He propped his head up on his palm and slightly leaned his body over your laying form. Fuck he felt so big like this. Looking down at you, bicep and forearm tensed holding up his weight. His shoulders were so broad that in your squinted vision it felt like all you could see was his body. His abs and chest were being perfectly illuminated by the streetlight filtering through your crappy blinds that came with the apartment.

In your sleepy haze, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pretend you weren’t staring. Although your eyes were so heavy you wondered if they even looked like they were open. Adrian had started playing with the drawstring of your sleep shorts, his rough fingers skimming over your lower stomach every now and then, sparking goosebumps all over your body.

You tried blinking yourself out of your little spell, turning your attention to the fact that your boyfriend was wide awake at four in the morning.

“Is everything okay? Did somethin’ happen tonight?” You rasped, barely audible, but you know he heard you. You snaked your hand up his arm and behind his neck, scratching softly at his nape.

He tilted his head, effectively pinning your hand between his jaw and shoulder. He turned to talk directly into your palm, “Everything’s great, I stopped two muggings and found three assholes with overdue parking tickets just stuck to their windshields. I mean you’d think they’d hide their villainy at least a little bit from the public eye but hey, just makes my job easier y’know?,” he didn’t catch your slight grimace as his rambling created a wet patch on your palm.

“Wasn’t able to get Chris to come out with me tonight but that’s okay. Some old-school Vigilante solo-style butt-kicking is just what I needed I think,” he kissed your wrist and looked back up at your face.

You wiped your drooly palm on his chest with a quiet yuck, eyes lingering a little on the way his skin now shined in the light.

“So then what’s wrong baby?”

Adrian’s eyes flitted from your face to your chest to where he was still playing with your drawstring and then back to your face.

“Dunno, just one of those nights I guess,” something akin to self-consciousness seeped into his voice.

You furrowed your brow at him, “Okay, do you wanna go inside and watch something? We can try that new raspberry tea you brought me the other day,” your hands had moved down to his, tugging and playing with his fingers while you spoke.

He lolled his head side to side and made a small hmph before completely shifting his body to hover over yours. Your head was caged in by his forearms, his glasses now hanging dangerously low on his nose. You didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or the fact you could now smell his spearmint mouthwash but you were dizzy.

“But you’re so tired, what kind of man would I be if I made my gorgeous,” he kissed your shoulder, “sexy,” he kissed your jaw, “beautiful girlfriend get out of bed in the middle of the night?” He gave you two soft kisses on your mouth before diving in for a quick third peck as if he couldn’t get enough. “I would probably get into the Hall of Fame for Loser Boyfriends or something. Right next to those guys who still text their girl on Snapchat.”

You chuckled, the light movement grazing your lips against his. Your hands came up again to lightly scratch through the hair near his temples. Adrian looked so pleased that if he had a tail it would be wagging a mile a minute.

“What kind of woman would I be if I let my beautiful boyfriend lie awake at night?”

Adrian grinned with his teeth out. “Well I do have an idea that has been scientifically proven to help with sleep.”

You didn’t even need to ask, despite what he thought his face (and his body) were an open book that you had annotated quite thoroughly in your mind.

“Oh yeah? Scientifically proven by who?” You were struggling to keep your eyes open.

“The studies, duh?” He quirked an eyebrow up at you

“The studies? Right. You’ve been reading a lot of these ‘studies’, Casanova? All in the name of science?” You teased.

Adrian’s eyes were boring into yours, trying to figure out how into this you really were at this point. He decided to take his shot and slotted his mouth a little more intensely against yours than before.

Your arms moved to wrap around his head, practically becoming dead weight in your sleepy daze. He licked into your mouth and pressed the whole length of this body more firmly against yours. Being so tired made everything feel so good. You were on fire, completely melting in his arms. As you sucked his tongue into your mouth, you felt him growing and rubbing against your thigh.

When he pulled back both of your chests were heaving.

“Honestly I’ve been thinking about this since I noticed your nipple coming out of your shirt five minutes ago.” You looked down at your chest and your tank top had indeed moved down enough that your breast was spilling over the top. “Ugh you perv!” You lightly slapped his shoulder and pulled the fabric back up, eliciting a whine from the man above you.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, trying to focus your bleary vision. “Honey, you know I’d love to help you out, but I’m kinda running on fumes here,” you whispered apologetically.

Adrian sat up at this, thighs bracketing one of your legs, his knee dangerously close to your core.

“Okay”

“Okay?” You asked.

“Don’t do any of the work then. I’m more than capable of finding my way around.”

He softly picked up your hands and placed them beside your head on your pillow, kissing each wrist as he did so. He loosely laced his fingers with yours against the silk and bent at the waist again, bringing his face close to yours.

“See? You won’t even have to move.” His sudden gentleness was making your breathing pick up again.

He kissed you again, warm and a little wet. He then placed featherlight kisses on your eyelids,“You won’t even have to open your eyes if you don’t want, but you do know how much it turns me on when you look at me so do with that what you will.” Your eyes fluttered back open and you slightly raised an eyebrow at his statement. Your hooded gaze made Adrian involuntarily buck his hips against yours. Noted

His eyes were shining now, chin dipping down to start kissing you along your jaw. Although soft, Adrian was loud with everything he did, and the soft smacks of his lips against your skin were warming you up from the inside out.

He continued kissing down your throat, pausing where your shoulder created a delicate curve up to your neck. After a particularly breathy exhale from you he bit down, immediately soothing the burn with a slow and heavy lick—like he was stamping it into you.

His tongue didn’t stop there. Instead of kissing down and down like you thought he would, he licked up and up until he was back in your mouth. Your neck and shoulder were a mess, and you moaned around his tongue as the air of the room hit your wet skin.

Somewhere between licking your jaw and biting your bottom lip Adrian had started grinding against the mattress between your legs. He let go of your hands and with one fluid movement moved himself up on his arms. Now he was grinding into you, his worn out pajama bottoms doing nothing to hide the size and heat of him against your core.

And that’s when the noise began.

Adrian may have been earnest in wanting to let you fall asleep as he fucked into you, but the guy had serious volume control issues.

He was panting, whining, mumbling into your mouth. And neither of your pants had come off yet.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned when your hips bucked straight onto his dick.

He pulled away from your mouth after what felt like centuries—letting out a high-pitched sound of protest even though he chose to move. That was quickly replaced by incoherent rambling as he pushed your tank top up over your chest, nipples hardening in the cool air of your bedroom.

“Jesus Christ have you always smelled like this?” He was licking the valley between your tits, taking big inhales with his nose pressed firmly on your sternum.

“I mean seriously,” his hand groped at your chest, “I could fucking eat you.”

An almost violent shiver rippled through you. You weren’t sure if it was from the way he grazed his teeth on one of your nipples while tugging the other or from the way Adrian’s voice tremored with something raw and not a little dangerous.

He didn’t stop. The kissing and the licking and the biting all continued down your body. And so did his voice as it trailed further away from your ears.

“I should do this every night…oh god…never go on patrol again,”

“Quit both our jobs and die being sexed out freaks,”

“I can’t believe I get to touch you everywhere,”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,”

Your heavy breathing and slight whispers of Adrian had become the backing track to his delirious rambling.

He was rutting against you desperately now, continuing the motion as he shimmied himself down the bed to be face to face with your soaked sleep shorts.

Before you could even think about moving your hips up to take them off, Adrian had slid a hand under you and with barely any effort lifted your bottom half off the bed. Despite holding you up by, essentially, the palm of his hand he was steady (and extremely fast) in getting both your shorts and panties off.

He must be really craving it tonight, as he didn’t even make a show of taking a big whiff of your underwear and commenting on whatever color you had chosen that day.

His arms locked themselves around your thighs, broad shoulders keeping you open just enough to feel a delicious tingle in your legs. One of his hands slid up to grope and pull at your tits.

Without any of his usual attempts at a joke about getting to see “Her Majesty” again (a nickname he had given your vagina your second time sleeping together, making you laugh so hard you bucked your pelvis straight into his glasses) he laid his tongue flat against your slit and moved in one slow lick up to your clit.

The reaction from both of you was immediate. Your head thrashed to the side as a loud Oh! left your mouth. And Adrian moaned so hard at the taste of you his voice broke at the end of the lewd sound.

Adrian had pretty much two tried and true methods when it came to eating you out. His most common approach was a messy makeout with your pussy that left your sheets drenched and his glasses fogged up. But today he only gave you a few heavy licks up your cunt before latching onto your clit. Sucking and sucking and licking your clit in his mouth until your bottom half was uncontrollably heaving on and off the mattress.

It was like your body was trying to run, but if you could help it you would keep him down there forever. Adrian was good at giving head. To you. He had confessed that he had refused to do it in his few sexual experiences before you. He had deemed it an unnecessary step and an 'unrewarding health risk'. Then he went down on you in the backseat of the Sebring on your second date and well…something clicked in his jumbled brain.

You were melting, hips moving up and down against his face as your hands twisted the sheets around you.

Adrian had closed his eyes but you were giving him plenty of audio cues as to how good he was making you feel. With every breathy uh huh uh huh that came out of you, Adrian moaned out his own mm mm mhm against your cunt.

Just out of your line of sight, Adrian was still humping the mattress. It was bordering violence the way his hips were slamming against the plush of your bed.

The rhythm of his fucking into the bed and his thick fingers tweaking your nipple all on top of the ruthless attention he was giving your clit left you no match to the tightening coil in your lower stomach.

With a violent arch upward and a sharp cry you came undone all over Adrian’s face. You squirmed so hard against him that you think he hit his nose hard against your mound. You could check in with him later, the static at the edge of your vision made it hard to care about anything at the moment.

Adrian separated himself from your pussy with an extremely lewd and wet smack! You immediately whined at the loss of contact, body practically shivering with need and exhaustion.

“I know, I know—I’m sorry I’m sorry baby but please I have to put it in I have to please,” Adrian was all but whimpering. Back in your face again, he swiped at the sweat on your temple and held your jaw (a little tightly) in his hand.

“I almost came in my fucking pants like the first time like some fucking teenager please I need to go inside now please baby you’ll let me right? Not too tired yet? Give me a little more?”

Your breaths were mixing in the balmy air of the room as he pulled his flushed cock out of his pants without waiting for an answer. You were so tired and so fucked out already that all you could really muster anyway was wrapping your legs around his waist and beckoning him flush to your core.

When his leaking cock made contact with the folds of your pussy he let out a groan so guttural you thought he had come then and there. But Adrian was still willing himself to stay strong as he now murmured into your cheek, “Thank you—thank you baby…fuck. You’re my favorite person in the world. I can’t get you out of my head and—shit—”

He started to lift his torso up so he could get a good look at the two of you and slip himself in slow, but you were quick to grab at the back of his neck, keeping him in your space.

“Stay,” you mumbled, eyes half-open yet pleading. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving him no chance to move away.

Adrian looked at your face and bit his lip to keep himself together. “Okay I’ll stay. Of course I’ll stay. Anything you want, anything you want baby I’ll do it. I’ll fucking kill for you,” he grabbed the base of his cock and slid it into you with one smooth movement, “fuck me— I’ll fucking die for you.” And with that Adrian dropped his face into your neck and started thrusting in and out of you.

It was relatively slow compared to his usual pace, but in your molten lava state it was exactly what you wanted. Even if you knew Adrian was only doing it so he wouldn’t come undone after two pumps.

There didn’t seem to be a single inch of skin between you that wasn’t touching. You were struggling to stay awake at this point, and the haziness made everything feel even more intimate and sexy than it already was.

Adrian was on his forearms. One arm curled around your shoulder while the other moved until the pads of his fingers were circling your clit. You weren’t expecting him to still be so keyed into your pleasure, and the contact between his rough fingers and your already abused bud had you coming almost immediately.

Everything went white as Adrian grunted and bit into your neck, trying to let you ride through it without letting go of himself just yet.

You slowly came down from your high, bare chest heaving against his. He had now moved his arm back up and was clinging to you desperately. He had started going a little faster, for his sake now.

Even two orgasms in, even at the ass-crack of morning, even when your brain was screaming at you to just knock out, you wanted to make sure your man got what he earned for the night.

With a slight turn of your head, you slowly licked a line up the shell of Adrian’s ear and completely tipped him over the edge.

He stopped moving entirely, completely sheathed in you, and then his entire body gave one involuntary shiver. His breathing had changed into quick, whiny pants against your shoulder as he came undone in hot ropes inside you.

He stilled, forehead pressed down on the pillow above your shoulder while his mouth moved against your skin, incoherently talking himself through his high.

Only when he lifted his head to check on you did he realize the grip of your legs and arms had loosened around him. Your eyes were closed and your mouth parted as you breathed slowly and deeply. A small pleased sound came out of him as he smiled down at you.

He thought about waking you up to go shower or at least change the sheets, but he figured it was only a few hours until morning anyway.

He untangled himself from your hold and tried not to stare too hard at your sweaty and naked body before he had another problem to take care of. Picking up the shirt he had tossed earlier he cleaned you up slowly. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and decided to get a pair for you too. He slid them up your legs, your body so warm and pliant and—Okay he needed to focus on moving your tank top down and getting you under a blanket.

When he decided you both were settled he kissed your cheek a couple times before throwing his arm around your waist and snuggling his head into your pillow.

you sigh and follow him to his room and he pulls you in immediately, face finding your neck, arms around your waist, murmuring something about how warm you are and how nice you smell and how he’s been so miserable and you’re patting his back like he’s a large sick dog which is essentially what he is.

except then his hips shift against your thigh.

“dick.”

“sorry.” he doesn’t move.

“richard.”

“i’ve been sick for four days,” he says into your neck. “i’m so touch starved. you’re so warm. i can’t help it.”

and he starts pressing kisses to the curve of your neck, slow and lazy, murmuring about how salty your skin tastes, how you smell like your shea butter cream, humming against your throat like a man who is running entirely on desperation and god knows what else.

his hips rolling against your thigh, slow and mindless, and you feel it then. all of it. heavy and insistent and very very persistent.

you pull back and look at him.

“dick,” you say carefully. “how long have you been like this.”

“days,” he says miserably. “i’ve tried to— it’s not enough—”

“okay.” you sigh. reach down. tug at his waistband enough to get your hand around him and he makes a sound like you’ve saved his life.

“oh my god,” he breathes. “oh my god please please please don’t stop. please cure me—”

“i’m not curing you—”

“you are. you are. please.” he’s babbling, completely gone, face pressing into your chest, pawing at your tank top with shaky hands. “please i just— i need— please—”

you let him get the tank top. it’s fine. it’s whatever. and he latches on with an enthusiasm that would be flattering under different circumstances, rutting into your hand, making these wrecked desperate sounds that you’re going to need to never think about again.

“you taste so good,” he mumbles against your skin. “god i needed this—”

he comes all over your hand and the sheets and makes a sound like he’s been saved.

then you notice he’s still hard.

you stare at him.

he stares at you.

you look at the nightstand. at the little orange pill bottle. you pick it up.

it is not painkillers.

“dick.”

“i was sick,” he says. “i wasn’t reading properly. the pharmacist — it looked the same—”

“you have been taking viagra,” you say. “instead of painkillers.”

“it was an honest mistake—”

“you’re a dumb sick horny idiot.”

“yes,” he agrees immediately. “please help me.” he smiles giddily.

you stare at him for a long moment and swat his arm to which he huffs. and then you sigh the sigh of a very patient person and tug off his hoodie and the rest of your clothes and he looks at you with the eyes of a man who has never been more grateful for anything in his entire life.

you settle on top of him and tell him to sit up and he does, gripping your hips, groaning his head back as you take him in, and it’s— okay it’s good actually. really good. you’ve had a week. you deserve this.

you ride him until you come and he flips you over immediately, hooking your leg over his shoulder, thrusting deep and hitting that spot and you’re clenching around him and he’s getting close again and he opens his mouth—

“can i—”

you stare at him.

he does it anyway.

you feel it and your mouth drops open. “dick—”

“you’re on birth control,” he says immediately, slightly out of breath. “i’ve seen it on the bathroom counter. and it’s not like this is the first time we’ve—”

“a warning,” you say. “would have been nice.”

“i was going to ask—”

“you did not finish asking—”

“i started to ask,” he says. “that has to count for something.”

you stare at him. he looks back at you with the expression of a man who knows he is not entirely in the wrong and is absolutely going to use that.

and then he flips you over.

you make a sound of protest that neither of you takes seriously. he pushes back in and sets a pace that makes your brain go a little fuzzy and you grab the headboard and decide this is fine. this is completely fine.

somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware that you’re going to be sick in approximately two days. you can already feel it. the slight scratch at the back of your throat, the way his feverish skin has been pressed against yours for the last hour. you’re going to be completely miserable.

you decide to think about that later. right now you have more pressing things to attend to. literally. dick is pressing into you from behind.

Muscles pull and scream at you as you contort your body and manage you grab your phone by your fingertips. There's a moment where you nearly drop it and your stomach swoops with fear, but you manage to keep hold. From there you crane your neck, squashing uncomfortably into the cushion below in order to see your phone screen.

You mentally run through your options of who to call. It's late, which means Leota is probably asleep and Harcourt is likely at a bar. John is definitely awake but he started some new mmorpg recently and won't be aware enough of the real world to answer your call. There's a real 50/50 shot if Peacemaker is awake and even then, you don't want to hear his unfunny jokes about this for the next six months. That leaves you with one option, which is thankfully at the top of your scant contacts list. Adrian.

Vigilante is always awake at this time of night – either working a closing shift at Fennel Fields or out prowling the streets. You don't think he sleeps very much.

There's a certain level of mortification at calling the team's resident wild card for this, but in that way he's also the perfect person. With all that Adrian gets up to he may not even question this. You know Chris has certainly called on him for stranger. Calling him for this will be fine.

You manage to hit the call button and put him on speaker. Before you can even start to worry, Adrian answers the phone. Relief floods through you. Already one step closer to freedom.

"Hey, do you know the name of those trees that smell like cum in the spring?" Adrian asks as way of greeting.

Used to fielding random questions from him, you don't miss a beat. "Bradford pears. They attract pollinators that way."

"I knew I should have asked you sooner! You're so smart, Buttercup."

Your body flushes with embarrassment. Smart is the last thing you feel right now.

"Ade? I need you to come over and help me with something," you say before he can start asking follow-up questions.

"Yeah, okay. What do you need help with?"

Your throat gets tight. You want to say it; you should, given that he's going to come over and see your predicament anyway. Shame and something else stops the words from forming.

"You'll uh, you'll see when you get here. Just hurry please?"

"That's so cryptic. I hope you're not being held captive and being used to lure me in or something. Be there in five!" If only he knew how uncomfortably close his guess was.

The next five minutes are the longest in your life. You adjust yourself as much as you can, trying to make yourself comfortable alongside some last minute escape attempts. Maybe you'll manage a miraculous escape on your own and you can pretend like you need help hanging a shelf or something.

You don't.

In fact, you feel the rope dig into your wrists further, sure to leave some kind of mark behind. Now you'll be left with a reminder and something to hide for a week. At this point you'd rather die than have anyone else on the team find out about this. Hopefully you can bribe Adrian with something so that he'll never bring this up to anyone else.

Your back door creaks open, accompanied by the stomp of heavy boots. He's been out running around as Vigilante tonight. You ignore the flutter that erupts in your core.

"You should really lock your door. You never know who is going to- Woah!" Adrian's safety tips are brought to an abrupt halt as he walks further into your home and finds you in the living room.

The familiar sound of his sword unsheathing fills the air. "I was right!? Who's here? Where are they hiding?"

You can't actually see him from your current position, but you imagine Adrian twirling around defensively with his sword raised, looking for imaginary bad guys. You would laugh if the full reality of your situation wasn't settling in.

You're draped over the arm of your couch, legs and arms bound together. Your face is planted into the couch cushion, with your ass fully in the air and on display. This seemed like a great option while trying to disentangle yourself and you're now deeply regretting that choice. What is this going to look like once you tell him the truth? The thought of playing along with his assumption does pass your mind, but the potential fallout from that would be so much worse. Honesty it is.

"Adrian, Ade," you call, "There's no one here. No one tied me up."

You hear the sword slowly slide back into its sheath. Your vision suddenly fills with Adrian’s legs and then his face as he crouches next to the sofa.

He pulls his mask off, revealing tousled curls, bright green eyes, and a wide smile. He's quick to pull out his glasses and push them up his nose. "How did you get like this then?"

You close your eyes and shove your face into the couch. You can't do this. What is he going to think of you? You've spent weeks gaining his trust in your abilities, getting him to like you, and this is going to send it all crashing down. He only let you see his face a month ago.

"I did it to myself," you mumble into the polyester and foam.

"I didn't quite catch that," he says. There’s no teasing in his voice, which makes you feel nominally better.

"I did it to myself," you repeat more clearly. You still can't bare to look at him just yet.

Full body laughter rings out through the air, dousing your nervous system with white hot humiliation. You know Adrian well enough to know he isn't trying to be mean, but logic is having difficulty winning over emotion right now. You can't imagine he would ever end up in this situation. For all the awkwardness he possesses, he's extremely competent when it comes to his work as Vigilante.

Adrian’s hand suddenly lands on your shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. "Why would you- why did you do that?" He asks between guffaws. "Were you trying to prank me?"

His laughter abruptly ends, allowing you to answer. "No. I was practicing rope escapes but I fucked it up and now I'm stuck."

You risk a peek back over at Adrian. He seems to be deliberating this, looking you over and really taking it all in. Your heart is thudding in your chest.

"And you want me to help you?" He sounds shocked – like he can't believe that you would have called him to help. You don't need to walk him through your full thought process, but when it comes down to it, you do trust him the most to help you and not hold it over you. He might even want to hang out and watch a movie after you're untied.

"You were the first person I called."

His hand falls from your shoulder as he stands. You catch a glimpse of a serious expression falling over his features before he's back out of your line of sight.

You wish he'd say something more. Usually it's hard to get him to quiet down – thoughts falling from his mouth as soon as they enter his head. Whatever he's considering right now, he's making the choice to keep it to himself. There's no telling what he might do next.

A finger slips along the rope around your ankles, not working to loosen yet, but to instead inspect. You hope he's mapping out the knots and figuring out the easiest way to untangle the mess you created. Those thoughts flit out of your mind as you feel the heat of Adrian’s breath through your thin leggings. He's so close.

You hear the shuffle of boots and wait with anticipation as he starts examining the ties around your wrists. You feel like you might start melting from the inside out, waiting on bated breath for him to say something.

"If you had been trying to tie yourself up, I'd be really impressed. I don't know how you managed these behind your back," he comments.

"I don't know either," you admit. Obviously you wouldn't be laid out like this if you did.

Adrian leans forward, trying to get a better look at one of the knots. He makes no consideration to your current positions and ends up pushing his crotch directly into yours. Your leggings do almost nothing to dull the sensation. An embarrassingly needy moan takes you by surprise and slips past your lips, entirely unbidden. You both freeze.

Part of you hopes he didn't hear it. That somehow he'll just shrug his shoulders and go back to looking at the knots, figuring out how to best release you. As is par for the course today, you are not that lucky.

Adrian presses into you again, pulling out another moan. You start to scream at yourself internally. What the fuck is wrong with you? It hasn't been that long since your last hookup – three months, four, no, six – okay it has been a while but there's no reason to start acting like an animal in heat. It doesn't matter if you like his doofy smiles or the soft curves of his muscles. This isn't professional or appropriate.

Another press. Another moan. Christ, did he find some magic button that forces these out of you? Or is it something else that you've hardly let yourself consider?

"You didn't have to do all this if you just wanted me to fuck you, Buttercup," Adrian says, palming at your ass. The implications of that statement make your head spin. Is that something he's considered? And why are you getting wetter at the idea?

"I didn't- I wasn't-" Your protests are swallowed by another moan. Based on what you're feeling through the layers, you don't think Adrian is wearing any kind of cup.

"Okay yeah, you just happened to get tangled up in some ropes and call me for help," Adrian says sarcastically. "That's only the start of a million different porn videos."

He isn't wrong. This is exactly like some fucked up porn fantasy and yet here you are, genuinely caught and enjoying your current position despite the embarrassment.

You try to look back at Adrian. It’s tricky, but you manage to catch his eye. "I really didn't plan this, Ade. I need your help."

You watch Adrian’s disbelief fade with the sincerity of your words. Thank god. You thought you'd need to do a lot more convincing. He's usually an immovable force when he's made up his mind about something, no matter how ludicrous or untrue his determination is.

Adrian presses into you again and like a fucked up call and response, you moan once more. It feels good, but it's not enough. You're entirely caught between telling him to stop or telling him to continue. You don't know which is better or worse.

You watch as Adrian’s gloves fall to the floor beside the couch. Before you can ask what he's doing, you feel his fingers dip under your waistband. He gently starts pulling your leggings down until they're bunched around your knees. The cold air makes the damp spot at the center of your panties apparent. You hear his knees hit the floor as he kneels at your altar.

You don't know what to do. Your bonds are just as tight as they were when Adrian arrived, preventing you from doing anything to stop him. Is that even what you want?

"Ade, what-?"

"I just want to look. You don't mind, right? That's why you were moaning like that?"

You flush at the thought of the noises you were making moments ago. All of this is so unlike you. You're no prude but the way your body is reacting is almost foreign to you. Further thoughts are stopped as Adrian slowly presses at the center of your panties with a careful finger. There's no responding moan this time, but you both can feel the way your pussy flutters.

"Just a little peek, Buttercup."

"Adrian, please," you groan, unsure of what you're begging for.

You feel his hands at your waist again as this time he slips your panties down your legs. A new bevy of thoughts race through your mind. Does he like this? Does he like you? You've caught him staring at your tits a few times so you know he finds you at least somewhat attractive, but he stares at Peacemaker's muscles just as much so it's hard to know for certain. Does he think you're weird for obviously being into this? Are you weird for being into this? So much is happening so quickly that it's hard to keep up but as his hands glide back up the outside of your thighs, you know that you don't want him to stop.

His hands rest on your ass, kneading and then spreading your cheeks apart. You were already on display, but now you're really exposed. His gaze feels heavy. You're glad he can't see your face right now.

"Fuck, she's so pretty. I should have known because all of you is pretty," Adrian says and all rational thought pours out of your head. He can do whatever he wants so long as he keeps touching you and talking to you like that.

"I know I said I just wanted to look, but I-" he interrupts himself as he spreads the lips of your pussy apart. You clench down on nothing but the idea that he might go further.

His finger traces your entrance, dipping only his fingertip in before dragging it over your clit. You cry out from the sudden pressure, pleasure seeping into your veins. The ropes burn against your skin but you find that the pain has already dulled.

"You're so responsive," Adrian marvels, repeating the same motion.

You use what little movement you're capable of and push yourself backwards, making his finger slide deeper when he goes to do it a third time. Adrian’s groan mixes with your own.

"Can I- can I keep going?" His voice sounds about as broken as you feel.

You nod before realizing he can't see your head from this position. "Yes. Keep going, Ade."

It's all the encouragement he needs. He starts to finger you in earnest, not waiting long before sliding in a second. You can tell he's still staring just as intently, watching the way your cunt greedily accepts the pleasure he's giving you. He's stretching you out – scissoring slowly to where you aren't sure if it's for your benefit or his.

"She's drooling for me." The reverence in his voice eliminates any lingering shame. You're going to have to do a lot of self-reflection after this but for now you're happy to give in.

You didn't know you could feel this good. In an incredibly short amount of time Adrian has already learned your body in ways that past partners have taken months to. His fingers are thick, two doing the job that usually requires three of your own. He seems to know exactly when extra stimulation is needed or when to slow down. If you weren't feeling so pent up, you might be content to let him edge you for as long as he wanted.

"Please, Adrian. Fuck- I need to-" You don't try to hide the desperation in your voice.

"I got you, Buttercup."

True to his word, he doesn't make you wait. He finds the perfect rhythm, his thumb gliding over your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You're coming around his fingers in less than a minute.

Your moan of absolute pleasure becomes a small scream as his mouth replaces his fingers – intensifying the wave you were already riding. You attempt to reach for him in vain, arms unable to reach and his hands clamping around your legs to keep you from kicking backwards at him. Nonsensical babble is all that manages to fall from your lips.

The peak of your first orgasm wanes, but you can feel a second rapidly building. Adrian is eating you out like a man possessed. His tongue is everywhere. He hums into your pussy, clearly enjoying himself as he works to clean up the mess he helped create. You don't feel like you're getting any cleaner.

Adrian pulls your hips, pressing you close enough to feel his glasses frames pressing into your flesh. All you can do is squirm and moan. You wish you could touch him but the ropes are just as unforgiving as they were moments ago. Your feet lamely press against his stomach, entirely ineffectual.

His thumb finds your clit once again as his tongue pushes into you, making your second orgasm overwhelm your senses. If it weren’t for the broken way in which you cry out, he might have kept going.

As you come back down to earth, you feel the ropes around your ankles fall away. You kick your legs, grateful to have regained full motion. All things considered, they could be feeling far worse than the bit of stiffness that remains.

Adrian pops back into your line of sight. He brushes your hair out of your face and wipes away a track of tears. You hadn't even realized you'd been crying.

"Are you okay? Was that too much?" he asks. You could sob. What the fuck is going on? You're not really sure how to handle a sweet, caring Adrian that gives you mind-blowing orgasms. Especially not when all you expected was for him to release your bonds and maybe hang out for a while.

You shake your head no. Words are a struggle to find, but you manage. "No you were- that was phenomenal Adrian." He beams at you and you think his smile might be brighter than the sun.

"Do you want me to release your arms?"

You take stock of your body. For the most part, you feel incredible. Some of the strain you were feeling as been relieved with the release of your legs. Your arms ache from the position they're in, but they don't truly hurt. The position you're in is certainly awkward, but your body has grown mostly accustomed to your prone position.

"Can you grab that pillow?" You ask, looking to other end of the couch. Adrian grabs it quickly and tucks it under your head when you lift yourself up. You smile at him. "Perfect."

Adrian beams again and then disappears behind you. His fingers easily glide back inside your cunt.

"You feel so fucking good, Buttercup. You're like my own mini slip and slide." You'd take offense to that comparison if it weren't for the punched out way in which Adrian says it. It's harder to be mad when he really means it.

With the additional support from the pillow, you're able to look behind you without contorting your body into a painful position. The view you finally get to see is nothing short of beautiful. Adrian stands in his entire Vigilante suit, sans mask and gloves. If anyone else saw this, you can only imagine what they might say. The general public would likely be shocked, but your team would be shocked and appalled. Chris couldn't say much without being a hypocrite but that wouldn't stop him. Adrian swears as you clench around his fingers once more.

His cheeks are flushed a violent shade of red, curls hanging slightly more limp as he sweats. His eyes don't leave your pussy. It's like he's entranced by it – fascinated with how readily your body accepts and accommodates him.

His fingers reach the soft spot deep within you, causing your eyes to snap shut with pleasure. You pull at your binds, unable to do little more than squeeze your hand into a fist. The rope burns a little, but it's certainly not outweighing what Adrian is giving you.

You don't hear the zip or shuffle of Adrian’s pants. His pace doesn't falter as he exposes himself and takes his dick hand. Even if you were looking, you wouldn't quite be able to see how stiff he is or the smear of precum at the tip. He removes his hand from you, using your slick to ease the friction as he tugs at his cock. You whine at the loss.

Adrian shushes you gently, kicking your legs to be further apart. "It’s okay, I'm going to take care of you."

You're expecting the wet heat of his mouth to press against you again. Based on his prior enjoyment, you figure it only makes sense that he'd go in for seconds. Instead your body jolts as Adrian's dick taps against your cunt. The noise it makes is obscene, letting you know exactly how wet you are at this moment. You're really going to need to do that self-reflection later.

Adrian presses himself against you, gliding between your lips with ease. His moans fill the air. You wish you could bottle them and listen to them on repeat later. Before your thoughts can wander too far about the prospect of recording audio or video for later, you're brought back into the moment by the pressure of Adrian’s cock starting to press into you.

"Ade. We don't have a condom," you blurt out. How you even have the presence of mind to think about protection is a mystery. Some small remaining nerves bubbling up and out. The pressure doesn't dissipate.

"Don't worry, Buttercup. Just let me‐ I just want to put the tip in. That's okay, right? Want to feel the way you clench around it." His voice is so needy and sweet, you don't think you could deny him even if you truly wanted to.

You whine, unable to do anything other than take what Adrian gives you. You're powerless to stop him with your hands still bound. His spongy head pushes gently at your entrance. You do exactly as he wants – clenching involuntarily at the intrusion.

"Feel how greedy she is?" Adrian asks as he gently rocks his hips. You already feel empty when he slips out of you. "I can't leave her like this, Buttercup. She's pulling me in."

Adrian’s hips thrust a little harder, pushing the head of his cock back inside you. "What do you think? I don't want to be cruel."

He repeats the motion a few more times, turning you into a mewling mess beneath him. Even with the little bit he's given, you can feel exactly how thick he is. You tremble thinking about how this would feel if he hadn’t taken his time to stretch you out on his fingers.

Adrian pushes himself all the way inside you with a sharp snap of his hips. You get knocked forward from the sudden force, pulled back onto his cock as he guides your hips with his hands. You moan loudly, echoing the noises that got all of this started.

"Fuuuck. I'm sorry, Buttercup. I had- I had to. Shit. She felt so good on my fingers, I couldn't help myself. I had to know what this would feel like."

Adrian gives a couple slow experimental rolls of his hips, gauging what might make you moan and squeal the loudest. You can already feel more tears pricking at your eyes before he even finds his rhythm and starts thrusting.

There aren't any words left in your head to respond with. The squelch of your cunt says enough. All you know is the stretch of him inside you and the slight burn of the rope at your wrists. Everything else is inconsequential.

Adrian can't stop babbling. "Never felt a pussy this good before. You're fucking phenomenal, taking me so well. Can't believe you were all tied up for me like a perfect slutty present when I got here. Fuuck- I thought I was hallucinating. So good for me, letting me fuck this messy little pussy."

You've never felt like this before. You can think of nothing other than how Adrian feels, filling you up completely and without any hesitation. At some point he grabs hold of the ropes at your wrist, using them for leverage and somehow allowing him to sink deeper. The sound you make in response is one you've never produced before, begging him to keep going. His stream of compliments, encouragements, and filth floats past your ears – every other word actually managing to stick.

His hand wraps around to your front, fingers finding your clit, encouraging you to come again. It doesn't take much more. You're already sensitive from the first two and the drag of his cock filling you is exactly what you need.

As you come down from this high, there's a click and a slight tug and then your arms are falling to your sides. You look back to see Adrian tucking one of his knives back into one of his pockets. The ropes that your wrists had been caught up in lay in pieces over your back. Before you can say or do anything more than stare, still gasping for air, Adrian flips you around and pulls.

His arm wraps around your side, hauling your body up to properly meet his with ease. You sit precariously on the arm of the couch. Your arms are aching from being trapped so long but you force them to move – wrapping around Adrian’s shoulders to find stability. He pushes back inside you, hips now moving to reach his own end. One of your hands finds his hair and tugs on his curls.

You're finally able to look him in the eyes. They're glassy and his pupils are entirely blown out. He can't hold your stare, constantly distracted to look at the way he slides in and out of you. Your breaths mingle, lips brushing past each other but not quite kissing. You can tell he's close – the lack of a monologue making it obvious.

"Come for me, Adrian," you whisper. As if on command, his rhythm begins to stutter. You wrap your legs around him to keep him in place, ensuring that he spills inside you and nowhere else, concerns about protection long forgotten. Your lips gently meet his, marking your first kiss as Adrian fills you up. His religious use of chapstick has made his lips soft and his tongue slowly explores your mouth.

After a couple slow, lazy kisses he pulls out of you. You wince slightly, your cunt already wanting him to stretch you again. Adrian’s sweaty forehead presses against your own as he looks down where your bodies were joined. He groans as he notices his cum dripping out of you.

"Please don't tell me this is a dream," he murmurs. "And don't wake me up if it is."

You catch his lips with yours again, trying to impress upon him just how real this is. "Thank you," you say.

His face screws up, looking at you with confusion. It's incredibly endearing. "For what?"

You can't help but laugh before answering, "Everything? But mostly for helping me with the ropes. And the multiple orgasms." You watch Adrian’s face and neck flush red, as though he didn't just fuck you within an inch of your life.

"You never have to thank me for that, Buttercup. I'd give you orgasms all the time if I could."

You knock against his chestplate. "What do you say we go clean up?"

Adrian looks around the room. "I mean sure, but your living room isn't very messy. The rope won't take very long to pick up and-"

You cover his mouth with your hand. "I meant us Ade, taking a shower?"

His eyes widen and light with understanding. Now on the same page, he's thrilled by the prospect. You pull your hand away in surprise after Adrian's tongue darts against your palm.

"Gross!"

Adrian laughs. "You're literally full of my semen right now. How is licking your hand is gross?"

Jesus. You're going to have to get used to his bluntness quickly if you don't want to burn with embarrassment every time he says something like that so plainly. "It just is, Ade."

"Okay, Buttercup. Whatever you say." He's looking at you like you're the crazy one. Then again, you did get yourself trapped in rope and let your savior fuck you, so maybe you're both the crazy ones.

Harumasa isn't an idiot, of course, he keeps everything in a hidden folder within a hidden folder, accessible via a password only he knows. (He would give up any chance at living a long life to keep Sokaku as far away from his porn stash as possible). It's surprisingly well organized, coming from him at least. Categorized by type (picture and videos), who was topping, and which kinks you indulged in.

His personal favorites, though, are saved in a separate folder within those already existing folders. They're his go-to when he's feeling so very pent up at work and needs release fast enough that Yanagi won't come looking for him. Like right now, the phone under the desk and the volume just loud enough that only he could make it out by straining his ears. A little treat for his hard work today.

The first one starts out with shaky camera work -- you'd grabbed and started recording in a hurry like you realized this one would make good content for him. (You were right, as usual). The sun is peaking through the curtains of his dark apartment, and with the light, he can just barely make out his sleeping face. You pan the camera down, and one of your hands is gently tracing along his slowly hardening cock, already free and begging for you to suck it. It jumps in your hand as you rub the tip, and then all of a sudden the camera flips and he gets to see your face. You have eyebags under your eyes and your hair is sticking out in several places with little bruises littering your collarbones. Just how he likes you. Shuffling follows and the camera jerks around awkwardly until it rests on his abdomen and refocuses on you, dick still in hand and eyes blinking innocently at the camera.

You tap the tip against your cheek a few times, Harumasa's hips pressing up into your hand as you do so. You smile a little at him offscreen, and it's almost affectionate until you swallow him down in one go. What you can't fit in your mouth you fist with your hand, bobbing in a perfectly trained rhythm that he knows would have him seeing stars. His hips awkwardly jerk, but you take him so well that it doesn't even bother you. The camera shifts again as Harumasa himself begins to wake up. A confused, "Oh fuck," is moaned out in the background, just barely audible over the heavenly sound of you sucking and swallowing him up. Then, your eyes flutter up, right as a hand fists its way into your hair. The video cuts shortly after that, leaving the rest of it up to his impeccable memory.

The next one is a bit longer, and honestly humiliating for him, but he can't get enough of it. Again you're holding the camera, but this time he is awake. It starts with your hand on his ass, marked with the harsh imprint of your strikes, bright and red and sure to bruise (it did). You make sure to get a good angle of yourself pounding him into the sheets, the sounds of squelching mixed with incoherent babbling from him something sinful. You glide your hand over his bare back, camera following along, then tug on his fluffy black hair. He lets out a pathetic whine as you push the camera into his fucked out face. Cheeks red, drool dripping down his chin, eyes watery and unfocused. It's all he can do to answer you when you finally ask, "You were a good boy today, weren't you Harumasa? Tell the camera how good you were today."

"Yessss, 'm a very good boy~" He hiccups out through your harsh thrusts.

You coo at him, pressing a little kiss to his cheek which gets him smiling like a moron in the video, "You know what good boys get to do, right?"

He visibly jolts in the frame, right as you wrap your pretty fingers around his swollen cock just out of frame. A whorish moan leaves his mouth as you pick up the pace, determined to make him cum. His whole face twists in pleasure as he cries out your name, releasing all over your fingers and the sheets. The camera flips, and you're giggling as you spread the covered hand playfully for the camera. "Such a good boy~" You hum, and the video cuts as you begin sucking each finger clean.

The last one he has, which is the only one where he's holding the camera, is his personal favorite. You're in the Section 6 office, legs spread out and perched wobbly on the arms of his desk chair. Miyabi, Yanagi, and Sokaku were all out for lunch and you'd been so sweet to bring him the one he'd 'accidentally' forgotten at home. His pace was fast and rough as he slammed into you. He preferred taking things slow, but even he had to admit he liked the thrill of a quicky in such an open area. One hand comes down to hold your thigh at a different angle, and you let out the squeakiest excuse for his name he'd ever heard. "I thought you didn't want them to see you like this... you're awfully contradictory~" He teases from behind the camera, not that you have it in you to do anything but whine at him. "What would Miyabi think of you..." He tuts, "and poor Tsukishiro might have a heart attack... how shameless can you be?"

He zooms in on your face, head thrown back and mouth stuck wide open with empty gasps just begging to become moans. Your body shakes as his thrusts become less fast and more rough, skin slapping against skin in the quiet office on the very desk he was scrolling through his phone. He can see his name form on your lips.

"Harumasa," Came Yanagi's voice instead, he jumps, quickly locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket, "I understand paperwork is boring, but scrolling on your phone is-"

"Unacceptable, I know," He sighs, "I'm getting to it I promise. Just... right after a quick bathroom break, okay?"

He's up and gone before she can respond, already deciding which video he should watch to fix his little issue. Oh! Or he could ask you for a new one right now, it'd been a minute since he'd gotten you masturbating.

Lighter Lorenz

Lighter didn't get the appeal of it at first. Why would he settle for videos and pictures when the real thing was so much better? Just didn't make sense to him, but sure, he'd let you do what you want. You were damn adorable with how excited you got when he said yes to another video or picture.

It wasn't until an extended period of time away from you that he realized how badly he was missing out. He was horny and you were too far away to do anything about it and no matter what he imagined he could not get off for the life of him. So, he caves and asks you to send one of those videos you'd made. It was probably the fastest he'd cum by himself since getting with you.

Lighter admits defeat, you were right, those videos are something else. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but close enough when he needed it. He's very selective about what does and does not get filmed though. There are some moments he wants to keep just between the two of you, no cameras or anything like that. However, once he gets into it he really gets into it, and those videos are cinema for amateur pornstars.

He keeps the videos and pictures in an unlabeled folder on his phone, not nearly as meticulous about hiding it as Harumasa or Seth might be. He didn't have the risk factor, the girls wouldn't go through his phone without asking first, and he wasn't careless enough to leave it out for others to dig through its contents. He also wasn't stupid enough to look through his little stash with others around, always waiting until he was completely isolated to look.

You were out for the night doing something or another for someone, too kind for your own good, leaving only Lighter and his hand to keep his dick company. He clicks open the folder, smiling to himself when he's met with pretty pictures of you.

He scrolls a bit, then clicks on a more recently recorded one. The camera is focused on your stomach, just low enough that he can see the flared red tip of his dick teasing your swollen clit. A deep chuckle sounds from behind the camera, followed by a grumpy little whine from you. He takes the hint, sliding his tip down and slowly dipping it into your drooling cunt. You let out the cutest squeal as he stretches you out, his hips angling up so his cock presses against your tummy.

The camera zooms in on the outline of his tip, pressing just below your navel. You babble something incoherent, and Lighter hums like it's the most interesting thing in the world. His calloused hand comes into view, tracing the outline with a low hiss. "Fuck, you feel me inside baby?" You mumble something out again, a much smaller hand sliding under his. He presses down as you trace a finger over him, and a whorish moan leaves your mouth. He ruts himself into you, hand pressing down so both of you could feel just how deep inside he was. Your body trembles with each hard thrust, and the camera work gets shakier and shakier the louder Lighter gets until it stops altogether after an annoyed groan — literally thrown across the room so he could focus more on you.

The next one he picks among a sea of delicacies is an older one, one of the first he'd agreed to make with you. The camera is set up on the nightstand, angled nicely so he could see your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips up into yours. You're wearing his scarf around your neck, and you look like sex incarnate hopping up and down on him.

His veiny hands grab at your hips, guiding each movement with careful precision. You're leaned back, head thrown to the sky as you call his name like a mantra. Each thrust makes your voice peak a little higher, the only thing louder being the slap of wet skin on skin. One particularly rough thrust has you keening, falling forward to press your sweaty face to his just out of frame. He can see your hips roll desperately into his own for all of a few seconds before his hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up so he can bully his cock into your abused pussy. The whole bed shakes as the headboard slams into the wall, the camera tumbling to the ground forgotten as it records your brainless sobs over the sound of his brutal pace. A weird habit he’s noticed consistently in these videos.

He's close, he can feel it, as he strokes himself a little faster. Just needed the perfect thing to push him over the edge. He taps one of your personal favorites, citing it as 'the most fun' for you to film. In it, he is holding the camera down, you're kneeling between his legs, head resting on his thigh as your deft fingers play with his member. You smile up at him, sliding the bead of precum around the tip like a game.

He's huge in your hand, and it's a miracle you manage to fit your slim fingers around his fat cock. Slowly stroking down, then back up, your thumb sure to run over that vein that made his toes curl. You keep a steady pace, teasing him with the sweetest grin on your face.

"Feelin' good baby?" You purr up at him, amused at what is likely a very red faced Lighter.

There's an audible swallow, and the camera shakes as he answers, "Real good. Takin' good care 'f me."

You giggle, satisfied with the answer enough to lean down and start sucking on his balls. Your other hand scraped against his thigh, the muscles beneath tensing at the sensation. The sound of your sucking, mixed in with his little whimpers has him cumming prematurely, not that it stops him from fucking his hand through his orgasm. The video continues on like that, you teasing him to the edge and denying him his orgasm like a monster. Unlike then, he had quiet the mess to clean up now.

He thinks better of just cleaning it up, though. Instead snapping a quick picture and sending it to you with a little, 'Miss you.'

Seth Lowell

Seth is an incredibly polite, considerate, sweetheart who would never in a million years dream of asking to record you during sex. He might just be the most vanilla guy in all of New Eirdu, and recording seems... a little violating of your privacy. It's not something he considers an option.

Until one day, after a very long week where you and Seth hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours thanks to his work schedule. He's lying in the dorms, texting you about mundane tasks when you throw out how much you miss him. He obviously misses you too, and says so. You ask him if he would like to see how much you miss him, and the sweet thing he is the undertone goes right over his head. He expects a picture of you maybe pouting, doing something you would typically do together by yourself.

When he opens it he's greeted by you, two fingers deep in your own cunt, pretty juices glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom -- oh god is that his shirt you're wearing? He short circuits, literally just staring slack-jawed at the phone for god knows how long until one of his buddies comes in and starts poking fun at him. He slams the phone down, and he makes it home in record time. That was all the convincing he needed from you to record your (rather basic) sexual escapades.

Seth does not save the videos, ever. They're all in your text chain, pinned there for easy access, but he refuses to keep them in his album. Way too risky for him with his family and his coworkers and... well... knowing himself. They're really only there for you, he doesn't have any free time to watch them and get off. He does, however like watching them when he's alone in the dorms for the night. Just a nice reminder of what he'll be doing next time he sees you.

Like this one, where the camera is pointed down on him, red-faced and teary-eyed as you ride him like no tomorrow. His chest is littered with little purple love bites, and your fingers splay out across them as you roll your hips deliciously against him. He whimpers in the video, shying away from the camera. The hand on his chest reaches over to flick his already too-hard nipple, twisting it a little. A giggle bubbles out of your chest when he keens.

"You like it when I ride you, don't you Seth...?" You coo, tracing your fingers over to the other nipple to give it attention. He nods with a whine, biting back his moans. You pinch him harshly as punishment, "Use your words."

He sighs, humiliated at the degradation, but swallows his pride and responds, "Yes Mommy."

He grimaces at his own voice, quickly closing out of the video to find something a little less... vocal. He settles on one where the camera is pointed down, you're wearing pretty blue lingerie. In this one, he's between your legs, ears flattened back as he gives you little kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The rough texture of his tongue makes your legs twitch, nearly closing on him, but fighting themselves back open.

He looks up to the camera, or more so past it, to look at you just begging for approval. Your hand comes into the frame, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly. He lights up, taking the sign as his chance to swallow you down. He dives in like a kitten into milk, slurping and sucking with your hand guiding his movements. Your little sighs of approval get his tail curling up in the air behind him. Your little happy kitty, servicing you like the queen you are. “Good boy~” You coo so sweetly, and his tail twitches excitedly behind him.

He smiles fondly at the phone, was it weird to find it more cute than hot. Maybe he was too lovestruck. It didn't matter too much to him as he found one that you had favorited in the chat. He... didn't remember this one at all from the thumbnail, it got him curious.

The first thing he's greeted by is you face down in the sheets, his pale hand pushing your head into the pillows. Then he hears the wet slapping of skin, the camera following down to show where he was fucking you from behind. His entire abdomen is literally shimmering with a mix of your and his cum, the sticky white substance quite literally all over your back and his hands now that he was looking.

This was... he can't believe he had the mental capacity to think to record himself fucking you during his heat. His cock stirs in his pants, but he's too curious to stop watching before he screws himself over too much. The camera shifts as he leans over you, giving it a perfect view as he bites into the back of your neck. Your face is stained with tears, and your mouth is wide open with pleasure -- no sound escaped though, and Seth realizes that he'd fucked your throat raw in this video.

"Gonna fuck you full of my kits, wanna make you a real Mommy. That's okay, right? You wanna have my babies too don't you?" his rough voice mumbles into your skin, and you only nod in response, too fucked out to really do anything else.

He thinks the video will end there, but instead, the camera pulls up again as Seth pulls out. A broken, muted wail leaves you at the loss, but Seth ignores it in favor of recording your used pussy. Globs of cum leak out of it, down your thighs, and Seth's nimble fingers scoop it up and shove it back inside like in a trance. He clicks his phone off at that, way too flustered at the sight.

fem!dio brando who when she's horny, she keeps you in bed for hours, making you finger her and touch her until she comes five different times. She has stamina for hours and it drives you insane most of the times.

fem!dio brando who, four days a month, allows you to be the center of her attention. Only when you're on your period. She keeps tracks of the cycle, the moons and your mood swings, and when the day reaches, she has a gorgeous white lingerie set that insists you on staining.

fem!dio brando who ties your hands and feet to the bed, keeping you those four days at her mercy, for her to take you whenever she wanted.

fem!dio brando who inspects your pussy first, making sure you haven't touched yourself in all month. She spreads your pussy lips slowly, coating her fingers with the blood, tasting it. That's the main reason she keeps you, your blood, your sweet period blood tastes wonders to her.

fem!dio brando who presses down your clit to see how responsive you are, your hips twitch at the lightest pressure, making her laugh. Then she circles your entrance, you're already clenching around nothing.

fem!dio brando who spanks your pussy once, "Stop doing that, you'll spill out the blood." You whine at her hit, but you obey her, doing your best to be still.

fem!dio brando who circles your entrance before pushing one finger in, checking the tightness of your hole, reaching as deep as she can with her long and slim fingers. You're trembling just for that, thighs shaking as her nail hits your cervix. She hums under her breath, you're as tight as the last time she fingered you, which is perfect. "You've been a good girl for me," she says, pulling your her finger, that's now covered in your blood, she takes it all in her mouth.

fem!dio brando who, after a whole month of using you, finally rewards you (even though it's still for her own pleasure) leaning in and sealing her lips around your clit. She rough, scraping the hood with her teeth as she sucks and licks it mindlessly, you grip the sheets, knowing that you aren't allowed to touch her in these moments.

fem!dio brando who stops paying attention to your clit and moves to your entrance, sucking there to get all of your blood on her mouth. She puts her weirdly long tongue inside of you, slurping your red liquid while your moans fill the room. She's not slow, she's been waiting for this the whole month, she's needy too even if she doesn't accept it. All the horniness from before is just the way she handles how much she needs you.

fem!dio brando who makes you cum with just the relentless pace of her tongue at least three times in a row. Your taste drives her so insane that you cannot do anything to push her from it, she's stick to it. She's so pussydrunk that isn't hearing your pretty whines and moans anymore, she doesn't even care if you've came or not, the only thing she wants is to take all your period blood.

fem!dio brando who looks up at you when you're finally dry of blood for this round. She knows that in a few hours you'll be back spilling her favorite drink and she's gonna keep you tucked by her side to not miss it.

fem!dio brando who cleans the sweat accumulated in your your body, forehead and below your breasts specifically. "How many times did I make you come, darling?" Her voice is sweeter than ever, dabbing the cloth around your body, cleaning your armpits and inner thighs from sweat. "I-I don't know, four... maybe?" you tell her, your voice is rasped and low, you don't have the energy to talk louder. "That's good, darling. Now rest and maybe next time you'll get five."

fem!dio brando who never leaves the room in those four days, she feeds you high iron foods, big glasses of water so you're blood flows easily out of you.

fem!dio brando who lays on her side next to you, head propped on her head as she stares down at you, her hand tickling your belly until she reaches your wet folds, keeping a finger inside of you so she can feel the blood when it reaches her.

fem!dio brando who eats you out slowly the next time, now that her hunger toned down, she can take her time to savor every drop of your taste, twirling her tongue around your clit as her fingers work inside of you to get out all of the possible blood.

fem!dio brando who listens you more this time. "Di-Dio nghh! I'm close s'close!" She hears you whine, your face sinking on the pillow. She keeps the pace, flicking your clit with her tongue and her fingers making their way inside of you.

fem!dio brando who keeps her promise and makes you cum five times that round.

fem!dio brando who keeps increasing the number of orgasms each day, when you reach the last day, you doubt you are a person anymore. Your whole body is marked from her strong grips and her hickeys, you pussy is red and puffy, you can't even tell your cum and her saliva apart.

fem!dio brando who ends every cycle with a fierce kiss, exploring your mouth with her tongue until you're breathless.

fem!dio brando who unties you, rubbing your red wrists and ankles, letting you have a bath as long as you need it, with a nice clean outfit hanged at the door.

fem!dio brando who lets you lay on her chest that night, her arms cradling you and letting you rest, promising you that next month she'll turn you into a vampire so you could be together forever.