#bad language

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You landed back on your bed, wondering what to do until your friend Alex called you.

"Hey Y/N, do you want to go to a Nettspend concert? I have an extra ticket, and I don't want to go alone."

“Like right now, I don't know,who even is Nettspend?”

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“He is a rapper, come on, you will like him, and plus he is cute plessss.”

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“Okay, fine, I will go. “

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“Okay, get ready, I'm going to pick you up in a bit.” Alex hangs up the phone.

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When you were getting ready, you were looking him up, “ he is kind of cute.”

The more you looked him up, the more you started to like him . You stalked his Instagram page until you heard a knock at your door.

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“Come on, open the door, open up, open up.”

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You come running to open the door, “Damm, can't you wait? I was putting on my shoes.”

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“No, I can't wait. We need to go like now, by the way, you look so good all that for a concert. “

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“I mean, he is cute, and you never know. “

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“ I knew it. “

“ knew what”

“You have a crush on him.”

“No, how i don’t even know him? “

“Sure, whatever, let's go. “

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But you did have a crush, he was cute, and you like the bad boy type, he looks like he can take good care of you, while being mean to you and fuck you hard the way you like it .

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You guys get in the car, and Alex puts on a Nettspend so you can learn some songs.

When he started singing “<3 me,” your heart drooped; that's the first time you heard his voice. His voice was so smoothing you would love to wake up every morning to that voice.

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Your friend interrupts your daydream, “We are here. “You guys are at the venue. You guys go inside where you guys are pushing to the front, you have been waiting for a bit until Nettspend came out with the song “You Ready?”

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You guys were dancing until the song that you heard earlier, “<3 me” started playing. You stop dancing to look at him, mesmerized by him until he looks back at you, singing the line “I was tryin' love got me feelin’ like a creeper va grim reaper.”

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You look back to see if he was really looking at you, and you realize that he was actually looking at you. He looked at you for the whole song like this song was made for you.

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At the end of the concert, you look at your friend.

“Alex, that was so much fun. “

“Let's go to the after party, I heard that Nett will be there. “

“How did you get invited?”

“I have my ways, come on, let's go.”

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You guys arrived at the party your friend wanted to go to, get drinks you were waiting for her until Nettspend walked up to you.

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“What up I saw you at the concert. Did you like it

“Oh yeah, it was fun.” You were nervous; he could tell that you were nervous.

“ Come, don't be nervous, I won't bite.”

You laugh, “I'm not nervous. “

“Here come I have something that would not make you nervous.”

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You followed him into this room. “Is this your room?” you asked.

“Yeah, you like it. “

“Yeah, it's cool.”

“Appreciated it “

He looks at you with lust, “Come sit down.” You sit down at the bed.

“You know you're pretty,” he grabs your face and strokes it with his thumb.

You say in a low voice, “You've seen better."

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“ nah not like you, you're perfect, baby, don't say that.” he takes a drink of his drink and puts it down, then he kisses you.

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“You don't mind that.”

“No, keep going.”

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He starts to pick you up from the bed and put you up against the wall, putting one hand on your ass with the other grabbing your tit.

You moan from the overwhelming feeling. You feel him getting hard. He takes his hand off your ass and starts to lower your skirt down, teasing you, going up and down with his fingers against the fabric, he can feel that he makes you wet.

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“Do you like me strokesing you pretty cunt?”

“Yes, it feels so good. “

“Keep going, I'm going to cu” before you can cum, he stops.

“Why did you stop?”

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“I went to test that pretty pussy.” he picks you up and puts you down on the bed. “Open your legs.” He says with a grin.You open them shyly, and he can see everything . He pulls down your black thong with a bow.

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“Fuck you wear this just for me.”

“Maybe”

One hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your folds. He starts to lick the folds, he sticks his tongue, inside of you and starts to pump slowly and deep, strokes with his tongue. Licking every crevices.

“Fuck you’re pussy taste so fucking good”

“ I can ate your pussy everyday.”

he stops and puts in two fingers, you moan from the change.

“you have the best fucking pussy, it doesn't compare to these other girls.”

You started to get wetter from the words he was saying and the way that his fingers were made for you.

He put a third finger, stretching you open so you can get ready for him. He started to put his thumb on your clit, grinding tight circles. He starts to lick your clit with a fast pace while pumping his fingers deep inside of you.

“Fuck you do this so fucking good”

You grab his hair to pull him closer to the spot you liked.To reach you to the best orgasm you will ever have.

You open your mouth and roll back your eye from the feeling you were so close to cum you rolled your hips. Before you can finish, he pulls out his fingers, then he sucks his fingers clean.

You moan from the overwhelmed pleasure and you start to get more wet from him be greedy, and not letting you cum.

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He pulls down his white jeans, his cook sprang out, thick 9 inches, there is already leaking coming out the tip for eating you out. And from watching you moan desperate for he to make you cum.

He puts you in missionary, the head of his cock teases your entrance, going up and down then slowly pushes inch by inch.

“Fuck taking it like my dick was made for this pussy.”

He flips you into doggy without pulling out. With his free hand, he reached around to rub your clit with his thumb. Going faster with every thrust. 

You start to twitch from the overwhelming feeling of his dick and finger rubbing around your clit. Reaching you to the end. 

“ fuck net go faster, I'm going to cum”

He starts to grind hits all the G-spot. And you start to roll your hips to make the sensation better.

“ fuck I'm going to i’m go to”

Your orgasm came harder than you expected, you mind went blank, and your vision went out for a second, he stopped.

“Don't stop,” you say in a desperate tone.

He didn't stop he, fuck you, heard and through the orgasm while chasing his own release.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good, I'm going to fill you up,” he growled.

“ I'm going to fuck you so good that you will want more.”

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He moaned, pulsing deep ropes inside you. That shit feels good. You can feel his dick throb inside you.You can imagine him closing his eyes and mouth wide open.

He was still inside you when you guys were catching your breath.

He pulls out and lies next to “Are you okay?” he says in a tone that you never heard.

“ yeah im okay that was good.”

He stands up, grabs a towel, and cleans you up. You didn't expect him to be the type to care for you right after . When he got done cleaning you up, he kissed you.

“You have the best fucking pussy ever.” he say wile hugging you and kissing you.

You're flustered by the words.

Aww, putain, fuck off!!

Oh, but finding all the necessary things to make him look like a Schnee had been far from cheap, and not all of them had been legal. It was meant to be worth it, to rub it into all the faces of those that hated him for being low, lowly, less than, that he, Zyan… or should that be Winter was better than they could ever be. And of course, now he owed a lot of money to a lot of very dangerous people.

No matter. He’d get out sooner or later. Nobody was in these cells forever and, much though Atlas’ security would beg to differ, they could be escaped from. He’d done it before, for far lower stakes than he faced now. Although… maybe he was safer in here than out there right now, at least until things died down a bit?

He was relatively certain that nobody had found out about the other items he’d… ahem ‘liberated’… from his were benefactors, there had been no rumbling, no angry men showing up to break his legs in return. No, everything had been going just perfectly until he’d been arrested.

Damn them, though. Atlas probably did know he was Zyan, Ironwood had always been irritating about knowing these things in ways that weren’t normal even for the hunters. Like Ozpin had been.. he was rather glad he wasn’t going to end up facing that one again. Irritating and dictatorial Ironwood might have been, but there’d been something downright creepy about Beacon’s headmaster.

Good thing he was dead, really. Now all Zyan had to do was bide his time, wait for them to be distracted and for things to heal as much as they would while in here, and flitter away again.

He might even look up the whispers about that little boy that had supposedly stolen his idea. After all, children were so very breakable… and if it turned out that the little brat actually was Winter? Well, he owed the Schnees a bad turn or fifty. Finding the brat dead in an alleyway somewhere would pay those back in full, even if it would close the door on a few things regarding all that lovely money.

But then, he could always ransom the little midget. That had some merit, that way he might still come into some money. He knew enough people with the right semblances to ensure the brat kept very, very quiet about anything that might identify him.

If they’d even return his calls once it got out just which of the Ace Ops had arrested him.. and why. Being arrested by Clover, even if he was technically their leader, was far from a badge of honour. Being beaten up by him? And worse, he was almost certain one of the snot nosed little punks had caught it on camera, too. He’d never live it down.

Oh, it wasn’t even as though none of them would have tried it, in his place, either. There had been plenty of times when they’d discussed doing just that, really showing the Schnees their true place in the world.

The thought of strangling the little brat that had so fooled them was nice, though. A little boy, helpless and in his grasp? Well, he was quite sure they’d do a lot for family…

The dark smirk that touched his lips didn’t help the anger of those holding him, nor their worry. He’d said a lot of his plans out loud, not that the guards thought he’d been aware of that.