelās windows were so tinted that even if you had your nose pressed to the glass you wouldnāt be able to see much.Ā
āCome on, at least drink some water while weāre pulled over,ā you untwist the cap of your reusable water bottle.Ā
āNo,ā Rafayel pouts at you, the rose flecks in his eyes glow as he looks up pleadingly at you, āI donā want water, wanna kiss you.ā
You canāt help but laugh, despite the risky and precarious situation you find yourself in. That situation being Rafayelās very excited crotch.Ā
āDonāt laugh,ā Rafayel broods, his bottom lip jutted out, shiny with a sheen of saliva, āI wanted to be with you all night, āspecially when everyone was getting your attention.ā He presses his chin onto your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your body wash and pressing wet kisses into your neck.
āWanā my reward now,ā Rafayel slurs, his wandering fingers hooking under the thin strap of your evening dress, slipping it off your shoulders.
āYouāre drunk Rafayel,ā you reason firmly, even though your body is already betraying you. Your thighs squirm, widening instinctively for him, excitement pooling at the apex of your legs.Ā
āSooo?ā Rafayelās head fall backs onto the headrest, āJust give me a taste, please?ā
You want to keep a level head, deny his insane request, but his hard body against your pliable one makes you desperate for more. Besidesā¦the windows are almost completely blacked out and you were in a very secluded upper-end neighborhood, where all the homes had nearly miles of yard between them.Ā
āFineā¦ā you concede, āBut only if you drink some water.ā
Rafayelās eyes practically radiate, nodding eagerly and raising his lips to the cool bottle. His sudden willingness is comical, and you smile fondly at him as you help him to drink. Rafayelās fingers squeeze against your waist, your soft skin making him grow thicker and hotter by the second.
His body unconsciously grinds against you as he drinks the water, eyes open wide with a faux innocence, staring right at your heated and flushed cheeks. Heās so focussed on admiring the irresistible look of desire on your face as he relentlessly rocks into you, that he doesnāt even feel the cold streams of water trickling down his shaky chin.Ā
His fingers trace delicate and intricate shapes into your waist, eyes hooded at the feeling of your heat against his throbbing member. His eyes never leave yours as he finishes the last of the water, looking up at you through his thick purple eyelashes. His eyes shine brightly, the pinks in them accentuated by the LEDs of the car, watching you with a vast sea of desire.Ā
Just as you remove the bottle from his lips, Rafayel lowers the angle of the passenger seat, as far down as it can possibly go.
You shriek in panic, clutching onto Rafayel as the chair dips suddenly, limbs flailing wildly. Rafayel takes that opportunity to lift your thighs, hoisting you nearly to the top of the passenger seat until youāre kneeling with his face in between your thighs.
āR-Rafayel!ā you yelp, gripping onto the leather backseat for balance, thighs squirming at the feeling of his warm breath fanning against your exposed lips. The slick that had pooled in your panties makes you much more sensitive to his heated pants. Practically dripping onto his face.Ā
āYou promised a taste,ā he mumbles, all consumed by the way you glisten against the dim indoor lights of his car. He doesnāt let you get another word in before heās pulling your panties to the side and licking a fat strip up your slit, all the way to your clit.
āNgh ā Raf!ā If it werenāt for his strong hands on your thighs you wouldāve crushed him with the way your knees buckled and you nearly fell on top of him.
Rafayel doesnāt speak, only a filthy string of wet slurps and strung out moans audible, this tongue writhing against you, positively starved. The way he makes out with your cunt makes your muscles melt, your body nearly melding into the seats.
Rafayel can feel your shaky legs struggling to keep you up and he pulls your hips down, guiding you to sit on his face. In your surprise, you fall completely, a choked sob of bliss ripping from your mouth when Rafayel completely engulfs your weeping cunt into his mouth.
You're a babbling mess of the most lewd cries, your thighs clenching unbearably at the pleasure Rafayelās tongue forces into you. You try not to put too much weight on Rafayel, but he only pushes you down, wanting you to crush his skull.Ā
āTastes so sweet,ā Rafayel moans into you, the vibrations of his praises reverberating through every single one of your nerve endings. As he eats you with a relentless excitement, his eager nose strokes along your folds, gathering your arousal with every stroke.
āAnd itās all for me,ā he whines in the most pussy drunken voice youāve ever heard from him, likely from the heavy intoxication, āNo one else's, just mine.ā
You can tell heās still reeling from the encounter at the gala, with the man whoād wanted to buy the piece heād painted for you. Just reassuring himself of things he already knew to be fact.
āAnd youāre mine,ā you gasp through the sparks in your vision, wrought with pleasure. You do your best to keep your nails out of the expensive leather upholstery, tearing at Rafayelās skin instead.
He grunts with the sting of your scratches, the pain fueling his excitement, which he funnels into the way he devours you, slurping up every single drop that pools down your lips.Ā
With one hand on your thigh, he palms himself through his dress pants, jerking furiously.
It isnāt long before he yanks you away with a desperate gasp, carrying you back down onto his lap, āNeed to be inside you now, ākay?ā
The ears ring with the whiplash, the pleasure being yanked away suddenly, staring at Rafayel with dumbfounded wide eyes. You barely register when he takes his bare cock out, rubbing it up and down your absolutely drenched folds, your dress bunched to your waist.
He holds himself firm in his fingers by the base, squeezing down as he rubs up and down your glistening slit, peering up at your rosy cheeks.Ā
āBaby?ā he huffs, sounding faraway, āCan I?ā
You barely even register your nod, your body moving on its own volition. Rafayel grins, lining himself up and not wasting another second before sinking himself into you, his favorite place in the entire world.
Your face is stuck in a perpetual oh as Rafayel sinks all the way into you, his veins especially prominent in his intoxication. You can almost feel them throbbing as they squeeze against your tight walls, his hips flattering when he feels himself hit the soft walls of your g-spot.
āNgh ā I love you, Y/N,ā Rafayel moans, his arms coming up to wrap around your back, pulling you tightly against his torso.
You nuzzle your head into Rafayelās chest, needing the support as he starts to rock into you, bouncing your body off his lap with the strength of his thighs.Ā
āO-Oh God,ā you whimper into his chest, letting him man handle you against himself, too overwhelmed by the way heād made you feel with his tongue, and now his cock.Ā
āJ-Jusā like that, baby,ā Rafayel mewls into the crown of your head, taking in deep lungfuls of your scent. His arms are wrapped so tightly around you that you almost canāt breathe, but you only want him to hold you harder, tighter.Ā
You canāt even be bothered to care that youāre fucking in such a public area, the risk of getting caught just a faraway thought. The only thing you can find yourself caring about is the way Rafayel drives deeper into your guts, forcing you to look at him as he buries himself into you.
āHah ā pretty girl,ā he breathes out, his body slowing. You realize the alcohol must be making him tired, and you force your weight onto your knees.Ā
āL-Let me, Raf,ā you whisper, sitting up as much as you can until your head brushes against the car roof. Rafayel watches you with wondrous eyes as you begin to ride him.
āOo-oh shiit,ā he groans, mesmerized by the way you roll your body into him, āYou're so perfect, Y/N. Just like that, please donāt s-stop.ā
You whimper, biting your lip and trying to control the way his cock has your body screaming for release. You lean back onto his knees, one hand grappling at the window for leverage, the other cupping his balls.Ā
Your hand is met with the wet condensation of the frosted window, the mixture of yours and Rafayelās torrid breaths fogging up the interior completely. Itās such a sensual sight that you clench down on Rafayel, thinking about the passion of this moment, in the confined space of his favorite car.Ā
Rafayel lets out the most delicious string of moans and expletives as you gently massage his balls in your fingers, fondling them delicately, āOh God, that feels so good, you feel ā angh ā amazing.ā
You throw all your energy into rolling your hips against Rafayelās pelvis, wanting to use him until you were utterly spent.
āSo big Raf,ā you wail, struggling to keep up a rhythm as his size splits you in half, āI-Iām soo clo-ose.ā
āFuuck, me too,ā Rafayel grunts, his neck craning back, back arching slightly at the way you ride him so filthily, āDonāt stop, Iām almost ā ngh ā there.ā
His lewd words are your last straw, your hips stuttering as your cunt coils tightly around his length, your body orgasming so intensely through your tightly shut eyes. You desperately hope no one is nearby, because the muffled screams coming from the inside of the car were sure to be audible.Ā
āYou love me, right?ā Rafayel slurs, his eyes wet and on the verge of coming undone, needing your words to be the final push.
āI love you Raf,ā you gasp brokenly, still bouncing on his lap, āSoo-oo much!ā
Your vice grip on him has Rafayel seeing stars of his own, the blinding pleasure signaling his own release. As he cums, he brings you back to his chest in a heated embrace, babbling into your mussed hair.
āI love you, I love you, I love you,ā comes his strangled mantra, the words overflowing from his wet puffy lips, āMy Queen.ā
You whimper as Rafayel fills you with rope after rope of his hot seed, it already beginning to seep out of your hole and down his still hard length. He gives you everything he has, the soul nearly being sucked out his body through his cockhead.
Rafayel digs his nails into your back as you overstimulate him with your languid thrusts, urging you to stop.Ā
āN-No more,ā he whines, holding you in place, āYouāre trying to kill me.ā
You still your hips with a chuckle, listening to his rapidly pounding heart, āI would never.ā
Rafayel strokes your hair, holding you against his body, his cock softening and slipping out of you. You wince at the feeling of how much dampness leaks out of you, sitting up and trying to cup yourself so it doesnāt leak all over Rafayelās seats.
But Rafayel holds you back down, āNo. Stay.ā
āRafayel, it's going to ruin the seats!ā
āI donāt care,ā he mumbles, his voice still sluggish from the alcohol, nuzzling his face into your chest as he hugs you to keep you from moving.
āYou care, you love this car. I love this car,ā you whine, trying to pull away and keep the slick from spilling everywhere, but he doesnāt relent.Ā
āJust say you love the car more than me,ā he sulks, his bottom lip protruding.Ā
You glare at him, before deciding to tease him and play along, āI love the car more than yāā
Rafayel covers your mouth with his hand, squinting at you, āIf you finish that sentence Iāll scream.ā
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Yandere! Elf Prince x Unlucky survivor F!reader ā MDNI! TW: Fantasy setting, elf!yandere, power imbalance, royalty and servant, explicit torture, murder, one sided affection, non con, cunnilingus, fingering, P in V, breeding kink, forced creampie (multiple)
Everything is perfect.Ā
He planned absolutely everything for you, youāre the only one missing now.Ā
Prince Aodh takes a look around his large quarters in the Palace. He measures his chances. He truly does. He knows meeting his one and only is something that only happens to the most lucky, so many people live and die without ever meeting their true other half. So, for Him to have had the chance to meet you, He considers himself extremely lucky!Ā
And soon, He intends to honor you like you deserve to be.Ā
Prince Aodh ordered a lot of new pillows everywhere to create nests for you to lie down and relax.Ā
He will lay you down in all of them and take you tenderly all night long.Ā
He added a lot of new surfaces in his quarters. If you're freaky enough, He will gladly take you on them too. Anything to amuse you.Ā
He is quite excited and a bit nervous, actually. This is his first rut with a partner. Nobody in his kingdom ever caught his eye, not even his betrothed, so he took his brotherās remedy to suppress his rut all his life to keep them at bay. He got through life watching couples flourishing and getting at it passionately when the rut came. To him, it was always more of an annoyance and disturbance in his work. Try to keep an army focused when their instincts are screaming at them to take their partners to bed! A real challenge. Thanks to the Forest God, the Crown passed an edict forcing each general and minister to take suppressants, now calm and peace came back in the ranks, and he could speak to level-headed adults and not toddlers in armor consistently on the verge of implosion. Honestly, this aspect of the Elven species is such a burden! What a shame to be reduced to a rabid animal when you are civilized like them! For those reasons, he always hated that part of himself, what a relief he felt when his twin brother offered him that burgundy remedy to calm down his ardors when He developed his first pulsions. The sensation of freshness and renewed control he felt when he gulped down that mixture for the first timeā¦ Truly a blessing!Ā
If there is something He absolutely despises, itās the loss of control.Ā
Prince Aodh knew of the pleasure of the flesh, but he never met someone worth enduring the rut with! Not even his betrothed.Ā Ā
But then,Ā Ā
He met you.Ā
Perfect you.Ā
Adorable you.Ā
How could He have predicted you? So far away from your people and civilization, in an empire of elves, how could He have predicted meeting his perfect match? The first time he saw you, lost and wounded in the black forest, He knew. He knew God created you for him and him only. You were dirty and bleeding, disheveled and starving, on the verge of death in your torn clothes.Ā
A frail, lost human woman...Ā
Did he find you beautiful?Ā Ā
No idea.Ā Ā
You just immediately caught his eyes, like a firefly is tempted by light He was drawn to you by a force beyond his understanding. He stopped his horse, completely ditching his twin brother, who kept hunting ahead of him, and got down to greet you, fearing you were just a mirage of his imagination.Ā
You lost consciousness right in front of him. The Prince just had the time to catch you before you hit the ground. He lifted your limp body up and carried you on his noble steed right back to the Secret Palace, a place so sacred no uninvited human could ever come across it.Ā Ā
He ordered his physicians to immediately take you in charge and look over you every hour of the day and night, no matter if they were exhausted! The idea of seeing you die was unthinkable to him!Ā
You were only a meager human, so why was he acting so erratic at the idea of your death? Others, and he wondered.Ā
He only had to watch over you at night, listen to your feeble breath, and feel your fragile hands squeeze his large hand in a survival reflex for him to know.Ā
HisĀ
You were his.Ā
And he were yours.Ā
You were mates, destined by the Gods.Ā
Your pheromones make his head spin so deliciously, He only has to dive his nose in the crook of your neck to get high off your scent, delectable vertigos seizing him like he was flying high in the sky.Ā
He felt like He was struck by lightning when He first heard your chuckle at one of his dry-humored responses to a fool of an apothecary in charge of healing you, and that was the sweetest sound He ever heard in his life!Ā
Sweeter even than the songs of the She-elves sung under the moonlight for the celebration of the Light. And you are so intelligentā¦ He has the greatest pleasure discussing with you about everything!Ā
He already fantasized about inviting you into his Tactical room to strategize together. Or just have you sit cutely on his large lap while he orders his generals...Ā
The Crown would never allow it... For nowĀ
He would find a way to make it bend the knee.Ā
Prince Aodh also has to deal with his betrothed asking why he is worrying about a meager human life. They were supposed to wed soon, and he was spending more time with you than preparing himself for her. He had to suppress a growl.Ā Ā
He never had any interest in her as a future partner or even just a friend. Why would he? It is a purely political marriage; he just has to ensure she gets pregnant, and his job will be done. He has no intention to waste more energy than necessary with her.Ā
She never understood him, she wonāt start now. He can give her a baby to keep her occupied, and run back to your embrace and love you as it pleases him.Ā
But before dealing with his unsufferable fiance, he had more pressing problemsĀ
Right after leaving the infirmary, you started to make heart eyes at one of his lieutenants!Ā
And apparently He was not the only elf with scandalous taste around here because his lieutenant was flirting back...Ā
That fool had no education or class, why were you making doe eyes at him in the first place?Ā Ā
How?Ā
Why?Ā
He could not tolerate it, He felt love for the very first time. He was not going to let you fly away from him that easily, especially for a mere elf such as him!Ā
So He started to take action. He kept his Lieutenant constantly away from the Secret Palace, giving him dangerous missions after dangerous missions, hoping he would get killed.Ā
But the cockroach always came back!Ā
When it was clear you were healed, the Crown asked you to return to your human lands and never come back. The Prince proposed to keep you here and teach you the Elven ways and language to send you back as a messenger and a diplomat between the two races!Ā
Humans and Elvesā diplomatic ties were now so tenuous now the two former allies were growing more and more hostile towards each other century by century until the former glory days of the Alliance would be no more than forgotten legends in the minds of men, and War broke out.Ā Ā
Sending an envoy to your people could change the course of History.Ā
And he could keep you at his side.Ā
The Crown abided by his whims after long and numerous arguments between them.Ā
You were not exactly comfortable here, but living among the Elves is a privilege and an honor! And despite the little sparkle of fear in your eyes, He could see you were excited by the adventure. He gave you teachers and a servant to ease your everyday life and āhiredā you as his aide, keeping you close to him every day.Ā
Like a dream...Ā
And a away from that damn Lieutenant!Ā
He kept giving you conflicting agendas to make it hard for you to see each other. He made sure to humiliate his rival as much as possible with a stern expression and impossible questions when you three met, hoping your opinion about his rival would get tarnished, slowly but surely, for you to lose interest and distance yourself from him.Ā
During that time, He worked to place himself in your life as a friend, a comforting presence, and a shoulder to put your head on. He let you see parts of him he never revealed to anybody, not even His brother. You spent so many sleepless nights chatting together in his office around a glass of wine, he truly felt your relationship growing more intimate and purposeful. You had full access to his office for you to take care of his baby phoenix together, you who learned to love it so much! He kept showering you with privileges and special moments with him.Ā
He chuckles, thinking back about them! He thought he was in love with them back then, but clearly he did not know anything about love.Ā
He loves you now, and this is the purest thing he has ever felt through the long centuries of his life.Ā
And he thinks... NO, he is SURE you feel the same toward him!Ā
How would it be any different? He is an elven Prince after all! You should feel honored that He even laid his eyes on you once!Ā
And he wants so much more than just to lay his eyes on you!Ā
Everything was slowly falling into place, as the Prince wished.Ā
Or so he thought.Ā
One night, leaving his office, he wanted to stroll in the rose garden and pick a flower for you to discover on your pillow when you woke up. You lock your bedroom like any sane woman would, but you are not as sane as you imagine if you think a lock can keep him away from you!Ā
He saw you twoĀ
Embrassing each otherĀ
Kissing each otherĀ
Exchanging sweet words discreetlyĀ
That wretched peasant...!Ā
You were clearly under a curse or a spell! Why else would you still have an interest in that poor fool either way? Elf magic is powerful, and human minds are weak; it would not take much for you to fall into a trap.Ā
He felt his blood boil and his soul cry for youĀ
His belovedĀ
His darlingĀ
Stuck between the claws of a wicked elf!Ā
He had to save you!Ā
He had to intervene drastically.Ā
It was quite simple: a hunting trip, a quick shot at the back of the head, dumping the body in the nearest river, and returning home, abandoning the corpse to the unchained elements.Ā
Oh, you were devastated, in tears for days. Days he offered his shoulder for you to cry on, hugging you tightly to appease your pain and relieve you. He cradled you for days, slowly reclaiming his place in your heart.Ā
He knows the kind of cold and imposing aura He gives off as the Heir of the Crown, so He took care to be as tender and soft as possible, giving you glimpses of his loving, intimate side.Ā
But you were in terrible shape, your mood and body seemed to decay day after day... He kept coming to you every day, in the hope of seeing you smile his way, running to him to hug him tight and declare him your endless love now that the curse was lifted.Ā
But you never did, and each day you seemed closer and closer to dying of malnourishment.Ā
Was the curse still in place?Ā
He was walking to his brother to ask him for advice on how to lift a strong curse, as magic was more his brotherās passion than his. He had just the time to see you both enter your bedroom and lock yourself upĀ
He was frozen in placeĀ
...Ā
His brotherĀ
His twinĀ
The closest being in his life until you...Ā
He was going behind his back...?!Ā
He was abusing his face, similar to his, to gain access to your bed!?Ā
The surprise dissolved in his veins to make place for the bitter taste of betrayal and the heat of the flames of ire and hate.Ā
Prince Aodh watched you both exit your bedroom, hidden behind a marble statue, as his brother caressed your cheek tenderly while you nodded, wiping a tear off your cheek with a tight smile.Ā
He clawed the column, leaving fissures in the stone in his rage.Ā
That same night, He entered his oh so dear brotherās room in silence, pinning a charm of silence and secrecy to the door for nobody to hear them. He remained standing, watching his brother sleep peacefully in the large bed.Ā
Fooling around with humans is not exactly forbidden, but his brother always notoriously looked at the practice with disdain and some disgust.Ā
And whatās the first thing this traitor did once Prince Aodh brought his human mate home...?!Ā
He could not help the serpentine hiss escaping his lips as He grabbed his brotherās throat, feeling the blood and the air flowing in and out.Ā
For a minute, He fantasized about squeezing this white throat until He strangled this traitor!Ā
But instead, He took out a bottle from his pocket and slowly opened the lid. He dramatically lifted the bottle over his brotherās face and poured down everything.Ā
Immediately, the acid started devouring his brotherās flesh with a disgusting sizzling sound.Ā
His brother immediately awoke, screaming in pain as Prince Aodh admired the flesh swelling up with bubbles and reddening with all the blood seeping out of the gushing pores.Ā
It was... Fascinating to witness this face, the same as his, getting disfigured under his eyes, how the flesh swells like a fruit too ripe and bursts open, wounding his brother beyond repair.Ā
His brother fell to the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs, trying to tear his painful skin off for a modicum of relief, digging his nails into the gushing, bleeding flesh. He was wriggling on the ground pathetically when He pressed his foot down his ribcage to immobilize his brother, observing his result like he would a painting.Ā
The once handsome face is now a grotesque mask of swollen flesh falling off with fumes and visible bones.Ā
Maybe it will even kill his brother... He was losing strength by the second, and soon would lose consciousness, and maybe dive into the dark waves of death for good.Ā
Before he fainted, He lowered himself to press his lips to what he supposed to be an ear before and whispered.Ā
āYou will never approach her again... Never.Again...āĀ
His brother was discovered unmoving the next morning by a now traumatized Help and transported to the infirmary promptly. To this day, he has not woken up. Prince Aodh forbade you to enter the chamber under the pretense that he was afflicted by an illness that would be fatal for a human.Ā
So you obeyed.Ā
Like a cute little darling.Ā
He was in heaven!Ā
Finally!Ā
He had you for himself!Ā Ā
No other pesky rival was standing between you two!Ā
It was finally time to formally profess your love for each other and mate together for life. Of course, humans are a mateless species, but that is nothing a little bit of magic cannot fix!Ā
It will feel like a chain at first for you, but you will not mind since you will be bound to him.Ā
He cannot wait!Ā
Which brings us to today.Ā
He never forced himself on you, but that doesnāt mean He canāt initiate actions, so He will seduce you out of your mind and take you to bed this week, and He will taste the pleasure of the rut for the first time in his life. He will indulge so much! Keeping you in bed for a full month, breeding you over and over, authorizing you to leave the nests only for the most basic of human necessities, and grabbing you back in the sheets immediately.Ā
He will get you addicted to him, to his cock. Absolutely ruining any other male for you. He will make sure you become pregnant, locking you with him forever. You are not a cruel woman to deny your child a father, no matter how horrible He might be.Ā
But He doesnāt have to be horrible to youā¦Ā
If you stay with him, He will be the most gentle, tender lover youāve ever met, satisfying you beyond measure.Ā
If you ever look at another person, howeverā¦ You will taste his wrath and learn your mistake in pain. But He does it for you both, He knows whatās truly good for you!Ā
HimĀ
Solely him.Ā
What better for a humanās happiness than a willing, devoted elven prince anyway?Ā
You need no one else in your life. Not even your former family. You will forget them rapidly when He will be plaguing your mind 24/7. Just as you do to him.Ā
He absent-mindedly caresses a pillow of one of the nests. Younger him never knew why Elvesā bedrooms were so large and had so many pillows in them.Ā Ā
For the nests obviously.Ā
It is quite common for couples to prefer a nest of pillows, furs, and plushies to their bed. And for the first time in his life, He understands why.Ā
Oh, He cannot waitā¦Ā Ā
Embracing you in those soft, fluffy nests and taking you languorously until you cry out of love and exhaustion, while He keeps thrusting deep into you. Your cute face in tears and forced into the furs while you squirt violently around his cock.Ā
He caresses his lips with a deviant smile, oh Heās going to enjoy it so muchā¦ Having you completely cock drunk, a babbling mess while He towers over you in full control. Oh, that is going to be so sweetā¦Ā
And you will become pregnant! Letās not forget that delicious fact.Ā
He cannot wait to see you round with his child, maybe his twins or triplets. He will give you so many children! Elves have very large families, He is no exception; his instincts scream at him to procreate as much as possible with you.Ā
He wants to meet his children now, having them running around you both all day longā¦ He will be the most dotting father ever and love them all day long, spoiling them rotten, maybe even to your dismayĀ
He chuckles at himself. He is already fantasizing about your future children without even having tasted your lips yet!Ā
Silly him!Ā
But he cannot help it, you are his little birdie he desperately wants to cage.Ā Ā
Sometimes he even doubts you love him with how little attention you give him or how uninterested you appear in his conversation, some days.Ā
But you do love him.Ā
He knows you do.Ā
And you better do.Ā
He has nothing against using chains and gags, but He would like you to be happy at his side, not just a captive! But once pregnant, you will do the only respectable thing to do and accept to bond with him.Ā
It will be your only way to remain alive after the offense of seducing the Crownās Heir.Ā
Then you will be with him forever.Ā
Living happily together, surrounded by your numerous heirs.Ā
He also prepared for that; he modified his diet, intensified his training routine, and started to take remedies the royal apothecary promised him would boost his fertility every day. One day, you came into his office, and you asked him what those berries were that he was swallowing with such a large smile. He lied to you, pretending it was only his favorite treat. It was too soon to reveal he was already planning your future pregnancies so early in your secret love affair, and you would have been scared, and He doesnāt want to scare you, only to back you into a corner.Ā
You are two different species after all, He cannot let those things go to the hazard.Ā
One week ago, when He felt the first symptoms of the rut, He gulped down twice the dosage, just to be sureā¦Ā
Prince Aodh used to hate those symptoms, those heat waves and sore muscles, but today He welcomes them with so much pleasure. He also felt growing territorial and possessive. He always tolerated you having friends among his people, He is not a complete monster, but those last few days? They realized how terrifying He could be with a single glance in their direction. They didnāt even have to speak with you; only standing in your vicinity was enough to send him into a boiling rage! Especially the males! He would appear from out of nowhere, his aura murderous and shooting them with his red gaze and dump them with even more chores and duties, especially on the other side of the Palace, far away from you, his darling.Ā
One had the nerve to hug you, and He ordered his servants to wash and scrub your body for a full hour despite your complaints to get rid of his disgusting scent. He couldnāt help it, it was making him gag to smell another male on you.Ā Ā
You didnāt see that friend from then onā¦Ā
The sun rises, signaling to him it is time to head to the Grand room where He organized a session with all his advisors to treat the Stateās latest affairs. Youāll be here, obviously, as his devoted, cute little aide. He will gorge himself on your scent and presence, boosting him for the rest of the day.Ā Ā
No, for the whole month!Ā
He walks peacefully towards the board room, back straight and head high, when He starts to feel a heat wave approaching. Oh well, he will take a bath later.Ā
He turns a corner and smiles.Ā
You are here, notebook in hand, as the cutest little human aide you are. You never wait for him, too visible, and he likes his privacy, so you took the habit of getting ahead of him for him to meet you midway.Ā
Clever you, you know he cannot reveal your love affair to the Crown yet, so you take action without him even asking!Ā
Such an intelligent mate. You can hold entire conversations just looking into each otherās eyes. You are truly made for one another.Ā
He doesnāt slow down as he reaches you, his heart sprinting as your hands graze for a split second.Ā
āGood morning, Your Highness .ā You greet.Ā
āGood morning, (Y/n).āĀ
āYou seem tense. Are you all right?ā You ask, raising an eyebrow.Ā
Oh, sweet, adorable you, you know him so wellā¦ And you always take care of him, noticing in one glance that something changed in him, not that He tried to hide it from you. You can see those parts of him, you are allowed.Ā
And those heatwaves are not really comfortableā¦Ā
āAm I?ā Prince Aodh asks with a lopsided grin, āQuite the contrary, I feel full of energy.āĀ
āReally? Good.ā You nodded. āWe will need it for today.āĀ
You think about the politics and warfare, He thinks about the bed.Ā
āI am sure it will be a productive day.ā He slowly nods, approvingly.Ā
Your scent comes to brush his nose, and He deeply inhales, inviting it deep into his lungs. It sets his nerves on fire, electrifying him to his core. He feels his horns tingling deliciously.Ā
That feels so goodā¦Ā
You reach the Tactical room where everyone else is waiting and take your place. He opens the Map of the Empire, and the session can start.Ā
Prince Aodh was fully focused, mind set on his strategies, listening to his subordinates when it struck him like lightning. All his muscles suddenly violently contracted, chasing all the air out of his lungs. His usually so well-organized mind completely froze like stunted. It was so violent that He almost lost his balance and collapsed. But He held on, standing firm on his feet.Ā
And now there is only one thing he cares about.Ā
You.Ā
āEveryoneā¦ Out.ā He says so coldly, a shudder spreads through the audience.Ā
āYour Highness? Did we do-ā One starts to speak to understand this sudden shift of behavior.Ā
āOut!ā He shouts, slamming his fist on the table.Ā
Everyone scurries outside, itās the very first time they ever heard him raise his voice in a meeting, and they donāt intend to hear more!Ā
ā(Y/n), you stay.ā He orders harshly.Ā
He feels his cock gorging itself with blood, getting warmer and constricted in his tight pants.Ā
So this is how it truly feelsā¦ The sudden craving, hunger for flesh, that urge commanding all his senses and priorities. A desire so powerful that his only thought is to breed you immediately, right here and there, like an animal.Ā
You remain still, worried. You look at him, hugging your notebook against your breast, well hidden under that stupid tunic. He wants to tear it all apart, destroying it completely to discover your sweet naked body at lastĀ
His hard gaze is on those incompetents who still havenāt evacuated the room. He turns towards the young helpers who are absolutely terrified, pressing themself at the door to leave as quickly as possible.Ā Ā Ā
If they donāt go away He will take you in front of them without any shame!Ā Ā
They must have felt his black gaze on them because they suddenly managed to pass through the door and disappear away from him.Ā Ā
The doors are shut.Ā
And He now turns towards you.Ā
You are now completely alone with a pissed-off Elven Prince.Ā
You are terrified beyond measure. He never raised his voice. Ever. He looks at you with a dark glare, like He could eat you up in one bite.Ā
You gulp.Ā
He skirts the large table, dark eyes fixed on you, frowning terribly. You press your notebook closer against you in a soothing manner. Did you do something? Said something? Angered him in some way?Ā
āYour Highness? Is something wrong?ā You ask with tremors in your voice.Ā
You hope talking to him would snap him out of it, but He keeps walking towards you like a carnivore having cornered its prey.Ā
āSirā¦ā You call again.Ā
In complete silence, He seizes your notebook out of your grasp and just tears it in half like itās nothing before tossing it aside. You gasp, shocked.Ā
āSir! If I did-āĀ
You have no time to finish your sentence, his large hand comes to grasp your throat and pushes you against the wall, where He captures your lips in a demanding kiss.Ā
What the fuck is going on?!Ā
Whatās wrong with the Prince?!Ā
Since day one, he looked at you in a weird fashion, and you consistently felt his breath on the back of your neck! Sometimes you were even sure to feel a presence in your room at night! You remained friendly and nice and polite, fearing he might explode all of a sudden.Ā
And right now, he is exploding. You are so shocked and terrified that you do not know how to react to his aggression, and you feel yourself frozen in fear.Ā
He presses his large body against yours, more petite in comparison. He squeezes your throat to force you to open your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. He groans in the kiss like a pissed-off dragon as his tongue meets and hugs yours.Ā
You feel his erection against your pelvis, He brushes your groins together, leaving no doubt in your mind about whatās going to happen next. You moan pitifully, feeling yourself going limp.Ā
He suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pushes you unceremoniously against the wooden table, bending you over as your breath is cut. You have no time to register what He just did, He is behind you, towering over your figure and gripping the fabric of your pants, and violently tearing them off.Ā
āSir?!ā You beg, at loss for words.Ā Ā
The Prince pulls on your sweet undergarmentsĀ
He cheekily hoped you would not be wearing any like a naughty girl, but opening you like a present is also nice.Ā Ā
You try to rise up, but are immediately pushed back down with his hand on the back of your neck.Ā
āDo. Not. Move.ā He orders with a chilling tone, inviting zero resistance.Ā
So you remain bent over, immobile, feeling the cold air hitting your exposed pussy. You gulp, throat dry, devoured by anxiety.Ā
You suddenly feel his wet tongue parting your folds. You grip the wood for dear life as He starts eating you out voraciously, like a starved animal.Ā Ā
āOh my gods, Sirā¦!ā You gasp, out of your mind.Ā
He locates your clit and starts teasing it with sweet laps, circling it, gliding across it. He moans loudly to excite you further and you start feeling something wet leaking out of your pussy to roll on your thighs. He takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it avidly, like a lollipop, making it roll between his lips and titillating it with the tip of his warm tongue.Ā
He just acts on instincts right now and they are telling him to devour your sweet pussy first.Ā
You press your hand to your mouth and immediately feel him bite the tender flesh of your thigh.Ā
āI forbid you to remain silent.āĀ
And to prove his point he takes a big, sloppy lap with the flat of his tongue from your clit to your perineum. You canāt help but moan in response, your legs starting to tremble under his care.Ā
āYou are getting so wet. Good.ā He praises you, but the tone is dark andā¦ dangerous.Ā
He parts your pussylips with two fingers and probs your entrance with his tongue, drinking your slick loudly.Ā
āAh! Yo-Your Majestyā¦ā You choke on your words.Ā
āWhat is it, my darling? No male ever honored you this way? Such a shame.ā He tuts.Ā
He grabs your butt with his two hands and penetrates you with his long, warm tongue. You can feel it waves inside you, grazing your sweet spot so deliciously, he circles it and glides across it with the tip of his tongue.Ā
Gosh, he wants to take you right now, but you could never take his size without any preparation. And he has always been curious about your pussyās taste, and despite his urges it seemed like a good choice to him. His instincts are always right.Ā
He is always right.Ā
And your sweet gasps go straight to his cock, he is getting so painfully hard just hearing and tasting you. This is so addictive. He suddenly understands all those couples he used to look at with disdain.Ā
This is nothing like just sex, this is much more addicting and thrilling!Ā
This is just soā¦ Right!Ā
He is not eating you out gently, but like a starved animal who just found a juicy piece of meat. He growls and purrs, satisfied by your tremors and quivers under his touch. This is how you should be with him all the time, a good girl for him to play all day long, a little bit fearful and dripping wet.Ā
He expertly opens his trousers to free his erection and starts pumping it in rhythm with your sweet mewls. You are like a little bird who sang the sweetest melodies for him.Ā Ā
He has no idea if you ever squirted in your life but this is now his mission, you are not leaving his embrace until you squirted for him, no matter how many tries it takes, how many hours he will have to fuck you, youāre going to do it.Ā Ā
For him.Ā Ā
For his pleasure.Ā
He slurps down your essence loudly, satisfied with your taste. This is quite savory, youāre about to become his new favorite treat!Ā Ā
āHow does it feel?ā He teases between sips, āDo you like it?āĀ
You, on your end, just cannot respond. The only sounds passing your lips right now are desperate moans as he eats you out conscientiously. Your brain is frozen in a fight-or-flight response.Ā Ā
āMy little bird does not wish to sing to me?ā He growls.Ā
And he slaps your pussy. You shake with a groan of pain and pleasure, to your utmost distress.Ā
āAh! Itā¦ Iāve never done thatā¦ā You confess, panting, praying he will take pity on youĀ
He smiles as he devours youĀ
Good.Ā
Your pussy will only know his lips and no one else. Only he will make you feel this good.Ā
āVocalize your pleasure louder. I want the whole Palace to know whoās making you feel this good.āĀ
He laughs at himself internally. He who took care of hiding your love affair from anyone else is ready to throw everything through the window if it means everyone knows you belong to him and him only right now!Ā
The rut is truly something else.Ā
āAh S-Sir...!ā You call for him when he resumes tonguefucking you.Ā
But he canāt help it, you just taste so good. He will eat you out every morning from now on. Who cares if someone hears you through the wall of his bed chamber?Ā
Not him, not anymore.Ā
Youāll be mated anyway, so it is only normal that he fulfills his duty and takes care of his charming darling every day!Ā
You gasp as a wave of pleasure crashes upon you suddenly, so much you feel your pussy spurting something in his face with great force. Was that... An orgasm?Ā
You gulp, your first orgasm... At the hand of that creepy prince, white like a ghost and dead white eyes... You tried to remain on his good side by humoring him with conversations, but you did not foresee the trap you stepped into...Ā
He darkly chuckles, having reached his goal. You delivered splendidly! He licks his lips clean of your essence, feeling it beading from his chin. That was even better than he anticipated, the little jump his heart did when you squirted in his mouth as if he were a young child being offered a sweet!Ā
You try to catch your breath, still bent over the console, shaken by that orgasm and your fear, feeling your throat dry like the desert.Ā
You froze, hearing the sound of a belt behind you.Ā
āOh sweet thing, this is only the beginning...āĀ He rasps, already thinking about this month of rut ahead of you two...Ā
So delicious.Ā
You feel his erection pressed against your spasming pussy, coating his shaft with your release. He feelsā¦ Large. Really large. Not that you are really surprised given his size, of course his penis would be as large as him. What you cannot determine, however, is his length.Ā
You bite your lips in anticipation and dread.Ā
You feel his tip probing your entrance, before feeling him pushing it inside.Ā
Oh dear Gods! He is so massive! Your inner muscles work to welcome his size inside of you, but you feel him splitting you in two.Ā
Your mouth opens in a perfect O, trying to accommodate his size, thatās a real challenge!Ā Ā
āYour little pussy struggles to take me, and I am not halfway through.ā He sadistically notes.Ā
Heās not halfway through?!Ā
No way! How are youā¦? How could youā¦?Ā
āStop struggling.ā He orders, āI feel you clenching all around my cock, if you do not want me ramming into you immediately it is best you relax.āĀ
āIām... I just...!ā You choke, digging your nails in the wood of the table, hanging on for dear life.Ā
How are you supposed to survive this...?Ā
He keeps pushing inside, filling you more and more, reaching depths you didnāt even know you had.Ā Ā
āRelax, Darling. Breath.ā He talks you through it with a softer tone, like he is pitying you. āWe are almost there.āĀ
You feel his ridges brushing your inner walls, you feel his cocks having some sort of scales made of somewhat hard flesh but they caress your soft flesh so deliciouslyā¦Ā You gasp, breathless, when you feel his tip brushing your cervix deep inside you.Ā
You feel his hips brushing your butt, he is fully in.Ā Ā
And thatās a feat!Ā
āYou squeeze me so much, my darling.ā He says in a gasp, āYou were tailor made for my cock.āĀ
āI-I feel so stuffed!ā You manage to let out while you try to breathe through your nose.Ā
Having his complete length inside you just chased all the air out of your lungs and your little pussy stretched to its maximum. If you were on your back and not your stomach, you would see a bulge, thatās for sure.Ā
āWell, thank you, my darling.ā He licks his lips, āAnd this is all for you. Only for you. Now relax.āĀ
And without leaving you any time to adjust to his size, He starts thrusting inside you. Deep, hard thrusts punching the air out of our lungs each time. You feel his hips hitting your pussy harshly like a bull, assaulting your poor body.Ā
āOh Maker! Sir, slow down! Please!ā You choke on your own words.Ā
He rocks you so hard you almost bite your tongue at each back-and-forth movement. He fucks you roughly, without regard for your comfort on that sturdy table. You feel your poor pussy trying to take him ramming his whole length into you. Your release helps him slip inside easily, but doesnāt help his massive size problem.Ā
It also doesnāt help how uncomfortable and... soiled you started to feel.Ā
āI will not slow down.ā He announces, deaf to your cries, āYou can take it, I know it. You can take anything I give.āĀ
He grips your arms and holds them firmly with one hand on your back while the other holds your hip, preventing you from falling forward.Ā Ā
Prince Aodh fucks you as voraciously as He ate you out, gluttonously and harshly. He keeps his merciless pace as you try desperately to keep some dignity as you feel him fucking your brain out. You feel your pleasure growing, not softly and nicely, but like a furious wave growing like a tsunami under his brutal rhythm. So much that a bit of drool starts dripping out of your mouth.Ā
His tip hits your cervix relentlessly and his ridges scratch the inside of your pussy savagely, scratching every sweet spot at once and making you see hyperspace behind your eyelids.Ā
āFuck!ā You shout.Ā
āWhat foul language, my darling. Should I also fuck your mouth to teach you manners?āĀ
His hand holding your hip sneaks under your stomach to reach your nervous clit, pulsating with your heartbeat. He starts rolling it between his fingers while he rams into you like an animal. He pounds into you like it is his last day alive, and you canāt do anything but take it, like a toy for him to play with. You can do so little, you are barely more than a fuckdoll for him.Ā
He is torn on his end.Ā
On one hand, this is so pleasurable, so fantastic, it sends him into such spirals of pleasure and heightens all his senses in such fashion! He gorges himself on your scent, of your pathetic moans of the wet sounds of your little pussyā¦It drives him so crazy, he wonders if he could ever slip out of you.Ā
He would surely die if he ever did that.Ā
And on the other end, he hoped to take you nicely and languorously for hours on end for days, helping you reach new heights of pleasure and taking care of you romantically, not take you like a monster. Him who used to treat you so tenderly in each and every fashion like the fragile porcelain doll you areā¦Ā
But this rutā¦Ā
This is something so strong, so unstoppable and unfightable.Ā
It took him by complete surprise, robbing him of his control.Ā
But for once in his life He decides that is not so badā¦Ā
He gasps as he feels your small pussy clenching around his large girth. You strangle him so, so well, just the right size for him to enter and squeeze him deliciously. You truly are made for him and his cock.Ā
And absolutely no one else!Ā
He hopes you would be able to forgive him for fucking you in such a way! You deserve to be worshiped and idolized like a goddess all night long, and he had the firm attention to pamper and venerate you like his personal Goddess... He will make it up to you! He will spend the next hours adoring you for you to pardon him for his transgression!Ā
You feel your pussy clenching more and more under the growing waves spreading in your veins, setting fire to each nerve ending until you scream His name out loud.Ā
It was completely unprompted; it escaped you while you tried to gasp for air, but your orgasm crashed on you so suddenly it took you by surprise. The tsunami reached the shore and devastated everything in its wake.Ā Ā
āKeep screaming, My Darling. I want everyone to know who is fucking you this good.āĀ
You convulsing around him pushes him beyond pleasure, and He comes inside you without your consent after three more deep thrusts. He buries himself deep, spurting his seed in your most secret place. He feels your entire body tensing, then slumping, like all your strength escaped your organism with a āoof.āĀ
He gently caresses the cheeks of your butt with his large warm hands as he catches his breath, still deep inside. He slips his disheveled strands of long hair back on his head and opens his leather straps to get rid of his plate armor and his now-sweaty tunic.Ā
This is a really nice physical exercise! Far more enjoyable than his dry and boring warrior training. It could become his new routine! He always has been more than serious with his training, but he would look up to this new exercise each day, and he would partake with so much enthusiasm!Ā
You surely would not object! He would give you so much pleasure each and every dayā¦Ā
He slips out of you and makes you roll on your back. You are still catching your breath while he has already recovered. Humans are no match for Elvesā stamina after all. He growls as he sees his semen oozing out of you.Ā Ā
You are already wasting it!Ā
He collects it with his fingers and pushes it back inside, penetrating your sex with his slender digits. He sees you shaking with this simple touch, you are still so sensitive after allā¦ He cleans you with his fingers, fingering it back inside your greedy womb that tries to retain him inside. He grins lightly. Your body doesnāt seem satisfied with two orgasms and seems to already call for him and his talents again.Ā Ā
You, on the other hand, seem exhausted.Ā
He enters you again, localizing your G-spot easily, and starts brushing it eagerly. You mewl tiredly in response but your bodyās answer is undeniably positive, your pussy stretches enthusiastically, dripping wet, and your legs spasm each time he scratches your spot with the pad of his fingers.Ā Ā
āSirā¦ā You try to call, your hand lazily raising to grab his arm and stop him.Ā
But you have no energy left, and let your hand fall back to your side. He keeps fingering you, enjoying the ungodly wet noises of your pussy, stuffed with his white cum.Ā
One wonāt be enough.Ā You need to do it again. Over and over again, until your cute tummy is completely bloated with his semen.Ā Ā
Then, and only then, he will consider that he did a sufficient job.Ā
He pushes a third finger inside, and you whimper, like sweet music. Prince Aodh scissors you thoroughly, admiring your entrance gaping around his fingers. He canāt believe such a little pussy could take him so well, He actually thought you would not and break under him. But you did. And quite well, considering it.Ā
You gave him so much pleasure already, choking his shaft so lusciously, hugging his form so perfectly He felt like he could mold your insides for his specific shape, ensuring that any potential rival is terribly disappointing to you.Ā
But there will be no potential rival. In any shape or form.Ā
āYour... Hignessā¦ā You pitifully call again, your chest rising up and down as you breathe.Ā
āIs there a problem, my Darling? Are you in pain?ā He investigates, just to be sure.Ā
He is not a monster after all.Ā
āNoā¦ No but-ā You throw your head back with pleasure as He accelerates his ministrations. āAh!āĀ
Youāre in no pain, thatās all He wanted to know.Ā
āLet it happen, my darling. There is no use fighting it, let me take care of everything.ā He charms you with his enthralling, deep, melodious voice.Ā
He circles and crosses your G-spot, rubbing it roughly while adding pressure with a hand on your Venus mound, earning sobs and moans from your part. He adds pressure on your clit with his thumb, gliding across it and flicking it, feeling you dripping off his hand as He hooks you from inside. He accelerates his care, stretching your pussy well as you tremble under his hand, knuckles deep, curling and spreading them, making his fingers twirl to caress any inner surfaces of your pussy. He then resumes fingering you mercilessly until you cry your eyes out, big tears rolling down as your pussy spasms around his soaked digits.Ā
You come again, shuddering dramatically. While you try to catch your breath again, He lowers himself to the level of your pussy to make sure all of his potent semen was inside, where it should be. He traces your pussylips with his fingers, utterly fascinated by that jewel of nature.Ā
He kisses your slit with reverence and raises back on his feet.Ā
He looms over you and pulls your tunic over your chemise. He takes out his blade and cuts it open, revealing your breast to his eyes. He feels his own eyes rounding up as He discovers them in plain sight, your nipples standing up to attention as the cold bites them.Ā
Your boobs are just to his taste, just how he likes them.Ā
He grabs them in his large hand and kneads them well, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking on it.Ā
Soon, when he does that again, He will taste your milk. He will drink from your tits when they get heavy with milk. He cannot waitā¦Ā
He kisses it and takes the other one in his mouth, licking across the soft skin, peppering it with soft kisses as you sob, cheeks soaked, your hand coming to caress his hair.Ā
He stands back straight, slicking his long hair back, letting sweat roll on his gorgeous body, his skin glistening with sweat. His white eyes shine hungrily in the low light of the room, fixated on your form under him.Ā
He pumps his cock one or two times, hardening already again and pushes it back inside, your essence acting up as lube. He watches fascinated how his penis disappears inside your body, a creamy O at his base.Ā Ā
The bulge is consequent, and He canāt help a dark snicker. You are going to be gorgeous, all round with his childā¦Ā
He resumes his hard thrusting, gripping your hips harshly, digging his nails into your soft flesh to keep you in place. He watches your boobs bobbing up and down, hypnotized. You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks, as all of this is way too much for you. Youāre oversensitive, and He keeps the pleasure rolling longer and farther, teasing your nerves until you break down completely.Ā
But He wants more.Ā
He broke down your sentiments, but He wants to break down your mind, utterly destroying it. He wants you dumb and cockdrunk, stuffed with his seed like the good girl he knows you are. So He keeps burying his girth deep in you, brushing your G-spot with the edges of his ridgesĀ Ā
He needs to give you more loads or youāll never get pregnant!Ā Ā
What if the remedies He took were not enough? He worries in the back of his mind. What if nothing was enough and youāll never get pregnant? What if your two species are ultimately incompatible?Ā
Prince Aodh pushes these thoughts back.Ā
Of course, Heās going to get you pregnant. He is The Prince, a warrior, an Elf. Nothing is impossible to him.Ā
He would not allow any other results.Ā
He rocks his hips into yours, reveling in the pleasure you are giving him. He undulates his body with delight, meeting your dripping sex, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the large room. He chases both of your releases while you fully tremble underneath him, He seizes your thighs with his large hands and spreads them wide open, throwing your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to deepen his thrusts.Ā
Oh that is just so goodā¦Ā
He hoped his first time with you would have been romantic and sweet. He still has a heart full of love and devotion after all, He thought that after a date at a gallery, He would have treated you to a nice dinner before carrying you to bed and honoring you all night long. But instead, He is ramming into you like a beast, in the middle of his boardroom on his ship for all his crew to hear, trying to break you into a million pieces under him.Ā
You truly never know what life has in store for you!Ā
In all honesty, He didnāt know it would go so well. He feared entering you for the first time would have him come undone right here and there, and it almost happened! He had to collect all his will to not explode inside just by entering you. His honor would have never recovered if He had come before satisfying his darling first!Ā
What kind of elf would he be then? One that only chases his own pleasure like a self-centered jerk? He likes to think of himself as above that.Ā
Granted, you are in this situation because he couldnāt help but chase his own release, but that is completely beside the point!Ā
He circles his hips to vary the sensations, and you bite your lips to blood in response.Ā
āWhat did I say about silencing yourself?ā He scolds you, growling.Ā
He seizes your jaw, pressing your cheeks like a fish, and leans forward dangerously, shooting you with his feverish gaze. You look so silly like that.Ā
āThis is the last time I warn you, understood?ā He demands with a dark tone.Ā
You can only nod with your silly expression, eyes round with surprise and submission. That looks good on you. He leans further to lick your cheek as He rocks his hips, realizing you soiled it with your drool, smeared all over your jaw. Did you lose all control? He wonders, snickering.Ā
He captures your lips for a messy kiss, tongue dancing, and drool exchanging. You whine, having your air robbed out of you, and He accentuates his thrusts to have you reach higher notes. The Prince lies fully on you, taking you in his arms to hug you tight, his thrusts are still mean and hard, hurting your pelvis with his raw strength.Ā Ā
āFocus on kissing me, sweet thing.ā He orders, between little kisses all over your jaw.Ā
He feels you drooling on yourself as your lips meet again, and that amuses him tremendously. He moans in the kisses, burying himself to the hilt as your pussy swallows him whole as it should.Ā
His heart is singing. Is it what true bliss feels like? Being one with your other halfā¦Ā
He licks your lips as you roll your eyes inside your skull, too lost in the pleasure and utter fear he gives you. He keeps bullying his length into you, embracing you with his long arms. He sneaks his hand under your tunic on your back and buries his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale your musk. His heart flutters, pumping his blood at 100 miles per hour. It has been so long since he felt excitement like that, such pure joy, having you close like that, sharing such an intimate and vulnerable moment with you. He brushes the tip of his nose on your neck, purring deeply while you keep whimpering in his ears, arms circled around his large form and legs circled around his waist, keeping him deep buried in your puffy pussy.Ā
You long stopped trying to formulate sentences, your brain is too fried for you to speak proper Elvish, instead just letting broken mewls escape you. But that is as good for him, that is a testimony of the overwhelming pleasure he is giving you, and He revels in it with pride.Ā
Your inner walls are all gorged with blood, fluffy and soft for his cock, your pussy is clenching painfully around him and your clit is pulsating furiously, begging for attention. You snake one hand between your two bodies to caress it, and maybe ease your painful muscles, prompting him to look down at what you are doing.Ā
āSorry, my darling. You invaded all of my mind, and I lost track of things.āHe apologizes.Ā
One of his large hands follows yours and starts to tease your bundle of nerves instead of your more petite hand.Ā
What kind of idiot is He? How dare He lose himself so much to stop paying attention to your needs? He chastises himself.Ā
Prince Aodh thoroughly rolls and presses your clit between his fingers as He undulates his hips with the energy of a beast. He resumes kissing you, feeling so light, like all his pressure and problems just vanished in your presence. He hugs your tongue with his, dancing with it, robbing you of your breath.Ā
You feel the waves of pleasure spreading through your veins and your pussy, making it convulsing ferociously and you come for the fourth time, screaming the Princeās name.Ā
Once again, your orgasm pushes his and He comes deep inside your womb for a second time.Ā Ā
This time you notice.Ā
āYou came inside?ā You ask breathlessly, visibly worried,Ā Ā
āOh my.ā He responds with a lopsided grin, caressing the bulge made by his shaft with his warm hand, āThen we will have no other choice but to take care of a little one.āĀ
Abortion is out of the question. For you? With his child? Out of the question. He will not even entertain the idea.Ā
āWha-What? ā¦ But Your Higness!?ā You blabber, your voice completely broken between your tears.Ā
āI will take my responsibilities with you and the kid, do not worry about anything.ā He puts his forehead against yours, shiny white eyes buried in yours. āI will not disappear and leave you alone. Everything will be alright. We will be together.ā He embraces you tightly. āYou need not worry.āĀ
He cradles you gently, hearing your shallow, rapid breaths. He sighs, satisfied.Ā
Well, not completely. Two is still not enough. He starts a back and forth movement again, but this time slow, gentle, loving, languorousā¦Ā
"A... Again?ā You sob incredulously, at the end of your own ropeĀ
Ā He brushes his nose with yours.Ā
āI told you earlier I was full of energy todayā¦ I know you are tired, my darling, but you do not need to cry like that. Let me do the work. Easy, easy... āĀ
He holds your cheeks in his hands, forehead against forehead, purring gently and deeply.Ā
This.Ā
This is true bliss. True happiness. You and him, locked together forever. Legacies tied in reputation and now blood.Ā
āWhat will I do if I get pregnant?ā Your tears keep rolling down your cheeks as your shoulders shake, āYour fiance will hunt me down, the Crown, your Parents will hang me for the offence, I... I am going to die!.ā You start panickingĀ
Aodh growls at such a childish display, making you freeze. Why wonāt you drop the subject? Or better yet, why donāt you see it as the absolutely marvelous good news for your couple as he does?Ā
Now that youāve mated together, no need to hide the affair, no need to refer to each other as simple āfriendsā as you did until now! You will be able to live your love under the sun!Ā
āYou will not lose anything. I will keep you at my side, whatever might happen. No one will even touch a single strand of your hair on that splendid head of yours.. Like I saidā¦ā He looks into your eyes with the most serious expression you have ever seen on his face andā¦ Some underlying hunger and jealousy, ā... Do not worry about anything.āĀ
I was soooo horny today, I couldnāt help myself and was listening to porn while at work and it only made it worse!
It got to the point where I had to excuse myself and fuck my sopping little boypussy in the disgusting bathroom!
I tried to just simply rub my clit while sitting , but it wasnāt enough! It got to the point where I was writhing and arching on my knees on the dirty bathroom floor, just trying to cum before my boss noticed I was missing. Fantasizing about being filled with hot cum, being bred until my boypussy was filled with a litter.. fingering myself to the thought of someone walking in and using me, raping me because I asked for it! Of course I was asking for it, fucking myself in the bathroom where anyone could see or hear! Itād have been less slutty if I had just dropped to my knees for my co workers. I was probably a sight to behold.. face pressed into the grimy floor as one hand frantically pressed in and out of me, my other hand rubbing my nipples as I tried to cum as fast as I could..
Then when I was done-
Having to clean up my juices off the floor and wash my hands before getting back to work as if nothing happened, Iām sure I smelled.. It was humiliating!!
Even that wasnāt enough though! The second I got home I undressed and humped my pillow until I was sobbing from overstimulation :((
Iām not cut out for a 9-5! I should be collared and kept as a pretty pet to be fucked without having to think or worry about money :/
Who wants to kidnap me and make me their sex slave?
Being in a relationship with Bunny Hybrid Secretary could be a curious thing. In your time with him, one thing was most clear. He was a man who loved his routines. And ever since he started dating you, one particular routine jumped to the top of his list.
Bunny Secretary absolutely refuses to let you leave your apartment without a load of his cum buried inside your pussy.
It has his foot thumping heavily against the ground and his cute little bunny tail wagging imagining his cum slowly dripping out of your spent fat cunt throughout the day. His cock growing impossibly hard as he thinks about it pooling in your panties and leaving you drenched. Unable to forget about him for a second.
Donāt even think you can sneak out of the apartment without your daily dose. His keen smell picks up on your scent instantly. How it lacks his own scent mingled in with yours.
Heās pouncing on you before you can even get out of the entryway, his lithe body pinning you against the door. His ears pinned back in a way to clearly show is displeasure.
He thinks you simply just donāt understand. Youāre his now. But donāt worry, heās more than willing to remind you by ruthlessly pounding his dick so far up inside you that you can feel him in your throat. He holds your plump body with ease as he fucks up into you, your body slamming against the door with every thrust. He just cant stop, all other steps of his morning routine flying out the window so he can keep rutting into your tight welcoming heat.
Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you and in return making sure to pump you full of his load. Letting himself fall into overstimulation without a care in the world. Even as he shoots blanks his stuttering hips canāt stop jerking into your sloppy fucked out pussy. Making sure without a doubt that his scent is nearly overpowering your own.
Itās only when both of you can barely stand does he find the strength to let you go. Both of you heading out to work for the day with the memories of the morning to hold you over.
That is until lunch time when Bunny Secretary will no doubt come visit you at your place of work. And he better find his scent on you just as palpable or neither of you are gonna be left much time for eating.
TW/CW; Dad tells daughter she was hot as a kid (if you don't wanna read that then skip like the first 5 sentences in paragraph 14)
The last parts were rushed and a little lazy bc I gave up.
I was in the car with my dad and three brothers, I was the passenger princess, like always, while my brothers were in the backseats and dad was driving. "We're going to be up here for a full week, baby." Dad said and put a hand on my thigh, he always said that it was his way of showing affection. "Yeah, that means no crying like a little bitch." Michael said from the middle seat, he was leaning back and staring up at the roof of the car. "Hey-!" I responded and pouted, causing our dad to glare at him in the rearview mirror. "Leave your sister alone." Dad said in his deep voice, I always found it soothing and used to make him read all my bedtime stories. "Why does she even have to come? This is more of a guy thing." My other brother, Dylan, said, his slight Australian accent slipping out. "Because your mom is on a business trip, I don't feel like paying for a babysitter, and she's only seventeen." Dad responded, causing me to chuckle softly. "I'm eighteen, my birthday was last week, remember?" I teased, my dad always accidentally said I was a year younger than I was for a few weeks after my birthday. "Yeah, dad, we're eighteen." My twin brother, Kyle, spoke in an annoyed tone, he hated when our dad accidentally said we were younger than we just turned. "Right.. I'm sorry kiddos, I just got used to saying you were seventeen." Dad responded and rubbed my thigh. "It's ok, dad!" I said, smiling at him while Kyle just rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face as he looked at me. We sat in silence for a while when I decided to play some music. "Diggy! Diggy! Diggy!" The crowd cheered in the song. "This guy? Seriously?" Michael asked with a disguised tone, he absolutely HATED Diggy Graves because I listened to him constantly. "Think I'm seein' ghosts again, in my home again, all alone again, I rot.. Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop.." I mumbled along to the song. "Better off dead, let the gun go pop." Kyle said, giving me a small smile. "Shut up." Michael said, groaning in irritation. "Why you screamin' ladies?" Dylan joined in. "You know Diggy don't die! Even if I wanted to, probably do it with a knife!" The three of us sang, smiling and laughing a bit. "Dad! Tell these brats to shut up!" Michael complained. "They're just having fun, Mike." Dad responded, a small smile on his face as he looked at me. "I've been twisted in the head, ever since I could write. Ever since I learned to walk, I started running from life. I'm tryna haunt my way to fame, call me poltergeist." We sang, watching as Michael got more pissed. The rest of the car ride was us torturing Michael with songs he hated. "We're here." Dad said as he parked the car and got out. "Finally.." I mumbled, getting out and immediately walking into the forest. "Where are you going?" Kyle asked as he followed me. "I have to piss. Stay there." I walked behind a tree and pulled my pants and panties down before popping a squat and pissing on the leaves below. Kyle walked away only to return with toilet paper which he handed me. "You could've at least stayed behind the tree." I said, taking the toilet paper and using a bit to wipe. "Oh please, we're twins, it's like I'm looking at a female version of myself." Kyle responded, crossing his arms and leaning against a tree that was behind him. I rolled my eyes and stood up, fixing clothes before burying the toilet paper I used. Kyle took the roll and led me back to the car. We got our stuff and walked into the clearing in the woods where our dad and brothers were already setting up the big tent. "I'll set ours up." Kyle said and took the tent from me. Typically during camping trips we'd have one tent for two people but since Mom was on a business trip Dylan and Michael agreed to sleep in the big tent with dad while Kyle and I wanted to keep our smaller two person tent. I watched as both tents got set up, Kyle never let me help even though we shared the tent and dad wouldn't let me help with his because he doesn't believe a woman should workā¦ and Dylan and Michael thought I'd mess up or break something.
I snuck off to gather some rocks and sticks for a fire pit, putting them in a grocery store bag that I knew would come in handy. I walked back to the campsite where Kyle immediately spotted me. "Kitty. Come." He demanded and snapped his fingers, pointing at the ground in front of him. "I'm not a dog." I responded, rolling my eyes as I handed him the bag since it was hurting my hand. "You ran off like one." Kyle responded and began setting up the fire pit. "Don't run off like that again." Dylan said, he emerged from the forest as well, he was carrying a bloody rabbit body. I looked at him confused before realizing it was sunset. "I must've lost track of time.. I'm really sorry.." I said, lowering my head. "Just don't do that again.." Michael said, hugging me from behind, his arms around my waist. "I-I won't." I said, gently rubbing Michael's arms, unsure of what else to do. "Good girl.." Michael responded, pressing a kiss to my head. I smiled but Michael let go and cleared his throat while walking away. I pouted a bit, it was a rare occurrence for Michael to show affection and every time he pulled away was sad. My dad ran over and squeezed me before I could react. "Don't run away again!" Dad sorta yelled as he held me. "I was worried something bad would happen to you.. take Kyle next time.." He said and let go, making me look up at him. Before I could say anything he pressed a kiss to my cheek, his lips lingering longer than they should. "Ok, dad.." I smiled and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. Dad gave me one more squeeze before walking over to Dylan. I smiled and walked over to Kyle who stood up, done with the fire pit. "Need something?" Kyle asked, reaching a hand up to my cheek and caressing it with his thumb. "No, I just wanted to come hug you." I said before wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing close against him so I could hug him super tight. Kyle moved his hands to my waist and gently hugged me, his hands loosely hanging, grazing my ass. "I love you.." Kyle whispered before kissing the side of my head. I smiled and relaxed in his arms, feeling an odd bulge in his pants. "Your hunting knife is pressing against me, y'know.." I said quietly, oblivious to what it actually was. "Oh.. uh.. yeah.. sorry sis.." Kyle said but he only held me tighter. "I love you too, brother." I said which made him press his knife against me harder. "I love you so much, sis.." He managed to get out, moving his hips slightly. "Are you ok?" I asked, confused. "Mhm.. just.. standing uncomfortable.." He responded, hesitantly letting me go.
I gave Kyle a quick cheek kiss before walking away, not noticing the bulge in his pants. I walked over to Michael who was hiding behind a tree, playing with his lighter. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked even though it was obvious. "Are you blind?" Michael responded before pulling me behind the tree and holding me, except I wasn't facing him. "You're a big softie." I teased, getting a small chuckle in response. "At least I'm not pushing you on the ground and pinning you there like I do everyone at school." He teased in response before placing a kiss on my neck. "I love you, big brother." I said, something hard pressed against me again, only this time it was against my ass. "I love you too, lil sis.." He responded, his arms wrapped around my waist and he rocked his hips. "What are you doing..?" I asked, a strange warm feeling in my most intimate part. "I'm just being a good big brother.." He responded, rocking his hips harder, causing me to whimper softly. I stood there, not moving, I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know if this was alright, but he's my big brother so it must be ok, right? "Kids! Come here!" Dad hollered, causing Michael to stop and groan before dragging me with him back to the tents. Kyle and Dylan were already there, dad had blood all over his hands, pants, and shirt along with some rabbit fur. "So, kiddos, I need you to all gather firewood in pairs while I clean up, remember, we'll be out here for a week and it might rain so we need a lot." Dad said, I could've sworn his gaze went to my small tits for a split second. Michael had a devilish grin as he wrapped an arm around me. "I'll take Kitty, she needs someone big and strong to help her, after all.." He said, looking at me, I watched his gaze drift down my body but before I could say anything, dad spoke. "No. She's going with Kyle. You'll most likely leave her in the forest as one of your pranks and then she'll actually get lost." Dad said, his tone stern, leaving no room for Michael to argue.
Kyle and I walked into the woods, I picked up the wood and handed it to him so he could carry it since he was stronger than me. "This is nice.. just you and me.." Kyle said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Mhm! Super fun!" I responded before walking a little ahead and bending down to pick up another piece of firewood, unaware he had the perfect view of my ass in my leggings, because the stretched a little too much he could see a little bit of my pretty pink panties before I stood back up. Kyle paused for a moment before walking over, his cheeks slightly pink. "I think we have enough, it's getting cold and it's almost dark.." He said, I just nodded and carried the piece of wood I was holding back to the tents, looking back at him occasionally. He seemed to be walking a little slower than usual but I assumed it was just because of all the wood. Our dad was cooking the rabbit with the wood I got earlier. "We're back." I said, walking over to dad and putting the piece of wood down and kissing his head. "Hey, princess." Dad responded and looked up, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. I smiled and walked to the entrance of my tent and grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and taking a sip. "Boo." Dylan's voice sounded behind me, his hands grabbed my waist. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked, turning my head to look at him. "Just checking on my little sister." Dylan replied and leaned in, gently kissing my lips. I kissed back, he's my brother so of course he wouldn't do anything bad to me.
Dylan eventually pulled away and went to help our dad with something while I stepped inside the tent and pulled my shirt off. I pulled my sports bra off, releasing my small tits and tossing the fabric on the ground. I pulled my pants and panties off, setting them with my bra and shirt before slipping a nightgown on and walking out to my dad and brothers, the four of them were illuminated by the fire light. "Already in your nightgown?" Michael asked, looking me up and down. "Yeah, I'm going to bed after I eat." I said, sitting in one of the camping chairs. "Your nightgown is a little short, isn't it?" Dylan pointed out, pointing to the nightgown that only covered down to the middle of my thighs. "Yeah, but I don't feel like changing." I responded, crossing my legs. My dad smiled slightly and handed me a bowl. "Here, hun." He said, smiling at me. "Oh, thanks dad." I responded and took a bite, he'd made rabbit stew, Dylan's favorite, no wonder he ran off to kill one earlier. Kyle was being surprisingly quiet, scrolling on his phone. We talked and ate, Kyle was still being unusually quiet before he got up and went to the tent. I continued chatting with the others as we ate before setting my empty bowl down and walking into the tent as well. I walked over to my sleeping bag and laid down, glancing at Kyle who had his back turned to me. "Goodnight, Kyle." I said, turning over and closing my eyes. "Goodnight, Kitty.." Kyle responded, his voice low, barely above a whisper. I smiled a bit and fell asleep surprisingly fast. I woke up to my face in my pillow, unable to move as something slid in and out of my pussy, my virginity being taken without my consent. I looked at Kyle's sleeping bag from the corner of my eye but I didn't see him, until my assailant intertwined his fingers with mine, I recognized that black nail polish, it was Kyle's hand. My mind raced, what was happening? Why was my own twin brother doing this? My thoughts continued until suddenly his cock was removed, that's when I felt cum leaking from my pussy. I panicked but couldn't speak for some reason. "I'm so sorry.. I love you so much.." Kyle whispered and got up, moving over to his sleeping bag.
I must've passed out because the next thing I knew I woke up to the birds chirping the next morning. "You must've had loads of fun.." Michael's voice came from behind me, his fingers running through my slick folds. "N-no.. I-I didn't.." I tried to explain what had happened but Michael just chuckled and fingered Kyle's cum back inside of me. "Don't act innocent now, sis." Michael said as I moaned and whimpered. "Dad..!" I tried to call out, my voice hoarse. "Dad took Kyle and Dylan out fishing." Michael said, curling his fingers inside of me. "Mmph.." I groaned and tried to push his hand away but it was no use. "Stop fighting it." Michael said and withdrew his fingers before forcing his cock in my pussy, it stretched me more than Kyle's. "No.." I murmured as he began pounding my cunt, causing me to moan and whine. "Fuck.. you're my cock so good.." Michael groaned, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the tent along with my moans and pleas for him to stop. "You were made to be a cocksleeve.. my cocksleeve.." Michael growled in my ear, his hands grabbed my hips and lifted my lower half. I moaned louder, the movement he made making his cock hit a little deeper. "You're so pretty, moaning while I rape you." Michael said, his hips stuttering as he came, a gutteral groan escaping his lips. "Fuck.." He panted, his cock buried inside of my pussy. "You're such a little whore, kiddo.." He said, pressing kisses on my neck. I cried, my world practically shattered, my oldest brother and twin brother both raped me in less than twenty-four hours. Both of them came in my cunt, there was no way I wouldn't get pregnant. Michael kept saying things to degrade and praise me, each one made me feel worse about letting them rape me. Michael eventually pulled out, fixed his clothes, and left. I got up and used my dirty clothes to try and clean up the cum but it was too deep inside for me to completely clean. I took my nightgown off and slipped on sweatpants and a sweatshirt on over some underwear and one of my bras.
I sat by the fire pit and stared at the ashes in it, zoned out as my mind replayed what happened with Kyle and Michael. I zoned out a little too long since I suddenly felt some grabbing my shoulders, massaging them. "You ok?" Dylan asked as snapped back into reality. "Mhm.." I responded, lying to him, how would he believe me that both of our brothers raped me in this trip? "Wanna go for a walk?" Dylan asked, pressing a kiss to the back of my head. I nodded eagerly, wanting to get far away from Kyle and Michael at least temporarily. Dylan grabbed my hand and we walked into the forest, I could feel Kyle and Michael's cum coating my panties as it continued to leak out of me. We talked and he even made me laugh and smile as we walked, we talked about how amazing our mom is, how pretty she is, even joked about her not being a traditional wife since she worked too much, couldn't cook, she was always too busy to clean, etc. We walked for a while before Dylan pushed me against a tree and pulled my sweatpants and underwear down. "What are you doing!?" I asked, trying to push myself off of the bark as he unzipped his jeans. "Shh.. it's ok.." Dylan said as he pushed the tip of his dick into my ass, no lubricant or anything. "N-no-!" I shouted but he didn't thrust, instead there was a warm stream of liquid filling me. "Shh.. it's ok, Kitty.. you're ok.." Dylan whispered in my ear as he pulled out before putting a plug in me, holding his piss. "All better, little sis. It wasn't that bad." He said, leaning over and kissing my cheek. I was shocked and confused, I expected him to rape me, not piss in me. Dylan seemed to notice the cum dripping into my underwear and ran his cock through my cum-slick folds, making me feel as it got hard. "Slight change in plans, your big brother's gonna help make sure you don't use your fingers again." Dylan said, he somehow thought the cum was all mine, all from me masturbating. "It's not-" I was cut off by a small gasp escaping my lips as the plug was pulled out only for it to be replaced by his cock, slick with our brothers cum. Dylan stretched me out so much I thought I might tear like a woman giving birth. I moaned and cried out as he brutally raped me, begging him to stop before I felt myself clenching around his cock, my cunt getting wet, I wasā¦ enjoying this. My mind went blank as I focused on the feeling, it felt so good despite hurting so bad, my clit ached with the need to be touched. "Good fucking girl.." Dylan cooed in my ear as he reached in front of me and rubbed my clit, it felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. I pushed back against him, my cries stopped, replaced by whore-ish moaned and encouragement. "Oh fuck.. like that.. please.." I moaned out, my hands moving up to grope my small tits through my sweatshirt and bra. My mind was full of nothing but the intense pleasure my brother provided. "Fuck.. mom and dad neglected my needs for far too long.. now that I have you, I'm not letting go.." Dylan spoke as his hips stuttered. I felt myself cum, squirting onto the ground as Dylan's cum mixed with his piss from moments ago.
Dylan plugged me up and we went back to the tents, I had a slight limp so we agreed to say that I'd twisted my ankle if anyone asked. Michael and dad were cutting something bloody up while Kyle was playing on his phone. Dylan and I snuck a quick kiss before walking over to the fire pit and sitting down. The mix of cum and piss being plugged didn't feel too nice but I just shrugged it off. "Welcome back, princess." Dad said, giving me a small smile that actually made my heart skip a beat for some reason. I smiled back and yawned softly, between the walk, Michael, and Dylan I was pretty tired. "Tired already?" Dad questioned, setting his knife down. "Just a little.. Dylan and I went on a pretty long walk." I responded, Dylan nodded in agreement as he yawned, although he also went fishing earlier. "Go take a nap, you could even lay in my sleeping bag if you'd like." Dad suggested, it was obvious he was talking to me, not Dylan. "Oh, ok, thanks dad." I responded, smiling. "I have to go to the bathroom first." I said and got up, walking to dads tent and grabbing the toilet paper before walking into the trees. I removed my sweatpants and underwear and squatted, taking the plug out of me and pushing my brothers cum and Dylan's piss out. I wiped myself clean as well as the toy and put my clothes back on. I went into dads tent and slipped the toy back in Dylan's bag then laid in my dads sleeping bag and fell asleep.
"Kitty.. hey.. food's done.." Kyle said as he shook me awake. "Dad wanted me to come get you so you could eat.." He smiled a bit and kissed my forehead. "Mmph.. ok.." I said and slowly got up. Kyle led me to the fire pit where dad handed me a bowl of food. I sat beside him and smiled, taking a bite. "I was thinking, your brothers could go out hunting tomorrow and you and I could have a daddy daughter day, how does that sound?" My dad asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "That sounds amazing, dad." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "We'll go up to the river, I know you love swimming." He said, kissing my head. "Alright." I responded and continued eating. Dad turned to my brothers and started talking to them, making sure they were prepared for going out without him. "Dad, you taught us all how to hunt when we each turned 8. I'm 25, Dylan's 22, and Kyle's 18. We've got this." Michael said, his tone confident and pretty cocky. "Yeah, we're good with guns and knives." Kyle added, smiling sinisterly, that comment sent chills down my spine as if it was a threat to me. I finished eating and put my bowl down. "I'm gonna go to bed, make sure I'm well rested." I smiled at dad and kissed his cheek again. "Alright, sweetie." Dad responded and hugged me before letting me go to my tent. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt as well as clean underwear before laying down and falling asleep.
The next morning I woke up to birds chirping again and looked around, my vision slightly blurred with sleep. I noticed Kyle on his phone and followed his other arm to see him stroking his cock, his hand moving up and down. "Morning.. I'm gonna change.." I sat up and grabbed some of my clothes before leaving the tent, not letting him give an explanation or anything. I walked into the treeline again and stripped before slipping into my red bikini, the only bathing suit I had brought. I put on a white button-up shirt made out of towel-like fabric and matching shorts before walking back to the tent and putting my t-shirt and shorts with my dirty clothes, that's when I noticed the underwear that had Kyle and Michael's cum missing. I looked over at Kyle who was stroking his cock with them and trying to check me out. I turned around and walked out, disgusted by him. Dad was sitting by the fire pit with some coffee so I walked over and sat on his lap. "I love you, dad." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hugged him. "I love you too, kiddo." He responded, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. I smiled and rested my head on his chest. "We'll leave in just a minute, love." Dad said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Ok." I happily hugged him, relaxing in his arms.
Dad made sure my brothers were ready before we headed off to the river since it was a decent day anyways. I took my shirt and shorts off and got into the water, looking back at my dad whose eyes seemed like they were on my ass for a brief moment before he pulled his shirt off and stepped in the water as well. I walked further in the water until the cold water was up to my neck. My dad followed but it didn't go as high since he was taller than me. "You look pretty in red, kiddo." Dad said, hugging me from behind, his hands on my tummy. "Thanks, dad, you bought this for me when I was like 16, remember?" I responded, smiling up at him. "Oh.. I remember.." He replied, his grip on me getting tighter, pulling me flush against him. I gently rubbed his arms, enjoying the feeling of his warm embrace. Dad picked me up and set me on a smooth rock. "I want to help you if you'll let me, princess." He said, pushing my thighs open a bit. "But- but dad.." I said, trying to push my legs back together. "Just let me make you feel good, sweetie.." Dad said, pulling the fabric of my bathing suit bottoms to the side and giving my clit a gentle lick. "Mm.. dad.. no.. this is wrong.." I protested but didn't push him away, his tongue just felt so nice. He gently kissed my clit and sucked it softly before moving his tongue down to my entrance, teasing it. "Mm.. d-dad.. dad.. ah.. no.." I protested, squirming slightly. "Mm.. princess.. say 'dada' again.." Dad groaned against my pussy, his tongue pushing inside. "D-dada.." I moaned softly, hips bucking forward. He groaned against me and pumped his tongue in and out of me. "Oh god.. dada.. no.. this is so wrong.." I moaned, my hips grinding against his face as I came on his tongue.
My dad licked up my cum and pulled his swim trunks off. "Dad? What are you doing?" I asked, closing my legs. "You're going to feel every inch of the cock that made you." Dad replied, forcing my thighs open and pulling the fabric of my bathing suit bottoms to the side again "D-dad-! N-no-!" I tried to get away but he forced his cock deep inside of me, setting a rough pace that made me scream and cry. "Dad! No! Stop! This isn't right! Please! Stop! You're hurting me!" I yelled, trying to push him off but I was too weak. "I'm hurting you? Oh please. You've hurt me for years. Not letting me fuck your cunt. Being so fucking innocent. Always announcing your period. You're a fucking tease." Dad said, pounding into me way too hard. I screamed louder, my tears streaming down my cheeks as my pussy bled from his aggressive thrusts. Dad groaned and watched as his cock got bloody as I cried harder. "Fuck.. so good.. keep crying.. you're so tight.." He groaned as he violated me, his own daughter. I gave up on fighting and just laid down, legs spread wide as he fucked me like some hooker. He slapped my tiny breasts with my bikini top on, making them jiggle. "Dada.. oh fuck.. dada.." I moaned, my cries dying down as I enjoyed the feeling of my dad fucking me. "Fuck.. kiddo.. that's it.. clench around the cock that made you.." Dad said as his hips stuttered and he buried his cock in my pussy, ropes of his hot, thick cum filling me.
My dad and I rested, catching our breath and sitting in the water before he sat on the smooth rock he set me on earlier. "I'm sorry, kiddo, I didn't meanā" I cut my dad off, pulling on my dad's swimming trunks. "I-I wanna.. explore.. I've never seen a guy naked and I wanna.. touch.. a-a.. umm.. a-a thing.." I blushed slightly, looking at the rock. "It's called a penis, a dick, or a cock, not a 'thing'." Dad responded, lifting his hips and pulling his swimming trunks down, his cock hardening before my eyes. I gently grabbed it, my fingers wrapped around his cock and I moved my hand up and down. "Mm.. good girl.. just like that, kiddo.." Dad groaned, his head falling back as he fought the urge to help me. "Th-that's good..?" I asked, moving my hand a little faster, more confidently. "So good, princess.. so good.." He assured me, putting a hand on my cheek. I smiled and looked at his cock, stroking a little faster. "Kiddo, could you use your mouth a bit..?" Dad asked, his thumb gently pulling my bottom lip down slightly. I nodded slightly and leaned in, licking the tip as my hand continued to work his shaft. "That's it.. keep going, princess.." He groaned, a hand moving to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I slightly stopped moving my hand, moving my tongue down his shaft slightly, causing him to groan again. "Wh-what about these..?" I asked, pulling away and moving my other hand to gently grab his balls. "Oh god.. kiddo.. you're really good at exploring.. just keep touching.." He responded, head falling back again. I leaned in and gently sucked on one of them, causing him to tighten his grip on my hair.
I licked up dad's shaft, a hand massaging his balls as I gently took the tip in my mouth and started sucking. Dad groaned and slightly guided my head up and down, unable to hold himself back for much longer. "God.. kiddo.. you've always been so hot.. all those little dresses and skirts your mom put you in.. those skimpy kids bathing suits.. fuck.. your mom let me bathe you a few times and you were just so hot.. I wish I did this sooner.." He said as he clearly thought about those scenes. I was disgusted and went to pull away when he pushed my head down, his large cock making me gag as he moved my head. "Fuck.." He groaned, using my mouth like a fleshlight while I struggled to breathe. I scratched at his thighs, tried to pull away, everything I could think of but I was too weak. My vision blurred as I blacked out, the only thing I could remember was his cock down my throat before waking up to Dylan raping my ass. I moaned and looked at him, vision still blurred. "Shh! You'll get us caught.." Dylan said and covered my mouth. I moaned against his palm and that's when I realized we were in the forest, the tents just a few yards away. The sun wasn't up very high, it was barely sunrise. "I just had to.. you liked it last time.." He whispered, pounding my ass. I nodded, my moans muffled by his hand. My eyes rolled back as I came, gripping the leaves below me. Dylan groaned and buried himself in me as he came and moved his hand from my mouth. "I love you, little sis." Dylan said, panting. "I love you too.." I replied, smiling at him. "So, you like anal. You're really a whore." Michael's voice came from behind Dylan who quickly pulled out and turned to face our older brother. "Don't worry, I won't tell dadā¦ as long as I get toā¦ have a little fun." Michael smirked at me, I was laying there with Dylan's cum leaking out of my ass, naked and vulnerable. "O-ok.." I said, causing Dylan to look at me. "Ok!? Kitty, seriously!?" Dylan looked shocked that I'd agreed to Michael's words.
Michael stepped closer and rubbed his boot against my cunt, my cum and arousal fluid making a little string connecting to his boot. "Fucking whore.." Michael groaned and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, his already hard cock springing free. I blushed slightly and made sure my legs were spread as much as possible. "Good girl.." Michael said as he lined himself up and carefully pushed in, letting out a long groan as I whimpered softly. "There you go.. just take his cock, little sis.." Dylan whispered, gently running his fingers through my hair, he was trying to help comfort me despite raping me moments ago. I looked at Michael as I moaned, his hips moving slowly to let me adjust, as if he hadn't raped me before. "Fucking slut.." Michael groaned as he snapped, a hand clamping over my mouth as he thrust into me like my feelings didn't matter. "You're so fucking tight.. damn whore.." He said, I could feel his cock ramming against my cervix. I moaned and screamed against his hand, the sounds muffled by it, my walls clenched around his cock as I enjoyed the feeling of being pounded into. "He doesn't actually think you're a whore.. he loves you.. so much.." Dylan reassured me, his fingers brushing through my tangled hair. I felt myself cum on my big brother's cock, my body trembling slightly. "Oh fuck.. that's it.. mark your territory.." Michael groaned and filled my cunt with his cum. "You did so well.." Dylan said, kissing my cheek as he lifted me into his arms. Michael pulled out and let Dylan hold me. "Kyle's gonna wake up any minute.. I have to get you back to bed.." Dylan said as he began carrying me towards the tents. Michael followed and helped clean me up, wiping my puffy pussy lips with a rag. "Mmph.. what the fuck..?" Kyle's voice sounded beside us, I closed my legs and turned my head, looking into my twins eyes. "Dad! Come here!" Kyle yelled slightly, watching Dylan and Michael quickly try to cover me up as our dad entered. "Whaā Michael. Dylan. What the hell are you doing to your sister?" He asked, looking at the three of us. "We were.." Dylan started but trailed off. "We uhh.." Michael looked down, guilt in his eyes. I opened my legs shyly and hesitantly rubbed my clit, my dad looked shocked but the bulge in his pants was obvious, Kyle was glancing away, trying to get subtle glimpses, Dylan and Michael both looked conflicted, on one hand the two were aroused but on the other hand they didn't want to do anything in front of our dad.
"P-please..?" I said in a soft tone, still rubbing my clit as they watched. The four of them looked around at each other and seemed to realize something and without another word they grabbed me and led me into the larger tent only to push me onto my hands and knees. "At least you were kind enough to say 'please' this time.." Michael said, pushing my head down against the tent floor. Kyle pulled out his knife and stepped closer, gliding the cold blade along my side, slightly cutting into my skin. Dad walked over and stood by my head, looking down at my body while Dylan grabbed my hips and pressed his cock against my ass again. "Watch this.." He said to the others as he pushed in, my little cunt drooling as he thrust into my ass. "I knew she was a pathetic fucking whore!" Michael said, smacking my ass with one of his hands, causing me to yelp. Dad kneeled down and rubbed my back. "That's it.. take your brother's cock in your ass, princess.." Dad said, his touch was gentle and comforting although I didn't need it, Dylan felt so good like this. I moaned and whimpered as Dylan got more aggressive with Michael's encouragement. Kyle began carving their names into my side with his knife, I felt each cut.
I felt rope after rope of thick hot cum fill me up, sometimes in my ass, sometimes in my cunt as they each had their way with me. I was covered in cum, piss, blood, pen ink, cuts, bruises, scratches, and bite marks by the time we were done for the day. Only to be used over and over again until the trip was finally overā¦
It usually is. Itās not hard when you know what to look for. The insecure ones. The ones looking for approval from an authority figure; desperate for approval, attention, acceptance.
Speak kindly to them. Show interest - but not too much interest. Donāt make it look like you want anything from them. You want to give the appearance that youāre casually surprised to see her again but you canāt hide the flash of excitement - the physical confession of how impressive she is - that crosses your face.
Then slowly insert moments of intense attention. A couple minutes of utter focus, like youāre hanging on her every word. Nothing in the world is more interesting to you than what she will say next.
Then move on. Have a few days where youāre just so busy. Smile and wave but keep walking. Youāre not giving her the cold shoulder, youāre not an incel trying to ānegā her. Youāve got a life, youāre busy, youāre focused on other things.
Make her crave your attention. Make her obsess over what she can do to get more of it.
Sure there are quicker ways to get some women into bed. But I wasnāt after a quick half hearted fuck followed by a couple awkward conversations.
I wanted her to give herself over to me completely. I wanted utter control. I wanted her to sacrifice her self respect at the alter of my acceptance.
It took six weeks, from the time I decided I wanted her until I invited her to my house so I could cook her dinner.
She came over dressed to impress. High heels, a cute little skirt, a tight top. She looked beautiful, absolutely stunning - and I told her so.
A nice meal. A couple glasses of wine. A long conversation mostly focused on her. It was a great date.
By the end I knew a couple more dates like that and sheād eagerly jump in my bed. But that wasnāt enough. I needed to push her boundaries. I needed her to hate how much she loved what Iād done to her, so the next time she came over she would consciously sacrifice a piece of herself, knowing what would happen once she got there.
I walked her to the door with my hand on the small of her back. I waited until she was a step from the door before I spun her, pulled her to me, and kissed her.
After a startled hesitation she kissed me back. It was sweet, intense, passionate. I pulled her body into me, my hands sliding over her back. I slid a hand up her body to the back of her neck. I stepped into her, bodily pushing her back against the door.
My hands slid down her waist, over her sides, brushed against her breasts. It wasnāt until I reached for the buttons on her shirt that she broke of our kiss.
āWait,ā she said. āIām not ā¦ā
I cut her off with my mouth on hers. I got three buttons undone before she broke the kiss off again and grabbed my hands in hers.
āIām sorry,ā she said. āIām not ready.ā
I smiled at her. āYes you are,ā I said. āYou just donāt know it yet.ā I held her hands in mine and lifted her arms above her head.
She tried to resist a little - or maybe it was a lot for her. Itās hard to tell as she isnāt very strong.
I held her arms up and kissed her neck.
āStop,ā she said. āPlease.ā
Between kisses I murmured, āI canāt. I want you so much. Iāve wanted you so long.ā
I grasped her wrists with one hand and slid the other down her body to her thigh. I ran my hand up the back of her leg, pulling her skirt up as I went, and cupped her ass. I pressed myself against her, letting her feel my excitement.
āYouāre so damn beautiful,ā I whispered.
I kissed her neck, down between her breasts, up her throat. When I tried to kiss her lips she turned her head, so I kissed her cheek.
āIām not going to hurt you,ā I promised, ābut I have to have you. I canāt help it. Just let me take you.ā
I tasted a little saltiness on her cheek. I think she might have been crying. I donāt know. I kind of stopped paying attention to her reactions. I was lost in the moment.
I pulled her over to the couch, pushed her down on her back, and climbed on top of her. I pushed her legs apart with my knees and pressed myself against her as I started kissing her again.
This time she didnāt fight me when I unbuttoned her shirt, nor when I pulled her bra down to get to her breasts. I kissed a line down her neck, over her shoulder and down to her breasts. I covered her breasts with little sucking kisses, ran my tongue in little circles around her nipples, while grinding myself against her.
I lifted my body off hers enough to undo my pants and pull out my dick. I was so hard I ached. I just wanted her so much.
I kissed my way back up her jaw while wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck. I slid a hand between us and pulled her panties to the side, working myself into position.
āI love the taste of your skin,ā I murmured as I pressed my cock against her entrance. She was so tight and wet - probably against her conscious desire. I worked myself into her slowly, letting her adjust to the feel of me inside her.
I wrapped my arms around her head and pressed my lips against her ear. āYou feel so fucking good,ā I said. I slid inside her gently. Every few strokes I pushed myself completely inside her and ground myself against her.
We made love like that for several minutes, me kissing her cheek, nibbling on her ear. And this time, when I went to kiss her on her lips she didnāt turn away. I guess she knew it was going to happen so she might as well give in to it.
As I kissed her I started working myself inside her faster. Thrusting and grinding, not trying to split her in two, but enough to show how much I wanted her.
When she moved her hands to my back, and started gently rubbing me, I knew sheād already given a little bit of herself. The thrill that went through me - I canāt even describe it.
But I wanted more. I needed to push her further.
I pulled myself out of her and climbed off the couch. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off as well, setting her knees on the floor. I stood over her and cupped her face with one hand. When I pressed my dick against her mouth she slowly parted her lips.
She closed her eyes when I pushed myself into her mouth, but she took me none the less. I held her still with a hand on the back of her head and started to thrust into her mouth. Her tongue slid down my shaft as I pushed at the back of her throat. I didnāt push hard enough to make her gag - there was plenty of time for that later. I just thrust into her mouth, strong but gentle thrusts.
I was already close to the edge at that point and it only took 3 or 4 minutes until I was ready to explode.
I think she realized it too - I guess my grunts gave it away. I could see it on her face, like she was preparing herself for me to cum in her mouth.
But at the last moment I pulled out. I held her head still with one hand and finished myself off with the other. I cursed as I came, unloading on her face and chest. I threw my head back and groaned as I covered her, the release was so fucking intense.
It was a terrible thing to do to her, I know. Humiliating. Shameful. But Iād kept my promise. I hadnāt hurt her. It was a gentle debasement.
I looked down at her and smiled. āGod, youāre beautiful,ā I said as I looked at her cum covered face. āYouāve never looked prettier.ā
I cupped her face with my hand and brushed my thumb over her cheek.
āYouāre stunning,ā I said. āAbsolutely perfect. Turn around. Iāve been dying to taste you.ā
She looked up at me completely bewildered. So I took her hands, lifted her to her feet. Gently, but firmly I turned her around, pushed her forward so she was kneeling on the couch and bent her over so her face was pressed into the back cushion.
I scooted back a bit to give myself room and pushed her skirt up over her hips. I slid my fingers into her panties and pulled them down to her knees slowly. I ran my hands up and down her legs, over her ass, feeling the softness of her skin.
āFucking perfect,ā I growled.
I squatted down behind her and kissed the back of her thighs. I kissed up one leg and down the other. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pulled her legs apart.
I planted my face between her legs and started licking her pussy. I ran my tongue between her lips, over her clit. I kissed and sucked her folds between my lips.
I explored her with my mouth, my tongue - eager to give her pleasure. I murmured and growled how good she tasted. I slid a hand between her legs and spread her so I could taste ever part of her.
I wanted her to feel good. I wanted her to enjoy it, to think back and remember how it felt. I wanted her to know that even though I brought her so low, I took time for her pleasure. I wanted to teach her to begin to crave more despite herself.
I enjoyed her like that for several minutes before narrowing my focus on her clit. I opened my mouth wide, spread my tongue flat and lapped her like a man lost in the desert finally finding his oasis.
It didnāt take long like that before she gave into the feeling. She started to rock her hips and make this low groaning-purring sound. I kept my rhythm steady, pressing in, reaching out to fondle his breasts as I continued licking her pussy.
She let out a near scream as her entire body tightened like an electrical current had run through her, constricting every muscle. I lapped at her until her body relaxed and she breath slowed to a deep, heavy pant. I kissed her pussy, the inside of her legs and over her ass.
I stood and ran my hands up her back to the back of her head. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and gently turned her face toward me.
Her eyes were closed so I said, āLook at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes.ā
She did. She looked me in the eye for only a moment before looking away, but I swear in that moment I saw a flash of every emotion known to man. Her conflicted emotions were an exquisite sight.
I leaned over and kissed her, long and hard, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. As I did I started rubbing my dick against her pussy.
After a couple minutes I straightened and positioned myself behind her. I slid myself back inside her and held myself still, buried to the hilt.
āGod,ā I groaned. āI just canāt get over how good your pussy feels.ā I slid my hands around her and grabbed her breasts as I began to thrust into her again.
I was not as gentle this time. I wanted to see just how far I could push her, how much she could handle. I wanted a clear baseline to compare with how far down the rabbit hole Iād take her.
I started thrusting into her harder. Standing straight, I held her still with a hand holding her hip and started pounding into her.
āSpread your legs,ā I commanded. And when she hesitated I slapped her on the ass. āSpread them.ā
She did, shifting her knees a little further apart.
I slapped her ass again. āWider.ā
She moved her knees some more. I slapped her ass again. And again. She spread her legs as far as theyād go, straining against the panties still wrapped around her knees.
āFuck. Good girlā I said. I held her hips tight and slammed into her, our bodies slapping into each otherās in a beautifully sharp rhythm. āFuck,ā I said again. āThatās how you take a dick. Thatās how you take a fucking.ā
I reached forward and grabbed her by her hair. I turned her face toward me again and told her to look at me.
āThatās right. Look me in the eye while you give me this pussy.ā
She lasted just a moment before she closed her eyes again. It was enough though. I wanted that image burned into her brain. I wanted her to remember looking back at me, looking me in the eye as I railed her. I wanted her to wonder if she had actually given me her pussy or if I had taken it. I wanted her to doubt herself.
I pulled her head off the back of the couch and turned her sideways. I climbed on my knees behind her, pushed her face down into the seat and shoved my dick back into her.
I fucked hard, slamming into her with her face buried in the cushions and her ass in the air. I bunches her skirt up in my hand and used it as a handle, pulling her back to meet me with each thrust.
I was close to cumming again and I slammed into her harder and harder. Her knees gave out and she fell down flat on her stomach. I rode her down, fucking her flat, holding my self up with my hands on her shoulders. Her leg slipped off the couch and her entire body almost followed along, but I held her in place and kept pumping until I exploded, filling her push with my cum.
I collapsed on top of her, a panting sweaty mess. Once Iād caught my breath I gently brushed the hair from her face. I kissed her cheek lightly.
āGod youāre beautiful,ā I said. āStay with me tonight. I want you to stay the night. Iāll cook you breakfast in the morning.ā
There was a long pause before she whispered softly, āok.ā
I smiled to myself. God, this girl had no idea what she was in for. She had no clue just how far sheād end up sinking for me.
Fuck, Iāve been edging myself for hours! It feels so fucking good but I wanna cum so badly! I wanna cum I wanna cum I wanna cum! But I canāt, cause I know the longer I deny myself that pleasure the better itāll feel when I finally do make myself orgasm.!
Iāve been listening to all kinds of porn, reading whatever gross horny posts I can find on here, rubbing myself to them, my little virgin boypussy dripping with slick as I ruin the plushie Iām humping! Iām home all alone and all my doors are unlocked, every window open, anyone could just walk by and theyād see me whining as I hump and fuck myself on every piece of furniture in my house.
Anyone could walk in and all theyād see is me moaning and crying as I bring myself to the edge of cumming for the 20th time in a row, just begging someone to take advantage of my addled mind. Iām so fucking horny I couldnāt fight back even if I wanted to. In fact Iād be begging my rapist to fuck me as hard as they can, begging them to finally give me that orgasm Iāve been working towards. But you wouldnāt, cause you know the longer Iām denied that pleasure the more willing and obedient I would be. Cause you know that desperate little bunnies like me donāt deserve to cum, I have to earn that right.
Iām so fucking close again! I wanna cum just writing this, I need to cum! It feels so good, but at the same time Iām so horny it hurts. My pillow is soaked with drool and slick, same with all of my plushies, the thought that Iām gonna have to sleep on them later, knowing their full of my dried slick, they smell like my arousal and anyone who comes over will be able to smell it and know what a debauched little whore I am.
How long should I edge myself do you think? How many times do I have to bring myself to the brink before I can allow myself to finally cum all over myself.
i finally have weed again and fuuuck, need someone to shove me face down on the bed when I'm not ready and force their cock inside my aching cunt. want them to feel how easily i get wet for you when you really start fucking and forcing your cock in and out of me <3 want them to shove their fingers into my mouth when I start making noise and tell me to shut up and take it, just continue to fuck and rape me until my legs are shaking and im begging and babbling out at you incoherently due to you bullying your cock into me <3 the only think I want to be able to think about is how perfectly you fit inside my pussy daddy <3 use my wet and aching cunt to the point that when you pull out, all I can do is whine and cry as I look back to you, begging you to put your cock back in me because and keep raping me because my pussy has m grown so used to the feeling of you inside me <3 make it so that the only thing iāll br able to thing about is you raping my hole and telling me how im your little girl so that means you can do anything you want to me and my body <3 make me your pretty little rape slut and toy <3
i mean if u think about it, a dumb mutt like you only has one purpose
that puppycunt is wet and drippy for a reason, and you know exactly what that is
you were made to be bred, restrained and pounded for hours at a time, left there waiting for the next cock to come and fill you
you're nothing but a set of holes to please those of us who were blessed to have a cock, and you know that to be true
you're going to fulfil your purpose and a fucksleeve whether u like it or not, but we both know you're going to like it
you're wet right now just thinking about it, aren't you?
your hole is aching to be spread open by a cock pushing deep inside you
its twitching, leaking, and begging for someone like me to grab your breedable hips and make you lose your fucking mind in the bliss of being used to fulfil your purpose
and when you finally do, when that cock is spurting thick rope after think rope of cum deep inside the furthest reaches of your cunt, you'll be changed forever
I want someone to get me high, really high. Get me to take hit after hit until I can't think straight. The higher I get, the hornier I get. My pussy is dripping wet when you pull me close and slid your fingers into my soaked cunt. The only thing I'm able to focus on is the pleasure you're giving me. It makes me moan greedily. I begin to squirt all over your fingers. Everything is soaked. You pull your hand away from my pretty pussy. I whine, as if to say 'please, play with me more.' You move my body, since I'm barely able to stand, and bend me over the couch. I try to figure out what's going on when all of a sudden I feel your entire cock thrust inside me. You hold it deep in my pussy, unmoving. I can feel your hard cock pressing on my cervix. It's deliciously uncomfortable. "You like when my cock is shoved inside you, don't you whore?" you growl into my ear. You begin pounding me mercilessly. I squirm and moan underneath you. It feels amazing to be used by you. I'm so turned on knowing that even if I wanted you to stop, there's nothing I could do. "You're nothing but a cocksleeve. A hole for me to fuck whenever I please" you say as you push my face down into the cushion. "And now I'm going to fill your pretty pussy with my sweet cum". I start to understand the words you're saying. You can't come inside me, I'll get pregnant. I trying to get away from you but I'm pinned between you and the couch. I use my arms to try and push you off but it's no use. I'm too weak and dazed. You pin my arms behind my back and say "There's no use fighting, you're my little cum dump and I'm going to fill you to the brim with my seed". Your thrusts become faster and faster. I try to let out a scream but you cover my mouth with your other hand. My desperate attempts to get away are futile. You laugh as you watch me try and fail. "Here it comes, slut!" You announce. I let out a muffled scream as your cock empties into my womb. You pumped me full of your sweet, sticky semen. You pull out. Leaving me naked, draped over the couch, leaking your seed out of my abused cunt. You grab me by the hair and pull my ear towards your lips while you lovingly say "You were such a good fuck toy. I'll be using you again very soon."
thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.
you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.
you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.
the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.
you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.
except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.
until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.
it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.
your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.
they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.
they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.
all while their mocking voices taunt you.
this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.
once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.
they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.
you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.
they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.
Someone should take me to a bar and buy me my first legal drinks as a present! You should guide me on what tastes best, and what will get me fucked up faster ;p
keep giving me shots, one right after the other.. watch as I slowly become more and more intoxicated! More and more pliable.. there are eyes all around.. they can tell Iām drunk, and by the smirk on your face they can tell where Iām going to end up at the end of the night~
The drunker I get the hornier I feel, you can see as I rub my thighs together, trying to give myself some relief~ it would be sooo easy to roofie me now, no one would care and I wouldnāt notice.
I try to stand and almost fall over with how fucked up I am! You grab my arm and lead me back to your car, your mind racing with everything you want to do to me now that I canāt resist.
We make it back to your house and when you lift me off the car seat thereās a wet spot where I was sitting.. Iām sorry! I canāt help it.. my little boypussy is so wet and I couldnāt hold it all in..
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Iāll continue this later! Itās hard to write with one hand
