#nastyaromatherapy

“Hey. Are you okay?” He asked with sincerity. You slowly shook your head. “Here,” he said, offering his hand to help you up. When you were brought to your feet you stumbled, and he wrapped his arm around your waist to support you. Your head surged with pain at the change in elevation and lighting, the light in front of you dim, but far brighter than the darkness of your eyelids. You groaned to yourself, unaware of your vulnerability. 

“What are you doing in this alley?” He asked. You pondered, unsure yourself. “I...party. Party, there,” you slurred due to both the alcohol, and confusion. Really you didn’t know where the party was, or why you were really in this alley. You pointed in a random direction and his eyes followed, not noticing a party. He just shrugged.

“God, this is so creepy,” you said slowly, finally becoming aware of your surroundings. “I wanna go home.” Ethan nodded, looking around for an exit. He held you as the two of you ventured through the alley. That way, you wouldn’t stumble and fall. “My names Ethan, what’s yours?” He asked more straightforwardly than usual, noticing you were very drunk. “Y/n,” you said in reply.

“You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s dangerous,” he said. You just sighed in response. You were in no position to protest considering the predicament you were currently in.

His chest gave you warmth, and you leaned your head on it, even if it affected your balance a little. Your outfit from the party didn’t provide that much insulation. You felt heat travel from your waist to your heinie, and you shifted uncomfortably. His hand was now resting on your barely covered ass, and even your drunk self was disturbed. “Stop, what are you doing,” you asked, and as you tried to snake away, he held you in place. “You looked like you were gonna fall, I’m just holding you better,” he replied. You thought to yourself, your knees were pretty wobbly, and he was helping you. Why were you being so anxious?  You decided to let it be.

“God you’re deep in this alley. I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to find an exit that’s not blocked. I might have to call someone to pick us up.” As he opened up his phone and called a contact you weren’t able to read, his hand still had a firm grip on your ass. You kept telling yourself he was just trying to help. “Okay well my friend’s on their way. Let’s sit and wait for them,” he suggested after he finished his call. He walked you to an area that was barely lit with a lamp. The two of you sat on the cold stony ground.

You sat on your butt with your knees propped up, not even noticing how your mini skirt flipped up, revealing your panties. As you looked around the alley, you realized you didn’t notice your surroundings. Sure, you were drunk, but you could’ve sworn you were lying down right near an exit. How come Ethan couldn’t find the exit?

You laid your head against him, feeling comfortable with this complete stranger. Unpredictably, you felt a cold pain searing on your thigh. You bit your lip to hold back a squeal. The pain was temporary, and heat slowly started to warm up your leg. You looked down, and finally noticed that your skirt wasn’t covering your crotch. However, that’s not what you were paying attention to. Your eyes widened at Ethan’s hand, rubbing circles around your inner thigh.

You flinched heavily and loudly whispered, “Fuck, stop! What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan just shrugged, a confused look on his face. “It’s fucking freezing. I’m warming up my hands. Why?” His words were reassuring and reminded you that you were in safe hands. “It just, feels wrong. Please don’t touch me like that.” He nods. “Yeah, sorry. I was just… cold.” You weren’t sure how to respond to him. You were using his chest as a pillow, why couldn’t he use your thighs as hand warmers? You felt it was only fair, especially considering that he was helping you. So, no matter how wrong it felt, you decided to let him. “No you’re right, it is cold. I’m sorry, go ahead.”

You softly winced as his frozen hand touched your thighs once more, the warmth from your blood slowly radiating back to his fingertips. He sighed to himself, “You’re so warm,” as he started slowly massaging your muscle there. You decided to just relax, somebody was going to pick you up and take you home soon. Ethan’s chest was large and comfortable, so you closed your eyes and attempted to drift off.

You couldn’t even relax for 5 seconds before you felt his fingers shift to your panties. He rubbed circles on your clit and you couldn’t help but let out a meek whimper. “Ethan, stop! What do you think you’re doing?” You asked frantically, even though you weren’t at all trying to remove yourself from his grasp. “I already told you, I’m warming up my hands,” he chuckled dryly, and although you hated he was doing this, your back arched against his hand, your primal urge taking over.

“You’re such a liar,” you cried, closing your eyes as you did nothing to fight against his touch. Ethan bit his lip to hold back a groan when he felt your panties dampen, proving you were aroused by this. The most you could muster up to do was just repeatedly whimper out the words “stop, stop, stop, stop.” And when you did decide to try to crawl away, his large hands just held you in place. “God, I’m getting you a fucking ride and I’m rotting in this freezing alley for you. The least you could do is just warm me up!” You nodded in submission, quickly going back to your original position, lying on his chest with your knees open, revealing your panties that now had a damp spot.

He lowered his head, his chin grazing your shoulder. “Your panties are filthy,” he started, hooking the band with his fingers. “Let me help you.” He slid your panties completely off, tossing them to a dark corner. At this point you knew exactly what he was doing. “No, this is too much. Please stop,” you pleaded, your face in your hands to hide your flush of shame. 

He striked your face with his palm after yanking your hands away. “Shut up. Hear me?” He gave your other cheek a matching slap while simultaneously exploring your wet folds with his other hand. The pain from the slap and the hurt from the betrayal caused tears to stream from your eyes. Your vision was fogged but you could still notice the way his hand was assaulting your parts. His fingers circled around your clit, eliciting moans from your dainty lips. “Why are you doing this?” You cried. “Well I couldn’t just leave you there for somebody else to use. So pretty, so delicate.”

His fingers sped up in speed, and your whimpers echoed throughout the walls of the silent alleyway. Ethan couldn't help but smirk at the fact you didn’t even try to fight back. Your breathing got heavier, and soon your chest was heaving. Before things got too far you said, “No, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.” He was very annoyed by this. “But you’re about to cum,” he coerced. He was right, he was hitting that spongy spot in you so well, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. You felt so dirty, knowing he was right. Aware that you were coming undone from a complete strangers fingers in a filthy alley.

“Shh,” he cooed into your ear, noticing your desperate whines and pleas to stop, even though your body was finding immense pleasure. “Just take my fucking fingers and cum. Cum on my fingers like a good fucking whore,” he practically growled, sending heat straight to your core.

You didn’t say anything when you came. You just moaned erratically, your legs shaking and your eyes watering. He pulled his fingers out of you as you panted, recovering from your release. He took a look at the residue glistening on his fingers before smearing them on your face, now slathered with your bodily fluids. “Shit, that’s a good slut.” 

You felt disgusted and used, but on the contrary you felt the need to press your thighs together to relieve the feeling within you. “I’m not,” you cried, defending yourself. He grabbed you by the hair, forcefully tilting your head up to look at him. He spat in your face, the glob of saliva dripping from your chin to lips. “Slut,” he repeated, making sure it got through your head. Your face stung from another slap of his hand, and his chuckles made your stomach churn.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded but you shook your head. “No,” you said with a quivering voice, attempting to stand your ground. Swiftly, he pulled out a knife from his pocket. The handle was black and the blade was well, frightening. “Take off your clothes,” he repeated, this time through gritted teeth. The sight of the knife made your heart race with fear. If the situation wasn’t serious before, it was now. You slowly stripped, afraid of maybe making the wrong movie.

“So pretty,” he whispered to himself as he watched in awe, eyes mainly fixated on your tits. He unbuckled his belt, and reached into his boxers to remove his cock. You couldn’t deny it, it was good looking. Even if the size was intimidating and unexpected, it was put together, clean even. But that didn’t stop the disturbed feeling in your gut since this wasn’t right. And even with that disturbed gut feeling, your mind was disturbed at yourself. Disturbed that even with all this fear, apart of you was turned on. The sight of his cock was drenching your already soaked cunt.

Again he grabbed you by the hair, sending stinging pain straight to your scalp. He forced your face in front of his cock, making you topple onto your stomach. You winced when your knees got cut from the rough ground. “Open,” he ordered. You swallowed, not wanting to. You looked into his eyes that sent daggers, reminding you of the danger he held with the knife. Your mouth opened, barely, not even enough to fit a finger, let alone his size.

“Wider,” he said, firmer this time. You stretched your mouth, and your jaw ached. He grinned and guided his thick tip to your opened mouth. The smell of him was so intoxicating. The musk, the dominance, it was all so primal, and even if mentally you were against it, your body couldn’t get enough. 

He easily slipped his cock past your lips, and threw his head back with a groan. His hands still held a firm grip on your head as he practically used you as a fleshlight, forcing your head up and down. Your eyes watered when he hit the back of your throat, and you felt your sinuses open, feeling nasally. You felt every ridge and vein of him against your tongue, and the deeper he went, the more difficult it was to not gag.

Ethan muttered curses to himself, loving every second of this. Even while in this inappropriate situation, you found yourself turned on by Ethan enjoying himself. The way he would groan or roll his hips against your throat. “That’s it,” he said before slapping your sore face. “Take that fucking dick.” You whimpered, but it was barely audible with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

With every gag that managed to slip out, you felt your mind go blank. Even with the immense pain, you found pleasure as well. It was obvious from the way your cunt was repeatedly clenching around absolutely nothing.

You gasped for air when he abruptly pulled away. Your lips were swollen and your cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. He stroked himself with nauseating pride before spitting on your face, and at this point, you were fighting back a smile. It landed on your philtrum and dropped down to your chin. You couldn’t help but stare at him stroking his cock, the way each movement of his forearm elicited a lustful moan from him. The way he would tense before each groan, and shiver slightly after.

“Fuck, you want my cum, slut? Want it all over your pretty little face?” You shook your head no, too embarrassed to tell the truth. You craved it. However, your eyes couldn’t pry away from him. Your mind raced with curiosity about him cum. What it would taste like, how thick it would be, how much would come out. “J-just a little,” you didn’t even realize you were saying, too mesmerized in his masturbation. 

He knew you wanted it, but he wasn’t going to give up his cum to you for some absent minded statement. “That’s not good enough,” he chuckled, shaking his head. You knew you would have to admit it if you were gonna get his cum. “Please, just let me taste some,” you pleaded.

“Yeah? You want that cum?” He moaned, holding back since he was so close to the edge. “Yes please, I need it,” you begged, your hand smoothing out his thigh to guide your mouth closer. Ethan titled his head back and grunted, stroking himself as thick ropes of his cum landed into your awaiting mouth, some making its way to your nose. “Fuck, it’s so good,” you moaned as you greedily lapped at his tip, hoping he would just keep ejaculating more. You were disappointed when his breathing slowed and it came to an end, your drunken haze more apparent.

He noticed this and grinned to himself, knowing that you started to enjoy this. He guided his tip back to your already parted lips and you started to blow him voluntarily, happily pleasing the man who was assaulting you just minutes before. He reached for his phone, and while doing so his mouth was agape with heavy breathing as you brought his cock back to life. The light emitted on his screen, and unbeknownst to you, he was looking at absolutely nothing. He put the phone in his pocket. “My friend’s finally here, let’s get you home.”

He quickly put his pants back on and stood up, pulling you up by your arm. You reached for your clothes before he said, “Stop it, no time. You want to get home don’t you?” You nod in understanding, but you’re afraid to meet his friend and you don’t want them to see you naked. Nonetheless you ventured through the alleyway completely bare, aside from your feet that were clothed with chunky pink heels. You winced trying to keep up with his pace, his tall stature and large steps making him naturally faster. Your cut up knees however kept you from speed walking, a pain shooting through you if you flexed them too much. You clung to his arm, again finding more stability against him then on your drunken legs.

Suddenly, he grabbed you and slammed you against a brick wall, the tough material slicing your cheek. “Ethan, I wanna go home,” you cried, panic setting in when you heard him unzip his pants. He was holding your face against the wall, but you could see in the shadow on the ground that his cock was out once more. He pressed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down against your ass and folds. “No, stop, please,” you pleaded, not on any birth control, and feeling his raw condomless head.

“Shut up,” he spat, slapping your ass with force that stung. You shrieked as he slowly started to enter, but the noises he made were nothing short of pleasure. Although you were begging, pleading for him to stop, you couldn’t help but push back against his cock, your pussy begging for more. “Mm,” he growled to himself, one hand firm on your hip and another holding your wrists above your head to prevent you from running away. “Pussy so fucking tight.”

Your mouth was leaking moaning pleas, his size practically rearranging your insides. “Stop- your cock’s s’big,” you slurred, your words very oxymoronic. His breathing was heavy down your neck as he impaled your cunt, taking advantage of the inconsistency’s of your words. As much pleasure as you found in this, you didn’t find anything appealing about possibly being impregnated. However both the lust and alcohol made all of those anxious thoughts melt away, letting only your pussy, stuffed to the brim with his cock, think for you. 

He slapped your ass, enjoying the way your body jolted and how your mouth let out a weak cry. “That’s it, take my cock like a drunk fucking whore,” he breathily whispered into your ear, covering your body in goosebumps. The alleyway was filled with sounds like dripping water, a squelching pussy, hips slamming against heinie, the man’s grunts, and best of all your pretty moans. He relished in that sound, especially mixed with your begs for him to stop.

“Fuck, gonna breed this fucking cunt,” he said through gritted teeth, speeding up. You cried out at the sudden change in pace, so overstimulated that you didn’t even focus on his words. Your legs shook and you would have fallen if it weren’t for his firm grip on your entire body. It wasn’t until he started slowing down and thrusting deeper that you noticed. “No, what are you gonna, shit- stop!” You cried, realizing he was gonna cum. You tried your best to escape his grip, push him off, but it was honestly laughable how useless your efforts were. He came in your cunt, semen filling up every crevice of your fertile pussy.

Your gasp echoed off the walls, and that would be the last sound you ever made. After he slipped out of you he covered your mouth before you could make another sound, pulling you off the wall and closer to him. He chuckled at your surprised, wide eyes that dilated when you noticed the blade from your peripheral. “What, you didn’t think I’d let you live, did you?” He said before tutting as you tried to escape his grasp. He shook his head, his face obviously showing he found the situation humorous, before turning stone cold, biting his lip as he slammed the knife into your chest. When he pulled the knife out - blood splattering on the walls, your body, and even his face - and when he let go, you tumbled to the ground. He grinned, smudging a little droplet of your blood off his cheek and kicking your body to make sure you were dead, before walking away. 

“Mindy, turn up the tv!” Tara urged impatiently, biting her finger nails. “Okay, okay,” Mindy replied, obviously annoyed. Chad and Ethan walked into the apartment unannounced, confused about the commotion. Sam walked out into the living room and stopped in her tracks, stomaching dropping to the floor when she saw what was on screen. “Y/n L/n, a Blackmore University Student, and friend to many, was found raped and killed in an alley nearby a party she attended. Police are narrowing down suspects, and are questioning anybody and everybody who they know was there. DNA on her body from the perpetrator were found inconclusive, not seeming to belong to anyone that exists.”

Wait, public? That wouldn’t be needed because y’all just had sex casually. Although it didn’t help that you had feelings for him. You hoped he wouldn’t make it a big deal and would just move on from this. 

The next day you sat down at the picnic table you and the rest of your friends always sat at during lunch in your designated seat. Chad sat in front of you, Ethan next to Chad, Tara next to you, and so on. Only today, Ethan came to lunch sooner than usual and stole the seat next to you. Chad didn’t say anything, so he must’ve been informed about this already. God, did Ethan tell Chad you two had sex?

“Hey,” he said, being friendly. You just wanted to crawl into a hole. “Hey,” you said, looking down at the wood of the table top. Luckily, Tara came at the right time to save you. “Ethan, get the fuck out of my seat,” she demanded. Ethan chuckled, “What, are you in middle school Tara? It doesn’t have your fucking name on it.” Chad couldn’t help but let out a snort and Tara threw her hands up in defeat, plopping down next to him in Ethan’s usual seat. “I hear we’re being mean to Ethan, what’d he do this time?” Mindy asked, always getting a kick out of teasing him, as she walked to the table with Anika following behind. “Oh you know, he’s just being his usual pain in the ass self,” Tara said, giving Ethan the fakest smile which he returned. 

In between a conversation, when Quinn was complaining about her relationship problems, you felt Ethan snake his fingers onto your thigh. You quickly packed up your food and then pried away his fingers that were mere centimeters from your crotch. “Um you know what, I think I’m gonna go for a walk. See you guys,” you said, swiftly removing yourself from the table. That was awkward as hell.

You were laying on the couch, watching tv to help the godforsaken day go by faster. Tara emerged from the hallway, opening up a cabinet to grab a bag of chips to join you. “Ethan was being weird today, right?” She asked you, which immediately woke up your thoughts. “Oh, um, what do you mean?” You asked in a weak attempt of playing it cool. “I don’t know the way he totally stole my seat today? I mean yeah, he’s right. It’s not my seat. But why does he wanna sit there? He totally likes you,” she said once she plopped onto the couch, holding out the chips to you. You denied both her claim, and offer of snack. “No he doesn’t,” you spoke, although you knew he did, and you were holding back your blush. “Oh come on y/n, wake up! Especially since Chad didn’t want to defend me.” You shrugged in response. “Or maybe Chad wanted to sit next to you. Think about it.” You practically saw a lightbulb glowing above her head, and she started to nod her head in agreement. “Touché.” 

Right when the show started getting good your phone chimed, and you looked down to see Ethan’s contact photo. You quickly opened it. “Hey, are you ignoring me?” It read, and your stomach dropped. Shit. You quickly excused yourself to Tara and walked into your bedroom. As you were typing your response he texted he would be coming over to your place. Well, time to find a way to kick Tara out and keep Quinn from coming. As you walked out into the living room Tara called out, “Hey y/n, everybody’s gonna be hanging out at Chad’s place. You coming?” Fucking hell. Chad’s in on it. Of course he was, Ethan couldn’t do it without his wingman. “No thanks, I’m gonna stay here,” you said. It didn’t take long for Tara to leave.

You felt your insides twist from anxiety as you heard a knock on the door. You reluctantly walked up to the door and opened it. “Hey Eth,” you tried to say in an upbeat tone, but sadly it still came out pretty weary. “Y/n, I know you’re ignoring me,” he stated. You looked at the ground as he walked in, closing the door behind him. “Forgive me if I read shit wrong but I thought we had a good time and that we liked each other.” He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “We do! And we did. It’s just,” you were at a loss for words. How could you tell him you would be embarrassed of being in a relationship with him without telling him? “You’re embarrassed of me,” he finished for you. You opened your mouth to protest and then you realized, he wasn’t lying. He sighed when he saw this, he had a little hope you would say something against it. “Well now that we’ve cleared the air,” he said as he started to walk out. “Ethan,” you sighed, which caused him to turn around. Before he could finish saying the word “yeah,” you were standing on the toes of his shoes, kissing him. 

He quickly got lost in it, picking you up slightly off the ground and returning it with equal need and lust. You found yourself on the couch on his lap, your cunt directly on top of his bulge that was poking at your entrance. His hands found stability on your hips and he guided you on his clothed cock, helping you grind against him. You felt his warm fingers inch up your shirt before you pulled away and said, “We can’t do this here. What if Tara and Quinn come home?” 

He wanted to say no, to take you here on the couch even with the risk, but it’s obviously not what you wanted. So, he had no choice but to comply and carry you to your room. He closed the door and locked it, and you giggled when he threw you onto the fuzzy comforter on your bed. “I guess it’s not so bad. Bigger surface, more ways to fuck you-“ He started to say before you threw a pillow at him. “Shut up,” you joked.

He climbed on top of you - hovering so he didn’t crush you - and kissed at the sweet spot on your neck. Your mouth went agape and you whimpered softly into his ear, the sounds rushing blood straight to his erection. He bit his lip as he let his hand trail down to your crotch, cupping it through your jeans. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when he felt the moisture in between your legs, he couldn't even imagine how wet your panties were, better yet your pussy. You were getting hot, so as he unbuttoned your pants, you removed your top, leaving your upper chest, glistening with sweat, exposed. You helped him kick off your jeans, leaving you in your underwear, which proved you weren’t planning on getting laid today. Your bra was well, a bra. Beige with slight push-up. Your panties were a navy blue and not the sexiest thing ever, slightly cheeky though. Point is, you were a little embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was way more focused on the way your panties were dripping, tiny globs of white and clear residue collecting on the outside of your gusset. You were surprised he didn’t cum at the sight, noticing the way he was practically salivating and clawing to get your panties off.

He pushed your thighs aside, gaining sight of your needy sex. He spat onto your slit, noticing the way your hole fluttered open when he did so. “What, you like that?” He chuckled. Your face heated up. “Yeah,” you squeaked when he connected two fingers to your clit. “Y/n it’s fine if you don’t want anything serious. But just know all the amazing sex you’d be missing out on..” He started as he rubbed faster circles on your clit. “N-no Ethan, I want you,” you stammered. He hummed to himself as his fingers explored his parts, slippery yet sticky. It was easy for him to slip two fingers into your cunt, since you were already so nicely lubricated. He started thrusting his fingers slowly, and he smirked as he watched your pretty face sinfully contort. Your mouth formed into the shape of an o as your eyebrows pushed inward, your eyes squinting as well. “Is that right? You’re mine?” He asked as he curled his fingers against your g-spot, making you arch your back above the mattress. “Yes, fuck,” you moaned, which gave him a pleased expression.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you silently groaned. He started to pull his shirt up above his head which you helped him with. You laid your hand on his toned chest, and he leaned down, interlocking his lips with yours. He groaned into the kiss, his hands reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, throwing it aside. “Can I see your cock, baby?” You asked in that sweet voice that makes his mind go blank. He nodded, in a trance, before snapping back to reality and unbuttoning his pants. He stood from the bed, removing his jeans and tossing them to the side, long forgotten.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, laying on your stomach as you reached for that bulge in his boxers. Your fingers hooked his waistband and pulled them down, discarding them on the floor. You let out a soft moan as you watched his girth shoot up, free from its confines. He groaned as you wrapped your fist around it, stroking slowly from the base dotted in brown curls to the pink tip. You licked a stripe up his length, making his mouth falter open. “Fuck, stop. I need to fuck you,” he said impatiently, picking you up off the bed.

He held you in his arms, and you involuntarily wrapped your legs around his hips. Your cheek was pressed up against his pec as his hand snaked in between your bodies, grabbing his cock and pressing it up against your entrance. You inhaled sharply, preparing yourself for the stretch you had to experience yesterday. “Shit,” he grunted as he started to inch himself in little by little. You whined as your cunt widened to accommodate his size. “Pussy so fucking tight,” he panted into your ear before he pushed himself in entirely. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support as he started moving in and out of you, hands gripping your ass. He easily man handled you like a fuck toy, pushing you against him in time with his thrusts. “Ethann,” you whimpered out, turning your head to look up at him with glossy eyes. “Yeah baby? Wanna tell me how good I’m fucking your greedy pussy?” You nodded, letting out needy moans as he picked up his pace. “Mhm, so good.”

He smirked cockily as he watched you become cock drunk on his dick. He continued to hold you up with one hand, the other stroking your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you, but you could barely kiss him back, not when he was twisting every organ in your body. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he panted once he pulled away from your lips, staring down at your body that his cock found so much pleasure in. “Mmfph, please E. So fucking close,” you cried as you shut your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure. You whined as you felt pressure build up inside you. He sped up, pounding into your cunt relentlessly, helping you and himself reach an orgasm. You covered your mouth with your hand, just in case your roommates came home, and screamed into it. “That’s it, fucking take it,” he groaned before laughing to himself. You looked at him with a confused expression.

“I forgot the fucking condom,” he started to stop before you stopped him. “No keep going. Just, pull out,” you said. “Are you sure?” He asked skeptically, and you nodded in response. He started moving again, “fuck I’m close anyways.” You nodded in agreement. Your whines grew quicker, more excessive. And from the way you throbbed around his cock, he knew you were gonna cum. The second you squealed the words, “I’m cumming!” you convulsed, moaning curses as a trickle of clear fluid dripped from your cunt down your thigh. Remembering his instructions, Ethan pulled out  and came, groaning your name. His cum spurted onto your stomach and dripped down onto the floor. When the two of you’s breathing slowed down, he laid you on the bed and collapsed next to you. You both looked at each other and laughed, before leaning in for a sweet kiss. 

You got dressed, and so did Ethan, although the clothes did nothing to hide the sweat and must that radiated from y’all. On top of that, since the clothes were thrown so recklessly, they were far more wrinkled than when the day began. The two of you walked out into the living room, and you didn’t expect it to be a walk of shame.

“Where do you wanna eat? I heard the new pastry place that opened up was good.” You nodded, liking the idea. “Donuts sound really good,” you beamed.

Donuts.

Ethan wiped the jelly and powder off your lips with his thumb, and when it didn't come off, he licked a napkin and started to scrub your face. “Ethan, gross!” You giggled jokingly, grateful for his affectionate gesture.

“This place is good,” he nodded, biting into his éclair. You agreed and leaned back onto his lap, laying in the grass at the park. The ambience was calm and peaceful. You wanted to lay at that park till nightfall, till the moon reflected in the lake and the street lamps turned on.

Until then, you and Ethan strolled around the streets, talking, drinking random drinks from places you'd never heard of. You walked in your ballet flats and sun dress, goosebumps painting the skin of your legs.

“Cold?” He asked with a chuckle, making you slap his upper arm. “Yeah,” you responded, clinging onto his arm for extra warmth. “We can go home. Actually I wanted to ask you about something.” You stopped your walking and turned to him. “What is it?” He brushed you off, “I'll tell you later.”

Once back at your place, you collapsed on the couch after kicking off your shoes, Ethan following closely behind. "So.. what was it you wanted to tell me?" You asked him. He inhaled, a little nervous, before sitting next to you. “I- you know how I'm a virgin, right?” He asked you to which you nodded in return. “I was wondering if, if you wanted to take my virginity tonight?” He asked just barely above a whisper, making your eyes open up wide like saucers.

“Ethan,” you cooed, your hand finding its way to his knee. “I'd love too.” He softly exhaled as he was holding his breath. His eyes looked up to yours as you climbed onto his lap, your hands behind his neck. You tilted your head before leaning down to interlock your lips with his as you rolled your hips against him. He groaned at the unfamiliar sensation, hands shifting from your hips, thighs, ass, and waist, not knowing where to leave them.

You giggled before pulling away and grabbing his hands to rest on your ass, letting him know he could grope it through your dress. Small grunts continued to leave his lips as you grinded against him. “I'll take care of you,” you whispered into his ear, pink from his fluster.

You climbed off of his lap and reached for your purse on the other cushion. You pulled out a condom, strawberry flavored of course, and left it in your left hand as you unzipped his jeans with your right. His breath hitched when your palm grazed his slowly growing erection through his boxers, only getting larger by your touch.

“Has a girl even touched you like this before?” You asked, looking up at him to meet his eyes. He shook his head, mostly silent to focus on what was happening to him. You kissed a line up his fabric covered shaft causing him to let out a moan, before you stuck your hand past the waistband into his boxers to release his cock. Your eyes lit up at his size, “God you're perfect,” you didn't mean to mutter aloud.

A flush flooded his cheeks from your compliment, and he bucked his hips into your touch as you started to roll the condom onto him, fitting him snug. “Thank you,” he whispered, thankful for your words and eagerness to take him.

You wrapped your fist around his base, not too tight, slowly stroking him. He whimpered when you licked a stripe up his shaft, before wrapping your lips around the head. He closed his eyes, still getting used to the feeling, but when he opened them, he didn't ever want to close them, not even for a blink, again.

He watched as you were happy to please him, pink nails wrapped around his base with another set on his thigh. Your eyes were cast with a red tint as they teared, your sinuses getting clogged. He continued to squirm from the sensation of the blowjob, which he's never experienced. The strawberry taste invaded your palate, only making it more blissful. He was soon a whimpering mess which you found cute, he hasn't even felt your cunt yet.

You pressed your thighs together and moaned onto his cock, growing more aroused by each sound he let loose. You pulled off of him, a trail of saliva stringing off your lips, before pulling your dress over your head, revealing your uncovered tits. His cock twitched at the sight, and you saw how some of the tip of the condom was already bubbling with precum. He whined at the prolonged seconds without your mouth around him.

You climbed onto his lap once more, only in your Brandy panties. “Please,” he begged, wanting to be inside you so badly. “Patience, Eth,” you spoke. You reached up his shirt, caressing his stomach, before helping him pull it off over his head, exposing his toned chest. You quickly slid your panties down to your ankles, eager to take him.

His eyes shut as he muttered “fuck, fuck, fuck's,” when you rubbed his tip against your wet folds. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. “Oh,” you gasped when you poked the tip into your entrance, before fully sitting on him. He arched his back as your walls clamped around him, voice cracking into your ear.

“That okay?” You asked breathily. In response he nodded. “Please keep going,” he begged. You laid your hands on his chest as you bounced on his cock, mouth agape as pretty sounds erupted out. As you rode his sensitive cock, tears welled in his eyes from the intensity. He whimpered excessively as his hand found their way to your waist and breast, lightly squeezing it.

You gasped, mouth shaping into an o as he grasped your tit, making you clench around him just a bit tighter. When he noticed the correlation he continued to massage your breasts, loving the way your walls wrapped around his cock. “You're so tight,” he grunted through gritted teeth.

“Eth, try fucking me,” you taught. You lifted yourself up slightly and laid your hands on his slender shoulders. “Just thrust up- shit!” You cried when he quickly caught on and started plowing into you. “Fuck Ethan, you're gonna make me cum,” you whined into his ear as he fucked your cunt, chest heaving against yours.

He started huffing, biting his lip as he concentrated on his movements. “Fuck, oh fuck I'm gonna cum,” he groaned, leaving you little time to react before burying himself into you and releasing into the condom. Acting quickly, wanting to finish as well, your finger pads made contact with your clit, rubbing circles around it. You moaned as your pussy spasmed, finishing on his softening cock.

He quickly pulled out while holding on the base, and you helped him to remove the condom, leaving it on the coffee table to be cleaned later. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck, heavily breathing together. “Did- did you cum?” He asked after catching his breath, a rookie question. “Yeah,” you panted.

“Do you do this every time I'm at work? Do you disobey me this much?” He was quick to shake his head, “No! I just couldn't help it today, it hurt s'bad. I’m sorry.” He whined, eyes glossy. “An apology does help your case a little.” He sighed with relief at that. He was a shit sub, getting punished more times than not.

“How about,” you start, starting to slowly pump his leaking cock with your fist, causing a whimper to slip out of his lips. “I touch you, and you can cum as much as you want, with permission of course. Catch is, you can't touch me. How's that sound?” Ethan writhed at your touch and sighed. “But I need you mama, it's gonna be so hard,” he complained. “Stop fucking bitching,” you snapped as you grabbed ahold of his hair. He groaned at the force.

“I'm sorry, mama,” he swallowed. “I'l- I'll take whatever you give me,” he pouted. “Fix your fucking face, Eth,” you ordered, making him sulk even more. “Why do you have to be s'mean,” he muttered, making you roll your eyes. “Because you don't fucking behave,” you said through gritted teeth, releasing your grip on his curls, making him fall back a bit. “But y'know what, fine, let's negotiate. What do you think you deserve,” you said reluctantly.

“To be fucked, by you,” he answered. You looked over to the chest drawer that contained all of your toys you had for Ethan. Paddles, ball gags, and of course, dildos and straps. You turned back to him, “You just say that cause you're a fucking whore. That's no punishment,” you tsked. "No, it is! You can use the big one that almost ripped me apart last time," he said as his voice grew quieter and quieter as his words went on, probably regretting what he was saying.

You tilted your head and nodded, open to the idea. “Okay,” you agreed. Ethan's pupils dilated as he watched you get up to rummage through the drawer. The dildo he was speaking of wasn't the longest he's ever taken, but the thickest. He bit his lip as you stripped off your blouse and dress pants, leaving you in your black vickies. “Can you prep yourself for me baby?” You asked, tossing him a bottle of lube.

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he squirted the lube on his fingers. He groaned as he slipped a finger into himself, curling it and trying to distribute the lube. You tried to hide your smirk when you witnessed his poor attempt at fingering himself without you noticing. Nobody moans that much from lubing.

“So, you're already breaking the rules?” You asked after you finished harnessing the strap and attaching the girthy dildo. You turned to look at him cunningly, eyes narrow. “If I had known you'd disobey this early,” you started, sitting back on the bed with him. “I would've just got the paddle,” you shrugged nonchalantly. He whined, “No- mama, you can just use your hands! Please I swear I'll be good,” he cried as you got up to retrieve a pink, studded paddle from the chest.

“You're speaking in empty promises, Eth.” He muttered an, “I'm sorry,” and you sarcastically smiled before quickly faltering it. “All fours, bitch,” you commanded, standing above him as he slowly complied, his ass in front of you in full view.

You dragged the paddle in circles on his ass, making him let out a crackly sob. “Crying already? I haven't even done anything to you yet,” you chuckled. “Shut up,” he muttered before realizing his fatal mistake. “I’m sorry!” He said, scrambling to fix what he’d done. You fumed and quickly spanked him without hesitation, three times consecutively, a second long breather between each thrash. He whimpered as he kept muttering apologizes.

“The funny thing is, I didn’t even plan on fucking using this on you. I was just teasing,” you said, throwing the paddle behind your back as he continued to squirm from the everlasting stings.

You rested your forehead on your fist. “Can you ever just be good? Can I ever come home to a sweet boy, who’s eager, and willing, and doesn’t fucking brat out every five seconds?” You asked him rhetorically. “Because if you want to be a brat, I’ll treat you like a fucking brat,” you spat, making him wine.

“Please mama, just fuck me. I’ll shut up I swear!” He persuaded. You hummed and grabbed his balls. He whimpered at his vulnerability, extremely turned on. “I’ll fuck you like the slutty brat you are, Eth, and you’re gonna love every second of it, cause you’re mine.”

You released your hold on him and joined him on the bed. He got off of his fours to face you. He whimpered when you grabbed him by the hair again, your favorite move, and laid your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, making you smile too. No matter how annoying he got, you always loved him. “I’m yours,” he admitted into the kiss, making you hum before pulling away.

“That’s a good boy,” you praised, the first time you got to say it in a while. You laid back on the pillows and toyed with the tip of your silicone, skin colored cock. “Can you suck me off, baby? Mommy would love that so much,” you said adoringly. He nodded and crawled in between your legs.

He was a bit hesitant to take you in his mouth, “I'm not sure I can, mama,” he whined. Your eyebrows furrowed, “Of course you can, cause you're a good boy for me, right?” He sighed, eyeing your cock before complying. He swallowed the head, letting out “mmhpfs,” around your artificial length. You moaned, both as a show for him, and because watching him do something so slutty turned you on so damn much.

“Mm, you feel so good sucking my cock pretty boy,” you moaned, making his hollowed cheeks flush a fuchsia from the compliment. You rubbed your thumb on the apple of his cheeks as you watched him take your thick cock in and out of his throat.

You reached down to slip the cock out of his mouth, making him whine with desperation. His oral fixation was pathetic. “Are you gonna behave?” You asked as you stood on your knees above him. He looked up at you and nodded. “Words, Ethan,” you softly demanded as you tilted his chin up. “Yes,” he whispered. “I'll behave.”

You smiled as he complied, hopping off of the bed. “Bend over the edge.” He submitted and did so, sprawling out, letting you view his ass that was slowly fading from the pink. You were calm as you got the bottle of lube to wipe on your cock, already covered with Ethan's slobber. You made sure to get it inside of him as well, since his feeble attempt at masturbation got the lubrication to be cut short. You curled your two fingers inside of him, making him writhe against the sheets with a whimper.

Even after you pulled out and only pressed the tip around his hole the room flooded with his noises, making you lose focus. “Eth I swear to god, I will use the fucking gag on you.” You barked, which made him quickly apologize and shut up. You lined the head up with his asshole before sliding in, leading Ethan to gasp harshly as he bit the sheets. His grunts were guttural as he was stretched so roughly, tears welling in his eyes. He knew that this was his punishment and that he was just going to have to take it, but it was gonna be a long couple minutes.

You finally snaked your way all the way into him, brushing at his prostate causing him to moan. He sobbed against the sheets as he was filled, the stretch immensely greater than anything else he's taken before. “’Hurts, mama,” he cried as you tore his ass apart. “Too big.” You tsked at him before slapping his ass with your bare hands, making him wail. “You asked for this, slut, and you're gonna fucking take it.”

His tears dripped onto the sheets which you reveled in, so desperately wanting to taste his emotional waters. “Fuck!” He screamed as he slowly started to accommodate to your girth.

His whines didn't stop as you slowly pistoned in and out of him, grabbing onto his hips for support. Soon, his whines turned into “uh, uh, uhs,” showing he relished in it. You let his newfound pleasure go unnoticed and continued to fuck him at the same pace, teasing the poor boy. You saw him trying to push back on your cock and you couldn't hold back a laugh, making his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Does the slut want more?” You cooed, causing him to whimper from the humiliation. “Yes,” he said just below a whisper.

“What was that?” You asked, having too much fun. “Please fuck me harder, mommy, I want more,” he cried, continuing to scoot his ass back onto you. “Was that hard?” You asked as you drilled into him deeper, picking up the pace. He moaned and expressed his gratitude as you repeatedly hit his prostate. “Thank you, mama.”

His cock twitched against the mattress, it ached from the prolonged abstinence of being touched. His eyes rolled back as he groaned and drooled all over the sheets, going dumb on your length. “Need to cum mommy, please let me cum!” He begged as his cock stained the mattress with his precum. You didn't respond and only kept fucking him at an animalistic pace.

“Please, please, mama let me cum, ’hurts s'bad,” he cried out, arching his back. “Where's it hurt?” You asked him, reaching down between him and the bed to stroke his cock. “Here?” You asked while milking him completely. He let out “mhms,” using everything he had in him to not cum.

๋࣭ ⭑ ethan was a master manipulator, a sociopath if you will. he wasn't toxic, he wasn't trying to use you, but he needed you. to be around you at all times. he knew someday you would leave him. girls like you didn't like to settle down, and often nice guys finished last. that was his ideology.

๋࣭ ⭑ first, he had to turn you away from your friends. he had to be your only emotional outlet. besides, since your friends were pretty sane, he knew that they would worry for you at some point, and maybe try and drive you away from him, which couldn't happen.

๋࣭ ⭑ he would casually talk about how he didn't like them while on dates, and he'd find the smallest things about your friends to turn you against them,

“the one with the wavy hair, yeah, i think she was kinda, laughing at me. it's okay if i'm embarrassing you, i'll wait in the car.”

๋࣭ ⭑ in turn, you would give the girls a piece of your mind and continued with your life, your long life in his captivity.

๋࣭ ⭑ now friendless, the only person you could talk to was him, which he loved. he loved whenever you were vulnerable and confided in him, even sometimes spilling a bit too much. you knew he had issues and was angry, but you never thought he'd ever actually kill for you.

๋࣭ ⭑ he could never let you know that he's killed before though. he knew you were soft and not like him. he was aware that if you had found out there would be no saving it, no coming back.

๋࣭ ⭑ so he did everything in secret, chalked it up to coincidence. you puked in bed, leading him to have to nurse you back to health? must've been the shrimp. the town is on lockdown due to the deaths recently, all of them being people that you despised or despised you? karma.

๋࣭ ⭑ the sweet boy persona worked so well, even having you fooled. even when he dicked you down into the mattress, claiming you, making you say you'd never leave him and that he was the only boy for you, you thought he just cared about you.

๋࣭ ⭑ he cared about nobody but himself. you were the closest he's ever got to caring for someone. he wanted to hurt anybody who hurt you, going lower than those who went low. but that was because he knew if they really hurt you, you'd be gone, and that wouldn't be good for him. it was always about him.

๋࣭ ⭑ even once, you insisted to go roller skating with some classmates you didn't even classify as friends, yet, but you would. so, he followed you. he couldn't just force you to stay home, but you needed to learn a lesson.

๋࣭ ⭑ he would cower around the rink as Quinn, his accomplice, "accidentally" crashed into you. For safe measure, she cushioned herself with knee and elbow pads. You, already great at skating, had nothing to help break your fall.

๋࣭ ⭑ you yelped loud enough for the whole plex to hear, your arm broken. Quinn was quick to apologize for the "mistake," it all being a face as she shared the same sociopathic traits with her brother.

๋࣭ ⭑ your friends took you to the hospital, and you called him unaware that he was still following you, already on his way.

๋࣭ ⭑ he coddled you when he saw you laying in bed with a cast on your arm, and you were quick to hug him as much as you could.

“I let you out of my sight for a couple of hours, god, promise you won't leave me again.”