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tathrin · 11 days

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A Gimleaf Thought:

Dwarves for whom their braids are a huge aspect of their identity and presentation, and which are consequently considered Not Appropriate to touch casually unless you are on very intimate terms. Stroking a dwarf's beard-braid in public in more than the lightest and most fleeting of touches would honestly be more inappropriate than just reaching down and grabbing their cock, it's on that level of intimacy, right?

Elves whose ears are extremely sensitive, not just in the keenness of their hearing but in terms of touch, too. (Yes, Viggo, this one is for you.) Throw in some social aspects of the importance of song to elvish life and spirits (this world was literally Sung into existence, remember, and the elves are very bound to this world and its Song) and you end up with a similar situation, where touching an elf's ears is like the most intimate gesture ever. Not something you would do casually, or to anyone you weren't on like...imminent-betrothal-level terms with at least. With me so far?

Well: Gimli does not know this about elves. Legolas does not know this about dwarves.

The first time Legolas starts toying with Gimli's beard, it's as much idle curiosity as anything: elves like pretty hair, and pretty braids, and Gimli's beard is very pretty. (And he asked Galadriel for her hair! and got three strands! so clearly Talking About Pretty Hair is something they can both appreciate, and thus bond over!) Gimli goes BEET red not that Legolas notices because he hasn't figured out that only elves blush with their ears yet but is too shocked to muster even a token protest, and by the time he remembers how to breathe it's too late, Legolas has already been talking for ten minutes about how nice Gimli's hair is and can he teach him some of those braids they look neat...? and Gimli can't possibly bark at him to stop touching them now, can he? That would be rude. And anyway, Legolas clearly has no idea what fondling a dwarf's beard implies, and there are no other dwarves around to see him now, so it's harmless. It means nothing. Nothing.

Meanwhile the first time Gimli touches Legolas's ears, it's to flick one of them in jest as he teases him for being able to hear a butterfly yawn from forty leagues, you silly creature! Legolas also flushes, dark enough that his brown ears look like they've been dipped in some of his father's favorite wine, but he's never been that good at saying things delicately anyway, and he doesn't want to rebuff the dwarf when Gimli clearly has no idea the implications of what he's just done or the fact that Legolas is shivering all the way from the tips of those ears down to his toes right now and it would be rude to explain now, when Gimli has already moved on to his next clever jest, so Legolas just blushes and lets it go, it's not like Gimli will be able to reach his ears often so he doesn't need to worry about it...

Only somehow they seem to keep finding spots where the road dips and curves, or there's rubble to sit on, and then the mines are just full of broken stones at convenient heights; and then they end up in a boat together, where Gimli can absolutely reach them; and well at least they're not in Lórien now so nobody is around who will know what that means, so Legolas doesn't have to avoid his hands anymore; and then they end up on a horse together, and his ears are even more easy to reach now; and then they're resting on the wall of the Hornburg waiting for the orcs to come and it's very comforting, actually, to have Gimli's hands stroking his ears like that, callused yes but so soft and gentle; and by the time they get to Gondor it's far too ingrained a habit to stop...not that Legolas wants him to.

Meanwhile, of course, Aragorn and Gandalf know EXACTLY what both braids and ears mean to both dwarves and elves, and they spend weeks gossiping together in quiet Quenya about it, and taking bets on what will happen when one or the other one of them cottons-on to what that means to the other one, and who will find out what first, etc etc.

(When Gandalf meets the Three Hunters again in Fangorn, the state of those bets is one of the first thing he asks Aragorn to fill him in on during the ride to Edoras because all wizards are gossip queens.)

And then the Grey Company shows up, with Elladan and Elrohir, and Legolas watches his whole long life flash before his eyes when Gimli reaches up to give his ear a caress—a friendly and completely platonic caress of course, it's not like he knows what that gesture means, he couldn't possibly have figured it out and be doing it on purpose now, don't be absurd you silly elf—right where they can see it!

Gimli suffers much the same experience when over the campfire that night Halbarad casually mentions all the dwarves he's befriended during his time as a Ranger, why Gimli he even knew your dad back when you were all living in the Blue Mountains, nice to see you've gotten your journeyman braid I bet that made Glóin very proud...

Gimli goes as red as Legolas's ears, and then as pale as Saruman's robes. Aragorn silently curses that Gandalf isn't here to see what comes next (he is going to gripe so hard when he finds out he missed the big reveal!) and holds his breath, waiting to discover who's about to win (and lose) all those bets...

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atleastimsedat3d · 2 months

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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months

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~* Primal Grimmjow Smut*~

Because there can never be enough Grimmjow 😂

I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while of a primal/hunting fic, but kind of put it to the back of my mind. Recently been inspired to finish it. Hope you enjoy 💜

Run

The sound of your bare feet rapidly running through the dense Forrest, leaves crunching, twigs snapping under your weight drowned out only by the sound of your panicked breathing. Your chest was burning, throat raw from the desperate breaths you pulled through parted lips. Adrenaline pumping through your veins heightened your senses making the branches flicking against your skin feel like little whips, small painful stings you payed no mind.

Run. The word echoing in your mind, every survival instinct, every Fibre of your being demanding that you run. Hiding wasn't an option, he would find you. Fighting wasn't an option, he could easily overpower you. Your heart was thundering behind your breast, skin prickled and alive, tasting the air around you. You could sense him, he was out there, stalking you, chasing, hunting.

The hunter relished in the thrill of the hunt, chasing down its prey, ready to devour his winnings. Claim what he had earned. Your eyes darted wildly around the thick greenery, searching for a flash of colour, signifying your impending capture. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, howling wind sending a chill up your spine. Pushing you forward, deeper into the darkening forest, guiding you with an insistent push at your back, helping you to escape.

An animalistic cry of rage roared out behind you, echoing through the trees as they whizzed past your vision. Close, he was getting closer, had you locked in his vision. You pushed yourself faster, darting and weaving between the bark, serpentining in your escape, not giving up without a fight. Your arm circled a nearing tree, using the momentum to spin you round to a different direction. You heard a rush of air, a heavy body hitting the ground where you were moments before.

Run

Narrowly avoiding capture, you raced on, feeling his murderous eyes locked onto your back. You could hear is rapid chase, feet thundering on the overgrown brush littering the ground. Hear the clack of snapping teeth as he snarled, tasting your desperation. He could smell your fear, the perspiration dampening your skin as you ran for your life. You could feel his feel his insatiable hunger motivating his powerful pursuit, energy coiling in his large muscles, exploding in a release of raw power.

A warning growl, low and guttural, exclaiming his victory seconds before you were airborne. The momentum in which he used to leap into you, knocked you off your feet, air being forcefully pushed from your lungs. His arms snaked around your middle, cutting off your escape. At the last second he twisted violently, the darkening blue sky filling your vision before you both slammed into the ground. He took the initial force of the hit, softening the blow as you tumbled across the leaf covered floor, clawing at the arms keeping you prisoner.

Screeching to a halt, you writhe in his grasp, desperately bucking against him, searching for an escape. Throwing your head back, you hear a pain filled hiss, pushing through the relaxed hold encasing you. You scramble in the dirt, clawing through the dried mud in an attempt to get back on your feet, to escape his clutches. A vice like grip encased your ankle, tugging harshly to land you face down in the dirt.

Desperately you try to drag yourself away, fingers digging long claw marks into the ground in a futile attempt. His heavy weight loomed over you, crawling over your form. Eye wide, pupils blown, you were roughly pushed to your back. Grimmjow caged you between his arms, legs spread either side of your own, no place to escape. His eyes were wild, pupils narrowed into feline slits, hungrily, darkly staring at you. You whimper, feebly trying to find purchase with your feet, trying to inch yourself away from under him.

Grimmjow snarled aggressively, baring his pointed canines and snapping warningly at your face. Hands planted on his naked chest, you push back against the wall of solid muscle, wriggling in the dirt, every instinct screaming at you to get away. His hands planted themselves next to your head with a powerful blow, a display of power, of superiority. He was waiting for you to submit, to give yourself over to your capturer.

You whimper softly, searching for any salvation. Grimmjow lowered his head to your neck, growling demonically, snapping his teeth in a vicious warning. A deep, rumble in his heaving chest, growing impatient at your refusal to submit. The hot, wet breath dampening your neck, an indication of how close he was to your jugular vein. You try to inch away slowly, last futile attempt to not fall victim to the predator.

Grimmjow pushed himself closer, trapping you under his weigh, rabidly growling, Patience reaching their absolute limit. You still beneath him, quivering with adrenaline. Defeated, you raise your head with a whimper , exposing your neck in the ultimate display of surrender, submitting yourself to him. The hunter had won, captured his prey. He claimed his prize, sinking his teeth into your exposed neck, groaning as the first droplets of blood coated his tongue.

You cry softly, high pitch keen brought on by the animalistic ritual, staking his claim, leaving his mark. You held perfectly still, not daring to move even an inch with his teeth baring down into your flesh. Grimmjow sucked hard, drawing blood the the surface of your neck, pulling the next droplets to ignite his pallet with the tangy, sweet metallic flavour profile. The taste of victory, of complete domination.

Not allowing even a morsel of the delicacy to waste, Grimmjow lapped at your neck, thick tongue slowly dragging over the burning mark, savouring every last drop of your life's essence. Satisfied he hadn't missed a single smudge of your blood, Grimmjow nuzzled into your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent, tainted with blood and the earthy woods, called to him on a primal level. It was intoxicating, addicting. His.

The chase had been exhilarating, blood pumping through his veins as he exuberantly displayed his power, his prowess as a hunter. Top of the food chain, undefeated, and here you were, proof of his skills. The adrenaline and thrill ignited his body, drew power and blood to his muscles, including his cock which had become engorged with blood at the sight of you submitting.

A deep rumbling purr echoed in his chest, instinctively pinning you in place. His nails grew in length, hardening into claws as he lapped at your salty skin.Another weapon in his arsenal to keep you compliant. His teeth scraped over your neck, nibbling on your collar bone. You moaned, back arching at the sensation of his teeth, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. Grimmjow pushed on his hands, hovering himself over you with a predatory look in his eyes.

With a rapid swipe of his claws, Grimmjow ripped through the flimsy material of the negligee covering your body, dirtied with grass and mud. With accurate slashes, Grimmjow ribboned the material, watching hungrily as it revealed more of your unmarked skin to his sharp eyes. Fisting the ruined material, Grimmjow ripped it from your form, chucking it uselessly to the ground besides him.

His eyes raked over your naked body, indulging in your heaving breasts, lingering on your erect nipples. Unable to deny himself any longer, Grimmjow licked his way down your body, lapping up the salty reminders of your chase. Reaching your breasts, Grimmjow licked up the valley between them, the soft plush mounds brushing against his cheeks. One hand supported his weight as the other cupped the jiggly weight of your tit, squeezing around the flesh. His claws raked over the taut skin, red marks appearing where they traced over.

The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over your dusky pink nipple, circling the sensitive bud. You cried out softly, bucking underneath him. A warning snarl had you stilling, anticipating a punishment. With a satisfied huff at your compliance, Grimmjow lowered his head to your neglected breast, swirling his tongue around your tight nipple, tracing around your areola before sucking it into his mouth. You whined at the hot wet tongue rolling against your nipple, the pinch of nails digging into your flesh.

Grimmjow breathed hard through his nose, rush of arousal going straight to his throbbing cock. He rolled his hips, seeking friction as he indulged in your breasts. With a wet pop he released you from his mouth, saliva coating your darkening nipple. Nudging it with his nose, Grimmjow bit into the underside of your breast, leaving an angry red mark.

His hand slowly traveled down over your breast, nails gently digging into your skin, red rivets following the lines he drew down your body, standing out brilliantly in contrast to your pale complexion. Inching his way down your body, Grimmjow sat back on his haunches, pulling your legs from under him, spreading your feet to lay either side of him. His hands smoothed up your legs, soft subtle skin gliding easily under his palms. Reaching your thick thighs, Grimmjow pushed them open, keeping you splayed for his eyes only.

Transfixed on your glistening cunt, Grimmjow licked his lips as the smell of your arousal was realised freely into the air. He inhaled deeply, tasting you in the back of his throat. Musky and sweet, the same saltiness that stained your skin. Feeling exposed you attempt to close your thighs, meeting the unmovable force of Grimmjows grip. His hands tightened on your thighs, digging in painfully.

You whimper, exposing more of your neck, a reminder of your submission at his darkening eyes. Lowering himself eye level with your open Cunt, Grimmjow breathed in your musk, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the heady, mouthwatering smell. Unable to resist he delved in, sucking up the wet arousal coating your pretty pink lips. Noisily he devoured you, slurping and grunting into your pussy, hands tightening on your thighs, dragging you across the forest floor closer to his ravenous mouth.

You mewled, assault of messy pleasure rippling through you, fingers gripped into the floor, mud getting buried beneath your nail beds. Grimmjow licked his way through your folds, eagerly nosing his way deeper into your delicious cavern, unable to satisfy his incurable hunger for you. Your release coated his tongue, dripped heartily from his chin, flooded his sensitive nose with your delicate aroma. Grimmjow was focused purely on your silky hidden walls, rolling his tongue, further searching for the centre pool of essence he was tasting. Wanting to drink from the fountain itself to quench his burning thirst.

You moaned loudly, eyes screwed shut in pure bliss. Grimmjow was attacking your pussy with ferocity, forcing you at a rapid race into an orgasm. You could feel the coil in your lower stomach contract, building up its energy ready to release in an unbelievable wave of raw pleasure. Your feminine, throaty moans were fanning the embers of desire, igniting a raging inferno of lust through Grimmjow.

Tongue darting in as far as it could reach, flicking tantalisingly against your pleasure spot had you seeing bright stars behind your closed eyelids. The relentless lapping against your core, encouraging a gush of slick arousal to flood through you, quickly being drank down by the insatiable beast. Grimmjow roughly shook his head between your legs, grunting into your swollen lips, pushing you over the edge.

Light exploded behind your eyes, a wall of sheer white blinding you as you succumb to a consuming orgasm. Mouth open in a silent scream, your hips bucked wildly, pushing your throbbing cunt further into the hungry mouth drinking down his reward. Fingers squeezed into your thighs, forming fingertip bruises into the skin. Grimmjow kept you in place with his superior strength, noisily eating through your come down, not letting you breath until he was finished with his meal

You were tender, over sensitive, pussy throbbing through the onslaught of attention he bestowed upon you, tongue dragging through your walls, savouring every sweet drop of your release. You keened, high pitched and needily, begging for mercy. Seeking a reprieve in the painful pleasure. Your plea went ignored, Grimmjow slowly exiting your centre, strong steady licks cleaning up your folds as he reluctantly left you.

With a final sure swipe up your middle, Grimmjow nipped at your mound in parting. Tongue circling his lips, chasing the remainder of your nectar coating his mouth, Grimmjow watched you, panting in the dirt below him, eyes glazed over in post orgasmic haze as your body weakly trembled and twitched. Grimmjow roughly pushed away his loose fitting bottoms, exposing his large, engorged cock, bobbing heavily between you.

Grimmjow crawled up your body, nuzzling into the side of your neck, coaxing you back down to earth. You stirred at his encouragement, rubbing your cheek against his own, sighing softly. Holding himself above you, Grimmjow positioned his cock at your opening, wetting the bulbous head with your arousal. He took hold of your neck, squeezing tightly at the sides. Forcing you to maintain eye contact as he slowly pushed his cock forward, inching its way through your folds. You choked on a rough inhale, gasping as he filled you completely, burning stretch blazing through your walls.

Grimmjow froze you to the spot with his intense eye contact, daring you to look away as he filled you, twitch of his thumb reminding you of how easily he could choke the life out of you. Only when he bottomed out did Grimmjow ease up on the pressure on your neck, allowing you the chance to gasp, fully inflating your lungs. The rumble echoing in his chest vibrated through his body, pressing down on you with the full weight of an alpha.

Grimmjow pulled back his hips, dragging his cock back through your tight cunt, leaving only the head buried. With a rough snap, he impaled you, starting a rough pace in his rutting. You clenched around him perfectly, squeezing around his rigid length with every thrust. A constant stream of whines from you accompanied the wet slap of his balls hitting your ass, spreading the wetness forcibly being pushed from your centre. Grimmjow pawed at the ground besides you, nails teasing through the soft soil as he mindlessly chased his most primal desire, rutting into his submissive mate, almost trance like in the back and forth motions engraved Into every fiber of his muscles.

Your soft mewls, stroked his alpha ego, driving him wild with lust. His relentless rutting had the head of his cock slamming against your gspot with impeccable accuracy, tightening the coil of pleasure ready to snap in a wave of Ecstasy. Head thrown back you moaned, hips rolling up to savour every inch of his rapid motions. Grimmjow took the invitation, burying his head into your exposed neck and clamping down with his teeth.

Grimmjow pushed harder, impossibly increasing the power behind his brutal thrusts, chasing his high. Your neck was burning, stinging with delicious pain. Panting with exuberance, saliva pooled in Grimmjow's mouth, sliding it's way past his teeth, dribbling down over your skin. In one fluid motion, he slinked one arm under your leg, hoisting it up over his bulging bicep, pushing it further to your chest.

The change the angle made was blinding, pushing him in deeper, reaching the deepest parts of your womanhood was suffocating. Grimmjow's thrusts turned friezied, erratically nearing to his own completion as you exploded around him. A strangled cry ripped from your throat as a hot wave of paralysing pleasure surged through your body. Muscles stiffened and strained, trembling under the weight of your release. Endorphins flooded through your system, threatening to render you unconscious with the overwhelming force in which it consumed you

Grimmjow growled into the bunched up flesh he was biting into, the feel of your pussy clenching around him impossibly tight, the hot, slick rush of your orgasm hugging over his cock as it rushed through you, spraying over his thighs in a basic animalistic display of marking. Pride swelled in his chest as he chased his own completion, needing to mark you internally with his own thick seed. The primal instinct to fill you to the brim, paint your cunt with his essence, make your stomach bulge with his potent seed.

With a grunt he came, plastering your walls with searing spurts of his ejaculate, mixing with your own release in a thick, creamy mess covering you both. He jerkily rutted through his orgasm, your spasming Cunt greedily milking every last drop of his cum from him. Releasing your neck, Grimmjow lazily lapped at the dark purpling bruise, lovingly soothing away the sting as his heavy weight fell into you.

Grimmjow nuzzled into your neck as he came down from his high, purring contently with his rumbling baritone. Panting softly you wrap your heavy, uncoordinated arms around him, soothingly stroking his sweat stained back with your fingers. The chill of the night being kept at bay with his warm muscled body covering you, blanketing you from the elements. You raked your fingernails through his hair, giving him the time to slowly come out of his primal mindset, always needing longer than you did to make the shift.

You felt his chest swell with his laboured breathing, slowly falling into a relaxed rhythm as his body unwound. Kitten licks turning into gentle kisses, peppering your abused skin with tender displays of love. Grimmjow forced his arms to take his weight, hovering above you he kissed your lips soundly, pouring his adoration and gratitude silently into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, needing no thanks, you were more than happy to indulge in your partners more animalistic desires. Especially when the results were as mind blowing as the sensations you had just experienced.

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boytransmission · 6 months

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dressed up as a monster hunter :,) way too docile for this so who’s up to luring my ass into a trap?

D0nat3 or t1p me through my top surgery gfm! If you dm me to lmk u tipped, i can and will whore out for u 🫡🫡

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the-black-manor · 9 months

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You're crying and struggling beneath me as I pin you to your bed in the dark of your room. You fight me... but this is what you wanted, isn't it? This is why you keep your window open at night, and I know for a fact that you were fantasizing about this scenario just earlier this evening. You wanted someone to creep into your room and take you by surprise, so why are you so frightened? Oh, I see... You didn't think it would ever actually happen, did you? Well, I'm here now, and this is happening, so why don't we dry those tears and calm that racing heart of yours, hm? All you have to do is give yourself to me, and I will take very good care of you.

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neocrias · 2 months

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RUNRUNRUN - Johnny Suh

warnings: Stalker!Johnny, fem reader, 18+, explicit themes, dark themes, obsession, stalking, dacryphilia, begging, prey/hunter kink, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), pet names. slightly dubcon, minors DNI

wc: 2,4K genre: dark romance, smut

Synopsis: This could be a lucky night. When you go out with your friends and meet the hottest guy you've ever seen without realizing that he had been stalking you for months until it was too late.

A/N: this is my first smut fic and english is not my native language so take it easy if anything is written wrong. I'm trying, ok? I'm also a shy person so don't be rude, pls.

The hallway was so dark that you even couldn't see your hands in front of your face, you also couldn't turn on your phone's flashlight and give away your location or else he would easily find you. For a girl used to an easy life, with your daddy willing to help with whatever the fuck you did, poor naive girl couldn't imagine being chased inside your own house by a complete stranger.

A stranger to you, of course. Johnny knew you like the back of his head, in fact, he knew everything about you. He had every point of your extensive routine memorized. But you were so naive that you didn't realize you were being followed until two weeks ago, when he started to be more explicit about his existence. Johnny started leaving things lying around your house so that you would realize that someone had been there without you knowing. Then came the messages and calls, which you almost never responded to or answered, by the way, that was the reason you were in this situation now.

Quando você foi convidado para a inauguração de um clube por seu grupo de amigos igualmente mimados, ele sabia que esta seria sua oportunidade.

Depois de muitas rodadas de tequila, você se sentiu feliz o suficiente para dançar com alguns dos caras que achou mais bonitos naquele PUB naquela noite e, quem sabe, até levar um deles para casa. Aí um homem se aproximou de você e ele era tudo que você poderia desejar: alto, pele bronzeada como caramelo salgado, seu cabelo era tão escuro que refletia as luzes da pista de dança, o sorriso mais atraente que você já viu e seus olhos... seus olhos eram de um marrom tão profundo e quente que pareciam ver cada pedacinho da alma impura que você tentava esconder atrás de seu rosto angelical.

He looked at you completely hungry.

And you definitely liked the way he looked at you.

As soon as you arrived at your house and only after the door was locked and the key thrown on top of the highest piece of furniture did you realize the danger you're in.

— Did you like ignoring me, princess? — Johnny asked, his voice dripping with resentment and something else… something dangerous.

You widen your eyes in an expression of astonishment, which Johnny found comically adorable, and felt his heart racing to the point where all he could hear was his own racing beats. Johnny smirked as he observed the bewildered state you were in, feeling arrogant for being the one responsible for the panic you felt.

He waited patiently for a response, but all he got were wide teary eyes.

— No answer? — He tried again and, again, he had no answers so he started his own monologue, hoping that you would at least pay attention to his words. After all, you would need it.

— Since you like making me chase you so much, let's make a bet.

— A bet? — You asked, almost voiceless because of the shock.

— You can hide anywhere in the house for an hour. If time runs out and I don't find you, I'll go away and leave you alone. — He spoke simplistically.

The proposal was so tempting that your eyes shone with excitement. You would finally be free from your shadow. Suh smiled realizing that he had already won the bargain.

— What happens if you find me? — You finally asked, realizing the ease of the agreement and that there was a missing piece to the puzzle.

Johnny just smiled mischievously and remained silent, his hands in his pockets and his face tilted slightly to the side. You felt a goosebump run up your spine and something told you that you should deny it, you should run to your room, block the door and call the police, but you loved a challenge and were confident that you would win, after all, it's your home.

Johnny noticed the determination lighting up your entire face and spoke. — I'll give you a five-minute head start.

You snorted, thinking about how he was being so stupid. You already had an advantage, you knew all the corners, passages and hiding places that existed in your mansion, it's your house. But even so, took advantage of the handsome man's foolishness and started running to the kitchen from where you would take the first secret passage to the second floor. As soon as you opened a hidden door, the lights went out and you found a melodious whistle approaching and then, without thinking about anything else, you entered the passage and closed the door.

Johnny also knew every single place in that house and imagined perfectly what you were going to do and where you were going to hide, so he went up, two steps at a time, to the second floor, there he removed one of the old paintings, a cheap imitation of the Birth of Venus, and was greeted by the passage that led straight to the attic. Once there, Suh chose the darkest corner and had a perfect view of your entrance.

Outside, you crossed the hallway trying to be as silent as possible. You took off your special designer heels, carrying them in your hands so the clack against the wood wouldn't delay your location if he was close.

One of your heels slipped and fell to the floor with a muffled thud and you stopped completely, refusing to move a single step anymore, hoping that if you stayed still, your muscle would evaporate from the hallway. You waited two long minutes in desperation, your head spinning as if you were going to faint. You feel the adrenaline numb your senses and your toes tingle with function.

What really surprised you was the butterflies in your stomach, revealing that you were more excited than you wanted to admit and found yourself thinking about the hottest man who was chasing you now. And that he's been stalking her for the last few months.

“Girl, don’t be crazy,” you thought, chastising yourself for the unholy desires you were thinking.

You tried to open the attic door slowly, cringing at the creaking of the old, rusty hinges. Johnny, who was waiting for you inside the room, glared as he watched you inattentively close and lock the door from the inside, becoming the perfect prey for him. When you started looking for a discreet corner to hide, he came out of where he was hiding with steps as silent as a feline during a hunt.

He admired your body, finding it just perfect, for a second or two, and grabbed your long hair, pulling your head back until your back hit his chest. Scared, you couldn't contain the moan that you didn't want him to hear and the man offered naughty, now pulling you back by the hips and rubbing his semi-hard cock against your ass.

— I got you, babe. — He murmured hoarsely and slyly. The hand holding your brown hair snaked to the front of your neck, trapping you against him even more.

You tried to fight his grip, but your body didn't really want to move away, wanting the man ever since he approached you on the dance floor. No matter how much your head screamed that this was a mistake, you were one step away from giving in to desire, he just needed to say the right thing.

— Do you want to know what I want? — He murmured, placing wet kisses at the base of your neck. Involuntarily, you tilted your head, leaving a larger space for him to lick and nibble your most sensitive skin as much as he wanted and purred as soon as the man bit the exact spot between your neck and collarbone. — I think you already know, don't you?

— Me? — You asked sweetly, already giving in too much, wanting more.

— Attagirl! — He praised and sucked a beautiful red mark on your neck, the first declaration that you were his. Now and until death.

He turned your body around and caught you in his arms in a tight grip. You were quick to lock your legs around his waist and your arms around the back of his head as soon as he kissed you eagerly and hungrily. He dropped you onto an old desk that was in the attic without any delicacy and you groaned at the harshness of his attitude.

His big hands went down to your ass and pulled you forward with force, pressing your barely clothed pussy against his cock, you two moaned together breaking the kiss.

Johnny took the opportunity to kneel. The super short dress had already risen to your waist and he didn't bother to take off the ruined panties, tearing them in two without being the slightest bit careful. You didn't complain, the rougher he was, the wetter you became. — Ah, princess, I'm going to make you hate every single second you despised me. You'll have my name carved into that pretty little head of yours as soon as I'm done with you and you'll be begging on your knees to be mine for all eternity.

— As if. — You replied, refusing to give in so easily and you felt your core twist at the irritated expression he made. — I'm going to kick you out of here as soon as I cum.

He pushed his tongue into his cheek to control his anger and shut you up with a sharp slap to your inner thigh. — You little brat. Maybe I need to force a little politeness into that spoiled little head of yours.

He gave another slap when he saw that you were going to retort, this time on your pussy. All that left your lips was a whimper of pain and he gave the third slap a little harder, laughing at the way you moaned again, lifting your hips in search of more. Johnny had fun discovering how dirty his little girl could be.

He placed soft kisses on your thighs, moving closer to the center, but pulling away when you tried to force him closer by his hair. He repeated this twice more until you whimpered in despair.

— You want it? — He asked, his breath hitting your wet pussy with each syllable and you shook your head desperately. — Use your words.

— What? — You asked dumbfounded.

— You heard me right. — Suh replied impassively.

You laughed loudly, irritated by the man's arrogant attitude and rushed to respond. — If you don't eat me now, I'll find someone else who will.

Without warning, Johnny stuck the tip of his index finger inside you, silencing your tantrum and murmured a “yeah?” uninterested in your empty threats. You moaned with relief and dissatisfaction when he continued inserting just the tip of his finger.

— Please! — You let out a greedy moan.

— What? I did not hear? — He teased.

—Johnny, please.

— You'll need to do better than that, babe.

— Please, I want you so much. — You gave in, desperate to feel good. — I need you so fucking much, please.

He smiled satisfied and penetrated the second finger, pushing both of them all the way in, making a “come here” movement until you squirmed and squeezed his fingers. When he felt you were close, he leaned in and sucked hard on your clit.

You let out a guttural moan as you fell apart in his arms, throwing yourself back onto the dusty table. He didn't stop when you complained about the pain of the overstimulation and, with his free hand, he trapped both of your wrists when you tried to push him away.

— No more, please.

—Does it hurt, princess? — He asked condescendingly and you responded with sly whimpers as you approached the peak once again. Seeing your growing desperation, he teased you once again, feeling satisfaction in your tears. — You want me to stop?

You didn't respond, lost in the pleasure of being stimulated past the limit, Johnny took the silence as a no and stroked your clit with his thumb, watching your body tremble for the second time.

You screamed for the second time, fat tears rolling down your face and marking your round cheeks with black streaks of mascara. — No more, please. — You begged.

Johnny gave an asymmetrical smile admiring the state he left you in and gave a strong thrust into your once again. You moaned tearfully, a rhythmic “please” melody, but Johnny didn’t stop. You approached your third orgasm faster than the other two times and fell from the top even faster. When you tried to push your body up, trying to get away from him, Suh replied: — You will keep cumming as many times as I want.

He removed his fingers from inside you and released your wrists. You sighed in relief, thinking that now you could finally rest, but you were so inattentive that you didn't hear him undo his belt and unzip his pants. When both hands grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, your eyes widened and you lifted your torso, supporting yourself with your hands, to look at him.

His almond-shaped eyes sparkled with lust and were so intense that you felt your body catch fire. When Johnny started to push, you fell back onto your back, accepting everything he was going to give you. The stretch was too much and it hurt like you were being split in two, but you had never felt so satisfied before. All the tension in your muscles was gone, all you thought about was the man on top of you and how broad and beautiful his shoulders looked.

You wanted to scratch and bite him so badly and that's what you did.

You wanted to leave him as marked as he was marking you now, you wanted to leave a physical reminder so that he would never forget you. Cute little thing, Johnny would look for you even in hell if he had to.

You came out of your reverie when you felt Johnny's fingers squeeze your neck, superficially cutting off your air passage, your head spun and your vision went black. When you came back, you were lying on the bed in your room and if it weren't for the pain in your body you could have sworn that you had dreamed everything, but Johnny cleared his throat at that moment, showing his presence and made you drink a whole glass of water and eat some grapes before for them to actually talk.

— How are you feeling, baby? — He asked, his voice was much calmer than minutes ago.

— I'm sleepy — she murmured tiredly. You might regret it tomorrow, but you would make the most of today, they had already done worse things that night. — Stay with me, please?

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