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Part something of maybe 12 of the wheel of smut for my mutuals. I was on a roll and wrote like half of them immediately I think and now I have the other half.

This is for @namine-somebodies-nobody we like never talk but I see you in my notifs all the time and I love you sm. Bc of the prompt this is more modern time.

Prompt: him finding a horny posting blog that you run

Isaac knocks on your door. "Hello?" The door gets pushed open and he peaks inside. "Where is she?" He steps inside holding a small stack of books.

There was something she was looking for and so he pulled a few books from the library. He sets them on her desk and glances at her laptop screen.

It was on a site he hasn't seen before. He only meant to glaze over the words but then he was stuck reading it.

It was some kind of social media site from what he can tell, but it also seemed like a blog. The more he read the more he could feel his face warming up. Next thing he knew he hit the down arrow key and started scrolling through, barely noticing that all of these posts were by the same person.

Oh to ne pinned down and mercilessly fucked like caught prey

A day where I don't wake up with a cock prodding at my cunt is another wasted day

Wake me up by rubbing your cock against my pussy, slide it up and down, softly groaning in my ear as precum leaks from your angry tip, excited to slip into my wet hole.

Not to mention the sexual images. Some of the gifs he comes across are full on porn.

He keeps reading. He can't look away. The next is much more erotic than the last. What are you doing on a site like this?

The sound of the door being pushed open doesn't snap him out of it.

"Isaac? What are you doing?"

He jumps and starts to panic. He quickly turns around, his face quite flushed. "N-nothing! I-I brought you those books!"

He's so not good at this.

You see your laptop open and realize what he saw. You rush over and quickly close. "You weren't supposed to-"

"I didn't mean to look, I'm sorry!"

You're both in a panic. Your face starts getting warm as well. Neither of you are sure of what to say next. How do you explain that to him? How much did he read? What did he read?

"I-I have some things to do," Isaac does an awkward side step towards the door. Was he really going to act like he didn't just read that? "I will see you around dinner."

Isaac finally leaves the room, closing the door. You open your laptop again to see what he could have read.

"... He's going to think I'm a whore."

Isaac goes back to his room and sits at his desk. He has been teaching himself how to fix modern phones and has pieces all over his desk.

He can't concentrate however. Some of those posts keep playing in his head.

Pull my hair and fuck me til I pass out. Then keep fucking me

I love it when you grab my head and make me choke on your cock 💖

If you don't leave marks when you choke me, it isn't real

Did she write those? But he would never be that rough with you. Are you cheating on him?

"No! She would never. She wouldn't," his voice trails off as he rests his head in his hands. Maybe he isn't enough. Does he not please you enough? "Do I need to do more?"

More of the posts go through his mind, trying to imagine you and him in the scenario

Fucking her like she's only there for your pleasure and nothing else

Is that really how she wants to be treated? There's no way he read that right. There's no way-

You're a fleshlight, why would you need a safeword? I'm giving you what you want.

Actually there's no way he could treat you like that.

"Ugh!" He pulls his hair slightly and tries to relax. "Maybe...maybe I can try something. Maybe meet her in the middle somewhere."

He gets worried about him not being enough for you. He feels that he is disappointing you. The longer he thinks about it the more flustered he gets. He should just talk to you about it. Clear it up. But that's nerve-wracking.

You get nervous when Isaac doesn't show up for dinner. Normally you wouldn't think twice about it, maybe he just got lost in his work. Does he not want to see you now?

You prepare a plate of food for him and go to his room. You don't bother knocking on his door and just push it open.

"Isaac? I brought you dinner," you come in with a tray and bottle of rouge.

He is still at his desk, his back away from you, still working. "Thanks. But I'm not hung-"

Before he can finish you set the tray on the desk, being sure it doesn't set on any of the pieces he has laid out.

"Of course you're hungry," he just doesn't realize it. You sit on his bed.

You both sit there in awkward silence for a few moments.

"About what you read-" now you get cut off.

"Is that what you are.. into?" He doesn't know how to word it. He's so bad about talking about this.

"I...I mean. Sort of," you look down. You might like it but it feels different to talk about it.

Isaac sets his tools down and turns to look at you trying to figure out where this conversation is going.

"You think it's gross, don't you?

"N-no! No no no!" He would never admit that anyway. He finds it a bit odd but if you are into it he would never say that.

Instinctively, his fingers twirl through his hair. You know what that means and you're trying to fight out how to get out of this conversation.

"Do I not do enough to... satisfy you?"

And now you're deeper into the conversation.

"No you do!" You quickly answer. You don't want him to get the impression that you have to think about it. "It's just that..." Now you are playing with the hem of your shirt. You're both nervous about this. "..but I would like to try new things."

"New things?"

"O-only if you're comfortable with it though!"

You don't want to make him do something too wild at first.

"What kind of things?"

You pause. What are some of the less kinky things you want to try? Which ones would he really be open to?

"Maybe pulling my hair. Choking. Biting me more," your voice is quiet. You talk about these things online with no issue so why is it difficult with your boyfriend.

You can tell Isaac is trying not to have much of a reaction. He knows these aren't even 'kinky' things. Sure he can bite you, but won't you pass out eventually? Pulling your hair doesn't seem too bad. But choking you? He's not sure he can do that. How is that enjoyable?

"I can try those," his voice is also quiet. You're not sure if it is because he's shy or unsure.

Feeling satisfied with how the conversation has gone, and not wanting it to get worse, you get up from his bed, taking a few steps to get closer to him to kiss him.

"Eat some dinner, okay?" You glance at the plate you brought him with the rouge alongside it. "Goodnight, I love you."

He kisses you back. "I love you too, goodnight."

He lets out an exasperated sigh once you leave.

A few days pass since that very awkward conversion. You've been a little more cautious about how you leave your laptop. As uncomfortable as that may have been, you can't imagine if it was anyone else who found it.

But now Isaac is being a little more rough with you. His build might be small but maybe that vampire strength theory is true.

His door quickly shut and he has you pinned against the wall, kissing you. His hands are under your shirt, all over your body. Your hands are doing no different to him. Trying to get his shirt off.

One hand reaches down grabbing your ass. You press your body into his and moan in approval. His other hand grabs you and before you know it he's picked you up.

Your arms drape over his shoulders, your lips never parting until he drops you on his bed. The front of you feels cold without him against you, but you both quickly start to undress.

Isaac gets on the bed, getting between your legs, going back to kissing you. While you hold his face in place, he squeezes your tits.

It's not like he hasn't done this before but he feels as if he's trying to be rougher. In general he often forgets you aren't as fragile as you may look.

You can feel his tip, you try to move your hips like you're trying to get him inside you. One hand leaves your chest, dragging down your skin until it reaches your hips. He pushes you back down into the bed, holding you so you don't move.

You can't help but whine. You spread your legs wider, showing that you're desperate.

Taking the invitation he slides into you, both of you moaning. His thrusts start soft until he gets comfortable. Then he quickly gets faster and rougher.

That is not unlike him, but what you want is his hand around your neck. You didn't bother trying to ask, not yet anyway.

You try talking between moans. "Isaac.. p-pull my hair."

"How should I..?" He tried not to slow his hips down while he thought about how he's supposed to do it. Grab a fist full and pull? Go closer to the scalp? Top of the head, base of the neck? He's making this much more complicated than it needs to be.

You don't want to use words. Too much right now. "Like this," you smirk and grab hair at the nape of Isaac's neck and tug it back.

Oh that cute moan he made ignited something in you. You comb your fingers through his hair and tug it more, to show him how it's done of course, no other reason.

His cheeks were flushed. He's embarrassed to have moaned like that. But now he tries it on you. You exaggerate a moan to get him to do it more.

It's just that you have so much hair that he isn't sure if one place is better than another. He manages to grab hair from the back of your head and tugs it to tilt your head back.

You truly moan more that time. He seems to have an idea and grabs your hair in a way that he can tug your head to the side.

With his thrusts still keeping pace, he buries his face into your exposed neck to bite you. You moan louder and your hips buck up into his.

"Isaac!"

His grip on you tightens as he drinks your blood. Your blood is so addictive. He pulls his lips back and bites you in another spot, only taking a bit of blood from each wound.

Your moan was louder the second time. Then he did it a third time. He really wants to leave a mark on you.

The third time did you in. You don't think you've ever cummed so quickly.

Even after tightening around him, Isaac keeps thrusting into you. He licks each of your bites before letting your hair go.

You couldn't be bothered to try to get him to choke you this time. One step at a time.

He holds your hands to the bed, thrusting deeper. You felt like you could pass out from all those bites, but you didn't want him to stop. You forced yourself to stay conscious.

"I-Isaac," you whine is name, trying to reach up for a kiss.

He closes the gap, kissing you roughly. You can taste your blood on his lips. He lets your hands go to be able to touch your body, being rough with where he grabs.

You start to rock your hips with his to help you stay awake, any movement helps. Isaac starts moaning into your kiss.

His thrusting is getting rougher like he's getting more desperate. Your kiss breaks.

"Ahh- Fill me," you moan.

In moments his cum spills out into you. He bites his lip, not wanting to be too loud, but moans still spill out.

As his movement come to a stop, you both begin to pant. He looks at the bite marks, hoping he didn't hurt you too badly. Those marks were going to be there for a few days, and deep down you were hoping everyone would be able to see.

Your eyes flutter, finally wanting to pass out. Isaac gets off the bed.

"Let me get you something to drink."

He went to grab his clothes but you grabbed his arm to pull him back onto the bed

"Nooo," you whine. You hold onto him as if your life depended on it. "Stay."

Isaac puts his arms around you, rubbing your back, getting you to fall asleep in moments.

#😳 PULLING ISAAC'S HAIR

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