Imagine being captured by Bo alongside Carly. After he glues her mouth shut, you’re afraid he’s going to do the same to you. So you’re really surprised when he pulls out a bottle of lube and fingers you instead.
“Sorry,” your captor said, clearly enjoying himself as he took note of your expression.
“Just trying you out,” he continued, slipping in another digit. Bo pressed his thumb against your clit and widened his smile when you jerked your hips back. “Yeah, I think Vince is gonna like you…”
macro/micro, all m/m, nsft, noncon, ownership, objectification
A man meets someone at a punk show with some unique (and unwilling) piercing jewelry.
He was a little embarrassed about it. Whole basement full of people in t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, cargo shorts, understated glasses, natural-color hair, normal, ordinary, perfectly attractive people, and here he was stealing glances at Mr. Hot Topic. Like a time traveler from 2005. Like a kid’s show’s idea of a punk rocker. But fuck if the eye shadow wasn’t doing something for him.
Bo leaned over to Mickey. “Billie Joe Armstrong over there,” he shouted. Might as well be whispering, the band was so loud. This was why he didn’t go to punk shows.
Mickey laughed. “Gerard Way over there?”
“Yeah, yeah, Pete Wentz over there. You know these people. He into dudes?”
He shrugged. “Fucking look at him. If he’s not bi, I’ll eat my socks.”
While the bands switched over, Bo approached him with a beer. He was sweaty from moshing, his dye-fried hair tussled, and very glad for the beverage. The guy was a few inches shorter than Bo, chubbier. His tattoos were numerous and seemed mostly DIY, and Bo was pretty sure he caught a glance of nipple piercing when his shirt settled just right.
“You’re pretty hardcore, man,” he opened. “No way you don’t have a band, right?”
He laughed. “Aw, I’m kind of in-between right now. Why, you trying to start something?”
“Well, I wanna start something .” Bo rose his brows.
He looked him up and down and licked his lips. “Teddy,” he said.
“Bo.”
They shook hands.
The shed in the backyard was unlocked. Bo slammed him against one decaying wood wall, between a scrap metal shelf and a lawnmower, and a shower of dust rained on them. Tongues in mouths immediately. Fuck yes, a tongue piercing. The next band was starting up, he could hear them muffled through the wall. Grimy, throbbing, loud. That would make a nice soundtrack.
Against his tongue, something… moved? Did Teddy’s tongue piercing just move?
Bo pulled back. It was way too dark in here to see anything but the outlines of his face. The slightest shadow betrayed his frown. “Um, I think your piercing, um-”
“Oh!” He laughed. “Fuck, sorry, I forgot. Hold on.” Teddy took his phone out and shone the flashlight into his mouth.
“Oh, shit!”
There was a guy in there. In his tongue. Some sort of plate encircled his chest, keeping him in place. His arms were spread out over the tongue’s surface. Couldn’t have been taller than an inch. Teddy flipped his tongue up to show off his little legs, kicking frantically. He was nude, except for the hardware.
Teddy flicked off his phone light and Bo stuttered weakly. He wanted a better look, he wanted to figure out that mechanics of that whole thing. Was it clamped on? Screwed? Who agreed to do that? Why was there a tiny guy?
“Bandmate,” Teddy said, as if that explained anything. “That’s why we broke up. There was some weird electrical incident during practice while I was on a smoke break. I like to keep an eye on ‘em.”
“And they’re cool with that?”
He cackled. “Absolutely not!”
Bo slipped his hand up Teddy’s shirt. His “nipple piercings” were soft and warm and wiggled at his touch. It felt like these two were strapped lengthwise along barbells. Cuffed at the wrists and ankles, maybe?
“Here’s a fun game,” Teddy said. “See if you can make them all come.”
“And what’s the prize?”
“I’ll suck your fucking dick, Bo, obviously.”
He smiled. That was fair.
Kissing first, then. Bo lapped at the tiny man’s chest. He imagined him sputtering and shouting. Couldn’t actually hear anything over the music. Of course, it didn’t take much to drown out a voice that small.
He paused. “Who is he, anyways?”
“Rich. He was tryna get us to call him Dragon, though. Drummer.”
“He’s in your mouth, and he’s not the vocalist?”
Teddy laughed. “You’ll get there.”
His tongue returned and slipped down underneath. The man tried to kick his legs against him to keep his tongue away just a little bit longer, so Bo twisted it vertically and slid in between. He pressed up hard and dragged back slow, rocked his tongue back and forth, grinded against him. If he really focused he could taste it… the musk, the sweat. He must be sweating nonstop in there, far more humid than any sauna. Bo flicked his tongue against the tiny sack. With the smallest bit of pressure, his tongue could press in and envelope his entire package. He wiggled it until he felt the whole body stiffen, and then the littlest hint of salt.
Bo pulled back. Saliva dribbled down his chin. “That was hot,” he panted.
“Don’t stop now,” Teddy teased back.
He pushed his shirt up and slicked his inner lip against Teddy’s solid, wrinkled nipple. His piercing strained against the contact.
Teddy gasped and sighed. “That’s Al. Bassist. But I just call him lefty now.”
Bo could slide him out to one side. He kissed his lower half and felt the nub of his straining cock poking between his lips. Could just barely hear him yell… Not sure if it was a scream of pleasure or resistance, but both ideas were getting him hard. He was so little, he couldn’t even penetrate halfway through Bo’s pursed lips. Bo half-sucked half-kissed on him. The tiny man awkwardly tried to hump back and he smiled. “I think lefty’s liking this,” he muttered.
Teddy laughed. “Oh, are you being a good toy, Al? You being a sweetie?”
Bo smiled and gave his nipple another kiss. He tasted cum.
He wondered if they’d all wind up obedient and eager one day, like this one seemed to be becoming. Maybe it was just too overwhelming. The smell, the taste, the feeling of his flesh encircling them. They were almost part of his body. It had to be maddening.
“Good boy,” Bo whispered. He heard a squeak in response.
He brought his hand to Teddy’s right nipple. Righty had a lot more fight in him. Bo leaned in and brought his ear up. God, he was screaming, but he couldn’t begin to make it out. It sounded a bit more like desperate begging than anger, he thought. Bo spat on him and brought his ear back, right up to him, then pinched the piercing longways and wiggled him back and forth so the saliva worked its way between him and the interior of the nipple keeping him captive. His shouting devolved into humiliating, uncontrolled noises, and finally a long moan and quiet panting.
“Your vocalist’s got lungs,” Bo muttered.
Teddy laughed. “Nah, Grant was lead guitar.”
He frowned. “You’re vocalist?”
“Nope. Keyboard. Still gotta make the vocalist cum.”
Bo’s fingers trailed down to his belly button. Empty.
“C’mon, dude, you being dense?”
His eyebrows twitched. Oh. Duh.
Bo reached down and slowly, carefully unzipped Teddy’s jeans. He tugged down his underwear, that smooth-textured mesh kind, and felt up his cock. On the short side, with a nice thickness and shockingly soft skin. And there on the very tip, one last tiny body. Prince Albert style, ankles and wrists cuffed together by a strict straight piece of metal, coated completely in pre.
“Fuck,” Bo whispered. “Lemme see.”
“Go ahead.”
He got down on his haunches and turned on his phone flash. God, the little guy was soaked . Long hair flattened against him, thick liquid coating his whole body. He looked right into Bo’s eyes and even at his tiny, tiny size his expression was clear. Contempt. And exhaustion.
Bo took his sweet time looking at him. The erection must have been constricting him even further, what did that feel like? To be so directly at the mercy of another man’s libido? When Teddy came… when he pissed …
He leaned in and slowly licked up his shaft, taking his sweet, sweet time dragging the very tip of his tongue up the man’s body. Teddy moaned, and even more pre bubbled up around the man. He sputtered and gagged.
“Frontman gets front stage,” Bo muttered.
“Now you’re getting it.”
He turned off his phone and stood back up. Before Teddy could argue, Bo pulled out his dick. With a hand, he carefully pressed their heads together. Fuck. God, fuck, it was incredible feeling the little man against him. The prisoner. He was like an insect compared to a of couple dudes fucking in a stranger’s garden shed.
Bo jacked them both off, tip to tip, the little piece of jewelry smashed in the center of them. “Jesus,” he hissed. “It’s so fucking hot, Teddy, they live in you.”
“It’s all I think about,” he panted. “He feels every twitch in my cock. They-they feel everything.”
“They should worship you.”
Teddy moaned and spurted over his hand, his cock, and no doubt half-drowned his prisoner. “Oh, fuck. Shit. Sorry, I─ Jesus, you got me hot.”
“Please suck me off,” he muttered.
“Yeah, dude. Yeah, yeah.” Teddy got down on his knees and licked up Bo’s shaft and oh god, he nearly forgot about the tiny in there. His arms fruitlessly fought off the tide of his flesh, and when Teddy took him in and pumped in and out he flailed to find any stability at all. “Are you jealous?” Teddy asked.
“God, yes.”
“You’d like some too, wouldn’t you?” He brought his tongue up and expertly slid the upper half of the little body down Bo’s slit. Oh, god, all those tiny movements suddenly dancing around inside of his cock.
Bo gasped and grabbed at his hair. “Yes!”
“I could… set up another accident. Maybe some of your friends. Or a hookup.”
“Please, please. Let’s be gods, Teddy.”
“You’d really be willing to do that? To another human being?”
“Yes!!” he squealed.
Teddy chuckled. “Good to know. I actually was thinking about a navel piercing.”
Bo froze. “Wait─” he muttered, but Teddy had already gone back to sucking him off, even more vigorously. He tried shoving him off and his hands faltered, his collar slipped over his shoulder, his pants slipped down. “Wait, Teddy─” he whimpered, and his voice was already so much smaller. Teddy bent over further and further down until he had to scoop Bo up, letting his shirt fall to the ground. Sitting in his hands, he was handheld. And the tongue, it was just so overwhelming. Bo couldn’t manage to get any sort of grip to push it off, just a helpless victim to its pressure. He came into Teddy’s wide-open mouth, assaulting him with awful humid air, and he could feel it, he could tell it could easily fit him in by now. Bo scrambled desperately away, but to where? There was palm on every side of him, and an awful fall past that.
Light blinded him and the surface he laid on tipped around as his new owner inspected him. “But maybe a scrotal piercing would be better… How ‘bout a trial run?” The light flicked off. His world turned and tumbled Bo went into a rapid free-fall. He hit some tense fabric, trampoline-like, and that shifted too until he was pressed up against bumpy, musky skin, squashed directly underneath his sack. “See how you like it, hardware,” Teddy called down. “Not like you’ll have much choice.”
i'm a simple man, sometimes i want to see whitney being brutally raped in the ubrothel, other times i want to see him raping certain pcs of mine or beating them up until they're pulp. most of the time though i'm both
You made sure you weren't late this time. In fact, you had arrived several minutes before 7 A.M. and stood outside of Emperor Belos' study until you needed to go in, desperately trying to keep last night's events out of your mind. It was harder than you thought as your nether regions began to tingle with the edge of the memory threatening to shove itself into the forefront.
"Calm down," you growled under your breath. "It's not going to happen again and he doesn't know about last night..."
With a deep inhale, you entered the dim study to find him, not at his desk this time, but standing in front of his bookcase reading, shrouded in shadows. His hair was down once more but you didn't see the antlers of his mask above his head. You froze at first, feeling your heart slam against your chest as the memories tried to push forward but you shook your head clear. Steeling yourself, you cleared your throat.
"Good morning, Emperor Belos, I have your schedule for the day."
You nearly flinched at the sound of the book snapping shut. He didn't move from his spot but turned his head slightly, enough for you to see the glow of his blue eyes. The door closed behind you once more with a soft "click" and you did your best to ignore it.
"Good morning, Y/N. You may continue."
His tone was soft and pleasant which you found helped immensely. You turned your attention to the tablet in your hands.
"W-Well..." you started. "Aside from breakfast and lunch, you have this morning free until 3 when you have a meeting with the Coven Heads to unveil your latest project. At 4, you have a meeting with several town leaders to discuss the upcoming Coven Day parade..."
After listing off several other items he had to attend to, you took the tablet and set it on his desk. Belos had not said a word past an affirmative hum to acknowledge the tasks. Once you were sure that you finished Kikimora's duty, you tensed up some, hands behind your back.
"Is there... anything else I can assist you with before I take my leave, Sire?"
He let out a soft chuckle which surprised you.
"No, I don't need any assistance, however," he held out a hand and snapped his fingers. Without warning, you caught movement around your feet and red-clawed arms reached out under you, snatching your legs and forcing you to your knees. You yelped, catching yourself on your hands. "It seems your punishment last night was not enough. I have to say I'm disappointed in you."
You stared at the floor, face reddening heavily. There had never been a time you were more grateful for your mask and hood than now. His form circled you.
"W-What do you mean, Sire? I-I showed up on time!"
"Yes, you did. However, this is a separate issue. Are you going to deny running off to your room after your punishment?" he scoffed. "I thought being tardy was enough, but neglecting your duties as well? All for what?"
Your eyes widened and your hands curled into fists against the floor. How did he know...?
"I-I didn't have anything important to tend to so..."
"Is that right?"
"Y-Yes, Emperor Belos... A-Anything that was left was already done by the time I-I... got back..."
"I see. That does not excuse what you did after. Explain yourself."
Your body tensed up but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. You felt dizzy alone from how warm your face had become from thinking about what he was referring to. If you could, you would have closed your legs tightly due to the tingling getting worse.
"I-I don't know..."
"Fine. If you want to deny it, I don't mind telling you what I know."
Belos snapped his fingers again but instead of letting you go, you felt another hand make its way up your inner thigh, followed by another opposite of it. A third made its way up the back of one of your legs only to cup itself against your sex. You let out a heavy gasp as it began rubbing against such an already overly sensitive area.
"After your punishment, you went straight to your room. True, you were stopped by your fellow guards and told what needed to be done was finished but you didn't change your plans," he continued to circle you and you felt his eyes on you the entire time. You tried your best to hold any noises in by biting your lip but could not help the small, muffled grunts that slipped out. The hand between your legs was making it extremely hard to think. The ones caressing your thighs weren't helping either. "You went into your room and hadn't bothered removing your uniform as you lay on your bed. You must be thankful that you have a room to yourself and not a bunk like the lower-leveled guards, hm? Or else what you did next would have been quite embarrassing if you were caught..."
The next thing you knew, his voice was in your ear.
"... Considering you called out for me several times while you were "entertaining" yourself and thinking back to your punishment, what I did to you..."
A jolt went up your spine. Your face couldn't get any redder and you felt as if you were on the verge of passing out. The fingers of the clawed hand between your leg were now trying to penetrate you through your clothes as they ground against you, causing you to flinch.
"H-How...?"
"I see everything, Y/N. I am not the Titan's messenger for nothing. Do you still wish to deny it?"
"I-I..." you panted. "I-I couldn't h-help it..."
"You couldn't?"
His voice held a tone of amusement.
"N-No..."
Belos let out a hum and you felt a hand grasp the back of your neck, forcing you upright and making you cry out. His free hand snaked its way around your side, up to the pin on your cloak, and released it, causing the material to fall away to reveal your black uniform underneath and what the clawed hands were doing to you. Once the cloak was discarded, his hand moved up to your mask and removed it. Your head lulled some at the cooler air on your feverish face, causing you to catch a glimpse of the man watching you from the side.
"S-Sire...!"
The clawed hand between your legs receded and Belos' free hand found its way under your tunic before delving into the waistband of your pants, the cold metal sliding across your skin and making your body buck with a loud gasp. His fingers brushed against your genitals, inadvertently sending you over the edge from the treatment you previously received. You clenched your teeth and eyes shut, trying and failing to make your release known. Belos removed his hand, holding it out in the dim light for you to see them glisten with your cum.
"You really can't help yourself, can you? What happened to the discipline my guards beat into you during your training?"
"I-I'm sorry, my Lord...!" you tried to say through the waves of euphoria that now rippled through your body. He uttered, shaking his head.
"Disgraceful," he scoffed then shoved you forward onto your hands once more. You lay there for a moment, your head swimming as you tried to pull yourself back to reality. "Looks like you're going to have to be retrained to control yourself. Regardless, it would be a shame to let you go to waste. Lucky for you, I do have the morning off..."
As you tried to comprehend what he said, you were suddenly pushed onto the floor by the center of your back and felt his weight being pressed against your hips. Chills fell over you as you felt his clothed erection against your backside. A mix of fear and excitement filled you as your hand found the edge of a rug and clenched it. Your mind grappled with the fact that the clawed hands still around your legs, keeping you on your knees, meant that he was planning this.
Shutting your eyes tightly, you couldn't help but monitor where his hand was. First, it caressed down your back, making its way to your side and under you to your stomach before making quick work of your uniform pants, pushing them down your thighs and exposing the wet, throbbing mess between your legs. The way his cloak fell around you made you realize he was leaning over you with his free hand propping him up on the floor nearby. The rustling of clothing followed and the next thing you felt was the tip of his cock at your entrance.
"Let me give you a real reason to scream my name," he breathed. Before you could object, Belos' hips thrust into you hard enough to knock the wind out of you and stretch you due to his larger size. Despite that, you were able to let out a scream and tried to push yourself up onto your palms only to be shoved down to the floor by your head. "Ah, ah. Stay. Don't move."
"E-Emperor Belos-!"
"So soon...? We've barely started..." Belos panted but you could almost hear the psychotic grin in his tone. You could feel his length sheathed within you, unable to tell if the throbbing you felt was from him or you. You weren't given time to allow your body to adjust to the addition when Belos pulled back only to start thrusting heavily into you, slow at first but quickly picking up speed. With one eye shut, you grit your teeth to try to endure the barrage and hold back from crying out, tears swelling in your eyes. A dark chuckle reached your ears. "Come now, you weren't shy about calling out for me last night..."
You couldn't respond, not without screaming out in the middle of it. Your mind was a jumbled mess already and any pain you first felt started to dull into an ache that was melding with pleasure that loosened your lips. It wasn't long before you were shamelessly moaning and crying out his name. You were not allowed to move, his hand pressing your head into the rug as he continued to thrust wildly into you like a man who didn't remember the last time he had sex.
"E-Emperor Belos! My Lord! S-Sire!" was all that could come out of your mouth during the ordeal, among other things you would be embarrassed to admit later, telling him how good it felt, how you wanted more, how you've wanted him to fuck you for a while regardless of whether or not it was true, etc. This only earned you amused chuckles or him complying with your asks "this time", cementing the idea that he was going to go through with his threat earlier.
You lost count of how many times you came, each time making you more sensitive and pushing you further into overstimulation. Just as your final release was on the horizon, Belos let out a snarl and began slamming himself into you.
"F-Fuck! Y/N...!" he hissed through his teeth. His hand released your head and his entire weight laid against you, arms wrapped tightly around you and trapping your own at your sides. Belos laid his head against yours, his grunts becoming more desperate until his hips stilled a handful of times before what felt like an explosion of heat pooled in your lower half. Somewhere between his final thrusts, you found your last release.
"E-Emperor Belos!"
-
You stood outside of his study, fully dressed and staring at the window, thinking about what had just transpired. Your entire body trembled at the thought that the emperor, yet again, used you to satisfy himself. You winced at the feeling of something seeping heavily out of your lower half, reminding you that you had something to take care of before anything else. As you made your way toward the barracks, you had to wonder what else he planned on doing to you in the coming days. You still had to meet with him that night.
What killed you more was the fact you could not say anything about this to anyone for fear of several reactions. You couldn't even tell the man "no". It's not like anyone would see you going through this as a bad thing so why would you complain about it? You'd be seen as bragging which could lead to having your ass beat out of jealousy. There were those who would want the position you have.
No, you thought. It's best that this is kept quiet...
Rating: Pg
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Mentioned Obadiah Stane
Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Canonical Character Death, Mind Control
Major Tags: Dark AU, Mind Stone, One-Sided Relationship, Dark Tony Stark, Slave Steve Rogers, Master/Slave, Iron Man 1 Canon Divergence, Drabble
Summery: Tony was so glad he found himself the Mind Stone, he now had everything he wanted. A prosperous empire, unwavering obedience from his subjects, and the devotion of the man whom he loved
For the cap-ironman Universe Medley, “Marvel Cinematic Universe” Month.
Fills prompt “Mind Stone” [B1] of the Medley’s Infinity Stone Bingo.
Read below or on AO3 >HERE<
You got nowhere in life, caring about right or wrong.
Obi was right. He smiles, thinking of his mentor, of the pride in the man's eyes as he killed him. More pride than his father ever showed him.
Tony sits on his throne, looking out over his empire through the floor to ceiling windows. He reaches out his hand. "Come," he beckons.
His pet rises from where he was seated, the beads and gems of his outfit chiming pleasantly as he walks over.
Steve sits by Tony's feet, resting his head against Tony's leg. His eyes, a lifeless yellow glow.
THE END
~~~
An alternate Universe where Obadiah decided to nurture his "Golden Goose" rather then kill him off.
Obadiah killed the Starks and raised Tony as his own. When powerful enough, Tony turned against Obadiah and killed him.
SHIELD had found the Tesseract. When Loki came through to conquer Earth, Tony (super powerful) managed to stop him (killing Loki), gaining possession of the Mind Stone.
Tony finds Steve while taking down Loki. Maybe in some other universe, where he was kinder and lighter, he could have made the man love him. But he knew the man wouldn't love him as he was. So he took him, using the Mind Stone to make Steve love him.
giant owner who’s been polite to you so far, kind of chatty, seems sweet tbh, maybe you can even convince them to let you out of this cage, maybe you can be proper friends, and then they come home on a Friday night crossfaded and silently tug their pants down and grab you out and rub themself with you moaning, slurring about how you’ll be the perfect little toy
Note: Cullen Moss also played Shoupe on OBX. Corrupt authority with pretty eyes. Anyway, sorry for neglecting the inbox. Going to try to finish some requests soon.
Imagine Gorman agreeing to stay away from Joan and Beth as long as he gets you.
I’m not sure why you even bothered asking me, you pretended to say, Dawn’s in charge of who boinks who around here.
He thumbed your tongue, which promptly retracted. A coquettish lick? Smile widening, Officer Gorman swooped in.
Her iron fist’s slackening, you continued. It was hard to shut your brain off. To just daydream while he performed all the cavity searches he wanted. Your thoughts refused to leave Grady Memorial Hospital. At least Gorman could only have his way here. No driving you to remote locations for backseat banging. Misuse of police equipment might still occur. Or not.
Dawn’d cream her well-ironed pants if she knew about Woodbury. (Happier times.)
As long as you complied, no handcuffs, right? If he tried dirty talk on a walkie-talkie, you’d seek him out in person. Beth and everyone else would find out you were Gorman’s... girl. Eventually. Comply, and he might agree to be discreet. Hickeys, other bruises; they could be hidden. A broken spirit couldn’t. Yours couldn’t. Not from Beth. Speaking of whom…
He was friendly to her, at first. Surely he won’t be too sadistic?
You shuddered. A wet thumb ceased rubbing itself against your nipple.
“Sensitive, huh?” Gorman straightened, a saliva strand linking your frown to his smirk. “Nipple-play’ll work just fine.”
“And titjobs?”
“And titjobs,” he affirmed.
Your heart lightened. It was sad that this hunger was the least horrific kind you’d faced since the outbreak.
Whatever you put me through, can’t there at least be orgasms?
“I- I’m good with my mouth. Or so I’ve been told.”
The leer told you that was the right thing to say. In this situation. He wasn’t a cherry hound. Maybe even liked his ladies experienced. But Officer Gorman wasn’t going to have any more ladies. Just you. You would make sure of that.
“I’ll be sure to return the favor.” He went in for another peck. It almost felt nice. The way your tongues meshed. His hot palms against your stiff peaks. Blood flowing to your extremities. Adrenaline as the result of anything other than the threat of being devoured alive.
But isn’t that what he’s doing, too?
At least he left his gear. This would be “vanilla.” Batons are for beating rotters, not beating off. You giggled. Coinciding with his high beam tweaking. Sure making them puffy. Hopefully, your chest would be the only sore thing. That day. You needed to be prepared for whatever perversions-
“God, I can’t wait to see you wriggle around on my cock.”
Then he burrowed his face in your valley. Thumbs still pinned on your caps.
At least he left his gear.
“Condoms.”
You knew even your __-cups couldn’t muffle his hearing. Yet he didn’t stop administering sloppy kisses and licks. Not until you ran a hand up and down his back. His face was flushed. Unnannoyed, though, because his thumb and forefingers continued pinching. Hard.
“Trojans are in short supply. Bareback’s out of the question… unless you want to give me a kid.”
Imagine opening a floodgate after unintentionally ingesting Alec’s semen.
So he didn’t get caught.
You’d been away from your cup long enough to let it cool. Cool enough for Alec to ejaculate, stir, and hop off back to his hiding spot. His eyes widened when you distractedly took a sip. Too busy checking your phone.
If he hadn’t just splooged, Alec would have nutted. Hard. The best part was that you were just a few yards away. After that, any indirect perversion…
….goes, he realized, leering at the thought of your caffeine- and spunk-coated throat. The next course of action was to masturbate with your panties. Clean and freshly worn.
He’d love to finish in a pair then have you wear them. Or, even better, flood your pussy, then make you wear them. No, Alec figured as he jacked harder, swiping another pair from the dryer. Even better would be if you gave them to him as a souvenir. Then let his seed flow freely down your thigh as you walked away in a cute, short dress. The intruder gave one final stroke, almost biting his tongue in bliss.
Time to fuck-off. You’d be down here soon to collect your clean laundry. Hopefully too adorably oblivious to notice the drying fluid on the side of your dryer.
But isn’t that part of the fun, almost getting caught?
