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i would love to read a poly romione + ronarry fic where harry and hermione have very strong but purely platonic feelings towards eachother, and both are in love with ron and are aware the other is also into ron, and they talk about it and come to find that they'd be okay with sharing ron if he were to want it too
so they try to make advances on ron that hint at their interest in him and spend more private time together to talk about it. meanwhile ron is also in love with both of them but his insecure ass is like "there's no way they could love me back romantically... the two of them would be a much better couple... in fact they've been spending more one on one time together without me so maybe they're already dating and don't want to tell me... it's so messed up that i'm pining after BOTH of my best friends, who are probably in love with one another instead... i'm so bloody pathetic... π" so he doesn't really register/believe in the attempted flirting
summary : ron fingered you before class and now you can't focus π
wc - 383
"eyes on your own parchment, finnigan," professor vector murmured without looking up from her desk. the rustling of quills paused for half a second before resuming, louder now, as if everyone had simultaneously remembered to breathe again. you shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together under the desk. the scratch of ink on paper sounded unnaturally loud in your ears, your own quill hovering uselessly over question three: describe the practical applications of the inception charm in modern alchemical processes (15 points)
15 points and you had nothing.
your foot tapped twice against the leg of your stool left, right before you caught yourself. the movement made something twinge low in your abdomen, a dull echo of earlier that made your teeth sink into your lower lip.
"thirty minutes remaining," vector announced, and a collective groan rippled through the room. you stared at the whorls in the wooden desktop instead of your half-empty parchment, tracing one with your fingertip. the grain felt rough under your skin, like the calloused pads of ronβs fingers when theyβd...
"psst." a folded square of parchment landed next to your elbow, interrupting your thoughts.
you glanced sideways just in time to see hermioneβs eyebrows climbing toward her hairline as she deliberately looked away, the picture of innocence. you unfolded the note with a quiet crinkle.
are you ill? youβre flushed.
you pressed your knees tighter together under the desk, feeling the fabric of your robes slide against your thighs, rough in some places, suspiciously damp in others. the note trembled slightly in your fingers as you scrawled back.
just tired. exam nerves. why, do i look like iβve been fingered behind the greenhouses?
you folded the piece of paper before passing the note back, careful to not bring any attention to yourself.
the ink on your parchment had smudged where your sweating palm had rested. you wiped your hand on your robe, but the phantom sensation lingered. ronβs broad fingers working you open against the stone wall near the herbology shed, his other hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds you hadnβt realized you were making until his thumb pressed down on your tongue. the memory made your quill snap in half with a tiny *crack*. seamus jumped beside you.
"everything alright there?" he muttered, peering at your ruined exam. you nodded wordlessly.
I mean look. Iβm not gonna lie to you, this was always gonna happen. But what we must do is move on in good faith with strong hearts and remember that the real strengths we have as peoples are our empathies
Summary: Ghostface wants to play a game (not a Saw reference), hide and seek. Can you evade his searching or will he find you and do as he pleases.Β
Tags & Warnings: Dub-con so R*PE, no use of y/n, a singular spank, slapping, hair pulling, name-calling (slut, bitch, whore), pet names, dacryphilia, knife play, small injury (blood), light bondage (zip-tie cuffs), oral (male receiving), edging, rough, orgasm denial, Cream pie. Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!
Word count:Β 4k
Pairing: Ghostface x Fem!Reader
Note: Hello...yea I've been gone for like awhile. Well not gone just not posting anything. I had a lot going on for awhile but life is settled rn and I finally had the will to write. I started this like probably a year ago and have finally finished it. I only read over it like once so sorry for grammar or spelling errors. Anyway glad to be back for a while. Also sorry if it ends kinda abruptly I was gonna write more but it seemed unnecessary and I wasn't sure what else to do.
You lay in your bed reading a book in hopes of keeping your mind off of what's been going on around you. It's not really working, flashes of guilt, stress, and fear keep creeping in. Readjusting yourself for the 50th time is also not helping. You begrudgingly close the book, setting it on the nightstand, before rolling over and screaming into your pillow. After a few moments you decide to stand up and get a snack. Food always eases your mind. As you walk to the kitchen your phone rings and you feel your brain swell at the sound. The ringing continues but you just stand there, you know that if you pick up something terrible could happen, but if you donβt pick up something even worse could happen. You reluctantly reach into your shortsβ pocket and accept the phone call.Β
βWhat do you want?β Your voice is even and annoyed. You begin to pace and slowly make your way back into your room.Β
βWowβ¦no hello? No, how are you? And I thought I was cruel.β His playful, raspy voice tingled deep in your ear. You hated this. Hated this, but not you hated him. You thought yourself odd for thinking that way, squeezing the blanket on your bed for comfort. He stays silent for longer than usual, before you hear him mimic a cough. He obviously wants you to ask, but why should you? Why give him the satisfaction of listening to his every whim? You remain silent and hear him let out a frustrated sound. βListen bitch, I want to be nice, really I do; but you make it so hard. Say hi sweetie.β Suddenly you hear a cry and a whimper through the phone.
βPleaseβ¦hicβ¦I just wanna go home.β The girl's voice is weak from her crying and she is sniffling but you can tell it's her, itβs Melanie, your neighbor. Your heart sinks as you hear her pleading with that monster.
βSo, you want to try again or should I play with this one instead.β He spoke harshly so you knew he meant it.
Swallowing your pride you speak softly, βH-hello, how are you?β a few tears begin to fall from your eyes but you quickly wipe them away.
βNow thatβs more like it. Iβm good. And you?β
You scoff an, βIβm good, so good.β
βReally? Donβt lie to me, little mouse. I can see right through your sarcasm.β
βMaybe I want you to.β
βOhβ¦yβknow thereβs something else I can see through right now.β
βLemme guess; my window?β
βNo, your laptop. Smile, youβre on camera.β You look over toward your desk just opposite of your bed. Your laptop is open but it looks off.Β
βReally? Well then what am I doing now?β You stuck up double middle fingers at your laptop from the edge of your bed.
βOoh ouch. Is that how you really feel?β You almost let out a laugh when he asks that, but you remember who he is and who he has and stop yourself. βListen, I have a proposition. You play hide and seek with me, and your friend here gets back to bed safe and sound, like nothing happened.β
βWhat's the catch?βΒ
βNo catch, just a simple fun game and she goes free.β He sounds smug. And he probably is knowing he has you backed into a corner. You have no choice but to play. However, you think about it a second longer than you should.Β
βFineβ¦β
βGreat, Iβll be seeing you soon so use this time to hide.β The call ends with that. You set your phone down on the bed and slam your laptop shut.Β
βFUCKER,β you punch your desk, immediately regretting it. You hiss at the throb in your hand but suck it up grabbing your phone and making sure it's on silent so you can keep it on you. You begin pacing, thinking where it would be best to hide. Itβs funny you have a killer obsessed with you and youβve never thought about hiding places in your own home. You thought about trying to attack him but that would be unwise since he has Melanie. You walk to the living room standing and staring at different locations hoping one will feel rightβthey donβt. Your eyes move to your Bluetooth speaker and a funny thought runs through your head, what if I play music. You try and rationalize it as a way to help make it harder for him to hear you. You decide to do it and connect your phone to the speaker. You throw on your favorite playlist and then finally decide on a place to hide. It seems kind of dumb but youβre working with what youβve got. You walk into your laundry room and climb inside your washer. Since itβs an older one its door is opaque allowing you to be hidden inside. You thought about covering yourself with wet clothes but you donβt have enough space for that. Once you close the door you are in darkness until you turn on your phone screen. It blinds you for half a second before you turn the brightness down. Just as you do your phone rings, stopping the music in the room over; you sigh and answer.Β
βYouβve got 30 more seconds.β His voice is harsh before he abruptly hangs up. It leaves you more on edge that he didnβt sound as playful as he did earlier. Time passes and eventually you hear footsteps just barely over the music and through the metal of the washer. You can feel your heartbeat start to quicken but you are able to keep your breath under control. The footsteps get quieter allowing you to feel calmer. You sit in there feeling more drained every second. It feels like hours have passed but when you check your phone it's only been 3 minutes since you first heard the footsteps. Eventually you can hear them again as they become louder and heavier and closer. Your breath hitches as you can hear movement in the laundry room: a cupboard opens and is slammed shut. You jump slightly at the sound and squeeze your eyes in anger at yourself for jumping. You feel so tense that you're sure if someone touched you theyβd think you were made of stone. Suddenly you hear nothing, has he walked out of the room? No he couldnβt have you hadnβt heard any receding steps yet. Your phone began to vibrate and you answered, thankful to yourself you had it on silent. All you could hear was breathing, you dare not speak lest he hear you through the machine. You hear a metal tapping noise through the phone, at first you thought it was a knife until you realize the tapping was coming not just through the phone. You held in a whimper, biting your lip. You could swear you blinked and when your eyes opened you were no longer in the washing machine. You instead found yourself face to face with that mask, ghostface. He gave a small wave before pulling you from the washer and tossing you over his shoulder.Β
βWait, no! Not fair, you cheated!β You kick and swing your arms. He slaps your ass causing you to yelp, but that didnβt deter you from fighting him for very long.Β
βIβm no cheater. You're just shit at hiding.β He laughs as he walks down the hall to your room, now holding down your legs tighter to stop you from kicking.Β
You roll your eyes, his cocky tone getting to you, βWell I guess Iβm not you. You always seem to find a way to be places without being seen. Maybe you ought to teach me your ways. If it's not a trade secret of course. Do psycho killer and stalker count as a job?β
βYou sure are a mouthy little bitch.β He threw you off his shoulder and onto your bed. βAnd to answer your question,β he places a finger in front of his maskβs long mouth in a hush motion. βYou canβt tell anyone but the secret is,β he leans in close, having crawled on top of you, βyou always pretend to not see me. Your subconscious hides it away from you, because it wants to rationalize noticing being stalked and not doing something about it. And because deep down, you know you like it.β
βThat's not-β He covers your mouth with his gloved hand.Β
βEven now you're failing to react to the fact weβre alone, on your bed, and Iβm on top of you.β He tilts his head watching as your eyes begin to express a reaction. Your hands begin to move to push him off but he is a step ahead as per usual. The feeling of cool sharp metal on your abdomen is a very fast deterrent. You look down seeing him graze the blade against your stomach, using it to lift your shirt. He takes his hand off your mouth to wag his finger before using that hand to grip your wrist.
βFuckβ¦β You sniffle for a second before stopping knowing tears is what he wants.Β
βNo, no, I wanna see those tears.β He sits up still straddling you. He pulls your wrist, yanking you up. Before you can retaliate you feel a cool burn on your hand. You cry out seeing the blood start to drip down your palm to your wrist. He chuckles enjoying your pained cry, he lets you yank your wrist away from him. βSee you're so arousing when you cry like that.β He wipes a tear off your face and brings the hand under his mask presumably licking it. While you are still dealing with the pain he grabs zip-tie cuffs from one of his many unseen pockets and quickly grabs your uncut hand and puts it in one.Β
βGet the fuck off me!β You try to yank your hand away and kick but the threat of the knife stops you again. Your tears keep flowing as he puts you into the cuffs.Β
βSee now that's a good girl.β He climbs off of you standing at the end of the bed which allows you to sit up in the bed. You stare him down with anger and revenge on the mind. He walks over to your desk and pulls the chair out of it spinning it to face you on the bed. He sits down spreading his legs wide. He waves you to come over with the hand holding the knife. You donβt move immediately and he begins to stand but you start to slide your legs off your bed and he sits back down. He gestures for you to kneel in front of him and you do, hesitantly. You slowly sit on your calves looking at him as he plays with the knife in his gloved hands. You feel sweat slide down from your forehead almost like a warning telling you, yes he is asking for that. βGo on, you know what I want.β He points the tip of the knife toward his groin.Β
βYou are-β
βIβm what?β he leans forward quickly, making you almost fall back, βHow about instead of talking shit we fill that pretty little mouth.β He grips your head by your hair pulling it back and making you whine. He places the knife on the desk behind him and gets close enough for you to see the smallest paint chip in his mask, βDonβt even fucking think of trying to take that, okay bitch?β
βI wonβt.β You nod insistently, eyes wide. He unbuttons and slides down his dark pants, tightening his grip on your hair making you wince. Your eyes move to stare at his half-hard cock, It was larger than any you had encountered. How was that supposed to fit in your mouth? And itβs not even at full hardness yet.Β
βOpen wide.β You do so without thinking and before you can even picture how it will fit he's shoving himself into your mouth. βFuckβ¦that's warm,β he groans, βreal slutty mouth.β His grunts fill the room as he fills your throat. You try to grasp anything with your hands for balance as he makes you choke and cry. When you finally grab his upper thigh you feel a sting reminding you of the still fresh cut on your hand. You have no time to dwell on it though as he continues to throat fuck you. Your throat aches but the bottom half of your body is begging for action. With every groan and grunt from his mouth you can feel an ache or throb between your legs, it was in vain to believe that you werenβt wet. As he thrusts particularly deep you squeeze his thigh tight enough to dig your nails in; gagging, and breathing hard through your nose. βCβmon you can take it, youβre being soβ¦good little mouse.β
Β His breathing is heavy and his thrusts are getting messier, so you know he's getting close. βTake it,β he huffs, βtake it all.β You whine, tears still falling squeezing your eyes tight as the hot liquid fills your mouth. He continues to slowly roll his hips forcing you to swallow his cum. He stays in your mouth longer than he has to, going from half-hard back to full rock by the time he pulls out. When he does, you're a drooling, coughing, sniffling mess. βGod! Those tears turn me on. You see this,β he points at his erection,β Thatβs all βcause of you and those pretty little tears.β He finally releases your hair allowing you to relax for a moment as you finish coughing.Β While you catch your breath he takes the time to slip his gloves off.
You look up at him, eyes like daggers, barely thinking, still feeling hazy, βThat all you got-β you sniffle, β-fucker.β Although you can't see his face you can tell by the low chuckle that he has a smirk. A smirk that says, you have no idea. He grabs his knife off the desk and with his free hand grabs your throat making you stand before pushing you onto the bed. Your mind and body are in conflict as he shoves and straddles you. The throb in between your legs and the voice in your head telling you to run. He starts to cut your shirt and your eyes widen.Β
βI wouldnβt move, mouse.β he spoke as if reading that you were about to try and grab the knife. You turn your head away wanting to cringe at every sound of the fabric tearing. βArenβt those pretty?β He finished cutting your shirt, leaving you exposed. He pinched a nipple hard making you arch involuntarily.Β βOoh and sensitive." He pinches the other nipple and twists this time. You bite your lip not wanting him to have the satisfaction of making you moan. He covers your eyes with his free hand and while you're in darkness he holsters his knife,βCan't have you getting any ideas." As your eyes are uncovered his hands move quickly to pull your shorts and underwear off. You wriggle and attempt to knee him, trying to make it harder. Your bound hands push against his sturdy chest. You feel a sting of pain across your chest.
βFuck, ow."
βStart behaving, or I won't use my hand next time. And just remember who I have." His voice was filled with arrogance and malice. You wanted to cry but you held it in to show your anger. Suddenly a cold finger moved between your legs.
βNo, w-wait please." He just chuckled in response before continuing to move lower, βWow little mouse, you say no and show all this anger but your wet. I knew you were depraved like me."
βI am not like you!" He tilted his head shoving a finger into you beginning to pump it in and out.
βOh really?" A breathy moan leaves your lips and that's all the answer he needs. βReally think mouse. Are you sure?" He pushes another finger in. You can't even look at him because you both know the answer. He grabs your face squeezing your cheek and jaw, βI asked a question, slut." Your eyes widen and you take a sharp breath in.
βIβ¦I don't know?" You stammer between a small moan. He slaps your cheek, not enough to turn your face but enough that the feeling lingers for a moment.
βYes you do. You're a depraved little whore, getting off from a man in a mask." His fingers stop moving while he looks at you expectantly, βWell say it!"
βI-I'm a depraved whore?" He slaps you again harder this time.
βC'mon you have to mean it."
"I'm a depraved wh-" Another slap.
βAgain."
βI'm a depra-" This time he yanks your hair. βDammit, please I'm trying." He holds tighter, βI'm a depraved whore!" You cry, "I'm a depraved whoreβ¦I'm a depraved whoreβ¦I am please." Tears run down your cheeks. He releases your hair.
βI knew you could do it. And you really need a reward for that and those tears." His fingers started to move again this time with a third. You really started to feel It now. Your mouth opened and you whined with his movements. Your hands moved above your head to grab at the headboard. He spread his fingers and then curled. You arched and gasped.
"Fuckβ¦"
His thumb moved in light circles over your clit. Your eyes rolled and you could only think about the feeling. You felt so disgusted but also so good. Your body and mind in conflict. Your moans grew louder and your eyes watered. You could feel an orgasm building quickly.
βOh you're gonna cum aren't you?" He kept his pace and applied more pressure to your clit. It was so close you could taste it coming. Your body tensed and then he stopped.
βNo, why!" You cried.
βPoor little mouse wanted to cum." He teased. He started his movements again and your body got right back into the rhythm with him. The orgasm was there again right on the horizon. Approaching fast and then again, he stopped.
βFuck!" You were glad he wore a mask because if you saw his expressions youβre sure it would only piss you off.
βYou really want it that bad?"
βYes!" You whimper. He moves his fingers again bringing you right to the edge a third time, before stopping. You writhe under him a drooling, crying mess. βPlease, please pleaseβ¦oh god please." You mumble.
βI'll let you cum, if, you can guess where my knife is holstered."
Your lip quivers and your mind races you try to look at him to see if you see anything poking out but his clothes are too baggy. You huff frustrated.
βYou're waist." You said it with half confidence.
βSmart going for the safe option. Sadly I don't play safe, you're wrong." He removes a finger from you, and you whimper a little. βI must have forgotten to say each wrong guess you lose a finger and you'll have to cum with whatever's left."
βFuck you." He pinches your arm, and you yelp.
βNot very nice mouse but I'll let it slide. Care to guess again?"
You bite at your lip really thinking. Since its not at his waist you were really at a loss. Pondering for about a minute he seems to lose his patience.
βHurry up. Guess."
βUhβ¦uhmβ¦"
β5β¦4β¦3"
βYour ankle!?"
βSadly, still wrong. However I'm feeling rather impatient now." He pulls out the remaining fingers and adjusts the cloak to let his cock free again. βI'm gonna fuck you, if you cum you cum if not, too bad."
βW-wait."
Before you can really react he's already lined up and shoving himself inside. He's anything but gentle. His hands grip your hips. Pulling you hard against him as he shoves himself inside.
βShitβ¦youβre tight." He groans then quickly starts to move.
You're still sensitive from the edging and cry out as the pace is set. Your breathing is shaky and is fighting for dominance against your moans. It feels so good and your mind is blanking. Your hands move back to his chest and abdomen, you want to push him away but you have no motivation to do so. His hands move from your hips to your neck as he pumps a bit faster. He squeezes lightly at first but after adjusting his grip he squeezes harder. You gasp and your hands come up to grab his wrists.
βFuck, little mouse you clenched harder when I did that. You really are a little whore." His voice is strained. His raspy moans mix with yours as you both near climax. You feel the pressure building up and you feel his cock throbbing. Unless you wanna spend the night with your fingers, you know this is gonna be your only chance to cum. Your voice pitches up and gets louder as he speeds up; His hands moving back to your hips. You gasp for air, sputtering and coughing for a minute before being taken over by moans and whimpers again.
βShitβ¦shitβ¦oh fuck. Gonna cum." He strains through a groan. You're also there, right there. It finally hits you and its the most euphoric feeling. Your eyes roll back, legs tense, back arched. Your face is a wet mess from tears, sweat, and drool. Just as your in the middle of your high he releases inside you. With a few pronounced and stuttered thrusts. βGod damnβ¦" he sighs out of breath. You both take a moment sitting in the intensity of the moment.
After a moment he finally pulls out of you, wiping himself with your bedsheets, that are ruined. He put back on his pants and pulled the cloak back down over himself. βYou look so good with me dripping out of you." He says slipping his gloves back on. βAnd if you were wondering, the knife was on my waist."
You could barely focus on what he was saying you were so spaced out from your orgasm. You felt you should be mad and if you could be you would. But right now you just wanted to sleep. βYou falling asleep little mouse?" He leans down close to your ear. βYou did well. Melanie will live. Sweet dreams."
You watched through almost fully shut eyes, a big, black, blur walk out of your bedroom. Then, sleep.
When you wake up you are still naked on your ruined bedsheets. Your hands are still bound, you have dried blood on your wrist, and you felt exhausted. You slowly, groggily, sit up and wiped your eyes. You yawned and raised your arms above your head in a most needed stretch. Last night almost feels like a weird wet-nightmare. You look across from your bed and see your laptops open again. You wonder if he's watching you right now. You see your phone on the night stand next to your bed. He put it on the charger for you. You went to swing your legs off the side of the bed. That's when the soreness hit. βFuck." You try to stand and your legs falter almost immediately. You lean back on your bed with a sigh.
Your phone started vibrating on the table. You sat back on your bed and grabbed your phone. It took a second to accept the call with your fingers feeling kind of numb from the cuffs.
βGood morning mouse. Legs feeling weak?" His voice is as condescending as ever.
βIs she home? And safe?" You ask quickly, ignoring his question.
βWe went over this yesterday, or is your brain so scrambled from my dick that you can't remember?"
βSigh, good morning. Now answer my question." He was silent for a period of time that made you uncomfortable. βHello? Please? I'm sorry. Can I please know if Melanie is safe."
βShe's safe."
βIs she home?" The terse language had you worried still. Again he was silent. βPlease can I know if she's home?"
βShe's home."
βOh, thank god"
βNo, thank me."
βThank you."
βWell a little appreciation is nice. I do so much for you." He finally started to talk more. It eased you, in a strange way. βWell little mouse good luck getting out of those cuffs. I'll see you again. Real soon." Before you could say anything he hung up. You look over at your laptop camera, flipping your middle fingers before scooting to the edge of the bed and shutting it.
I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.
Summary: A semi-journal type text about a sexual encounter with a masked biker.Β
Tags & Warnings: Smut, alcohol use, drunk reader (sorta), outdoor sex, mask fetish.Β Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!
Word count: 1.3k
Pairing: Masked man x Fem!Reader
A/N: I think I wanna turn this into a mini series but idk. The journal aspect of it is a bit lost sometimes but I still think what I wanted is in there. Please enjoy :> Also I know I've been gone awhile I was kind of taking a break from writing and stuff to be a consumer for a while (reading fanfictions on my new hyperfixation).
To start I was pretty drunk and on what one might consider a vacation, but this had been on my bucket list for a while. I guess that last shot sealed the deal and gave me enough, I wanna say confidence but that doesn't seem right. It was wrong and I knew it but that's what made it so exciting. I remember looking up into the reflective visor on the unknown man's biker helmet. His identity, forever a mystery which honestly turns me on now thinking about it. Iβm thinking of doing something like this again. The thrill of not knowing was a feeling Iβd only fantasized about before. Maybe Iβll write a little series of my endeavors, and Iβll be detailed so donβt worry. Now, Iβll get to what happened.Β
The bar's lights were really starting to annoy me which is why I walked out and bumped into him in the first place. My face planted straight into his chest, it was firm. I quickly apologized to him but he stayed silent and just kind of looked at me. I imagine he may have been falling in love at that moment, that's what my big ego says anyway. He gave me a nod of forgiveness and walked inside. As he moved past me I looked him up and down, nothing crazy, some black sweats and a green hoodie but he seemed fit underneath the concealing clothing. I took a seat outside close to where his bike was. I was kind of hoping to catch him leaving, our small interaction piqued my interest; I could only hope it piqued his too. I sat for what felt like ages but I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up to the helmeted man crouched next to me shaking my shoulder. I could hear the sounds of a muffled hey underneath the helmet. I groggily lifted my head from my knees and tried to wipe the bit of drool on my lower lip.Β
βYβknow you oughta be more careful where you sleep.β His voice remained muffled.Β
βHuh?β I could hear him chuckle, it sounded warm and gentle, a real suave laugh. I thought it was odd he hadnβt taken off the helmet but it only made me more interested.Β
βI said you should be more careful where you sleep.β I nodded at him, closing my eyes from the remaining tiredness. He seemed to be rolling his eyes under the visor, βDo you have a friend here or a car? Donβt drive but at least you can sleep in a safer place.βΒ
βYea that blue one there.β I pointed towards my car.
βAlright let's go then,β he pulled my arm over his shoulder and started walking me toward the car.Β
βHey, wait I donβt want you to just disappear after this.β
βYou donβt even know me.β
βWell talk to me, let me learn a little about you.β At this point we had reached my car and I was leaning on the driver door with him next to me. I felt quite sobered up but in actuality I was still quite out of it.Β
βFine, youβve intrigued me. Oh hold on lemme take this-β
βNO!β I quickly slapped his hand away from his helmet. He was so surprised he had stepped back a bit and I can only assume he looked either confused or shocked, probably both.Β
βWhat was that for? No?β
βK-keep the helmet on.β
βWhat, why, you canβt really hear me well can you?β
βWell it adds to your mystery, and my hearing is stronger than most.β It isnβt but he didnβt need to know that besides I could hear him well enough.Β
We talked for a while, we laughed and all that good connection stuff, then he asked again about the helmet thing and why I didnβt want him to take it off. I told him the real reason: It turned me on, it was super hot, he seemed both proud and curious.Β
I suppose we just spoke all the right words to each other to get into one another's pants.Β
But one thing led to another and we were inside the back seat of my car tearing each other's clothes off. Heβs pulling off my shirt, my bra then my pants and underwear; while I yank down his pants and boxers. There was no way of getting the hoodie off with the helmet on but I didnβt need all that. He pinched my nipples between his rough fingers while his other hand teased over my clit. Honestly I was surprised he found it. I could tell he was hot from all the panting, I could only assume his helmet was like a small ecosystem. I was moaning like we werenβt in a public space and not the fake ones. These were real, I was excited; I was aroused. His fingers made their way down and into my vagina making my back arch. I kept staring into his visor knowing he could see all of me; my erotic faces reflecting back at me, my nude body. In contrast to him; I didn't know what kind of man was behind that visor, what kind of faces he makes during sex. At this point I was soaking and couldnβt wait, impatiently I beg for him to fuck me already. He obliges and lines up his sizable cock before slowly pushing inside. A gasp slips from my mouth and I hear a faint moan from him. My hands move to grip his back sliding underneath his hoodie. It has a soft muscular feel. He starts to move, his quiet grunts and groans escaping through his helmet. At first his movements were a bit awkward but eventually we got into a goodΒ
pace. He had surprisingly good stamina. He sat up more using his rough hands to grip my hips, thrusting at a new angle making me want to scream. He kept hitting my sensitive part as my moans grew louder, suddenly my hand was pushing against his lower abdomen.Β
βI think, I hear someone.β His hips slowly came to a halt and I began listening more intently hearing some faint laughing outside, it didn't sound that close so maybe I was just being paranoid. He probably couldnβt hear that well so I was on a higher alert.
Tilting his head and asking, βBut, isnβt that part of the fun?β He used his hand to pull my chin to look back at him, before covering my mouth and continuing to move. Definitely one of the top five hottest moments I've had with someone, probably even top 3. I was starting to get close from his thrusting and my fingers relentlessly on my clit. The throbbing and twitching of his dick inside me let me know he was also close. He slid his hand off of my mouth and placed both hands back on my hips, quickening his pace. Our body heat filled the car, steamy windows, moans and grunts, inching ever closer to that sweet release. He kept hitting a spot that made me feel like a glass about to spill over, I could see my face in his visor as I got closer to climax, I had never felt as beautiful as I felt in that moment. Then it all poured out, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, he came just moments before myself. He stayed inside but the condom caught it all (I had one in my glove box). He pulled out and we stayed breathing heavily for a while just looking at each other; I assumed he was looking at me but his eyes could have been wandering my body for all I know.Β
We tied off the condom, got cleaned, and got dressed. Then we went our separate ways, I walked with him to his bike before watching him disappear into the distance on the road. Overall a steamy encounter, one Iβll never forget. But he may have competition soon, Halloweens coming up and there will be plenty of masked fish to choose from.Β
