star dust replace my blood cells.

"It'll just be a small little session, darling." Daniel purrs, holding you by the shoulder after convincing the director to just put a wig on you. "C'mon, aren't we friends?"

"We'd still kiss-"

"But we won't kiss anyway! Just some good ol' hollywood fake-a-roo."

Still, it weirded you out that he'd be presumably slobbering over your cheek in attempts to make the scene look real. You hoped no one would tell Johnny.

So they filmed the scene, and just like you thought, you had Daniel making out with your cheek and the Camera behind him where they could only see your hair and kissing noises.

After, it was like nothing happened. You went back to Johnny's trailer to just hang around until he came. Going over to the sink, you washed your face thoroughly, turning off the faucet and getting a scare.

"Johnny, baby!" You let out a yelp, holding onto your chest.

He stood, just beside the locked door of the trailer. You must've not heard him due to the water running.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He said, it was obvious venom laced around his words.

"Huh? Enjoyed what?"

"That little make-out session you and Daniel had."

"Johnny-"

"Oh, but you enjoyed that, didn't you? Liked him kissing all over you?"

"No! We just filmed a scene since the other girl was gone!"

"Still," He walked over to you, managing to pin you on the small counter in the trailer, you leaning back in fear that he might bite. "Does it give you any permission not to talk about it to me first?"

"But, baby! It all happened so quick- I-"

"I- I- I-," Johnny imitated in a mocking fashion. "Answer me, does it give you any permission not to talk to me about it first?"

"N...No.."

"You know I'm not a jealous man, right, sweetheart?" You nod weakly. "But that just crossed the line."

You knew you were definitely in for a wild ride.

“Oh fuck, Johnny, I can't!" You moaned into the pillow, gripping the sheets tightly.

"You like that?" He pants, holding you by the hips with a death grip as if you were going to run away any minute. "You like how I fuck you?"

"Ah! Yes, Johnny, yes!" You felt a hand smack over your ass as he pushed his dick undeniably deeper into you. You felt Johnny slap it again and again, watching it jiggle, loving the sight of you squirming and moaning uncontrollably.

"You like that, huh? You like making me show my limits?" And you could only moan in response.

Johnny's pace slowed down as you whined. "Come on, baby, if you wanna cum, work for it."

"Johnny!"

"No buts, c'mom pretty girl. But you tell me who's the only person to make you feel like this and I'll help you out."

You moan, pushing your pussy back to him. "You do— ahh— please—!"

"Good girl," He cooed, this time lightly pulling you by the hair (but still having his other hand on your waist) gently and increased his pace. "Go on."

"Y-You! Only you can make me f-feel like this!" You stuttered over your own words, writhing and moaning uncontrollably.

"Mhm."

"Ahh! Please, make me cum!" You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tightening, about to rip into two pieces as you try to hold onto the damn bed.

"Yeah, baby, just— fuck— keep talking."

"Only you, J-Johnny! I love you, n-not anyone else!"

Your ass, moans and arched back were just too much for him, burying himself into you as you felt that knot snap in two "Ahh- fuck, Johnny!"

Your orgasm washed over you, thighs trembling, threatening to give out on you, your pussy clenching around him and your juices dripping down the sides.

He wasn't done though.

"Such a good girl for me." He pounded into you, over and over again until small tears started to flow from your eyes. "Yeah, I know baby, you're sensitive?"

You nod, too tired to have anything else come out your voice rather than moans.

"Come on, make those sounds for me, pretty girl, don't hide 'em."

That made you moan even louder as he pushed into you back and forth, leaning over you so his mouth was just next to your ear. "You like that, baby?"

You felt your second orgasm approach, clenching your pussy around him and tensing up a bit.

"My girl gonna cum on my cock again?" You could feel his smug grin pressed into the back of your neck. "Fuck, yeah, hold on." He still pounded into you but you felt him reach out for something and opening it, rubbing over your back.

Then you realize. He's writing his signature on your back. In Sharpie.

"You look good like this, babygirl— shit!"

He felt you cum again, juices slipping iut faster this time and he couldn't hold back.

"Ahh, fuck, shit, baby!" He pushed your head into the pillow as he came inside you, shoving all of his seed into your stomach that it made you feel full.

"J-Johnny..."

"I know, baby, I know.." He kissed you on the forehead. "You're sorry, right?"

You give another weak nod.

"Mhm, don't worry, baby, just don't let it happen again, yeah?"

You give a sigh and fall asleep, body plumping to the side as you hear Johnny get up to go grab a towel.

"Think I'll need a talk with Daniel."

But you didn't really care. Not really.

Not with how good Bill had been plowing you into his bed, his sheets soaked with how much he made you cum.

You swore your knees gave up a long time ago, he was just holding you up by the hips with your back arched like a cat and every thrust was coupled by loud squelching.

You've lost count of how many times Bill came inside of your now puffy pussy. You're sure you've gone permanently cross-eyed.

"Last one, f-fuck, last one, 'kay? All I fucking need." Bill muttered from behind you, reaching down to wrap his hand around the front of your throat, pulling you back as he sped up his thrusts.

"Stop fucking crying, I'm not doing anything— sh- shit, I'm not doing anything to hurt you."

"B- Bill! I can't- it hurts!" You whine. You've been saying these words over and over again for the past two hours now.

"I told you, last one. Just give me one more— Alright, bitch?"

You let out a sob in reply, your fat globby tears staining the damp sheets. Atleast he wasn't cruel enough to edge you. He leans down, tongue slipping through your kiss-swollen lips unceremoniously, his spit somehow wetter than how he fucked you between your thighs.

You fall down with a plop as he lets go, writhing and moaning when he hit the sweet, sweet spot over and over again like it was routine.

Bill wasn't just a perv, he was a mean one at that. And it was evident in how he had your soaked panties pressed intently against his nose as he plowed into you relentlessly.

He was groping, grabbing everywhere; a handful of tits and squeezing so hard you wanted to snap out of your trance to smack him upright in the head.

But you didn't. Because you can't.

Because you can't deny, that even if William Alan Dickey is a freaky little incel bastard; he can definitely fuck you into submission. Someone like him shouldn't be able to rearrange your guts and still be this bad of a kisser.

You were sure you looked horrible. Feeling a leaky nose and eyes blurry with tears and your tinted lipgloss smeared across your chin caused by Bill's chapped ones.

Oh, you have absolutely no idea how long Bill has dreamed of this. Honestly, he thought you were a dream. Sweet, sweet girl moving in next door. All smiley, helpful, even went as far as to give Mrs. Dickey a homemade dish by your mom. You offered to tutor Jane too, how can he not think of you when you're in his house fucking four times a week?

One time, he even thought you caught him snooping through your stuff but he babbled that one of his dice set was missing. Something about how bitches like you would probably steal shit from guys like him. The comment got you too distracted from the growing bulge in his pants, and an odd shape in the different pockets of his flannel and pants.

You didn't really give it a second thought when you noticed your best perfume was missing. And it made Bill groan into his pillow at the thought, humping his sheets, pillow covers and even blanket covered in your perfume, smeared your lipgloss on his lips.

But still, Bill tried so hard to convince himself you were another one of those sluts that scattered all through Eltingville, squeezing their tits together and had no place in his little fantasy world, too low in the hierarchy of femoids to even be considered more than a pet.

Oh, but here you are. You got his attention now. You've got all of it as he fucks into you languidly. Didn't even notice how he's changed positions, making your limp body ply by folding your legs with your fucking knees next to your ears.

He thought you looked gross. But this horrid tingling in his stomach said otherwise with how his twitching fingers made their way to at least brush the strands of hair stuck to your forehead by sweat— his hand then going to wrap around your throat.

This'll be the last. Bill thought. But thinking more about it just kept getting his dick harder. Your pussy getting puffier.

Flimsy fingers going to your slippery, swollen clit as you let out a loud cry when he forces the bud to go in quick circles.

"Cum— f- fuck, just cum on my dick, b-bitch. All- shit, all you're fuc- fucking good for—" He pants like a dog, leaning down to sink his teeth into one of your tits, pinching the other harshly.

Your body was ridden with bruises, purpling ones along with red slap marks all over your ass and tits. Even purpling bite marks everywhere. Balls deep into your sopping, squelching cunt. You're not quite sure your pussy is yours anymore.

"Shitshitshit, your f- fucking pussy's suck- sucking me in—" His nails dig into your hips as his slick covered balls hit your puckered asshole repeatedly. "Fuckyeahfuckingshit—! Cum on my dick, bitch, fuck— uh—" Bill groans.

And it all goes white for you, all you remember is the feel of your body convulsing before passing out, squirting all over Bill's lower abdomen.

Your pretty eyes were shut as Bill finally came, burying himself to the hilt of your pussy as he blew his load against your abused cervix; making sure it was right in.

Click.

Was the sound that echoed through the room, as Bill managed to properly grab ahold of a polaroid camera, something he bought specifically for occasions like this.

Bill pockets another one of your used panties, but not before he swiped it against your dripping pussy and tongue twitching as he cleaned it all up. Pressing his nose against it and inhaling the musk of sex.

He should really go and defrost the chicken now.