#please...please spare me your horrible writing...please

You blame your father for what you’re doing now. And on the morrow, after you’ve thoroughly debased yourself, you will be sure to let him know that you feel that way.

Pulling up the hood of your cloak, you duck your face against the harsh rains. Mud squishes beneath your boots as you run up the road toward the local tavern. The people there might likely recognize you. But they won’t be the type to care so much that they’ll fetch your father. 

You only need one night of debauchery. After that, all will be well. If the Gods are good. They haven’t favored you thus far, but perhaps your luck is bound to change. 

The inn’s windows are aglow with light, the crooning song of a bard coming from within. You rush toward the door, pushing it open as you shake rain from your cloak. 

Pushing your hood back, you smile to yourself as you take in the revelry of the night. You’ve heard from many a weary traveler that your village is far more joyous than most. You have Baron Merryweather to thank for that. And if he has his way, in a week's time, they will be thanking you as well. 

Shaking the horrid thoughts away, you step further into the tavern, scanning the crowd. You’re hoping to find an unfamiliar face. Or you’d settle for one you know, but who’s drunk enough to forget your duties. 

While you search, you fail to look ahead. With a pained huff, you find your path cut short as you ram into a solid wall of a man. “Oh,” you groan, clutching your nose as it throbs. Gods be good, how firm was this man that it hurt so much?

With a harsh glare, you cut your eyes toward him and find whatever venom you were going to spew gone. Your eyes trace over him top to tail, warmth stirring within you. He’s tall, taller than most men you’ve met. With thighs thick as a tree trunk and arms you wouldn’t mind sinking your teeth into. 

Not only is he thick as a castle wall, but he’s also staring at you with adorably sheepish eyes. He looks sweet, if not a little dumb, and absolutely someone who wouldn’t know your name. 

“Apologies Ser. I don’t know how I could have missed a man quite so… large,” you purr, hardly hiding the attraction in your voice. 

Your brows raise as he continues to stare at you. His lips part, cheeks flushing, but little comes out. Your eyes drop to the boy at his legs. He offers you an embarrassed smile before kicking the man in the shins. 

“Egg,” he hisses, finally broken from his stupor as he glares at the boy. Egg gestures toward you and the giant’s eyes find yours again. “Oh, pardon, m’lady.”

“No pardon necessary, the fault is mine. Perhaps I might make it up to you with an ale?” You were laying it on thick. Too thick for any other man. But he seemed easily distracted by a pretty smile. 

“Oh,” he stuttered over his words and shook his head. “That won’t be needed- Egg! You kick me again and I’ll clout your ear,” he scowled down at the boy and you bit back a laugh. 

“An ale would be nice, madam,” the boy directed toward you. 

“You can’t even finish a pint,” the man pointed out, still glaring at him. 

“It’s really my pleasure, Ser…” you trail off, smiling softly. 

“Dunk,” he tells you, narrowly dodging another kick. “Duncan,” he quickly corrects, grabbing the boy by his neck and redirecting him toward their table. “Off with you,” he growls, pushing him away. 

“Your brother?” You ask, stepping further into the tavern until Dunk has no choice but to follow you. 

“Squire,” he corrects with a grumble. 

“You’re a proper knight?” You ask, eying him and seeing no sword nor shield. 

“A, uh, hedge knight,” he corrects, almost seeming ashamed. 

“I meant no offense, Ser. A hedge knight is a knight, the same as all the others. I only meant to see if you fight under a Lord’s banners?” 

More specifically, how much does he know about Baron Merryweather?

“No lord, m'lady, just me and Egg.”

You hum, grabbing a mug for him and yourself. He takes it from you and your eyes widen at just how small it looks in his palm. For once, you were right; it seemed the Gods were looking favorably upon you tonight. 

“Interesting. Most men who pass through are sellswords or farmers. We rarely get the virtuous and honorable. Are you an honorable man, Ser?”

Dunk frowned into his cup before nodding. He lifted his eyes to yours, puffing his chest more confidently. “Aye, I believe so. I try to be, at least.”

“Hm,” you hum into your mug. “Even trying seems to be a rare quality these days.” Perhaps you’re being too obvious. But Dunk seems to have already indulged in his cups. He’s less likely to look into each vague query of yours. 

You move away from the bar and Dunk follows you to a table. Taking a seat on the bench, you let out a little laugh as Dunk plops down right beside you. He seems a mite tipsy and unaware of proper decorum. Something that would likely work in your favor. Once you’d gotten a few cups deep yourself and actually worked up the nerve to ask him to bed you, of course. 

“What brings you here?” You ask him, nails drumming along the table as you decide how to go about this. It is of the utmost importance that you are bedded by dawn. Perhaps even letting him spill inside if you feel so desperate. 

But you don’t feel right just outright asking the man to fuck you. That seems far too crass. And far too bold considering how incredibly sober you still are. 

Intent on rectifying that, you tip your head back, letting the ale pour down your throat. Dunk's eyes are wide as he watches you, an impressed gleam in them. 

“Do you mind, Ser?” You ask, passing him your empty cup. Dunk shakes his head and gets to his feet, heading toward the bar. A warmth has begun to settle in you when the door to the tavern bursts open. 

Two guards pass through, head swiveling about with too much intent to be coincidence. Cursing, you jump to your feet, racing toward the bar. “Do you have a room?” You ask Dunk, ignoring how he jumps at your sudden presence. 

“Aye, I’m sharing it with the boy,” he tells you, brows furrowed. 

You whip toward the innkeep and she shoots you a glare. “This is a horrid idea, girl.”

You slap a coin harshly on the counter. “A room, woman,” you grit out. She shakes her head and passes you a key. No sooner is it in your hand are you grabbing Dunk's sleeve and dragging him toward the stairs. 

“What’s going on?” He demands. You ignore him, using his body to block your face from the guards as you swipe a pitcher of ale from a passing table. 

“Nothing,” you turn to him with a frazzled smile. “But it’s so loud down here. Wouldn’t you like to speak somewhere a little quieter?”

Dunk doesn’t seem to catch on to your insinuation as he shakes his head. “Gods,” you groan, hauling his thick body up the stairs behind you. “Just come along, Ser. I have plans for you.”

“Plans? Pardon, m’lady, but I-“

“Hush,” you chide, tugging him into the room and firmly shutting the door behind him. Dunk stumbles, the mead in his hand sloshing over the edge. 

“I’m afraid I’ve been rather forward, Ser.” You undo your cloak and toss it on the chair beside the fireplace. “But I wondered how you might feel about bedding me?”

“B- bedding?” Dunk sputtered over your proposition. And you probably should have softened such a blunt approach. But panic is encroaching on your senses and you can only think of the guards below you both who might soon knock upon doors to oust you. 

Slowly, you make your way toward him. He doesn’t back away, but he still seems hesitant. You slip your hand around his, easing the ale from his grip and downing the rest before putting the jug aside. He watches you with wide eyes as you tug lightly at the laces of your dress. 

“Well?”

Dunk's eyes are trained on your breasts, pale cheeks flushed as he swallows, snapping his gaze back to yours. “What?”

You laugh a little at his nerves, taking his hands in your own and guiding them to your bodice. “Do you find me desirable, Ser?”

“Yes,” he whispers. You smile coyly at him and tug at his hold, urging him to finish what you started. 

His fingers tremble slightly as they tug at the laces of your dress, eyes trained on your breasts. The palm of his hand is large enough to cup them whole. You try to keep your mind from straying to what else of him might be so large, but it is truly the only thing in your head. 

You knew that losing your maidenhead would be a mite uncomfortable. But you imagine it might be worse with a man so large.  

“You’re sure about this, m’lady?”

“Hm?” Your eyes snap back up to Dunk and you frown. “Of course.”

“It’s just, you seem… nervous, I suppose.”

“Well, you must admit, you are quite large. Your size would be daunting to any woman.” Dunk frowns and you reach up to take his hands. The very ones he seems to have forgotten are resting on your breasts. 

“I am entirely sure about this, Ser, relax.” Odd, that you’re the one calming the knight, considering you’re the one about to be defiled. No matter, a shy man is all the better than a cruel one. 

You guide his hands back to your dress, reaching for his breeches. He gives a firm nod before undoing your laces and tugging the collar of your dress down. You swallow thickly, pulling at his pants and immediately freezing at what rests between them. 

“Gods,” you mutter. Dunk dips his head, claiming your lips as he tugs the sleeves from your arms. You’re grateful for the distraction, not interested in lingering long on the sheer girth of what’s supposed to fit within you. 

How do whores do this? You wonder.

His calloused hands smooth along the planes of your body, squeezing at your waist before your dress is pooling on the floor. You hold tight to his arms, stepping free from it as you lead him toward the bed. 

Dunk’s knees hit the edge and he sits obediently, hands smoothing around your hips as he stares up at you. He seems to be fine doing things on your terms, which makes it easier but even more overwhelming. 

“I must admit, I have not done this often.”

“No,” he grins a little, hands dropping to your thighs. You jolt at how he squeezes, warmth filling you. With such grace you hardly notice, Dunk urges you forward, leading you until you’re sitting on his lap. “You’re quite bold, then.”

“I try to be,” you offer. “So,” you’re not sure there’s any good way to ask how you’re meant to begin. Dunk seems to understand your hesitation well enough. 

And for a man with comments about your own boldness, he certainly doesn’t hesitate to dip his hand between your legs. “Oh,” your hips jolt forward at the rough feel of his fingers gliding through your slick. You bite your lip, afraid of what embarrassing sounds might escape you. 

“‘Nough of that,” Dunk scolds, hand coming up to tug your lip from between your teeth. His fingers delve a little deeper this time, a shallow dip into your opening that does have a strange sound escaping you. He seems to like it well enough, laughing slightly as he kisses you again. 

You're grateful for the distraction from what he's doing to you. Such quick enjoyment is surprising. The stories you’ve heard from others all seem to revolve around men being fast and the women with nothing but newfound soreness between their thighs. 

“Ser,” you pull back, slightly breathless as you smile. “Would you mind if I…” your hands prod at his shoulders and he nods, dropping back against the pillows. You plant your hands on his chest, shifting higher up his legs as you get yourself comfortable. 

Dunk waits until you’re still, head dropping to kiss him once more, to slowly insert one thick finger inside of you. It’s enough to still you completely, breath hitched as you get used to the foreign sensation. It’s almost like a pressure, one move away from simply combusting. Dunk doesn’t note your hesitation very well, alcohol still thick on his tongue as he kisses you. 

You wish you’d been able to get another ale before the guards had come in. Perhaps with a proper buzz about your brain, you’d be able to think a little less. 

Your hips move in tandem with his hand, slowly accustoming yourself to the rhythm as you begin to grow used to the feeling. But just as soon as it feels less intrusive, he brings his thumb up to your core, swiping clumsy circles over your bundle of nerves. 

“Gods,” you gasp against his lips, hips jolting roughly. 

“This alright?” He mutters, his free hand swiping your hair from your shoulder as he kisses a messy line down your neck. 

“Mm” you release a high pitched hum and simply nod. “Very good,” you squeak, legs beginning to tremble slightly at the effort it takes to hold yourself up. 

Something begins to build inside you. It ebbs and flows, building upon that pressure in your core. Your hips chase the feeling, teeth bite your lip bloody as you suck in a sharp breath. But just as it begins to crest, Dunk pulls his hand away and you're left cold. 

“Ser,” you gasp, surprising yourself with your own irritation. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, frowning slightly. “You just don’t look very comfortable.”

“Well,” you take in the strain on your hips and reluctantly nod. “Perhaps not.” 

“Here,” the ease with which Dunk flips you over is staggering. But you shouldn’t expect anything less from such a big man. He kneels between your legs, now, large hands keeping your thighs spread as he positions himself between them. 

This is it, then. The moment you finally become a true woman. 

Perhaps you’re less prepared than you thought. Your eyes clench shut as you suck in a deep breath, fists balling into the sheets. 

Dunk pauses, hands stilling along your legs. You wait for the inevitable, the sharp pain between your legs or the feeling of being split in two. But it doesn’t come. Peaking an eye open, you see Dunk staring down at you with a furrow in his brow. 

“Are you… Are you a maiden, m’lady?” Your lips part, no clever lie coming in time. Dunk jerks back like he’s been burned. He throws himself down on the end of the bed, hastily grabbing a pillow and attempting to cover his lap. And the sword that rests between those legs. 

“Ser-“

“You misled me, lady. I didn’t think you to be untouched.”

With a huff, you sit up, settling yourself beside him and trying to ignore just how naked the pair of you are. “I did not intend to trick you, Ser. It’s just- The men in the village and those that pass through it are not good men. I saw you and there was something about you that made me think you were the last good man I would see for a long time."

You turn to him, cupping his cheek and tilting his head so he might meet your eye. “I didn’t intend to lie, sweet knight. I just thought you might be the right sort of man to help me understand what it means to be a woman. You seem to have a kind enough touch. I did not think I would fear pain at your hands.”

He remains silent for a moment before finally lifting his blue eyes to meet your own. “Do you? Fear pain?”

“No,” you tell him softly. Slowly, you reach over and tug at the pillow in his lap. It slips from his grip easily, and you mount his legs, taking its place. “I do not fear you, sweet knight. Do you fear me?”

Dunk lets out a little scoff and shakes his head. You reach for his wrists and plant them low on your hips. “Then touch me again, Dunk. Show me what a proper lover is.”

His brows furrow and you nod your head encouragingly. His hands hover over you before you kiss him again, hoping to ease his worries. Slowly, they drop back to your hips, squeezing, before he’s tugging you closer. 

Your breath hitches are your core catches along the tip of his cock. His own hips jolt at the noise, thick fingers tightening around your curves until you think the imprints of him might haunt you for the next few nights. Chasing the pleasurable feeling of what you hadn’t been able to finish before, you grind your hips down harder, canting them at an angle so you can drag along more of him. 

He lets out a sweet-sounding groan, the husky noise like oil to the flames of your lust. “I want you to feel good,” he whispers. Some part of you warms at the care in his voice. The earnest truth he holds within his blue eyes. 

The Gods had blessed you tonight. With a true knight and a good man. “Alright,” you nod, pulling back and admiring the glossy sheen along his lip from how thoroughly he’s kissed you. “Show me.”

Dunk needs no further encouragement. His arms tighten under your thighs and you let out a short squeal as he stands, carrying you as if you were hardly burdensome at all. He kneels on the bed, lowering you carefully and keeping your legs hooked around his hips. You keep your eyes on his, not wanting to look down and see what would happen. 

Despite hardly knowing him, you do trust him. You trust that he’ll do his best to ease the discomfort. Besides, your pleasure has been taunted and ripped away from you enough that you’re painfully needy for him to just be inside you. 

Dunk’s eyes dart up to yours once more before he slowly begins to ease his way inside you. It does sting; it’s not entirely pleasant as he has to practically bully himself within untouched walls. “Are you alright?” He asks, pulling back like he might try to leave. 

“Please,” you tighten your legs around him, hands drifting up to his shoulders as you nod. “Don’t stop,” it’s an effort to keep the grimace off your face as he nods, slowly continuing. But you cannot take this agonizing wait much longer, the sting has begun to subside. The pain makes way for something more pleasurable. And your patience snaps. 

You buck your hips up, aiding him and he lets out a low noise that has shivers racing along your spine. “Don’t,” he mutters. His head dips between his shoulders and he lets out a shaky sigh. “Bloody hell, you’re tight.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you, hands tracing their way from his well-rounded shoulders up to his jaw. “Please, Dunk,” you abandon the formalities of his knightly title, finally, and tilt your hips once more. There is a heavy pressure inside of you, building and mounting the longer he sits within you. You cannot take it. You need something to make this infuriating pressure release. 

Dunk nods and begins moving his hips. Slowly at first, before the tight pull of your walls is too enchanting for him to resist. You toss your head back, teeth gritted as a low moan escapes you while the sting completely disappears.

There is nothing left of your mind. Nothing left of you but this heavy feeling of him inside you. This even heavier feeling of his weight atop yours, pressing you further into the mattress as his rough hands tilt your pelvis up toward him. 

You can feel the pleasure growing, like a tingle along your tongue, trickling down your throat and blooming across every nerve as you begin to match his movements. Unpracticed hips, clumsy as they try to chase the mounting release he had denied you not so long ago. 

“Gods,” he grunts low in your ear, soft sounds that you hadn’t expected from such a large man. But they only serve to entice you further. Your nails dig into his skin as his hands greedily trace over your body. Enjoying every inch you allow him access to. 

When the pleasure begins to grow into something overwhelming, an alien feeling you had not encountered before, you search for something to sink your teeth into. Something to ease some of the pressure. His arm is particularly enticing as you lean forward, digging the blunt ends of your teeth into him as the pressure finally explodes. 

Pleasure, blinding and so unfamiliar, bursts through your body. It numbs the tips of your toes and lingers until you feel like every nerve is alive with only the feeling of him. At the tight pulse of your walls, his hips begin to lose their rhythm, his grunts and groans growing breathier, heavier in your ear as he reaches his own peak. And when you begin to feel him pull away, the entire purpose of your trip to the inn returns to you with shocking clarity. 

Your feet lock around his hips, your walls tighten until you can feel the warmth of him spill inside you, filling you completely before spilling between your legs and messing the sheets. Dunk's arms tighten around you as he falls onto his side. You let out a shuddering breath, temple damp with sweat as he rolls you with him. 

He remains inside you a while longer, a feeling you welcome as your core still aches with this new pleasure you doubt you will ever taste so strongly again.

“That…” you shake your head, trailing off as you bury your face in his chest. You have no words and no proper amount of thanks that will ever show him just how grateful you are to him. How grateful you are for what freedom he has provided you tonight. Even if he does not know. 

A clumsy hand brushes some hair from your cheek and you glance back up at him. He wears a sheepish smile, his other palm smoothing along the side of your waist. “Are you alright? Do you hurt much?”

A smile pulls at your lips, unbidden, and you shake your head. “You were perfect, my sweet knight,” you promise, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Just as I knew you would be.”

Dunk’s already flushed face seems to burn brighter as he pulls you closer. You should have known he would not be like another man. He would not simply kick you from his bed once the deed was done. But you are still filled with warmth as you wrap your arms around him in turn. 

Your head lay on his chest for a few hours more, until you could see the beginnings of morning light starting to seep through the clouds. He has long since slept, his breathing deep and even beneath you. But you could not, deciding to instead enjoy the last few hours of your life before you return home. 

Sadly, you can delay no further. You attempt to slip from Dunk’s hold, but the man is twice as thick as a castle wall. The weight of his arm across you proves a valiant foe as you writhe and turn, trying to escape without waking him up. By the time you manage, you can already hear the songbirds greeting one another with their morning tune. 

“Gods,” you hiss, rushing through the room and hastily recollecting your clothes. You draw your dress on, fingers rapidly doing up the laces, before tossing on your cloak. You run to the door and gingerly pull it open before pausing. You turn and give Dunk one last look, the sweet set of his face and his hair mussed from sleep. 

“Farewell, sweet knight,” you whisper, before slipping back into the shadows. 

“Ser! Ser!” 

Dunk jolts up, head pounding from too much ale the night before. And stress. 

That wild woman, dragging him up to her rooms like some barbarian. He can’t say he didn’t enjoy himself. But rarely does he meet a woman so bold. 

He runs a hand through his hair, glancing around the room and frowning. You’ve gone, your dress and cloak gone with you. The spot you had been lying is cold beside him. It’s not as if he had expected you to stay to break your fast. But he still can’t help the disappointment that sours his mood. 

Egg pounds on the door some more and Dunk groans, tugging on his pants, and throwing it open. “What?” he snaps. 

Egg stands before him, arms crossed and face unimpressed. “You told me to wake you at dawn. I have tried all morning, and you’ve just lain in bed like a lump. Let’s go, Ser!”

Egg races back down the stairs and Dunk scoffs. The boy seems to forget he’s meant to be Dunk’s squire, not the other way around. Dunk can’t even count how many times Ser Arlan left him waiting in the stables after a night with a woman. At least Egg had his own room to rest in last night. 

With a low grumble, Dunk dresses and heads outside. Egg is already waiting with the horses, holding the reins as he huffs and puffs at Dunk’s slow pace. His stomach is full of nothing but ale and whatever pitiful meal he ate last night. He doubts they’ll be making much progress getting through the Reach today. 

“Alright, boy,” he grumbles. “On with ya.” Egg sucks in a sharp breath and nods, proudly leading the horses forward. Dunk might try to take Thunder from him, but the damnable horse seems to like the squire better than he does his own master. 

Dunk and Egg are almost through the village when they hear it. The loud screech of a woman and then a man screaming, “You whore!”

Dunk pauses, hand on the hilt of his sword as he turns toward the noise. A fine enough stone house, just behind him, hosts a fat, old man on the porch. His face is burning red, eyes near bulging from his skull as he drags a woman by her hair from the house. She lets out a pained noise as he tosses her into the mud. 

Her head lifts, eyes vengeful and full of fury. Dunk startles, pulling back when he realizes he recognizes her. “Ser,” Egg starts. “Isn’t that the lady from last night?”

“It is,” Dunk mutters, already moving toward you. Egg lingers behind him, keeping the horses calm as the man continues to shout. 

“You have ruined everything! All that I’ve done for you-”

“For you, father,” you spat back at him. He lifts his hand, the back of his palm cracking against your cheek so harshly that you fall back to the mud. 

“That’s enough, sir,” Dunk calls, racing over toward you. Your head lifts, eyes wide in surprise. 

“Ser?” You mutter. 

“I will thank you to stay out of this,” your father hisses at Dunk. Eyeing him disdainfully. “This is a matter between me and my whore of a daughter.”

“Yes, your whore of a daughter,” you laugh, taking the hand that Dunk holds out to you and getting to your feet. You stumble, the hem of your dress weighed down by the thick layer of mud coating you. “Exactly what I would have been if I’d let you marry me to the baron!”

“He would have saved us!” Your father snaps, lifting his hand again. 

Dunk steps between the two of you and the old man falters. “I don’t know what’s going on here-”

“No, you don’t!” Your father snaps, leaning around Dunk to glare at you. 

“But,” Dunk continues, voice firm as he glares down at the old man. “You hit her again and I’ll take your hand,” he threatens. You let out a small gasp behind him as color drains from your father. 

“How about you take her?” Your father hisses. “Since you seem to enjoy her so badly.” He tosses a bag at your feet and storms back into his home, the door slamming behind him. Dunk turns toward you, immediately, hands hovering over you as he takes in the steadily growing welt on your face. 

“Are you alright?”

You grimace and spit blood into the mud, rubbing your jaw. “Fine enough. I believe you have saved me once again, Ser. I’m in your debt.”

Dunk shakes his head, bending to pick up the bag and hand it to you. You mutter a quiet thanks, eyes trained on the ground as you wad up the material in your hands. “What’s happened?” He asks. 

You suck in a sharp breath and offer him a cold smile. “Would you mind escorting me from town? I’ll tell you on the way.” He frowns, confused by the request, but nods, offering you his arm as you struggle in your mud-heavy skirt. 

“Here, lady,” he offers, taking the bag from you so you might be able to lift your skirts and walk easier. You send him an appreciative smile, not speaking until you’re back with the horses and Egg. 

“Where to start,” you mutter to yourself, ignoring the odd look Dunk and Egg exchange behind your back. “The baron that rules this land is generous in all ways except in kindness,” you tell him, glancing over your shoulder to ensure you hold his attention.

“He has gone through five young wives in the past two years, none of them lasting long enough to bear him his heir. My father sold my hand to him for a rather sizeable dowry. I did not intend to die at the hands of that man. I apologize, Ser, but when you and I…”

You trail off, shooting him a suggestive look. “Fucked?” Dunk offers. 

“Gods above,” your eyes shoot wide and you glance over at Egg. “I was trying to spare the child, man.”

“Pardon, ma’am, but I rarely ever get a room to myself. I’m no fool,” Egg tells you with a knowing look. 

Your brow furrows and you shake your head. “Fine, then. Yes, when we lay together, it was to sully my reputation and virtue. To spoil myself before the baron took me as his sixth wife.” You glance up through your lashes, lips falling into something apologetic. “I am sorry, Ser. I do not mean to make you feel used or lied to. Truly, it was the only way to escape this hellish village.”

Dunk glances down at his boots, letting out a low sigh. Being lied to is never a grand feeling, but he is not hurt nor offended. Merely upset with himself that he failed to see you were hiding something. Perhaps he could have helped you without you having to sully yourself with him. 

“Where will you go now?” Egg asks. 

You cast your eyes back to Dunk before shaking your head. “I have nowhere to go. I doubt my father even put enough coin in that bag to buy myself a meal at the next inn.”

Egg glances between you and Dunk before smiling. “You should travel with us, ma’am.”

“Egg,” Dunk hisses, glaring at the boy. 

You offer him a sorry smile. “I do not want to impose on either of your travels, lad. But thank you. No, I suppose I will just have to wander,” you briefly glance toward Dunk before letting out a weary sigh. “Trade what I can for food and shelter. Trade myself if I have to. One must do all they can to survive-”

“You should travel with us,” Dunk interrupts, the guilt of your musings lying heavy on his shoulders. He does not enjoy the idea of you having to sell yourself on the side of the road for a measly piece of bread. 

You clap your hands together, eagerly smiling up at him. “Truly, Ser?” With a low huff and a slight grimace, he nods, seeing no other choice in the matter. Not with the way you and his impish squire have backed him into such an uncomfortable corner. 

“I swear, I will not be a burden upon you. Except…” you laugh slightly and offer a small smile. “I do not know how to build a fire. Or fish or hunt. And most skills you need for this life, I lack. But, if you teach me, I swear that it will be like I am not even here!”

Dunk lets out a low groan, rubbing his brows as he shakes his head. You and Egg both watch him expectantly before he finally lifts his gaze to yours. You trip over the hem of your skirt, struggling through the mud in your slippers. 

“Why don’t you sit on Thunder? So your legs don’t tire?” He offers, holding his hand out to you. 

“Oh, thank you, you are too kind to me, truly.”

“Nonsense,” he mutters, taking your waist in his hands and helping you onto the horse. 

“Ser, my legs are growing quite tired-”

“Good,” Dunk glares down at Egg. “A squire should be strong. A bit of pain will toughen you up.” Egg lets out a belligerent huff, glaring over at Dunk before stubbornly marching ahead. A gentle hand lands on Dunk’s shoulder and he looks over at you. 

“Thank you, Ser,” you whisper, an earnest appreciation in your eyes. “I owe my life to you.”

“No,” Dunk pats your hand, unsure how he’s meant to treat you now. “You don’t, m’lady.”

An impish look passes across your face as you withdraw your hand. His shoulder feels cold without the touch.

“Hm,” you hum. “I will find a way to repay you. One you will much appreciate,” you swear, and that gleam in your eyes sends a hot rush of blood to his cheeks.

The laugh you let out has him worrying over what sort of a woman he’s just invited to his company. He supposes he’ll find out soon enough. 

a/n: I don’t know if you guys have noticed yet but talking + sex = not my forte lol

It’s been so long since I’ve written smut that I fear I’ve lost my touch, but I will brave that embarrassment for a bite of this beefy man (my uterus has sent me into my monthly bout of lust if ya couldn’t tell😭)

Belle’s currently feeling:

end. — I do not own the characters or the show A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2026. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

You never intended to get entangled with any of the other contestants. You could smile and cheer together, but it wasn’t a secret how quickly that relationship could turn sour. Mixing any type of deeper attachments just seemed like a bad idea.

But you fucked up horribly, one thing leading to another, with you in the arms of a man named Thanos, who said just the right words at the time.

You promised yourself that one time was it, you wouldn’t slip up again. You couldn’t afford to slip up anyway.

“Thanos.. go away.” You murmured, courteous of the other contestants around you. You wondered if the two of you were the only ones awake.

Through the dimmed room you could spot Thanos tilting his head, elbow pressing against your bed as he leaned closer.

“C’mon don’t be like that.. just checking on you.”

You rolled your eyes, growing more frustrated by the minute. You desperately wanted sleep- actually, you needed it. You refused to suffer the next morning, especially since your life was literally on the line. You adjusted your pillow, basically staring daggers into the man.

“I’m fine, now, go to your own bed—“

“And.. I’m also cold.”

You blinked rapidly, nearly slapping that stupid smile right off his face. You decided to turn your back to him, ignoring that soft sound of disapproval he released.

“Wear your jacket or something.. hell— steal your friend’s blanket. Just let me sleep.”

You chose to ignore the second sound he released, which seemed to be an unusually pitiful whine, mixed with an obnoxious groan. You wanted to tell him off for his volume, but decided not to— trying to seem as stern as possible so he could finally leave you alone.

But Thanos wasn’t the type to let up, something you quickly learned the moment you met him. Seeing as his fingers began to graze your blanket, rising closer just so his lips were hovering over your ear.

“But you’re right here.. can’t we share some warmth until morning? You wouldn’t want me to freeze, right?”

Thanos’s words were tempting, as usual. Whether you liked to admit it or not, he knew just what to say. Which is why you called him a devil, a sickening demon with that silver tongue.

You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to fight mind over matter. Not only was this bad for your sleep, you were also at risk for breaking some unknown rule. And if you got shot over cuddling, you would definitely haunt this place like a vengeful spirit.

But in the end you gave in, the reason fleeting at the moment. You could only focus on the fact he would hopefully shut up when he got what he wanted. So, wordlessly, you brought up the blanket behind you; hearing his small giddy voice as he climbed in with you.

At least the man was nice enough to allow most of the blanket to cover you, the rest of your exposed self covered by his larger frame. Thanos made quick work of wrapping his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him as his face found your neck.

“You have to leave before morning.”

Whether acknowledging you or not, the man just let out a hum, lips treading across your warm skin in the process. With a shiver you attempted to focus on sleep, admitting to yourself that the extra warmth was comforting. It also allowed you to truly relax, knowing your back was covered— literally.

Your hand found the back of his, fingers spreading along it as your eyes settled shut. You felt your self slipping in slowly, body growing heavier as that relaxation began to reach its peak.

Only to tumble down the moment you felt a thumb play at the waistband of your pants.

“Thanos..”

“Hm?”

You slowly turned your head, tight-lipped and squinting at him through the darkness. “Don’t fucking hm, me— what are you doing?”

The shit-eating grin that developed was telling, his thumb now slithering under your shirt and rubbing small circles into your skin.

“Not a thing.. yet.”

“We’re supposed to be sleeping!”

The man was quick to raise his free hand, placing a taunting finger to his lips. “Don’t wake the others Señorita, that’ll be just plain rude.” The circles on your skin continued, Thanos closer as his lips brushed against your own yet didn’t fully touch.

“This will help you sleep better. Erasing alll your worries in the blink of an eye.” He breathed, eyes flicking low as if attempting to see beneath the blanket. Instead his hand did the seeing for him, fingers breaching your pants and underwear; tips stroking your soft cunt. He couldn’t help the little twitch of a smile the moment he felt you release a strangled breath, using two long fingers to spread you open to his hand.

And when your lips parted to speak, his own covered them; a gentle kiss that caused your mind to grow dizzy. You couldn’t help your legs spreading, hand wrapping around Thanos’s wrist the moment you felt him at your clit. He rolled his thumb so perfectly, applying delicious pressure to the little bud that caused you to see stars.

The moment you needed to breathe you regretted leaving his lips, seeing as you struggled to keep your voice down. He wasn’t even touching you much yet here you were, panting and releasing the softest moan. With a quick raise of your hand, you covered your mouth— teeth biting into the flesh the moment you felt a finger slowly sink into your wetness.

“Wish I could see..” The soft comment made you groan softly, hips rising the moment he began to piston his finger. Within moments a second was joining, scissoring you open and plunging deeper then your own fingers could. Your eyebrows knitted close, the pain of your bite washing away with each thrust of his digits.

“Thanos.. please..”

“Oh no.. keep your voice to yourself— I wouldn’t want anyone else to hear how pretty you sound.”

As usual his words held such a teasing tone, face moving back to your neck to kiss and bite gently. Even with his small request the man wasn’t making the situation any easier, especially when his thumb moved right back to your sensitive clit; rubbing those same dizzy inducing circles.

You felt way too good right now, your body practically shaking with how much you struggled to keep in. The thought of anyone waking up right now with you in this state — under the mercy of a certain purple-haired, tattooed rapper — was a thought you couldn’t even imagine without your heart pounding with anxiety.

The best thing to do would be to push him off before things progressed. You hadn’t a clue how far he wanted to take this, nor did you think it would end in time for the lights to cut on. And Thanos wasn’t a creep, he would listen to you the moment you expressed actual discomfort from the situation. But you weren’t, that pain you felt all day, that anguish; did truly wash away in seconds just from the flick of his fingers.

The thrusts against your velvety, soaked walls were perfect— your eyes rolling to find your skull the moment the ferocity increased. A metallic taste invaded your mouth from how bad you were biting yourself, but you didn’t care; it was a concern for morning [Name], not horny [Name] who was currently being cared for by the hottest contestant in this god forsaken place.

“Oh, all this clenching— you’re close aren’t you? Can barely get my fingers out.”

The smile in his speech was obvious, breath fanning against your skin as he urged you more and more; curling his fingers just right to hear your muffled sounds peak into a small squeal.

Your nails dragged across his tattooed hand, feeling it flex with each movement of his fingers. Your mind was growing cloudy, barely being able to register the words that were being pressed right against your ear.

“How about I get a taste, huh? Wanna come all in my mouth, mama.. it’ll be such an easy clean up.”

Before you could even think to speak Thanos was pulling his hand out from within you. You had little time to protest when you felt him grabbing your blanket, pulling it over his body as he crawled down your own. Your eyes slowly widened, realizing his words and actions; a new sheen of sweat finding your skin. Your nerves were on fine at this point, inner mind screaming to tell him to do anything else but that.

However, the moment you felt him pulling down your pants and his lips finding your pretty cunt, all hope was lost. The back of your head quickly found your pillow, hand going right back to your mouth to bite down even harsher than before. His tongue exited his mouth in a long stride, gliding across your wet center, and parting you easily.

Thanos created similar ministrations with the tip of his tongue like his thumb, circling your bud and slowly pulling it between his lips. There, he began to suck, the sound noisy but muffled by your blankets and other’s snoring.

Muffled gasps pushed against your skin, hips rising and legs closing around his head; bringing him even closer to you. The peak that was steadily approached seemed to pick up speed far too quickly, your mind turning to mush.

No more were you number so-so, victim to madmen and their sick games. No, you were simply [Name], moaning wantonly with little care for the environment around you.

Your other hand slithered under the blanket, finding his hair and tugging the soft tresses; feeling them stick between the gaps of your fingers. Shamelessly you rubbed against his face, desperate for that sweet release. Your pussy convulsed with each struggled breath you took, stars impeding your vision as you got closer and closer.

You felt it before you heard it, Thanos’s sweet urges right into your pussy. His wet words of make me a mess, pretty girl— don’t hold back on me now, causing you to tip over the line.

His mouth latched to you, drinking up your release as if you tasted better than any drug within his cross. It didn’t help he was practically praising your taste, a sloppy groan being delivered right into your pussy. Gingerly, Thanos licked you clean, assuring not a single drop was left.

Only when the man was fully satisfied did he let up, climbing up from the blanket and popping his head out to look down at you.

“See, it helped— you can barely keep your eyes open right now.”

You released a soft breath, a mix of a chuckle and a sigh as you stared up at the man. “You gonna let me sleep now?” You spoke softly, watching his wet lips curl into a gentle smile.

“Of course. Good night, [Name].”

money can't buy you happiness, but it does give you a lot of other things. connection, power over other people, good education, and so much more. it wasn't an issue for you before, your status in life. you've always thought to yourself that knowledge is all you need to counter this passed down poverty. that the city kids will be no match to you, they wouldn't matter because your focus is your studies and nothing at all.

but you're wrong. totally and horribly mistaken.

because these city kids are in a different breeds. they are cruel, evil, and brave. money can manipulate a lot of things, right? even people. even school. even morals.

some of them are tolerable. just the stares filled with full judgment, teasing you, some rude remarks from side to side, calling you 'poor' or a 'commoner', those stuff. nothing you cannot handle.

but one of them--yang jungwon is different. not in a way that some people expect guys in stories to turn out. a rich kid who's nice towards all the students in school? no. jungwon is trouble. jungwon is evil. chaos in a form of beauty.

you can’t remember the exact reason or how it all started. jungwon just made it his hobby to make your daily life a struggle.

but he on the other hand, knew exactly when did it all started. it was one afternoon, he's attending this one minor subject. it's not like he was there in his will, but mostly because he's only down to one chance until the professor drops him. so he forced himself and tries to convince himself that it'll be just for two hours. looking back to it now, he's so glad he made that decision.

students who's part of the scholar program usually don't catch his attention. they're too boring to make fun of, always too scared to fight back towards him. his fun only last for a while and then later on it will wear off. but with you, it's different. despite not being part of the elite circle, you don't act like the other scholars. you don’t kiss anybody else’ feet just so they can spare you.

you always have this way of presenting yourself. there's this elegance and grace that surrounds you all the time. too gentle and peaceful that he just wants to ruin everything. he wants to ruin you.

one time in a class where your literature teacher asked for what the whole class thinks about the book pride and prejudice. as expected, most of the volunteers to answer are students part of the scholar program.

it was normal. students like you can’t be caught slacking. you have things to prove, grades that you need to maintain.

“i liked how elizabeth was never scared to voice out her thoughts and emotions. despite her not being wealthy, she have the courage to reject security if it compromises self-respect."

a few students nods, your professor smiles silently while listening attentively. you start to feel confidence blooming inside your chest.

“she knew what she wanted for herself and so she won’t settle for any less. she’s educated—”

“loving to read doesn’t automatically make her educated.” jungwon cuts through your sentence making you glance at his direction.

he’s not even raising his hand nor standing up to answer. he have his back leaning to his chair, expression almost bored. but his eyes are sharp. focused entirely at you. the whole class fell silent while the teacher doesn’t even know how she can scold him for interrupting. she’s too scared to even do that.

“and she sure does not settle for less since she went for darcy and he’s got the money, right?” his smirk made you frown.

you didn’t feel intimidated by it even just for a little. if anything, you find it petty for him to state it that way. it’s no doubt that he has read the whole book, and with the way he discusses his opinion you’re sure he’s also a smart person.

it’s just his point of view and the way he view women in the book.

“if that’s the case, she wouldn’t be rejecting him the first time. she would be—”

“she married him anyway, by the end. she's not that great like how you're trying to make her seem like.” he cuts you off again. “you admire her because she reject a proposal once, but in the end, she still accepts it. nothing's changed—”

“that's not true. to start with, she rejected him because of his arrogance and only accepted him after he corrects his prejudice. he has to change and he did, so he's marries into integrity. pride is not attractive neither power. it's an insecurity disguised as superiority." you interrupted him this time, voice firm and clear. it was obvious that you are not scared of jungwon. not even a bit.

“mr. darcy is ideal not because of his wealth, but because he sees elizabeth as his equal.” the way you fought for your stand against jungwon caught everyone off-guard.

they looked around the whole room like as if some gruesome crime just happened. the teacher’s eyes pans from you then back at jungwon, checking his reaction.

he’s grinning, but his jaw ticked while staring straight at you. he already expected for you to be different, but you surpassed his expectations. you’re more than that. you’re interesting and it’s making him all riled up.

after that, jungwon doesn’t leave you alone. embarrassing you, calling you names, humiliate you. he's always around, lurking. sometimes quiet, sometimes demanding. most of the time you felt like you're a prey being hunted by your predator.

"wait." his playful tone rings your ears and snapped you back to reality.

jungwon leans downwards so he can see your face more clearly, his dark eyes scanning you carefully. "are those tears?" he says, taunting.

you blinked, stare remaining sharp towards him. he doesn't look shaken up, if anything it riled him up even more. jungwon is the epitome of pure evil. just like usual, he has you trapped again. one student told you that one of the faculty teachers asked for you at the east wing of the library.

it was an isolated part. you should have expected that no teacher will summon a student at this part of the library. of course it has something to do with jungwon.

he tilted his head as you lower your head, avoiding his gaze. he clicked the side of his cheeks before grabbing your chin, forcing to make you face him once again.

“did i say to look away?”

jungwon's grip on your chin tightens as his grin grew wider. "you look pathetic whenever you're like this." he whispers dangerously. his thumb caress your skin, warm and hot.

“eyes full of tears and lips flushed.” his tone calm yet dangerous.

"just admit that you like it. that you're craving for this…” he stated, his nose grazing yours as he inch his face closer. “that you crave for me.”

you pursed your lips shut as you continuously chatter inside your mind that nothing he’s saying right now is true.

"that's all for me, right? those tears, the fear…" his eyes remains dark, tone demanding, making your throat feel tight. your mind all fuzzy and core unwillingly going wet. his cat-like eyes that suppose to look innocent, but now tainted with pure dominance makes your knees go weak. "…you." he continues.

your eyes glanced away, unable to handle the tension. jungwon doesn't need to hear your confirmation. his lips curled upward after realizing that you not saying anything is a silent confirmation for him. with the way your hands are tightly balled into fists, teeth biting hard on your lips, and your thighs closing. he knew at the back of your mind, you want this.

even before he can say something else, someone cuts him off.

"what's going on here?"

your eyes opens and both of you snapped your heads to the side. sunoo stands by the end of the shelves jungwon just trapped you onto. his usual soft eyes darted at him with sharpness and then worry will flicker towards them when he’s looking at you.

jungwon leans away unwillingly as your hand unconsciously ran across your uniform to flatten or fix it. standing awkwardly.

he tilts his head while eyeing sunoo with his piercing gaze, “nothing.” he answered with so much ease and the tension didn’t even break. if anything, the air felt thicker.

they both stared at each other, nobody’s talking. you gulped, feeling a bit guilty that somehow you’re causing yet again another heavy tension between the twins.

yes, twins. it was hard for you to keep it in mind and somehow still find it fascinating that the two of them are brothers. not because they look nothing the same, but more on because they’re the complete opposite.

sunoo, the elder twin, is the campus sweet heart. he’s very nice and friendly around almost everybody in the campus. an achiever, president of journalism club, sunshine and despite being part of the elite circle, he treats all the students fairly.

on the other hand, jungwon is a complete trouble. academically, he’s competitive. he is smart, you’ll be honest. but his personality is just rotten into the bone. his soft features will be completely ignored once he flashes that grin of his. he’s the captain of the rugby team, mainly why some of your fellow scholar schoolmates said that he’s very full of himself. money and fame? not a good combination. not to mention that their parents kind of favored him a lot since, although they’re twins, jungwon’s practically still the youngest.

“then i can ask for y/n, right? one of the teacher’s looking for her.” sunoo finally breaks the silence.

jungwon slide his hands inside his pocket then smirks, “as expected from the teacher’s pet, huh?” then he pans his attention back at you. his dimple deep, eyebrows cocked upwards as he stare down at you.

“anyways, i can have my fun next time.” then he leaned downwards so you two can be eye level.

“i’ll see you around, y/n.” it supposed to sound friendly, but instead it came out more as a warning. and hearing it coming from jungwon made chills run down your spine.

he left the two of you alone along with the heavy air. sunoo lets out a sigh, the tense on his shoulders slowly leaving. he walks closer then flash you a worried look.

“is he bothering you too much?” he asks carefully.

ever since jungwon started messing around you, sunoo has been the one saving you from his own brother. he’s pretty much doing damage control and always sets his brother back towards his line.

the other rich kids, which you believe is their friends, are no match to jungwon. it’s either they just join along because they’re mean too or they’e just too afraid go against him.

sunoo, on the other hand is not afraid of him.

the first time sunoo calls out his brother was when he embarrassed you in the cafeteria.

you remembered being stoked at how pretty and fancy the school’s cafeteria was. it was nothing like your previous school. jungwon who’s sat at the middle table, his group the center of attention, caught you the moment you walked inside.

his grin appears his face and quickly headed your way. he waited until you finished getting your food and when you’re about to walk pass him, like he didn’t matter at all, he nudge your tray causing it to splatter all over the floor.

you jolted and glanced at your ruined uniform. then eyes dropped down on the wasted food before it flew towards jungwon.

he looked too pissed for someone who caused the trouble. eyes are automatically set on your direction, all intrigued and curious.

the other scholar students quietly lower their heads or glanced away from the scene, obviously too scared to step in or get involved in any way. who would want to? who will even try? going against jungwon basically means you can also kiss your scholarship goodbye. he’s that influential.

he scoffed and stepped closer to you. just so he can get a much better view of that pretty face. of those eyes. they looked scared, and yet he couldn’t see any sign of submission. he almost laughed out loud, but he stops himself.

“watch where you're going.” he stated full of sarcasm. his eyes dropped to his ruined hoodie that he wears as an outer for his uniform. it was stained.

"what will you do with this? you got your dirt on it." he says, a hint of annoyance lingers on his tone. he slowly trails his eyes back at you, chin up and stared down intimidatingly.

"you're the one who did this--"

"are you blaming me?" his brows cocked upwards, eyes daring.

you gulped, "i'm s-sorry." it was ridiculous for you. it wasn't even your fault, but you're forced to just say your apologies or else this won't end.

his grin grew wider, "your sorry won't fix this." he hissed.

"give it to me, i'll wash it myself."

"you'll just end up ruining it more."

you almost groaned after he said those words. he's unbelievable at this point. he kept messing with you, doesn't let you breath, cause all these trouble and by the end he's making you pay for things you didn't even do.

"then what do you want me to do?" you couldn't help but to raise your tone a little bit, slowly getting tired of all these games he's playing.

jungwon's thrilled seeing you pissed off by him. there's nothing more exciting than a prey trying to refuse and escape from their predator. that's what riles them up. the chase. it's a game for them.

he tilt his head, poke his cheeks using his tongue before trailing his eyes from your face, down to your whole body. instantly, you felt conscious. stomach churning, shivers running down your spine as he do that. it felt like you're standing in front of him naked, when you're fully dressed. his stare is that intense.

he leans closer, lips grazing over your ears.

"meet me at room by the end hallway. fifth floor." then he leans back to check your reaction. it was priceless, cheeks all flushed and eyes looked scared.

"but--"

"what's going on here?" you both snapped your head towards the side and saw how the crowed paved way for the newly arrived sunoo.

at first he looked concerned, then his face twist into a bit of anger. it was surprising how he can be able to muster such expression. you're too used seeing him smiling.

he was quick to step in between, shielding you from his own brother. the two of them stared darkly at each other. sunoo have this serious expression on his face while jungwon grinned, a bit pissed off that he's meddling once again.

"mind your own business." jungwon even pushes his brother over his shoulder. sunoo remained on his spot, unfazed.

"you should stop doing this jungwon, don't you think its time to act more matured now?"

jungwon scoffed at his face, "i'll do what i want to do and nobody can stop me." he tilts his head sideways, mocking him. his eyes darkens, jaw clenched before he looked at him from head to toe.

"not even you." he said those words a lot more quieter, but for some reasons it sounds more dangerous.

he stared back at sunoo's eyes before his eyes darted back at you.

"i'll see you, y/n."

jungwon already turns around, giving you a last warning not to think of even ditching him or else you won't like what he will do next. and somehow you knew that he's not bluffing.

you returned to your dorms real quick to change into a fresher uniform the rushes towards your class. all the time, jungwon's in your mind. the way he smirks, eyes sharp and dangerous. he is the type of person you should stay away from. he's mean and rude towards you. it was obvious that he sees you as someone beneath him, and yet for some reason something kept pulling you towards him.

your body automatically reacts to his actions. to his every words, to the way his lips stretched into a smirk, his brows cocks. it makes you feel hot inside and you know it's wrong.

the classes are over even before you know it and even after the other students already managed to leave the room, you're left inside. contemplating, thinking whether to meet him.

you slowly pushed the door of the vacant door. it made a creak sound that slightly made you feel nervous. the whole hallway is now quiet, no students can be seen around since all the afternoon classes are finished.

"ah, there you are..." jungwon's voice echoes to the whole room.

after scanning the place, you saw him sitting on a chair. he smirks and tilts his head while watching you standing awkwardly at the door. you looked scared and that's just perfect.

"i almost thought you ditched me there." he added then his tongue grazes his lips once.

"come inside, i don't bite." he says in a playful tone. you remained standing at your place, the grip on your bag tightened like as if you're trying to get some energy from it or else your knees are going to give out any second now.

the playful expression on his face fell instantly when you didn't do as he say. "come here, y/n or i'll drag you in myself." he says in a low tone that instantly made you follow.

the door behind you closed. every step you made, the smaller your distance with him got, the harder it is for you to breath. jungwon looks so hot and dangerous.

your hands stays gripping on the strap of your bag while trying so hard to keep an eye contact with yang jungwon. he’s just there, sat down while his legs manspread like a king sitting on his throne.

his eyes dark and dangerous. just by looking at it you can already tell that he has nothing good inside his mind. the corner of his lips curved upwards, showing that evil sexy grin.

“get rid of that bag.” he says and even tilt his chin as a gesture. he looked impatient.

“just tell me what you need me here for.” you finally managed to say despite the heavy air surrounding both of you.

jungwon didn’t liked your tone or the mere fact that you talked back to him. his eyes turned even darker, but his grin remains.

“did i say you can talk? get rid of that bag before i lose my patience.” he repeats with gritted teeth.

you stared at him for a while more and when he raised his brows at you, your hand slowly obliged. stripping off the bag before resting it on the ground.

“good.” he says, grin wider. “now get rid of that uniform vest and open your polo for me. let me see those breast.”

you blinked slower while looking at him like as if he just said the most hilarious thing in the world. your stomach drops, heart beats rapidly while showing a displeased expression.

“e-excuse me? no.” you rejected.

instantly, jungwon’s grin fell like some psychopath. “don’t wait for me to walk towards you and rip those clothes off from you.”

“j-jungwon, this is wrong. if someone caught us i will be expelled from my program—”

“sounds like a you problem.” he coldly uttered.

he’s evil. he’s arrogant, he’s spoiled rotten to the bones, he’s mean, he’s a brat, he’s trouble. and yet why does you body reacts to him? was he right all this time? that despite you knowing that all of this are wrong, at the back of your mind you want this. you crave for this kind of attention. validation? sick validation from a sick in the head type of person.

you stood there, helpless. mind a mess, battling whether to comply or just run away from there. but is that really the best solution for this? you know that either way it all ends with you losing that scholarship.

if you get on jungwon’s bad side, it’s very easy for him to pull his string of connections to manipulate the administers and kicked you out. if you do as he say, maybe… just maybe he will spare you and then won’t let you lose everything.

either way, it’s a risk.

you reached for your uniform vest and took it off. excitement sparks over jungwon’s eyes. he clenched his jaw, fist balls tightly along with his pants. he licked his lips, getting thirsty of you. he fought everything in him to stop himself from devouring you right here and then. it was that hard, he’s so close to losing his mind.

you opened the buttons of your polo, showing your laced bra.

“come kneel in front of me.”

even more hilarious request, but instead of calling him out for it you slowly obliged. once you’re kneeled in front of him like he wanted, he leaned forward. his eyes never left yours, like waiting for some kind of reaction. clearly, fear’s already flashing through it. what more does he want?

his hand reached for one of your breast to cup it. blood rushes to your face as you glance away, couldn’t keep his heated gaze. jungwon scoffed, feeling very excited then his eyes dropped to your breast that he’s cupping right now.

you kept on resisting and yet they fit so well to his hand like it’s sculpted just for him. he started caressing it outside of your bra. at first soft, then it started to get aggressive. his cock starting to get harder too.

he slides his hand inside your bra and now started touching you with his bare hands. it’s warm and big. you pursed your lips tightly, stopping any sounds to come out from you.

jungwon chuckles, finding it adorable. his fingers then started playing with the nub of your breast. they’re hard and aroused, just like how he wanted. he licked his lips once again, he’s starting to drool for it. wanting so bad to get it between his lips. lick and suck on it. but he needs to be patient.

“you don’t have to stop yourself, you know?” he taunt then started playing with your nipple even more. still, you refused to make a sound.

“let me hear you.” and his other hand reaches for your neck, grabbing it tightly enough. he leans closer dropping a kiss on your neck.

“fuck… smell so good.” he placed another kiss before you felt him pinching on your nipple making you let out a moan.

“nggh,” and that made him smirk.

“that’s more like it.” he pans your face so you could face him.

“let me taste that lips.” and without a warning crashes his own to yours. they’re warm and wet.

he groans, getting more aggressive with his kisses before leaning away. his brows furrowed hardly, jaw clenched.

“now suck my dick.”

when he pulled his hand away, he started unzipping his pants. it made your breath hitched from fear and anticipation. it was not a good combo. suffocating and scary, but the thought of what’s about to happen thrills your inner side.

this isn’t the first time jungwon talks to you in a nasty way. his can’t seem to keep his hands off of you as well whenever he’s around you. making it look like he hate or disgusted by you, but in reality jungwon’s growing crazy. all dark thoughts just for you.

“j-jungwon..” you stutter, eyes fixed at his erect cock. this isn’t the first time seeing one, but his sure is big. the tip is pink, already wet due to his precum. its length is decorated by pretty veins.

“what? don’t tell me you don’t know how to suck a dick?” he asks, taunting.

you gulped, feeling humiliated. ears so hot, as well as your cheeks. you kept staring at his eyes, unable to even say anything.

jungwon’s grin faded slowly at the realization that he is in fact right. he already has an idea that you’re innocent and a virgin. but to actually get a confirmation makes his mind go spiral.

“oh shit.” he cursed and slowly leaned back while staring right at you. he looked amused and excited making you feel embarrassed.

he scoffed, “that’s alright. there’s always a first time for everything.”

you looked at him sharply and was about to stand up but he quickly got a firm grip on your wrist. his eyes turning dark for a second.

“where do you think you’re going?”

he yanked your arms making you kneel more closer to him. eyes dropping at his erect cock all bare in front of you. it was really hard and aching for someone to ease them.

you gulped nervously and it didn’t slip from jungwon.

“you’re lucky because you have the best teacher in the campus. i’ll teach you how to give a dick a good suck.”

he grabbed your hands and make you hold his shaft. you’re hesitant, feeling like it’s a bad idea to touch somebody else' private part. jungwon’s thrilled tho, seeing you all cautious and careful like as if you’ll hurt his dick. it is hurting already. hurting so bad he just wants to shove it on the back of your throat.

he lets out a heavy sigh to calm himself.

“spit on it.” and tilts his head, pointing at his throbbing cock.

“w-what—?”

“go on.”

even if a little weirded out, you gathered as much saliva you can then slowly let it drip on his cock. jungwon almost came when it coated the tip of his dick. and the fact that you’re too innocent to even do a spit.

“fuck.” he cursed and it sounded so good for you. the way he groans just scratches something inside you, sending hots directly on your core.

“now, open your mouth.” he says, watching you.

slowly you opened your mouth. and he scoffed before rolling his eyes. the view itself looked so innocent for him.

“you need to open them wider than that, baby.” he says with sarcasm.

you obliged and he nods. “that’s good enough for me.” and his hand went to guide your head towards his cock.

at first he lets you get used to his size, then slowly get his phase. jungwon’s out of this world the moment he enters your mouth. its warm and so wet, he nearly came just because of it.

“look at me,” he moaned and while gagging on his big cock, you tried looking at jungwon.

tears starts brimming your eyes and that’s just made it even better for jungwon. he could cum at the sight of it.

“fuck,” he tipped his head backwards out of pleasure as he continue to thrust into your mouth.

it was a whole new thing for you. both of your hands lay flat on his firm thighs for support. your panties soaked while your mouth is full of his cock. your stomach churns, mind blank and all you can think of is jungwon’s handsome face. his expression contorted because of pleasure. he looked so good and for some reasons you felt some pride being the one that’s making him feel this way.

“just like that, baby…” he moaned lowly and even held your head tighter. “i’m so close.” he groaned and you hummed, making him clenched his jaw tighter.

he lift his head so he can look at you and he scoffed seeing your eyes filled with tears. he started ramming his dick even harder and faster, making you gag even more.

“you like this, don’t you?” his brows creased closer. “you like that i’m abusing your mouth like a slut.” his laugh is low and evil. like he knew exactly that he’s right.

your grip on his hand tightened because of how fast he’s fucking into your mouth, you’re choking and gagging on it. starting to struggle how to breath while he’s fucking you in your mouth. jungwon knew you’re starting to find it hard, it was your first time after all. but there’s no faster way to learn than for you to fight for survival.

while almost suffocating with his cock, you started to breath through your nose and it started to feel much better and easier. jungwon chuckles after he start feeling your grip loosen.

“finally figured that out, huh baby?” he asks and your eyes rolled at the back of your head when you hear that stupid endearment that you’re so sure he doesn’t mean at all.

“let me cum inside that pretty mouth of yours.” and a couple more thrust, he shoots his cum inside. groaning and moaning, constantly repeating how this mouth belongs to him now and you think he’s crazy.

but what’s even crazier is the fact that butterflies goes crazy in the fact that you just pleasured thee yang jungwon.

the day after, jungwon’s actually taking it easy on you. other than heated gazes and his fingers subtly grazing dangerously on your skin whenever you two passed each other on the hallways, he didn’t do anything else.

“y/n,” your head snaps at one of your classmates.

“yeah?”

“the president of the journalism club asks for you after dismissal. he said you two needs to finalize one article.” she informs you.

a nod is what you gave her as an answer. you almost cursed yourself out loudly after realizing you had forgotten about that article. sunoo and you were working on it for weeks now. and because of his twin brother, you got totally distracted and out of it to the point it slipped off your mind.

after all your last class of the day, you’re quick to fix your things. you’re about to head out of the classroom when you saw jungwon going inside. he’s not part of this subject, and so he wasn’t here moments ago.

he tilts his head then trailed his eyes up and down, before he smirks. “you seem to be in a hurry.” he taunts, his dimple showing.

you gulped and pursed your lips. “i need to go.”

he stared at your eyes for a while, his grin remaining. it doesn’t look very dangerous, but more like teasing. he waits for a while before he finally moved a little so you can pass by.

you hesitated, a bit alarmed that he’s letting you go easily. it felt odd and wrong to slightly feel disappointed. it shouldn’t be that way. you should be glad that he’s not messing with you when you have a big task on hold. not to mention that ever since that intimate scene you two shared before at that vacant room, you can’t hold eye-contact with him for long.

he cocks a brow, “see you around.” there it goes again. that same sentence that suppose to sound friendly, but it still gives you an impression of a warning.

you dismissed those thoughts and walked away from him. even from a few distance, you can feel him drilling his eyes at the back of your head. thankfully, you made it at the journalism club’s room.

it was close, but after two knocks someone opened the room. sunoo’s sweet smile greeted you as he pushed the door more. his smile fell and turns a bit worried after noticing the look on your face.

“hey, what’s up?” his tone sounded so gently. “are you okay?” he asks.

you gulped and tried to flash a small smile to ease him. a small nod is what you answered him and walked inside. sunoo’s eyes followed you carefully, wanting to ask more but decided not to.

you heard the door clicking as you settle down some of your books on the table. sunoo sat beside you afterwards, his eyes still darted at you.

“y/n..” he tries calling your attention.

“hmm?”

“look at me.” those familiar words triggered something, giving some short flashbacks of his twin brother uttering almost the same exact sentence, but in a different way.

sunoo reaches for your face then gently pan your head towards him. his eyes looked genuinely concerned and you hate that you’re making him worried. that you’re holding so much of his time.

“is it jungwon again?” his brows furrow lightly at the mention of his own brother.

you don’t like it. you don’t like that you’re causing more reason for the twins to have gaps with each other. you have no idea how deep this war between them, but you feel bad adding up into it. for you, they shouldn’t be against each other. they’re so lucky to have a sibling. to have someone to be there for you.

gently, you shake your head and tried to smile bigger. “no. i was just tired from school.” partly, it was true. the professors has been throwing so much school activities that you might have to rip yourself apart in order to finish them.

“you sure?” he tries to check more through your eyes and you just nodded.

“yes. he’s actually not bothering me lately.”

after looking through your eyes for a while, he sighs then nod. his smile appeared once again and you can’t help but to feel this wave of comfort. there’s really something about how he smiles.

“anyway, just a couple of proof read to the articles and we’re good to go.” he started and pulled the laptop closer to you this time.

you nodded and tried to focus on the task in front. he smiles, “i already finished spelling check, but i suggest you check it yourself as well so we make sure i didn’t miss anything.”

sunoo’s very smart. maybe it’s really part of their genetics, because even if jungwon is a menace, he is really intelligent as well.

“okay, but i’m sure this is perfect.” you chuckled lightly. “you’re not the president of the journalism club for no reason.”

the two of you chuckled softly after sunoo flashed a playful proud smile, then you started focusing on the task. sunoo’s hand’s lay on his own thigh at first, but as times passes by he rest it on your knees when he noticed that you’ve been moving them nonstop out of anxiety.

“hey, calm down.” he starts, and your ears turned red because he actually noticed that you’re tensed.

“ah, yeah… sorry.” you mumbled and cleared your throat. now, that his warm hands are rested on your knees, they’re still and steady.

he chuckles, “no problem. go on,” he says and you went back on the task once again.

while trying so hard to proof read, you can’t seem to shake off the thought that his hands still on your bare skin. they’re warm, very warm.

eventually, he starts caressing your skin using his thumb. you gulped, starting to feel your stomach churn, the warmth from his skin slowly crawling towards the space between your thighs. it was embarrassing to even feel this way by his small actions. it was just a kind gesture to calm you down. right? nothing else, right?

later on, the caressing thumb escalates until his while hand is caress your thigh. giving it a squeeze from time to time.

“is this alright?” he asks in a low, gentle tone.

you glanced at him and his eyes looked so adorable. they look so innocent and soft. you gulped and like as if hypnotized, you nodded your head.

he smiled, “i just want to help you relax.”

then his hand travels a little higher, now almost reaching your core. you’re tempted to close your thighs, but you didn’t. your grip on the table slowly tightens.

“can i do that? do you want that?” he asks again.

you didn’t answer and just keep looking at his beautiful eyes.

“do you want me to make you feel good, pretty?” he whispers, his head leaning closer to you. both of your noses touching each other.

you closed your eyes and gave another short nod. he smiles then kissed you on the forehead.

“good. open your legs wider for me.”

“b-but what if someone comes in?” you asked worriedly, having an enough headspace of being in a public place.

“nobody will come, don’t worry.”

you gave another short nod. sunoo lays his forehead on yours, placed a soft kiss on your lips before asking again to open your legs wider for him. his tone so soft and gentle, assuring you that he’s right there for you. to help you. to make you feel good.

when his fingers slid your underwear on the side smoothly and did one slick on your folds, you gasp. he chuckles cutely.

“so wet for me.” he says.

he started playing with your folds that almost make you lose your mind. you never tried touching yourself in that way. sunoo’s the first one to do it, and you can’t explain how it feels. very foreign and very good.

“i’ll try inserting one finger, okay?” he gently informs you and you nodded, mind already clouded with zero thoughts.

your hand took a tighter grip on the table, the other one on his arm. he chuckles adorably and placed another warm kiss on your nose.

“so cute. keep making those sounds for me.” he gently mumble.

it was very different from the way jungwon did it towards you. both very pleasurable, both very arousing but in complete different way.

when sunoo enters his one finger, you whimpered. your walls sucking and choking his fingers. sunoo couldn’t help but to feel so hot as well. it feels amazing having his finger inside you, what else if its his dick? he could just imagine for now.

“u-ugh, sunoo.” you moaned, making him smile even brighter.

“that’s right, pretty. i’ll make you feel good.” he says and started pumping his fingers in and out. it felt amazing.

once he felt you already adjusted with one finger, he asked you if it was okay to add another one. you looked scared, thinking that the stretch might be too much for you. he smiled once again, assuring and very softly. totally off from the sexual thing he’s doing to you right now.

“it will feel good, i promise.” he says.

“do you trust me?” he added.

you nodded without hesitant. he kissed your lips gently, “thank you.”

and like he said, he inserted another finger. as expected the stretch slightly stings, but was soon overwhelmed by the pleasure of being fingered knuckle deep.

“moan for me, pretty.”

“uggh, s-sunoo.”

he kissed your cheeks and fucked even faster and deeper. a knot formed before pleasure bursted inside you, making you squirm and leaned more towards sunoo.

he kept pumping in and out carefully, helping you ride your high. he placed a kiss on your forehead while letting you enjoy your first orgasm.

“good girl.”

“do you know them? the twins?” you looked hopeful as you follow tina around the library.

she furrow her brows then continues returning the books on its rightful places. she’s still confused as to why you’re suddenly throwing these questions at her.

“yeah, they use to be in my class when i still go to that school. everyone knew them.” she informs you which isn’t much a surprise anymore.

you nodded and suddenly grew silent. tina curiously glanced at your way the moment she noticed that you’re quiet. she tilts her head and tries to analyze your facial expression.

her heart drops as she rushed to go down from the ladder before holding both of your shoulders. you jolted, completely caught off-guard.

“y/n, tell me honestly.” she gulps as she lowers her head so she can see your eyes properly.

“are the twins bothering you?” her creased brows and worried eyes flashed over you.

you didn’t know what to tell her. she’s been a good friend of yours in this city, and lying felt wrong. but the way she looked so bothered about it worries you.

“uhm,” you started, but it was enough for chaewon.

“oh my god,” she leans away then covers her mouth with her lips. her eyes still fixed at you, but this time they looked so concerned and terrified.

“w-why?” you asked, but she remained quiet. still looking at you with those eyes.

“it’s okay. j-jungwon’s just mean sometimes, but sunoo is nice and he always saves me from his twin brother—”

she cuts you off, “no, y/n.” she slowly shakes her head side to side.

“i know. it sounds impossible because who am i even to start with? why do i create these tension between the two of them? all i know is that they just can’t get along with each—”

she grabbed both of your arms and squeezed it. not to hurt, but to take your attention. she pursed her lips and heaved a sigh. she still have that worried expression and it looks like she has a lot inside her mind.

“y/n, they’re not fighting over you.” she started that made you confused. “they are sharing you.” she announced that almost made your world stop.

she tried to catch your eyes, “they are trapping you into their orbit. manipulating you and using your own emotions against you.”

you remained quiet, trying to process these new information you just discovered. she lets another heavy sigh, like this is very hard for her as well to share to you.

“jungwon’s never really that cruel to you, right? mean, yes. but not to the point that drives you away from him. he make it seem like it, but the truth is he’s making you feel addicted to the emotions he's making you feel. he makes you crave for his rude ways, make you seek for his toxic validation. and sunoo,” she gulps. “he perfectly comes in the picture to comfort you. to make you feel better. and in order for you to fully need his presence, you need jungwon to inflict more of the things that you will eventually seek from him.” she stated that slowly makes you realize things. all the coincidental things that you totally ignored.

“it’s an endless cycle. you craving for jungwon’s cruel ways and then looking for sunoo’s comfort. they’re not rivals, y/n. they were never like that from the start.” she pulls away and grabbed her phone.

“i know that because this isn’t the first time it happened.” she taps on it continuously before handing it over you.

“(name) used to be my friend.”

your eyes dropped at the picture on her phone. it’s a screenshot of an article that seems like published by one of the publishing network in the town.

the article have a picture of the twins beside each other. it looked like a family photograph from a magazine and they just took it out so they can use it for the post. in that picture, they looked younger—highschool.

‘YANG TWINS HELD IN INTERROGATION IN SUSPICION OF BEING THE ONES BEHIND THE DISAPPEARANCE OF A GIRL FROM DECELIS ACADEMY’

you felt sick in the stomach and the words on her phone starts to make you dizzy. you can’t understand any of it.

“if they’re really doing it again, i hope this won’t end up like before.”

“what am i hearing about this girl in the campus, boys?” their mom suddenly asks one dinner.

the twins are quiet, jungwon’s eyes are fixed at the food while his dad and mom waits for their answer. it hasn’t been a day ever since their mom was informed about the twin’s little obsession that walks around the campus.

sunoo flashes his sweet smile at their parents while his brother remains silent. continuing and enjoying his food. he’s unbothered as usual, not because he doesn’t care but 'cause he knew so well his brother got this already.

“don’t worry about it, mom.” he assures them.

their parents glanced at each other and like as if talking through their eyes. their dad cleared his throat and looked at his sons.

“we’re just worried for you guys. we don’t want anything like before to happen again.” he says.

sunoo figures that it won’t take long until their parents take knowledge of what’s happening around the school. their mom is an active parent officers ever since they are kids while their dad is a board member to the whole school.

he, once again, flashed them with his sweet smile.

“it will be different this time, i promise.” he assured them. sunoo saw how his mom smiled at him a little, still worry.

her eyes pans towards his silent brother and he knew right away. he glanced at jungwon who’s still busy minding his own food.

“jungwon’s a lot better now, mom. he won’t do the same mistakes again.” he stated confidently. “right, jungwon?”

the younger one finally lifts his gaze towards his parents. his eyes cold, bored while his hands lazily scraping his plate using a fork.

“y/n is different, mom.” he declared with finality and with that their parents had no choice but to just let them be.

they’re good kids. they really are. both very smart and unique in their own ways. it’s just, everyone has their own little secrets, right?

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You frown as the nylon fabric snaps against your skin with a crack. You tug on the waistband of the bikini bottoms one more time, seeing if this fifth and final time will actually make the red high waisted bottoms look acceptable. It doesn’t.

“No,” you mutter to yourself in the mirror. With a sigh, you slide your hands up to the matching top, shifting the tiny triangles to try and cover the slightest bit more of your skin. “Absolutely not.”

As much as you loved the ruffled, scarlet bathing suit when you’d seen it in the store, you don’t love it nearly as much now that you have it on. The fabric sits awkwardly, digging into your skin and bulging in all the wrong places. You take a deep breath, blinking back tears.

“Walls!” You shout down the hall, forcing your voice to be as steady as possible. “I changed my mind. I’m not going.”

Your boyfriend is at the door in an instant, sliding so fast across the wooden floors that he almost slams into a wall. Bracing himself on the chipped paint of your doorframe, he tilts his head at you.

You hate the way your voice shakes as you try to speak. “I can’t go.”

Wally’s gaze softens as he takes you in completely. From your bikini that’s almost the exact shade of his suit, to the glossy sheen of your eyes that tells him precisely how you’re feeling.

“Baby.” He releases the door from his grip and shuffles slowly—slower than you’ve ever seen him—towards you. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He stands close behind you, green eyes fixing on yours through the mirror. You flick your eyes down, opting instead to stare at your socks and spare yourself the embarrassment of Wally seeing you this way.

You shift your arms to hide your stomach, as if that will hide the way the bathing suit disfigures you. “I feel awkward.”

“Awkward?”

“I—” The lump in your throat is almost unbearably thick, and as you open your mouth to speak, the floodgates burst open. “I look horrible! It’s so embarrassing, Walls.”

Your knees wobble and you pitch forward, the hard floor beneath you looking so incredibly inviting—but Wally catches you before you can fall. His strong arms pull you to his chest, using his own body to support yours.

“Don’t look!” You sob, “please don’t look.”

He lifts a gentle hand to your cheek, brushing away the fat tears that sizzle their way down your skin. Gone is his usual goofy demeanor, his supportive side shining through.

Wally keeps a firm hold on you while you cry, occasionally using his hand to brush away stray tears. “Let it out, it’s alright,” he murmurs in your ear.

You dig your nails into your palms in an effort to ground yourself, coupling the motion with deep breaths. Wally murmurs praise to you the whole time, embracing you as you come down from your breakdown.

When you’ve finally stopped, Wally brushes away the final tears before they can fall and gently strokes your chin until your eyes meet his in the mirror. He offers you that famous, shining grin—his smile only growing brighter when you give a hesitant one of your own.

“Now,” he says softly, gripping your chin firmly in his calloused fingers. “Why is my girl so down on herself?”

You loose a sigh, glancing at the awkward red fabric still clinging to your body. “It’s just this stupid bathing suit.”

Wally follows your gaze, narrowing his eyes at the clothing as if he could laser it off. He drops his hand from your chin and runs it down your side. 

Beneath his touch, electricity crackles, filling your veins with liquid fire. He fixes his hand on your hip, fingertips just barely sliding themselves into your waistband. 

“This is what’s giving you so much grief?” His hot breath fans over the side of your neck. “This stupid scrap of fabric?”

Even the air conditioning isn’t enough to stop the heat that follows Wally’s touch. You let your eyes flutter shut, basking in the way his fingertips slip further and further down your bathing suit bottoms. 

Your enjoyment is cut short by a sharp tug and a loud ripping sound, snapping you out of your daze. You notice all too late as cold air hits your exposed core and Wally holds up the tattered remains of your bikini bottoms. 

“Wally!”

“What?” 

You stare slack jawed at the shreds of what was once your bathing suit. “That was expensive…”

As if he can’t hear you, Wally suddenly grabs the centre of your top and rips it clean down the middle. The nylon slips down your shoulders and pools on the floor, leaving you completely naked. 

“It was making you upset.” He shrugs. “I’ll buy you a new one, alright?”

“The bathing suit wasn’t the problem…”

“Then what is?” It’s more of a challenge than a question, his green eyes crackling with mischief. 

“I—”

“Don’t you dare say you’re the problem.”

You almost laugh at how quickly he cuts you off. You don’t answer him, opting instead to lift your chin and meet his eyes. 

He plants a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He kisses the inner part of your shoulder. “I think you forget that sometimes.”

“N-no,” you say shakily, though you’re unsure what part you’re replying to.

“Really?” He exhales, the feeling of his breath on your sensitive, exposed skin making you shiver. His voice is almost a whisper when he speaks next. “Let me show you how pretty you are, baby.”

Wally has you laying on your back in your bed before you can even react, manhandling you with all the care in the world. He cups your face gently, pressing his lips against yours and stealing all your breath away. The familiar, intoxicating scent of citrus and coffee feels your nostrils—peculiar, but unmistakably him.

He pulls away, leaving you out of breath. You can only manage one deep, shaking breath before he’s touching his lips to the centre of your collarbone, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Your chest flutters in response.

Wally looks up at you, his gorgeous green eyes dark with lust and filled with love—all of it for you. He plants a kiss to the centre of your chest, keeping his eyes on yours as he moves to give a sloppy kiss to each nipple. You swelter under his touch, fireworks exploding in each new place he kisses.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he coos, kissing his way down your stomach and to your hips. “Fucking beautiful.”

The heat in your core nearly boils over when he makes it to your hips, his tongue swiping across the skin just beneath your tummy. His hands slide to grip at either thigh, separating them to make room for himself in the middle. Despite the heat threatening to consume you, you shiver in anticipation.

Wally looks at you one more time, pure adoration in his gaze, before diving into the aching heat of your cunt. From the first brush of his soft tongue against your throbbing clit, you’re so gone. 

“So fucking good,” he mumbles between your legs, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure.

You can’t help but buck your hips, thrusting against his face in a desperate attempt to get more. Wally steadies your wild movements with a heavy hand to your tummy, pressing down till it makes the knot building inside of you impossibly tight. You shut your eyes and grasp desperately at something—anything—to ground you during his relentless assault on your heat.

Wally whines as your fingertips tangle in his hair, but says nothing. He shifts his grip, grabbing your thighs and tossing them over either shoulder. The backs of your knees ache from the sudden stretch, but it’s a welcome distraction from how fucking hot you feel and how fucking good his tongue feels lapping your gushing cunt.

He pulls away for only a second to take a breath before shoving his face further in, his nose bumping against your clit harshly. You suck in a breath, throwing your head back. You’re wound so tightly and everything is so incredibly, impossibly hot, every movement he makes threatens to send you over the edge.

Wally spurs forward, practically suffocating himself in your cunt, and begins tracing circles around your aching hole. His scalp aches from where you tug at  his fiery red strands, but you taste so fucking good and you look so goddamn pretty, he’d welcome anything you’d give him right now—even the pain.

He dips his index finger inside of you, and before he even bottoms out, you’re unravelling. You thrash beneath his grasp, the only thing keeping you from seizing violently is his hand holding your stomach. The world around you blurs, tears pricking at your lashes as your cunt spasms and gushes on Wally’s face.

He doesn’t let up as you come, keeping his finger inside to give you something to clench around. His face stays buried in your cunt, gladly accepting all your sweet juices onto his waiting tongue. It’s so hot and so messy, coating his lips and dripping down his cheeks and staining his t-shirt—but he doesn’t care. Not when you taste so good, not when you’re so gorgeous.

It takes nearly a minute for the world to come back to you, and even when it does, it’s still spinning. Your chest rattles with each breath, heart seemingly pounding as fast as Wally runs.

He pulls away from your cunt with the biggest grin on his face, the whole lower half of his face glistening. “Fuck,” he groans, licking his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

Despite your breathlessness, you reach out with a shaky hand to tug at the collar of his shirt, fisting the fabric and pulling him towards you. Wally gladly follows, crashing his lips against yours and slipping his tongue in your mouth. 

You’re both breathless, panting from the heat and the friction, and when he pulls away, a sloppy trail of spit connects your mouths. 

Wally almost cums right then and there just from how you’re looking at him—lips all puffy and swollen from making out, stars in your teary eyes. 

“God, baby, don’t look at me like that.”

You tilt your head at him. “Like what?” 

“Like I should fuck you till you can’t think anymore.”

And just like that, the fading fire in your core roars to life once more. “Wally,” you mumble, reaching for him again. 

“Say you’ll let me.” He bats his eyes at you. “Say you’ll let me fuck that gorgeous, gorgeous cunt.”

“Please fuck me, Walls.” You look up at him through your lashes. “Please.”

Wally has his pants down to his knees before you’re even done speaking, not even bothering to pull them all the way down. He dips two fingers into your folds, collecting your slick and eagerly rubbing it down his hard length. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows just so you can watch as he lines his tip up with your opening. He pushes his hips forwards, the tip of his cock just barely slipping into your cunt. You suck in a breath at the slight ache—his width is always a bit of a shock—and let yourself fall back into the pillows. 

Wally gently presses down on your stomach, groaning at the way you clench around his cock as he bottoms out. The tip of his cock perfectly brushes your gspot with every shaking breath he takes while he forces himself to stay still. 

The second he feels your walls ease up, he’s pulling out and slamming his hips back into yours. His thrusts force all the breath out of your body, each one rougher than the last. Despite how aggressive his movements are, you know this is restrained for Wally, that he’s holding himself back on your behalf. 

“Wish I could stay buried in your cunt forever.” He pants. “Never wanna let you go.”

Wally leans further into you, propping himself on his arms while his hips slam into yours hard enough to bruise. Breathless moans are forced from you with every movement, Wally pressing his lips against yours to drink up each sound you make. 

He folds you in on yourself, your knees pressing into your chest and allowing him to go even deeper. He buries his face in your neck, half panting and half kissing you. 

“Wally.” You gasp out.

The feeling of his cock just barely brushing your cervix is more than enough to have the knot in your stomach building. You wrap your arms around him, curling your fingers and digging them into the muscles of his shoulder blades. 

“S—shit,” he groans. “Feels so damn good.”

He gently nips at your neck, rolling his hips into yours and finally sending you over the edge. Heat floods through you, all of your muscles seizing as your orgasm rolls over you. You close your eyes, digging your hands even harder into Wally’s skin, desperately riding out wave after wave of pleasure. 

Wally’s hips stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier, and then your clenching, gummy walls are sending him over the edge with you. He forces himself as deep as he can, bottoming out just as the first waves of hot cum flood through you.  

The aftershocks of your orgasm are so exhausting that you can hardly feel Wally collapse on top of you, bearing the full weight of his body. The two of you pant in unison, chests fluttering together. With every breath he takes, his soft, sweaty hair tickles the side of your neck. 

Wally lays tangled with you for a few minutes, his cock still buried inside of you while he regains his strength. 

Finally, he sits up with a grin. “So,” he says, “how’s my beautiful girl feeling?”

Wally laughs when you give him a weak thumbs up from below him. “Good.” He smiles. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

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