hear me out….ur bully au but with a chubby bunny reader😳😳 he’s the one who finds out reader is a bunny hybrid by taking off her always-present beanie while they’re alone, and he’s so shocked by her bunny ears that he lets her run away and hide…but not for long. he wants to have fun with her.
Bully Breeding a Bunny Hybrid w/ femchubbyvirgin! Reader
Original Rennyn Masterlist - Modern Fantasy Masterlist
say that five times fast jesus christ
YOOOOOO I always love hybrids but I never write them. I don’t really know why? Probably because I use a lot of my own worldbuilding when I write, but…heehee beeg fluffy ears :3 little fuzzy tail :3
Reader in the og story also isn’t afraid to throw it back at him (for now) but I kinda like a whimpering and crying bunny girl so she’s gonna be more pathetic in this one. Hope that’s okay :D
Warning for dubcon/noncon, fatphobia, fatphobia (but like in a kinky degradation way), petplay vibes, terms ‘good girl’, ‘little bunny’, used, mindbreak, breeding kink type language, mentions of reader being ‘in heat', crying, slapping, spanking, forced consent (is that a thing? idfk)
He’s more gentle in this . Until he isn’t :D
WC: 2.2k
You were determined to keep your ears hidden.
It had worked out well so far; a snug black beanie kept your fuzzy bunny ears hidden out of view, all without putting too much pressure on them. So long as no one decided to be a dick and pull your hat off, you’d be fine.
You sat in the mostly empty lecture hall, finishing up the meeting notes of the latest student council meeting. There was only one other person in the room; the student council president.
He seemed to always love to pick on you, and you weren’t sure why. You never typed quite fast enough to finish your notes to leave before everyone else did, leaving the two of you alone.
You saw him start walking over to you out the corner of your eye. 'Shit, shit, shit!' You finished up, but by the time you closed your laptop, he was right in front of you.
He noted the nervous look on your face. “Are you terrified of everyone, or am I just special?”
“I-I’m not terrified of you-”
“I don’t know, your eyes say otherwise. What’d I ever do to you?”
You looked away, biting your lip, “if we went through that, we’d be here all day.”
He sat on the table of the row in front of you, seeming relaxed and content. “Go ahead. I’ve got time.”
“Well…you’re always going on and on about how I’m too slow.”
“You being here right now proves that to be true.”
You fiddled with the hem of your skirt, letting out a frustrated sigh at his retort. “Okay, but…you don’t need to be so mean about it.”
“Aww,” he leaned forward. “You think I’m mean? Did I hurt your feelings?” His voice was sweet, mocking you and talking as if you were a child. “Oh, I’m so, so sorry.” He dropped the kind tone quickly, “tough shit. Grow a thicker skin, this isn’t fucking kindergarten.”
“Well yeah, but there’s no reason to be so cruel. Okay, maybe I’m slow, but you don’t need to make fun of me.”
“I don’t make fun of you. I just state facts that’s all. Like how you’re slow, how you’d be lucky for any other guy to even look at you, how you look stupid wearing the same dumb hat everyday,” at his last statement, he reached over to try and grab the beanie off your head. You moved quickly, holding it down. “Seriously? Come on, what are you hiding under there?”
You tried to fight him off, but he moved past you quickly, grabbing the hat off your head. Your bunny ears bounced out, and for a moment you just sat there, stunned. He did the same, just looking you over.
You felt humiliated. You had tried so hard to hide your ears, fearful of being reduced to nothing more than a stereotypical breeding whore. You quickly grabbed the hat from his hands, put it back on, and ran out the room.
You just wanted to hide, to get away from him. He was such an asshole, it was as if he got off on making you upset. You ran to the nearest bathroom, sitting on the cold tile floor at the end of the room.
You held your legs close to your chest, sobbing. ‘He’s going to tell everyone, then everyone’s going to think I’m just some fat slut,’ you thought. After all, the term ‘fucking like rabbits’ had to come from somewhere.
The door opened, and you let out a little gasp, watching as he walked in. “This is the girls bathroom, you can’t-”
“Be quiet. Besides, it’s late. It’s not like anyone else is here anyway.”
He walked closed, and you moved yourself as close to the wall as you could. He leaned down, “shh, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,’ he said in the same faux sweet tone as before. “In fact, I think I have something you want. Just stay right there, little bunny.”
You did as he said, frozen in fear. You watched as he undid his belt.
‘No, no, no, not now, please, anything but that right now!’ Your heat was supposed to come any day now, and as a bunny, it was easy to spiral into nothing but horny thoughts, always desperate to be filled. Just…not by him, of course.
You watched him take his cock out, your mouth salivating at the sight of it. You hadn’t ever seen a cock in real life before, a virgin your entire life. Yet as soon as you saw his, your body craved it. You needed to be filled, to be bred, your pussy quickly getting wet as you focused on it.
He stroked it back and forth. “How sad it must be. Being a little bunny with no one to breed your needy little cunt,” he said as he ran his thumb along your cheek, holding your face. “Must be painful. Does it hurt? Having to go without someone filling you up? I hear bunnies get it the worse.”
You looked away, embarrassed but nodding nonetheless. The warmth between your legs was getting more and more intense, and you wanted nothing more than to deal with it and go on with your day.
“Aww. Poor thing,” he continued his pitiful tone, stroking his cock. “Well, I am curious. Show me how you deal with it.”
You looked over at your backpack; you kept a toy there for emergencies, when the pain was so bad you had no other choice but to make it go away. Still, in front of him? “No, no please, I-”
He tightened his grip on your face. “I’m giving you a choice. You can take your time pleasuring yourself, getting yourself ready, or I shove my cock in you right now. Your pick.”
You whimpered, his tone unchanging making his threat even more unsettling. “Okay, okay…” you mumbled, grabbing the toy from your backpack and spreading your legs.
“Look at that,” he watched as you pulled your panties to the side, teasing your needy cunt with the tip. “It’s almost as big as me. Are you a virgin, little bunny?”
“Yeah…” you slowly started to push it in, feeling each inch.
“That’s what I thought. Well don’t worry, you won’t need to worry about being in heat alone anymore. I’ll take good care of you,” he smiled, moving close enough for his cock to be right in front of your face. “Now you focus on getting that pussy ready, I just need you to open your mouth.”
You moved the toy in and out, feeling your mind start to go blank. ‘I shouldn’t, no, no, I hate him, please.’
It was as if you were arguing with your body, and you were losing. You opened your mouth for him. “Good girl,” he cooed as he pushed his cock inside your mouth. “Just relax and focus on your pussy,” he said as he held your head with both hands. You didn’t have to do a damn thing, feeling him start to thrust inside your mouth. “God, that feels so good.”
He started to move faster, and you kept fucking yourself, feeling yourself getting close. You could feel the tip of his cock against your throat, and despite the sound of you choking, he kept going. He didn’t care how you felt, you were only there to please him. “That’s right, choke on my cock, little bunny. That’s what you’re made for, just milking men’s cocks, good girl.”
You moaned onto his cock, pulling the toy out of you as you came. “There you go,” he pulled out of you, listening as you gasped for air. “Now stand up.”
You took a moment to catch your breath, “I…I’ll keep going with my mouth, I just,” you let out a yelp as you felt him strike you across the face.
"That's not up to you, little bunny," he smirked. "Now stand up, put your hands against the wall, and bend over."
Your lip quivered, your face still stinging from his strike. You leaned over, feeling his hands moving under your skirt. He pulled it up, revealing your tiny, fuzzy tail. "Oh, that's adorable," he grinned. "I wonder..." He pulled on your tail, and you let out a cry in pain. "Does that hurt?"
"Interesting. Good to know." He pushed your legs apart, lining up his cock with your cunt.
You could feel your eyes brimming with tears, this wasn't how you imagined your first time at all. "Please, please don't put it in, please!"
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of doing something like that. Just...teasing you, that's all," he said as he rubbed his cock against your cunt, thrusting between the lips of your pussy. The head of his cock ran over your clit, and you struggled to stifle a moan. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet; you'd rather die than let him know it felt good.
He kept going, teasing your dripping pussy. "You're so wet. There's no way you enjoy this, right? I guess I couldn't blame you if you did. It's only natural, after all." He moved his arms forward, groping your breasts underneath your shirt. "Little bunnies are made for breeding, right? Isn't that what they say?"
"Please..." you cried, "stop..."
"What was that?" You felt him slowly push the tip of his cock in.
"No, no, no, please don't!"
"Oh," he cooed, the sweet tone making a reappearance as he moved the tip in and out, "and leave you sitting here like this? That would be cruel, leaving your wet bunny cunt empty. You said it hurts, right?"
He was right. The only thing that would alleviate the pain was either the toy back inside you, or his cock. Still, you weren't going to tell him that. "No..."
"Liar," you felt him smack your ass hard, "you need this. Look at you, your legs are shaking. Say it. Say you need it."
"No, no, stop, please-"
He spanked you once more, this time even harder. "Look at that ass shake. I could do this all day," he spanked your other ass cheek. "I wonder what it'll look like when I fuck you." He pulled the tip of his cock out, slapping it against your cunt as your juices splattered onto your thighs. "Last chance. Say you need it."
You gave in, the pain between your thighs unbearable. "I need it," you whimpered.
"Louder."
"I need it! Please!"
"Oh, how polite. Well, since you asked so nicely," he pushed all of his length inside you at once, your pussy enveloping his cock with ease. "God, you're so fucking tight," he moaned, starting to move.
It hurt, yet the feeling of fullness balanced it out, an ecstasy you had been craving since you pulled the toy out. The sound of skin slapping together rang out in the bathroom as he fucked you, your cunt gripping him tight; your body craved his seed, craved to be bred, even if your mind resented it.
"You're gonna milk my cock, aren't you? You need it so bad, you just need to be bred so bad, cute little bunny." He pulled your tail once more, forcing you deeper onto his cock. You let out another cry in pain, the force behind his thrusts increasing. Yet each time he slammed into your g-spot, the pain faded away.
He didn't let up. You almost thought he'd split you in two, but the sensation of being full kept you in ecstasy. He looked up at your ears; cute, fuzzy, long ears. He grabbed your ears, pulling them back. "When I let go, I want you to look at me. Look at me when I cum in you. Look at me when I breed you."
"I will, I will, I will!"
He let go, and you turned your head to face him. The smile on his face infuriated you, yet you couldn't deny how good his cock made you feel anymore, a moan slipping out.
"That's right, moan for my cock, beg for my cum."
You let yourself succumb to your desires. "Please, please breed me, it feels so good!"
"Good girl, take my fucking cum, I'm gonna fill you the fuck up." He gripped onto your hips tighter, and you could feel his cock start to twitch. He thrust into you one last time, the force shaking your entire body as he came deep inside you. He held you still, making sure you got every last drop.
He pulled out, letting go of you. Your legs shook, quickly falling to the ground on your hands and knees. You could feel his cum start to leak out. "Ah-ah," he said, his fingers pushing his cum back inside. "Stay just like that. He backed away, admiring the mess he made of you.
You turned to look at him, watching as he put his cock away. "Well, isn't there something you need to say?"
"...What?"
He placed a hand on your head. "For breeding your bunny cunt? For taking care of your heat? Come on, what do you say?"
"T-Thank you..." you sputtered out.
"There you go." He started to walk away, "You're welcome."
fun fact this was so sexy to write i had to take a break and goon out fr fr holy SHIT
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Original Rennyn Series - Other Stories in this Universe- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3- Part 4 - Part 5
Synopsis: Rennyn invites you to another party. Hopefully it's not as weird as the first.
New CWs: Hypnosis
WC: 4.1K
Your internship was much less exciting than you originally thought.
That's government, I guess.
The man you were working under, the Director of the Chamber of Commerce, seemed nice. In fact, he seemed almost too nice. Not in the sense that he was trying to hide something, but that you weren't sure if he had anything worth hiding.
He was a human, yet older, appearing in his sixties or seventies. He talked about his family whenever the opportunity arose, always speaking highly of his grandson, whose photo was one of many framed on his desk; a blonde boy a few years younger than you, wearing a uniform from one of the prestigious high schools within the city. His son was a lawyer for some healthcare company downtown, you couldn't remember the name of it. He didn't talk about his daughter-in-law much.
Earning his trust seemed like an easy task, yet you didn't want to move too fast too quickly. You had taken up residence in a spare office a few doors down from his; sneaking past to snoop on his computer or go through his belongings wouldn't be easy, given how little he left his office unattended. You were still far away from accomplishing the task Rennyn and his father had set out for you.
Your internship had left you with little time for student government, and to your surprise, Rennyn didn't argue with you when you asked to step down from your position.
In fact, everyone seemed surprised he let you go without consequence. Still, he had given you a job, and if stepping down from student government made it easier for you to complete that job, then so be it.
That didn't mean he wouldn't give you shit for it, though.
You felt your phone vibrating against your pocket. When you saw it was Rennyn, you couldn't help but feel compelled to answer. You looked around, getting up and shutting the office door before answering the phone. Even with the door shut, you spoke in a whisper.
"You can't just call me in the middle of the day like this," you hissed through gritted teeth.
"Sure I can. You've nearly been there a week, how's it going?" He responded casually.
"You essentially answered your own question. It's only been a week, that's not enough time."
You could hear him groan through the speaker, "so you've accomplished nothing and left me with all your shit. Why am I not surprised?"
Your absence came at a particularly busy time for student government; right in the middle of the planning for the Dream Festival, the biggest mixer of the Fall semester.
"You said it was fine!"
"Uh, no, that's not what I said. I said you could quit. I didn't say it'd be fine."
"Then…then what the fuck did you mean?"
"You know, for someone in accounting or whatever, your spreadsheets look like shit, by the way. Do you even know what a formula is?"
"That doesn't answer the question!" You struggled to keep your voice down. "I'm not in accounting but yes, I know what a formula is, the fuck is your problem?!"
"Okay fine, whatever. When are you done over there?"
"Five, why?"
"Don't go to the station, I'll pick you up there."
"What? What are you-"
Before you could inquire further, he hung up.
You let out a heavy sigh, staring back at your computer screen. You looked at the clock: 2:00 PM. There were still dozens of memos and notes to go over, yet you found yourself looking forward to 5:00 a little more than before.
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Sure enough, he was parked on the street right at 5:00. He was an ass, but at least he was punctual.
He rolled down the window as you walked towards his car. "Hey, get in."
You stopped in front of the door. "I don't know, are you going to drug me again?"
"For fucks sake, don't just say that out loud!" He hissed, rolling his eyes. "Just get in the fucking car."
You grinned, walking over to the door and stepping inside. He looked you up and down, then smiled before silently beginning to drive.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said with a quiet laugh, unable to hide the smile on his face.
"Come on, what's so funny?"
"It's nothing, really." It was very easy to tell he was lying.
"Rennyn," you playfully slapped his arm, "tell me."
"You just…" he stopped at a red light, looking back at you. "You look so stupid."
You had been dressing well the entire week, wearing something a bit nicer than business casual; today you were in a blazer and pencil skirt, a button-down shirt, and a tied up scarf around your neck. You thought you looked fine.
"What? What do you mean?"
"You look like a high school principal. But it's cool."
You looked down at the busy city streets. "…where are we going?"
"My family is having a party tonight, and lucky for you, you're invited."
You grinned, "and who exactly is inviting me?"
He rolled his eyes, "you're my associate, duh. It's not like last time, this is more…professional, I guess. Like my family and people that work for them. Think classy."
"Well, I think I look pretty classy already."
He snickered, "yeah, we'll call it that. Just don't be weird."
"Does weird include fucking your dad? Or is that different?" You laughed.
You figured enough time had passed for the incident to be alright to joke about. Yet the expression on Rennyn's face made it clear you were wrong.
He kept his eyes on the road, quiet. "Don't bring that up."
"I mean yeah, I wasn't going to bring it up there. Do you really think I'm that stupid?"
"I meant don't bring it up in general. Ever. Got it?" His voice was stern, frighteningly calm as his lips pursed into a frown. The car was quiet enough for you to hear his heavy breathing as he gripped onto the steering wheel.
"Yeah, I got it," you mumbled. The rest of the car ride was just as quiet.
It was only when you saw your college campus approaching did he speak up. "We're stopping at my place. I need a few things." His tone was still flat, almost emotionless.
"That's fine." You responded awkwardly, hoping he'd get over it soon.
'He's acting like he didn't have some stripper bouncing on his lap. The jealousy was cute at first, but now he's just being a dick.'
He parked the car before you walked to his apartment. To your surprise, he held the door open for you.
"After you," he said with a slight smile. Maybe he was starting to perk up a bit.
You smiled back at him, "thanks." You walked in front of him, and quickly felt his hand grab the back of your neck.
You let out a gasp, feeling a sudden warmth move from your neck to the top of your head. The heat rose, growing hotter and hotter. You felt like you were about to pass out.
Your eyes forced themselves shut. You were met with darkness, the world around you having disappeared. It was as if you had died, feeling your body still present but unable to move it. Unable to control it. Simply a vessel as the world continued to spin.
Then, you were awake again.
You were in Rennyn's room. Only this time, the room was surrounded by a pink haze, the air having a sweet scent to it. Everything felt…good. Calm. There was nothing to worry about.
"Strip."
Rennyn's voice. Not in your ear, but in your mind.
You obeyed, starting to take off your clothes. Why? You weren't sure. As you took off each part of your outfit, you felt as if you were watching yourself from afar, your body moving on its own accord, your mind nothing more than a bystander.
Even when you were completely naked, the air didn't feel cold, the warmth from when he first touched your neck lingering.
He sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard before undoing his belt and taking his cock out. Immediately, your mouth began to water, the heat intensifying between your legs.
He smiled, starting to stroke his cock slowly. "You want it, don't you?"
"Yes sir." Your response was nearly instantaneous, not even giving yourself a moment to think before opening your mouth.
"Hmm…touch yourself for me. Sit in front of me, and touch yourself."
You sat down on the bed, spreading your legs before starting to play with your pussy. You didn't question it, you just did it. You stared back at him as your fingers brushed against your clit, your breath hitching as you kept your eyes on him.
"Good. Good girl," he cooed, addressing you as if you were a small animal. He continued to jerk himself off, "do you know who you belong to?"
You hesitated, but the answer came to you quickly. "You."
"That's right. Maybe you really do know it all," he grinned. "Now, come here," he said, beckoning you closer. You crawled towards him, resting your head on his lap, his cock right next to your face. He cupped your face in his hand, "I think this might be the prettiest you've ever looked."
You couldn't help yourself, your body moving own its own. You started to lick the base of his cock, but he quickly moved your head away.
"Ah-ah, not yet, sweetheart. You just need to tell me a few more things."
Your mouth was still hanging open, your tongue dangling out your mouth. This might've been the nicest he had ever been to you.
"Good. Patience," he said as he pet your head. "Now…you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
You nodded.
"Lie for me? Steal for me?"
You nodded.
"Whore yourself out for me?"
You nodded.
"Kill for me?"
You nodded.
"How sweet." He leaned down and kissed your head. "You love me, don't you?"
You nodded, nothing more than a dog being taught new tricks.
"Say it. Say that you love me."
"I love you."
He petted your head again, "good girl. Now," he pulled your head up, moving it closer to his cock. "Suck."
You opened your mouth wide, licking the base of his cock up and down.
"Oh, you can do better than that," he commanded, still keeping up the sickly sweet tone of voice.
You opened your mouth, taking his entire length down your throat. He let out a moan, relaxing before placing both hands on your head, gently moving you up and down.
Your spit coated his cock, covering your lips. Your mouth was getting sore, but you didn't care. You gleefully let him use your mouth, unsure of how much time had passed when he pulled you off of him.
"Now, fuck yourself on my cock."
You climbed ontop of him, your pussy soaking wet. You sunk down onto his cock with ease. Despite his command, he grabbed your hips, fucking into intensely.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned through gritted teeth. He pulled you closer, kissing you deeply as his hands grabbed your ass. You felt your tongue against his, his grip against you tightening as he fucked you even harder.
He eventually moved you onto your back, pushing your legs behind your head. It was clear he was losing control, feverishly thrusting in and out of you. Like this, you felt him so much deeper, the tip hitting your g-spot over and over.
You were in heaven. Nothing could feel better than this. You were his toy, his plaything, and you loved it.
His breaths grew quicker and quicker, and soon enough he pulled out of you. He positioned his cock back in front of your face, cumming all over you.
And then, the darkness returned.
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You woke up in Rennyn's bed. Your head felt fuzzy, the back of your neck unusually warm.
What happened? When did I fall asleep?
Everything felt…off. You sat up, and were immediately hit with a wave of diziness. The last thing you could remember was getting out of the car to walk to Rennyn's apartment.
"Oh, hey."
Walking out of the bathroom was Rennyn, dressed much nicer than even his usual ensemble. A button-up shirt, a tie, a vest; it looked far more classy than the typical business casual you were used to.
"You okay? You seemed kinda out of it, earlier."
"I…" his concern immediately caught you off guard. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm, I'm okay. What happened?"
"…what do you mean?" He seemed confused.
"Earlier. I, I don't remember falling asleep." You looked down, and you were still in the same outfit you had worn to work, minus the scarf and suit jacket.
"Seriously?" He said with a slight laugh. "I didn't know a desk job could be so debilitating. But you said you weren't feeling well, so you decided to crash out for a bit. Still up for the party?"
Right. The party.
You found yourself stumbling over your words. "Oh. Yeah, just…just give me a minute to get dressed."
"Sure. What you wore to work should be fine, you're not like, my date or anything. Just ditch the scarf, it looks stupid."
"Everything you wear looks stupid," you quickly retorted.
He grinned, "glad to see you're feeling better."
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Huh. No blindfold this time.
He seemed to have finally lightened up as he drove you to his father's house. You watched the city fade away into the background, the towering skyscrapers surrounding your workplace getting smaller and smaller.
The road was empty, barely any other cars in sight across the barren landscape. "So, you're finally going to kill me?" You joked. As soon as the words left your mouth, you worried you might've been right.
He rolled his eyes, a gesture that shouldn't have been comforting, yet put you at ease. "No, not this time. If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't be stupid enough to take my own car."
"Ah, so you'd get a rental?"
You could tell he was trying to hide a smile. "No, dumbass. The rental company would have a record of it."
"Yeah, that makes sense. You should really iron that out then." Perhaps your sense of humor was macabre, but he seemed to enjoy it. You were starting to like the sound of his laugh.
You arrived at the party, and you quickly realized you were underdressed. He was right, it was definitely a different type of party than the last one. No loud music. No drugs. No hookers. Hell, there were even a few kids running around in the yard expansive and well-maintained yard. Yet every woman there was wearing some sort of cocktail dress.
"Oh, god damn it," you groaned.
He looked back at you, confused. "What?"
"You said business casual, this is not business casual!"
"No, I said classy, which…" he looked you up and down. "I think you fit that description."
Never before had you been so pissed off at a compliment. "Yeah, but this is like, formal!" He parked the car, and before you got out, you saw his sister approaching. "Oh, no." You groaned.
You hoped that maybe he'd just ignore her, or keep their interaction short. Instead, Rennyn rolled down the window, sticking his head out. "Ah yes, the cunt of the hour makes her appearance!"
Leona stood in front of his car, looking annoyed, yet maintained her composure. She looked towards you. "Rennyn, get out. You, stay." She pointed.
"The fuck did I do now?" He groaned, rolling up the window before getting out the car. You watched as they began to argue, but was unable to make out what they said, their voices muffled. Yet the car remained on.
Leona then dramatically placed her hand against the car. You felt the car's engine sputter, then suddenly, the sound of an explosion.
While Rennyn looked horrified, Leona looked incredibly smug. She lifted her hand up, a small ball of light floating in her hands. Rennyn raised his voice, now loud enough for you to make out his words.
"YOU JUST BUSTED MY HEADLIGHT, YOU CRAZY BITCH!"
At this point, you got out. Sure enough, glass surrounded the front of car.
"Well, maybe think next time before you rat me out, dick!" She threw the ball of light as hard as she could, then walked away. The ball hit the ground, dissipating into a wave of gold before it disappeared.
"…what was that about?" You asked.
He sighed, "it's…it's a long story. I'll just…figure something out later. It's fine."
While you weren't happy about his sister exploding his headlight, it did mean your outfit was ignored. You'd take the win.
You stepped inside, and immediately were surrounded by strangers, all well dressed and engrossed in their own conversations. You weren't sure what to expect, but held your head high regardless.
Your skills from student government served you well as you talked to his various relatives and associates. You knew how to be polite, how to shake hands, how to make small-talk. He simply introduced you as a friend, an associate that was helping out with networking.
Networking. That was…certainly one way to put it. Throughout the night, you never saw his father. You figured that might've been for the best.
You started to notice a trend as the night went on; almost every person you talked to was incredibly vague regarding their job.
No answers exceeded three words. Marketing. Sales. Management. Human Resources; that one could be taken literally, in this case. Everyone seemed as if they were putting on a front.
All but one person. A person Rennyn didn't seem eager to talk to.
You had been leaning against a wall with a lukewarm glass of wine in your hand, watching the 'party' from afar.
"I hate shit like this," Rennyn mumbled under his breath. "It's all so pointless."
"More pointless than the hookers and drugs at the other party?" You joked.
"Honestly? Yeah. The hookers and drugs are a distraction for the actual shit happening. Meetings and whatnot. All of this is just…a waste of time."
"Spending time with your family?"
"Yeah. I thought if I brought you, everyone would leave me alone, but-"
"Rennyn, who's this you've brought with you?"
Standing in front of you was an Elvish man appearing as polished as fine silver. He wore a custom-tailored suit, his eyes nearly the same shade of wine red as Rennyn's, albeit his complexion a bit darker.
"A friend." Rennyn answered shortly, the same way he had the rest of the night. "Why do you care?"
Despite his harsh words, the man seemed unphased, maintaining his friendly demeanor. "Well, I was just curious." He turned his attention towards you, holding out his hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Elias. I'm Rennyn's older brother."
You knew plenty about his sister. He hadn't ever brought up an older brother. Based on the look on his face, you figured there was a reason why.
You introduced yourself, and out of everyone at the party, Elias was the most open about what he did for his father.
"I'm an attorney, I specialize in business law. Nothing too exciting," he laughed. Still not much detail, but much more jovial and open than others.
With your internship, you found yourself intrigued. "Actually…"
You ended up talking to him for quite some time, and every minute that passed caused Rennyn to look more and more annoyed. Still, you enjoyed the conversation, it equally informative and entertaining. Despite Rennyn's annoyance, you didn't feel a rush to leave.
You were only interrupted when a small child approached, tugging on Elias's sleeve. He appeared to be no older than three, with the same vibrant red eyes as Rennyn and Elias.
"Daddy, when are we leaving?" The child asked, looking up at you with curiosity.
"Oh, we won't be here for too much longer," Elias said, giving him a a pat on the back. "Did you want to say hi?"
He nodded, before turning to Rennyn. "Hi Ren-Ren."
The obvious look of discomfort on Rennyn's face almost made you laugh. He could barely look at the kid. "Hey," he said quickly, his tone flat and emotionless. He didn't even look him in the eye.
The child turned his attention towards you, speaking slowly, as if he had rehearsed each word. "My name's Lukas. I'm three."
He seemed a little shy, but the way he concentrated so hard on speaking correctly made you smile. You introduced yourself to him, leaning down to shake his tiny hand. He seemed elated, smiling and giggling.
His laughter infectious. "Well, it was very nice to meet you Lukas." You said before standing back up.
"Alright buddy, go see mama," said Elias, pointing to a woman on the other side of the room.
Your eyes followed where Elias pointed, and you watched as Lukas walked over to a woman who had to be his mother. Only then, did you notice his mother had been staring at you.
She looked at you with pure terror in her eyes. You weren't sure what you did, or if it was even you that did anything, but she looked horrified.
She quickly picked Lukas up into her arms, then left.
You weren't sure what to make of it. When you turned to look back at Elias, everything seemed normal. "Well," he said, holding his hand out once more. "It was wonderful to meet you. I'm sure our paths will cross again soon." He smiled, then walked back towards his wife, who now appeared completely normal.
You couldn't pinpoint what it was, but something felt…off.
You tried not to think about it too much. You turned your attention back to Rennyn, who looked as if he was about to fall asleep.
"Ren Ren. That's so cute," you teased, laughing."
"If you ever call me that, I will kill you with my bare hands."
Even if he didn't find it funny, you didn't take his threat seriously whatsoever. "Yeah, yeah, sure you will."
You expected a retort. You had become so accustomed to his teasing, your petty arguments were a hobby by now. Yet he was…quiet. Just like before when you joked about his father, he shut down. Only this time, you weren't sure why.
He was still staring at his brother, watching as his sister-in-law knelt down on the ground to help Lukas put on his tiny jacket.
"I…I never knew you had a brother," you said, desperate to break the silence.
"I don't talk to him much," he answered curtly. "If I knew he'd be here, I wouldn't have come. He hasn't come to anything in forever, always tied up with his kid, or whatever."
"He seems nice."
"He's a prick," he spat, looking back at you. "A condescending asshole who thinks he's the smartest motherfucker in the room."
Clearly, a nerve had been struck. You stayed quiet. You observed the family from afar, and his sister-in-law just kept staring at you.
"…his wife, she-"
"Just stop." He cut you off. "I've had enough, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind." He grumbled, beginning to quickly walk away. "Come on, we're leaving," I'm over this.
You didn't argue, following him as he walked through the large house. He led you to a large garage filled with a variety of cars and motorcycles.
The keys to each vehicle hung on a pegboard. He looked over them carefully, before grabbing a set of keys.
"You're just…taking someone else's car?" Sure, driving with a busted headlight wasn't safe, but…
"No. I'm taking Leona's car."
"Oh."
Suddenly, you felt much better. Is it really stealing if the keys are right there?
He unlocked it, the lights to a silver sports car flashing. While you wouldn't normally advocate for stealing his sister's car, you weren't about to protest.
It was clear she hadn't driven it much, the car still smelling new. Rennyn started the drive, and as soon as you were off his father's property, he let out a sigh.
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"…depends on the favor, but-"
"Don't fuck my brother."
"…What?"
"I take back what I said the other day. Fuck whoever you want. Hell, fuck my dad if you really want to. But please." He looked back at you with unfamiliar sincerity. "Don't fuck my brother."
You weren't sure what to say to the strange request. "I…I wasn't planning on it."
He nodded, leaning back and staring at the road ahead. "Good."
It seemed like this drive would be just as awkward as the first.
Part 7
WE'RE SO BACK
This one took me FOREVER and I was really struggling with some writer's block, but yippee!! I hope you enjoyed it! but holy shit it kicked my ass . i def feel like i know whats happening next tho, teehee! Sorry it took so long, work got so fuckin crazy. Freelancing literally goes from “ooooh I got plany off time” to “AAAAAAH” real fast sometimes
When I first wrote this, I didn't really know who this dude was gonna be, or that he was gonna tie back to my other stories, so other than being a half-elf, not much was mentioned about magic and what not; especially considering the reader in this one isn't able to use magic. But, there's two scenes here that used magic, so that's fun! ;D
Leona using light magic to bust his headlight is iconic. I love her so much. I want her to spit in my mouth. Unrelated, but thought id share.
also, the plotline with his brother was mentioned in his OG story awhile ago. if you wanna spoil yourself, go read that. if you dont, then...don't read that. but if you know...oh boy. yep.
AS ALWAYS THANK U FOR READINGGGGGGGGGG
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Original Rennyn Series - Other Stories in this Universe- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3- Part 4
Synopsis: Rennyn’s a bit more upset than you thought. You learn more about his family’s business.
New CWs: group sex
WC: 3.8K
“I give a shit because you just fucked my dad, you idiot!”
Out of all the men you could’ve chosen to make him jealous, you had unknowingly slept with his father. You hadn’t just slept with him, you had let him fuck you in front of everyone at some stupid party, a crowd of much older men watching as he bounced you on his cock.
You liked it, too.
You liked the attention. You liked the way he felt, you liked the sound of his voice. He was sweet, degrading you with poise when he smacked your ass or forced you to say ‘yes sir’. Honestly, you’d do it again, if given the opportunity.
That opportunity likely wouldn’t come. You had never before seen Rennyn so angry, his brow furrowed as he awaited your answer. Still, you remained vigilant.
“How was I supposed to know that was your dad?” You said as you yanked your hand away.
“I don’t know, maybe talk to them before you start bouncing on their dick, you fucking slut. Come on,” he grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the party into the hallway.
“What, you’re just leaving? That’s it?”
“Yes, I’m leaving! You want me to stay when you’ve just humiliated me?!”
“Oh, so you’re a coward?”
He stopped, glaring back at you. “You think you’re so fucking smart. You think that no matter what I do, you can just come up with some snappy retort and one-up me.”
“It’s worked so far.”
“You know what I think? I think you’re actually a fucking idiot.”
“And why’s that?”
“Despite everything you have learned tonight, you’re still taunting me. Did you even listen to anything I said upstairs? Or did it just go straight through your thick fucking head? I could make one call and get your ass killed.”
You crossed your arms. “Okay, then do it.”
‘Why the fuck did I say that? He’s going to fucking kill me.’ Your desire to have the last word outranked any sense of self-preservation. Despite your internal panic, you maintained a domineering poker face, looking unfazed.
He paused, grabbing his phone from his pocket. He stared at it, his thumb hovering over the screen. Yet didn’t type a number in.
He took a breath, as if calming himself down. “You know what? I have a better idea. Follow me.”
You didn’t know where you were. You didn’t have your phone. You didn’t know how to leave. Unable to think of another option, you followed him.
“Good,” he remarked. He held your hand in his, an eerily sweet gesture as he led you down a hallway, the music from the party slowly fading out.
You passed the elevator, but he kept walking.
“Uh…Rennyn?”
He kept looking forward. “Hm?”
“We passed the elevator.”
“We need to take the stairs. Devastating for you, I’m sure.”
You rolled your eyes, and you eventually made it to the stairwell door. You followed him inside, the room covered in concrete floors, the walls littered with pipes; a stark contrast with the rest of the building. You kept going down, the number of floors seemingly endless as you traversed each set of stairs.
The next hallway you entered looked nothing like the hotel-esque rooms you had seen before within the opulent labyrinth. However, this hallway was far more industrial, small lantern lights dimly illuminating the hallway. .
“Where are you taking me?” You knew he’d chastise you before you even finished your question.
He continued to look away from you. “Be patient. But you’ll like it, I think.”
You started to wonder if he really was going to kill you.
He stopped in front of a door, this one different from the ones you saw in the stairwell. It was made of metal, looking almost like some sort of safe, a keypad towards the left.
He finally looked at you, holding your face in his hands. He just…stared at you. Your heart raced, but you weren’t sure why.
He leaned in and kissed you. You were more confused than ever before, why was he being so affectionate? It wasn’t quick either, his kisses slow, almost intimate as his tongue brushed against yours.
He pulled away, caressing your face. “I have a present for you,” he smiled before punching a code into the keypad. “I figure if you want to act like a whore, then you’ll love being treated like one even move.”
The door opened, and you couldn’t hide your gasp. He had taken you to a sex club, or at least that was your best guess. People sitting along leather couches, happily engaging in all sorts of sex acts right out in the open. Yet looking around at those participating, you noticed many of them didn’t have the polished look the escorts at the party did; that gave you some comfort.
He held your hand once more, leading you inside. He took you to a much smaller room, empty save for a bed. The concrete floors and pipes continued through each room, making the entire area feel much more intimidating than it was already.
“You know,” he pulled you back close to him. “I do think about you sometimes. You’ve been just insufferable enough to haunt my late night thoughts,” he leaned down, kissing your neck.
You had no idea what his angle was, so you opted to just play along. “Oh yeah? What do you think about?”
He started to pull your shirt and bra away, trailing kisses down your body before caressing your breasts. “You know…I don’t know what love is. And I have no desire to.” He sucked on one of your nipples, pinching the other. “But the faces and little noises you make when I fuck you. Those are fun. I like them.”
He pushed you down onto the bed, spreading your legs open and slipping off the rest of your clothes. He moved his head in between your legs, licking your pussy. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, your hand grabbing his hair. His movements weren’t nearly as aggressive as you were used to.
He sucked on your clit, watching you squirm before continuing. “I liked tasting your pussy. I liked knowing that I was the only one who had touched you,” he dragged his tongue along your lips. “The only one who had tasted you.”
He stood up, positioning himself in between your legs. He took out his cock, teasing you with the tip. “I liked knowing I was the only one who had fucked you. The only one who had cum inside you. But now, you’re just giving away your pussy to anyone,” he said as he thrust his entire length inside you at once. “So if I’m not special, then neither is this.”
He pulled you closer to his chest, gripping your thighs as he fucked you erratically. “I’m going to make sure you’re destroyed before the end of the night, just so I can put you back together, and do it again,” he said in a breathy tone, holding back moans.
He leaned down, choking you as he fucked you. “You want cock? You want to be a slut? Go right ahead. I’ll even help you,” he tightened his grip, watching as you struggled. “But you know what? I’m always going to be the one that fucked you first. I decide who you fuck, not you. Understand?”
You could barely speak, your vision starting to go blurry. “Yes! I understand!”
He let go, gripping onto your thighs once more, his balls slapping against your wet cunt. “Good. Good girl,” he grinned. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m gonna find plenty of people to play with you, and you’re going to let them do whatever they want to you.” He breathed heavily, biting his lip to stifle a moan.
You looked past him, and you could just barely see that he hadn’t shut the door. Not only that? But there were people in the doorway, watching as he fucked you.
He could tell something else had your attention. He looked behind him, seeing the figures in the doorway. Not one, not two, but three people watching you, pleasuring themselves as Rennyn continued to plow into you. He let out a laugh. “Don’t be shy. She’ll be here all night.”
He could see the look of fear in your eyes. He leaned down, whispering. “What? Is taking strangers' cocks a problem now? You had no issue with it before.” He kissed you once more, and almost as soon as pulled away, a man was standing behind your head, his cock
hovering in front of your face.
Rennyn grabbed your face once more, “come on. Open up.”
You listened. Why the fuck did you listen?
Next thing you knew, a man whose face you could hardly see was fucking your face, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, spit covering your face. Two others had grabbed your hands, and you were left with no choice but to stroke them, barely able to see where your hands were moving.
“Look at you,” said Rennyn. “You love this. Actually, I don’t even need to see you.” He slowed his pace, taking a moment for you to feel every inch of him. “I can feel how much you love it. You’re so fucking tight when you act like a slut.”
He regained his pace, and it wasn’t long before you felt his cock twitch inside you. He let out a moan, cumming deep inside you. He stood there, making sure none of it was wasted as he caught his breath.
He pulled out, “do whatever you want. Just make sure you don’t cum inside her.”
And so it began.
He stood in the back corner of the room, just watching. It wasn't long before another man took his place, brutally fucking into you as if you were nothing more than a sex doll. The man using your throat pulled out, covering your face in his cum.
You had drawn a crowd. Maybe it was your moans, maybe it was the number of people in the small room, but it seemed everyone wanted a taste of the chubby ‘girl-next-door’ type that Rennyn had brought in. Your hands, your mouth, your pussy, all constantly at work; some of them seemed so desperate to touch you they just rubbed their cocks on your thighs and stomach, dripping precum onto your skin.
They followed Rennyn’s instructions; It wasn’t long before you were covered in the cum of strangers. Your face, your tits, your stomach, all covered by people who didn’t even know your name. Eventually, people left, the activities for the night seemingly winding down. You looked towards Rennyn, only to notice he had been absentmindedly touching himself with one hand, and recording you with the other.
You caught your breath, your body warm and exhausted. He put his phone back in his pocket, and walked towards you with a smirk on his face.
“So? Have fun?” He asked as he slowly stroked his cock.
Your mind was so out of it, you could barely focus. You didn’t answer.
“You know what, I’m feeling nice. I’ll give you a break for now,” he said as shoved his cock back in his pants. You could barely keep your eyes open, your body numb. Yet to your surprise, he picked you up, carrying you away.
“You’re not as heavy as you look. Interesting,” he mumbled, taking you towards a different part of the club. At first, it appeared to just be a storage room. Then, you realized there was an elevator at the back of the room.
You formed your first coherent thought. ‘We could’ve taken the elevator the entire time. You’re a dick.’
You found yourself struggling to stay awake, but managed to keep your eyes open to read the numbers on the elevator.
-5
-4
-3
Where was your initial hotel room? You remembered taking the elevator down to the party, ending on floor -3, but you couldn’t remember where you started.
1
2
3
It was a long elevator ride.
10
11
12
Very long.
44
45
46
You finally walked out on the 70th floor. He hadn’t even put your clothes back on, yet didn’t seem worried as he carried your cum covered body back to the room.
He opened the door, and you quickly realized you were in the same room as before, the curtains still nailed to the wall.
He gently sat you down on the bed, “stay right there.” He walked into the bathroom, and you could faintly hear the sound of running water.
‘What the fuck is he doing?’ You thought.
He walked back out, taking his shirt off; you hated how long you stared at his chest. “Can you walk like, ten feet, or do I need to carry you to the bathtub too?”
“…what?”
“Listen, if you wanna sit there covered in cum the rest of the night, be my guest. If not then…” he awkwardly gestured to the bathroom. “There you go.”
You slowly stood up, your legs still feeling heavy, your body sore. You walked to the bathroom, and there, waiting for you, was a bathtub filled with hot water. You stepped inside, the hot water offering immediate relief. You let out a sigh, relaxing as you sat down.
He sat down on the floor across from you, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, lighting one.
You looked up at the ceiling, a smoke detector right above the sink. “You’re not worried about that?” You said, pointing to it.
He shook his head, taking a drag. “It’s not gonna go off. None of the ones on the top floors do.
‘The parties were at the very bottom. He didn’t care about carrying me naked in the hallway. Maybe there’s something up with the top floors too,’ you thought.
You leaned your head against the edge of the tub. “I didn’t know you smoked.”
He shrugged, “I don’t do it at school. I have an image to keep up with.”
You scoffed, “of being an asshole?”
“Of being an asshole and council president. People can think I’m conceited. But they can’t think I’m some delinquent.”
“If you don’t count as a delinquent, then I don’t know what does.”
He smiled, a rare sight. “Well, you just agreed to help me. So…you’re just as bad as I am.”
You rolled your eyes, “right, because you gave me so much choice in the matter,” you said as you started to clean off your body.
He simply shrugged, “would you have said no?”
He was paying your student loans now. Still, given how vague he had been, and the places he took you, you were starting to doubt if the money he’d be giving you was made legally. Still…did you really care that much?
He took your silence as an answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“You gonna take me back to school tonight?” You asked as you started to finish up.
“Eh, no. I don’t really feel like it. Why, do you have an early class or something?”
“No, but-”
“Then we’ll stay here,” he said, taking another drag. “It’s been a long night.”
You got out of the tub, toweling yourself off. “You gonna drug me again on the way back?”
“You want me to?”
“Not particularly,” you said with a laugh.
“Blindfold should be fine then,” he said before standing up.
“You…you really can’t tell me where we are?”
“Of course not. I can’t have you knowing which hotel has all the shit you’ve seen,” he said as he sat down on the bed. “You’re not the only person we’d do that to though.”
You put the towel away, laying down next to him. You hadn’t actually shared a bed with him since the party, but even then, this felt much different. It was quiet, the sounds of the city occasionally interrupting the silence. He still showed disdain for you, yet…those small gestures were starting to add up. Plus, all he’d told you…it had you thinking.
“Rennyn, do you trust me?”
He looked back at you. “Yeah, I do.”
“So…you like me? We’re friends?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Then why me? Why are you asking me to do this shit for your family? Why have you told me everything you’ve told me so far?”
He shook his head, “you can quit trying to flatter yourself. You got an internship with the guy, I know you already, and I trust you.”
“Why do you trust me?”
“Ugh,” he groaned, putting out the cigarette. “I don’t understand how you’re still so talkative after all that.”
“Come on, answer the question. I think I deserve to know, with all the things you’re asking me to do.”
He paused, trying to think of an answer. He looked almost uncomfortable, staring up at the ceiling as he fidgeted with his hands. “You don't have much to lose,” he blurted out. “You live a pathetic little life, so I figured you’d jump at the opportunity for something remotely exciting, alright?” He spoke quickly, almost stumbling over his words.
“You don’t seem confident in your answer,” you grinned. It seemed like he was hiding something, something he didn’t want you to know.
“Why does it matter to you?” He spat as he rolled over, turning away from you. “You’re getting your student loans paid, why do you give a shit?”
“I don’t know,” you ran a hand over his arm. “It sounds like…like you enjoy being around me.”
“Shut up.”
“Come on, you can admit it,” you teased. “You like me,” you whispered in his ear, teasing him.
“I said shut up,” he mumbled.
“You so totally do. You like the fat loser girl. How funny is that?” You moved your hand closer to his chest. “The rich boy, honors student, student council president-”
“I said, shut up!”
He swatted your hand away, sitting up as his voice echoed through the room. His lip trembled, looking almost as if he was about to cry, yet his eyes were dry.
You were speechless, the look in his eyes the same anger you saw at the party. He took quick, deep breaths.
You spoke softly, “Rennyn, I’m sorry if I-”
“I trust you because you’re smart. Because no matter what I do, how much of a dick I am, you’re still here. Because you don’t take shit from me, from anyone. Because you know how to get what you want. Because you’re loyal. So there, happy? Now shut up.” He turned back around, laying on the bed. “You are nothing more than a tool for me, that’s it.”
Loyal.
“…this is about your dad, isn’t it?”
He stood up, putting his shirt back on in a hurry. “Stop pretending that you care about me. You clearly don’t.”
It was time to fight fire with fire. You stood up, standing in front of the door. “Oh come on, like you didn’t have some random girl grinding on your dick!”
“Yeah, I did! But I didn’t let her fucking ride my dick in front of some of the richest men in the city!”
“So what is it then? Do you want me to care about you? Or do you want to fuck around and pretend I don’t exist?” You moved close to his face. “I don’t care if you view me as just a tool. I don’t care if I’m just a means to whatever the fuck your end is, so long as I get paid. But I care about consistency. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. You want me to care about you? Then fucking act like it.”
He frowned, pushing past you and opening the door. “I’ll come get you in the morning.” Before you could say anymore, he slammed the door.
—
The ride back was awkward enough without a blindfold over your eyes. You almost wished he had drugged you; would’ve made the drive faster.
“Can you tell me how much longer the drive is?”
“No.”
Once again, silence.
You could tell you weren’t sitting right next to him, likely in the row behind the driver’s seat. You could tell the sun was out, the black blindfold appearing a deep orange in the light. Other than that, there wasn’t much you could discern. But you knew one thing; you weren’t apologizing for last night.
It seemed like he wasn’t a fan of the silence either. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked.
“Enjoyed what?”
“Fucking my dad.”
“That feels like a weird question to ask.”
“It is. But did you?”
You shrugged, “it was alright.”
“You liked it. I saw you. I know you liked it.”
Even with a blindfold, you stood your ground. “Yeah, I did. What about it?”
“Did you know he’s killed somebody?”
You froze, speechless. “I…”
“He’s killed a lot of people, actually. Men. Women. Children, even. He doesn’t discriminate.”
You let out a nervous laugh, “if this is to make me feel bad, this is a sick fucking joke.”
“It’s not a joke. It’s the truth.” By his tone, you could tell he wasn’t lying. “That’s why my grandmother had him take over. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. He doesn’t care about morals. Only the best way to get the job done.”
He had been so vague and elusive about his family’s business before. Now, he was blatantly admitting his father was a criminal. “I feel like you’re not supposed to be telling me this.”
“I’m not. But I figured you didn’t want to fuck someone like that. Who kills with no limits. Unless you’re more fucked in the head than I am.”
You weren’t sure how to respond. Was this more important than keeping such delicate secrets?
“Call it my fucked up way of showing I care. I figured you’d want to know something like that.”
You slowly nodded your head, feeling the car stop. You had many questions, but now lacked the courage to ask them. “Thanks.”
He undid the blindfold, blinking your eyes rapidly as you adjusted to the light. You looked around; you were in your dorm room parking lot. He reached into his pocket, and handed you your cellphone.
He kept his vision forward, “Did you really do that because you were jealous?”
You sighed, almost embarrassed as you admitted it. “Yeah. I wanted to make you upset.”
“Well done,” he looked back at you, taking a deep breath. “There’s nothing between us.”
“I know-”
“But if me keeping my hands to myself means you’ll…behave, then…then I’ll do that. I can’t be fucking up this partnership before it even starts.”
‘So we’re exclusive,’ you thought. “Yeah. Yeah, that works.”
“Then that’s how it’ll go. So long as you keep up your end of the deal.” He unlocked the car doors, “I’ll see you later.”
When you got back to your room, you looked through the notifications you missed. Sure enough, there was an email in your inbox marked as urgent;
Internship Onboarding
Congratulations! You have been accepted into this year's Chamber of Commerce Internship Program.
Part 6
the train has left the station and it is going FAST
also I feel kinda weird bc like. if you've been around for his first series, then this isnt surprising, but I feel lowkey kinda weird just being like 'oh ya hes an elf and theres magic here and stuff' even though its in my modern fantasy setting, cause none of that was mentioned in part 1. but ill prob start sprinkling some of that in there. I just don't want it to be too jarring LOL but for those who don't know, Rennyn was initially an elf! And he still is. I just. forgot to mention it. Maybe ill go edit part 1 a bit.
CW/Tags: fatphobia/body shaming, bullying (well yeah), face slapping, slut-shaming, noncon, he calls you a bitch, kidnapping, drugging.
WC: 3.5K
We're taking a pretty hard turn today. It's time...for plot.
Original Rennyn Series - Other Stories in this Universe
You awoke inside a dark room, your vision hazy as your eyes slowly opened. You couldn’t remember how you got here, and your head ached, but the room was surprisingly spacious. You sat up, a large window covered by curtains that had been nailed to the wall. You barely managed to peer through a gap in the fabric, looking out onto the city skyline, the buildings appearing close enough to touch. The sun had set, yet the city was lit up bright.
Your hands pressed into the mattress, moving against soft sheets. The room smelled suspiciously clean, as if you were in a hotel room; were you?
You stood up, looking for your belongings. Your bag was nowhere to be found, nor your phone, but you were wearing the same clothes you had been before the advisory board meeting. You walked towards the door, and sure enough, the handle was locked.
The last thing you remembered was having sex with Rennyn in the meeting room, him getting you water, then getting in his car before waking up here, hours later. ‘Did he fucking drug me? He’s a dick, but is he actually that evil?’ Despite your circumstances, you weren’t afraid; just annoyed, as if this was another one of his antics meant to upset you.
You heard footsteps approach the door, then stop, voices muffled from outside.
“What have you told her so far?” Said an unknown, male voice.
“Nothing. Literally, nothing.” There he was. That was Rennyn’s voice, a voice you knew all too well at this point. “She doesn’t even know she got the fucking internship yet.”
Internship? What was he talking about? You had applied for a variety of internships over the summer, yet all you had heard back were rejections. The only ones you hadn’t heard back from were ones involving parliament, starting mid-semester due to scheduling. Given your track record with previous applications, you had assumed you’d be rejected from those as well. If you got into one…how would he know? And how would he know that you don’t know?
“And you’re positive she’ll cooperate?”
“She has to. She doesn’t have a choice.”
A quiet laugh, “good. Go ahead. Room is bugged, just take her straight back to school, and make sure she doesn’t know how she got back.”
“Got it.”
Never before had you heard him take orders so willingly. Whoever he was talking to had to be important. You heard the door handle start to turn, and you quickly sat back down on the bed. You hadn’t done anything wrong, yet you didn’t want him to know you had been eavesdropping.
“Hey,” he said nonchalantly as he shut the door behind him. He was dressed much nicer than before, wearing a collared shirt with rolled up sleeves, a suit vest overtop it. He always dressed nicely, but this was different.
“What the fuck is going on?!”
“Whoa, calm down,” he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Calm down? How the hell can I calm down when I passed out in your car, then woke up in some damn hotel room?”
“Yeah, hotel room, sure. I’m telling you to calm down because I have good news for you.”
“I don’t give a shit about anything you have to say until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”
His brow furrowed, starting to get frustrated. “Alright, you know what? I don’t have time for this.” He smacked you across the face harder than he ever had; hard enough to make your head spin as you fell back on the bed. “If you won’t shut up willingly, then we’ll do this instead.”
He straddled you, holding your neck down with one hand while undoing his belt with the other. You were so out of it from the force of his strike, your attempts at fighting back were futile. He grabbed both sides of your head, and before you knew it, he was using your mouth like a fleshlight.
“That’s better. Alright, now we can actually have a conversation,” he said as he moved your head back and forth, choking on his cock.
‘Oh my god, he’s actually just fucking evil. He’s actually a fucking lunatic.’
“So, where were we? That’s right, I had good news for you. Apparently, you applied for a shit ton of parliament internships. Bad news is you got rejected from most of them. Good news is you got into one, the one for the Chamber of Commerce. Arguably the most boring sounding one if you ask me, but,” he paused, stifling a soft moan as his cock slid down your throat as he spoke. “That’s better than nothing. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering how this all relates to why you’re here.”
‘Room is bugged,’ you recalled the man outside saying. Whoever he was talking to was listening to you, maybe even watching you, as Rennyn used your face with little care.
“Thing is, my dad has…an arrangement, with the head of the chamber. Problem is, he’s not making good on his side of the deal. So, you and I, we’re friends, right?” He thrusted deeper, the tip hitting the back of your throat. “I think at this point that’s a fair assumption to make, even if we have our…disagreements. So, what do friends do? They help each other. Now, you just…think that over,” he said as he started to thrust faster.
You could feel your eyes well with tears, struggling to breathe as he fucked into your mouth as if it were your pussy. “You know…you’re actually really pretty when you don’t speak. You should keep that up.”
‘I hate him, but I’m so fucking wet right now.’
He pulled out of you, quickly stroking his cock before cumming all over your face. He smirked, “even better.”
You immediately took the opportunity to catch your breath, your face wet and sticky with spit and cum. “What…what do you want me to do?”
“Easy. Just do your job. Gain the guy’s trust. Enough for him to give you things like passwords, spare keys, time alone in his office, tell us, or me, what he's working on. Shit like that,” he said as he caressed your face. “It’s incredibly easy. So much so that I have faith you won’t fuck it up. You can do that, right?”
You were silent, looking away from him for a moment. “What do I get for all this? What’s in it for me?”
He shrugged, “what do you want?”
“…anything?”
“Anything money can buy.”
You didn’t hesitate, “pay off my student loans.”
To your surprise, he just shrugged. “I’m sure that’s doable. Thanks for making this easy. You’ll get the email in a day or two, most likely,” he shrugged.
“How do you know all this?”
“Don’t worry about that,” he smiled, still petting your head absentmindedly.
“No, no I am going to worry about it, actually. You drugged me-”
“You don’t know that.”
“Okay, whatever. You somehow bring me to this unknown location, you tell me to spy on a government official, and you just, offer me a shit ton of money? And you want me to act like that’s normal?”
He let out a loud groan, “you know, most people don’t ask these kinds of questions once money’s involved.”
“Well, they should.”
“For a bitch with my cum on her face, you’re incredibly bold.”
“You call me a bitch all the time. But you don’t call me pretty often, I’ll remember that,” you said with a devious smile.
He scoffed, “when you’re not speaking. Don’t let it go to your head, you’re still gross.”
“You really should consider being nicer to me, you’re the one that needs me, from the sounds of it. What if I refuse to help you?”
He sat down, staring at you with a blank expression on his face. “Then I’ll kill you.” You paused, unsure what to say before he smiled once more. “You should see the look on your face,” he laughed under his breath. “You are smart though, I’ll give you that.”
“Just…” you sighed, the entire scenario so bizarre and absurd, rationalizing it was the only way to stay calm. “Okay, we’ve established we both need each other.”
“We don’t need you. There’s other ways, but…” he hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. “This was the easiest.”
“Fine. Then who is ‘we?’”
“My family, their business.”
“And that business is…?”
“Banking. If you’re so curious, my sister posts all kinds of shit online trying to show off, look it up yourself.”
Admittedly, the answer made sense. Your immediate thought was something nefarious, but if his family owned a bank, it explained the wealth, and the potential scandals with government officials. Messy, but not necessarily illegal. Still, something didn't sit right with you.
“And how I got here?”
“Fine, I’ll give you that. I can’t let you know where we are, where we’re meeting.”
“Why?”
“Could be a liability. I figured you’d enjoy being passed out more than me just knocking you out like some freak. Any more questions?”
“No. I suppose that’s it.”
“Good. I have a party to get to, and this has already taken way longer than I thought it would,” he mumbled, standing up and moving to the bathroom. You heard the water start running, and he walked out with a warm washcloth, sitting back down in front of you and cleaning the cum off your face.
The gesture was somewhat intimate, the way he gently caressed your face as he cleaned you up, both of you silent. He stopped, looking back at you.
You broke the silence, “what party are you going to?”
“It’s not for school. It’s something else, with people my dad works with.”
“Oh? You know, you could bring me with. Save you some time then take me home afterwards.” You weren’t sure why you suggested such a thing; maybe you just wanted to see what he’d say.
“Yeah, no. I’m not being seen with you around these people.”
“Why not? It’s not school. Besides, I never said you had to take me as a date or anything like that,” you shrugged. “Just an idea.”
He thought it over, then let out a sigh. “Alright, fine. But there’s nothing between us, okay? I fuck you, I tolerate you, that’s it. You’re no better than a fleshlight to me.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Is what I’m wearing now okay?”
He looked you up and down, “it should be fine. You’re not trying to be one of the call girls.”
“The what?”
—
From how Rennyn described his family’s business, you expected something upscale, perhaps what a wealthy person would imagine business casual to be. You got something that was actually much more familiar to you.
You did eventually figure out you were in a hotel, a large one at that, with a nightclub attached. Still, the signage around the area was vague, the club underground, Rennyn taking you through all sorts of restricted areas to get there. If someone asked you where you were, you couldn’t give an answer.
The club itself smelled of sex, alcohol and drugs, similar to that of your college parties. However, there was a somewhat more mature undertone to it; no one was binge drinking, people knew their limits, and there was just as much actual conversation happening as there was debauchery; sometimes, those were simultaneous, with men in suits having engaging discussions while naked individuals sat on their laps, or partaking in illegal drugs while negotiating.
Immediately, you were insecure. ‘Fuck, what was I thinking? This was a bad idea.’
Rennyn looked back at you, “well, there you have it. Don’t do anything stupid, I have some people I need to talk to. See ya.”
Before you could say anything more, he walked away, leaving you in the dust.
‘What an asshole. Still, he’s not my boyfriend, I don’t need to be attached at the hip to him or anything like that. I just wanted to try something new.’
You wandered through the room, eventually getting a drink. You looked across the room, trying to figure out what to do. Eventually, you came across Rennyn again; he was sitting in the back of the room, with a woman on his lap. Your eyes met for just a moment, and he smirked at you, quickly flipping you off before turning his attention back to the woman grinding on top of him.
You hated to admit it, but it hurt. Why did it hurt? You knew he was a dick, you knew he was sleazy, this should be expected. Yet you couldn’t help but wish that was you on his lap. Why? He had forced you down on his cock earlier, and now you were upset he was touching someone else.
You looked towards the rest of the room, seeing two gentlemen talking while sitting on a leather couch. They were older, yet still quite attractive, and didn’t seem interested in the call girls waltzing around the room.
‘Two can play at this game, asshole.’
You took a deep breath, mustered up all the confidence you could, and walked over to the couch, sitting down on the other side of it. They quickly took notice of you, turning their heads. They said something to each other, but you couldn’t make out what it was, the music far too loud.
One of them stood up and walked over to you, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. “Now…what is a beautiful young lady such as yourself doing sitting here alone?”
You shrugged, the attention addictive. “Oh, well…my friend ditched me, so I thought I’d try to make new friends,” you said coyly
He nodded his head, “And who’s your friend?”
“Him,” you pointed over to Rennyn.
He looked in his direction, seemingly somewhat surprised before letting out a quiet chuckle under his breath. “I see.” He sat down next to you, “that’s a shame, you know.” He put a warm hand on top of your knee. He leaned in closer, whispering in your ear, his breath smelling of cigar smoke. “You’re far too gorgeous for a boy like him.”
You looked away, your cheeks warm, “oh, well…thank you, sir.”
“And you’re polite too. How foolish of him to let you go. You know, if I’m being honest, you’re far more eye-catching than most of the girls wandering around.”
“Oh, you’re just saying that,” you teased.
He smiled, “quite the opposite. Take a look at the people around you. They’re all different, yet…they all move the same way, choreographed to do and say what they think we’ll enjoy.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling slightly to invite you to sit on his lap. You moved on top of him, feeling his hard cock underneath you, pressing against your panties. “I don’t fault them for it. They’re just doing their jobs after all, but I know what they’ll do.”
The more he spoke, the more you felt as if his voice was familiar; you just couldn’t place where you had heard it before. He hands trailed under your shirt, “you however, I have no idea what you’ll do. You’re a mystery.” He reached up, grabbing your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “A mystery I’d like to solve.”
You couldn’t help but grind against his cock, leaning into his hands. You were starting to get wet, the fabric thin as you felt your cunt rub against his cock; knowing you were likely being watched made it even more exhilarating. He started to roll his hips against your movements, his hands trailing down your body, reaching forward.
“Why don’t we get these out of the way,” he said, tugging on your skirt and the waistband of your panties.
“Yes sir,” you nodded. You weren’t sure why you addressed him that way, but it felt natural. You stood up, pulling them down and letting them fall to the ground.
“Perfect, good girl.” He placed both hands on your ass, groping and playing with it. “Be a doll and bend over for me.”
You did as he said, and before you knew it you could feel his warm tongue on your pussy. His movements were slow, his entire tongue dragging across your clit as he played with your pussy. You weren’t sure what all he was doing with his tongue, but God did it feel good.
He pulled away, and you could hear the sound of a belt coming undone, him pulling his cock out. “Now,” he placed his hands on your ass once more. “Why don’t you take a seat, and relax,” he cooed as he guided you down onto his cock.
You could feel it stretching you out, but he moved you slowly, giving you enough time to adjust as you took each inch. You could feel his cock deep inside you, yet he kept you still once you took all of it.
He let out a sigh, as if relaxing. “Feel good?”
You nodded, “yeah.”
He spanked you on the ass; not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to sting. “Try that again, sweetheart.”
‘Ah, so it's like that.’
“Yes sir.”
He started to move slowly, his hands on your hips as you felt him thrust in and out. “Much better.”
Even if he was fucking you at a party, surrounded by people, smoke lingering in the air, it felt strangely…intimate? Your only experience with sex was with Rennyn, and even though you didn’t have much else to compare it to, you figured his way of doing things wasn’t the standard.
He grabbed your breasts once more, quickening his pace. “Your pussy feels as good as it looks,” he said before letting out a soft grunt. This man was old enough to be your father, but fuck did he make you feel good. He reached his hand over, rubbing your clit as you rode on top of him. You let out a squeal, clearly amusing him. “Oh, she’s sensitive.”
“Just…” you let out another moan, “it feels really good.”
“What? When I do this?” He moved his hand faster, and you felt your pussy tightening against him.
Your face grew warm, your body starting to shake, “yes! That! Fuck, I…I don’t want to make a mess, please-”
“Oh, you make as much of a mess as you want, baby girl. This place belongs to me.”
‘Oh, damn.’
You leaned back further onto his cock, and he lifted your legs up with ease. He had you in a full nelson, your pussy on display for anyone to see as his cock fucked into you. Including Rennyn.
You looked over as the man used you, and spotted Rennyn in the same spot as before, still making out with some girl. Your eyes met, and immediately he got up, abandoning whoever he was with.
He looked pissed. Furious, even. You weren’t sure if there even was an adequate word to describe how infuriated he looked. You simply smiled and stuck your tongue out, childishly taunting him.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt him move even faster, pounding into you. He hit your g-spot over, and over, and over again, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You tossed your head back, letting out a loud moan. He pulled his cock out, rubbing your clit as you squirted all over the floor, only now noticing how much attention you had drawn; and how many were rubbing their own cocks to the sight of you.
It felt straight from a porno, the way he slapped his fat cock against your dripping wet pussy. You watched as he came all over you, still catching your breath as the lips of your pussy were coated with cum.
Rennyn marched over, visibly angry, yet silent.
The man must’ve noticed where your attention was, as he too looked over in Rennyn’s direction for a brief moment. He then leaned over and kissed you, tasting your own pussy on his lips. “You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?”
You grinned, “so I’ve been told.” Your confidence had never been higher. You slowly stood up, and he grabbed your hands, helping you to your feet. Your legs were almost numb. To your surprise, the man even reached down and pulled your skirt and panties back up your legs, his cum staining your underwear.
He cleaned himself up, gently rubbing your arm. “Alright, doll. Unfortunately, I have other business I need to attend to, but…good luck with your internship. I’m sure you’ll do great.”
“Thanks,” you responded reflexively.
‘Wait a second. How does he know that?’
The man walked away and left, a few other men in suits following him. As soon as he was gone, Rennyn approached you.
“What the FUCK is wrong with you?!”
“No, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You pointed at him, poking his chest. “You’re the one who told me I’m nothing to you, that’s making out with strangers, so why do you give a shit if I fuck some guy at a party?!”
“I give a shit because you just fucked my dad, you idiot!”
Shit.
Part 5
say it with me yall. when he goes low, WE GO LOWER!!!
So, way back before I started this blog, I thought mafia stories were kinda silly. Then I got a request for one, and started writing it while watching Breaking Bad, and that's when I was like hey...this could be kinda cool.
Well, now we know where Rennyn's attitude comes from. Bro is part of the fucking mob, and through a convenient coincidence, reader can help him and his family. And fuck his dad.
Is this a gateway to get people potentially interested in my other stories in this universe? yes. Is this also a gateway to allow Rennyn in this universe to do more fucked up shit? also yes. Is this a way to get myself to do more worldbuilding for ronan's story? yesx3. There's a lot of fun stuff I have planned for this dude, and I'm excited, especially considering his original story i had NO IDEA what to do plotwise. now im plotting all over the place.
Thank you for reading!
also these anons . i see you. your time is coming.
We're taking a turn. As mentioned before, I had another OC that did some pretty crazy stuff, and I didn't think I could find a place for him in my new modern setting. Well, I did.
If you're not into darker themes such as intox and kidnapping, consider the story finished at the first line break. If you are, then read on :D
CW for fatphobia/body shaming, bullying (well yeah), dubcon, mentions of breeding/bd/sm, unhealthy bd/sm dynamic, face slapping, slut-shaming, intox, kidnapping
Original Rennyn Series - Other Stories in this Universe
WC: 2.8k
You sat on your hands and knees, your face pressed into the pillow as you felt him roughly fuck into you. Both of his hands gripped your hips as you felt his balls slap against your cunt, fucking his cum deeper into you.
It was almost animalistic, the way he fucked you. You felt an ecstasy like no other, your tits and ass shaking with each thrust. At first, you were hesitant to keep going; he had already cum in you once, was the pleasure worth the risk?
Yes. Yes it was.
Your body surrendered itself to him, and even if it was frustrating, you couldn’t help but want more. When your body gave in, your mind followed, letting him use you however he pleased.
He pulled his cock out of you, your pussy aching, needing to be filled. Thankfully, he didn’t keep you waiting long. He pushed you onto your back, moving your legs upward, “say thank you,” he directed under his breath. “Say thank you for my cock.”
“Thank you, thank you for your cock,” you moaned. He slapped his wet cock against your pussy, and held your legs apart before he thrust back inside you.
“That’s right, take it,” he said before smacking you across the face. You felt him hit your g-spot, unsure how much more you could take as he pulled you closer onto his cock.
“Cum for me, you’re close, I feel it,” he leaned forward and choked you, keeping his pace. “Show me how much you love my cock,” he smiled. “Hear how wet you are? That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
You felt yourself growing warm, your body shaking. You felt a need for release unlike any other; you tried to speak up and say something, but his hands around your neck kept you from talking. You couldn’t hold back, letting out a whimper as you pushed his cock out of you, squirting all over him.
He let go of your neck, and you started to panic, unable to hide your embarrassment. You hadn’t ever done that before, surely he’d have something to say. Yet all he did was rub his cock on your clit, listening to you catch your breath. He slapped his cock against your cunt again, your juices splashing onto your inner thighs. He looked up at you, noticing your expression “come on, don’t tell me you’ve ’never done that before’,” he teased.
“I…I haven’t, honest. I’m sorry, I-”
Before you could say anymore he leaned forward, licking your pussy and sucking on your clit. He ran his tongue up and down to taste you, your pussy muffling his moans. He got back up, wiping your juices off his face. He teased you with his cock again, “you know, I believe you. This pussy belongs to me,” he pushed inside once more, this time moving much slower. “It’s not your pussy anymore, it’s mine,” he said with forceful thrust, punctuating his words. “I can fuck it whenever I want. I can cum in it whenever I want. Understand?”
You nodded your head, desperate for him to go faster, hardly comprehending his words. “Yes! Yes!”
“Glad we understand each other,” he smiled, quickening his pace. You could tell by his fast breaths he was close, your pussy even warmer and tighter than before. He rubbed his thumb over your clit, eager to see you squirt for him once more. The extra stimulation made it impossible to resist, and you gave in, letting your body do as it pleased. You climaxed, your entire body shaking as you covered his stomach with your juices, whimpering and moaning as your clit went numb.
He kept fucking into you as you came, but you eventually forced his cock out again, cumming onto your belly rather than inside you.
He looked down at you, your eyes glazed over, your body sticky and wet with his cum and yours. He ran his fingers along your stomach, covering them with his cum. “How unfortunate,” he sighed. Still, he looked content; perhaps your rendezvous was finally coming to an end for the night. He stood up, stretched before walking to the closet and tossing you a towel. “Here. Best we can do until everyone is gone, although that might not be for awhile.” He said as he started to clean himself up. He was far from affectionate, but offering you a towel was still an improvement from leaving you here alone.
You couldn’t help but wonder; why was he in his room, jacking off alone as the party continued? “You don’t plan on enjoying the party?”
He didn’t even look back at you. “No.”
“Funny, you said I was a loser for not going to parties, yet here you are,” you teased.
He turned around, shooting you an annoyed glare. “Shut up. I go to parties, I’m just not going to this one,” he spat. “Besides, you’re a loser for plenty of other reasons, don’t start thinking you’re special,” he said as he sat back down on the bed.
“Why not this one?”
“Well, you had the displeasure of meeting my sister earlier. Frankly, I do a lot of stupid shit. Not only do I not wanna interact with her, but I also don’t want whatever dumb shit I do to get posted on every social media platform out there. I suppose both of us have reputations to uphold,” he shrugged. “I need to appear poised and professional, and she needs to appear as some bubbly influencer.”
“Makes sense.” You had already heard far too many warnings about being careful about what you posted on social media. Yet most in the party didn’t seem to care.
He smiled, “you know, it’s funny. Someone posting showing her tits or getting wasted wouldn’t get her in trouble, but posting her being a bitch to you? That could be interesting. So much for her facade of being down to earth and relatable,” he sighed, looking back towards the door. “This sucks,” he mumbled before laying back down. “I’ll be honest, I don’t really do the whole pillow talk thing, and I don’t fucking like you.”
You rolled your eyes, “yet here we are. Would it really be so bad to walk across the hallway to the bathroom?”
“Uh, yeah. If anyone learns I’m sleeping with you, my reputation is ruined.”
“Oh no,” you said sarcastically, laughing. “However will you recover?”
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t, probably.”
“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you asked me to sleep with you again.”
He looked back towards you with a glare, “hey, you’re the one who ran in my room. If anything, I could’ve just kicked you out.”
“But you didn’t,” you smiled. When he wasn’t terrorizing you, making him mad was starting to be quite entertaining. “I wonder why?”
He scowled, “because I’m a nice person.”
“Oh really? Is that so?”
“Well, I’m fucking you, aren’t I? I’m taking pity on you, I’m taking one for the team.”
“What team? You and your ego? How kind you are, making such a brave sacrifice to stick your dick in me.”
“No one else wanted to, ever wonder why?”
“‘Because I’m so fat and disgusting,’” you said in a mocking tone. “Come on, get a new line.”
“Well there’s that, and it’s that smart mouth of yours no one likes.”
You shrugged, “you seemed to enjoy it just fine earlier.”
He let out another dramatic groan, “you’re so fucking insufferable.”
To his surprise, you moved on top of him, looking down at his face. “Maybe so. But…I think you’re a liar.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” His hands started to wander towards your hips despite his earlier statements.
“I don’t think you actually think I’m as ugly and disgusting as you say you do. I think you like me a lot more than you wanna admit,” you said as you leaned forward.
“Please, don’t flatter yourself,” he once again averted his eyes.
“Oh come on, we’re trapped in here for the night. What would be more interesting? Just bullying me like usual, or pretending you actually like me for a change?”
He looked furious, his patience running thin with your teasing. He pulled your face against his, feeling his tongue as he kissed you ravenously. “Let’s do both,” he said between kisses. “I’ll kiss you, I’ll hold you, but I’ll still call you my bitch.”
You smiled, happily returning his kisses. “That’s fine.” Perhaps you’d see a softer side to him after all.
He seemed almost neutral towards you now. He’d listen when he spoke your opinion, he didn’t give you rude glares. Maybe the night you spent in his arms had left him a bit more empathetic.
Even before his change in behavior, he was never too much of an asshole at Advisory Council meetings. He’d argue, he’d be overly detail-oriented, and he’d point out mistakes; yet he’d never attack someone personally the way he had you. Now though, he seemed much more level headed.
He stood by the door, saying a few words before the last member left. The door shut, and you watched his smile fade away, annoyance taking its place. “God, this is the most annoying time of year.”
In a few weeks it would be time for the first festival of the year, an event the Advisory Council was tasked with organizing. It was a difficult undertaking; not only was it your first year in this role, but you hadn’t been to any of the festivals last year either. You were assisting in the planning of an event you knew nothing about. Q
You kept typing, your focus on the screen rather than him. “You’re not excited? I thought you’d love something like that, I’m sure people would be falling over to get a chance to go with you.”
He leaned against the table in front of you. “Oh, I’m not actually going to go.”
You finally looked up, confused. “Why?”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t, but don’t you think it’ll look odd that the President of the Council won’t be in attendance?”
He sighed, “I’m sure it will. But, it’s not my choice. I have plans with my family. They’re trying to set me up with someone.”
You didn’t care. It didn’t bother you at all. Why would it? You hated him after all. Was his family really that prestigious, that he’d have a marriage organized for him? You didn’t know, but it certainly didn’t bother you. Definitely not.
He noted your silence, smirking. “What, jealous?”
“No, far from it,” you mumbled quickly. “I’d rather die than spend the rest of my life with someone I hate.”
“Who’s to say I’ll hate her? It almost sounds like you’re projecting.”
“Not at all. I’d take being happy and alone over being miserable with a partner any day.”
“Hmm…you know, I’m not convinced.” He moved next to you, placing a hand on your neck. “I think,” he started to undo his belt with his other hand. “I think you’re just terrified at the idea of not being able to take my cock anymore.”
You started to panic. ‘Here? Now?’ You pulled away, “I don’t think this is a good idea, someone could walk in-”
He tightened his grip, keeping you close to him. “That’s the fun of it, right?” He pulled out his hard cock, pushing it towards your face. “Come on, you know you want it,” he grinned. “You haven’t forgotten, have you? You belong to me. Now open up.”
He pressed the tip of his cock to your cheek, and you conceded, opening your mouth and letting him push inside, still glancing towards the door as he started to fuck your face. “Good girl,” he moaned, petting your head. “You’re so good at being my plaything,” he moved faster, the sounds of you choking on his cock echoing through the large meeting room.
He pulled out of your mouth, lightly smacking the side of your face, “bend over the table.”
You looked at the door once more. The first time was risky, but nothing like this. The door wasn’t locked, anyone could walk in. Wasn’t he worried about that prospect? About his precious reputation? “Seriously, I really don’t think-”
You were interrupted by another smack to your face, this one harder than any other time he had smacked you. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Did you forget already? It’s only been a few days.”
He pulled you up, moving your body and pushing you onto the table. He spread your legs, moving your panties to the side as he teased the outside of your pussy, rubbing his cock against your lips. “This is mine. Mine to use whenever I want. If you’re so worried about someone walking in, you’ll shut up and let me fuck you, then we’ll be done.”
You conceded far too quickly, but you were more afraid of being caught than you were of him. “Alright, fine, fine, whatever!” You said, spreading your legs a little further. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then fuck me!”
He gave no warning, thrusting his entire length inside you. He pulled your hands back, your entire body bouncing from his cock. Other than his aggressive moans, he was quiet. No dirty talk. No degradation. Just fucking you. It was almost uncanny, but you didn’t complain.You let out a moan, feeling his cock hit your g-spot as your ass bounced against him. You could barely make out his words as he mumbled under his breath.
“Need to…learn…your place.”
He pressed his hand against your neck, keeping you firmly planted on the table as he used you. “You think you’re cute, don’t you? With your little attitude?” His thrusts shook your entire body, the intensity bruising your cervix. “You think…you think we’re on the same level. We’re not.” He leaned down close to your ear, “I was too fucking nice to you, and now you think you can talk to me like that. Give a bitch an inch, she takes a mile,” he said as he continued to thrust into you. “You think just because I’ve fucked you you’re in my league? No.” He gripped onto your sides, your juices leaking out onto the floor. “Far from it. You’re just a step above a fleshlight.”
He let out another moan, cumming deep inside you. He stopped, catching his breath as he looked down at you. You laid on the table as you felt his seed start to drip down your legs, too worn out to care. He moved your panties back into place, “there. That wasn’t too bad, was it?”
You were still exhausted, still resting your head on the table. “You…you’re fucking crazy, you know that?”
He smiled, “oh, I’m well aware.” He leaned down and kissed your neck, “I’ll be right back,” he said as he put himself back together.
“Wait,” you pushed yourself up. “Where are you going?”
“Well, I was going to get you some water, but if you’d rather I not-”
“No, I mean yes, thanks, I just…” you didn’t want to move, your body almost locked into place. “Yes please. Thanks,” you mumbled.
“Look at you, saying please and thank you,” he walked towards the door. “Maybe you’re not hopeless after all?”
“What?” Before you could further question what he meant, he was gone; presumably to grab you a bottle of water from the vending machine. You slowly lifted yourself off the table, only to sit right back down.
He walked back inside, handing you a bottle of water. “Thanks,” you said as you unscrewed the cap, the room quiet as you drank some of the water.
He sat down in front of you. “I can give you a ride back if you want. Seems I might’ve lost control,” he grinned.
You looked out the window, rain just starting to fall. He was an ass, but admittedly the idea of walking all the way back to your apartment in the rain was unappealing. “Sure,” you said softly, standing up and grabbing your things. “Let’s…let’s go.”
“You alright?” He asked as he walked beside you.
“Yeah, I just…” you couldn’t think straight, your head starting to ache. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”
He said nothing, and you followed him outside the building. You only now realized you hadn’t ever seen his car before; it was certainly nicer than anything you could afford.
You stepped inside, and your headache only got worse. You felt as if you could fall asleep at any second. He started to drive away, looking back at you every so often. Your eyelids started to grow heavy.
Something wasn’t right.
“Just relax,” he said as you looked out the window in a daze. “You’ve earned some rest.”
Before you could protest, the world went black.
ALRIGHT WE'RE SO BACK
So, for those unaware, kinda mentioned this at the beginning but didn't want to clog up the intro too much. Rennyn was one of my OC's that was literally my dumping ground for every fucked up kink I had. Like, he fucks you while covered in the blood of a man he just murdered type fucked up. I've been getting really into this modern fantasy setting I've been cultivating, and I just couldn't find a place for him there I thought.
That's what I remembered; bitch, you literally have a mafia au in this setting. SURELY there can't be just one crime family, right? Surely not. And what would enable him to do fucked up shit that we love to see? That! So that's where we're headed. If that's not your jam, then that's totally cool and valid, and you can consider the story finished after the first cut 👍
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So, I spent the whole damn weekend thinking about this; The chubby reader is harassed by a popular girl from college, you know, after a party the reader ends up sleeping with a rather rude guy who doesn't want to let her go and coincidentally is the older brother of the reader's bully (I hope you understand, English is not my mother tongue and the translator is my only friend at the moment)
OOOO YOURE COOKING
I think I see. So reader is tormented by the bully’s older sister? That’s rich; being a dick runs in the family. I’m here for this.
I’ve also now decided he’s just. Rennyn 2. Electric boogaloo. I don’t have ideas to continue the old story for him, but I love him, so he’s here now. Perhaps a society with more laws and strictures will keep him from being a colossal asshole. Perhaps not.
Bully X Chubby Reader Part 2
Part 1
CW for fatphobia/body shaming, bullying (well yeah), dubcon, mentions of breeding/bd/sm, unhealthy bd/sm dynamic, face slapping, slut-shaming
I did not proofread this, so apologies for any errors! Will prob go back and fix them later but I hyperfixated on this and oh my god I'm fucking starving I need to leave my PC
WC: 2.8k
“And what would you be doing instead? Going to a party? Hanging out with a boy?” He said sarcastically. “I don’t think so.”
You were determined to prove him wrong. Sure. The sex was…fine. It was fine. Maybe you came once or twice, but it wasn’t spectacular; at least, that’s what you told yourself.
You had snagged an invite to a party from one of the sorority girls on the advisory board, Stacy. She was sweet, down to earth, and looked quite similar to you. You figured if she could have a good time in a sorority, you’d enjoy the party. Besides, the guy you slept with wasn’t even in a fraternity. Maybe the fraternity guys here actually followed the rules the university set.
The music was so loud you could feel it, the bass reverberating in your head as the smell of marijuana flooded the air. You looked around the room, trying to find the girl that had given you the invite, but the room was so dimly lit you could hardly see in front of you.
It hit you that you had no idea what to do, wearing a plaid skirt shorter than usual with a tight t-shirt; the sluttiest outfit you could come up with. You never thought you’d make it this far, and now sitting on the frat house couch, you were clueless. Even worse, you came alone; finding Stacy was a lost cause the moment you stepped through the door.
‘Maybe I should just go, this was a bad idea,’ you thought. You stood up to leave, the room so dark you could hardly see where you were going. You bumped into someone, feeling something cold hit your chest before the sound of a woman shrieking rang out.
“Fuck, watch where you’re going!”
You panicked, “shit, I’m sorry, I-”
She looked you up and down, “who the fuck invited you anyway?”
“Stacy, I’m on the advisory board with her.” You’d be apologetic towards spilling her drink, but you wouldn’t cower to her so quickly.
“She must not be very good at her job then. I’d ‘advise’ her to pick hotter girls to invite. Unless you’re here for the pig roast,” she laughed.
“I-the what?”
She turned to one of her friends, letting out a gasp. “She doesn’t know! How cute. Did you seriously think someone would invite a fat whore like you because they like you? Because they think you’re sweet? That you’re friends? No babe,” she shook her head, taking a sip of whatever was left in the red solo cup. “You’re the night’s entertainment. Have fun being on someone’s scorecard, fatass.”
You couldn’t come up with a retort, ‘don’t just stand there!’ You thought to yourself. You weren’t going to let her make you look like a fool. On one hand, you didn’t want to stoop to her level; perhaps something in her life had gone so horribly wrong that berating you would be the highlight of her year. On the other…
“At least I could make it onto someone’s score card. Not sure you could do the same,” you smiled. ‘This is bad, but…fight fire with fire, I guess,’ you thought.
Her eyes widened in shock; had no one stood up to her before? “The fuck are you trying to say? I could have any guy in here I want, easily.”
“Really? Is that so?” You kept goading her, your confidence only growing.
“Of course I could. Unlike you, I have something to offer. Guys only sleep with you to win bets. Boys fuck me because they like me, not because they pity me.”
“And what about you is there to like? Because it definitely isn’t your charming personality,” you spat.
She laughed, “oh, she’s angry! How cute! What are you going to do, sit on me?”
You smacked her across the face.
Never before in your life had you hit someone like that. In fact, never before had you hit anyone. She staggered backwards, gasps evoked from the crowd.
“You…You fat fucking cunt!” She lunged towards you, but was too intoxicated to strike.
You panicked, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. You had to get out of here, this was bad. The door out was behind her, there was no way you’d get past her and her friends. You quickly turned around and ran towards the stairs, wanting to get as far away from the party as possible.
No one had stood up for you, but thankfully no one stood up for her either, everyone nearby just watching the situation unfold as she ran after you. You wasted no time looking back, running into a nearby bedroom once you climbed the stairs. You locked the door behind you, hearing her almost immediately start banging on the door.
“I know you’re in there, bitch! Open the fucking door!”
You said nothing, taking a moment just to catch your breath. ‘Holy fuck, this was an awful idea, I’m so fucked, I’m so, so fucked.’
“Damn, you pissed her off,” said a voice that was all too recognizable.
There, lounging on the bed, was the man who fucked tormented you last week. The night had gone from bad to worse.
“I-I…the fuck are you doing here?”
“Uh, I live here, dumbass? What are you doing here?”
“A friend invited me. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about, with these stupid parties.”
“Well, clearly you don’t think they’re that stupid,” he said as he got up, the girl still banging on the door. “Because you already made a friend. Good work, Ms. Social Butterfly.”
“Do…do you know her?”
“Unfortunately,” he scoffed before walking closer. “Here, move,” he said as he motioned you away from the door, taking your place as he leaned against it. “What’s your fuckin’ problem?” He asked through the door.
“You bitch! She hit me!”
“Okay, and? Did you hit her back?”
“Ugh, you are such an asshole!”
“I’m gonna take that as a no.”
“Let me in, so I can rip her fucking throat out!”
He turned back to face you, “oh, she’s mad mad. You owe me for this.”
“Okay fine, whatever, just…get her to go away!”
He smiled, “say please.”
You rolled your eyes, “please get her to go away!”
“Okay, you convinced me,” he turned back to the door. “Your problems aren’t my problems,” he said to the girl on the other side of the door. “So tough shit. Don’t involve me in your weird girl drama.”
“You’re a dick!”
“And you’re a cunt, but I’m sure you’ve heard that already tonight.” She let out another frustrated groan, followed by the sound of footsteps walking away. “There. You’re welcome.”
“Thank you,” you nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “I…do you actually live here?”
“No, I just sleep and jack off in random bedrooms for fun. Yes, dipshit, I live here. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked again.”
You looked around the room, and sure enough, a muted porn scene was playing on the TV. Was he actually jacking off when you bolted inside? You were in such a panic you couldn’t remember.
“Sorry, if I was uh…interrupting,” you mumbled, awkwardly looking away.
“Well, if you’re really sorry,” he said as he grabbed your hand, placing it over his half hard cock. “Then you’ll help me.”
‘No, I am not doing this again,’ you tried to keep your eyes averted from him as he moved his hand back and forth. “I thought I was just a fat bitch?”
“Doesn’t mean you weren’t tight,” he moved closer, leaning into kiss you. “I don’t have to like you to wanna fuck you,” he whispered before pushing his lips against yours. Not even when he bent you over and fucked you in the library did he kiss you, the taste of alcohol on his lips.
You tried to push him away, but he had you pinned against the door, holding your wrists. “Come on, help me out. You owe me,” he kissed you again.
“No, I…I really should go, I’ve caused enough trouble-”
“Sure have. But if you wanna walk back out there and let my sister eat you alive, that’s your choice. I wouldn’t recommend it, though.”
His sister? The girl you had pissed off was his sister. Somehow, that made things feel ten times worse. “I see being a dick runs in your family,” you mumbled.
“Sure does. Now,” he grabbed you tighter, pulling your body against his chest. “Come sit with me,” he said as he pulled his now hard cock out from his sweatpants, rubbing it against your thigh. “I’m sure you could use a little relief after all that.”
You let out a sigh, letting him lead you to the bed. He sat down, and you sat next to him, watching him stroke his cock as the video played on the screen once more. It was a girl getting gangbanged, lying on a table with her legs spread as cocks filled her mouth, her pussy, her hands, and her ass.
“I’ll even sweeten the deal,” he said, moving your hand to his cock while he started to reach under your skirt, running his hand over your panties. “You know I can make you feel good. You just sit there and stroke me off,” he said as he spread your legs a little further. You could feel his fingers move over your clit, rubbing little circles as you slowly started to move your hand back and forth on his cock, looking back at the screen.
“You ever do anything like that? Get fucked by a ton of guys at once?”
“N-No,” you mumbled, starting to get wet as he kept playing with your covered clit.
“You should try it. It’d suit you,” he said as he pulled your panties to the side, rubbing your pussy directly. “Oh, you’re totally thinking about it,” he smiled.
“I mean, yeah, it’s right there.”
“I could see you enjoying it,” he pushed two fingers inside. “I think you like being used.”
You moved your hand faster, “that’s not true.”
He moved his fingers in and out, “it definitely is. You let me use you for your first time,” he said in a soft moan. “I own this pussy.”
You let out a whimper, “no, no, you definitely don’t,” still refusing to give in.
“Oh yeah? Who else have you let fuck you?” He curled his fingers, moving quicker as he hit your g-spot.
You let out a moan, “no one, I haven’t fucked anyone else!”
“That’s what I thought. No other cock can please you like mine can. I bet if I locked you in here, tied you up, just left you here to fuck whenever I pleased…no one would even notice you were gone.”
The idea was more alluring than you’d care to admit, letting out another moan, gripping his cock tighter.
“Oh, you like that? You like the idea of being my breeding bitch?” He leaned closer, getting even deeper, your wet pussy leaking onto his hand.
“Yes!” You said without thinking, your breath going heavy, your pussy tightening around his fingers.
“That’s right, good girl,” he cooed, “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t move. I don’t care if you pass out, I’m just gonna keep using you until I’m finished. Look at the girl on the screen.”
You were so close you couldn’t keep up with jerking him off, watching as the girl on the screen was covered with loads of thick white cum.
“That’s how I’m gonna leave you. That’s the only time you look good, covered in cum.”
You couldn’t help yourself anymore, throwing your head back and crying out in pleasure as you came all over his fingers. He didn’t wait for you to finish, getting on his knees and pulling your head onto his cock. You were so lost in your orgasm you didn’t question it, opening your mouth for him to use.
“Keep touching yourself, ride it out while my cock’s in your mouth,” he said as he thrusted inside your throat, holding the sides of your head as you came.
You moaned all over his cock, quickly moving your hand back to your pussy. You were in such ecstasy, you couldn't stand to have your pussy untouched, fingering yourself quickly. You quickly coated him in your thick spit, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat.
He let go of his hands, but you kept going, sucking his cock diligently. You weren't sure why, but something about sucking a thick cock while pleasuring yourself felt much sexier than just masturbating on your own.
"Look at you. I didn't even need to say anything. You just keep going," he pulled out of you, tilting your chin up to force you to look at him. He watched as you caught your breath, exasperated. He stared into your eyes, watching your body move up and down, your tongue hanging out from your mouth, your face covered in spit.
It angered him, how much he wanted to fuck you. He shouldn't be giving you the time of day; he was the student president, tall, athletic, attractive, smart, accomplished; the type of guy universities would love to use as examples of how not all fraternities are bad. He was light years out of your league, but the way you looked at him drove him insane.
He smacked you across the face, the force pushing you back onto the bed. He pulled your skirt and panties away, he needed you. In his mind, you had teased him for too long. He pushed your legs apart, "just...who do you think you are?" He leaned forward, grabbing your throat as he lined his cock up with your dripping wet cunt, thrusting inside and letting out a loud moan as he felt your tight pussy around him, the sensation he had been craving in secret ever since he left you in the library. "You come into my fucking room, dressed like that, and you expect me not to fuck you?"
You could barely breathe, feeling the tears start to well and you let out whimpers, begging for air. He slammed into you, his cock hitting your g-spot. He finally let go, and you took several deep breaths, coughing and moaning as he fucked you.
"Come on, I didn't even choke you that hard," he said, smacking your face again. The tears fell down your face, the mascara coming off with it as black streaks covered your face. Your face stung, your throat sore, but fuck did his cock feel good, the feeling of being so full intoxicating.
Just when you were about to cum he pulled out of you, your pussy aching, your juices staining the bed. He moved onto his back, pulling you towards him. "Come on, ride me. Take your shirt off, show me your tits." You did as he said, getting on top of him and lowering yourself back down onto his cock. He smacked your ass, "God, you're so fucking wet." He gripped your sides, bouncing you on his cock as you tried to matching his movements. "That's right, I wanna feel that ass against me, fuck yeah," he moaned under his breath.
You established a steady pace, and he grabbed both your tits, squeezing your nipples. You let out another moan, a smirk on his face as he groped you. "Make me cum. Fuck yourself on my cock," he demanded.
You moved faster, pressing your hands against him to steady yourself as you rocked your hips back and forth. He moved his hands to your side, before one of them moved towards your clit. He started to rub little circles along your clit as you rode him, the extra stimulation making it hard for you to focus. "You better not cum before I do," he said as he smacked your ass once more with your free hand.
You moved faster, rolling your hips against him as you felt every inch inside you. You did your best to hold back, but as soon as you felt his cock twitch, you lost control, cumming all over his cock as you felt his warm cum shoot inside you.
He let out another loud moan, this time looking just as worn out as you were. He let out several slow, deep breaths, his head sinking into the pillow as he put his hands back on your hips. You moved off of him, your body covered in sweat, your inner thighs sticky as cum leaked out of you.
Both of you laid back on the bed in silence, both more than satisfied. It was different than last time, where he had left you alone when you could barely move. It seemed both of you were on equal footing this time, but you weren't sure how long that'd last.
He sat up, slowly stroking his cock as he looked back at you. "You didn't think I'd be done with you that soon, did you?"
Part 3
ive learned I have to be in a very specific mood to write this shit but when i do. raaAAAAAAH BARK BARK BARK
I'm going with the idea that it's not the exact same Rennyn I wrote before, but they're like, related, like he's bro's great-great-great- grandson or smth, as I feel like his personality's slightly different in this setting; he's a bit cockier while simultaneously not being as cruel, at least not off the bat.
Also, I think it'd be really funny if he was a half-elf. Like, part of Rennyn's dick-ishness came from the whole Elven superiority bit. This Rennyn? He's an asshole just for the love of the game. We'll see though. But yeah, he's some level of elf now. My thought though is if he's a half-elf, that's why reader didn't notice it off the bat, maybe his ears and other Elvish features aren't as obvious.
I'm also deciding now this is in the same universe as these stories. Do I have some ideas for a plot? Yeah. Will it be nearly as serious or high-stakes as the others? No. This will still remain mostly horny, but we'll still get school drama.
In regards to my other characters in the universe, it's my headcanon that Ezra fucking hates him. Actually despises this guy, does not know why so many people like him and why so many girls wanna ride his dick. Taleisin is afraid of him.
Callon met him at a party once and they hooked up before him and Alex were official. Might write that idk kinda wanna see this guy get really high and fuck a femboy power bottom in exchange for weed. we'll see! One day I'll indulge my intox kink...one day. Maybe here? idk!
Original Rennyn Series - Other Stories in this Universe- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3- Part 4 - Part 5- Part 6
CWs: Mentions of sexual abuse and human trafficking, M/M sex in the background, mentions of infidelity not relating to the reader.
Weeks and weeks passed with nothing of interest. Without the allure of espionage, it was simply a boring government job.
"I can't just make him slip up, Rennyn," you hissed on the phone as you waited for the bus; normally, Rennyn would've picked you up, but today work kept him busy; whatever that meant.
"No, but you can look a little harder! What happened to you being a try-hard? Get back in there and stay a little later,” he groaned.
"It's six-thirty Rennyn, seriously?"
"Yes. You go back in there, and you don't leave until he does. Got it?"
You let out an annoyed sigh, "fine, whatever."
You glanced out towards the street; sure enough, the bus was just coming into view, heading towards your stop. Home was so close, yet so far away as you turned around and quietly headed back into the office.
You had only been out for twenty minutes, but the office lights had already been turned off. The office was eerily quiet, the sound of every footstep feeling like an intrusion.
You walked towards your office, and as you approached, you began to hear…moaning?
God damn it. This is gonna be weird, isn’t it?
You looked closer, barely peering through the doorway. There, beside the desk, was your boss. Fucking someone.
The stranger looked about your age; blond, curly hair, slim, his face bright red as your boss fucked him. Yet you were wise enough to know his moans weren’t authentic, faux pleas of “fuck me daddy,” ringing hollow.
You watched them for a little longer than you'd care to admit, stunned by what you were witnessing. Only then did you remember why Rennyn ordered you back inside. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, double-checking it was on silent before dimming the brightness.
Then, you started filming them.
Thirty seconds would be more than enough, your palms sweaty as you struggled to keep the phone steady. You did your best to breathe slowly, not wanting to be heard.
Shit!
Your phone slipped through your hands, falling onto the hardwood floor with a crack.
They both paused, but you wasted no time checking to see if they noticed you. You snatched your phone off the ground, and ran back outside.
Cold air hit your face near immediately, a cacophony of noise surrounding the city streets. You moved away from the building into an alleyway before pulling your phone back out; a large crack now in the middle.
Fuck.
You sent the video to Rennyn, calling him as it uploaded. With each ring, you looked out at the sidewalk; ensuring no one was following you.
Rennyn didn't take long to answer, yet still sounded annoyed. "What?”
"I found something, I'm sending it to you. It’s… uh…are you around people?"
"The fuck does that matter? I-" he paused, mumbling his next words. "Oh, holy shit."
"Yeah, uh…can you come pick me up? Like, now? I don't wanna be here when they…finish."
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Rennyn held your phone as he laughed, the two of you sitting in his bedroom as he reviewed the footage. "Holy shit. You just got the blackmail material of the century."
"Yeah, there's…not really a positive way to spin that, I guess." You couldn't help but feel somewhat uncomfortable, nervously scratching your arm. "Are…are you gonna like, leak it?"
"No, are you fucking crazy?" He pointed back at the screen. "Do you know who that is?"
"…my boss?"
"No," he groaned. "The guy he's fucking."
You looked him over once more, nothing jogging your memory. "Nope."
"That, my friend, is Callon Vedrexa. Last name ring a bell?"
You had vaguely heard the surname in a few financial news columns. "Like Vedrexa Holdings? The people that own a bunch of casinos, right?"
"That, and the biggest drug empire in the country. Callon’s dad and his uncle own it. He's also Leona's best friend, which makes him a cunt by association. Basically...his family and mine have a...partnership going on, you could call it."
Your eyes narrowed. "Why's he fucking that guy then? If he comes from a powerful family, he’s not gonna be doing shit like that, right?”
"Could be the same thing we're doing, gathering intel. Maybe blondie’s his type.” He stopped the video. “But if we leak it like this, the alliance between my family and his family is fucked. I’ll bring it to my dad, and…well, I’m sure you can figure out what’ll happen next.”
You raised an eyebrow. “But you just said you couldn’t leak it like that.”
“Yeah, but the creep doesn’t need to know that,” Rennyn set his phone down, lying back on the bed. “Guys like this, just getting caught sometimes is enough to shake them. We may not even have to show him the video. And hey, friends can become enemies pretty fast in this business. The Vedrexa's start fucking up, then bam," he gestured to the phone. "Either way, this is a winning lottery ticket of material.” He looked up at you, a proud smile on his face. “Good work.”
You moved beside him, oddly pleased with yourself. So often, if you came to Rennyn’s room, it meant sex. You didn’t mind that fact. Yet the feeling of just sitting together on the bed in silence…in a strange way, you liked it.
“Rennyn?” You spoke up.
He stared up at the ceiling, looking almost lost in thought. “Yeah?”
“You okay? You’re all quiet.”
“I’m fine,” he rolled his eyes. “Just…thinking. That’s all.”
“Oh, that’s new,” you teased.
He smirked at you; not a frown, but a smirk. Was this how you got him to like you? By getting blackmail material on his family’s enemies?
Apparently so.
He moved on top of you, pinning your wrists to the bed. For a moment, he just stared, looking down at you with something you could almost describe as admiration.
It was weird.
“What are you doing?” You asked, feeling his breath on your lips.
“I don’t know. Just try not to think about it too hard.”
He leaned down to kiss you, his lips clashing against yours as you embraced. There was always a quickness to these moments, a feverish rush to get your clothes off, to fuck you, to devour you. Yet as minutes passed, he continued to kiss you, tongue dancing against yours. You could’ve stayed like this for hours.
When he finally pulled away, his face shifted, as if realizing something.
What the fuck is he thinking?
Before you could ponder the thought any longer, he grabbed you by your hips, roughly turning you onto your stomach.
“I can’t look at you,” he mumbled under his breath. “I can’t. But I just can’t help myself.”
Before you could question his statement, you felt him pull your skirt off, your underwear coming shortly after. You were already wet, but the sensation of his tongue on your clit made it impossible to think clearly.
That was one of the strangest things about Rennyn. He was undeniably selfish, undeniably violent; yet he ate you out like you were the center of his world, his tongue lapping at all the best places.
He held you tightly, spanking your ass when you started to squirm. “Quit it,” he mumbled between licks. “It’ll be better if you stay still.”
When you tried to lift your head up to look behind you, he paused, taken aback for just a moment before straightening his back and pushing your head into the pillow.
"Just like that," he purred as he lined his cock up with your cunt. "This..." he thrust inside you aggressively, the gentle touch from before clearly a thought of the past. "This is your best angle. By far."
Every time you turned to look at him, he pushed your face back down into the pillow. He held you tight, skin slapping against skin; there was no denying it felt incredible.
No matter how much he annoyed you, how cruel he could be, his cock always managed to hit you in all the right places.
Yet you weren’t sure why he wouldn’t look at you.
You simply went along, happy to be fucked, your cunt begging for more as you moaned into the pillow. He slowed his pace, and just barely, you could hear his voice.
“Fuck it.”
He pulled you onto your back once more, spreading your legs as he found his way back in between you. He pushed back inside you, leaning down to kiss you once more.
Instinctively, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, as close to him as physically possible. Never before had he fucked you so passionately, every kiss messier than the last. You ran your fingernails down his back, feeling yourself getting tighter.
“You’re close,” he rasped between breaths. “I can feel it. Cum with me.” A demand, yet his tone was softer than you were used to.
You nodded, unable to speak as he slammed against your g-spot, the space between your legs soaked. His moans grew louder and louder, and he pulled you into one last kiss before cumming inside you.
It was unlike any encounter you had ever had with him. Yet if his feelings for you truly had changed, he said nothing about it.
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When you went in to your internship the next morning, it was as if nothing had happened. The portrait of your boss’s grandson on his desk made you uneasy.
You thought back to Rennyn’s original proposition.
"Problem is, he’s not making good on his side of the deal."
What could that mean?
You still weren't entirely sure what Rennyn's family did. Nothing legal, that you were sure of. Yet there was a difference between white collar crime, and someone getting hurt.
You thought back to the boy from yesterday. For a moment, you felt bad for him; being from another crime family, there was no telling the things he had been asked to do. The boy being forced to use his body for information wasn't out of the question.
"He's also Leona's best friend, which makes him a cunt by association."
Selfishly, you felt a little less bad.
The day was slow, leaving your mind with plenty of time to wander. What had your boss done? How did Rennyn's family make their money?
You did what anyone would've done. You started looking shit up.
Nearly all the articles that appeared when you searched the name 'Arzell' were about his sister, Leona. A breakout model. An influencer with hundreds of brand deals. An aspiring recording artist.
And a huge bitch.
You kept scrolling, further and further, page after page. It was only when you got to the third page you found information about Rennyn's father's line of work. You already knew he owned several companies, including a small chain of luxury hotels.
His biggest source of income by far was a conglomerate listed as A.Z. Diagnostics and Lab Sciences.
You had seen the logo before. You'd struggle to find a person who hadn't. Anytime you needed your blood drawn, you were sent to an A.Z. Lab building. Pharmaceuticals, genetic testing, blood testing, medical devices; it seemed as if they did it all, with hundreds of labs across the country.
It was certainly legitimate. There were plenty of public documents to prove it.
Then why would Rennyn be so...weird?
You kept looking for information. There had to be something off. Eleven pages of results in, you found it.
Missing Man Found: Claims Kidnapping by A.Z. Scientist
You clicked the news article, greeted with a blurry video of a naked man running across the street. His body was nothing but skin and bones, covered in blood. You started to watch the news report.
"'They took me! They-they took me in the middle of the night, and-and I was...I was hooked up to this machine! They-they stole my blood. I know it. I-I was lightheaded, and I kept passing out, but I know! I know what they did! I'm not crazy!"
The article ended with a generic statement from the company, followed by an 'expert opinion' that the man was simply having a mental health crisis. Of course, the company had offered to pay for the man’s ‘treatment’.
You felt footsteps behind you, quickly moving to hide your plethora of open tabs. Whatever Rennyn's family was behind, your gut knew; it couldn't be good.
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asshole: did u get the festival budget approved
You: you said you'd take over my shit while I was doing my internship
asshole: uhhhh no I didn't.
asshole: go do it <3
And so, your Saturday morning was spent heading towards the Great Hall, a room filled with offices surrounding the largest auditorium on campus.
If nothing, Rennyn was dedicated to what the student body wanted. The budget for a simple school dance seemed astronomical; yet you persisted, and with the power of persuasion, you got every item approved. Even the ice sculptures, somehow.
You walked past the auditorium, ready to go home. Echoing through the hall was the sound of a cello; you weren't sure why, but you couldn't help but pause, instead moving back towards the sound.
You found yourself at the entrance to the auditorium. The doors were open, yet the rows of velvet seats were empty. Sitting on the stage was a boy with short, dark hair and circle-rimmed glasses, wearing a forest green polo-shirt and slacks as he performed, fingers moving in rapid succession as pulled the bow across the cello.
Something compelled you to listen. You stood still as you watched him play; the way the boy's body moved, it was as if every breath he took the cello breathed with him, his wrist methodically placing each vibrato.
Standing at the edge of the stage was a mess of blond hair. A boy, wearing a blue crop top and low rise jeans, a thin sweater all the protected him from the autumn weather. He leaned against the stage floor, watching in awe. You watched as the cellist looked down at the boy and smiled, the boy clearly his muse.
You looked closer, and you quickly realized that blond boy wasn't a stranger. That was the boy you saw your boss fucking. That was Callon Vedrexa.
The cellist lifted his bow, relaxing his shoulders as the piece concluded.
"That was good!" Callon said happily; his voice wasn't at all what you'd expect. He didn't sound at all intimidating, not like Rennyn. His pitch was elevated, his voice almost nasally.
Frankly, he sounded annoying.
"It was fine," the cellist sighed, picking up the cello and beginning to adjust the endpin. His face barely moved, his demeanor a monotone juxtaposition to Callon’s
Callon turned around, your eyes locking with yours for only a moment. Your heart stopped; did he know? Did he see you? Did he know you were working with Rennyn?
You scampered away before you could find out.
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Sunday came, and the entire situation still felt strange.
"It was weird," you said, sitting on-top of one of the tables in the Student Government meeting room, you and Rennyn alone after an executive board meeting. "He was with this guy, maybe they're friends?”
“Short black hair, dorky glasses?”
“Yeah.”
Rennyn was unfazed, looking as if he was barely paying attention, jotting down notes. "Yeah, that’s his boyfriend. He’s weird.”
Boyfriend?
“But…but he’s fucking my boss.”
“People have lives outside their jobs. I mean,” he looked back up at you. “You fucked my dad, and we’re fine.”
You crossed your arms, “are you gonna hold that over me forever?”
“Probably.”
You frowned, letting out a sigh. “It was weird. He didn't seem like an asshole, he seemed like just some…some guy. It was cute, he was like, laying there watching him play. He seemed like, nice."
"Cause he's a manipulative little fucker," Rennyn spat back.
You resisted the urge to note that Callon was taller than him.
Rennyn continued, "Leona's a bitch to your face. Callon’s different. He’s good at being personable, he’s patient. Leona’s bad at both those things, and it drives her up the wall. He's like a..." he snapped his fingers. "He's like a puppy. But with rabies."
You furrowed your brow; analogies clearly weren't his strong suit. "...what?"
"Like, he seems nice, you get close, he bites you, and then you’re fucked. You know? I mean, for fuck's sake. His boyfriend probably has no idea he's fucking some old dude," Rennyn shrugged.
“…does he have a choice?”
“I don’t know. His dad’s always been an asshole, but Ronan—his uncle, he’s the opposite. The most strait laced a criminal could be. But it doesn’t really matter,” he sighed. "Although, that reminds me,” he set his pencil down. "You know, we could go to the Festival together," he grinned.
If he were anyone else, you might've been flattered; but the smirk on his face made you think twice.
“What’s the catch?"
"The catch...well, word on the street is Ronan's going after some scientist. Someone who's been putting his nose where it doesn't belong, doing research on the shit he sells under the University’s nose.”
“Why would he have to go under the University?”
“Because both my family and Callon’s family pays them off. But that scientist works here, as a professor. Teaches blood magic, or some shit. My dad says Ronan’s planning to kidnap him, try to shake him up, but…the guy’s said to be a pretty stubborn war vet. He’s not gonna talk.”
You slowly nodded your head. "Okay...and what does this have to do with the Festival?"
"All the halls will be empty,” he smiled. “Nearly every security guard is going to be manning that shit-show. Which means...his office is up for grabs. While Ronan's busy torturing a bastard who isn't going to talk anyway, I- I mean, we can just break inside and grab all his documentation for ourselves. Get another bargaining chip against the Vedrexa’s. You in?”
No. No. Absolutely not.
Yet you nodded your head nonetheless.
FUCK SO
I basically abandoned all the stories in this series cause I wrote a wholeass novel in this world, and I was burnt out. But I decided I have some other ideas I want to explore, so it's no longer connected to my other stories, outside of Ronan's. Maybe. For now. Idfk.
Nothing in this is getting retconned, so if you've only read this one or Ronan's, you don't got anything to worry about.
If you read Taleisin/Alex and Callon's/Anthony's story, a few notes;
While fucking with canon isn't...great, it did give me the willpower to continue these stories. So a win is a win.
Taleisin's story and Alex/Callon's stories are now in separate AUs of their own. Taleisin's I may come back to, Alex and Callon's absolutely will be discontinued. I wrote 89k words of them. I never thought I'd overdose on yaoi cocaine, but I did. The gays. They killed me. I am really proud of it though, and am always looking for more alpha readers if anyone is interested :3 but I decided for my own funsies this takes place before my novel. So Alex isn’t dead or anything, bro is just in medical school. He’s booked and busy.
However, the man Ronan's going to kidnap in his story is still Taleisin's father. Taleisin's just like, still in his room being a hiki at this moment in time. He is playing World of Warcraft or League or something. He's busy.
Anthony's solo story is also in a universe on its own. Here, he's dating Callon. No spoilers in the comments for those who know how that's gonna end ;D
Also, here's the cello concerto someone was playing :D
But yeah! We are now starting the arc of 'reader slowly does more and more crime until she no longer recognizes herself' :) yay!
The type of role-model every college wants to plaster over their website. Rennyn isn't just a Dean's List student, but the president of the Student Advisory Board; an elected group of students to facilitate feedback and recommendations from students to faculty, while also organizing community events on campus.
You are the advisory board secretary, a position that you were given by a professor, rather than elected for, after the previous secretary had to step down. The two of you clash often, resulting in a cruel rivalry. However, after being forced to study together, that rivalry starts to manifest in a different way, and you learn there's much more to him than you originally thought.
Tags: Chubby reader, female reader, reader x oc, bully x reader, fatphobia, college au, technically mafia au but not sure how much that's gonna come up, dubcon, cnc, bd/sm dynamics, sub reader, toxic relationship, takes place in an urban fantasy setting, mc is a half-elf.
