âmy sanctuary.â | abby saja
prompt: abbyâs supposed quick endeavor to escort souls for gwi-ma tests his resolve.
character: abby saja
warnings: sub bottom abby, dom top male reader, porn with some plot, public sex, quickie, slight dub-con, degradation, name-calling, blowjob (r! receiving), throatfuck, anal fingering, rimming, unprotected sex, slight choking, slight exhibitionist behavior, slight nipple play, slight mean reader, 18+
note: on EVERYONES SOUL we cracking the saja boys đ
word count: 7k
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Seoul during the night was always burning in electricity and buzzing with activityâthrobbing, bright neon lights illuminated the streets, late-night vendors clanked their pots to gather a crowd, and there were always the sirens warbling from distant intersections. The streets were alive, however just below the surface was awaiting chaos.
The Honmoon shimmered in waves of cobalt, and for once, Abby wasnât the one feeling suffocated against it as his boots clicked over it. The Honmoon had exhausted his efforts to attempt to set foot back on Earthâs soil, but when Jinu approached him with the intriguing idea to create a boy band in efforts to demolish Huntrix, Abby couldnât stop himself from taking the offer.
A glimmer between buildings transitioned a section of the once azure Honmoon into fuchsia, opening up a weak point; a window of opportunity.Â
The area fizzled as demons materialized, joints snapping to adjust themselves through the small crevice. Abby strutted down the sidewalk with his usual confidence, a stolen hood pulled over his bubblegum pink hair with his hands in the jacket pockets.
As more and more demons slithered through undetected, Abby guided them like a shepherdâushering a surge of havoc into the city. With a small nod, he gestured for the demons to take course outwards.
âDonât stray,â Abby mutters, waving off two demons towards trash bins and fire escapes. âGwi-Maâs hungry.â
Their shadows vanished like dust slipping into the air, right into the hungry mouths between buildings. He cracks his knuckles, satisfiedâwith his small effort, at least Gwi-ma will be satiated until their next performance.
Abby steps into the open, and right into the eyes of a crowd.
âWaitâoh, my Godâis that Abby from Saja Boys?â
His head snaps up at the mention of his name. The pace of the gesture unfortunately knocks his hoodie down, revealing that obnoxious rosy pink mop of hair. Someone points at him while another starts screaming, alerting everyone within the vicinity to look at him. Then, dozens of feet slap against the concrete as the sidewalk erupts into chaos, flashing phones raised to catch a glimpse of fame. Abby turns on his heel and breaks into a bolt, dodging pedestrians and corners like instinct.
He takes a hard leftâflash! Then anotherâa scream. Tries to duck into a stairwellâblocked. A fan was already there, breathless with eyes shining bright. âAbby!â
âDamn it,â he hisses, turning to sprint in the opposite direction. His heart pounded, but not from the exertion his body was going through, or from the fear of being caught, but rather, from sheer frustrationâthis was supposed to be an errand to escort a few demons into the city, and dip before Huntrix noticed; simple as that.
Now there was a pack of wolves labeled as fans on his trail, hounding him for autographs and pictures. He couldnât even teleport away because a new passerby was always coincidentally in his way. As he turns his head over his shoulder to scan how many were still tailing him, Abby slams into something solid, knocking the breath from his lungs. Heâs able to stabilize his footing before he falls, looking up in surprise at you.
You have a bewildered expression plastered onto your face, but Abby already is turning his head, panic flickering through his eyes as he takes a glance over his shoulderâthe crowd was closing in on him.
âDid he come this way?â
âI swear I saw him turn rightââ
Almost immediately understanding the situation at hand, you donât hesitate, grabbing Abbyâs wrist and yanking him sideways into the mouth of the nearby alleyway, shoving him against the brick wall. Hoisting one arm up, you shield his cotton candy hair from viewâto any onlooker, it seemed as if a couple were sharing a private moment in the comfort of a dirty backroad. As expected, the crowd peeks in, flinching at the sight.
âNot hereâkeep moving!â
Shoes smack against pavement again, retreating, with their voices echoing off the walls; the area begins to quiet in degrees, as the alley swallows them whole. It was narrow and humid from sweat and shadows, and there was still that pulsing light of neon from a noodle shop bordering the brick-lined corridor.
Abby shoves you off by your chest, sweeping off dirt and debris from the sleeves of his jacket, like the whole act of being protected was more humiliating than being devoured by a horde of fangirls.
âNoâI donât know⌠a âthank youâ?â You ask, tone dry, adjusting your sweater.
Abby scoffs, rolling his eyes. âDidnât need your help.â
âDidnât look like that a second ago.â
He turned to face you properly, chin tilted upwards like air tasted better when he was smug. âYou want something as a token of my gratitude? An autograph?â
âWhat?â You blink. âNoâIâm good.â
As if you sprouted multiple heads, he squints at you, stepping closer. âDo youâdo you even know who I am?â
â... Am I supposed to?â
Lips parted in shock, a flash of fang catching the neon green glaring into the alley. âWhatâyou donât know,â he sings the next part, âMy little soda pop?â
Recognition twinkles in your widened eyes, before itâs followed by a nonchalant shrug. âOhâmy sister keeps singing that,â you look away, bored. âFrom the⌠SalsaâSaja Boys, or something, right?â
âYeah,â Abby crosses his arms over his chest, deadpanning. âI am the Saja BoysâIâm Abby.â
âCoolâcan I get an autograph for her?â
His head twitches as something in Abby cracksâa desire to be seen by you despite the evergrowing fanbase; a petty feeling. He steps forward again, until your chests nearly brush, and his voice dips into a smooth, caramel-like timbre. âYour sisterâs a fan, but what about you?â
You flash him a teasing smile. âIâm more into Huntrix.â
He clicks his tongue, nodding as if his ego wasnât just bruised. He unzips his jacket before reaching for the hem of his shirt and lifting it, displaying his canvas of muscles carved into his stomach. His abs flexed beneath the alleyâs fractured light, each ripple catching a shadow and refining the already grand display. âStill not a fan?â
âYâknow what,â you mutter, tone unimpressed as your eyes flick down Abbyâs exposed torso, completely weirded out. âI just remembered I donât carry a pen or paper on me, so Iâll pass on that autograph.â
You turn to leave, shoulders relaxed, almost as if youâd forgotten the entire existence of the boy band star standing half-naked in front of you.
But with Abbyâs pride dictating his every move, he doesnât let you get far, his hand shooting outâfaster than human reflexâand grabs your shoulder, fingers digging in like iron bolts. Before you can even utter a complaint, your back slams against the alley wall with a harsh thud like thunder, briefly draining the breath from your lungs. His forearm presses against your collarbone, pinning you tightly. The previous playful-idol facade was washed away, peeling back to reveal something primalâeyes glowing gold and fangs sharpening.
âThink youâre funny?â Abby growled, low and guttural, his breath fanning hotly against your jaw.Â
You glare at him, grunting in contrast to the pressure against your chest. âA little.â
Then Abbyâs mouth parts, unnaturally wide, with heat rolling off his tongue that no longer bears that amorous impression, but rather, hunger. A low, humming force had thickened the atmosphere around you, making it difficult to breathe. A faint shimmer of turquoise dances across your chest, drawing something from the center. The thread of your soul begins to loosen, curling towards Abbyâs parted lips like smoke caught in a vacuum.
It was instinct that rushed to the surface; your hand shooting up and throwing Abby off yourself, slamming him into the opposite wall, hard enough for the demon to grunt in surprise. Dust crumbled down from the bricks above, and the hiss Abby let out originated from his wounded pride rather than his pain. Your hand grips his jaw tightly, fingers pressing into the hinges beneath his cheekbones until Abbyâs mouth closes on reflex.
âWhat the fuck was that?â You hiss, eyes narrowing, chest heaving from the adrenaline rush. Abby just stares up at you, breathing hard through flared nostrils like a pathetic prey trapped in a corner.
And yet, the look in his eyes betrayed his primitive instincts. He was enjoying this.
Abby was stronger than you in ways that you could never guess how. He could snap you in half if he so pleased, but here you were, a mere humanânot even a hunterâpressing him like he was nothing more than a pinned insect beneath your fingers.
The pressure of your grip dug into bone in correspondence to not receiving any response, and his pulse drummed loudly in his ears. A part of him, long buried under inclination and arrogance, had willingly made him compliant under you.
Your breath ghosted his lips, laced with fury, but all Abby could focus on was the heat pouring off of you. Reasonably so, he had almost taken your soulâand in response to his attempt, your body was radiating such wrath that Abby could just taste the sin on his tongue.
He felt as though you were the forbidden fruit withholding him from the knowledge of much more, that being pleasure. Your eyes burned into his like a wildfire licking at the edges of something dry and on the verge of igniting, and he knew if he didnât look away, heâd be consumed whole.
The silence accumulating had made your clasp loosen faintly, thumb brushing beneath his jawâjust shy of a caress, but enough to keep him in check. Abby took notice of the slight tremble in your fingers.
âCareful,â he breathed, voice sensual and silk-like. âKeep touching me like that, and I might think you like me.â
He meant it as a taunt, but his delivery was spoken in hopes you would. A drip of sweat rolled down the side of his foreheadâthe alley was becoming congealed with tension, electricity thundering between the small space between the two of you.
Maybe it was the proximity, but he was becoming more and more enamoured with you with every second. Abby was trying to devour your soul not even a minute ago, but now he was lining the wrinkles set from your eyebrows being drawn together in irritation with his own eyes.Â
Eyeing the way your lips parted slightly with each shallow breath you took with his own eyes. The very lips that appeared to be carved from some holy scripture his eyes would never have the privilege of reading. But he could taste itâtongue darting out, wetting his own lips unconsciously.Â
He could take itâtake your lips, steal your breath, and smother that fire under his ownâthe same way heâs owned every soul heâs claimed before.
Perhaps, that could be the answer that would crack you open enough for him to slither through.
A kissâit wouldnât kill you, but it could make you slip.
And a slip was all he needed to make you fall.
Like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce, Abby leaned in as if drawn forward by something magnetic. That something was coiling between you both, begging to erupt.
You didnât register the movement until his nose brushed yours. Against your restraint, he pressed his lips against yours, closing his eyes like it was consented.
Your hand jerked, releasing his jaw to shove at his chest, pushing him back into the wall as you took a step backwards. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â You growl, voice cracked and barely steady.Â
Abby pushes himself off the wall, lips quirked into a grin full of venom and eyes at half-mast. âGetting what I want.â
And then he kisses you once more.
It was more of a collision of heat; a dance of fire and desire. His lips slant over yours like they simply had the right to, like your mouth had been waiting for his this whole time and just didnât know it until now. His fangs graze your bottom lip, distracting you as he splays a hand onto your chest, walking you into the opposing wall.
You did attempt to pull awayâwith another shove, but as if he centered all his strength into the palm on your chest, you couldnât budge. Your fingers retaliated by curling into the fabric of his jacket, pulling it away from your body. But it only fueled his hunger for your soul, deepening the kiss with a tilt of his head and his tongue welcoming himself into the warmth of your mouth.
You shouldnât reciprocate; alarms rang in your mind to get as far away as possible from this deluded freak.
But, there was something dizzying about him. Like sinking into the ocean with lungs full of fireâevery breath a contradiction; every second closer to drowning.
He was kissing you like you were a secret sin he had no intention of repenting for.
Even as addicting as his lips were, you had some sense.
Your fingers tangled into his pink hair and yanked him back, hard enough to rip a low grunt from the back of his throat, his eyes closed and teeth clenched in pain. Your own lungs burned, mouth parted in disbelief and adrenalineânails still scraped against his scalp like you couldnât decide between shoving him away or dragging him back in.
âGet off,â you panted.
His grin unfurled as he laughed. There was blood on his bottom lipâyours, maybe. His tongue licked it away.
âYou donât sound very convincing,â Abbyâs fingers curl around your wrist, prying each of your fingers muddled in his hair loose. He guides your hand by inches, grazing it down the side of his throat, calloused fingers dragging against his Adam's apple, feeling the cartilage bounce. He leads them across the hard plane of his chest, sensing his heartâs heightened beat. Eventually, he lets your fingers get caught in the gravitational pull heâs created, your fingers generating their own path to his abdomen, caressing each dip of muscle through fabric.Â
Abby sucks in a breath, exhaling shakily. He leans in again, but his mouth is not aimed for yours this time. His lips brush your jaw in a phantom apology. A shiver skates down your spine, but you tell yourself itâs the thrill of it all; an excuse. Anything to name it other than what it truly is: lust.
âWeâll make it quick,â he mutters against your skin, each word branding you with heat. His tongue darts out to clean up the nervous sweat off your neck, and your knees threaten mutiny. His palm flows down your torso over your sweater.
âHold onâ,â your protest scrapes out roughly. âWhat are you..?â
The rest of your question fizzles out as his palm slides lower, flattening over the waistband of your sweatpants. Your pulse stutters as his knuckles begin to curl inside of your sweats, pulling slightly brazenly. You reach for his wrist once his fingertips breach your boxers.Â
âAre you fucking crazy?â You hiss, a last resort to maintain your sanity. âWhat if your fans come back?â
You can feel his grin curve against your jaw, full of sinful delight. âThen theyâll get a free show,â he reasons, voice low enough to vibrate through your ribs. His other hand reaches forward to continue the work of the previous.Â
Your heart beats itself franticallyâevery cell of your body is screaming at you to shove him away, but with the way his mouth trails down your throat has you second-guessing.
The sound of your shallow breath is played right into Abbyâs ears. He watches every flinch and reaction that your body is producing, like a fox feasting its eyes on a rabbit that hasnât figured out its demise lies nearby.Â
He backs away slightly, fingers playing with the strings of your sweatpants and lifting the hem of your sweater to reveal a peak of skin. While maintaining eye-contact, he drops to his knees. Your body leans against the brick wall as his palms slide up the backs of your thighs, a drag made to ensure your muscles twitched under his touch. His thumbs tease the fabric hugging your hips, pulling it to reveal your Adonis belt.
âThis isnâtâIâfuck,â you try to start, one hand going to his shoulder. Not in efforts to push him away, but more so something to hold onto.
Abby chuckles, dipping his head forward and pressing a featherlight kiss just above your waistband, and on the line that dips into your boxers.
âYou can tell me to stop,â he said, lips brushing your skin. âBut I think we both know you wonât.â
You hated how right he wasâyou wanted him. Despite the limited knowledge you knew of him, he had you wrapped around his pretty little finger. You were, knowingly and head held high, walking into the fire.
With a tug, he pulls down the front of your sweatpants along with the waistband of your boxers behind it. Inch by inch, his gaze never leaves your faceâdrinking in every hint of you unraveling; your jaw tensing and rows of teeth knocking together.
When your cock springs free, already flushed red and hard, Abby lets out a soft, hungry exhale, hot breath flowing onto your tip.
âOh,â he murmurs, head tilted as if he were appraising something sacred. âLook at you.â
His hand wraps around the head, thumb smearing precum down your shaft with such ease that had your spine locking against the wall behind you.
âAbby,â You warn, panic spiking for a brief, pathetic second. âYouâreâseriously, what ifâ?â
âWeâre still on this?â He mocks you with a raise of his eyebrow, shoulders sagging to express his frustration. âI said I would be quick.â
His thumb drags down along a vein before resting at the base of your cock. He leans forward to one side, tongue lolling out to trail that same vein along with the heat of his breath. His tongue twitches from underneath the head, precum dribbling out onto his tastebuds.Â
You shut your eyes tightly, doubling over to grab his hair again, but this time, not pushing him away. Your other hand clasps over your mouth to restrain any sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape.
Abbyâs breath fanned across your tip, and it was the last shred of warning he gave before he wrapped his lips around you, tongue flattened to accommodate your girth.
He gagged almost immediately.
A sharp choke echoed off the alley walls, muffled by the stretch of his mouth and the shape of your cock pressed against his tongue. He pulled back just enough to breathe, saliva trailing in a glistening strand to your slit. He risks a glance upwards to see your reactionâyour eyebrows are still furrowed together and sweat laces your hairline. Fuck.
He lets out a frustrated growl before making another attempt to take you. Eyes filled with determination, he locks onto yours, daring himself to handle it. His throat spasms around you in protest, lips trembling with the effort, but he kept going.
His tongue dances with a desperate rhythm, sliding along the underside of your dick like it was licking honey from the edge of a blade. He pulls back only to swirl the flat of his tongue along your shaft, as if he could ace this test through applying himself hard enough with no prior studying.
A groan escapes from the prison bars of your fingers, while the other tugs Abbyâs hair when he licks the slit of your cock, to ground yourself to remain in the moment.
And still, Abby didnât blinkâhe watched you the entire time through tears that decorated his lashes, and flushed cheeks. Every time he bobbed his head down, heâd pull off with a sharp suck on the tip and then trail his tongue down the side, wanting to taste the shape rather than swallow you whole.
In a teasing manner, the ghost of his fangs graze lightly along the curve of your dick, just enough to make your hips jerk into his awaiting mouth.
Abby grinned around you. The fucker⌠smiled⌠with you still encased in his mouth.Â
The scrape of his teeth was dangerous, as if he enjoyed the waltz on a ledge during high winds. Then his mouth sank back down, hollowed cheeks demonstrating his strained effort. He was tryingâfailing, sure, but trying like hell.
Your head tilted back against the brick, vision spotty with heat. âFuck, AbbyâŚâ
He made a noise in response, mixed with pride and understanding, and your cock twitched at the entrance of his throat. Another gag has him slipping you out with a wet pop, panting heavily as he strokes you lazily with one hand.
A string of spit connects you once more, snapping once Abby sits back on his heels, tongue flicking out to lick up the corners of his mouth. He looks up at you, lips swollen red, and eyes glowing gold with mischief.Â
âClose?â Abby leans inwards, tapping the head of your cock against his tongue and tugging his wrist around the tip to pressure an earlier ejaculation. You wince, closing your eyes as you double over, both hands now gripping his pink locks to calm the sensation of that tight coil sizzling in your abdomen.
âYouâre fucking crazy.â
âYeah,â he places a kiss on your oozing tip, tongue peeking out to lap a stripe up your slit like a lollipop. âA little.â
You open your eyes to glare at his verbatim of your words. His eyes hold not even a flake of repentance. His pupils dilate in recognition of your displeasure of him, like ink stains blooming on wet paper. Heâs too proud for someone who shamelessly has their lips wrapped around your cock in a dirty alleyway.
Abbyâs pride in his actions was sickeningâa celebrity who thinks they can exploit others with just a flash of their smile. You knew his handsome exterior was shielding something more sinister underneath, and your awareness of this truth was starting to piss you off.Â
You were not going to fall for what little remained of his charm and become a mere toy.
You straighten your posture, one hand glides down to hold the base of your dick, feeding it to him slowly until it paints his lower lip with your precum. He blinks obliviously at your shift, but opens his mouth wider to welcome you, the corner of his lips curling to express his satisfaction of what seemed to be your walls crumbling.Â
His naivety made your heart soar, smiling back down at him with a deceitful smileâyour other hand that still remained on his scalp shoves his head forward to swallow your cock until his nose met the shaven hairs at the base of your navel.
A choked sound escapes his throat as you bury yourself, sighing deeply at the hot sensation surrounding your length. His hands spring up to wrap to the back of your thighs, nails scratching against the fabric of your sweatpants.Â
The hand that fed his mouth trails down to cup his neck, feeling the obscene bulge that shaped around your cock, your index finger scraping the widened form of his Adamâs apple. His eyes are blown wide, a glossy film of unshed tears covers his irises while his eyebrows draw together to showcase his shock.
You reel your hips back until the tip of your cock is just barely entering his throat, grazing against his uvula. Gagging, Abby looks up to youâa prayer spoken from his eyes. He finally has that look of guilt you wanted from him. You respond to his silent plea by ramming your hips forward, his bottom lip kissing your balls.Â
You chuckled when you felt his throat constrict against you, each thrust having its own brand of retribution on his body. The fingers that pressed against his neck felt the imprint your dick caused inside of him.Â
âFuckingââ your hips slam forward, balls hitting his chin, ââtake it.â
Abbyâs eyes roll in pleasure at the sound of strain in your voice, before he closes them to fully immerse himself in the feeling of being used, tears freely falling. Drool begins to get punched out of his mouth, dribbling out of the corners of his lips, staining his shirt and jeans.
Every gag and wet gurgle is swallowed around the thick heat of your cock pounding his throat.
His right hand shakily slid down from your thigh to between his spread legs, rubbing at the front of his jeans. He moaned wantonly, the sounds aiding in creating a sense of vibrations up your length. You slow your hips by a smidge to peer at whatâs causing his whines. âFuckâare you seriously touching yourself?â He opens his eyes to look at your demeaning gaze. âFucking pervert.â
His eyes roll again at the name-calling, body pathetically convulsing as his hand stills against his covered dick, cumming in his pants. His cock seeps cum through his boxers and into his jeans, a dark, wet spot smearing into the denim. Abby groans around you, feeling his form attempt to back away.
But you couldnât let goânot when you were so close.
Selfishly, both hands grasp the back of his head, pushing and pulling him into your cock as your hips piston in and out of his throat, milking you with every desperate choke. Your thighs tense upon feeling that familiar sensation stir in your lower abdomen, hips losing rhythm and blindly chasing release.Â
Through clenched teeth, you hiss, âHhaah, AâAbby, Iâmâfuck!â With a final thrust, you hold his face flush against your pelvis, suffocating Abby against your hips, lips stretched wide as your cock pulsed and spilled down his throat. Your cum flooded past his mouth in waves of thick, hot ropes. Abby twitched beneath you, whimpering brokenly as he swallowed around your lengthâall senses completely taken over by you.
You thrust shallowly and donât let go of him until the last spurt swims down his throat.
Finally, you release your hold on his hair, allowing for Abby to fall back, cock sliding out of his throat with a wet gasp. He awkwardly scoots backwards, one hand supporting his efforts to create distance between you as his other covers his harsh coughing fit. His eyes are bloodshot red with a trail of tears sliding down his cheeks, while his lips are swollen and covered in saliva and cum, multiple strings of the aforementioned substances bridging his chin to your softening cock.
Your back falls against the brick wall behind you, panting as you look down at him. You eye the dark patch that soils his blue jeans, to his heaving chest, to his slick-covered lower mouth, to those half-lidded eyes that shift into a yellow, mischievous glint.
âAre you going to tell me,â Abby huffs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, âthat youâre still not a fan?â
You breathlessly laugh, taking a glance at the end of the alleyway. âYouâve got a mouth on you, donât you?â You take a step forward, leaning down to lock your fingers in his strands, pulling his weight up from the ground, your other hand wrapping around his throat. Responsively, his hands grip your wrist, wincing, before heâs silenced by your lips, tasting what remained of your release on his tongue. Your fingers that retained his breath gave a single, tight squeeze before they plunged to the front of his jeans, hurriedly unbuttoning and unzipping the damp cloth.
Abby is about to retort another snarky comment once your mouth leaves his, huffing heavily in your face, when you turn him around, pressing him against the bricked wall. He turns his head to face you over his shoulder, but you drop to your knees behind him as an answer to his unasked question. Your fingers break the plane of his waistband to his jeans and boxers, tugging them down in conjunction.Â
âHold onâ Iâm the one taking it?â Abby asks, attempting to turn his body. You donât entertain his efforts, both of your thumbs prodding at the crack of his ass, spreading it open to showcase his asshole. You accumulate saliva in your mouth, spitting it onto his hole, before licking it back up. Abby shivers at the feeling, arms raising to rest on the wall in front of him, settling his head down on his forearms. âCould you⌠do that in a less emasculating way, at least?â
Youâre unresponsive, closing your eyes and diving forward to bury yourself. Your right hand moulds itself into Abbyâs asscheek, pulling it to create space for your tongue. Your slick muscle breaches his tight ring, entering an area that Abby has not had the pleasure of exploring ever before.Â
Clearly, Abbyâs inexperience is shown as he subconsciously clenches down on your tongue; his patterns begin to gain pigment; and his nails stretch into claws, stabbing themselves into the wall. You take pleasure in seeing him break before you, your left hand descending to your exposed cock, stroking it slowly as you roll your tongue. Abbyâs entire body begins to shake, feeling his strength drain out of his legs, breathlessly repeating curses as if they were prayers to a God. âFuck⌠FâFuck youâ FuckâŚâ
You withdraw your head just a bit, your right hand releasing the grip you had on his cheek, pairing your ring and middle finger together to enter your own mouth, wetting them. To tease, you tantalizingly lick a stripe up his hole, watching his whole body tremble, before sliding in your middle finger. You slowly oscillate the digit, watching as Abbyâs back arches into your hand, then slipping in your ring finger, completing a scissoring motion inside his hole.Â
Abby lays his right palm flat in front of him, resting his forehead on the back of it, as his left hand inclines towards the back of your head, pushing you closer to his ass, silently asking for a favor. You canât help but let out a chuckle, acknowledging his plea by adding your tongue to the equationânow both your fingers and tongue penetrated his asshole. You sought your own satisfaction by toying with the head of your cock, your thumb and index finger forming a grip around the tip as your hips jutted into the shape.
You shamelessly groan between his ass, switching between thrusting your tongue and sucking his hole as you plunge your fingers simultaneously. Abbyâs fingers pull at your hair, his teeth extending into fangs to puncture into his own wrist to cease any sounds that could spill out. What Abby seemingly did not calculate in his already flawed plan to get you to succumb, was that trying to smother your flame with his own would only lead to the same effects as adding water to a boiling pot of oil.
Just when the peak of pleasure was beginning to unveil itself to both you and Abby, you reluctantly pulled away. Abbyâs eyes widened in anger, his legs shaking in relevance to how close he was to release. Youâre not too far off from being in his situation; covering the tip of your dick with your palm, and closing your eyes to focus on not cumming on the back of his feet. You whimper at the sensation fading away from the pit of your stomach, risking a glance up at Abby, whose back exhibits his frustrationâthe expanse gaining area with each heavy breath, a sweat spot forming on his jacket, and in between all the nooks of his muscled back. You slide your hand up to push his jacket and shirt up to expose a sliver of skin, kissing his Venusâ dimples as a mock apology before standing upright.
Your hands find home on each side of his hips, pulling him into your pelvis, your cock laying on top of the curve of his ass. You lean forward to rest your chest on his back, tilting your head to bite Abbyâs earlobe, tugging it down slightly between your teeth and then placing a gentle kiss on the helix. The tip of his ears are tainted with a light shade of pink, but he turns his head so you meet his similarly-colored hair. You chuckle at his shynessâdespite the situation in its entirety, Abby gets bashful at domestic kisses.
You adapt to your new canvas, dipping your head a tad lower to decorate the side of his neck with your lips. âYou donât mind if I,â you bite his nape, enticing a wince, âcontinue, right?â
Your left hand glides up his body from his hip to his idle hand on the wall, interlacing your fingers with his. You drag your interlocked hands to your lips, spinning his arm slightly to lay a kiss on his wrist. Abby scoffs as he turns to face you properly, âGeez, arenât you a romanticâyou do this with every person you fuck in an alley?â
You chortle lightly, letting go of his hand to steady his waist, your other hand guiding your cock to his asshole. âCanât say Iâve ever done this beforeâalleyway or otherwise.â
Abby perks up at your response, âWhat, donât tell me youâre aââ
The head of your cock enters Abbyâs rim, stretching it open. Abby ducks his head down, body completely tensed as he tries to accommodate your girth. His fingertips scrape at the surface of concrete in front of him in efforts to ease himself, but the lack of support builds on his poor, trembling frame. âWâWarn a guy, will you?â
âMmnh, sorry,â you pant, tightening your grip on his hips. You situate your forehead onto his shoulder, closing your eyes. âI canât move.â
His claws scraped down the wall, streaks of white dust followed in their pace, drops of sweat cascaded down his face to his neck before seeping into the collar of his shirt. Abby pressed his eyes shut, inhaling through his nose before exhaling out of his mouth, slowly relaxing his body. You pressed furtherânot more than an inchâsensing his relaxation, but not before he seized up again, halting your hips. âI think the Sun might come up before I get to fuck you properly.â
Abby barks a short laugh. âMmhh⌠you try taking a cock your size, haahhâŚâ
In the time he takes to respond to your taunt, you thrust your hips forward. His head shoots upwards, glaring at the stars that paint the night sky. His mouth lays agape at the intrusion, debating on whether to scream or sob. Your cock pulses inside of him, balls flush against his ass. You raise your head off his shoulder, kissing his cheek in hushed praise. Abbyâs lips quiver into a pout, turning his head to look into your eyes; tears line his eyes, edging on falling. Your eyes widen seeing such an expression adorn his features, connecting your lips with his.
You pull your hips back, but Abbyâs rim clings onto your cock tightly. Wincing, you only pull halfway to push back in, his tears falling as he whines into your mouth. Your tongue presses against his, swallowing each precious sound that escapes his mouth. âMmnnhhâŚâ
You separate from him to kiss his ear. âIâm gonna start moving, alright?â
With a soft push off his body, you stand straight, staring right at where your bodies are connected, reeling your hips back to reveal your cock scraping against his hole. The tip barely graces his entrance before being welcomed by that intoxicating heat. Abbyâs patterns resurface, and with a light touch, you trace the shape; starting from his clawed finger until you reach his collarbone. You stare in awe at the plum markings that materialize onto his skin, fingers wrapping around his neck, pulling him towards you. The action causes his hips to melt into yours, burying your cock. A strained sound vibrates his vocal cords, meeting your gaze with his shimmering, golden irises. His eyebrows are arched in frustration, veins popping against his jawline but you all but smile at himâyour cheeks push your eyes into creases with how big your smile is despite the harsh grasp on his throat.Â
Satisfied, your hips snapped forward, a brutal rhythm creating itself with each passing second. Each thrust drove a scratchy groan from Abby, his body lurching with your movement. He begged with his eyes, his scleras turning red from the lack of oxygen reaching his lungs, but no matterâyou continued slamming against his ass, the sound echoing into the cracks of the alley. âHhnngh, pleaseâ slow down, youâ!â
Your other hand snaked around to his front, where his useless cock swung with each rut of your hip against his. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his dick, tugging until you reached the head. Abby jolted; his once forgotten cock was finally getting attention. âFâFuck! Hhnnh, not thereâ itâs too much, gahh!â
The same hand that restricted his breath covered his mouth, silencing his pleads. Abby bit down on your fingers, groaning into them as your blood trickled into his mouth, but it was not going to be the reason you stopped.Â
Your hips rutted into Abbyâs ass, each thrust infused with desperation to release. Your hand stroked his dick in a faster tempo than your pelvis, panting directly into his ear. âAbby, I donât think your hole wants to let go of me, hm? WâWhat do you think?â
He groans against your fingers, eyes rolling from how dead-set your cock hits his prostate. Are you sure this is your first time? He doesnât believe soâwith how your measured and seemingly practiced hands roam his body, you seem more like a liar than anything.Â
That familiar, impending sizzle in his lower stomach surges, brought about by the stimulation upon his prostate by your cock and your hand stroking his. Abbyâs right hand sheathes his claws, reaching backwards to press against your stomach, trying to at least slow the movement of your hips. Seeing his struggle, you loosen the grip you have on his mouth, settling that hand across his chest, groping his pec. âWhatâs wrong, huh? Nngh, c-close?â
His left hand envelopes the one across his chest once you start pinching the bud, twisting it between your thumb and index through his shirt. âWhat do youâhhaahâfucking think, dâdickhead?â
With his hands no longer bracing the wall, all he can do is recline into you, holding desperately as you rock into him. Your thrusts punch out pathetic whines, even when his lips are locked to each other.Â
Abby seals his eyes shut, knees bucking under the pressure, but your one arm holds him up, pressing his back against your chest, making the arm that once was trying to slow you down to just grasp your hip in hopelessness.Â
The coil in his stomach abruptly snaps, cum racing out the length of his dick and shooting out onto the wall. Your hand helps to deliver him to his peak, teasing just the head as he juts into your grasp. He opens his mouth to exhibit his pleasure, but your lips find his, swallowing each moan. He draws his claws, the sharpness digging into your hip, scratching out blood.Â
Your hips move recklessly, chasing your own release, whimpering into his mouth. Itâs sloppy work down there as your hips begin to stutter, losing its flow, to which you just slam forward, burying yourself as deep as his body would allow. You feel each nerve in your body charge your center, a shiver trails down your spine and slithers through your cock to pump violent, hot cum deep inside of Abby. He gasps into your mouth, shattering into a strangled moan. His claws puncture through your skin as he feels each rivulet of cum leak from the edges of his stretched rim, catching against the edges of his denim. You stay there, slowly grinding through the aftershocks until the wet squelches between you two drown out the sound of his whines.
As you pull away from his lips, Abby chases your mouth, and a thin thread of saliva is highlighted through your huffs in the cold, night air. He draws back his claws so you can properly step back from him, your softening cock sliding out of him, and immediately, thick ropes of your cum dribble down his thighs. He hisses slightly as the air chills instantly between you, but youâre too busy watching the mess drip from him with your chest heaving, until your gaze drags up to his face.Â
Abby gives you a playful smirkâthere it was. Finally, what he had been searching for all this time; the way your shoulders slackened, the lust-filled haze clouding your eyes, and the sweat dripping down your neckâyou were exhausted.
Youâre completely vulnerable to a beast in the wild; no defense surrounds you.Â
A knowing curve stretches his lips. A quick dig under your ribs and⌠your soul will be his.
Abbyâs mouth parts to speak, but a rustle rings down the walls of the alley from the entrance of it. A look of irritation flashes across his lips, bending to pull up his boxers and jeans, hurriedly bucking his belt. You follow suit, making yourself look presentable before lunging to grab at his wrist once you notice heâs looking for a way out.
âWhen can I see you again?â
Abby snorts in your face, tugging his wrist away from your grip. âAlready want seconds?â
Gold dances in his irises and mauve patterns stain his skin, but youâre not discouraged, staring directly at him, past the physical features. He flinches at your gaze, but the rustling sounds make themselves present, causing him to step forward into your personal space. The shadows bend around him, engulfing his form into black and purple puffs, and a chilling, raspy voice promises in your ear;
âI can be your sanctuary.â
As you stand alone within the grimy alleyway, the rustle that scared off Abby physically reveals itself.
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shouldâve added a warning for too much metaphorical language in hopes to appear intellectualâď¸also guys⌠do you still read fanfic for.. mm.. how do i say this.. haikyuu?? đď¸đď¸ also also⌠can you tell i rushed the ending đšđš