melancholia

chrollopika is my fave to write hehe… i’m not used to adding children but just for u i will try!! as always, not proofread. enjoy <3

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the mission was simply to recover the remaining scarlet eyes. that was it. recover the eyes, avenge his clan.

his intention was never to fraternize with the enemy. ever since that night, he had tried and failed miserably to erase the memory from his mind. the memory or jet-black hair and how his skin melted underneath the touch of the hands that ordered the demise of his family. chrollo’s pale fingers had glided against kurapika’s soft skin and caused his body to tremble.

disgust and disappointment flooded his brain once the pair had finished, both in himself and in chrollo. they despised each other, yet the two of them couldn’t resist giving in to their desires. something about that night always felt off for kurapika, and for some reason laying his eyes upon the spider caused his insides to twist. not with hatred as he once thought, but… craving. chrollo had thought the same, that he would kill the one who had hurt his friends and colleagues. the second the tall, pale man laid his grey eyes upon the honey blonde male, all of his hatred twisted into lust.

maybe it had been something in the air that night, maybe they were just lonely after everything and ironically found comfort in eachother. maybe they were just coping with the guilt of their entanglement, never wanting to admit what they had done with one another.

it had been easy for chrollo to pretend it never happened, to move on from that night and what had occurred. for kurapika it was a bit more complicated as the guilt and self-disgust had been eating away at him every second of every day. horrified with himself once he realized that there was something chrollo had left behind. not an item, not a scar or bruise from the roughness of their lovemaking, but a life growing inside of the blonde.

kurapika began an internal struggle began with himself, what was he to do?

should he go somewhere nobody knows of him, receive an operation and pretend as if nothing had happened, just as chrollo had been doing so easily? part of him wondered if chrollo would kill the blonde himself.

unlimately, he had decided to birth the child. the child belonging to the leader of the troupe that wiped out his clan. he thought that maybe it would help somehow, help him with forgiveness. though once the child was born, kurapika quickly realized that this child was purely there to serve as a reminder. never forget your betrayal. regret every second. look at what you’ve done.

every look into the little boy’s eyes caused the blonde’s stomach to churn. grey eyes, identical to his father’s. pale skin, dark hair. he was chrollo’s child, there was no denying it.

the only thing kurapika had noticed about the boy that was similar to his own appearance was his eyes. the eyes that, when fueled by strong emotions, caused the once grey eyes to turn a deep, crimson red.

chrollo had somehow gotten word of his heir, finding his way back to kurapika and his son who had now resided in a small village. the blonde had been going by an alias, doing his best to hide what he had done. he hadn’t told the child a thing about chrollo, and never intended on it.

silently approaching the humble home that the two stayed in, he only had to knock once before kurapika opened the door, a drained look spread across his pretty little face.

kurapika’s expression had told the taller man that he had been expecting, dreading a visit from him. looking up at chrollo with a pseudo-serene expression, poorly masking his frustration at chrollo’s sudden appearance. shame coursed through the bright haired man, he had been wondering who had found out about their child and how word got out that the two had procreated.

chrollo stepped inside without invitation.

“looking as beautiful as ever.” his demeanor was calm and charming, trying his best to show the other that he had no intention of harming him or the child as of yet. his eyes began to scan the home as his hands rested in the pockets of his suit jacket.

“where is he?” he inquired, looking back at the shorter male.

kurapika stared down at the floor, his honey-blonde hair covering his delicate face. ‘poor thing’, chrollo thought to himself. the blonde was clearly still humiliated by their child’s existence, the proof of their fornication. it would have been much easier to deny it, to pretend nothing had ever happened if kurapika had just gotten an operation. maybe this was their karma. kurapika birthing his greatest enemy’s offspring, chrollo planting his seed in the very person who murdered his closest friends. they were both stuck with the reminder of what they had done.

“sleeping. he knows nothing about you, and he never will.” his voice was stern as he walked past the taller man towards the hallway.

he lifted his hands from his suit pockets, gripping the younger man’s wrist just tight enough to warn him. “i’m going to see my child with or without your permission. we can do this peacefully,” his grey eyes stared down upon kurapika’s own, excitment coursing through chrollo’s veins as he admired how the blonde’s once brown eyes blended into the piercing scarlet it had become.

“or i’m going to kill you and take him in, raise him as an assassin. just like his father.” a sickening smile spread across his otherwise charming face.

swallowing the bile that collected in his throat, kurapika huffed and yanked his hand back. he stared back down at the floor, slapping the pale hand away that attempted to caress his cheek. the blonde boy sighed heavily, doing his best to push his shame back down as he spoke.

“don’t wake him.” was all that was uttered before kurapika walked silently down the hallway, chrollo following quickly behind him. he hovered over the blonde as they both stopped at the door, kurapika’s thin hand twisting the doorknob to open it.

the door cracked open, the younger male peeking his head in to ensure that the child was peacefully asleep before he entered.

once chrollo laid his eyes upon the child, he was sure that it truly was his own. he silently approached the sleeping boy, reaching his hand out to touch the hair that was only slightly lighter than his own before being stopped abruptly by kurapika’s own hand holding him back.

“you’re lucky i even let you this close. don’t push it.” the blonde’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at his son, then back at chrollo.

chrollo let out a quiet chuckle before suddenly twisting the blonde boy’s hand, snapping it with a loud crack before covering kurapika’s mouth to muffle his cry of pain.

“shh, you’ll be alright. i told you what would happen. why must you be so stubborn? i have a right to know our child.”

“our child.”

the words echoed in kurapika’s ears, somehow causing more pain than his broken wrist.

chrollo whispered in a sweet yet taunting tone to kurapika, leaning close to the other’s face and staring into his blood-red eyes before removing his hand from kurapika’s soft lips. the feeling of the blonde’s delicate skin against chrollo’s gave him a nostalgic feeling and caused him to begin reminiscing for a split second. kurapika’s shaky, pained breathing fueled his fantasy even more before chrollo came back down to reality.

the older man snaked his fingers around kurapika’s milky throat, the sensation of the blonde swallowing nervously causing chrollo’s heart rate to spike momentarily.

controlling himself was proving to be difficult.

he leaned in, closing the distance between them and connecting his lips to kurapika’s once more, after so long. he could feel kurapika struggling slightly against the show of affection, but a slight tighten of his grip against his neck proved useful in stopping him from fighting back against the kiss.

pulling away, he sighed as kurapika’s scent filled his nose. he removed his grip from the younger man’s throat, taking a step back to look down on him once more before he turned to face the still sleeping child.

“i’ll be back to see our son.” he informed the blonde before turning around, touching his lips to the tips of his fingers and placing them to the child’s cheek with a slight smile. he returned his hands to his pockets, bidding farewell to kurapika before exiting.

the blonde curled into himself on the floor, across from his child. their child. silent tears slipped from his eyes as he held his injured wrist whilst chrollo’s words rang in his mind.

our child.

our.

he could almost hear chrollo’s voice taunting him, telling him to look at what he had done.

hii tysm for liking my other fic!! i love me a good stalker scenario so here u go <3

tw: non-con, stalking, dead dove… yadda yadda!!!

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brian had always been different. as a child, many of his caretakers would describe him as barbaric, difficult to handle. perhaps it had been the separation of him from his only sibling after witnessing his mother’s slaughtering. stuck inside a shipping container for days afterwards, the pools of blood sticking against his flesh as he clung to his baby brother.

after so many foster homes, the system had decided it would be in everyone’s best interest to place him inside of a mental health facility, much to brian’s dismay.

after he had been released from the hospital at the age of twenty one, it didn’t take very long before his old habits came back times ten. as he had grown, the most alarming thing he had ever done was stab his abusive ex-foster brother with a fork. brian remembered almost every detail of the pain he inflicted upon others, and it never failed to send a pleasured chill through brian’s veins.

they had placed him with a therapist he absolutely despised. brian had seemingly adapted to the outside world quickly, masking his fury and annoyance at other people so well that even his therapist thought he was making progress.

he wanted to talk about his family, what had remained of it. his brother dexter, who was completely unaware of brian’s existence. it hurt brian’s heart that the very people who were supposed to be helping him were basically forcing him to suppress his emotions, what he truly wanted. how he really was deep down.

there was always something dark about the dark-haired boy, and as the years stretched by, it only seemed to have spread rapidly like a cancer.

one day, a particularly aggravated brian had snapped. leaning against the floral decorated fabric of his therapists home office chair, he had changed the topic to his brother yet again. the man sitting across from him would always say the same thing. “brian, we know this isn’t a healthy subject for us to discuss.” the bald man reminded.

that had sent him over the edge. standing up, brian rushed to grab the closest blunt object, the sound of the therapist’s skull cracking against the metal golf club causing brian’s blood to rush throughout his body. the bald man’s head oozed crimson as he backed away, drops of blood pattering against the wood floor before absoring into the carpet close by. brian quickly closed the gap between the two of them, connecting the club to the other man’s head once more.

loud thwacks flooded through the residence, droplets of blood splashing onto brian’s face. it took brian a few moments to process what he had just done, and how good it felt.

he had always fantasized about what it was like to strip someone of their life, but actually doing it was so much better than he could have ever imagined.

the sight of his therapist’s fresh corpse excited him, unfortunately having to cut his basking in the pleasure of his very first kill off as he realized that he had to get out of there as quickly as possible. he had brought the golf club with him, erasing any of his prints from it and disposing of it properly afterwards.

once he returned home, he had doused his clothes in lighter fluid and set fire to them. he silently admired the flames as they flickered up into the sky, gray clouds of smoke rising into the air before disappearing. his shower felt divine, the steaming water washing away the since-dried blood splotches that scattered across his skin. once finished, he made his way to his bed, dozing off almost immediately.

when he awoke the next morning, he felt more energized than he ever had before, as if he was a whole new person.

years passed, and nobody ever managed to catch on to what he had been doing. brian had even managed to murder a man and assume his identity as rudy cooper, eventually finding himself making prosthetics for amputees. it was the perfect cover, his years of experience hiding and lying coming in handy whenever anyone had any doubts about him. he squashed people’s suspicions easily, his handsome face and charms helping him immensely as well.

the day he laid his dark eyes upon you was the day brian’s life changed. you hadn’t even appeared at his work, or any other spots he regularly made appearances at. he had to stop in a little gas station in a hurry, his tank running low whilst he was on his way to his home, entering the building and scanning the store for anything else he might have needed before he fueled up.

in all his years of life, brian had never had a crush on a single individual. perhaps it was because of the hospitalization, containing him during his crucial developmental years, maybe the lack of socialization was what caused him to never grow up feeling anything other than anger and resentment towards people. his eyes locking onto you was the equivalent to encountering a guardian angel for brian. his eyes followed you as you returned a bag of chips back to their designated spot on the rack, your bag dangling from your arm as your eyes quickly darted around the store.

zipping your bag open and quietly sliding something into it, brian observed intensely as you carried on naturally and pretended to look around a bit longer before exiting the gas station without actually purchasing a single item.

he quickly paid for his gas, rushing out of the store in the hopes he would spot you once more.

you laid your back against the side of the beige paint coated brick building, shuffling through your bag and pulling out a lighter. brian’s heart felt as if it was lodged in his throat when he laid his eyes upon you again, his adrenaline spiking as he eyed you.

you were exquisite, and brian had managed to convince himself that you were pure perfection without ever having spoken to or catching sight of you prior to that day.

not once did his gaze leave you for more than a few seconds as he filled his tank up, sitting in his vehicle and waiting to see where you were headed. a few moments passed before a car pulled up with a girl in the driver’s seat, a smile spreading across your face as you climbed into her the car before it drove off. following closely behind, brian pulled into an apartment complex behind the car you were in. he watched from afar as you exited your friend’s car, taking a mental note of which apartment number was yours as you unlocked the door, shutting it behind you and closing the almost-sheer curtains that hung over your main window.

unbeknownst to you, you had become brian’s newest fascination. he spent his days at work thinking of you, driving straight to your place of residence the second he clocked out.

he liked so many things about you.

how you always wore your panties when you were alone, the way you giggled on the phone with your friends. there had been many nights where he was so dangerously close to exposing himself, so he could look for the slightest chance that your guard would be down long enough for him to pick the lock and sneak in.

one night he got lucky. eavesdropping on yet another one of your phone calls, you let your friend know how tired you were and that you wanted to nap before saying goodbye and ending the call. after a few minutes, brian creeped towards the entrance of your home. he pulled his trusty lockpick kit from his pocket, a kit he had acquired long ago from a man who had pissed him off too much for brian to allow him to continue with life. he had found it in the man’s junk drawer after finishing him off, not hesitating to swipe it. he held his breath after the lock made a click sound, indicating that the door was now unlocked. his palm turned the doorknob slowly and silently, pushing your front door open.

he waited for a few seconds just to be sure it was safe to tread on, peeking inside before stepping through the front door, inhaling deeply as he listened to the door clicking shut once more behind him. brian had snuck around enough to the point that he no longer felt anxious when he found himself in a place he had no business being in.

he slithered through your home as if it were his own, following the sound of your soft snores all the way to your closed bedroom door. his heart thrummed inside of his chest, so close to you and yet so far.

he softly twisted the doorknob, intruding further into your space as he slid into your room. brian’s eyes burned through you as he observed you, peacefully sleeping on your bed as soft breaths escaped from your nostrils.

something inside of him caused his insides to twist and churn violently, more intense than ever before. wasting no time, he leaned towards you, palm reaching out to connect with your face. your skin against his own caused him to feel as if he were in a dream, the faint smell of shampoo in your hair wafting through the air towards brian causing him to feel like he had passed on and went to his own personal paradise. his hand slid up your face slowly, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair slightly. the more his fingertips caressed your skin and delicate locks of hair, the more desperately he craved you. he thought he needed you badly before, but never could brian have imagined the need for you to belong to him and him only could spread like mold. rapidly. mini-shocks coursed through his brain and making their way to his dick.

cursing silently to himself, he removed his hands from you. he was scared in a way, scared to break you or something. yet at the same time he wanted to break you.

his eyes stared down upon your resting figure as he debated with himself, fighting a silent fight in his head. on one hand, he told himself that he should just leave and continue admiring you from afar, but that had gotten so tiring. he wanted so badly to own you. to take you home with him, keep you as his own little pleasure pet for the rest of time. you were just so beautiful, something about you had lured brian in and he had to figure out what it was.

if someone had managed to peak his interest it couldn’t have been for no reason. his whole life, his only goal had been reconnecting with his only family member, his brother. it saddened brian that his own brother was unaware of his existence, his mother was gone and he had nobody else.

loneliness was all he had ever known.

maybe you were his cure, maybe that’s why the universe caused the two of you to cross paths. it was destiny. it had all made sense the more brian thought about it: the two of you were soulmates. it was decided.

brian watched as you shifted in your sleep, licking his lips and gently poking you as if he was your roommate trying to wake you up. fear was unknown to brian, he never cared. he felt absolutely no nervousness as your eyes slowly opened, widening after a few seconds once you realized that some random man had broken in and woken you up.

brian’s palm spent no time smashing against your lips, silencing your scream just in time.

fear coursed through your veins, chills ripping through your spine as brian ordered you to stand. you fearfully obeyed, face to face with your stalker. he harshly pulled you toward him, his arm snaking around your waist as tears welled in your eyes. your bones cracked and popped as brian’s muscled arms hooked themselves around your body, was holding you so tightly that you felt as if you could die from a lack of oxygen at any second.

tears slid down your cheeks the warm saltiness catching onto your lips through brian’s hand, terror present on your face as he aggressively pushed you back onto your bed. you screamed in protest, causing brian to smack you in an attempt to quiet you down. it had worked, the pain of the impact causing you to enter a brief moment of shock.

your bottoms were practically being torn off by brian, his eyes full of something reminiscent of severe starvation as he admired the sight of you sobbing in your cute little panties below him. his dick was throbbing in his pants, heavy pants exiting his throat as he tore open your shirt as if it were paper. dissociation hit you like a train, as you were unable to handle the humiliation of brian’s hands gripping your now exposed tits. shame flooded your body as your nipples hardened at his touch, causing a chuckle to come from his mouth.

moans and pants filled the air as your now-cold tears slid from your eyes. it was even more humiliating when brian slid his fingers in your underwear, whines leaving your mouth as he collected your wetness onto his fingers. he shushed you, almost sweetly as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the taste of you from them before his fingertips prodded your lips.

you stubbornly refused to open your mouth, causing brian to roughly and painfully grip your jaw, forcing you to open wide as he slid his digits inside your warm, wet mouth. a pleasured look spread across his face as he watched you hesitantly suck on his fingers, his cock straining against his pants as he forced you to taste yourself mixed against his saliva.

gags and cries filled the air as brian grinded his clothed dick against your poorly covered cunt. you hated how much you were throbbing, your own body betraying you.

“be a good girl beg for me, baby.” your entire body trembled violently as you felt him against you, inhaling shakily as you spoke.

“please,” you cried. this seemed to be enough motivation for brian to slide his pants down in what felt like record time, one of his hands pressing against your mouth once more as he stroked his now freed cock, the pressure of his tip against your pussy causing you to practically scream against his palm.

gentleness was not what brian had in mind for you. sliding his thick cock inside of you, he groaned loudly as he roughly inserted himself into your tight cunt. you arched your back in pain, the feeling of his dick inside of you causing your walls to squeeze against him. this caused you a sudden pleasure, your sounds still being suppressed by brian’s hand as you let out a soft pleasured moan.

brian’s eyes lit up, removing his hand from your lips as he lifted your legs, forcing you to be flexible as he rested the back of your knees against his shoulders. the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix, the fluttering of your insides causing your brain to become liquid inside of your skull.

“feel good?” brian teased, gripping your hips roughly as he thrusted inside of you for the first time. he took your breathy, soft moans as a ‘yes’ while he continued to fuck you, your tits bouncing as his dick piunded into your sensitive pussy. wet squelching sounds floated through the bedroom, pants and moans coming from the both of you now. your hips grinded against one another, and you hated how much you were relishing in the pleasure of his tip kissing that sweet spot inside of you.

your hands gripped brian’s shoulders as sharp breaths left your throat, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier. his hand pressed against your uterus, causing you to moan out in pleasure louder than you had before, pussy clenching against his dick as he said something about cumming inside of you, his personal way of marking you as his.

you had violently shook your head in protest, but the dark-eyed man didn’t care about what you did and didn’t want.

your whines and protests were ignored by brian as his fingers reached down, finding your clit and beginning to rub it gently. it felt so fucking good, heat filling your core as the bundle of neeves tightened inside of you. loud moans from you echoed throughout your bedroom as you came, overstimulation approaching quickly as brian continued to rub your clit and thrust into you.

desperate to reach his own climax, brian countinued pounding into you roughly, spreading your legs wide as your cunt clenched around him, already milking his dick eagerly and causing him to cum inside of you, pressing the tip of his cock as deep inside of you as he possibly could.

he came inside of you so much you could feel it. you were so tired, the feeling of disgust quickly overwhelming your mind as your arms fell to your sides.

a smile creeped across brian’s lips. “you’re perfect. all mine.” he hummed, leaning down to place a sweet kiss onto your cheek. he slid out of you, pulling his pants back up and fixing himself before looking back over at you, satisfied with himself as he admired the view of his cum slowly leaking out of your pussy.

he kissed you once more before he exited, leaving happily. he knew that you knew he would be back, and he also knew you would never even think about saying a single word to anybody.

ask & u shall receive !! not proofread, but try your best to enjoy :)

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brian eyed you from afar, the sound of gloves snapping against his skin ripping through the otherwise silent room. his office smelled heavily of chemicals and sanitizer, undoubtedly caused by the many prosthetics scattered throughout the room.

slowly, he approached you, your heart pounding harder and harder against your chest with each step the tall man took towards you. he stopped right in front of uou, his frame towering over you and staring down at you, like a starving wolf who had just cornered a rabbit. his dark eyes pierced through your own as you swallowed. your throat remained dry as he leaned down and gently gripped your leg, his fingernails very slightly digging into your sensitive skin through his gloved fingers.

your bottoms had already been removed, as you couldn’t exactly have your leg molded with pants on. part of you regretted agreeing to this, why your legs specifically? he couldn’t have found anyone else to help him make his newest prosthetic? apparently not.

brian chuckled softly as he pointed out your blatant nervousness, his hand resting on your knee. “relax. you’re safe, this won’t take too long.” he hummed with a sickeningly charming smile, attempting to calm your nerves and only making them worsen.

it was embarrassing to you even though brian was acting as if it was any other day… well, it probably was for him, but you weren’t used to being in your underwear around men, much less brian. you had your fair share of fantasies about the dark-haired man, not that he would have any clue. still, this was embarrassingly arousing for you. you just had to lie down against the exam table and silently pray that it wasn’t obvious how intoxicating his touch was against your flesh.

the firm foam padding pressed uncomfortably against your back as you inhaled deeply, trying your best to hold back the shivers and failing miserably.

brian’s gloved hands wandered up your calf, to your knee and stopping at your mid-thigh. you were practically holding your breath, staring up at the white ceiling as you tried your best to act unbothered by how close he was to your most sensitive area.

“uhm…” you shifted against him, clearing your throat as your voice shuddered. you swallowed once more as your eyes connected, heat rushing rapidly through your entire body.

with a darkened look in his eyes, he allowed his hands to continue roaming up more and more towards your clothed pussy, ignoring how violently you were shaking as he did so. if you didn’t know any better you’d think you were having a panic attack of some sort. the rubber of his muted blue gloves glided against your panties, creating a surprisingly pleasant contrast against your cotton-covered clit.

you were too scared to speak up, not that you would have told him to stop or anything. and brian knew it. his long, white coat reeked of sanitizer, the scent piercing your nostrils as he inched his body closer to yours. you tried your best not to make sound as he gently circled your wetness through the fabric.

“you’re perfect, you know that?”

his voice sounded so full of hate and love at the same time, scaring you more than you already had been. you didn’t exactly know why brian scared you as much as he did, and you were even more clueless as to why you chose to involve yourself with him anyways.

perhaps you were just plain stupid.

your skin slightly jumped against his palm as he slid his hand down your tummy, nipples hardening through your shirt as his hand slid under your covered privates.

the fluorescent lights above you made you feel as if you were rising from your own body, brians fingers against your entrance enhancing the feeling even more.

the plastic latex of his gloves felt strange against your clit, yet you silently enjoyed it anyways. it was a brand new feeling, a feeling you weren’t sure you enjoyed yet. it’s brian, you figured. anything brian does is something i enjoy. two fingers inviting themselves into your heat, plunging deep into you as your back arched slightly. brian placed his free hand against your knee, pressing against it slightly as to keep you from subconsciously closing your legs.

the sound of squelching and soft pants filled the air, brian’s eyes never leaving your face. you couldn’t decipher his look, wether it was admiration or anger. maybe the mystery behind his emotions is what drew you in. maybe it was purely his looks, or how naturally charming brian had been since the two of you met.

fear was always present in the back of your head whenever brian was around, and the more you thought of it the more you realized that maybe that’s exactly what you liked about him.

it excited you to no end, and as the feeling of his digits deep down inside of you moved against your heat, you felt as if you were already approaching your climax. you quickly abandoned your futile attempts at trying to quiet your moans, allowing your sounds of pleasure to escape from your throat freely. brian seemed to enjoy this, having sped up as his thumb connected to your clit, arousal coursing through your veins.

after abruptly pulling his hand away, the absence of brian’s fingers inside of you pulled your conscious back into your body, causing you to whine in complaint. you had been so close.

it was as if something completely foreign had come over you, licking your pretty lips as you began to beg for contact. this seemed to have thrilled brian. with a quick rip and snap, his gloves were removed. he hastily locked his lips to your own, saliva swapping between your mouths as the two of you messily made out.

the two of you were practically eating eachother alive, his left hand holding the back of your head surprisingly gently, his fingers intertwined in the locks of your hair as his other hand returned to your pussy, dipping his fingers in your panties yet again.

“i’ll take care of you, baby. trust me.” brian hummed after pulling away from the kiss, his lips now being slightly puffy and wet from the saliva, as well as your own.

he leaned in close to you, inhaling your scent. you smelled absolutely divine, brian’s bulge poking through his pants as he moved his left hand from the back of your head, gently pushing you back down against the exam table. he used that hand to push your legs open even wider, removing his right hand from your cunt to palm himself through his pants. the sight of you made him go crazy, his hardened cock struggling against his coverings.

you shimmied your panties down your hips, the sight of brian desperately trying to pull his dick out of his pants encouraging you to slide your panties off. your panties dropped to the cold tile floor, spreading your legs back open immediately just for brian.

he quickly unbuttoned his pants, the sight of your cunt leaking causing him to rush to free his cock from it’s bindings even more. his dick sprang from his underwear shortly after his pants had been unzipped, the tip of his dick leaking, desperate to be inside of you.

his thumb found its way to your clit once more, causing your already sensitive spot to become even more sensitive. he had teased you so much already, why must he be so cruel?

his dick pressed against your hole as your heart pounded in your ears relentlessly. you began to speak, softly. “please be gentle—AH!” shocks surged through your brain as he disregarded your plea, his thick cock bottoming out inside of you as your walls fluttered around him. he began to thrust, rough and fast. he lifted your shirt, licking his lips as he exposed your breasts. your hardened nipples against the hospital air seemed to excite brian even more, considering how much rougher he had become at the sight of them. your brain was malfunctioning the faster he went, wetness seeping from your cunt as your chest bounced up and down. brian’s cock slid in and out of you roughly, your slick coating his dick generously and making it much easier for him to be aggressive with your fragile body.

drool seeped from your mouth, and with each time his tip slammed against your cervix was one more little zap to your brain.

all you could focus on was just how good brian was fucking into you, his dick pummeling into you as his finger slid against your clit simultaneously. your fingers roughly gripped the medical-grade vinyl below you, your moans getting stuck in your throat as your eyes squeezed shut.

a leg of yours was lifted up onto brian’s shoulder, the sudden stretch causing you to approach your climax rapidly, you felt as if your organs were all oozing from each and every pore on your body in the best way possible, your cunt squeezing brian’s cock intensely. your final moan was quickly cut off by brian’s large palm covering your mouth, your eyes rolling into the base of your skull as you came on the doctor’s dick. your pussy fiercely milked his cock, begging for his cum to be emptied into your pussy.

he gave you exactly what you wanted, sinking his teeth deep inside of your shoulder as to muffle the pleasured noises from his peak. this caused you to cum yet again somehow, completely turning your brain into a fuzzy mess.

his gentle lips pressed against your own once more, his dick remaining buried deep inside of you momentarily before he pulled out, stuffing his dick back into his pants and tucking his shirt back in as to maintain his professional appearance he had entered the room with.

embarrassment flooded through you as his cum began to seep from your hole, and you began to search for your panties you had so irresponsibly kicked off earlier. you had barely noticed brian left in a rush after picking something up, shoving whatever it was in his pocket before excusing himself.

you decided to forget about the underwear, rushing to get your pants back on and leave the building. humiliation creeped up behind you as you practically ran out of the hospital without even trying to say goodbye. you had only realized later that night that the thing brian had picked up was most likely your panties, which caused you even more embarrassment.

burying your face into your pillow, you felt your lower stomach churn. you let him finish inside of you and steal your panties. how careless could you be?

“silly, silly girl.”

chrollopika hate sex where kurapika tries so hard not to enjoy it but chrollo just does everything sooo perfectly

after they’re done kura goes home and tries to shower the guilt away but he can’t, every time he remembers how good chrollo felt against his skin his stomach sinks even more

and he realizes he’s not only betrayed himself, but his clan as well because he knows that sleeping with the enemy is going to become a regular thing.

same with chrollo! the guilt eats him alive after he finishes fucking kurapika, because how could he do that to the other spiders? he was supposed to kill the chain user to avenge his fallen comrades, instead he ended up inside of him!