Harper could put up with a lot for the sake of love. Being with Dirk taught her that she was a lot more tolerant than she'd ever admit. She could deal with cheating, alleged or not. Sneaking around and lying could dip below her radar. Arguments were fine, come hell or high water, she could wade through them. Even if she were to be hit, she likely wouldn't leave.

Strong as she was, what she could never ever deal with, what she would never accept, was rejection. Rejection stung worse than any harsh words Dirk could throw her way, worse than any glare or snarl she received. Worse than death. That's why she loved you. You never turned her down—you didn't have it in you to do so. Manipulative, maybe, but it was perfect for her. Someone to love her unconditionally, someone to hold her when Dirk was busy or neglectful. Someone to cry on her shoulder, and a shoulder for her to cry on.

Dirk seemed fond of you as well. For different, more selfish reasons than Harper, but he had a need for you as well. You were quiet. You never chose sides in their arguments, in fact you hardly said a thing. So unlike Harper in that way, as she spoke her mind more than freely. And more than that, you were another body he could have between Harper and himself. If he grew bored or wanted space, he could force you onto her, and she'd accept you as an offering with open arms and sweet nothings.

You were a calm force in their constant waves of passion and hate. It was a perfect match. No wonder they decided to ask you to join them. It was the only logical progression, right? You had seduced them with your calm charm and mild demeanor. Clearly, you wanted them as badly as they wanted you, right?

They found that was not the case when you turned down their proposal. A grave mistake on your part.

You desperately needed a drink, but Beverly had possibly overestimated how much you could handle. 

Blackout would be an understatement of how hammered she had gotten you. Truthfully, though, you needed it. Those two crazy people you had to play referee for, asking you to join their tawdry coupling? Jesus, what did they take you for? This is why you constantly questioned your decision to keep returning to them. Maybe a small part of you felt bad for Harper, and an even smaller part of your sympathized with Dirk, but you could have no part in their relationship! They were insane, you thought, and you likely would go crazy from simply being exposed to them for too long.

No, not an option. Not gonna happen.

"Bev," you said through a hiccup, pushing the shot she poured for you back her way, "I—I can't have anymore. Gotta get to bed."

Beverly nodded in understanding and took the shot, placing it on the far side of the counter. "Yeah, I sorta realized you'd had too much around the fourth shot. Think you can get up the stairs like this?" She braced an arm on the bar and leaned over, watching your pupils stagger in the dull light. "You're the only one here, I wouldn't mind closing up shop to help you."

Harper's familiar voice cut through and interrupted you. 

"That won't be necessary, I can walk her out," she said, placing an eerily strong hand on your shoulder. 

Beverly was no idiot, but she did still have the whole bar to close. She knew the best idea would have been to take you to your room herself, and that Harper's vibe was seemingly off, but she knew Harper. She trusted her, because for all intents and purposes, they were friends! Neighbors for years! Beverly knew Harper could be a little beside herself, but she trusted her—God honest, woman to woman, she never would expect her to do something harmful or cruel. So, she let you go.

"Well..." Beverly ran her hands over the smooth wood of the countertop and sighed, giving Harper her best smile, "just get her in bed, okay? She's had an awful lot."

"Of course, Bev!"

Everything about this felt wrong. You were too drunk to stop it, but you could sense it. Every part of you screamed to escape, but Harper's hands were scarily strong.

She dragged you away, just to the end of the staircase. You were so close to being safe in your bed, but the arms that pinned you to the banister stopped you. 

"Why?" was her first question. Her voice was strained and breaking when she asked, like a rubber band stretched too far, thin and ready to snap. The liquor on her breath fanned over your cheeks. Seemed she had her own taste of liquid courage as well. "Am I not good enough for you?" she asked, sounding more accusatory than anything. "Because, I could be whatever you need. What do you want, huh? You want me to beg? Want me to cry for you?"

She may have been volatile while sober, but she was simply crazed while drunk. You felt a crescendo of conflicting emotions pass over you. Pity, of course, for the broken beauty in front of you. Fear, naturally, for the beast hidden within that beauty. Lastly, arousal panged in your gut at the way she held you in place. 

"Harper," you start, voice slurring.

"Don't 'Harper' me." She got in your face, nose nearly grazing yours. "I know how Dirkie treats me. I know he comes and goes as he pleases, but I gave up on him years ago." Her bottom lip trembled slightly, but she cringed and pressed her lips against yours to stop the flood of emotion. Unwanted, lipstick smearing kisses splayed over your mouth between her words. "You can't leave me, though. If I don't have him or you, I—" she paused, a light flickering in her eyes. "Being without you has hurt me so bad. Don't you know what it's like to hurt like that?"

You knew you couldn't push her off of you, and even if you could, would you even bother trying? Would you dare to rip this clearly broken woman away from you? Would you toss her to the side carelessly, like so many others had done? You couldn't. Wouldn't. No matter how much you wanted to.

"Maybe we've got to show you. Make you feel what you've done to us." She took a half step away from you, putting a hint of space between your bodies. 

You immediately questioned that, feeling your body run cold at the ominous tone in her voice. "Us?"

Dirk's calloused hands wrap around your waist and yank you towards his chest. In the darkness, where you can't see him, it feels surreal. Like a real life horror, or a tale of caution. You feel a flashing warning sign wanting to go off in your head, but the warmth of his breath and body are just too familiar for your senses to go off. 

"You're fuckin' crazy if you think you're getting away from us," he says, slipping his hand tightly over your mouth. 

"You're hurting them, Harper," Dirk's fingers had found their way into your mouth long ago, prodding your sensitive throat with force. "They keep biting down." 

Harper glared up at him from her spot on the floor. Her head had been pressed between your thighs for God knew how long. It had started to hurt, but she was jaded and took your moans of anguish for that of ecstasy. 

"That's your problem, you think everything is everyone else's fault. You know where people say you'd be without me?"

"Without you, I'd be free as a fucking bird. Wouldn't have to hear you nagging me about every little thing," he spat, curling his fingers down your throat. He held back a gratified hum when you gagged around them. "Maybe I'd find someone who actually had an off button!

She ran her tongue especially hard against your cunt at that, yanking your hips forward in a petty attempt to get you out of Dirk's arms. The tug-of-war was starting to take a toll on your body. Small bruises lined your hips and ass, littering your body with reminders that you'd feel in the morning.

"Like anybody else would have you, Dirkie. Be honest with yourself, you aren't exactly a catch." She felt his free hand creep down your chest and she swatted it away, squeezing your tits blindly with her own greedy palms. "Everyone's dying to get with an emotionally unavailable cheater, right?"

"Oh, fuck you! You're so high and mighty, aren't you? I'm not cheating, but maybe I should be!"

Harper's brows furrowed together. "Stop it," she said lowly, warning him.

"Why can't you be more like her, huh? Just taking it quietly." Dirk kissed your jaw while staring at Harper. His attempt to make her jealous just made her angrier. "You never get in my business or piss me off, baby. That's why we're treatin' you so good." His lips ran down your neck and her latched on. 

"Yeah, well I wish you were different too, Dirk. I'm actually glad she's grateful and isn't a prick all the time, unlike you." Harper forced your stance wider and licked a thick stripe through your folds. She hummed in appreciation when you let out an overstimulated moan. "See?" She asked, voice mumbled with her tongue still sticking out, feuding against your abused clit. "Not afraid to tell me she loves me. A certain someone could learn from you, honey," she said, batting her lashes up at you.

You felt insane. Adrenaline and sex mania ran through your veins at every word. 

Worse than that, though, you finally started to give in. You gave into the way Harper's head fit perfectly between your thighs. You leaned into Dirk's erection pressing into the small of your back. 

"H—Harper," you squealed, feeling your umpteenth orgasm crashing down on you. Your legs nearly failed under your weight, but she held you up and finally pulled away.

"Shh, I've got you. We both do, right, Dirkie?" All the earlier fire in her voice had been replaced with thick, syrupy need. 

Dirk grunted, slowly rutting against your ass, hands holding your hips far too tight. "Always".

You gave into the both of them, even though you knew it was the wrong choice, because "wrong" doesn't always mean "bad." It just means "wrong."

he doesn't even look over his shoulder to meet your eyes, he just keeps his head hung low and grunts, "if i say yes, will you leave me alone?" now that you're close to him, you can see that he is idly toying with the tuft on the yellow rug beneath him.

"uh, no." you snicker to yourself, but cam doesn't seem amused. with a sigh, you slump down across from him; sitting a few feet away so you're not intruding on his space. only then does he spare you a brief glance, and you're able to see dark eyes from behind his hair. this moment of acknowledgement doesn't last though, as he almost immediately goes back to sulking and ignoring your existence entirely.

"look, i'm sorry about what I said to you a couple days ago." you explain, with a genuine twinge of remorse in your voice that you pray he picks up on. and when he doesn't respond, you elaborate, "it was insensitive and rude. i really didn't mean to disrespect your lifestyle."

"if you didn't mean it, then why did you say it?" he scoffs hastily, as though he's been sitting on that question. yet he still doesn't do you the courtesy of looking you in the eyes.

"i didn't have enough specs points to be nice to you." you sigh defeatedly.

cam's expression pinches into a scowl, and he spits, "what the fuck does that even mean?" there's a growing animosity in his tone, like he's growing impatient with you excuses. he's not usually so hot-headed but there's something in particular about you that gets under his skin. with a sharp inhale, he states firmly, "just drop it. you think i'm gross and that's it. if you were really sorry, you'd leave me alone."

piercing silence rings between the two of you, while you simply sit and gape at him. astounded that he wouldn't even hear you out; but maybe he was right, you shouldn't have said those things in the first place — yet a part of you knows it was out of your control. the familiar feeling of guilt and shame swirls in the pit of your stomach, making you deeply nauseous at what this interaction has devolved to.

his eyes bore into you, scrutinising every small, jagged movement of your lips as you struggle to ask, "are you seriously mad at me?"

cam scoffs a chuckle as he rolls his eyes, then snaps, "what do you think?"

that was that, then. you are pretty much doomed at this point, and guaranteed to get a hate ending. not even keith's candies would be able to salvage this. so, if he's going to hate you regardless, why not suggest something entirely unhinged, just to seal the deal?

"well, if that's the case, do you think we could we could at least fuck before the hate ending card?" you ask, innocently. and it's like cam is instantly electrocuted by your words; you watch as his whole body stiffens, and his nasty scowl quickly shifts into more of a baffled grimace.

"w—what are you talking about?" he stutters, snapping his head to the side to avoid eye-contact with you, yet you can still see the deep blush creeping across his cheeks, " 'hate ending card'? 'specs points'? you're not making any sense."

"yes, i am." you hum, slowly shuffling closer to him, and with each inch of space that closes between you, his grip on the rug tightens until his knuckles are painted white. "you think i'm annoying, right?"

"more than anyone else in this whole damn house." he says through gritted teeth, peeking at you out of the corner of his eyes (inwardly scared of what he might do if he fully meets your sultry gaze.)

"and you're upset with me for whatever reason—"

"for saying stupid shit." he corrects, whipping his head around so you can see his aggravated yet flustered expression. and to his dismay, you simply smirk and continue in a sensual whisper,

"so why don't you show me just how angry you are?"

there's a beat of silence, wherein you've shifted so close that your body is mere inches away from his, and you're gazing at him with pleading eyes. during this time, he glances between your sweet face and that fantastic red shirt you've got on — truthfully both turn him on more than he'd like to admit.

and you were right. he did find you incredibly annoying and grating, yet there was still a small part of him that was quietly hoping you'd come back to bother him some more. it was an entertaining dynamic: you'd say something audacious, he'd yell at you, then you'd grovel for forgiveness. he thought one day you might be so desperate that you'd get on your knees and beg for it.

so maybe it was cruel of him to pretend like he wants nothing to do with you, when in reality, he's praying that you come visit him and cause a stir. but maybe his secret agenda wasn't such a bad thing, as it means he can finally do this:

in a rush of adrenaline, you push over so your back is against the floor and cam is hovering over you. then, before you even have a moment to react or utter a single word, his lips come crashing down against yours, engaging you in a rough kiss while his hands waste no time in trailing down your body and tugging at your shorts.

his mouth works fiercely against yours, taking control of the kiss and practically shoving his tongue down your throat while bruising your lips in the process. you can feel him smile as the small gasps you make, or maybe he's amused by the way your lower body shudders when he rips off your shorts.

his fingers attempt to delve between your legs, but your knees are locked together in embarrassment at your newly exposed form. from the waist down you're clad in nothing but your skimpy underwear and socks. irritated by the interruption, cam parts from the kiss, only so he can glare down at you and hiss, "what? don't tell me that you're all shy now?" his messy hair hanging down is brittle against your skin, and obscures your vison slightly, "you're the one that fucking asked for this. so be a good slut and spread those legs."

it was less of a request and more of a demand, emphasised by the fact he proceeds to hook his foot between your knees and push outwards until your legs part. then, he uses his arm to increase the distance between them, until you are sprawled out to his liking and there is no further obstruction between his hands and your pantie-clad cunt.

his fingers swirl around your folds, exploring your heat and happily gathering the slick. meanwhile, his eyes were stuck to your flushed face, and you watch lips pull into a smirk as he realises how wet you are. "you were making fun of me when you're the fucking filthy one." he chuckles mockingly at you, and only teases you further when you start to pout, "don't look at me like that. don't pretend to be innocent when your soaked through your clothes for me already." his fingers hook between your folds in a scooping motion, then he bring them up to your face and hovers his glistening digits in front of you. "here. taste."

you stare at his fingers, and like he said, they were completely drenched in your arousal. so much so that your slick was already dripping off him, strings barely suspended above your chin. he interprets your lack of response as apprehension, and urges, "c'mon. this too gross for you or something?" he quirks a brow, then opens his mouth and places his fingers inside, licking them clean. when he finishes, he can't help but snicker at your dumbfounded expression, "dirty, huh?" he purrs, the pads of his saliva-covered fingers teasing your damp folds.

you nod bashfully. tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how severely your clit is aching for him.

"too bad. that's nothing compared to what i'm about to do to you." he scoffs, lifting you up by your hips and rapidly flipping you around so your cheek was pressed flush against the rug. still using his knees to keep your legs spread, he pushes them even further so they are far apart as you can physically manage. the strain causes you to groan, but cam just rolls his eyes and balls up his fist in your hair, "you're gonna be so fucking filthy once i'm done with you."

you mewl at the way he tugs on your hair, your neck arches backwards, submitting to his hands. "like the sound of that, princess?" he laughs, giving your hair another sharp pull. "c'mon. don't be rude. say 'yes, daddy'."

his rough action on your hair sends a rush of adrenaline coursing through you, and in an intense surge of fervour, you bark, "i'm not calling you 'daddy', stupid."

cam's jaw stiffens at your shockingly bitter outburst, especially with how sweet and docile you've been for him up until now. but honestly, he appreciated your sass — something about your back-talk had this firm cock throbbing in his pants. maybe it was the brat-tamer in him, but you fuelled him with passion and the undying need to teach you a lesson.

so with that in mind, he strikes your exposed ass cheek with fury, surely leaving a searing handprint in his wake. then, when he hears you give a sweet little gasp in reaction, he slaps the other cheek next. squeezing your plush skin in his hand, he says, "call me whatever the fuck you want. it won't matter soon anyway." he latches onto your hair again and yanks you back so your spine is arched to a lethal degree, so he can lean forward and drag his nose from your shoulder to the angle of your jaw, relishing in your scent. then, his hot breath tingles your skin as he growls, "remember, you asked for this. so don't bother telling me to stop, cos i won't."

"... unless you mean it, then i will."

"got that, slut?" you feel his lips move against your skin, and his stubble is scratchy yet you can't bring yourself to dislike it. similar to how he smells — he's so close to you that his scent is all you can breathe in — his aroma is potent yet not necessarily unpleasant. makes you want to gag, in both the positive and negative way. maybe you were just too down bad for him.

"mhm." you finally hum, almost choking on the nervous ball teeming in your throat. meanwhile, you hear the scrunching noise of cam adjusting his bin bag pants, and next thing you know, you can feel his bulbous tip sliding between your drenched folds, and a faint whine is freed from you at the long-awaited stimulation.

while one hand manoeuvers the head of his cock up and down your drooling slit, the other works at toying with your clit. but it becomes challenging with your panties in the way, so naturally, he leans his head down between your thighs and his mouth connects to your cunt. the soaked material is already suctioned to your heat, so all he needs to do is suck lightly before he's able to snag a piece of the fabric between his teeth. and although you were enjoying his lips against your sensitive cunt, it only takes one swift motion before he's able to rip your underwear clean off with his teeth.

"idiot. those were so expensive." you lie. cheek pressed firmly against the ground with no choice but to stare at the discarded scrap of fabric that was once your panties.

cam is quick to straighten himself and resume his cock sweeping against your labia, basking his length in your tempting juices. "don't talk to me like that." he grits, squeezing your ass in his hand while his tips prods against your entrance, applying a delicious amount of pressure but not daring to slip in yet. "think i dick down just any stupid girl that asks? you wish." he tuts, taunting your slobbering hole with his leaking precum.

"gotta be good first." he says in a sinister voice, cleaning his precum with his middle finger, then daggling it in front of your mouth. "lick."

with a sharp exhale and a roll of your eyes, you open your mouth and he instantly thrusts his fingers into your mouth, swirling them around and making sure there's not an inch of you that he leaves untouched. "that's right. get em nice and clean for me." he muses, but then quickly regrets saying that when you bite down on his fingers. with a hiss, he retracts his fingers and defensively holds them to his chest.

"ouch." he yelps. it wasn't an agonising pain, but the fact you would even try something so bratty angered him (and simultaneously made his dick ache with impatience). he narrows hsi eyes and glares down at you with a fiery hatred that would disturb your core, if you could see his face. "you're in for it now, bitch."

one hand roughly grabs your ass and hoists you up slightly, while the other guides his cock straight into your desperate cunt with a lewd squelch. the stretch of your pussy from his fat cock is so severe yet you're not given a moment to adjust before he springs to action and starts mercilessly pounding into you.

with both hands spreading your ass cheeks, and his thumbs digging into your flesh, he's holding you at the perfect angle to rut into, which only facilitates his brutal attack on your cervix. all you're really able to do is let out a staggered gasp and melt into the floor, allowing his big cock to fill you up.

"this what you fuckin wanted? huh?" he grunts, having to speak up so you can hear him over the wet noises of your own pussy. "this why you're so annoying all the time? for a little bit of attention?" your entire body shakes with each unforgiving thrust, and a moan flies for your lips each time, as you already start to lose yourself to his addicting rhythm. still, he doesn't take that as an excuse for ignorance, which realise when he lands another harsh smack on your hand, and tightens his grips on your cheeks, "say it. say you're my dirty little attention whore."

usually that's not something you'd admit to, because it's entirely untrue. however, with the way he was slamming into cunt and fucking any coherent thoughts right of out your brain, you weren't exactly in a position to argue. "i'm— i'm your dirty little attention whore!" you cry out, as though it was all one word.

you can hear him chuckle slightly behind you. "that's right you are." while his hips continue to work furiously against yours, his hands grasp onto your ass like his life depends on it. then, he slips his thumb down between your cheeks to tease your winking hole, and he laughs again when this elicits a frenzied gasp for you — and he can feel your whole body freeze at his risque touch.

"so loud. you're acting like a spoiled virgin." he idles, admiring your hole for a moment, grazing it with the pad of his finger. then, without warning, he plunges his index finger right in there, causing you to jerk in reaction. he tries to pump his fingers in tandem with the fervent rate of his cock, but the constrictive walls of your asshole rendered that a challenge. "fuck. you're tight." he curses, furrowing his brows, and his pace falters for only a moment as he garners the strength to yank his hand away.

but the damage has already been done. his rude intrusion in your ass set off a chain reaction of events that could not be undone. your body tensing in response to his adventurous touch caused your cunt to clamp down hard on his cock, where you could feel each and every bulging vein on his shaft and the sensation of his dick dragging against your interior walls hit harder than before. in combination with the poking of his fingers, the knot in your abdomen was pulsing and ready to burst at any second.

unfortunately for you, cam was able to pick up on this too and deliberately slowed his thrusting right down, until he was barely moving at all. naturally, he groan, "c—cam, 'm so close! please, stop being a jackass."

"wow, you're dumber than i thought. you thought i was going to let you cum that easy?" he lightly slaps the side of your thigh, and you can hear him scoff, "nah. you need to beg for it, princess."

once again, this is such a blow to ego, but with your cunt is direly lacking stimulation and you know that cam's dick is the only one who can fix this issue, you weren't left with many options. thus, you screw your eyes shut and swallow your pride, "please, cam, i need you so bad. nobody else can fuck me like this— please, please, please!"

it made you cringe to hear how desperate you sound, while it made cam smirk. "keep going." he urged.

with how fried your brain was, you were struggling to come up with anything coherent to say, "i'll let you use me as your cumdump or fleshlight or whatever the fuck you want, just please let me finish, daddy."

hm, usually he wouldn't let you get off so easily and would make you beg at least three more times, but he appreciates how deliciously obscene your words are. plus, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't keen to see your worn body climaxing around him.

thus, he sighs and gives in, resuming his ferociously fast pace and plowing into your pussy with no mercy. a mewl is yanked from your throat at the sudden, overwhelming stimulation, but you're quick to submit once again and enjoy the sensation of his dick splitting you in half and his tip thumping against your cervix over and over.

it's not long before the knot within you snaps, and you're gushing around him. letting a prolonged moan drawl from your throat shamelessly while the satisfying ecstacy consumes you. cam is left in awe at your spasming walls and wet release, but he doesn't allow himself to get distracted for too long and continues to relentless fuck you through your high.

even as the tingling subsides and you begin to regain control of your limbs, he keeps rutting into you, pounding your puckered and drenched pussy like it's nothing. "cam?" you croak, throat sore from your previous shriek-like moans.

"what? i'm not done yet.." he pants, his guard slowly beginning to slip away in submission to the tight vice grip of your walls, "gunna get some use out of you, worthless brat."

his erect cock pierced into your cunt repeatedly, impaling you over and over, and all you could do was lay there feebly and take it, since you enjoyed it far too much to protest. it was all so much and overwhelming but at the same time, the lust clouding your mind made it even more addicting.

"tight little hole. oh, yeah.." he groaned, tossing his head back as his hips kept rocking into yours, "that's it, slut." he said breathily as your walls fluttered around him, serving as the final straw before his cock started to spill into you. spurts of his cum flooding your insides with each docile squeeze of your pussy around his cock, all while you just laid there innocently, like you didn't even know that you were driving him fucking crazy.

he was equally as noisy when he climaxed, but you were more focused on the intoxicating sensation of his cum seeping through your pussy and resting against your cervix. he only left one load in you but it already felt as though he had claimed you entirely; painted your walls white and entirely saturating your cunt with his seed. to the point where it was hugging his own cock, and by remaining within you, he allowing himself to be coated with his own cum. not that he cared.

with a defeated sigh, his body gives out and he crashes on top of you. you can feel his chest expand and deflate against your back, and his hot breath tickles your neck with each laboured breath.

"just to be clear," he heaves in a low tone, "i'm not done yet. just taking a break. i've still got another load to leave in my cumdump." he punctuates his sentence with a lazy grab at your ass, "maybe the back door this time."

you huff an amused sigh at his words, and reply, "so, do you still hate me?"

"definitely. hate your guts." he says without missing a beat, but then there is a contemplative silence, before he clarifies, "i hate your guts. not your pussy though. from the waist down, i guess we're cool."

despite his indifferent attitude, the ending card that plays tells you everything you need to know: