#dr.facilier

Facilier loved parties. The richer the host the better. Perfect place to smuggle all sorts of goodies. You'd be amazed at how lax the rich were during social events, they were practically on their hands and knees BEGGING you to rob them blind. And who was Facilier to tell them no?

"Think she's still keepin' 'em busy?"

His girl was doing him a solid by entertaining the crowd as he snuck off into the house (mansion more like), all by being pretty as a picture, and social as a butterfly. He chuckled at his shadow's grin.

"You right, you right. Anyone can handle it, she can."

He loved that bitch. She had his back no matter what, and she almost wanted to make him faithful. Almost. He climbed back down the stairs, about to make it back to the dining hall, when his shadow stopped him, shaking his head.

"What are you?..."

He followed his shadow's pointing finger. He didn't think anything of it, seeing her talk to some guy. But then he listened.

"I'm just saying, it's a REAL nice addition to my room. Do you know how expensive silk sheets are nowadays?"

"No, but I take it you want me to find out~"

Now he was used to her flirting with people, mainly as a distraction to help him get to their wallets. But this...this wasn't that. She was earnestly flirting with some younger guy. A RICH younger guy. She was letting him keep her between herself and the snack table. The space between them was so non existent, he could practically picture his boner against her. In the dress HE nabbed for her. Now, he didn't blame her for this, she was his, he knew that.

He blamed this snotty little shit for trying to get up in her ruffles, all while he knew he still sucking on the teats of his rich parents. He didn't earn a babe like her. And yet, here he was, tempting her with silk sheets. To say he was angry was putting it lightly. He took a deep breath, keeping himself from hitting this guy upside his head. He put his mask back over his face as he stepped back into the party, and their eyes met. She knew that signal meant 'let's go, now'.

"Hey, let's catch up later, yeah? I gotta go."

She slithered past his grasp, only to have the guy grab her hand, bringing it close to his face.

"Okay okay! But you better promise, a man can only survive without a woman for so long~"

He damn near lost his mind as he tried to reach down to kiss her hand. Thankfully, Shadow had his back. By yanking both him, and the entire table of snacks. And THAT was why Facilier never wore white. The party seemed distracted by rich boy, which let him grab her wrist, and walk right outside. No one. NO ONE, stole from Shadowman.

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"Did you almost get caught? Why'd we leave so fast?"

You had no idea what got into him. Just that when you both made it back to his shop, he said nothing, just started emptying his pockets. You started to get out of this stupid dress, relieved to be out of such a stuffy event. You were in your underwear by the time he stood there, staring at you.

"You wanna tell me who pretty boy was back there?"

You looked him over, absolutely confused.

"What are you talking about?"

He was genuinely pissed, even Shadow took a step back as he approached you, scowl ugly and pointer finger angry.

"That pretty boy I caught you with. The one with the 'silk sheets'. Oh yeah, YOU REMEMBER, I see it in your damn eyes!"

He was talking about your old friend. The one you've flirted with since like, high school. He just happened to come from a rich family. You huffed at him, hands on your hips.

"That 'pretty boy' was an old friend. An old friend who invited me to the party, which helped YOU pilfer their shit! If anything you should be thanking him!"

Oh that set him off. He grabbed onto your face, fingers gripping onto your skin and forcing you to look up at him. You wanted to push him off of you, but Shadow was holding your hands behind your back, keeping you from fighting against him.

"You think imma thank a richy little snot nose shitstain? I think you're gettin' too damn comfy around these fancy boys. You forgettin' your place."

That was when it clicked. He was jealous. Jealous of a well off, younger man taking you from him. You were about to tell him he was absolutely crazy for being so immature, when he pressed his lips against yours. It was firm, it was sloppy, it was angry. And you hated how much you liked it, how much you could taste the alcohol that still clung to his lips. He seemed amused when Shadow grew Impatient, letting a cold hand trickle down your stomach, to between your legs. He always liked it when you jumped. He pulled your face away, taking a slow lick of the drool that was stuck to your bottom lip.

"No rich boy can fuck you like I can. Imma remind you of that, doll."

He wouldn't let go of your face as he leaned in to kiss your neck, your collarbone, teeth grazing against your skin. His other hand slipped off your bra like some magic trick, and grabbed a handful of your chest, kneading it in his hold. Facilier didn't have much, but he always had the gift of touch, and he used that against you as much as he could.

"You're jealous of him. You think he's going to take me from you."

He didn’t like the truth. He really didn't. Shadow seemed to catch on to some signal he was giving, and he yanked you to your knees on the floor. Facilier dug his tactile fingers into your hair, and held onto your head as he pulled his cock out. You felt the frenum piercing rub against your skin as he rubbed it in your face, as if seeking to humiliate you.

"You wanna open that mouth so much, make it useful."

He didn't let you give a response as he slipped it past your lips. The metal grazed against your tongue, and you tasted the ever familiar saltiness of his long, somewhat thin cock. You held onto his thighs as you savored his taste, despite how angry you were at him acting like a goddamn child. But Shadow was no better. One hand squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple, while his other hand rubbed your wet clit in little circles. He liked to play with you, while Facilier liked to abuse you. And you liked it, unfortunately. You could feel your fluids cascade down your thighs and drip onto his floor.

"Shit-get up here. Give me MY goddamn pussy."

Shadow pushed his chair towards him, letting him sit down, before you obeyed. You got onto his lap, hovering over his spit covered length. You swiped the hat off of his head, forcing him to look at you.

"You're so fucking petty. All of this because my old friend hit on me-"

"And you were NICE to him. People think I'M a scumbag, but mon chéri, that fancy fucking cockroach thinkin' he can talk to you. I can't stand it. The idea of him even THINKING about what belongs to me..."

That set him off. He dug his nails into your ass, and after Shadow helped peel off those ruined panties, he pushed himself into you. Facilier wasn't a stretcher, but he was long, reaching deep down inside of you. He forced your ass down with every thrust into you, your wet cunt making the skin on skin contact ever louder. You wanted to tell him that this was ridiculous. But if it wasn't the dick making your vision fill up with stars, it was Shadow's fingers in your mouth, forcing your drooling tongue to stick out, that kept you silent.

And he adored it. You felt his tongue graze against yours in between thrusts, wanting to taste every bit of you.

"Imma empty these balls right into you. If any rich bitch wants to be in this fucking pussy, they gotta deal with MY cum. I want 'em to see it drippin' from you, I want 'em to be fucking jealous. They didn't earn this. I did. ME."

Something about owning something they didn't always got him going. It was enough for him to grit his teeth, and pour himself right into you. You'd think he'd stop as he came, but he didn't. Not just to help you reach your own climax, but because it overstimulated him. He liked feeling overwhelmed when he fucked you, he loved pushing himself to the point where it felt like he'd pass out. And watching his face, furious, exhausted, dripping in sweat, and knowing he just finished inside of you, it was too much.

You came right after, and even then, he didn't stop. He didn't stop as he kissed you during your climax, as his lap was a mess of your combined fluids. He only stopped when he heard that all too pathetic mewl from your throat, begging for him to stop, just for a second. Shadow pulled away from you, finally letting your mouth free as you both sat there, sweaty and just absolutely filthy. He looked good when he finished, eyes hazy, mouth pouring panted breath into the air. You pressed yourself against him, slicking his sweaty hair back and out of his face.

"You wanna know why I won't leave you for someone with deep pockets?"

"Because you know I'd be the worst ex you've ever had?"

You snorted as you stroked his cheek. He had such nice cheekbones.

"That too. But mostly because I love you. You're as petty and jealous as you are pretty."

"Is it petty if he's tryin' to take what's MINE?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

You kissed his cheek, and he huffed bitterly.

"Listen, only one who gets to fuck you is me. And Shadow, unfortunately. I've tried to get rid of him, believe me."

Shadow grumbled bitterly, only to melt as soon as you stroked his chin. You kinda had to, or he'd get pissy all day.

"Eh, I like him. And you. You literally couldn't pay me to keep me away from you."

"Hey, I'm the pretty words in this relationship."

He scoffed, as if he didn't believe you. But when you leaned over to pull a couple of rolled up bills from your bra to show it to him, he seemed just a hit more convinced.

"That's my girl~....alright, alright. You got me."

"And dinner. Come on, clean up."

You slowly tore yourself off of him, about to hop into the washroom, when you felt his hands on your thighs. You looked at that grin on his face as he slowly dragged his tongue over your cum covered folds.