I hear you and I think you’re onto something… Now, trust me when I tell you that this fic is kinky. It’s not that long though, sorry <3

Switchblade

- Lou bloom ᯓᡣ𐭩

Summary: Your boss agrees to pay you extra if you sleep with him. He takes the chance to explore one of his fantasies.

Warnings: Knifeplay, sex for money, blood kink, oral (f receiving), mean Lou, dom Lou, piv sex, unprotected sex, overall dark themes.

Word count: 1058

Notes: If dark themes aren’t your thing, maybe skip this one<3

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You shifted on Boss's couch as he gripped your waist. See, money was money, and the LA rent was skyrocketing. Lou kissed you eagerly and roughly, with no concern. He pushed you down and pulled your top off. His blue eyes lightened up at the sight of your black, lace bra.

“I want to try something new,” he confessed and looked up at your now nervous expression. “What?” You asked, and froze when he pulled a switchblade from his pocket. He sighed at your wide, scared eyes, “I’m not the one begging for money here. If you’re not up for it, you can leave.” You swallowed and shook your head, “Just don’t hurt me.”

He looked condescendingly at you. “I wouldn’t do that, not in a meaningful way anyway. Cause if I did, we’d never get to do this again,” he shushed, like anything he just said comforted you in the slightest, before clicking the knife open. The cold metal ran across your chest, lightly scratching your skin. You thought your heart would stop from the adrenaline. Lou’s eyes followed the blade obsessively as it ran across your cleavage. The red scratches it left behind were far more enticing than he had expected. If he just pressed a little harder, maybe it would be even better…

You hissed at the sudden sting, “Ow!” Lou stilled and watched the tiny droplets run down between your breasts, down into the fabric of your bra. He placed his finger at the incision before following the blood trace, mapping it out. You tried to keep your breathing calm, but your rapid heartbeat commanded otherwise.

Lou opened his mouth and stuck in his bloody finger, sucking it clean. The metallic, sweet taste had his blood rushing down to his hardening cock. He placed the blade beside him before leaning over you to unhook your bra in the back. His bloody tongue entered your mouth, and the taboo element of it all affected your body in ways your head couldn’t, or simply didn’t want to, comprehend. Once your bra was off, he sat back up again and grabbed the switchblade. He let the edge carefully run over your peaked nipples, enough to keep you guessing but not enough to draw blood.

He then ran the blade down your stomach; you tensed up, not wanting any unexpected cuts there. Thankfully, Lou paused for a second, planned his next moves, and took off your jeans. You finally allowed yourself to breathe. He threw the blue denim to the side before putting the blade against your panties. The edge grazed the fabric before slipping inside the hem, cutting your underwear open from the inside. Lou slit up the front before sliding them down your legs.

The sharp metal found your inner thighs. Without warning, Lou made a shallow cut across the skin. You clenched your fist, not because of the pain, but because of the edge you were on. Tiny drops of blood sat above the surface-level cut. Lou salivated at the sight and leaned down to lick it clean. He followed the slit up, gathering the blood on his tongue, before spreading your legs and placing his mouth around your clit. Lou moaned at the taste of your blood and wetness, mixing together on his tongue.

When he slipped a finger into you, your face flushed with shame at how easily it entered you, at how wet this had gotten you. You hadn’t even noticed; you had been too busy being scared of him slipping up and tearing your guts out. Your wetness quickly exceeded the amount of blood smeared over your pussy. Lou didn’t have any options, but place the blade against your skin again.

You whined when he left your clit, embarrassing yourself. He grinned at your neediness, “Dirty fucking girl.” He sat up and laid the edge over your hip bone. “I bet you don’t even need the money,” he continued before dragging the knife across your skin. You gave up and allowed yourself to moan; you didn’t have much to lose.

While your blood rushed to the wound, Lou tore off his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder, and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled his cock out of his white boxers and stroked it a few times as he watched your blood seep out. Your body’s overwhelming need for stimulation made you forget who was staring down at you, and you felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight of his cock. You felt yourself needing it.

Lou leaned down and licked a stripe over the cut before leaning back up and spitting the mix of your blood and his saliva onto the tip of his cock. He spread it over his length as his shaky breaths filled the air. “Turn around,” he ordered and gestured with a spin of his fingers. You did as told and stuck your ass in the air, waiting eagerly to finally be fucked and for this to be over.

Lou lined up before thrusting in, with little to no resistance from you. You cried out and moaned as he fucked you at a relentless pace, resulting in him shoving your face down into the couch. “Fucking whore,” he huffed, “you love this.” His slick back was all messed up, with strands falling over his face. If you had turned around to see it, you would’ve cum instantly; not that you ever knew.

The sound of skin slapping, your pathetic moans, and Lou’s groans echoed through his stale studio apartment. You really didn’t want to like this, but Lou was right about you. He always was. You also didn’t want to humiliate yourself by cumming around his cock, but of course you did. You tried to muffle your moans in the couch cushion as you clenched and pulsed around him, drenching his already soaked cock.

Lou scoffed at you before thrusting into you hard, sending a wave of pain through your core. He continued his mean thrusting until he came, adding his cum to the blend of blood, saliva, and wetness.

I watched Nightcrawler starring Jake Gyllenhaal

masterlist ⭒ request for anon!

if he didn’t end up nightcrawling he would have become the best rated dasher in doordash history

lou finds it comforting to sleep using his arm as sort of a pillow so that he can hear his heart beat in his ears. it’s comforting to him to know that he’s human, despite being so separate from everyone

uses hospital grade chapstick

buys mini vacuums on temu for his vans

i feel like lou would smell good, especially after video production news takes off. like relatively expensive cologne thats subtle but STICKS with u like it’s unique