angry letting out the steam sex with pitfighter vi, shes super rough n uses you to get herself off n get all her frustration out
well yes!! thank you for reminding me! she’s all gritted teeth and raspy breaths, holding your face between her thighs as you kneel before her in the shower. it’s steamy - the shower and the sex, the way she fists a hand in your hair and rides out her pleasure on your face. you can’t pretend you don’t enjoy the roughness of her touch; you watch her from below with watery, lust-filled eyes, taking in every detail of her dirt-smeared face. every twitch of her brow, every roll of her eyes. when she comes, she pulls your hair so hard your scalp burns.
but she’s not entirely selfish, as no-nonsense as she is. after she’s had her own pleasure, she corners you up against the shower walls, face pressed against the cold, fractured tiles. your plush ass spread open for her, she stuffs your cunt full of her fingers, using her free hand to grip your hip and pull you backwards to meet her every thrust.
pit-fighting is exhausting, but so is a not-so-quickie with vi.
Whitsantos prompt idea: you know that's not normal
[very very brief allusion to a past ed but nothing in the present, also this is silly!]
'okay, how does this one look?'
you look up from your phone. this suit—the third she's tried on at this store, and the sixth overall—looks… pretty much like most of the other suits, except it's a deep green. she explained she's looking for something oversized yet tailored, and then said body tea but professional, you know? and you'd nodded despite the fact that no, you actually have no idea what that means.
'you look hot,' you say, because it's been hours of this, and those must be the magic words because she twirls a little in front of the trifold mirror. 'brings out your eyes.'
'aw, thanks.' she grins, genuinely touched for just a moment. 'i think this is the one.'
you refrain from muttering thank god because that would probably make her leave you at the mall or make you clean her bathroom or something; instead you just give what you hope seems like an enthusiastic thumbs up. you follow behind her as she pays and takes the garment bag.
'let's get a pretzel,' she suggests, leading the way to down a corridor. 'wait,' she says, turning toward you with wide eyes. 'have you ever had a mall pretzel?'
you haven't, because there were maybe three boutiques, one thift store, and a dollar general in broken bow in addition to the feed stores—certainly no mall. in undergrad and the past few years of medical school, you didn't really have reason and you definitely didn't have money to go spend hours buying a suit at the mall, especially one nice enough that they put it in a garment bag. you shake your head no.
'oh, you're in for a treat. we'll get a sweet and a savory. they're disgusting, i love them.'
'sounds contradictory but okay.'
'you'll see, don't worry. i didn't eat for, like, years in high school, but i would always go for auntie anne's.'
'that's… not normal.'
you follow her until you're standing in a moderately long line. 'don't make a big deal out of it. i'm fine.'
you wonder if she means she's been through recovery or if she's "fine" in the way she's also fine about other things in her past, which is to say mostly functional day to day and very good at work the majority of the time, but also mean when she doesn't need to be, unable to sleep well most nights, in a situationship that sucks, and kind of a mess overall.
however, she seems currently quite happy about the pretzel situation and orders two pretzels along with one side dipping cheese and another of some kind of icing, and you watch the employees make more pretzels with rapid fire speed, folding the dough. they're definitely high schoolers or college kids so you think it's a cool skill, honestly.
she motions to you to collect your order since she has her purse and garment bag , and she heads toward a bench a little further away instead of the sticky-looking tables in front of the store.
'better people watching,' she explains, sitting down and setting aside her things.
the pretzels are, in fact, both delicious and off-putting at the same time, but you get it because you're happy to finish both of them with her.
'why are you so stressed about this conference?' you ask, halfway through the cinnamon sugar pretzel. 'i thought you had no intention to do anything with peds.'
'i'm not stressed. and i don't have any intention to do anything with peds.'
you raise a brow. 'you're really good with kids. you could do a fellowship.'
trinity groans.
you shrug. 'just saying.'
'whatever. anyway, i'm not stressed.' she rips off a large piece of the salted pretzel and dunks it angrily in the cheese.
'sure.'
she rolls her eyes mid-chew. 'fine. one of my exes from med school is going to be there. i saw their poster on the app when i registered.'
'ah.'
she grimaces. 'yeah.'
'well, how did it end? like, are you nervous to see them again because you still have feelings, or was it a bad breakup and we hate them?' when she doesn't answer right away, you decide to really go out on a limb: 'oh my god, were you the problem?'
'never in my life have i been the problem in a relationship. not once.'
you wait for a few moments to see if she's going to laugh, and, thankfully, she does, so you can join in. 'yeah, you're totally great at being forthcoming with your feelings.'
'shut up.'
'see? case in point.'
'ugh. whatever. it's just that i was admittedly kind of an asshole—'
'—kind of?—'
'—yes, kind of. and they're also just… still very hot.'
'do you follow them on instagram?'
'i… okay, well, they have a public profile and they never blocked me, so…'
'trinity, i'm so sorry, but this is making my day.'
she throws a napkin at you. 'the real problem is that i need to focus when i'm there. i have my poster and people will hopefully ask good questions; it's good networking.'
'for your future fellowship in peds, totally.'
'fuck off.'
'i'm just saying…'
'in general, it's good networking, idiot.'
'and if you're not in a good suit, you won't be able to focus?'
'well, i have to look hot too, obviously.'
you collect the trash from your pretzels into the bag, and then get up to throw it away while she situates the garment bag over her arm. 'you will,' you reassure.
'like you could even gauge.'
'okay, you can objectively recognize when a man is hot, trinity.'
'if i have to. under absolute duress.'
'just take the compliment.' you walk beside her as you head out to the car. the parking lot is huge and it takes a few zigzags and her setting off her alarm before you find it, but you get there eventually.
'anyway,' she says, situating the music and waze before she backs out of the spot carefully, 'this was a great mall trip, actually. now you've experienced a seminal and vital part of being a teenage girl.'
'being bored?'
she puts her sunglasses on. 'talking shit about an ex while you eat a pretzel and people watch, obviously. it has to be earned sometimes. although, next time we should go see a terrible movie after.' she fiddles with the music at a red light, and then puts on a pop 2010s playlist that makes you laugh. 'on theme, okay? just go with it.'
'alright,' you say, and she rolls the windows down and takes the side streets instead of the freeway. she knows every word to gaga and ke$ha and aly & aj, and you feel a sudden, genuine thankfulness that she's in your life. she makes your world bigger.
when you get home and settle in, she hangs the garment bag in the coat closet.
'you're gonna do great. and your ex is going to be so jealous.'
i was falling asleep on the bus and i literally woke with a jolt when i thought about…. predator play w werewolf liam…. him chasing you through the woods in the dark. pls..
sigh i love you bc u match my freak so bad…been sitting on the predator!play thought for a little while… 🚬
i need that man to chase me through the woods and then stalk and prowl around me when i think i’ve escaped but he’s actually watching you from the shadows 💜 werewolf!liam loves knowing how much power he has over you, even though he loves you and wants to keep you safe…the other half of him just wants to pin you down and claim you. he prolongs the chase as well (i’m literally behind my phone cheesing as i type this) by deliberately hiding in the tall grass to make u think you’ve won…cuz ur just so cute and naive it makes him want to ruin you!! he never “attacks” you from the front either…he’ll pin you down by tackling you from behind, pressing your cheek against the ground while the other pins ur hands behind ur back…and he just can’t help himself while you squirm underneath him, all helpless and cute!! can u really blame him when he starts ripping off ur cute little panties and fucking u right then and there?? after he’s fucked you into overstimulation, he helps clean you up and then carries u back home while kissing and smothering u x
