#aether plays

HHHHH IMAGINE IMAGINE he played w you earlier. led you on w his celebrity status cause you were a starry eyed little thing who was naive enough to believe his praise and dates were anything more than a way to get in your panties. but the moment he fell in bed with you and got what he wanted, he got up and ghosted you. blocked your number, ignored your pleas asking him what happened, and moved on with his life, forgetting about the innocent fan he tainted.

and then a month later, after weeks filled with doing the same thing to countless other clueless fans, he wakes up in an unrecognizable room. tied up, gagged, and with no recollection of the previous night, he sees you.

and he doesn't remember you.

can you believe that? when you pull his gag down, hear him yelling "who the fuck are you? what's going on?", you're enraged. furious and heated. how could he ask who you were? like he didn't take your first time? like he didn't ruin you for other people? like he didn't leave you stained with his cum and toxicity?

how could he just forget about you like that?

but it's no matter.

it's okay, you coo as you palm his cock hidden in his briefs, fear and adrenaline making it rather easy to harden. don't worry, you whisper as you sink down on it, relishing in the girth you've missed stretching you out, we'll be together now.

forever, you whimper as you force him to cum inside you, to breed you, we're gonna love each other forever.