Whumpee pleading “someone will hear, someone will find out—“
And Whumper reassuring them “don’t worry, we won’t get caught.”
there are people nearby, and they really could hear. if whumpee screams, they'll hear. if this escalates, if whumper gets whumpee's clothes off and actually rapes them, they might hear anyway. whumpee had hoped that might put whumper off, it might wake them up to what they're doing, to the fact that they're about to rape someone.
it doesn't matter to whumper at all. they murmur into whumpee's ear, their breath hot and awful against whumpee's skin, and it's like they think this is something they and whumpee are doing together. like they're here, so close to where the party is continuing downstairs, about to engage in a clandestine hookup.
"i don't," whumpee tries, "i can't- i don't want this. please stop. please stop."
"it's okay," whumper soothes. whumper pushes them onto the bed, gently but firmly, catching and pinning them when they try to scramble away. "we won't get caught. i promise. this is gonna be good, just relax, okay? god, i've been waiting so long for this."
whumpee stares at the ceiling. tears start to drip down their face and their chest shudders in terrified breaths. whumper isn't stopping. whumper won't stop. if they screamed, people would hear. they would.
whumpee doesn't make a sound.
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