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Crawling Chaos - Part Two - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,687

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), masturbation, bondage, biting, daddy kink, literally 90% of this is PURE FILTH

Notes: I had no restraint on this. Y’all can blame @minhosmeanhoe for literally demanding this from me, and giving me things to add to this because we would just talk about everything kinky with Void. Lemme know your thoughts!

Part 1 Part 3

Void stormed into the abandoned apartment he had taken refuge in while he was creeping around Beacon Hills, slamming the door behind him. He let out a frustrated groan, throwing the jacket he was wearing across the room. He was beyond annoyed at right now, Scott and the pack having foiled current plans. He punched a nearby wall, cursing to himself.

“Oh, Void baby. Having a rough day?”

He turned at the noise, finding you laying upside down on his bed. Your head was hanging over the edge, looking over at the angry male. Your legs were kicked up into the air, the skirt you were wearing having fallen atop your stomach, giving him a perfect view of your black lace panties. Your breasts were nearly spilling over the top of your low-cut tank top you wore, looking plump and delicious like he remembered them.

Void licked his lips, trudging over to you. “Well, well. Little Crawling Chaos. What brings you back to Beacon Hills? Did the Outer Gods you follow tell you to finally come spread madness with me?”

You frowned at him, unsure if he was mocking your way of thinking. Sitting up on your knees on the tattered bed, you dug in the bag that was placed next to you. “No. I really just came to return your shirt from last time. I got some new clothes when I hit the Kingman area in Arizona, spread a little chaos, then bolted when they started getting suspicious of me for once. Figured I could take a quick detour back here to return it.”

You turned towards him, holding out the piece of clothing. He watched your movements, eyeing you carefully with his dark, whiskey orbs. “Is that really why you came back, kitten?” He closed the gap between you, ripping the shirt from your grasp and throwing it across the room. He pushed you back on the bed, hovering over you. His lips were dangerously close to yours, his hot breath hitting your face. “Are you sure you didn’t come back for another round?”

You glanced down at his lips for a second before locking your eyes with him. You licked your lips, staring at the man above you. “Why would you ever think that, Voidy? What makes you think I’d come back just to be with you?”

He chuckled. “The way you screamed for me when I was pounding into you? Or maybe the way you said next time we could have some real fun?”

You tapped your chin, looking away innocently. “Did I say that?”

He growled in frustration. “Yes, you did. So, what do you say kitten?”

You grinned, wrapping your leg around him, forcing him to collapse onto the bed. You straddled his waist, walking two fingers along his chest. “Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt while I am here.” You climbed off him, stepping away from the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you shimmy your panties down your legs, twirling them around your finger when you were done. “I took off something, that means you should too. Take off your shirt for me, baby. Then, I will let you have your way with me.”

He groaned, nearly tearing the shirt apart as he yanked it over his head, dropping it over the edge of the bed. He adjusted himself on the bed, subtly watching you pull the tank top over your head. Your strut over to him, pushing against his chest until he was lying back on the bed.

“I have a very important question for you, Voidy.” You paused, biting your lip. “Will you eat me out while I ride your face?” His eyes widened, gawking at your request for a moment before his eyes filled with massive amounts of lust. “I just can’t get over how amazing your mouth feels. I couldn’t help thinking about how it would feel when I’m sitting on it.”

Void tensed with desire, his pants becoming tighter by the second. He shifted on the bed, watching you take slow steps towards him. You were playing with the hem of your skirt, partially lifting it so he could see your juices flowing down your legs, coating your inner thighs.

“Fuck kitten. Get over here. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” You blushed, shuffling your feet until you were next to the bed. “That’s right, kitten. Come to daddy.”

You grinned, pushing his chest until he was flat on the bed once more, carefully straddling his face. His hot breath fanned over your pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue licked a long strip along your folds. You mewled at the action, your hands gripping at the rusty, metal headboard.

“Daddy, please don’t tease me,” You whined, your knuckles turning white from your tight grip on the metal. He silently obliged, shoving his tongue deep into your pussy, swirling it around in circles. His hands gripped at your thighs, feeling them tremble under his touch. “Oh daddy. Just like that.”

He groaned in content, licking his way through your pussy faster. He traced every inch of your inner walls, gathering every bit of juice that tried to escape. Your moans got louder and filthier the faster and deeper he went. Your hips shift against his faced, grinding your pussy into his luscious lips. The action made Void’s cock jump in his jeans, his tongue reaching deep into the depths of your pussy.

His tongue pulls away, finding its way up to your clit. His lips wrapped around the enlarged nub, flicking his tongue over it repeatedly. Every touch from his tongue caused you to shake spastically, screaming his name loudly through the entire room. You were writhing above him, pressing yourself as close as possible to him.

He resumed his assault on your pussy, trying to drive you to your peak. He didn’t notice your reach into your bag that was conveniently positioned directly next to his head, right where you had left it. He didn’t register you lacing your fingers with his as his name continued to slip off your tongue. He didn’t feel your tying his hands together to the metal headboard with a thick piece of rope. He was busy concentrating on wrapping his delicious lips around your clit once more, sucking harshly at it. His teeth nipped at the nub, tugging at it relentlessly. You trembled once, your juices leaking out of your pussy, the sticky white substance coating his lips and tongue. He happily lapped at the liquid, drinking every drop he could.

You relaxed from the mild orgasm, climbing off him carefully. He attempted to protest, reaching out to grab at you, finding his arms stuck to the headboard. He tugged a few times, every attempt in vain as he couldn’t get loose. He let out a growl, turning his head to face you, watching you wipe away some excessive liquid from your legs.

“Kitten, what the hell is this? Is this some sort of joke?” He jerked at the restraints, failing miserably once more. “Let me out, kitten!”

He giggled, sitting next to him on the bed. Your fingers traced random shapes on his chest, your eyes avoiding his. “No can do, Voidy. You’ve had your fun.”

He growled maliciously, his nails digging into his palms from his anger. “What do you think you are doing, kitten? This is my game! We made this clear last time!”

You finally glanced at him, a dark, mischievous glint in your eyes. You gave him a devilish smile, your shiny teeth glinting with misfortune for him. “Oh Void. You would like to think that, wouldn’t you? Well, let you tell you a little secret.” You moved closer to him, leaning over him so your face was directly over his. “You lost the game as soon as you let me in that night.”

Your tone was dark, almost sinister in nature. Void couldn’t help was shiver, slightly aroused by the dark demeanor, but also slightly frightened. He wasn’t used to being on this side of the fence, but there was something about it that intrigued him. He licked his lips, eying you closely. “Well, now that you have me where you want, what are we going to do?”

You could hear the taunting tone he held, backing away from him to look at him. “We’re going to play a game. This time, by my rules.”

He huffed, giving you a look of discontent. “Really kitten?” He scoffed casually, giving you a small smirk. “Fine. I’ll humor you. What are the rules of your game, kitten?”

You gave him a smug look, reaching behind you to unhook your bra with one hand. You slipped the straps off your arms, dangling the infernal human contraption you detested between your fingers in front of him. He watched you stroll around the room, your tits bouncing with every step you took. “Well. I was thinking we could play with your endurance.” He cocked an eyebrow at you, seeing your grin widen. “We’re going to see how long you can go without cumming. If I’m pleased with the result, then I will reward you.”

He bit his lip, holding back the moan that threatened to release. He was agitated, but couldn’t deny that he was aroused. You step closer to him, Void able to see the dark glint in your eyes. You twirled your hair around one finger, using your free hand to trace shapes on his chest. “Kitten, you are playing a dangerous game you know. Just wait until I get out of this.”

You giggle quietly, shifting so you straddled his waist. “If you get out, Void. You may be a thousand years old, but a lot of that time you spent locked away by the Nemeton. As for me, I’ve been alive. Thriving while you have been sleeping. I have mastered things you couldn’t possibly have imagined.”

His eyes widened for a second before returning to his angry expression. “How the fuck do you know all of that?”

You slyly smiled at him, grinding your hips against his. He let out a quiet moan, his hips jolting up as a result. “I have my ways. But that’s not important right now. For now, you may want to focus.”

He gave you a curious glance, watching your hands grab your tits, fondling them in front of him. His mouth slightly fell open, watching your head fall back as moans slipped from your lips. Your fingers tweaked your nipples, your hips pressing deep into him. “Oh god Void.”

He moaned loudly, tugging at the restraints to grab at your tits. He wanted to run his tongue over every inch of your smooth skin, biting at every sensitive spot your tits had to offer. He wanted to suck on your hardened nubs, hearing you howl in pleasure. His dick grew harder at the thoughts, straining in his jeans and pressing up into your moist pussy. You moaned louder at the feeling, waves of desire rippling through your being.

“Kitten, let me suck them,” he demanded, jostling his hips with yours. You lurched forward, your hands supporting yourself on his chest, your tits near his lips. He groaned when he couldn’t reach his desired targets. “Do I have to fucking beg, kitten?”

You hummed, thinking it over for a second. “Begging would be nice to hear from you. The big, bad Nogitsune, begging to suck some titties. But I’ll be nice for now. You just have to say please for now, because I will have you begging by the end, baby.”

He glared at you, furious with everything. You were mocking him, and he was helpless, unable to do anything to stop you. You knew how to push him, and now he was tied around your finger. You used his greed and his massive craving to tease you against him. He bit the inside of his cheek, the words dripping from his tongue like venom. “Please, kitten. Let me suck your tits until you are screaming my name more than before.”

You huffed slightly, staring at him. “I don’t really like your entire answer, but I guess I will be nice.” You shifted your hips against him, propping yourself up on your knees. You hovered above him, licking your lips in anticipation, Void repeating your action. His eyes were transfixed on you, your hardened nipples directly above his mouth, barely out of his reach. He grumbled, making attempts to reach his prize. You let out a laugh before leaning down, feeling his lips wrap around your nipple completely. Your laughs turned into moans, feeling his tongue rapidly flicking your nipple, his teeth nibbling at the nub harshly. “Fuck, Void. Your mouth is definitely magical.”

You felt his lips tug upwards in satisfaction, sucking harder on your tits. You mewled happily, your body shaking with the feeling of his tongue. He swapped between your breasts, repeating his restless assault on your nipples. He left countless marks on your skin, enjoying every second he had to pleasure you.

You whined, slipping your fingers under your skirt, sliding the along your folds. “Holy fuck. Baby, I’m so wet for you.” He broke from your nipple at your words, catching sight of your fingers under your skirt. He watched you adjust your position, sitting back on his waist, your legs outstretched on either side of his head. One hand held you up, the other lifting your skirt to give him a perfect shot of your dripping pussy.

You spread your folds with two fingers, using your middle finger to trace along your clit. You let out a happy sigh, leaning your head back at the feeling. Void watched in awe, his cock twitching repeatedly, pressing into the top of your ass and lower back through his jeans. The watched your perfectly manicured finger draw circles on the swollen nub, letting out breathy moans out with every complete rotation. He licked his lips slowly, wishing he could latch onto your sweet pussy.

“Come on, kitten. You can do more than just play with your clit. Finger yourself for me. Think about when I did it last time and how you screamed when I scissored your perfect little pussy.” He sneered, his verbal jab sending shivers up your spine.

You glanced down at him, pulling your fingers from your clit. “You are in no position to make demands like this, Voidy. Remember one little thing. I’m in control baby. You can’t do anything about that. You can’t touch me, or leave marks on me. You can’t willingly do anything to me. But me? I can do whatever my heart desires, baby. And I will only finger myself because I know it will drive you mad that you can’t touch me. That you can’t taste my sweet juices, the juices that you crave so dearly. How does that sound, Void?”

You watched Void’s glare tighten, his knuckles turning white from gripping them so hard. “You’d like to think that, kitten. Just you wait.”

You grinned evilly, letting out a quiet laugh. Your fingers dipped into your entrance, letting out a moan. “Oh Void. You should be happy I didn’t bring any toys with me. Can you imagine me playing with myself with a vibrator? It doesn’t compare to the real thing though.” You grinded your ass against him, feeling his dick harden more, if that was even possible at this point. He grunted, jerking his hips upwards at you. “See? You’re turned on just thinking about it.”

You giggled, letting your head fall back as two fingers slipped into your pussy. They moved quickly, your body shaking at the feeling. It definitely wasn’t the same as when he did it. You couldn’t reach the same depths Void did, nor were your fingers large enough to fill you with ease. But you continued to pump anyway, feeling your fingers working you to the brink, pumping your pussy fluidly. Your ears could faintly pick up Void’s small groans, but you felt every shudder than ran through his body and every jerk his cock made in his pants.

You imagined his fingers working you, mumbling his name seductively. Your fingers pumped faster and harder, your walls tightening occasionally around them. Void watched your pussy twitch to your fingers, your body squirming in delight at your nearing orgasm. He felt a twinge of jealousy that he was not the one bringing you to your peak, and he let you know through a loud grunt. You smiled to yourself, coating your fingers with your juices, feeling it leak down your leg and onto his stomach.

You pulled from your pussy, rubbing the liquid between your fingers. Void swallowed thickly, feeling himself slightly drooling at the sight in front of him. You leaned closer, sticking your fingers in your mouth, licking them clean of all your juices. Void groaned, shifting his hips so that you leant forward more, your shoulder landing close to him. He eyed you carefully, seeing you focused on cleaning your fingers before he shifted his sight to the bare skin of your shoulder. He grinned, leaning forward until he sank his teeth deep into your flesh.

You yelped in surprise, nearly biting down on your fingers in shock. His teeth burrowed deep into the soft spot of your shoulder, his tongue running over your skin. He could taste bits of blood from the intensity of his bite, slightly enjoying the metallic taste in his mouth. You quivered above him, trying not to move too much and having him tear at your flesh.

He finally released, staring at the dark red mark he had left and the indentations from his teeth. You leaned back carefully, placing your hand on the mark, wincing slightly. “That hurt like a bitch. Did you have to do it that hard?”

He sneered at you, watching you rub the wound. “You’re the one that said I couldn’t do anything while you were in charge. I just proved you wrong, kitten.”

You huffed, shuffling back on top of him. Your hips pressed into his, rubbing your wet pussy to him. “I guess you’re right. I guess I have to punish you now, Voidy.” He gaped slightly, at a loss for words. You leant forward, placing soft kisses to his chest. “You know you have a great body here. You definitely chose a looker to possess. Kind of frail and fragile, but an athlete, I can tell. There is muscle, and look,” you ran your tongue over his stomach, tracing the faint lines of the six pack that existed, “sexy abs. Not to mention the giant cock on this one.”

He groaned at your words, shifting at the feeling of your tongue running along his body and the kisses you left in its path. You kissed every open spot you could, sucking gently on his nipples when were at his chest, nipping at the tiny buds softly. You left red marks in random spots, littering his body in bites and hickeys. He was distracted, his mind foggy from the enjoyment. He didn’t realize it had happened till pain struck his body, your teeth sunk deep into the side of his hip, his jeans pulled down just slightly so you could dig at his flesh. His hips jerked at the pain, feeling your teeth stuck in his side and your lips sucking around it.

“Kitten, really? Is this how it’s going to go?” You pulled away, licking around his newly formed wound gently before sitting up, unbuttoning his jeans under you. It popped open easily, your fingers fiddling with the zipper tauntingly. You saw the unamused look on his face, sticking your tongue out at him before climbing off the bed, tugging the material down his legs. Void let out a sigh of relief, his cock springing free from its confines. He was glad he was no longer restricted, seeing as his jeans had become abnormally tight since he saw you on his bed.

You rolled your tongue over your lips at the sight of his giant cock slapping his stomach, wiggling at its freedom. It twitched sporadically, desperate for some form on contact. You slid up his body, gripping his shaft in your hand, running the tips of your fingers over the red, swollen head. His pre-cum soaked into your skin, the sticky liquid coating them quickly. You smiled, looking up at him.

“You know, maybe I haven’t teased you enough to get you close to cumming. You’ve gone way too long with this. Let’s fix that, shall we?” You flipped around, straddling his face, one leg on each side of him. He moaned louder than normal, his mouth watering at the dripping pussy in front of him.

You stroked him gently, dabbing your tongue at the tip to taste the salty-sweet liquid. He moaned again, biting at the insides of your thighs in response. It wasn’t nearly as hard as the one of your shoulder, but you knew he was leaving plenty of marks along your skin. You let out a small whimper, clutching his cock tighter. “Voidy, this isn’t fair. No more biting. Is that really what you want to do when I put my pussy in your face?”

He chuckled, his breath hitting your core. You jolted at the feeling, letting out a high-pitched squeal. You fought the urge for a blush to rise to your cheeks, ashamed of the sound you let slip out at such a simple action. “Hey. I liked that sound, kitten. You like when I’m down here, blowing on your pussy? Or would you rather I just do this?”

He shoved his face in your pussy, his tongue delving deep into your core. Your squealed again, digging the nails of one hand into his thigh. You were already shaking, feeling his tongue rolling around inside of you. You let out one quick breath, wrapping your lips around him. He stuttered in his attack, resuming when he felt you running your tongue along his shaft, tracing the underside where you had located a pulsing vein.

His nails dug into his palms, his tongue diving deep into the depths of your pussy. He lapped at the juices that fell onto his tongue, stroking your walls gently, and twirling the appendage in circles for maximum effect. You sighed in happiness, lovingly sucking at the tip of his cock and trailing your tongue along the entire length, swirling it around him occasionally. You would pump what couldn’t fit in your mouth, playing with his balls as you did. You simultaneously pleased each other, trying to get the other to their peak.

Void found it hard to focus. He wanted to make you orgasm, but he had to focus on keeping his own suppressed. You made it hard on him though, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly and your hollowed-out cheeks for maximum pleasure. He twitched in your mouth, resisting the urge to send his seed straight down your throat. He focused on you, swiping his tongue up to your clit and flicking it feverishly. He knew you were close, your body having violent spasms constantly.

You let go of his cock, feeling the coil in your stomach unraveling quickly. You clawed at his legs, leaving long red scratches along his skin, approaching your peak faster than you imagined. In one measly second, you were shuttering with your orgasm, your liquid dripping down your leg like a flood. Void lapped at the juices, relishing in the taste he wished he didn’t crave so badly.

Your body slowly calmed down, letting out small puffs of air as Void finished licking at the juices that escaping. You crawled off him, settling between his legs carefully. His cock was pressed between your tits, hard against your sternum. You stared up at him, locking eyes with him. “You did pretty good holding off with that. I’m surprised. Though I don’t appreciate the marks you left all over my legs.”

Void huffed. “Payback, kitten. You’re the one that littered my chest with marks. And bit my hip. And left scratches on my legs.”

You beamed at him, placing a light kiss to his cock. “So we’re even then. Now, back to work.” You pushed your tits together, closing them around his shaft. He bit his lip, watching you jerk his cock with your tits, occasionally wrapping your lips around the tip to suck at it.

“Fuck, kitten. That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled, fighting back any noises that wanted to release. You hummed in response, flicking your tongue over the tip. You rubbed your tits along his shaft, working him closer to the end. “Aw fuck it, baby.”

He couldn’t resist your subtle movements, thrusting his hips upwards, fucking your tits rapidly. You grinned widely, letting out a small moan. His silence was broken quickly, a loud spring of curses flowing from his mouth. A thick layer of sweat coated his forehead, quickly nearly his end. Between the blowjob and the boob job, he was unable to hold off any longer. His seed shot out into your open mouth, coating your face, hair and tits and his stomach with whatever missed your mouth. You swallowed every drop that landed on your tongue willingly, licking his tip clean of anything that was leftover.

You watched his eyes close, taking deep breaths from the orgasm. You silently climbed off him, grabbed a towel that had been abandoned in a heap in the corner of the room. You wiped away the excuse cum from your body, taking a second to clean his stomach as well. You shimmied from your skirt, leaving it on the floor at the end of the bed, straddling his waist once more.

Void’s eyes snapped open, looking up at you. “What now, princess? I lost your game, so what is my punishment?”

You smiled down at him, rubbing his cock along your pussy. He groaned, already feeling himself becoming hard again, and quickly. He repeated his question, annoyed by your radio silence. You just continued to smile, hardening his cock under you. He went to repeat the question for a third time when you adjusted his cock at your entrance, sliding down onto him completely. His question was replaced with a loud moan.

You moaned, feeling him pulsate inside you, pressing into your walls and filling you completely. You looked at him through your eyelashes, biting your lip. “Who said you lost? I said the rules were you had to please me by lasting. And you pleased me. Now I’m going to fuck you. Because I need you baby.”

Void shuttered at your words, watching you shift your hips against his, his cock slipping in and out easily. Your inside was soaked still, coating his cock so it easily slid into you with each movement. Your movements were slow and tantalizing, leaving you to enjoy the feeling of his cock inside of you, leaving nothing untouched.

Void grumbled, attempting to jerk his hips upwards but failing when you pressed his hips deeper into the bed with yours. You didn’t allow him to move, resting your hands on his chest, using it as support. He bit his lip harder, heaving a gigantic sigh. “Kitten…”

You looked down at him, halting your movements. You raked your nails along his chest, drawing small shapes on his skin. “Yes, Voidy?”

He hesitated, taking a deep breath. “Please, kitten. Please fuck me like you mean it.”

You laughed loudly, your face hurting from smiling. “I told you you would be begging, Void. Let’s hear you beg some more.”

You rolled your hips faster against his, his cock nearly slipping out from your pussy before it was slipped back inside to the hilt. He moaned loudly, his cock pulsing more inside you. He watched you lean back on your knees, your hands tangling into your hair. Your tits bounced happily with each thrust, his eyes drifting to watching his cock disappear inside of you each time. He saw your juices glisten on his skin in the faint light of the room, licking his lips in delight.

“Fuck kitten. Keep going.” His head fell back against the pillow, feeling you picking up the speed even more. “Fuck! Just like that, baby. God, you feel so good.”

You couldn’t contain yourself, leaning forward to smash your lips against his. He groaned in response, leaning in mesh his with yours completely. You let his tongue sneak passed your lips, fighting with yours. His head was tilted to completely envelop your lips with his, his rough, chapped lips pressed to your soft ones. Your tongues fought visibly for dominance, entangling themselves together in sloppy playfulness.

You pulled from him slowly, slowing your movements to a complete stop. He let out the tiniest whine, unaware he even did it. “Kitten, why did you stop?”

You placed a quick kiss to his lips, letting them linger atop his for a second. He could feel your lips move as you spoke. “I want to try something, but you’re going to have to help me.” He nodded, overly enthusiastic about it. You smiled, kissing him one more time, slipping his cock from inside of you. You slowly flipped around, your back facing him. You looked back at him, seeing the bemused look on his face, trying to figure out what you were up to. “Just trust me, Void.”

You sat on the balls of your feet, aligning his cock to your pussy, sliding down on it quickly. He groaned at the new feeling, the angle different than any of the past positions he had down with you. You moaned, feeling his cock resting against your g-spot, your body shaking just from sitting there, unmoving.

He shifted under you, hearing you squeak from the smallest movement. “What is your plan, kitten? What am I doing?”

You carefully leaned back, your hands resting on his chest. You took a deep breath, the knot in your stomach tight. “I-I need you to thrust upwards. I need you to pound up into me, baby.”

He smirked, licking his lips quickly. “I think I can do that, kitten.”

He planted his feet firmly into the bed, slamming his cock up into you quickly. You screamed loudly, feeling his cock hammering away at you, hitting your cervix with each thrust. “Holy shit, Void! Fuck me! Keep going, baby!”

He took in your words, moaning in response. He worked harder than he knew was possible, his cock pulsing endlessly. Your walls were tight, closing around him with each thrust. His head dug into the pillow, already feeling his orgasm fast approaching because of how tight and fast everything was. “Fuck, kitten. You feel so good. I could fuck you forever.”

You mewled, your body jolting upwards when he pounded into you furiously, the knot beginning to unravel. You shifted one hand down to your clit, making sure you were not putting too much pressure on the chest of male that was busy fucking you. You rubbed at the nub frantically, feeling the warmth filling your entire lower region. You whined loudly, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“Fuck, Voidy. I’m so close. I-I’m gonna…” You couldn’t finish your sentence, hearing Void mumble a quick “Me too, kitten. Let it go.” into the air. Your core tightened, every nerve in your body acting on its own. Liquid coated the sheets under you, your juices splattering your walls around his cock at the same time. Your toes curled into the sheets, your back aching and your head falling back. Void saw your face twisted in the pleasure he knew he had caused you, spurring his own release. His hips jerked randomly, sloppily pounding into you. His seed shot out, mixing with your juices. Your pussy became warm from the addition of his cum, a fuzzy feeling flooding your body. You were elated, filled with bliss.

You pulled off him, collapsing on his side. He was puffing for air, worn out from the intense thrusting he had performed. You sighed happily snuggling into his side, relaxing from everything that had happened.

“Kitten,” he mumbled, obviously tired. You looked up at him, giving him a questioning look. “Did you just squirt?”

You blushed profusely, sitting up rapidly. “I-I uh…”

He chuckled, his voice kind of deep and raspy. “That was kind of hot. You should do that more often.” You huffed at him, smacking his chest. You climbed off the end of the bed, redressing yourself casually. His eyes were locked on you, seeing you adjust your clothes. “Where are you going?”

You grinned at him, grabbing your bag from the floor, having been knocked off in the mess of everything. “Oh you know. Got some chaos to spread up north now. I was headed to Oregon I think.” His mouth fell open. “What? I told you just came to give you back your shirt. I did that, now I’m leaving.” You walked over to him, placing a quick kiss to his lips. He groaned, not wanting you to pull away. You slipped your panties in his hand, giving him a wink. “But I’ll be nice and leave you a little present.”

He watched you head towards the window, struggling against the rope still. “Um, kitten? I think you’re forgetting something.” He nodded up at his bound hands.

You smiled, opening the window. “Don’t let that McCall pack get you down, Voidy. Show them what chaos can really do.” You blew him a kiss and a small wave. “Love ya.” And with that, you disappeared out the window into the darkness.

Void grumbled, struggling more. “Kitten! Get back here and untie me!” He was met by silence, his head falling back onto the pillow. “Oh kitten. You don’t know what you started. I will get even eventually. We’re not done with this game.” He glanced down, seeing his cock stiff, standing up prominently.

“Fuck. Not again.”

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MUSIC MASTERS: CD ONE -----

For those interested: I’ll be posting segments of my Music Masters series through this tumblr account. Due to the nature of the story, song links will be linked where relevant.

Anyway, on with the story.

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WHITE KNUCKLE RIDE: PART ONE

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Music is truly a marvel of human invention.

In essence, it's nothing more the configuration of sounds in a set pattern, sometimes produced through our vocal cords, or often times through contraptions consisting of nothing more than strings and pieces of metal and wood.

But the beauty of music is not in how it's created, but in the inevitable result. It is a deliberate pattern of sounds that can be interpreted in an infinite number of ways, and loved by people all over the world, if not throughout the known universe.

Michael Kay is one of those people.

And this is his story, his white knuckle ride; in all it's long playing glory.

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It was in all likelihood very frustrating to be the neighbor of Colleen Kay.

As a relatively hard-working twenty-something, Colleen peacefully came and went from her Washington Heights apartment when work demanded her to do so. She waved at the neighbors when they waved first, usually acknowledged the postman, and put long and stressful hours at her nursing job. So one could only assume that in the hours she wasn't home, there should be nothing but peace and quiet.

If not for her afro-headed brother, of course.

It was just another typical afternoon for Michael Jason Kay, the spotlights in his room practically high-beams, and his music so loud that it seemed to warp the walls of his room with each bass strum.

Taller than most boys his age, Michael Kay flowed like water, his red sneakers burning up the dance floor with each step. As the pumping disco beat pulsed around him, he bounced back and forth with near perfect sync.

Though his room was small, it was big enough to fit the configuration of colored spot lights he had bought to emulate the heart of a disco dance floor. The room lit up with a turquoise glint, reflecting off his tan skin as his large orb of hair bobbed and his record player continued to play its soulful melody in the corner.

Eyes closed, lost in the music, Michael could feel words just beginning to escape his lips as he descended into boogie wonderland.

"Got canned heat in my heels tonig-"

Unfortunately for him, those next words never came. Instead, a voice seemed to pierce the wall of noise. A very familiar voice that he hated to hear on days like this.

"Michael! Can you please turn it down just a decibel, please?!"

Michael's eyes snapped open, and he felt his hips sway out of his control. They bounced against his dresser, nearly knocking over his prized lava lamp. Michael reached for it like a clumsy ape, catching it just in time and then proceeding to groan audibly as he pulled the needle off his vinyl copy of Synkronized.

Switching off his strobe lights, his face soured. Thanks to his always wonderful sister, the moment was gone.

Michael stepped out of his room, hands buried in his pockets as he whined.

"Oh come on, Colleen! That was my jam! I was in the moment, you know? The moment!"

His sister's tone of voice was nothing short of uninterested. She was clearly far more concerned with fixing her curly black hair in the mirror.

"Well that's too bad.", she began, as Michael plopped down on the couch nearby. "Because until you have enough money to go ahead and soundproof your room, there's only so many of your moments I can take. And let's not even get started on the other tenants."

Michael grinned to himself. "Oh come on. I don't play it that loud."

His toothy smile had close to no effect on his older sister. She simply picked up her work notepad from her desk before dropping it right on Michael's stomach.

"I'm not here to argue with you, little brother. Now I need you to run down to the store for me and grab what's on the list. And only what's on the list." she stated, as poured herself a glass of water from the tap. The heat still permeated in their cramped apartment in these final days of summer.

"What!? Why can't you just do it? You're supposed to be off today, and I have a dance routine to perfect." Michael protested.

Colleen simply put her hands up as she shook her head with frustration. "I had off. But Christy decided to get sick yet again, and we need the cash for next month. The least you can do for me is this one tiny task."

His sister reached for her beige coat, checking her baby blue scrubs in the mirror for stray stains. "I'm sure it'll only take you ten minutes, tops."

Michael let out a long sigh. He stuffed the note in his pocket, grumbling to himself as he headed for the front door.

"Yeah. Ten minutes I could be using practicing some killer moves..."

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If there was but one solace of having to walk the six blocks out to the grocery store, it was that Michael's music could always come with him. As a listener of the classics, having been bought a vinyl player by Uncle Rob on his seventh birthday, Michael Kay still understood the importance of modern music players. He grinned to himself as he shuffled through his various disco and funk songs, the mental play list already forming in his mind.

It was but two days away from the end of summer vacation, but the seasonal colors still prevailed over the New York City skyline. Michael was never one to control his urges, his feet shuffling slightly and his shoulders popping as he walked along the sidewalk to his destination. Even in the busy street, not a taxi cab driver cursing nor a dog barking would interrupt him from his self-imposed sound zone.

As Michael Kay walked, he was far too engrossed to pay attention to the Dust Bowl; an old skate park in the neighborhood always populated by teenagers, local or otherwise. His headphones offered privacy away from the city's ambiance, and thus he continued to grin to himself as he went along.

So naturally, he couldn't hear the sound of skateboard wheels grinding against asphalt, even as this one particular set skidded off the rail and to a halt as he passed by the fence separating the Dust Bowl from the sidewalk. A set of dark green eyes watched him from beneath a tangled mess of brown hair as he remained oblivious. She scanned him up and down; noting his huge black afro, his red sneakers, navy blue jeans and the piercing colors of his tie dye shirt, which was embedded with the design of a pitch black vinyl record.

Then all of sudden, she winced under her breath, instinctively holding her hands up to her ears as a jolt of sound broke her from her train of thought.

It wasn't his appearance that bothered her. He looked like a moron, for sure, but she could ignore that.

No, it was the infernal noise going through his ears. A high-pitched singer was like a wailing ghost invading her eardrums.

To most people, the music coming from someone's headphones over sixty feet away wouldn't be a bother. Because even at the loudest volume in a much closer proximity, Michael Kay's music would come off as an unintelligible mix of squeals and whistles.

And on top of that, the heavy, dark blue headphones guarding her ears would have guaranteed she wouldn't hear anything but hard guitar strums and bleating punk rock beats.

Except that this girl wasn't like most people. She grimaced through her green lipstick as she propped up her skateboard, the sound of his music grating at her ears painfully. It was like a stereo in the other room; she couldn't hear it perfectly, but she could still hear it.

She watched him like a hawk as he passed by, his music thankfully getting further and further away. After another few seconds, and he was out of sight, and the disco strings, now out of mind.

But the girl still spit out venom, as a few other skaters passed behind her, unaware of her plight.

"Oh great. The disco circus is in town."

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Michael Kay surveyed the covers in front of him, a gleam in his eyes as he grinned. Looped around his right wrist were Colleen's groceries. However, as she had time and time again before, she forgot how much the groceries actually cost.

And so with all the essentials covered, Michael decided that a little reward was in order. And thus, here he was, patrolling the aisles of Audio Empire, the most prolific music store in his immediate Washington Heights neighborhood.

Though he owned a great many albums on vinyl, Michael always had room in his tiny closet for one more. As he flipped through everything from The Whispers to Barry White to The Bee Gees, he wondered what particular artist tickled his fancy today. It didn't take him long to spot something of interest; a rare special edition cut of Parliament Gold. Michael grinned at his luck, inadvertently talking to himself as he hurried towards the cashier.

"Oh man, Rob would love this. I bet he memorized every single bass line."

The words were low, but a moment later than they were still enough to make the boy's expression slowly sink.

If there was one thing that made him more unhappy than being forced on grocery runs, it was remembering Rob. Michael looked back at the aisles as he stood in line, his mind visualizing his first trip here. It coalesced into a vivid memory, the image of his uncle with his pulled down cap and large bass guitar case on his back thrust into Michael's mind.

This was back when his hair was of normal length, and he still remembered the warmth of Rob's hand on his shoulder, and the joy in his eyes upon being bought a copy of The Jacksons' Destiny.

This album had been Michael Kay's very first vinyl record, and it was this purchase that ignited in him a love of disco music that would follow him for the rest of his life.

Though these memories were happy, there still remained the painful fact of the present.

Michael Kay hadn't seen his uncle Rob since he was seven years old. Rob, and these memories of him, seemed like a world away.

"...Howdy, and welcome to Audio Empire! How can I help you today?"

Michael's mind was practically glazed over. He nearly jumped out of skin when the girl repeated herself.

The afro-headed boy blinked. In front of him, a blond cashier with distinctly lightning-shaped earrings and a blue checkered blazer smiled as politely as she could as she waited for him to respond. He laughed awkwardly, placing his chosen album on the counter.

"Oh! Most definitely! Just picking this up." he replied. The girl ringed in his purchase as he shook his mind out of past thoughts.

"That'll be a dollar fifty!" she exclaimed, her tone clearly excitable now. Michael handed over a crumpled dollar and change.

She waved as her register dinged. "Come back real soon!"

Michael largely ignored her upbeat attitude, but that didn't seem to affect her much, as she seemed just as eager when the next customer approached the counter behind him.

Michael stepped out of the automatic doors as he popped his headphones in. As the music overtook him, he felt the overwhelming need to move his body again. Canned Heat was calling to him, and he switched to the song.

"No interruptions this time." he said to himself, a dumb smile forming on his face as the song lit up his soul.

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The walk back was relatively short, but it gave Michael enough time to loop Canned Heat more than once. Though it was getting pretty windy, Michael didn't mind one bit. He was distracted again, moving to his own tune as he practically danced along the route back to the apartment.

Michael always thought that if John Travolta could make walking look funky, he could too. Of course, most of his fellow pedestrians probably wouldn't agree. Luckily, the streets were mostly empty this afternoon.

It had been a good half hour, but that was nowhere near enough time to make the girl at the Dust Bowl forgot about Michael's music. As he absentmindedly passed by the fence, the messy-haired skater girl was once again assaulted by a piercing interruption of foreign music. It was like another channel in her head, spilling into her punk rock song like a pool of sludge into clear water.

She sat up from the stone bench, ignoring the other skaters in the bowl below as her gaze focused on the afro-headed idiot from before.

"Not this junk again." she groaned. Nearby, a boy clad in shoulder length dreadlocks responded mockingly.

"What junk? You talking about the way you skate, girl?" he chortled, too busy laughing to himself to notice her approaching in his direction.

He barely had time to react as she stepped hard on his board, forcing its center of gravity upward and tossing him off completely. He tumbled down into the skate bowl, scratching himself a bit, but it didn't seem to phase the girl one bit.

"...maaan! It was a joke!" he exclaimed, pulling himself up and rubbing his now scratched arm as a few other skaters chuckled at his plight.

"You new here?" one of them said, being kind enough to help the boy up. "My advice to you: don't joke with Kim. I'm pretty sure her sense of humor is MIA."

The boy simply replied with a nervous smile, wondering what crawled up her spine to make her so irritable.

Meanwhile, Kim was now much closer to the fence separating the Dust Bowl from the sidewalk, watching the afro-headed boy twirl around a lamppost like a moron to the sound of his music.

Reaching into the trash nearby, she was able to find a serviceable soda can, and her expression softened with confidence. Focusing her eyes under her brown bangs, she waited for the perfect moment.

And it was just as Michael Kay began belting out lyrics that she found it. With a strong swing, the can went catapulting over the fence.

"I used to worry about the fut-"

The words were unable to fully escape his lips as the can made impact with the left side of his face. He yelped like a dog as he almost fell off balance, twirling awkwardly as he just barely regained his footing.

Kim laughed under her breath at the sight.

"Score."

Once he began to really feel the pain, Michael simply nursed his eye as he looked downward, picking up the stray red can and wondering what exactly had happened.

"Hey, what gives!?" he exclaimed, looking around but not immediately finding a culprit to blame. He was speaking loudly over his music, his eyes now focusing on he can in his hand as the pain in his eye started to subside.

"Going around throwing that...canned heat?"

The words sort of slipped out of his mouth. For a moment, he focused away from the pain, and from the can in his hand. When he really looked at, it reminded him of the same red-orange on the cover of the single version of Canned Heat. The album itself was pushed up against others back in his room closet.

But for some reason, the image really spoke to him this time. It coursed through his mind, enveloping his senses to the point where the imagery began to associate with sensation. In a way, it connected directly with the music playing in his ears.

And so, like he had done many times in the past, Michael focused on the music. He let his mind drift into another self-imposed sound zone. He could hear the strings, the vocals, the soft clanging of the drums. He listened to the bass, closing his eyes and imagining every strum going through every fiber of his being.

He saw heat. Or at least, a visual representation of heat. It manifested in his mind as the shimmering mirage one might seen in a desert, though it glowed with red-orange intensity like the art on the Canned Heat single.

Strangely though, it felt real. The shimmering heat became less like a dream and more like a sensation. Seconds later, and his right hand began to heat up.

The chorus blared with intensity. Michael opened his eyes as they echoed through his eardrums.

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Amazingly, the heat was now all too real.

Michael's expression went wide, as what was left of the can dripped down his palm like it had been melted by a death ray. His right hand was now sheathed in the same shimmering red-orange aura, which burned bright enough to make him squint. He wondered what he was seeing in front of him, or perhaps it was just that the can had just given him one hell of a concussion.

When he blinked, and the heat was still there, it was obvious this wasn't a hallucination.

And so, Michael reacted naturally.

"Oh man!" he cried out like a small child, shaking his hand wildly as if to remove the fiery aura, but to no avail. "Get it off! Get it off, get if off, get it off!"

The heat seemed stuck to him though, and grabbing onto the fence yielded nothing more than a loud sizzling as it began to melt away at the old metal. The remains of the can had been vaporized at this point.

Almost by instinct, Michael reached for his headphones with his non-burning hand, pulling one off and then the other as he continued to stare in disbelief. And in the instant the music was not playing in his ears, the shimmering heat aura seemed to fade away. Like someone pulling the plug on an amp, it was simply gone.

Michael did a double take, looking around. A few pedestrians stared at his general oddness, but it appeared that no else noticed the shimmering red-orange heat that enveloped his hand just moments before. And if they had noticed, neither people walking nor skaters nearby seemed to care. Michael felt beyond confused, but it was at this point that he finally noticed the girl through the fence, who glared at him in some sort of disbelief.

She was only somewhat surprised at this sudden display of power, oddly enough.

Their gazes met, and Michael took in her appearance. She had very messy, shoulder length brown hair. Her ensemble consisted of heavy green lipstick, a purple tank top, toxic green pants held up by a dull orange belt, and bulky combat boots. Despite her intimidating appearance, she was still a girl, that much was certain.

Spotting the curiosity in his eyes, Kim was quick to turn aside. She wanted nothing to do with him now that his detestable music was off for the time being.

And though she was some twenty feet away now, Michael could have sworn that he heard the few words she mumbled under her breath as she walked away.

"Another Music Master. Wonderful. Because that's exactly what this crummy neighborhood needed..."

Michael pressed himself up against the bars of the fence, but now Kim was clearly out of reach. The words echoed in his head. Had his hearing always been this good?

Music Master.

That had to be exactly what she said. Michael mouthed the same words, his mind beginning to fantasize a possible meaning. Did it have something to do with what had just happened?

He debated calling out to the girl, but judging by her attitude, it didn't seem worth it.

Michael turned away, now looking at his once prized music player with creeping apprehension.

There was a connection between what had happened and the song that had been playing in his ears, that much was for sure. Was it safe to even try listening to Canned Heat again? And if Michael did even dare to try it, what if something worse happened? He imagined bursting into flame.

Michael then gulped at a grim thought. One that was far worse than the prospect of his afro being lit up like an effigy.

Was it ever safe to listen to any of his music again?

Fast forward to the next track....

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