Talk Me Through It

Your grip on the ps5 controller in your hands tightened, likely leaving a thin layer of palm sweat over the plastic as your heart skipped a beat. Hasan was on day two of teaching you Diablo, and you were still scared of at least half of the monsters, attempting to run away as if you didn't choose a melee specialty. "You have to kill them if you want to get anywhere in the storyline". He chuckled, taking a sip from the glass in his hand. You didn't know what he was drinking, and you didn't care, the only thing on your mind was button mashing the digital skeletons away.

"Shhhh" You mumbled, too focused on the game to notice Schlatt come down the steps, b-lining for the kitchen.

"Did you just shush me?"

You remained silent, finishing off the hoard of the boney dungeon dwellers, before finally responding; "What?" glancing over at him cluelessly.

"Nothing dude, you're way too into this, yesterday I had to BEG you to even try it, and now you're obsessed". He joked, leaning back on the leather couch, extending his lengthy arms along the back of it. You noticed a lot of things that were worth staring at, eyes lingering a little too long on the veins in his arms, and the happy trail peaking out from under his white wifebeater tee. He met your gaze, slightly cocking his head, he caught you staring countless times, but never said anything, and neither did you. He'd just give a knowing smile, holding the eye contact with his warm brown eyes.

It's not like you liked him, he was just your friend, but the kind of friend that if in the right situation, on a certain kind of night, one of those lustful looks would easily spill into a messy hookup, and as nice as that sounded, you were trying to be done with messy. Messy meant streamer gossip, and tangled up feelings, you didn't love the guy, but you sure loved having him around, you didn't want to complicate, nor ruin anything.

"Obsessed is a strong word". You smiled, ignoring the way your cheeks began to heat up. 

At least that's what the logical part of your brain told you, the human part of you debated the logic with butterflies in your stomach, and wanted to say 'fuck it' As much as you loved being a creator, the real life consequences that come from just flirting isn't often worth it, its hard to live life and enjoy flings when the media is always breathing down your back. If you just speak in someone's general direction, and the internet will have you in a romantic, spinning fan cam before the stream is even over.

"Where is everyone?" Schlatt interrupted, standing at the kitchen island, pouring some cranberry juice into a clean glass. 

"My juice!" You pouted, remembering that last week you'd just left an entire bottle of cranberry juice in the fridge. "Oh you're in my house, suck it". he smirked, twisting the cap back on as it was.

You knew Hasan for a couple years, while Schlatt had been your friend for only a month now, but you almost immediately got comfortable. You're cool with the entire friend group, growing closer to almost all of OTK, as well as Fear&, and plenty other content groups. While you do like everyone, you enjoyed Hasan and Schlatt the most, which made the current situation especially appealing. Ironically, the dynamic is much different; with Hasan its gentler, he's silly, and surprisingly a huge sweetheart, you guys do gay shit like go to the library together and get boba tea, but Schlatt? Frankly, you'd never seen Schlatt outside of his own home, let alone a library, and that was fine by you. Schlatt and you acted like you disliked each other, and at first you honestly kinda did, but he's so damn funny it was hard not to want more of him. Most of the time you were like annoying siblings to one another, but you loved the banter.

"You told me to come over, and to make it even worse, you haven't hung out with me!"

"I fell asleep, shoulda' woke me up, besides, you got Hasan to keep you company". He was right, you didn't genuinely care that he fell asleep, you practically lived there on most days, and could've hung out with anyone while you let him get in a powernap. 

Hasan took the mention of his name as an opportunity to chime in; "Everyone went to dinner at that steakhouse down on 76th, come grab a controller, dawg". 

Schlatt hesitated, but ultimately agreed, waving you to the left, motioning for you to scoot your ass over so he could sit down. You playfully rolled your eyes, obliging to his request, being heart-poundingly close to them both.

"He's going to fuck up my character". You argued, looking at Hasan for his aid.

"You'll be fine, you big baby". He grinned, reaching over you to hand Schlatt a controller.

"You play with him then".

Schlatt threw his hands up in defense, laughing at your scowl; "Well, fuck you too then". 

"You drank my juice, I cannot forgive you". You sighed, placing your controller in one of his large hands before, folding your arms over your chest, falling back against the couch. 

"Do you have a fucking uti or something?"

"No, you fucker, I just like cranberry juice, damn". 

"Toughen up". Schlatt obnoxiously scrubbed the top of your head as if you were a dog, hoping to fuck up your hair.

"Mortal Kombat?" Hasan asked, saving your game for you before closing the application. "Hell yeah, brother". 

This time you genuinely had to roll your eyes; 'brother'? was the Texas air finally getting to his braincells? You watched them cyber-fight one another, slowly becoming more and more into the game, at this point they were both leaned so far forward they might as well have just gotten VR headsets. The score was 0-2, Hasan won his second round, displaying the nastiest finisher you think you'd ever witnessed, before cheering himself on, cockily berating Schlatt, whom hardly even played fighting games.

"This is a skill diff, you gotta play someone easier". Hasan eyed you from above his glasses, tossing the controller onto your lap without warning, leaning back with his hands folded behind his head. "Skill diff my ass, you stuck me in a corner repeating the same combo what the fuck am I supposed to do to counter that".

"Be better". you chimed in, knowing damn well you were about to get your ass beat within seconds. Schlatt ignored your jab, giving you a warning look, raising a brow to say 'you sure about that?' and you absolutely were not, quickly averting your gaze to your right, asking Hasan about the combos and whatnot. "jump, run, punch, kick, crouch-", he pointed to the according buttons on the right side of the controller before reaching his left arm around your shoulders; "Or over here you can use the d-pad..." You stopped listening halfway through, your brain was preoccupied with the fact that his arm was around you, and the way his soft hands eclipsed over yours as he directed your fingers on the correct buttons, attempting to teach you the most useful combos to remember. If you actually were able to absorb information right now you might've even had a chance to beat Schlatt, but that was clearly out of the question.

"Got it?" He asked, and you hummed out a quiet mhm, along with a nod. He nodded in return before standing up, you wanted to dispute it, tell him to stay, you wanted him close to you, he was so warm and you just- you ran a hand over your face, trying to quite literally get your head in the game. "Gotta piss, don't go too hard on her and end the game in seconds, I wanna see this shit". He chuckled, disappearing up the stairs. 

In the entire, big ass OTK house there were only 3 bathrooms, one downstairs while the other two were upstairs, thankfully, the toilet downstairs had busted a pipe and was still yet to be fixed, so Hasan would be gone a little longer, giving you a minute to collect yourself before having to interact again, but on the other hand, that left you alone with Schlatt, which was admittedly a rare occurrences, and he makes you just as nervous, if not more. You swore up and down you weren't boy-crazy, but it's impossible to not gather a bit of a crush here and there when you're surrounded by painfully attractive men, over six feet tall that can't stop making you laugh.

"So, you guys close?" Schlatt broke the silence quickly, you were half afraid that Hasan would've heard, but why did it matter to you if so? why did that question make you so nervous?

"Why do you wanna know suddenly, its not like we haven't been friends for a while". You responded, pulling your feet up on the couch, turning further towards him. 

"Because I want to know, whad'dya mean?"

"Okay, well...I don't know, ask him".

"You looked pretty cozy, touching all on you and shit". 

"What are you, jealous?" You giggled, but he didn't seem to find it humorous at all, his thick eyebrows knitted together. "What if I am, doll? Ya gonna come here and let me wrap my arm around you instead?"

You were almost positive that if you blushed any more your head would just explode, what was going on? You felt as if you fell into some black hole and rewrote your entire timeline, why the fuck was everyone suddenly so flirty? Not that you minded it, the attention felt good, but also overwhelming to take all at once.

"You're joking, Schlatt, fuck off". You tried laughing it off, going to unpause the game, but his hand cupped over yours before taking the controller away entirely, setting it on the arm of the couch. Your options were either reach over him and fight for it back or wait for Hasan to get back, and truth be told, you weren't sure what would be worse.

"But if I'm not?"

"But you are". You shyly directed your attention back to the TV, but not for long, his rough fingers pushed into your cheeks, pulling your jaw towards him once again "Look at me when I talk to you, doll". 

The butterflies in your stomach felt like they were throwing a rave, doing flips of anxiety along with curiosity. He was so close you could feel his cool breath against your face, he must've just brushed his teeth because the winter-mint scent of Listerine was still prominent, and something about that only turned you on more. What you did next surprised you more than him, you leaned in a kissed him, brain too hazy with lust to even consider logic.

Schlatt was the kind of man who came off as a cocky asshole, and that wasn't too far from the truth, but it didn't sway you. You hated the way you naturally submitted to him, you talked your shit and whatnot, but you both knew he was always the one in control.

You kissed him first, but he took the lead, pushing his tongue into your mouth before sucking on yours. You softly moaned, chills painted across your skin as his hands met your hips pulling you closer, in fact, quite a bit closer, he practically lifted you onto his lap. Now straddling him, you felt him smirk against you, pleased with your obedience. You whined his name, voice muffled by kisses, he gave you a chance to breathe by working his way to the crook of your neck, you tilted your head, giving him access. He hungrily sucked at the skin right below your jawline causing you to involuntarily let out a moan loud enough to remind you that not only are you not supposed to be doing this, but the fact that you're doing it in broad daylight on his Livingroom couch, you gasped as his hand flew to your mouth. "Shshshsh, keep it the fuck down, you want your little boyfriend to hear you being a whore for me?" He whispered against your ear, facial hair grazing across your cheek. 

You shook your head no, and he didn't take your answer lightly, shoving two fingers into your mouth, barely able to fit, he let out a shaky sigh, cursing under his breath as he pumped in and out of your soft mouth, he wanted to fuck every single one of your holes, but there was no time to waste. You were fighting you own indecision, you wanted- no you needed to stop, but he felt so good, and at this point you weren't sure if the decision was even yours to make. Schlatt was strong, he moved you around like you weighed nothing, before you knew it, your leggings and t-shirt were both swiftly tossed aside, undergarments soon followed. You were too far in, entirely exposed, so there wasn't much a chance of going back.

He popped his fingers out of your mouth, to which you quickly pleaded to go somewhere else, warning that you'd be caught, as if he didn't know that already. He only ignored you, admiring a string of saliva connecting his digits before reaching in-between both of you, curling both of deep them inside your tight entrance. 

"You think I give a fuck? This is my house, I pay the bills, therefore I can do whatever the fuck I want...besides, It doesn't seem like you're opposing much". He smirked, pumping in and out at a quicker pace as your arousal dripped down his wrist.

You couldn't take it, you needed him more than anything, fuck Hasan, and fuck being caught;  The entirety of OTK could walk through the front door right now and you'd continue grinding against his hand for more friction. You whimpered, feeling the pleasure build in your core already. He returned to roughly kissing your neck, trailing down your chest, undoubtedly leaving a plethora of hickeys behind.

"Hmm, so I guess I owe you a thousand now". 

Your blood ran cold, hearing a familiar voice behind you, you knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but you wished you could've at least heard him coming down the steps to mentally prepare. To make it even worse, Schlatt's pace was unwavering, Hasan's presence meant nothing to him, you looked back, ready to spill out a thousand apologies, but words were harder to say then you remember, you felt your climax approaching faster than you'd like it to, trying to force the pressure in your tummy away. You could hardly stop your eyes from rolling back in your head, but you did notice Hasan's smirk, he even lightly chuckled

"I'm s-sorr-". Was about all you managed to get out before Schlatt interrupted; "Nobody said you could speak, whore," He sighed, looking to Hasan;  "The bitch even kissed me first, Told ya, all I had to do was look at her, and she's willing to be my little fucktoy".

Embarrassment flooded through your body, this was one of those situations where you wanted nothing more than to melt, sink into the floorboards and disappear. Hasan moved closer, "Awhhh don't be mean you know she's sensitive, you're going to make her cry. Baby, you know I'd never get mad at you, but I do wish you would've told me how bad you wanted to be fucked, for God's sake, you're about to cum just from his fingers". He stood so close behind you your head was tossed back, right against his stomach, Hasan's hand snaked around your throat, smiling at the tears brimming in your eyes; "Does that feel good, princess?" Hasan cooed, rubbing circles over your trachea, but Schlatt quickly returned your gaze to him.

"mhmt mhph, eyes on me, sweetheart, you look at me when you cum, I'm the one making you feel good. You can have her when I'm done".

"What if I want her now". Hasan tested, looking down at Schlatt, who sighed in response; "I would've loved to tease you longer, but someone is being impatient... so tell me, do you wanna cum, hun'?"

"Y-yes please, please ple-". You whined, barely capable of speaking, blubbering out broken pleas, you were practically being edged by his dominance, you knew that if you even tried questioning his power-hungry attitude he would likely stop all together, walking away like nothing ever happened.

"Are you gonna be a good girl, and let us use you?" 

You nodded quickly, convinced that in your current state you'd be willing to agree to anything he asked. "Mhm that's perfect, Doll, now cum all over my fucking hand".

Hasan's ring-covered hand gently petted your hair from behind, other hand still on your throat, intensifying the fuzzy state of euphoria as they encouraged you through your orgasm. Your being buzzed with warm, enveloping pleasure, you couldn't bite back your moans anymore, and honestly there was no longer a reason to, lewd sounds filled the entire house as his fingers massaged your g-spot.

You were positive you'd just left a huge wet spot on Schlatt's crotch, but didn't feel too bad, considering it was his fault. You didn't even have a chance to come down from your high before you were being hoisted up and repositioned, your eyes were closed at first so you weren't sure who was moving you, but you'd be fine with either. You soon realized it was Hasan, while your vision was still blurred, you did recognize his cologne, he smelled fresh, like clean laundry, leather, and a tinge of something floral, while Schlatt was more woody, and sweet, like a campfire with traces of vanilla. "My turn". Hasan announced, flipping you how he desired, which just so happened to be face down, ass up, your face going directly onto Schlatt's lap, he was already hard, clearly visible print through his sweatpants. He caressed your hair, leaning in to whisper in your ear again "If you ever want to stop, or it gets to be too much, don't be scared to tell us". He placed a light kiss on your temple, you weren't used to his gentleness, it surprised you, but in a good way. You nodded, officially consenting to submit to him, trusting him with your body.

The intimate moment was over as soon as it began, you were so lost in Schlatt that you forgot about the hands gripping at your ass, but was quickly reminded by the jolt of pleasure between your legs. You expected to have someone jack-hammering you by now, but no Hasan loves eating pussy. Possibly even his favorite part of sex, and your pussy was pretty... he admired every curve and fold before diving in head first to eat you out. The feeling of his tongue dragging from your clit all the way to your ass, caused your already shaking legs to buckle, Luckily, holding you up is hardly a task for him. He could bench press double your body weight if he tried.

"Shhhh, you're going to have the neighbors calling the cops on us-" Schlatt cooed, pulling his pants down allowing his length to bounce up, tapping on your cheek, before he grabbed the base, slowly fucking the side of your mouth, just to see it poke through your cheek. "Atta girl, such a good whore, you like having dick down your throat, doll?" You nodded, licking up the the salty precum coating the tip. He smirked, thinking it was cute that you were trying to show out for him, but he had other plans, he roughly shoved your head down as far as possible, forcing you to choke on it for a few more seconds, before letting you up for air. 

You gagged, gasping for your breath, but quickly recovered, you were desperate for Schlatt, you wanted more. "You taste so good, baby". Hasan praised from behind, pushing his tongue in and out of both holes, wanting to make sure you knew how badly he wanted you, how long he'd been waiting to touch you, sure, tag teaming was not what he'd envisioned, but hey, Paris is nice around this time of year.

You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in your head, but soon you were right back to sputtering on Schlatt's girthy dick that somehow was still growing in your throat. "Hey, slut what do you say when someone compliments you? huh?" He teased, fucking into your throat relentlessly, as if it was nothing more than a fleshlight.

"You say thank you, sir". Schlatt demanded, removing himself from your throat, "Thank you, sir" you affirmed, as clearly as you could, although that's not saying much, they luckily got the point.

Hasan kissed up your back making his way up your body; "Of course, princess. You're so perfect". Without warning he shoved his entire length into you at once, causing you to yelp from the mix of sharp pain and pleasure as he quickly stretched your walls. You'd never seen his dick, but you were almost certain you were feeling at least 8 inches. You expected Hasan to go easy on you, but boy were you wrong, his finger tips pushed into your hips, gripping the area between your thigh and ass. 

Hasan talked less than Schlatt, but wasn't exactly quiet either, he grunted with every stroke, often cursing under his breath. "Can I cum, please sir?" You whined, quickly reaching that point again as you pushed your ass back against him, while simultaneously trying to keep a rhythm bobbing your head on Schlatt's cock.

"Don't look at me, hun' I'm not the one fucking you". 

"Hasan! fuck, please, can I cum". You shouted, sounding almost frustrated at how bad you wanted it. Hasan took a fistful of your hair, pulling your body back against his, not really caring to make Schlatt wait. His other hand supported your torso, cupping your breast whilst rubbing his thumb over your nipple.

"I know you can do better than that". Hasan grunted in your ear, pounding into you so hard you were positive you'd be sore tomorrow. 

"Please, let me cum, please daddy, I'll do anything".

He planned to edge you a little longer but 'daddy' was his magic word, he'd undoubtedly agree to do egregious things for a girl who called him that while asking for something. "There you go, baby, you're such a good girl for me, cum on daddy's dick".

"Oh my fucking god, thank you, thank you, th....". Your pussy throbbed around him so tight it almost sent him over the edge as well, but he pulled out, watching it throb against your ass. "Alright, alright. give me my girl back, damn". Schlatt pulled your limp body into his arms, if you weren't in a state of brain-deadness you would've giggled at the tinge of jealousy showing, but you were far too exhausted, and fell into the New-Yorker's grasp without question.

"Yours?" Hasan challenged.

"Mhm".

"That's debatable".

Schlatt chuckled, flipping him off, and before you knew it you were lowered onto Schlatt's dick, being manually bounced, his large hands could almost entirely wrap around your waist, and you loved it, they both made you feel small. He grabbed your hand, placing it against your bulging stomach; "You feel that right there? You feel me fucking all the way in your guts?" You moaned in response, taking in the pleasure and discomfort of overstimulation, the occasional grazing of his pubic hair against your clit was enough to make you scream, and you wouldn't have it any other way. "You think you can take us both, Doll? You want us to fill all your holes?" 

"Yes please, sir".

"Good girl". he grinned proudly, rubbing his thumb over your clit, it was agonizingly slow, it was too much yet not enough all at once. Your body still responded to him, even when your mind said you couldn't take anymore.

"Count to three for me". Hasan demanded, still gripping your hips from behind, he spit in his other hand, stroking the slick mixture of saliva and your juices. You barely got to two before he pushed himself slowly into your asshole, especially careful not to hurt you. You'd only done anal twice before and it wasn't really your thing. Well, until now that is. The feeling of both of them filling you was intense, but once you became comfortable it was ecstasy, undoubtedly the best sex you'd ever had, but from the looks of them, you didn't expect any less.

Hasan was always dominant, but the aggression noticeably grew stronger as he got closer to his peak. "You're so fucking tight". He growled.

"I wanna fill you up, and keep you forever, you want me to keep using you forever?" Schlatt talked so recklessly during sex, he was half surprised he hadn't gotten someone pregnant by now, he had a huge breeding kink. he wanted to mark his territory more than anything; he'd let his friends use his toys, but at the end of the day, they belong to him.

"Y-ye". your sentence was abruptly cut short by Schlatt pulling you in close, shoving his tongue in your mouth, this only gave Hasan more access to your ass, his hips stuttered, running his steady rhythm. "Fuck I'm close".

Schlatt was as well, although, he didn't care to announce a thing, instead he held you down, making you feel every last drop of cum spray against your cervix, groaning through the kiss, as Hasan decided to finish all over your back. You admittedly felt like a human toaster strudel, but it was worth it. The house fell silent, aside for heaved breathing on all accounts, everyone's bodies were spent, yours especially, and rightfully so, you collapsed, laying down on Schlatt's chest. You figured you'd break the silence, using the last of your energy to utter the words "I think my legs are done working".

Both the guys laughed, but Hasan responded first through labored breaths; "Its alright, we can carry you". You put up a half-assed thumbs up, and they did as promised. You were pretty out of it, falling asleep almost immediately, but you did hear them talking somewhat, Hasan agreed to take you upstairs into Schlatt's room while Schlatt himself got you a damp towel and fresh clothes. 

Schlatt dressed you in one of his smaller t-shirts, but it still resembled somewhat of a dress. You fell asleep in his bed, on snuggled up on Hasan's chest, while Schlatt continued editing a video on his PC, as if nothing ever happened. He wasn't the best at cuddling or all that affectionate shit, but he made sure to check in on you every now and then, petting your hair, making you drink water.

It wasn't that you *needed* a new job, the bar served you just fine for the past two years. You cooked hot meals, and poured cold drinks for both newcomers and the drunks that frequented alike. You grew to love the atmosphere, beginning to feel like home when you needed one most.

However, when you were offered quadruple your measly pay, you had to think twice. The first time you thought "Huh, the hooch is that good? Got em offering up money like candy". The man was clearly intoxicated, in fact, you think he came in that way, being the only white folk to stumble in the joint in months. He was all smiles, handing out far more money than the asking price. He almost seemed confused about the standoffish behavior and dirty looks.

"You been workin' here long?" He asked, corner of his lip turning up as he spoke with a small smirk.

"Yes sir". You glanced up from the drink you were pouring him for only a second, but could feel his gaze hadn't left since he initially laid eyes on you. He had thick, waved hair, looked like it was once slicked back with some sort of pomade, but long messed by the difficulties of a days work. You assumed he must've been a farmer due to the dark rust color that stained under his nails and across his white button-up shirt. He smelled like tobacco and musk, like he'd just finished up some hard labor and smoked a cigarette on his way over.

"Do they pay ya good?" He leaned in a bit, resting his weight on his arms folded in front of him.

"They do, I like it here". You kept every response short and sweet, careful not to be rude while also not being friendly enough to give him the wrong idea.

"I can pay you better".

You snickered meeting his gaze this time, noticing that he had awfully pretty brown eyes;  the kind that look like honey when the sun hit at the right angle. "Oh is that so?"

He nodded, a smug, tight lipped smile dancing across his face; "Two dollars an hour. You know that little blue house with the big ole porch wrapped around it? Hell, you probably walked past it a few times without knowing. Well, that's where I stay, how'dya like to come by and clean for me every Monday? Nothing too difficult, just needa little upkeep, gets hard living all by my lonesome".  He tried to make himself sound small, just a single man with no woman to pick up after him, but you could easily see right through that façade. He bit back a grin, knowing you passed his home every time you walked in or out of town, sometimes stopping for a moment to imagine what it'd be like owning a place like that. He watched you too, but that's a story for another time.

"Thats it?"

"Yes ma'am,  no more no less". Sometimes when he spoke an accent you couldn't place slipped through the seams of his southern drawl.

"I don't even know your name".

"Schlatt, my names Schlatt".

"You ain't from round here, are you, Schlatt?" You had to admit he caught your interest, he was a nice enough man, charming even, but he had something sinister about him you couldn't place. Regardless of the way he made your stomach turn, you wanted that money bad enough that you were willing to entertain the idea.

"Moved down here from New York a long while back".

"Now what in the world could Mississippi have to offer that The Big Apple didn't?"

"For starters? They ain't have nobody half as pretty as you".

You smiled at your feet, feeling your face heat up. Before you could respond, Stack, your boss,  slid beside you, mentioning in passing you needed to run back to the kitchen and get working on a order just placed. You cursed under your breath, most nights people stopped requesting food once it got this late.

"Sorry, I gotta-"

"Don't worry bout it, sugar. You're a smart girl, I know you'll need time to think on it, I'll come back later. You have yourself a good night now". After swallowing down the last of the glass you'd just filled he slapped a ten dollar bill on the bar counter, giving a small wave before heading for the exit. So by the second time you thought about it, he wasn't even out the door yet, and you already made up your mind.

That was the first time you met Schlatt and was nowhere near your last. As promised he returned, a week of waiting had you impatient, finding yourself scanning the building for that familiar face every shift. You huffed to yourself restocking the clean glasses behind the bar, beginning to give up on the idea as a whole, but almost on queue that smooth, deep voice called out from behind.

"Scuse me ma'am, can I get a glass of that there whiskey?"

You whipped your head around to see him, freshly rolled cigarette between his lips, nodding towards one of the pricier bottles, same kind as before.

"Evening Schlatt". You smiled, pleased to meet his acquaintance once again. Ideas of fancy dresses, a radio, and maybe even a car swirled around in your mind, if he looked hard enough he could likely see the reflection of dollar signs in your eyes.

"You missed me or something, darlin?"

You ignored the sweettalk, placing his favorite liquor in front of him; "Well I'm not too sure about missin, but I have been doing a whole lot of thinking".

"And...?"

"And I think It would be a wonderful opportunity, if you'll still have me".

"I'd love to have you".

And that he did.

~~~

For the first month it was minuscule tasks such as wiping down the kitchen, or sweeping the dusty floors, but it quickly became more. He started requesting you come more frequently, now scrubbing the tile and tub from a muddy shade of red.

The first time it happened he swore it was rust staining from washing clothes post working with old metal parts, but his excuses got sloppier. The following incident was far too viscous to be rust, it was like he wanted you to sniff out his dishonesty. Eventually, he confessed to being a hunter, said he sold meat down on the other side of town. You weren't sure if you believed him, but perhaps you were too blinded by greed to care.

Most days he was quiet, shut in the bedroom down the hall. You never dared interrupt unless absolutely necessary, although you often wondered what he was doing in there. Other days he'd sit and watch you for a while, not predatory or authoritative, just studying your movements. Truth be told it doesn’t matter what you do, if you kicked an empty can around the house all day he'd pay you anyways as gratitude for being allowed in your presence.

You didn't understand the effect you had on him, sometimes it was too much to bear. He couldn’t wrap his head around it himself, unable to decide whether he wanted to sink his teeth into your soft, brown skin, sucking down every drop of your life source or be deep inside you, making you cry out his name. He thought his feelings for you to be sick, diseased with unwavering obsession.

After scouring every inch of the regularly bloodied kitchen sink you approached Schlatt who sat at his chestnut colored, leather couch pretending to read a book. As you arrived in front of him he quickly stood up to meet your attention, ready to follow the usual script of 'I'm finished', ' thank you, here's your pay'.

"Gosh you've been hunting a whole lot as of late, must be getting lucky, huh?" You asked innocently, however in his mind  it was anything but. Looking up at him, batting those damning eyes.

In this moment he'd do absolutely anything you ask, the nail in the coffin was the crimson freckles you unknowingly acquired. Splashing yourself with droplets of red water whilst vigorously cleaning . His throat tightened, mouth filling with saliva. He went to speak, but the words got caught on his inhibitions, mind muddled with filth. The bulge in his pants grew uncomfortably tight, but somehow that was the least of his concerns, fangs protruding from his gums, ready to devour you. Instead he swiftly forked out a twenty dollar bill placing it directly into your hand before retreating upstairs without a word. "Thank you!" You called up the steps, but no response.

He overpaid, again. Not that you were complaining, but it was strange the way half of the time he'd shower you in compliments and money, while others he seemed he couldn't stand the sight of you. You sighed to yourself, as you walked home alone, hoping you didn't do anything to upset him. You liked having Schlatt as your boss, he was much nicer than Stack, and paid better too. You still worked a couple days of the week at the bar, but only out of leisure, you really didn't want to go back to picking up grueling hours like you used to.

While you wallowed in your worries, Schlatt found himself doubled over at the feeling of his insides twisting around. "Fuck". He cursed though gritted teeth, slamming his palm against the wall to stabilize himself, facing a wooden, standing mirror. He undid his belt with one hand as fast as he could manage, tightly gripping his throbbing cock through his briefs, already damp with precum.

It was animalistic the way drool trickled down his chin, sharp teeth fully exposed as he rapidly pumped up and down his length, using the dripping saliva as lubricant, making a sloppy, wet sound with every stroke. It didn't take long for him to paint the mirror, thick ropes of cum showering the surface. He imagined you cleaning it up afterwards, licking it up on your knees, your pretty little face soaked in blood and cum. He groaned to himself in frustration, the process began again.

This isn't enough, he needs more... He needs you.

~~~

Your eyes were heavy from a long day, but you couldn't rest yet. Gently dragging a wet sponge across your dirtied face, you pushed a few coils away before proceeding. Once finished you made your way back into your bedroom, dropping the towel wrapped around your body before you slipping into a cream colored nightgown. The cool silk left chills across your skin as you pulled the thin straps that immediately plummeted into a deep v-line over either shoulder.

You were inches away from curling up into the comfort of your bed, but you stopped in your tracks hearing the heart-sinking sound of hesitant taps on your screen door. They were so light you tried to convince yourself you imagined them, but that idea was quickly discarded by repeated three knocks, stronger now, more confident. Something felt wrong, it was far too late for guests... maybe someone got lost, needed direction. You reluctantly crept down the steps, a couple seconds between each step, hands shaking at your sides.

"Baby, come on down here, and let me in please. I know you're in there... I-I need help". His voice hoarse and begging, you never heard him like this, usually always overconfident and blunt. 'What in God's name could he possibly need help with right now?' you thought to yourself, allowing a slight bit of relief knowing it was only your boss, but that security was immediately washed away once you opened the door, coming face to face with the red-eyed monster you once recognized.

You gasped, taking a step back as you studied his distressed appearance. Coated in gore, with inhumanly sharp teeth that dripped blood and desperation. He was something evil, something wrong.

"Oh my girl, I knew you'd come to me. Don't be afraid now, I ain't gon hurt ya, promise".

Everything about the sight had your heart pounding through your chest. He rested a hand on the doorframe above his head, casually, like he had been here countless times before. So comfortable being in his rawest form around you, as if you weren't nothing more than prey to his kind.

Maybe a part of you always knew he was corrupt, and chose to ignore it. Thinking back to those words you heard in church "You keep dancing with the devil, one day he's gon follow you home" and now look at him, grinning on your doorstep, ready to claim your soul.

"What do you want?" Your voice trembled, body frozen with fear. You knew you should've slammed the door in his face, but couldn't muster the courage to break the few feet distance between the two of you.

"You. I just want you".

Tears welled in your eyes, adrenaline being pumped into your veins. You moved without thinking, shutting the creaky, wooden door so fast air blew some out of place stands of hair from his face, messily turning the locks. He grinned, looking at his feet, you always were a tough one.

"Don't go getting all worked up now, sugar. I know how it looks, but I just wanna round you, I swear it, please. I'll sit here til the sun burns me into ashes, I can't take it no more". his fist slid down the siding of your home, dropping it at his side.

You knew all about demons like him, hearing cautionary tales as a little girl that haunted you well into adulthood. There's nobody around for at least a mile, you needed to defend yourself. Unable to stomach the idea of him circling your home until sunrise like a hungry vulture.

"Go away!" You warned, sounding far braver than you were.

"I can't, you don't understand the way my skin screams your name. I haven't been able to get you out my head since I seen ya". his voice trailed off, getting quieter and quieter like he was responding to none other than himself .

You toyed with the idea of hearing him out as you packed all six slots of your revolver with bullets. Curls stuck to your sweaty forehead, eyes wide, dizzy with fear as you attempted to catch your uneven breath. He had a million opportunities alone with you, if he wanted to hurt you he could've, but he didn't. You wrestled with reason, did you really have a soft spot for a hellion?

No, absolutely not, fuck him.

Your unsteady hands softly unlocking the door before kicking it wide open, being sure to glance in either direction before stepping out. You placed yourself in the middle of the rotting, wooden porch wielding a small gun. "Schlatt..." you called out into the quiet air, responses from no more than the hum of cicadas and bullfrogs.

You half expected to hear those obnoxious knocks to continue from the backside of your house, searching for another entrance. You descended from your stoop, the steps howled under your bare feet, long needing to be replaced. You quickly looked to your right, and then the left, feeling the damp grass entangle your toes.

Nothing. No more pleas or rattling at the entryway, the air was thick with anticipation, and a thumping pulse in your ears. Had you made it up? Fabricated by a nightmare or even possibly a nefarious fantasy. You almost lowered your weapon, accepting his waive of the white flag, but the both of you knew he wouldn't be throwing in the towel anytime soon.

As soon as you looked away you were propelled to the ground, all the wind in your lungs being instantaneously siphoned by force of the fall. You were nearly knocked unconscious, so caught up in trying to regain your senses you failed to acknowledge the fact that 1. Schlatt had tackled you, pinning both arms down, straddling your waist and 2. you blew a hole right through his left shoulder.

"Goddamnit, that hurt", He cursed between heavy breaths, caging you in; "I tried to avoid this, swear I did. I didn't wanna hurt you".

"Schlatt, you gotta let me go, please. I won't tell anyone, just let me go". Now you were the one begging, pathetically writhing under his grasp as if you weren't the one who just put a bullet in him.

Your vision cleared a bit, finally being able to make out his face, less than a foot away from yours. "Sh sh sh, quit all that fussin, sugar. I'll let you go when I'm done withya". He pressed a calloused, grimy finger to your lips, shushing you in a way that felt strangely gentle.

Your instincts were to fight back, despite already knowing the out come, he was stronger than you've ever been. Using your now free hand to swat his from your face he chuckled, lacing fingers around the nape of your neck, losing them in your damp hair. He pulled ever so slightly, earning a wince. His lips moved quickly against yours, kissing you with a rhythmless pace, it was rough and frantic. He'd been waiting for this moment for longer than you knew, following you around whenever he could, making sure you got home safe every night.

He occasionally gave your curls firm tugs, trying to hold back from ripping your clothes clean off your body while his other palm found its way to your hip, squeezing your side. Both your hands were free to do as they please, attempt another shove, or futile escape, but your body betrayed you, doing nothing, frozen under his touch.

"Let me show you how good I can make you feel, please baby. I can be so good to you". He murmured through kisses, forcing his tongue in your mouth, tasting of iron and tobacco. You let out a overwhelmed whimper that only further encouraged him.

You weren't ready to admit it to yourself, but you involuntarily began to melt into his body as your core grew with a familiar buzz. He groaned against your lips, acknowledging your subtle submission, he considered the idea of you wanting him even half as much as he needed you, and it was bliss. 

You didn't match his speed, but you at least allowed it, releasing a breathy exhale as he finally pulled away. You met his gaze, still afraid as you placed your hand in the center of his chest, how could someone dead be so warm? His eyes were red orbs that bore into you, brushing his thumb along your cheek, caressing you. He drank your appearance in for a while, not wanting to forget how beautiful you looked draped in moonlight, but eventually moved down kissing from your jawline, stopping at your neck.

Schlatt's facial hair tickled against your skin, hovering above your pulsing jugular, you braced yourself for it all to be over, tensing hard as you awaited teeth as sharp as daggers to sink into your neck, but instead you were met with tender sucking. Biting back a whimper as his hot tongue swirled achingly slow. "Shoulda let me inside, I didn't wanna dirty up this pretty little gown you got on". His words vibrated through your ear sending chills along your body. 

"Why you get so quiet on me all of a sudden, I wanna hear you". His hand traveled under your thigh, bending your leg at the knee to pull it against his side, hiking your dress up. You stumbled on your words, trying to say something, anything, but it went nowhere fast.

He cut you off, dipping two fingers between your legs, rubbing small circles against the embarrassingly wet cloth; "Tell me to stop and I'll be finished".  

"W-we shouldn't". You stammered, digging your nails through his half buttoned shirt, leaving red crescents scattering his chest. When did you get so complacent, what were you doing? All sense you had left said to get up and go, but maybe this wasn't about sensibility. 

"Should or shouldn't, I didn't hear stop". He smirked, teasing your sopping hole by prodding the fabric of your panties inside before returning to your sensitive clit. This time you couldn't help but moan, hips bucking for more friction.

"I don't trust you, I can't". You moaned, using both hands to push against him as he hooked a finger under your garment, pushing his middle digit past your entrance, curling them upwards whilst pumping in and out. 

"Baby, it ain't about trust. I know you'd go runnin' to anyone willing to listen to what I done to you. I know you'd let the sun burn me up into nothing. You can shoot me, shout in my face, hit me, it don't matter none. I'll give you anything, you can have it all". His pace was relentless now, occasionally scissoring them inside making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty. 

Drool trickled down the corner of his mouth as he continued rambling on; "Keep my money, keep my house, my car, all of it. Please sugar, just keep me. If you get tired of me I'll stay far enough not to bother, I can wait until you need me to make you feel good again, please. I'll do anything". 

Your head was spinning, body burning hot white as he pulled you closer to your climax. Your lips were ajar as uncontrollable moans fell out, back arching while clenching around his fingers. Tears once more glazed your eyes, becoming shamefully overcome with waves of pleasure, spurts of your juices rolling down his wrist. You whimpered his name, quivering relentlessly under his grasp, he let out a throaty groan of arousal watching you come down from your high. 

He detached himself from you without a word, standing to his feet and extending a helping hand. You accepted hesitantly, letting it rest there for a second, before pulling away. A mix of terror, shame, and disorientation hit you, fueling your feet and running you straight back to your door. You expected him to chase you, but he didn't. Observing as you made an escape, but you stopped, cursing under your breath, doomed with desire. You didn't want him to stop. 

Your back pressed against the cool house, waiting for him to meet you where you stand. It didnt take long for him to catch on,  doing so with haste. He crashed into you, cupping both sides of your face as he leaned down kissing you. "Tell me what you want- you wanna feel me?" He paused resting his forehead against yours, reveling in the pleasure derived from seeing you being the one needing him for once. You nodded greedily, crossing your hands over the back of his neck in attempt to return him to your lips. He didn't respond, figuring actions speak louder than words he roughly ripped through the silk nightgown, and then panties, threads tearing against you so fast the sensation mimicked rugburn. He hesitated only for a second, marveling at your exposed breasts, nipples beautifully erected as soon as they hit the chilly breeze. 

The tall man leaned forward, lifting under either thigh, getting a handful of ass on his way to hoist you to his waist. "Wanted you for so long". He spoke so quiet it resembled a whisper. The steel belt buckle grazed the underside of your thighs, jingling against itself as he slopply unbuckled himself, only needing one hand to hold you up. His body felt frustratingly good, your hips impatiently shifted in his grip,  rubbing your bare pussy on his still-clothed erection.

He muttered obscenities at your lack of composure, feeling his orgasm nearing and he hadn't even fucked you yet, it was maddening the way you made a man like him so pliant. His cock sprung from his underwear, flinging precum against your backside. He wasted no time sinking you onto his heavy length, he hummed with enjoyment, hugging your midsection to prevent you from squirming out of his disposal. It felt thick enough to split you, a mild burning sensation as he thrust into you with a hurried pace. 

You clawed into his back, holding him like you needed him as deep as possible despite him already thumping against the back wall of your cervix. "So f-full". You whined, sticky slapping noises from the harsh recoil of your bodies lower halves colliding. 

"That's it... atta girl, taking me so good".

"Mmm, feels like this pussy was made for me". He mumbled seductive praises into the crook of your neck licking a stripe all the way from collarbone to earlobe; "Need this for the rest of my life".

"Mmt mmt- can't, we gotta... one night only". 

"Uhnt uh, you done gave me a taste, got me addicted now. You gon let me inside, so I can use you whenever I want". He huffed, using a hand to comb away stubborn hairs sticking to his sweat coated face. "Isn't that right?" He continued, forcefully pounding into you so hard you'd believe he was trying to fuck straight into your womb. 

"N-no".  You tried holding your ground, but his pace dwindled down becoming almost painfully slow, still making sure to reach tip to hilt. "Schlatt, please".

"Please what, toots?"

"Faster, I can't take it- need more". Attempts to grind against him were pointless, he stalled you firmly pinned right where he wanted you.

"Well, that's a damn shame because I can't take leavin you alone". Biting his own lip so hard he drew blood trying to mask the fact that this was hurting him as much as it hurt you. He began using his thumb to rub against your sensitive area, still swollen and slick from your previous orgasm.

"Please, please you can see me again, promise".

"Not good enough, tell me I can come in, I'll lay you down and fuck you any way you want. Make you keep cummin' on my cock til you begging me to quit". 

"I-I... fuck!- yes, yes, we can go, you can come inside, please just don't stop". You whimpered, abandoning every boundary you had left. 

Schlatt forced the door open so quickly, between the two of you it was bout ready to fly from its hinges. He didn't dare disconnect the two of you, dick still burried deep inside you as he carried you throughout your home. It didn't take any direction, he'd been eyeing you through the windows long enough to know the layout. You were too drunk on his touch to question it at this point, resting your head on his shoulder until he made it to your bedroom. Flipping you over and throwing you on the edge of the bed. You caught yourself palm first, lowering your body down more for his access, readying yourself while he swiftly stripped his own clothing. To your surprise he gripped your neck from behind, pulling your naked body adjacent to his. 

He grunted over your shoulder, growling with every desperate thrust. It didn't take long for your body to go limp, overstimulated from his relentlessness. "Gon make you my wife, fill you up with my babies, giveya everything". He babbled on, finding it hard to maintain a steady pace. 

"That make you happy, sugar? I just wanna make you happy". His voice getting shakier as he got close quicker than he could handle. He overestimated his self control, massaging your nipple with one hand, while the other lie over your stomach holding you steady, feeling your belly bulge. 

Fuck. 

He really didn't mean to, he'd never hurt you on purpose, it's just his head being nuzzled into your neck got to be too much, your scent, the warmth of your skin from the blood flushing throughout. He drank you up, still mumbling love letters against you as he caught every drop he could with his tongue, still fucking into you.

"It hurts, fuck,  Schlatt-" You couldn't explain it, but the sharp graze of his teeth, the lightheadedness, his feral moans, it all pushed you over the edge once again. You howled out pornographic moans of ecstacy as your pussy pulsated around him. 

"I-I'm sorry, baby. Sh sh sh, I ain't mean it". He cooed, only pulling out for a moment to lay you back on your bed, hovering above to get a good look at you. To his surprise you met his gaze with blissed out giggle, seeing the lower half of his face coated in your blood. 

"So fuckin' perfect for me, I'd never hurt you".  His lips crashed into yours, transferring the sticky red liquid between the two of you. You both moaned into the kiss, his hips rocking as deep as possible. "Gettin' so close, gonna fill that pussy up".

You held him close, gripping into his soft, umber locks, keeping  your legs locked firmly around his waist until he bust. Schlatt groaned loudly as your cunt milked every last drop of cum, being sure to do as promised, stuffing you with burning hot cum. He collapsed on top of you, not ready to pull out just yet. 

The only sound left in the air were heavy, satisfied breaths. You reached up, touching the fresh bite marks, wincing. He lifted his head, rolling beside you, gently pecking your collar bone; "m'sorry, sugar, couldn't help myself". He apologized profusely as if he wasn't still savoring the flavor of you on his tongue.

"Think we're gonna need to get a muzzle for next time". You joked, turning your body towards him. 

"There's still gon be a next time?" he smiled, picking a leaf out of your curls, you were both coated in all kinds of debris: mud, blood, sweat. It was filthy and you loved it.

"Yessir, I let you in, think I might be stuck with ya now".

He cleaned you up with a warm rag, bandaging his mistakes before kissing them better. Every night that week he delivered a bouquet of flowers he hand-picked in attempts at an apology. He wasn't good at these things, unsure how to fix it, you forgave him days ago, but the gifts weren't letting up. 

Dead, gingery leaves crunched and crackled under the soles of your brand-new sneakers, too loud for your liking. You needed to be quiet, untraceable. Gaining enough distance to strategically tuck yourself away behind an ideally sized elm tree seemed to be your only option at this point, because you certainly weren't faster than the man chasing you. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest, the sound of your own pulse suffocated you, filling your ears with an unrelenting beat. 

You had no idea where to go, all the greenery began to look the same. You'd never walked this area before, and never would again after today. Heavy footsteps trailed behind you, unsure how much of a gap you managed to put between the two of you, but it couldn't have been much. Still near enough to hear a frustrated grunt pierce the air. Your prints left in the mud were getting harder to track, and he couldn't tell if that stick snapping down towards the water was his prized prey or a frightened animal. 

You kneeled aside a large, rotting tree, dry bark peeling in every which direction. It was only a few feet from the gurgling creek, you prayed to be silent enough, discreet enough, just enough is all you needed. You clasped an already dirtied hand over your mouth, soil packed underneath your nails, trying your hardest to conceal shaky breaths as he grew nearer. He was no longer running, just intently searching. Something about his creeping pace only scared you more, beginning to feel caged in, you impulsively decided you had no choice but to pick back up full speed. 

"Fuckin' bitch, give it up already". He huffed, leaping back into gear right along with you. 

Hiding worked well for you until it didn't, because now he was hot on your trail, squandering any lengthy separation you once held. You stole a glance over your shoulder, you couldn't take the unknowing any longer, it felt as if he was so close he'd be reaching out and pulling you back from your cardigan any second now. 

The feral man looked at you with pure desperation, hunger even. As if letting you slip through his fingers meant he'd never eat again. Irately knitted brows with darkened eyes and messy waves that stuck to his forehead with sweat, same as yours. You were winning, you could feel it, and then suddenly all you could feel was the ground, cold and wet. The abrupt terrain change from mostly flattened dirt and small rocks to dense, long, blades of grass that tangled at your feet was enough to knock you down. You cursed under your breath, attempting to scramble to your feet. Before you knew it large hands wrapped around your waist, tackling you to the ground. 

"The fuck did I tell you, huh? Didn't I say stop running?" He gritted through his teeth, hovering over you with crazed eyes as he pinned you down, straddling your waist. His grasp roughly transferring from your sides to your wrists, holding so hard you were sure they'd bruise. 

"Get- the fuck- off- me!" You shouted between struggling, wiggling, kicking, anything you could use. He almost looked surprised at the amount of fight you had in you, slipping one of your hands free long enough to slap him, hard. His right cheek grew beet red barely above his coarse mutton-chop, ear ringing from the impact. He chuckled, roughly gripping your face, fingers digging into your flesh while he managed to somehow hold both of your wrists down with only one hand. 

"That's really how you want this to go? Y'sure, doll? Cause I can play rough too". He grinned, returning the favor, and an immediate headache. Tears stung at your eyes, lump forming in your throat as the pain vibrated throughout your jaw, waves of burning ache on your skin. It was enough to make you dizzy, looking up at the power-drunk stalker. 

He couldn't get over how precious you looked with tears and filth staining your cheeks, his jeans were already tight just from the view. He leaned in real close, fingers clasping around your throat as the husky, New York accent fell against your ear. "You gonna be good for me now?"  He left chills upon your skin as you turned away, facing the murky-watered stream instead. 

"Fuck you". You mumbled into the distance, but he didn't hesitate to check that. No more than a foot away from your face as he yanked your chin back to confront his warning glare. 

"What was that, sweetheart?"

"Fuck You!" You repeated confidently, angrily launching your best attempt at a wad of spit at him, landing hardly below his bottom lip. Your heart pumped a bit faster, truthfully, this one even surprised you, immediately regretting the bold decision. He only shook his head with a venomous smirk, swiping away the saliva with his thumb only to pop it into his own mouth sucking it off before returning to your throat, rougher this time, enough pressure to make your head feel fuzzy. 

"You deserve every fuckin thing I'm about to do to you, dumb slut". 

He busied both of his hands, tearing through the middle of your half-fastened cardigan as you tried swatting him away, a couple buttons popping into the air. You gasped at the sudden chill of evening air embracing your chest. It wasn't quite dark, but the dreamy, orange skies were soon to disappear with the sun setting entirely, leaving you to nothing but the black blankets of night and a man that was determined to ravage you.

Your nipples hardened through your sheer tank top, gaining a cruel, berating laugh from him. His mouth went to work on you, roughly nipping at your neck, sucking countless, purplish bruises all over. He wanted the world to see how much of a whore you were, how you let him do this to you. You exhaled shakily, defenseless under his weight, anxious for what came next. 

He groaned against you, beginning to grind his clearly erect cock between your legs, becoming insatiable over the fact that he could do anything he wanted to you and there'd be no one around to stop him. His hand snaked under your top, with no bra to hinder him he groped your breast, pinching your nipple, and rolling it between his rough finger tips. 

"You love this don'tya? Being used like a little toy... All you're fuckin' good for". 

You writhed under him, but any attempts were futile at this point, even with your hands free it got you nowhere. there was no more letting you even dream of slipping away, he had you right where he wanted you. His uncomfortably warm tongue licked a violating stripe against your ear. You whimpered, struggling in his grasp. 

Your top was carelessly thrown aside, along with your discarded cardigan, leaving your bare chest exposed. "Let me go... p-please". You were growing desperate, he made it clear your fate belonged to no other than him, you had no chance.

"Already begging like a good whore, keep talkin sweet n maybe I'll let you cum on my cock. How's that sound, doll?"

You shook your head to object, but he only responded with flipping you over, shoving your face into the dew-coated grass. He pushed up your skirt, exposing a white, lace thong, one you previously imagined wearing for a special occasion. There was a touch of hesitation, his movement slowing in order to take in the beauty of your pussy just barely peeking through the thin fabric. He throbbed uncomfortably in his pants, cursing to himself whilst removing his belt as quickly as possible, binding your wrists behind your back. 

He granted a stinging blow to your plush ass, leaving a large, rosy handprint. He repeated this until he was finally satisfied, watching you plead for his mercy. "Save the waterworks, you asked for this". He effortlessly tore your panties from your body, balling them up before using two fingers to shove them deep into your mouth, claiming a fistful of your hair to pull you back far enough to see you choke on them. 

"Such a pretty girl when you shut the fuck up. Be so perfect if you knew how to listen". He mumbled against your ear, hearing a soft unzipping sound. You could feel him begin to slide his heavy tip between your folds. Your eyes went wide, accepting his length against you. "Mmm, knew you wanted it...stupid slut, already dripping for me. Pussy beggin to be ruined". 

A muffled plea was all you could manage, thighs sticky with an slick mixture of your unfortunate arousal and the pre-cum leaking from his slit. You tried to shut your legs, but he was firmly planted between them, holding you wide with his knees. His desperation was growing by the second, already panting in your ear, barely keeping his composure.

"Shut the fuck up". He grunted, forcing himself all the way inside of you, sending a pang of blunt cramping in your core. You cried out through the disheveled fabric that was once your underwear, as he rutted into you. Fast, uneven thrusts that made you involuntarily arch your back. His large hand still knotted in your hair, while the other planted firm beside your head for stability. The line between pleasure and pain blended too far, unable to tell if you were pleading for help or for more of him.

"So goddamn desperate to be filled you let strangers fuck your little cunt in the woods. That feel good, huh? Get so wet when I hurt you". He babbled, lost in his carnal desires. Finally allowing your head to fall so he could return back to his sturdy grip on your hips, pulling your ass back against his length, bouncing you like a personal sex toy. 

"Answer me". He growled, demanding more than helpless whimpers, frustrated to only receive more unintelligible responses. Without warning he pulled out, to which you exhaled in relief and undeniable disappointment, suddenly missing the fullness he previously held inside you. He spanked you one more time, debatably the hardest, before rotating you once more. It was like he couldn't decide how to quite savor having your body. 

You winced, laying uncomfortably on top of your tightly bound arms. He ripped the pleated skirt off of you, fully releasing you to the elements. His once gentle, brown eyes darted around wildly, expression visibly primal for you. He removed the makeshift gag, addressing you like a well trained mutt; "Speak". You were at a point of knowing better than to argue, reluctantly admitting to defeat.

"Y-yes". Your breathing still ragged from the abuse, chest heaving as you tried regaining full oxygen to your lungs.

"You can do better than that". He roughly smacked your pussy with a sudden, sharp slap, that drew a broken yelp from your lips. 

"Fuck... Yes sir. Thank you for fucking me".

"Atta girl". His voice was strangely sweet, content with your appreciation, something about it fed your arousal, tingling between your thighs off the praise alone. 

He forced your legs back, pressing them to your chest as he reentered, continuing with hard, repetitive thrusts. It got harder and harder to hold back unwanted moans as he found your g-spot, angling his hips just right to precisely graze it with every stroke. You bit your lip hard, ineffective attempts to disguise your enjoyment. 

He clashed his lips into yours, savagely kissing you with his tongue deep in your mouth. He picked up his pace, slamming into your cervix again and again. You felt the tightening pressure growing in your belly as you clenched repeatedly around his thick length. You tried to keep up with his mouth, but the uncontrollable sounds of want were too much to hold back. Turning your head away, and screwing your eyes shut as you cried out in pleasure, two of his fingers reaching down to circle your sopping clit. 

"Mhm, keep screamin, doll. Nobody gonna come for you, but me... Gonna make you squirt all over my dick, baby. Just like that, keep takin it like the perfect fuckin' slut you are". He growled, head falling in the crook of your neck, biting over the previous love marks. 

His words were enough to send you over the edge; "Schlatt, please. You fuck me so good, oh my god, oh my- fuck". You babbled, moaning your boyfriend's name, hot tears steaming down your cheeks as the blissful coil of climax snapped, overwhelming waves of euphoria strong enough to blur your vision.

"You m...fuck. F-fuck you... gonna cum". He cursed, his hips snapping into your gushing pussy, slamming into your cervix as he reached his orgasm involuntarily. His dick throbbed inside of you, leaking his thick load as deep as possible, spilling into your cervix. 

Schlatt's arms cradled the back of your head, trying to leverage it off the hard ground. You were both immediately exhausted, feeling disgusting and spent. He placed gentle kisses on the same cheek he previously hit, still holding you, still inside. Almost romantic if you disregard the way he just defiled you.

"Baby, you gotta stop doin that to me, always saying my name. Its not fair". He complained, voice slightly shaking as he gently pulled out of your warmth.

"But you love it". You giggled, he finally removed his weight from you, immediately going to remove the leather belt from your inflamed wrists. You sat up, scrunching your face up as you attempted to rub away the soreness. 

"Yeah, a little too much. Coulda fucked you so much longer if you just kept that pretty mouth shut". He gave you that same smug grin you couldn't help falling in love with. He peppered kisses in between redressing you the best he could, apologizing for the cardigan. Tearing your panties was fair game, but the cute, knit sweater he recently bought you was not part of the script.  

He kissed your scraped knee as you tried picking leaves out of your hair; "You did so good, doll, almost outran me this time, and that slap? Holy fuck".

"Not sure I'll ever outrun you, big guy".

"Keep working on it, hun. Although I gotta admit, I'm hoping I catch you every time". He placed another tender kiss to your damp forehead, helping you to your feet; "Need me to carry you?"

"Nuh uh, I got it. You haven't broke me yet". You smiled confidently knowing damn well you were about to stumble around with the grace of a newborn deer. 

He raised an eyebrow at you snaking his hand around your waist for stability. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe". 

He didn't take that lightly, you knew you were in for it for the rest of the week. Side by side you trailed back to the gorgeous vacation home that Schlatt spent way too much on. There was nobody around for miles and he planned to use that to his advantage as much as possible. The sun was hardly above the horizon by now, but the warm lighting casting through the oversized window panes guided you safely.  

The first bar is dead, maybe it’s too early in the night, or maybe it’s just a bad pick. Either way, the handful of scattered patrons are all minimum 45 years old and the music is nothing but stale country songs. You four line up at the barstools, ordering whatever the ‘drink of the day’ is. As you finish up your cocktails schlatt flags down the waitress for a quick round of shots, and the bill. He cracks a halfhearted joke about this place being real, old school entertainment.

You were there for no more than 20 minutes tops, but charlie being a lightweight is already tipsy as you peruse down the sidewalk to your next destination. He talks your ear off, his hand accidentally brushing against yours every couple seconds. “No fuckin’ way you’re drunk already”. Schlatt chuckles, glancing back with an eye roll, Ted stifles his own amusement, although a bit hypocritical because his head is starting to buzz as well.

The second location is much more ideal, lively, packed. In fact, so packed it’s annoyingly congested around the bar area, getting a drink would be a task. “Go find a table, i’ll wait in line”. Schlatt leans in close, listening to your order as his hand lingers on your waist. His touch is unnecessary, but certainly not unwelcome. He nods, and disappears into the crowd. “C’mon princess, looks like there’s a spot over here”. Ted gently grabs your hand, leading you who instinctively grabs Charlie’s hand to pull him behind you. You could tell the princess comment was just a jab at the fact that Schlatt only cared to ask for your order, knowing Ted and Charlie were doomed to whatever double shot he felt like getting them, but something about it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

After a couple hours you suggest the nightclub across the street as a final hoorah. Schlatt furrows his brow and tries to look against it, but he can’t force away his smirk fast enough to appear serious. Ted’s lids are heavy, finding himself rather quiet after a few drinks, but can’t keep his eyes off you, staring like he wants to eat you he does. “Whatever you want”. he smiles.

Charlie’s head has been lazily leaning on your shoulder for the past thirty minutes, so close you keep catching whiffs of the cedar scented shampoo he used while showering this morning. “I can’t dance for shit, but I’m down”. He grins, quickly sitting up to speak more directly to you. He moves like he almost forgot he was lying on you, a tinge of pink flooding his cheeks. You found drunk Charlie sweet, funny undoubtedly, but endearing. He was typically so timid when it came to touching you, even just a friendly hug when you’d come over to hang out, but one drop of alcohol and suddenly he’s full-on clingy.

Your gaze traveled to Schlatt, feeling your heart skip a beat. He put up a tough front, but you knew better, he always folded for you. That didn’t absolve you of the occasional shyness towards him. You cup both of your hands over one of Schlatt’s, looking at him with the upmost pleading eyes as you proceed to beg him to go. “Pleaseeee Schlatt? I promise it’ll be fun”. He rolls his eyes, playfully waving you off.

You win him over, obviously.

You don’t much remember the walk over. It must’ve been brisk the way one second you were sitting at the table, yet the next your body was covered in multicolored strobe lights.

At this point everyone is thoroughly intoxicated, heat of bodies engulfing you only intensifies the drunken feeling. The song playing is a good one, one you’d add to your playlist if it’s not there already. Charlie isn’t shy to dance with you, despite being allegedly bad at such, the other two are more hesitant. Ted agrees to take drink duty this time, although none of you really need more at this point. Schlatt holds up the wall, sipping a Jack & Coke while watching you whenever the crowded space allows him, a smug look painted across his face. You can’t remember when he got that, did he bring it from the last bar?

What catches him off guard is you stumbling over to him alone, accidentally falling into his chest. You giggle an apology but he just shakes his head, arms laced around you, initially just to steady you, but they don’t leave after, keeping you close to him.

“Watch where ya going hun, you’re gonna take us both down”.

You beg him to dance, ignoring the sting in your feet, wrapping your hands around his waist. He’s warm, so warm. You absentmindedly bite your lip, gazing up at him, he takes this as begging for something else. It caught you off guard when his lips crashed into yours, but you had no intention to protest. His tongue swirled around yours, tasting of dark liquor and a menthol cig. Your drunken mind clouded with lust, hand trailing under the hem of his shirt, surpassing his unzipped jacket and massaging circles against his skin. You couldn’t exactly hear him groan over the music but you felt the vibration buzz against your lips. Your finger trails the waistband of his sweats and he pulls back, begrudgingly breaking the kiss, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck you”. He curses, half laughing, taking a swig of his drink in attempt to cool himself down.

“You wanna?”

He exhales with a smirk, trying hard to gain some control on his desires; “Go on… aren’t you supposed to be dancing with Charlie or something?”

“What if i don’t want to, what if i want to stay here with you?” You playfully pout. He leans in, breath against your ear. “Go, before I bend you over in the bathroom”. This is a demand, not a request. He leaves a quick peck on your cheek, and you open your mouth to protest, but get interrupted by Ted, who’s somehow managed to regroup with Charlie before you did. “Here y’go”. Ted announces, handing you your third vodka-cran of the night, oblivious to what he maybe interrupting. You thank him, glaring at Schlatt with a touch of distain, why couldn’t he have just taken you to the bathroom? Sober you might’ve been upset about the location, but sober you was a thing of the past!

You reluctantly leave Schlatt to his whole lone wolf thing, and next thing you know you’re (chuckle) sandwiched between both friends dancing rhythmically. Ted shed his overshirt at some point, leaving him in a white tank top, chain dangling around his neck, while he’s kissing yours. His hands are firmly planted at your hips, the front of him pushed against your ass. Although, none of this deterred Charlie, his arms around your waist, glued face to face. “You’re s’pretty”. The giggly man slurred, unable to contain his smile. You responded by grabbing his jaw, pulling him closer to give him a hint, he hesitated for only a second before pressing his lips against yours. He was much softer than Schlatt, a bit eager, but still gentle and surprisingly passionate. Before, it felt like submitting, unconsciously melting into the gruff man’s hands like putty, but Charlie? Charlie was reminiscent of honey. Syrupy sweet kisses blended together with a perfectly smooth flow you could get lost in.

Your body burned with anticipation, excitement, and even a touch of anxiety. What if Schlatt saw?Would he be mad? Is he even allowed to be? Ted seemed to be, or at the least getting a touch jealous. He wasn’t going to let you get lost in anyone but himself. He spun you around to face him, deciding it was his turn, like a selfish child ready to reclaim his toy. His mustache brushed against you as he pulled you in. He nipped at your bottom lip, sucking gently, earning a hungry moan from you. You broke the kiss, leaning your head back against Charlie. Fuck.

You had an idea, a drunken idea, but an idea nonetheless. Pulling their hands to force both to face you, Ted gave his counterpart a jealous side eye, but Charlie truly couldn’t keep his eyes off the prize, just happy to be there really. You turned them to one another nodding in a ‘go on’ motion. Ted glanced back at you to see if you were being serious, but why wouldn’t you be? “You’re kidding, right?” Ted protested, folding his arms over his firm chest.

“What are you too pussy?” Charlie laughed, but it stopped being funny real fast when he took that as a challenge. Ted’s hands cupped his face, thick fingers tangling through Charlie’s sandy brown hair. What started out as an attempt to assert dominance ended up looking rather intimate, and suddenly you were the third wheel, but you didn’t mind. Weighing whether the view was hotter than kissing them yourself.

Charlie’s hand reached out blindly, eventually finding your waist to keep you as near as possible. Schlatt finally managed to find you, his grin faded just a hair, growing into a more confused expression “Are they uh,” He looked clearly confused, but the dreamy look on your face said you had everything to do with this. Cheeks flushed, lips rosy and swollen from ted sucking on them.

“You into that?”

“Why? You wanna be next?”

Schlatt no longer feeling the need to sneak around grabbing a handful of your ass, and reeling you in. Big guy didn’t take long to reclaim his territory, making out with you. You couldn’t help but notice the pressing erection through his pants, even beginning to absentmindedly grind against him. You felt like a tennis ball being passed back and forth by three pro players. You needed to get out of here before you did something you’d regret.

But on the other hand you wanted Schlatt to sweep you off the dance floor and fulfill what he threatened earlier. Before these thoughts could spiral too far you were snapped out of it; “Man, you’re shit at sharing, y’know that?” Ted taunted, wrapping an arm obnoxiously around Schlatt’s shoulder, causing Schlatt to toss his head back, groaning in annoyance, refusing to release his grip on your lower half. You scrunched your face up for a second, clearly frustrated in more ways than one.

“And you’re a pain in my ass”. He smiled in defeat, but swallowed hard, trying to ignore his throbbing cock, dampening his underwear.

“I try my best” Ted shoots him a ‘gotcha’ look before turning to you instead; “Now what are we gonna do with you? Been acting like a needy little slut all night”.

His words turn Schlatt’s reluctant smile into a genuinely amused smirk, he admittedly loved to watch you squirm. Your mouth fell slightly agape, eyes darting between the two of them, a part of you wanted to turn around and make a break for it, but where would that get you? Falling right into Charlie’s arms? You were surrounded, the nerves of it all only made you wetter for some reason.

“Bet you’d take anything we give you, huh?” Ted says halfway under his breath, barely intelligible over the music. He leans in close, so close it makes your skin scream for a taste, your eyes instinctually fall closed, feeling his breath against your lips, but nothing. He pulls away, laughing in your face. A wave of embarrassment chills you as your lids flutter open. “See”. Ted sneers, talking about you, but not to you.

“Don’t be a dick”. Charlie interjects unable to stifle a laugh, caging in behind you once more, hands wrapped around your midsection, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. Schlatt’s hands fell to your hips instead to make room for him, but not without an eye roll first.

“Nah he’s right, should use her right here, stretch that little pussy out in front of everyone. She clearly doesn’t mind an audience”. Schlatt licks his lips squishing your cheeks between one of his hands. Your stomach was turning, but deep down a part of you couldn’t deny how bad you wanted it.

“That sound good, baby?” Charlie mumbled, nose brushing against your neck, he began sucking dark purple marks into your skin. You bit back a moan, looking up at Schlatt with pleading eyes as Charlie’s hand hooked into the front of your pants. Cold, slender fingers slid between your folds and into you with ease, after all, you’re soaked. You couldn’t help the whimpers escaping you, but Ted quickly fixed that, shushing you as he turned your head to face him, no more teasing. He greedily shoved his tongue into your mouth, saliva sloppily pooling at the corners.

You were impatiently passed between Ted and Schlatt, as Charlie pumped two fingers inside of you. Being drunk is like being in a broken dryer, everything is spinning, it’s way too hot, and nobody has any way of telling how long this has been going on. As much as you’d like to pretend you had more dignity and that it’d been atleast a few minutes of them touching you, hardly thirty seconds had passed and you were already near your tipping point.

For the first time, you pulled away, mouth open, yet barely able to speak. You tried to manage the words, but everything came out as an incoherent, babbling mess. “Does that feel good, princess?” Ted’s previous nickname for you resurfaced, you nodded, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Think she’s gonna cum already, fuck…look at her”. Schlatt teased, cupping the side of your face, admiring your desperate expression. Your nails gripped into his bicep as the pressure in your core became too much to handle. Charlie’s skillful fingers knocked at your g-spot with vigor, he himself was feeling embarrassingly close without even being actually touched, but your plump ass pressing against his jeans had him breathing shakily in your ear.

Without your permission the growing pleasure between your thighs snapped, waves of ecstasy radiated through your body as you clenched around one of your best friend’s fingers. Your legs gave out, causing you to fall into Schlatt’s chest, thankfully allowing you to muffle the pornographic moans you produced. He loved being the one to catch you, engulfing you in a hug as you rode out your high, he kissed the top of your head; “Atta girl, just like that… did s’good baby”.

Your cheeks were burning with mortification at this point, refusing to detach yourself from Schlatt you turned your head to your left, shooting Charlie a dirty look, with a touch of thankfulness. How could you be mad at someone that made you feel that good, you can’t say you expected it.

As if he could read your thoughts Ted suggested an uber, you nodded in relief. Ted nodded giving you a casual kiss goodbye as if he’d done it a million times over before disappearing into the sea of partygoers.