Far Away Land 🪽 ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

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The evening sun casts long streaks of amber light shining throughout the golden corridors of the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf.

You were making your way through the bright palace to get to your husband's dim chambers. Loki was off somewhere with Thor, doing gods knows what. Loki felt better knowing you were safe in the palace, away from whatever business he had to handle within any realm.

He couldn't forgive himself if you ever got badly hurt with him in combat and he couldn't save you. Loki knew you could hold your own, but he was your husband, he wanted to protect you from any wondering or villainous eyes and the malicious intentions of enemies.

You made your way to Loki's chambers, the tall double doors opening on their own before you as you slid into the dark space while the doors closed behind you.

Even though he was gone, his scent still lingers throughout his room, Sandalwood and a certain musk piercing through your nostrils. Each corner of the chambers was a dark, cold mystery, similar to Loki's aura.

You couldn't wait to be in your husband's presence again, to be able to sink in his tall figure and long arms was something you yearned for daily. You took long, slow strides on the cold floor, taking in note of how the single few candles lit up small globes of light in Loki's room. You sighed as you dropped your shoulders, rotating your head in a circle slowly as you rest it back a bit, trying to roll of the worries of today.

You forged in front of the big, black mirror on Loki's wall. Your eyes glazed over your flowy, army green dress that had a dramatic, plunging V-neckline that extends down toward a metallic, sunburst-shaped crystal embellishment with the skirt of the dress draped along the floor behind you.

The fabric clung to your curves nicely, enhancing your figure. You wish Loki could've seen you today, walking around clad in the dress that drove him over the edge.

Your vision unfocused from your own reflection in the mirror to the black love seat that had your husbands dark green cape draped over the top of the back rest. You couldn't get enough of him in his cape, it always made him look so regal and sharp.

You had an idea in your head that only lasted a heartbeat before you turned around and glided over to grab his cape from the love seat.

As you made your way closer, grabbing the fine wool and grazing it between your fingers, you began to miss your husband even more. You brought the cloak up to your nose, inhaling his scent deeply as your eyes fluttered close. You could drown in Loki's smell, it was intoxicating.

You brought the cape away from your face, fluttering your eyes open to look at it before swooping it behind you and attaching it to your shoulders.

You gracefully made your way in front of the mirror again, turning a bit to look at how his long cape engulfs the back of your figure, almost protecting it. You held the edges of the fabric between your fingertips, taking note of how fine and soft it felt. You faced your body forwards, your eyes scanning the way the fabric clung to your shoulders in your reflection.

A small smile tugged at your oral commissure, swishing the cape around your body. The cloak had a cold touch to it, laced with ancient magic and green satin.

You hummed at the way it moved smoothly around you, a sense of protective armor engulfing your body. You suddenly felt a cold chill, goosebumps rising on your skin beneath your sleeves. Your eyes widened a bit, your pulse quickening. Before you could even register a familiar icy presence behind your back, you felt heavy, wondering hands wrapping around your sides as you saw them claiming your waist in your reflection.

A wave of glowing green magic flashes behind you, starting tall and hitting the floor as Loki's figure is presented to you. He's right behind you, your back pressed closely against his hard, cold armor.

His hands were holding you stable against him as he was grinning at you through the mirror, his eyes trailing down your striking gown and what was unmistakably different clinging to your shoulders. Loki could feel his cock twitch in his pants, seeing his cape on you was the most adorable thing he had ever seen — but also one the sexiest things you could've ever wore.

His soft lips hovered over your ear, his breath tickling your temple. "Someone seems to be playing dress up, I see?" His voice low, almost a growl that sent electricity up your spine.

His hands were rough, but also gentle all at the same time. He made sure to claim you, but not in a way that would harm you, unless you wanted him to. Your pulse hammered in your ears and chest, heat pooling in your stomach. His touch always made you forget about any and everything, almost making you completely dumb for him.

"I was curious, it looks quite lovely, doesn't it?" You said giving him a sly grin in the mirror. Loki dampened his lips as his grip on your waist tightened, a soft growl coming from his throat. "You look ravishing, darling. This dress is stunning on you and goes beautifully with your skin tone, and I'd never thought to put you in my cloak, but it's a vision I couldn't ever dare to regret." His words were laced with rasp and need, his eyes bore into yours.

He shifted his gaze towards your collarbones poking out of your neckline, then trailing to his cape on you. He almost thought it looked better on you than him, the way it surrounded your body and the little dents of fabric on your back sculpting your curves. His cock was starting to ache now, you looked so beautifully regal in front of him, but he wanted to break that.

You dampened your lips, his stare making your breath hitch very slightly in your chest. Loki caught everything though; the change in your eyes, the quickening pace of your heart beat, and even the loss of strength in your knees from his touch. Trying to stable your resolve, your eyes fall to the floor for a moment before they land back onto his reflection. "Thank you, hon. I saw it draped on the love seat, thought I'd give it a try." You said, giving him a soft smile.

Loki's eyes trailed all the way up from your body to meet your own beautiful pools that Loki could explore forever. His eyes were full of admiration, but burning with something way more passionate.

"And you look absolutely devourable, doll. I think you should wear my cape more often, it suits you quite well." He said in a smooth persuasive tone, his hands slithering from your waist to the sides of your thighs, his touch leaving a line of goosebumps under your dress.

You could feel your cunt getting hotter, pulsing at his words and the way he couldn't seem to pry his eyes off of you. You could see him dip his head toward your ear in the mirror, his lips grazing your ear while maintaining that same deadly eye contact.

"You look like the most dangerous noble in all of the Nine Realms in my cloak, a beautiful warrior ready to conjure and fight for what she pleases." He says lowly, a devilish smirk tugging at his oral commissures.

He tilted his head a bit, lifting his brows for a split second, "Although, it is taking everything in me to not take you right here, in front of this very mirror while your clad in my regal drape." He growled, pressing his body against your back even closer, feeling his need and lust seep directly from his armor.

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Next one might be Sub Loki cuz I can’t get enough of him being such a switch 🫠

Loki was comfortably settled on his stomach between the plush warmth of your thighs, red bite indents on the inner part of the flesh from his love nips.

His face was hovering over your pulsing heat as his upper body was exposed to you, leaving his muscles to drown under your gaze with tight, black boxers hugging his hips and bulge. The only regal piece of armor cladding him was his golden horned helmet that laid over his silky, raven hair.

His hazy, emerald eyes were dissecting your expressions, paying attention to each little movement and passing emotion on your face.

His chin was grazing against your clit as a devilish smirk tugged at his oral commissure, "I am dying to get a taste of that sweet nectar, lovely. Your juices are more intoxicating than any fine Asgardian mead." He rasped, a slight growl under his words as the vibrations of his voice rattled throughout your flesh.

Your chest felt hot, you could get lost in the way Loki was looking at you. His gaze made a heat pool in your stomach, almost making you instinctively buck your hips against his sharp chin.

"Please taste me, Loki baby" You breathed out almost weakly, your eyebrows furrowing softly. The need on fire in your eyes is very evident to Loki, and that along with your words had his hands gripping your thighs tighter and his resolve slipping.

With a simple, cool blow of air from Loki's lips and a wisp of green magic flowing along your lace panties, they disappeared from your hips.

He growled as he jerked your legs open, his knuckles turning pale from his grip. You swore you saw his pupils blow out at the sight of your leaking cunt before he took a long drag of his hot, heavy tongue across your pulsing bud.

Your head flew back against the mattress instinctively, your fingers flying to grip one of the cold metal horns on his helmet.

You couldn't hold back your cries of ecstasy from the mind-dissolving pleasure from Loki's warm muscle, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you grind your hips against his working tongue.

He groaned against your wet heat, your juices collecting around his mouth the more he devours you. His eyes would flutter close momentarily, only to savor the taste of you and how wrecked and beautiful you sounded for him, before opening his eyes again to watch your body and face intensely. He examined every movement, every sound and every expression that came from the beautiful woman he was currently feasting upon.

Your breath was ragged and shallow, your chest heaving up and down. Your cheeks and chest flushed red from your dilated blood vessels as the weight of the pleasure threatened to crash down on you.

Loki couldn't get enough of you, he wanted you to feel every ounce of his need for you. He sucked your clit between his lips, stroking his tongue underneath the swollen bud. He could see the way your soul started to descend, every crevice of your being shattering under his hot, needy mouth.

"Oh, Fuck, Loki!" You cried out, arching your back off the mattress. Your other hand went flying to the other horn of his helmet, your fingers gripping the cold metal for dear life.

Loki grinned against you, enjoying the way you used his armor to anchor your spinning head. Your pretty little faces and moans is what got to him most, though. The way your face contorts with each flick of his tongue and the beautiful, melodic cries that strain from your throat, it made him want to lock you both away and consume you like this until the end of all the Nine Realms.

A celebratory feast was held in the Golden Hall of Gladsheim upon the following next day.

You chatted with other Asgardians in the hall, having light conversations as you tried some of the finest and juiciest slabs of meat.

Though, you were painfully aware of the bruising gaze on your flowy, translucent green gown made of soft, Asgardian silk. It was the only gaze that could send tickles down the back of your neck. You turned your head over your shoulder softly, immediately locking your eyes onto his beautiful emerald pools that stared right through your very soul.

Loki was sat in a chair on the raised dais, his back leaned against it while his posture was relaxed and regal. He held up the mask of a Prince, but even his weakest enemies couldn't mistake the burning fire in his eyes.

A knowing smirk tugged at his lips, giving you a suggestive look while his eyes darted up to his golden horned helmet he was wearing and then back to you. The same helmet you held onto so tightly to brace yourself against Loki's ravishing tongue the night before.

A wave of embarrassment crashes throughout you as you realize what he was referring to, your cheeks flushing pink as you suction your lips under your teeth.

I mean, his horns are a good handle.

I found this idea from a Pinterest post that I can’t even find anymore lmaoaoaoa anyways me personally I’d be GRIPPING his horns 😋

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Loki loved using his magic to tease you. He knew exactly what to do to make you weak under his presence.

"Don't squirm from me, dear. That'll only make the fight harder for you." His voice was hoarse, thick with desire.

You clung to the silk sheets splayed across Loki's bed, looking up at him with ragged breath while balancing your weight on your elbows. Your body was instinctively repelling against his tall figure at the edge of the bed, preparing for the punishment that was about to be put in place.

"The shadows regards your behavior, y/n. Whether you know it or not," Loki's tall figure leans down a bit, his emerald eyes prying into yours.

His voice dropped an octave, a whispery melodic song to your ears, "I'm always watching."

A knowing, devilish smirk spreads across his face as a flicker of green magic washes over Loki. You blinked, and there was a double of Loki on each side of him. Three long shadows casted along the chamber walls, reminding you of your outgrown power.

Now, you had three Loki's grinning at you. Three pairs of eyes scanning you, and three cocks eager to rip you apart.

Your heart was thumping like a trapped bird inside a cage, your grip on the sheets growing more tighter and desperate.

"Let's see how well we can tighten up that behavior of yours, shall we? Or do you think you can't handle all three of me? Either way, your lesson will be learned tonight, pet."

pairing : Bad era!Michael Jackson x F!reader

tags : ⚠️ MDNI, Heavy smut, non-con, mentions of gangs, Evil Michael.

WC : 5.6k

You go to the bar to have a drink by yourself, but that would soon change when a striking man enters the bar and has his eye on you throughout the night, the whole night.

A/N : I am aware Michael would have never done anything he does in this fic irl!! Just purely fantasy!! 😶‍🌫️

Going to the bar was a weekly occurrence for you. Every weekend you would go to your local bar and take a few shots by yourself and walk home, the bar was just a few blocks from your apartment building.

Life seemed like a repetitive cycle for you right now, your ‘friends’ never really called you and you didn’t go out as much anymore. You didn’t mind being alone though, it was peaceful for you. What you didn’t like, was the consistent pattern that dragged throughout the days.

You were in front of the mirror getting your makeup, hair, and outfit together before going to get your daily weekend drinks. Your cigarette smoke filled the room, along with the gallons of hairspray you were using for your hair and the Tiffany vinyl you had playing. Your sweet perfume lingered throughout the house as you got ready, making sure you had everything and that you looked good. You had on a simple white top with a cropped leather moto jacket and a high waisted pink spandex mini skirt that clung to your hips nicely, along with a heavy silver embellished belt and simple black pumps to bring it all together.

You really don’t know why you always dressed so good going out for drinks on the weekend, who were you really trying to impress? Once you had your hair perfect, you grabbed your purse and headed out the door.

The night air danced along your skin, making goosebumps rise on your arms and legs. The night felt young and you couldn’t wait to get a little numb. You clung your cropped leather jacket around you but it was doing nothing against the nights howling air.

You shivered a bit and bit your bottom lip, telling yourself you were almost there. You decided to take off your heels on the way there, saving energy for wearing them at the actual bar. The moonlight shines prominently against your skin, daring anything to be quite as bright as itself. You look up at it to admire its beauty, taking note of the little details on its surface.

You focused your attention on walking again, looking ahead and seeing bright colored lights flashing on the corner. You knew you were about to arrive at the bar. Once you arrived at the door of the bar, you observed the outside of it briefly. Taking note of the exterior, even though you’ve been here a million times.

You grabbed the handle of the front entrance, going through the doorway while making space for yourself in the bar. it wasn’t unusual for you to get stares, honestly you loved the attention. You thrived off the pathetic stares of men wanting to get a taste, but never will.

The bar is busy and rolling like it always is on a weekend, you sit on a cushioned seat against the bar. You lean back in the seat a bit to get comfy but maintain your posture. A young male bartender behind the counter comes up to you while wiping down a cup.

“The usual, sweetie?”

“Yes please.”

You were practically a regular at this point, as you were watching him make your drink, you zoned out thinking about your decisions of your daily intake of alcohol. ‘God I need to stop drinking.’ you thought to yourself. You were snapped out of your trance by the glass of alcohol sat in front of you.

“Hope you enjoy, miss.”

You gave him a soft smile and a nod, bringing the glass to your lips carefully. The first sip of your drink went down your throat warmly, coating your stomach. You felt the burn in your chest, you loved it. The dopamine rushed through your head, making your mind a little fuzzy for a few seconds.

To you, drinking felt like a warm hug after a hard day. It made your mind stop racing and just made you feel okay for once. The bar music was muffled by the alcohol in your system and by your own thoughts, like what were you gonna do for the rest of the week. You crossed one of your legs over the other, bouncing it slightly as you finished the rest of your drink.

You caught the bartender’s attention by a small wave, “Can I get another, please?”

“Of course, coming right up.”

Your eyes glazed over the entire bar, watching people interact with each other, laughing and smiling. Your thought process is interrupted by the clanking of glass on the bar counter, you looked back to grab your new glass.

Taking a swig of the strong liquid, you hear the bar door open. You put your glass down, looking over at the entrance of the bar to see who walked in. A tall, light-skin male with black, curly medium hair in a black leather jacket with belt buckles around the arms, along with long fingerless gloves that also had belt buckles attached to them at the wrist. He had on a black long sleeve under the jacket and a silver studded belt with tight black cotton pants that had belt buckles attached around it at the thigh and more at the calves, with polished black boots.

He was one hell of a sight you will admit, the way he carried himself so confidently yet so securely. His eyes gazed over the bar for a moment before they landed on you. His eyes got lower and more intense once they found yours, a small grin creeping on one of the corners of his lips.

His gaze shifted away as he walked deeper into the bar. ‘Fuck he was kind of hot.’ You thought to yourself. His presence could be felt so deeply, even from far away it almost seemed like. You couldn’t stop thinking about him for a minute, the way he came in the bar like he had a mission, something to find. The way his clothes hugged his body just right made you weak, making you shift in your sit. But you couldn’t help to think how familiar he looked.

You fluttered your eyelashes and shook your head to get the thoughts of the mysterious man out of your head. You downed the remaining of your drink, starting to feel the alcohol either help or fuel your thoughts. At this point, the alcohol is probably not helping your racing thoughts. Without skipping a beat, you catch the bartender to ask him for another drink.

As you waited for your next drink, you felt a little off centered. Like you were being watched, you tried to shake the feeling as you grabbed your new drink that was sat in front of you. You tried to seem calm, nonchalant, but you could still feel your every move being analyzed. You brought the glass to your lips slowly, taking a sip. When you put your glass down, your eyes instantly fell on him.

The familiar guy who just entered the bar was looking dead at you from across the bar counter. He had a glass of wine in his hand while he rested his weight on one of his elbows and had the other arm resting on the bar counter. His eyes were so pulling, hypnotizing almost. He was basically undressing me with his eyes.

God, it was making you clench your legs together a bit. You swallowed hard a bit as you looked away from his piercing gaze. You could feel him scanning your entire presence.

You ignored it, downing your drink and trying to make yourself forget. Everything felt so fuzzy, you got so warm suddenly. You let your head fall back and rested your back against the chair you were sitting in. You rested your eyes and let the alcohol consume you while dancing a bit to the music, trying to distract yourself.

You moved your hips in the seat a bit while letting a little loose to the music. The man across the bar was watching your body intensely, never looking away. He groaned feeling himself ache in his pants, seeing you dance sensually with yourself was enough to make him want to tear you apart.

He tilted his head a bit while watching you, catching his bottom lip softly with his teeth. What he would do to even get just a taste of you. He couldn’t bear another second, slipping out of his seat quickly to go over to you. You were in your own little world, swaying your body to the music. Then you felt a heavy presence near your back, you looked behind you and jolted, not expecting him.

“Woah woah I’m sorry, love. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” A soft voice with a little wit was heard behind your seat.

Your chest was heaving up and down as you held your hand against your chest, “My god you scared me. H-Hello how are you?” It came out more nervously than you wanted.

He was standing there with his glass in one hand and his head kind of tilted at you as he chuckled softly, “Oh I’m good, are you okay?” He grinned at you while eyeing you up and down.

You tried your best to seem calm and collected after your small scare, but the way he was looking at you and standing closely behind your chair had your heart thumping out of your chest. “I’m fine, what brings you out here tonight?” You ask to spark up conversation and to distract him from your nervousness.

He slides into the chair right next to you, placing his glass next to yours. “Not much, just here to get a drink or two. Enjoy myself, how about you, dear?” He asked, his voice as soft as silk.

Good lord he is sexy, you couldn’t take the way he’s been looking at you all night. Now that he was closer to you, he was even more familiar to you and you couldn’t figure out why. He rested his arm against the edge of the counter as he put his weight up against it, the other hand holding his wrist softly as he looks at you awaiting your response. “I come here often, actually every weekend for a while now. Drinking takes my mind off things.” You replied to him softly, making note of your posture and how you sounded around him, wanting to almost impress him.

“Well drinking won’t always take the pain away, sweetie. I never asked your name by the way.” He furrowed his brows in question, wanting to know more about the beautiful woman in front of him.

“My name is ’Y/N’, what’s yours?” A soft smile crept on your face. “Michael, but you can call me Mike, babygirl.” He said with a confident smirk, eyeing you up and down. You laughed a bit to cover up your growing butterflies in your stomach. “Well Mike, I appreciate your advice but I’d rather be drinking until my liver shrivels up instead of being a coke addict.” You giggled.

A sweet and innocent sounding laugh fell from his lips, “Both can kill you, but I guess you’re right.”

Your head felt so hazy and blurry, you felt so light and talking to this dreamy, awfully familiar man didn’t help the heat you felt between your legs. You couldn’t get over the way his eyes burned into your body, his eyes trailing over and down your legs. His voice was a whole other topic, it was so soft but still had authority and confidence laced in it.

You gave him a shy smile and looked down at your lap, your nervousness growing. “Don’t have to be so shy, honey. I won’t bite.” He said dipping his head a bit lower to search for your face.

You look up at him, finding his eyes. “Oh I’m good, just feeling the alcohol.” You say with a soft smile.

Michael caught his bottom lip under his top teeth, observing your flush cheeks and drunk state. He caught attention to your nervousness and how tense your body was.

“Relax, baby. You got nothing to worry about when Michael’s here.” He said softly with a confident grin while tilting his head a bit.

The aching heat between your legs grew hotter as you realized he saw how tense and reserved your body language was, even though moments before you were dancing and gliding your hips into your seat. Michael was extremely charming, god you couldn’t help but to get all hot around him. You just kind of giggled at his remark and looked down at your lap, immediately feeling your face getting hot.

You felt two fingers grab your chin to lift your face up, Michael looking dead into your soul. “Don’t look away from me. Pretty girls like you deserve to be protected.” His voice was still soft, but it had a little more authority in it this time.

Your lip slipped under your teeth as you looked at him with flushed cheeks, squeezing your thighs a little together. He noticed this, his eyes darting down to your thighs and the look in his eyes became almost devilish by the time he looked back up at you. “I just barely touched you, already clinching to hold back, huh?” His voice laced with tease along with his sexy soft tone.

Your brows furrowed a bit in embarrassment, licking your lips a bit. “Well when you grab a woman by her chin what do you expect her to do?,” you said in a teasing tone.

He let out a soft chuckle as you gave him a shy smile. You two continued with your little remarks to each other and your enduring conversations. You couldn’t help but focus back on the way he was looking at you. Throughout the whole time, his stare and his presence intimidated you and made you feel almost small. His eyes were remarkably beautiful, you caught yourself getting lost in them a few times.

You noticed his knee inching closer to you, ever so slightly gliding his knee against yours and your thigh. The slight touch almost drove you crazy — but again you barely knew the guy. He was so alluring, though. You almost couldn’t get enough.

“Do you have a man?” His smooth voice slid in and out through your heart, giving you butterflies. A few of his dark curly strands of hair was resting against his forehead, his lips glistening as he looks you up and down carefully and slowly. You knew your cheeks gave yourself away, feeling the heat get heavier on your face as you bit the inside of your cheek. “N-No .. I mostly stay to myself.” You admitted.

His eyes lit up and a devilish smirk crept across his face, “A pretty woman like you doesn’t have a boyfriend? Impossible.” He snickered.

“Very possible, I’m alone most of the time.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. You noticed him looking at you intensely, squinting his eyes a bit.

“Hey .. I just now happen to notice how familiar you look.” He says softly with an eyebrow raised. As soon as he said that, you knew instantly why he was so familiar. He was your neighbor at your apartment building.

Your heart drops, feeling embarrassed of not noticing him sooner. “You know I’ve thought the same thing about you the whole night, I just now realized we’re neighbors at the apartments 2 blocks down.” You said, smiling shyly. His eyes widen a bit as his lips parted, “That’s what it is! Of course, hello neighbor.” He says in a witty tone with a smirk.

You chuckle at him, “It was bothering me for a while, I was trying to figure out who you were.”

“Oh really, sweetheart?” He says softly and lowly, looking through his brows at you.

Your face flushes pink, not wanting to admit your growing curiosity for the man. “Y-Yeah..” you admitted honestly. Michael grinned devilish at you. The night was growing older as your conversation with Michael continued. Your vision was hazy from the alcohol in your system, you were disoriented and thought about if you could really walk home properly. You got hammered often, but this was something different. You have a problem with going over your limit sometimes.

After a while, you paid off your tab and decided to gather your things to leave. “Leaving already, beautiful?” Michael said tauntingly, his eyes never leaving you. You smiled at him and nodded, “It’s pretty late, Michael. I’ll see you maybe next weekend, same place? Or maybe back at the apartment” you chuckled a bit.

His eyes grew hungry, like he was gonna pounce on you. “Mmm, okay. Be careful, there’s some bad guys out there that roam the streets at night that would tear up a pretty girl like you.” He said, his voice low with warning but smooth. His stare and remark gave you chills down your spine, “O-Okay.. Thank you. See you, Michael.” Your cheeks grew hot. “See ya, sweet face.” His eyes roamed your body as you headed out the bar entrance.

You began your walk down the street back to your apartment, the street lights glowing against your skin as your heels clanked against the sidewalk. You kept thinking about Michael’s remark about the “bad guys”. Your apartment wasn’t too far you thought, you should be fine. Plus you’ve walked this way a thousand times, why would it be any different now?

But slowly on your walk back, you started hearing noises around you, shifts in alley ways. You thought it out to be your worried imagination.

Your legs sped up on instinct, clutching onto yourself. You suddenly felt your world go light as a big pair of strong arms wrapped around you and slammed you into an alley way. You collapsed against the ground, everything around you dark. Your knees felt warm and ached from the scrapes caused by the concrete.

A strong, big hand grips a hand full of your hair and jerks your head back. You’re forced to look at 6 dark figures that you couldn’t see well because of the pitch black night, one holding your head back. You felt a pit in your stomach, you felt like this was really the end.

You felt a hot, sharp sting across your face, getting struck by one of the men’s hands, “Pretty little bitch, aren’t you?” One of them says as they collectively laugh and coo while another man strokes your thigh. At this point, you had accepted your fate. All 6 men had their hands on you and you were at their mercy. You could feel your tits getting groped and hands trying to go under your skirt, seconds felt like hours and all you wanted was for it to go away.

“Hey!” A familiar voice yells down the alley way, you look down the dim alley way to see a dark figure racing towards you. The men all look at the figure running towards them for a second before they suddenly jump up, letting go of you. “Ah shit, it’s Michael go go!” A deep voice yells as the rest of the men can be seen running in the opposite direction quickly.

Your heart drops. Michael? ..

Michael slowed down his stride as he got close to you, “Oh sweetheart, are you okay what did they do to you?” He said to you sweetly and softly, with a worried expression as he kneeled down right in front of you, checking you for injuries. Your heart was racing, trying to process what just even happened. Now Michael was here?!

Your chest was heaving up and down from the adrenaline, “I’m okay they didn’t do anything .. did they know you?” You questioned why they ran away as soon as they heard Michael’s voice, and how he got here so quickly. Michael sighed and looked down for a second, a grin creeping his face. Your brows furrowed, tilting your head a bit. His eyes met yours again, this time, they weren’t protective or caring, they were predatorily. “Oh babygirl, they know me. They know how dangerous I can be.” His voice becomes lower, almost a whisper as his eyes burn into you. His whole demeanor and attitude changed, it almost scared you.

You pushed yourself against the brick wall a little harder on instinct, “A-Are you apart of a gang?” Your voice was shaken, not knowing what to expect next. His grin grew even more devilish, “Baby you’ve got it all wrong, I am my own gang. I’m just as bad by myself.”

“Bad? You? ..” your breath hitched.

His stare was intense on you until he suddenly grabbed your arms and jerked you up to your feet, swinging you around and locking your arms around your back as he pushed you up against the brick wall with his body against your back. You yelped and struggled against him, “Ahh! Michael what are you doing?!” You pleaded, your cheek smushed against the cold, hard brick wall. One of his hands held your arms tightly in place behind your back while the other pushed your head against the wall.

He leaned closer to your ear, “You wanna see who’s bad, slut?”

You quivered underneath him, trying to get out from his grip. His warm breath against your neck gave you chills throughout your whole body, his soft but masculine and penetrating voice making you like this force against you more than you want. With the hand he was holding your head with, he quickly undone his belt. He pulled his pants down with one hand steadily, but at the same time hurriedly. He grabbed your hair and jerked you around to make you face him, “On your knees, cmon.”

You wanted to run, wiggling around to try and get away, but his tight grip on you almost made you want to stay. Your body was saying yes and giving in to him, but your brain was scared. He forced you on your knees, looking up at him as the view of his thick cock blocked his beautiful face. “Such a good girl.” He said as he stroked your hair, then suddenly gripping it tightly, “Don’t fucking run away from me, slut.” He said sternly through gritted teeth.

You swallowed hard and nodded softly, your eyes connecting to his long, twitching dick. You felt your mouth pool with drool, immediately wrapping your lips around his tip. You looked up to see his head slowly lean back with his mouth parted, a groan vibrating throughout his body. You slowly slipped his shaft into your mouth as it made its way deeper into your throat. Michael was looking down at you, gripping your hair tightly as he was damn near whimpering from how good you took him.

“F-Fuck.. that’s right, bitch.” He choked out as he made you bob on his cock faster. You were gagging a bit, tears already stinging your eyes. Your stomach was in a knot from the tension and control, but you loved it at the same time even if you were scared.

You let yourself gag and choke on his length to satisfy him. He was fucking your face like it was nothing, his hips snapping against your cheeks so hard you winced each time. You were drooling all over yourself and Michael. His hips, balls, and dick covered in your saliva.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your cheeks flushed as your lips were covered in spit and pre cum. Feeling his length abuse your throat made you leak, the way he had zero mercy and was using you so forcefully made you into a whore for him.

All you could do was groan and gag against him as he fucked your throat vigorously, Michael turning into a whimpering, groaning mess. His legs were convulsing and he was gripping your hair so fucking tight, but you didn’t fight back. You didn’t run away, you sat there and took it, like you secretly wanted to.

You looked up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. Michael looked hungry, he was staring right back at you with a devilish grin, his face contorting from your warm throat. “So fucking beautiful..” He strained out while groaning lowly.

His curls fell in his face as he looked down at you taking him. ‘Fuck I could look at that all the time’ you thought. His cock begin to twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close. He gripped your hair tighter, “Your mouth is like heaven, slut.” He groaned as he sped up his pace, his stride getting sloppier the closer he got to his climax.

“A-Ahh.. Fuuuck.” A guttural whimper came from him that he couldn’t contain, turning his face a bit to hide his embarrassment as he still fucked your throat aggressively. ‘God he sounds like an angel.’ You thought. You couldn’t even focus on the fact that you were literally getting assaulted. All you could focus on was how beautiful this man was and how amazing he sounded, especially when your lips were wrapped around his cock.

His last few thrusts were sloppy and jittery as he came down your throat, his thick cock leaving no room but for you to swallow his seed. He moaned loudly when he reached his climax, ripping your lips off his dick and immediately jerking you up to stand up.

You gasped for air as you had saliva around your lips. You saw Michael looking at you intensely, hungrily. That familiar look, like he was gonna pounce again. Before you could think, he had you turned around with your arms around your back and pinned against the wall. Feeling the same familiar cold brick wall against the side of your face again.

He pressed his body hard against your back, making sure you had no room to run. You felt him jerk down your skirt and panties, the cold air instantly hitting your leaking cunt. All you could do was let out a whimper while you were held against the wall, surrendering to him taking control over you.

Michael sharply slapped you across your ass, your back arching a bit as you winced in pain. “You thought you could trust me, sweetheart?” he chuckled, “Shouldn’t have trusted a stranger so quickly, slut. I warned you about these bad guys out here.”

The way his soft voice went against his harsh words drove you even more crazy, you almost didn’t want to run away. Michael made you lower yourself and arch your back, you could feel something slide between your folds, your legs almost collapsing. “F-Fuck..” was all you could manage out.

A wicked grin flashed across his face, “I haven’t even slipped inside you yet, honey. Gonna fall apart on me already?”

His hot breath against your ear as he gripped your hips vigorously wasn’t helping your situation either. “It’s almost like you want this?” His voice dropped a little, making goosebump rise on your skin. You bit your lip as you were prepping your legs to keep yourself up.

All of a sudden, Michael slams into you and immediately finds his pace, vigorously pounding into you. Your eyes widen as you yelped loudly, your knees almost buckling.

Tears clung to the corners of your eyes from the roughness and his length, but it also felt so fucking good. He filled you up perfectly, like you were almost made for each other. His tip found your g-spot with each trust forward, making you quiver from the amount of pleasure.

His groans and your helpless whimpers echoed throughout the alleyway as did the sound of wet skin slapping against each other. Your eyes rolled back, you couldn’t fight it, you couldn’t run. It felt way too good to care.

One of his hands crept up and grabbed a handful of your hair, the other hand still gripping your hip profoundly. He jerked your head back, making you arch against him as he fucks your wet, stretched out cunt.

Your moans and cries of pleasure practically spilled out of your mouth, not being able to control your volume. You tried your best to grip the brick wall, but there was nothing to hold onto. Michael growled and moaned in your ear, “Pretty sluts .. mm .. like you .. mm .. get fucked out. Just like I’m gonna do to you.” He groans out, still fucking you mercilessly.

The way he sounded alone made you weak, his guttural moans made you even wetter, making his length slip in and out of your pussy effortlessly. You yelped out from a sharp slap across the ass, reaching one of your hands back to grip his arm.

“That feel good, bitch? You love the feeling of me stretching out your tight pussy, don’t you?” He growled out.

You whimpered loudly and hesitated, “I wanna hear you say it. Say it.” He said, his hips still thrusting mercilessly against you. You were ripped out of your flustered state by another sharp hit across the ass, “Y-Yes Michael! I love the feeling of you stretching me out!” You yelped out as your legs began to get even weaker.

Your response made him growl once more and motivated him to speed up his pace. Your eyes widened as you tried to keep your balance and composure. You cried out in pleasure, the feeling ripping throughout your entire body. You planted your hands against the wall as you moaned uncontrollably.

You hated it and loved it all at the same time. You were so confused about your feelings but couldn’t think of them past the immense amounts of pleasure crashing throughout your body. You felt the heat pooling between the both of you.

“Say you love my cock.” He forced out.

“I love your cock .. please.”

“Please what? Stop? I don’t think you want that, stupid slut.” He said, his voice dipping lower.

He was right. You didn’t want him to stop. You were absolutely gonna let him fuck you out.

He ripped your cropped jacket off, the cold air hitting your arms as goosebumps rose on your arms. He felt you up as he fucked you relentlessly, grabbing your clothed tits and smacking your ass.

He had no shame, he knew exactly what he wanted. You let him use you as his own toy, his pounding cock inside you giving you the constant reminder of who’s in charge of your pulsing cunt.

He pushed your back down a bit, making you arch your back. “No wonder those guys were about to have fun with you, look at how pretty you are. You’re allll mine now though.” He whimpered. The way he was taking ownership of you from the inside out is what was impressing you, he fucked you out of your mind. Your helpless body being rammed into the wall as he takes what he wants, you felt as if you were gonna collapse from all the built up pressure.

You moaned uncontrollably, not being able to hold in the immense pleasure. “That’s it, honey. You take me so well.” He groaned out as he didn’t miss a beat. You felt a pair of hands slither underneath your shirt, groping your tits and teasing your nipples.

The pleasure made you head high, drool slightly escaping your slightly gaped mouth as you stood there letting him use you to full capacity. At this point, your focus wasn’t on running away anymore, it was on how good Michael made you feel.

You felt a warm knot building and growing in your stomach. Your eyes rolled back as your face contorted from the immense feelings you were enduring. Michael’s thrusts began to get hasty and sloppy, nearing his and your orgasm. You could hear him growl as his hips started to spazz against you.

You let out a guttural moan from within, planting your hands against the wall to brace yourself against Michael’s thrusts, “Holy fuck I’m gonna!-“ before you could even finish your plead, your orgasm ripped through you hardly and aggressively. Your legs were convulsing as you and Michael let out loud, strained moans, his halfway coming out as a whimper as he threw his head back. He spilled his seed all inside you, ramming it deeper inside you making sure it won’t come leaking back out so easily.

You came undone all over his cock, your shaky whimpers like music to Michael’s ears as your juices slid down his shaft. Both of you were left with ragged breathing, muscles twitching against each other.

Michael’s loose strands of curly, dark hair clung to his sweaty forehead, growling underneath his breath, “Atta girl.” He says patting your ass, then pulling your panties and skirt back over your leaky cunt.

He pulls out of you abruptly, making you yelp and collapse to the ground. Your world was hazy and dark, fading in and out of consciousness from the pounding you just received and from your intoxicated state.

You could see Michael pull up his pants and fix his belt back, then walking closer to you. You could faintly see his shadow on the ground, he was hovering over your helpless, exhausted body. You closed your eyes, deciding to just succumb to the exhaustion.

You suddenly felt a pair of hands and arms grab you, getting carried bridal style against Michael’s chest. You rested against him as you felt his body rock and walk.

———

The warmth and comfort of your bed surrounded and swaddled your body. Michael had took you back to you two’s shared apartment building and laid you down on your bed. You stirred awake and planted yourself up on your elbows from your bed to see Michael walking out of your bedroom, “See ya, neighbor.” You let out tiredly. He turned his head back, grinning at you, “See ya, sweetheart.” He said, then turning back forward and continuing his way to his apartment beside yours.

You have never been so confused on how you felt about something in your life, but for some reason you loved that way too much.

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