The Smut Bucket

It’s loud, it’s crowded, and Jude cannot see a fucking thing past everyone else in line after line. He’s done so good at keeping himself out of your visual range so far. He’s trailing behind you and your friends in line after line, to trailer after trailer, barn after barn. And now he’s lost you. He’s lost you in a crowd he’s unsure of. His own friends are talking around him, he invited them to cover his ass when he finally sorted out how he would meet you. How he would smile and pretend that he didn’t know a single thing about you.

And then he sees you in line for a fun house, laughing at something someone in your group had said. And the photo he takes of you isn’t stealthy at all. And he wishes he would’ve been, because he meets your eyes for a moment and has to pretend that you aren’t the one he’s looking at. That the photo is definitely a photo of the attractions. The best attraction by far.

You’ve felt like you’ve had a shadow lurking over you most of the day. Every turn you made like someone was lingering in your wake. Your heart preparing your body for fight or flight. Your mind anxiously waits for confrontation that never comes. You’re paranoid, they tell you. No one is following you. It’s a big festival and people are just enjoying their time. And you tend to believe them. You push your feelings away. You let your guard down. You try to have fun. But you really aren’t prepared to meet a pair of gorgeous brown eyes with a camera phone in the next line. But he’s not paying any attention to you. You take a look at whatever’s behind you and he must have been taking a photo of the festival.

You smile as you give your tickets to the fun house attendee. Jude watches quietly as you make your way through the doors and he just has to find a way to meet you today. He just has to. The way you were studying him just moments before. He’s admired the way your eyes shine in the daytime and how your voice was so boisterous when you were excited. He’s imagined how your body would feel under his, how your skin would feel when he’s running his hands over every inch of you. How you would feel wrapped around his cock when he finally gets the chance. He tries to imagine your voice telling him you love him. Telling him how he feels safe. But if only you knew. If you knew what he did. What he was doing.

And you start feeling uneasy again, as you exit the funhouse. Your group of friends staying close by your side. And you all agree that the Ferris wheel will be your last adventure for the night. And when Jude hears that, he knows he has to move. He has to move quickly. So he’s buying apple crisp and a lemonade and making his way to the Ferris wheel, two of his own friends in tow. He’s laughing and talking and timing it just right to walk straight into you, covering your clothing in his lemonade and crisp. “I’m so sorry.” Jude’s first words to you come out in a rush.

You’re startled by the sudden coverage of a quick meal, huffing out as you look down at your clothes. “It’s okay… accidents happen.” You look up and are met with those same brown eyes from earlier. They’re softer now. More calm.

“Can I buy you a drink or something? To make up for it.” His cheeks are growing a dark red, all the way up to the tips of his ears. In what Jude knows as feign embarrassment. You’re smiling, that weary feeling being shoved into the pits of your stomach. It’s just a drink. And you nod.

“Yeah, sure. That would be nice.” You smile softly. “When?”

“Right now if you want. There’s a nice diner across the street from the grounds.” Jude takes his shot, smiling at you gently. No one has ever felt threatened by his presence. He’s too sweet, they would tell him. Were they wrong? Who’s to say.

“Yeah, okay. Let me change and we can go.” You shake your head a bit, smile sitting on your face happily.

Jude smiles, walking with you quietly back to your car so you can change your shirt. He tries not to look, but he can’t help but catch the expanse of skin on your back, covered with the thin strap of your bra. And he wills himself to not get hard. To take his time. The game was only beginning of course. And he’s leading you across the street to the same little diner he saw you at for the first time three months before. You both slide into a booth, you’re on edge. Building walls up to protect yourself from this seemingly stranger on the other side of the table. You’re happy that someone is paying so much attention to detail in your stories. You’re happy that someone is laughing along with your jokes and grinning at the cheesecake that crumbles in front of you.

You tell him about the things that trouble you, against your better judgement. He’s just so calming to talk to. And to unload all of your secrets to a stranger you will never meet again, seemed like an okay way to deal with the stress and paranoia you have been dealing with for months now. And he listens quietly, nodding along to everything you have to say, really listening. And he’s banking on the fact that you’ve not seen him. He’s doing it all right. It’s really working. And Jude talks his way into exchanging numbers with you, flashing that pretty smile that has you meeting for coffee, brunch, and calling him to your apartment late nights just to feel his body.

And then, the place you’ve always felt safe in gets trashed by a visitor you’ve not let in one day while you’re at work. You aren’t sure what’s missing, what’s still there, or who did it in the first place.

But Jude knows, as he stuffs a pretty pair of your lacy panties into his dresser drawer, right next to a collection of photos he’s developed.

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“Hey.”

You sighed into the phone, slumped on the cool leather couch. The TV blaring before you, but you didn’t listen to what was on. It had been two weeks since you kicked Kylo out, the only communication shared were clipped texts and stale ‘Hi’s’ and ‘Byes’ when he needed to pick up clean clothes.

“Hi.”

Kylo took in a slow breath, you could practically feel the air hit your face. So close, yet so far, “Are you gonna be home today?”

“Yup.”

“Cool, I’ll be there at 12 during lunch. I have some shit to grab.”

You bit back sniffling, “Okay,” your voice cracked. “I’ll be here.”

———

You scrolled through your emails, waiting at the kitchen counter for him to show up. You'd applied for some jobs a few days ago if this was really the end of you two. You needed a job, there was no way you could afford living in the penthouse and at some point, Kylo would want it back.

It was in his name anyway, the only thing you really owned without his help was your laptop.

Fingers crossed you'd find something, you haven't worked in almost five years. You didn't need to with Kylo, and he urged you to not work. He wanted to take care of you, provide for you, help you in any way he could. But now, you were left high and dry, not even a single bank account in your name.

You swallowed back another round of tears, no.

No more tears, you'd get through this. You had family who would help, friends that supported you and wanted you to be happy. Even his mom, not that you'd stoop that low, was willing to help you.

It would be better to just cut all ties to him since there was a slim chance he would want to be back together.

You still weren't sure, you missed him. Terribly, barely sleeping because his presence was gone. Jumping towards your phone whenever it rang, hoping it was him on the other side calling to make it up to you.

But the man was stubborn, angry that you kicked him out.

Claiming that his accusations were valid, which wounded you further.

A light knock on the door drew you away from your wallowing, you took a shaky breath before whispering a faint, "it's open."

Kylo walked in slowly, dressed in his work clothes. A button-up, white, with his suit jacket and tight dress pants. His hair was getting longer, the harsh lighting of the kitchen showed a sheen of grease coating it.

And the bags, the bags under his eyes were darker than normal.

A part of you was smug over his appearance.

But the rest of you ached, fighting against your baser instinct to run towards him. So he could take you in his arms while you bathed him in kisses, mourning over the time spent apart.

"Hello," he nodded stiffly towards you. Not making eye contact as he shut the door. Kylo fiddled with the strap on his shoulder, his duffel bag hanging limp. Empty, ready to stuff more things inside before he ran away to whatever place he was staying.

"Hey," you croaked, eyes flitting back to your laptop. Biting your lip as you read through rejection after rejection, no one wanted you. The gaps in your resume were too long, your diploma meant nothing since you had zero experience.

Kylo's shoes scuffed the floor, sniffing loudly before he looked at you.

"I was going to grab some more things," he glanced towards the staircase, "All my stuff is at the dry cleaners right now, I've worn these pants two days in a row."

"That sucks."

He hummed, "Okay," backing away from you slowly. You watched him walk towards the stairs, back tense and straight. His hands were tucked into his pockets, something he did when he was nervous or uncomfortable.

You used to make him comfortable.

Now you just agitated him, even though it wasn't your fault you two were in this mess.

You stayed quiet as he rummaged around upstairs. Doors opening and closing, drawers slamming shut, you briefly heard swearing but you couldn't make it out. You hadn't thrown his stuff away, keeping everything organized. Right down to the hair products that he had left.

Color-coded and alphabetical by the sink.

His footsteps echoed to a stop, maybe he was considering kicking you out...

"Have you seen my black sweater?"

You stilled, his black sweater... "Nope."

A huff in annoyance, "The one that has the hole in the front, from when it got caught while we were in Niagra? It's not in the closet."

That's because I hid it, you thought. You'd been sleeping in it for the past week, it smelled like him and enveloped you like his arms used to. No way you were giving it back, call it a sacrifice of your relationship.

You listened to his slow descent to the kitchen, duffle now stuffed with clothes. He eyed you suspiciously, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Coming dangerously close to your seat, he angled himself behind you. A little to the left, but enough for him to spy on your computer screen.

"You're applying for jobs?"

You slapped your laptop shut, he didn't need to snoop.

"None of your business, Kylo."

He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as he replied, "Might be good for you, to get out of the house."

"Mhm."

"You'll want to apply to multiple places," he stepped around you, opening the fridge for a brief glance inside. Spying one of his protein shakes that you hadn't thrown out, wasn't expired yet. Kylo cracked it open and took a small sip, "You won't be able to afford this place with entry-level salaries."

"Yes," you snapped at him, "I know that."

"Just trying to help, (Y/N)."

You climbed off your stool, moving away from him to curl on the couch. Already on the verge of tears, "You aren't helping, you're just being rude."

"Well, it's rude of you to steal my shit when we aren't together anymore."

That made the waterworks start, muffling your sniffles with your fluffy blanket. You tucked yourself away, desperate to disappear. Maybe when you woke up, everything would be back to normal, or you could wake up seven years earlier to avoid ever meeting him. Save yourself from the heartache that was tearing you apart from seam to seam.

You listened to the echo as he walked towards you. Huffing when he saw your shivering form, "I don't know why you're crying. I haven't been staying here for two weeks, we clearly aren't together."

"Whatever, Kylo," you whispered, voice breaking as you took in a wet breath, "Can you just leave?"

"Sure."

------

"I can't afford to stay there mom," you whimpered into the phone, you were stalling in your car. Parked in the garage of the apartment, you had been to an interview. Realizing the pitiful reality of your life, you had already begun to sell your designer clothes. Gucci purses, red bottoms, Tiffany earrings, Cartier bracelets, you name it. Anything that could help you create a bank account was sold off.

"Have you talked to him at all? Kylo wouldn't leave you high and dry, if anything he would pay for you to get an apartment."

"I don't want his help," you hissed.

A pause, "It would be humiliating to ask, I know he's expecting it. After the talk about jobs, he's just been waiting for me to cave and sacrifice my dignity."

"I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt to talk with him, I know you both have been avoiding it after the fight. It could bring you both some closure-or better yet-get you guys back together so I can get some grandbabies."

"Goodbye, mom."

You huffed as you hung up, slamming your head back into your headrest. Maybe you could sell the car, people would pay top dollar for a gold Porsche. But the title was in Kylo's name, birthday present, any money you'd earn would belong to him.

You pulled up your text thread, the last messages sent were from three days ago. He left you on read, you texted him goodnight after a few stale messages about your day and when he could come and move some furniture out. Kylo had gotten an apartment on the upper east side, right by his office. You checked the old Zillow listing, it was huge and ridiculously expensive.

Enough room for him and a new girlfriend, you were certain he was already fucking someone else. With how cruel he was with you, not even trying to make amends. Probably his secretary, she was always a slut. Showing off her tits to him, even when you came to visit. Kylo probably bent her over his desk the day after he left, just because he could.

You swallowed your pride, it was now or never.

Kylo, I think we need to talk.

Send.

Let's see how long it... oh?

What happened, I'm at work right now.

Quick, maybe he got the notification on his laptop.

Could I swing by the office?

Right now?

Yeah.

Typing...

I have a shareholder meeting at 2, make it quick.

You sped towards his work, determined to get there before he changed his mind and banned you from coming. You were shocked he even agreed, maybe he was having a rare good day.

Or forgot that you two were broken up.

After parking, you jogged into the building. No need to say hi to anyone, it was embarrassing enough to be the ex-girlfriend visiting. At least you were dressed up, people wouldn't think you were in the poor house, yet.

You smiled coldly at his secretary, not bothering to tell her what you were here for. Despite her stuttering about him having a meeting at 2, she was totally fucking him. There's no way she wasn't, a man like him can barely go a day without sticking his dick in something.

Whipping open the door, you were met with the uncomfortable silence that blanketed his office. Curtains were drawn, lights on the dimmest setting, the only noises were the door creaking and his fingers typing.

Like he was punishing the words, Kylo was good at breaking keyboards with his aggressive emailing.

You cleared your throat, watching as his eyes briefly flickered towards you before moving back to the screen. Okay, you walked slowly towards his desk. Pulling out a chair as quietly as possible, the leather squeaking when you sat.

Kylo let out a long sigh, leaning away from his screen. "What is it you want to talk about?"

With a harsh swallow, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. Anything to avoid his penetrating gaze, "I just wanted to talk about, you know."

He blinked, face blank, "Use your words, please. I don't have time to fuck around, I have a business to run."

"I-I-I"

"Spit.it.Out."

"How come you never apologized?"

Silence.

Kylo's jaw clenched and unclenched, leaning back in his chair slowly. Staring directly at you, "This conversation?"

"Yes, I need to know."

"What good is it doing us now?"

"I don't know I just-"

"What are you hoping to gain from this?"

"Kylo-"

He huffed loudly, "I don't have to answer you anymore, we aren't together."

You slammed a fist on his desk, rattling a few pieces he had decorating it. Standing on your wobbling legs, "Listen to me, you can be an asshole all you fucking want but I deserve answers."

Kylo narrowed his eyes, standing slowly before you. His form towering, making you feel even smaller than you already felt. Crawling to his office for closure, and instead, he wanted to argue with you about the necessity of the conversation.

You watched his palms lay flat on the polished wood, crinkling papers he had strewn about.

"If you're here for money, just fucking say it."

"I am not here for-"

Now it was his turn to slam the desk, "Bullshit! You're here to fucking grovel because you don't know how to take care of yourself. Can't even get a second-rate job!"

"You're the one who insisted on taking care of me!"

"So you think it's okay to demand money when we aren't together? Selling off all the shit I bought you to pay the power bills?"

You gaped at him, "I would never."

"Shut up," Kylo spat, leaning further across to be nose to nose, "You forget that I have your email linked to my laptop. I can see every pathetic message about pawning what I worked for. What I provided you, fucking ungrateful."

"How dare you sneak through my email!?"

"It's not sneaking if I have the passwords, darling."

"You can't fucking do that," you pushed away, arms folded while you glanced around the room. All your pictures were gone, more proof that showed he was erasing your existence, "At least I'm not already fucking someone..."

"Excuse me?"

You spoke over your shoulder, "You heard me."

"Are you seriously accusing me of that," Kylo scoffed, "When that's what got us into this mess in the first place?"

You shrugged, "How long have you been fucking her, did you march to her place after I kicked you out?"

"(Y/N)."

"I'm a big girl, I can take it. Just tell me the truth, because there's no way you'd just abandon me if there wasn't someone else."

"(Y/N)."

You spun on your heel, snarling with a finger in his face, "How many women have you replaced me with? Huh? Or is it just your slut of a secretary-"

Kylo flipped his desk, everything crashing to the floor. You screamed as he began to throw items to the walls, tear books off the shelves, kicking his chairs to the ground. Anything he could get his hands on he attempted to tear apart.

"Enough!"

Heavy breaths.

"I'm not fucking anyone else! Are you fucking serious? All I've fucking done is work! Trying to just fucking move on but nooo," he faced you now, cheeks red and puffing. A few tracks of tears streaking towards his jaw, "You-you just have to be right, and have to be the victim of all this when it's both our fucking fault!"

Kylo paced away from you, running his fingers through his hair before crouching down to the floor. Cradling his face in his hands while he took in shaky breaths, "I fucking missed you, so much. It's all I thought about, but every fucking time I came back you ignored me."

"Kylo-"

"No, you fucking iced me out. I could barely speak to you and I wasn't going to do anything over text."

You succumbed to your tears, there was no way to hold them. Choking as you wiped away the floods, "I-I didn't m-mean to, you weren't talking to me Kylo. How was I supposed to r-react?"

Now he was crying, hiccuping in an attempt to steady his breathing and push through it like he always had. But he couldn't stop the tremor in his voice, "You could've told me you loved me or forgave me. Anything would've been better than this."

"Why do I have to be the one to apologize, I'm not the one who forgot our day and manhandled me in the tub! You were drunk, rude, and horrible to me, I deserved an apology."

"I know," he sniffed, "I tried to-the first few times I came back for clothes. But you hid from me."

You nodded slowly, pacing your way towards him. Unsure of how he'd react to you touching him, but you needed to be closer. You shuffled to his side, sliding your back against the gray wall to the floor.

"We've never been good at apologizing."

Kylo sat on the floor, mirroring you against the wall, "At least before, you didn't kick me out. Force me to crash on a couch, you know I don't fit on couches."

You chuckled softly, not wanting to smile at the visual.

"That's why our couch was custom," he laughed too, dull and humorless, "Because I kept sliding off."

"Yup."

Both of you swallowed, throats clicking in unison. Kylo shuffled in a more comfortable position, looking out at the clouded sky that peeked through the shades.

"For what it's worth, I am sorry."

A breath, "I never meant to miss our day, and I thought you were finished with me. I should've just spoken to you instead of drink, but that doesn't mean much now."

You hummed, "Thank you."

"I can write you a check," he sighed, "So you can get another place and still keep whatever's left of your collections."

"You don't-"

"I know I don't."

Kylo wrote you a check for half a million dollars, not looking at you when he ripped it from his checkbook. He mumbled about the bank may be needing to call him to confirm it, just have them call my office number.

Sending you off without another word.

------

Your new apartment was cute, small, perfect for you.

Light and airy, none of the fixtures were black or red. Hues of pink, coral, green, and blue danced around the rooms. Your couch was velvet, just because you wanted it to be. With an abundance of pillows and candles on every surface, you could fit them onto.

Your bed was a four-poster with a dreamy white canopy, soft and cloudlike bedding scrunched up from however you left them. No one was running around frantic to make the bed, or straighten the blinds, or draw the curtains, it was just yours.

The check was cashed with little fuss, you tried not to cry about it. You dropped off the old house keys at Kylos office, along with your car keys, there was no need to keep the Porsche. You weren't living that life anymore, you could buy your own car now! And it would be yours, it was too hard to drive the gift everywhere.

Kylo told you to keep the car when he found the keys, but you ignored his messages. He wouldn’t understand why you wouldn’t keep it, but that was his problem.

You sighed into your couch, looking at the TV nestled next to the bay window. Imagining where you could squish more houseplants… you already had an abundance but it wouldn’t hurt.

Your phone began to vibrate on the coffee table, startling you as you scrambled towards it. Oh, it was Kylo, odd.

“Hey?”

“Hey.”

“Uh,” you stood from the floor, scratching your cheek as you walked. “What’s up?”

He cleared his throat, “I saw you got a place, wanted to drop off a housewarming gift.”

Your face scrunched, balancing the phone between your face and shoulder. Popping a potato chip in your mouth, “Why would you do that?”

A sigh, “Can you just buzz me in? I brought wine…”

“Whatever.”

Kylo came in with a tight smile, dressed in some black joggers and a gray t-shirt. He looked like he just rolled out of bed, not his typical look on a weekday. He held up a brown paper bag, Whole Foods on the label.

"You went to Whole Foods?" you raised a concerned brow.

"Nope," he set the bag on your kitchen table, eying the plants and crystals that littered your living room. A few magazines were strewn around on the surface, "I had my secretary do it."

You glared at him, which he noticed before shaking his head rapidly, "New secretary-not the old one. His name is Brady, he's very nice."

Kylo stood with his hands in his pockets, glancing in every direction as you approached the bag. Humming when you began pulling out the goodies he had, as promised there was a bottle of wine. Your favorite, along with a set of glasses.

A clear purple tinge, almost vintage looking. Some of your favorite fruit, he blushed when you held them up to his eyes. Mumbling how you never had enough of them in the past, and it was their season.

Now you were blushing, finding some red velvet cupcakes. Packaged beautifully, and a small vase in the shape of a kitty. You placed it on the table, looking at it over and over. Biting your lip as you waited for something to happen.

"I like your place," Kylo croaked out, "It's very bright."

You chuckled, "You're just used to your eyes straining from all the red and black decor."

He hummed, walking down your hallway. Glancing indoors that were left open until he made it to your bedroom. You heard him groan when he saw the white sheets and canopy, Kylo whistled for you.

Obediently, you pranced towards him, taken aback when he was sprawled on your mattress. Facedown with his face in your pillow, groaning like he was trying to wake up from a good dream.

"I fucking forgot how good you smelled," he moaned out, looking over at you lazily, "What would I have to do to get you to make out with me in here?"

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LOL, this was long, but I'll do a part three if you would enjoy the rest of their reunion.

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“Y/N,” your mother whispered amongst the bustle of women behind you, getting their dresses on and fixing the flowers in their hair.

You had zoned out for the millionth time it seemed, rubbing your little butterfly charm on your neck as a soothing mechanism, trying not to look at anything but the gorgeous afternoon out the bridal suite window.

“You okay honey?” she got down to your eye-level, looking at you in the mirror, as she smiled warmly, rubbing your hand in hers to comfort you in this time.

You looked over to her, a vision in your hair and makeup as you waited for your dress to be brought out, “mhmm,” nodding with little tears in the corner of your eyes, “just fine mom,” a huge smile gracing your features as she reassured you.

The emotions came in waves as you put your gown on, the butterflies in your stomach tingling as you surveyed yourself, the choruses of ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ faintly coming into your head as you gazed into the mirror.

You smoothed over the front of your dress, the nauseous feeling rising as you came to terms with what was about to happen in just thirty short minutes.

You wondered how he was feeling. Was he having second thoughts? Did he get up in the middle of the night after his bachelor party and book it to the next town over? Was he ready for all of this? Were you ready for it?

Your ring shined back at you in the mirror, the lace underneath your fingers feeling like sandpaper at the moment. The room cleared out, making sure to leave you to your thoughts for a few more minutes as you watched the people sit down outside, the floral arch wave quietly in the breeze, and the boys in their tuxes proceed out.

You caught a glimpse of him, coming to shake the minister’s hand, his brawny body looking ever so sleek in the suit as he rolled his shoulders out. His candid small talk to Ron, his toothy grin, the way his ravened hair contrasted with the sunlight. He was so perfect from here, and he was going to be yours in less than twenty minutes.

You held your bouquet tightly in your grip, running a hand absentmindedly down your midsection, smiling from ear to ear as you took in the reality of what was going to happen.

Your future was just a few yards away.

“Y/N,” your father’s low voice, caressed you as you turned to meet his misty-eyed stare, “you ready, butterfly?” the tears coming back as you cocked your head to the side.

His breath left him as he surveyed you, bringing you into the biggest hug he could possibly muster at the moment.

“Oh my sweet butterfly,” he whispered, kissing your cheek as he gripped your hand in his, “let’s spread those wings,” a pained chuckle leaving your chest as he looped his arm with yours.

You grabbed your train, inching out of the room and down the hallway.

Your breaths coming in as slow as you could make them while your heart pounded so loud the whole congregation must have heard it from the doors.

The cool mountain air hit both of you as did the music. You watched all of your procession from the edge of the forest. Patrice and Ron, some of your old high school and college friends, and his too.

Then it was your turn.

“Here she comes Z,” Ron elbowed him as he watched him take the deepest breath he’d ever witnessed.

He adjusted his tie, clearing his throat as he patiently waited for you. His mind running through a million scenarios as he stared the aisle down, all of them beginning and ending with you.

And there you came.

A beacon of white and ivory, the veil shrouding your crisp smile that was permanent across your face.

He let out a pained chuckle, the tears running down his face as he placed a hand over his mouth.

This wasn’t at all real to him. You were too perfect to be his forever. And yet here you were, walking towards him, reaching for him, and loving him through everything.

The exchange was simple and contrite, your father hugging you for the last time as his little girl, and placing your hand in Flip’s while he led you to your spot at the arch.

You finally got the courage to look up, the damn breaking as you saw his precious features grace you.

This was the happiest moment you’d ever felt.

After a few minutes of speaking, the minister motioned to you to give each other the vows you’d been saving for this occasion.

Flip, ever the gentleman, letting you go first, either as a good gesture or for the more realistic fact that you had been told through a spy that he had been up all night desperately writing his thoughts at the last second. Either way, it was sweet.

“Okay,” taking a deep breath to make as much eye contact as possible with him.

“My sweet cowboy… I don’t even know where to begin with all of this, let alone put my thoughts about you and what you mean to me on a small sheet of paper… But, I can say, as you are a man of few words yourself, that I have only experienced the truest love when I am with you. I wish I could explain your eyes, and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. How that smile of yours makes my heart skip a beat and how every single time I am with you, I am complete. You are perfect to me, Phil, and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know you’re worthy of a love like ours.”

His grin widened as you spoke to him, the tears streaming down his face as he laughed slightly in embarrassment.

“Well, fuck,” he cleared his throat, shaking as he grabbed a folded paper out from his pocket, “I don’t know how I’m gonna top that,” the crowd laughing at his sarcasm.

He took another breath, holding the shaking paper in his hand and the other gripping yours as tight as he could.

“Butterfly… I’m not great with writing long-drawn-out bullshit… And I don’t claim to be a poet in the slightest, but when it comes to you, I can’t come up with enough reasons not to tell you how much I love you. I am not perfect, by any means. I say stupid things. I laugh when I’m not supposed to. I have a multitude of scars left by experiences that have weighed heavily on me and who I am. I’m a little tightly wound, and a lot of the time, a grumpy asshole. But out of all the bad in my life, you have been the only constant. So, today, and from here on out, my promise, is to love you, and love you with my whole heart.”

He knew he got you. You could barely keep it together. The perma-smile, the mascara running down your cheeks that you tried to clean up. He knew you were extra emotional, and he knew writing this would send you over the edge regardless of the simplicity.

The rings were presented and placed just so on each other’s fingers, and the time to seal the deal was moments away.

“And now,” the minister looked to both of you, Flip tensing his hands on yours, “Phillip, you may kiss your bride.”

The veil couldn’t have been lifted faster, and his hands on your cheeks couldn’t have been quicker if he tried.

He gripped you as if he’d never see you again in his lifetime. The kiss so hard and so soft as you both melted into each other. The whole world seemed to pause and revel in the love that was shared at the moment.

The crowd got up and hollered for the two of you, the kiss only broken for you both to face them in total joy and relief.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Zimmerman,” both of your arms raising in cheer as the crowd went even wilder at the announcement.

Flowers were thrown as the two of you raced down the aisle, pats on the back, and tears of joy meeting you as you funneled your way to the suite to change into more comfortable reception wear.

Flip pulled you into the suite in a death grip, throwing your back against the wall as he slammed the door shut.

“Jesus, Phil,” you gasped, watching him cage you in with one arm as he loosened his tie with the other, pecking across your neck like a starved teenager.

“I’m sorry honey,” he paused looking at you with dark eyes and a devilish smile,” I just wanted to taste my wife without a crowd,” diving back in as you moaned pushing your body to meet his.

“Oh my G-g-say that again,” you whined, gripping his hair to pull him off of your pulse in a suction.

“Say what honey?” he cocked his head, running his hand from the wall to cup the back of your head, and the other to grip your hip in a fervor.

“Y-you know exactly w-what,” your fingers, fumbling with the zipper on his slacks, “Daddy.”

“Oh,” licking the inside of your mouth in a searing series of kisses, the breaths coming in hot and heavy as he hiked up your dress to reveal your bare cunt, “is my little wife being a slut tonight?” shoving two thick fingers into your weeping hole as they squelched from the built-up tension of not being together for more than twenty-four hours.

“I’m only making things easier for my husband,” smirking and clenching around him as he sucked more hickeys on the tops of your tits, “I’m being such a good wife, huh, cowboy,” fishing his hardened cock from its place to line it up with his hand blocking your entrance.

He removed his fingers, bringing them to your lips to watch you suck them clean, “such a good wife,” sheathing his cock deep into your cunt with a single thrust as your muffled moans echoed around his digits.

“God I love this p-pretty little c-cunt of m-mine,” he thrust in, feeling your walls close in on him, the wails sighs, and moans only egging on his dirty talk as he picked up the pace.

“I-I love this b-big dick of m-mine,” grabbing his white shirt in a death grip as he fucked you into the wall, the squelch of your pussy with every thrust as you both devoured each other.

“I-It’s all y-yours,” he cooed into your skin, licking a stripe from your collarbone to your earlobe, “f-forever.”

“G-g-god I love you, Phil,” holding onto him so hard, the combination of sweat and hot breath sending you into your release. The uncontrolled fire spreading through your bloodstream in a pleasured haze as his cock grazed your insides.

“Y-Y/N I-I love you s-so much b-butterfly,” he choked out, feeling your vibrating walls coat his dick in your sweet saccharine, the smell of your perfume emanating off your spent skin.

He couldn’t hold on. The feeling of you was overwhelming as his release came over him in a shroud of complete pleasure. His spend reaching every cavernous and occupied space he could reach within your body.

He thrust a few more times, slowly to make sure you were completely filled, your breaths coming in heaving as you surveyed each other in the aftermath.

“Y-you okay, h-honey?” he gulped, pushing his sweaty locks from his face to see you more clear, running a hand over your hot cheeks while you melting into his touch.

“I didn’t h-hurt you, d-di-,” you put a finger over his swollen lips.

“You didn’t hurt me at all,” you barely whispered, smiling from ear to ear as he rubbed the side of your cheek and brushed your lower stomach.

“Mmmm,” he brought you into a bear hug, kissing your forehead as he slowly untangled the veil from your ratted hair, “I love you,” whispering on your scalp as he felt your arms tighten on his waist.

“I love you too,” looking up from his now less heaving chest, removing his tie with ease and unbuttoning the top and first buttons of his white shirt, kissing his clammy skin.

“We’ve got a party to get to mama,” he pat your ass, a large smile falling over the both of you as you reached for the hairbrush on the vanity in the room.

“That we do, daddy,” the burning sensation in your lower stomach returning at the new pet name.

You covered your hand over it to feel the butterflies, your new husband coming to your side, wrapping a large arm around your waist behind you to place his hand over yours.

He kissed your cheek, your body melting into the back of his as he rubbed circles on your body, “let’s get outta here Mrs. Zimmerman,” he whispered slowly in your ear, “I wanna show my wife off.”

You chuckled, stilling his hand and grabbing it to have him lead you out the door, “let’s go then… Mr. Zimmerman,” stealing a quick kiss before the double doors opened up to the reception hall.

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Jude is trudging through the foggiest night around just to make it to the phone booth he had seen on his jog earlier in the day. Of course he couldn’t call you from his phone number, you’d know. He’s had to take so many precautions already. He’s driving you straight into his own arms. You’re everything he’s ever wanted. Ever since he laid eyes on you in that fun house line. Ever since he watched you eat that slice of cheesecake as you told him everything you probably shouldn’t have.

And when he finally gets there, he’s smiling as he locks himself inside. Taking a quick look around the area as he’s digging out quarters. No one is out this late. He’s alone. And he’s dialing your number, known to him by heart. His heart racing each chime of the line.

And you’re getting yourself ready for bed, still wrapped in a towel from your shower. Your skin is soft from the moisturizer you’d applied and you sit on the edge of your bed as your phone had been ringing. You see the unknown caller lighting up the screen and you answer quietly, “hello?” Your voice chimes.

And Jude wants to reply. He wants to talk to you, to hear you speak back. But he just breathes in and out through his nose, trying to calm himself down. And he hears you repeat the same, hello you had said moments before.

You pull the phone away from your ear to check if the line is still connected. And placing it back you can hear the deep breathing through the speakers. “I’m hanging up now.” You're a little shaken as you place your phone face down on the dresser. Your heart is racing. You’re getting up to check your window locks and the lock on your door.

Jude starts to panic when he hears you say those four words. But he doesn’t hear the line go dead at all. And he’s pushing more quarters into the slot. He can’t let you go right now. Not when he can hear you coming back into the room and rummaging around.

As you wash your face off in your en-suite, you take a few calming breaths. It was probably nothing. Just a prank call. You could carry on with your night and you’ll be just fine. Maybe you’ll grab yourself a glass of wine and sit down with that pretty glass toy you’d just received in the mail not too many days ago.

Jude knows you’re thinking now. He knows you’re wound up. Everything about the way your voice cracked, the way it was laced with fear, everything he needs to hear from you. He smiles to himself when he puts a few more quarters in, hearing the creak of your bed and the slide of your bedside drawer.

You place the glass of wine you’d gotten on your bedside table, the weight of a different glass item weighing down in your hand as you pair it with that little clit sucking vibe an ex had gifted you with years ago. You ditch the towel around your body and sigh happily as you settle in for the evening. Your adrenaline is still pumping just a bit from your early encounter and it takes everything in you to just take a sip of your wine and flick the vibe on.

Jude can hear the sound of vibrations through the phone. His heart is pounding as he feels himself swelling in his jeans. He’s breathing quietly, shoving another quarter into the slot. He’d had to be listening to you for going on at least thirty minutes at this point. And hearing those quiet moans you let out, he wonders if you’re using your fingers along with the vibe. Or if you’re thinking of his cock. His left hand is already working his jeans open as he takes an experimental glance around, confirming he was alone here.

And you’re certainly forgetting the entire experience as you press that pretty glass toy deeper into you. The vibe is pushing you closer and closer and you’re willing yourself not to cum just yet. You’re thinking of the first night you shared with Jude. How his hands ran over your body and could cover so much ground. How he nosed his way against your neck as he breathed heavily against your skin. How deep he could get that cock into you. And when you moan out Jude’s name, it’s music to the ears listening in on the phone.

Jude has got his hand in his boxers, squeezing his cock and biting his lip trying not to make a noise as his name tumbles from your lips. He’s pulling himself out of his jeans to get a proper grip around himself. He’s struggling as he tugs his cock in time with the breathing on your end of the phone.

You’re picturing Jude’s kisses, the heavy bruising he’s left against your skin, the hands that you absolutely adore. And your toes are curling as you clench around that pretty toy of yours. Letting an orgasm rush over you as you moan out Jude’s name yet again.

And Jude’s cumming on his own hand, huffing out as he does. His eyes are squeezed shut and he’s shakily trying to insert another quarter with his right hand, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder.

And as you gather your wits and clean yourself up from your endeavor, you grab your phone coming back to bed. And when you flip the screen over and see that the phone call has been going on for close to an hour now, your heart skips and falls into the pit of your stomach as you frantically try to end the call. And once you’re sure the call is ended, you’re pulling on pajamas and calling Jude’s cellphone.

Jude is wiping his hand on spare napkins he’d shoved in his coat pocket from his fast food dinner and he’s hanging up the phone once he knows the line is dead. He wishes he would’ve heard that pretty voice so close to him again. And he hears his cellphone ring. “Hello?” He smiles as he picks up.

“Jude?” Your voice sounds frantic. “I… Uhm… can you come over?” You ask softly. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“What happened?” Jude smiles to himself. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Someone called me today… it was just really strange…” you sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. “Please.”

“I’ll be there soon, love.” He says quietly as he hangs up. He’s not too far from your apartment, so he hangs around the booth for just a little longer before making his way to you.

And you’re checking the peephole when you hear a knock on your door, sighing in relief when you’re met with Jude’s face. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his coat. And you let him in, immediately bringing him into your embrace. “Thank you.”

“Hey, no need to thank me… let’s get you in bed.” He says softly, hanging his coat on the hook. And you both settle into your bed, your head on Jude’s chest. And his secret safe in his head, a knowing smile toying on his lips as he kisses the top of your head, listening to your quiet snores. Applauding himself for being so unrecognizable to you, that you’d truly never find him out.

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As sexy as it is to see Clyde heated like this, you're not the biggest fan of being told what to do. You casually fold your arms and roll your eyes, as if he's overreacting.

"Clyde, if this is about what I said, I-"

"I'm gettin' real tired of you sassin' me, Sugar." Clyde quickly interjects. His undereye throbs as he clenches his jaw before speaking deep and slow, "Now are ya gon be good for me 'n walk over there yourself, or am I gonna have to make it happen?"

You're tempted by his tone to misbehave. But you decide against it. Being a brat has already gotten you here- perhaps you shouldn't push it.

You nod at him while innocently batting your eyelashes. He gives an impatient nod to your body, prompting you to hurry up and strip. A familiar heat swirls in your gut as he intensely watches you undress.

When you're finally nude and bent over the desk, as per Clyde's command, he walks over to you.

"You tried to embarrass me, Darlin'. Tried to get me all worked up in front 'o the whole bar." Clyde scoffs as he teasingly runs his knuckles over your bare ass, the cool metal of his ring creating goosebumps over the soft flesh.

"I-I'm sorry," You stutter out, already getting turned on and worked up over this.

"Sorry for what- what'd you do? Tell me." Clyde flips his hand over so he can squeeze your ass in his palm. You let out a moan,

"I-I accidentally called you Daddy in front of other people."

SMACK.

You desperately clutch the opposite edge of Clyde’s desk as you cry out. You bite your lip, mindful of keeping quiet so that no one on the other side of the door can hear you. But, Clyde gives you a damn good spank, one that leaves a sting behind for a bit. 

"You called me Daddy. But you know damn well it wasn't on accident." Clyde rasps into your ear, his facial air and hot breath tickling the side of your face as he comes up behind you. "You've been naughty, Sugar. Now, I'm gon have to punish you."

Clyde bends at the knees and leans forward into you until he's got his chest pressed up against your back. He slides his hand over the desk to clutch the edge right beside yours. Then, he starts to roll his hips, parting your thighs with his clothed bulge and starting to grind up into your ass.

"C-Clyde!" You pant, the friction of denim against your bare flesh right where you need it most prompting your eyes to roll back.

"Hush now, Sugar. Daddy's workin'." 

You mewl, unable to stop the erotic sound from escaping you. Clyde lets it slide, only because he heard you close your throat at the tail end to silence yourself. 

Clyde rocks into you a little rougher now. You feel him growing harder by the second in his jeans, and you want to cry. He's so full and long but stuffed away in those deliciously tight black Levi's. You want his dick so bad, but he's not gonna give it to you.

It's a cruel punishment, but one you deserve. 

Clyde buries his face into the crook of your neck then bites down with a smirk. You gasp loudly once his sharp, crooked teeth sink into the soft and sensitive skin.

Your legs violently wobble and shake, begging to be held up by someone else as pleasure takes over your entire body.

Your left-hand reaches down to secure his elbow to your waist, tightening the embrace his shortened forearm has around you. Clyde releases the edge of the counter to place his massive hand over yours. He interlocks them, pushing his thick fingers between yours and curling them under your palm. Clyde has you fully pinned between his body and the desk.

"O-oh, Daddy~" You fawn. You feel so loved and safe like this, even though this is technically a punishment.

"That's right, Darlin'. Keep sayin' my name. Lemme hear all the pretty sounds ya got for me," Clyde is pants as he continues to hump more earnestly. His hips snap and rock in a beautiful rhythm, pounding into you until his thrusts start to sputter offbeat.

You hiccup out moans with each of Clyde's thrusts. You can feel a bruise coming on from where your abdomen repeatedly bumps against the edge of the desk, but all you can think about is how good Clyde feels. He's not even inside, but he's about to get you to cum just like this

You moan out his name over and over and over again. You also make sure to slip in "Daddy" after every other word as well. By the sound of Clyde's feral groans and growls, he's close to creaming in his pants. And fuck, you want it so bad- just as much as he does.

Clyde licks up your neck to just below your ear to grab your attention, and you turn your head over your shoulder for him. He immediately latches onto your lips with a hot kiss, and you moan into his mouth when you feel his tongue against yours.

Clyde pounds himself against you a few more times before he stills completely. His hips slowly push forward into you, and you can feel his throbbing cock through the denim as he spills his load right into his pants. You flutter against his softening bulge- your body is so used to milking his cock dry that it still tries to, even when there is nothing inside. 

Clyde chuckles as he pulls off your lips. He's careful not to step away from you too quickly so that you don't fall to the floor from your legs giving out.

"Awe, Sugar. Look at your little mess," Clyde looks down to the space on the hardwood floor between your legs and sees the puddle of arousal you've dripped onto it. 

"Clyde, please," You whine, tears threatening to roll because of how badly you need a proper orgasm. You push your ass back to his crotch again, desperate for him to give you your release.

"No need for a fit, Darlin'." Clyde smiles as he spins your body around then lifts you onto his desk to sit. He crouches down to nibble and kiss your inner thigh. As he works his way up to where you need him, he rasps, "Let Daddy help you now."

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Holy shit.

It's fucking hot in this building, why is he wearing all fucking black? Not like it's required when going to screamo concerts, he could've worn a dark gray. No one would know... no one cares about these fucking boots that have spikes on the shins.

Or this black leather vest, torn t-shirt.

Kylo's sweating and the main set hasn't even started.

Too many people around him, not enough to drink. He should've grabbed his stash from the car, these back alley concerts never had enough fucking booze. Plenty of coke though, he could do another line and be fine. Not like he was going home tonight, Leia wasn't home and she couldn't stop him anyway.

Shit.

That was loud, fuck.

Is the room spinning?

Oh.

That girl is looking at him.

Kylo took a deep breath, taking a sloppy drink from a flask he had stashed on his body. Ignoring his friends shaking his shoulder so he would pay attention to the lead vocalist, there was a girl looking at him.

A very interesting girl.

She was bald? Do girls go bald?

He's never seen a bald girl before, did she do it on purpose?

The flashing lights weren't enough to illuminate her other qualities, other than her shining scalp. And her piercing eyes, staring right into his soul, before turning back to the crowd. Screaming at the top of her lungs for the band to play more and more.

Kylo was mesmerized, feet taking him towards her without him telling them.

Just an arm's length away, he stretched a hand for her shoulder. All the blood thrumming through his veins now focused on touching her, was she soft?

"What are you doing, dude?"

Fuck, she was glaring at him.

Flinching away from his seeking hand, her lips pulled into a snarl. They were coated in lipstick, Jesus who was this chick? A few metal piercings decorated her face, a septum ring that Kylo was tempted to flick with his fat fingers.

He pulled back from her, mumbling something that couldn't be heard over the band's lead guitarist solo. She continued glaring at him, eyebrows furrowed in anger, now her friends were looking at him.

"I'm Kylo."

She squinted once more, looking him up and down before nodding stiffly. He barely heard her name fall from her luscious lips, those were going around his cock. Whether she liked it or not, but he would prefer her liking it. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, she had to be interested.

A little thing like her, Kylo moved closer, "That's a pretty name."

She nodded again, moving away from him. She smelled like weed, maybe he could bribe her into hanging out with him. Kylo had plenty of drug hookups if that was her thing, he closed in. Eyes flicking between the stage and the nape of her neck.

Usually, there was hair he could brush away with delicate fingertips. Just to get them to shiver a little before he placed kisses on their steaming skin. Not this time, instead he pressed his chest into her back. Shoulders touched his pecs, fuck.

She tensed a little, glaring over her shoulder at him. Rolling her heavily lined eyes before waving him off, Kylo brought a heavy hand to her waist.

Crop top.

Nice.

Her skin was slicked with sweat, slipping under his hand as it clamped below the hem of her top. She didn't flinch as much as he expected. Just continuing her yelling, slightly rocking her body back and forth.

Kylo bit back a moan when her ass grazed the from of his pants, grinding into him over and over. Small circles with her hips, she was getting carried away with the music. He could do that, Kylo wrapped his arm across her waist. Forearm locked across her front to keep her pinned to his torso.

She whined a bit but didn't say no.

Right hand on her other hip, he started rocking his hips with her own. Finding a rhythm together in a sea of people, her short skirt was riding up against his jeans. Belt buckle catching with the hem each time she ground down, Kylo slotted his left leg between her thighs.

Allowing her to rock against the length, rub her little panties against the grain.

That's what he wanted, and soon he felt the heat between her legs. Grinding in time with his movements, Kylo took the opportunity to place hot kisses against her neck. Lapping at the junction between her shoulder and ear, nice and salty.

She moaned.

"Fuck."

More-he needed to hear that more.

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"Shit-Kylo," she purred.

Legs splayed open in the back of his car, leather slipping under her heated skin. He had her pleated skirt flipped up, revealing some skimpy lacy underwear. Definitely snatching those, Kylo rubbed his thumbs at her jutting hip bones.

Fingering the skin as it slid over the notches, watching her shiver from his touch. People were still screaming and yelling around them, but after they started making out in the crowd-they needed someplace private before Kylo fucked her on the dirt.

He hooked a hand behind her left knee, hiking it high in the air. Bringing his opposite hand to her core, skimming the outline of her pussy lips with a rough finger. He pressed at her clit a few times, just to see how her face scrunched in pleasure.

Sweat-slicked brow furrowed with every "Uhg."

Kylo's leather jacket was under her head, belt buckle open, and fly unzipped. He thought about grabbing a condom from the glovebox, but it was a waste of time.

He could pull out, it couldn't be that hard.

She looked down at him, eyes wide and pleading. Kylo listened to her swallow thickly, flexing her hips towards his hands, "Touch me."

"Where do you want me to touch you," he teased.

Amused with her huff in annoyance. She bit her tongue, looking at the ceiling instead of his penetrating gaze, no matter. He wasn't wanting to eye fuck her all night, he had something else he wanted to stick his dick in and out of.

He feigned innocence, crooking his middle and pointer finger to pull away the gusset of her thong. Revealing her glistening folds to the dark air. The smell of her arousal causing him to groan obscenely, she was soaking. Filthy-filthy little whore, that's what she was.

Oh.

Kylo pried apart her lips, the hood hiding her clit pulling back enough to showcase something new. A shiny gem perched atop the apex of her folds, a beacon for his tongue to play with.

He growled at the sight, not thinking twice before diving down. Slurping up the gem and her clit along with it, pulling a high-pitched squeal from her throat. Her hands making their way into his wavy hair. She pressed hard, keeping him flush with her pussy, he wasn't planning on pulling away.

The taste of her sweet arousal better than any alcohol he had chugged. Kylo sucked in a deep breath, nose almost flush with her mound, before flicking his tongue across her nub.

Over and over and over.

Unrelenting in his pace. His hand abandoning the back of her knee to help open her lips. Desperate to taste the fountainhead of her juices, he fingered for her entrance. Moaning obscenely with her when he found it, hot and tight.

Barely able to worm in the tip of his middle finger. Kylo nudged her with his head, not wanting to leave her beautiful clit. But he needed to move her, the backseat wasn't big enough for her to lay down while he ate her.

"Up," he growled, staring at her with wild eyes. He studied her reaction, chest heaving. Kylo frowned at that, he couldn't see her breasts. He pushed with his free hand, knocking her head into the side door, ignoring her grunt in pain. "Take that off, show me your tits."

"But-"

Kylo thrust his finger into her, hard, "Now!"

She complied, after letting out a gasp in pleasure. Her walls clenched around his digit while she moved. Frantically tearing off her layers of black garments over the seat to the front. Decorating the stick-shift with her bra, maybe he would steal that too.

Kylo sat back on his haunches as best he could, ripping his hand from her pussy. He ignored her whining while he ripped her skirt and panties off. Hopefully, she didn't notice him pocket her thong, it was too dark for her to see anyway.

He heard her panting once he let her go, watching as her hands drifted towards her cunt to play with herself. "You too," she sing-songed. Kylo obliged her quickly, throwing off his t-shirt and tugging his too-tight jeans off as much as he could.

Didn't want to take off the boots, he didn't need to right now.

"Finger yourself," he barked. Wrapping his own fist around his cock, tugging like his life depended on it. She grinned at him, the white of her teeth shining in the flashing lights of the concert outside.

A soft yelp came next, followed by the wet slapping sound of her fucking herself. Kylo leaned in, three fingers. She stuffed three dainty fingers inside, he gathered spit in his mouth.

Not asking permission-just spitting on her fingers.

She froze for a moment, before gathering the liquid on her fingertips. Driving it back inside her heat, "You're disgusting."

Kylo nodded, "I am disgusting."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes."

Kylo picked up the pace along his length, squeezing tightly at the base. Wouldn't do him any good to blow his load too quick, she smirked at him. Kylo watched with a dry mouth as she pulled out of her pussy. Fingers glistening as she watched him.

Bringing them to her lips, he whined when she smeared her essence across the black kohl. Sucking them to the back of her throat, moaning obscenely at the taste. Kylo whined with her, she tasted delicious.

He let go of his cock, bobbing against his abdomen as he centered himself as best he could between her legs. Almost folding her in half in his desperation to pound her, she wiggled away from him a bit.

"No-no-no," he chided, slipping the tip between her folds, "You didn't come here to not get fucked."

"Kylo..."

"Think I can fit inside you?"

She whimpered, cunt clenching as he popped the head inside her, very tight. It would feel amazing around him, "Have you had someone as big as me before?"

She took a wet breath, "No-I haven't."

"My big dicks gonna ruin you," he choked, canting his hips towards hers. She wiggled again, movement constricting her cunt around his cock. Kylo hummed in approval, met with her silky wetness, coating him as he fucked in a few inches, pulling out, and thrust more.

"Ky," she croaked, he wrapped a paw around her throat. He didn't want to hear her voice. Only the sound of her cunt struggling to take him, and take him it did. Fitting him like a velvet stocking, wrapped around his muscle.

Kylo tightened his hold, watching as her eyes rolled back at the first pump of his hips. Slipping out of her with ease, she was a whore-probably lied about his dick size.

Something popped.

"Shit," he looked down quickly, the pressure around his dick was weird. Meeting a red-tinged wave of arousal along the length, circling him with rings of white. Oops-guess he was a little big.

No matter-damage is done.

Kylo pounded into her, sliding the bodies against the leather of his car. Her cries strangled by his palm, Kylo clasped his lips to hers. Savoring the way her tongue thrashed into his mouth while she fought for air. There was no way out, he had her on top and bottom, all she could do was take it.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling a moan in pleasure from his chest. Hitching a leg over the meat of his hip, her heels digging into his ass as he fucks her. The windows were fogging up from the heat he was exerting, suffocating the both of them in his desperation.

Kylo's lips traveled from her own, towards her chin, along the length of her jaw. Clenching and unclenching as she tried to breathe, he bit at her ear a few times. Thinking for a moment how easy it would be to rip out one of her earrings.

He did like the taste of blood.

Third date-third date Kylo.

"Oh," she clenched around him, just as his tongue grazed her scalp. Mhm, Kylo ran with it. Loving the feeling of her regrowth tickling his tongue, almost like sandpaper. Making out with her skin obscenely as he neared his release.

She threw her head back and forth, momentarily freeing her throat from his grip. Panting like a rabbit while letting out a bloodcurdling scream, Kylo moaned at it. The sound causing more arousal to shoot straight to his cock, balls tightening as he neared his finish.

"Fucking," she gasped, "You psycho! I couldn't breathe!"

He laughed, pumping his cock into her a few more times. Watching as she fought with the pleasure each drag his cock against her walls brought. He dropped a hand to her clit, twisting the gem out of the way so he could assault it.

"Cum for me," he panted, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Licking a stripe, there was fear there now. Tingling his tastebuds as he fucked, she whimpered out a pitiful no.

"Cum-cum on my cock, I know you want to."

Kylo leaned back, letting her upper body free from his caging limbs. A look of pure abandonment flashing across her eyes for a brief moment, sending shockwaves of pleasure to his chest. He wasn't leaving, he was right here, needing her to cum for him.

Her breath hitched with his, eyes squeezing shut while orgasm washed over the both of them. Buried to the hilt of her pussy while he came, fuck-pulling out.

He'd never fucked a girl without a condom, the feeling more addictive than any drug he'd tried.

Kylo would give anything to cum inside someone again.

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She scrambled out of his car as quick as she could.

He didn't understand why, he was nice.

Kissed her, ate her, danced with her, held her tight during sex.

That's what you're supposed to do, but she left with tears in her eyes. Yelling for him to leave her, he sat alone in the backseat. Trying to catch his breath, Kylo ran his fingers through his sweaty hair.

Piecing together the sequence to figure out what went wrong.

Kylo let out a long breath, shrugging in defeat.

Women were weird.

The next one wouldn't be so bad.

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