mxsinister7!

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"Another round?", Alex asks briskly into the air, already fumbling with his wallet and flipping through the leathery pockets.

The reactions are split, you yourself are nodding, eyes flickering around to spot the waiter while Jay is shuffling with his bag under the table. His glass has barely been touched, the man awkwardly taking just small swigs from time to time, scrunching up his nose when he does so.

Shooting a quick glance into everyone's direction and gauging at their faces, Jay eventually just lightly shakes his head, resigning to fumbling with what you assume must be his camera.

The one he carries around everywhere, always either dangling around his neck or stuffed into his tote. You wonder what exactly he does with it, since you swear you've never seen him take a picture.

You shift your gaze from searching a worker to examining Jay's concentrated expression as he works on opening the side of the device.

"Jay", you gesture at the camera, "what's that about?"

His heads snaps up as he glances at you with widened eyes, startled by the sudden interruption as if he had forgotten about his surroundings.

"Uh", he mutters, "just routine."

"In a bar?", you question, pursing your lips.

"I- suppose?", he squints, tugging on his bottom lip and scratching mindlessly on the hard cover.

Your lips open just to close a second later, giving Jay a slow nod and then turning your attention back to Alex. Jay has always been somewhat of a strange guy and it hasn't really changed as time passed. If he feels the need to check on his camera in a public bar during a meet up, he's going to do it, fuck the conventional way.

"What are you getting?", you ask Alex instead, cocking your head at the menu shining over the bustling bar. "I need some inspiration."

"I'm gonna be honest with you here," he sighs, longily eyeing his wallet before snapping it close,

"the cheapest one."

You crack a smile, a quiet huff falling from your lips. "Very reasonable."

The table falls quiet for a few moments, Jay still checking his camera, Alex emptying his latest drink and Jody typing some message on her phone. Her lips are thinned out into a straight line, her eyebrows furrowed as she deletes yet another paragraph.

"Jody?," you softly call out to her, tilting your head at the obviously upset woman. "Are you.. getting something else?"

You hint at the sparkling juice bubbling in the glass next to her elbow, standing awfully close to the edge of the table.

"Huh?"

Her eyes snap up at you, seemingly unaware of the conversation hanging between them, lips agape in confusion.

"Wha-", she follows your beckoning hand, briefly looking over her shoulder at the bar and then shaking her head.

"I don't drink.", she chides, pursing her lips at you, as if offended by your question.

You shrug your shoulders, leaning back into the hard seat and slightly spreading your thighs, brushing Alex' jeans. The place was cramped but strangely cozy too, the dim light illuminating on the wooden floor.

You watch Alex wave after a waiter, a young man, presumably inexperienced by the way he's tumbling over to your table and awkwardly glances into the round.

"Wh- what can I get you..?"

He nearly drops his pen taking your simple orders - two of the same - and stumbles over Jody's bag when walking backwards, earning a hiss from her brooding frame.

"Poor guy", you mumble, noticing how his shoelace dangles over his foot, open and dangerously swinging between his ankles.

"I wasn't any different when I started working in bars.", you tell, not sure if anyone is even listening to your reminiscing thoughts.

"You were worse." Alex muses with a sly smirk, falling back into the cushions and laying his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close. "Remember when you smushed that sandwich into a customer's face?"

You scrunch your face, trying to ignore the nostalgic embarrassment from creeping into your veins, jaw clenching at the cringy memory. "Oh, god.. please don't remind me of that Alex.."

He pats your shoulder and slides his arm back to himself, still carrying that annoying smugness. "Sorry, I'll keep my mouth shut."

"You better.", you pinch his arm, grimacing jokingly.

A waiter returns to your table, this time a slightly older guy with brown, slicked back hair and thin glasses hanging over his nose. He practically throws your drinks on the table, slamming both glasses next to Alex and then wandering off into the crowd.

All in less than five seconds.

"Well, that was a vibe change..", you mutter with a low chuckle, eyes following the man's firm steps to the next table.

Jody nods quietly, raising her eyebrows as her gaze lingers on the waiter's ass disappearing between the people.

You narrow your eyes at the woman, a slight smirk curling your lips upward. You always knew Jody was a freak deep down, no matter how chaste she dresses and acts, and the glint of her eyes shines tellingly.

"I liked his glasses.", Jay randomly throws in, making everyone turn and look at him. His camera was back hiding in his tote bag and his hands are now back on his glass, clutching his fingers around it.

"Yeah.., that's because Riley has the same ones.", Alex chides, raising his eyebrows at Jay.

"Oh..", Jay looks down, his lips pressing against each other as he puts two and two together.

Alex rolls his eyes before finally pushing one of the glasses towards you, alcohol swapping over and rolling down the side, coating the wooden table in sticky flavour.

Slithering into your hand, you wrap your fingers around the brim and bring it to your lips with a gentle swing, lapping up the booze. It tastes awful like any effective drink does and you chuck it down in greedy gulps, trying to dull out the foul smell.

"It's cheap for a reason." Alex blabbers into his glass, eyes lingering on your furrowed forehead, exposing your disgust to everyone on the table.

You nod briefly in response, bracing yourself for another sip. You had to empty that thing before the clock hits 1am, the pub closing early on mondays and you haven't gotten to the high you chased yet.

"I would've payed a dollar more for a somewhat decent taste." Jay sighs, eyeing his half filled glass, tapping his nails against the dirty grey tablcloth. It probably used to be white, but the colour had been drained with spilled liquid and cigarettes burns.

"I'll take it.", you mumble quietly, blinking lazily at Jay.

He answers with a confused smile, having troubles understanding your slurring over the loud chattering and the occasional tones of music - "..what?"

You lean slightly towards him, nudging your finger at his drink bubbling infront of him. He didn't look too fond of it, and you assumed taking it would relieve the tension in his jaw. He's clenching it like relaxing would make the drink grow wings and stuff itself into his mouth.

"Your drink, Jay."

He makes a little 'o' sound and hesitantly wraps his fingers around it, taking a final sip, scrunching his lips and eventually just pushes it away into your direction. You gracefully (sloppily reaching out to him) take it and set it next to your two other glasses.

"That's your third." Jody remarks in a shrill tone, one you couldn't distinguish between judging you or worrying about you. Blinking at her for an awkwardly long moment, you just assume it must be a mixture of both.

She did pride herself in not drinking alcohol after all.

"And?", you raise your eyebrows at the taut look in the woman's eyes, nodding your head at Alex sitting beside you, "he had four."

He tilts his head, visibly suprised of getting involved in the petty conversation and gazing back at his finger teasing over the brim of his glass. "Uh.."

You mimic him hastily once you see Jody's lips trembling with another complaint, trying to avoid the judgmental glares. You're not in the mood arguing about alcohol like she's your mother scolding you.

Though, being honest with yourself, you're not wondering any less about the amount of drinks. You're usually not one to drink much - hell, you feel nauseous when you drink just a few sips of vodka - but tonight your body fights unyieldingly against the effects of the alcohol. You didn't even feel a spark of warm drunkenness drip in your veins after drinking for the past hour.

A loud cough rips you away from your thoughts and up at Jay covering his lips awkwardly, stealing helpless glances at Alex.

The man sighs quietly in response and ruffles his coloured hair, turning slightly towards Jody clutching her orange juice in the corner.

"I'm sure Y/N knows what she can take.", Alex counters in a gruffly voice, glancing over to you with half lidded eyes. "She's a big girl, hm?"

You can only stare at the smug expression in his eyes as he pins down your gaze, boring into you. A silent breath rips from your lips.

The music dulls out in the gush of heat flashing through your body, your eyes closing in on the yellowish liquid sparkling lazily in your hand. You feel your fingers tighten around the glass, gaze jumping to the side and tracing the cuts on the wooden surface.

"Right?", he mumbles lowly, a brief touch of his fingers against your thigh sending you trembling under the table.

"Yes-", you choke out a bit too loud, frantically pushing the glass back up to your lips and taking a big sip to calm your nerves. It tastes less awful this time.

"Yes.", you repeat in a heartbeat, almost choking on the drink this time.

Your body falls back into the uncomfortable cushions of the rusty couch and you slump into the corner to hide your embarrassment. Your gaze sneaks to Jay and then to Jody, checking for any chance they might have caught onto your nervousness.

Jay is simply shrugging his shoulders at the other woman, his hands gesturing to the tote bag laying on the ground next to his chair. Jody lets out a little sigh, nodding to him before chucking down the rest of her drink in one swig.

None of them pay attention to your burning cheeks.

Alex hand creeps back onto your thigh, grabbing hungrily at the flesh and squeezing it roughly with his fingers. With how awfully close he glides down to your aching core, he must be completely drunk. He'd never do that in public if he was sober, especially around the people he warned you about prior.

Noisy Jody and gossip-loving Jay, both greedily lapping up any rumors and news, analysing, discussing and then spreading them to ears who aren't supposed to be listening.

'They seem so harmless, but trust me, I've had them snooping around in my life before..', he'd grumble into your neck, his hands squeezing your waist tenderly. 'Don't tell them anything unless you want your neighbours to know it too.'

You tilt your head towards Alex, trying to catch his gaze but he doesn't waver, fingers grazing the edge of your miniskirt. Your head starts swirling once they dip beneath.

"So, uh.." Jay fumbles with the tablecloth, looking up into the round. "..how much longer are you guys gonna stay?"

"Yeah.. I'm pretty tired." Jody yawns provocatively, while not looking exhausted in any way, a lively shimmer glistening in her eyes. You assume she must be simply fed up with the drunken people tumbling around the table.

"Don't know..", Alex mutters, his eyes lingering on his fingertips brushing up against your moist lace, watching you snap your thighs together and smushing his hand between your warm flesh.

He rips his gaze from you at the rewarding noise of a breathy, silent moan falling from your lips and stares bluntly at Jay already handling the zipper on his jacket.

"Another hour, maybe?"

He nudges you. "What do you think Y/N?"

"Uh..", you clench your muscles, trapping his hand to keep him from pushing against your cunt. ".. another hour sounds good."

You parrot almost robotically, the swirling in your head dumbing down to blunt arousal. You have to stop yourself from grinding into his hand, the heat of his touch taunting you.

Jody furrows her eyebrows at you.

"The pub closes in half an hour.", she chides, gawking at the empty glasses next to Alex' elbow, her eyes glinting in suspicion. "It's monday, remember?"

"Tuesday, technically." Jay adds quietly but shuts his smart ass up the second a joined glare from everyone at the table hits him.

"Forgot to check the time." You needle, biting your inner cheeks and muffling your defensive tone. No need to rile her up and fight about nothing.

She narrows her eyes at you, clutching her bag tightly as she observes your presence. You guessed she'd be that type of person, one with a gaze so piercing you feel completely bare once she prods.

"So you're staying until 1..?", she queries and hops off her chair to stand next to Jay. Her tone has grown less suspicious and more concerned, telling by her hinting glances at the beverage in your hands.

"We are." Alex answers for the both of you, his firm voice blurring out the slur in his words. You can feel how his fingers wiggle against you in impatience, his pupils snapping to the door at the end of the room.

"Hm.. alright.", she remarks, staring uncomfortably long at a spot beneath the table, one you can't identify properly and one you beg isn't Alex' hand stuffed between your legs.

"Well.. good luck getting home like this, then.", she bickers, pointing at the drink in front of Alex.

Your gaze flickers to the alcohol again, your stomach churning at the thought of taking another swig. You truly wonder what they put in there.

A soft tap at your palm rips your gaze away, Alex other hand teasing over you as he calls out to Jody.

"We'll live. We're not as fragile as you."

She tsks, clutching her bag under her arm and dramatically turning on her heel.

Facing the other side, she huffs out a grunt you assume must be a goodbye and begins pushing her way through the drunken bodies. They press against each other in a haze and the frail woman prudishly shoves them aside, stepping through the crowd.

Jay throws a hasty 'good night' at the two of you before jumping right after her, trying to keep up with the strides of the prideful woman.

"Hurry up, Jay, she's leaving without you.", you grunt teasingly, following his awkward movements as he hikes through the mangle.

You yawn longingly, blinking, and when peering over the pub again, you find their frames already pulling at the large handle of the door on the other side of the room. You can barely catch a glimpse of Jody's calculating gaze snapping back to you a final time before they vanish into the dark of the night.

The door falls shut with a quiet thump, its noise drowning in the low hum of music.

"What a woman..", Alex mumbles lowly, shaking his head.

"Hm." You nod into the strange emptiness of the table.

More chattering erupts from the table next to you as they impolitely yell after a waiter, calling out for drinks or gigs or whatever they were screaming about. You couldn't make it out in the mingle of different conversations singing all around you.

As you lazily turn your head to gauge at the drama, Alex pulls his hand out of your skirt, placing it back on his own thigh.

"Huh-", you spin and stare at him, baffled at his sudden courtesy, "they're gone now."

"I know.", he laps at his drink, "but this is a public bar."

You furrow your eyebrows, scrunching up your nose. "That didn't seem to be problem just moments ago."

You nod your head at the door Jay and Jody left through just seconds ago.

"You practically tried to fingerfuck me in front of those idiots." You mutter under your breath, the sting in your voice louder than you expected.

"I couldn't help it when you got so.. riled up earlier.", he snickers.

You huff and grab at your own drink.

"What was that anyway?"

"What was what?"

"Why did you say that, Alex?" Your fingers dig into the tablecloth, your back snapping straight as you glare at the man.

"Oh..", he grins smugly at your little show, "it's not like anyone knew what I was referring to."

"It was only you who reacted so.. violently. None of the others noticed." He shrugs, emptying his drink with a pretentious expression.

You sigh, pushing your own glass away from you. You didn't feel like finishing it.

"I felt it was quite obvious."

He catches the thing, dragging it back to his chest and clutching his hand around it.

"What matters is that they didn't get it.", he hums.

"I'm not sure we- you were as subtle as you might think.", you rub your thighs against each other. "Jody was staring at something beneath the table and I swear if that was your hand down my panties, I will kill you."

"Come on.", he rolls his eyes, turning his head and throwing a stupidly confident smirk at you, "you were so soaked, you were pratically begging me to fuck you in front of them."

You snap your fingers harshly against his shoulder at the vulgar words, eliciting a petty 'ow!' sound from him.

"Shut it."

He just chuckles, his eyes hinting at your legs.

"What?"

"The way you're rubbing your legs against each other isn't very subtle either.", he bites his lip, a quiet chuckle falling from his lips, "Just tell me if you actually want my hand inside of you."

"I-", you shuffle your hips, your cheeks growing hot.

"Not here..", you eventually mumble in defeat, your eyes flickering to your trembling legs and the slight goosebumps covering them.

"Hm..", he muses, his fingers crawling back to your hand grabbing at the tablecloth and teasing the skin, "..then how about we go back to my room?"

You fidget with your fingers, a trembling inhale dancing on your lip as you ponder. Alex' room was right next to Jay's in a crappy hotel, walls so thin you could hear each other breathe.

And with how light Jay sleeps.. it would be impossible to not make him suspicious.

"We'll be quiet.", he reassures you, reading the obvious concern plastered over your face.

"You can do that, right?"

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"I- I can't!", you ram your nails into his shoulders, dragging them over his skin. He ruts into you feverishly, his teeth chittering as he bites back his own moans. Your cunt squelches noisily around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper with every bruising thrust.

Your back arches beneath him as you cry out, his rough pace stuttering at the noise and his hand shooting up to cover your swollen lips.

"Don't.. do that..", he huffs breathlessly, sweat pearling on his forehead and the muscles in his arms tensing.

"You're too fucking loud."

He grits his teeth, slipping out of your cunt and leaving you aching around a torturous nothingness, the cold air hitting your wet folds.

You whimper quietly in protest, your teary eyes staring up at his crooked glasses barey holding onto his nose. He hungrily glares back, his gaze dark with lust and drunkenness as he prods his hands down your body, Flicking your nipples roughly and making you squeak just to push his fingers down your throat when your lips fall open.

You suck over the salty skin, eyes rolling back when your tongue dips between the two fingers, his tip violently pulsing against your G-spot.

"Fuck.", he hisses, choking out another desperate gulp from you, and pressing his fingers up into the softness of your tongue.

"Listen to me..", he grunts, his body trembling in arousal, "..you're gonna turn around and press your pretty face in the cushion. It'll swallow up your screams."

"Mhm..", you whimper obediently, still licking sensually around the cups of his nails, greedily lapping up his taste.

"Good.", he whispers somewhat slurred, planting a gentle kiss on the bone between your breasts and running his tongue along the indention of your collarbone.

You mewl around his fingertips, jaw clenching as you keep your teeth from snapping against his skin, the sensation of his lips now enveloping one of your nipples making you drool. Your saliva runs down his hand and then his forearm, fading into the sweat between his arm hair.

He flicks, bites and sucks hungrily on your right breast, straight up digging his teeth into the side of the flesh, your skin growing bruised and red. You clamp your eyes shut and try to inhale lowly, every moan and whine choking on his hand buried in your mouth.

"Don't make this too easy for the noisy bastards..", he grumbles into the wet hickeys he just left on the underside of your chest, "..keep nice and quiet, will you?"

"I bet Jay's been pressed up against the wall the moment you moaned so shrill." He lets off of your breast, giving you a moment to recollect but already eyeing the other one.

"A- Alex..", you sputter into his palm, your words easily swallowed up by the firmness of his hand and dropping down his digits.

Alex gazes up at you silently, the lust glistening in his brown eyes shooting a flash of arousal through your veins, his brow raised in anticipation.

"Don't...", you whine, nodding your head at your left breast, the one he eyed like he planned on biting it off.

"Mhm?", he hums with a tilt of his head, slowly retracting his fingers from your lips, and smearing your hot drool beneath your chin.

"D- Don't.. I'm gonna be too loud."

His eyes follow the motion of your head, his teeth biting down on his lip as he considers your plea.

"I swear, Jay's gonna hear and-", you swallow, your ribs heaving under his unwavering gaze, ".. Jody's never gonna leave my ass alone."

His chewing stutters, eyes jumping back to your face with an expression of irritation. He furrows his eyebrows, the hand planted next to your shoulder starting to tug on the scrambled sheets beneath your arm.

"Huh?", he grunts, "what's her part in this?"

"She's just uh.. concerned.", you mutter hastily, biting down on your inner cheek in reluctance. "You know her.."

Your eyes wander to the drawer in the corner of the room, fixating on its golden handles glistening in the dim lightning of the room. You just now noticed the detailed carving in the metal, showing figurines clasped around a strange creature.

"It's your business who you're sleeping with. Not hers." His hand comes down on your face, turning it and pinning down your gaze with his own, piercing one.

"O-oh, yeah, yeah..", you stutter, your throat bulging as you choke down the nervousness prickling in your veins. You shouldn't have let that slip.

"Then why would she be a problem?", he prodds, his nails slowly digging deeper into your burning cheeks.

"I- don't, well, she said-", you stumble over your words.

"Yeah?", he grimaces, "what did she say?"

You close your eyes, your muscles tensing against his firm grip.

"She- she thinks you're a bad influence on me.", you eventually grumble in a low tone. "That.. I don't belong with someone like you."

You squint open your eyes, taking a peek at his face hovering over you, your jaw tensing as you're met with a strangely calm expression. You expected him to whine and maybe even huff out some petty insult but he doesn't budge, his gaze unwaveringly indifferent.

Your eyes widen as you stare in slight confusion.

"Oh.," he drawls quietly, "does she?"

Fingers, still coated in your saliva, glide to the untouched skin of your breast and draw a lazy circle around your hardened nipple, wetting the flesh.

He looks up at you, catching your teary, irritated gaze.

"Then, maybe, she should hear.", he drawls, feigning a polite smile and roughly pinching your nipple, forcing a sharp exhale to erupt from your blotchy lips.

His own slither down your ribs, planting soft kisses all over the skin, his tongue darting out to lick over your searing flesh trembling beneath him. He sucks red bruises on it, nipping at them with his teeth while his other hand sneaks down your body.

Dipping between your slick thighs and collecting the sweet arousal around your searing cunt, he thrusts two of his thick fingers deep inside you. Your body swallows them greedily, sucking them deeper with every rough pump.

"Hell-", he growls lowly, watching his digits disappear in your wet folds. "Your body's fucking desperate for me."

They rub against your inner walls just right, slick noises filling the room besides your heavy breathing, your trembling body biting back whines. He releases your breast, cupping your cheek and then wrapping his hand around your throat, yanking you into a bruising kiss.

His tongue yawns into your mouth, his hot lips swallowing you in the rhythm of his fingers fucking you. Every curl against your sweet spot makes you cry into the kiss, your cunt clamping down hard around his hand.

He laps up your saliva before pulling back, a string of spit connecting your lips. It droops down on your neck, rolling down the side until his thumb wipes it away, leaving a wet trail.

His eyes follow the glistening path and then the line of your wrecked body, gaze lingering on the filthy scene of his fingers pumping into you.

"You can take another one, can't you?", he grins, his hand scissoring you open as he speaks, spreading your aching cunt and inserting another finger.

"Ah-!" you blurt out, jerking upwards, your back arching when he splits your core apart, pressing into the tight ring.

You jaw hangs open with unfinished moans when he begins moving them, arousal leaking all over his palm and smearing in your pubic hair.

"Is that what you've been thinking about in the bar?", he grunts breathlessly, his body weight crushing your legs as he leans back, gazing over your shaking frame. "Getting drunk fucked in the hotel when everyone's already asleep?"

You bite down on your tongue, ribs heaving with exhaustion and arousal.

"F- Fuck! I-"

"That's what you really like, hm?", he chuckles, the drunk tone of his voice cracking, his fingers picking up a relentless pace.

"So much more risqué than just coming to my apartment to get wrecked, isn't it?", he twists his wrists, curling his fingers into the spot that makes you see stars. Your eyes flutter shut, a screeching sob slipping through your chittering teeth as you arch your body off the mattress.

"Don't think I forgot about your filthy fantasies.", he hisses, ripping out his fingers and tearing a quiet yelp from your lungs.

He then hooks his hands beneath your shaking hips, flipping you around and smushing your face into the softness of the huge cushion. You inhale the scent of your own sweat pressed into the sheets, mauling as you try to lift your head and breath.

"Oh, Alex, don't close the blinds, I want others to see. Oh, let's fuck against the window. Oh, don't cover my mouth!", he parrots your past self in a high-pitched voice, mocking you as his hands slide down your spine and to your ass, slapping it sharply.

You grunt into the fabric, your core burning from his relentless fingers, weeping and clamping around nothing but his condescending words hanging in the room.

Both of his hands now grab at your legs, pulling them apart and squeezing them until you leak onto the mattress, your arousal dripping down. He scoops it up with the tips of his fingers, smearing it around your clit, drawing gasps from your frame.

"You're so goddamn soaked.", he mumbles and you catch him wiping off his glistening fingers on the side of the bed in the blink of an eye. You're praying to god no employee is going to look at those sheets before throwing them into the laundry.

"Don't tell me-", he breathes, settling himself between your legs, "-you'd actually enjoy having Jay eavesdrop on this."

His tip presses against you teasingly, rubbing around your clit and dragging down the sensitive pad of your heat. "Hm?"

"Shut up, A- Alex."

You jerk your hips up against his dick, your ass pressing and rubbing into his twitching tip, having him hiss at your antics. He claws into your sides, huffing out a the fuck? and pins himself back into position, his tip nudging at your soaked folds.

"I'd enjoy most if you finally go back to fucking me.", you spit.

"And being honest, I think you're the one wanting Jay to hear so he doesn't think your p- pathetic ass is still lonely."

You grunt out in a strained tone, your words coming out harsher than intended, the truth spilling from your swollen lips and boring into the insecurity of Alex.

You didn't mean to say this.

Your breath stocks as a strained quietness settles between your bodies, a cold shiver running down your legs and freezing in your veins. It feels like the whole room just dropped in temperature, making the hairs on your forearms stand up.

"I- I just meant that, uh, since- since Riley's in the picture, Jay's been, uh, you know-", you press your face deeper into the cushions, your heart hammering in your chest, ".. busy."

You hear a rattling, but quiet breath ripple from his lungs.

"Yes..", he slides one of his hands down to grab at your inner thigh, hoisting it against him, "he's been.. busy."

An ugly laugh claws its way out of Alex' lungs, ringing in your ears and squeezing your stomach until you feel nauseous. "He's too happy now to spend time with old friends."

His nails dig in the flesh of your thighs, his dick pushing lightly at your sensitive flesh, trembling against you. "He can't even do them simple favours. Too high up there to spend an evening, to keep a goddamn promise.."

His voice trails off into a low huff.

"So, yes, Y/N, I think he should be suffering from my happiness as well."

He grits his teeth, his body rutting forward and burying himself inside of you to the hilt, his tip already grazing your cervix.

"Fuck-", you blurt out, biting your lip.

He roughly stretches your searing muscles, forcing you to forget about the tension fizzling between you, only to remind you by a harsh snap of his hips against you, jerking you forward.

"And if that means making you scream, so be fucking it."

They snap up against you again, and then again, setting a punishing rhythm of skin slapping against skin, splitting your core apart and making you drool on the white fabric.

"Alex-", you manage between croaking moans, "I- I'm sorry! I- didn't mean- oh god, to say that."

"I shouldn't have, I- it was just a stupid thought." You squawk, struggling to speak with the way he punches the air out of your lungs. It's like he's hitting the spot that makes you scream on purpose, bruising your inner walls.

His hand sneaks up to your hair, pulling and bending your neck until your spine arches into his relentless hips, angling your core to drive even deeper.

"What are you saying?" He utters, a smirk carrying his teasing question. You know damn well he understood every word you just said.

"Hrgh-", you grunt out, gnashing your teeth, suffocating on the moans burning in your lungs and choking out a cough, "I said- ah- I'm sorry, Alex!"

His hips jerk forward, fingers digging deep into your messy hair, burying himself inside you until his tip lingers against your already bruised cervix. "Fuck!"

"Alex, p- please!"

His name rips from your mouth in a needy whine, your cunt gushing around him as his thrusts grow more erratic, rubbing your G-spot against the creased sheets.

"Say that again..", he mutters lowly, his dick twitching inside you as he pistols into you carelessly, ".. please say it."

You reach for air, your lips quivering painfully with the duty to keep quiet, hiccuping his name over and over again through tears and feeling him respond with rattling thrusts. You clamp down hard around him, your body aching for that sweet release to envelope you and pulling him deeper instinctively.

"Hell-", he huffs out breathlessly, his nails shivering deeper into your skin, "..damn it, I'm gonna cum if you keep- this up-"

The way his voice shakes irks a smirk to tug at the corners of your mouth, your legs locking him between you, pulling him impossibly closer. His pace stutters and twitches, his elbows next to your face shaking into the mattress as you eye his biceps tighten.

An impatient slam of his hips. Then another. Then, he's buried in you to the hilt, cumming.

The warmth of his cum fills you, your body rocking into his shaking hips, clamping around him and milking his twitching dick. He barely keeps himself from groaning out loud, low moans and grunts filling your ears as he mutters your name breathlessly.

"Y/N- fuck, I- I'm sorry..", he mutters, words carried by a drunken haze, "..Jay's been so distant- he's living another life.. maybe pities me."

His words stumble out without rhythm and sense, his fingers digging into your right shoulder, holding himself up as he shivers.

"I'll make you come- Y/N, I-m sorry..", he eventually coughs out, teeth gnashing as he tries to compose himself, his other hand clumsily snaking down your body and between your legs.

You move into his knuckles bruising your clit, your vision blacking out when his hips stutter inside you again, his limp dick still rubbing on your sensitive walls and making you whine. The weight of his body pushes your sex roughly into the firmness of his palm, dragging your slick folds over his hand.

Your jaw falls open when the sweet bliss crashes over you, your body clenching as a whole and moans tumbling from your limp body. You can't keep your eyes open and you can't keep yourself from whining out his name a little too loud.

"Good-.. Big girl.", he recites in a husky tone, "..took it so well."

You hum quietly in response.

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"Jay, that's my glass.", you usher him away with a hurried hand gesture, nodding your head at the ugly brown cup next to yours.

"Ah.. sorry.", he yawns, grabbing at the mug and lifting it to his lips, his eyes barely opened. He takes a big sip from the hot coffee, his eyes widening instantly and his cheeks burning with pain as he almost chokes out the liquid again.

You snicker silently at the mishap, earning yourself a grumpy look from the man.

A high-pitched voice rips your gaze from Jay and to Jody stepping up to the table, eyeing the plates of Jay and Alex.

"Do you know where the napkins are?"

"Couldn't find them.", she points at the buffet behind her, a frown curling her lips.

"Mhm.. over there.", Alex murmurs between bites, cocking his head towards a corner of the room.

"They're hidden under the bread bowl.", you add in a sweet voice, offering a smile to the tired face of Jody's. The woman looks strangely exhausted, eyes droopy and cheeks sagging, a blueish taint blooming over her eyelids.

You wonder if her appearance has anything to do with the text messages she got. She looked so upset at the table last night, her face scrunched up in distress and her fingers typing away in frustration.

Opening your lips, and tasting the personal question on your tongue, you quickly resign again, deciding not to pry in foreign territory. Instead, you busy yourself with putting the slimy, red goo - considered jam by label - on the lousy hotel bread.

"She looks a bit exhausted, doesn't she?", Alex huffs bluntly as soon as she's gone, looking after her fumbling with the bread bowl, trying to reach the napkins you promised.

You shrug your shoulders, grunting a quiet fuck when your knife slips from your fingers, landing on the table with an unpleasantly loud noise. Excusing yourself, you firmly grip the utensil, carefully coating the rest of the bread with strawberry taste.

"I think we all had our distractions last night.", Jay mumbles all of a sudden, pulling everyone's gaze away at him.

You almost let the knife slips from your hands again, your heart skipping a beat.

Your knees start trembling under the table and you feel yourself staring up at Jay with widened eyes, your fingers gripping the metal tightly. You don't like the way his lips pursed when he spoke.

You steal a quick glance at Alex, his expression faltering for a moment before he composes himself again, nodding his head at Jody.

"What's up with her then, Jay?", he lays his food down on the plate, rubbing crumbs from his lips, "Spit it out."

Jay's eyebrows twitch upwards in surprise and he slightly leans into the wall, his frame seeming much smaller than before. He didn't expect to be interrogated.

"Uh.. I don't think I can tell.", his gaze averts and he stares down at his coffee steaming in the cup.

"..but is she okay?", you quickly add, forcing a worried expression on your face and leaning slightly closer to Jay. You had to change the topic before Jody reaches the table again.

His eyes flicker to the woman hurrying towards their table, napkins in hand. A slight flush of embarrassment taints his face and he quickly nods, smushing the coffee cup into his face.

"Good.", is all Alex whispers, leaning back into his chair, the relaxed expression from earlier growing back onto his face.

You swallow in relief and return to your attempt at making something tasteful out of the hotel crap. Blinking down your arms at a weird feeling creeping up your arms, you find your hands to be completely coated in red colour. Sticky jam hangs between your fingers and at your wrist, crumbs sprinkled all over your jeans and around your plate.

"Goddamn..", you mutter, staring at the mess.

You had nervously squeezed the bread into a ball of.. something, jam oozing out from the side and dripping onto your thigh. You watch how it sickers into your new bought jeans, a surge of frustration shooting through your veins. These pants were not cheap.

Jody chides in, falling back into her chair and spreading out the five serviettes she brought, "Those napkins are tiny. I had to grab a few."

Her gaze snaps around, eventually coming to a halt on your jam-covered hands and lingering at your fingertips. A quiet, but somewhat amused sigh falls from her lips.

"I think I have to grab even more."

Your lips curl up into an apologetic smile, shrugging your shoulders and spreading your fingers away from you, staring at the red film under your nails.

"It's okay, I'll just wash it off.", you grin, trying to get up from your chair without using your hands as leverage, your legs shaking slightly. You pray nobody notices the gentle limp carrying your step as you make your way to the bathroom.

Pushing through the clinically white door, you let out a loud exhale of relief, the shrill lightening of the cramped bathroom wrapping around you. You stumble over the tiles, hands slumping into the sink and ripping up the faucet, cold water splashing over the rim and sprinkling on the floor.

You watch the red colour drip off of your fingers and roll down the sides of the sink, the temperature soothing your flattering nerves, coaxing out deep sighs. Your lungs flutter with every breath, your fingers moving on their own under the water, washing off the last few spots of jam.

Reaching for the towel holder, you find it to be empty, the brownish towel laying scrunched up and glibbery wet on the floor.

"Could've expected that.", You mumble to yourself, looking around for any alternative but ending up empty and wet handed like the rag on the ground.

You shake the moisture off of your hands with wild gestures instead, praying no one's going to walk in on the silly dance you're doing to dry your fingers.

Once your wrists start hurting from the twisting, you stop the frantic motions, blowing some air on them for good measure and rubbing the rest off on your pants. They were already tarnished with jam, so you just shrug at the wet spot adding to the red one.

Leaving the bathroom, your eyes immediately snap to the tall figure standing next to your table, holding three plates placed on top of each other.

"Breakfast's over already?", you raise your eyebrows as you approach them, the table licked clean and emptied.

"You didn't look like finishing your.. thing.", Jody notes with a silent snicker.

You look to the side, pursing your lips and shoving your hands deep into your pockets. "Yeah.. thanks for cleaning that up by the way."

Alex brushes your shoulder walking by, shooting an amused glance at your embarrassed state. "No problem.", he chuckles, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear.

You shiver slightly at the contact, pupils snapping to your feet as you resign to simply nodding. He trots past you and shoves your plates on top of a dangerously large pile, already shaking.

"Good..", Jody drawls into the silence, tapping her foot against the wooden floor.

"I suppose, we should go back and pack our stuff-", she points at Jay and after Alex, "-especially if you two want to go to Rosswood today."

"Yeah, we don't want to be stuck their after daylight.", Jay shakes his head quickly, agreeing and eyeing Alex with a strangely pleading glint in his eyes.

"Huh?", Alex shoots at Jay as he comes closer, raising his eyebrows in a challenging manner. The other man responds with a diverting gaze, staring holes at his shoes.

"Ah..", Alex says, seemingly catching on.

"Alright", he clicks his tongue, nodding his head towards the door, ".. we won't stay too long."

"But I need some shots in the sunset..", he mumbles as the group of you returns to the long hallways, following the trail to your rooms.

234, 236, 238.. 240!

You jump aside, your hand rummaging deep in your pocket for that slick, flat shape of your card. Your fingers draw down the fabric and the neat sewing patterns searching for a sharpish corner along the soft edges.

With every inch further, your heart beats faster, the smooth surface of your key no where to be found in your pants. Your eyes flicker around, meeting the gaze of Alex', his lips pursing as realisation drips nervousness in his veins.

The clack when he threw your pants through the room last night wasn't the bulgy zipper.

"Oh.. oh shit. I think I forgot my card in the bathroom stall.", you stutter out, shooting the group a nervous smile. "I'll go back and get it."

Jody narrows her eyes, tsking at your clumsiness, her fingers already gripping at her own keycard. "I swear if someone took it, I-"

"We'll ask the staff, no worries.", Alex interrupts her and grabs her by the shoulders, ushering her towards her own room. "You better pack your stuff. Y/N's gonna find the card. She just got out of the bathroom and I mean", he nods his head at the empty hallway, "it's not like a lot of people are even here..."

Their words drown out as you stumble back to the dining room, scurrying over the yellowing, dirty carpet. You hurry around the corner to the toilets, falling into one of the stalls and dropping down on the squeaking seat.

Your hand's already stuffed deep into your pocket as you lock the door, reaching for your phone.

- alex?

A minute stretches into the feeling of an hour.

Then- a quiet ping! from your phone.

- found it

You exhale in relief, your hand falling to your side and hitting the plastic wall with a small thump. Now, you could just sneak to his room, he'll slip it past the door and you could forget about this mishap.

- just come to my room

- 247

You type a quick 'thx' and 'be right there' before dipping through the door and past the dripping faucet in the corner, your steps quickening with every step you take.

The way through the hallway seems to have lengthened while you were in the bathroom, impatience running cold in your veins as you frantically search for the right number. Dim lightening shines upon the copper inscriptions blinking past you and accompany you to the room '247'.

You pause. Are you just going to knock?

You reach up to the wood, your knuckle hovering just inches away - waiting, heart racing as you listen for any noise around you. The gentle creaking of the floor and the sizzling of the dirty lamps echo in your ears, a soothing sound that vibrates through your body.

Then, the soft thump of your hand meeting his door, quick steps and the nastily screeching moan of the handle being pressed down. You hush through the gap and stumble into the scent of last night, your lips quivering in a chuckle as you're met with Alex pushing up against a shelf, a helpless glint in his eyes.

"It's under there?", you ask, shutting the door behind you.

"Guess.", he rolls his eyes, beckoning you to help him with the thing.

"Fuck."

Your hands grab the rusty edge of the thing, throwing your body weight against the stubborn wood. It creaks helplessly for a moment until it finally breaks under your united strength and slips from its place. The movement reveals a small, rectangular card and you hunch down to snatch it from the ground, coughing up at the dirt curling up around it.

"Finally..", he groans, leaning against the shelf with a yawn and looking at you wiping the card clean on your pants. "I thought I lost it at first. Threw it out the window on accident." - he laughs.

"I'd kill you if you did.", you mumble, relief falling over you in a rush of heat and you exhale in a slow breath.

"Glad I didn't then.", he drags on, his eyes daring to look you over slowly. You respond with a low chuckle, wiggling your finger at him.

"Don't.", you shake your head, "I need to go pack my stuff."

"I'll be gone for atleast a week.", he raises his eyebrows and shuffles slightly closer. "And you know we don't see each other much when we're in town."

"Not really..", you fumble with your pockets, stuffing your card inside, "..but I'll make time, I promise."

Your gazes meet and silence falls upon the two of you, your lips pursing slightly in reluctance. You feel strangely guilty, knowing you're rarely visiting him when you're back in town. And that it won't change much after your empty promise.

"We'll see each other after the Rosswood thing, won't we?", you try again, taking step towards him and extending your hand in a way of making a truce.

He sighs and, with a hint of hesitation, lays his hand into yours, gently squeezing it and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "Yeah. After Rosswood."

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"Don't fucking move." He huffs, his chest heaving as he points the weapon at you, slowly stalking closer.

Your hands are up in the air, your feet glued to the floor with your knees shaking violently. Even if you wanted to run, you couldn't. Your body is frozen and your eyes are stuck on the tall form of the man slowly getting closer to you. The world only blurrs through the droplets of tears forming at the sides of your eyes.

This isn't supposed to happen. Not now, not when you're this close to discovering what happened to Brian. You just needed this one, final tape and you'd solve this whole mess.

But Alex was faster than you expected, getting to the location barely seconds before you could enter the building. After that it didn't take long to find you and scare you into a corner to have you whimpering at gunpoint.

"Stay like this." Alex whispers, his voice wavering. He stops barely inches away from you, his eyes flickering down to your quivering lip.

Metal is pressed against your forehead in the blink of an eye, roughly, carelessly. It's scratching open the thin layer of skin on your face, drawing blood.

Your gazes meet when your face scrunches up in pain and you can't help but stare for a moment. Stare at the strange glint in his dilated pupils, something you could only call inhumane determination.

You know what he wants. He wants to blow your brains out, leave your corpse rotting here until that lanky, strange creature comes to take you. You've seen the tapes and what he's done to the others, you knew you'd be his next victim.

Yet you came to the abandoned house you know Alex goes to daily, just because that stupid tape is hidden somewhere in this wrecked shithole, somewhere between the bricks and planks.

The gun pressed between your eyes was nothing but your own fault. You knew Alex had gone mad by now, that there was nothing that would stop him from murdering everyone haunted by that disease. Even though he was the one carrying it in the latest stage..

"You're also sick, Alex.", you begin in a shaky, quiet tone, your words so faint you're afraid they might drown in the tension between you.

But he hears them, you see it in the way his eyes narrow and the gun twitches against your sore skin.

"I know.", he grunts, staring at your collarbone.

His tone changes in the vulnerability and you catch your breath in a moment of hope, continuing your talk.

"What are you planning..", your voice grows stronger with the next words. "Killing yourself?"

He shoots you a glare, his eyes wavering with a foreign emotion as he meets your gaze.

"Yes.", he swallows and you watch his adams apple bop, "After I'm done."

He can't be truly this naive, can he?

"You'll never be done, Alex." You spit, your breath coming out in ragged breaths as you finally confront the man who has been tormenting you.

"There are too many!", you scramble with the fabric of your pants, frantically searching for the knife you stuffed into one of your pockets.

"Now, atleast."

You feel a sharp pain in your head when he slaps the gun against your side, making your hands drop down. "The fuck are you talking about?"

He grits his teeth, his voice growing tense and awfully loud as he yells into your face. "What have you done?!"

Spit hits your eyebrow and you feel your face muscles twitch in disgust.

"Me? I've done nothing but try solving this mess." You snap back, suddenly feeling all the liveliness shoot back into your body, your legs finally growing a firm stand on the ground.

"But you know who has? Your little bootlicker Jay. The one you've been meeting up with to investigate? Huh, rings a bell, doesn't it?"

His hands are on you the moment you finish your talk, pushing you up against the wall behind you, pressing you into submission.

"Are you trying to say that I've been spreading the disease? Is that what you're implying?" He threatens you, his tone growing cold.

"When I'm the one trying to stop all of this?"

He lets the gun glide over your face, down to your upper body.

"He's been recording everything.." You retort, nervously eyeing the gun which is now gliding down your neck, stilling between your breasts.

"And you think I told him to?" He nudges the weapon against the fabric of your clothing, cocking his head at you.

It's an obvious warning, telling you to calm down or he'll shut you up the easy way.

"No..", you look to the side, your chest still heaving from the heated conversation.

"But he's been with you a lot."

"He's been following me. I never told him to." He takes a deep inhale but never loosens the iron grip on your left side.

A straining silence envelopes after he speaks, one that makes you dizzy with fear. You know that the less you talk the more he'll consider just shooting you and going on with his day. You had to keep him busy if you wanted to live.

"Either way. You can't kill everyone.", you try in a calmer tone, your eyes still glued to the way his hand latches onto the handle.

You can feel how his other hand digs into your skin at your words, tensing up at the quite valid problem you brought up. His mission is simply impossible. And though he doesn't want to hear the truth, he knows he can't deny it either.

"And what do you suggest I do?" He asks in return, staring at your bloodied face in disdain.

That caught you off-guard. You didn't expect him to ask you that, you didn't expect any calm reaction to your words at all.

"Uh..", you look down onto the ground, which is covered in glass and graffiti. You really don't have an answer for this one.

"That's what I thought.", he brings his hand up to your face, grabbing your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze.

"It's so easy to blame me, isn't it? When I've killed people, all you have to do is collect your little tapes and find evidence for my crimes. But you don't do anything to help. You just try to keep your morals in a surrounding that demands immorality."

You reluctantly squint open your eyes, looking up into Alex' eyes. They're less scary than before but they make you feel nauseous nonetheless.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, darling, but you're not superior because you're demonising me. You're just useless."

You hear the gun click and your heart stops for a moment, making your vision grow black in the haze of panic.

This couldn't be the end. It just couldn't.

You frantically move your body, trying to push him away, trying to duck under him and run. Your hand hits his face as you squirm and your eyes widen when he leans back, making way for you to escape.

You push off the ground but before you can run you feel his arm caging you back in, pressing you right into the wall. You begin clawing at it like some wild animal but he's stronger than you expected, having you pinned against the concrete in seconds.

"No.", he grits his teeth, huffing into your ear as he pushes his whole body into yours to keep your panicking form in check. "You're not going anywhere."

"Alex, I'm begging you, please, this isn't going to help.." you squeak, your nails clawing at his striped jacket but he only holds you tighter, reaching for the gun which fell down when you slapped him.

"You won't be able to kill them all." You repeat again, your voice growing into a high-pitched weep. "There are too many, it's impossible!"

You screech when his hand touches the metal of the weapon, the determination growing stronger in his motions.

"Alex, please don't do this!"

"I don't want to die!"

You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you feel yourself clawing at the man holding you captive.

You're practically hugging him, your face pressed into his neck as you inhale the scent you once thought to be the safest in the world

He stills at your cry, frozen in your embrace while raggedly breathing into your hair. You can feel his hot breath hitting your neck repeatedly.

In this strange moment between life and death, you feel oddly safe in his arms.

That's when he drops you like you're poisonous, shoving you away from him and taking several steps back. As he frantically tries to put distance between the two of you, he stumbles and falls onto the ground.

"What do you think I am?", he scratches his right hand searching the dirty floor for his weapon, "The devil?"

You swear you can see tears breaking at the side of his eyes, but they're gone when he slides his hand over his face. Maybe you just tried to force humanity on him.

"I can't fucking do this.", he murmurs silently as if talking to himself instead of you. He slowly gets up, all while you're still up against the wall, arms searching for leverage on the rough concrete.

You're not sure what's happening when he turns his back to you and shoves the gun back into his pocket.

"I should've killed you faster."

"Ow! Ow! Owww!!!", he whines, curling up in the corner, his hands shooting up to protect his head.

"Stop hitting me!"

Weakly, one of his legs tries to kick at you, to put distance between your merciless belt and his reddened skin.

At the attempt of defense, you give an extra sharp slap to his right shoulder.

"I have a reason for beating you.", you huff, taking another step towards his shivering frame.

"You fucking earned this. For your vile behaviour, you bastard."

You hit him hard enough to make tears roll down his face and you know soon those eyes are going to grow nice and puffy. Red and teary with desperation.

"You're lucky I'm so lenient. If I wasn't so fucking nice, I would've thrown you out long ago."

"I-I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry..", he cries out and hugs his shaking knees with his arms, his head tilting down to press his face into his legs. Alex whimpers like a dog, pathetically sniffing at his well-deserved punishment.

"Don't you dare start crying now. Tell me what the fuck you did and maybe I'll spare you some dinner."

You snarl, lurching the belt forward again.

He sniffles, a choked cry erupting from his trembling lips.

"I- I'm sorry for watching hentai!!!"

He flinches when the last word leaves his lips. Beforehand you had him on all fours, forcing him to repeat his sin and slapping him in the face whenever the h-word was spoken.

Even if you were the one saying it.

You're not reacting any different now, aiming the belt to hit his eyebrow peeking out from behind his hands, which were now back to smushing his face together.

Alex shrieks and tries to press his awfully tall figure into the small corner, failing miserably of course. It irks out another laugh from you.

"You're pathetic."

"Now, tell me why it's wrong.", you trace his forehead with the leather strap of the belt, feeling for the next target of your violence.

He whimpers at your touch, your hands grabbing at his face and pulling it up, fingers pressing into his cheeks as you stare into his reddened eyes. You lean forward slowly, your fingers wandering with your body towards his neck, pushing his face away from you.

"Can't have a dumb dog now, can I?", you whisper lowly, your cheek smushed into his ear.

Your tongue darts out, licking the sweat off his neck and tasting the salty moistness of his fear.

Patting his shoulder in a twisted way of encouragement, you lean back, still cramped down in front of him. Your eyebrows are raised in an expectant manner, your fingers clamping around the belt.

You tug it gently, without ever really moving it, but enough to make his eyes flicker back to it almost every other second.

"It's misogynistic. And.. weird.", he stutters out, his gaze still lingering on your right hand and you can see how his adams apple bops as he swallows hard, waiting for your answer.

You only narrow your eyebrows at him, huffing at his basic ass explanation.

"What else."

"It portrays women with unrealistic body standards.. and even though it's not as problematic as porn with real people, it still supports the idea that women are nothing but sexual objects!", he whimpers in a weirdly nerdy way.

"Oh my fucking god, I can't believe you actually get off to this sexist shit!", you suddenly shriek very loudly. Hearing his explanation made you even angrier.

"I don't!!", he yells back, lifting his face and meeting your gaze through wet lashes.

You step up, standing over him and looking down at his face, your voice cold when you speak.

"Then why do you watch it."

He looks away, a strange flush tainting his cheeks hot and red. You gaze at him in confusion, your eyes flickering over his body, up to his hair and down to his legs and-

"Oh my fucking-"

You sigh at the bulge in his pants.

"No, don't get that one. It's wayyy to expensive.", you tap your finger against the screen, the digit underlining the inscription of the image. It reads 400$, a price you'd never be willing to pay even for the best camera of all times. You'd rather spend your money on fun things.

"Also.. look at that casing..", you slide your hand along the bright orange border, shaking your head, "..it's ugly."

You barely even graze the laptop with your nails, but Alex' hand already reaches out and gently pulls yours away, keeping it at a distance.

"Hey, don't touch that." He mutters, a slight smile playing on his lips. You know he's a bit extra when it comes to his technology.

"Sorry.", you lean back into the cushions, "But you get my point, do you?"

He nods quietly, his eyes flickering over the description for what felt like the 500th time, still stuck on the red font which declares this thing to have 'the best and most phenomenal quality'.

You nudge his arm, squeezing his biceps. "You know that's just some promotional bullshit, right? Every company says their product is the best."

He finally turns his head at your frustration, meeting your gaze with raised eyebrows and a gentle but somewhat annoyed smirk.

"Darling, I would've never guessed."

Rolling your eyes, you scoot closer and lace your hand into his shirt, playing with the buttons as he resigns to his 'work'. You're still convinced he's wasting money by buying yet another camera but what do you know at the end of the day? You're not really all that into filming, to be honest, despite being a film student yourself.

A bit ironic but whatever, you've always been more interested in the other aspects of filming rather than the actual act of capturing something itself.

You feel his hand coming down on your head, his fingers gently rubbing into your hair, combing it clumsily.

"Look, I don't think I'm going to buy it. But I still want to do a comparison with my old one.", he explains matter-of-factly, nodding more to himself than to you.

You can only shake your head at his stupid excuse but it makes you smile nonetheless. He really is such an idiot sometimes.

"Your old camera?", you taunt teasingly, pinching the skin underneath his shirt and earning a funny grimace of suprise from him, "you mean the one you bought two months ago?"

"I- the model is actually a lot older than you think.", he murmurs and you can hear his whiny undertone grow as his defensive nature comes into place.

"Yeah.. sure.", you shake your head while giggling softly.

Your hand begins wandering from under the fabric up to his chest and his jaw until you grab it very gently and pull it slightly towards you. You stretch your body in the moment and place a tender kiss on the side of his face.

He grins at your kiss and grabs your cheek with his large hand, returning the favour and peppering your jaw with little kisses.

"Well, I don't want to pull that card but I think I know more about cameras than you do.", he whispers into your ear.

"And I think we both know that you're broke.", you smirk a winning smile, knowing that there's little he can do to defend himself now. After all, he knows best what number currently decorates his finances.

"Touche..". Is all he responds before sighing and closing the laptop, placing it back on the couch table infront of his legs.

His body then shifts until he has you leaning into him, your bodies resting against each other while his hand is still busy making a mess of your hair. You close your eyes, comfortable in his embrace and lay your head on his chest, inhaling his scent. The shirt smells so perfectly full of him.

"I think Jay wanted to buy this camera anyways..", he hums and dips his fingers into the indentions of your spine, evoking a grumpy sigh from you.

He giggles at your reaction and resigns to drawing nonsensical shapes on your skin.

"And you want to steal it from him or..?", you grumble into his collarbone, eyes shut as you let his hands work over you.

He laughs quietly, and you can feel how his fingers start to draw small hearts all over your back. It makes you smile into his warm skin. He's a lot more of a lover boy than the others think, bringing you flowers and carving your initials in a tree with his red pocket knife.

Not overly fancy stuff and in public he's still a bit reserved at times but he's more affectionate than he lets on either way.

"No.. but surely we can share."

"Well, Jay is a sweetheart, I'm sure he'll lend it to you a couple of times." You shrug your shoulders, suppressing a yawn.

"But don't you dare get greedy then, okay?", you pinch his skin lovingly, "I will kick your ass if you fall in love with the camera."

His hand snaps back to your shoulders, slowly moving under your chin and lifting it so he can reach your lips with his.

"You know I only love you."

"What are you doing here?" The bright light of the flashlight hits your face, blinding you. It takes a moment for your eyes to recover until you can trace the tall frame of the man infront of you.

Alex.

He towers over you, seeming even bigger as you're cramped down on your hands and knees, looking upward. When he takes another threatening step towards you, your face is practically pressed against his crotch.

"What are you doing here?", he repeats, his flashlight still up in your face, making you waddle back slightly. Your heart races as you try to come up with an explanation for why you're crawling around in the sewers.

"I lost something." You stutter breathlessly. You know how horrible your lie is even before he opens his mouth and snaps at you.

"The fuck you didn't." His arm lunges forward to wrap his fingers around your wrist, pulling you up and towards him. You're dragged after him with little resistance from your side, still frozen in fear. The only objection you manage is a quiet whimper but he shuts that up quickly with another rough tug on your wrists.

He guides you through the tunnel with quick strides, making it troublesome for you to follow without bumping your head and scraping your legs. When you finally manage to find a rhythm, he already pushes up the door to the rooms outside, practically throwing you on the ground.

"Sit down." He points at the half broken chair in the corner.

You grapple with the panic inside you as you stumble towards the wooden chair. Falling down on it, you can barely adjust your body before his hands are on you again, pressing you down.

He teases his fingers over the side of his pants, showing a bulge you can easily recognise as the shape of a gun. You swallow in response, eyes widening at the severity of the situation.

Content with how realisation seems to hit your senses, he lets go of your shoulders, a strange smile playing around his lips. "You understand. Good."

"Now, tell me again. What were you looking for down there?", he pins you down with his piercing gaze, his eyes walking you up and down, scanning you.

Your clothes are dirty and partly wet and your glasses are almost falling from your nose, tickling the skin beneath it. It's growing uncomfortable.

"Can you push up my glasses?", you whisper weakly, your nose scruching up as if pointing to them.

To your surprise he doesn't lash out at your nonsensical response but silently leans down, his fingers trailing over your nose until he reaches the frame. With a gentle motion he readjusts them, wiping away a piece of dirt to finish it off.

You're aghast until you feel his hands enveloping your face, holding it captive in an unnatural position. He stares right into your eyes.

"Answer me."

You start sweating more with every passing second, grabbing onto the sides of the chair as you frantically try to come up with a plausible excuse. You couldn't tell him that you've seen the tapes and what he's done to the others. You couldn't tell him that you've fallen victim to the hallucinations as well.

He'd kill you if he knew.

"I was looking for Jay." You stutter out reluctantly. "He left me a message a while ago.. talking about this location."

"You know.. before he went missing.", you tug out a piece of molden wood from the chair, kneading it into a ball. It falls to the ground leaving your nails to scratch your own skin instead.

"I.. I thought I might find something here. Something that would help finding him.", you whisper, your voice falling victim to your fear and breaking off into a sob.

His eyes trail down your face, staring into your lap, thinking. "Do you know anything about Jay's.. state?"

His words are carefully chosen, suggesting he might've believed your little story. After all, you've been quite close with Jay in college, it's not too unreasonable he left you some kind of message.

"No.", you blink hurriedly, trying to push away the tears crawling into your eyes, "I have no idea what happened to him. Or where he is.. I- I haven't seen him in months."

You emphasise the last word, hoping he'll catch the bait and let go of your face. In another setting you might've been keen on keeping his hands on you. If you were honest, you harboured a little crush on him in college but never had the courage to approach him. He has that nerdy look that makes you wet.

"Yeah.. he's been gone for quite a while now." Alex mumbles, his hot breath hitting your lashes and pushing out the hidden tears. He follows them run down your face, his hand itching to reach out and wipe them away.

"Do you know anything about Jay?" You dare to ask into the quietness that enveloped you.

Alex taps his fingers against your cheeks, his eyes flickering over your face as if calculating how much information you could be trusted with.

"Not.. much."

"Are you not worried then, Alex?", you whimper into your lips, "Brian is gone too.. and Tim."

Carefully, you reach out to him as well, laying your shaking palm against his jaw. His hot skin burns your hand and you wince at the contact.

"What has happened to our normal life?"

He instinctively leans closer at your motion, his eyes jumping from your eyes to your lips and to the sweat pearling on your forehead. By now, he's caught up in your lie, secure in his assumption that you know nothing of his crimes.

"Something changed.", is all he says before gently dragging the tip of his tongue over your glistening skin.

You moan surprisingly loud at his sudden touch, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Your legs clamp together at the next rigorous lick, feeling the rough skin of his tongue pressing against you and wettening your forehead. When he lets off, you feel the cold air embrace your moist flesh.

"Alex..", you mutter, hazed and gasping. Your lips fall open, whispering some nonsensical questions, your eyes flickering all over the place. When you finally conclude what you want to say, you can feel his hand enveloping your waist tightly, rubbing up and down.

"What-"

"Just shut up.", he says, pulling your face towards him and pressing his lips into yours.

Hungrily, he tugs at your bottom lip, sucking the flesh and pushing you into the chair with his weight. Your hands are buried in his hair when you pull him against you, opening your mouth to taste his tongue.

A gentle groan flees his lips when your saliva fills his mouth and he pulls against him, tilting his head so your noses don't collide.

You're not sure how your greedy kisses turned into his hands pushing you on your knees after throwing your pants to the side and leaving your soaked underwear to kiss the concrete. You're only sure that you were the one begging to suck his dick here and not leave to go somewhere civil.

"Fuck, that's it, pretty girl." Alex digs his fingers in your hair, roughing it up as he thrusts up into your face. You drool around his cock at the praise, your saliva dropping onto your naked thighs as you whimper in response.

You swirl your tongue against his tip, licking over the slit when he drags you back, and you hear him moan lowly at the movement of your mouth. It makes your cunt clench painfully desperate and you greedily take him deeper into your throat, hoping for more sounds to spill from his throat.

You scoot closer, pressing your face into his balls and inhaling the scent of his arousal. It fills your nostrils and you groan against his slick skin, your noise coming out choked.

"Damn, you're fucking desperate." He groans, his large hand sliding down to your neck and pressing into your tensed up muscles. You almost faint when he chokes you gently, your vision growing black with your mouth stuffed with dick and your air cut short.

He releases you a second later, and you whimper into his happy trail, you eyes rolling back at the next thrust. You feel incredibly lightheaded but you've also never been wetter in your life.

"Your eyes are tearing, darling." He notes quietly, his other hand coming up to wipe away a droplet from under your glasses.

"You want to take a little break?" He asks in a surprisingly soft voice, his hand tugging on your hair to pull you off of him but you don't follow the motion, shaking your head.

"No.." you mutter in a drowsy voice, another string of spit falling from your lips and tainting your shaking thighs. "Please."

Your thighs rub against each other wantonly, creating the friction you've been aching for and making you moan around his dick.

He pats your head reassuringly, muttering another praise and starting to move your head in the familiar rhythm again. While he keeps himself buried in yout throat, you can feel his right leg carefully push towards your hips, nudging them teasingly.

You know what he means to do, spreading your legs and giving him access to your aching cunt, lifting your body so you can sit down on his shoe.

Now with every thrust your body drags over the rough material of his shoe, rubbing your clit roughly and reddening your soaked flesh. You whimper a quiet thank you, feeling his shoe press upwards to choke out more of your needy whines.

You begin riding the tip of it clumsily, your fingers digging into his jeans to pull him against you, feeling it scratch under your nails.

1. You can actually open the safe :0

2. You can look at your chat with Alex (suggestive!!)

3. You can unlock a secret ending!

tutorial

1. When looking at the option 'drawer' you can find a small paper on the right side, just above the talking box. Click it.

2. When dropping your phone in the car, the 'Pinned chat. Alex <3.' script is clickable. You can see that when your cursor turns into a hand.

3. There are two things you need to do to unlock the ending.

"Accept Alex call." And then "Why are you asking this?"