vile, vile man
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Your heels clack on the ground as you walk fast, nervousness filling your heart. You drop your books when the footsteps get louder, starting to run. You run down a sharp corner, breath catching in your throat the second you come face to face with a dead end. You don't dare turn around, feeling his presence behind you.
You can practically imagine his smug smile and those gleaming eyes full of condescension. His hands press in your hips, groping the soft flesh harshly. The next thing you know you're in his room.
Tiberius lets out a low, satisfied growl as you give in and let him bury his face in your chest. His hands slide back up to your ass, gripping it possessively. He grinds his thigh against your heat, trying to find some friction.
His lips move over your chest, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses up your neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind your ear, his fingers digging into your skin. "You smell amazing.." he mutters against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
His mouth latches onto your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. He moves lower, trailing hot, wet kisses down your collarbone, your hands moving to grip his hair, burying itself in the soft locks. His thigh presses harder against your core, creating delicious friction. He lets out a low groan against your skin, his fingers flexing possessively on your ass.
"You taste even better.." he breaths, his voice rough and raw with desire. He moves lower, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingers grazing the soft skin of your stomach. He pushes the fabric up, exposing more skin to his touch. He moves lower again, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your chest.
His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down bit by bit. He's painfully slow, his movements filled with calculated possessiveness. "Let me have you, doll.." he breathes against your skin, his fingers trailing lower. Tiberius lets out a low, primal growl as you whisper an affirmative. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down with a swiftness that surprises you. His hands grab your hips, fingers digging into the skin as he manhandles you onto your back. He spreads your legs, pressing himself between them.
His face is level with your most intimate parts, his hands keeping your legs spread. He lets out a breath, his voice rough and hoarse as he takes in the sight. "You're... beautiful.." he breathes. His eyes rake over your exposed body, drinking in every inch of you. His hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs even further. He lets out a low, raspy groan, his fingers grazing over the softness of your inner thighs. His eyes stay locked between your legs, his fingers inching closer to your center.
His hands come to rest on your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He leans forward, his face coming closer to your core. He lets out a hot breath, the sensation against your sensitive flesh sending shivers down your spine. Tiberius's hands grip your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. He lets out a low, hoarse moan as he inhales your scent. His tongue flicks out, grazing your clit. You let out a gasp, your hands automatically flying to his hair. He takes that as a cue, his tongue swirling around your clit. He lets out another low groan, the vibration adding to the sensation.
His hands slide under your ass, tilting your hips up, giving him better access. He dips his tongue lower, sliding itInto your heat, the warm wetness of it leaving you gasping. He gives a few slow, lazy circles with his tongue, savoring your taste. His hands grip your ass even tighter, pulling you even closer to his face. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending shivers through your body. "You're so... wet." he murmurs against your skin, his words husky and thick with desire.
He laps at your clit like it's candy, alternating between circles and flicks. His tongue is relentless, driving You to the edge, the pressure building with each flick and stroke. Your hands grip his hair tighter, fingernails raking against his scalp.
Your moans and gasps fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives Tiberius wild. He groans against your clit, the sound reverberating against your sensitive flesh. He sucks and swirls, his tongue working you with a level of expertise that leaves you spiraling.
His fingers dig into your hip, his grip punishingly tight. He pushes one finger into you, the sudden invasion making you gasp. He slides it into your wetness, spreading you open, preparing you for More. He pumps it in and out of you, his finger long and skilled. He adds another, the stretch slightly uncomfortable but still pleasurable. He presses them against your front wall, searching for that sweet spot.
You buck your hips, begging for more, and he gladly obliges. He adds a third finger, the stretch slightly painful now, but the pleasure outweighs it. He pumps his fingers into your dripping pussy, the sound of wet squelching filling The room. Your hands grip his hair even tighter, your nails digging into his scalp.
His mouth and fingers work in tandem, driving you towards the edge. He sucks and licks and pumps, his hands and mouth working you with a ruthless efficiency.
Pleasure pools in your belly, a coiled tight knot of heat and pressure that's ready to explode. You can't speak, can only gasp and moan, your body taut and tense, ready to snap.
Tiberius seems to sense your nearing her peak, his fingers pumping into you with a newfound urgency. He sucks at your clit, rougher than before, trying to push you over the edge. His free hand comes up, his thumb finding your clit. He rubs it in quick, relentless circles, adding to the overwhelming sensation. He moans against your clit, the vibrations sending jolt after jolt through your body.
“Come for me, baby," he growls, his fingers curling inside you, finding that sweet spot that drives you wild. You're close, so close, the pressure building to an agonizing peak. You can feel your inner muscles clenching around his fingers, your body begging for release. He doubles his efforts, his fingers pumping into you with a bruising force, his mouth still working your clit. His thumb never stops its relentless circles, the pressure building and building until you feel you're on the verge of madness.
“Please," you whine, breathless, your fists clenched in his hair. “Please, please, oh god, please… “.
He doesn't let up, only increases the speed and roughness of his fingers pumping into you. Every time he bottoms out, he puts pressure on your front wall, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars.
His mouth is relentless, alternating between sucking and lapping at your clit. His tongue flicks over your clit, circling and swirling before going back to sucking. His thumb never relents in its quick, unyielding circles. He sucks harder, rougher, the pressure building to a fever pitch, and you feel like you're about to snap.
You're a mess, a sweaty, shaking wreck. You can barely speak. The only sounds you can make are moans and whimpers and pleas And then you're falling, tumbling down into sweet release. You're pussy clenches hard around his fingers, your thighs quivering, your back arching off the bed. You cry out, his name spilling from your lips gasping and moaned.
He eases his fingers out of you, his mouth detaching from your clit. He places soft kisses along the insides of your thighs, then sits up, licking his fingers. His eyes are dark as they rake over you, his mouth curled up in a smug smirk as he takes in your wrecked form. You're a limp mess, sprawled out on the bed. Your chest heaves, your face flushed. Your legs are still shaking, and you feel like you're floating on air.
Tiberius stands between your legs, his eyes dark and possessive as he towers over you. He reaches out, fingers grazing your cheek. Your cheeks, rosy from pleasure and exertion.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “You're so beautifully debauched right now". You can only respond with a weak moan, your body too weak, too pleasure-drunk to formulate words.
He climbs onto the bed, settling between your legs. He cups your face, his eyes scanning your features, taking in the aftermath of your pleasure. His hands slide down to your hips, grip possessively tight. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, nails scraping against skin. He leans down, bracing himself on his forearms, his body pressing against yours.
His face is mere inches away, his eyes locked onto yours. He lowers his head, his lips grazing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “You're mine,” he breathes, his voice a rough, hoarse whisper.He tugs his pants, lining and pushing in your entrance. You can only gasp, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He hisses through his teeth as he slides into you, stretching your walls. He's big, bigger than his fingers.
He lets out a low, hoarse groan, his head falling to the crook of your neck. He slides all the way in, and you let out a low whine. “So tight,” he grunts, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. "So good." He pulls back, almost all the way out. He pauses, letting you adjust to his size, then slams back in, filling you up once more.
He keeps a steady pace, his hips snapping into yours with a rough, bruising force. His hands grip your hips, fingertips digging into your skin. His mouth finds your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he sucks and bites. He pulls back, his arms wrapping around you, pulling your upper body against his chest.
"Look at me," he demands. Your eyes fly open, meeting his gaze. Your hands go to his shoulders, fingers clutching the fabric of his expensive shirt. He holds eye contact as he slides in and out of you, his eyes dark, domineering. His grip on your hip is vice-like, possessiveness and dominance evident in the way he manhandles you, manipulating your body to his will.
His other hand slides into your hair, fingers gripping the locks. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck to him. He ducks his head, his lips finding your neck. He sucks and sucks, making his mark. His hips never slow down.You grip his shoulders helplessly, your body completely under his control. He's in control of your every movement, your every sound. His mouth is relentless on your neck, marking you. He's claiming you.
“You're mine,” he breathes against your skin, his voice harsh and thick. “Mine, mine, mine." His fingers curl in your hair tighter, possessiveness and obsession evident in his grip. He's taking what's his, marking you as his.
His hips snap into yours, each thrust rough and forceful. You can feel him everywhere, can't escape him. "Mine," he growls possessively against your skin, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Completely mine." His grip on your hips tightens, nails digging into your skin. Every thrust drives you further and further into the mattress, the roughness of the movement driving you wild. He's in total control, and you're at his mercy.
His mouth is hot against your neck, his teeth nipping at your flesh. He's marking you, claiming you as his own. He owns every inch of you, and there's no getting away. He's all-consuming, overwhelming.
"You're my pretty little doll, and you'll do whatever I say," he rasps, his words a command.His hand in your hair grows tighter, nearly painful. Your hips will be bruised in the morning, a mark of his possession. His movements become rougher, more insistent. Your head is spinning, your senses overwhelmed.
He's everywhere, his hands, his body, his scent, his voice. He's taking up all the space, leaving no room for anything else. He owns you entirely. “You’re mine,” he breathes into your neck, a low, raw, possessive growl that leaves no room for doubt. "Completely mine."
His hips stutter, signalling his incoming release. You clench around him purposefully, and then he's filling you up. He stiffens against you, a hoarse growl escaping his lips. His fingers dig into your skin, his body going rigid. He lets out a low curse. He finally slows to a stop, panting into your neck, his heart pounding against your chest.
His grip on you relaxes slightly, but he doesn't move away. He remains like that for a moment, as if trying to catch his breath or let the room stop spinning.
He finally moves, easing himself off you and settling beside you. He pulls you to his side, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. His fingers trace patterns on your bare skin, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“You okay?” he asks gruffly, his voice betraying a shred of concern. You nod, your body still thrumming with pleasure. You curl into him, nestling your face into his chest. His heart is still racing, his chest rising and falling with each deep, heavy breath.
His fingers continue to trace patterns on your skin, now making lazy circles around your hip.He's uncharacteristically silent, his mind seemingly occupied with something. His fingers still roam your skin, his touch almost absentminded.
Finally, he speaks. “You're bruised,” he states gruffly, his fingers ghosting over the hickeys now blooming on your neck. Your fingers trace over the marks, wincing slightly when you touch one of the larger ones. He watches you quietly, his expression unreadable.
"Doesn't hurt," you mumble, still a little breathless. "Much*. His expression remains neutral, but his fingers continue to brush over the marks almost tenderly.
“You're lying," he says stoically, his eyes locked on the hickeys. "You should put makeup on tomorrow. Go to sleep". He lets out a low hum, sensing your drowsiness. His hand still on your neck, his fingers rubbing smooth circles. His other arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to him. He rests his chin on the top your head, holding you against him possessively.
“Sleep,” he mutters into your hair. “You'll have a long day tomorrow.”
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hope you guys enjoyed that^°^ writing smut after a WHILEEE ugh I had sex with my boyfriend and just wrote that down but changed the characters