authors note. this was supposed to be a draft but it became a fic i don’t know what to say aerion just beats and rapes i did get bored writing it so the sex is short...
You had found aerion attractive, he was undeniably handsome; that was just a fact. It had not took long for you to ask him out, aerion had accepted much to your shock. He had been the perfect boyfriend, despite all the rumors you had heard going around (aerion had said to pay no mind to them!). He'd plan dates, take you out, and you never had to pay. He always had a gift ready for you on dates; expensive things that he had bought that you liked. Even when the gift wasn't to your taste you still appreciated it, he was making an effort. Your one month anniversary was coming up soon, it was obvious aerion had something big planned; he had asked you to clear your schedule and wear something nice.
Aerion and you hadn't had sex yet, even a month in—he wasn't used to this at all. Most "relationships" for aerion had started sexually from the first date, maybe even the first meeting. You had kissed— that wasn't enough for him. But you had made out in his jesko absolut, a drool filled, opened mouth kiss. It never got past that point though, no hand in the back pocket of your jeans, no hickeys, essentially no touching below the chin. Aerion was getting frustrated at this point, usually he would be balls deep in your cunt by this point, hell not even anal.
Usually girls like you would have an excuse; maybe you were a virgin, maybe you wanted to wait for marriage. In that case he would've convinced you to use the backdoor, in a god honoring way, duh! it wouldn't displease god! You had given none of those reasons, just said you weren't ready. It was fine, aerion believed himself to be a patient man, he did for the first three weeks.
As week four had started, aerion had grown restless. Why had you not let him fuck you yet, he'd bought you expensive gifts, had doted on you, taken you to expensive dinner dates. He gave you everything that you should've needed. He even opened doors for you, which was a big deal for him at least. So why had you still not given him. No, he had to be patient, today was your anniversary dinner, you would most definitely give him what he was owed.
It was a nice restaurant, with a menu of foods that were to your preference rather than his. He'd gotten you a gift, something you would most definitely like, a piece of jewelry made just for you. It had went smoothly, you had smiled so obviously pleased with the gift you'd received, a chaste kiss to his cheek to thank him. You hadn't noticed the way his eye had twitched when that was all you had done. He had offered you a ride home, jaw tight as he opened the door for you. He shouldn't have he thought to himself, you had done nothing to warrant what he was doing really. Yet, he was ever the gentleman in his mind.
"Do you want to come inside? Only if you wan-." you had said to aerion so confidently he'd believed you had practiced it before coming to dinner with him.
You had never seen aerion smile this bright before, him immediately cutting you off with a hurried yes and stepping to where you were in the doorframe. You had the door half open before he let himself in, expecting you to close the door yourself. When you finally locked the door you had found aerion already walking around taking in his surroundings. This was a big step in your relationship, aerion had never been this in your space before. He was practically in your being, your house. It was like looking right into you, everything you liked, how you liked it.
"Do you want a cup of water? Or, I have some juice if you'd prefer that", at that aerion had turned around, still bearing a sickeningly sweet smile on his face.
"Don't worry about that, cute place though" he said while walking over to your couch, sitting down, patting the space next to him.
You had put your things down and joined him, such a pretty smile donning your face. Aerion liked where your place, he rarely gave compliments of that nature but you hadn't minded. It was nature you had learned in the previous weeks. "Everyone calls you pretty, it wouldn't be special" he'd say after you asked. He still called other women pretty, complimented their body right in front of you; he even praised them. It bothered you at first but you had learned to push it to the back of your mind. You were the one he kissed, the one he took out on dates, the one he had let into his car.
"Than-" before you could even get the words out he had interrupted you the second time this night. Except this time aerions lips were onto yours, him turning to kiss you. Leaning his whole weight onto you, hands going right to your cheeks. He had a bruising grip on your face as your hands go to his shoulders to get him off you, push him off. This time, you can see the way his jaw clenches when he backs up a little from your push.
"What are you doin-" once more aerion interrupts you for the third time this night.
"What is your issue?" he says, sitting up and wiping his lips with the back of his hand like hes offended at whatever was on his lips.
He faces you now, he looks visibly upset a frown wearing his thin lips. His eyebrows curving in on themselves. You sit there with a dumbfounded look on your face and it irritates him further. Before you can say anything he has a hand reaching out, and you see it go past in your peripheral vision and disappear. You feel the sharp tug at your scalp almost immediately. And he drags you by the scalp right before his own face.
"There has to be something that's wrong with you so why don't you try explaining to me, maybe we can fix it together " your scalp burns, his grip is surely on the verge of pulling some hair out if it hasn't already. You don't get whats gotten into him all of the sudden. Why did he kiss you so randomly, sure he would never ask before kissing you usually but it was never that harsh, that forceful. You try to lean back, get away from him.
"Let me go, what the hell are you doing" hands come up to take aerions hands away but hes too frustrated. His grip just tightens harder on your scalp and before you can even process it your forehead is hurting.
Your ears are ringing and you see nothing for a few seconds, you're blinking hard trying to recover your vision clearly, its blurry for a second and your forehead feels warm. You can feel something trickling down your face. Aerion lets you recover for a second before hes tugging at your sore scalp again, bringing you right up to him once more.
His eyes dart to your wooden coffee table you had just bought not even a week ago and yours follow. The dark wood has a hint of liquid on the surface, its obvious to you now whats dripping down your face. Your scalp is sore, your head is pounding and you're bleeding. Still aerion won't let go, tears are welling up in your eyes now and aerions frown is still there. He looks the closest you can imagine a spoiled child's expression is when not given the toy that was desired for Christmas.
"Wheres the bedroom?", he says like everything's normal, the same tone he had at dinner. You don't respond, you don't know what to do. Everything was happening too quick, too fast and too sudden for you. What had you done for aerion to do this to you. You don't want to tell him, somewhere in the back of your mind you knew what would happen next so you stayed quiet.
"Its either the bedroom or the floor" aerion says matter-of-factly, he can see the panic in your eyes your mind is trying to figure out what to say. Anything to help your case but you know as well as he does that its pointless. And yet you still don't answer, hes visibly irritated at this point.
The second time your head hits the wood you know what is happening, the impact stings just as bad as the first time, hurts even worse.
"C'mon tell me already", aerion rolls his eyes when you start sobbing. This time you do listen though right before he can slam your head into the wooden table again you point to the direction.
Aerion lets your hair go, and you realize just how tight his grip was. It had taken out some hairs and you could still feel it. You watch him walk to your bedroom, the doors open— you usually leave it open for yourself.
"Cute bedroom too, wow" you hear faintly. You sit there, bleeding and bruised; you look a mess and you know it. Minutes pass by and aerion steps out your bedroom again, he has a frown on his face again. Maybe he wanted you to follow him but you cant seem to get your legs to work.
He strides slowly to you, his hands coming into your vision again and you flinch— that earns you a tight slap that's definitely leaving a mark. He has his grip in your hair again but this time he's lifting you up. That earns a yelp from you, aerion just ignores you continues to lift you up and once you are almost on your feet he lets go completely, you hit the floor with a thud and he lets you sit up yourself before gripping your hair and dragging your screaming self; who wont stop hitting his arm despite knowing its useless.
You really are troublesome he thinks. If he wasn't more of a determined man he would have left a long time ago, but no he lets you get your fight out as he throws you on your own bed. This time the slap lands on the other side of your face. You look such a mess but you're pretty like this. He's trying to get your shirt off you, you should thank him really, hes trying to make this easy for you. Less humiliating really.
Somehow someway you land a hit on him, and its on his face. Everything stops for a few seconds, you even stop fighting back and aerion looks at you like you just killed the new puppy his father got him for his birthday. The punch that lands on your nose feels like its broken it, you know you're bleeding from there immediately, the pain that follows is unbearable and aerion doesn't stop at one. No, he lands a few just for good measure. You're wailing at this point, everything hurts, just so incredibly bad.
"Shut up", aerion says going to remove your shirt with ease now that you've finally given up, it really did take you too long to. He didn't want to break your pretty nose, or bloody up your pretty face. You really just had left him no choice and you had to go hit him as well. Your shirt is tossed aside your head on the bed, aerion marveling at your almost bare torso.
"I don't get it. You doll yourself up, wear the prettiest clothes, and you don't want to be fucked? You're lying. ", his hands go to grip both of your tits in his hands, giving a kiss to either one.
He can hear your weak "no"'s but it just doesn't add up in his mind. He doesn't bother to undo your bra just pushes it down to see your tits fully. He moves on to take the rest of your clothes off, as well as his. He wants to be comfortable after all.
You don't want to look at him, any of him. You can hear him take his clothes off, you know whats coming next. You don't want to see it, you feel like throwing up when he touches your legs, and you try to close them. That earns you a pinch and slap to your left thigh, the next time he opens them you don't try to close them. Aerion's already aligning his cock with the entrance of you cunt, you can feel it. You realize he hasn't even tried to prep you, and then you feel already worse (somehow) than you have been feeling.
It hurts, hurts so so much and aerion is pushing it in immediately. You hear a groan coming from him, facing away from him you let out more tears. Your nose is bleeding and you can taste it now, the way the liquid trickles down slowly into your mouth but you can't seem to care. It's all tuned out, your body rocks and you let it, aerion is saying things but you can't seem to hear them. You try to make your mind wander anywhere else— trying to imagine some soothing place but it hurts too much, your head hurts too much.
It seems like an eternity before your body has stopped moving and you feel it, the disgusting sticky feeling of something pooling inside of you. You know hes cum inside, why wouldn't he, there's nothing to stop him from doing it. Aerion flops his sweaty, gross body on top of yours and your hands finally work— they push him off of you and he rolls to the side and lets out a sigh.
"Are the blankets in the closet?" he asks after a few minutes pass and you give no response in return. It's fine aerion thinks to himself, you'll come around eventually; they always do.
waking up disoriented being raped in your sleep by your extremely safe-pitiful-divorced cop-people pleaser-roommate! peter prior who definitely hasn’t been a creep since day one on the down low and is absolutely obsessed with you and can’t stomach the idea of you leaving him like everyone else
all the while he’s not even fucking you that hard, no he’s all slow strokes making sure you cum your brains out while covering you in kisses and whispering soft apologies in your ear whilst holding you down and making sure you give in and understand he’s just doing it for your own good
Peter prior soft pliant cutest baby that waits on you hand and foot because he has a crush on you and then one day just snaps because a man can handle only so much
