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daddyhausen · 3 months ago

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「 IV MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — it was supposed to be a simple convenience store run, once iv caught a glimpse of the pretty clerk behind the desk , he was infatuated

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ], stalking obsession, male masturbation, cumshots, sexual fantasies

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.8k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x iv

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 3:30 AM 」

iv’s eyelids grow heavy as the hours ticked by, his sleep stifled in feeble attempts just to try and stay awake. the simple convenience store he stands before seems so barren in comparison to earlier when he passed it by, no bustling customers, mother’s with groceries, small children clinging to their arms with their own piles of sweets and assorted junk foods, not even the old man down the road, whom he saw quickly dart in for a pack of smokes and a few lottery tickets.

it is too quiet, even for his liking. at this hour, normally he’d see a few drunks spread out here and there buying a quick snack to help them sober up before stumbling back out the door with very minimal interaction on both recipient and server. the layover between shows was only a week, and even in the few hours he’s been here he’s already noticed these things. the emptiness feels sinister almost, like an ever looming hand hovering just above his shoulder, not touching, just out of reach.

the soft chime of the bell brings iv out of his thoughts momentarily, the door opens, the bell falling back into place with a gentle ring. he steps inside, the cool august air fading, his bones instantly warmed from the heater inside. a hoodie covering his features, practically engulfing him in the oversized material. his face obscured by a mask, as always. a simple black balaclava with some the bands sigel etched on the front. he finds the idea of wearing the mask in public a bit redundant since the mask itself was more identifiable than his bare face, however, vessel, ever the worrier, insists on it. he gives a soft glance in the direction of the registers, eyeing a pretty little thing behind the counter, before making his way to the drink fridges.

he notices how your eyes widen subtly, trying not to draw attention to yourself. he sees how your hand rests beneath the counter, such dainty little fingers tapping at the steel of the countertop, an irritating clanking of fingernails against the metal. poor nervous thing. how cute.

“sir?” you speak up, your voice barely above a squeak. “you need to take off your mask”.

he simply opens the drink fridge, grabbing a slab of water bottles, turning to face you.

“is that a requirement here?”

he didn’t even notice the sign above the door that clearly states to remove all head coverings.

“i mean you just can’t walked into a convenience store wearing a mask, i might think you’re gonna rob the place”

“fine” he softly mutters, pulling up the balaclava just past his mouth, the fabric resting on the bridge of his nose. revealing a sharp jawline and soft pouty lips shaped into a scowl.

“happy?”

his remark is spiteful and sarcastic as he places the slab of water bottles on the counter.

“i suppose you’re gonna charge me a convenience fee for the mask?” his words are still monotone. a joke.

“be thankful that i didn’t call the cops on you”

a small scoff left his lips at the mention of the faux threat, thick fingers appearing from beneath the worn leather of a black glove, resting on his chin, softly scratching the brunette stubble of his beard. his tongue subtly parting his lips, your eyes falling to stare almost instinctively down at the appendage as it swipes across his bottom lip, wetting it slightly.

“lucky me, i guess”

his words rumble low in his chest, a deep hum that murmurs low as they leave his lips. he stares for a moment, as if he were studying your appearance. from the way your eyes flutter softly with small blinks, the way your eyelashes batt against the apples of your cheeks, to the way your nose scrunches from the chill of the spring air each time the door to your store opens. your lips and the way they puff and pout subconsciously or the way they part slightly each time he’d talk, as if you are about to swallow his words no matter how brief his sentences are. oh god, he wishes those lips could part around other things. his eyes follow the length of your arm, from your dainty, dandelion-painted fingernails, to smooth silky hands, one’s that wrap tightly, almost anxiously around the scanner as you scan the slabs of water. to your shoulders, he could just invision the bite marks he’d leave, etched into pristine skin, these thoughts continue the further his eyes travel, to your clavicle and finally, your breasts, hidden beneath a neat blouse, his eyes only linger for a moment not to rouse suspicion, although he could not help but let his mind wander, envisioning just how gorgeous those perky, supple breasts would look free from the restraists of the fabric, nipples pebbled over with arousal, boucing as he slams his girthy cock into you. he draws his eyes away after a minute or so.

“so if you’re not here to rob me, what are you doing in town, i havent seen you around before, you new here?”

your questions are probing, invasive to iv’s ears. good. you did not mention his obvious staring, either you knew and didnt mention it out of embarrassment or that pretty little head of yours was filled with nothing but air. in a way he liked the latter, easier to toy with, easier to corrupt and full with nothing but thoughts of his cock, how perfect.

“do you expect every person who comes here is gonna rob you?”

iv cocks an eyebrow inqusitively at your questioning, eyelids slowly blinking as he gazed upon your throat, how it constricts with a small, anxious gulp, he can envision his hand wrapping around it, constricting your airway until you succumb to pleasure.

“you can’t expect nothing more in a town like this”

iv gives a soft nod, pursing his lips with a small hum in response, he hadn’t taken notice of it before but the store itself is kept moderately well, aside from a few straps of duct tape keeping the cracks in the windows sealed, and the lightbulb above the counter that flickers on and off every so often, the colour a muddy yellow, subdueing you beauty each time it would darken. in comparison to the shithole of a town outside, it is paradise, simply because of you.

“i’m in a band” he finally admits

the answer is short, closed off. your eyes widen in excitement, he’s mentally preparing himself for another round of questioning.

“ooh, go on tell, what band?”

he finds your reaction endearing, despite his own reservations he remains hesitant to say anything further.

“you wouldn’t know…” his response is standoffish, you take the hint and back off questioning him for now.

you round up his change silently, the price appearing on the small screen of the register. albeit he does feel bad about the way he responded, in the back of his head he knows he can’t get too close to you. despite every nerve in his body yearning to fuck you senseless over the counter top. his cock throbbing behind the confines of his jeans.

“sorry…” he mutters, noticing the subtle sombre expression across those perfect, pouty lips. he pulls out his card to pay, gathering the slabs of water in his arms.

“it’s alright, not that it matters, i never got time to go to shows anyway”

iv’s lips pout against the fabric of his mask, poor pretty thing. you’re working yourself to the bone it seems. he observes, even under the piss coloured lighting, beneath the most stunning set of eyes lays dark circles, your posture not as perfect as it should be, your shoulders slump forward, almost nodding off where you stand. iv couldn’t help but think that you are in need of a rest, and who a better man than himself to give you a nice rough fucking until you fall asleep on his chest, his cock stufffed deep in your cunt, half-hard as you clench around him.

iv shakes the thoughts from his head momentarily. it is something he’s gonna have to deal with back at the hotel.

“how long you in town for?” you ask. diverging the conversation, breaking the awkward silence that built between you two.

“about a week”

you respond with a simple nod, lips curling into a small subtle smile.

“see you around then”

“yeah.”

iv watched on as you disappear into the back room, his eyes dancing over your frame, adoring the sway of your hips, the round of your ass as she escapes from his vision, his cock hardens, throbbing with insatiable desire. god, if he stares any longer he is sure to ruin his boxers. he peers up to the security feed, the small tv mounted upon the wall, spit into four different screens, once of each corner of the convenience store, and the bottom left, one of the back room, which he assumes is the storage facility. he can see you, he stares, watching you dart back and forth, a lot of monotonous work still needing to be done. he can’t help himself, he grabs his phone from his front pocket, quickly snapping a pic of you in the security feed.

it was not much, the picture is grainy and blurry. he can just make out your figure, but it is enough. it has to be. then again, any semblance of you would help. his balls feel heavy down-weighed with litres of cum he needed to spill. he grabs the water, quickly darting out of the convenience store before he would start to rub one out where he stood.

the walk back to the hotel was suppose to be quick, only five minutes or so away, yet, with the throb of his cock, each step felt like half, his body feels heavy, an eternity scaped out over the course of a few minutes. all he could think about was you, the pretty little slut behind the counter, spending your days all by your lonesome in the store. he wonders how many times you’ve gotten so needy that you just would rub one out whenever there were no customers, slender fingers tracing around that aching, swollen clit, pumping deep into that meaty pussy of yours. God, it was driving him insane. his cock aches, only wishing to be buried deep in any hole you’d allow him into.

even more so as he fumbles with the key card, the damn thing slipping through his fingers and back into his pockets more than once.

“fuckin’ hell…” he curses under his breath, his breathing itself becoming laboured, warm against the fabric of his mask. arousal swelling in his pants, cock throbbing with thick pulses. by the gods he is desprate. every time he blinks, a vision of you behind his eyelids, each one in a different, more exposed state of undress until you were bare before him. the key card clicks, a chime ringing through the hallway as the door opens. iv practically stumbles inside, an awaiting iii lounging idly on the bed furthest from the door. his head lazily peering up to meet iv’s frazzled state.

iii put his phone down beside him on the bed, poorly dried hair still dripping wet from the shower, leaving inky black splotches on the pillow case.

“since when does it take an hour just to get water?-”

iii’s words fell deaf on iv’s ears, placing the two slabs down onto the counter, completely bypassing iii in the process heading straight for the bathroom.

the bathroom is quiet, only the soft echoes of iv’s breath present, all shaky and laboured. the room is still warm, steam billowing off the tiles from when iii occupied it. iv rips off his mask, small beads of sweat clinging to his forehead, dark strands sticking his skin as he eyes himself in the mirror. he is a wreck. he is not sure if it was the arousal talking or the lack of sleep but he knows he needed to do something about it and quick. his cock strains against his jeans, images of you, still present in his mind. all naked, spread out for him, greedy cunt taking every inch of his fat cock.

“shit..” he mutters through a shaky breath, peering down just to see how evident his arousal had become. the zipper practially about to bust with the sheer girth of it. iv is quick to rid himself of the fabric, his cock springing from his boxers, heavy and swollen, tip leaking with precum as evident by the generous wet patch in his boxers. he is amost afraid to touch it, fearing that he might bust with the slightest contact. he simply watches it throb and pulse against his stomach.

a knock at the bathroom door distracts him momentarily. iii’s voice ringing through his ears.

“you good in there, mate?”

iii’s voice is hesitant, almost concern laced in his words.

“yeah…gonna shower…”

iv’s words falter slightly, trying to hold back a moan.

“right…dont be too long yeah?”

“yeah…right…”

iv waits for a moment, hearing the dull thuds of iii’s footsteps inch away from the bathroom door. he lets out a shaky, relieved breath, dismissing his predicament for a second to get the water ready. steam flutters and curls in the air, instantly fogging the glass f the shower door as he waits for the temperature to correct itself, yet in the back of his mind, like some omnipresent figure, you lurk. beckoning him with a curled, tempting finger to sink deeper into whatever unhinged fantasies he has tucked away. by the gods he wants to do that so…just to get a taste, a feel, a smell even. You’d taste sweet, he knows that. pretty pussy leaky and wet just for him as he laps up your juices like a man starved, planting deep hungry kissed to your clit, sucking greedily at the sensitive bulb.

he looks back to the counter top, his phone laying idly beside the sink. he remembers the picture he snapped of you on the security feed. as perverse as the act was, he could not help himself. he could just delete the picture and be done with it, with you, he is only here for a week after all nothing would come through over one simple interaction.

but it would be such a waste…he kept his balls full for a reason, resisting the urge to stroke himself for weeks now until he found the right subject to satiate his needs. if he were to waste his cum on anything…on anyone…it would be a cute little bunny such as yourself.

iv reaches for his phone, his hand shaky, not necessarily in hesitation but arousal…need. he opens it, scrolling through his photo album, amongst the various photographs stored, from tour photos, selfies, pictures of his own cock, laid you, the one he’s been searching for. he zooms in on it, the angle of the camera giving a much better view of your cleavage, the supple, round mounds swelling around the fabric of your blouse, iv’s dick twitches at the sight. he props the phone down ontop of the tank of the toilet, leaning it against the wall so it was still visible from the shower.

he steps into the warmth, his body instantly relaxing into the water, soothing his weary muscles. he keeps the shower door open, not caring about the spray of the water that drenches the floor, as long as he could see you. his hand begins to trace town the soft flesh of his stomach, the supple pudge of fat of his abdomen retracting and clenching with arousal as his wraps his hand around his firm cock. his keeps his grip taught, squeezing droplets of pre-cum from the tip, a makeshift lubricant. pretending, wanting it to be your perfect cunt wrapped around him.

“f-fuck me…” he groans through gritted teeth. he did not want to go easy on himself, he didnt deserve that kind of reprieve. he knows this is sick, he knows he’s a fuckin’ perv. you are a damn stranger, a pretty one at that but still a stranger nonetheless. and here he is, stroking his dick to you. iv always had these perverted inclinations, sure he’s jerked off to strangers before, i mean porn exists for a reason but never to someone he knew or has seen in real life.

iv can’t help but feel disgusted with himself, ashamed even. you didn’t deserve this treatment from him…yet that feeling is quickly repressed the moment he stars to move his hand down his shaft.

“shit …thats it bunny…mmm fuck…” his cock throbs in his hand, as he continues to stare down the picture of you, pretending that you were actually there with him.

“keep suckin’ my cock….”

he could almost invision it, pouty, lips wrapping around his throbbing cockhead, all puffy and red from the abuse he so lovingly bestows onto you. he closes his eyes, seeing you so perfectly work his cock, interchanging between your hands and your mouth.

he grips his cock tighter, hips starting to gyrate against the pseudo-rhythm of your movements. an apparition it is, a false narrative constructed by his perverted mind, he could not stop, he would not allow himself to.

“take my fuckin’ cock pretty thing…mm yes. fuck back against it” his teeth clench together increasing the speed of his hand.

“thats its, bunny.. such a dirty little slut for me…oh fuck!”

he had to bite his tongue, supress himself from being too loud, knowing that iii is just outside, ii and vessel in the next room over, and the walls in this shithole of a hotel aren’t exactly thick.

iv gasps softly, letting his eyelids flutter shut again. this time imagining your ass bouncing back against him. the soft plush flesh ripping at the contact, skin slapping together making the most sickening yet lovely sounds. his cock dissapearing between your folds, perfect juicy cunt leaving a creamy ring around his meaty shaft each time he’d pull back, only to slam himself deeper into you over and over again.

gummy walls clenching around his cockhead, milking him of each drop of his cum. gods, it is a disgusting thought, but he wants to empty load after load of cum into you, bredding you senseless until it finally takes. your belly swelling with a strangers kid. his kid. that way he can finally have you.. claim you as his no matter the circumstance. that and the sight of you pregnant would ignite a while other fire under him, he’d not be able to keep his hands off of you, gods. he’d fuck that tight cunt until you’re begging him to stop, sucking greedily on your sensitive nipples, kneading swollen, milk-filled breasts to soothe the ache.

“gonna breed you, bunny…gonna be mine…all mine…”

he is pumping his cock as fast as he could handle, the appendage aching, all red and swollen with a desprate need fo release. he invisions your moans, how they’d pitch in loudness the closer you are to release. he lets his eyes flutter open, watching the picture of you as he nears closer.

“cum on this cock, bunny. be a good fuckin’ girl and cream all over this dick for me” his breath shudders in pleasure.

“i know you want to…mm fuck…that pretty cunt’s all nice and soaked…just beggin’ for my cum”

he can see it so clearly, pretty cunt gushing around him, dripping down onto his thick, meaty thighs. he cums where he stands, through a string of curses and rough, drawn out breaths. his knuckles coated in white, he is surprised he didnt ruin his phone screen with the weight of his orgasm, the sheer amount of cum is more than he anticipated.

“fuck…” he gasps breathlessly, feeling slightly lightheaded from his orgasm. he looks down at himself, his hand still firmly wrapped around the base of his now semi-flaccid cock, the appendage twitching with small pulses, his thighs covered in his cum, trailing down his skin, mixing in with the water. he feels elated, disgusting, still fucking horny, all wrapped up into a perveted bundle.

from this moment on, he needs to see you again. needs to touch you, feel you, taste you… fuck you. it’s beyond primal. fucking biblical even. for the heavens bestowed upon him a goddess and he will do everything in his power to not let you escape from his grasp. you are his, even if you did not know it yet yourself.

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