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❝ HANDS UP! ❞ - Choso Kamo

" — HE CALLED US RIDE OR DIES — SO I HOPPED ON THE DICK AND RODE IT. "

₊˚༊*·˚ warnings. nsfw(18+), gun-play, notoriety au! choso, VERY extreme foreplay, p in v, choso fucks you on a pile of money, face-fucking, spanking, pounding, back shots, degradation, mixed in with praising, (slut/good girl/whore), cum eating, rough play, rough sex, cumming in mouth

₊˚༊*·˚ notes. ok ngl this piece had so many different story lines before I finalised with this one. that one fanart had me in a chokehold LOL. also ty to my girl @/m0nsterzl0ve for the thong part LMAOOO IT MADE ME CREAM!! also omg im so sorry this came out late. I kid u not, i fell asleep writing this cause of how exhausting this week was. but hey! it's out now 😭

4,918 words (17m read)

Both you, and your lover Choso were truly unstoppable. What started as innocent, pure sweethearts— to becoming the most wanted outlaws of your nation.

From paid assassinations, gas station robberies and big time heists. The two of you were equally as fucked up, and you couldn’t even remember how this lifestyle of yours came to be. Ruthless and unpredictable, your names were carved in the annals of notoriety.

And how? How have you not been caught yet? Hell, sentenced to death? Thanks to the countless identity changes, and the constant moving from state to state— my, were they clueless. The two of you knew this whole game inside out. It was the intricate, logical planning that got you what you needed every single time. Media from all over the world were never able to decipher your methods.

“..Speed it up a bit baby, we’ve got 60 seconds on the clock.” Choso notifies, voice muffled behind the fabric of his balaclava as he stuffed wads of cash into a duffel— This was light work, as if you were simply going grocery shopping.

Trying to suppress a giggle out of nervousness and pure excitement, you continue to do the same; filling the duffel to the brim with stacks of cash— the entire bag bulking on it’s sides, but fortunately you were able to zip the thing up.

Both of you had chosen to go for the casino downtown; an easy 150k cash out. It wasn’t as big as the others in the central city, but it was enough— since it’s less likely to stir up such commotion along the way.

You could hear the sound of heavy boots creeping up behind, a playful spank on your ass causing you to flinch. “Hey!” Scowling, you haul the duffel onto your back, glaring at Choso’s eyes that seemed to be squinting in the holes of his mask; but you just knew, he was grinning behind it.

“Twenty seconds,” he adds on, "Better make a run for that exit, or someone won't be enjoying $700 champagne tonight." A hand snakes around your waist, firmly gripping on your curves above the material of your black long-sleeve; your eyes rolling at his playful remark.

The officer guarding the safe was still knocked out cold, which gave you that one bit of assurance. And, the intended back-door exit wasn't blocked off, so that seemed like a good sign.

No alarms, nobody waiting outside for your presence. Just in and out of there, like a gust of wind— except the difference between you and the gale is that somebody would be coming out with a shit ton of cash.

Both peeling off your mask, you took a deep breath of air; Choso fiddling away with something on his trap phone.

"What're you doing?" Curious, you questioned your lover— walking over to your getaway car that was just stalled outside. Today's vehicle of choice was something luxury, but not too flashy— I mean, it's perfect since no one would question why you would carry so much money.

Choso hums, peeling his eyes away from the screen as he reached his side of the car, chucking the duffel into the minute space behind the driver's seat, and so, you do the same. "Just giving them the opportunity to take a 'lil nap."

With the click of a button, he was able to release BZ gas from the vents of the casino— allowing you two more time to get away, as media and authority may just take it as a separate terroristic threat, not realizing their vaults were wiped out.

As soon as the doors shut, you both break into laughter, Choso smiling as he cupped your cheeks into his palms; planting a loving kiss on your lips.

He pulls away, hands firmly gripping on the wheel as he takes a deep breath. "Fuck, 'can't believe we just did that." Shaking his head in disbelief, he continues, "We've been doing this for so long but it always seems like it's so—"

"Surreal?" You finish his sentence, reaching for the backpack below your feet; filled with you and Choso's post-heist disguises. Today's theme was a filthy rich, daddy's money couple, coming up with the style choice was always your favorite part.

Tossing a dress shirt, pants and neater shoes at Choso, you raised your hips from the seat, tugging on the waistband of your cargos as you shimmied them down your legs.

"Tell me, where you wanna stay for tonight? We've got all the money in the world." That was an overstatement, but you knew what he meant. Choso was quick in switching to his dress shirt, rolling up its sleeves up to his elbows, just enough to expose his perfectly veined forearms. His grip on the wheel tightens as he pulls away from the scene.

Struggling from the crammed space, but getting there in the end— you slid on a black strappy dress, followed with fashionable noir stockings; all while thinking of where would tonight's destination be. "Mmm, overnight at Bellagio?" You responded, fastening the ankle strap on your heels.

Choso's hand rests in place on your thigh, gripping at the soft flesh through the nylon. He remains focused on the road in front of him, but still somewhat alert for anyone who could potentially be trailing behind you guys.

After a short duration of flickering back and forth within the rear view mirror, he responds affirmatively. "Anything for my girl," Choso authentically smiles, sneaking in a quick glance at the side of your face.

Occupied, lining your lips in the passenger's mirror, you pucker; clicking the liners cap back on. "Baby, should I throw on that Mia Wallace wig too?"

What felt like ages, you both made it to Bellagio in the end. Hand in hand, you walked into the sumptuous lobby; Choso carrying the responsibility of handling the two duffel bags. And no, you didn't wear the wig.

"Baby, y'know how this place is reaalllly popular?" Your eyes peer up to his temples, Choso focused on locating the reception desk from how big this place was. "..What if they don't let us in?"

He scoffed, stopping in his steps, fully turning his body in your direction. "Don't worry, I'll make them if they won't." That meant two things. Either someone will lose their job today, or he'll shoot this place up. I'd rather option a.

For a place as luxurious as this, it was humorous to see only one receptionist behind such a massive, tall desk. The place was busy, which allowed the perfect environment to blend in with in case of an emergency.

Upon approaching the desk, the lone woman greets you in a chirpy voice. "Welcome to Bellagio! How can I be of service?" Pretending to type away at the keyboard, she looks up, crossing her arms on the surface.

Before you could speak, Choso gestured that he could handle this interaction with a quick look of assurance. Though you remained linked to his arm, manicured nails gently scratching at his skin; something you tend to do that he finds comforting.

"Could we book out the finest room you have?" He politely asks, thankfully with no threat in the tone of his voice. Though the receptionist's expression didn't look as promising. You took occasional peeps at his face, mesmerized by his looks; my, did you love his hair down.

"..That would be the Presidential Suite, but unfortunately prior booking is needed for that. I'll have to put you in the-"

He discreetly slides three, hundred dollar bills, the woman’s eyes locking onto the bribe; mouth hanging open and speechless. Who wouldn’t accept that?

Choso doesn't say anything else, but she gives in; looking around for anyone else near her before taking the cash. "..I'll need names, identification and duration of stay.."

You beamed a smile before reaching into your purse for the fake passports, probably the 25th one you've made during your career.

Handing the passports over, Choso stated that you'd be staying for two nights, under the names 'Liam Kennedy', and 'Anna Wong'. Names not too shabby, if you ask. Fine, maybe they were inspired by the all-time game you both loved.

The receptionist stands, sublimely gesturing to the direction of the elevator, which was situated at the far side of the lobby. "If you proceed to the lift, your room is on floor 36. The concierge may take your bagga-"

"No need, I'm carrying light." He smiles, lifting up the duffels with minimal strength before turning the two of you around. Picking up the pace, you hurried to the elevator, your heels clacking against the marble floors.

Butterflies danced around the chamber of your stomach, Choso gently pressing on your lower back as he guides you into the elevator. You couldn't stop smiling, while your lover on the other hand remained calm.

You faced the doors, watching as they close, Choso stepping forward to press on the 36th button high up the panel. "What's with all the cheesing?" He also happens to grin as a result of you, returning to his original position on your left.

"Hmm.. nothing," Biting down on your lower lip, both hands swayed your purse side to side as you watched the numbers on the monitor increase.

Choso snorts air out through his nostrils, simply not buying your answer. "..Right.." Analyzing your frame from top to bottom, he rapidly darts his eyes away; thoughts of your heeled, stocking covered legs hoisted atop his shoulders. "What're you thinking of doing when we get to our room?"

"I don't know, sleep?"

"..Mhm.." He nods slowly, deciding to accept your answer.

Ding!

"..Well, we're here," You blurted out, your sole, proper input for the duration of the ride.

Stepping out of the elevator, Choso's hands remained glued on your lower back as he reaches for the keycard in his pocket. You've noticed that your room was the only one on this entire floor. No wonder you'd need such an early booking for a room like this.

"Excited to see?" He jests, hovering the key card over the lock. You nod frantically, Choso finally unlocking the double doors; and fuck, was the room absolutely enormous, and extravagant.

It could pass as a complete apartment downtown— it literally had everything you needed. Even things you didn't think you needed.

Scurrying into the room, you pulled away from Choso’s forearm, attempting to take in your surroundings; mouth gawped in amazement at the king sized bed before you, facing a few floor-to-ceiling windows that had a perfect view of the strip.

It felt like a dream, and so you belly flopped onto the bed, arms and legs spread out wide; allowing yourself to stretch your limbs. Letting out a mewl of satisfaction, a sigh of relief passes your lips at the same time. Purse falling onto the carpeted ground, you daze at the ceiling, the freshly laundered smell of the 600 thread count sheets pleasant to your nose.

Hearing the main door automatically lock, Choso’s quiet patters entered the room after you. "I'll assume you're happy with the room?" He kicks off his shoes to give his feet a rest— paranoid, he glides a finger along the edges of tables and dressers for any planted bugs.

Finding nothing, he calms his nerves a bit— walking over to your sprawled out frame on the bed soon after.

You giggle, "More than happy. I'm over the moon." Choso all touchy with you all over again; he drags you closer to the edge of the bed, the man anchoring himself between your legs— an irritated yelp coming from you.

"..Choso.." Watching his every move, you softly pressed the flat of your heel on his chest, the man carefully caressing just under your calf; dangerously moving towards your inner thigh.

"What're we even gonna do with all this money?" You say, tilting your head back as you gain an upside down view of the duffel bags behind.

He places a kiss on your ankle, before lightly pressing his weight on you; reaching for the duffels bulking with cash. Choso rummages inside of the bag, "Dunno, maybe a holiday in Marbella?"

You roll your eyes, brows suddenly furrowing as you hear the familiar sound of a gun reloading just out of your vision. With the help of your elbows, you prop yourself up on the bed; uncontrollably dragging your heel down his body. "What the fuck, you brought that in with you? Thought you left that in the car?”

Properly sitting up, you rest, kneeled; Choso unphased by your reaction. "Yeah," he says, ever so nonchalantly and shrugging. "Never know what could happen."

He presses the metal tip of the glock on your clothed breasts, so gentle but firm at the same time. Your eyes trail down to your chest, Choso's voice catching you by surprise. "Come on, empty the duffels out on the bed. Let's see how much we've earned today."

Sighing, you crawled around on the bed on your hands and knees; grabbing one of the two bags to completely unzip it, absolutely bent over in front of your lover. The same metal barrel, now pressing against the curve of your ass. Taking a look behind your shoulder, you shoot him a death stare, Choso grinning at your reaction.

"What?"

"Stop that, or I'm throwing these bags out the window." Words laced with faux venom, it took all the muscles in you to refrain your lips from curling into a smile; Choso slowly moving the barrel further down.

It’s muzzle harmlessly pressing against your clothed hole— the fabric of your dress and underwear so thin. If it wasn't for the dress..

"You wouldn't dare." He teases, watching as you emptied out the contents of the bag; dollar bills flickering everywhere you could possibly imagine. Scooping a small pile into your hands, you push them up into the air; several bills fluttering around, decorating the bed and floors.

"..Seems like enough to me!" You exclaimed, feeling your body weight shift and sink down into the mattress; flat on your stomach. Choso falling forward, sandwiching you from behind.

Tittering, you claw for a handful of cash; legs squirming as you unmistakably feel his hard bulge stamped just below your ass. Turning your head 180°, your eyes bore into his; unimpressed.

"Well, looks like a grillion if you're on the bed too." He jokes and shrugs, holding your chin to turn your face towards him. Leaning in for another, more passionate kiss; wet lips latching onto each other effortlessly— almost as if you were made for each other.

A whine teases out of you, Choso moving his hand up that held the gun; stilling it's muzzle against your temple. His mouth moves just beside the shell of your ear, voice quietly whispering. "Let's lose the dress, hmm?" He purrs, free hand positioning on your throat as he feebly caresses the fragile skin with the use of his thumb.

You nod like a madman, Choso peppering kisses from your jaw to your shoulder blades; he let's go of the gun for the time being, placing it by your side. Now having two unoccupied hands, he tugs on the straps of your dress— ever so slowly bringing them down your arms. You, on the other hand helping him do so by lifting your hands up high.

Goosebumps form all over as his fingertips graze against your skin; hands now eagerly attempting to drag your entire dress off your body, Choso easily folding at the sight of your bare back. A strap catching onto your pointy heel, he was quick enough to solve the matter, hurling the garment to the corner of the room.

Lying on the sea of dinero, your nipples harden as being met with the mild air; Choso feeling down your body, kneading your ass like dough but partially annoyed by the nylon.

He stays tugging on the waist-band of your stockings, surprisingly patient this time as he waits for the green light. And when you approve, a harsh wrench brought them down to your knees.

You feel a stinging slap on your left cheek; a rosy imprint of his hand left behind. Feet jolting up in shock, forehead falling onto your arm as your breathing transitioned into something more labored.

"..Take your clothes off too," You murmured into your arm; but unfortunately he couldn't hear your request due to how faint the sound of your voice was.

"..Huh?" Choso repeating himself after no quick answer from you, "Baby, what'd you say?" A sudden yank at the ends of your strands has you hauling your stomach off the bed. Your back leaning against his firm chest; his hands make their way underneath your chin for the second time, the familiar, cold barrel focused on your same temple. "I can't hear you.."

Panicked, your hands desperately find something to hold on to, accidentally going for his crotch, he grunts; grip on your chin becoming more intense.

"I said.. take your clothes off t-too." You squeal, trying to get a look at him with the corner of your eye, your boyfriend looked satisfied, which unfortunately you weren't able to see for yourself. "It can't just be me who's fucking naked,"

Cackling, he reaches between you both to press against the middle of your back with the flat of his palm; pushing you forward onto the mattress, your body lightly bouncing as you put your hands out for support.

The bed shifts underneath you, Choso marching around with the gun still glued in his hand— the man physically leaving your side. You observe him like a hawk as he crawls onto the bed, parting both legs to have you in his sight. He could’ve sworn that a moan almost slipped past his lips— due the fact that he now had a perfect view of your front.

Choso pats on his lap, "Come to me baby," And like a spell, you shamelessly scramble nearer to his crotch, the piles of cash shuffling underneath your knees. "So obedient, aren't you?"

He smiles, proud; squeezing a boob of yours, twisting and pinching at the correlating nipple. You whimper, and Choso grabs a hold of your wrist; placing your hand flat onto his crotch, carefully guiding you to feel him up. "Go on," his voice low, "..It's all yours,”

Attempting to cover up his arousal, Choso shifts his hips around; that move of his that had you pooling each time. He sees you waste no time in going for his buckle— undoing it with one fast motion, you were aching to have him in any sort.

So impatient, you yearned for his touch, holding yourself back from pouncing on him this instant.

You feel yet another firm grip on your wrist, “Slowly baby..” Choso quietly speaks, tone soft, taking note of your pent-up behaviour. “.Don't gotta rush, we have all the time in the world.”

Retracting your hand back, you rest on your heel, palms patiently waiting on your lap— Choso pulls down his own pants, deliberately relaxed; he tries not to laugh at you in front of him, who was bound to lose her mind any minute.

Meanwhile, you swiftly undo your heels ankle straps, taking occasional glares at Choso who seemed to be ready before you— he waits in silence, palming himself through his briefs.

His dress shirt was unbuttoned completely, but left on, though his chest and perfectly sculpted, gifted abs still peeked through. Wincing, you struggle to get the last heel off; it’s strap coincidentally being temperamental.

Shortly after a second attempt, it finally fucks off— the man amused at how agitated you were, almost smashing the window with your shoes in the midst of flinging them off the bed. And the stockings— you almost forgot, what an absolute nuisance. Of course they peeled off way quicker than intended.

With a sharp breath, you turn back around to him, Choso still leisurely rubbing his length through the straining fabric— his trousers only halfway down his thighs.

As your fingers snapped against the thin fabric of your thong, itching to slip them off— he stops you, “..Ah-, leave those on.”

Confused, you didn’t know what to say; while Choso thinks nothing of it. Instead, he drags his own briefs down by the waist band, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen.

“Get closer,” He commands, a calloused hand meeting your hip as you close the distance between the two of you. Straddling his lap, you mentally curse at your underwear acting as a barrier, prohibiting you from being able to feel his bare cock.

“..I wanna ride you- please,” Sentence finishing in a voice crack, you genuinely beg; Choso placing, this time, both hands comfortably on either side of your waist— his thumbs caressing your velvety skin.

“—That what you want?” He looks up at you above him, fighting the urge to fondle with your breasts for the millionth time.

A tiny peep is what you could only make out, followed by a weakly bob of your head. "Yes.. please.."

"Up," Lightly tapping his fingertips behind, you raise your hips; Choso using a finger to wedge your thong to the side— index holding onto the garment, he cheekily glides his middle finger through your folds, lips quivering as he brushes against your bundle of nerves.

With his other pointer and thumb, Choso guides his cock, aligning it with your leaking hole— tip teasing just against the opening. "I'm gonna put it in, a'ight doll?" He was absolutely doing your head in, and you knew better than to be impatient, and force it in yourself.

At his own strength, he sinks you down onto his girthy cock; your walls wrapping around every inch. Both groan, Choso's fingertips digging into your hips— the back of his head resting against the pillow.

"Fuck- ride that dick baby," Choso manages to grunt out, lifting his head to have you in his view again. Riding him like a cowgirl on a horse, his hands join in rhythm with your movements— your tits bouncing in his face.

Bothered by the chafing of your thong as you roll your hips back and forth, you whimper; holding onto his thigh behind for support.

Moans coming out in short breaths, Choso reacts the same; balls throbbing at the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you completely. Admiring your figure, his curious hands roam all over the surface of your body, taking you all in for himself.

"That all you got?" He jeers, noticing how you struggle to move on your own— you hated riding, but sometimes; duty calls.

"It's tiring, Choso," Complaining, your movements come to a halt in protest; your boyfriend breaking into laughter. "..Maybe you be in my shoes for once."

"Get the fuck off," A slap on your ass and his cock slides out of you, Choso effortlessly flipping you back onto your stomach. Raising you on your hands and knees again, he grabs onto your hips; pressing down on your spine to shape you into a more, defined arch.

And that gun— that damned, glock; rests on your lower back, secured in his hold. All while Choso carries out the exact routine of shifting the string of your thong to the side. Why wouldn't he just rip them off?

An orb of warm spit falls onto your asshole, trickling down past your cunt; he rubs the natural lubricant in, his aching red tip teasing both folds and stimulated bud.

Satisfied enough with all the foreplay, his cock pushes in, and still, you weren't used to the size. "..Oh, my-" You groan into your arm, Choso keen with gratification, no delay in fucking in and out of you.

He reaches for something on your side, what seems to be a handful of hundreds; rustling emits from behind he clips it between the waistband of your thong, the bucking of his hips gradually increasing in speed.

"Damn, 'ts like you're my lil stripper, huh? Sexy fuck doll who likes to be treated like a slut?" Vocal chords shaking with each staggered thrust, a sinister smile plasters onto his face— impressed at your walls clenching around him because of his filthy words.

The heavy metal barrel rests on your spine as he ruts into you, Choso relentlessly grunting, your ass rippling against his pelvis. He had no plan in relation to stopping whatsoever. In distress, you rock your hips back towards him to feel his fat cock deeper in your gut; Choso taking note of your actions.

"If you want it harder, just say so," Your mouth ajar, he starts to fuck you into the mattress, strong hands keeping you in a fixed position; Choso places his soles down on the bed for more leeway, deepening into your gummy spots.

Pouting, your jaw clenches as he rearranges your guts; buckets of sweat glistening your foreheads, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"C-Choso," You wail, feet kicking about from the immense pleasure, your hand snaking down between your legs to lazily rub at your clit, but he notices; of course he does.

"Look at this desperate whore," He spits out, words so filthy and degrading it could only excite you more. "Doing things I didn't even tell her to." The steel barrel digs into the back of your head, Choso mercilessly pounding into your hole— a cacophony of skin slapping and helpless moans fill the room.

You thoroughly feel every inch of him, every vein rubbing against your walls— hole about to remember the exact shape. A significant whimper slipping past your lips as he continues to rut into your sweet spot, you let out a gush of inhumane noises, so thankful that you were the single room on this floor.

"You like that?" A harsh spank on your ass, and his hot breath tickles against your ear, his voice sultry, and low; also intimate and quiet.

"I do- I do," Blabbering the same words over and over, he rests the metal under your chin, your head holding up at your own will, mouth gaped as a result of nothing else coming out.

"So pretty, taking me whole like a good slut," His movements slow, but still passionate and deep; he whispers, "Tell me- tell me where you want my cum," Your head resting against his shoulder as he trails kisses behind your ear between words.

"Inside," You sob, warm tears staining your face as you string together the simplest words, just to pass on the message. "Inside, I want it inside my mouth,"

Even though you wanted him to breed you badly, you couldn't risk bearing a child with such an insane criminal record. This wasn't the perfect time to do so.

Choso tuts, sliding his cock out of your hole; a cry forcing out of you from the emptiness, but he turns you over on your back, hushing your pleas. "Not so fast, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over this cock,"

Thumb swiping on your cheek bone, Choso traps you underneath him, large hands flat on either side of your head, in which he finally lets the glock go.

Instead, he weaves his fingers within yours, the other hand pushing his length back into you, your back arching against the mattress, brows furrowing; same with Choso's.

Eyes rolling into the back of your head, Choso impossibly leans in closer, cock drilling into you, providing with cervix bullying thrusts as he held your frame in his embrace, gently caressing your hair; mind in the clouds as he fucked the shit out of you.

"You gotta cum?" He urges, and an approving cry chokes out of you, Choso whispering sweet nothings, sucking on your skin to decorate your neck and collarbone like a canvas. He latches onto your nipple, moaning and eyes squeezing shut as he sucks to his heart's content.

Upon pulling away, the cold air clashes with the warmth of his breath that he left behind— leaving your nipples to stay erect and swollen.

"Let it all out doll, come on," He coos, your hands intertwined more intensely as you shot your eyes wide open, wanting to see him in your vision before your impending orgasm washes over you.

Your free hand tapping on his bicep, you bring him closer for a wet kiss, jntense high fucking your mind up as your walls convulsed around his length, Choso whimpering into the kiss at the feeling- whimpers that you hungrily swallow.

His hips imprudently slam into you harder for the last few thrusts, resulting in excess juices uncontrollably joining your release, making a mess all over the duvet and his dark grey pants, and shit- the money.

He peels your legs off his torso, massaging the plump on your thigh with a quick motion. Cock slipping out of your hole— cock covered with your slick.

A hand jerking it all the way down to his shaft as he grabs you by the scalp, guiding his tip towards your lips. "Ahh.." Gently slapping it along the plush flesh, he commands you to open wide; and you obey, tongue stuck out.

But Choso catches you by surprise— fully pushing his cock down into your mouth, tip bullying the back of your throat as he whines, "Just like that baby, good girl, breathe.."

Bottoming into your cock-sleeve of a mouth, hairs tickled your nose as several ropes of warm cum shoots down the back; eyes shutting you hummed- vaccuuming in a generous amount of air through your nostrils.

His mouth flies open, frozen in spot as he twitches; hands trembling as he tries to keep your head in his grasp. "T-taking my cock so well, aren't you?" So whipped for you and your pussy, your warm throat made him snap- if he could, he'd stay like this forever.

You gag around his cock, several more tears welling in your eyes, your hands clinging onto his waist as he face-fucks you, Choso panting like a dog just above.

Elated, he slips out of your mouth; beads of white dripping down your chin. He throbs at your cock-drunk daze, trying to beat down the desire of using you like a complete whore.

He knew the two of you were exhausted after todays rendezvous, and whatever the fuck that just was.

Using his tip to smear the residue all over your face, he leans in to give you a fucked up kiss on your cum covered lips, a string of a blend of whatever substance connecting the two of you.

Leaves you to wonder, is that what happens to ‘string’ you both together in this life of deviancy?

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 , 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒜𝐿𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒯𝐻𝒜𝑀)

al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ student - teacher / modern au ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. public sex (?) spanking (belt). degrading kink. praise kink. size kink. creampie. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

i think im becoming alhaitham crazy recently,, i can't stop thinking about him 'n writing 4 himmm . . agghhh hes soso perfect . . alsooo, art credits go to @/eriimyon ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

You could only focus on the sound of his footfalls, his presence so strong it made you quiver. His hand was a heavy weight against your shoulder, the other gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. They were so pretty, even now, a darkened, stormy green that had you melting, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Look at me," his voice was soft, yet his tone was authoritative, making you squirm in your seat. You were practically dripping, the need to feel him inside you becoming almost unbearable. The smirk on his face only served to make your cheeks flare, and your eyes darted away, trying to find a distraction. A mistake, really, one that had you gasping, the sharp sting of his hand meeting your cheek causing you to jolt. "Eyes on me, brat. Don't make me ask you again."

Your head whipped to him, and he chuckled, a deep, dark sound that had your heart skipping a beat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, breath warm and ghosting over the sensitive skin.

"What should I do with you?" He asked, his tone mocking, and his grip on your chin tightened. "You've been so distracted in class, always squirming in your seat." Your eyes squeezed shut as he nipped at the lobe of your ear, teeth tugging gently. You could hear the buckle of his belt unclasping, and your breath hitched, anticipation flooding you. A sudden lurch, and your body moved, your cheek hitting the table, the wood cold against the warmth of your flushed skin. You felt his hands tugging at the hem of your skirt, pulling it up over your ass, and the sound of his belt whistling through the air only served to make your pussy pulse.

"So needy, aren't you? You're dripping through your panties." His hands caressed the flesh of your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft skin, his fingers digging into the pliant muscle. The cool leather of the belt traced along the curve of your ass, and you sucked in a breath. Your mind went blank when the leather met your skin, the crack of the belt sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. "Count for me, brat." He demanded, and you managed a nod, the sting of the first lash still lingering. Another crack, and a strangled moan left your lips, a gasp and a stuttered 'one' tumbling out. By the fifth lash, tears had started to gather in your eyes, and your voice had grown hoarse, a puddle of drool gathered below you.

"Good girl." He praised, his thumb rubbing against the sore flesh of your ass, a low, content hum leaving him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to each asscheek, his thumbs spreading them apart, and you whined, his gaze boring into your exposed cunt. "So wet for me. Such a good girl." His praise sent a fresh wave of slick pouring out of you, a soft cry leaving your lips. You felt as if you could cum hands free, the throb of your neglected clit almost painful. A sniffle, and he was there, his body draping over you, the heat of his chest a welcome presence. He hushed you, his fingers carding through your hair, brushing away the strands that clung to the tear tracks on your cheeks. You nuzzled against his palm, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. "That's it. What do you need?"

"Sir," you whined, his name coming out more as a gasp than anything. You ground back against him, his bulge meeting the curve of your ass, the friction of the zipper causing you to moan. "Sir..need it..want your cock, please.." You begged, the haze of lust nearly taking over, your words barely intelligible. You heard him groan, and you felt the warmth of his body leave you, the absence almost too much. You let out a noise of protest, your hips canting backwards, desperate for some form of relief.

"Stay put." He ordered, and you managed a nod, not trusting yourself to speak, the lump in your throat far too much to push through. You squeezed your thighs together, the wetness making your skin stick, and you whimpered, the stimulation not enough. A hand met the curve of your ass, and a yelp left you, your head snapping to him.

"Don't move. If you want my cock, then be a good girl, and stay still." The promise was almost too much, and you buried your face in your arms, a muffled 'sorry' leaving you.

"Good girl."

He pulled his length free from the confines of his pants, hissing at the relief, the fabric of his underwear almost too much to handle. Precum dribbled from the head, and he smeared it over the pink, glistening head, his eyes rolling back as he stroked himself, gathering up the bead of precum that collected at the tip. It was only after his length was covered with his own slick did he move, lining himself up, his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled, his fingers tangling in the soft, silken strands, a cry leaving your lips.

"Ready, brat?" He asked, a breathless chuckle leaving him, the sound turning into a low moan as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Filthy girl.. Is this what you've been thinking of during my lectures?" You were embarrassed at how quickly you nodded, a moan leaving you as he teased you with the head of his cock, the sensation enough to drive you insane.

With a sharp thrust, he sheathed himself inside of you, the tight heat of your cunt sending his head spinning, the groan that left him nearly animalistic. You keened, the sudden intrusion almost too much, his length filling you far better than any toy ever could. He didn't give you time to adjust, and the burn of his cock stretching you open was almost euphoric, your hands clutching the table for dear life. He pulled back, the drag of his cock nearly too much, before he slammed back in, the desk jerking with the force. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, and you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. You could hear him cursing under his breath, his own moans intermingling with your cries, a chorus of pleasure. You were sure that someone would hear, the obscene noises far too loud to be concealed, but the thought only spurred you on.

His hips pounded against yours, the pressure of his fingers holding you in place, the bruises already forming. Your fluttering, gummy walls hooked around him, as if refusing to let him leave. He could feel you pulsing, the rhythm of your cunt squeezing him, trying to milk him for all he had. He was so close, the urge to paint your walls white driving him on, his grip on your hair tightening, forcing you to arch, a wail leaving you, your pussy clamping around him. You were right there, the knot in your belly tight, the pleasure almost painful. You could feel your release building, his name falling from your lips, a litany of curses and pleas for him not to stop. Each thrust of his hips was met with a roll of your own, your body working towards your release, the head of his cock pounding against the sweet spot that had your vision going white. His fingers found their way to your clit, and it was enough to send you spiraling, your cunt spasming, clenching around his cock as your orgasm wracked through you. You could vaguely hear him groaning, his pace stuttering as his own release took him over, his cum shooting deep into your throbbing, clenching cunt.

He continued to rut into you, a shaky sigh leaving him, his cock twitching with each spurt of his seed. "Haah.. fuck, you take me so well," he murmured, and a weak moan left you, the sensation almost too much. With a final groan, he pulled out, and a hiss left him, his own cum dripping from your used pussy. "Such a good girl." His praise had you preening, and his fingers slipped inside of you, pumping lazily. A squeal left you, your oversensitive body jumping at the sensation. He chuckled, and you could feel his lips press against the back of your neck, his tongue dragging along the sweat-slick skin. "What do you say?" His tone was mocking, a knowing smirk on his face, and you felt the blood rushing to your cheeks, a whine leaving you.

"T-thank you, sir.." You mumbled, and he let out a laugh, his thumb finding its way to your clit, pinching the swollen nub between his fingers. The cry that left you was almost shameful, the sound bordering on a sob, your body jumping. You could feel him press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, his voice a soft murmur.

"My pleasure."

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