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After a long night of partying alongside your fellow Black Bull squadmates, you find yourself stumbling down the hall, a pair of hot hands on your waist. You're nothing but a giggling mess, shirt slipping off your shoulder, those hands finding their way up your skirt. You stop, back against your door, hands running over the hard body of the owner of those hot hands. They are curious, feeling over every inch of his body, up over his abs, feeling the way he flexes them under your touch, over his chest. His share the same curiosity, under your skirt, slipping past your panties to run over your quivering slit. His fingers are calloused, as expected in his line of work, but they feel so nice sliding down your heated core. He grits his teeth at the unexpected wetness, his fingers eager, twitching in excitement as he pushes two of them past your entrance. Your hands grip his shoulders, steadying yourself, holding yourself between the door and his hard body. He drops his head so his lips are next to your ear, his fingers moving faster, almost taunting you, almost assuring you. "I can feel your blood pressure rise." Those words pack a punch, a deep feeling in your stomach, a feeling that can almost be mistaken for butterflies but is nothing more than a shared lust.

"Fuck this tension," You whimper, opening the door you laid upon, the both of you stumbling into your room because of the action. "I need you Zora." Those words are everything he needs to hear, everything he wants to hear. He rips his fingers from that sacred spot between your legs, running the digits over your quivering lips. You suck the two digits into your mouth graciously, moaning at your taste, moaning at the lewd action of tasting yourself off his fingers. You're quick in disregarding your own clothing, by the time the two of you hit your bed, you're completely stripped of any pesky obstacles and Zora's pulling his own jeans from his body. You color yourself impressed, watching him pull the tight leather fabric from his thick thighs. He wears a pair of briefs, a dark spot decorating the front, his arousal thick, clouding. Your lips are hot against his, hands exploring once again. You're pulling him close, needing to feel him flush against you, his skin hot, almost fiery, burning a memorable impression against your skin. One of his hands holds your face, it isn't a loving touch, not even caring, it's almost as if he's holding you in place, right where he wants you, right where he needs you.

"I know you taste delightful." Those words carry meaning, one that lets you know he was more than eager to taste you, the other letting you know he regretted letting you taste yourself off his fingers. "You want that kitten? You want me to taste you?" He doesn't await an answer and instead slips down your body, forcing your legs wide open for his wondering tongue. His tongue snakes over his lips like a serpent's, delving between your swollen lower lips. Your back arches off the bed, had it been this long? Is the only thing you can wonder, his tongue feeling like fire against your slit. His tongue is long and slender, easily flicking along your quivering cunt. His eyes lock with yours and it's like time's frozen when he sucks your throbbing clit past his lips. Your eyes snap shut, thighs clamping around his head, trapping him. Zora can only chuckle, the position comforting, warm, holding him directly where he wanted to be. His tongue flicks against your clit, a deadly combination with his action of sucking the aching bud into his mouth. You know the hideout is crowded with your fellow squadmates but the noises that leave your lips can't be helped. These rooms aren't exactly soundproof, and the proof is in the pudding, the sounds that you produce as a result of his tongue moving skillfully against your cunt.

"Zora," His name is a breathless moan, one of your hands pushing through his fiery locks, tugging at the roots. "Zora," His name is the only thing that runs through your mind, his tongue, his touch, the only thing that clouds your mind, blocking all other coherent thoughts. You were putty in his hands, it had been a long time but he was honestly just that skilled. He wasted no time with his fingers, his tongue running wildly along your core, licking up every last drop, truly tasting you as he had expressed. "I'm close," You cry, your other hand stretching forward to embed itself in his hair, tugging at the locks, pulling him impossibly closer. You can feel him smirk against your heat, his cherry on top, the graze of his teeth over your bud. "Zora!" You scream his name like a mantra, hips wildly bucking off the mattress, the grip you have on his head with your thighs only tightening. You feel as if you're floating and so soon in. Zora has to force himself from between your thighs, only to catch his breath. He sits between your thighs, and without his mask you can take in all his beauty. He sat, cocky as ever, almost as if he were an animal, basking in the hunt, basking in the feast. His face is glistening in the moonlight, the bottom half of his face covered with your juices, when he got down to business, he got down.

"You taste just as delightful as I've fantasized." There's that word, that roll that rolls beautifully from his lips, invading all your senses. Zora wipes his face clean, making a show of sucking your juices from the two digits he had used to finger you in the hall. He moans at the taste, his usually hooded eyes wide, drinking you in, not wanting to miss a thing. "I'm sorry, kitten, but I don't think I can wait any longer." He frees himself from his briefs, and you can't say you were expecting what you were greeted with. His cock is long and thick, countering his physical appearance. His shaft is rigid, a vein running up the underside of his cock. You reach down, a hand wrapping around him, he's warm, throbbing in your hand. At your touch, his tip can only leak more, the liquid pooling against your abdomen. You find yourself dazed, almost drunk with your own lust, and your fingers dip in the pool of the liquid, sucking the salty evidence of arousal into your mouth. "Oh, come on, you keep that up and I'll just have to destroy this pretty little figure of yours."

You run the tip of his cock along your slit, rubbing it against your clit, whimpering at the action of your own self-indulgence. Zora watches the way you move his cock over your core, just a little more, just a little closer. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance and bring your other hand up to cup his chin, bringing his attention back to your face. "Then destroy me." Zora lets out the most animalistic growl, teeth-baring as he pushes forward, his hips meeting yours in a rushed movement. "Zora!" Your legs wrap hastily around his waist, pulling him in closer, wanting to feel him all, needing to feel everything he had to offer. His cock nearly splits you in half, his movement pushing you halfway up the bed, head hitting against the headboard. Zora's hands hold your waist, pushing and pulling you along the bed, pulling you to meet his thrust, his thighs meeting the back of yours. You hold onto him for dear life, your new hold allowing you to stay somewhat in place, the hitting of your head against the headboard stopping.

"Destroy you?" Zora lets out that blood-curling chuckle, the noise settling deep in your stomach, a new wave of juices gushing out around his cock. "That's all you had to say kitten." His hips are relentless, bruising your pelvic with ease. The sounds that leave your lips resemble that of an animal in heat, your chest heaves, pleasure overtaking your entire form. Your body shakes and trembles under him, you've completely succumbed to him and his feverish touch. To him and his honey words, to him and his cock as he split you in half, fuck quite literally fucking the senses out of you. The only thing you can manage to say is his name but even that sounds slurred, almost unrecognizable. "I'll destroy ya, alright." Zora leans over your body, chest pressed against yours, forehead pressed against yours, a position you'd never imagine him liking but yet, this closeness, this proximity, is what he needs. His pace only increases, nearly tenfold, his hands pulling your legs away from his waist to sneak them over his shoulders. "You take me so well kitten. So warm and so tightly wrapped around my cock." He shudders above you, a sign of his own end nearing. You're sure you can come from just this, with the way you're reacting to just his thrust, it feels so good, almost too good as if it were a dream, nothing more than a fantasy of finally being able to have him in this way.

You cup his face, his eyes wide open, boring in your e/c orbs. He's begging you to finish, to come around his cock. "I'm gonna-I'm going to-" You can't finish your sentence, fingers grasping the hair at the nape of his neck. You finish, and with a crash. Your thighs shake, toes curling onto themselves. Your orgasm hits you in waves, waves that you struggle to keep your head above, clawing and scratching for the surface. It was too much, a wave you could not best, a wave that dragged you under, your body succumbing to its force, its power. Despite this overwhleming amount of pleasure you can't bring yourself to close your eyes, needing to watch his every move, the way the vein in his neck pops when he reaches his own ending. The way his eyes flutter shut for just a moment, his soft lashes hitting the apples of his cheeks, he looked so beautiful in this moment. He shudders, cock swelling against your walls, his cock pumping you full of his seed.

"Fuck," He chuckles, beads of his sweat hitting your chest and they feel like they each way a ton. Zora moves your legs from over his shoulders only to wrap them around his waist, keeping his position. He finds himself acting out of character, lips crashing against yours as the heat of the moment dissolves in the room. You can only kiss him back, the taste of yourself invading your mouth, the taste of himself invading his mouth, more intimate than either of you could imagine. Zora pulls himself from you, and his softening cock rests against your inner thigh, heavy, reminding you of just moments before. "You're such a fun little kitten, so unbreakable-" Zora chuckles, rolling to your side. You giggle, rolling over onto your side as well so you're face to face once again. "You keep looking at like that I might just have to stay around here for a little longer than planned." You can only smile at his words, so very much like him.

"You leave again, I will never let you touch me." You huff, turning your nose up at him. Zora makes a small noise and before you know it, you're wrapped in his arms, splayed across his chest.

"Hi, baby," Walking into your room you jump, startled at the unexpected greeting. The room is dark but thanks to the light of the hall you can make out a figure on your bed, sighing in relief when you realize it's San and not some stranger. You turn the light on and give him a quick smile, dropping your things by the door.

"Hey Sannie, what are you doing here?" San says nothing and leans back on the bed, using the palms of his hand to support his shifted weight. "Sannie?" You kink a brow at him as you continue to move around the room, getting ready to take a shower. "Baby? What are you doing here?" You ask again, stopping when he fails to answer you again.

"I just thought I'd stop by, see my favorite person in the whole wide world." Those words usually bring comfort but that tone, it was a tone you had never heard before. He sounded out of it as if he had been drinking. His words were not accompanied by his usually bright smile but instead, a grimace of pain, what the hell was his problem was all you could think. "I've been here for about an hour or so, waiting for you to get home." He continues, running a hand through his hair, giving it a tug to distinguish his reality from fiction. "And I came across this," He holds up a small notebook, your eyes widening as you realize it's your dream journal.

"San, what the hell?" You snatch the small notebook from him and hide it back in your drawer. "What the hell are you doing going through my journal anyway? Did you not see the very detailed letter at the front explaining if you weren't me to close the damned book and forget you ever saw it?" San chuckles at this but there's no humor behind it, it's as if he does it to acknowledge your words, acknowledge the note. "How'd far did you even get?" You continue moving back around the room, switching out clothes as you figure he'll be staying the night. "I mean, some of the earlier stuff is pretty tamed, it isn't until we got together that my dreams took a turn, you know what I'm saying-"

"I got all the way up to last night's dream. You remember last night's dream?" San rolls his neck and looks dead at you, laughing at how terrified you look at this new information. "Yeah, I'm talking about that dream, the one with you and Wooyoung." San spits those words and they feel like a slap in the face. You flinch and give him a small smile, hoping it'd ease some of the tension but to no avail. "I read every word, you're very descriptive. Is that how you think about Woo, are those the thoughts that run through your head every time you see him? Do you think about him bending you over and ripping you in half with his 'monster cock'?" San quotes from your journal and you want to sink into the floor and disappear.

"Sannie," You try to reason with him, tell him it's only a dream and it means nothing but he holds a hand up. "You've got to understand-" You start again but he only pats his thigh, wordlessly telling you to take a seat. "Sannie, please don't be mad at me," You whine, discarding the items in your arms to take a seat on his lap. "It was only a dream, it meant noth-" You're cut off by his fingers on your throat, the tight grip making it hard to let out any noises let alone words. San smiles at this, this smile genuine, more genuine than his other attempts.

"No worries baby," He lets go of your throat, allowing you to massage the aching points in which his nails had dug in. His fingers take interest elsewhere, moving slowly over your body, taking time to trace the outline of your figure. His fingers work over the mound of your tit like he was admiring a piece of artwork, he's aggressive when he cups it. Another smile tugging at his lips when you choke out a pained moan. "You're going to make it up to me, aren't you?" San leans in, nose pressed against your cheek, breathe fanning over your face. "I know you will because you're a good girl and you live to please your Sannie, don't you?" He doesn't say anything else and pushes you from his lap. "I can't lie, reading that journal, those dreams, those words, it got me so very hard," San clicks his tongue, groping himself through his jeans. "I want you to help me, baby, can you do that? Can you help me, baby?"

Your fingers are moving before he can get out another word. "I'm so sorry Sannie," You plead, staring up at him with those big puppy dog eyes you knew he loved so much. San makes a noise of approval, bringing one hand up to push your head closer to his crotch. "If I let you fuck my throat would that make you feel better?" San cocks his head to the side and gives you a small smile as if to say maybe. Your fingers have a mind of their own as you pull his jeans down enough to free his cock. "Hmm, you really are so hard Sannie, does reading about me taking other cocks get you so worked up like this?" San growls, fingers finding purchase in the back of your head, his other hands coming up to grab your jaw, pulling your mouth open for him.

"You talk too much." He snarls, pushing his hips up. In one clean thrust, his cock is hitting the back of your throat, and his teeth find his bottom lip to suppress the moan that bubbled in the back of his throat. "You look so much better with a cock down your throat," San moves his hand from your chin to support himself against the bed once again, his other hand still at the back of your head. "Now, you made me an offer, I'll see how I feel at the end of it." Your hands find his thighs in an attempt to pull yourself off of him but he holds you there, watching your widening eyes with an unreadable expression on his features. "No, no, you said you'd let me fuck your throat, you don't want to be a slut and a liar, do you?" San kinks a brow, enjoying to watch the struggle of you trying to breathe around his cock. "I bet Woo wouldn't fuck your throat like this, he's too good of a boy." San finally pulls you up so only the tip of his cock was pushed past your lips. "But I bet you're still thinking about it, aren't you? Your panties are probably soaked as you think about Woo fucking your throat, and you know why? It's because you're a cock hungry slut, such a fucking cock hungry slut who cares nothing about where her next helping of cock will come from."

You want to say something, but he's pushing you back down the length of his shaft again. The way he moans when you swallow around him lets you know he isn't too pissed to admit to your pleasing him. So, you do it again, laying your tongue flat so it can run along his rigid shaft as he pushes and pulls your head against him. "Fuck, baby," San throws his head back and uses his grip to move you faster along his cock. Your spit traveled down his shaft, pooling against his abdomen. "Your mouth feels so good baby, so fucking good." His fingers grip at the sheets below him, his hips lifting in a pathetic attempt to meet the movements of your head. "I'm gonna come for you baby, I'm gonna come all down your throat and you're going to swallow every drop of it, aren't you?" San's words are slurred, barely comprehensive, he sounds so out of it and it's enough to make a new wave of arousal flood your panties. "I know you will because that's what cock hungry sluts do, they swallow every drop they're given." San pushes you down his shaft until your nose is pressed against his stubble of a snail trail. "I'm gonna come," He pants, hips thrashing against the mattress. "I'm gonna come, baby, all for you," That's his last warning before his cock twitches against your tongue and the thick ropes of his cum paint the back of your throat.

He has enough mercy to pull you off of him after he's finished, watching behind hooded eyes as you struggle to catch your breath. Your eyes are bloodshot as tears gather in them, a few stray ones rolling down your cheeks, adding to the wetness across the bottom half of your face. You have a hand over your mouth as you struggle to swallow his load, gagging every once in then as you continue to swallow everything he had to offer, just as he had instructed, just as he had said you would. "San," You finally breathe out when you've finished his load, the back of your throat still burning. You're still choking a little, hands massaging your throat as if that would help with the burning sensation. "San-" You choke out again, brows furrowing when San hmms in content, a dopey smile on his face as he watches you with a big smile.

"You look so pretty, baby, " San coos, cupping your face and wiping the tears that roll down your face. "So pretty choking on cock, lips swollen, ready to take another cock in your mouth. I love it, baby, I love watching you choke on my cock like the good like cock hungry slut you are." San kisses your nose and then drops his hands to his sides, leaning back once again. "I bet you're soaked right now, baby. I bet those pathetic little panties are sticking to your needy cunt, your clit poking out, begging to be touched. Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you deserve to be touched?" You go to plead, beg for him to touch you but he's pulling you into his lap, grimacing when you sit on his growing cock. "I don't think you deserve to be touched but I need to feel you around my cock, baby, I need to feel you so bad."

"I know Sannie, I know." You cup his face, bucking your hips against his now hard cock. "I need it so bad Sannie," You whimper, pushing your lips against his, tongue pushing past his lips. His tongue hesitates to meet yours but the way you're whimpering and moaning into his mouth, he has no choice, needing to elicit more of those sweet moans. His tongue thrashes against yours, his hands groping your ass, pulling you closer to him. "Sannie, please, I can't wait anymore." San's hands are pulling your shorts to the side, not having enough patience to fully take them off. One hand leaves his face to grab his cock, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. "Sannie," You slap his face to get his attention, his eyes lulling open so he could look at you. "I want you to look at me Sannie, please, I need you to look at me-" You plead, dropping yourself onto his lap.

"Fuck!" San's eyes roll to the back of his head, already breaking your wordless oath but the sight is so worth it. His hair is stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck, some of the black dye mixing in with the beads of sweat that rolled down his temple. "You feel so good, fuck!" His chest heaves as he adjusts to the tight feeling of your walls wrapped around him. "I can feel everything, baby, god you're wrapped around me so tight."  San's hands move to push his jeans down a little further until his feet can aid in pushing them all the way down around his ankles. He kicks them off and wraps both arms under your thighs to aid in the transition of flipping you onto your back. "But you're not taking control baby, you don't deserve it, you don't deserve to be on top but you do deserve to be my little fuck toy."

"San, please just fuck me," You whimper, lifting your hips to meet his, only for his hands to push you back against the mattress. "What the fuck-" San kinks a brow and moves his hands to pull one of your legs over his shoulder, the other one wrapping around his waist out of habit.

"I told you, baby, you're going to lay there and take everything I have to give you. You're my fuck toy and I'm going to use this cunt to get myself off." His other hand leaves your hips to wrap around your throat, and you can already tell where he's going with this. "There was something I read, something that really piqued my interest-" He hums, fingers gradually tightening around your throat. "Something about wanting to be used, cock fucking into your needy little hole while a hand is wrapped tightly around your throat." He throws the words out so casually, hips slowly beginning to set a pace, just enough to ease the aching of his cock. "The only problem is...it wasn't with me, baby, you wrote about Woo fucking you like that, taking you to a plane you never knew existed and I promise, he will never get the chance." San's content with the grip he has on your throat, the position allowing him to hold you in place, preparing you for his next thrust. "So, I'll take you there baby, just like you want, I would've always taken you there, all you had to do was ask." San clicks his tongue and there's a change in his eyes, a hard thrust following.

"S-shit," You choke out, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of him finally filling you with every inch he had to offer. The thrust is strong enough the headboard his the wall, leaving a small hole in its absence. "S-sannie," Your nails dig into the skin of the hand wrapped around your throat but he isn't having it, tightening his grip until your hands fall to your sides.

"I told you, baby, you're going to take everything I have to offer." His arm holds your leg against his chest and he bends over just enough the tip of his cock is hitting right where you need him. He knows he's hit it when your eyes widen and a new wave of juices coat his coat, soaking the sheets beneath you. "Every inch," He breathes, staring at you with the darkest look. He doesn't look like your boyfriend anymore, he doesn't look at you like you're the love of his life anymore, the stare he holds on you makes it seem like you're another piece of ass. One of the best pieces he's ever gotten his hands on and for some reason, it's the hottest he's ever looked. "Every thrust," He growls, throwing his head back with a small whine when you clench around him, devising a death grip on his cock. "Every drop of cum, I'm going to fill you, baby, I'm going to fill you until you can't take anymore." His hips are moving so fast they seem like a blur, not like you can focus too much with the lack of oxygen.

"San," You breathe, hands giving up on trying to get him to let out, fingers finding your aching clit. "I want it Sannie," You struggle to get the words out but he knows what you want, what you need. "I need it so fucking bad," You're surprised when he doesn't tear your hand from between your thighs and only continues his onslaught of thrusts, the tip of his cock slamming into your walls. "I'm gonna come, fuck!" San's grip tightens for just a second, and he watches you, even slowing his thrust, come undone around his cock. He makes note of every movement, the way your thighs twitch as your fingers continue to sloppily move over your clit, riding you through your high. The way your hips leave the mattress, looking for more, needing him deeper. The way your eyes never leave his face, not even once, needing to watch him watch you.

"Damn, baby, I guess you really did need it." San lets go of your throat and pulls your other leg over his shoulder, pushing forward until your knees touch your shoulders. "Now it's my turn and you're going to take it, aren't you, baby? You're going to take it all." His voice is barely above a whisper, his hips pulling away only to slam into the back of your thighs a split second later. "There you go," San chuckles, cock throbbing at the cry he earns with the movement of his hips. He's so close, his eyes lulling closed as his orgasm approaches but he can't find it in himself to look away, not when you looked so beautifully fucked out. "Fuck!" His hips never slow, even when he's shooting rope after rope of thick semen into your thankful cunt. His cock is covered in your juices, his cum, and the sound it makes pushing in and out of you sounds like music to both of your ears. "Shit, baby!" San laughs, gently pulling out of you. He sits back on his knees and pries your legs apart, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the insides of your thighs.

"Where the hell did that come from?" You manage to say in-between breaths, your chest still heaving from your orgasm. San stays quiet a second longer and then finds the courage to look you in the eye, a pained look on his face. "Sannie, I'm telling you, those dreams mean nothing, absolutely nothing, I do not and will not ever have feelings for Wooyoung." At this San smiles, but you can still tell it's bothering him. "Listen to me," You grab his face, pulling him closer so he had no choice but to train his eyes on yours. "I only write about my dreams like that because I don't have the guts to ask you about things like that. I mean how the hell am I supposed to ask you to choke me until I'm on the brink of passing out-" San laughs at this, and you smile, glad to finally have him back. "I know you ran across those entries where it was me and you, those things, they're way too naughty to even be spoken in the real world, so I just write about them."