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scary-event2369 · 2 months

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Yandere! Alien (ONE-SHOT)

I’m sick as hell rn and I just want to write. Sorry it’s been awhile TT

Never wrote something like this before so be nice but criticism is always welcome!!

Also been awhile since I wrote smut, so i apologize if it’s not good either

Content: AFAB Reader (no gendered terms used), aphrodisiac effect (alien’s saliva), sexual themes, alien dick (ikyk) oviposition (egg-laying/having eggs inside you), breeding, brief mention of blood. P -> V. Cunnilingus. This is a lighter yandere. —

You headed up to your grandparents' mountain cabin, craving some alone time to clear your head and unplug. It was meant to be a chill getaway, a routine check. The cozy rustic vibes inside welcomed you, but what caught you off guard was the sight of an alien, looking totally puzzled by a simple piece of fruit. It was almost cute, but definitely not part of the plan.

It was not even a full 24-hours before you heard a loud crash outside. Your first thought was a tree possibly falling. To your surprise, there was this odd pod thing sitting there.

You immediately wanted to call someone, but then you remembered. No service, no humans around for miles – classic mountain problems. However, your curiosity got the best of you, so you grabbed a stick and poked the mysterious pod. It hissed open, releasing a fog that revealed a towering alien.

This dude was something else. Humanoid, but not quite right. Terrifying yet strangely captivating. Pale, almost ghostly skin, cat-like features with pointy ears and weird dark marks all over. Antennas sticking out of his head and long silky smooth white hair flowing down.

Now, a few days later, he couldn't take his eyes off an apple, completely captivated like a kid in a candy store. His long finger reached out, gently tapping it.

"Want a bite?" I interrupted his apple stare-down. He turned to me, his language sounding weird, definitely not from around here, but the guy picked up English crazy fast.

"Can eat this?" he questioned, his voice all deep and otherworldly, like trying to put words to an alien sound. I nod, “Yeah go ahead. It’s pretty tasty.”

He snatched the apple, giving it a good sniff and admiring its vibrant red hue. Hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to take a cautious bite. His eyes widened, almost sparkling with surprise. Without wasting any time, he went for another bite, a grin spreading across his face.

A little chuckle escaped me."So, what do you think? Is the apple a hit?” I asked him between giggles. His mouth was full of the apple, the juice pouring down her cheek. “Apple... good," he responded with a few mysterious words, likely compliments, before switching back to English. "Tastes like Earth. Want more."

"More apples?" I questioned, making sure. His face lit up with happiness as he nodded. I got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I grabbed more apples, including some oranges and pears for good measure. Dumping the fruity treasure on the end table, I declared, "Voila!"

He gobbled up the whole apple, even the core, and then flopped into a chair by the table. Snatching an orange, he sniffed it just like he did with the apple. A big bite, some chewing, and he declared, "Different, but good,” he mumbled with a nod. "Earth food, good." I shook my head, chuckling. "No, you can't eat the skin like that. Let me peel it for you," I said, quickly peeling it for him. "Here, give it another shot. It'll be way tastier this way." I held out the peeled orange, urging him to try it again.

He narrowed his eyes at it, unsure, then decided to take another bite. The look on his face mirrored the one he had when munching on the apple. "This is real good," he exclaimed, before launching into a stream of excited chatter in his own language. "You," he stopped to find the right word. "Smart! Lots of cool things. I wanna know more."

I flashed him a smile, saying, "Awh, thanks! I'm curious to know more about you too." We took a little pause, just locking eyes. His big, dark, almost black orbs were fixed right on me, kind of hypnotic. I turned my head and blurted out, "So, um, what else do you wanna find out?" His intense look left me a bit flustered.

I still felt his intense gaze burning into the side of my head. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and yanked me back onto the couch, plopping down beside me. I was a bit confused, but I took this as him wanting to know what this was. “Oh, this thing? It's a couch. Like a big chair, so more people fit on it," I explained.

He gave a little nod, inching closer. Those eyes were still locked onto mine, like he had something important to say but was stuck on the words. Next thing I knew, his hands were on my cheeks, squishing them, and his forehead rested against mine. Our noses touched. If you told me a few days ago that a massive alien would nuzzle noses with me and I'd just roll with it, I'd have called you nuts. However I just let it happen. Despite us knowing each other only a few days I felt a strange trust and connection to him.

I raised an eyebrow, still kinda confused but not backing off. His fingers, long and gentle, traced my cheek, giving me a ticklish feeling. His breath brushed against my face, and he stayed quiet. “So… is this some alien custom or what?" I questioned, getting even more confused by all the physical contact. He nodded, making a small clicking noise. Then he began to say a bunch of words in his native language. I think he could notice I wasn't understanding in the slightest because he let out a huff before he kissed me quickly.

I gasped at the sudden feeling. It wasn't like any regular kiss; it was way more enjoyable, sending a tingling and numbing feeling through me. His lips still held the sweetness from the fruit we had earlier.

His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me in closer, while the other one continued to gently stroke my cheek. A warmth began to wrap around me, it was a strange feeling, but one I wasn’t pulling away from.

I shut my eyes and leaned in, returning his kiss. A surge of warmth enveloped us, almost like a sweet paralysis. It was too irresistible to pull away.

The hold he had on the back of my neck got a bit tighter. It didn’t hurt but it was obvious he didn’t want me to pull away, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. His soft lips were intoxicating, both of our lips moving in rhythm.

His tongue teased my bottom lip, coaxing them to open. It felt like an aphrodisiac, a warm and comforting sensation. Slowly, I surrendered as he pressed me down onto the couch, rendering me completely immobile.

Breaking away, he panted slightly, and we gazed at each other breathlessly. It felt like we were just staring at each other for hours, even though it was only a couple seconds. The warm feeling growing in my chest and stomach was growing, it was pure need.

Gasping for breath, he uttered "Xylorvex," a word in his native tongue. Pausing for a moment, thinking, he repeated, "Mate. You're mine, all mine." With that, he pressed his head against my neck, as he began to kiss and suck the skin.

The words hit me, making my face burn as he nibbled and kissed my neck. His teeth were sharp, but he tried to be gentle, though sometimes he bit too hard, making me bleed.

Yet, he was quick to lick and clean the wounds, sending a rush of arousal through me. My body went numb, and all I could feel was the strange alien's touch. His kisses left me craving more. "P-please," I stammered, desperate.

The strange creature stared at me, clearly confused. I let out a groan and pleaded, "I need more," hoping it would catch my drift. It took a while but then he nodded, finally understanding as his long fingers slowly pulled down my pants and now slicked covered underwear.

The cold air on my bare pussy made me flitch and shiver slightly. He brought one his face down and looked at it which only made me more embarrassed but aroused. After a while he brought his hand towards it, going up and down the folds, gathering more of the wetness. I let out a shaky moan and quivered slightly. I was so turned on it was almost painful. The creature watched as my pussy convulse around nothing. He slowly brought his face towards it as he began to carefully lap the folds. I cover my mouth as I let out a loud mouth. My breathing has gone heavy yet shallow as he continued licking and sucking. It was tingling in a way that caused more sensations than ever. I grabbed a handful of his hair, not knowing whether I was pulling him closer or pushing him away.

“Sweet. Like fruit,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving my cut as it dripped leaving a small pool onto the couch. He quickly went back towards it, slurping up all the arousal that poured out of me. He was mostly silent throughout this, a few clicks that I took as happiness as his half-lidded eyes switched from my pussy to my face. Luckily enough I was making enough noises for the both. It was only a matter of minutes before I felt my orgasm building full force. He began to swirl his long tongue around my clit sucking on it before going back towards my hole pushing his tongue in. “Nghh~ ah fuck~” I moaned out loudly as I came all over his face. The slick trailing down his chin as he made sure to give my pussy a few more kisses before sitting back up and looking at me. “Good?” I nodded as my chest went up and down heavily. I have never experienced anything like that before and it took a lot of the energy out of me. He smiled slightly as he then took off his pants showing his now fully erect dick, it was nothing like you have ever seen before. It was long and girthy, with the same black markings that were across his skin. It was veiny, and twitching. Despite being quiet it was obvious he was just as excited as you were.

He slowly rubbed the entrance, gathering my slick onto his dick. I rarely had time to think before he pushed it in slowly, filling me up instantly. We both let out a moan as he bottomed out. The clicking noise became louder as he began to mumble something. He kissed my lips before he started to thrust his and wiggle inside me.

It was otherworldly, it was like his cock was perfectly morphing itself to my folds causing a sensation I couldn’t explain. The moans I let out came off as more of screams as I gripped the couch. However they were not as loud as they could be because of his sweet kisses, almost praising and encouraging me to take it.

You quickly learned that his species had a strong stamina. He was doing all sorts of positions with you, forcing orgasm after orgasm before all you could do was cry and take the pleasure. Hours later and after your nth orgasm did he finally cum. He gave his final thrusts as he shot his load inside you. The warmth filling you as you whined. You could feel him depositing large eggs within you. Causing your belly to bulge as he cooed and petted your head.

After he laid all his eggs within you he finally put out, a clear sticky substance pooled out of your entrance as you trembled. The alien held you close as he brought you to the bed, grabbing something he thought was a towel and wiped you up.

You quickly fell passed out as he cuddled up next to you, spooning you and continuing his pats to your head. He just knew that you’ll be such a kind and loving mate for the children slowly growing inside you.

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scary-event2369 · 3 months

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[Worker Darling]: (slouching and aggressive typing)

[Yandere! Co-worker]: Heyyy...

[Worker Darling]: (huffs in annoyance and Turns to them) What

[Yandere! Co-worker]: Could you..do me a favor?..and print these out for me?(Hands in the paper)

[Worker Darling]: (Glares at them and gestured their piles of paperwork) You could see that I have my own things to do rn??!

[Yandere! Co-worker]: It would only take just a minute 😞

[Worker Darling]: No (turns back to their screen and loud aggressive typing)

[Yandere! Co-worker]: please please come on!

[Worker Darling]: Just leave me alone!

[Another Co-worker]: I could help you! (Grabs the paper)

[Yandere! Co-worker): Ew..No thank you! I got it( snatches the paper and walks away to the printer)

[Yandere! Co-worker): Stupid... Stupid lil..(Presses the print button)

(Then leads back and pulls out a note pad, and then aggressively scrabble out a sentence)

[Ways to win your co-worker's heart]

• Give them a cup of coffee every day

• Talk to them regularly

• Give them presents

• Make them print out your paperwork

[Yandere! Co-worker]: (tucks back the notepad into their pockets) I will get them next time..

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scary-event2369 · 5 months

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Yan!Cage-Fighter x Fem!Reader

'Paying bills ain't easy'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Toxic behavior, traditionally masculine roles, power dynamics, violence, murder, jealousy, subpar spanish, cursing, mentions of sex, description of unsafe neighborhoods.

(AN: I know I said I was working on the part two for the fae fic, and a fashion designer piece, but the idea for this guy hit me like a train. Apologies for any Spanish mistakes, I'm coming along in my learning!)

The sound of raucous cheering rings out throughout the crowd of the 'Dog Pit' Den, Harlem's most prolific underground fighting spot. Fighters from all over the city come here to try and earn a living wage. Backbreaking, degrading work, boxing, kicking, and spitting in the no-rules ring. A crack, a cheer, and the sound of a collapsing body, before the announcer yells that Matias Lopez has taken yet another challenger down. A sweaty, tanned man hops back and forth on his feet, arms raised in the air as he celebrates his victory.

"Ladies and gentleman, Matias 'The Mayhem' has taken down yet another challenger! You know what that means! Make some noise!" The announcer yells, and the room shakes with boos and cheers, the stomping of feet making the ground tremble. "Matias Lopez has won the 500 dollar Rookie Fighters Championship prize!" Another round of yells, and Matias spits on the ground. He makes his way out of the cage, kissing the rosary his mother always makes him wear, even when he's cracking skulls in an illegal cage-fighting circuit. To be fair, she doesn't know. He sighs, tearing his fist-wrappings off and running a hand through his sweaty locks. He changes out of his outfit, switching into a casual gray hoodie, a pair of sweats, and some slides. After reapplying deodorant, he hears someone outside. One of the guys who runs the 'Dog Pit' has come to give him his check.

"Yo, Matias, my man!" He greets, slapping a hand on Matias's toned shoulder. "Me and some of the 'execs' as we've taken to calling ourselves are gonna hit the club', you in?" Mattias, clicks his tongue, and shakes his head. "Nah man, not tonight. I gotta get home n' see my girl. I was supposed to be home earlier." He glances down at the floor. "Shit, alright man, here's your check. I'll see you later." Mattias nods as the man heads out, stuffing the check into his duffle bag, before sliding out the alley exit.

Matias and you have been dating for a little over a year now. Both of you met in a pretty rough part of town, he was working a day-job at a gas station, and you were a cafe worker. He'd come in occasionally, claiming that the gas station coffee just wasn't up to his standards. He scared you, at first. Mattias has a very tough exterior, tattoos and muscles, but an even tougher interior. He was kind of stoic when you first met, and you couldn't quite get a read on him. He wasn't outwardly flirty or affectionate, which is why it took six weeks of him stopping by the coffee shop for him to pull you aside and ask what he was doing wrong, and why you weren't picking up on his advances. You had explained, and shortly after that you began dating. It was only a month or so into dating when you had learned of his cage-fighting career, but he assured you that he was tough, and no guy was gonna hurt him. You both needed the money on the side, so you reluctantly agree. That's what leads up to where you are now, passed out on your couch, waiting for him to come home.

He heads towards your shared apartment as quickly as he can, taking the subway about 8 blocks east, before running up the fire escape to the flat's balcony. He knows you deadbolted the door any time past 8:00, and doesn't blame you. It's kind of a dangerous neighborhood, and he feels bad enough leaving his girl home alone as much as he does.

"Pobre mami, espero que no me haya esperado." (Poor mami, hope she didn't wait up for me.) He pulls up the window, making sure to slip in quietly, in case you had already gone to sleep. As he places one foot on the floor, the wood barely creaks beneath him, when he hears a soft groan coming from the couch.

"Matty?" You mumble, sitting up from the plush couch and rubbing your eyes, trying to make out his large silhouette. He sighs, tossing his bag to the side as he stretches "Hey, hermosa, did I wake you up?" He asks, looking at you with his usual hooded gaze. "I guess, I don't think I was asleep that long..." You run a hand through your hair. "How'd it go?" He smiles softly, chuckling. "You know me, baby, I don't lose." He sits on the arm of the couch. "Gotchu' five hundred dollars, gonna' get you something real pretty with it." You sigh, and shake your head. "You've got me plenty of gifts, what we should be doing is saving up for somewhere else to live." You explain. He shrugs. "Yeah, you right, you right. That's my bad." He puts his hands up in surrender. "Well, if you aren't gonna let me get you somethin' pretty, you outta lemme' take ya to bed." Before you can react, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you to squeak.

"Don't scare me like that, God!" You smack his chest, but your hand only bounces off his firm pecs. e chuckles. "Gonna' have to hit harder than that, mami." He flicks off the living room light as he carries you to your shared bed. He lays you down, gently this time as opposed to the times he throws you on the bed, usually to pin you down and tickle you, saying things like '¿Qué pasa, bonita? Solo empújame, no es tan difícil...' (What's wrong, Pretty? Just push me off, it's not that hard...). Sometimes though, his manhandling isn't that innocent. As you snuggle down into the bed, Matias strips off his hoodie, and you blush at the way the light coming in through the blinds hits his chest. He lets out a soft groan, as the plush mattress and soft bed sheets soothe his sore body. Matias bites his lips as his eyes trace over your sleepy form, and he rolls over onto his side, tucking an arm around your waist.

"Mmm, no Matias... m' too tired tonight." You whisper, your face scrunching up. Matias was never a very soft guy. Playful and devilish, sure, but soft? No. His hands were calloused from years of bruising skin and bloodying faces, working and scrounging every penny he can get to get a better life for himself. Deep down, he couldn't imagine placing these damaged, dangerous hands on something as soft and sweet as you. He could snap you in half if he desired, and the thought terrifies him.

"What, no baby... I'm not tryna' smash at-" He looks over at the clock. "Shit, 1:00 am already? Jesus Christo..." He turns back to you. "Just wanna hold you, mami." He presses his long torso up against the curve of your back, pressing his face into your curls and inhaling your scent. "You feeling okay?" You ask. He knows he doesn't. He knows he should have been home for you sooner, and it didn't help that he had to make a stop on the way back home.

He feels a sense of dread in his stomach. You won't ever know about the stop he made, you were asleep. Besides, he comes home late all the time. What you will learn about is your bloodied new co-worker being found with his skull smashed in, just a few blocks from the cafe. Due to the graphic scene he left behind, it's sure to be on the morning news. Matias hadn't expected your new friend to be working the late shift, but he was still on an adrenaline high from the fight, and god... he couldn't stand the idea of that bitch getting to spend more time with you than him. He wants to be home for you more, he does, but he can't. Still, that doesn't mean he's going to let any other guy fill that void. Hell no.

"I'm fine, Hermosa. Just sore from the fight, wanna' hold my baby." He whispers, placing a chapped kiss on the shell of your ear, making you flinch. "That tickles..." You giggle. He smiles, and squeezes you gently. "C'mon, stop being silly. Necesitas descansar, especialmente después de quedarte despierto para mí." (You need to sleep, especially after staying up for me.) He scolds. You roll over to face him, and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. "Love you, Matty." You sleepily coo, before drifting off in his arms. He freezes, his breath labored for a minute as he looks down at you. Even now, after dating for so long, he can't process the softness of you juxtaposed with the beatings he both takes and gives every other weeknight. It's a transition he sometimes struggles to handle. He feels a smile creep onto his face, and he curls your small form into him, practically cradling you against his broad chest. God, he'll take on an extra five challengers next time, all for you.

"Gonna get you a penthouse baby, real nice neighborhood too. Somewhere safe, somewhere that makes me feel better about leavin' you all alone..." He whispers, knowing you can't really hear him. "Better not have anyone but me over, no fucker's from work, aight'? I'll kick the shit out of any of em' just for you..."

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scary-event2369 · 5 months

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— Roadside Assistance

Pairing: yandere male (OC) x gn afab reader

After getting your truck stumped beside a road, your father and his mechanic friend decided to help – but what you didn’t know was that the man you decided to trust, was much crazier than you anticipated.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, cursing, kidnapping, past mentions of stalking, mentions of decapitated bodies, slight gore(?), and smut.

A/N: this took so long to finish 😩😩. Enjoy my lovely baby <3. This is also not Grammer checked! Sorry!

Also, @i-simp-for-women. Here you are, love!

“Fuck!” you shouted as you hit the edge of the steering wheel with the palm of your hand.

Deciding to take a word from a few of your friends, you had gathered enough supplies to take a trip up into the mountains. They were nice enough to pay for a private 2-story cabin with a hot tub, a good patio, and a place near a river to swim in. The stay was about a week. But of course, your car had to act up.

Even before leaving for the weekend, you had asked your private mechanic to come over, wanting him to test the tires, oil, and such to see if it was safe enough to drive such a distance. He said it seemed fine. But your gut scolded you; telling you, ‘I told you so!’.

And within two hours of your drive, it started acting weird and then crapped out. Causing you to sit on the shoulder of the lane. You sit in the dead car, scrolling through your phone as you press ‘contact lists’. You scroll down until you’ve reached your dad’s number, dialing the emergency button.

The dial tone plays for a good few seconds, making your anxiety raise before it cuts off, replaced by his voice.

“Hey. What’s goin’ on? Did you get to the cabin okay?” your father on the other end asks.

“Hi. No, no- I didn’t. Uh, my car dropped dead– I’m on the side of the highway,” you say, letting out an aggravated sigh.

“Shit,” he clicks his tongue. “Where are you exactly? I’m helping your aunt move,” he states. Of course, he was helping her. You gave your location, listening to the shuffle of papers on the other side of the line and a few other voices you couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

He let out a curse as another deep voice was talking – but yet again, you couldn’t figure out who it was. Then, the line cracked and your dad’s voice spoke up again.

“I’m about an hour away, kiddo. I can get ya’, but you’re going to have to wait a while. Is that okay?” he asks. You let out a long groan, to which he murmured a small sorry. Your stomach turned in guilt, but soon ignored it.

“It’s fine. Get here when you can. Love you,” you say, giving him time to say ‘bye’ before hanging up. Accidents happen, sometimes these things happen.

It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s not the end of the world.

Deciding to use this opportunity to pass the time, you moved into the back seats, making sure to grab your bundle of blankets and pillows in your boot, as well as your charging cable. At first, you scrolled through social media, mainly Instagram and YouTube, and snacked on the few food items you had brought. You had been listening to music on the radio before getting bored; not wanting to hear one more Lana Del Rey song.

Turning upright on your notification bar, you turned on the Bluetooth and decided to listen to some current horror podcasts, one that came out a few days ago from one of your favorite artists.

You started listening to it, quickly earning a weird face within minutes. It started off about a young woman venturing off into the woods — exactly the same area where you’d be staying. Days after her original leave, she was soon found mutilated, her body chopped off and thrown into a heart shaped outline.

Later, it went into detail about how she was stalked. Followed on every occasion, and creepy handwritten notes being placed onto her bed every night with roses; small drops of blood as it was signed ‘A; as in your admirer’. Of course, the police did nothing about it.

It made you gag; thinking about what he did to her heart. What he did to her body. What horrifying details. Immediately, you turned your phone back on and turned it off. Goosebumps surrounding your body.

Is this a sign for you to leave? To get up and run into your dad's arm, only for him to push aside your feelings — like he always did?

“No,” you whispered out loud, you deserved this break.

Your hands rubbed over your cheeks, completely at a loss. Deciding to look and admire the heavy rain that poured outside, racing down your windows, you let out a huff. Finally, the rich smell of pine trees and rain waving in, you soon fell asleep comfortably.

You were woken up by a banging on the window, thunder roaring in the background. It shook you awake. You sat up and looked around, expecting a police officer but realized your dad was at the window — his knuckles and hands stained in oil, his short grayish hair a mess.

Rubbing your eyes, letting a yawn escape through, you opened the door and swung your legs out into the dirt but stayed in your seat. In the corner of your eye, the hood of your truck was open and you heard clanking.

“Hey kid, you’ doin’ okay?” he asked. You nodded, but then noticed his frowned face. “We checked everything while you were asleep; we’re not going to be able to fix it till tomorrow,” he states, his head cocking to the left, implying that something was off, likely with the engine or oil.

Well, there goes your evening.

You let out a sigh before knitting your eyebrows together in confusion, “Wait, we?” you inquired.

Your father nodded, turning to his left as the hood of your car slammed shut, and the most attractive man you’ve ever seen came into your view.

He walked beside your father, looking at you as your dad introduced him to you; talking about how he’s been working with him for several months. But you couldn’t concentrate on his words. You admired the behemoth of a man, standing at 6’4”, at best.

This man was the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. His skin was a russet, reddish-brown, wearing a dark blue collared shirt that had the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his geometric tattoos. His giant hands were stained in oil, adding contrast to his messy shirt. He had thick-dark brown hair that had ashen highlights, being slicked back into a bun. Not only did his hair match his eyes, but his dark-scruffy beard was another thing. It was hot.

Another roar of lightning struck, and a few stripes of white flashed behind the two guys in front of you, which caused goosebumps to arise within the wind.

“Hope ya’ don’t mind me tagging along, it gets crummy in the dark here. Plus, I owe your pops’ a favor.” he says down at you, smiling with his pearly white teeth. Although, you did catch a look of his ‘fangs’.

“It’s fine,” you chuckled. “I’m just glad you two could get down here when you could.”

You looked up at him and his smile widened even more. His hand extended towards yours, making sure to wipe it with the stained towel in his pocket. “I’m António.”

You took his hand, feeling heat rush into your cheeks as his palm engulfed your entire palm. Quietly, you grunted your own name. His fingers tightened around yours, bringing your hand close to his lips as he kissed your knuckles; your fingers grazing against his beard. As he locked eyes with you, your face was getting hotter with every passing second.

“Aight’, enough with the flirtatious acts,” your dad demanded, putting his hand above yours as the both of you pulled away; your dad throwing a weird look at António’s way. He looked back at you, his sweet eyes returning. “I can give you a ride back to the house. It’s been a long time since—”

You watched as António’s eyes flashed with something, readjusting his weight on his other foot. “—I can give them a ride to the cabin.”

You and your father looked at him, whose hands were crossing against his chest. Your face heats up at the thought of being alone in a car, at night with your dad’s friend, but you manage to fluster together a semi-smooth response.

“Are… you sure? It’ll at least take 30 minutes, and it’s late,” you stated.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem!” he reassures you with a smile. He turns to your father, asking permission to take you, like how a high schooler would approach his girlfriend’s dad. “Is it okay?”

Your father looked at him then at you, his lips pressed against each other as his eyebrows raised in questioning, “Are you okay with that?”

You nodded. But your dad wasn’t all that convinced. He clicked his tongue, turned, and looked at António, his eyes squinting toward him. “I’ll let ya’ take them. Go start up your truck, will ya? They hate the cold.”

When António nodded, throwing you a small glance before walking towards the truck that was behind yours. You looked to your left, admiring the old Chevy pickup truck, the rundown orange and thick tires. It was gorgeous and fitted him perfectly if you might add.

Suddenly, your dad let out a huff – looking at you with an odd look, “Hey,” he started. His voice was announced with worry, “If he does anything, call me. Please text me when you get there, okay?” he touched your left shoulder, smiling reassuringly as his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“I’ll be fine,” you told him, smiling as his eyes told you something else. Your hand went up to his, putting your own on top, “I promise you; I will message you.”

He only nodded and reached down to kiss your forehead, his hand supporting the back of your head. Your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him.

You heard the truck behind yours start loudly, roaring heavenly in the heavy rain that started pouring just now.

Both of you departed, his hand still on your shoulder as António re-appeared. Your father turned to him, nodding as he gave you one last kiss on the side of your head before leaving you two alone – looking at António, who only smiled reassuringly at him.

“You bout’ ready?” he asked. You nodded, “Yeah. Just let me grab a few things, then we can be on our way.”

He hummed, watching you slide out of your seat and reach into the back where your backpack was, as well as grabbing your blanket and a few extra pillows that he had offered to carry. But you didn’t seem to notice that his eyes trailed down your rear.

You turned around, slinging your backpack around your shoulder before smiling at him.

Both of you walked towards the truck, to which you headed round to the passenger side, reaching your hand out to open the car door, before scrambling into the leathered seats as it started pouring rain.

Shivers enveloped your body, which was quickly shoved away as the warm air started blowing onto your face – It was surprisingly warm, the air blowing at a speed that was really comforting.

As you turned over to put on your seatbelt, in the rearview mirror you watched your father’s car pulling out and going into the street, waving at the two of you as he passed by.

Waving back, a question popped in your head: “How do you know him?” you asked out loud.

“What?” António replied, blinking in confusion as he turned down the radio to hear you.

“My dad. How do you know him?”

“Oh, y’know – I work for him and stuff,” he stated, turning back up the volume to the radio playing some 90s song before pulling his arm around, looking behind him for any cars before zooming off into the road.

Humming to his answer, you asked a few more questions. With the two of you being the only ones in the pickup truck, you resumed talking his ear off. What began with one laugh at a horrible joke turned into a good hour spent talking with António about everything.

You got to know him a bit better, such as how he was an older brother with his little sister and single mother, where he grew up in a fairly small town in Seattle. And how he originally wanted to be an astronaut when he was little but got interested in fixing trucks after his mother’s car broke down one time. You quickly found out he also spoke Portuguese and Spanish incredibly better than anything.

Hearing him talk was really hypnotizing, he told you about his sister and mother, and what they were up to now, but you were only half listening to his words.

There was something magical about his voice, some quality it took on when he began a story. He laughed when he was thinking of the time he fell in year 10 and chipped his front teeth in front of the ‘cool kids’.

But when he noticed you being quiet and staring, he stopped talking. “Is everything okay?”

“I… like the sound of your voice,” you said honestly. “It’s gorgeous. Like you.”

António smiled, giving you a look before refocusing on the road. “I can say the same thing about you, sweets.”

You laughed at the nickname, before turning your head to lean onto the back seat, examining the passing cars and scenery beside you. Within minutes, possibly your anxiety or tiredness got the best of you, to which you fell asleep.

You don’t remember much, but when waking up, you heard shuffling beside you. Looking over, you saw António a bit shaken up – You might’ve slept through something, but you decide to make sure everything’s all good, and you’re not… well, dead. And, seeing as being in a quiet truck alone with a man out of heaven, at night listening to Weeknd would be considered lucky.

“You okay?” you ask, concerned.

His eyebrows jump and his face expresses all types of different emotions in seconds. But decided to answer you as he clears his throat.

“Yeah- m’ fine, why?” he asks, clearly not alright.

You watch as his eyes flick down to your bare thigh, exposed like much of the rest of your legs by the gray-gym shorts you’re wearing. You follow his freaked gaze and notice a few indentations in your skin that definitely weren’t there before. Likewise, you could’ve done something to yourself in your sleep, but it surely wouldn’t leave that kind of mark.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you nod slowly. Something’s up, and you’re going to figure out what.

You watch as he cautiously runs his hand through his hair, the metal rings reflecting the light from the early setting of rare cars that passed by. He drops his right tattooed hand back onto his thigh, steering with his left, and you look back and forth between his jittery hand and the marks on your leg.

Oh…

You two sit in silence for a moment, trying to find any other possible reasons for the marks on your leg but find none.

“António,” you start.

“Mhm?” he replies instantly.

“Were you holding my thigh?” you finish, looking at him with an unidentified look on your face.

He exhales deeply, stretching back into the seat; his back popping, “I was. Couldn’t help it, you’re too cute wearing those shorts. Better than anything I’ve seen you wear.”

“Excuse me?”

His eyes meet yours in a flash — he looks excited, almost too excited for what you said.

António holds eye contact then breaks it, before smirking and peeling onto a dirt road on his right; surrounded by a bunch of trees and a sign that says ‘do not trespass’.

Furthermore, he switches his distracted gaze between your thigh and the road as he watches you.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask concerned, anxiety spiking.

Suddenly, his hand leads to your leg, which you let happen due to the uncertainty of what’s going on.

“Been stalking you for a bit. Quite a bunny bunch’ when you cum.”

Your eyes widened, fear circling in your stomach. What the fuck did you get into?

Watching your expression drop, he laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you… much.”

He touches your skin before placing his hand on your inner thigh. His breathing quickens as he squeezes the soft flesh. This was the most wanted reason there could’ve been for the marks on your leg. Are you going to die?

He moves his hand from your inner thigh toward your knee. Guilt surges through you, yet there’s still a sexual tension and anxiety building within the car. You’re trapped either way.

“You’ve been… watching me?” you questioned, trembling in frailty.

António smirks and glances over at you, “Mhm, I have. Been waiting for the perfect time for you to become mine.”

He watched your body language, seeing how you were trembling — the way your eyes were watering, eyes squinting in non-reality. You didn’t want to believe this was true, didn’t you? You were too cute to be true.

“Let’s get inside, shall we?” he suggests, smiling as he’s already opening his door. The sound of the keys jangling outside the car. You didn’t even notice him stopping the car.

Your mind was playing so many things per second, causing it to cut out. Everything in you heightened, your senses doubling over. Ears ringing. Blurry visions came upon as tears fell down your cheeks. Blurry blocks coming in on your left as you focus on your quickened heartbeat.

You’re going to die. Going to suffer the same fate as she did. Going to have your heart ripped out, pinned to the wall with a stake through your heart – something he did. Was he the serial killer? Was he going to rip your organs out?

“—?”

Your eyes tightened closed, not wanting to hear his voice. Oh god, he is the killer? Isn’t he?

“—wrong?”

No. Don’t listen to him!

“Hey!” António’s sultry voice jumped at you. The feeling of the cold air dragged across your cheek as you realized your passenger door was wide open, him standing beside you as the wind blew.

“Why are you actin’ like this?” he asked, his fingers trailing to your neck, stopping for a second before continuing up to your cheek, then chin. His thumb and pointer finger gripped against your chin, positioning you to look at him.

“Get off me,” you sneered, trying to act tough. Though, he released a chuckle, a teasing smirk appearing on his face, almost like he was toying with you.

“Now-now, don’t be bad. Let’s get out of the car,” he said in a low, coaxed tone.

You shook your head hesitantly.

His eyes narrowed, his smile disappearing within a snap of bones breaking in the distances. “Get out now,” he demanded, his hand leaning against the door frame to intimidate you. When watching you, still staying inside the seat and staring at him, he clicked his tongue.

“Fuck it,” he says, before grabbing you by the cheeks, squashing them together into an intense kiss — making you feel something metallic clanging to your tongue; a cold piercing enhancing your anxiety state. He slightly separates, his teeth baring into your lips and making sure to bite harshly before pulling away.

You let out a whine of surprise before hissing in pain. You looked at him, before at your hands in your lap, feeling something on them before widening your eyes: seeing droplets of blood.

“Why… did you bite– do all of this?” your words were little above whispers.

Dancing the coarse side of your waist, you felt his fingers travel up and down your sides, comforting you with bloodied lips – covered in your blood.

“Because, I wanted you, sweetheart. Ain’t no one else caught my eyes like you did,” he stated, looking at you with lust-filled eyes. “You’re special. Somethin’ I rarely see.”

Feeling a cold object near your stomach, it made more tears run down your face, but were quickly wiped away by his fingers that caught them. Looking down hesitantly, you saw a knife – one that was quickly drawing blood by the tip.

You answered with your weeping, frozen stiff as you felt pain and blood trickle down to your stomach and thighs. Gasps popped from your throat as you saw the knife rise, António’s pierced tongue sliding against the tip of the knife; grabbing a hold of your blood, smearing more onto his lips.

He let out a groan, smiling as he did so. “You taste amazing, just as I thought.”

António smiled at your frightened face, before returning the knife back into his back pocket.

Before you could protest, he grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulders as he walked toward the cabin — up the outdoor stairs, into the home, and a bedroom.

The smell of cedar wood and hyacinths, the small scent of pine wood and fresh clothes weaved in. But, it was quickly ignored as he plops you into the mattress, watching you pounce up and down with small heaving.

He climbs on top of you, right between your spreaded legs and reconnects the kiss, forcing you to taste metallic blood on his lips and tongue. You let out a hushed gasp, feeling his muscle fight with yours as his hands travel down your body, stopping at your gym shorts.

The kiss turned into a messy clash of teeth and tongue until he pulled away for air; quickly burying his face into your neck. You let out a surprised whine, the sensation of his sharp teeth and beard grazing your skin.

His head dipped lower, sucking along your collarbone and leaving permanent marks. Your heart was beating, going through your throat, hands finding their home on his shoulder as you tried to ignore the pleasure that built up in your lower abdomen. But to no avail, he kept going, and your mind was running.

Ripping came like thunder in the air. The weight of your shorts and underwear disappeared, raining down to the mattress in pieces, “I’m going to fuck you like a raw dog, m’kay?”

You squealed in response, feeling the cold-stained knife come from under your shirt before ripping it like he did to your bottom half. He flushed you with his massive chest, pinning your hips with his hands as you closed your eyes.

You shouldn’t be feeling this — but it was too good. Too good.

Reopening your eyes, only to realize that he was gone from your face and making his way down to your body. António took a second to admire your breasts, before attaching his lips to your nipple. A loud moan escaped you, eyes wide as you felt him suck and lick the sensitive bud; the texture of his beard adding to your sensitive senses.

The ball of his tongue piercing continued to glide along your breast, making you shiver and let out a small curse. His muscle continued to flick your nipples strategically with every few seconds, giving them a harsh suck.

Pulling away from your breasts with a soft pop, you saw a string of saliva keeping his mouth and your breast connected; feeling your lower tummy get tighter.

You could feel your heartbeat quicken, heaving out of anticipation and nervousness. Deciding to look down, you caught a glimpse of his smirk, nipping your stomach just before the rest of his face below his eyes disappears between your thighs.

Furthermore, you let out a gasp and lean back against the pillows, your hands tightening on them. His tongue passes through your lips repetitively, forcing a warm fluttering into your abdomen. Your moaning encourages him to press his tongue into your clit, flicking it back and forth, the metal ball hitting it continually, earning your moans to get louder in response.

His beard hurt. But it felt so good. So fucking good. You tug at the pillows, biting them as he inserts a finger into you and pumps it in and out. He groans into you, sending vibrations up your spine.

Your back arches from the mattress, feeding him. He turns his head to an angle and curls his finger, pressing his face even further into you, if that’s even possible at this point. He quickly switches, placing his other hand on your leg and throws it over his shoulder, returning it to his original place on your abdomen.

You let out one final guttural moan as you clench around his fingers and forge your teeth in the pillow, your body convulsing against the bed as you cum.

He rides you through your orgasam, staring up into your eyes as he laps up the fluids dripping from you — your juices and his saliva mixing together.

The wet sounds slowing as he lays a few more small kitten-licks between your lips before removing his finger and moving back up to kiss you. You breathe heavily against each other’s faces as you swallow your tongues.

Disconnecting from each other, he pulls his shirt over his head before sitting back against the bed, noises of squeaking. He also removes his jeans, which leaves him in his boxers.

Guilt rages through you, feeling bad that you’re ogling at his body, practically drooling. He’s your kidnapper, the person you originally trusted. But fuck, was he hot.

His toned chest and the point where his stomach rolls from sitting, the muscles detailing his large arms, the spread of his thighs along the bed — everything.

“You going to stare, love?” he teases, earning a chuckle when he sees your embarrassed state. “It’s fine, it’s all yours after all.”

Gesturing to his boxers, there was a very prominent boner pressing through them. Deciding it was enough of playing games, António stands up and pulls the boxers down his legs, dropping them from his ankles onto the floor.

Immediately, something catches your eyes. By his hip bone, right below, was a skin carving of your name; still red and days of healing. Your skin crawled.

Though, his cock sticks up and pre-cum rolls down the side of the contrasting brown tip. He was thick, with a bulbous base; building veins on the upside. What made your jaw drop was the Jacob ladder piercings. His balls were hefty, a size that made you dizzy.

He begins to move back to the bed and between your legs, but you stop him by holding your hand up. “What? Don’t like the gift I did for you?” he teases, eyes full of anticipation.

Though, when you shook your head, he frowned – his eyes threatening you to say something negative, and he’ll kill you.

“I… want to be on top.”

His eyebrows raise, a smirk widening to show his sharp canines. He nodded, “Fine doll, I’ll let you top me. But this is the first and last time.”

Climbing onto his lap, he looked up at you with curious eyes, placing his hands on your waist. You move your hand down to your cunt slowly, taking some of your arousal on your fingertips before spreading it over his tip along with his pre-cum. He inhales shakily and straightens his back at the feeling, his eyes taking a weak, submissiveness look.

“Are you ready?” he asks with a wide grin.

You nod your head, and he tilts his head to the side.

“I want to hear it,” he says. You gulp, shaking at his demanding but calm voice.

“I’m ready,” you whisper before seeing his grin grow wider, reaching behind him with his right arm. Coming into your view was the same knife he used, pointing it at you before deepening it into your neck – not enough to create a scratch, but enough to have you paying attention.

“Say you love me,” he demands, his grime beaming to show his teeth. You swallow harshly, shaking from the intended weapon.

“I,” you started, staring down the knife before looking him in the eye, “Love you… António.”

He let out a chuckle, before leaning his face closer to yours into a harsh kiss, swiping his tongue along yours as he slid his throbbing tip between your folds.

You both moan out quietly as you lower yourself onto his cock, your rim stretching and your walls fluttering as he enters your body. The wet sucking of your kissing fills the room as you sit on his cock for a moment, wiggling your hips to adjust to his size. You rest your hands on his shoulders for support as you slide yourself up and down; leaning your already-sweaty forehead against his.

He groans out your name. Moaning it like a wolf howling at the moon.

As you jumped up and down, heaving out of breath, António growled out — your heart rate spiking as he grabbed onto your hips and flipped you back along the bed. You gasp as he pushes himself back into you and takes what he needs — a lot.

“Oh my god, António!” you cry out.

He rests his weight on his forearms as you grab at his body, first his arms, then his ass, then his waist. You feel so full, packed to the prim as his cock drags against your sensitive walls; you feel his nose press into your cheek, his mouth sliding against your jaw as he grinds into you.

Wet skin slapping and your combined moans cover his sayings in some words you didn’t know. As he tops you, both of you panting like dogs in heat, your dangling toes curled as you whine out every few thrusts, nearing your climaxes.

“Come on, doll. Cum for me,” he coos into your ear, moving a hand to your clit. You cried out in pleasure, screaming out.

“More!” You rasped out, grabbing his cheek and kissing him. He parted his lips and let your tongue taste his mouth. You tasted yourself – but you didn’t care.

He continues to play with your clit, plowing you as he sucks intensely on your neck. Your nails raked into his back, hearing him yell out in pleasure. Entwining up with the sensations spreading all over your body, pounding at your sensitive ears.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Pleasure buzzed on the edges of your nerves. Numbing every sensation, your body grew tense – hot-white flashes washed you whole. After, things became punishing — everything grew too much for you.

António didn’t. Wouldn’t stop fucking you, burying his length before ripping it out, slapping your ass and his balls clapping against your cunt; plugging his entire cock inside you.

You came again.

And again.

With a scream, your thighs tightened around him and bitten down on his shoulder, enveloping a groan from him. And at that, his voice lowers down. His hips sped up even more as your toes curled harder. Your nails dug blood, feeling it trickle down his back.

You felt him slow down, still rocking into you as warmth filled you. Hot liquid rushed inside you, locked inside your sensitive walls; stuffing you full. His jaw clenched with a long groan, eyes screwed shut. Even as he pressed his hips tightly against yours, still grinding at the pleasure, he was letting out small moans and curses.

António stays still for a minute, before removing himself with a groan, pulling out, releasing all the built-up fluids from your hole out onto the bed. You moan as his tip pops out of you and the liquid seeps down your skin.

He uttered a soft curse under her breath as he stared almost reverently at you. Reaching down to your ass, he collected a spent seed onto his fingers, bringing it back to his lips to taste. His eyes closed as he tasted him and yourself, before reaching down to kiss you messily.

His hands traveled to your clit, playing with it before chuckling, “I might just get addicted to ya’.”

You tiredly blinked at him before mumbling, “When do I… leave?”

Suddenly, his expression dropped. His eyebrows raised, almost offended you asked that: “Guess I didn’t get it into your head, dolly. You’re staying here, permanently.”

He crawled to you, laying between your legs as he hovered over your face; some strands of his messy hair falling into your face. Your eyes widen, feeling your heart quicken yet again. To your shock, he smiled. “But I ain’t complaining. Plenty of fucking in the future together.”

António rumbled, rubbing, and flicking your left nipple, “We’ve got our whole night to ourselves, my sweetheart. So look forward to it, hm?”

You didn’t give yourself time to contemplate an answer, losing yourself to the hands and mouth of the famous killer who’s been all over the news.

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Welcome to my blog!! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

☁︎ Aud/Scary. 18 yrs. she/her ☁︎

I will post writings and drawings relating to yanderes and nsfw. I will write dubcon, stalking, possessiveness, (basically yandere traits lol). I will NOT write anything illegal (pedophilia, necrophilia, bestiality, ect) including watersports, scat, vomit, or racism. I do not condone any of the actions I write about in real life. I just enjoy fantasizing and creating stories about these topics.

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Masterlist ⋆｡°✩

Yandere Idol 18+

Yandere Student Council 18+ Yandere CEO 18+ Yandere Alien 18+

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The Yandere's (so far)

I decided to do something just a bit different and I drew the three yandere's I wrote so far! It goes by Dojoon, Daniel, then Alaric. I have a list of stories I'm writing so expect more writing in the near future! If you guys like the drawing I'll do more.

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Thank you!!

I just want to thank you so much for over 50 likes on my posts!

Like actually, thank you so so SO much! I literally wasn’t expecting this at all, I thought my writing would go completely unnoticed since I'm pretty new to smut/writing in general. I’ll try my hardest to keep writing for y’all! I have a lot of WIP’s so I’m excited to finish and post them! If you have requests I'll love to hear em! I want to write stuff y'all will enjoy

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Yandere CEO (One-Shot)

This one takes just a bit longer to get to the spicy scenes, but you get to see him in a more “dere” form before the “yan”. Word Count: 2560

Warning: Not proof read, very shitty writing ahead. (wrote this in one sitting again)

Content: Fem Body Reader (No gendered/pronouns used), age-gap (yan is 36 reader is 24), public sex, dub-con, minor hair pulling, breeding mention at the end, the yan is just a tiny bit aggressive

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“Let me take you out for dinner,” my boss said, leaning on my desk looking down at me. His casually rolled up sleeves revealed well-defined, muscular arms. I greedily looked at them, trying not to be too obvious. Prying my eyes from his arms and my work, I looked up at him. His beautiful dark brown eyes met mine. The CEO, Daniel Li, was the head of the largest security and protection company. He was extremely rich and extremely good looking. With his tall stature, sun-kissed complexion, an enchanting, pearly-white smile, and full lips, he exuded charisma. He was twelve years older than me, but it didn’t show in the slightest. He had that mature older look to him, but to think he was thirty-six years old was off to say the least.

“Why? What’s the special occasion?” I asked him slightly confused. I was trying to think if I missed any big sales he did, but nothing was coming to mind. “It’s been one year since you’ve became my secretary,” He said, still looking at me with those dark chocolate eyes of his. “We must celebrate.”

“Has it really been a year?” I asked him, a little bit amazed by how quickly time passed. “It feels like just yesterday you showed me my office,” I laughed a bit.

His gaze softened a bit as he kept looking at me, “Yes, already a year,” he said gently. “Please let me treat you to dinner.” I thought about it for a second. I really had nothing to do at afterwork, and I wasn’t in the mood to cook anything…

"Sure, why not? I'm up for it," I replied. His eyes brightened, and he said, "Fantastic! I'll pick you up at seven. Make sure to dress fancy.” Dress fancy? Was working here for a year really that much of a special occasion? I thought. However, I kept this to myself and simply nodded, glancing at the clock. It was nearly five o'clock, almost time for me to sign out. “That sounds good,” I told him as I began to gather my things, “Are you going to tell me the restaurant or will this be one of your many secrets?” I joked He let out a deep chuckle, “You know me so well! It will be a secret for now, but trust me you’ll enjoy it.”

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We arrived at the restaurant,and describing it as fancy would be the understatement of the century. It was easily the most elegant, posh looking place in town. I did as he said and chose the fanciest outfit I had, but I still felt underdressed. "Mr. Li," I uttered, my eyes widening as I took in the breathtaking building. "I know I said it was okay that you’re taking me out for dinner, but this place is just too… extravagant." Turning towards him, I realized that he was already fixed on me. His attire, usually professional, had been elevated to a whole new level. “Trust me my little assistant, you deserve this,” he said, parking the car. He quickly got out and went over to open the door for me, offering his hand. "You're truly the best assistant I've ever had, and it's only right to treat you to something extraordinary."

I sighed, knowing that once he set his mind to something, he was set. "Alright... but don't let this become a habit. I might get spoiled," I quipped, accepting his hand as I stepped out of his sleek black Aston Martin.

He gently squeezed my hand as he guided me toward the entrance. I could have sworn I heard him murmur, "I want to spoil you," but I might have been mistaken.

Then again, maybe I wasn't wrong at all.

The moment we stepped inside, I was completely overwhelmed. I’ve been to fancy restaurants for business purposes but this was a whole different level. I wasn’t even listening to her as I was just so caught up by the interior before me.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting prismatic light across the room. Soft yet elegant classical music was playing throughout the building, it was mixed with the soft hum of conversations. The carpet beneath our feet exuded a deep, almost regal shade of blue, complementing the chairs that appeared to be very comfortable.

"Are you alright?" Daniel's concerned voice pulled me from my entranced state. I hadn't even noticed the hostess gesturing towards our table. My cheeks flushed as I replied, "Yes! I'm sorry."

His laughter accompanied us as we followed her to our table. Only when we were seated did I realize that we were still holding hands. I quickly let go. “I can’t be holding hands with my boss! This is strictly professional!” I screamed at myself internally.

Daniel's expression dropped, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment the moment our hands stopped touching. However, the hostess, who presented us with menus, diverted our attention.

“What do you think you’re going to get?” He asked, his disappointed look gone as he was going through the menu. It was hard, everything seemed so good it was seemingly impossible. “I don’t know, there are so many good choices,” I said, analyzing every single item listed. I glanced at the price tag and felt my heart drop out of my ass. “Everything here is so expensive! I really would feel bad if you paid it all.” He chuckled, his response laced with warmth and sincerity. "Don't worry about the price. I'll gladly treat you to whatever you want."

I was about to protest when our waiter approached. He appeared to be of a similar age to me and had a charming, welcoming smile. "Hello. I'm Zach. I'll be your waiter for this evening. May I start you off with any drinks?" I returned his smile, saying, "I'll just have water, thank you." Zach jotted it down and then turned his attention to Daniel, as did I. His blissful looking attitude was long gone, he had that cold and somewhat annoyed look as he glared at the waiter. “Water,” he said coldly. The waiter nodded, casting a wary glance in my direction, likely due to Mr. Li's intense stare. "I'll be back with your waters shortly," he said before walking off quickly.

I turned my attention to my boss who had a displeased look on his face, “Are you alright?” I asked him, my voice laced with concern. This seemed to be enough because his face brightened up again. “Yes! I am fine, my little assistant.” I chuckled softly at his sudden change of mood, “That’s good! I thought I did something to displease you.” He quickly shook his head, “No! You could never do anything to displease me,” he said swiftly, yet sincerely.

Playfully rolling my eyes, I returned to looking at the menu. "Yeah, sure." Mr. Li chuckled, his eyes still fixed on me. "I really mean it. You're the most perfect person I've ever met. You're the only one who's ever met my standards." His compliment made my cheeks flush even more. "I-uh, well, thank you, sir." He was still smiling at me, “You can just call me-” Before he could finish his sentence, the waiter returned with our drinks, and my boss's mood soured instantly. “Here you guys go. Are you ready to order?” He asked, looking between us again. "I'll have the Steak au Poivre, medium rare," Mr. Li replied with an almost eager tone, as if wishing the waiter away. “Oh! I’ll have that also,” I told the waiter as I handed him my menu. He smiled at me and our hands brushed as he collected the menus. "That's a great choice; you'll love it," he said, still gazing at me as he walked away. I turned to Daniel, who appeared even more pissed than before. "He seems nice," I mentioned, taking a sip of water. This darkened his expression further. "Do you like him?" he asked, his voice low and threatening. Confusion overcame me as I met his intense gaze. "Uh, I guess so? He seems like a good waiter," I responded hesitantly. This was clearly not a good answer because, suddenly, he took my hand and basically dragged me to the male’s bathroom.

He quickly brought me into a stall, trapping me between the door and him with his big arms. He was glaring at me, his breathing heavy. “S-Sir?” I stammer out confused. He quickly shut me up by pressing his lips against mine in a deep aggressive manner. He nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to let out a surprised yelp. This made it the perfect time for him to push his tongue in my mouth, wrapping it against mine. I groaned at the sensation, only then did he pull away, our swollen lips and the trail of saliva connecting our lips being the only thing. I was going to say something before he grabbed my cheeks, squishing them. “You’re good at riling me up,” he said, his tone deep and smokey. His breath was rigged as he peered deeply into my eyes, “The way you looked and talked at that guy… it seems you want to make me jealous.” I was confused, riling him up? “Sir, I don’t know-” he cut me off by connecting our lips again in another long and possessive kiss. My hands went to his chest clutching his jacket as he continued the kiss. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. After a moment or two he pulled away again. “You’re pretty eyes should only look at me. I must be the only one who you pay attention to,” his voice was still dark and stern.

He let go of my cheeks, trailing his hands down my sides. I shiver at his gentle yet aggressive touch. He bent down, pushing his face deep into my neck. “You’re intoxicating,” he murmured as he started to kiss my neck. “Sir, I don’t think-” he bit my neck causing me to stop and let out a small yelp. “Don’t call me sir,” he demanded, his voice was commanding “Say my name… call me Daniel,” he continued to pepper my neck with kisses and nibbles. My hands went from his chest to his dark hair, running my hands through it, completely messing up the put together look he had. “Daniel,” I whispered out, trying to hold back the moans. I felt him smirk against my neck as he pulled back, turning me around. “Put your hands on the door,” he commanded. I did just that and lifted up my dress, pushing my panties aside. “Good job,” he whispered in my ear, his hand gently caressing my ass before gently going up and down my soaking folds. “You’re so wet, just from my kisses?” he laughed momentarily. He then paused for a moment before he smacked my ass hard, causing me to whimper and my knees to weaken momentarily. “Unless it’s from that waiter… Did he make you this wet from a smile?” His tone filled with anger and jealousy. I shook my head, “N-no of course not,” I said breathlessly. He grabbed a handful of my hair as he inserted two digits into my greedy hole. “Better not be, because this body, this pussy is mine,” his tone was aggressive as he started to move his fingers hard. My knees weakened more as I let out loud moans. The empty bathroom filled with the noises coming from both lips. It echoed making the whole thing more embarrassing, yet exciting. “I can't take it anymore,” he growled as he took his fingers out of me, to unzip his pants. His shaft was twitching, rubbing against my entrance. “D-Daniel wait,” I whimpered, we needed to think about this! He was my boss and I was his secretary. This would never work. He didn’t care though, he shoved his manhood inside me. I let out a long and loud moan, he let out a couple grunts as well. “Shit, you’re tighter than I expected.” He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he started moving.

He started off as slow, warming me up to the sensation of him being deep inside me, however it didn’t take him long to be ramming into me, hitting places I didn’t think was possible. I was moaning loudly from the pleasure, “What if someone comes in?” I managed to ask between the pleasure I was feeling. He laughed as his hands were on my hips, holding me in place as he thrusted over and over again. “If someone came in and saw you like this, I would strangle them with my bare hands.’ He kissed the back of my shoulder, “Only I'm allowed to see you like this.” I blushed, it was a bit scary since I knew he meant it, yet it turned me on more. “You clenched around me more when I said that!” he laughed between groans as he sunk his cock deeper into me. The force he was going at his balls smacked against my sensitive clit causing me to whimper and moan more. It didn’t help he kept pleasuring my g-spot, it was obvious he was skilled in what he was doing.

The force at what we were doing caused the stall door to open, luckily he was holding me so I didn’t fall. Instead of closing the door and continuing, he brought me to the sink. I put my hands on the cold porcelain. “What are you doing?” I moaned out as he started to pick up the pace. “Look in the mirror,” he demanded. I shook my head, too embarrassed to do so. He grabbed a chunk of my hair, forcing me to look in the mirror. “Look at yourself as I fuck you.” The expression I held was one of pure pleasure, my eyes were droopy, and my lips were parted open. He smiled as he could tell I made eye contact with myself, “You’re so fucking hot.” I closed my eyes as I felt the pressure building up, I wouldn’t be able to take much more. Daniel let go of my hair to grab my cheeks again, forcing my head up and my eyes open to look in the mirror once more. This time I got to look at his face, he was smiling, it was clear he was feeling just as good as I was. “Come on, look in the mirror as you come over my dick,” he growled, kissing my cheek. I moaned as I looked in the mirror, finally releasing all over his cock causing my knees to buckle and lean onto the counter more. My walls pulsated around him, causing him to come soon also. The thick white liquid reached me deeply. It seemed like he didn’t want to pull out. “You would look so pretty swollen with my kid,” he muttered as he slowly pulled himself out, kissing the back of my head. He fixed my panties before the mixture of our juices could leak out onto the floor. I was still panting as I looked in the mirror once more, meeting his gaze. He smiled at me, clearly happy and not in a mood like before. “Let’s go, we don’t want our dinner to get cold.”

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Yandere! Student Council President One-Shot

Yippie! I’m back with another post! I hope y’all enjoy this one also~ I’ve been in such a mood to write, but I am so clueless on what to write. If you have any ideas please request it! I’m desperate… please

The reader and the yandere are both 18+

WARNING: NOT PROOF READ, I wrote this all in one day also… beware! Contents: Fem body reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used), Masturbation, fingering, praise, kinda dub-con; but also not really. —

I was sitting in front of the student council president, Alaric. He was tall with a beige and freckles covered his cheeks. He had dark chocolate brown hair which was always neat and put together. His hazel eyes looked at me with a stern gaze.

I was caught playing on my phone during class. Since our school was so large, the principal had other; more important things to attend to, so during lunch I had to talk to the school’s discipliner… our student council president.

I was known as the average student. Average grades, little friends, never in trouble. This was the first time we ever spoke. I was trembling a bit as I sat in front of him. My head facing down looking at the floor. I was too nervous and scared to look him in the eye.

After what seemed like an eternity he cleared his throat. “Phone in your class, really?” His voice was stern but it wasn’t as angry as I expected. He sighed as he rubbed in between his eyes, “Listen, since this is your first time getting in trouble I punish you.” I turned my head up, finally meeting his gaze. My face had a clear look of relief when he said that. Alaric looked at me for a second before leaning forward, “I want your phone though,” he stretched out his arm waiting for me to give it to him, “Now.” I gulped nervously, my relief faded a bit. I hand him my phone. He looks at it for a moment before he swipes up. “What's your passcode?” he asks. My eyes go wide, “Uhm, what?” I ask nervously. “I’m not playing games here,” he said seriously. It was clear he wasn’t in the mood for me to fight back. “If you want your phone back, you give me the passcode. Now.” I started trembling a bit again. I was nervous, obviously I didn’t want to give him my passcode; but I also wanted my phone back. “It’s uhm, 1256,” I told him reluctantly. I just assumed he would open it and see that I was just playing my game, tell me off, and then just hand it back to me. However he closed the game and started opening my camera roll! I felt my heart drop out of my ass. “W-what are you doing?” I was trembling a bit, I was clearly confused and worried.

"I'm going to make sure you weren't taking any pictures of students or any teachers in... inappropriate positions," he said, looking at the gallery. "You never know what students are up to these days..."

Fuck, that was sort of a good point. I was about to protest when he stopped. His eyes went wide and a dark red hue covered his cheeks. He put the phone down on the desk, I glanced over to see… It was a nude!

I turned bright red as well and quickly reached for my phone. However his reflexes were quicker then mine, he snatched the phone back before I could get to it.

“Wait,” he said quickly. “Is that you or someone else?” he asks. His freckled cheeks are still that bright red. He had a slight smile and his eyes were looking at me, almost hoping it was.

“I-I uhm ah,” I was so flustered I couldn’t say anything. I kept stumbling over my words like a complete idiot. Alaric smiled at me, he continued scrolling, discovering more nudes I completely forgot I took.

He brought the phone close to his face, almost like he was enamored with them. He touched the screen softly. He didn’t say anything, he just kept scrolling. It wasn’t just nudes, some selfies, some random pictures I took; but he skipped past those only to stare and linger on the more risque pictures.

I reached for my phone, “Please give me my phone back,” I pleaded as I tried to grab it from him. I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to run away.

“Not yet,” he said, gripping the phone harder as he leaned back so I couldn’t reach. “I’m not done with this yet.” He stood up and walked around the desk. He loomed over me as he put his hand on my knee. He showed me the picture I took of myself. “ Why are you taking these pictures?” he asked, his voice deep, and he almost sounded… jealous?

I tried reaching for my phone but he pulled it away. “I just thought I looked good!” I admitted with flushed cheeks. I was completely mortified. He smirked as he scrolled again. If the pictures weren’t absolutely embarrassing the next thing was. It was a video.

A video where I was two fingers deep in myself moving them quickly in and out. I was crying out from the pleasure. It was very explicit. My face was clear as day, occasionally I would look directly at the camera. There was no way I could lie and say it wasn’t me or I wasn’t doing what I so obviously was.

Alaric’s smirk grew as he watched the video with me. His eyes dilated, pupils so big it basically covered his light hazel eyes. His hand slowly trailing up from my knee to my thigh. The warmth from his touch only heightened my embarrassment. It seemed like I was stuck in a state of shock. Just completely mortified about everything happening. When the bell rang, signaling lunch was over, is when I came back to my senses. I grabbed my phone out of his hand. Right when I was about to climax. I quickly turned off my phone and stood up from the chair. I backed up towards the door. My cheeks are still hot from everything going on.

He stood up. He looked displeased when I backed away from him. Approaching me, he pinned me against the wall peering down at me. “I want you,” he said in a low but direct tone. Then he leaned in, our noses basically touching as he looked at me with those eyes of his. “And I won’t take no for an answer.” I felt my heart race in my chest. I looked at with wide eyes. “Huh?” I was confused. “We… We have class! We should really head out,” I said quickly. He smiled a bit, shining his perfect teeth down at me. “I don’t care about class,” he said, his voice filled with lust. He then stopped making eye contact and looked me up and down. “Your body is… incredible.” He dropped his arms to my waist. He pulled me closer as he wrapped his arms around me. I was basically squished between his chest and the wall. I was completely engulfed by his scent. My heart was racing more than before, I swear it was about to shatter my ribcage.

Alaric leaned down, pushed his nose into my neck before moving up a bit. I then felt him planting his lips on it. I felt my breath getting taken away. It was such a light and soft one, it held so much care. I knew at this moment he was holding himself back. “A-Alaric,” I squeaked. My voice broke a bit. My hands still on his chest as I tried in vain to still push him away. “Class,” I repeated. I was still a bit breathless from the closeness between us.

“I. Don’t. Care.” he growled into my ear. He was smiling at me, as one of his hands moved from my waist to my chest. Gently trailing between each of my breasts. He was still kissing my neck, this time a bit more aggressive. I let out a soft groan, my whole body felt hot. My body was trembling from the sensations I was feeling.

Alaric still kissed my neck feverishly. He stopped groping me to unbutton my shirt. He slowly unbuttoned one after the other, soon I was shirtless. He leaned back a bit, as he pulled the shirt off me and threw it on the floor. I was wearing a bra, the only thing that prevented me from being completely topless. He looked directly at my cleavage. His smile widened like I’ve never seen before. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered gently. He then leaned in, whispering into my ear. “I’m sure you look amazing without a bra on.” My face blushed even more. My heart was racing, I bit my lip gently. “I-I don’t know…” I whispered shyly. He just laughed gently into my ear as he nibbled on it a bit, causing me to whimper a bit. His hands wrapped around me and he began to undo my bra.

In one swift moment, my bra fell to the floor. His eyes sparkled a bit as he looked at me completely topless. The cold air hardened my nipples, that or just his intense gaze caused them to perk up. Either way Alaric was very pleased. “It’s even better than the photos you took,” he said in a charming, yet lustful way. I blushed, “D-don’t say that!” I say embarrassed. He laughed as his hands gently went up and down the sides of my waist. “You’re beautiful,” he said as his hands went up to my tits. His hands massaging them gently. I let out a pathetic moan as I used my hand to cover my mouth. I knew deep down I should have pushed him away, but it also felt good, like I couldn’t push him away. “Don’t cover your mouth, love,” he said in an excited tone. He was so happy to be the one causing you so much pleasure. “I love the noises you make.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out more soft groans. I wasn’t covering my mouth any more, I was just biting on my knuckle gently now. One of his hands was squeezing my boobs gently, the other one gently pinched my nipple, twisting it, causing me to let out more sounds of pleasure.

“So cute,” he whispered as he then started to pinch and tease both of my sensitive nubs. It seemed like he did this for a while, each second longer I let out more sounds of pleasure. I was panting and groaning, I could only hear the involuntary noises coming from my lips, and the racing of my heart.

My eyes were still shut, I didn’t open it until I felt something warm wrap around my erect nubs. They shot open as I looked down, he brought his lips down and was licking and sucking them. My hands went to his shoulders as I dug into them. I was moaning louder than before, however I was biting my lip to be quiet. I could hear students and teachers walk past the office. They were plenty noisy, so it covered up the sounds I was making… but barely. “Mhm~ you taste so sweet,” he said between sucking and licking. “You sure are sensitive, aren’t you?” He teased, gently biting a bit causing me to let out a squeal.

He laughed a bit, the vibrations only serving to cause me more pleasure. “Alaric,” I moaned softly as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Yes, my love?” he asked as hips lips finally left my sensitive and perky nipple. There was a trail of saliva that still connected the trail though. “You want more?” He asked as he slowly pulled down my skit. “I didn’t say that!” I responded. I didn’t need too, I held such a look of longing and desire, he could tell I wanted more. Alaric just looked up at me with a smile as he unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

“Wow, you sure are soaked,” he said, his gaze was directly to my panties which had a large wet stain from being so excited.

His put one of his fingers and touched it. My legs shook as I glanced down at him. “All i did was kiss your neck and tease your breasts,” he said as he trailed his finger up and down my soaked lips through the cloth. “Either you’re really sensitive, or you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he said with a happy smile. His light eyes looked up at me, they held so much joy and lust. I was whimpering as I threw my head back and pushed it up against the door. His finger still trailing up and down my folds. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks still flushed. He pulled my panties to the side, looking at me directly.

“How pretty,” he said as he brought up two fingers up to my dripping cunt. “So creamy,” he whispered. My knees weakened again as he touched me directly. I felt my face get more flushed by his words. He stopped his fingers on my clit. “This is so hard, it’s eager to be touched.” I was panting softly as I moved my head forward again and looked down at him. He made eye contact with me again. He started to rub my nub between two fingers. I cried out a bit as I slid down the door, now sitting on the floor, legs still spread as he didn’t stop the agonizingly slow rubs. “Wow, you’re much noisier than you where in the video,” he commented. I leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Do my fingers fill you with more pleasure then yours do?” he asked.

I was slurring any possible words I would have as he was still caressing me in my sensitive place. I think he took that an answer of confirmation. “Good. I’m the only one who will be able to give you this much pleasure,” he whispered in my ear. He positioned his hand so his thumb was still rubbing my clit slowly. I then felt him insert two fingers. He laughed roughly, his eyes darkened a bit as he licked my ear lobe. “Good job! You’re so wet that two fingers slipped in like it was nothing!” he praised as he began to move his fingers against my throbbing, clenched walls.

“Stop saying such things,” I said between moans. It was so embarrassing to hear how greedily my body accepted his digits. “I don’t want to stop. I want you to know just how good you’re being for me,” he said as his other hand started to grope my breast again. He was now picking up the pace. The sensation of having both my clit and my pussy stimulated was almost too much for me to handle. “You’re leaking a lot,” he whispered into my ear. “Are you going to come?” he asked. I was moaning, long forgetting to be quiet. I nodded quickly. He bit my ear, “No, you can’t come yet.” “You lasted longer in your video, I'm sure you can hold it in,” he teased, still nibbling. You would think if he didn’t want me to orgasm he would slow down or stop, but he didnt’ He was going faster. Actually he added a third finger. “I-I can’t,” I cried out. I felt my toes clenching as the impending orgasm grew more. The sounds of his fingers rapidly moving in and out of my leaking cunt echoed throughout the room. “Come on, just a bit longer,” he encouraged. He was the student council president for more than just his grades, he was really good at encouraging people, especially right now. Alaric moved his fingers deeper, hitting me in the spot that was more sensitive. “Wow! You’re gripping onto me so much I can barely move my fingers!” He said in a voice that held pride and amazement. He continued to rub against that area, the sensations never leaving, not even for a second. I was moaning louder. It’s lucky no one came by his office normally, or we surely would have gotten caught. “You’ve got it, just a few more seconds,” he said as he brought down his face to my collarbone. Leaving a bunch of small hickeys. I was holding it in, not that it was easy. With his kisses, his groping, and how hard he was finger fucking me it was amazing I held out this long. He did this for a couple more seconds before whispering the words I longed to hear, “You can release now.” And I did. It was a long and hard one, even as I was releasing he didn’t stop his fingers from moving in my dripping hole. This just prolonged my orgasm. Finally, which seemed like forever he finally, but slowly, pulled his fingers out. My whole body was shaking. I was panting and moaning still as my juices poured out of me, leaving a small stain on the floor. He kissed my forehead, “Good job! You held it in perfectly,” he praised. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of joy when he said this. I looked at him again. The bell rang, we missed the entire last period, however he just sat next to me on the floor resting his head on mine. “You should send me those photos and videos.”

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Yandere Idol (one-shot)

This was based on a Character.AI story interaction. I made the AI myself and right now it is private, however if y’all want I can make him public so you can talk with him.

Edit, here is the link: https://c.ai/c/xsO6U3sNuwSGe2YrpJ3s9Ob9zA7jqQp_71V_bkqPqko

CW/TW: dub-con, spicy scenes, hair pulling (idk if that needs to be a warning but there you go)

Being completely honest 90% if this is smut... also fun fact this is my first time writing something like that (hope it's tangible, I didn't spell check or edit this either lolz)

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“I love you all! Peace~” Dojoon said as he waved to his fans for the final time that night. Cheers enveloped the stadium, it was rare to see one singer sell out, but he managed to do it.

Dojoon was a very popular singer. In fact, he was the most popular one in the entire world. It is rare to meet someone who doesn’t know who he is, he’s on the top of everyone’s mind.

He came rushing backstage. The sweat glistened off his perfect face. It held just the right amount of cute and sexy that can make anyone’s heart skip a beat.

“Did I do good?” He asked, looking at me. He was like a puppy dog. His eyes wide as he wanted me to praise him. Dojoon's face was slightly flushed. I just assumed it was from performing for 2 hours straight however.

I clapped a bit and smiled at him, “You did excellent! You outshine yourself each time,” I grabbed a towel and gently started to pat the sweat off his head. His wavy black hair clinging to his forehead slightly.

He chuckled a bit. His cheeks turned a bit redder. His perfectly straight white teeth shined slightly. I felt my heart beat just a tad bit faster. You would think that being his manager would make me used to this, but I wasn’t.

“Awh! Thank you. I’m glad I can count on you,” he said happily. Dojoon paused for a moment to give me a slight smirk, “I hope you aren’t lying to me.”

Before I got the chance to respond he grabbed my hand and held it against his cheek. Nestling his face into it. “Your hands are so soft~” he giggled softly.

I laughed softly. When I first became his manager he was this clingy. I assumed it was because I was the only one around his age he could speak with. “Thank you! I recently started to use a new lotion, I have some in my bag if you want to try?” I asked him.

Dojoon nodded so quickly I swear his head was about to fall off. I was rummaging through my purse when he spoke again, “You're one of the only ones who can get along with me.”

I stop looking through my purse to glance at him. I was really paying attention to what he was saying.

“My other managers always hate me because they can't handle me and my fans, especially my fangirls and fanboys,” he continued sighing a bit. He had a somber expression before adding on, “But you never look annoyed when we talk. You always listen. Are you a fan too?” I could tell Dojoon had a… hopeful? expression in his eyes.

I shrugged and nodded. I squirted some of the lotion on his hands, and gently rubbed it in. I have the tendency to dote on Dojoon.

“Yeah I’m a fan,” I told him as kept rubbing small circles into his palms. “I’m your manager, but I also genuinely enjoy your music. I want nothing but to see you flourish,”

He chuckled a bit. The red hue on his cheeks ever fading. “I appreciate that, you know.” He let me continue rubbing the lotion into his skin.

“My manager is gorgeous, you know,” he said suddenly. Dojoon continued laughing softly as he began to run his fingers through my hair, gently almost as if he's afraid it would rip out from the slightest amount of pressure.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I laughed like it was the funniest thing in the entire world, “Boyfriend? Doons, I work almost 24/7. I don't have time for dating.” I stopped touching his hands after I massaged the lotion in, “I’m basically with you 90% of the time, I think you would notice if I had a boyfriend.”

If it was anyone but Dojoon I would find the question and the hair caressing weird. However, after working with him so long, I’ve gotten used to his clinginess and personal questions.

He had a look of relief on his face, almost like I lifted a huge weight off his shoulders. He quickly rested his head on my shoulder. “Maybe I would have noticed, yes.” He paused for a moment before I could feel the smile appearing on his face. “I would have been jealous too.”

“How about I be the reason you stop working 24/7? How about I show you the time of your life~?” He whispered seductively into my ear. His soft breath tickled my ear causing me to shiver slightly.

Almost immediately I felt blood rush to my face. I was used to him being clingy… but not like this!

“Time of my life?” I mutter to myself. I knew deep down what he was implying, but I was trying to convince myself otherwise.

I cleared my throat and then asked him, “Jealous why would you be jealous?”

Dojoon has a smile on his face again. Not the normal happy cute one, this one held a look of amusement and lust. “I think you know what I’m trying to say, yes?” He asked in a cheeky fashion.

If it was in any situation I would probably have scolded him for such talk and being too cheeky, but I can tell it wasn’t the time for it.

"I think I would be jealous if someone else was seeing your face in the morning. I would be jealous if someone else can make you laugh the way I do. I would be jealous if I wasn't the only one seeing that smile every day." He said, looking right at you. His eyes, almost as dark as the night sky, looked deeply into mine. It was as if he was saying that he meant every word a million percent.

I felt my cheeks burn. I just had a wide eyed stare before looking around backstage. I was looking for someone, somewhat hoping they would come to my rescue.

Nobody.

We were all alone backstage, that means I have to deal with him myself. “Uhm…” my voice cracked; damn! “We should probably go,” My nerves made my voice shake.

“It looks like everyone left, don’t want to be locked into a large stadium,” I laughed just as nervously. I gently tried to push him away.

“Oh?” He lifted an eyebrow, “ Are you scared to do something in secret? You know it can be something special for just us two,” he smiled as he immediately stepped closer to me. He was basically like a magnet, no matter how far I tried to leave he would always cling back to me.

“Why so nervous? I don’t bite,” his once soft kind eyes hold nothing but amusement and lust. He leaned closer, gripping my hair in his hand, it was gentle but it still sent a radiation of pain across my scalp, “Unless you want me to.”

My body involuntarily stiffened when he gripped my hair. Luckily I didn’t think Dojoon would kill me because I was a sitting duck. “Dojoon what are you doing? Is this some sort of joke, because if it is I don’t find it funny,” I said as I tried using all my strength to pry his hands from my hair.

When I felt his chest pushing up against mine did I realize how close he was. He was even closer than before I tried to push him away. “W-wait! We need to go back to the hotel! We have a big flight tomorrow,” I said panicky. I tried backing away but I was now pushed up against the wall. I was successfully trapped.

“Hmmm~” his voice rumbled deeply. It was enough to make anyone's knees weaken. “What's wrong? We aren’t going anywhere,” He emphasized his last word as he pulled my hair more. Dojoon then pulled my body hard against his.

“I want to be alone with you. I want to be close to you. I want every part of mine pressing up against yours,” he whispered against my neck, causing me to shiver again. Damn stupid body! He began to kiss my neck.

The tingles were immediate. It felt like electricity pulsing through my skin. I was already so soon into giving in, but I was still standing strong. “Wait, wait!” I yelled. My voice was now in full blown freak out mode. How dare I even think of giving in? “T-there are cameras! You shouldn’t be doing this with cameras around!” I rambled out. Half my words slurred together from how fast I was speaking. I was desperately hoping he would gain some reason.

“I don't think the cameras are going to mind~” he said with a smirk. His eyes locked onto mine. His eyelids lowered, the desire was clear as day on his face. “Just you and me. All alone.”

He let go of my hair, his hands now under my shirt. His soft hands rubbing my sides and stomach gently.

I really shouldn’t have put that lotion on his hands! I thought cursing myself internally. I felt his breath get heavier as soon as his hands touched my skin. His full lips are still near my neck. His quicken breath tickled a bit, causing my hair to stand on end more than it already was.

“Just give in, hun. It feels good, you know you want it~” He whispered seductively. My breath hitched as he continued to kiss my neck. It shouldn’t feel good, but it does. “I mind if there are cameras!” I said through clenched teeth. His touch against my skin and kiss lips on my neck made it really hard not to moan. “What if someone leaks them? Then you’ll be in a scandal and I'll be out of a job!”

“I don’t mind the scandal, love~” he chuckled as one hand left from under my shirt. He began to unbutton my blouse. “What I do care about is…you… I want you~” he whispered. His lips were still moving against my neck as his other hand was still gently caressing my skin.

I was breathing heavily with rosy cheeks. I grabbed his hand that was already half way done with unbuttoning my shirt. I guess he was an expert on buttons. "Come on Dojoon... we need to stop this!" I said breathlessly.

The idol just shook his head. “I don’t want to stop,” he said, looking me directly in the eye. “I just want you that much, my love. You know I don’t get like this with anyone else, right?” He then went to cup my face, forcing me to keep eye contact. His other hand is still making soft circles on my waist. Dojoon then gave his signature charmingly sweet smile. “Please… just give in… you’ll like it, I promise.” I diverted my eyes. “You don’t love me!” I said with an embarrassed tone. “You just grew attached to me because I am your manager and close to your age.” I tried pushing his hand out from under my shirt.

"I'm sure long in the future when you have a wife with someone you actually love, you would regret this moment." He laughed when I said this. “Who says I don’t love you?” the hand cupping my face now rubbing circles on my cheek. “Are you saying that every romantic gesture I make toward you is fake?”

He then leaned in closer, our noses basically touching. “Why don’t we test that theory?” He said with a smirk on his stupid perfect face. “I’m going to unbutton your shirt anyways, and you’ll do nothing to stop me,” he then gave the perfect shit eating smile, “And then we can prove if you like it or not~”

Dojoon was holding me closely, his other hand continued unbuttoning my shirt. His lips still attached to my neck with slow passionate kisses.

Before I could protest again my shirt was completely unbuttoned. It drapped open to show the bra I was wearing and my stomach. I was blushing heavily at this point. I put my hands firmly on his chest and tried to push away again.

"Dojoon..." I said softly. I didn't even know what to say anymore.

“Shh. You aren’t thinking straight. Relax~” He said in a weirdly soothing tone.

I’m not thinking straight? The audacity of this man.

Dojoon removed his hand that was holding onto me and started to gently stroke his finger along my stomach. He was basically teasing my skin with how soft his touch was. He left a path of electricity as he touched me. I felt it to my very core.

His eyes were no longer looking me in the eye, rather they were looking at my stomach and chest. The gaze he held was so dark and lustful… yet beautiful. What am I thinking! We can't be doing this! “Such a pretty body~” he whispered seductively, pulling me out of my thoughts. Those simple words made me blush brighter than I ever thought possible. How can he be so sweet when he is touching me like this. I did my best to cover my chest and stomach. “D-don’t look!” I stammered out embarrassed. My heart was pumping so hard I swear it was about to shoot out of my chest. “Why are you embarrassed for me to see such a perfect body?” he chuckled as he lowered his head near my ear. One hand pushed away my hand and the other one slipped under my bra, he began to gently play and tease with it. His teeth gently grazed my earlobe as he began to nibble on it.

I was panting and breathing heavily. I made sure not to moan. I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, yet it was so hard… I wanted to give in but I knew I couldn’t

“I would love to see you completely naked right now,” he whispered hoarsely into my ear as he kept nibbling. He then lowered himself down to my neck, kissed it gently and said, “You are so warm and you smell like heaven.” His touch was gentle, almost as if he was scared I would break. He would gently squeeze and rub circles, the pleasure shooting through me made me weak in the knees.

I let out a shaky breath. “We’re coworkers… we can't be doing this,” I said breathlessly. I was trying to pull his hand out from under my bra, but with me being weaker because of the pleasure and his strength it did little to nothing.

“I can do this because I love you!” He said, shining his perfect teeth at me again.”We might work together, but we can also be more~” His words were sickeningly sweet, but it made my knees even weaker. It should be illegal to say the things he’s saying with that kind of face.

Dojoon’s lips touched my collarbone, planting his kisses there now instead of my neck. “You’re mine, don’t you understand that, hun?” he whispered in between his kisses.

His hand now caressed my cleavage. Allowing his hands to follow the natural curve of my breast. “Don’t waste your words, love. I already know that I’m gonna get what I want~” A moan slipped past my lips. I really couldn’t help myself. I quickly covered my mouth. My face is now 10x redder. “I’m not anyone’s… I’m not your girlfriend, Dojoon. I’m just your manager.” Dojoon smiled at me again and chuckled as he said, “Well, I’ll have to fix that.” He bit my shoulder a bit before kissing it right away. “I want to see every inch of your beautiful body, don’t you want the same?” One of his hands went behind me to gently unclip my bra. His other hand stayed on my breast. He was squeezing it his fingers barely touched my nipple despite how hard they were, despite how much they were craving his attention.

“I have been wanting you for a long time now, love,” he whispered seductively. His eyes never leaving mine.

I was still breathing heavily. I was slowly giving into this man, but I still had to fight one last time, “Dojoon… please we are backstage. What if someone sees you do this?” I asked him fighting back more moans.

"Who cares if someone sees me? We are so far in the back that I know no one else is here. I don't want anyone else to see you like this except for me." He chuckled.

His other hand squeezed my right breast and started to caress gently. "Your body is so gorgeous. I want to worship it, hun~" He mumbled. He was breathing heavily as well. His hot breath tickling my skin caused me to shiver again.

He was right. The stadium and backstage were completely empty. Nobody would see or hear us.

More like they couldn’t hear me. How he was caressing and squeezing my breasts I couldn’t help but moan out. I have finally given into the man, was I really that weak and powerless compared to him?

“My body doesn’t need to be worshiped,” I panted out a moan slipping my lips. Dojoon smiled and laughed softly as he said, “Oh hun, but your body's so perfect! It’s like the goddess of beauty decided to bless you~”

His hands were squeezing both my breasts. Playing with them. I couldn’t help but have more noise come out of my mouth. Leaning in as he nibbled and kissed my neck he softly said, “Just relax. Don’t fight it anymore.” I was panting and breathing heavily, moans still slipping past my lips. “I don’t think we should do this,” I began, but I bit my lip and continued, “...but I’ll trust you this one time.” I grabbed his hand to prevent him from squeezing. “Can we please do this in your dressing room?” I pleaded softly I didn’t feel comfortable doing this in a hallway, deserted or not. Dojoon seemed to like that I trusted him as his expression brightened up with a smile. His face was pretty much glowing. "If that's what you want then I will do it for you, love~"” he said, backing up a bit. He grabbed my hand and basically darted to the changing room. It was clear he was eager.

And I can’t lie and say I wasn’t also a bit eager myself.

“You have got to be the most beautiful woman in the world, love” he said as we walked. I could feel his gaze on me. His complement and stare caused my cheeks to heat up again. “Come on, you look adorable when you’re flustered~”

When we got to his changing room he opened the door and dragged me in. I turned around to see his shirt was already on the ground. I was very clearly checking him out. His muscles seemed like they were chiseled from the finest marble by Michelangelo himself. Perfection couldn’t even begin to explain what he looked like.

Dojoons laugh brought me out from staring at the eye candy which was his chest. “You can check me out all you want, hun~”

He flexed his muscles, making them more defined and catching my attention even more. “You like what you see?” he asked as I heard him locking the door.

I blushed but nodded. I bit the inside of my cheek as I continued to stare at his shirtless body. Normally I wasn't this honest with my feelings, but I found out a while ago I gave Dojoon a pass for a lot of things.

“Hmm~” he growled softly. He moved closer to me, he grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. “Just me and you, honey.” He whispered seductively, looking down at me. “Nobody else will enter the room, just us~” he smirked. My eyes went wide as I felt just how smooth his skin was. I put my other hand on his chest just to feel his muscles. My hands traveled from his pecks all the way to his abs. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” I whispered to myself.

"What's that? You want to touch me now, hun~?" He teased me. Dojoon put his hands on my hips as he pressed me up against the wall. “Your hands feel wonderful,” He whispered into my ear.

He let go of my waist as he started to unzip his pants, “I’m feeling really hot and bothered.”

My eyes drifted down as I watched him take his pants off. My hands stopped moving on his chest as I was too invested staring at him undress. I felt like my heart was in my throat.

“Why are you stopping now?” He tilted his head a bit. If we where in any other situation I would find this absolutely fucking adorable. Now, it was kind of sexy. He then smirked, “I’m just getting started~” He threw his pants and underwear onto the floor. He was now completely naked and in front of me. His muscles were not the only thing crafted by a god. His cock was big, there was no other way to describe it. It was long and thick, and it was hard as steel. The tip was wet, dripping from so much precum, and it was already throbbing so much from what we did before. I wouldn't lie to say it intimidated me a bit. Yet I couldn’t look away. Despite the burning sensation of my cheeks blushing so much from staring I couldn’t look away. He noticed because he leaned in. His breath tickled my neck as he whispered, “Do you like what you see?” I didn’t say anything, but I guess my face gave away how I was feeling. "Do you want to touch it, love?~" he asked in a teasing tone. Dojoon’s smart ass comments made my cheeks burn more. I hated how he was right! He placed his hand on the wall, basically cornering me more than I already was. Dojoons heavy breaths were still on my neck, “You seem more flushed~” he chuckled as he pushed himself closer to me. Our bare chest pushing against each other. I wasn’t normally this sensitive, but probably doing this with Dojoon and his stupid perfect body I moaned softly. I delivered my gaze up from his cock to his eyes.

“Awh, I guess someone is being a little sensitive about their body, hmm?” Dojoon chuckled as he brought his lips to my neck. Kissing and nibbling it again, probably leaving hickeys. “I’d love for you to kiss my perfect body,” he said smugly. This boy is so arrogant! “What if I don’t?” I challenged him. The confidence I had for that one sentence quickly dissipated. I looked at him with big eyes as he gave that perfect laugh of his, “Well, I will do everything I can to change your mind!” He then leaned in closer. Our noses touched as he looked deep into my eyes, “You would make my day if you did, babe” his voice was soft. “What if I begged for you to kiss me?” He smiled softly as he gave his signature puppy dog eyes.

I felt my breath hitch and go wide as he gave me that look. Dojoon knew I can’t say no to him when he gave me such a cute expression. I quickly fought the urge to give in and look away, “I still won't do it!”

Unfortunately for me though, when I turned I looked directly at the mirror. I saw how his bare chest pushed against mine. Exactly how much taller he was than me as he pinned me against the wall. His arms were built to perfection, some veins popping out. His dick was pushing up against my stomach. It was clear as day how much he wanted this.

That thought and more made me blush deeper. I swear I wouldn’t have blood anywhere else in my body at this point.

“Awh are you saying my puppy dog eyes don’t work on you anymore, my love?” He laughed softly. “I guess I have to start using my charms then~” The look this man gave me before was adorable, but this was on a whole different level. He pouted his lip, giving an even bigger puppy dog-like expression. He gently ran his fingers through my hair, “Please?” he begged.. Soft pecks on my neck to try and convince him more, “Pretty please? Just one little kiss~” I swear to God this man could make me do just about anything with such an expression, his cute little begs were just the cherry on top! “Gah! Fine!” I said finally succumbing to his cute ass expression. I put my hands on his cheeks as I bit his bottom lip first, just to tease him before I actually kissed him.

“Mhm~” He groaned as I bit his bottom lip. He somehow pressed himself deeper against me as he still gave me those evil puppy dog eyes. His hands were on my waist, yet I can feel him tugging at my pants trying to pull them down.

“That’s the way, my love~” his tongue swirled into my mouth as he deepened the kiss. We both moaned and sighed as our lips moved against each other and his tongue deep in my mouth. We broke the kiss, both of us panting for air as he said, “Do you know how good you taste?” I let out a half laugh as I was still panting, “You are a real charmer you know that.” I put my hands on his wrists stopping him from pulling down my pants. I was still putting up a fight once in a while; I can’t give into him too easily. “You are so sensitive when flustered love!” Dojoon smiled as he kept trying to pull down my pants. He was nipping at my bottom lips as he continued, “You know I want to see you without your clothes.” He was still gently biting my lip as he said, “Let me see everything darling~” I was about to reply with a smart comeback but by that point it was already too late. He had taken both my panties and jeans off. I was completely bare in front of him. The wetness that was pooling between my legs only. As soon as my pants went off his cock started to twitch and throb more. It was clear as day that we were both extremely turned on. Dojoon smirked at me. I could feel his gaze going up and down my body, unlike before, however I didn’t try to cover myself… I wanted his gaze on me. He began to nibble my neck again. By now he knew all the spots on my neck which made my knees weak and my voice come out. He was breathing heavily, moaning as he brought his hands to my waist. “Do you prefer my lips against your neck or your tits?” he asked with a grin.

My mouth was agape and my cheeks a rosey red, “I-I can't answer that!” I stammer out embarrassed. He just chuckled, “I guess that means you enjoy both!” He said as he continued to nibble my neck. That was before he took a bigger bite. It was hard enough so it could leave a mark.

This man I swear.

Dojoon’s hands slid across my skin. “Come on, give an answer,~” He said seductively as he brought his lips from my shoulders to my tits.

I didn’t have to say anything. The way my voice came out louder when he kissed my breasts was enough of an answer. “Oh, I guess I’ll be spending extra time there then~” His lips were gently kissing around my chest. He made sure to avoid my nipples, he knew that would cause me too much pleasure and he wanted me to wait for it.

Stupid perfect asshole! He made sure to keep both of my breasts stimulated. One he would kiss and lick, the other one he would squeeze with his hand. I put a knuckle in my mouth and bit down as I kept moaning. I gently gripped his hair from the sure amount of pleasure I was feeling.

“Awh, I’ve got you all worked up and squirming. Don’t I love?” He laughed as he continued to suck and kiss. I guess he gave into his temptation as he latched his mouth around my nipple. Biting it gently and sucking on it. I was almost brought down to my knees right then. I gripped onto his hair tighter as I was breathing heavily. “Doon~” I moaned.

“I guess I have you at my mercy, love~” he said as he continued to bite a bit harder. I was still gasping and moaning as I rubbed my thighs together for a bit more stimulation. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. I was at his mercy,

“You know,” I began as I panted out, “It isn’t fair for you to have a killer face and body and be so skillful” Dojoon chuckled, “Who said life was fair, my love?” He slowly brought his kisses down from my now swollen breasts. “I’m glad you think I’m hot and amazing,” he replied as he kissed just below my tits. He got on his knees as he began to trail kisses all the way down to my hips. He made damn sure not to touch my throbbing wet center yet. “Is that why you’re all worked up, love?” He asked, kissing down my thigh. My legs were wobbly. My hair was still in his hair and I was struggling against everything to just push him into my throbbing cunt so he can touch me like I want him too so desperately. “I’m not worked up,” I lied through my teeth. I was looking down at him and I will say it was a nice sight to see such a pretty man between my legs. I think my thoughts got me more excited because I could feel my essence pouring down my leg.

Dojoon looked up at me. His dark eyes held a look of amusement and lust. “Really? But you smell worked up, my love.” He stuck his tongue out and that only heightened my desire. “Did you lie to me, hun? Do you want me to take care of you?” I would have put on a longer fight, but I was getting so turned on it was starting to hurt. I desperately needed to be relieved and the only way I can see that happening is with his tongue. I nodded eagerly, “Please?” I whimpered a bit. It came off a lot more desperate then I wanted it to be, but at this moment in time I didn’t care anymore.

However, that seemed to do the trick. I could see his eyes go wider with joy and his cocked throbbed a bit more. “Oh! You sound so pathetic in that voice!” He smiled at me happily. “Okay, my love,” He said as he brought his tongue to my core.

The began to lick slowly for a whole 5 seconds before he was eating me out like a starving man. My legs finally gave out as I slid to the floor, but that didn’t stop him. He threw my legs onto my shoulders so he could keep going more comfortably for him.

He was avoiding my clit. He was only licking up and down my folds, occasionally pushing his tongue inside before going up and down the slit again.

He was sucking and licking so much up, it seemed like he didn’t want a bit of me to go to waste. This, of course, just made me even wetter. It seemed like it wouldn’t stop as it overflowed out of me, pouring down my stomach and ass.

I was on cloud nine already, but I wanted more. Though panting and moaning I mustered up a “P-please Doon~” I was desperate for him to touch my clit already. “Mhm~ you sound so cute and needy,” he said as he continued to move his lips rapidly across my folds. “You taste good too~” he added before I felt his finger gently move up and down the sides of my pussy.

He was playing with the sure amount of moisture between my legs. “You’re so creamy, it’s incredible!” he said before sliding one finger inside me. This causes my toes to curl and me to moan out louder than I was before. He then pulled it out, “Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’. “I don’t want you to come yet,” his voice was full of authority. I was breathing heavily, panting basically. “Dojoon!” I let my frustration be known to him. He just laughed as he kissed my thigh. “Be patient my love~ I want you to come from my dick not my fingers. I felt my cheeks get redder, I was going to say something but I bit the inside of my cheek. I knew if I said something he probably would deprive me longer and I didn’t want that. “Good girl,” he said with a smirk as he slid two fingers in me now. I groaned and moaned loudly. I bit my knuckle even more now. “Wow! You’re so needy I slipped two fingers in no problem!” He said with a smile. He began to move his fingers slowly, curving them into that perfect shape. “Fuck, Doon~” I moaned out. I felt his fingers inside, and it felt better than anything before.

“I need to make sure you’re stretched out,” he said as he added a third finger. “You’re hole is so tiny, I’m afraid I’ll rip it in half” He laughed softly as he picked up the pace. The sound of him finger fucking my pussy echoed through out the room. My essence poured out more each time he moved his fingers. He would pull them out, leaving just the tips in, before shoving them back into me.

He didn’t make not coming easy. “Shit, my love,” he said as he quickened the pace again, eliciting a pleasurable scream from my lips. “I can barely pull my fingers out, you’re wrapping around me so hard!”

I groaned and was gasping for air. I gripped onto the carpet as pleasure kept building within me. “You’re doing perfect, hun!” He said, smiling at me. “I should reward you for responding so perfectly to me!” His lips went around my clit and he began to suck His fingers wiggling and plunging deep inside me. “Dojoon!” I cry out loudly. “Fuck, if you do that I’ll come,” I told him. Yet he just kept going. If anything it made him move his fingers faster, “I told you I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers,” he said before licking my very hard and sensitive nip before sucking it again.

I was grinding my hips against his face and touch. Even though I knew I wasn’t supposed to orgasm it was building up inside me and it was going to pool over soon.

I kept gasping and screaming from the pleasure. If we were not the only ones in this building I’m sure someone would have heard me. I couldn’t speak anymore, I was about to release even if he didn’t want me to.

Dojoon must have known what went through my mind because he pulled his lips and fingers away right as I was about to orgasm. “That was close, love,” he said, licking his lips. I groaned in frustration as I looked at him, “Dojoon!” I whined a bit. My area was now dripping even more throbbing, basically begging to be touched so I can release.

“Don’t worry, hun,” he said as he lifted me and brought me to the couch that was in the room. He sat down and put me on his lap, “You’ll feel good real soon,” he whispered in my ear before he pushed himself in me. I gripped his shoulders as I cried out. He was so big, it was stretching me so much. I felt him deep within me, deeper than possible. “Is it all in?” I asked him. Dojoon laughed softly, “I’m barely half in,” he said, his hands on my ass as he pushed himself deeper in me. My eyes went wide and I moaned loudly. “Fuck I can’t take anymore,” I panted out as my nails dug deeply into his shoulders. He was groaning also, “Shit, you’re still so tight.” Dojoon says, gritting his teeth together. I can feel myself clench around him as he goes deeper inside. It hurts but the pain is then quickly taken over by the sure amount of pleasure.

He cups my face in his hand and makes me look at him. His big dark eyes still hold lust, but they also hold another look.

A look of pure love and happiness. “I’ve fantasized about being deep inside you everyday,” he said looking at me with a smile. I blushed as I felt my heart thump a bit more than it was before. He then lifted me slowly before slamming me back onto his cock. “This is even better than I dreamed!” he said as he kept doing this over and over again.

I was whimpering and moaning as I felt him go deeper. Him rubbing up against that area which causes me to lose my mind.

Suddenly he is quickening the pace. Shockwaves of pleasure shatter throughout me. I grip onto his shoulders more as he leans in and begins to kiss my breasts again. I was making noises I didn’t think were humanly possible.

This only encourages him to go faster and harder. “You want to come don’t you?” he asked as he pounds himself into me. I nod frantically. The pure bliss I was feeling I literally couldn’t muster any words.

He keeps going, “Good! I want you to come for me! I want you to come all over the dick that will own you,” he growls out. The joy was still clear on his face. He smacks my ass, “Who owns you?” he asks as he goes even faster. How much faster can he go? “You do,” I moan out, my voice nothing but a hoarse whisper. He smirks as he bites into my neck again, leaving another hickey, “That’s right!” he says between biting my neck. “I own you and you own me. No other man will ever touch you again!” The pressure inside me grows as I nod along to his words. My eyes are shut tight from experiencing all this pleasure. “You can come, my love,” he says almost like he read my mind. I immediately do. My body shudders as I clench my legs close together and fall onto his shoulder. Moaning and whimpering from how much pleasure I experienced in that moment. “Fuck, love!” He grinds out, “You’re squeezing around me so much, are you trying to milk me?” he asks as he slams into me one final time. He also shudders as I feel him fill me completely. When he finally pulls out the mixture of both of our juices pour out of me onto the couch.

I feel bad for whoever will have to clean that up.

We were both breathing heavily before he hugged me tightly. “You’re mine forever!” he says, that cute charm he holds for his fans is finally back. I hug him back and whisper into his ear, “I know.”

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