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It's always a rollercoaster of an experience when you're with Jade—you just can't get a read on what he's thinking! It shouldn't have came as a surprise to you that he suggested to be on the receiving end this time around.

“If you're that worried, you may back out.” Jade's cool voice echoed in the empty bedroom, sounding extremely confident for someone who has a finger shoved inside him. You looked back up at him with a small pout as he dismissed your concerns yet again. For some reason, he was insistent that you use the strap-on he has gifted you for your anniversary.

Your fingers curled against his walls, catching him off guard before adding a second finger. “Hmph, as if you'd let me leave this room.” The fingers inside him thrusted deeper and then pressed down on that bundle of nerves. Jade gripped the sheets below him as his back arched up, whining dramatically as you focused solely on his prostate. Genuinely, what is his problem, acting like he was in some porno?

He reached for your hand, trying to get you to slow down. A sly smirk appeared on his lips—he must've had something else in mind in case things didn't go his way. “Ah, you truly kn—nghh! know me so well…” Jade shifted underneath you, forcing your fingers out of him before repositioninh himself onto all fours. You barely had time to react when he arched his back, spreading his legs and proudly showing off his ass. “I can always tie you up and let you watch me ride that toy of yours~”

Well, the merman really knew how to annoy you. With a sigh, you gave his ass a quick slap before adjusting yourself right in front of it. “Whatever, you won't enjoy it as much.” Your hands spread his cheeks apart before leaning in and giving it a soft lick.

You could feel Jade tense, his body dropping on the pillows as he felt the wet muscle. Seeing how positively he reacted, your actions grew eager, pushing your tongue into the tight ring of muscle before happily eating him out. His body has now failed to support him, his chest dropping onto the mattress while your hands kept his hips still.

Your hand slowly crept towards his neglected cock, giving it a few pumps before matching it to the pace of your tongue. The dual stimulation left him confused and overwhelmed. Jade didn't know where he should focus! His hips struggled to choose whether he should thrust into your hand or push your tongue deeper inside him.

By now, the merman was a panting mess. With just your hands and tongue, you were able to reduce him to such a state. His earlier confidence was now gone as he solely focused on the pleasure you were giving him.

Jade's movements became erratic, chasing your tongue and hand as he tried to reach his orgasm. Recently, he has been a brat and refused to tell you when he's about to come—claiming a surprise is always better. It annoyed you since you couldn't edge him, but it did come with a perk! Because of this attitude, you have learned how his body reacts whenever he's close. Although it wasn't always right…

Jade kept his lips pursed yet the way his body trembled was enough to tell you he was close. You let your thumb swipe over the tip of his cock before pressing down on it, effectively preventing his climax. He let out a quiet noise of protest, pushing his body to look at you. A quick kiss to his throbbing hole and you leaned back, sticking your tongue out just to annoy him.

Unfortunately, Jade isn't one to get pissed. He simply took your actions as another challenge. “Tired already?” He panted out, already reaching for a vibrator from your bedside drawer. You were quick to drag him back to you, spreading his legs to accommodate yourself.

“Nah, can't leave my pretty princess unsatisfied.”

Your words felt mocking and yet, he was unable to process it as you began to push the plastic cock inside him. Despite all the preparation you have done (plus the ones he did himself), he was still so fucking tight. Afterall that work, he was barely loose!

Jade wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you down into a searing kiss. He needs to distract himself, but he must admit, the burn from the stretch was only adding to his pleasure. And of course, you knew this was barely anything for him. You grabbed one of his legs and placed it over your shoulder and began to thrust into him. He didn't need to be fussed over—if anything, he liked it when you get rough with him.

There was no one who would ever go against Jade. To have someone treat him so roughly? Truly, it was just a fraction of his sick fantasies.

Jade broke away from the kiss when you angled your hips to hit his prostate directly and repeatedly. Your goal wasn't only to prolong this, but to also have him come as many times as you want.

“Hey, princess, you need to come for me…”

Your voice was far too steady for his liking. Jade was already slurring his words and here you were, demanding him with so much confidence. His hands reached for your back, leaving long bright red scratches on it. He may not be able to give you pleasure as of that moment, but he will leave his mark on you, one way or another.

“Mm, fuck! I-I won't orgasm just fr—mmph! from this…”

What a liar.

Jade wasn't slick either. Of course he won't buy an ordinary dildo. Your hands fumbled a little before finding that little button and pushed on it. Your hips buried the plastic cock deep and let the faux cum fill him up.

He wasn't even prepared for it at all. The feeling of the liquid gushing inside him triggered his own release, cum painting his stomach and some of it even landing on his chest. His body trembled at the aftershocks—letting the last few squirts of cum drip onto his skin. He laid exhausted and bewildered by your discovery.

You pulled out, watching his fake release drip down to the bedsheets. A low whistle left your lips at the sight, clearly proud of your work. “Jeez, didn't know you liked this kind of thing.”

“Mhm… Do try and get me pregnant next time.”

Riddle seriously did not know when this started. He can't pinpoint when he started feeling aroused whenever certain things happen.

Just the other day, you simply walked past him, and his body started to heat up! The familiar sweet smell that followed you had him pulling you to some empty classroom. Seriously, what was wrong with him?!

It doesn't even stop there. Whenever he would do his homework, he'd fidget uncomfortably. It was probably because you conditioned his body to anticipate pleasure after finishing his work—receiving all kinds of rewards for being such a hard-working boy.

And it so happened there was work due tomorrow. He has been at it for hours now! Riddle can't seem to finish it, his mind drifting to the ache between his legs. He has tried everything—jerking off, fingering himself; he even humped a pillow, but nothing was working!

His hands trembled as he reached for his phone, trying to dial your number while he continued to grind against his pillow. Fuck, why was your line busy?! He needs you now! Please pick up…

Just as he was about to cry out of frustration, he heard your voice. His body immediately straightening to beg for you.

“A-are you busy?” He was a coward. Riddle can't ask you out right to fuck him! It was improper…

“Just working on my essay. I'm almost finished, anyway. What's up?”

Sevens, you were so casual to the point that it was frustrating. He needed you to pin him down on the bed and use him however you wanted. Get the hint already!

“Mm, me too. I might n-need some assistance, however…”

Was it a lame excuse? Didn't matter. All that matters is that you come to his room now.

“Uh, yeah sure. Give me a moment.”

“Please hurry..!” Riddle immediately dropped the call, hoping you didn't hear the last part.

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You were already familiar with the dorm, easily finding your way towards his room. You knew to knock first before coming in; announcing your presence was a must to him. Although it surprised you that he didn't answer back. And so, you decided to just step inside—Riddle was probably too busy to even hear yo…

Oh.

That is… unexpected.

You didn't know Riddle had it in him to fuck a pillow? And he looks really good while doing it? Holy fuck???

He doesn't even realize you were there. He was mindlessly grinding on the pillow, muttering curses out of frustration. “You're having fun without me.” A playful pout was on your features as you walked towards him, arranging his chair to sit directly in front of him.

His movements stopped as he finally looked your way, his heart dropping at the sight of your smug attitude. “I… Please, I can't focus. I need release…” His whines filled the room, body arching towards you to tempt you to touch him.

“Mm, I want to watch you some more. If you impress me, I might help you.”

Riddle protested—you are the meanest person he has ever met! How could you force him to continue this torture?! Truly the worst person in this world!

Despite the boiling frustration, he obliged, moving his hips at a desperate pace. His head hung low, hands gripping the sheets below him and hoping this would please you enough.

“Riddle, look at me.”

His body obeyed immediately, head lifting up to meet your gaze. His cock twitched at the attention he was receiving—you were looking so intensely at him. He could practically feel your hands on him. His eyes rolled back at the thought of your touch, wanting it more than anything else.

“Please, I can't take it anymore! I—mmph! I need you…”

You could tell he was on the verge of tears. He must've been at this for hours now, poor thing. Well, you should reward him, right?

You stood up, pulling your pants and underwear down. “Come here, baby.” And come he did. Riddle almost stumbled as he made his way towards you, hugging you by your waist. Your arms wrapped his neck, pulling him towards your chest as you slightly adjusted your position.

“Can I? Please, been so good for you…” He barely did anything for you, but you'll let it slide for now. Your hand reached in between your bodies, aligning his cock to your entrance before letting it sink inside.

Riddle practically melted once he felt you clench around him, groaning on your chest before pressing kisses onto it. His arms around your waist tightened as he started to thrust up, eyes rolling back every time your cunt swallowed his cock.

It wasn't a secret that he was sensitive. It was easy to make the red rose tyrant come. Praise, a few simple touches—you can even just watch him, and he'll come! So it wasn't a surprise that he was already trembling and getting sloppy with his thrusts. Sigh, you must train his stamina next!

Your hands reached to cup his face, making him look directly into your eyes. “Wanna come, baby?” He loved when your voice gets so soft despite the situation. Riddle could only whine, forcing himself to not break eye contact with you.

Unfortunately, you captured his lips in a messy kiss, fingers tangling into his red hair to deepen it. His eyes rolled back to the point only white could be seen as his body convulsed. His hands gripped your ass, hoping to stabilize himself as he came inside you. It felt like forever until the last drop of cum was inside you. At this point, he was breathless, holding onto you for dear life.

His body slowly slumped towards the floor, utterly exhausted from that. You were right there, supporting him as he sat on the floor to regain his composure. “Thank you…” His eyes drifted to your thighs, his cum dripping.

Without thinking, Riddle pushed you down onto the carpeted floor and situated himself in between your thighs. However, you were quick to stop him, your hand gripping his hair to pull him away.

“Huh? But you always let m—”

“Uh uh, you haven't finished your essay, remember? Do that first and then you can eat me out.”

He was already someone who enjoyed doing his work, but this really gave him a boost of motivation!

It was the usual for the two of you—just hanging out in his room while he played his games. You weren't one for those online strategy games, finding them a hassle to play. Thankfully, Idia never pushed you to play!

It did, however, stir some sort of jealousy inside you while you watched him enjoy his time with some randos from the internet. Your eyes glared at him and then at his PC, wishing a blackout would happen so he could focus on you instead.

Focus only on you…

Oh!

Jeez, how could you forget how easy this man was for your touch?

“Idia.” You called out, testing the waters to see if he could hear you from those god-awful headphones. His eyes remained on the screen, spouting some nonsense to his teammates.

Slowly, you stood up and made your way towards him. Idia still hasn't noticed anything—not even when you were standing behind him. Your hands creeped to his shoulders, making him jolt and look for the culprit. “Wha—?!” Once he saw you, he tried questioning you but was only forced to look back on his screen.

Your hand kept him firmly in place as you crept to his side. You leaned closer, moving his headphones to the side to whisper in his ear. “Focus on your game.” How contradictory. You wanted his attention, and now, you're forcing him to ignore you?

Despite the nagging urge to look back at you, Idia gulped and shakily returned to playing. It was hard to focus. Your hands roamed his body, even going as far as sliding into the inside of his shirt. Idia had to suppress a whine, becoming all too aware of his unmuted mic.

Your actions grew bolder—sliding yourself in between his legs and pulling down his pants. Idia could feel your hands on his bare thighs, and yet he didn't look down. For some reason, his body followed your command. His eyes should not leave the screen until you told him to.

Idia sucked in a moan when your lips kissed his clothed erection. He could barely hold onto the mouse, his hands darting to hover over your head. Fuck, he shouldn't… He needs to focus on the game.

Your kisses grew insistent—mouthing the outline of his cock before sucking on it lightly. His hands kept going back and forth from his keyboard to your head, as if he were stopping himself from touching you. Idia was such a good boy. Perhaps you should reward him.

You shifted your body until you could sit comfortably on his lap, effectively blocking his view. Idia wanted to scream at you. Why were you doing this while he was in the middle of a game?! Not to mention, his mic was literally on! Whatever your reason was, he was going to get back at you after this.

He adjusted himself until his face was on your shoulder, his eyes still glued on the screen. You lifted yourself slightly, pulling his cock out as you rubbed it against your soaked panties. His eyes rolled back, biting down on your shoulder to stop his whimpers. Idia has dreamt about this—getting his cock rubbed against your panties until he comes… but can you do it after the fucking game?!

Your free hand reached to move his headphone once again, giving his ear little nibbles and moaning quietly directly into it. You were seriously doing this on purpose. You knew Idia couldn't keep his voice down. He can't even focus to turn off his mic!

Finally, you pushed your panties aside and slowly sank down on his cock. Idia's body stilled as he bit down harder, tearing your skin and drawing blood. He can't be quiet; have some mercy on him. However, you stopped. You didn't move and just sat there. What the fuck was actually wrong with you?

Idia thrusts up, urging you to move even just a little. You ignored him, settling to nuzzle against his neck. He was going to lose it. You were so warm and tight, but it wasn't enough! You can't start something and give up halfway!

His fingers stilled on his keyboard, suddenly flexing before he losing his mind. All he wanted now was for you to move—to fuck him senseless while his teammates listened in. He wanted them to hear just how good you make him feel, something they can never experience.

After much hesitation, Idia's hand settled on your back as he adjusted your position into something more comfortable. “Please… just fuck me already…” His quiet pleas almost made you listen to him. But no, you had a vision.

“Sheesh… They'll hear you.”

“I li-literally can't focus on anything but y-your pussy... come on, fucking mo—hng!—move!"

He whined louder, both arms now wrapped around you as he pleaded for you to move. Idia buried his face into your chest, his headphones now idly sitting on his head while he tried to fuck himself onto your cunt.

Your hand reached to pinch his nipple, a warning to get him to stop. “Ow! What the fu—”

“Your teammates are hearing how pathetic you are now. Do you really not care?” You harshly scolded him, twisting his nipple more to get your point across. Although all that did was make him moan louder. Idia has no shame. He was begging so loudly that you were the one embarrassed for him.

You quickly grabbed his face, forcing his mouth open and taking a hold of his tongue. “You were glued to this damn computer, and now, you're begging for me? Even if others hear you?!" Your face twisted in disgust before spitting directly into his mouth, making him shiver as he felt it slide onto his tongue.

Idia groaned as you let go of his tongue, hands settling on your hips. “I'll do anything! You can fuck me in t-the ass, choke me, to-torture my balls, fuck, I'll even let you use that sounding rod—just fuck me!”

Your grin grew wider as he listed the things you can do to him; it was practically a list of his own kinks. You won this time. You got his attention and even had the chance to humiliate him in front of those randos.

“You better not forget that, Idia.” You lifted your hips until the tip was barely in and slammed back down until you felt him hit your womb. The room was filled with moans and pleas as he finally focused on you.

Thank fuck he muted his mic before he lost his mind. He will NEVER be caught begging by anyone, trust.

It took you by surprise when Deuce suddenly suggested you wear a blindfold during sex. You knew he was doing his pen research to please you, but wasn't this a bit… new for him? Well, if it was something he wanted to try, you were more than happy to indulge him!

“And please, please use our safeword when things are too much.” You could tell he was worried from his tone alone. Deuce would never do anything to hurt you or would even know how to, so having a safeword was not necessary; nonetheless, you appreciated it.

His hands worked slowly against your body, fingers tracing along the exposed skin. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in the way the lingerie hugged your body. “Stop worrying, baby, I can handle whatever you have in mind.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you shifted on the bed, trying to be comfortable under him.

He acknowledged your words and proceeded to trail kisses along your neck down to your chest. His touch felt hotter—maybe it was because you couldn't see him and predict what he would do next; you weren't too sure. You could feel the callus on his hands as he palmed your tits, squeezing it before sucking on it through your lacy bra.

Your body instinctively arches to his touch, wanting more than simple kisses. While Deuce has been learning ways to pleasure you, he was still moving too slow for your liking. And so, you let your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer, silently telling him what you need.

“Mm? No, not yet. I still have to prep you…” With how wet you were, you definitely didn't need that. A whiny protest left your lips, grinding on his erection to make him get the hint. His hands gripped your hips and forced them to stay on the mattress. “Don't be like that. I want to please you, but you need to wait.”

Despite the whiny tone of his voice, it held an air of authority. Such a simple action made you realize that Deuce was slowly getting used to being in control. You wondered how he'd handle a situation where you wouldn't listen. Would he give in like he usually would, or would he put up a fight?

For the fun of it, you wriggled out of his grip and wrapped your legs tighter around him. A soft moan leaving your lips at the friction, which didn't last long as he forced you to stay still once more. “St-stop that…”

You could hear his resolve slowly crumble. Even if you couldn't see, you knew he was struggling to keep himself together. A loud sigh echoed in the room before you could feel him separate from you. You could hear him leave the bed and rummage through one of your drawers. You sat up, curious as to what was happening. Did you push too far that it turned him off?

You reached to remove the blindfold; however, Deuce was quick to stop you, gripping your wrist and pushing it away. “I didn't say you could do that, right?"

Oh? Where did this sudden surge of confidence come from?

Without fighting it, you lay back down, suppressing the smirk threatening to appear on your features. Deuce settled back in between your legs, slowly taking off your panties in the process. He leaned down to press a kiss on the inside of your thighs, his hand settling on your stomach before pressing down.

Every kiss served to make you wetter. At this point, you were probably dripping onto the covers. When you felt him pull away, your hips almost chased after him. “Baby, don't stop now, please…” The anticipation was killing you. It didn't dawn on you that Deuce was already aligning himself upon your entrance.

“I'll make you feel good, okay?”

You knew that. He didn't have to say it. But it certainly acted as a warning—his cock pushing into your plush walls before you could even react. Your body arched towards him, hands gripping his bicep to help you calm down.

Having such a large cock shoved inside you was certainly enough to make you speechless and tear up a little. The stretch burnt in a good way. You let out a soft cry as Deuce grinded slowly inside you, pushing his dick deeper. “Sorry, sorry… It will feel better, I promise.”

And by better, he meant placing a vibrator directly against your clit to make you forget about the pain.

The sudden pleasure made you thrash under him, your arms wrapping around him and scratching his back. Sevens, it was too much. You could feel the tip of his cock touching your womb, and the vibrations just add more to it!

“Fuck, Deu—! Co-comin—”

You could barely finish your sentence when your orgasm came crashing down. A loud whimper escaping your lips as you clenched around his cock. Deuce didn't stop. He kept pressing the vibrator against your clit to push you even further. “Wa-wait! Too much, ple—mmph!” He wasn't that mean. He quickly removed the vibrator off you and threw it somewhere in the room. His hands held your waist as he pulled your hips up.

“I made you come so it's your turn to make me come…”

The dirtiness of his words was overshadowed by his innocent tone. You felt him pull out until the tip was barely in before slamming back inside. Your hand found its way to cover your mouth, preventing you from screaming any louder. “I learnt that from you, mommy.”

The way he said it felt mocking. Maybe he didn't mean for it to come out like that, but his overall aura has changed. The previously shy and timid Deuce was now taking what he wanted from you.

He kept repeating his actions—each time becoming harsher and faster. His cock was hitting far too deep inside; your tears stained the cloth on your eyes. Once again, you felt his hand on your stomach, pressing down on it for whatever reason.

“Fuck, that's me…”

Deuce stopped for a moment; the bulge on your stomach was prominent… His palm pressed down on it before pulling out and thrusting back in. The action surprised you, hands scrambling to hold onto something as another climax washed over you. Such a simple action made you tremble uncontrollably that it started to humiliate you.

Deuce watched with fascination—the way you cried and writhed under him was beautiful. The way you tightened around him, almost like you didn't want him to pull out, triggered his own release. It wasn't as intense as before, but it was certainly satisfying.

He collapsed on top of you, letting his cock soften inside you as the two of you tried to catch your breath. It didn't take long before Deuce sat back up to spread your legs apart, watching his cum drip out of your pussy.

“I saw in some videos where it leaks out a lot… Should I come more inside you?”

Oh boy.

It was supposed to be a normal night. The three of you were too worn out to do anything else but collapse on your king-size bed. The two snuggled beside you—Deuce burying his face into your nape while Ace settled on your chest. Ah, you wished it were always this peaceful.

At some point during the night, Ace woke up. He really tried to get back to sleep, but something is bothering him! He took a peek at your sleeping figure—hugging Deuce in a loose embrace with your back turned to Ace. Ever the needy boyfriend, he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You were facing him before you slept, and now you were all over Deuce. Ace can't believe he was being petty over something you did in your sleep. Nonetheless, he scooted closer, burying his face into your hair and inhaling that familiar shampoo. He didn't even realize when his hips began to rut against yours. Slowly and desperately, he rocked the bed gently, but not enough to wake you up.

His breathing grew ragged, lips trailing kisses along your nape to wake you up. Sevens, it was wrong that he was humping you in your sleep—he needs you to wake up and fuck him. “Come on… Wake up, you idiot.” His movements became rougher, trying to get more friction to his aching cock. Ace grew impatient; you were a light sleeper, so why the fuck were you still asleep?!

In another attempt to wake you, his hands traveled underneath your shirt, cupping your tits and giving them a squeeze. A surprised hum left your lips, one which encouraged him to continue. His fingers played and pinched your nipples while his hips continued to grind against your ass. Every movement got him a low moan, but it wasn't enough.

His fingers fumbled to pull his shorts and underwear down, letting his leaking cock spring free. “Wake up already…” He whined against your ear as he gave himself a few strokes before pressing his cock against your clothed ass. Thank fuck you only wore panties when you slept; it made everything so much easier for him.

Ace wasn't a complete degenerate. He slipped his cock in between your thighs, thrusting slowly as squirts of precum coated the plush flesh. At this point, he wasn't even trying to be quiet. He even wished Deuce would wake up and see what was happening! But before that, he needs you to wake first.

How the fuck were you still asleep?! Ace was practically screaming in your ear, not to mention he was literally thrusting between your thighs! “Fuck, please… I need yo—mmph!” His eyes rolled back when he felt your thighs tighten around hi—wait, what?

“Ace?”

Your whispered words snapped him from his daze, immediately clinging to you as he fucked your thighs faster. “Oh m—finally! Please, wanna be i-inside you… Let me fu-fuck you now.” His hand traveled lower, slipping into your panties to play with your clit.

A soft gasp escaped your lips when he pressed down against it. What the hell is wrong with him? Deuce was literally beside them, asleep, and he wants to have sex now?

“Can't ev—nngh! even wait until morning…” You breathed out, clamping your thighs tighter to tease him. Ace has some nerve to try and fuck you during your slumber.

His fingers only moved faster as you tightened around him; the attention on your clit now moved towards your core. Ace pushed two fingers in, the wet slick of your cunt making it easy for him to thrust his fingers. “Want you now, need yo-your pussy, please…” His free hand tried to pull at your panties, only to be stopped when you grabbed them. Does he really think he can get away that easily?

“Tsk, do you deserve that? You want my thighs, right? Come on it then.”

A loud whine left his lips, a protest to your demand. He wants to come inside you! Why are you making this difficult for him? “Fuck y-you… I was trying to be ni-nice and wait for yo—”

“Come on my thighs, or you sleep on the couch?”

That instantly got him to shut up, thrusting faster to reach his orgasm. The precum that coated your thighs paired with the fingers thrusting inside you created disgustingly loud squelching sounds. Deuce was bound to wake up if this continues. Whatever, as long as he got what he wanted, it didn't matter.

“Feel so good! Tig—mm, fuck! Tighter, please!” He still has the nerve to demand that? Despite your annoyance, you obliged, squeezing your thighs together. You could tell Ace was at his breaking point. His hands were sloppily thrusting inside you, trying to make you reach your climax as well.

“Shut u-up! You're too fucki—mmph! loud.”

You had to bury your face into Deuce's chest as Ace slammed against your ass, his cock throbbing in-between your thighs. His fingers stilled inside you as you felt him bite down on your shoulder. You could feel him tremble behind you, his hips slowing down from his previously crazed pace. Your eyes looked down, a mess of cum on your thighs, and some even landed on Deuce's clothes.

Ace calmed down, pulling himself away from you. Before you could even breathe out a sigh, Ace grabbed you by your waist and maneuvered you to hover over Deuce. You tried to move away in panic, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep, but a pair of strong hands firmly gripped your hips.

“Tsk, already woke up?”

“You're loud, and the bed was shaking.”

You watch Deuce slowly open his eyes, giving you an apologetic smile. “You were awake this whole time..?” You asked slowly, guilty for being a disturbance.

“Not really, just a few minutes of it.” Deuce pressed a quick peck on your cheek. “Mind giving me some attention too?”

“Hey! Get in line, Deucey! I got dibs on her pussy.”

“Shut up! It's my turn now!”

Oh good, now they're arguing. This will be a long and tiring night…

You knew it would be difficult to maintain a relationship with a busy man like Ruggie. Even though he has tried time and time again to give you just a bit of attention, there would be something that would suddenly come up!

And so, you decided to become something he can't look away from anymore. Somehow, you managed to get a job at the place where he part times. Ruggie didn't mind—although he does question the legitimacy of it...

No matter where he went, you would he right beside him. You two were practically inseparable that it started to affect his work! His manager even complained that if this goes on, he might have to let Ruggie go. Now, he can't lose a job! Whatever shall the hyena do?

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You don't even know why Ruggie was dragging you all of the sudden. You were just chatting his ear of during inventory and now, he's angrily mumbling something while his grip on your arm tightened. Ugh, can't he be a bit more gently?!

“Ruggie, what's going on? Let my arm go!” Even as you protest, his ears only twitched in annoyance before throwing you inside the cramped supply closet. Before you could even process what was happening, Ruggie has already locked the door behind him and took a hold of your throat.

He pushed you onto the wall, tightening the grip he had on yout neck. Your hands grabbed his wrist, trying to get him to stop before the air in your lungs run out.

“Don’ resist, sweetheart. Ya want my attention? Here you go.”

His words was the opposite of his actions. The sly smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know. You stopped resisting the moment you felt his knee slip in between your legs, pressing onto your clothed core. You must admit; despite the fear you felt from earlier, you can't deny the fact that it aroused you.

Ruggie was rarely rough on you—always showering you with affection despite his mischievous nature. “Mm! ‘m not resisting… You're not even hurting me.” You tried to taunt him, wanting to see just how far you could push his patience.

He let an eyebrow raise at your words before grinning wickedly. The hyena spun your body around, pressing your chest onto the cold wall of the dim supply closer. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he made your body arch, your hips almost pushing onto him while he held your hand behind your back.

“I don't wanna hurt you, princess… But I can release my stress on you.”

His free hand snaked under your skirt, pulling your already soaked panties on to your ankles. Ruggie let out a whistle at the sight—your pussy glistening with want and clenching around nothing. “Seriously? That made you this wet…” He let his finger drag along your folds before roughly pushing two fingers in.

The sudden intrusion made you whine, crying at the rough pace he set. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his fingers scissoring you open before pressing down on that spot. You had to bit down on your lip to prevent yourself from screaming. The two of you were still in a somewhat private area—anyone could walk by and hear the filthy noises from inside.

“Ru-ruggie, plea—! Slowe.. shit!” Despite your pleas, he thrust his fingers faster, the squelching sound getting louder as you approached your orgasm.

“Nah, you don't have a say in this.”

A low chuckle escaped him as he watched your cunt greedily swallow his fingers. Ruggie knew you were close—he could tell from how much you were clenching around his fingers. Your shrill whines were his signal to abruptly pull his fingers out and slap your dripping pussy. “Mmph?! He—!” You tried to turn your head to protest, but he was able to push your face onto the wall, preventing you from scolding him.

“No complainin’, princess. ‘m already giving you what you want.” With a sinister laugh, Ruggie thrust his whole length into you. When did he even have time to whip his cock out?! Does it really matter though now that he's pounding into you…

The hyena didn't even let you adjust, slamming his hips into you with urgency that you didn't know existed in him. Every thrust had you moaning louder, completely forgetting where you are at the moment. All you could think about was his cock and how deep he was in you.

You barely registered when he grabbed your hair and pulled on it, making you press your back against his chest. A surprised gasp escaped from your lips and before you could let another moan slipped past you, Ruggie shoved two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Th-there's people outside, you gotta b-be quiet!” Despite the warning, you could tell he didn't really care. If anything, he was getting as loud as you were. His moans mixed with his laugh made it harder to control yourself—your body collapsing into his arms as he continued to fuck you from behind. “You're not do-doing that… Come on, pull you—mm, fuck! yourself together.”

He let go of the hand he has been holding on your back before pushing your body towards the wall. Both of your hands holding on it while he continued his rough pace. “Ru—nghh, please! Wanna co-come on your cock!” Ruggie could barely understand your slurred words, but with how tightly you were clenching around him, he knew you were close.

“Fuck, come for me. Sh-show me what this pussy can do.” The hyena slammed his hips one last time before releasing his cum inside you, the feeling of your tight heat making him lightheaded. The feeling of being filled up sent you over the edge, your legs giving up on you as your orgasm convulsed all throughout your body. Ruggie held you around the waist, making sure you don't collapse onto the dirty floor.

Once he saw you being able to stand on your shaking legs, he slowly pulled out, watching a white ring form on his softening cock. His thumb caressed your folds before pulling on it, letting his cum drip down to your thigh. It was fascinating to see the outcome of what they've just done. Without a thought, Ruggie leaned close and spat on your abused cunt. You barely registered what he did as the feeling of his cum dripping was all you could focus on.

“Don't do that again. Or maybe continue, ya seem to like being treated like this, anyway.”

You surely did. Your persistent pestering was truly worth it.