kaz

“oh c’mon jack, you know this is my favourite time of year.” you whine as you follow him up the stairs, his footsteps making the creaky floorboards groan. he rolls his eyes once he reaches the top. “and what do you want me to do about that, huh?” he placed his hands on his hips, his gaze turning into a slight glare.

you returned his glare, causing his own to soften a little. “i want you to come to the party with me. that’s all i ask.” you held your hands behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers as you watched the vein on his forehead disappear. he sighs deeply, rubbing his temples as he thought about your request.

he met your stare once more, this time your eyes filled with more desperation than anything. with one last huff, he finally gave you the response that you’d been hoping for. “don’t expect to wear a costume or anything, alright? and if there isn’t good booze then i’m leaving.” it was the bare minimum, but you squealed, rushing up to him and wrapping your arms around his defined torso in a tight embrace.

he gently peeled you off of him, giving you a gentle pat on the cheek with his calloused hand before locking himself in the solace of his room. you glanced at the time. 7:42pm, meaning that you had just over an hour to get ready and there was still so much you had to do. you rushed to the bathroom, starting to work on your hair, makeup, and finding a costume that would make jack lose his mind.

you finished off in the bathroom, coming out looking the opposite of how you went in. you strolled over to your room, making your way to the mass of clothes in your closet. you wanted something that was simple but not forgettable. something that would turn all heads in your direction without making you seem like an attention seeker.

just as the clock struck 9, you heard his heavy footsteps echoing through the eerie halls, coming in your direction. he landed a few knocks on the door, his tone revealing his irritation. “are you goin’ to this thing or not?!” there was no response, allowing his voice to bounce off the walls. he banged on the door a few more times before you flung the door open.

“s-sorry, im here. let’s go.” you walked past him, but his jaw was on the floor. he was frozen in place, reeling over the sight he saw for only a fraction of a second. you were halfway down the hall, but he just continued to stare at what you were wearing.

you had on a short, tight black leather skirt with torn tights underneath, something you knew always made him weak in the knees. but your shirt is what surprised him the most. it was his well-known ultraviolence t-shirt, but you had tailored it into a skintight lacy bra that could barely hold itself together on your body.

you put on your shoes, feeling as he gawked at you. you looked in his direction, a pink flush covering his pale cheeks. “you coming?” you smiled at his teasingly as he blinked himself back to reality. he rubbed his eyes, muttering quietly under his breath. “y-yeah, just a sec…

he seemed to be in a daze the whole journey to the party. your hands were locked the entire time, but you felt him stealing occasional glances at you, his hands getting sweaty and his body trembling slightly. and best of all, it seemed like he was actually looking forward to the party, but you couldn’t be too sure. 

you and him quietly stepped into the host’s house, instantly being welcomed by the strong smell of beer. you lead jack inside, making him look like a lost puppy that was clinging onto you. you brought him to the kitchen, pouring some beer into a plastic red cup and handing it to him with a warm smile. 

“thanks for coming out with me tonight. i hope this isn’t too much for you.” he shakily took a sip from the cup, his eyes travelling down your cleavage. “no problem…” you picked up on the slight uncertainty in his voice, feeling the need to lighten the mood. “so you really didn’t dress up? you’re no fun.” you gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, making his body jerk.

you noticed his silence, starting to feel a twinge of remorse. you spoke again, but this time your voice was regretful. “y’know what? how about we just call it a night. this party wasn’t as good as i thou-” your speech was cut off when he grabbed your neck and pulled you into a hungry, desperate kiss.

his mouth stayed on your for the longest second of your life before he pulled away,, leaving your expression contorted from shock. he smiled sheepishly at you. “you know i’ve been looking for this shirt…” a dumb little smile crept onto your face as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “yeah… i know.”

Øystein had been pissing you off recently, so you decided to take a night out on the town with your friends to blow off some steam. Plus, you knew Øystein would be busy and wouldn't bother you tonight, as he had other plans.

Øystein had been pissing you off recently, so you decided to take a night out on the town with your friends to blow off some steam. Plus, you knew Øystein would be busy and wouldn't bother you tonight, as he had other plans.

He'd always be deep into his music, making him insufferable sometimes. You wanted a night without his judgment, so you went to the house party, not telling him that you were leaving. 'It's not like he cares...' You thought.

The party was raging with people inside, strobe lights scattered along the house and the intense thumping of bass. You felt your body come alive with every beat, and soon you were dancing among everyone else.

Your friends had left you to talk to other guys, get drinks, and possibly fuck. That alone made you want to leave, but something about this party didn't allow you to. Everything around you was a blur, and other men had hands on your waist... But they weren't him.

Suddenly, you felt a new pair of hands around your waist. You looked back and saw Øystein standing there, his eyes smoldering with desire… But also anger and passion. He looked at you with an intensity that made your body tremble.

Your stomach bubbled with many emotions, and your head was like a wheel; spinning with what you should say to him at this moment.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from parties like this, but now here you are!” Øystein said incredulously.

You wanted to say something along the lines of how it wasn't his decision to make, but you couldn't take your eyes off him; he was still holding you close. Something in your head felt unscrewed, not responding well to his response. You should've been defending yourself... Not standing there with your eyes searching his.

“I-I…” You stuttered, unable to put together any sort of coherent response.

He only grabbed you, leading you away from the suffocating crowd you didn't even know was bothering you until this point. He kept a tight grip on you as he dragged you upstairs.

As soon as you reached the top, there was a hallway with 3 doors; 2 adjacent to each other, and one parallel to the 2 doors. He opened the door parallel to the 2, loud moans ringing through both of your ears, the sight of your friend riding some random guy she just met.

A yelp emits from your mouth, your hand instantly closing the door. A deep sigh leaves Øystein's mouth, a chuckle soon to follow.

"This is why I told you to stay away from parties like this," he said shaking his head as he released you from his ironclad grip. You were about to speak up again, but the words caught in your throat when he grabbed your face and inched closer, a smirk slowly making its way across his face.

The couple hastily moved away from each other, a stern look suddenly present in Øystein's face. He motioned you to come inside the room while they quickly ran out of it, leaving you two alone.

The atmosphere was tense as Øystein pointed his finger at you, the silence filling the room. He finally opened his mouth to speak. "You were about to do something stupid," He said accusingly, his intense gaze never leaving your face.

You gulped, suddenly intimidated by him. "I-I was just curious," you stuttered. You instantly regretted your words.

He clenched his jaw, looking at you with disdain before letting out a deep breath and relaxing his stance a bit.

"Curiosity is not always your friend," he tilted his head, his gaze still boring into yours as he grabbed your hands in his own. "I think… You’re just acting like a slut to get my attention."

You felt your heart racing as you stared back at him, unable to find words. Øystein smiled devilishly before swooping in for a kiss without warning, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. He then kissed every inch of your body until his lips were back on yours. You could feel electricity coursing through both of your bodies and it felt amazing. You knew then that you were in way too deep.

His grip on you was tight, almost bruising your waist. As you both kissed, his body collided with yours, and soon you found yourself laid on the bed with him on top of you.

Your pussy pooled with wetness, his veiny, pale hands traveling to your core. He started to move his fingers inside you, pushing and pulling in a deep rhythm. His subtle and gentle movements were filling your body up with pleasure like nothing else before. With each thrust of his hand, you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Before you even came, his hands retracted from your core and his lips trailed down your neck. He worked his way to your nipples, pulling up your top, and teasing them with his tongue as he moved further down past the small of your back, kissing each inch of skin as if it were precious.

However the passion ended there. Øystein suddenly flipped you over on all fours, his hand colliding with your ass; a stinging sensation traveling through you.

A moan escaped your lips, as you felt empty without him inside. In order to fill that void, your fingers found its way to your clit, rubbing it as strained whimpers escaped your mouth.

He smacked your hand away, placing his hand in front of your mouth. "Spit." He demanded.

A pool of your saliva bubbled on his hand, as he retracted it and rubbed it on his aching cock.

And before you knew it, he was spearing into you. His thrusts hurried and intense, as if it were his last time, each increasing in pressure until he was shaking with the feeling of pure pleasure.

"S-Slow down, Øystein... Fuck!" You cried out, sobs bubbling out of your mouth, and as soon as you know it, tears spilled out from pleasure.

Your moans rung in his ears as he noticed the music downstairs died down a bit, but he didn't care. He was too focused on the blissful pleasure that your body gave him, as your muscles clenched onto his cock with each thrust, sending spasms of ecstasy through his body.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly stuffing your face into the pillows, suppressing your moans.

"Be fucking quiet, whore." He seethed, as his thrusts quickened and the air filled with your muffled moans.

It was hard to breathe with your face in the pillows, and the fact that he kept smacking your ass didn't help much. You felt your insides warming up as he hit just the right spot, and it wasn't long before a wave of heat spread over your body.

Just before you knew it, you came on his hard cock, moaning into the pillow as your wet pussy clenched tightly onto his cock. Your fluids seeped down your thighs, as your body shook in recovering pleasure.

Øystein was about to fall apart, his thrusts going erratic. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he started pounding into you wildly. It wasn't long before he let out a deep guttural grunt, "Let me paint that pretty face of yours." He pulled your head out the pillows, whispering in your ear.

The searing pain of the grip on his hair flowed through you, but you were still at a high.

He made you drop to your knees, pumping his cock right in front of your face. You opened your mouth, closing your eyes and letting Øystein shoot his cum over your tongue and face.

It was then that you felt the last contractions of his orgasm, and Øystein finally released his grip from your hair. You stayed on your knees for a moment, taking in everything that just happened.

As you looked up to him with glazed eyes, his smile devilishly looking down upon you. "Let's go," His voice raspy.

You stood up, nodding, and your knees slightly went weak. "Let me just wipe my face–"

"No." Øystein's voice was stern. "Leave it." He said with a smirk.

As you both descended down the stairs, the party still going on as a few eyes stared at you. Silence was shared between them, while others raised an eyebrow.

Shit, some of them even had a hard-on.

Øystein didn't care though,

he wanted everyone to know you were his.