werewolf!satoru and vampire!suguru eating you out
ღ cunnilingus. gojo has wolf ears. squirting. threesome.
werewolf!satoru is so sloppy. he's all tongue and loud moans against your pussy. spit and juices mixing all over his mouth and chin and dripping on the blanket under you.
he has both hands gripping your thighs tightly, kneading the soft skin while keeping your legs as wide open as possible. he needs space to eat you out.
he has like two moves that he keeps alternating.
one where he lands his tongue flat against your clit and shakes his head, making you moan from the friction and the vibration of his hums. and the other where he licks you up and down, sucking up all your tasty juices and lapping from your slit to your clit like he was drinking water.
you have your hands tugging at the roots of his white hair, sometimes petting his fluffy ears while moaning his name. "satoru~".
but even though it's clear you're enjoying yourself, shivering and whimpering under the lycanthrope's touch, vampire!suguru can tell you're looking for soemthing else by the way you keep wiggling and trying to position yourself. something that you couldn't achieve with satoru's iron grasp on your soft thighs.
so suguru, bothered by the utter greed of the white-haired wolf, shoves him to the side with the slightest force.
"aw, what the fuck, suguru!" exclaims satoru, whose body landed face-first on the floor. he rubs his forehead and glares at the raven-haired vampire. then, satoru mumbles, "wait for your turn, asshole."
ah yes. the duo played rock, paper, scissors before so they would decide who gets to eat you out first.
"i cannot stand here and watch such atrocity." you think geto is looking at a mass murdering by the way he words his statement, but in reality he's just dramatic.
the vampire ties his long hair into a messy bun and places himself between your quivering thighs, staring at your puffy lips like they're his next meal.
"what do you mean atrocity? she was enjoying it!" questions the werewolf, furrowing his white eyebrows and pouting at your direction. you chuckle, he looks like he's about to burst a tantrum.
"you filthy dog, you're not even eating her out properly," mutters suguru, letting his pointy tongue teasingly caress the outer area of your cunt before latching his lips on your clit. you moan as he starts suckling the little bundle of nerves with vigor.
he's dead set on eating you like he knows you like, because the only greed and selfishness that doesn't bother him it's yours. your cries and hums, the dirty pleads and compliments you let out between your teeth, all of you in your most uninhibited form drives him crazy.
sugurus lips leave your pussy, you whine from the sudden abandonment. his deep red eyes stare at suguru's sky blue ones. "you eat her out like you're starving," criticizes the vampire. "you don't stop and think what she wants."
satoru's wolf ears flatten to his head and he lets out a small whine. the intense glare from suguru intimidates him.
"hey, don't be so mean to him," you interrupt, supporting yourself with both elbows on the bed. reach out to pet satoru's hair, who's still sitting on the floor. "you were doing good, toru."
the white-haired man perks up and smiles brightly at the compliment.
"i will do better, baby, i promise."
you didn't expect the duo to end up eating you out at the same time. their tongues fighting for dominance against your clit had you hollering and gripping the sheets with white-knuckle strength.
it's like they were fighting to see who gets to make you cum first.
which would be hard to tell, because you couldn't decide if satoru's tongue thrusting in and out of your slit or suguru's lips kitten-licking your clitoris felt better. your throat was stinging from moaning so loud.
it all boiled down to you squirting all over their faces. which turned into a different competition between the creatures.
who can make you squirt the most?
note: this was adapted from a previous drabble about sunghoon and jake from enhypen. read it here if you want!
Note: Nanami's daughter is named Rin and your daughter is named Zuki.
ShyDILF!Nanami is a very busy man. Ever since his ex wife left him and his daughter he has buried himself with work, getting home late and often relying on his babysitter to pick the child from school.
ShyDILF!Nanami still tries to make time for his little girl as much as he can. He listens to her and takes her shopping. He even cooks breakfast for the both of them so he can have some quality time before being drowned by paperwork. That's how during one of their breakfast chats Rin tells him that you (her best friend's mom) asked her if he wanted to set a playdate for both of the girls.
ShyDILF!Nanami doesn't know you personally, but knows about you thanks to babysitter Itadori, and he seems to quite like you. So he accepts. It wouldn't hurt to get to know at least someone from her class.
ShyDILF!Nanami who gets confused when he sees you, a very young and attractive woman, arrive to the park holding the hand of his daughter's friend. His daughter sprints to hug her friend and they both start running to the swings a couple of meters in front of them.
ShyDILF!Nanami who clears his throat and awkwardly tries to hide the way his eyes travel through your body as you hold your hand to him.
"Hi, are you Rin's father?" you asked in a soft tone.
ShyDILF!Nanami takes your hand into his much bigger one and shakes it. He really hopes it's not sweaty. "Um... Yes, that's me." Your lips curl into a smile as you introduce yourself.
ShyDILF!Nanami frowns and fixes the glasses falling from his nose bridge. "I-I'm sorry, but I thought her mother was coming to bring Zuki."
ShyDILF!Nanami who gets even more confused when a laugh bursts from your throat. What was so funny? Although it wasn't so bad to see such a pretty woman laugh.
"I am her mother." You state when you finish laughing at him. Smile still intact.
ShyDILF!Nanami who chokes on his own spit at your comment and has to fight both a coughing attack and hot pink blushing on his cheeks. "You- You are her mother?" He managed to say, feeling all around ashamed from his comments. "Yes, I am." You replied with a humorous tone. Nanami nervously scratches the back of his neck and apologizes, telling you he though you were her older sister, which made you giggle once again.
ShyDILF!Nanami who tries to spend the rest of the playdate without making a fool of himself again, although it seemed impossible as your very presence made him a shy mess. You were such a beautiful woman and your stylish outfit - bootcut jeans and a skin-tight black shirt, a birg purse with charms and dark boots - made you look youthful and cool.
ShyDILF!Nanami who accidentally stares at your ass when you lean over your daugther to clean her face and tries to hide it by coughing and looking away, cheeks flushed.
ShyDILF!Nanami who, after talking to you and learning you were a single parent too, gathers courage to ask you out for a coffee this Friday since the girls had dance classes after school. To which you say yes.
"Great, it's a date then." You say and you both laugh. His was low and shy, yours was bubbly and light.
ShyDILF!Nanami who was so anxious that he arrived ten minutes early to the date. He dressed himself in a light blue button-up shirt and black pants - not too casual and not too formal. His hair styled in a fluffly middle section.
ShyDILF!Nanami who checks his phone every minute waiting for the actual hour of the date to come. The top of his knee bumping awkwardly under the table as his leg bounced. He picked a table too small for him, but it was next to a window and the café had a nice view of the trees on the sidewalk. He imagined you would like to take pictures for your socials.
ShyDILF!Nanami who eventually starts to think that you stood him up, even though it's single minute pass the established hour. He was kind of insecure about his age. He wasn't an old geezer but he still was a bit older than the rest of the parents on Rin's class. Maybe you second guessed going out with him and just went on with your day. He didn't blame y-
ShyDILF!Nanami who throws to the trash all those depressing thoughts when he sees you enter the café, a sigh of relief leaving his throat. You were wearing low waisted pants and a squared-neck top that squished your chest. Your breasts bounced a little as you walked to the table.
"How you've been?" You ask him, chin resting on your hands.
"Good, good... the grind never stops when you're a single parent, am I right?" He immediately regrets his choice of words. He clears his throat and mentally punches himself. The grind?
"The grind?" You snorted. Nanami expected you to look at him like he was a cringey old man, but the tone of your voice gave away other kind of...feeling towards him.
"Yeah, the grind..." He fixed his glasses. "Isn't that what the kids are saying now? Are they...not saying that?" You shook your head and visibly fought back a smile. "Oh no, did I just make myself sound like an old man?" Nanami whined, embarrassed.
"Old!?" Both of your hands slammed the table, catching the attention of a couple of people around you. "You're not old Nanami! You're still so young!" The way you looked at him, wide eyes full of incredibility, triggered a hot flush on his cheeks.
"Oh, stop it." He takes a sip of his coffee. If anyone's young here, it's you." His eyes scanned your form up and down, catching the subtle flush on your face as he did so. "Compared to you, I might as well be a grandfather."
You roll your eyes. "Well, then you're a sexy grandpa."
ShyDILF!Nanami who chokes on his coffee at your joke and you giggle at his struggle. He doesn't know if the lack of air was because the coffee is now filling his lungs or because your lipgloss shined really pretty when the sunshine hits your face. You look amused, grinning, and he thinks he's about to die of embarrassment.
ShyDILF!Nanami hasn't gotten a compliment like that in ages, so he doesn't take it as smoothly as one would think. You can't believe him, though. As he is such a handsome man. But ever since Rin's mother walked out of the picture, he confined himself to singleness.
ShyDILF!Nanami who opens up about his failed marriage. How his wife cheated on him and left for a much younger man. You take his large hand into your soft ones and keep eye contact while he tells his story, your eyes shining with a simpathetic look on them. He blushes when you tell him that he's a good dad and that you wish Zuki's father was a third of the man he was. The blood pumping all over his body, not knowing which way to go. He liked being complimented by a pretty girl like you.
ShyDILF!Nanami who tells you he would like for Rin to have a mother like you. Sweet and cheerful. Full of life and support. And beautiful - for all that matters.
"Yeah, I'm kind of a MILF," you say jokingly. But you actually have a point. You are a mother he would like to fuck. He brushes those thoughs aside, though, for now.
ShyDILF!Nanami who learns more about you during the date. You are a single mom because Zuki's father left during pregnancy. You moved here a year ago. He learned your hobbies, your favourite movies, the music you like. And you learned more about him too.
ShyDILF!Nanami who won't admit it, but sometimes gets lost on your jokes and references, as he is not much of a meme connoisseur.
ShyDILF!Nanami who doesn't want the date to end, so he makes the next move and asks if you'd like to go to his apartment, just to watch one of those movies you mentioned that caught his attention...
ShyDILF!Nanami who hasn't kissed anybody in a long time, so when your lips find his, his movements are shy and dubious. His hands carress your sides under your shirt and his tongue is timidly poking at your bottom lip, asking for permission.
ShyDILF!Nanami has you pinned against the wall next to the front door. Even though he has his head leaning over you and his back bending forward, you still have to stand on the tips of your toes for your lips to touch. The both of you relish on that, loving the difference in size between the two of you.
ShyDILF!Nanami who thinks you're an amazing kisser and is relieved when you take charge of the kiss. Your warm tongue explores the inside of his mouth and he moans when you bite on his bottom lip. His hands are now travelling through your ass and giving it a nice squeeze, groaning on your mouth.
ShyDILF!Nanami doesn't waste time and strips you down, careful to not rip off your cute outfit - your panties, on the other hand, are destroyed without care and you moan at his actions. The muscles on his arms flexing a little as he ripped the small fabric covering your sweet core.
ShyDILF!Nanami who eats you out on his knees like a starved man. You wouldn't think that he's had no action in a good time, as his tongue skillfuly laps against your clit. Your whines and cries are music to his ears. Your fingers brushin through his blonde hair, tugging when he suckles on the small bundle of nerves with a knowing chuckle.
ShyDILF!Nanami who makes you cum on his mouth and fingers right on the entrance of his home. You're both thankful that your daughters where not there, as you were being so loud and shameless with your need.
ShyDILF!Nanami and you take it to the couch next. You lay your stomach against the couch's arm and arch your back - presenting yourself to him. He admires how your pussy glistens with saliva and cum, all puffy and flushed because of him. A smirk creeps into his lips. He unbuckles his pants with one hand and teases your slit with the other. You jerk and whine, wanting him inside as soon as possible.
"Shh... Patience, baby doll," he teased, dropping his pants and fisting his cock a little. The tip of his finger wiggles against your opening and you cry out, like a desperate and spoiled brat. He tsks. "Don't be such a brat, you were behaving so good, don't make me spank that sweet ass."
You mumbled something against the couch and raise your hips. He slams the hand he was stroking himself with against the fat of your ass, making it jiggle with the recoil.
ShyDILF!Nanami who absolutely loves the mewl you let out as his cock entered your aching pussy, almost as much as the feeling of your walls hugging and molding into his length. His hands gripped tight on your hips as he gave you a few seconds to adjust. He bends over you, muscular chest against your back, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he begins to drill inside you.
ShyDILF!Nanami notices how you like being praised, gummy wals gushing at his cock in a suffocating grip. He calls you princess, baby doll, good girl, anything that makes you cry and arch more into him. If he didn't have any self control, he'd be painting his cum inside your walls at this moment. He has one hand griping the side of your hip and the other pining you down to the couch by the nape. His pace is unforgiving, slaming his hips against the reddening meat of your ass.
ShyDILF!Nanami who hits you right in the spot and doesn't stop after you let him know it was "right there!". Bullying your G-spot with the head of his cock. Your cries were a high-pitched kiss to his ego, slurring how big he was, how good he was fucking you. He was ruining you for the rest of the men out there and he could cum to that though only.
ShyDILF!Nanami who lets you claw at his thighs and dig your nails into him as you cum around him, hot walls fluttering and gushing and choking his cock - fuck, he wasn't gonna last. He lets you ride the wave of pleasure, but soon enough he has you on your knees, in front of him. Pink tongue sticking out and half-lidded eyes looking up at him in expectation.
ShyDILF!Nanami who cums all over your pretty face and mouth with a loud groan. You let him collect all the semen on your face with his fingers and stick them inside your mouth, suckling on the digits and enjoying the taste of his seed - he has a balanced diet and is proud about it.
ShyDILF!Nanami who will definetly pick up Rin from now on, just to see you again.
not proof-read, please tell me if there were any mistakes! <3 hope you enjoyed it hehe :3
your typically vanilla husband accidentally discovers a new kink (18+)
for the record, this had been entirely your idea.
it was always you with the dirtier mind, eyebrows raised suggestively whenever you brought the idea of trying out a new fantasy to the table. and it was always him with a flush to his cheeks, cock tenting in his boxers at the pure filth dripping from your mouth. sex never required any embellishment for nanami, and it never required toys or over-complicated lingerie that only added layers and inefficiency.
it was simple for him. he didn’t need a maid costume, or roleplay, or even your clothes to be halfway off to get rock hard — all these years together, and a single smile from you could still do the trick. but he also firmly abided by the principle of happy wife, happy life — and that meant that he tried his best to indulge you, following along at your directive, no matter how outrageous your suggestions got.
except — well, nanami supposed he was doing a hell of a lot more than just following along tonight. he was straight up thrusting into you in the corner booth of a seedy bar, feigning composure with his cock buried in you and your dress bunched indecently high. you’d whispered the idea with a teasing lilt, thinking he’d brush it off like he always did — but maybe he had a few glasses too many, because he’d only adjusted his tie and muttered, then go on, get on my lap if you’re so bold.
now, your walls were clenching desperately around him, thighs trembling from the weight of his cock pushing against your walls. a cute liquor flush stained your cheeks, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to ease yourself down the full length of him without moaning too loud.
“you have to relax, baby,” he murmured, breath hot against the shell of your ear. “you’ll draw more attention if you keep tensing like that.” his hands slid up under your dress to steady your hips, thumb lazily stroking your skin like he wasn't splitting you open on his cock in public.
for a man who always insisted he didn’t need games, toys, or theatrics, nanami sure found himself savouring every filthy second of this — the secrecy, the danger, the way your walls fluttered around him every time someone passed too close. but this went far deeper than indulging you, or even his own enjoyment —no, he was discovering something about himself tonight.
and if your typically vanilla husband just uncovered a taste for fucking you in public… you weren’t sure if you’d created a monster or if it had been lying in wait all this time, but you knew you would be the one paying for it later.
summary: Dating as a supernatural being has always been difficult for you, but thanks to Mystic Match—a new dating app for monsters and the supernatural—you found your current partner: a werewolf. The only thing that has been bothering you is not being able to spend your heat cycles together. But tonight, you're determined to change that.
Or, the one where wolf!chan and bunny!reader spend their heat together for the first time by accident.
tags: werewolf!bangchan, bunny!reader, beastars AU, hybrids, petnames, heat cycle, rough sex, male dom, fem sub, size difference, predator/prey dynamics, forced heat/induced heat, knotting, dirty talk, doggy style, a blink-and-you-miss-it moment of aftercare.
wc: 5.6k
a/n: reader’s a bunny hybrid of a french lop and her petname’s flops. this work is a collaboration with @doestalker. english is not my first language!
[This was based by this script by AdventKitt on ScriptBin. All the corresponding credits go to them for inspiring this fanfiction.]
In the modern world, supernaturals and monsters were not as feared as they were centuries ago. Now they were able to roam the streets and live their life like every other human just with sharper teeth and more body hair than them. You could say that the normalization of the supernatural would also better the chances of dating. And it did, for most of them.
Them not including you. A shy bunny hybrid like you could never go out to a bar and start a conversation without feeling like a burden to anyone, even if they showed interest in you. You were just not made for the whole casual thing, the flirting with strangers, the hooking up and one night stands—you felt like you were built for something more meaningful, a genuine connection with someone else.
All of your friends encouraged you to get out of your shell and “just talk to someone”, but they didn’t get it, that you wanted long-term commitment from a partner instead of just a wild night and a kiss goodbye. Whenever you went out with them, they would always bring up the fact that you haven’t dated someone in the past two years as a way to manipulate you into going to someone and flirting with them. It obviously didn’t work. But you didn’t mind it, you knew it was in their best interest, they wanted to see you happy with someone.
After many failed attempts to throw you in the dating pool of your city, they opted for a new approach to convince you. They’ve been talking for a few weeks about this new dating app for supernaturals that was super trendy at the time—Mystic Match. You were a bit skeptical about the whole thing, you thought it might be dangerous to meet up with someone you met online, but all the stories your friends told you about the app actually succeeding at matching them with people they liked got into your head and convinced you to make a profile.
It was a simple yet cute bio, a nice selfie of you in front of the mirror and your favourite hobbies. You were looking for someone older than you, that you could spend a cozy evening with, that was kind and funny, and that liked sweets as much as you did.
The first week was hell. All kinds of monsters and hybrids ghosting you, sending unsolicited nudes, standing you up on dates or just being too boring for you. You almost gave up on the whole thing, but it was a new profile popping up on the app that caught your attention.
Name: Christopher Bangchan.
Type: Werewolf 🐺
Age: 26 (in human years)
About Me: Full moon enthusiast. When I’m not running out in the woods I’m working as a personal trainer. I’m looking for someone who I can share late-night adventures with, belly rubs and lazy morning naps.
What I’m Looking For: A soulmate who doesn’t mind a little fur on their couch and enjoys midnight snacks. I don’t mind if you’re not a werewolf ― I believe love transcends species!.
You giggled at the silly humor and the attractive selfie the guy had chosen. You’d never dated a werewolf before. Being around a predator as a prey-hybrid was a big deal for your kind—all the cautionary tales your mom told you when you were little flashed through your mind for a second. But you brushed them off and swiped right. The world has come a long way since your mother’s time.
When the date finally happened, it was as if the universe felt bad for all your past failed attempts and decided to make it up to you with a giant werewolf sporting cute dimples and puppy eyes. A simple coffee date turned into a second date at a bar, which led to a third at a restaurant, followed by a kiss in front of your door. And just like that, six months later, you found yourself in a beautiful relationship.
Bangchan was all that you could ask for and more. He has been a gentleman the entirety of your blossoming relationship. The only thing that’s been bothering you is the fact that anytime both your cycles sync up, he pushes you away until they end. He has helped you with your heat when it came before or after his, but not the other way around.
Since you’ve never known a werewolf like that, you didn’t have any idea what it was like for them during heat. To you, a bunny hybrid, was a time when you were super needy and clingy and horny. So being away from your boyfriend at a time like that was some kind of psychological torture. You didn’t know how you could have spent the past two years of heat without his massive cock filling you up. Him keeping it away from you when you needed it the most and when he also needed to pound you the most was so mean of him!
Luckily you managed to convince him to come over to your apartment and talk about it. You were open about everything else, so syncing cycles were so complicated. A touchy or sensitive topic to talk about. He always understood your opinions on certain things about the relationship so you wanted the same, and if this situation was far away from his confort, you wanted him to tell you so you would not step over his boundaries.
A loud knock sound made you step out from your thoughts, running to your door just to see that man standing with his characteristic smile abroad his face, God he was too much.
“Hey Flops,” greeted your boyfriend. He liked to call you like that because of your floppy bunny ears falling on the sides of your head. “Hope I didn’t make you wait long.” He said, as he embraced you in his warm arms. His wooden coffee scent mixed with his cologne enveloped you and you buried your nose further into his chest so you could take in more of it. He hummed as you tighten your grip around him, liking the way you fit in his arms.
After a little small talk you both made your way into the living room space. He sat by your side on the comfy sofa and rested his left arm around your shoulders. “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about again?”
You paused for a moment before letting out a sigh, taking courage. “I wanted to know why we haven't spent our cycles together when they sync up.”
“Ah, I figured you’d ask that,” said Bangchand with a small laugh, his tone changing to that of a mix of anxiety and nervousness. He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know I’ve been avoiding us doing anything intimate when we get closer to our cycles. I-It’s not that I don’t wanna do anything with you!”
“Well…it feels like you don't, because I feel like you always push me away when I need you the most,” the man let out a nervous sigh, he did really care about your feelings and everything about you. You were right, he did in fact push you away in many encounters. But he believed he was doing the right thing! It was too early to show you his most feral and unhinged form, the one who knew no boundaries and only cared about scratching his itch. He didn’t want to scare you, he knew how delicate a relationship between a prey and a predator could be, and he loved you so much it would actually kill him if you started to fear him.
“Look, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to spend that time with you. I’m just― fuck,” he interrupted himself with an anxious chuckle. “Sorry, I’m not the best at explaining things.” He took a slight deep breath before continuing speaking. “The main reason I want to avoid us having sex in our cycles is because I can get… Well, a little too aggressive…”
“But—” you started to complain, but he cut you off.
“And no, it’s not the normal kind of aggressiveness you would expect from a predator. I’ve had some pretty bad experiences,” his face wrinkled when the memories flashed on his mind, “in my younger days, when I would be intimate with someone during that time. So no, it’s not just you. I’ve been avoiding intimacy during my heat for a long, long time.”
There was a long pause before you filled in the silence. “I can handle it,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up.
“Hmm?” hummed the raven-haired man, an incredulous look in his eyes and a small smile showing off his dimples.
“I know you’ve had some bad moments, but I honestly believe I can handle it. I’m not made of glass, especially during heat.”
“I like your enthusiasm, Flops, but I’m not talking about some simple kind of aggressiveness. It’s not the regular kind humans experience, it’s something much more… primal. I know about your ex-boyfriends, I doubt you’d been with someone like that,” he chuckled. “It’s something that lives deep inside my skin. It’s like a need to have some sort of control over the person I choose to mate with.”
You frowned at the sight of your boyfriend, trying your best not to burst in frustration. You weren’t some delicate porcelain doll anymore—you craved his touch just as much as he claimed to crave yours, in that raw, primal way.
“But baby, I know you’re not the same guy you were before,” you huffed, a teasing smile creeping onto your lips. Leaning in, your mouth hovered just inches from his. “I’m not as weak as you think,” you murmured, your voice small and shy—just to mess with him.
“I know you are, Flops… it’s just—” Bangchan looked at you and felt dizzy for a moment, every inch of you driving him crazier than regular. Your face, the way your lips pouted as you spoke, the way you sat so close to him. Fuck. “I never said that you were.”
He sounded so flustered all of the sudden, like he was trying to filter the words coming out of his mouth so they didn’t sound insulting to you. You rolled your eyes and straddled his lap, feeling a hint of satisfaction from the way his warm hands instinctively settled on your waist. From the amount of cuddling you both did, this position became quite natural. You placed your hands on his neck and the instant his nervous eyes met your gaze, all of his muscles relaxed. “Even if I was used to mating with other prey hybrids before, I promise I can, in fact, handle you, Christopher,” you said in a soft voice, trying to calm down that giant anxious mess of a boyfriend.
You could tell by his body language and the way his scent hitched and spread all over the room that his rut was coming. The suddenly-strong smell of coffee and wood and leather was starting to affect you, making you feel lightheaded. His hands, still on your waist, pulled you closer to his chest.
“Let me help you with your heat, baby, pretty please,” you hummed, playing with the soft baby hairs on the back of his neck.
“M-My heat? What?”
Oh. He didn’t realize he was in heat?
“Oh, fuck!” he whisper-yelled. “I really thought I had more time. I can’t believe I didn’t keep track this time! Shit, it must have come early or something.”
His stressed pheromones were bittering the nice smell of the room. You wrinkled your nose a little.
“Flops, please get off my lap,” there was concern in his voice, but the fire in his eyes was telling you to stay right where you were. You didn’t move, and despite his request and his obvious strength, he didn’t move you either. “It’s a really bad time, babe, get off or―”
“Or what?” You cut him off, one eyebrow lifted as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“Or I’ll do something we’ll both regret.”
You scoffed, shaking your head. “Stop being so careful with me, Chris…” You pouted. “I love you. I would never regret helping you out.” Your hands were back on Bangchan’s neck as they pulled him towards you. Your lips connected in a slow kiss where you were the one in control.
“Princess, please…” he mumbled between kisses. “I know you want to help me, fuck, I can smell it on you. I just don’t want to hurt you by accid—”.
You silenced him with another kiss, this one needier, more desperate. Still, it wasn’t enough to completely distract him.
“Flops, I’m being serious. I need you to—”. His words faltered, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest as your hips rolled against his lap. “—get off my lap.”
His voice might have sounded like a warning, but his scent, the way his hands gripped your waist, and the heat radiating from him told a completely different story.
But your kisses were cut short as his hands suddenly shoved you away, sending you sprawling onto the soft carpet. A startled gasp left your lips as you looked up at him. From this angle, his tall frame loomed over you, more menacing than ever.
Your gaze flickered to the living room window—the clouds were shifting, slowly unveiling the full moon at its highest point in the night sky.
It was time.
Bangchan’s body began to change. His sharp canines grew even longer, glinting like knives meant to tear through flesh with ease. His warm brown eyes burned into a bright amber glow. His nails extended into short, deadly claws, and his wolf ears twitched, fully perked, as if he were locked in a constant state of alert.
He growled—a sound unlike anything you’d ever heard from him before. It was deep, raw, and primal, sending a shiver down your spine. The sheer vibration of it made every hair on your body stand on end, triggering every prey instinct buried inside you. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to run.
But the scent—God, the scent—was intoxicating. Sharp and overwhelming, it curled around you like an invisible force, keeping you rooted in place. Your breath hitched as you stared at him, mesmerized, watching your boyfriend caught between man and beast—his half-true form both terrifying and captivating.
You should have been afraid. You should have run.
But you couldn’t.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You naughty bunny…” His voice sounded a little bit deeper. His eyes roamed kneeled form up and down. “Look at you. Such wide eyes you have, but that smell…” He deeply sniffed the air and let out a chuckle. “Fuck, that’s not just fear I’m smelling from you.”
He leaned in closer, his face now mere inches from yours, the heat of his body radiating against your skin. His sharp amber eyes burned into you as he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. Another low, rumbling chuckle left his throat - amused.
His breath fanned over your parted lips. “I can smell the desire coming off you,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “It’s sweet… like nectar.”
His canines glinted as he curled his lips into a slow, knowing smile. His claws traced lazily over your hair, just enough to make you shiver.
“Look how small you are compared to me. Such a delicate, beautiful little darling…” His golden eyes gleamed with something unreadable, something dark and possessive. “I can already see the heat starting to take you over… ah, those beautiful eyes of yours.”
His voice was deep and unhurried, each word drawn out with a lazy confidence, and the rich vocal fry sending waves of heat down your spine. Your stomach fluttered at the sound, at the way he loomed over you, at the intoxicating mix of danger and desire wrapped around you like a snare.
Whenever you were taken over by your heat, your pupils would dilate in a way that consumed almost all the colour of your eyes. Bangchan’d always liked how your eyes morphed into a doe-like shape, he said they looked bigger and shined so pretty. If the warmth spreading across your cheeks was any indication, they should be fully flushed by now. And your panties were probably ruined by now from all the slick your cunt was producing.
Bangchan sniffed deeply, followed by a satisfied groan when the pheromones of your arousal stuck on the back of his nose. Every groan and growl coming from him ended up making more of a mess on your underwear. Not even your best detergent would make them soft again.
“Mm, such a sweet scent,” purred Bangchan, looking at you from above, his amber eyes focusing on every little detail of your body. “Look at that ass,” he growled between teeth. “That fluffy little tail is the best part. The way you shake it, you look like a puppy,” he laughed, caressing your shoulders with his large hands. They were warm, not surprising because every creature’s body temperature rises whenever in heat. “Let’s take this short off, mhm?”
You did as told, shimmying your pajama shorts off along with your underwear, tossing them aside on the floor. He hummed in approval, that went straight to your core.
“C’mon baby, on the couch, ass up. I need to taste that sweet cunt.”
Again, you did as he told you. You laid your stomach over the couch, your knees supporting you as you perked up your ass, slick pussy in full display for your boyfriend.
“As much as I love looking at your pussy, I need to taste it. Let me just―” you let out a sharp gasp as his index and middle finger spread your lips and the tip of his tongue made its way into your dripping cunt. He started slow, just moving it up and down, but after a couple minutes he began to lap like a fucking thirsty dog. The way he was just drinking your slick and teasing your clit with his thumb made you gasp and whine and wish for it to never end. God, you could swear he was nose-deep into your pussy.
He introduced his middle finger, moving it at the same time his thumb played with your clit, and moved his face away from you so he could speak. “Such a sweet fucking pussy,” mumbled your boyfriend. “So wet and hot on my mouth. How does it feel, bunny?” He asked, the shit-eating grin clearly audible even from behind. You didn’t answer, and that seemed to annoy him, because he introduced another finger and curled them in a way they could reach your soft spot, making you let out a high-pitched moan. “Answer me, you dumb little rabbit,” he muttered. “Do you like my tongue? Do you like how wide it is? How deep can it get?” His fingers still moved against your spot, fingering the answer out of you.
Your reply was a loud and whiny “Yeesss～” as your body squirmed around his thick fingers.He chuckled at your pathetic moan.
“I know, I can tell by the way you whine, so needy and desperate.”
His tongue was back on you, playing with your folds and lapping on your slick once again. Every single touch sends electric shocks to your whole body, like a big wave of pleasure hitting you all of a sudden.
His mouth was taking every slight drop of your slick like some desperate ole’ dog searching for water, his tongue lapping his way through your pussy and rubbing the end of his nose on your wet hole. Both of his hands were gripping your thighs as he ate you from behind, claws ripping your skin as your hips started to press against your boyfriend’s soaking face. “Fuck.. that’s it, bun. Fuck my face and make a mess out of it”, he growled near your cunt sending another goosebump to your spine as the hot breath clashed with your soaked core, arching your back to get more contact with his tongue.
“Keep moaning, let me know how good it feels.. Atta bun.” Just another teary moan of yours took from him to shove his large tongue inside you, widely opening your cunt for his own pleasure, slick dripping out of his chin as he roughly started to penetrate you with it. The constant ‘pop!’ and ‘slurrp!’ of his mouth on you, the firm but messy way he was grabbing you, even if you tried you couldn’t keep your eyes open. He was completely eating you dry.
Numb in pleasure it was obvious to you that it wouldn’t take you too much time to cum. Your boyfriend did eat your pussy a million times before when he was on a mission to help with your heat. But this time was different, it was so... painfully good that the fact that you didn’t squirt on the wolf’s mouth was crazy.
“C-Chris.. baby, if you d-don’t sto—” you cried loudly, hands grabbing the sofa as much as you could. Bangchan knew, and he didn’t hesitate to take his soaking wet tongue off your cunt, a string of your slick coming out from the tip of his tongue. A loud and cheeky chuckle escaped from him, “What? Did you really think I’d let you cum?”
His hand grabbed your hair from the back, twisting it around his left wrist and forearm. “As much as I’d love seeing you squirt on my face, I’d much prefer you did when I’m breeding this absolutely pathetic cunt. Bet you like the idea don’t you?” He shouted as his hand aggressively pulled your hair to make you trip over on your words.
A slight nod was enough to him, so he grabbed you by your waist before letting your hair go. “I need to rail you right-fucking-now, and your room’s too far, so excuse me if I…” A ripping sound interrupted him as both of his hands tore your top, exposing the lace bra you were wearing under. He huffed, amused. “You had all of this planned from the beginning, didn’t you? You amaze me, Flops.”
Another cocky chuckle came out from him, his eyes racing from your chest to your flushed face, smiling widely. “Fucking hell Bun, I can’t get enough of you… Now strip off that thing and open your legs a bit more…” Bangchan ordered with a raspy voice while letting his canines show up in his smile.
Your legs started to shake from all the stimulation you suffered before, but you still managed to stand up, tripping over a few times because of the scent of your boyfriend, which was now becoming stronger by seeing you slutted out. Your hands reached for the bra’s clasps behind your back. You smiled when Bangchan’s eyes followed the slight bounce of your tits being freed from your bra.
“Fuck, that’s it,” groaned Chan, grabbing one of your boobs and lightly squeezing it, his thumb caressing your soft nipple. “I can never get enough of your tits,” he cupped the other one. Now both hands massaging your boobs. You gasped softly when he pinched one of your nipples. “They fit so nicely in my hands,” he said softly, but the cuteness lasted just a second, before he growled: “On all fours, I’m going to mount you.”
You placed your knees on the sofa and leaned over the backrest. Your back was arched, putting your slicked pussy on display, and your eyes were fixated on the reflection of your bodies on the window behind the couch. The metal sound from his buckle being undone and the unzipping of his jeans made you grow more and more impatient. When his clothes hit the floor, your head turned back so you could take in his naked form.
Your eyes widened, your mouth watered. He had such a big cock in his regular form, and apparently a much bigger one in heat. It was thick and veiny and such a nice rosy shade. Your intense staring caused Bangchan to laugh.
“You like how big it is? I didn’t even put it in and I can see how your cunt is clenching, she’s begging for it.” He closed the small space between the both of you, placing his big hands on the sides of your hips and squeezing the meat of your cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to fill her up.” Bangchan leaned over your body to whisper in your ear: “I’ll make sure she knows who she belongs to.”
One of his hands left your hip and grabbed his cock, guiding it to your needy hole. Going against all of his instincts of fucking you senseless, he took his time and nudged it between your lips, covering the tip on your juices. Bangchan slowly pushed the tip inside you, relishing the tight feeling around his cock and your soft cries. As he pushed deeper, your walls squeezed him harder, making him groan.
“Ohh, fuck! That’s it baby, such a tight little cunt,” his voice was now a little coarse, like if his throat went dry from the sudden pleasure. “I’ve been dying to fuck you like this.”
He knows you don’t need time to adjust, heats give you a lot of endurance and stamina to make sure you breed successfully. That’s why he began to rock his hips without any warning. You moan loudly against the cushioned backrest of the couch.
His skin smacked against yours with his sharp thrusts. And he lowers his gaze to watch himself disappear inside your plush lips over and over again, captivated by the way you take him so easily.
“I love the way my hands fit so well around your hips, how those cute ears bounce with my thrusts,” panted the man. You mewled at the praise from your boyfriend. “We’re gonna fill the room with our scent. Your neighbours are probably smelling how good your boyfriend is fucking you.”
The feeling of his thick cock rubbing inside your warm gummy walls with each push was inebriating to say the least. The pleasure of his tip nudging against that sweet area near the front was making you see spots from the corner of your eyes. Your stomach is tightening from the sharp pleasure.
“Fuck, Chan! Fuck, fuck me just like that! Ngh～” Your desperate moans only served as motivation for him, causing him to speed up his movements. His balls were now rocking forward and hitting your sensitive clit with each thrust, making a wet sound because of your slick running down your legs and his pelvis. Your pussy was clenching around his cock.
“That’s it, fuck, I can feel you tightening around me.” His fingers were gripping your hips so tight that they would definitely leave some bruises. But he didn’t care, he’ll kiss them better after. “Goddamn, you feel so good baby～ I’ve been dreaming of the day I’d get to take you like this. Been wanting so hard to lock inside you and pump you full of my pups.”
Every word said by the wolf was going straight to your core and melting you from the inside.
“Ngh, Chan～Want you to fill me up, please,” you cried out, your fingers gripping the couch and turning your head back. Your eyes locked on his and you noticed they were different now. The amber burned brighter yet his gaze was darker, more predatory.
It was so thrilling how every prey instinct in your body screamed at you to run, to hide from the predator behind you. But instead of fear pushing you away, it coiled deep in your stomach, twisting into a wicked blend of fear and pleasure. The rush of adrenaline only fueled the heat thrumming through your veins, turning you on even more.
“Want to knot you so bad,” muttered the wolf between clenched teeth, slowing down a little bit so he could lean over your back and breathe against your ear. You moaned in agreement, perfectly fine with that proposition. “Oh, you want my knot, baby?” Cooed the man in a soft whisper.
You nodded your head, too fucked out to even say yes, just whines and moans leaving your plushy mouth.
“Hold on tight, bunny, ‘cause I’m gonna breed you so good.”
His thrusts picked up the pace once again. The wet sounds of your pussy swallowing his cock filling up the room, mixing with growls and moans. The amount of pleasure was so unbelievable that you almost felt angry at him for keeping this kind of experience away from you. Although there was a tiny grain of nervousness, after all you’ve never been knotted by such a large creature like him—Hell, you’ve never been knotted at all!
Your head focused a little too much on that, and by the way Bangchan’s thrusts began to slow down, he noticed, so he petted your head, moving all the sweaty hair away from your face. “Don’t worry, my little bunny. I’ll make sure you enjoy it all the way through.” Whispered your boyfriend with a tone of voice much different than the previous deep and growly one. This soft murmur on your ear helped to ease your nerves and let your body loose so he could start to knot you.
“Thank you, Chan.” You mumbled softly.
“Are you ready now? Want me to knot you?”
You hummed in approval and rested your forehead on your arms, arching your back a little more and shaking your fluffy tail. He snickered under his breath and started to pick up the pace again. His thrusts now harder and reaching deeper into your pussy, crushing that spongy spot that made you see stars out of the corners of your eyes.
The living room was now filled by the sounds of sweaty skin smacking, low groans and breathy moans. The overwhelming smell of arousal and his personal scent made your head spin. It didn’t take long until you were coming first.
“That’s it! Come for me, come for me!”
Intense shockwaves of pleasure shook your body all the way to your core and a loud moan tore away from your throat that it would probably let it sore in the next hour. Your heat orgasms were always powerful, but this one in particular felt too much. Maybe it was because you loved Bangchan so much that being able to share this intimate moment for the first time intensified the feelings.
Tears of joy and tiredness pooled on your eyes, but didn’t threaten to fall out, until you began to feel a light sting on your sensitive pussy.
“Okay baby, get ready, ‘cause here I’m gonna shove this knot in and finally claim you for myself,” the wolf mumbled into your hair, caressing the sides of your hips for a little comfort. Since you weren’t biologically made to just take his knot, he made sure you came finished first so your pussy would be more flexible when taking his.
Bangchan started to count down from five, his breath erratic just like his movements. Your abused cunt cried at the overstimulation of his growing knot.
Five, four, three, two..
When he reached number one, you could feel his hot cum filling your insides. He let out a loud animalistic howl. If your neighbours weren’t sure if you were getting railed into oblivion, now they were. You bit your lip to stop whimpering as his cum continued to fill you up and his knot reached full size.
It was strange at first, much bigger than the girth of his cock, but as he started to shove it in your pussy the stinging sensation felt so delicious. You felt so full, full of him. You were being claimed by your boyfriend, by your wolf, you were now completely his and it felt so delightful that the tears pooling in your eyes finally fell through your flushed cheeks.
“Ohh, fuck yes!” Howled the man behind you. “My knot slipped right in, sofuckinggood, can you feel my cum spilling out? Fuck!”
Indeed, his cum was leaking from your cunt and running down the back of your thighs. From his point of view it looked so fucking hot with you stretched out beyond most prey capabilities.
“Hmm, fuck me. That was just—” the only way he could describe the experience was a cheeky chef’s kiss that made you giggle.
As the orgasm bliss faded just like his knot, he carefully pulled out of your overstimulated cunt and hugged you from behind, laying you both on the comfy couch.
His chest was so warm against your back and his arms were holding you in the perfect tightness, while his lips trailed soft and caring kisses along your neck and shoulders, occasionally biting on your floppy bunny ears.
“Are you okay, princess?” His voice turned back into his normal deep yet soft tone. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He sounded genuinely concerned. You smiled even though he could not see you from behind.
You turned in his arms so you could face him, taking a moment to admire the afterglow on his face. His lips and cheeks shared the same shade of bright pink and his eyes were glossy with satisfaction.
“Yes, I’m perfect, baby. I enjoyed it.” You whispered, brushing your fingers against his cheeks. He grinned and leaned against your touch, closing his eyes for a second. The scene was so serene compared to the animalistic fucking that was happenning a few minutes ago.
You both just layed there, enjoying one another’s touch while your soft breaths filled in the silence.
Until Christopher speaked again.
“Perfect, huh?” The calmness was replaced with a playful glint on his eyes. You raised an eyebrow. “Good, ‘cause now we’re gonna be like this for quite a while.”
summary: what would you do if you had a man spying on your most "intimate" moment? surely everything except letting him corrupt your body like a rag doll. or not, no one judges you.
or, where stalker!bangchan comes through your window while your playing with yourself and claims you.
warnings: explicit content, mentions of cnc and mask kink, knife kink, female masturbation, blowjob (male recieving), riding a knife like it’s the end of the world, sadistic bangchan, mention of blood while orgasm, reader it’s a whore for everything he does, petnames, degradation kink.
a/n: i swear i'm not so normal about him. 🙏🏼
your saturdays were certainly the most boring days of your week: no parties, no hanging out with friends, no alcohol and especially no one to spend the rest of the night with.
it was certainly a very niche wish of yours but there were times when you locked yourself into books to feel something new, even if it was fictional. the pleasure that these erotic books generated for you was too ecstatic for anyone else who will not be able to understand the reason for the great fascination with them.
especially if you use it as a method of self pleasure, mostly to reward you after a rough week.
your fingers lay between the folds of your cunt, opening their way with parsimony in a tortuous swing that left plain sight how weak you manage to put yourself to all kinds of touch, your chest uncovered just so that one of your nipples will remain on the paradise of lust that was building in your body. the wet feeling of your throbbing lips against each touch was music to your ears, coming to rub you more and more on them as if it were a sex toy; you wanted to remove all frustration in them for the most pathetic of what was seen.
the viscous sensation of your fluids invading, staining every end of your digits could get you drunk if it was scientifically possible, gently squeezing the apex of your clitoris only for the purpose of turning yourself into a bunch of moans. it's too inappropriate for an explicit scene to have put yourself like that.
your lips parting to let out another sultry moan that echoes the room, it’s actually a relieve that you have the house completely alone ‘cause if you were with your parents in the other room those slutty groans and gaps would get you grounded as fuck. even though what you are doing it’s risky, you still want to keep that tortuous pace on your vulva.
it’s difficult when you suddenly gasp louder, your fingers picking up speed. your pumping is getting sloppy and you constantly shift on the mattress like a greedy puppy, hungry for more.
your knees buckled at the near feeling of your orgasm reaching, pleading to be released when suddenly a noise distracts you.
on the side of your window, the shadow of what appears to be a person begins to become visible, a robust figure that slowly becomes more present: those eyes observed the apex of your thighs with desire, a heavy breath that fogged the glass. the only problem was that you couldn't see his entire face.
fear invaded you, a strange combination along with your denied orgasm made you beg with your eyes for two things. your liberation or that he wouldn't kill you.
tears falling from your eyes, thinking that this must be just a bad nightmare and that's it.
while on the side of the dark stranger, saying that he was enchanted from the moment he slipped through the balcony window was an understatement... almost nothing.
under curses around his plump lips he holds back the urge to pull out his erect member from his denim pants. It wasn't the first time he followed your steps, but it was the first time he saw you in such a deplorable and exciting state.
his hands gently forced the lock of the window, slowly opening it and as he went up your groaning heard sharper, making his sanity gradually disappear. the sound that comes out of your mouth was like an invitation for him to take advantage of it, as if you were doing a show just for him to see. or at least he wanted to believe that.
with the agility of a cat, broke into your room without any warning and searched his way through your body like a desperate man. the hands of that mysterious elder were placed in your mouth to make it impossible for any complaint to come out of you, bringing you even closer until those dark eyes connected again with yours almost in a plea not to stop.
"mhm.. what we have here?" she says in a flirtatious tone. his voice was deep and rough, as if his throat dried up when he saw you please her. "a dirty whore who thinks no one can see her being so fucking provocative."
your hum was vibrating against the palm of his hand, and tears were running down your rosy cheeks. you were scared - even terrified, this was too real to be just a dream of yours. his hand was so big. he hugged your face in such a way that it covered your nostrils as well, making it harder to breathe. his face was covered with shadows and a black mask hid his mouth, only one of his darkened eyes visible in the night.
your eyes roamed your room, trying to find something to use as a defense mechanism for escape. the man noticed your attempts immediately, "what are you doing, my dear? nah.. you won’t walk away from this."
his free hand was going down to the top of your underwear without too much haste since he wanted very internally to drain all your energy in what remained of the night. the thin fingers of the masked man seemed to know your body from beginning to end, outlining the folds of your intimacy as if he had memorized them, pressing his thumb against your clitoris causing a gorgeous and sharp moan to come out of your lips.
"how noisy you get to be sometimes, you’re going to blow my head if you keep this way," again the boy’s voice overwhelmed you and promptly you only deigned to nod while his nimble hand was getting rid of your underwear, the lace rubbing your thighs as it slid down your skin almost like a cut. sharp and painful.
the gloved hand of the chestnut bathed in your fluids, going up and down between your folds and listening to that characteristic sound of it. your eyes were still on that handsome man, half-closed for pleasure and your mouth just babbling overflowed prayers to the contrary.
"just look at you. you look so insultingly pathetic." he muttered between his teeth as he moved to the side of the bed, standing on the ground at the perfect height for your watery face to be millimeters - if you could say so of his crotch.
from his trousers he pulled out a red-handle leather knife, the edge of the weapon shone with the light of your room lamp. "what would you do if i used this on you? would it be right to put the edge inside you and watch you kill yourself while riding it alone or should i use the handle as a dildo?"
the edge of the knife would go in? what, that would be too much and no matter how hot you are you wouldn’t let your parents see you dead from an orgasm. "please." you sounded so pitiful, even the elder was pleased to see you in spite of not knowing what to choose. "choose m'lady, the edge or just the handle of the knife."
another breath of pain was heard through the room, without the man realizing you were already a mess; dripping your thighs and nipples slightly erect with only the sight of him waiting for some answer from you. your eyes were turned to his crotch and back to his right hand, which with agility held the knife, you did not know where to put all your attention.
"the handle, use the handle." god, he could die from just hearing you say that. his left-hand was unbuttoning his pants without lowering them at all, the same with his boxer that marked on his elastic calvin klein on his waist.
the handle of the knife was rubbing against your vulva as if it were a sex toy of those you kept somewhere in your room while suddenly the boy’s dick went inside your mouth, not giving you any choice but to pump your head and try not to choke by how it stretched your mouth cavity looked to him, seeing you as a fleshlight for his cock.
"that is bunny, take my cock just as well. almost seems like you were made for this, being such a cocksleeve for a stranger.. what a desperate thing." the voice of that man was bouncing through the walls of your ears like a forbidden melody, the handle of the knife was penetrating you causing several cries of pain to drown in the chestnut’s phallus. " there you go, take it like a good girl, you’ve grown up so much so i bet you have some kind of experience gettin' sluted out.”
the leather of the knife was moistened inside you, the rubber walls were adjusted to its size as if really your whole body was made so that he can abuse it, hurt it too - of course and hurts as hell compared to the different dildos that you had used on you.. but holy mother who could kick you out of just hearing him curse your own existence by smearing his weaponry with your slick and blood.
you have no idea how men can be saddled with a palate full of sophomoric slapstick. but a dick is a dick, and something tells you that he won’t let you go empty-handed on this one. "you're not tapping out already, are ya’? cause you looked so pretty with your mouth full of my dick.. use your tongue just a bit more and keep the fucking pace or i'll stab your stomach.” he demanded, fuck he sounded so hot saying that.
the masked man’s hand was gradually bathed in blood surrounding the material of his glove, each cut that made the girl’s movements only left him more stunned at the sight of the young woman being raped in pleasure. who would say that the facade of a sweet and well-dressed girl could be destroyed in one night by him. the assaults became much faster and deeper, the splashing of material against the intimacy of the female became more noticeable along with the obscene expressions that were ripping from her rosy face.
under the mask the man could say that he was worse than his companion; drops of sweat falling down his forehead and his meaty lips were wounded from the number of times that their canines killed them with careless bites, tearing the skin of these on purpose to feel the metallic taste of his blood rub his palate. “how does it feel having a complete stranger arranging your guts with a knife? huh?.. what i even ask you if you can even look me in the eye while you're blowing me out.”
“i fuckin' hate you.” you spat, getting his cock out of your weeping mouth. his hand began to move from the base to the tip of his member, masturbating it over your face without stopping the previous movements that were creating a burning feeling in your lower abdomen, your free hand was held from the ends of your sheets being almost impossible this time to shut up, “ you motherfu-.. oh god!!”
your legs weakened and the heat of your lower stomach was increasing more and more, reaching to raise your body from the mattress by the over stimulation that you were subjected to, something that the elder loved, dying inside to see you like this for a while.
“that's it sweet girl, keep struggling, ‘m gonna cum on your pretty face and you're gonna make a mess in my hand.. understood? show me how weak you manage to put yourself into”.
you hated to say he was in fact right but you were close to your limit, you hated with all your soul that the touch of that stranger makes you tremble with pleasure. you hated that especially warmed you to the idea that this would not be the last time he broke into your house. “s-sir.. ‘m close.. bun wants to.. please”, you couldn’t speak - not even say a single word.
that’s how the masked man let out all his seed on your face, smearing your cheeks and corners with his semen just as you burst on the handle of the knife that had made his hand a table full of cuts and drops of blood that combined with your fluids.
this couldn’’t be better, clearly not.. right?.
(...)
"bun.. bun, baby" you heard a familiar voice echoed onto your ears. "baby dol,l you fell asleep again". it was your boyfriend who spoke to you with a worried tone but with some happiness of seeing you again.
"what are you doing here? i..didn’t know you were coming." you mumbled shyly as you climbed into the sheets to check that you were still in your clothes. and so it was, but there was something else lying at the end of your bed: a knife with its blood-stained leather and in the distance the shadow of that man walking away from your window.
it certainly wouldn’t be the first or last time you would see him spying on every move you made in the distance, and that made you more than eager to be used by him again.
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