Buzz

You asked the agent working the front desk of the DSO office, who seemed surprised to see you as he instantly sat up straight.

“Agent Kennedy is at the shooting range, sir. He requested to be left alone for any non-emergency reasons.” The man stuttered his way through the sentence, making your lips twitch at the thought that Leon might have scared the living crap out of the guy.

You gave the agent a comforting smile. “Thank you and you need to relax, my husband’s only grumpy because he’s so old.”

“Understood sir.” The agent slowly calmed down, making you chuckle.

You gave him a thumbs up before walking off to find Leon, wondering what got your husband in such a mood.

~~~~~

The sound of the shooting range’s door opening and closing made Leon sigh as he turned on the safety of his gun before putting it down on the table.

Leon yanked the earmuffs off his head, grumbling unhappily. “I thought I requested to be left alone unless there’s an emergency that requires my attention.”

“Request denied, Agent Kennedy.”

Leon jumped, his head whirling to the direction of the entrance to see you walk in with a smirk on your face. His eyes dropped to the casual outfit you were wearing, having stolen his black jacket as it fit snuggly over your body.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Leon gasped out as you reached him before pulling you in by the waist to greet you with a kiss.

You smiled against his lips before pulling away. “I wanted to surprise my husband today, have you seen him? He’s usually not grumpy around me.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Leon chuckled, feeling some of the day’s stress lift from his shoulders just by the sound of your voice.

You turned your head, observing the targets that Leon had been shooting for the better part of the hour. “Someone’s a little out of it if he’s missed a headshot.”

“I don’t miss.” Leon retorted with a scoff, glancing at the cardboard targets that were hanging in the range before turning back to you.

You tilted your head, the act of it almost made Leon coo at how adorable you were being in front of him. He felt so lucky that you agreed to marry him.

Leon saw a flicker of an idea appear behind your eyes as you walked up to where the barrier was before lifting yourself up so you were sitting down on the table next to the gun.

Leon cocked an eyebrow at you as he walked up to where you sat, letting out a pleased hum when you spread your legs so he could settle himself in the middle.

Leon’s hands reached out to your thighs but you slapped them away, giggling at the offended look he gave you.

You shook your head and tutted. “Not yet, you have to prove that you’re a good shot before you can have your way with me.”

“Cute,” Leon murmured. “You think you sitting in front of me is going to distract me?”

“I don’t know, let’s test out that theory.” You smirked up at Leon before you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you.

Leon hissed, feeling his hips meet yours before lightly glaring down at you while you just winked at him as your hands explored the front of the tight tactical shirt he’d always wear.

You leaned close, your breath hitting the sensitive spot on Leon’s neck as you let out a low chuckle. “All you need to do is get three headshots, which means you only have three tries and that’s it. If you win, you get to do anything you want with me.”

“If I lose?” Leon asked, making you pull back slightly so he had a better look at your face.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Hope you’re okay being blue balled for the weekend.”

Leon’s eyes widened for a second, his jaw flexing at the challenge you gave him before he huffed out a laugh and reached for an extra set of earmuffs to put on your head.

“I don’t want you to go deaf, baby.” Leon murmured, getting an appreciative peck on the lips from you before you tugged on his hips again so it touched yours.

Leon held back a moan as he put on his own earmuffs before grabbing his gun and turning the safety off, he smirked and aimed at the new set of targets that came in.

The smirk on Leon’s face fell when your hands traveled down from his chest and then down to the area around his navel.

Leon hesitated in shooting as you repeated the process, his fingers flexing around the gun before feeling your hands pause around his abdomen.

Leon took a quick breath before firing, successfully hitting the target on the head before the board moved for the next target to appear.

With a new target, came a new problem as you dipped your head towards his neck and dropped a few kisses on his pulse point.

Leon’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, his stance faltering before he forced his eyes to open and locked back in.

Leon gulped when your lips trailed along the edge of his jaw, your teeth nipping lightly on his chin before you apologetically soothed the pain with your tongue.

Leon tried his best to focus, the gun in his hand wavering as you continued leave open kisses on his neck.

If Leon was honest, he felt his back sweat a little at the constant attention you were giving him before you took another pause and rested your face against his collarbone.

Leon immediately steadied his hands before firing his second shot, the bullet penetrating the head of the board clean.

Leon let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he had one more left. Maybe if he was fast enough, he could shoot the last target even before you could do something else to distract him.

Unfortunately, you were quicker than he anticipated when your fast hands unbuttoned his pants so you could shove your hand in to fondle his cock over his underwear.

“This is tougher than getting Elpis.” Leon muttered unhappily as he felt you continue to stroke him, unaware of what he had just said due to the ear muffs.

Leon didn’t waste any more time as soon as the target appeared right in front of him, firing off his gun and hitting the head in record time before turning on the safety of his gun and slamming it down on the table.

Leon was disappointed when your hand retreated before you covered him up. His eyes glazing over as he grabbed your hips tightly, capturing your lips with his.

You laughed into his mouth before stopping the kiss by pushing against his chest, making Leon frown as he obediently pulled away.

You gave Leon an amused smile as you took off the earmuffs, Leon doing the same.

“You,” Your finger poked Leon’s chest. “Will get your reward soon, just not in a government run facility.”

“I have a personal office.” Leon reminded you, making you roll your eyes at him before you pushed against his body so you could get off the table.

Leon watched as you dusted off your clothes, his eyes following your every move as you walked towards the main door of the shooting range.

You turned to Leon, walking backwards with a grin on your face. “I’m sure the DSO wouldn’t mind that you took a half day to spend quality time with your husband right? I very much would love to continue this in the comfort of our bed and not on the couch of your office.”

“You’re trouble.” Leon shook his head fondly at you, hearing you laugh at his response.

You smirked as you reached the door, your fingers resting on the handle. “Guess you’ve rubbed off on me, in more ways than one.”

You winked at Leon before walking out of the door, leaving the blonde man to sigh as he forced himself to calm down incase he traumatised anyone with the bulge in his pants.

He couldn’t wait to get home.

~~~~~

“You’re such a tease, you know that?”

Leon grumbled as he slammed the door of the apartment, watching as you were casually stripping in the middle of the living room.

You glanced back at him, removing your jeans as you continued to head towards the direction of the bedroom. “Yeah, and?”

Leon let out a deep chuckle before he chased after you as you disappeared into the bedroom, quickly removing the offending items of clothing that was on his body.

Leon was particularly glad to get rid of his pants that were beginning to feel a little too tight at the front.

Leon froze at the entrance of the bedroom, his eyes raking in the sight of your nude body on display.

He licked his lips at the sight. “Well, you’re a sight to behold.”

“You’re free to explore if you’d like. I’m not going anywhere.” You smirked at Leon, stretching your body lazily on the mattress.

Leon laughed before joining you in bed, he laid right down beside you with a fond smile on his face. “Hi.”

“Hey, you.” You replied, reaching out to caress Leon’s beard. Leon leaned his face towards your hand with a sigh.

Your soft laughter in response sent butterflies to Leon’s stomach. After years of being together, on top of being married, he still can’t believe how lucky he was to be yours.

Leon leaned in, locking his lips with yours as his hand grabbed your waist before pulling your body closer to his.

You let out a sigh that Leon immediately swallowed when your cocks touched, the friction creating sweet pleasure.

“Well I won the challenge, do I get my prize now?” Leon asked with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him before rolling your bodies over so you were sat on his lap, Leon’s hands automatically gripped your waist.

You smiled down sweetly at him, a sight that still made Leon’s heart skip a beat. “Your prize will be me taking care of you and making sure all your stress and worries go away.”

Leon gulped before letting out a sigh when you leaned down to his neck, leaving kisses that lingered on his skin as you descended along his body.

“Oh baby.” Leon moaned out when you took his cock into your mouth, the combination of the wet heat of your mouth’s interior and the way your tongue was swirling around his length caused him to throw his head back into the pillows.

Leon’s hands were gripping the sheets of the bed, his knuckles turning white when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You pulled off with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock with your lips as you grinned up at Leon, your hand using your saliva as lube to jerk him off.

“Get up here, baby.” Leon tapped his face, smiling when you rolled your eyes at him before you got up and positioned yourself right over his head.

You chuckled, grabbing the headboard of the bed to support yourself.

“My favourite.” Leon whistled, his hands gripping your thighs as you stood over him before tugging you down to sit on his face.

Leon heard you sigh when his tongue penetrated your hole, he moaned in response knowing that he was the reason that you were feeling good.

The sounds of your moans combined with the wetness of Leon’s tongue as he ate you out, made his cock rock hard.

“Fuck!” You whimpered when Leon latched his lips on the rim of your hole and sucked while his tongue was still inside you. “Leon, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

Leon chuckled before patting your thighs, signalling you so you could get off his face. He didn’t want to overwhelm you just yet.

Leon winked at you as you settled back on his lap before he surprised you by turning your bodies over so you were lying on the bed this time.

“I know, baby but you know me. I can’t help but want to please you.” Leon murmured before capturing your lips with his in a heated kiss as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Leon greedily swallowed your moans and whimpers as he aligned his cock with your hole before he carefully pushing the head in.

You gasped into his mouth at the intrusion, Leon letting out a breath at how tight you were.

“It’s okay, baby. Just relax for me, the only way to take care of me is to help me take care of you.” Leon whispered against your lips before he kissed you to distract you from the pain.

You whimpered. “Leon.”

“I know, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” Leon cooed at you, sighing when you finally relaxed so he could bottom out.

Leon moved his hips with careful precision, checking your face to see any signs of discomfort as he dragged his cock out of your walls before slipping back in.

You gasped. “You’re so big.”

“After all these years, it’s amazing how it always feels like it’s our first time together.” Leon panted out, moving his hips faster.

You and Leon have had sex in many positions over the years, some hotter than others but Leon always loved having you under him so he could watch your facial expressions as he made love to you.

Your hands holding on to his back tightly, your nails clawing into the skin with every thrust of Leon’s hips that you took.

“Faster, harder.” You told Leon before throwing your head back into the pillow when he obliged.

Leon latched his teeth onto the skin of your neck, biting and licking as he continued his sharp thrusts.

Leon angled his hips and knew he hit the right spot when you suddenly cried out and hooked your legs around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

“Would you look at that, seems like I do have perfect aim after all.” Leon chuckled wetly against your neck before pulling back when your hand tugged the back of his head.

You smirked at Leon. “As long as this specific weapon of yours is aimed at me, Kennedy.”

Leon stared, your hair was messy as your skin was covered with sweat and he knew he reflected the same image in your own eyes.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Leon let the words slip out of his mouth.

Your eyes widened for a second before your face softened as you reached out to cradle Leon’s cheek.

Leon sighed, leaning his face into your hand. His thrusts had gone slower, the heated charge of energy now replaced with sensual lust.

“Baby, with the way you’re squeezing me, I’m not going to last long.” Leon grunted out.

Your hand moved to the back of Leon’s neck, tugging his head down so his lips could meet yours before you pulled slightly back and nipped the bottom of his lip with your teeth.

Before Leon realised what was happening, his cock was filling you up with his seed. He felt his skin flush before he hid his face in your neck with a groan.

“That’s unfair.” Leon told you, his voice muffled against your neck as you chuckled.

Leon felt you kiss the side of his head as your fingers softly run through the hair on the back of his head.

You sighed, happily. “You made me cum a while ago but you were too caught up with looking at my face that you didn’t realise it, I thought I was going to combust by you hitting the hell out of my prostate even after I came.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Leon chuckled before lifting his head and dropping a kiss on your lips.

You smiled. “We have to get up, shower and change the sheets.”

“Do we have to?” Leon whined.

You cocked an eyebrow at Leon, seemingly unimpressed. “Yes.”

“I can just lick up the sweat from your body.” Leon suggested, trying to put all his weight down on your body so you couldn’t move out from under him.

You just gave Leon a look of disdain in return, a sharp contrast to the facial expressions you were giving him earlier while the both of you made love.

You poked Leon’s forehead, making him flinch. “If you don’t get off me and take a shower, I’m banning sex for the next month.”

Leon shivered, he knew you weren’t joking before he let out a defeated sigh and hung his head in defeat.

“Yes, dear.”

*****

Author’s note:

A little more Leon for this account, it’s quite fun to write Leon in a domestic setting

The dawn embraced the grass pasture, the dimly lights of the city slowly awakening. The sun was in no doubt rising, gracing the land of Liyue and it's water with it's warmth.

He remembered every single crooks and corners of the land he once ruled over, he once protected with his dignity and might. The Morax that they once knew was dead, as he should be. After a massive flood swept throughout the land years ago, Zhongli himself was forced to move his people to the south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor, The place that he was living now.

He should be in peace now but his heart continued to beat for another, his broken piece is yet to be found.

He watched quietly at the balcony of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor where he currently reside on, He observe as he brought down the porcelain cup down at the table, his long silky strands let loose, swaying gently within the wind he knew to himself that he longed for it, he longed for those meticulous fingers gliding through his hair swiftly, he longed for you. It always have been you after all.

Zhongli's eyes felt hot as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, It was unlikely of him but he did. He remembered it dearly oh he did..

He remembered how you handled him so gently as if he was the most precious thing, the way you called his name with such glee yet with grace, the way that you'd do your things with such keen on it, nobody did it like you did, even after ages not single mortal has ever compared to you.

The curve of your smile haunting his mind like a plague, The crescent like shape that your eyelids made whenever you laugh at his sentiments, the kisses fleeted on his scars, your gentle eyes spoke to him, Zhongli etched the every fiber of your being into his memory, carved your name into his heart.

“ Morax, would you be a dear and gaze beneath the stars with me? ”

“ Why do you want to do such inconspicuous matter and with me at that? ”

“ Why not..? ”

His breath ragged harshly as he felt his chest tightened, he dreamt of it every single night, it was a nightmare, the lifeless look in your eyes and your boneless actions, it was putrid.

He felt his body shutting down, cradling your frigid body with his bloodied hands, trembling as he sobbed, he can't accept your death, the guilt eating his heart out, he's crestfallen.

You were slain, your lungs faltered with your blood seeping through his land, the land that he built with you, the land that he built for you. He remained breathing while you withered, His flower, His beloved.

“ My flower.. why didn't you run? Why have you stayed? ”

“ Forgive me, but we simply can't be together at this circumstances..but I pray that we meet again, even in another time..”

You croaked bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it with such care, tears brimming as you felt blood at your throat, you heard his broken sobs, It's the last thing that you've ever heard as the void embraced you with gentleness.

“ Oh my precious little flower, you left too soon, I wasn't done loving you yet.. ”

You jolted, waking up from your eternal slumber, your bleary eyes focusing, sunlight kissing your face warmly, you brought your palms to smack your cheeks, you felt the sting, as you felt your body, you're warm, you're alive! your eyes widened, rushing to a nearby body of water looking at your reflection.

Your appearance remained the same, the same curve of your smile, the same gleam in your eyes, the yearning memories in the depths of your heart still fresh and beating. The cold wind hit your face gently as if an old friend is welcoming you back, you then look around.

" Where in the archons..am I? "

You wondered, puzzled even as you tried to remember, as far as you remembered you were murdered in cold blood, a man cradling your frigid body, sobbing as he trembled... wait. Morax?!

You then abruptly stood up, unaware of your weakened legs, wobbling in the lack of action, but you didn't dwell on that, your mind only focusing on finding him immediately, longing for his touch. Searching as you find illuminating lights in a distance, your eyes softened and realized, it's your old home. Liyue and it's waters is still mesmerizing as ever. Without a doubt you started walking towards the city.

Zhongli wandered around the bustling streets of Liyue harbor, basking against the forgiving sun, the people greeted him as the usual, until he halted, he felt his heart pounding, the rush of blood, the coiling knot in his core, the heat surging through his system like poison, an awakening contract whispered within him like a siren, the only contract that he didn't get rid of is your contract, he spoke with the cryo archon about it as they settled with an agreement, to fulfill the contract, Zhongli needed to claim you, he needed to take you as you and him would be bound forever. His eyes almost tearing up, you were alive, he couldn't ask for anything more.

Zhongli felt the heat embraced him, he needed you right now, he missed your laughters, your breathy response to his long kisses, the expression you make as he pleasures you, he need to feel you, to lick and suck the every orifice in your body, he needed to plunge it in deeply so you wouldn't escape him, after all, you're his darling bride, his precious flower.

He then searched the every shadow of you, the scent of you, his burning desire already seeping inside of him.

It is not a surprise that you got lost in the sea of people within the city, the astir and boisterous city was alive as you, the population has certainly increased as far as you remember, you breathe and reminisced, the old bonds that you made with the people now long gone, not a single face that you can recognized, you watched as children brushed past you, their innocent laughters ranged as they chase each other around, your eyes softened then concluded that's it is better like this than the war, so much better. You continued to wandered around, hearing people jest and gossiping, until you heard.

" Have you heard? Rex Lapis has been assassinated! "

" Where did you even hear that? Stop spouting nonsense.."

Your stomach dropped, as it churned, eyes widening, you felt your eyes filled with tears all over again, a strangled gasp escaped your mouth, you felt your heart shattered in millions of pieces, is this what he felt when I died?

You ran, pushing everyone away, stumbling for all they care, you were in pain, you tried to wipe your tears dry but failed to as it kept on coming out, you continued to ran to give yourself some time to think, away from crowd until your body collided with some, the impact itself making you fall back, until you didn't, you felt pair of warm hands snaking around your hips, arms securing you. your eyes widened at the sight.

" Oh, my sweet little flower, who made you shed tears like this? "

Zhongli cooed as if consoling a weeping child, lifting you up to his waist, straddling him, he then bring his other hand to wipe the excess tears rolling down your cheek with such care, as you leaned into it, craving for more, starved even, burying your head into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, cuddling him. Zhongli merely stared at your actions and he realized why were you crying.

" I'm guessing that you've heard of my death, isn't that it, my beloved? "

You perked up at his question, nodding after, you finally spoke.

" Why did you do it.. Morax? "

Zhongli caressed the back of your head, tenderly, as he explained his decisions while you were in your eternal slumber.

" I do not go by the name as Morax nor Rex Lapis now, my dearest, I address myself by the name Zhongli as I am no longer serving as the Archon but I assure you that I've retained my power within me. "

" But why did you do so..? "

" I wanted to see for myself that the nation we built together could still live and thrive independently even without my guidance, perhaps I needed a break from the burden of my governance and ruling. "

You listened carefully, as you thought that you've missed hearing your lover's steady and clear voice even whenever he's lecturing you, staring at him with those eyes then abruptly speaking.

" I've missed you so much, y'know? "

" Oh, darling.. you don't need to remind me, there's not a single time that I didn't long for you. "

" So this is the place that you're living? It looks very pleasant. "

You spoke with such adoration looking around his spacious room, as you gently rummaged Zhongli's things such as the books in his shelf, smiling warmly back to Zhongli who's removing his coat, hanging it on the rack, his mind completely thinking only of one thing, his voice dripped like honey, eyes in haze.

" I appreciate the sentiment, my beloved. But enough of that.. I'm afraid that you've completely forgot about our arrangement, the commitment that we made eons ago. "

You perked up looking back at Zhongli who's walking toward you, putting back the random book that you picked out back to it's place, you pondered as you try to remember the contract, then in a snap, a surge of heat rushed inside of you, hitting you into the core, you felt your body burned, you sweat as you held onto Zhongli with your dear life, as your legs trembled.

" W-what..? But I don't remember.."

" Oh, do not worry, I'll just need to remind you again, yes? "

Zhongli grumbled as one of his hand grips your hip, tightly, his golden-brown colored scales glimmered against the moonlight, his gaze hot as molten lava, you felt your body trembling, feeling his long and thick fingers pushing it in and out of your sopping hole, winking back at him. ‎

‎You can only whimper and drool as you gripped the sheets tightly, his towering built of a body shadowed over you, the curve of his horns adoring his features once more. ‎

‎“ That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, angel.” ‎

You’ve always adored his hands, how taintless they are with his knuckles tight on his skin, the way it glistened especially when it’s poking and prodding your tight fucking hole. ‎

‎You adored the way how his body was forged, the way he towered over your small figure, the every muscle, every crevices, his scars, the every fiber of his being, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. mwah— ‎ ‎

“ You're awfully sweet today, do you perhaps want something from me? Would you care to tell me? ” ‎ ‎ ‎

Without even waiting for your response, he then grab the both of your legs up to your shoulders, folding you in half, holding you down onto the bed, your breath hitched, your eyes widening when you saw his elongated pink tongue delved deeply into your gummy walls. ‎ ‎

His frothy spit dripping down on the globe of your ass, you panicked as you tried to pull on his hair, you cried but he merely dismissed your thrashing, as he continued to lick and suck, gripping the soft of your thighs tightly, his long nails digging onto it, you can't help but to lolled your tongue out, stimulating your stomach.

‎ ‎“ Please— nghhh! t-too much..! ” ‎ ‎

You blurt out, the burning in your tummy resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, It’s so sloppy, creamy and after only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your orgasm of the night, your body trembled uncontrollably, you whimpered and writhe, your cock dribbling thick and smooth loads of cum. ‎ ‎

Through your bleary peripherals, you stared at Zhongli's features, he's so beautiful..his fangs poking out his glistening lips, he was gentle but his tongue prodding deeply inside were mean, as he lick up and down your shaft, sucking it clean and shiny. ‎ ‎

You felt him maneuvering you as you let out a shrilling shriek once you felt his bulging tip poke its away around the rim of your slobbering boy-cunt. ‎‎He reached each and every spot, grinding in desperation, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you saw the copious amount of precum at his slit, making a creamy ring around your rim, you stared at him again only to see him staring at you intently with his tongue poking out slightly on the side of his lips. ‎ ‎

You felt your body stiffening as you felt it, the second one, prodding at your tailbone, Zhongli's second cock, you can feel it pulsating, the crown of his cock.

‎“ Do you feel it— my darling..? this two is going to fuck that hole. ”

‎ ‎You nodded and felt yourself drooled as a puddle of drool trailed down the corners of your lips, Zhongli once grabs your throat, squeezing it, staring at your form. ‎

‎Fuck. He misses you, so much. ‎ ‎Your gentle laughters, your smile, the serenity in your eyes. . . The way you frown when he dismisses your simple request, your hands, so warm and gentle as they glide through his long strands of hair.

Your throat, bruised and secured around his grip, your dumb brain already fogged up and it's just his tip in, barely even there. ‎ ‎

Zhongli felt his instinct puncturing his remaining self control, the need to breed your hole, he wanted to impregnate you. Right now. Right there. ‎

‎ ‎Breed, breed, breed! ‎

‎“ Ready baby? be a dear and hold still for me.. mmhm— ”

‎‎Zhongli breathe in harsh air, his slipping and thrusting his cock upwards, deeply, hitting your prostate directly, you barely processed anything yet until he pulled out again only to pound it harshly back, making a bulge in your tummy, it's head poking you let out a guttural moan, tearing up by the satiating pleasure.

‎ ‎“ Haah...Uunngh.. Aaah.. ” ‎ ‎

Once Zhongli starts to thoroughly stuff each individual thrust against inside your raw hole, you threw your head back choking in your own saliva and ecstasy, arching your back with such curve. ‎

‎ ‎Zhongli held your lower thighs down to your hips not letting you escape, Zhongli’s ruthless hip snapping in and out, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only craved for more and more. ‎ ‎

“ Nghhh— more, more, Uughh, more please! ” ‎ ‎

You begged and moaned, getting intoxicated from the vicious sharp pounds of his thick and long cock. ‎

‎Plap, Plap, Plap! ‎ ‎

Once his bulbous tip kissed its way to your prostate back and forth, though, your eyes deliciously rolled in the back of your head. ‎

‎“ Nghh— Zhongli, r-right the-” ‎ ‎

“ Yeah, Here baby? ” ‎ ‎

He replied with his heavy breathing, cutting off your tone by placing a finger to rub the bulge in your tummy, as you trembled at his touch, moaning as he press it down, as you let out a strangled cry tears run down your cheeks, trying to remove his fingers away only for him to tease you even harder. ‎

Fwop, Fwop, Fwop!

‎He listened to the delicious obscene sounds as pounds into your creamy hole, trying to loosened the tight rim of your ass. you’re so destroyed that your boy-pussy is frothing fat globs of cum on his length, creating hot sticky and milky cum that kept oozing out your raw hole from so much cumming, you only lay defenseless as the man on top of you, pounded you for hours, your back and legs was now cramping and sore from so much friction. ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli sensing your discomfort he once again caressed the mound of your thighs, slipping his arms up your back lifting you up to his chest, your head lulling down to his broad shoulder, Zhongli then rested his head against the frame of his mahogany headboard, balancing you by holding your hips as he settled you down on top of his stomach, His body slowly lowering down to the mattress, looking up to you with a sly expression.‎

“ Ride me, please, pretty baby? ” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli cooed at you, his voice dripping with honey, his eyes glimmering with a knowing glint, the illuminating light on his room, making a halo effect, your shadow over him, looking down at him adorably, you thought as you gripped onto his toned and firm stomach for support. ‎ ‎ ‎

You mustered all of your remaining strength as you lift your body, reaching back to grab his hard pulsing cock, still wet and dribbling slick and creamy cum, slowly pushing it inside your sopping hole, eager for more, Zhongli merely stared at your heavenly figure as he was amused at your pathetic attempt of pleasuring him. ‎ ‎

Without a thought, you tried to slam yourself back only to slip half way in, choking a sob, it's so fucking big— you almost lose your balance as you held support latching on Zhongli's chest, leaning at him, directly staring at his adoring irises as you felt his strong arms, snaking up your waist and up your back, securing you.

‎You push yourself back as you thought. No you need to please him, you need to at least give him a little pleasure. You started to move again, this time you finally slammed it in, Your eyes rolled back as it directly hit your prostate head on, your feeble attempt of bouncing up and down on his cock is so cute. ‎

‎“ Nghhh— ” ‎

‎Zhongli couldn't help himself but to thrust up, only to make a bulge into your tummy once again, gripping your hips ever so tightly to hold you down, his hot load seeping in deeply inside you again, his baby batter painting your insides so fucking good.

‎‎“ Yes, bounce on it... yes— up and down like that. You dirty slut. ” ‎ ‎

Zhongli leaned in as he whispered into your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you felt your orgasm once again, your mind completely fucked, you couldn't think a single thing at this point, incoherent noises is all you can respond, as harsh and brutal thrust kept bullying your inside, rearranging it. ‎ ‎

“ Are you in for two this time, darling? ” ‎ ‎

You didn't understand but you still nodded completely unaware of what storm it is. ‎ ‎Zhongli held you once again as he held you down into a mating press onto the mattress as you sink in, You puzzled as you felt something, two.

The heads of his hard cocks started prodding in your glistening rim, your eyes widened as it punctured the air out of your lungs, It slid in, the two of it, it's delicious ridges hitting every spot, you felt your body shuddered from the sheer impact as you trembled uncontrollably all over again, you reached for his rippling biceps who's holding you down so hard, trying to tell him to slow down. ‎ ‎

“ Z-zhongli— Nghh... please slo—! ‎ ‎

‎“ Uugh..keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, all i wanna hear how delicious it sounds, the way my hole sounds like when I fuck it so hard.. Ngh— this hole is mine after all.. ” ‎

‎Zhongli merely spoke with you with such tone, whimpering, spreading your legs wider, as he thrusted in, drilling your insides sooo— deep, He let out whimper as he fucked your hole in a brutal pace not caring whatever you say at this point, he needed to breed you and your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break into pieces, it would sent you into a blackout. ‎

“ Keep them spread out, you dumb boy. ” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli spoke almost irritated, holding both of your thighs, you felt his cocks, the one bulging into your tummy as the other one kisses your prostate. ‎ ‎You cried as you let out the sweetest whines, his bulbous tips scrapes its way through your gummy walls, the ridges stimulating you even more.

‎“ F-fuuck! Too much.. Too much—! Mmmghhh..! ” ‎ ‎

You eyes widened as you felt his knot, the double knot expanding in your insides, you let out a choked sobs, drool drips down your lips once more, tears and snot covered and painted your face ever so hauntingly breathtaking,‎ ‎nn orgasm shook you to your core, as your cock sprayed up hot cum upwards, shooting it in zhongli's face, as he licked some of it.

‎“ Uughh— so much cum... Too much.. ” ‎ ‎ ‎

“ The night is still young, my beloved..” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli merely let out a crazed smile, as he press down the small bump in your stomach, leaning down to kissed you sloppily, up to your forehead.

the fucking choi san, out of all the idols that exist they choose the one yn has a crush on.

the creative director slid a mood board across the table: pictures of black leather, chains, clothes with cuts that showed more skin than whatever they had wear throughout his group eras. lyrics talked about obsession, possession, a late-night hunger that cannot be satiated. “we’re showing the world you’ve grown up,” the ceo said. “a darker. sexier. concept. with the best person that embodies all that. you're in good hands” yn’s stomach dropped, he opened his mouth to protest—he’d never even kissed anyone on camera without becoming a blushing mess, let alone sold sex appeal. “choi san” yn murmured while watching his fancams. san, whose body and stare had ignited every secret fantasy yn had buried under layers of his oversize hoodies and innocence since the first day he became aware of his existence.

rehearsals began a week later, during the first month it was pure tension, san was being very professional at first. he’d correct yn’s posture during the choreography, putting his hands firm on his waist, guiding him through slow, rolling body waves that felt strange for yn to be doing. “loosen up” san murmured, his breath warm against the other’s ear. “feel it in your core” his hand positioned there–gently– “not just your limbs”.

every touch made him stiffen, his face burning with shame. yn would apologize for everything, hide in the bathroom to calm his racing pulse and especially to hide the embarrassing boner in his gray sweatpants.

san wasn't stupid, he noticed—of course he did. those sharp eyes missed nothing: the lingering stare, the way yn’s breath caught when san stripped off his soaked shirt mid-break staying only in a tank top, muscles drenched in sweat and pumped with the veins bulging, the awkward silence whenever their bodies pressed too close during partner moves. san never pushed, he just watched, his smile flashing whenever yn flushed, voice dropping an octave when he gave feedback.

“you’ve are perfect for this concept,” he would say casually. “you just need to stop overthinking so much. let your body do the talking, just let yourself go”. weeks passed and yn practiced alone one night, trying to force sensuality into his movements—watching himself in the mirror, hating how stiff he still looked. the frustration started to built inside him. every day in that studio, san’s presence felt heavier and heavier– until one day it broke.

the rest of the staff had gone home; only the two of them remained in the practice room. they were running the bridge choreography—the part where yn and san's body pressed together, where the sexual tension between them feels the most. but he kept messing it up, after like the eighth failed take, yn dropped to the floor “i can’t do this”, he whispered, gasping for air, “i look ridiculous. i feel ridiculous”. silence became too loud in that room until san approached. he crouched in front of yn, grabbing and tilting his chin up with two fingers, “you don’t look ridiculous”, san said quietly, almost in a whispering tone, “the problem is that you think too much in being perfect, that you end up being scared of doing something wrong and that's why you feel so pressured”, tn tried to pull away, but san held firm, “i know you watch me” he continued, voice low, “i know what you’re thinking when you do”.

yn’s breath hitched. he couldn’t deny it—not with san looking at him like he already knew every dirty secret. san stood up, offering a hand. “come on. one more time. but this time, stop pretending”, they reset the music and this time, when san placed his hands on yn’s hips to guide the move, he went with it. he pressed closer, chest to back, letting yn feel the hard muscles of his body, the heat radiating through the damp fabric. “feel that?” san whispered against his neck, “that’s what the camera wants to see. that hunger”, yn’s knees nearly buckled. the music ended but neither of them moved, san’s hand moved up towards the other’s mouth, his thumb brushing yn’s lower lip. “tell me to stop”, yn didn’t. san kissed him then, slow at first, like he was testing the ground, then deeper when yn whimpered and parted his lips. it wasn’t gentle, san backed him against the mirrored wall until yn was trapped between cold glass and his sweaty muscles.

clothes came off in desperate pulls, pooling on the floor. san’s body was even more overwhelming when close: sweat slicked skin, defined abs flexing with every breath, a big chest that jiggle with the minimum movement, cock already straining against his briefs. he dropped to his knees, yanking yn’s underwear down and swallowing him in one go. yn moaned, hands flying to san’s head as that hot mouth worked him mercilessly. sucking, licking, deep-throating it until yn was shaking, his cock dripping with the thickest saliva ever. then san stood up, spinning him around to face the mirror, “look at yourself” he demanded, kicking yn’s legs apart. “look how wrecked you already are” yn stared at his reflection—his lips swollen, his eyes glassy, his chest heaving—san spat into his palm, slicked himself roughly, and pressed the head against yn’s untouched hole, “breathe” he growled, “you’re gonna take every inch” slowly he pushed in, letting the burn build, then harder when yn started to push back with desperate little sobs and moans. no lube, just spit and pre-cum, raw and filthy–exactly what yn had fantasized before, san making him his.

when san bottomed out, they both groaned in pleasure, sweat poured down san’s temples rolling down to the sides of his face and dripping onto yn’s back as he started moving with long, deep strokes.

the mirror showed everything, san’s muscles flexing with every thrust, yn’s face showing how much pleasure he was feeling, his mouth open, still not believing his secret desires had gotten real. the room was filled with wet slaps, grunts and the obscene squelch of san’s cock dragging through the other’s tight wet hole.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” san snarled, gripping yn’s hips hard enough that left his handprints on there. “a virgin hole so fucking greedy. sucking me in like it’s starving. all that cute shit you sell… who would've thought there was a slut hiding beneath all that. a greedy slut, hungry for cock. my cock.”

yn sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust san gave, he then reached and jerks yn’s dick. “i’m gonna fill you up. breed this pretty hole till you’re leaking my cum for days. every time you dance to this song you’ll remember me inside you.”

yn came after hearing those sinful words san spat, spurting messily ropes of cum against the mirror, san cursed and slammed deeper and deeper. then it was his turn, with a guttural moan the top came, thick ropes painted yn’s insides, until it leaked out around san’s cock as he kept grinding, forcing it deeper. he didn’t pull out right away he just stayed buried, sweaty muscles arms wrapped around yn’s trembling body.

“tomorrow, you're gonna dance like you mean it. i know you can” san murmured against his neck.

The next day, yn did it, his hips rolling slowly, his body moving smoothly. the staff whispered about how perfectly he was doing it. truth was that every move reminded him of san’s cock stretching him open, his body manhandling him.

It didn’t take a genius to understand how the world worked. 

Predators and prey.

The distinction has existed long before language, before civilizations, and even before fire itself. Even now, centuries after society had supposedly moved beyond such primitive instincts, with laws and technology that stretched across continents, nobody could truly escape them as they were buried beneath skin and bone.

It was woven into the very foundation of life and no amount of modernization could completely erase millions of years of evolution.

Everyone knew it. 

Especially prey.

The only difference was that now they wore suits, paid taxes, and pretended otherwise.

Felines lounged in expensive penthouses while deer hurried through crowded streets. Foxes grinned with too many teeth for comfort. Bears occupied positions of power. Hawks stalked from above. Rats thrived in hidden corners of cities or their tiny homes while sheep gathered in comfortable communities where they felt safe among their own kind.

Most hybrids learned to coexist.

Most.

Because instincts however, were another matter entirely.

No matter how modern society became, nobody could completely suppress what nature had designed them to be. 

A bunny would always recognize a fox or wolf.

A mouse would always fear a snake.

And predators?

They never stopped noticing prey. As if that wasn’t enough, society was divided by a second hierarchy layered over the first.

Alphas, betas, and omegas.

Betas made up the majority of the population and generally lived ordinary lives. Alphas possessed stronger instincts and stronger pheromones—they naturally commanded attention whenever they were around.

Omegas were rarer.

Far rarer.

Sensitive to scents and instinctual cues. Often viewed as vulnerable regardless of whether they actually were.

For predator omegas, life could be difficult.

For prey omegas, life could be terrifying.

And unfortunately for you, fate decided to make you both.

A bunny. An omega.

A combination that attracted attention all the time.

Most days, you managed.

You kept your small ears hidden beneath hoods. You avoided dangerous neighborhoods. You ignored the lingering stares from strangers who caught your scent in crowded spaces.

Tonight wasn’t the kind of night you could manage.

The city streets felt wrong.

Too empty and too silent.

Your bunny ears twitch beneath the hood of your sweater as you hurried along the road. 

The sensation started as a simple feeling—being watched. Your heartbeat quickened and you glanced behind you.

Nothing.

Just empty sidewalks, a few flickering streetlights, no footsteps. Not even movement of trash tumbling in the light breeze. Yet the feeling refused to disappear.

The problem was that you didn’t know what was causing this fear. Not yet.

Hidden among the shadows of an alley, glowing eyes followed your every move. Tall ears tilted forward as he listened to the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat from several blocks away.

Patient, amused, even starving.

And there you were—so small compared to him and such fragile prey.

Sinister remained crouched behind a dumpster, one hand resting on the ground to stabilize himself and a grin spread across his face.

Most prey disappointed him.

You were different. You could feel him even from over there!

And yet, the hunt hadn’t even begun and you were already afraid without knowing you were actively playing with him.

—

Something moved behind you. 

A figure emerged from the mouth of a narrow alley so casually that, under different circumstances, you might have mistaken him for someone simply heading home after work or leaving a friend's place.

Dark jeans and a charcoal jacket left partially unzipped, hands tucked into his pockets.

Your steps faltered. There was nothing that should have been alarming, yet everything in your body erupted into panic the moment his eyes landed on you.

You couldn’t smell him before, now you could.

He’s not only a wolf, but an alpha.

Your bunny ears twitched violently beneath your hood.

The stranger’s head tilted slightly and a smile pulled at his lips.

It wasn’t friendly at all. It was more like he’d finally found something he’s been looking to play with. Something fascinating and so sweet smelling.

“Well,” he said softly.

“Ah!”

The sound that left you was humiliating.

A tiny squeak.

The kind of sound a frightened prey animal made, and the kind of sound that made predators excited to hear.

Your eyes widened.

HIs smile widened too.

You spun around and bolted down the street with every ounce of speed your little legs could manage. The sudden movement sent your hood flying backward, and two soft bunny ears immediately sprang free.

The sensation barely registered. You were too busy trying not to die. Behind you, however—

His eyes widened. “…A bunny?” His eyes followed the movement of your ears as they bounced with every frantic step.

Of all the prey animals he could have stumbled across.. a bunny. An omega bunny!

The universe clearly liked him today.

“…No way.” His grin slowly spread. Then spread further—until it bordered on unsettling.

That explained so much.

And those ears—small and rounded. Not the long elegant ears of larger rabbit breeds.

It was cute.

Ridiculously cute.

He actually laughed. A low sound that echoed into the lonely, night air. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

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Meanwhile, you were rapidly discovering that being terrified made it difficult to think.

A bunny wasn’t built for fighting. You were built for one thing.

Running.

And right now, you were putting that evolutionary advantage to use.

The city blurred around you. Streetlights. Storefronts. Passing cars. Everything became a streak of color.

Your bunny ears flattened against your head as you ran.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back.

Don’t—

Curiosity won.

You glanced over your shoulder.

The wolf was grinning and he wasn’t even trying.

He walked after you at first, hands still in his pockets. Completely relaxed. As if he already knew how this would end.

Why did he look so confident?

Why did he look so happy?

The answer arrived a moment later.

Sinister looked directly in your large eyes, then he started running. And suddenly the distance between you started disappearing.

Far too fast. The kind of speed nature had gifted wolves specifically so rabbits would never feel completely safe.

“N- No, no, no, no—”

You darted around a corner. Then another and another, desperately trying to lose him.

The city quickly became a maze. People became obstacles. You nearly crashed into a pair of deer hybrids waiting at a crosswalk. One startled look at your face was enough for them to step aside.

You kept running.

A fox hybrid exiting a convenience store blinked as you flew past. Then immediately moved out of the way after spotting the massive wolf several yards behind you.

Nobody intervened.

Nobody was stupid enough to get involved.

Not when an alpha predator looked that focused and that interested.

Sinister followed at an easy pace. He wasn’t even breathing hard, but you were fast, he’d give you that. Faster than most prey. Quick on your feet. Exactly what you’d expect from a Netherland Dwarf. But panic made prey predictable.

He could practically see your instincts making decisions for you. And his grin never faded.

He should have ended the chase already. Could have, very easily. Yet every time he got close enough to catch you, he slowed down. Just enough to allow hope to return. Allowing you to think maybe you’d escape.

Then he’d close the distance again to watch your panic spike all over. Watching those little bunny ears pin back tighter.

It was fascinating.

—

You glanced back again and your foot caught on an uneven section of pavement.

The world tilted for a moment and you stumbled.

Another squeaky sound escaped your throat. For one horrible second you thought you were going down. Somehow you caught yourself and kept running.

But the damage was done.

Mark’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. Something possessive flashed across his expression.

Ahead, your vision blurred. Your lungs burned. And you knew you couldn’t keep this up forever. Every breath came in short, frantic gasps as you sprinted through unfamiliar streets, desperately searching for somewhere—anywhere—to hide.

The sound of approaching footsteps never fully disappeared.

Your ears flattened tighter against your head as you darted around another corner. Then your eyes widened.

A children's park.

The small fenced playground sat mostly abandoned beneath the glow of nearby streetlights. Colorful plastic play structures cast long shadows across the ground. A slide. Monkey bars. A tiny plastic tunnel. A playhouse.

Your racing mind immediately latched onto one thought.

Everything was small, made for children. Made for someone much smaller than a fully grown wolf hybrid. Hope surged through your chest and without hesitation, you vaulted the low fence and sprinted across the playground.

The tiny plastic playhouse was too exposed. The slide offered nowhere to hide. The tunnel was perfect.

Well, perfect was a generous description because it was cramped, even for you. But you were a Netherland Dwarf hybrid. Small enough that people constantly underestimated just how tiny you actually were and could be.

Dropping to your knees, you quickly squeezed inside. The tunnel barely accommodated you. Plastic pressed against your shoulders, your bunny ears folded awkwardly against your head, but it worked. You crawled deeper inside until you reached the middle. Then you curled up as tightly as possible and waited.

Silence.

Your heart hammered against your ribs.

Thump, thump, thump.

Surely he’d lose track of you, right?

There was no way someone his size could fit in here. No way he'd bother checking the children's playground. No way—

But footsteps were approaching. 

You squeaked quietly as your blood ran cold.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. Silence returned.

You squeezed your eyes shut and pleaded internally.

“That was clever.” His voice sounded amused. “I’ll give you points for creativity, bunny.”

The casual nickname made your stomach churn unpleasantly. You pressed both hands over your mouth. Maybe if you stayed quiet—

A shadow fell across the tunnel entrance.

There was no way he could see you. The tunnel curved and the center section was hidden! He shouldn’t know you were here. Then again—

Wolf.

Enhanced hearing. Enhanced smell. Enhanced everything.

“Oh, come on.” Mark sounded almost offended. “You didn’t think that would actually work, did you?”

A small, terrified noise escaped your throat before you could stop it. Immediately regretting it, you clamped both hands tighter over your mouth.

Outside, Mark laughed. “There you are.”

The wolf crouched near the entrance. Not trying to reach inside. Not trying to drag you out. Just looking. Like he was enjoying this far too much.

Which, judging by the grin on his face, he absolutely was.

The scent of frightened omega practically filled the air around the playground.

Normally he would’ve ended the chase by now.

Normally the novelty would’ve worn off.

But this?

A tiny bunny rabbit hiding in playground equipment because the big bad wolf was chasing him.

The situation was ridiculous and somehow that made it even better.

Inside the tunnel, you pulled your knees tighter against your chest. If you stayed here long enough, he’d get bored.

Predators got bored, right?

One minute. Two. Three.

Neither of you moved.

Then Mark spoke again. “You know,” he said casually, “I was planning on going easy on you.”

Your ears twitched.

“You started running.. and then I found out you’re a rabbit.”

A pause.

“That really didn’t help your case.”

Your face burned. That wasn’t fair! None of this was fair. You hadn’t done anything. You just happened to exist.

Unfortunately, judging by the wolf sitting outside your hiding place with that patient smile on his face, that seemed to be more than enough.

He wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

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Twenty minutes passed.

At some point, your legs had stopped shaking so violently. Your breathing had steadied. And the crushing panic that had been suffocating you since the chase began had settled into something else.

Cautious hope.

Because the wolf had gone quiet.

Very quiet.

The silence stretched on for so long that you started wondering if he’d finally left.

Your ears twitched. Listening... and nothing.

Had he gotten bored? Maybe he’d realized this wasn’t worth his time. Slowly, carefully, you shifted inside the tunnel. The plastic creaked softly beneath you. A tiny bit more confidence returned.

Enough to make a terrible decision.

You began crawling toward the entrance with your heart pounding against your ribs. The tunnel opening grew closer. A sliver of moonlight spilled inside.

You stopped right before reaching it.

Listened.. nothing again.

Maybe he was really gone.

Your ears poked out first. Then the top of your head. Then your eyes. You cautiously peeked outside.

The playground was empty.

No wolf.

No—

A flash of movement.

Something dropped from above.

Your startled squeak barely had time to leave your throat before a hand shot toward you.

“Got you—” Mark's voice sounded far more excited than it had any right to.

You immediately jerked backward.

The grab missed. Mostly.

“Eeek!” You scrambled desperately deeper into the tunnel but the movement wasn’t fast enough—Mark’s hand closed on something. The back of your jacket, the fabric near the nape.

For a brief second, both of you froze.

You stared at the hand clutching your jacket.

Mark stared at the handful of fabric he’d managed to catch. Then his grin slowly widened. “Oh, that’s lucky.”

Your eyes widened in horror and you immediately grabbed the front of the tunnel with both hands. “No!”

He shifted until he was sitting comfortably on top of the tunnel.

Apparently, during those twenty minutes, he’d climbed up there without making a sound.

“Welp, now I've got you.” He sounded entirely too pleased with himself.

“Let go!” You pulled harder but his grip didn’t budge.

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Because I caught you.”

What kind of answer was that?

Meanwhile, Mark looked delighted. His tail swayed lazily behind him. The moment you’d peeked your head out, his self-control had vanished.

He’d seen those little bunny ears. Seen those big, cautious eyes. Seen the hopeful expression that said maybe the scary wolf had finally left.

And before he could stop himself, he’d tried to grab you.

Unfortunately, his excitement had made him sloppy. Had you reacted a fraction slower, he would’ve had your wrist. Instead he’d ended up with a fistful of jacket.

Still.

A win was a win.

Inside the tunnel, you gave another determined yank. Nothing. The wolf wasn’t even straining. Your entire body moved yet his hand didn’t even tremble.

Which was horribly unfair and completely expected from an alpha wolf.

“Come on, bunny.”

The nickname made your ears twitch irritably again.

“I don’t want to.”

“You’ve made that very clear.”

A pause.

“You know,” he mused, “most prey don’t hide in playground equipment.”

“Most prey aren’t being chased by a giant wolf!”

“Hm, fair.”

And while you’d spent the last several minutes treating the tunnel like an anchor point, Mark seemed to have finally decided he’d indulged you long enough.

The tension on your jacket increased. Slowly and steadily.

“Wait!" The fabric pulled taut as you tightened your grip on the tunnel. “Wait, wait—”

Your hands slipped.

Mark gave one firm pull.

You were dragged several inches toward the entrance.

“Ah! Stop it! Stop!"

He continued pulling anyways, steadily reeling you in as though your resistance barely registered.

You kicked your feet against the plastic. The tunnel echoed with scraping sounds. Your fingers clawed. Nothing worked.

Moonlight spilled over your face.

And then—

You were out.

A startled squeak escaped you as the wolf effortlessly lifted you clear of the tunnel. The ground vanished beneath your feet.

Your entire body instinctively curled inward. Knees drawing up. Bunny ears flattening. Arms tucked close to your chest. As though making yourself smaller would somehow help.

You hung several feet above the ground, suspended entirely by the back of your jacket.

Mark stared.

And stared.

And stared.

The sight was almost enough to make him forget what he’d been doing.

The bunny had literally curled up midair.

Like some instinctive defense mechanism.

For a moment, the wolf simply admired his catch.

His voice sounded almost dreamy, “You know I’m stronger than you, right?”

You glared. Or at least attempted to.

The effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that you were currently dangling like a misplaced plush toy. “I noticed.”

He chuckled as he adjusted his grip slightly, just enough to keep you comfortable. Which was an entirely different problem.

“You really thought the tunnel would save you.”

“It almost did.”

“No. It did not.”

“It stopped you!”

“Barely. But, you know what the worst part is?”

“I don’t want to know.”

“I’m going to tell you anyways." You grunted and Sinister ignored it. “When I first saw you, I knew you were prey. Then I knew you were an omega. And when your hood fell off?" His grin widened.

“Oh no.”

You immediately knew where this was going.

“Oh yes. The ears came out.”

You buried your face in your hands.

“Your wittle bunny ears.” He mocked, looking delighted.

“Stop.”

“A tiny bunny.”

“Please.. stop.”

Sinister listened. For a moment at least—content to simply stand there with one hand in his pocket, the other holding the back of your jacket. Eventually, he tilted his head, dark eyes meeting yours.

“So.”

“So?” you repeated cautiously.

“So what exactly was your plan after the tunnel?”

“…I was hoping you’d leave.”

The silence that followed lasted two seconds before Mark burst out laughing. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hesitated.

His laugh grew louder, echoing across the empty playground.

“Oh my—” he exhaled between laughs, shoulders shaking. “You’re dumber than I thought!”

Your stomach dropped. "What?"

His hand tightened slightly on your jacket—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you exactly how easily he could. You flinched anyway.

“Oh, don't do that,” he said, voice dripping with amusement as he started to shake you. “I'm starting to like you.”

You squeaked instinctively, feet kicking uselessly at open air. Sinister clicked his tongue like he was scolding you. "Careful, pipsqueak."

"YOU did that!"

"I made a small adjustment," he corrected.

“It’s embarrassing,” he continued lightly, tilting his head again, “just thinking about the fact that you’re still alive. And you still have attitude."

“I didn’t do anything,” you said, voice strained.

“Oh?” The wolf leaned in slightly, his eyes sharpening, interest flickering back in like a switch had been flipped. “That’s the problem."

His smile softened. “You didn’t do anything,” he repeated, slower this time. “And yet you ran the moment you saw me. So, I followed."

"...That's stalking."

"Hunting."

"It's still stalking!"

“It's instinct.” He gave a small, amused shrug, like he didn't care about legal distinctions. His grip shifted again, and this time he lifted you a fraction higher, forcing you to look up at him fully. “How long did you think you could survive like that?” he asked quietly. “Really.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Sinister watched the silence stretch, then exhaled like he was mildly disappointed. “Prey like you always think distance equals safety,” he said, almost conversational. “Hiding spots. Corners. Little tunnels.”

His eyes flicked briefly toward the playground structure behind you.

“Temporary things.”

Then back to you.

“But you’re still here,” he added, voice dipping slightly. “So I guess I should give you a little credit.”

That should have sounded like praise. It didn’t. Not with the way he said it. Your ears twitched despite yourself.

“There it is, bunny,” he murmured.

“..What?”

He leaned back slightly, still holding you suspended, watching you like you were doing something fascinating without realizing it. “You’re not just scared. You’re responsive.. like, very responsive.”

Your face heated instantly. “I’m—”

His grip suddenly shifted, just like his energy. Your stomach dropped the instant his arm moved.

“Wait!”

The protest barely left your mouth before the world tilted.

He lifted you fully. No effort—just one smooth motion as if you weighed nothing at all. Like's he's finally decided something.

He was already turning away from the playground and started walking.

The playground lights faded behind you as he crossed the fence without slowing down, stepping into the darker stretch of trees bordering the park.

Your breathing spiked immediately.

“P- Please, stop—”

Branches shifted overhead. The city noise dulled. Everything grew quieter the deeper he went, until all you could hear was your own heartbeat and the steady rhythm of his steps.

You twisted slightly in his grip. “Where are you taking me?!”

“I don’t want anyone watching.”

You stopped struggling for half a second. “…W-what?”

He kept walking. Branches brushed past his shoulders as he moved deeper into the trees. Moonlight broke through in thin stripes, cutting across his face—dark eyes steady, focused ahead like you were already a done decision.

“I said,” he continued, “I don’t want anyone seeing us out there.”

Us? That didn't sit right with you.

“I didn’t do anything!” you blurted again, voice cracking slightly. “I just— I was just running!”

Sinister let out a soft sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “It’s not about what you did,” he said. He adjusted his grip slightly, holding you more securely against his side as he walked—like you were something that belonged there now.

“It’s about what you are,” he added.

The forest seemed darker after that. The trees thicker. The path less visible. You tried to look back toward the park, but it was already gone behind the trunks. The deeper you went into the trees, the worse your instincts got.

Mark finally stopped. Not in a clearing that looked safe. Not anywhere that made sense. Just a patch of uneven ground between twisted roots and low hanging branches where the forest floor dipped slightly into soft, wet earth.

You barely had time to process it before you were dropped.

“Ugh!”

Your body hit the ground with a dull, messy impact. Cold. Wet. Mud soaked into your clothes immediately, clinging to fabric and skin alike. You scrambled instinctively, trying to push yourself up—

But a shadow fell over you.

Mark dropped down with you. Like gravity meant nothing to him. He landed directly above you, one knee planted beside your hip, pinning the space around you without fully crushing you—but making escape feel instantly impossible.

Your breath hitched. “W-wait—!”

The wolf didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned in.

His nose moved slightly as he inhaled slowly. His attention wasn’t on your face. It was on your scent.

“No—don’t—!”

A hand caught your wrist before you could even finish moving. Mark hummed softly, almost thoughtfully, as if confirming something only he could understand.

Then his free hand moved... curiously?

He ran his fingers along your sleeve first, then your shoulder, testing, feeling, mapping you out like you were something unfamiliar he wanted to understand fully.

Your ears snapped upright in panic.

And that’s when his attention sharpened.

“Oh…”

It was quiet. Almost pleased.

His hand shifted immediately to your head.

You flinched hard. “Stop—!”

His fingers closed around one of your bunny ears. Not pulling harshly. Just holding it. Tilting it slightly as if inspecting how it worked.

Sinister tilted his head.

“So sensitive,” he murmured.

His hand moved again—briefly brushing your tail, then your hips, then your back. You shook under him, mud sticking to your clothes, humiliation and fear mixing into something you couldn’t untangle.

Your hands pushed against the ground, trying to twist free from beneath him. Your legs kicked weakly, slipping against wet earth and roots. “Let me go!”

"Stop it," Mark growled quietly, before he pulled your pants down, the fabric tearing with a satisfying, almost violent sound.

He didn't bother with finesse—he immediately positioned his large cock at the entrance of your tight, trembling hole and pushed.

“A- aaahhh!!” Your eyes flew wide, brimming with sudden, fat tears that spilled down your cheeks. A broken, high pitched squeak escaped you as your body was forced to stretch around the sheer girth of Mark’s dick.

As he began to pound into you with ferocity, the sheer mounting anxiety became too much for your small body.

“Stop—wait, p-please!!”

The sound of your panicked cried and whines were like fuel to the fire in Mark’s veins.

—

He ignored the mud coating his thighs and the grit grinding between your bodies—all he could feel was the tight, agonizingly delicious friction of your ass.

“T-too big!!”

With a grunt, Mark suddenly hooked his large hands under your knees, hauling your legs upward, forcing them all the way back to your shoulders. The position was completely exposing the pink, stretching hole to the moonlight and his predatory gaze.

“Too big?" Mark rasped, his face a mask of sweat and dirt as he leaned down, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. "You're gonna take all of it. You're gonna take every fucking inch."

He began to hammer into you with a more aggressive, almost heavy rhythm, his hips slamming against your pelvis with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the trees.

The overstimulation was reaching a fever pitch. The sheer size of his cock expanding your ass to the limit.

“It is! I- It doesn’t feel right! I don’t—”

“Liar. You love how it feels.” He interrupted as he increased his pace. His thrusts became shorter but rougher; driving himself into the very depths of your tiny body, aiming for that sweet spot. “..You love being filled up like this."

“M- Mmhh! No!”

The cold mud against your skin and the scorching heat of Mark’s cock was too much. Your small noises were becoming frantic, your small body twitching uncontrollably under the onslaught.

The sheer pressure in your lower abdomen, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched to the point of bursting, reached a breaking point.

Suddenly, a warm sensation flooded the space between you both. Your bladder finally gave way under the crushing weight of the stimulation.

A warm stream of urine flooded out from your twitching cock, mixing with the dirt and the sweat of your joined bodies.

The sensation was humiliating, but Mark didn't pull away. If anything, the piss only seemed to drive his primal instincts higher—feeling the build up in his own loins reaching crescendo.

“Look at you," Mark hissed, his eyes burning with a possessive light. "So messy. What a dirty little thing.”

Even then, he let out a low chuckle as he felt your body start to go limp and tremble violently under the weight of your release.

And now, he decided he wasn't just going to cum; he was going to breed you.

He pumped his dick in one last, devastatingly deep thrust, his hips locking against yours as his knot began to swell rapidly inside the overstimulated hole.

He groaned. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin, flooding your insides with a hot, thick release.

“W- Wait—! Don’t cum in me! Get it out!” You squealed.

Sinister didn’t listen nor did he let you rest. Instead, with a grunt of exertion, he shifted his weight, manhandling you with a brute strength that felt inescapable.

He forced your legs to the side, clamping them tightly together with one dirt stained hand to stifle any attempt at kicking or escape.

The other hand moved to your hip, spreading you once more, exposing the ravaged, gaping hole.

The sight was devastating.

The pink pucker was swollen, leaking a messy mixture of thick, white cum and the remnants of mud. It looked utterly wrecked, perfectly prepared for the nasty predator currently looming over you.

You could only lie there, trembling violently, your breath coming in ragged, broken whimpers as Mark began to drive into you again.

“No—no more! I- I’m so full!”

The plea was pathetic, a broken, sobbing sound that should have triggered pity, but to Sinister, it was nothing more than a confirmation of his power.

Seeing prey like you so completely undone—physically and emotionally—sent a wave of dark satisfaction through his chest.

"Full?" He mocked, his voice a rasp.

He leaned down, his weight crushing against your heaving chest, forcing the air out of you in a sharp gasp.

"You haven't seen anything yet. And you’re going to take every last drop."

He didn't care about the tears or the way your eyes were glazed over. With a quiet growl, he began to drive back into your ass. Each thrust was aimed at bottoming out against your womb.

“A- Aah! I don’t wanna be bred! Take it out!”

The words were a frantic, desperate prayer, but to him, they sounded like a challenge.

The mention of pregnancy, the ultimate act of claiming a potential mate sent a jolt of pure excitement through his spine. The idea of you carrying his scent, his mark, his actual offspring, made the wolf in his gut snarl with a possessive glee.

"That’s exactly what a little bunny like you is for." Mark hissed.

He wanted to hammer his seed so deep into your core that it became a part of you. Every time his hips slammed against yours, he felt the your insides twitching, trying to accommodate the unrelenting intrusion.

Your wails and squeals were becoming incoherent, lost in the rhythmic, wet slapping of bodies and the heavy sounds of his breathing.

                         ༶•┈┈୨୧┈┈•༶

The forest was no longer a place of peace. The air was thick with the suffocating, musky scent of sweat, forest loam, and the sweet aroma of bunny pheromones.

A loud, sickeningly wet squelch echoed through the trees. The sound of his massive cock plunging into a hole that was already overflowing with the thick, creamy evidence of his previous bust.

"Look at how much you can take," he grunted, his voice a jagged, strained wreck. He leaned down, his face inches from your tear streaked, flushed visage. "Listen to that... you're practically drowning in it. You're nothing but a little breeding vessel for me, aren't you?"

You could only let out broken sobs, head tossing wildly from side to side in the wet ground.

"Aaaah! H—hah...! No, noo!"

And Mark could feel the familiar, agonizing swell of his knot beginning to expand once more, an aching pressure that forced him to bury himself as deep as physically possible.

He let out a long, guttural groan, his fingers digging hard into your hips that he was certain would leave permanent marks.

SPLAT.

With a final, devastating lunge, his knot locking tight against the entrance of your desolate hole. The sensation of being irrevocably sealed inside a bunny was intoxicating to him.

“E—eek!! Oh no!”

"There..." he gasped, body convulsing as he erupted a hot torrent of hot, sticky seed into you. "There you go. Take it all... take it, you little slut.”

He could feel the heat of his cum overflowing your tiny, overstretched womb, painting the very depths of your guts white.

But, he didn't just want to satisfy his lust. He wanted to saturate you. As the throbbing of his knot finally began to recede again, Mark felt a dark sense of completion.

He was still panting, his chest heaving with the exertion of the “hunt,” but the predatory madness in his eyes had softened into a dazed, possessive glow.

He didn't pull away gently—he gripped your hips one last time and surged backward with a sudden, violent force.

POP!

You let out a weak gasp.

The sound of his massive cock sliding out was loud in the quiet forest, a final, lewd exclamation of his conquest.

As the seal broke, a messy mixture of cum, urine, and mud spilled out of your devastated entrance, coating your thighs in a pale, sticky slurry.

Your body, absolutely spent and utterly broken, finally went limp..

You collapsed back into the cold muck, your limbs splayed out uselessly, small frame twitching with the aftershocks of the overstimulation. You looked like a discarded doll, eyes glazed and rolling back, breath coming in shallow, hitching gasps.

And unfortunately for you, Mark wasn't quite done.

He leaned down over you. Instead of a kiss, his teeth found the skin of your shoulder, sinking in with a sharp nip. He bit hard enough to draw a bead of crimson blood, the metallic tang of it mixing with the salty scent of sweat.

He moved to the other side, nipping at the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of stinging, red marks that would serve as a silent warning to anyone who dared look too closely.

He wanted the bruises to stay, he wanted the marks to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

“E—eep..” You squeaked softly.

"Yeah... keep making those sounds," Mark muttered, his voice still rough and low.

He reached out a large, dirt stained hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, smearing a bit of the mud across the your cheek.

The tiny, involuntary shudder that wracked you was followed by a familiar, warm sensation. In your state of sheer, lingering terror and sensory exhaustion, your little bunny bladder betrayed you once more, a thin, frantic stream of urine soaking into your skin.

Instead of being repulsed, Sinister felt a fresh surge of arousal. The scent of your fear and the sharp, acrid smell of piss mixing with the heavy musk of their sex was like a drug.

"Again?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, an extra round won't hurt me."

“Wait— …w-what?”

He didn't give you a moment to breathe. He simply lunged forward, the weight of his entire body was a suffocating pressure that forced the air from your lungs in a pathetic, wheezing "Uuuf.."

There was no room for you to move, no room to even breathe, let alone escape.

Mark reached down and gripped your soft bunny ears. He didn't hold them gently—he wound the velvet appendages around his fingers and tugged, forcing your head back at a punishing angle.

You squeaked.

He needed those eyes focused. He needed you to see the predator that was currently dismantling him.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. He grabbed your chin, forcing those glazed, rolled back eyes to snap into focus on his own. "Don't you dare look away."

Without a second of hesitation, Mark moved. He didn't go for the heat of your lower half this time. Instead, he drove his thick, pulsing cock straight into your mouth.

The sudden movement forced a muffled, choked scream from your throat, eyes widening in sheer shock as your jaw was stretched to the breaking point.

He didn't care about comfort.

He began to fuck your face, his hips slamming against your chin and lips. The sound was a wet, messy cacophony of gagging, heavy breathing, and squelching.

Every time he thrust deep, he felt your small hands clawing uselessly at his muscular thighs, trying to find leverage.

"Take every fucking inch of me," Mark hissed, his eyes watching you struggle to accommodate him. "Show me how well you can take it.."

Your eyes were brimming with fresh tears, your face flushed and tear streaked as you fought to breathe around the invading length.

You were practically drowning.

The taste of mud, musk, and the sharp tang of your own urine made your head spin in a dizzying haze of sensory overload.

"That's it... swallow it all..." Mark groaned. He was relentless, his large hands tightening their grip on your ears, using them to steer your head back and forth, ensuring he was hitting the very back of your throat.

He wanted to feel the exact moment your body buckled.

He wanted to feel the heat of your throat constricting around him even more, wanted to feel your very soul surrender to his cock.

And you could barely make a sound—only muffled whimpers and the panic-stricken sounds of your own choking.

"Good boy... just like that.”

Your vision began to swim, the dark trees above blurring into a chaotic whirl of shadows. Perhaps death, somehow, was consuming you.

But Mark was reaching his limit, white hot sparks going through his nervous system. The familiar, violent tension. The urge to claim one last time before the exhaustion finally claimed him too.

"I'm... coming..."

He didn't pull out. Instead, he gripped the bunny's ears even tighter, ensuring he was as deep as physically possible.

With a final, bone deep lunge into your jaw, his hips locked against your face with a heavy thud.

He let out a long, ragged moan, his body tensing into a rigid arc—knot pulsing violently, and the sheer volume of the release was staggering.

You could feel the viscous liquid filling your mouth, sliding down your throat in an overwhelming rush.

You could only make desperate gagging and asphyxiating sounds. Your trembling, wet eyes rolled back once more as you struggled to swallow the amount of the hot deluge.

"All of it..."

Mark’s eyes burned with a dark, triumphant light. He didn't loosen his grip on the ears, holding you in that vulnerable, stretched position to ensure not a single drop was wasted.

—

He eventually pulled away with a slow, wet suction sound, his cock sliding out and leaving a glistening trail of white seed hanging from the your lips.

You let out a ragged wheeze.

Mark sat back on his haunches, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

He looked down at the wreckage he had made.

You lay completely sprawled in the stinking mire, small, filth smeared body still twitching with involuntary, post orgasmic tremors.

Your face was a mask of pure, beautiful devastation—eyes wide and vacant, staring up at the canopy in a blank, trance like state, mouth slightly agape and still leaking a bit of the creamy seed you had been forced to swallow.

"Fuuuck. You're actually really good," Mark muttered, a predatory, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips.

He reached down, his thumb tracing the edge of your swollen, reddened lip, smearing a bit of the leftover cum across your cheek. "Got me thinking if I should just keep you for myself. Hide you away where no one else can find you."

The thought wasn't a joke. There was a terrifying sincerity in his eyes, a possessive hunger that hadn't quite been sated by the physical act.

He wanted to wrap his arms around this small, ruined thing and never let the world see you again.

You didn't even blink.

You just lay there, a broken, beautiful mess of a bunny, your mind clearly lost somewhere in the hazy, overwhelming void.

Unaware that you were completely, utterly owned.

© 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 — do not copy my work.

m!reader after:

Tonight, the wind feels chillier than usual on your walk back home from the bus stop.

As such, you feel yourself shivering more than you usually do.

Granted, the walk back to your shitty, pathetic excuse of an apartment building in the middle of bumfuck nowhere isn’t ever exactly like those moonlit and effervescently fantastical and beautiful fairytale art pieces you used to see as a little boy dressed in rags in that long-gone antique shop your dad brought you to whenever he had something to sell to make barely enough to fill your stomachs.

Nah, the 10-minute walk from the bus stop that was weathered down by time and with torn-up fast-food bags at its feet instead of flowers, to your trashy and thankfully cheap-to-rent, because God does it look the part, apartment building is always the same.

But the chill in the wind tonight, something about it makes the goosebumps on your skin feel even more present.

Almost every night, when you finish your night shift at your god-awful and life-siphoning minimum wage job at the diner back in the backwater town you’re forced to call home, the dying, flickering streetlights guide you back home, the voices of crickets, stray animals, and local druggies sleeping in the bushes remind you you’re not alone (for better or for worse), and the sight of the shithole you call your home in the distance reminds you just how fucking dead inside and dead tired you are since you just got off work at motherfucking 3 AM.

Shit.

You. Need. To. Fucking. Sleep.

And when you fall asleep tonight, maybe your overworked and exhausted self will rest eternally this time.

…

No.

As pessimistic as you are about your life, that was taking it a bit too far.

You didn’t mean it because…

As much as life, from the day you were born, has been beating you down every goddamn day, month, and year, you will never let down your late father by giving up on your life.

Not when he literally worked himself to death by dumpster diving to keep you barely fed, and in his last days, selling anything he found (or stole) just to be able to afford you your first month of rent in the shitty apartment you live in that you got only because your landlord was tired of him begging on his knees.

Your life is full-on dog shit, no doubt about that.

… But if it wasn’t for your father’s unwavering love for a son that he didn’t even mean to have (He wouldn’t stop telling you that whenever he had too much to drink from the half-finished bottles he found in the alleys), you could’ve still been living in that tent deep in the dark forest that he made out of discarded sleeping bags and ropes that you spent your childhood and adolescence in.

Thank God the officials in your town don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone, and they didn’t order it torn down.

Despite him being anything but the ideal provider, despite him wishing the worst of fates on your mother, who ran away the day you were born, like a morning prayer, and despite him bringing you into this everyday battle called life because he got drunk and didn’t use fucking protection, he somehow loved you more than anything.

Despite your shitty situation, he never yelled at you for eating his share of food for the night, he stole books from the local library to read you bedtime stories when you were little, and hell, he didn’t beat you when you accidentally said you had a crush on the boy in the soccer field at the school you couldn’t go to when you were ten.

His love is the reason you keep on going.

And his final words, which he spoke in that tent, his trembling and weakening hand holding yours, his body falling apart because of the hard life he had lived, are what play in your head like a comforting and warm hug when your head is pounding from a lack of sleep.

“Don’t be a worthless piece of shit like me, you hear me, boy?”

Pfft.

It wasn’t anything graceful, but your dad was anything but a gentleman, so it suited him perfectly.

And frankly, his final words always somehow make you laugh even when your body is sore from standing all day on sticky diner tiles.

…

It’s been a few years since he passed away.

The tent you both lived in is long gone; you found it torn apart when you last checked out the spot where it was, probably rambunctious teens.

But that’s okay, all you need as a reminder of your one and only supporter is what’s hugging you and protecting you from the chilly wind.

Your dad’s signature windbreaker.

His “best steal,” he would call it.

It’s what he wore when he needed to sell something for pennies.

He said it’s all he had if he wanted to look presentable enough not to be kicked out of buildings. 

You wear it everywhere because it makes you feel like he’s still with you and cracking jokes jovially as if your lives weren’t shit.

You did have to wash it somewhat… religiously to get the scent of cigs and beer off of it, but it’s staying with you for life.

…

Life is hard.

But for him, you will be a successful man.

For him, you will live a good life.

And for him, you somehow got a scholarship at the local community college in the hopes of becoming a man that your father can be proud of.

He told you he was already proud of you for surviving the hells of poverty, but now he can be proud of you for being on the journey towards something greater.

And maybe for him, you can find someone to love one day as well.

Heh, if only money wasn’t a goddamn issue every second of your life.

…

You’re not sure why you went down memory lane on your walk home.

Maybe it’s because you just needed something to comfort you while the leaves rustled and the wind whistled a bit louder than usual.

In any case, it worked, and just like that, you find yourself approaching your beaten-up and graffiti-covered apartment door.

God, it’s a hideous sight.

But… It’s nice to have a home to come to, shitty as it is.

Having lived in street alleys and dark forest floors for your childhood and adolescence, it’s still surreal and comforting, even after a few years, to finally have a door to come back to every night.

Well, thank God you have a day off tomorrow. 

At least you’ll be able to, maybe, catch up on 7 days of sleep.

That is, if your only neighbour in this shithole doesn’t…

No, no.

Don’t manifest it.

If you don’t think of your neighbour’s nightly… ahem, noises, perhaps you’ll be lucky and have a rare night of uninterrupted sleep.

With a very long sigh, you pick up your step.

You’re a bit too exhausted to think of showering, or brushing your teeth, or even jerking off, you wanna shut your eyes and worry about the aches in your body later.

You’ll walk in, hang your father’s jacket on the nearby coat hanger, and plop on your bed-

BOOM BOOM BOOM

But unfortunately for you, your tired mind sealed your fate and caused you to make a fatal mistake.

Living in a lawless town such as this, your father gave one piece of advice that you always held close to your heart… but ended up forgetting in your exhausted haze.

Never walk, always run.

It happens instantly.

The reason you felt chills throughout your walk home was that you were being watched.

You were being followed.

…

No, you were being hunted.

The reason why you felt a bit more on edge tonight as you walked back home, stomped up behind you, shoved you against the apartment door right next to yours, and gripped your neck with one of his rough hands to make you look into his eyes.

And unfortunately for you, his face is a familiar one, and his voice-

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to talk to you…”

-is familiar as well.

When you first moved into your apartment, and with your father’s life savings and a shower to use instead of the pond near your raggedy tent, the first thing you ever did was head to the drugstore and buy the cheapest shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and body lotion you could afford, and cleanse yourself of the rough years you lived.

Then, a few weeks later, when you were trying to get your high school credentials as an adult at the local university through their Access Pathways program, that’s where you learned that maybe your dad wasn’t lying when he said that the only good thing he gave you was his handsome looks.

Who knew that having a home and good hygiene does a lot to make a man look good?

At the school and at your job, you’ve had plenty of people look at you appreciatively.

You’ve even had a few boyfriends as well, but… You weren’t at a point yet in your life where you feel like you could be a partner that a boyfriend could introduce to his parents with pride…

All of this is to say, you’ve learned that you’re apparently quite the looker.

And that comes with its… vices.

Case in point, the man pinning you against your neighbour’s door and looking down at you like your body was for him to rip apart and feast on.

“You shouldn’t have fucking ignored me tonight, MC… Especially not when I was trying to be so nice to you…”

He’s a regular at the diner you work at, and he’s a fucking creep.

It’s been a few months since he started showing up, but ever since the very first night you gave him service, he has made it very clear that he wants nothing more than to make you his property.

When you first took his order and turned around to head to the kitchen, you caught him looking at your ass in the reflection of the kitchen door windows.

A few days later, after that first interaction, he asked you if you had a boyfriend, and it showed in his face that he was pissed when you said you did.

Then the next day, he wrapped his smelly arm around your waist while you took his order, smiling like he wasn't doing anything weird.

Then… he began groping you, smacking your ass whenever you turned around, and even rubbing your head whenever he was leaving.

Frankly, he scares you. He terrifies you. But more than anything, he disgusts you.

The way he looks at you is as if you’re a meal.

The way he disrespects you in public and touches you inappropriately just because he wants you.

But you could never defend yourself or cause a scene… because what if you lost your job?

You tried telling your boss what this creep was doing to you, but what did he say?

“So? He pays well, so keep using your good looks, alright? They’re all you have going for you.”

Again, this is a lawless and dark town.

No one cares for anyone.

Humanity is useless.

Only money matters.

If only your father were still here, he would’ve lit that place on fire for what happens to you there every night.

But unfortunately for you, making enough money to pay rent had to be more important than protecting your body and standing up for yourself, so you had to learn to deal with the daily disrespect and inhumane treatment if you didn’t want to end up homeless once more.

If only that diner job wasn’t the most accessible one for you…

You had to learn how to navigate around the man’s inappropriate touches.

You tried talking to him as little as possible, and hell, you even began working in the kitchen just so you didn’t have to see him.

It worked well, and thankfully, you knew how to make good food, so your boss didn’t have a reason to take you out of the kitchen despite the man’s growing complaints about not seeing you on the floor as much anymore.

…

But you should’ve known he’d cross the line one day.

And here he is now… looking at you with this crazed look in his eyes, grinning with his yellow and rotting teeth, and gripping your neck with a bit too much strength.

Though his grip hurts and your voice is a bit tired from talking to customers and shouting orders to the kitchen staff all day, you still have enough fight in your exhausted body to finally speak your mind to this creep, especially now that you’re out of the diner.

“D-don’t- COUGH” Fuck, his grip hurts. “Don’t touch me, you fucking creep!!”

You’ve never spoken to him in that manner before, having to hold your tongue at work for fear of losing your only source of income.

It feels good to yell at him.

But, he doesn’t let go; in fact, the glimmer in his crazed eyes makes it look like he liked hearing you fight back for once.

“Oh, that’s no way to talk to me, sweet pea.” He traces his hand that wasn’t gripping your neck on your hipbones under your jacket. “Especially not when I give you all those gracious tips for looking as sexy as you do… I’m just here to claim what’s owed to me because of how well I treat you…”

He never touched you like this before.

The worst he’s done to you before tonight now was touch your bulge under your apron and try to unzip your pants when you were taking his order.

But now, he’s being full-on rough and self-indulgent.

“Fuck off! If you’re gonna follow me to my goddamn home like the disgusting creep you are, I’ll speak to you however I want!!!” You yell, trying to pry his fingers off your neck. “L-let me go! It hurts!! A-AH!” As much as you want to continue yelling at him, his dirty nails digging into your skin pains you greatly.

“Oh, my little prince…” He says in a disgustingly fake and sugary tone. “Hurting you hurts me more than it hurts you, trust me.” Liar, his eyes look terrifyingly jovial and alive. “I don’t want to make you cry, but you need to treat me better. If you just let me into your place and allow you to make right the disrespect you showed me by ignoring me, things won’t have to be like this…”

“I disrespected you?!?!” You scream as loud as you can with a constricted windpipe. “I’ve had to hold my tongue and be nice to you even when you grope my ass like the disgusting and vile pervert you are-

SLAP

AAGH-”

You didn’t even get to finish your words before he slapped the everliving fuck out of you.

The remnant noise of his slap echoes in the dark expanse around you two.

And tears immediately form in your eyes, but you try even harder to pry his fingers from your neck as his grip on your neck tightens, the pain far worse than what you’re feeling on your left cheek.

You can’t even sob; no sound will come through.

Even now, he doesn’t look angry. 

No, he’s grinning like the evil maniac he is.

He likes the fight you’re showing.

It’ll make tearing into you and claiming you as his all the more delicious and worth it.

“I’m so sorry for hitting you like that, my boy…” His breathy and terrifying laughs tell you he’s not sorry at all. In fact, you bet he’d love to hit you even harder. “But you deserved it. How could you talk like that to the man who shows you nothing but love and worship almost every night…”

You can’t even fight back anymore, the lack of oxygen getting rid of what little fight your exhausted body could muster.

…

You didn’t even get to say all that you wanted to him…

“But again, you can make things up to me…” He begins rummaging through your jacket pockets to look for the key to your apartment. “Just let me into your home, let me do what I want… and I’ll treat you how you deserve to be treated.”

What… what’s he going to do to you?

“Actually… I don’t need your permission. Hah! I don’t even need you to be awake!!!”

He manages to find your key and holds it in front of your face, your blurred vision barely able to register the sight.

“You and I are going to have a fun night, MC…” His voice begins to sound like it’s coming from the end of a tunnel. “Tonight is when all my wildest dreams will come true… I can’t promise that you’ll live to see tomorrow, but hey, maybe you should’ve treated me better, handsome~.”

…

Your heart breaks.

It shatters into a million pieces.

But not because of what’s about to happen to you.

You’ve been through hell and back on the streets, and you’re sure you’ve been through worse.

But your heart breaks because this isn’t what your father worked himself to the grave for.

You were supposed to make him proud.

You were supposed to one day rake in millions, live in a penthouse, and make the world a better place, even for just one person, all in his honour.

You were supposed to give him a proper resting spot and not the pond your distraught 18-year-old self left his body in because you had nowhere else to leave him.

…

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

…

If he were here, he would’ve murdered this man.

Your dad was as malnourished and frail as you’d expect any man who barely had enough to eat to look, but he’d fight to the death if it meant keeping you as unharmed as you could be.

As always, in your worst times, the thought of him comforts you even when you feel your consciousness leaving.

He was a disgusting street urchin to others, but to you, he was your hero.

And that’s why in your final moment, you find yourself wanting to be saved.

But life was never kind to you.

No matter how much you fought for better days, maybe this was always how it was going to go.

A tragic start, a tragic end.

But maybe it won’t be too bad if you could see him once more and never have to suffer agai-

SLAM

The door you were pressed up against suddenly opens, and you find your back pressed up against something strong, warm, and firm yet soft.

“The fuck is going on here?”

A deep voice booms.

And you recognize it. He’s the only person other than you who lives in this wretched building.

And you only know his voice because of the groans and dirty talk you hear almost every night as he fucks someone into oblivion.

And you know his name. 

Not because you ever talked to him. Hell, you’ve never even seen the man since he’s most likely never home during the day.

No, you know his name because it’s what every person he fucks screams like a worshipping prayer until the sun comes up as you writhe in bed from the never-ending rumbling and screaming coming from the suite next to you.

Toji.

Your next-door neighbour.

This past week has been shit.

Work has been shit.

Life has been shit.

His bank account looks like shit.

His sleep schedule looks like shit.

And the worst part of it all, it’s been way too goddamn long since he busted a hot, fat nut in some random bitch’s hole.

Toji’s a simple guy living a simple life in bumfuck nowhere.

He works the odd job that needs a guy of his build, makes enough money to buy cheap food and lube, and he spends free time by getting fucked up at the local bar and bringing the most willing whore (Boy, are there plenty) to his place so he can fuck away the built-up tension in his body… and God, isn’t he just full of it always…

His life isn’t anything glamorous.

And honestly, for a man in his late 30s, he’s sure many people think he’s a pathetic excuse who’s wasting himself away.

But eh, he’s fine with where he’s at, he’d say.

Kids? Fuck that shit. Just trying not to get evicted from his place siphons enough out of his soul already.

Marriage? Don’t make him laugh. His bosses nag him enough; he doesn’t need a whore asking him to take her out on dates or whatever the fuck it is that cunts want to do.

He just fucks men because they just wanna get down and dirty without the sappy shit.

It’s gay as all fuck, but eh, nothing beats a hole that he can fuck all he wants and shoot his load into and not worry about a devil spawning out of it.

Fucking hell, pregnancy is disgusting.

But all of this is to say, life ain’t so bad for him.

Sure, he hasn’t fucked a bitch into his mattress in a week, something that barely ever happens.

Sure, he lost one of his jobs because he punched his boss after he got called some racist shit.

And sure! He might’ve blown all his money on online gambling and got nothing in return…

But still, life ain’t so bad…

THUD

That is, that’s how he felt before a few minutes ago, until he was startled awake by something crashing into his goddamn door at fucking three in the morning.

“... the fuck?”

In his half-awake daze, he first thought it might have been a brain-dead deer or something that bumped headfirst into his door.

He tried going back to sleep until he started hearing voices.

Alright, druggies hanging outside of his place isn’t anything new, and he’s willing to let his being startled awake slide since he’s so goddamn fucking tired and beaten down from working construction today.

But when Toji closed his eyes a second time and opened them once more at the sound of yelling, that’s when he threw his blankets off him, put on a discarded pair of loose, old, and low-hanging sweatpants, and began stomping furiously to the entrance of his apartment.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna butcher these worthless idiots.” He mutters under his breath, not sure what to expect, but definitely sure that he’ll be throwing some choice words at the people responsible for waking him up in the dead of night.

His hand reaches his doorknob, and just as he’s about to open the door, he hears a scratchy and gross voice and an afraid yet softer voice going back and forth.

Curious as to what’s exactly happening outside his home, he stands in place trying to gather context clues.

 “Don’t touch me, you fucking creep!!”

“Oh, that’s no way to talk to me, sweet pea.”

“Oh, my little prince…”

“It hurts!!!”

Seriously????

He got woken up by a bunch of sissy ass queers?

He got woken up not just by some relationship drama but by some loudmouth cocksucker drama?

You cannot be fucking for reallllll right now.

Sure, he fucks men because they don’t annoy him and whine as bitches do, but FUCK, he hates how sissy those gay pansies can be.

God, fuck his life. 

He doesn’t need this shit.

And sure, it sounds like someone’s doing some creepy shit, but honestly, he doesn't give a fuck about anyone’s safety in his sleep-deprived state.

He’s gonna open this door, beat the shit out of these fucking fa-

SLAP

Damn, maybe he doesn’t need to beat anyone up; shit’s already hit the fan.

Nah, he’s itching to hurt someone.

If he can’t fuck the night away, he’s sure as hell gonna sleep the remainder of it away, and to do that, he’s gonna open the door, beat these sissies hopefully into real men, and then dream about life on a beach with tight holes to fuck and endless bowls of ramen… hah, maybe he should strive for more in life…

Anyways, he notices that the afraid voice has stopped fighting back, and Toji, not wanting to deal with a dead body in front of his home (a beaten up person is fine, not a dead one though), opens the door, and immediately feels a warm body land on him, the back of a guy’s head landing on top of his chest.

“The fuck is going on here?” He grumbles agitatedly, his voice deep and husky from sleep.

The words leave his mouth before he can think about it.

And immediately, he assesses the situation.

First, and unfortunately for his corneas, he sees probably the ugliest man he’s ever seen in his life, and that’s saying something considering the dumpster bin of a town he lives in.

Yellow teeth, bloodshot eyes, a hideous bald spot, and the most trashy of clothes, this guy offends Toji by just existing.

Sure, Toji isn’t the most luxurious of men either, but at least he can say he’s hot as fuck considering the number of people that wanna have sex with him.

… This was the guy saying shit like “Oh, my little prince”?

…

Disgusted shivers that Toji tries to ignore go through his body.

Not expecting much from the guy that’s straight up resting his head on his fuckin’ tits, he looks down so he can at least not look at Jabba the Hut in human form in front of him.

And damn! Colour him surprised.

He didn’t think guys this pretty lived in this cesspool of a town.

And you know what, he only ever saw other guys as holes to fill, but this guy… Toji might, for once, consider himself attracted.

Though he’s sure this guy, who’s certainly younger than him, would look much better naked on his bed instead of heaving for air with tears gliding down his face.

But wait a minute, he swears that soft hair and worn-out windbreaker look familiar…

…Right… This guy is his next-door neighbour.

Hm.

He’s never seen his face before, since the only time he sees him is when he sees the back of this guy's head every morning by the window as he runs to presumably the bus stop nearby.

Damn, he didn’t know he had a pretty boy living next to him all this time.

Well, he initially didn’t give two shits about beating up some pansies as long as he could sleep, but… things are different now upon visual examination.

…

An idea crosses his mind.

And if he plays his cards right, maybe he can kill multiple birds with one stone tonight…

Maybe it’ll work, but there’s only one way to find out.

With one arm, he protectively wraps it around your chest from behind, and with his other hand, he easily pries the man’s fingers away from your neck.

And with his plan in motion, he looks at the hideous freak of nature with vengeful eyes and darkens his voice.

“What the hell are you doing to my boyfriend?”

…

?

???

For a few seconds, all that can be heard in the dead of the night is the buzz of the old lightbulbs, the rustling of the leaves, and the wind kicking up dust on the gravelly road.

Uh. What?

Despite being exhausted from your definitely illegal 15-hour shift, despite having been almost choked to death, despite you currently heaving for air, and despite you still recovering from the fact that horrible things could’ve been done to your almost dead body, the main thing you’re feeling right now is straight-up confusion.

You’ve never spoken to him, and matter of fact, this is your first time actually interacting with Toji in person, but he’s… hugging you and calling you his boyfriend?

What?!

All you know about this man is that he’s just as much in the shits as you are if he’s living in this dumpster and that he’s goddamn manwhore supreme!

How is a guy supposed to think clearly when he was almost choked to death and is now being hugged by what feels like a behemoth of muscle who’s calling you his boyfriend?

But you don’t get too deep in your thoughts as the creep who followed you home shrieks disgustingly at what he heard.

“WHAT?! What do you mean by ‘boyfriend’?! I’ve been stalking and following MC for months. What do you mean you’re in a relationship with him?! I’ve never seen you in my life!”

…

This isn’t the only time he’s been following you…?

Fuck, you must have been too busy with work, assignments, and finishing your assignments at work to notice him… and you mean BUSY busy, because you should have been able to smell his disgusting scent from miles away…

Feeling the way you shiver uncomfortably in his embrace, Toji pushes the man away from you quite easily, making a disgusted face when he sees spit flying out of his mouth.

“God, you’re fucking disgusting,” Toji says with a grimace. “I should fucking paint this building red with your blood and innards for the shit you’ve been doing to my boy… But stalking and slapping him right in front of our goddamn home!?” 

The way his deep voice booms around the area as he yells makes you flinch.

“Hah! Looking at him was your first mistake, but slapping him? My boyfriend? That will be your last.” He says angrily.

…

After hearing Toji speak and feeling the way his fingers pat you reassuringly, you find yourself connecting the dots and realizing exactly what it is he’s trying to do.

He’s trying to save you and protect you from this lowlife pervert by pretending to be your boyfriend.

…

Once that realization comes to pass, all the built-up tension in your body leaves, and you feel your body finally relaxing in his protective and warm embrace.

You… truly know nothing about Toji other than that he’s a slut, but he doesn’t realize just how much his saving you meant when the world has been nothing but cruel to your life.

“Baby…” Toji says, turning you around in his embrace so you can face him and turning his back to the man so he can act as a wall to keep you safe. “Baby, please be honest. Why didn’t you tell me you were being stalked? You know that getting rid of him wouldn’t be a problem for me…” His calloused hands hold your face gently, something you’ve never felt in your life before, even by your actual past boyfriends.

And it’s in this moment that a barely functioning lightbulb shines down on Toji’s face, letting you finally see the face not just of your next-door neighbour, but also your hero.

You don’t know where to start or where to focus, but your eyes naturally gravitate to his showstoppingly handsome face.

Your only reference for what a handsome man should look like is the magazines you see in the gas station when all you can afford to eat is a shitty hot dog, but Toji is in a league of his own.

Straight mid-length black hair, a handsome face with Japanese features and a jawline carved by the gods, green eyes that remind you of the forest you once called your home, and a charming scar on his lip that indicates he’s no man to mess with, Toji is a man in a league of his own and you can’t help but wonder why he’s in this shitstain town on Earth when he could on the big screen or on magazines…

And why stop at his face when his body is just as much a marvel in its own right?

Wearing nothing but low-hanging sweats that leave nothing to the imagination, you can see that Toji is a very active and hard-working man, considering the muscular and statuesque form he wears.

He’s carved and proportioned to perfection with clear-cut 8-pack abs you grind your cock on, meaty and plush pectorals to rest your face on as he bucks up into your from below, broad shoulders to rest your head or legs on he sucks your dick or eats your ass out, and biceps he could choke you with as plows you from behind… he’s male perfection in it’s most raw, primal, and natural form…

…

If your rapidly vivid thoughts that dance in your head as you check out his face and body are anything to go by, it makes sense why you hear him having wall-cracking sex almost every night…

If only he really could be your boyfriend…

…

Shit!

Right!

You have an act to go along with…

God, how did you go from almost meeting your dad in the afterlife to thirsting and marvelling over your neighbour who literally just saved your life!?!?

“I-I’m so sorry, Toji, I just… I know how stressed you’ve been with work and with how tight money’s been.” If there's one thing your dad taught you about survival, it’s that white lies are one of the greatest tools out there. So, going along with Toji’s act comes pretty naturally to you. “I just didn’t want to burden you… I’m so sorry, honey…”

“Babe… thank you for worrying about me, but what if I wasn’t home tonight? He was gonna fucking kill you!” He grips your shoulders angrily. “Fuck burdens and all that shit, if you’re gone then I have nothing to live for in this goddamn shithole!”

Toji is mentally patting himself on the back for paying attention to those shitty romance movies that sometimes played in the bar as he finished his drinks when there wasn’t anyone interesting enough to pay attention to, they’re giving him good dialogue to come up with.

“I-I know… y-you’re right. I can’t say anything other than that I’m sorry…” You know it’s all an act, but having such warm words directed at you makes you feel… good.

“No, honey, you never needed to apologize. None of this is your fault…” He says sweetly before turning around menacingly to the creep who listened to two and is getting increasingly and very noticeably enraged that Toji is allowed to talk to you so warmly and touch you so intimately when he can’t. “If anyone should apologize and make things right by slitting his wrists and throat right in front of us, it’s this waste of life.”

Toji squeezes your hand comfortingly before he steps up to the man, trying to keep a straight face and not vomit as the creep’s stench enters his nose.

“The shit I fucking deal with for some good ass…” He grumbles in his mind.

But he says something different outside.

“Listen here, and listen well, you worthless, hideous, disgusting, and deserving of death dipshit.” He says with a terrifyingly stoic tone. “I want to kill you. In fact, I probably will in the near future. And I will make sure your death is the most long-lasting and painful killing imaginable. But, the only reason I’ll give you the chance to run away is that I don’t wanna traumatize my boyfriend by turning you into a gorefest. So leave. Leave and enjoy the last days of your worthless life because I will find you. I can promise that.”

…

You can’t be certain if he’s acting or not.

But his warrior’s body and terrifyingly deep and threatening face make you think that… he might really do something vengeful to this man.

But someway, somehow, rather than scaring him into running away, Toji’s words only make the creep more enraged, and he begins to shriek like a banshee and stomp on the ground.

“N-N-N-NOOOOOO!!!!” He screams, fisting what hair he has left with whitening knuckles. “I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT! I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT MC! YOU CAN’T BE HIS BOYFRIEND! THERE IS NO FUCKING WAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!”

His screams and shrieks actually make you cover your eyes because he genuinely sounds like a pterodactyl being crushed by a hydraulic press.

But somehow, Toji remains still and unbothered.

“I’m gonna have to get my ears checked after this…” He thinks in his head, trying and somehow succeeding in maintaining a straight face.

“YOU’RE NOT HIS BOYFRIEND! THIS IS ALL FAKE! HE’S MINE! I FOUND HIM FIRST! YOU’RE JUST SOME RANDOM YELLOW BITC-”

“Pfft.” Toji scoffs. “I’m not his boyfriend, you said? That’s fucking hilarious, considering MC’s in my arms all the time in our place…”

Toji will not mention that he only learned your name because of the pervert just now screeching it out.

“Cute name though,” he thinks to himself.

“BULLSHIT! IF THAT WAS TRUE, I WOULD HAVE FUCKING SEEN YOU! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK HE’S MY BOYFRIEND! HE’S MY PRINCE! HE’S MY BABY! HE’S MY FUCKTOY!”

Something about hearing this swine call you such things as if he owned you pissed Toji for some reason, and he found himself cracking his knuckles at the man’s tantrum.

“Keep calling him yours, and I might have to show just how pathetically wrong you are.” He says, taking note of how you’re actually shivering from how disturbed you are from this creep’s increasing display of insanity.

“Ifitwasn’tforyoui’dhavealreadybeenballsdeepinhissweetandlooseanddeadthroatandi’dbefillinghiscorpsetothebrimwithmysemen…”

But once the man’s ear-piercing shouting turns into fast whispers of the most disgusting things a monster could say, and once Toji feels you clench onto the waistband of his sweatpants in fear, that’s when he’s done with the nonsense.

“Alright then, man.” Toji sounds both smug and annoyed as he grabs from behind, and just like the man did to you before, but noticeably more gently, he shoves you against his door. “Let me show you just how wrong you are, and that MC belongs to me and me only.”

…

What could he possibly mean by that?

“T-Toji?”

Your voice is faint, both from the abuse your throat endured earlier and from the fact that you were about to start sobbing in fear.

“What are you…-”

But you’re silenced when Toji brings his lips close to your ear and whispers something only for you to hear.

And it’s funny.

Despite the man’s never-ending and disgusting rambles as he actually crumples onto the ground from rage and jealousy, all you can hear is Toji’s deep and luscious rasp.

“Fucking work with me here, yeah?”

“W-wait, what do you mea- M-mm!”

Just like that, your world stops. But not his. You didn’t even finish your sentence because of him.

Because once his lips met yours, you once again lost your breath, but in a different way this time.

But he doesn’t stop or even give you the time to process just what the hell he’s doing to you.

Toji isn’t just kissing you; he isn’t planting soft kisses or giving you little chaste pecks that your past boyfriends gave to you on your first dates, fuck, with the way he’s kissing you, anyone would be crazy to think that you two aren’t ravenous lovers.

One wouldn’t think this man is trying to sell an act.

No.

He’s full-on devouring you on the spot, making out with you like a man starved to near death, but also a man who wants to make his lover moan brainlessly to the stars above.

“M-mmm… H-hah… Mngh-~”

He’s so good at what he does that the moans and gasps just leave your mouth with your systems not even allowing you to even think of holding them back.

Yours and his personal bubble is laden with the sound of wet and slippery smooches, his bare skin brushing up roughly against your clothes, and the deliciously contrasting duet of your two pleasured voices.

“Mmm… that’s right, babyboy…” He says as he deliciously pushes his weight against you on the door as he kisses you. Unlike with the other guy, Toji’s huge and muscular form, forcing you against a hard surface, is sinfully luxurious. “That’s my boy… that’s how we do it… so good… all for me…”

Fuck, your night has gone from one extreme situation to another, but from what was happening before… Shit, maybe your dad was right… maybe guardian angels do exist…

While devouring and exploring the inside of your mouth, his tongue, hot, squishy, wet, and big, dances across all your inner parts.

Claiming the roof of your mouth, your teeth, the inside of your cheeks, and your own tongue, Toji kisses like a predator that just caught its prey.

It’s messy, and it’s borderline animalistic, and it lacks grace and classic sensuality, but the primal and hungry nature of his kisses might drive you to blissful insanity.

It’s not like you're a virgin or anything, but your past experiences might as well have never even happened.

The way Toji grips your hair and chest as he eats you up easily overshadows the last dick you took, no contest.

And as much as you kind of hated your next-door neighbour for being responsible for so many of your sleepless nights and the dark circles around your eyes… You can’t blame his past hook-ups for moaning and screaming the way they did.

The sounds you make are unlike anything you’ve ever made before, and you don’t even have the opportunity to feel embarrassed because of how burning blue the pleasure you feel is.

But nothing perfect lasts forever because as the words he speaks get dirtier, as his kisses get messy to the point of the bottom halves of your faces getting slick and wet, as his hands were about to unzip your pants and jacket, and as your cock was about to splurt hot white cum in your boxers because of how hard and fast he was grinding your clothed dicks against each other… 

Your spectator finally reached his boiling point.

“GYAHHHHHHH!!!!! NONONONONONONOONNOONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU BOTHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

And in a fit of maniacal rage, the pig throws himself at Toji and begins to slam his fists on his back like the trash he is.

“DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!”

He easily overexerts himself as he tries, to no avail, to beat Toji up for touching you the way he is, and it’s frankly such a pathetic sight that would make the nicest saint ever roll their eyes.

Obviously enough, Toji barely feels anything.

His blue-collar built body can handle most anything, especially the weak yet disgusting punches of a human swine, but on the inside, he is fucking enraged.

It’s one thing to hit Toji; it’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with from his racist or abusive or racist and abusive bosses, coworkers, or customers.

And anyways, he’d just match their energy if he deems the paycheque isn’t worth the abuse, and then he’ll fuck the night away and move on with his life.

But to get in the way of him trying to devour this delectable piece of meat in front of him?

When he was already sleep-deprived and horned-up beyond comparison at that?

To desecrate his skin with such vile and putrid hands while he was getting his own hands travel all up on the prettiest thing he’ll ever see in this forsaken town?

To get in the way of him trying fuck some ass…

That’s grounds for execution.

And Toji revs up the chainsaw and rains hell like a madman.

With a furious and disgusted snarl, Toji pushes you into the apartment roughly, but not hard enough to actually hurt you, thankfully, considering the abuse you already went through earlier.

Next, he doesn’t even give you a reassuring look; he just swiftly turns around as he wordlessly yet violently charges towards the disgraceful monster like a bull eager to kill.

And eager to kill, he is.

Before the man can even react, Toji pulls his fist back before landing a meteor mash of a punch to the center of the man’s face.

And you don’t know what noise made you recoil more.

Maybe it was the chilling sound of the man’s nose cracking into a million shattered pieces in just a second.

Maybe it was the pained howls of a man who sounds like he’s getting tortured in the 9th circle of Hell.

… God, it was probably both.

But the man didn’t even get the chance to fall to the ground in unbearable pain.

Because Toji, when held back from what he desires most, is a ruthless man with the speed of a cold-hearted killer.

Right when the man’s nose breaks, Toji then circles the man and lands a kick that could break a building into the center of the man’s spine, making the sound of another crack, sending uncomfortable shivers all over your skin.

And the strength of Toji’s kick was so strong that it sent the man, despite his surely snapped spine, hurtling into the wall of the apartment building, making him crash face-first into the hard wall.

And you hope you’ll never have to experience crashing into a wall with a broken nose because the garbled up and tortured noises of the man are haunting.

With bones shattered, teeth falling, a brain garbled up beyond repair, and most likely newly acquired life-ruining paralysis, the man wordlessly slides face-first down the wall, leaving behind a grisly trail of red as he descends.

It wasn’t like in those action movie scenes that you saw on the TVs behind the windows in the shops downtown when you were a child.

There was no intense music, there were no over-the-top sound effects, and there weren’t any exaggerated VFX.

This was a real-life killing.

All that was heard was fist and foot meeting body, the exerted huffs and puffs of the scar-lipped man, and the bloody and bubbly gurgles of the man responsible for this whole fiasco.

It’s terrifying.

You’re shaking like a terrified child as your fists clench the material of your jacket.

It’s not like you haven’t seen people get beaten to death before when you were homeless, but the switch in Toji’s demeanour was truly something.

But beneath the terror you feel, there’s something else.

Something so rare that you genuinely have to question if you're truly feeling the emotion right now.

Relief. For once, you’ve been saved.

After your father passed away, you either had to run away or outsmart someone if you wanted to guarantee your survival.

But finally, you can feel relief as someone defends you for once.

Life in this town is fucked-up.

And that is further exemplified by how your relief feels even more euphoric when Toji forces the almost-lifeless man onto his feet, and you see the bloody and irrecoverable mess that the face of your assaulter has become.

Surely, you will never have to worry about this disgusting waste of space harassing you at work anymore, and surely, you won’t have to worry about him trying to kill and have his way with your corpse anymore.

Uncaring if the man is even conscious enough to register the words he’s about to say, Toji speaks heartlessly, cruelly, and most of all, triumphantly.

“How does it feel knowing that no one will cry when you die?” He says, with a smug lilt to his words. “How does it feel knowing that instead, people will be relieved when your body is discovered? How embarrassing does it feel knowing that you lived such a pathetic life only for it to end in such a debasing way?”

The man doesn’t respond to the heart-stabbing line of questioning.

He probably can’t, if the way his eyes roll back into his head is any indication of how conscious he is.

“Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t answering. Hearing your shrieks was more painful than the beating I gave you. Trust me on that.”

The dark chuckle Toji lets out makes you shiver in fear… but also… in awe. In reverence. In attraction.

“I guess all that’s left to do is to give you the burial you deserve, yeah?” Toji says in a mockingly sad voice. “Any last words?”

…

The man’s body goes limp. He says nothing. For he cannot.

“Good. See you in hell, pig. I’ll beat you even worse there, for all of eternity.”

And with a gleeful grin, Toji puts a good amount of strength in his arms and thighs, flexing greatly as he lifts the man up high and throws the limp body through the window of the empty apartment next to him, the sounds of glass shattering and the body landing on the carpet floor next door letting it into sink your soul that everything that just happened was in fact, very real.

You just watched a killing in real time.

And through the fear, you feel relief and gratitude for the next-door neighbour you once hated.

In this shitty backwater splotch on the planet, Toji saved you from what could have been a grisly and dehumanizing fate, a death that probably no one would have noticed.

And for that reason, your heart races and you feel light and fuzzy from the gratitude you feel for the man who walks back into his apartment and approaches you, face stoic yet breathing heavily from exertion.

A man who just killed someone walking towards you should be a terrifying thing, and it is! Yet… rather than racing from fear, your hearts from various colours of excitement.

Gratitude, relief, appreciation, and… attraction are amongst the emotions you feel in this moment.

And that’s why, when Toji’s just a footstep away from you after slamming his door shut, you finally speak words to him that don’t come from a script being written in real time.

“Toji, thank you so mu-”

But before you can even say the words you desperately wanna say…

“GUH-”

He once again roughly shoves you against one of the walls of his dark apartment and forces his weight on you once more.

“Shut up.”

He says darkly as he gets back to letting his hands pervertedly dance all over and claim your body… as if he didn’t just brutally beat someone to death.

But still, the pleasure coming to you once more doesn’t hold back your shock at him telling you to shut up when you just wanted to say thank you.

“H-hah!~ S-sorry?” You ask breathlessly after having a moan forced out of you once more.

To that, he just sighs annoyedly as he plants kisses and marks on your neck. “Whatever you wanna say, keep it. I don’t give a fuck. I’m just here to take my payment for saving your gay ass.”

You gasp harshly when he roughly shoves his hands under your pants and boxes to cup your ass, squeezing your cheeks so hard that he’ll definitely leave bruises. “Ngh! I just wanted to say thank you for saving me-”

He cuts you off once more after he takes one of his hands out from under your clothes to SMACK your ass to shut you up.

He then grabs your hair with a hand and forces the back of your head to the wall, making you look deep into his vibrantly green yet… heart-stoppingly intense gaze.

 “Save you?” He says almost incredulously. “Pfft, I guess you could say I did do that. But believe me… if you weren’t as hot as you’re lucky enough to be, then that loser wouldn’t have been the only dead body next door…”

…

And just like that, your heart stops.

But his hands do not.

Neither do his words, despite your shocked speechlessness at his unashamed disregard for others.

“I went through a bullshit week with nothing but work and no ass, and all I wanted tonight was to at least catch up on sleep. But fuck that, right? Of course, I had to be woken up. And not by some animal crashing into my door. No.” He leans even closer to you, his nose almost touching yours. “It was just a bunch of faggots taking their stupid drama to my door, of all places.”

The slur makes you flinch since he was clearly referring to you.

“T-That wasn’t drama, he-”

You tried explaining what happened. Not that you needed to. The guy literally admitted to stalking you.

But your desperate attempt to explain was cut short once again, as Toji literally covers your mouth with his big hand, one of the hands that just played a crucial role in murdering someone just a few minutes ago.

“Clearly I don’t care what actually happened, yeah?” He says with a harsh sneer. “All that matters to me is that a bunch of pansies were getting in the way of me trying to at least get one hour of rest. Believe me, you would’ve gotten the same beating that bitch got if you didn’t have a cute face and a nice ass.”

Your heart stops, and the warm and fuzzy feelings of gratitude you were feeling just a few minutes ago are gone in an instant.

The moonlight coming in from the window that once made him look like a knight in shining armour now made him look like a heartless predator.

“You wanna know why I did all of this, MC?” He says with a proud and hungry smirk. “It wasn’t because I cared for you as another human, nah. I saved you for the sole purpose of being able to fuck you myself.”

You breathe heavily through your nose, which thankfully isn’t covered by his hand.

“I was livid that there wasn’t any hot ass at the bar tonight, but thankfully a sexy piece of ass got delivered ri~ght to my doorstep.” He says, grinding his clothed erection into your clothed thigh. “Be thankful, kid. That face of yours saved you from a real bad time. And hey, you don’t have anything to be afraid of… This is me being nice.”

It’s at this moment that you learned something.

Toji might have saved you, but he’s not a good man.

He might have saved you, but he’s no different from the countless other heartless souls in this town.

He might have saved you, but not for the purpose of saving you, but rather to save your ass.

He only killed that man because he wanted to be the one to fuck you.

You thought you had finally found another maybe kind soul in this lawless land, but Toji, just like everyone else here, is just another man with ulterior motives.

He genuinely could have cared less if you died and got violated if he wasn’t attracted to you.

And for that reason, you feel tears from your eyes and glide down your cheeks and fall in between where the skin of his hand and the skin of your face meet.

But he doesn’t apologize for being honest. No. In fact, he likes seeing you cry. It makes his boner throb harder than before.

“What is it, kid?” He says almost mockingly. “You’re sad that the man who saved you isn’t the hero you thought he was? Is that it?”

He wears a gleeful grin that doesn’t suit the situation you’re in.

“You’re sad that I would’ve beaten the life out of you if I didn’t wanna shove my cock deep in your ass?”

Your heart’s pounding like a drum.

“Well, if you ask me, and as much as I just wanna lick them up, you’re wasting your tears.” He says, blowing air on your eyes. “What even is there to cry about? I saved your life, and now I wanna give you the railing of a lifetime. Sounds like a good deal to me…”

He isn’t a good man.

“Besides, I’d say you owe me this…”

He isn’t a hero.

“And hey, I know you’re a cocksucker. I mean, if your boner I felt while we were grinding up on each other earlier is anything to go off, at least.”

He would’ve left you for dead.

“You wouldn’t dream of telling me no… would you, MC?”

… No. You wouldn’t.

Honestly, despite the valiant and chivalrous image that you constructed of him just because he saved you has all been shattered and spat on… You truly cannot deny the rush that you feel in your veins alongside the painful tugs you feel in your heart.

And despite the aforementioned tugs you feel in your heart, it’s pounding like a drum for a reason.

Toji’s hungry, smug, and domineering gaze… it makes your blood rush, it makes you gulp nervously yet anticipatingly, and it makes your cock, that never lost its hardness, throb even more painfully in your pants.

While it’s true that you’re still a bit heartbroken over the fact that he unapologetically didn’t really care about you, his kisses and rough touches left searing burns on your skin that you desperately want more of.

The thought of your now-dead stalker tearing into your body made you want to vomit… but when it’s Toji, handsome, sweaty, and with a stain of blood on his sweatpants… You can feel your knees rubbing against each other, thinking of him, making you see stars.

You want him. And you want him. Bad.

Easily recognizing the look in a man’s eyes of a need to get railed, Toji moves away his hand that was covering your mouth and playfully tilts his head as he looks at you, already knowing what you wanna say, but eager to hear just how you’ll say it.

“Well, MC? What’ll it be…?” His tone is hypnotizing and chocolatey smooth.

“Please, Toji… make me forget everything that just happened to me tonight….” Your throat still hurts from the previous abuse, but that just makes your voice more breathy and soft. “Take my mind someplace else…”

Toji raises his eyebrows at that. 

Well, that’s more eloquent than the words he’s used to hearing when someone wants his dick.

He’ll have to train you into speaking like a back-alley whore it seems…

“Yeah, baby?” He says, planting a hand on the side of your face, tracing your lips with his thumb. “You want me to make sure that you can’t think of anything else? I can do that… But I want you to be more specific. How do you want me to make you forget?”

God, he’s a devilish man. He knows damn well what you want. He’s just toying with his meal before he tears it into a million sweat-drenched and cum-slick shreds.

But you’re too infatuated with the dangerous man to defy him.

“God, just… please… I want you to fuck me, Toji…” You say breathily. “Make me just another of the people you make scream all night. Make me make my own ears ring from the sounds of my own cries… You can do that, right?”

… Fucking hell, he was wrong. You are a dirty little bitch. You just have more class, and all you needed was to be pushed off the deep end.

He didn’t expect a guy in a trashed-up jacket like you to have such a sexily seductive air when pushed, but… fuck if he isn’t into it.

“Kid.” He says, once again gripping your hair and making you look deep into his gaze. “I woulda done that even if you didn’t ask.”

Five seconds of silence. Five seconds full of silent communication and transmissions of consent.

“Well then…” You say excitedly, but still with a whisper. “Take me, Toji.”

He grins ravenously.

“Hell fucking yeah.”

But before he can plant his lips on yours once more, he gets shocked into stillness, as one of your hands travels up to wipe away blood on his cheek that he didn’t even know was there.

“I know you don’t wanna hear it, but… thank you for saving me, Toji.” You say, looking into his eyes with a warmth that he has never in his life had directed at him before. “You don’t know just how much that meant to me. Thanks for being my hero for tonight…”

And just like he isn’t familiar with the warmth in your eyes… he just as much isn’t familiar with this… disgustingly warm and fuzzy feeling that is spreading all over his chest, starting from his heart.

…

He ignores it.

“Pfft. Shut up, fag.”

And just like that, he once more plants his lips on yours, this kiss serving as the opener to tonight’s impromptu film.

The journey to Toji’s bedroom is short yet deliciously chaotic.

The current soundscape playing around the two of you consists of the essential melodies of your messy and lust-driven makeout, you two moaning and groaning at different pitches, and the sound of things falling to the ground as you both clumsily and passionately crash into whatever it is you crash on as he guides you to the room where countless people see stars.

And when your eyes were forced open from pleasure when he teasingly pinched your nipples under your clothes, the ray of moonlight coming in from Toji’s open windows gave you a glimpse of what the home of the man who’s about to fuck your brains out looks like while he resumes planting kisses on your neck.

Frankly, it’s a mess.

Not pigsty, degenerate mess, but this place can have better days.

It’s really just the clothes, and mostly discarded underwear, that somehow make a trail starting from the apartment door to his bedroom door that prevents this place from looking like a homely home.

Perhaps those are what lay forgotten when he and his hook-up of the night ferociously take off each other’s clothes as they devour each other on the way to his bedroom… something you and he are currently doing right now.

You also notice posters of what seem to be rock bands and Marvel superheroes (Pfft, ironic) on the wall around his television in the living room, where a bunch of retro gaming consoles are hooked up.

Honestly, save for the dirty clothes on the floor and the two empty instant ramen bowls on the living room table, it’s not too shabby a place for a man you’re about to have sex with.

SHOVE

“Guh!-”

But your attention is brought right back to Toji when he roughly pushes you past the doorway to his bedroom, making you stumble backwards and, luckily, land unceremoniously backwards onto his bed.

What immediately hits you as soon as you fall onto his bed is the faint yet masculine, testosterone-laden scent of sweat, musk, cologne, and previous sexual encounters on his sheets.

It’s nothing glamorous, and it honestly might be a testament to how he really doesn’t use his bedroom for anything other than sleep and sex, and as such, probably doesn’t exactly clean it that much.

But honestly, it’s a heady scent that screams of the virility, long-lasting stamina, and sexual prowess of a blue-collar and lowlife bachelor like Toji, who spends his prime years fucking like the hedonistic champion you’ve heard him to be, living right next to him for quite some time.

And you’d be a liar if the scent filled with his pheromones and raw, natural musk didn’t make you leak even more inside your boxers, making a noticeable dark patch in your work pants.

And from what you can feel on your hands as you clench the bed in anticipation for just what exactly it is that he plans on ruining you beyond repair, his mattress doesn’t even have a bedsheet, just one blanket and some pillows.

God, he really is a lowlife. But why does it make your heart pound even harder?

Why does shit like this make your cock even harder and want you to scream for him to breed you like a pathetic whore?

He’s a killer who doesn’t care about people, and his place is a mess, but why do you want him so fucking bad that you want him to fuck your brains out and make you his stupid bitch for the rest of your life!?

Oh, you know why. After all, you have eyes.

That handsome face that was made for movies and porn, unbefitting of a man who lives the life he lives.

That strong, buff, and sinfully proportioned body of his that belongs in men’s magazines.

…

That huge, long, and throbbing bulge in his gray sweatpants that looks you dead in the eye as he likewise lusts at the sight of you lying on his bed, all for him to destroy forever.

This is a man.

A delectable and prime example of male excellence.

And you want nothing more than for him to rearrange your insides and coat your skin in his semen and sweat.

The silence as you both get hungrier and thirstier as you stare at each other is broken, but not by you, but by Toji.

“Fuck. You have no idea just how sexy you are.” He says lustfully, closing his eyes and looking up at the ceiling and granting you the sight of his sexy neck muscles. It’s almost like he’s thanking whatever’s above for giving him such a rare and tasty gift. “No joke, MC, I’m gonna fuck you up so bad tonight.”

God, the sight of his body, the sound of his lust-filled promise, and the way his cock is begging to be freed from his sweat actually makes you grip the blanket in your hands with your knuckles screaming in pain that you don’t even feel, for the way you yearn for him overtakes any other sensation in your body.

“Do it then, Toji.” You say with desperate eyes and an even more desperate voice. “Make me forget everything that happened tonight as I asked you to. Whatever you have planned… I want it all.”

And just like that, he brings his eyes back to you, and he wears the smirk of a man who’s won at life. 

“Your funeral.”

With that, he tilts his head seductively and grips the waistband of his old and low-hanging sweatpants.

And finally, after you two grinding on each other like beasts in rut, after feeling pulsing heat under soft fabric, and after hungrily eyeing his tent for what felt like a torturous eternity, Toji roughly pulls his pants down, kicks them away and walks in between your legs, with the moonlight shining on his body like a sinful spotlight.

And it’s in this moment that you realize that Gods do walk amongst the humans.

His cock, slick and wet from the pre-cum that oozed out as he kissed and groped you, slapped against his sharp abs and then pointed at you, lowering down because of its sheer weight, girth, and length.

Easily over 10 inches, standing straight and tall, a bit darker than the rest of his body because of the constant use it gets, and pink like a rose at his glistening tip, his cock would break records on the porn websites.

His balls, thick, plump, and perfectly proportioned to the size of his dick, bounce alongside his cock, heavy from the hot and creamy cum that churns in them at overtime.

Finally, his cock is framed perfectly by an untamed bush, black, furry, and surely potent with the musk of a man such as him, a testament to the low-effort life he lives.

And you’re not sure what’s drooling more, you or his cock as it throbs pornographically, leaking dewy drops of his pre-cum onto your clothed thighs.

Toji’s dick… fuck, you’ve said it before, and you’re sure you’ll keep thinking it throughout the night, but damn it makes sense why his nightly lovers shout at the top of their lungs in ecstasy.

The hardest battle in the world is deciding if you want to keep looking at his huge cock as it hypnotizes you with every bounce, or at his movie-star’s face, as he relishes the hungry and mesmerized look on your face that he’s seen many others wear before you.

“... Talk to me, MC.” He says, breaking the silence with an arrogant tone and a just as arrogant bounce of his cock. “You scared? In awe? Hungry? How does it feel looking at the cock that’s about to tear you a new one?”

You’re not sure how you haven’t passed out from the overwhelming rush of arousal that flows through your blood, veins, nerves, and skin, but it’s a good thing you didn’t.

You don’t ever want to look at anything else other than Toji.

“All of what you said, Toji, is perfectly accurate…” You say breathlessly in awe. “Your cock was made for sex… It’s no wonder I couldn’t sleep whenever you brought someone home…”

That gets an amused chuckle from him.

“Yeah… my bad. Honestly, you’re so quiet I always forget I have a next-door neighbour in this building.” He begins to stroke himself. “But that’s neither here nor there. This time… It’s your turn. How about you be a good boy and undress yourself for me…”

So it begins. And that’s how he wants to play.

He wants his prey to make itself vulnerable to him, to tear off its own skin so he can see the meat inside.

And who are you to deny a man like him?

With shaky hands, trembling from both nerves and anticipation, you eagerly unzip your work pants that are stained with condiments and Pepsi that a kid spilled on you earlier today.

Sadly, you couldn’t be undressing from something sexier like a date night suit, but it’s not like you’re about to have sex on an Alaskan King bed with silk sheets, so it’s all good.

You discard your pants, socks, and shoes onto the floor quickly, maintaining lustful eye contact with Toji as he strokes himself off with both of his hands to fully wrap around his fat shaft to the private show he’s earned for himself.

The sight of your thighs and throbbing bulge in your cheap Fruit of the Loom boxers makes Toji bite his lip in horny attraction, and he groans as arousal heats his body.

“You’re so fucking hot, kid. I have to keep asking myself if you’re real…” He says with a deep rasp. “But when I touch you…” He then takes one hand off his cock and rests it on your thigh, rubbing up and down and covering your skin down there with his pre-cum, marking you slick and wet as his property. “I’m reminded that I won something better than the lottery.”

“T-thanks…” You say shyly. You’ve been told you’re handsome before, but Toji’s salacious words, accompanied by claiming touches, make you feel like a goddamn deity being worshipped.

“Keep going.”

His command is your duty.

You then unzip your jacket and… well, you fold it carefully and place it gently under Toji’s bed so that it will be safe and unharmful from whatever the night has in plan for you.

Toji raises his eyebrows as you show that much care for a worn-out jacket, unlike your pants, which you discarded without a care, but whatever, he’s too horny to say anything about it. 

You then unbutton your work shirt before pulling it over your head and discarding it the same way you did your work pants.

And before you can reach for your boxers, Toji stops stroking himself and looms above you as he grabs your waistband.

“This one’s for me…” He says with a dark whisper. “I’ll do the honours of undoing the ribbon to my gift.”

And despite the flowery and suave words, his actions are anything but those of a gentleman.

He roughly, almost like he didn’t care how harsh the friction would be on your skin, pulls your boxes down your legs and throws them behind him carelessly.

And now, here you both are, naked as the days you were born, and with the moonlight highlighting the details and features of your bodies.

To Toji, you’re the best thing he’s ever seen in this town, fuck, maybe even in his almost 40 years of living.

Being on your feet and moving all day is rough on you, but it definitely gives you some good definition to your body, and Toji wants nothing more than to explore your entire body with his hands and tongue, and cover you in marks and fluids.

Your waist, your shoulders, your neck, your thighs, your cock, and your ass, he eyes it all, and actually salivates in his mouth at the sight of his fallen angel.

“God, if only I knew earlier that someone like you was living right to me… I would’ve fucked you every day, morning and nighttime…” He says, almost wanting to punch himself at all the lost time.

His reverence for your looks makes you flush bashfully… but honestly, as amazing as it is to look at him as he looms above you… You want him, now.

So, with shyness and intention, you hook a foot around his calf and pull him towards you.

“Well then… make up for all that lost time, Toji…” You whisper as you look deep into his emerald gaze, a forest you’d happily get lost in for all of eternity. “I’m all yours.”

And just like that, he breaks, and the dam collapses.

With a predator’s growl coming deep from his throat, he grins appreciatively as he descends on top of you, holding himself up with his hands planted firm on both sides of your head.

His shadow claims you with its broad wings, and his sweat that drips onto you from above brands you as his, forevermore.

“Fuck yeah, you are.” He says, revelling in his recent catch. “And don’t fret, kid. As fucked up of a man I am, I want you to have a good time as well, so just…”

Without any warning and with the expertise of a lecherous man who’s surely done it many times before, he hooks an arm around your waist…

“… let me do all the dirty work.”

…and propels the two of you forward toward the headboard, and in the process, flipping the two of you around so that you’re straddling him.

The instant and rough movement makes you see in blurry vision for a bit as your hands are planted firmly on hot, smooth, and muscular shoulders for support.

And while you may have been on top of other guys before, sitting on Toji feels like sitting on a golden throne made kings compared to your last partners, bless their souls.

Here, you feel like you belong.

“Fucking hell, you look good on top of me, kid…” He says, appreciatively and lecherously fondling your pert asscheeks, jiggling them and giving them soft spanks. “I reckon I gotta lock you up so we don’t have to deal with pigs like the one I dealt with earlier, hm?”

You don’t say anything to that, out of fear that you accidentally say yes and he’ll actually go along with it…

You’re inclined that he might just be crazy enough to follow suit with his words.

“But, that’s for later…” He says, slightly shimmying his body further back so he can lay his head on a pillow with no case. “I think it’s time I shut the fuck up…” He effortlessly hoists you further up his body, making you hold onto the headboard so you don’t crash into the wall and stand up on your knees with them planted on both sides of his handsome face. “And make you cry in the best way…”

With his face under you, he has full access to your most private areas. 

With the moonlight shining down on you both, your hard cock makes a shadow that covers his face, a pornographically obscene sight.

Toji, an animal ready to pounce, eyes his meal. 

Such a perfect cock and ass… and it’s all his to devour, savour, and claim.

Yeah, he’s a lucky man.

“MC…” He says from below. 

“Y-yeah?” You whisper shakily, entranced by the sight of him under you and antsy from your carnal need to get ruined.

He reaches his right hand towards his nightstand to grab an almost empty bottle of lube, plain and unscented.

He then flips the cap and pours a generous amount of clear slick onto his right hand. 

“For what it’s worth, at least our night is going better than we thought it would, right. You’re still alive, I’m getting some ass… this really is the best ending, huh?”

He speaks playfully as he coats his fingers with the clear substance, opening and closing them and feeling the strings of lube that stretch and break apart.

“Heh…” You scoff, irritated but amused as he teases you despite having a faceful of ass and dick above him. “I could’ve done without the strangling and being assaulted while I’m dead, but… yeah, it’s not too bad here with you.”

For a few seconds, Toji taps his fingers in a crescendo-like sequence on your ass as he absorbs your words.

“Aw… I’m glad you feel that way…” He says with a smirk. But then he lowers his voice to a bassy and lustful timbre. “But, there’s something you have to know, MC.”

Something about his tone makes you gulp nervously.

“Um, w-what is it?”

“With you in my room, on my bed, and in my hands…” He speaks, moving his face closer to your intimates, getting into position… “‘Not too bad’ is the last thing you’ll be saying when I’m done with you…”

He then moves two of his wet and thick fingers closer and closer to your asshole, you shivering from anticipation and the feeling of his skin on yours.

“… Because I…”

SHLICK

“NGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!~”

“Never play nice.”

Immediately, pleasure, pain, and white spots you’ve never seen before wreak beautiful, indescribable havoc throughout your body and soul.

With the roughness of a ravenous beast, hot and hard in pursuit of pleasure, but the precision of an experienced lover, he SHOVES his pointer and middle finger right past your ring of muscle, avoiding tearing your skin and hitting your prostate like a bullseye.

“Fuck! Fuuuuck!” You can’t even control the volume of the profanities that leave you. That first instance of pleasure hit you like a rush from bad drugs, and you immediately feel your system craving another hit.

Despite the open window next to you, with the starry skies and the moon being your spotlight for the show, the stars Toji makes you see are blinding and shine brighter than those above you.

He hasn’t even taken his fingers out yet! 

He just pushes his two fingers deeper, and deeper, and deeper into your sweet spot as if it’s a little balloon that he could pop.

“T-Toji! That’s too- wait!!! Too much!!!!” You’ve never heard your voice in this pitch before. But with how he’s swirling the tips of his fingers around the spot where your sweet spot is located, that’s for sure not the first unfamiliar sound you’re going to hear from yourself tonight. “I… I… Hah… I can’t handle it! PLEASE! Khh!- I can’t- HNGH-“

Just with his two fingers, he’s melting your brain. Just with his two fingers, he’s bringing new sounds out of you. Just with his two fingers, he’s turning you into his fucking bitchboy.

And what Toji sees and hears is easily better than whatever the Stairway to Heaven could’ve offered him if he were a good and virtuous man and not a sodomite manwhore.

Your hands long slipped off the headboard when he shoved his fingers inside of you. Now, your face is right on the wall as your brainless moans take up all the space in his room, and your sounds surround his head as if he’s wearing headphones.

Violently horny in a way he’s never been before, Toji’s thick and huge cock leaks sticky and potent pre-cum at such a factory-like rate that the slick slides down his long, pink shaft like hot candle wax.

His need to breed you, fill you up, and permanently expand your stomach with his semen makes his cock throb like a fucking metronome, the tip slapping against his stomach so many times that the precum begins to create a glazy layer on his pornstar abs.

And he hasn’t even rained hell on you yet…

Holy shit, you have no idea just how far down he’s going to take you to Hell.

“MC…” He whispers, hypnotized by the sight and sounds he’s creating with his own two fingers. “You’re beautiful…”

Such wholesome words… but don’t misunderstand. 

They are being spoken from the most hedonistic and concupiscent of minds.

Such words are typically uttered lovingly by devoted husbands who see their lovers as godsent blessings and angels, but coming from a man like Toji, the dirtier he makes you, the scratchier he makes your voice, and the more he leaves his mark on you… The more stunning you become in his eyes.

And he wants more. He wants to see more. To hear more.

And so…

schlick schlick schlick

“Mm-mngh?!” Your constant stream of moans gets cut off by an abrupt shout that comes from your throat.

“Show me more of just how fucking beautiful you can get…” He whispers, looking at you from down under with animalistic hunger and glee. “Shout for me, kid!”

SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK FWOP FWOP FWOP

“GAH! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK, TOJI!!!~~~”

Like a machine, he begins to roughly, and with no regard for holding back his strength, fuck your hole with his thick fingers, sliding his big, long, and calloused fingers out before STABBING them right back in, the bones of his fingertips jabbing your prostate repeatedly and mercilessly.

He finger blasts your asshole so roughly, quickly, and blindingly that lube is splashing everywhere near your hole, coating and glazing your asshecks and falling onto Toji’s face like rain.

The sound of his fingers full-on assaulting your prostate and walls is nothing but full-on pornographic. It’s wet, squishy, and fleshy, in the best and raunchiest of ways, and fuck, Toji is just salivating at the idea of your wet plushiness hugging his huge cock like a glove.

“Yeahhhhhh~~~” Toji says with darkened eyes that have never been more alive, as he sees the result of his finger work. “Fucking faggot doesn’t even need me to ask if he likes my fingers… your screams tell me everything I need to know, hah!” 

“Mmm!!!~~~”

For some reason, he felt you tighten around his violating fingers when he called you that offensive slur.

Ah, seems like someone has a thing for the taboo~

“Aw…” He says with a bully’s teasing but hurtful tone. Hah, not like he wasn’t one back in his young buck high school days. “Stupid fag can’t even speak anymore. But you don’t need to, yeah? You’re right where you wanna be, right? Getting violated by a big bad boy like all faggots want… you’re where you deserve to be.”

Fuck, you shouldn’t be loving the degradation and disrespect as much as you are right now… but it hurts your heart and makes your skin crawl in the best absolute way possible!

His vile words feel like the perfect delicacy to accompany his relentless assault on your prostate, and he isn’t even wrong. You can’t say a fucking word because you have moans being forced out of you so much that your throat is starting to hurt even more than earlier because of the overuse it’s getting.

SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK FWOP FWOP FWOP

“FUCK, MC!” Toji yells from underneath you, getting more and more fired and horned up as he feels your hole slightly loosen from his fingers going in and out and in and out and in and out of you at a military weapon’s fire rate. “Just what kind of sissies have you slept with? With the way you scream, I can tell you’ve never been with a real fucking man!” He SMACKS one of your cheeks so hard that it literally goes numb for a second. “What did those pansies do with you in bed? Nibble on your ears and kiss your cheek while they fuck you like a sad virgin? Hah! Fucking lame… No wonder you sound like you’re having the time of your life… You were messing around with sissies before you met me.”

Your past boyfriends were such sweethearts and kind lovers that his saying such mean words makes you want to defend them, but GOD, you can’t say a fucking word with how he’s literally attacking your prostate like it’s a gate needing to be destroyed by a battering ram.

And the pleasure you're feeling and the mind-broken state he’s forcing you into is starting to make you think that he might be right!

“Well, it’s a good thing we found each other, MC… One night with me, and no man will ever compare. You’ll never be satisfied with any other pansy out there. And besides, I’m never letting such a pretty piece of ass like you ever get away from me… I don’t even care if I have to call myself a faggot if it means keeping you forever…”

He then whispers, his breath and deep voice shaky just from how hard he’s finger-fucking you. “You like that, boy? You want me to be your faggot? I’ll do it, baby… I’ll be that for you… Just as long as I get to keep your bitchhole until we fucking die… C’mon, MC… tell me you want me to be your man…”

“Mng!! NGHHHH! ANNHHHHH!!!”

So hot. So fucking sexy.

Whatever it is he does, whatever it is he says, it just makes the already overwhelming and life-altering pleasure and pain you’re feeling get amplified even more!

Yes. Yes! Fuck yes!

He can be whatever he wants! He can say whatever he wants! He can do whatever he wants to you!

Just as long as he can keep making you feel as amazing as you do, your life is in his hands for all you care!

With all the willpower that you can pathetically muster as he shapes your body to his liking, you look down at him with your teary eyes, messed-up hair, and sweaty face, and give him the closest thing to a nod as possible.

And in giving him that, you made yourself his, just as much as he made himself yours.

Your bodies are the paper, and your sweat and pre-cum are the ink that fills in the dotted lines of this intimate contract.

And Toji, the man he is, wants to reward you for doing exactly what he wanted.

“Ha…” He scoffs affectionately. “That’s my boy…” He whispers…

Before…

SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK FWOP FWOP FWOP BAM BAM BAM

“GYAHHHHHH!!!~~~~”

Somehow, impossibly so, and as a generous gift from your new man, Toji FINGER BLASTS your prostate like a goddamn assault rifle, and this time without even warning you, with a third finger added to the mix.

Your voice by this point is a goddamn wreck, and it’s a wonder how you can still even manage to let anything other than pathetic wheezes out.

“Such a good fucking boy for me… Just the wayyyyyy I like it… Mhm~...” He says, his arm sore, his skin sweaty, and his voice shaky and hot from the exertion he’s putting his arm just to make you burst. “Let me see you fall apart, MC… Let me see just how crazy my fingers can make you go, mhm?~” Despite his shaky tone, his lustful and debonair timbre makes his sound sensual as allllll fucking hell.

And despite the mindless state you’ve been in, and despite the even more mindless state you’re going to be in, your instincts that come from being in the presence and arms of a skilled pleasurer like Toji force you to at least respond to him, even if it’s difficult as all hell.

“M-mm! Ple- Gah, shit!” You sound ridiculous. He loves it. “Ple-ease! I’m clo- ANGH~ I’m so close, Toji! More, more, more!”

He brings his face closer to your intimates, the scent of your sweat and natural musk threatening to make his eyes roll back in delight. 

“You want me to make you cum, kid?” He says, his whispery timbre somehow louder than your moans and screams. “You wanna paint my face white with your jizz? Wanna dirty me like the trashy neighbour you always thought I was? You want the man who kept you up all those nights to make you scream like all my past bitches?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyesyESYESYES. I wanna cum!!”

And with your pleas and wishes more than known to him, he smiles a handsome smile before…

“Alright then~.”

He closes the distance between his face and your asshole and begins to assault your hole with his hot, wet tongue alongside his three strong fingers.

“Mmmmmmmm~ Fuck~ Hahahahaha~ You feel so soft on my tongue, baby…” He says like a rich man indulging in the most luxurious of delicacies, in between flicking his tongue around your pucker, giving you another layer of pleasure to fall apart as a result of. “So good… so fucking good…”

His voice is muffled from being underneath you and getting faceful of your balls, perineum, and ass, but there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

He eats you out like a goddamn champion with years of experience under his belt, flicking the tip of his tongue on your pucker, sneaking the tip of his tongue into you with his fingers sometimes, and pushing his face up against you from underneath, the friction of his face providing just another never-ending assault of pleasure on your balls

The wet, slick, and slushy sounds of his tongue on your ass sound like something out of the spiciest porn videos as he makes it his mission to make your brain factory reset through sex.

The area where tongue and intimates meet is hot, wet, humid, sticky, slimy, and sweaty as he licks, fingerfucks, and claims you in his pheromone and testosterone-induced rut.

And not once does he slow down his warrior’s pace, despite his heavy breathing and straining muscles. He maintains his brutal and fast assault on your pleasure points; no amount of pain is great enough to stop him from making you melt.

You’re both as close as can be, so much so that you can feel the scar on his lips on your own skin, a testament to how entangled you have become despite having just formally met not even a goddamn hour ago.

And when just a few more minutes of debauchery and hot, wet, and sticky assault, you feel something treacherously amazing coming. It stems from your prostate, battered and happy, then it travels up to your stomach and down to your toes that are digging into Toji’s sweat-scented mattress. It makes your skin tingle, it makes the hairs on your arms stand, and coats around your impossibly hard and throbbing cock like a hot veil.

Never has the moment before an orgasm felt like this before Toji came into your life.

This isn’t a little campfire, it’s a goddamn inferno. This is no drizzle, it’s a goddamn torrent.

This isn’t just an orgasm, it’s the beginning of a new chapter in your once-dreary life.

“T-TOJI!!!~~~” You screaming against the wall, the surface wet from your sweat, drool, and tears. “I’m… I’M-!!”

And this is what he’s working so hard for, it’s what he’s been ignoring the flaming pain in his arm for, it’s what he’s been holding his breath until the point of passing out for, as he ate you out without pause, and it’s what he’s killed a man for tonight.

Seeing you cum.

“Do it then, MC.” He says, his voice raspy and lewd. “Cum for your man, hm!~ C’mon… c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby!!!!” His face is completely drenched in lube, sweat, and drool, and his hair sticks to his face as if he just went for a swim. “Cum… cum, cum, cum, CUM, CUM, CUMCUMCUMCUMCUMCUMCUMCUM, FAGGOT!!!!!!! CUM!!!!!!!!!!”

And as if his words were the key to the safe, as if your body had made itself respond to his command with absolute obedience, your body, finally, after such a horrible day and traumatizing night, let itself enjoy the greatest pleasure you have ever felt in your dreary life.

“NGH- GAHHHHHHHHHH!~~~~ M-MMMMMMMMNNNGGGG!!!!~~~~”

Upon hearing your screams, Toji grins like a madman and shuffles himself up from under you to bring his face right to your cock, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out for the meal he worked so goddamn hard for.

Like an erupting volcano, your cock, in burning blue and white-hot pleasure, begins to spew creamy and warm cum all over Toji’s handsome face and sweaty hair, painting and glazing his skin like the world’s dirtiest and most erotic piece of art.

Everything that makes him him gets covered in your cream, claiming him despite his clear dominance over the entire night.

The scar on his lips, the dark circles under his tired eyes, his rough stubble from day unshaven, and his godly bone structure, all get covered in your essence, and Toji has nowhere he’d rather be. He’d drown in your semen if he could.

All the shit he’s gone through in life, and hell, all the people he heartlessly stepped on in life, and everything he did, mostly bad, it brought him to you.

His getting evicted and having to live in this dumpster hole because he fucked his previous landlord’s son in his office, it was worth it, because he is here on his dirty, sweaty and cum-drenched mattress getting his face jizzed on by the prettiest boy he just made his own.

The warmth of your cum feels like heaven on his tired and rough skin, the taste of your essence revitalizes his weary and bitter soul, and the grip of your hand in his drenches and now slimy hair makes him truly feel like he isn’t alone, despite his numerous nightly rendezvous on this very bed.

This moment is nothing like a picturesque love-making scene in a prime-time box office-smashing romance movie, nah, a visual like this belongs on some porn scene in the dark web, only for the dirtiest and depraved of men to jerk off to.

But for him, in his semen-glazed euphoria, maybe he finally found out what it’s like to feel… something like love, maybe.

And you, you’re not sure if you’re dead or alive.

Are you in heaven because of the sheer pleasure, euphoria, and ecstasy you’re in?

Have you been rewarded by the gods for persevering and gritting your teeth and surviving despite all the bad cards you’ve been dealt in life?

Fuck, you don’t know.

But all you do know, as you scream like a whore, shoot semen like a geyser, and shiver in delectation, jubilation, and rapture, is that you wouldn’t want to die any other way… in his hands.

In a way you never have before, and with neither you nor Toji knowing how much time has passed, you just keep on shooting and painting Toji’s already fair skin even more white and creamy, your essence marking your newfound man with your scent.

It’s beautiful, it’s filthy, it’s debaucherous, it’s amorous, and if only it could last forever…

…

But Toji is no merciful man.

And he wants to make it last forever.

So, while you’re still shooting cum and moaning up a storm, Toji, with a pearly white and cum-shiny grin, wipes his face with the hand that was fingers-deep in your ass, coating his fingers in your milk before he sneaks it back under your and towards its rightful place.

And with no warning, or even giving you the mercy of a short rest, he JAMS in four fingers this time, the addition of pinky stretching you out even more.

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You’re oversensitive, you’re overwhelmed, and you’re overstimulated.

Even more so, considering you just had the orgasm of 10 lifetimes combined, so when Toji goes back to finger-fucking you despite the absolutely delicious shambles your body is in… your vision genuinely goes dark. Your head feels heavy and dizzy as you scream and cry brainlessly against the wet wall.

But in addition to the even more overwhelming fingerblasting you’re getting from your man, Toji, groaning in arousal, licks his lips appreciatively before taking your hot, wet, and slick cock into his warm mouth.

“MM-MMM-MMMHHMHMMMM!!!!~~~~~~”

In appreciation of your taste and slick heat in the mouth and in teasing of your continuous pleasured noises, Toji hums and chuckles as he plays with your cock with his big tongue.

The taste of your cum on your tip and your pre-cum on your shaft gives Toji a heady mixture of delicious flavours, and he loves to have a lollipop to suck on as he savours the world’s greatest treat.

Contrary to his amazing tongue work and ability to completely take your entirety in his mouth, Toji has never sucked cock before.

Just because he chose to only fuck men didn’t mean he was ever down to do the real faggot shit; he didn’t ever want to debase himself like that.

But for his newfound property? For his little faggot? For his new boy?

God, if it makes you feel good and makes you scream like a back-alley whore, he’ll do whatever.

Guided only by the memory of what his past encounters have done to him, he plays with your cock with expertise, a testament to his talents in the bedroom.

He swirls his tongue relentlessly, swirling it up and down your tip and shaft so quickly and lecherously that it genuinely feels like you have multiple tongues licking your cock.

He bobs his head up and down roughly and rapidly, making it feel like he’s fucking your cock with his mouth, his warm, hot flesh feeling like a dream, and the gentle grind of his teeth providing jolts of ecstasy that make you twitch as if you’re getting electrocuted.

And his deep voice as he moans, rumbles, and chuckles in arousal, appreciation, and euphoria provides a sensation that vibrates and reverberates around your entire cock like a goddamn sex toy.

For this being his first time sucking cock, he’s cemented himself as nothing but a goddamn sex god.

And it’s no surprise that once your eyes start rolling back, especially after such a life-changing orgasm earlier, you can feel that familiar rush coming back once again.

“T-TOJI- A-AGAIN!!!~ I- AH! I CAN FEEL IT AGAINNNNNN~.”

It’s just as intense as before, and you’re filled with just as much anticipation as before as that tidal wave approaches you once more.

You need it! You want it! You’ll die for it! You’ll-

“NGHH?!?!?!?”

But, to your dismayed surprise, Toji does something brand new.

As you got closer and closer to shooting your semen like a fucking firehose once more, Toji could tell.

The way your cock throbbed in his mouth even more, the way your hole tightened around his fingers oh-so-tightly, and the way your entire body began shivering and trembling… He’d be an idiot not to be able to tell you were about to erupt.

But Toji… he wants to see you in all your filthy glory.

Whatever sight is possible and within his reach, he’ll make sure he can make you do it.

So, just as you were about to shoot, he PRESSED the tip of his tongue extremely firmly against the slit of your tip, preventing you from spewing semen despite the overwhelming amount of pleasure you’re feeling.

And you just begin the tremble and shake even more above Toji, as your body is denied that rapturous release that you for sure felt approaching.

“W-w–Whyyyyyyy~~~...” You begin to sob stupidly as you feel the pleasure but are denied release on his terms. “I wanna… I wanna… I WANNNA!!!~~ NGH!!!~”

Your sad whines soon become those familiar moans as your body, as expected, becomes overtaken by pleasure, attacking you on all sides.

His fingers fucking you and opening you up beyond repair as a pace that some might deem evil, his tongue and throat that suck you off so hungrily, one might think he’s trying to suck the skin of your cock off, and his voice sending sex toy vibrations on your cock that spread throughout your body, FUCK, YOU NEED TO CUM!

But… you can’t…

Not with the tip of his tongue pressing against your slit like a fucking plug.

Why… Why is he torturing you like this? You’ve been nothing but good for him?

You listened to every word and followed every command!

So, why?

WHY?!?

And the worst thing is, you can’t even say anything about how frustrated you are.

The pleasure is so insane that you cannot speak, no matter how much you want to.

And… even if you could say something… maybe your submission towards Toji would prevent you from defying, opposing, or fighting back against whatever it is he chooses to do to you.

But, little do you know, Toji isn’t trying to torture you… mostly.

No, it’s all part of his scheme to see something even greater than your previous orgasm, which, yes, is entirely possible if his tongue and hands are involved.

He wants to see something even hotter, feel even dirtier, and get even wetter.

Oh, you aren’t ready… he’s got heaven doors ready to be opened for you.

After a few more seconds of agonizing but delightful torturous pleasure and denial… You feel something different happening in your body.

Something feels… off.

And you begin to squirm uncomfortably despite the overwhelming pleasure.

“Toji?! T-TOJI?!” You say in alarm and panic, the feeling in your lower stomach and cock getting stronger and stronger and completely unstoppable. “Something feels weird!!!!! It feels weird! FUCK! It FEELS LIKE I’M GONNA- NGHHGNGHHHHH!~ NONONO!~.”

You feel it in your shaft, something’s coming out. Something you cannot stop… not that he’d let it stop.

Is this what rocket engineers feel when they’re about to see a rocket launch up into space successfully?

Is this how one feels when he’s about to see a marvellous feat in human history?

Pfft, who knows, he doesn’t give a fuck about that shit.

But what he’s about to see is gonna be something he’ll keep in his own personal science book stored deep in his mind, for he’s pushing the limits of your body tonight.

Feeling your body shake even more, your cock throb and pulse maniacally in his mouth, and hearing your words devolve back into unintelligible nonsense… Toji deems it time.

And with the big red button right in front of him, Toji full-on roundhouse kicks it with all of his power.

All at once, he STABS your abused prostate with his fingers with all of his strength, and he finally… removes his tongue from your slit and positions his face in front of your cock once more with his mouth wide open.

And just like that, the dam shatters into dust, resulting in a tsunami.

PSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH

You can’t even scream as your body goes completely limp against the wall.

All you can do is tremble undignifiedly as your body is pushed to the absolute extreme.

Your cock doesn’t shoot this time.

It fucking squirts.

You’re not shooting semen this time, you’re violently shooting a clear and hot liquid like you’re fucking pissing.

And your body, soul, and goddamn existence feels like it’s approaching death’s door.

The tip of your cock is so overwhelmed and overpleasured by the friction of your squirt rubbing against the slit that you can feel what feels like a micro-orgasm accompanying your current one, and it’s a WONDER that you’re still fucking conscious.

And Toji… well, he feels like he’s on Heaven’s Throne.

With eyes blissfully closed and his mouth open and receiving, he basks in all that he's forcing out of you, like he’s taking a hot shower.

His hair is wet, his skin is wet, and his fucking pillow, blanket, and mattress are SOAKED, and he’s convinced that this is better than winning the lottery.

Like a man parched, and he honestly was from the mind-breaking sex he’s been giving you, he drinks up your liquid like it’s clean water from the purest and highest of glaciers, swallowing your warmth down his throat and feeling it travel down to his stomach, before opening his mouth once more and feeling your liquid fill him up in the most filthy and sinful of ways.

You taste like a dream… a wet dream, in the most literal of ways.

And all while this happens, you actually go faint for a few seconds, your body going into emergency mode and needing just a few seconds of rest just so that you don’t actually fall apart as you’re pushed to the sexual limits, toeing the line very dangerously because of Toji.

You’re alive… in the sense that your blood is still running, still breathing, and still squirting, but your brain is fucking fried.

The moans, whines, and screams you let out are brainless and stupid, your eyes are rolled far back, and your body is limp.

But despite your state, you have never been as blissed out as you are right now.

This is heaven, despite what it may look like, and you don’t ever want to fall back to Earth.

But alas, you must come back to Earth as your blinding orgasm ends and your vision slowly becomes less cloudy, as your ferocious stream gradually turns into a sad little trickle… and as your body begins to limply fall backwards onto the bed, your back about to fall unceremoniously onto Toji’s legs.

But the attentive man he is, Toji, soaked and satisfied, quickly surges forward, catching you in his arms, and letting you collapse ungracefully on top of him and in his wet, slippery embrace.

Your naked bodies are so wet that it looks like you both went for a swim… when in reality, you’re covered in just sweat, while he’s covered in drool, cum, sweat, and squirt… It’s absolutely filthy, obscene, and surely disgusting to normal people who live in actually safe cities or towns… but for you and him, it’s pure delight.

The single pillow, single blanket, and mattress below you two are drenched completely, soaked in all the aforementioned fluids and probably needing to be burnt once this night is over, but it’s where you two are creating a memory that you both hope will never die, even when you’re in your final seconds.

This isn’t the after-events of a romantic date night, with silk sheets and rose petals scattered on the bed.

Nope. All that’s here is a drenched and further desecrated mattress, a single nightstand that Toji got from a dump, scattered clothes on the ground, and a dead body next door… but it honestly, it suits two men like you who already live in a shithole.

It’s nothing romantic… but it’s yours and his.

…

But here’s the crazy thing.

Toji isn’t done.

Of course, he isn’t.

Because while you saw stars, galaxies, and universes that no one else has seen in your euphoric and orgasmic flow state, Toji’s painfully hard and virile cock remains blissfully tortured.

It was beautiful to turn you into his own personal fountain, the epitome of how sex can be artistic and filthy.

But as he feels you pant like a bitch on top of him, as he feels your face bury itself into the crook of his neck in search of comfort, and as he feels your slippery and wet cock rub against his abs, almost like you’re begging him for more, he decides that it’s finally time to put himself first and chase his own euphoria.

And by this point, he’s done with words.

Just as brainless as he made you, the sight of you, the feel of you, and the taste of you just as well devolved him into a beast, one who feels no need to warn or ease you into anything.

And so, with nothing being said, just his hands gripping your ass and his huge cock pressing its tip into your loosened hole… all he can do is pat your ass cheekily and… affectionately before he…

FWOP

“Mmmmmmmm!!!!!!!~”

“Fu~ccckkkkkk, yeah!”

… shoves the entirety of his thick, long, meaty, and more than 10-inch cock balls-deep right up into your asshole.

And terrifyingly yet blissfully so, it fills you up WAY more than his four fingers did.

You can feel your hole stretching even more to accommodate his huge and actually invasive size, but fuck, it feels even better than his fingers did, and he hasn’t even started fucking you yet!

His huge cock is hot, wet, and it fills you up perfectly as it pulses and throbs so violently inside of you that it’s almost like his dick is a fucking vibrator, and that’s just a testament to how horny he is and how badly he needs to breed you, ruin you, and abuse your prostate for his own pleasure.

“Fucking hell, baby… you’re so tight for me… so wet for me… so hot for me…” Toji is holding one of your asscheeks hard with one hand as he pushes his sweaty and squirt-wet hair back as if he just came back from a swim with the other. “... So good for me… You’re all mine, yeah, MC? This hole belongs to your next-door neighbour, mhm?”

Toji doesn’t realize the colour his voice is speaking in as he whispers roughly and possessively next to your ear.

In the bed, he’s always been mean, merciless, ruthless, and rough, even if he had pleasuring others in mind.

And he certainly has been all of those things with you.

But with you in his arms, and him covered in all of you, he can feel that familiar feeling he felt earlier when you thanked him with such… warm eyes.

And it’s weird.

And he doesn’t want to acknowledge it.

But… It’s not like he’s been given the opportunity to.

Because, unexpectedly to him, you move your face out from the crook of his neck to look at him in the face, and this time, he’s the one being worshipped.

Even with your hazy vision and with just some moonlight shining down on your filthy show, he looks just as handsome as he did when he saved you from a horrible fate.

He’s a vulgar mess, no doubt about it… But wow, is he as handsome as ever.

As he stares at you with wondering and expectant green eyes, you’re in awe at how he somehow looks even sexier in his messy state.

He shines from how drenched he is, his skin glossy and glistening with saliva, lube, jizz, and squirt, a beautiful sight painted with the most salacious of paints.

Clear liquid and cum glides down his face and drops from his chin like honey and milk, a mask he’s proud to wear.

His once soft black hair that previously fell to give him a charming, low-effort look is now soaking wet and pushed back, giving him a surfer’s look in the filthiest of ways.

It isn’t wholesome in any way, shape, or form… but somehow, for you, the sight of him made your heart sing and feel all fuzzy inside.

It’s one that you made together.

And despite the answer to his words being the most obvious thing in the world and truly not needing to be said… You press his forehead to yours in tired affection and whisper as you look into his bewitching green stare.

“I’m yours, Toji…” You say with warm eyes and a tired but adoring voice. “Forever as I wish and for as long as you command, I’m yours.” And perhaps in a quick moment of cheekiness, you say one more thing. “And again… thank you for saving me. I’ve never felt luckier.”

And with that, you plant your lips on his, kissing the neighbour that you used to vehemently resent, kissing the man who saved your life from a grim fate…, giving yourself to the man who made you his own.

And despite Toji exactly what he wanted to hear from you, he doesn’t kiss you back immediately, for your words, once again, made that unfamiliar and annoyingly uncomfortable warm and fuzzy feeling come back to his stomach and heart.

He doesn’t do feelings.

He won’t.

He can’t.

He never wanted to!

So why?

Why do you, the little runt who lives next door, who happens to have the prettiest face and cutest ass in this entire town, make him feel such fucking disgusting things whenever you thank him?

…

And despite how disgusting and wrong such warm feelings feel to him… why… why doesn’t he hate it?

He can’t say it’s love.

A selfish, vile, hateful, and harmful man like that cannot love after all the shit he’s said and done throughout his life.

But as you kiss him like a boy devoted to his saviour, and as he feels you all over him in body and substance… maybe he can admit that… he doesn’t want to say goodbye to you.

For the first time in his life, he found someone he wanted to hold when the dirty dance is all said and done.

And that is something he cannot deny that he loves.

And with that discovery made deep inside as you kiss him like a lover, Toji grips your hair with one hand tightly and shoves his finger back inside you and…

“I’ll never let you go, MC…”

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP

“AAANHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!”

“MMMMMMMHMMMMMM!!!~”

… begins to JACKHAMMER your asshole and prostate with his huge cock at a blindingly fast pace with the most merciless amount of strength possible.

As expected, despite the warm feelings in the air, soft and sweet was never Toji’s style in bed.

No, he doesn’t make love, he destroys and ruins.

He fucks you so hard and quickly from below that every time he pulls out and fucks back up into you like a machine set at maximum power, all that can be heard in his small and almost empty room is the deafening BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM of his hips slamming into yours like a freight train.

He’s so ballistically rough that when he fucks up into you, you legitimately fly up in the air just a little bit high enough to slam down onto his cock and meet him on the way down when he thrusts back up.

And as you two make out with each other like ravenous and insatiable lovers, as your hips continuously slam into each other, you both moan like absolute, brainless whores as you savour each other’s presence and bodies in the best of ways.

The pheromone-infused and musky haze that floats around you two as you fuck each other’s brains out ferociously and passionately is hot, the scent of your beastly sex floating around you two like a heady and musky cologne that’s warm, cloudy, and so rawly man and primal. 

Neither of you can talk anymore, but you don’t need to, for your bodies and actions convey any possible message either of you wants to say to each other.

The way you hug Toji as you make out with him, getting your fluids all over your skin, speaks of your newfound adoration for this bad man.

And the way Toji grips your hair, brutalizes your prostate with his cock, fingerfucks you along with his cock… well, that’s just him being him, but he isn’t just being fuelled by the insatiable beast that is his libido. His newfound feelings also serve as gasoline to his engine, making him fuck you as hard and fast as humanly possible for a strong man like him.

And somewhere in this drenched, debauched, musky, hot, humid, and testosterone-ladened bedroom in a shitty apartment building in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, the tiniest spark of romance was born most unconventionally.

…

And, Toji can’t say that he hates it.

He’s not sure he can say who’s luckier.

Him for finding such a prize despite being a horrible man?

Or you for managing to snag his worship and devotion with just some sweet words and a nice smile?

Maybe both of you, actually.

Who knows.

He can’t believe that with just a little bit of time, he went from telling you that he wouldn’t have saved your life if you were ugly to wanting to, at the very least, sleep in the same bed with you tonight after all this is over.

He’ll probably, and deservedly in his opinion, be in the ground six feet under or bleeding to death in some alley from gunshots or stab wounds before he could ever utter such honest words to you… But for now, he grips your hair less tightly, a small step but one that he easily notices himself taking.

But regardless of his slow acceptance of his feelings, if he can even call them that, he’s still at his core, a hedonistic, pleasure-chasing deviant, and something like feelings won’t slow him down or soften his assault on your prostate.

Hell, his newfound appreciation not just for your body, but also for you as a person, makes his pleasure feel even more vivid and real.

Your slick, wet walls, despite the constant loosening they were subjected to, still hug, cling, and rub the entirety of his huge dick like a wet dream. Your slippery, hot, and fleshy softness makes his eyes roll back as he makes out with you and makes his tongue dance in messy circles with yours.

In this moment, you’re not both just on cloud nine.

You’re soaring high in the cosmos together.

And with the stars, moon, and dark sky being your backdrop on this passionate dance… your mutual pleasure begins to ascend higher than the stars that watch you.

Toji’s thrusts grow shaky, clumsy, and stiff, although he still maintains his power, and you can’t even ride him anymore, letting yourself be carried by his cataclysmic force… an indicator that in just a few seconds… you’re both about to explode like dynamite.

“Baby… BABY- GAH…! SHITSHITSHIIIIII~TTTTTT!” He, unfortunately, forced his lips away from yours ever since you started kissing him. The feeling of his impending orgasm made him bury his face in the crook of your neck in overexerted desperation this time. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, ho~~~~ly SHIT, I’m gonna cum!”

His words and thrusts turn you on like nothing before, and you cling to him like a lifeline as you feel your third orgasm of the night threatening to tip you over the edge once more.

“MMMM! Me too!” You cry into the pillow, your voice muffled by the wet thing but still audible to Toji. “Fill me up, PLEASE! Cum in me, Toji!~ Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, I’ll be your good boy forever if you fill me up, fuck, I just want you so bad, I never want to be anywhere else if it isn’t with you, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!~~~~~”

“FUCK, BABY!!!” He shouts in the crook of your neck in ecstasy, the volume of his voice so loud that it vibrates on the skin of your neck. “Anything you want, kid, it’s yours. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it… You want me to fill you up and paint your slutty little insides white the same way you painted my face? GOD, I’ll do it!!!! WHATEVER YOU WANT, MC!!!!~” 

Flesh slams into flesh, getting louder and louder and louder as your orgasm approaches.

Voices become scratchier and raspier as you both shout, moan, scream, and groan like madmen possessed by lustful demons.

It’s hot, it’s sosososososososo fucking hot, it feels like a goddamn sauna in here despite Toji’s window being open.

And though it’s been a long time coming, that oh-so amazing but torturous begins to bloom deep in your lower stomachs and cocks.

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMFWOPFWOPOFWPOFWPOFWPOBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM

The combined volume of Toji’s violent thrusts sounding like thunderclaps in his room, your wet and lustful acapella duet, and his bed creaking for dear life actually begins to make both of your eardrums hurt, but neither of you cares.

For as you both come closer…

“MC!!!!!!!!! AW, FUCK, I CAN’T- FUCK! TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKEITTAKEITTAKEIT, FUCKING TAKE ITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

… and closer…

“TOJI, AGAIN!!!! I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!!!~”

… and closer to the end of the night…

All that you can hear is both of you nearing the edge of glory.

And neither of you wants anything else.

For when you finally approach the edge, and jump off with your hands held tight and your bodies pressed against each other like lifelines…

SPLURTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

“GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK, UNGH, MC!!!!!!!”

“MNGGGGG-AHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~!!!!!!!!!”

Your voices that reach their breaking points as you desecrate each other’s bodies with hot semen are what you keep present in the moment and remind you that you’re in this beautiful and vivacious moment as your bodies ascend in orgasmic glee.

His voice, dark, devilish, and uncaring when you first met him, is now a beastly and desperate roar as he shoots generations of his seed into your asshole, his load thick, heavy, hot, and dense, from all the build-up, foreplay, sex, and realizations that transpired before this life-altering moment.

Your voice, terrified, scared, and scratchy from almost being strangled to death, is now utterly blissed out and jovial as you cum for a third time tonight, and though it shouldn’t be possible, the load that shoots out of your over-worked cock is just as thick and voluminous as your first, a testament to just how good Toji railed you.

Toji might as well consider himself a new man with how right cumming inside of you and painting your insides white with his male essence felt. You’re farrrr from the first guy he busted a nut into, but he has, never, not once in his life, felt this connected to someone in bed before.

Is kindness or, hell, even just hearing a thank you, really that rare in this town?

Has his life been so shit that he immediately became infatuated with the one person who ever showed kindness?

… Yes, yes, it has been, and it made him just as shit of a person.

But that’s in the past. He’ll probably be just a trash of a human as he always has been, but maybe for you… He’ll tone it down ju~sssstttt a smidge.

As soon as your orgasm started, you once again went limp, but lying on top of Toji as you began to splash your cum felt both wholesome and dirty like a filthily perfect combination.

The grip on your hair that comfortingly scratches your scalp, the other hand that’s now gripping your waist and holding you impossibly close to him, and the endless amounts of prime jizz that fills you up and brands you forevermore, it shouldn’t feeling loving… but a part of you can’t help but feel like the way he touches you now is, and it’s so barely noticeable that you’re convinced you might be delusional, is softer, more tender.

This moment in your always painful, tragic, and fucked-up life joins the little cardboard box in your head containing the few moments that made you smile and hold close to your heart.

Being in each other’s arms, covered in each other’s essences, and shivering in ecstasy and catharsis as your orgasms die down… it evokes such a warm and happy feeling in your heart, that despite the events that transpired leading up to this moment… you’re grateful that those horrors led you here, to him.

As you lie on top of Toji, hot, panting, and surely not the image of elegance, you know you’re happy where you are.

Yes, the man whom you’ve given yourself to is definitely no prince, and he probably will never be considered the way he talked to you earlier, and the man he killed earlier might not have even been his first, with how swiftly he did it.

But as he wordlessly yet gently grabs you by the hair, pushes you back, and makes you fall onto the foot of the bed and gets on top of you, and gets ready to fuck you missionary, making it clear that he isn’t going to give you a break, you realize that…

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPALPLAP

… You don’t need a prince.

You just need him.

4:42 AM

On the floor and sitting by the side of his bed, Toji rests his head back in relaxed yet feral on his drenched mattress as he grips your asscheeks hard and manually SLAMS you up and down and up and down and up and down on his cock that’s still just as hard as it was when the night first started.

5:06 AM

You both got so insanely dehydrated and drained that you had to beg Toji, while he made you fuck your cock against his abs as he jerked off like a fucking pervert, for a glass of water.

And what did he do?

He picked you up, stood up from his bed, IMPALED you on his cock, and began slamming you up and down his shaft once more while he walked out of his bedroom and to the fridge in the kitchen to fetch plastic water bottles for both of you.

He then drank some water for himself, and rather than letting you drink from the bottle as well, he, with his mouth still full, forced your lips open with his mouth and kissed you.

Immediately, your mouth was filled with water, saliva, and whatever human essence Toji still had in his mouth, but your parched self was desperate, so you drank the filthy mixture.

And Toji repeated the dirty yet affectionate act again and again and again, until you weren’t thirty anymore…

Only to drain you once more as he violently palmed the tip of your cock as he fucked you and made you squirt once more all over him and yourself with your back against his fridge.

5:47 AM

As the sun slowly came up while Toji was skull-fucking you and making you cry in pain and pleasure, a nasty idea came into his head.

And as a result, he’s now blowing your brains out with your body resting on his windowsill.

As you're getting your insides rearranged irreversibly, the lower half of your body is still inside and getting violated beyond repair, and your upper half?

Well, all you see as you get fucked with your head hanging outside Toji’s window are the green trees that surround your apartment building.

Thank God, you both live in the middle of nowhere, because someone definitely would’ve been able to hear your pleasured and brain-dead moans and screams as Toji rails you into a new life.

6:30 AM

With the sun rising and the sky turning blue, that’s when the rest of the world comes alive and gets ready to tackle the day.

But alas, even primal beasts like Toji, and yourself, as you have discovered, are still just human, even if it sure hasn’t felt like it for the past few hours.

Endless exertion later, non-stop rounds of hard sex later, and gallons of semen, spit, and sweat later, all you two can manage together as you tiredly chase your final orgasms of the morning is a soft and intimate frot.

Once again, as you two have made it your signature position, you're on top of Toji as he holds you tight with one hand in your hair and the other on your waist.

Your cocks are tired, not as hard as they were when the night was dark, and your balls barely have anything left in their reserves, but that final, trickling amount of arousal you still feel in your exerted bodies drove you to chase just one shot of ecstasy.

“Toji… are you okay?” You ask, not strong enough to still rub your against Toji’s as hard as he does.

In response to that, Toji kisses your drenched neck that’s covered in who knows what at this point. “Shut up, kid…” He says roughly. “I should be the one asking that… but yeah, I’m good. Uh… you good, then?” He says, quietly, not at all used to ever asking someone that.

“Mmm… good.” You say tiredly, his muscular body feels like a bed of its own. “M-mm!~ I think, fuck, I think I’m gonna cum soon…”

It’s faint, but it’s there, that very little jolt indicating your final leap into the depths.

And he feels it too, fuck, it might even hurt a little bit with just long and hard, how hard he fucked you non-stop for a few hours and until the sun came up.

Compared to when it was still nighttime and pitch-black outside, the morning sun coming into his room and shining down on you makes you look angelic, and the sight softens his rocky heart just a little.

“Mine.” He thinks to himself. “And if any fag ever tries to touch him again, I’ll shoot the bitch in public if I have to…”

And that little rush of possession drives him to push himself to the absolute limit to make you cum just one more time. 

His powerful body is screaming and yelling in pain, but he doesn’t care. If he can just hear you cry in pleasure in his arms one more time today, it’ll all be worth it.

And so fucks, and fucks, and fucks his cock against yours, roughly as always but unfortunately much slower despite his best efforts.

But for you, it’s just enough.

The hot, slimy, and wet friction of his huge shaft grinding against yours feels divine, the scratch of his bush provokes jolts of pleasure on your shaft, and the way his skin rubs against yours makes you feel like the center of his world, and all this combines to create one final rush of heaven.

“Hnggggg!~”

“Aahh……… Haha… fuck, yeah…”

Neither of you can scream in delight as you splurt only two to three shots of cum on each other’s cocks, only able to groan hoarsely, but honestly, the warmth you feel in your heart for Toji overshadows the orgasm this time, his arms wrapping around your tired body as the sunlight keeps you warm as well, feeling like happiness, something you rarely ever feel.

And just like that, here you two are after everything was said and done.

The scene is filthy and pornographic yet serene.

Both you and Toji, after hours of endless sex, are drenched and shiny in sweat and cum and whatnot, and your bodies are just we all decorated from head to hip in scratches, bite marks, hickies, and bruises, and the bed is beyond saving, soaked, squishy, and stained from the dance that ensued and the fluids that came out like fountains.

Your hole leaks Toji’s cum nonstop, and Toji is probably gonna have to use up a whole bottle of Pantene shampoo to clean his hair. All in all, you’re both an absolute and fucked up mess.

But despite the disgusting result, the heavenly and indiscriminate morning sun shines down on both of you, keeping you warm and making you both look serene and like a dream in each other’s eyes.

And the unexpected connection you two have found and solidified after such a chaotic night, it feels like one that will last, because neither of you refuses to ever let the other go.

You have finally, despite the terrifyingly rocky start, found someone who cares, because of certain qualifications, but whatever, that you stay alive.

Toji has finally, after almost 40 years of living recklessly, selfishly, and cruelly, found someone who just knows how to show a smile because they were grateful.

God, this town has ruined both of you so badly that such minute things have made you immediately latch onto each other so separately.

Kindness is so rare that when it’s shown, even with ulterior motives, it feels like meeting a hero.

But Toji… he isn’t your classic hero with a cape.

You’re about to fall asleep when you feel Toji shuffle from under you.

You open your eyes slightly, it being very hard to do so, considering how tired you are. You can barely see Toji reaching to his nightstand to grab a jar of… something.

“Toji…?” You whisper quietly, that being all you can muster. “What… what are you doing?”

“Shut up. Just be quiet, yeah? You sound horrible.” 

Those words translated into normal human talk would be “Shh, don’t speak. Your throat must be in a lot of pain, so rest your voice.” But he can’t say that, not in a few years, surely.

You obey and watch him open the jar before he dips his finger in and begins to rub… something on your neck.

Immediately, you feel a cooling and calming sensation, and you remember that before your body was thriving in pleasure and divinity, your neck was in agonizing pain from the strangling you got earlier.

…

Your heart beats quickly.

You won’t say anything, for he told you not to, but it could make you cry.

With a soothing balm that he stole from the local drug mart to use for himself when manual labour whooped his ass, he rubs your neck gently, and then moves onto your red, fucked-out hole.

“Mmm….~”

“Heh, fuckin’ fag sounds all blissed out now~ Good boy… you took my cock so fucking well…”

His tired voice sends delighted shivers throughout your skin, and your hole feels immediate relief as he swirls his balm-covered finger around your rim.

You didn’t see this ever happening from him, and honestly, he didn’t either.

But when he opened his eyes as he held you and saw the red and irritated skin around your neck, his body moved before he even realized.

And yeah, he doesn’t give a shit.

He’ll treat you well.

He’ll surely still hurt others and probably kill someone if he looks at you the wrong way.

He’ll never be a good man, but for you, he’ll try to be cordial

He’ll never be a hero.

He isn’t your classic hero with a cape.

But…

He doesn’t need to be.

All he needs to be is yours.

And all you need to be is his.

“Howdy, neighbor!” you said with a huff as you pulled your laundry basket into the room.

​

“Howdy,” Peter paused, seemingly trying to figure out what to say, “partner?”

​

“Can you believe we pay extra for this shit?” You asked, gesturing to one of the other rusty washers in the room.

​

“Yeah, it’s uh-” Peter moved to stand in front of the machine’s window, “crazy.” He couldn’t let you see his suit. Sure, he could say it’s one of the many costumes sold around New York, but he knew how smart you were.

​

“It’s barely even-”

​

“In the unit,” Peter said at the same time you did.

​

“Am I that predictable?” You ask as you open the door and begin loading up the washer.

​

Predictable isn’t the word Peter would use. He knows you, has known you for years, in fact, but like the rest of the world, you didn’t remember him. He knows everything about you, down to the things you try to hide, like the underwear you quickly try to throw in with the rest of the wash before he can see.

​

“Those are cute,” Peter said, pointing at the red and blue underwear you had just thrown inside.

​

“Oh, those?” You let out an awkward laugh, “I can’t even remember where I got those,” you said, quickly tossing something else on top of them, making sure it’s not another pair of underwear.

​

Peter remembered: a gag graduation gift he had gotten you so “you can take a piece of me with you to college,” he had told you, like you weren’t planning on going to the same school.

​

Peter couldn’t act as he remembered, though. During his grief of losing you, of losing everyone, he devised a plan. A plan to get everyone he could back. You’re the one he’s spent the most time on.

​

It was easier to follow you after you graduated from college. There were no more classrooms he had to wait outside to get to know your routine, and no more students he had to be wary of recognizing him. He could tell that a few had their suspicions, mainly the ones you had become friends with, but he didn’t let that stand in his way.

​

There had only been one time you had managed to catch him: “it’s Peter, right?” You had asked, walking up to him as Peter sat on one of the benches he had frequented on campus.

​

“Yeah,” he held his hand out, trying to ignore the way a blush was rising in his cheeks, “Peter.” He had to shake your hand and pretend like he didn’t already know your name when you said it. He had to shake your hand and pretend like it wasn’t the first time he’d touched in what felt like decades.

​

“We live in the same building, right?”

​

“I think so,” Peter had responded. He shook your hand, trying not to overthink how tight or loose his grip was. Everything in him wanted to pull you into his chest and not let go, but he couldn’t ruin this.

​

“Do you go to school here, too?” You asked, letting go of his hand.

​

“Hopefully one day,” Peter responded with a bashful laugh, “I’m-” he paused, trying to find the words like he hadn’t already gone over a million scenarios of you two meeting again, “saving up right now.”

​

“If you ever need help with your application, let me know,” you responded with a smile.

​

Peter’s hand twitched at his sides, “I will.”

​

You nodded, sending Peter one last smile before you turned, “I’ll see you around!” You threw over your shoulder.

​

Peter watched you go, already knowing what the next class on your schedule was. He waited until he could follow you from a safe distance, using the time to stare at the hand you had held.

​

“You started on that application yet?” You ask, now moving on to detergent.

​

“Not yet,” Peter responded absentmindedly, too busy making a mental note of the cleaner you use on your clothes. If he at least knew what scent it was, he thinks it’ll quiet the urge to reach into the washer and smell the clothes himself. “I’m still working on my GED.”

​

“Then community college?”

​

Wordlessly, Peter nodded, and you continued.

​

“Sometimes I wish I would’ve gone,” you scrub a hand down your face, “these student loans I have.” You end with a shake of your head.

​

“Maybe we should save on bills and live together,” Peter responds without thinking. His stomach droped, thinking that he’s fucked up so much time of planning, watching, and waiting.

​

You let out a loud laugh, “we’re already in the same building, right?”

​

Peter’s heart pounded in his chest, his palms sweaty with nerves. He forced himself to nod, not trusting his mouth to not say something stupid again.

​

Shutting the door to the washer, you turned to face Peter after starting the cycle, “some friends from school are coming to my place tonight if you want to join,” you told him casually. “I’m in apartment number-”

​

But Peter has already tuned you out; he already knew exactly where he was going tonight.

​

The hardest part of that night was getting you alone. Peter could play fair when it came to the first few hours, but by the time it was nearing one in the morning, he was having a hard time controlling his face.

​

“You okay, man?” one of your friends had asked. He’s been with the two of your friends for hours and still hasn’t bothered to try to remember their names. He’s been too focused on you.  

​

“Yeah,” Peter shook his head, trying to rid away the exhaustion he felt pulling at his bones, “yeah, I’m good,” he replied, forcing a smile. He wasn’t going to let a little drowsiness stop him now.

​

“You can crash in my room, if you want,” you said from beside Peter on your couch.

​

“Doesn’t he live in the same building?” The same friend asked.

​

Peter couldn’t mask the glare he sent his way, luckily, another one of your friends saved him: “it’s getting late,” she said, “we should probably go,” she said to your friend that sat on the other side of the coffee table.

​

“We aren’t done with the game!” He said, gesturing down to the board game on the table.

​

You got up with a stretch, and Peter couldn’t help but let his eyes linger at where your shirt rose and showed off a sliver of skin. “We’ll finish up next time,” you said, patting your friend on the back when he pouted up at you.

​

“It was good to meet you, Peter!” Your friend called from the doorway, “let’s go!” She said to your other friend who was still on the couch.

​

“Why is he staying?” Your couch-friend whispered like Peter couldn’t hear him.

​

“He’s tired,” you whispered back, “and the stairs in our building are dangerous.”

​

“You barely know him,” your friend replied, inching closer to you like he was afraid Peter would hear.

​

Which, again, he could. A flair of anger pushed Peter up from the couch, his feet moving to stand beside you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, “it was good to meet you,” he said, looking your friend directly in his eyes before he looked to the doorway, “both of you.”

​

“Goodnight,” your friend replied, still looking uneasy.

​

Doorway-friend didn’t respond, instead, she sent a wink your way. At least one of your friends was cool, Peter thought.  

​

“Fuck,” you whispered, moving out of Peter’s grip to go lock the door, “sorry about him,” you said sheepishly as you turned and leaned back against the door, “he can be a little,” you paused, “weird.”

​

Peter isn’t sure weird is what he’d call it, but he didn’t want to read into something that wasn’t there.

​

“I liked her,” Peter responded, “I mean them both,” he said with a smile.

​

You let out a laugh, scrubbing a hand over your face tiredly, “you don’t actually have to spend the night if you don’t want to.”

​

“So you didn’t just lock me in your apartment?” Peter asked as he stalked closer.

​

“I can unlock it,” you said, going to turn and place your hand on the knob, but Peter stopped you.

​

He pushed you back up against the door and moved closer until his lips hovered over yours, “let’s go to bed,” he whispered.

​

Later, when Peter has you pressed into the bed, full of his cock, he feels himself starting to crack.

​

He first felt it after he bottomed out. It’s after he’s gotten his arms wrapped around your stomach, his chest pressed to your back. He’s starting to lose track of where he begins and where you end.

​

Peter’s lost himself in you completely, and now that he’s gotten you back, he is never going to let you go. Even if you have to get to know him again, Peter isn't going to stop until you’re back to what it was like all those years ago.

​

It’s almost overwhelming, but every touch of Peter’s fingers on your body brings him back. The touch of his fingers around your hips when he finally pulled his cock free, only to thrust right back home, brings him back.

​

It’s almost overwhelming, but the salty smell of your sweat on Peter’s nose brings him back. The smell gets strong as he dove into the crook of your neck, his tongue running up the path his nose just made.

​

It’s almost overwhelming, but the taste of you on his tongue brings him back. You both groaned when his tongue ran across your skin. Peter, from the taste, but you from the feel of his cock against your prostate when you pushed back into his thrusts.

​

It’s almost overwhelming, but the sight of your body laid out on the bed brings him back. Peter could already feel himself close to coming, and not that he didn’t like all views of you, he wanted to see your face when you came.

​

He pulled out and flipped you over in a dizzying motion and thrust right back inside. It’s almost overwhelming, but the sound of your climax brings him back.

​

All of his senses are flooded by you, and Peter finishes nearly at the same time as you. He thrusts deep inside, staking his claim with a bite to your neck. He feels sated as he licks the bite over, knowing that the grip he had on your hips would leave a bruise, too. Though he’s unsure if they’d be as noticeable as his teeth marks on your neck.

​

Peter leaned down to press his lips to yours, drinking in the gasp you let out when his softening cock slipped free, “be right back,” he whispered against your lips.

​

“Bathroom’s-”

​

“I got it,” Peter said, “same building, remember?” That’s the excuse he used, even though it wasn’t like the layout of yours was the exact same as Peter’s.

​

He takes a quick look around your bathroom as he grabs a clean cloth to wipe you down with. He’s tempted to take a peek in the shower to see what scents you used, but he would save that for another time.

​

Peter returned to find you up against the headboard half asleep, your eyes opening further at the feel of the wet cloth on your skin. He’s careful against your sensitive cock, but stops altogether when he reaches your thighs.

​

He can’t help himself but to push two fingers back inside your hole, pressing the cum that has leaked free back inside.

​

You reached down when Peter’s fingers brushed against your prostate, “fuck, Peter,” you said with a breathy laugh as you wrapped your hand around his wrist, “not yet,” you decided, even if your cock gave an interested twitch.

​

“Sorry,” Peter said, pulling his fingers free slowly, “can’t help myself,” he said under his breath as he got back off the bed. Tossing the soiled cloth away and turning off the light, he joined you back in the bed, this time pulling your body with his underneath the covers.

​

“We should brush our teeth,” you mumbled, though you made no effort to move, instead, you relaxed into Peter’s chest.

​

“We’ll brush them an extra time tomorrow,” Peter responded, wrapping himself around you like a cocoon.

​

-

Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you sauntering into the bar. He almost didn’t recognize you at first, with your head held up high and confident. Usually when he’d see you around town or at the store you worked at, you seemed withdrawn. In high school you were classified as a loner. You never spoke unless it was necessary and you were never seen at any parties. Eddie always respected that.

So, when he sees you the way you are now, his mouth drops open slightly. You make your way to the bar and order a drink. Eddie watches you with quick glances as he tries to keep up with a conversation. His friend goes on and on about his girlfriend, or something. Eddie’s really not sure. 

You take a sip of your drink and look around to scan the bar. Your eyes land on Eddie’s and he panickedly flicks his back to the drink sitting in front of him. You smirk slightly. 

After a couple more minutes, Eddie decides he can’t continue talking to his friend while you’re on his mind, so he excuses himself and makes his way to where you’re sitting at the bar. 

He slides into the empty seat to your left. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You turn to check him out. He’s wearing a worn leather jacket and a t-shirt with the logo of a band you vaguely recognize. His hair is pretty much the same as it was in school, maybe a touch shorter now.

“I’m Eddie. Do you remember me?” He’s a bit nervous as he says it.

You nod. “How could I forget? You come into the store like, once a week.” A smile forms on your face and Eddie relaxes a bit. 

“Oh, yeah. Duh,” he pauses, trying to think of what to say next, “How have you been?” 

“Pretty good, I guess. Sort of been drifting ever since grad. It seems like everybody else left to go to college, and I’m just here. Working at the general store.” You take a long gulp of your drink. Eddie nods empathetically. 

“What about you? Still doing the band thing?” 

“Yeah, well, I mostly do music on my own now. The guys went off to do their own things so that's what I’m doing too,” he makes eye contact with you, “I guess we’re sort of in the same spot right now.” 

You both just look at each other for a moment and something in the air around you shifts. You swallow down the rest of your drink.

“Do you wanna get out of here? My roommate’s out of town for the weekend.” You say it quietly, just loud enough that Eddie can hear you. Thankfully, he nods almost enthusiastically. 

You both get up out of your seats and Eddie tells his buddy that he’s heading out, and that he shouldn’t wait up for him. You stand next to him as he talks, looking around shyly. 

His van is still the same one he drove in school, but with even more visible wear-and-tear. You climb into the shotgun seat, Eddie next to you. He starts driving and puts a hand to rest on your thigh. 

-

When you get to your house (not really yours since you’re renting it), you and Eddie race to the front door. You fumble with your keys because your hands won’t stop shaking.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Eddie puts his hand over yours to stabilize them and guides them so you can finally unlock the door. Your face flushes. “Thanks. I’m just…a little nervous.” 

You push open the door and Eddie rushes the two of you through the doorway. Before you know it, you’re pushed up against the wall, Eddie pinning your wrists together above you. 

He moves closer to you until your foreheads touch. You’re breathing heavily and trying as hard as you can to maintain eye-contact. Eddie just stares at you for a moment, like he’s in a trance.

He breaks the silence by tilting your chin up and moving his face down to kiss your neck. Your eyelids flutter shut. Eddie traces his tongue along your skin and you sigh. He takes his freehand and slips it under your shirt. 

“Your hands are cold.” Your voice comes out quiet. Eddie pulls away from your neck and slides his hand further up your chest. “Yeah?” His thumb grazes your nipple and you gasp. 

“Do you like that?” 

You drop your head so you can look at Eddie. He’s got a smug look on his face and your stomach flips. “Y-yeah.” 

Eddie circles his thumb around your nipple and you let out a low groan. A smile forms on Eddie’s face. He clearly enjoys teasing you and isn’t afraid to show it. He leans down to kiss you.

The kiss is heated and open-mouthed and all you want to do is tangle your hands in Eddie’s mane of curly hair, but you can’t. Eddie’s left hand is still clamped around your wrists, holding them above your head. You make a weak attempt to break free from his hold but Eddie won’t let go.

Eddie moves back from the kiss. He looks at you hungrily.

“Stay.” 

You let out a meek noise and close your eyes. “Eddie…” 

He brings his free hand to push your hair away from your face. “Look at me.” You somewhat reluctantly open your eyes. The vulnerability of your situation makes your nervous system light up like a Christmas tree. 

Eddie plays with a strand of your hair. His voice is husky as he speaks. “You gonna be my good boy for the night?” 

His words send a shot of arousal straight to your dick and your hips involuntarily buck forward. Your head falls back against the wall. “Shit, yeah.” 

Eddie moves his hand down to hold your hips still. “You’re gonna have to learn how to control yourself, sweetheart,” He kisses you again, “I can teach you.” 

After a few minutes of kissing Eddie finally takes his hand away from your wrists. As soon as he does, your hands move to try and feel him up, but he stops you before you can even touch him. 

“Not yet. Take off your shirt.” 

You nod and obey him, pulling your shirt off and tossing it to the side. You stand there for a moment awkwardly as Eddie checks you out. He licks his lips and steps back closer to you.

He doesn’t pin your wrists again because he wants both hands free to touch you. He crouches slightly so he can kiss down your chest, his hands cradling your back. 

“You don’t even want to know how much I’ve thought about this.” His voice is muffled slightly by your chest. Your face flushes a deep red and you’re glad he’s distracted and can’t see it. “Now I finally get the real thing”

He presses wet kisses down your torso until he’s on his knees on the floor. He sucks hickeys into the skin above your waist. 

The gravity of the situation starts to sink in when he realizes what he plans to do to you. Usually during this sort of thing, you’re the one giving the blowjob. But now, Eddie’s down on his knees, looking up at you lustfully. It takes everything in you to not put your hands in his hair. 

He takes off your belt with precision and puts it down on the floor next to him. His hand moves to rub the growing bulge in your jeans and you groan quietly. He tires of this quickly and tugs your pants down just enough so he can take your dick out. 

Before doing so, he looks up at you and plants a kiss, and then another and another to your hard-on through the fabric of your boxers. Already you feel like you could explode at any moment. 

“Eddie…”

“You must be really pent up, baby.” 

“I’m just…sensitive.”

He smirks and finally pulls down your boxers. Your cock springs out, almost fully hard, and Eddie looks satisfied. He leans down to kiss the tip and you inhale sharply through your nose at the sensation. 

“You’ve got such a pretty dick.”

He takes the head into his mouth and slides his tongue against the slit. He teases you like this for a few seconds until you’re panting and can’t keep your mouth shut. Then he takes you further into his mouth until he’s about halfway down the shaft. 

You can’t help yourself anymore and put a hand on the top of Eddie’s head. He makes a disapproving noise around your cock and you whimper at the feeling. 

“Just let me touch you, man…” Your voice is desperate.

Eddie puts his hand around your wrist and moves it off his head. He clasps his hand in yours and squeezes tightly. Your heart jumps at the sweet gesture. So does your dick when you remember what he’s doing as he holds your hand. 

He bobs his head up and down a few times and then pushes himself down to the base. You let out a strangled, pathetic noise and rut up into his mouth. He pulls off of you and pushes your hips back against the wall. 

 “Stay still, pet.” 

He digs his nails into the meat of your hip. You whine loudly and furrow your brows. “Shit, Eddie. I just want you so bad.” You reach a hand up to cover your face in embarrassment. 

Eddie moves his hand closer to your groin but stops before he can actually touch your junk. He caresses your skin. The almost-touching isn’t enough, but it still makes your dick twitch. Eddie chuckles quietly and you cringe at yourself. 

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m probably even more turned on than you; I just have control over myself.” 

He finally moves his hand back to the base of your cock and squeezes hard enough to make you cry out. He spits in his other hand and starts stroking you again, slowly. You resist the urge to fuck his hand.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, sweetheart. I’ll be the only thing on your mind when we’re done.” He squeezes the hand around your base tighter. He puts his lips to the tip and tongues at it until you start trembling. Once he notices you need more, he takes you into his mouth again. 

Your eyes are close to rolling to the back of your head, your legs are shaking, and all you can get out of your mouth is desperate sounds. Both your hands are balled up into fists at your sides.

He takes his hands off your dick and puts them back on your hips. He pulls himself off to take a deep breath, and then takes you back in all the way down to your balls. 

“Shit, fuck, Eddie.” You want to say an actual sentence but your brain has seemingly leaked out of your ears. “I’m so- oh God, you’re so good at that, fuck,”

If he could, Eddie would smile up at you. He stays suctioned to your dick. He brings a hand up to play with your balls and that’s the final straw. You thrust into Eddie’s mouth a few times and he gags around you. You come with a loud broken cry and Eddie doesn’t pull off until you’re whimpering.

Eddie tucks your dick back in your boxers, then stands up and wipes his mouth. Your nerves still haven’t calmed down and you have to fight to keep eye contact with him. 

“Chill. Have you never had a blowjob before?” He cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“Uh, no. Nobody has ever…offered me one.” You shrug and let yourself look away from him. Eddie looks at you, shocked.

“Well, I’m honored to be your first.” He smiles at you and then steps closer. He grabs one of your hands and guides it to rest on his bulge. He’s so hard you think he could bust through the zipper of his jeans.

“You must be really honored.” 

You both laugh and he presses his lips against yours. Eddie seemed to really enjoy making kisses as sloppy as possible. Like he’s trying to lick inside your mouth. You moan as he grinds his crotch harder into your hand.

He pulls away from the kiss. “Do you want to keep going?” His face is so considerate. You nod enthusiastically. 

Eddie puts his hands on your ass. “Jump.” You understand him and wrap your legs around his waist. He holds you tightly and carries you to the hallway. You tell him which room is yours and he finds it.

He drops you onto your bed and you scoot up to sit by the pillows. He closes the door and then takes a second to look around your room. He admires the movie posters tacked to the walls. “Cool.”

He makes his way to the bed while taking his belt off. Your mouth practically waters at the idea of what’s under his clothes. You take this time to fully shuck off your jeans and boxers and you toss them in your laundry basket.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your back against your pillows. Eddie’s shirt is off now and his pants are unzipped, letting his briefs peak through. He crawls toward you on the bed. 

He settles himself between your legs and goes back to kissing you. These kisses don’t last long, and soon Eddie is kissing down your chest, to your happy trail, and back to your dick. 

He pulls away. “Flip around.”

You do as he says and flip onto your stomach. Eddie kisses your backside until he reaches your hole. He plants a kiss there and then starts using his tongue. You let out a shocked groan. Other guys have done this before, but you weren’t sure if Eddie would be down for it.

You never should’ve doubted him. He’s very skilled with his tongue and adds one finger, then another. He scissors them inside you to open you up and licks around your hole. You grind your sensitive cock into the bedsheets and whimper.

“Eddie, holy shit.” Your voice is breathless and he takes this as an invitation to move his fingers deeper, curling them. Trying to find your prostate. Eventually he does and you spasm around his fingers and moan out loudly. “Jesus fucking Christ, please, fuck me already.” 

Eddie laughs against you and then pulls his fingers out. He takes his dick out and slaps it on your skin. You lift your head so you can get a look at him. His cock is impossibly hard and throbbing. You sigh. 

“Shit, do you have condoms?” 

You nod feverishly and point to your bedside table. Eddie opens it and rummages around until he finds what he needs. He grabs lube and pours some out on your hole. He opens the condom packet with his teeth and rolls it onto his cock, hissing quietly as his hand drags along his shaft. And you watch it all intently, your mouth open slightly. Your pupils are blown out.

Eddie looks back up at you and smirks. “You like to watch, baby?”

He taps the head of his dick on your entrance and your stomach twists in excitement. You drop your head to rest on the pillows in front of you. He presses in ever so slowly and groans. You hold your breath until he's at least halfway inside.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back, you feel so good.” He thrusts in and out, slow but hard. You gasp with every stroke and your dick presses against the bed. 

“You can go harder, Eddie, please, please-” He cuts you off by bottoming out and grinding against your ass. He pulls out and then thrusts back in all the way. He does this over and over until you’re a whining mess underneath him. 

“Is that hard enough, baby?” He wraps an arm around your throat and rests his head beside your ear, his lips against your skin. You gasp at his touch. “‘Cause I can go harder if that’s what you need from me.” He says this quieter, directly in your ear.

You nod to the best of your ability and he understands you. He starts moving even faster now, and you’re astounded at his stamina. He must do this type of thing a lot. 

He squeezes your neck with his arm lightly and you whimper. The slight oxygen deprivation makes your dick jump. You move a hand to hold onto Eddie’s forearm and you squeeze him back.

“Eddie, oh God, I’m so close.” You close your eyes.

He uses his other hand to grip your hip tightly. “Yeah? You're gonna come again, all over your bed?” He takes his arm away from your neck and moves it under you to jerk you off. As soon as he touches you, your vision whites out for a second. Your dick jerks helplessly and cum spurts out onto your stomach and the bedsheets. Eddie doesn’t stop moving. 

“Shit, pet, I’m never gonna let you go after this. Nobody’s gonna be touching you but me after this, you understand? I’m not even gonna let you touch your own dick without permission.” His voice is erratic and shaky, like his thrusts as he reaches his orgasm. His hand is still on your cock but he’s not moving it.

He presses his face into the crook of your neck and comes with a loud groan. He bites your skin gently and his thrusts slow down to a stop. You both lay there for a few seconds until he pulls out and throws the condom away. 

You’re sitting up on the bed now, still catching your breath. Eddie just stands there, wiping sweat off his skin, staring at you. He reaches out a hand for you to grab onto.

ℒℯℴ𝓃 𝒦ℯ𝓃𝓃ℯ𝒹𝓎

Those tunnels under what used to be Raccoon City smelled green with a sharp acrid undertone you'd come to associate with the things growing down here.

Condensation rolled down the curved concrete ceiling and dripped into dark puddles.

Leon walked point, muzzle of his gun sweeping low.

Every couple of steps your boot would scuff a chunk of broken concrete, or your sling would tap your hip. Leon never said anything, just turned his head a fraction every time it happened with the corner of one blue eye catching you in his periphery, checking.

"Behind me," he murmured for maybe the fourth time in twenty minutes.

"Already am."

"Closer."

You closed the gap and the back of his tac vest was sweat-dark between the shoulder blades.

Vines were on the walls.

You'd been seeing them since the stairwell, thin at first and no thicker than a finger, threaded through the cracks in the concrete.

They got bigger as the tunnel got deeper, now as fat as your wrist and woven thick across the right-hand passage.

Worse, they were moving and had a mouth, pink puckers ringed with rows of needle teeth, exhaling a thin acrid mist.

One of them spat as Leon stepped past and it hit the wall behind you with a hiss.

"Don't shoot 'em," Leon said quietly. "Conserve ammunition, knife if you have to."

"I know, Leon."

He didn't look back and held up his free hand to make an easy gesture, palm down.

You'd been told a hundred times in the last forty-eight hours to conserve every shell in his shotgun and round in your pistol for the bigger threats.

The vines that blocked the path went in clusters of one or two and Leon would step up and pin one with his gloved hand at the neck just below the head, vine trashing and bleeding thick green sap from the wounds caused by his hatchet before going limp.

By the fourth tangle you had the rhythm of it and Leon let you take the lead on the cutting once you'd proven you could do it without flinching, the closest thing to praise he was going to give you today.

It was after the eighth or ninth tangle that you saw the light at the far end of a long, straight stretch of tunnel.

Then you stepped over what looked like a crack in the concrete but was a root instead half-buried in the floor with only the top arc of it exposed.

You'd been told to watch the floor as well as the walls and your boot came down on the top of it with all your weight, causing it to spam.

Everything happened in one motion.

The root whipped up out of the floor with a crack of concrete dust and something erupted out of a seam in the wall to your left.

A vine as thick as your thigh, knotted with mouths and took you around the ribs.

It hit you so hard the breath came out of you in a single huff.

One coil, two, three, wrapping with sickening speed and pinning your arms, knife still in your hand but pinned against your own thigh, your feet leaving the floor as it lifted your body 10 feet up, pressure starting instantly and your ribs creaked, vision starting to fog at the edges.

You couldn't get a breath in past the coil at your diaphragm as a big mouth on the vine opened wide right in front of your face, dripping green acid and uncurling toward your throat.

A clack of Leon pumping a fresh shell into the chamber striking the thing about two inches from the soft pink palate inside that gaping mouth, making the mouth explode into a wet green spray that splattered the ceiling and your jacket, rest of the vine convulsing, coils tightening on you in a brutal spasm and then the whole thing went over sideways, slamming you down with it.

Concrete met your shoulder, wind knocked out of you again as the dead vine kept its grip.

You'd half-expected it to relax with the way dead things relax but this was a plant, not a person, stored in charge of turgor pressure and contraction proteins that had nowhere to discharge to.

Every cellulose fiber in it had locked.

Rigor mortis with a body wrapped in a corpse.

You lay on your stomach on the wet concrete, one cheek pressed to the floor, dead coils crushing you flat from shoulder blades to ankles.

You could still move your fingers and wrist but not your arm, resulting in the knife you were clutching tightly being completely useless.

"…Fuck," you tried to wiggle, arching your back as much as the vine would let which was maybe two degrees and you tried to corkscrew your shoulders.

It was thicker around than your torso.

You held out for another thirty seconds of useless squirming, sweat starting to bead at your hairline, pride doing a lot of the heavy lifting.

"Leon."

Silence.

"Leon. Leon. Get over here."

You heard his footsteps, reloading his shotgun and watching you struggle.

"Yeah?" His voice sounded almost bored. "What do you need?"

You glared up at him as best you could from your position and he was backlit by the bright light at the end of the tunnel, hair hanging in his eyes slightly.

"Use that hatchet." You bit it out, ribs hurting. "Cut me out."

He didn't move.

"…Leon. The thing on your belt. Cut me out."

You waited for him to help you, say another one of his one liners or do anything.

A crunch of gravel came as he lowered himself to one knee beside you.

You couldn't see what he was doing with him behind your line of sight, somewhere down by your hip.

The vine had you pinned face-down, cheek to the floor and one arm folded under you with the other that splayed out with the knife still loose in your fingers.

His hand settled on the back of your thigh, sliding them slowly up the inside of your thigh, a wave of goosebumps crested at the back of your neck and made every hair on your scalp stand up.

"Y'know," he said in a low voice, "I can't actually remember the last time I saw you like this."

His hand kept moving, pad of his thumb tracing a line up the seam of your inseam and your hips tried to jerk but couldn't.

"Helpless, after another one of your stunts.” He clarified.

"Leon—"

"And I told you to stop doing this. You can't keep getting in front of me. I'm the one with the gun who's been doing this since forever. You stay behind me. And what do you do?"

His hand reached the top of your thigh, back of his knuckles brushing the curve of your ass through your pants.

"You get trapped by a plant right after another distraction.l

"Leon, it was concealed, I couldn't—"

"Mm."

His hand settled, flat, on the curve of your ass, palm big with the span of it covering more than half of one cheek. He squeezed to make his point and your whole body lit up.

"I think," he said, "I'm gonna take this opportunity to teach you a lesson about who's in command and who you listen to."

A spike of pure shocked heat went through you, followed by a delayed, panicked surge of ’no, absolutely not, this is not happening.’ You jerked against the vine again and nothing moved, face burning where it pressed against the wet concrete.

"You—" Your voice came out higher than you wanted. "You are not serious, Leon. Get that damn hatchet. We're in the middle of a mission!”"

"Mm-hm."

"Even if there was a world where I'd be up for it, I am literally pinned, Leon, I cannot move, you absolute arrogant, smug, condescending—"

You were working yourself up to a real head of steam and say things you couldn't take back.

He shifted and moved his weight smoothly and straddled the dead vine, kneeling between your spread-pinned legs, hips lowering down toward yours to press forward until the heavy bulge in the front of his tac pants pressed flush against the cleft of your ass through your own.

You stopped talking at the feeling of him hard and big, full weight of him settling against your hole through two layers of fabric, length of him dragging along the seam of your pants as he ground down once, a single unhurried roll of his hips that pressed the ridge of his head right against the spot where, even through cotton and webbing, your body knew exactly what it was being offered.

Every word in your head evaporated, mouth open as he let you feel him there, vine creaking faintly around your ribs as your body tried to push back into the pressure.

His hand was still on your ass and he squeezed a little harder this time.

"Are you done?" he asked, quietly.

You couldn’t answer, light at the end of the tunnel went on flickering its bright end, indifferent.

"…I'll take that as a yes."

You stayed quiet, lying there with your cheek pressed to the wet concrete and the corpse of a vine welding you to the floor, heavy ridge of his cock stopping in the grinding at the seam of your pants into your hole.

"That’s a good listening."

His hand left your ass and you heard the soft rasp of leather as he unbuckled something at his hip, followed by a heavy thunk of the hatchet head sinking into the dead vine somewhere up by your shoulder blades.

Three hard strikes and the coil around your upper back loosened, soon after the one around your ribs and that one across your ass.

He left a thick stub of vine pinning your shoulders and one arm pinned to the floor.

You understood the geometry of what he'd just done before your brain put it into words as he left you face-down, arms pinned and hips free.

"Leon—"

"Shh." He didn't even look up, setting the hatchet down beside your head.

A reminder, maybe.

"I told you. M’ teaching you a lesson."

His hands came back to you, settling on your hips and sliding up under the hem of your jacket, palms hot through the thin moisture-wicking shirt underneath as he ran them up the length of your back inside the vest.

He found the dip of your spine just above your ass and pressed his thumb into it, hard, your hips arched into his hand involuntarily.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "That's what I thought."

"I haven't said yes to anything," you hissed into the concrete.

"You haven't said no, either." His voice was so calm and flat.

“Tell me to stop and I stop. Just tell me to stop."

You opened your mouth and closed it just as fast.

He gave you ten full seconds before the small breath of a laugh breezed over the back of your neck and his hands went to the waistband of your tac pants.

Flipping the button with his thumb and dragging the zipper down, hooking his fingers into the waistband and boxers at the same time to peel both of them down to mid-thigh area, cold air of the tunnel hitting your bare ass and the back of your thighs.

"Mm." Leon's voice, from above and behind, was appraising. "Look at you."

His hand settled, palm-flat, on your bare ass and squeezed almost painfully as his fingers spread, kneaded once and then his thumb dragged down the cleft of your ass and slid down between your legs.

"Oh, sweetheart."

"Don't—" his hand wrapped around your erected dick.

"Christ. How long have you been like this?" He sounded almost amused.

"Shut up."

His thumb dragged forward all through the veins and circled on the leaking tip.

Your hips jerked, dead vine creaking.

"Leon.“

"I'm just askin'." Another slow drag.

He was barely touching your cock and you were already biting the inside of your cheek to keep from making sounds. "You don't have to answer. Your dick’s already telling me everything I need to know."

You made a noise supposed to be a curse that came out as something else entirely.

Hearing fabric between the clink of his own belt and rasp of his fly yet you couldn't see, cheek pressed to the concrete and your view was a wall.

Those noises your hindbrain put together from the audio were doing things to you.

His bare cock dragged, hot and heavy, across the curve of your ass.

You felt the weight from sheer mass of it as he laid it down along your crack and let it rest there.

You'd suspected he had always been this big, having caught glimpses of the outline of him through his pants on a hundred occasions when you weren't supposed to be looking, but suspecting and feeling were two different things.

The head of him was up at the small of your back, base of him was nudging your taint thick enough that when he gave a slow experimental roll of his hips and dragged himself along, you felt your cheeks part around the girth of him.

"Oh my god," your words got muffled by the floor.

Leon made a low, pleased sound. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, you feel that?"

Trying to wiggle your body to get more friction but nothing occurred.

"That's what you've been mouthing off to for two years." Another slow drag and the wet head of him left a sticky line on your skin. "You feel how much of me there is, sweetheart? You think your smart fuckin' mouth is gonna keep being smart with this inside you?"

"You're so full of shit," you ground out and it would have been more cutting if your voice hadn't broken in the middle of it.

"We'll see." He laughed quietly before shifting and taking himself in hand, knuckles brushing the inside of your thigh as he dragged the fat head of his cock down through the cleft of your ass, over your hole and coating himself in you.

Every time it bumped your hole you twitched and the vine creaked, bulky man above humming a satisfied little hum.

He notched himself at your entrance under heavy pressure resting there.

"Last chance," he said quietly. "Say stop."

You didn't, mouth open against the concrete and letting you taste tunnel grit along your own breath together with the faint chemical sweetness of vine sap, feeling that obscene blunt pressure, body already trying to open for him on its own without your permission and the word stop was nowhere in your head.

Leon waited a beat longer, then he pushed, slow and steady.

The head of him stretched you, rim burning around the flare of him and your whole pelvis was lighting up with the strain before it popped past, the widest part of him breaching and you choked on a sound that wasn't a word.

He kept going, sinking deep and letting you feel every ridge and vein on the underside of him dragging along your front wall. He was so thick you could feel the walls of your hole straining around him in a stretch that was right at the edge of too much and he just kept coming, giving one last firm press of his hips, pelvis meeting your ass and you realized he'd bottomed out.

You were so full your eyes were watering, dick throbbing on the ground below as he twitched in a heavy pulse that matched your heartbeat.

Leon was very still on top of you.

He'd lowered down, chest against your back through the layers of your clothes and his mouth was somewhere near your ear.

The bastard wasn't even winded.

"There," he murmured. "There we go, breathe.“

You sucked in a shaking breath.

"Good." His hand slid up your side and along the underside of your arm, fingers lacing loosely with the hand that was still holding the knife. He squeezed. "Took the whole fuckin' thing."

"You're an asshole—"

"Mm." Almost fond. "I know."

He pulled out but not all the way, just the head was inside you now before he began fucking you.

The first stroke knocked the air out of you with how deep he went again with the full length of him sliding back into the root with one long unbroken push and your whole body shuddered around the intrusion.

He set a pace that was torturous to say the least, every thrust a full-length drag in and out of you, pressing his pelvis tight to your ass and making the dead vine creak under your shoulders.

"This," he said, low, his mouth at your ear, "is what you should've been getting two years ago."

You made a noise supposed to be a word.

"This is what happens," another deep stroke, "when you can't keep your fuckin' mouth shut," another, "and you can't follow simple instructions," another, "and you keep stepping in front of me like you're the one with seniority here."

"Ah—Leon!"

"Quiet." Firm, same voice he used in the field. "I'm talking."

He kept fucking you with consistency, every withdrawal pulled a slick squelch out of you.

Thighs and hands shaking, the one still tangled in his was squeezing his fingers white.

"You feel that?" he murmured. "Feel how deep I'm getting?"

"Y-yes—"

"Yes what."

"Yes— yes Leon—" You made a strangled sound into the concrete and he laughed quietly above.

"Good boy." Another deep stroke and his hand left yours to cup the back of your skull, holding your cheek firm against the concrete. "Good. Now. Tell me who's in command."

"You are—"

"Mm-hm."

"You are—"

"And who do you listen to."

"You.”

"And what are you gonna do," another stroke, harder this time, hips snapping forward and his pelvis cracking against your ass with a slap, "the next time I tell you to stay behind me."

"I'll—" Another slap. You couldn't get the words out, he was fucking the breath out of you.

“Fuck, Leon, I want you," another brutal thrust, his hand fisting suddenly in your hair.

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in to the hilt, over and over, pelvis cracking into your ass with a hard wet slap every time, sound of it ringing off the concrete walls of the tunnel.

Your cheek dragged against the floor with every thrust, pecs aching where they were crushed under your weight.

"I'm— I'm gonna—"

"Yeah?" His hand left your hip and slid under between you and the floor and his fingers found your dick, pressing down on it, hard and ground the pad of his middle finger into it in tight circles at the top of the head in time with his thrusts. "You gonna come?”

"Yes—fuck!" Out of nowhere your whole body locked up in one long convulsion that started in your hole and rolled outward through every muscle you had.

You clamped down on him so hard he grunted, hips jerking back into him on their own, riding the thrust, milking him, hole fluttering and squeezing in waves that didn't seem to want to stop.

He fucked you straight through it as he kept that brutal pace going, his fingers still grinding your pulsing cock.

He went tight all over, hips slamming flush against your ass one last time and staying there, pressed hard as he came inside you in long hot pulses that you could feel, heat of him filling you up in spreading flooding pumps that just kept coming.

A low broken groan against the side of your neck, forehead dropping to your shoulder and his whole big warm weight settling down onto your back as he emptied himself into you.

His big body draped over your smaller one, weight pinning you almost completely.

"…Okay?" he murmured, after a while.

The question was so quiet and sudden that you almost laughed.

"…Yeah."

"Mm."

"…My ribs hurt."

"Yeah." He kissed the side of your neck. "Yeah, I bet they do."

He pulled out then and you whined at the empty drag of him, cum sliding out of you in a thick hot rush, down between your thighs.

Rasp of fabric as he tucked himself away and his hatchet was in his hand, working you free.

When you were loose he turned you over gently and gathered you up against his chest.

You were a mess and he didn't seem to care about any of it.

"You did good," he said quietly, into your hair.

"…Don't you start."

"Mm." A breath of a laugh. "Fair."

"You good to move?"

"…Yeah."

"Behind me," he said.

You swallowed.

"Yes sir."

The corner of his mouth moved.

"Good boy."

ℰ𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈

The bayou stank of rot before you even reached the Baker estate.

You remembered telling Ethan as much, slouched in the passenger seat of his Dodge Challenger 1970, swamp pressing in yellowish on both sides of the dirt road.

He'd laughed at you in a tired way considering all the hours you had been inside his car to get to Louisiana, soft laugh that always made your chest do something stupid and reminded you that you didn't have to come but you'd insisted anyway because Mia was his wife and you'd liked her well enough back when she was around, but the truth you kept locked behind your teeth was simpler and uglier: you didn't trust Ethan to come back alone.

Having been in love with him since college.

Mia was in the basement of this place.

The first wrong thing.

Second one was that she remembered you, recognized Ethan, right away told you that someone she mentioned ‘daddy’ was coming.

Ten minutes later her veins went black, voice dropping two octaves and she threw you into the wall first, skull bouncing off old wood.

By the time you scrambled up, she had Ethan pinned by the wall and the noise of a chainsaw starting was the worst thing you had ever heard.

His hand came off and there was so much blood as you helped him up on his feet and pressed the wound to reduce blood loss.

Up in the attic there was a gun that Ethan used and emptied the magazine into his wife's forehead, making her drop on the ground while yelling how she loved him, before seeming presumably dead.

She had taken an axe to the neck and came back in no problem so you had a feeling this won’t be the last time you’d see her.

You remember Ethan staring at his own wrist where his hand used to be and remembered a big shape filling the frame.

“Welcome to the family, son.”

Jack Baker hit Ethan first, then he hit you and you’ve reached floor level.

When Ethan came to, he was tied to a dining room chair, severed hand stapled back to his wrist with industrial staples. The pain was distant with shock taking almost all the glory, body smarter than his head for once.

"Who are you?" he croaked at the disturbing family consuming human’ remains.

The chair next to him was empty.

"Hey. Hey— where is he? Where the fuck is he?"

Ethan process the next two hours quite rapidly between freeing himself, a cop dying right in front of him, a lot of shooting and phone calls with a woman trying to help him and herself escape this nightmare.

Under all of it was the same five words drumming in his skull.

‘Where the fuck is he.’

He searched and kicked open every door in the main house, mostly looking for you, calling your name in a hoarse whisper because something in him still thought the Bakers might not have noticed there was a second guest.

You weren't anywhere.

The phone in the trailer rang and he'd been told to come here by Zoe who had the missing head to make the cure.

"Heyyyy buddy." Lucas Baker's voice was a smear of grease and giggle. "I thought you should know, I decided Zoe needed a little time out. She and Mia are here with me. They’re keeping each other company.”

Ethan’s grip tightened around the receiver until plastic creaked. “Just let them both go. What do you need them for?”

“Nah-nah-ahhhh.” Lucas’ voice curled through the line like smoke. “This is family business, Ethan, and not your concern, understand?”

"Where is he, Lucas."

"Whoa whoa whoa, no how's it hangin'? Rude."

"Where. Is. He."

A long, theatrical sigh on the line followed by a giggle that crawled down Ethan's spine.

"Aw, you mean your little tagalong? Hooo boy. He's fine, Ethan. He's so fine… right here with me, actually." A pause, wet sound of Lucas licking his lips into the receiver. "Real pretty thing, ain't he? Didn't know you swung that way, big man. I mean, I don't blame you."

Ethan's grip on the receiver creaked.

"He's mine, by the way. I'm callin' dibs. Y'know, finders keepers."

"Lucas—"

"Nah nah nah, lemme finish. Bet your best friend's been pinin' for that big dumb dick of yours for years and you ain't never even looked. That's sad, dude."

"I am going to kill you."

"Awww really? Come on I made a gift for you! I got him all set up nice in the barn. You wanna see him again? Better hustle, hero. He's been askin' for you."

The line went dead and Ethan stood there in the trailer with the phone still pressed to his ear.

His staple-stitched hand was twitching, knuckles of his good hand white.

He left the trailer at a dead run.

The barn squatted on the edge of the property, a sagging structure of black timber and rusted hinges.

Sickly-sweet fungal stink hit his senses.

"…Ethan?"

Your voice cracked, muffled by something and coming from the back of the barn.

"I'm here," he said, and his throat closed up around it. "I'm here, just hold on!"

He rounded the stack of moldering hay bales and stopped.

There was a wall of plywood and two-by-fours hammered together, reinforced with steel banding and bolted into the barn's original beams.

It bisected the back of the barn floor-to-ceiling and in the middle of it, set at exactly the height of a man's hips, was a hole where he found you on the other side of the wall.

He could see your bare lower back, dip of your spine and curve of your ass where your jeans had been yanked down to mid-thigh along with your boxers shoved down.

Your hips were flush against the wood and there were leather straps bolted to either side of the hole that fastened around your thighs and waist, holding you locked in place at exactly the right depth, legs splayed back on the far side, bare feet braced uselessly against the dirt floor he couldn't see.

Your bare cheeks, cleft of your ass and pucker twitching glistening with either oil or lube and Ethan made a sound in the back of his throat.

"Ethan?" Your voice again, from the other side of the wall, thin and panicked. "Ethan is that you, please tell me that's you, I can't see anything."

"It's me. I'm here."

A speaker crackled to life from somewhere in the rafters.

"Awwww." Lucas. "Look at that. My heart, Ethan. Y'all are killin' me."

Ethan jerked his pistol up at the ceiling.

"Put the peashooter down for now and listen to your old buddy Lucas. I got a game for ya."

"Let him go."

"Mm. Nope." The giggle dropped out of his voice for a half-second and underneath was something colder. "I built that little contraption myself. Real proud of it. You see them tubes on the walls?"

Ethan looked and around the perimeter of the barn, snaked up the support beams, were translucent plastic tubes the diameter of a man's wrist. Inside them, sluggish and black and pulsing, was that same black mold.

"Those," Lucas chirped, "are on a timer. Ten minutes from when I stop talkin', they pop. Whole barn fills up with those monsters and they'll eat him from the feet up, eat you from anywhere they can reach."

"You're insane."

"And you're wastin' time! Tickety tock! There is, of course, a way to turn it off." A pause for effect. "Sensor in the hole, Ethan. Heat sensor set up so it deactivates the timer if there's a real specific kinda activity happenin' in there. Y'know. Activity."

Silence.

"…I am not," Ethan said slowly, "going to—"

"You are absolutely gonna. 'Cause if you don't, he dies and honestly, Ethan, I'd kinda prefer that, so part of me hopes you say no. But the other part of me wanna see his face when his big strong best friend finally gives him what he's been wantin'. Pick a lane, hero. Clock's tickin'."

The speaker got destroyed the second Ethan fired his gun repeatedly at it and the psycho’s presence was gone from this place.

"Ethan, don't listen to him, just find another way.”

He stood there, pistol hanging at his side and staring at the bare curve of your ass through the hole in the wall along the slick of lube smeared on you.

You had wanted him this whole goddamn time?

He stepped forward, barn floorboards creaking under his boots and set the pistol down on top of a hay bale within easy reach.

Behind the wall, you made a sound he'd never heard you make before.

A small, wanting sound when someone wants something the most in the world, is finally happening and it's completely wrong.

He stepped up to the hole and could feel the heat of you through the wood, that cologne you wore still strong and within his senses to pick up.

His staple-stitched hand came up and settled, careful and warm, on the small of your back.

You flinched. Then you pushed back into his touch.

"I'm here," he said, very softly, to the wall between you.

The timer in the tubes overhead began, faintly, to tick.

Ticking from the tubes overhead was soft at first, irregular pulse that Ethan counted under his breath without meaning to.

Roughly one tick a second, he'd done worse math under worse pressure in the last twenty-four hours.

His staple-stitched hand was still resting on your back, your skin was hot.

"Listen…" he kept his voice low. "I need you to listen to me real careful, okay? Can you do that?"

"…Yeah." Muffled through whatever was over your head, possibly a heavy fabric hood. "Yeah, I can hear you."

"There’s stuff in tubes all around the walls. He says they pop in ten minutes if I don't— if I don't do what he wants."

“Oh.”

"I'm gonna look for another way." His good hand was already moving, sweeping the wall on his side, fingers tracing the seams of the plywood. "There's gotta be a kill switch, or a wire… i don’t know just keep talking. What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?"

A long, shaky inhale on your end. "He knocked me out in the kitchen and I woke up here and he was talking the whole time, Ethan, he wouldn't shut up about you and me. About how I could help him in a sick game of his."

Ethan's fingertips found a bolt of steel he couldn't pry it out with his nails.

"Can't you find maybe a crowbar, or you have your gun, you could—"

"I'm looking. Keep talking."

His hand traced higher, the wall went all the way to the rafters and the studs were bolted into the original posts of the barn.

He could maybe shoulder it down, given an hour.

He stepped back and looked at the six tubes again, each one fed into a central junction box mounted high on the back wall, behind the partition that was holding you.

There was a power cord snaking out of the junction box and running along the rafter, coming down a support post and disappearing into a wall outlet near the barn door.

A wall outlet, two-prong wall outlet.

"Ethan?"

"I'm here. I'm thinking. Keep talking."

"What are you thinking?"

He looked at the outlet and at the tubes.

He had a magazine and a half left, the outlet was maybe twenty feet away. If he unplugged it, would that kill the timer, or trigger it early?

So. Don't cut power but the cord downstream of the timer, jump the contacts, bypass it.

He could use the pocket knife he had and currently less than nine minutes left.

But he could get there, climb up and the timer would die without Lucas knowing. Even if he had a remote control far away he wouldn’t be able to do shit.

As long as the heat sensor in the hole stayed warm and busy nothing suspicious should happen.

There was the problem of the psycho who could have placed something hidden for audio quality.

The risk of Lucas hypothetically figuring out Ethan’s plan and activating an hypothetical existing shortcut to your demise was bot something he was going to risk.

Ethan's mouth went dry.

He could save you without fucking you.

He could also fuck you.

He could do both in the right order if the sensor only needed a body.

Looking at you through the hole and the slick clutch of your hole, twitching with each breath, heat and pressure sensor presents.

If he could keep something warm and snug pressed inside you, the sensor would keep reading positive while he was working on the rafters.

His own cock stuffed in you to the root would do that beautifully.

Okay. New plan.

Fuck you, get Ethan's free hand to the pistol and one very well-placed shot through the junction box at exactly the right angle to short the timer without sparking the mold.

Ethan exhaled.

"Okay," he said to you, low. "I think I see a way, but I need you to trust me. Can you trust me?"

"…Always."

It was such a small word that hit him deeply.

"Then I need you to know two things." He stepped close to the hole again, until his hips were almost touching the wood. "I'm gonna do what he says… I'm so sorry. I don't see another move yet and the clock's running… but you don't have to do anything. Okay?"

A long silence on the other side of the wall.

"…Is there really nothing else? Like — couldn't you just put your fingers in me? Would that count? The sensor maybe just needs heat, maybe—"

"Maybe."

"—or— or what if I— I don't know, what if I, like, faked it, what if we made the right sounds and—"

"Hey."

You went quiet and he waited, letting the silence sit, interrupted only by the ticking of the tubes.

"You don't have to pretend you don't want it." He said finally, very gently.

Your breath caught in a sharp inhale.

"I'm not—"

"Lucas told me." He didn't say it cruelly. He said it like a confession. "On the phone. He told me how you wanted me."

Silence.

"…Oh."

"Yeah."

"…I'm sorry."

"Don't." His voice cracked, just a little.

In his pants his cock, which had been at half-mast since he'd first seen you through the hole, gave a hot, demanding throb.

A strange feeling of years of denial folding up and being put away.

The feeling of a man learning, in the worst possible circumstances, that he had been loved for a very long time.

"I'll take care of you, I promise. You don’t have to pretend.”

A long, shaky exhale on your end, fight going out of you in one slow breath.

"…Okay. Ethan, please."

His cock kicked again in his pants and he undid his fly, button popping and zipper sliding down and his half-hard length flopped out into the air of the barn thick and already flushed dark, weeping a fat bead of pre at the slit.

He was big and you were about to feel it.

Spitting into his good hand and wrapping it around himself, working slow strokes from root to tip as be watched himself fatten up the rest of the way in his own fist, veins more visible along the shaft, foreskin pulling back tight and thick enough around that he had to spread his thumb and middle finger to span it.

“You tell me if it's too much and I'll stop, promise to find another way."

"…You won't have to."

"What?"

"…I want it." Your voice was barely a whisper. "I've wanted it for so long, please just give it to me, I'll take whatever you give me, please—"

Something hot and dark unspooled in Ethan's chest and he stepped up flush against the wall.

He gripped the base of his cock in his good hand and lined the fat, drooling head up against your slick, twitching hole. The heat of you radiated against his glans before he even made contact until he pressed and his cockhead nudged against the pucker.

"Hnnh… god, Ethan," a sound of pure want from your mouth.

Huge like that just from the tip and he pushed, staple-stitched hand had come up to grip your hip through the hole, fingers splaying across the soft flesh of your flank to hold you steady as he worked.

Whatever oily slick had you opening for him slowly, ring of your hole stretching wider and wider around his cockhead, fat flare of his glans popping past your rim and you screamed (not from agony).

"Ethan—Ethan, oh— oh fuck!"

His hand on your hip squeezed, he could feel you pulsing and fluttering in trying to figure out what to do with the intrusion all while giving you a full minute to adjust to pushing again.

He fed himself into you in patient slides and never withdrew, just more and deeper, your hands somewhere on the other side of the wall scrabbling at the wood.

"Halfway." His voice was wrecked.

"Halfway?" It came out as a sob. "Halfway— Ethan, I can't, I can feel you in my— oh god, oh god—"

"You can, you said you'd take whatever I gave you."

"…I did."

"C'mon. Take it for me."

Another long, slow push and your inner muscles clutching at every ridge and vein along his shaft.

His staple-stitched hand left your hip and traveled up, slid around to the curve of your ass cheek and his fingers spread wide as he palmed your whole right cheek perfectly in his big hand.

"Mine," he heard himself say very quietly, almost to himself.

He could feel the heat of your bare ass through the hole, wet seal of you sucking the rest of him in as he gave a final grinding push and his pelvis bumped up against the plywood, the entire thing of him lodged inside you, head of his cock pressed up against your prostate.

You were sobbing on the other side of the wall from overflow.

"Ethan— I'm gonna—"

"Don't come yet, baby. We've got a long time to go. He needs the sensor reading for a while.” He whispered the last part to you. “We're gonna take our time and make it nice, okay?"

"…Okay." A high, helpless whine.

He held there buried in you for a full minute of not moving and letting his own body remember how to think.

Up on the rafters, the tube nearest the apex of the roof had the mold inside shifting and settling lower, the timer's mechanism doing whatever it was doing.

He glanced up, the junction box was twelve feet up. He'd need a clear shot or a clear knife angle.

The sensor was hot and Ethan just had to put up his best performance while he slowly, patiently, set up his real move.

He drew his hips back, drag of his cock leaving indescribable between the way your inner walls clung to him and the cool air of the barn hit his shaft as it emerged.

Pulling out until just the flared head was caught inside your rim and then he pushed back in all the way as he started fucking you.

Long and deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out and than pushing all the way back in, slap of his thighs against the plywood becoming a slow rhythm as he kept his big palm planted on your ass cheek, kneading, squeezing and occasionally giving you a sharp slap that made you yelp and clench around him.

He shifted his angle and tilted his hips down as the next stroke ground the head of his cock right into your prostate again and you came apart in sounds.

Every stroke hit it now consistently and you were just noise on the other side of the wall, a mouth and a hole with a body offering itself up to him. He could feel his own balls drawing tighter.

He very carefully reached his good hand back to the hay bale and closed his fingers around the grip of the pistol, staple-stitched hand staying on your ass to hold the rhythm.

Ethan brought the pistol up, eyes tracing the line of the cord up the post and along the rafter to get on the junction box.

He took aim with one hand and squeezed, shot cracking through the barn as the junction box exploded in a shower of sparks, tubes overhead making a long, wheezing sigh as their internal pressure released harmlessly into the rafters.

The mold inside them sagged, now dead and inert.

Now the only sounds in the barn were the slap of Ethan's hips against the wood and your high, dazed moans.

You hadn't even noticed with how far gone and cock-drunk you were that the gunshots had just blurred into the background of the noise in your own head while taking it, mouth open against the wall as every nerve in your body was screaming.

Ethan dropped the pistol back onto the hay bale and put both hands back to fully fuck you, slow patient strokes that had turned into something harder.

"You're safe." He grunted it into the wood. "We're safe. It's— it's done, I just need to finish, I'm so close."

"Yes—yes, yes, yes, please, please!"

He gave you a dozen more long, deep, brutal strokes and his shaft was throbbing, every vein on him was pulsing in time with his heart as he buried himself to the absolute hilt one last time and he came in long flooding pulses, balls emptying everything they had into you as he felt you clench around him.

Then he felt you come as your whole body locked up, hole spasming around his cock and your own untouched length presumably spilled untouched onto the dirt floor on your side of the wall, all from his cock alone.

He kept pumping, slow, milking the last of it into you, hot trickles down the insides of your thighs.

You whimpered, already half-unconscious by the sound of it while coming down hard.

Very slowly, he eased his softening cock out of you and a white runnel followed down the cleft of your ass.

He tucked himself away and buttoned his fly, picking up the pistol and walking around the partition

You were strapped into a wooden frame, hands bound to a crossbeam above your head and hood pulled low over your face, bare from the waist down and trembling.

He undid the straps, pulling the hood off gently and your eyes blinked open, wide and dilated.

"Hi," he said.

"…Hi."

"It's done, the timer's off. We're okay."

A long pause while you tried to make the words make sense in your fucked-stupid head.

"You shot the timer during?" Your voice was hoarse.

"Couldn't risk him possibly noticing.” He couldn't help the small, lopsided and exhausted smile. "Multitasked."

You stared at him before starting to laugh and he gathered you up against his chest, kissing the top of your sweat-damp head as he held you tighter.

𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈 ℛℯ𝒹𝒻𝒾ℯ𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒫𝒾ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒩𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓈

You couldn't see your own body, that was the first thing your brain kept tripping over between the heavy pounding at your other end and the wet rasp of your own breath in your ear.

From the chin up you were free and had a view of half a collapsed corridor and the long shadowed mouth of the tunnel the woman in blue had vanished down hours ago.

From the chin down you were buried, slab had come down at an angle and that was the only reason you were still breathing with the way it had pinned you front-down with your face turned out and your chin caught right at the edge so your mouth and nose hung free in open air.

Your hips angled up against the back side of the rubble in a way that put your ass at exactly the height of a man on his knees.

Carla had known what she was doing when she pulled the trigger on that grappling line.

You'd been following her for three hours.

Following was a generous term.

Chasing her.

She'd dropped half a ceiling on you and walked off.

Chris had found you later.

How long ago you didn't know.

Time had stopped meaning anything a while ago. You knew it had been long enough for him to comm for the rest of his men and long enough for him to figure out he could not, on his own, lift the slab off you.

It had been long enough for him to come around behind you, take stock of the angle of your hips and the way your tac pants had been half-stripped down off your ass by the friction of the fall and make a decision.

An hour? More?

You'd lost count of how many times you'd come.

The first one had been an accident, he'd been getting you ready, two big rough fingers working slow and patient inside you while his other hand spread you open and somewhere in the second slow drag of his knuckles against your inner wall you'd come on his hand without warning, drool sliding out of the corner of your mouth onto the concrete in front of your face.

He'd huffed a low laugh.

"Yeah," he'd said. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Then he'd pushed in.

He was big, the man was a fucking mountain you'd known for six years of field decon tents enough times that the size of him was not, in theory, a surprise, but theory and the thing itself were two different categories of knowledge.

So thick the stretch of it made you sob into the concrete the first time he bottomed out and assaulted your prostate, causing your vision to white out.

The thing itself, four orgasms ago, had not slowed down and set a deep merciless pace that kept rocking your trapped body forward against the slab with every thrust.

There was a puddle of drool and tears under your face now.

Behind and inside you, Chris was fucking you steadily and didn't stop.

"That's six," he said, somewhere behind the slab and he sounded barely winded.

"Mm." Another slow heavy thrust, full length of him dragging out and sinking back in, your hips jolting forward against the slab and your forehead bumping the concrete. "You wanted my attention, you got it."

His big palm came down across your bare ass and you flinched, whole pinned length of you twitching, every time your ass clenched too tight around him in a way he read as ‘trying to rush him’, he'd slap you and growl “patience” and slow back down to that same merciless grind.

"You wanna tell me," another stroke, "what the hell," another, "you thought you were doing," another, "going off comms?"

"Captain—"

"Don’t captain me from down there."

Another deeper stroke.

"Three hours, soldier. No check-ins or location pings. I had Piers running circles in the east wing looking for your body parts."

"I—I was tracking…fuck! I was tracking the—"

"I know what you were tracking." His voice didn't rise. It just got harder, the way concrete gets harder when it sets. "You were tracking Ada Wong. ‘Possible sighting, pursuing.’ You know what pursuing doesn't mean? Going dark for three hours and letting yourself get buried under a building."

Now a harsher slap came.

"I am not losing you because you got cute and went off-script chasing a coat."

"I'm— sir, I'm sorry, I'm—"

"Sorry's after." Another stroke, grind of his pelvis against your ass had become its own slow drumbeat, slap of skin behind you rhythmic. "Right now I need you to learn something. You hearing me?"

"Y-yes—"

"Good." His hand came down on the small of your back where it stuck out from under the slab and he pressed, anchoring you.

He picked up his pace, grinding his hips tighter, finding the angle that put the thick head of him directly across the swollen knot of your prostate and started rocking into you in shorter, harder strokes.

You sobbed into the puddle of your own drool, hips trying to jerk forward and couldn't as your whole body was being wrung out from the inside by a man who outweighed you by ninety pounds at minimum and you couldn't even arch your back.

Coming from his cock for the seventh time with a long high broken whine, your own dick spurting helplessly into the small white lake you'd been adding to for the better part of an hour, ass clamping so tight around Chris that he grunted above you and held still for a beat to ride it out.

You were trying to breath with Chris balls-deep in your ass that footsteps came running up the corridor from the east, cadence of a man who had been sprinting for a long time and was running on fumes and adrenaline.

"Captain?!"

"In here," Chris called back, easy as anything, without pulling out of you and there was a deep wish to die that bloomed in your conscience. "Slow down Piers, he’s stable."

The footsteps slowed and stopped about ten feet from your head, you knew the exact moment Piers got the picture because he made a small sharp sound in the back of his throat.

"…Captain."

"Nivans."

"Captain, what the fu—"

"He's pinned." Chris's voice was perfectly level, another slow grinding thrust into your ass and your forehead almost bumped concrete. "Slab came down on the column and I can't lift it on my own. You got eyes on the rest of the team?"

"Th-they're— they're fifteen out, sir, they had to reroute around the—"

"Fifteen minutes." A grunt another stroke. "Yeah, that tracks."

"Sir."

"Piers."

A long beat of silence as your glassy eyes slowly fixed on Piers’ face, fatigues in his face with his rifle slung.

Most loyal man ever to Chris Redfield, standing in a half-collapsed corridor watching his captain railing you into a slab.

"…Is he okay?"

"Yeah," Chris said. "Aren't you, soldier?"

"Yes sir," you got out into the puddle, gaze lowering again on the ground below in shame and aroused.

"He’s been a little distracted lately." Another slow thrust. "Going off comms and chasing leads without backup. Thought I'd take the opportunity to remind him about chain of command."

Another long silence from Piers before you'd hear footsteps again and stopped in front of you.

You saw his boots now, standard combat boots, scuffed, laced tight and planted shoulder-width apart on the concrete about two feet from your face and he crouched, handsome and sharp face now into your field of view.

Intense hazel eyes from someone who knew you had been quietly infatuated with Chris for about three years and now here you were with your ass being slowly destroyed by the captain.

He smoothed your hair back while behind the slab, Chris started moving slower this time.

"He's right, you know," Piers said quietly. "You can’t disobey orders from the captain."

"I know. We'll talk about it later. Right now I want you to focus." He brushed his thumb across your cheekbone.

Chris had picked up the pace again behind you and Piers watched the way pleasure rolled through your face and broke up all attempts of translating thoughts into coherent words and his jaw tightened.

His other hand came up to start unbuckling his belt.

"Captain," Piers said without taking his eyes off your face, "permission to give the soldier something to focus on, sir."

A grunt from behind the slab. "Granted, Nivans."

Piers's belt came open with a small click, followed by the rasp of his fly. He kept his eyes on you the whole time and you opened your mouth, making Piers's breath hitched.

He took himself out of his fatigues with his free hand and guided himself forward, laying the head of his cock against your bottom lip, so hot and hard, wet at the tip from witnessing his captain obliterate your ass.

Salt-bitter taste of it spreading on your tongue the second he made contact and let you have it, holding the base of himself steady and waiting for you to lean forward into him.

When you tilted your chin out and took the head of him into your mouth, closing your lips around the flare of him, Piers's whole body shuddered above you, hand fisting suddenly in your hair.

"Fuck!" He breathed.

"That's it," Chris said from behind the slab, timing his next thrust to push you forward onto Piers's cock and you sank down another inch on Piers with the force from it and said soldier groaned through his teeth.

Between Chris's slow heavy grinding strokes in your ass and the way each one pushed your face forward onto Piers's cock, along the way Piers had begun to rock his hips in shallow counter-strokes that fed himself a little deeper into your mouth every time you came forward, you found a rhythm.

It didn't require thinking, your body was being used at both ends by two men who knew how to work in coordinated formations like you were another tactical operation.

Chris thrust, you moved forward and Piers slid deeper into your mouth.

"Look at him," Piers breathed.

"I been looking at him for an hour, soldier."

"Captain!"

Piers's hand cradled the back of your skull when hearing your words and he let Chris's rhythm do the work, holding you there with his cock sliding in and out of your mouth.

"Easy on his throat, Piers. He’s been working hard."

You came again without warning, the way they all had been now and your body had given up on having control of its own orgasms about three back, ass clamping down hard around Chris, mouth slack and open around Piers while your own dick was spurting another helpless little contribution to the lake under.

Chris grunted while Piers swore softly and pulled back just enough that he didn't choke you while you spasmed, easing back in once your jaw remembered how to work.

You made a noise around Piers's cock that was meant to be ‘yes please’ and it came out as a wet hum. It vibrated up the length of him and Piers's whole body jerked.

"Fuck!" Piers came with a long shuddering groan through his teeth, hand tight in your hair, cock pulsing hot down your throat in spurt after spurt and the sheer volume of it told you exactly how long he'd been wanting this and how much of it had been bottled up.

Swallowing because there was nowhere else for it to go and your throat worked around him.

When he was empty he pulled back slowly, head of him slipping out of your mouth with a long string of spit that connected you to him until it broke and fell.

Hair stuck to his forehead, flushed face looking at your forehead while you stayed slack-mouthed, still being rocked forward and back by Chris's steady rhythm.

Piers held your face in his hands and looked back.

"Tell him," Chris said, "what you're gonna do better from now on."

You looked at Piers’s steady eyes on yours and the shame of it should have killed you.

“I'm gonna check in on comms—"

"Every," Chris said.

"Every single time—"

"Good, what else."

"I'm not—ah— I'm not gonna pursue without backup."

"And?"

"I'm gonna listen!"

“Good.” His voice was strained now, deep slow grind of his hips starting to come apart into shorter harder jabs. "Good. You hear that, Piers?"

"I heard him, sir." Piers's thumbs stroked your cheekbones as he looked into your face.

"Then we're done teaching."

Chris came, hips driving flush against your ass and stayed there, grinding deep as you felt him pulse inside you in long heavy throbs that just kept going, letting out one low controlled breath through his teeth, big hand on the slab above your body as his weight settled forward against it.

"Five out," came a crackle from Chris's comm.

"Copy," Chris said, voice already back to normal as you felt his pants zipping behind the slab, rasp of fabric and click of a belt buckle. "Take the long way around. We're gonna need to brace the slab before we lift."

"Copy, captain."

Chris came around the slab, big shoulders with fatigues neatly back in order, face perfectly composed except for the slight flush high on his cheekbones and dampness at his hairline.

"How we doin'," he said.

"…Tired, captain," you whispered.

"I bet."

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁ℴ𝓈 𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ𝒾𝓇𝒶

Currently stuck under half a ceiling in the bowels of Raccoon General Hospital with your rifle out of reach and radio crackling somewhere above your head.

Let's back up.

The hospital had gone bad really bad like everything in this city, bow overflowed with zombies from every corner.

You and Carlos had been trying to clear a path back to the staff stairwell, his rifle chewing through magazines and muzzle flash lighting up the hallway in stuttering orange pulses while you'd been on his six with your sidearm doing cleanup on anything that got past him.

You'd burned through a magazine and a half doing that and come out of the hallway into the records room with maybe seven rounds left between your sidearm and your spare, splitting off to look for anything to help against the army of undead while he held the door.

The records room had a maintenance access panel that opened on a low crawl tunnel running under the floor and about fifteen feet down the tunnel inside a case sat a hard-shell weapons open, on its side, contents spilled out across the concrete.

A Lightning Hawk, long barrel that could delete head and shoulders of anything.

The tunnel was tight, maybe two and a half feet high, three feet wide and you'd hooked your rifle sling over your shoulder so the weapon trailed behind instead of catching on the lip while starting to crawl.

You'd made it about ten feet when the ceiling had decided it was done, face now pressed against cool concrete and your ass in the air along your dignity in some other zip code.

Your shoulder had bumped a support beam on the way past and the whole section of ceiling about six feet in front of where you'd been had given up its career as a ceiling and become, effectively, a slab of fallen concrete sitting on top of your back.

It had landed on your tac vest, that was the saving grace with your gear taking the weight instead of crushing your spine.

You also could not, however, move.

Tried to push up for about ten minutes or crawl forward and simply couldn't, hips caught at an angle where the slab pinned the back of your vest to the floor and your ass was wedged up against the underside of the rubble at exactly the wrong angle.

Tried to wriggle backward and it worked the worst of all, because your tac belt had snagged on something on the way down and now any backward motion just yanked your pants further down your hips.

Your ass was bare to the open air of the tunnel and you could not, for any amount of leverage your arms were giving you, get your pants back up.

You'd been working on a plan of using your sidearm to shoot the support strut to your left, which you thought might, possibly, redistribute the weight of the slab off your hips enough to let you wriggle forward.

"Tell me my eyes are lyin' to me right now."

You closed your eyes.

"Carlos."

"'Cause from where I'm standing, my eyes are tellin' me that my partner got his ass stuck in a hole and I gotta be honest with you, parceiro, I was hopin' for a better answer than that."

His voice was getting closer while he crouched now, moving up the tunnel toward you and you could hear his gear shifting. "I’m been poppin’ zombies’ head with my rifle and you decide to play ostrich?"

"I'm not playing ostrich! I’m fucking stuck. Look, six feet in front of me, on the ground."

A pause as Carlos's boots stopped scuffing forward and you heard him shift his weight, going quiet, looking down the tunnel past you to spot the weapon.

"…Caralho."

"Yeah." A long low whistle.

"Okay. Okay, fine. I take back the ostrich thing. Mostly, like sixty percent of the ostrich thing."

"Thank you."

"That's still a lot of ostrich, just so we're clear."

You heard him drop, shift of his gear along a small grunt as one knee went down behind you. He was kneeling now right behind you. He didn't say anything for a beat.

Then his voice came, lower:

"Now, you wanna explain to me why your bunda is hangin' out the back of your pants, parceiro? Not complaining."

"Belt got snagged when the ceiling came down. I can't—" you tried again, just to demonstrate, small hopeless wiggle of your hips that did absolutely nothing except waggle your bare ass at him in a way that made you immediately regret it, "—I can't get 'em back up, my arms can't reach—"

"Mm. Yeah I see that."

A pause.

"Y'know," he said, "you got yourself in a real interessante position here and I'm thinkin' to myself, Carlos, meu amigo, you been workin' real hard upstairs. Your shoulder hurts from the recoil and here is your partner presentin' to you like a—"

"Carlos."

"—como uma oferenda, okay?"

"I am not a thank-you note."

"You sure look like one."

His hand landed on your ass, heavy and warm, calluses across the knuckles from a decade of rifles and ropes, spread of that hand across one of your bare cheeks covered nearly all of it and squeezed.

"Mm. Look at this ass stuck down here in the dark with no one to appreciate it but me."

"Carlos, are you— now? Like this?"

"Why not?"

"There are zombies upstairs."

"Door's locked on my way down, heard you yelpin' on the radio so I came lookin'."

"I wasn't yelping—"

His hand kept moving almost possessively down the curve of your ass, across the meat of your thigh where it disappeared under the slab, back up.

"So," he said simply. "You up for this or what? 'Cause I gotta tell you. I'm lookin' at what's in front of me right now and I'm motivated."

"Carlos..:"

"Just say the word. Yes or no. I ain't gonna be weird about it, tá?"

You were quiet for about three seconds.

"…that magnum's still down there."

Carlos laughed and his hand slapped your ass, almost playful.

"That a yes, parceiro?"

"…That's a yes."

You heard him work his belt, the fly went and the rasp of his fatigue pants down his hips. You couldn't see it but your imagination filled in the gaps with details not helping your blood pressure.

"Lemme see what we're workin' with," he muttered to himself, both hands spreading you, big thumbs dragging across the seam and you felt the breeze of the basement on parts of you that had not, in your professional life, ever been exposed to the breeze of a basement.

"Hm. Okay. You ain't been broken in for a while, né?"

"Jesus, Carlos!"

"What. I'm bein' polite."

You heard him spit and felt it land on you, thumb rubbing it down into you in slow circles.

"There's lube in my belt pouch," you got out.

"Oh? Olha só. My man came prepared."

"It's for gear maintenance Carlos."

"Yeah, sure, where's the pouch."

"Left side, belt. Second pouch back."

He found it as you heard the click of the pouch unsnapping, rummage and small grunt of triumph when he came up with the little foil packet. You heard him tear it open with his teeth, squeezing it onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it.

One slick fingertip circling your rim in slow easy passes and only when he felt you breathe out and ease did he press in.

"There you go, Calminho."

"Carlos, you don't have to. I'm not made of glass.”

"Yeah, but I am big and I ain't tryin' to wreck you on the floor of a hospital, tá? So we go slow."

"How big."

A small dry laugh.

"I'm not gonna stand here in a duct measurin' my dick for you. Just open up."

His finger sank deeper to the second knuckle and held it there, letting you breathe around it before starting easing it in and out in careful drags, hand still on your ass, big palm splayed out across one cheek holding you steady.

"Y'know," he said conversationally, as if his finger weren't currently buried inside you, "I been thinkin' about this for a while."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm. Truck rides, you fall asleep in the passenger seat sometimes with your head against the window. I look over and I think to myself ‘that right there is a problem.’"

"A problem."

"Yeah 'cause I'm tryin' to drive and keep my eyes on the road."

He'd added a second finger while he was talking and you felt the stretch open up around him.

You sucked in a breath against the concrete.

“Relaxa pra mim."

"I think we're… Yeah. I gotta tell you. Sittin' here lookin' at you all spread out makes me feel like a lucky man tonight."

"Carlos please…"

"Please what."

"Please get on with it!"

You heard him slick himself, low grunt he made when he gripped his own length and you heard the change in his breathing, slow exhale as he worked himself slick.

Then the head of him pressed against you and you realized Carlos had not been fucking around about the size thing.

Blunt head of him at your entrance thick, sheer girth of him stretching you out at the rim before you'd taken so much as the tip.

"…Ah—Carlos!"

"I do not joke about things like this."

He pressed in with one hand on your hip and one hand on the small of your back where it stuck out from under the slab and he eased inch by careful inch.

God, he kept going. You'd thought you had the measure of him from the first stretch at the rim but he was still pushing in, opening up around him and the burn-stretch of him kept getting deeper.

He bottomed out and you felt his hips meet your ass, rough fabric of his unbuttoned fatigue pants brushing the backs of your thighs, pelvis flush against you as he held there a good long minute, letting you breathe and get used to it, heavy length of him sinking deep and the slow grind of his pulse against your inner walls.

"Olha pra você." His voice was rougher now, easygoing teasing edge stripped down a notch.

His big palm slid up your back where it stuck out from the slab and back down to your ass as he squeezed.

Then he started moving, full length of him dragging in long unhurried strokes.

He angled his hips and the thick head of him dragged directly across your prostate on the next slow stroke, making you see white behind your eyes.

"There it is. Found it." Pleased. “Keep makin' that noise for me.“

He fucked you on that angle without stopping, heavy stroke nailing the spot inside you that turned your bones to water and you were drooling onto the concrete, cock hanging hard and untouched between your legs leaking down to the floor,.

"You gonna come for me? Without me touchin' your pau?"

"Yes!" You came harder than the situation seemed to warrant, your whole pinned body going taut and your ass clamping down around Carlos's cock and your dick spurting helplessly onto the concrete underneath you in long pulses you couldn't control.

Carlos groaned above you and held his hips flush against your ass, grinding in deep through it, riding you out, pulse of you milking him in a way that almost broke his rhythm.

"Inside?"

"Carlos, I swear to god…"

"Just askin'! I am being polite!"

"Inside. Yes. Inside, please!"

"Tá bom, parceiro. Tá bom."

He picked up the pace, slow patient grind breaking into something harder and faster, slap of his hips against your ass echoing off the concrete walls of the tunnel in wet rhythmic cracks, small grunt he made on every thrust getting tighter and shorter as he climbed.

With a long ragged groan through his teeth he came, hips jamming flush against your ass and grinding deep, thick pulse of him spilling inside you in spurt after spurt while grip on your hip tightened to the point of bruising.

"That was… give me a minute. I'm seein' colors."

"Take your minute."

He did while staying buried in you for it, big palm rubbing slow soothing circles on the small of your back, breath gradually evening out behind you.

Softening slowly inside you while nestled inside the slick mess of him already starting to leak down the inside of your thigh.

Eventually he eased out.

"Hold on." He fished around in his own pouches, came up with a field cloth and you felt him cleaning you up, down your thighs and the small ‘tsk’ he made when he saw how much of him was leaking out.

"Made a mess of you, parceiro."

"…Yeah."

"You gonna be able to walk?"

"…Give me a second."

"Take two."

He lay there next to you in the tunnel while humming two notes and his hand found yours in the dark, squeezing.

You'd be okay for the next stretch.

What you thought would be a quiet afternoon quickly changed at the sound of a helicopter drawing closer and closer to where you were. It wasn’t the weirdest thing to see helicopters flying overhead given the world you lived in, but it wasn’t every day that one landed right in front of you. 

You shield your face against the wind, struggling to try and peak through to see who is approaching. Your hands fell from your face as the blades slowed down, watching as the head of the GDA got out. 

“Cecil Stedman of the GDA,” he said, flashing his badge, “you need to come with me.”

You knew who he was, but it wasn’t from the numerous articles about him on the internet, but from Mark. And from how Mark talked about him, he sounded like a no-nonsense type of guy. 

“Am I in trouble?”

“We will be if you don’t come with us,” Cecil responded, and when you looked at him full of confusion, Cecil clarified, “it’s about Invincible.”

You tried your best to not show on your face how the mention of his name affected you, even if everything in your body was telling you to run to him. “What about him?” You asked, trying to keep up the facade. 

Cecil pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “we know Invincible– Mark,” he said his name quietly, like he was afraid someone would overhear, “is your boyfriend. Now,” he said, the helicopter’s blades already whirling back to life, “get in.”

“Donald, fill him in,” Cecil said to the man in the seat across from yours. 

“Yes, sir,” Donald said, waiting until you were settled into your seat before he spoke again, “Seven hours ago, Mark returned from an off-world mission. He came back with an unusual,” he glanced over at Cecil, “side effect.”

“What do you mean by side effect?” You asked, looking between the two men.

“We kept him overnight to conduct research, and what we’ve found is that we need your help to cure him.”

“How can I help?”

“You’ll see when you get there,” Cecil answered, “he’s been asking for you nonstop,” he said as he looked out the window, “he’ll be excited to see you.” Which didn’t sound ominous at all. 

The helicopter ride turned into a private plane ride, making the journey to The Pentagon shorter. You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or bad with the lack of information Cecil and Donald gave you. 

“What’s this?” You asked, looking at the bag in the seat next to yours. 

“We didn’t have time to get clothes from your house, so we brought you some of ours,” Cecil answered. 

Your head snapped up to look at them, “you were in my house?”

Cecil let out an annoyed sigh, “I just said-”

“We didn’t go to your house,” Donald answered calmly, trying to defuse the situation. 

“How do you know where I live?” You asked as you opened the bag. 

“We looked in your file,” Cecil answered like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

“My file,” you parroted. 

“You’re dating one of the strongest superheroes on Earth, of course we have a file on you,” Cecil replied. 

The clothes in the bag were a few pairs of underwear, what looked like sleepwear, and in the side pocket was a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Looking through the bag did little to help your confusion. With what was in the bag, it looked like you were being kidnapped to have a sleepover at The Pentagon. 

“What is this?” You asked, frustration more than evident in your voice with how cryptic they were being. 

Cecil let out another sigh, “listen,” he started, “all of your questions will be answered when you see Mark,” he said, placing a comforting hand on your knee, “right now you should get some rest before we get there.”

“Okay,” you whispered. Maybe Cecil wasn’t as bad as Mark made him out to be, you thought to yourself as you forced yourself to sleep.

You didn’t know how much time passed before Donald was gently shaking you awake, but it felt like you were barely able to get any sleep. 

You’re led down through a facility that by the fifth turn through the same looking hallway, has you confused about how Donald and Cecil can make their way through it without a map. It goes from hallways to elevators, Donald and Cecil taking turns on who has to swipe their identification card to get in. 

“Almost there,” Donald says as he presses one of the buttons, flashing you a tense smile.

Your hand tightened around the bag’s handle as you tried to calm your nerves. Though the setup felt oddly similar to when you first spent the night at Mark’s place, just with fewer elevators and hallways, something in you felt wrong.

”Mark is just through that door,” Cecil finally said as you approached two doors. In the middle of them was a small table with a metal bin on top, “empty your pockets into that.”

Your hands shake as you place what belongings you have on you into the bin, Donald giving a small, “thank you,” before he takes the bin back down the hallway. 

“Where are you-”

”He’s taking it to a safe environment,” Cecil answered, cutting you off. 

“So you can plant spyware on me?”

”We already have that on you.”

”Of course you do,” you responded with a roll of your eyes.

Cecil mumbled something under his breath as he walked up to the other door beside the one he pointed out, the words sounding a lot like, “I can tell why Mark likes you,” but you weren’t quite sure. 

“Before I can let you see Mark,” Cecil said as he turned the knob, “I need you to take a shower.”

”I’m not dirty,” you responded, unsure whether to be offended or embarrassed.

Cecil held up his hands in surrender, “we just want to control the environment as much as possible to keep you both safe.”

“The environment is my body,” you replied angrily, “Mark’s body,” you shook your head, “we aren’t a science experiment.”

“You technically are,” Cecil responded, before quickly adding, “I know how it sounds, but we’re still learning. What we have learned is a way to calm Mark down.”

“Me?” You asked, feeling slightly calm now that it seemed that Cecil was opening up. 

“You,” he answered with a nod. “While he was off-planet, something affected him and his powers– heightened his senses. That soap in there,” he nods over to the bathroom, “will clean you in a way that Mark will smell you without all the extra scents you wear or pick up during the day.”

“It’ll help him? You asked, looking Cecil straight in the eye. 

“It’ll help him,” he answered. 

Your mind still reeled with questions, but you took what you could get. If you knew there was anything you could do to help Mark, you would do it. 

It felt odd to wash your body that barely had any smell to it, but at least it had a lather. You watched the soap go down the drain as you tried to calm your mind, your hands moving across your body on autopilot. 

Though it lacks a smell, the soap leaves you feeling clean, your fingers nearly pruned by the time you turn off the water. You pull the clothes on from the bag slowly, trying not to grimace at the thought of there not being any deodorant you could find in the bag. When Cecil said you needed to be clean, he meant everything. 

At least the toothpaste with the toothbrush in the bag had a nice minty flavor to it. You wiped the steam from the mirror with your other hand, coming face-to-face with your nervous eyes. Before you pulled on the clothes you were given, you took a few deep breaths, trying to force yourself to relax. 

You approached the door that connected the rooms slowly, your hand coming to rest on the cool knob. You let your forehead rest on the door, counting down in your brain as you get up the courage to open the door. 

Between seven and six, you hoped Mark would just open the door himself and tell you that everything was okay now, but as the numbers kept going down, you had to face the fact that that wouldn’t be the case. 

You repeated the number one over and over again in your head, and after what felt like the hundredth time, your hand turned the knob. 

You open the door slowly, nervous about what you will find. It made you feel crazy because you knew it would be Mark, there wasn’t anything you needed to be nervous about. Or so you hoped. 

Mark was pacing on the other side of the door, looking at any moment his feet would go straight through the floor. He looked… not quite like himself. 

“Mark?” You whispered, the man jumping at the sound of your voice, “were you waiting long?” You asked when Mark turned to face you. 

Out of all of the things your brain had come up with when you finally saw Mark, what you didn’t expect was for his face to crumble and for him to come racing over. He collapsed into your chest, letting all of his weight fall onto you. 

You fell back into the door with a grunt, Mark’s arms wrapping around your body protectively. You spent what felt like hours against that door until you both calmed, your breaths synching. 

It caught you off guard, your body going tense for a moment before you reflexively wrapped your arms around Mark. You ran your hands down Mark’s back, his body practically vibrating in your arms with untapped energy.   

Mark nuzzled into your neck and let out a hum of contentment, the vibration rattling your chest when he let out a louder one when you ran your fingers through his hair. You felt the tip of his nose run across your neck, puffs of soft air hitting the skin. 

“Are you,” you started, pausing when Mark angled your neck to give him more room, “sniffing me?” You asked.

“Smell so good,” Mark murmured, his lips dragging across your skin. 

“I don’t smell like anything,” you said with a small laugh. 

Mark pulled away from your neck, looking as if your words had offended him, “you smell like you,” he said, a crazed look in his eyes. 

“Okay,” you responded as Mark sat there, waiting for you to respond, “I smell like me.”

Satisfied, Mark nodded before he closed the distance between your mouths, pulling you into a slow kiss. Though it lacked any heat, you were more than happy to let Mark have his fill, responding readily to it. 

“What’s going on, Mark?” you asked, turning your head when Mark instead tried to initiate another kiss. 

“Nothing,” Mark responded, a smile stretched across his lips when he moved his hips forward, his already hard cock nudging your hip, “just needed to see you.” You were surprised you missed that, especially given that the only thing Mark had on was a thin hospital gown. 

“I can tell,” you responded humorously, gasping softly when Mark moved his hips forward again. “This isn’t usually where we meet, though,” you said as you looked around the room. It looked rather plain and empty with just a bed, a nightstand, and a small table with a single chair. It was much different from your room or Mark’s. 

You had to admit though that with the level of surveillance that you were under here, it would feel similar to the few times you’ve been in Mark’s bed at his house. Or, so you assumed. On your way here, you passed by what felt like dozens of cameras, and those were just the ones you could identify. It wasn’t like Mark’s house had cameras, but there was always a level of risk there knowing that at any moment, Mark’s mom could walk in. 

“Mark,” you whispered, “are there cameras in here?”

Mark grunted in reply, his head ducking back down into your neck to this time run his tongue across the skin. He moaned into the skin, his hands tightening on your body as he pulled you even closer. 

“Mark!” You hissed, trying your hardest to stifle a moan as his tongue ran over your pulse point. 

“No,” Mark answered, “yes– I don’t know,” he pulled away from your neck, his eyes flicked over your shoulder to the door before he looked over to the other one, “knowing Cecil, probably,” he added before swooping forward into another kiss, one you couldn’t dodge. “But right now I don’t care,” he said against your mouth, the look in his eye making you shiver.

Mark flew you the short distance to the bed, barely giving you time to hang on. You knew Mark wouldn’t let you fall, but it still managed to startle you, “Mark!” You yelled as he picked you up, before what felt like a second later, your back was on the bed, “warn a guy next time!”

“Sorry, baby,” Mark whined, “can’t help it,” he said, his hips driving down. He pulled away after one last thrust of his hips, tearing the thin hospital gown to shreds. 

Mark’s hands moved under your shirt, mapping out the skin he had long grown familiar with. He licked his lips as more and more skin became exposed before he ducked down to get his mouth against it. 

Mark swiped his tongue up your chest, groaning as he licked up the moisture he found. You weren’t able to tell if it was water you had missed from your shower, or if you had already started sweating. 

It was a nice temperature in the room you were in, not too cold or hot, but it wouldn’t surprise you if you had already broken out in a sweat. Just being in Mark’s proximity tended to do that to you. 

Mark’s skin ran hot against yours, his hands a hot weight on your skin as he held you down to the bed. His hands tightened along your hips when his tongue dipped into your belly button to swirl around the sensitive skin. 

“Mark,” you gasped, not knowing whether you wanted to get away or stay in place as the ticklish feeling washed over you, “feels weird,” you said, trying to bite back the laugh you felt bubbling up. 

“Sorry,” Mark breathed as he pulled away, his saliva already starting to cool. It left the trail of hair leading into your pants matted to your skin, Mark looking grossly satisfied at his work. 

A flash of nervousness runs through your body as Mark tugs at your clothing, afraid he is going to rip them off like the poor hospital gown. It wouldn’t be the first time Mark has ripped your clothing to get you undressed. 

You brought your hips off the bed to help him out, Mark flashing a grateful smile your way as he pulled them down your legs. When his hands moved to your bunched up shirt below your chin, he leaned down to press his lips to yours. 

You pulled away from the kiss with a laugh, “it’ll be easier if you take this off,” you said. 

Even though he nodded in agreement, Mark moved back in for another kiss, before finally pulling away when he tried for another and his lips came in contact with your shirt. Once it was finally out of the way, Mark tossed the shirt to join your pants.

You kissed lazily until you were at full hardness, making you feel for Mark. He must have been like this for hours. He moaned into your mouth as your hard cocks met, Mark’s leaking from the head messily as you rutted together. 

Precum was normal, of course, but what had gotten onto Mark from that other planet must have caused him to act in this way. What had gone from normal, had been taken to extreme, one of the examples of that being the way his cock leaked like a faucet. 

Mark pulled away with a groan, his breath mingling with yours as he took a moment to catch his breath, “can I try something?” He panted.

“Anything,” you responded, not caring as long as his cock stayed pressed to yours. 

With one last lingering closed-mouth kiss, Mark slowly moved down your body. You whimpered when his hips moved from yours, Mark surging back up to press a kiss to your lips in apology. Once he had kissed the pout from your lips, Mark continued on. 

Higher than you expected, Mark came to a halt, one of his hands going to your elbow to lift your arm. You held your breath as you looked down, watching and waiting. 

You gasped when Mark moved forward, not at all expecting his tongue to come into contact with your armpit, “fuck, Mark. That’s so–” So what? Gross? Hot? You didn’t know what to call it. All you knew was that Mark seemed to enjoy it, if the sounds he made were any indication. 

Mark’s other hand went to your other arm, lifting it towards the pillow in preparation for where he would go next. 

On your thigh, you felt Mark’s cock twitch before you felt a drop of precum hit your skin, smearing into the hair. Was this why there was no deodorant in the bag for you on the plane? Did Cecil know that Mark was going to spend more time than you expected licking over the skin until he managed to get up all of your sweat?

“You okay?” You asked Mark when he moved to the other one and stayed in place like he was frozen. 

Wordlessly, Mark nodded, nose buried within your armpit hair. You jumped as his breathing became heavier, the gushes of air ruffling the air. And like from earlier, you had to bite your lip to stifle a laugh you felt bubbling up as the stimulation ticked you. 

Slowly, Mark moved away before coming face-to-face with you, his pupils blown wide. Gone was the crazed look from earlier, and instead Mark’s face looked blissed out and overcome with pleasure. 

Just as slowly as he had moved away, he moved forward, giving you plenty of time to push his head away. It wasn’t like you were going to, even if his face had just been in your armpit. The salt on Mark’s tongue almost tasted the same as the salty taste on yours the last time you sucked him off, the thought making you groan as Mark’s tongue went deeper into your mouth. 

“Wish you could taste how good you are,” Mark whispered, “how good you smell,” he said after another kiss, “how good you feel,” he said, bringing your hips back together again. 

He made his way back down your body in sections, starting at your nipples. He swirled his tongue around one before biting it into a hardened point. You buried your hand in Mark’s hair when he moved to the other, the mix of pain and pleasure from his tongue and teeth sending waves of ecstasy through your body. 

Next, Mark licked down your body, cleaning up the mess his cock leaked out onto skin that hadn’t already dried, paying no mind to his own bitter taste. He dragged his nose as he went further, going right through the thatch of hair at the base of your cock. 

Mark groaned at the musky smell, the vibrations rumbling from his chest. Once he finally reached his destination and sucked your cock into his mouth, another followed suit, this time vibrating straight through your cock. 

“Mark!” You moaned as the suction, right off the bat, was nearly too much. Your back arched off the bed, your body moving closer for more.

Mark whimpered at the sound of his name, pausing to take your cock deeper. His throat was wet and tight around your cock, the wet walls of his throat clenching as he fought against his gag reflex to take you deeper. 

You grabbed for Mark’s face when tears sprung from his eyes, pulling him back up your body. “Easy, Mark,” you said as you wiped through the tracks, “don’t hurt yourself,” you murmured, wiping your thumbs across his face slowly. 

Mark opened his eyes as he rested his face in the literal palm of your hand, his tears making his eyelashes clump together, “want you to cum in my mouth,” he said softly like the heat of the moment had caught up to him and he was afraid for you to hear. 

“I will, I will,” you said, smiling down softly at him as he turned his face to press a kiss to your palm. 

Mark stole a soft, salty kiss before he went back down. He took you as deep as he could, and what he couldn’t take he wrapped his fingers around. He set up a fast, wet rhythm as he bobbed his head on your cock, his fingers slick around the base. 

Mark pulled off with a wet pop, his hand moving to the tip of your cock to give him ample room to work as he sucked one of your balls into his mouth. You groaned at the feel of not only his mouth, but at the feel of his hands as he slowly stroked you from tip to root. 

Moved onto the second, Mark’s hand moved achingly slow as the tip of his tongue licked the sensitive skin. He pulled away with a slick pop as he pulled into lungfuls of air, watching as you fell apart under him. 

“Don’t tease,” you pleaded.

“M’not teasing,” Mark replied, but he knew exactly what he was doing. Especially when he pulled his hand to his mouth and his tongue came out to lick up the bead of precum that had leaked onto his fingers. 

Once your cock was back inside the hot cavern of his mouth, it didn’t take long for Mark to get his wish. Your orgasm raced through you, punching out moans from your throat as your stomach clenched around the pleasure you had felt building there. 

And like the taste of your cum made Mark have his own orgasm, he moaned loudly around your cock as he drank down the cum that shot from the slit of your cock. 

You yanked at Mark’s hair when you could feel overstimulation begin to creep in, trying to pull him off as he continued to suck you off for all that you were worth. Your hand fell free when Mark finally pulled off, your cock giving a small twitch of interest as you watched Mark lick his lips satisfyingly. 

You opened your mouth when Mark flopped down beside you, his still hard cock rubbing against you, “what about–” you started to ask, only to be cut off when Mark kisses you. 

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you breathe. 

Mark lets out a hum of contempt as he runs his hands all over your body, “you are,” he sighs. You weren’t really sure how you being one orgasm down while he was still rock hard was satisfying, but you suppose you shouldn’t complain. 

Legs tangled together, you kiss until you’re nearly hard again, aided by Mark’s fingers as they dig into the skin of your ass cheeks to bring your cocks together. He pulls away momentarily to open one of the drawers to the nightstand, bringing a bottle of lube back with him.  

You turn onto your stomach in anticipation, waiting to hear the telltale sound of the cap opening. Seconds later, you instead feel soft kisses being pressed to your back. 

“Not yet,” Mark whispers into your ear, making you shiver. 

If he was going to make you wait, you might as well get comfortable. You curl your arms around one of the surprisingly soft pillows on the bed, waiting to feel what Mark is going to do next. 

Mark kisses down the knobs of your spin, down down down until he reaches the small of your back. You’re practically shaking by the time Mark grabs both of your ass cheeks and spreads you open. 

Your moan is muffled into the pillow as Mark licks slowly along your crack, his tongue only a faint whisper against your hole. It grows louder when Mark finally finds his, well… mark, alternating between broad strokes and pinpoint dips inside.   

Mark moans as he spears you open on his tongue, the sound going straight to your cock. His strong fingers dig into your skin, massaging the flesh below his hands. When you clench down his tongue, Mark’s fingers nearly tighten to the point of pain, but a sick part of you hopes– wants Mark to go past that and leave a trace of himself on your skin. 

Mark pulls away, but just far enough to spit on your hole, one of his fingers coming in quickly to press it inside slowly. Lax from his tongue and your first orgasm, Mark makes swift work preparing you with one finger, and soon after, a second is joining the first. 

On the first brush to your prostate, your back arches, your now fully hard cock coming into contact with the bedspread. You push your ass back as Mark scissors his fingers, groaning into the pillow at the slight burn. 

Mark lays a kiss on each cheek as he moves his fingers in and out before he licks inside, between his two fingers. 

You moan at the combined feel of Mark’s tongue and fingers, your cock throbbing when a third joins the second, knowing exactly what was about to come. As you adjust to his three fingers, your ears pick up on the sound of Mark’s lubed-up fist around his cock and his harsh pants behind you. 

Mark pulls his fingers free slowly, your hole clenching around nothing momentarily before the wet head of his cock was replacing his fingers. His body hovers over yours, arms beside your shoulders as he thrusts inside in one steady movement. 

You both groan when Mark bottoms out, his hips coming to rest against your ass. Marks lowers himself down, his body laid out over yours as he lays kisses across the back of your neck. 

You crane your neck to the side, Mark already knowing exactly what you want as he presses his lips to yours. As his tongue presses past your teeth, Mark circles his hips, your hole clenching around his cock. 

“Ready?” Mark asked, pulling away from the kiss to lick up the sweat on the back of your neck. 

“Yes yes yes,” you chanted, pressing your ass back, even if all you came into contact with was Mark’s hips. 

Mark pulls out slowly until just the head remains inside before thrusting right back inside. It only took just that one thrust for Mark to pick up his rhythm, fucking you into the bed on each thrust.

The smack of skin-on-skin rang loudly through the room, accompanied by the groan and creak of the bed below your combined weight. If there truly weren’t cameras in the room, it wouldn’t matter because if anyone even stepped down the hallway you were in, they’d be able to tell exactly what you were up to through the door. 

Shamelessly, you pushed back into Mark’s thrusts, fighting off the ball of pleasure you could steadily feel grow larger and larger on each one. 

Mark panted in your ear, moaning to the rhythm of his thrusts. He moved one of his hands below your body and between your legs to wrap his fingers loosely around your cock. 

You moved your hand to cover Mark’s, instead of pulling his fingers down to wrap around the base. You tightened your hold around his fingers, hoping that Mark would get the gist that you were trying to last as long as you could. 

When your hand fell away, so did Mark’s. Your mouth opens in protest, but as if Mark could read your mind, his lips were there on the back of your neck, kissing the skin softly in the form of an apology. His fingers moved down your cock and past your balls to press his fingers into your perineum, inner prostate stimulation meeting outer prostate stimulation. 

You cum with a shout, stars exploding behind your eyes as they roll back in your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure. 

After a few more stuttered-off thrusts, Mark cums. His cock goes in deep, and his cum goes in deeper, making a mess of your insides. Mark sobs through his orgasm, his arms wrapping tightly around your body to hold you close. 

Mark rolls you over onto your side, his body curled protectively around yours. He ran his hand softly across your stomach, right on top of where his hard cock was still pumping you full. 

“How do you feel?” You asked, your voice rough. 

“Good,” Mark replied, tangling your legs together, “tired,” he murmured. 

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you said, clenching down on his cock. 

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, “could say the same for you,” he said, wrapping a hand around your hardening cock. 

“Do you think it rubbed off?” You asked, reaching behind you to grab Mark’s ass when he rolled his hips forward.