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Third Times a Charm: Bodytalk 3/3

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x AFAB Reader smut series

Summary: you ran into him three separate times. First was at a house party, second time was at a club. And like his favorite drugs, he was addicted. The third time? Well he wasn’t going to let you get away so easy. Third times a charm and he was going to get his fix. ((Non-squid game au))

Warnings: smut (18+), LONG (guys..I thought 6k for the last one was bad….this is 11k words...I couldn't help myself), drug usage (only weed this time lol), smoking weed, sex while high, stalker! Namgyu themes, fem centered pet names, divider added were smut starts for convenience, he calls the reader a bitch once, he’s fucking nasty, this is straight porn- v little plot, i feel like i need to go to confession, p in v sex, oral ( f receiving ), fingering, squirting, dirty talk (he really can’t keep his mouth shut), choking, spitting, multiple orgasms, creampie (have safe sex), there's probably more- read at your own risk, was proof read but I am dyslexic.

Previous chapters: Taste Test: 1/3 , Oral Fixation: 2/3

The third time you met him- he came to your place.

You were doing chores around your place- candles were lit, Spotify was playing loudly on the large living room TV rotating through your favorite songs, and even cookies were baking in the oven!

It was two days after your run in with Nam-Gyu at the club. All you could think about was him. The new energy that his interactions gave you was a welcomed motivation. However, to say you were a little nervous he wouldn’t text you was an understatement, you were terrified.

You eased your worries about his absence when you thought about how the last time he was with you- he had to leave with a drug deal gone awry- and you’re familiar enough with the scene to know how time consuming and stressful dealing with that could be.

Still, the absence of him hit you more than you thought it would. He truly had you wrapped around his finger.

To rid yourself of the thoughts, you continued to busy yourself with cleaning your apartment. Soon the oven chimed off a ‘ding’ letting you know the cookies were done. You clapped to yourself, walking to the oven, grabbing the pot holders and pulling the tray out of the oven.

While they cooled you poured yourself a drink, leaning on the counter and looking at your clean place with a sense of accomplishment. You took a sip from the cup and began to think of what else needed to be done.

You pushed yourself back off from the counter, figuring you could get some laundry done. Before you could take a step your phone pinged. Figuring it was just an app notification or one of your friends, you make your way over to your phone with no abnormal excitement.

But when grabbed your phone of the kitchen island and the screen turned on, your heart caught in your throat

‘How’s my pretty girl doing?’

The text came from an unknown number. It blared on your locked home screen as you reread it over and over, your heart rate spiking- you could feel your heart beat in your chest.

‘How’s my pretty girl doing?’ It was like he already claimed you as his, whether you liked it or not.

You unlocked your phone with shaky, excited hands, opening the message, thumbs hovering over the keyboard as you try to think about what to say.

You begin to type when three floating dots pop up, signaling he’s typing again.

‘I’m sorry for not texting you sooner. You really were all I was thinking about. Texted you as soon as I could.’

‘Let me make it up to you? I want to see you’

The texts come in one after the other, in rapid succession. It was if he knew you had your phone open to his messages- just watching his texts come through.

‘You gonna roll for me? Make it worth my time?’ You text back with a small laugh to yourself. You know he’s worth your time- well worth it. But you gotta give him some hell for making you wait so long to hear from him! You see the three dots pop up on your phone screen, you bite your lip as you watch him begin to type.

‘Of course, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t? I even got some new shit I can bring, all for you.’

You smile at your phone, leaning on your kitchen counter and re-reading his message over and over. You finally begin typing to respond, ‘Now you’re speaking my language, come over at 7?’ , you hit send.

‘Sounds like a plan, I’ll be there.’

You don’t even bother texting him your address, remembering at the club how he told you he already found your address. The idea of him seemingly stalking you should have set you off, but here you are inviting that same handsome stalker over- and doing it excitedly.

You returned to your room to get more presentable. Fixing your hair, putting on the cute new lounge set you just got, and spraying some perfume- you excitedly got ready.

You walked back to the living room, settling in on the couch and turning on some random show to try and settle your excited nerves.

A couple hours passed and before you knew it, a knock resounded at your front door

You quickly stood up from the couch walking to the front door. Your heart was in your chest. This was the first time you and him would be alone. It was about time. The thought of it made your head spin.

You reached the door, hand moving to unlock the silver dead bold. With a resounding ‘click’ your hand grips the door knob and pulls the door open.

He stood there with a grin, one of his hands in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Your breath catches in your throat- you mind reeling. The gesture, the flowers alone, was sweet. Already a large contrast to your flings with him. Hell, he fingered you in someone’s house and face fucked you in his office at a club- you guys weren’t exactly the most romantic pair.

But the fact they were your favorite? That can’t be a coincidence. His smile widens when he sees your expression. “You post an awful lot about your favorite flowers. Your friends get you some every year for your birthday, hard to miss in most pictures on your page.” He quips, stepping forward and running his fingers around your waist and wrapping his arm around your back.

His head tilts to the side as he looks you over. Yet again, he was taking it into his own hands to get to know you- stalking your socials to get to know little details about you. It was endearing in a way. You take the flowers with a wide smile. “You’re such a creep. Thank you.” You say with a giggle, standing up a bit taller to lean in and place a small kiss on his jaw.

You hear him take in a large breath, his hand pulling you into him and gripping your waist just the slightest bit harder when your lips touch his skin. It’s like he’s trying to restrain himself.

“Callin’ me a creep, yet you still let me cum down your throat. What’s that say about you, hm?” He says, dropping his head to begin pressing kisses down your neck and over your shoulder.

You laugh, his lips tickling you as you stumble back. You try to pull away, well ‘try’ is an overstatement. You feebly writhe against him, a joke of an attempt to get away from him to try and close your apartment door.

He laughs against your neck, his lips continuing to trace along your neck. His leg kicks behind him, shutting your door for you, his arm that’s not around your waist reaches behind him to lock the door.

He pulls away finally, his head tilting back upright to look at you. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. “‘M sorry for keeping you waiting.” He says in a low voice, nearly a whisper as he looks you over.

You hum, smiling and lifting a hand up to hold his cheek, thumb rubbing a circle along his skin as you tilt your head like you’re thinking. “I suppose I can forgive you…” you say with a pout that immediately turns into a laugh.

He watches as you laugh and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and your laugh is the most enchanting sound he’d ever hear. He can’t help but to pull you closer to him by your waist, your chest pressing against his as he catches your lips in a kiss.

It catches you by surprise, a sound like a small squeak comes out into the kiss. But when the feeling of his lips is finally on yours once again, you simply melt into him. Your legs feel like you go limp, his arm around your back only thing keeping you up as your lips move against his. The kiss is surprisingly soft and meticulous like he’s been without the feeling of your lips for too long. And to him he has.

As he pulls away, his hand dances along your spine.

You guys stand there for a moment, just staring at each other. You break the silence, realizing the hand that holds the large bouquet of your favorite flowers is causing your hand to ache as it’s held up in the air. “I gotta find a vase for these.” You say, nodding your head over to the flowers in your hand. He nods, “I suppose you’re right.” He says with a chuckle, placing another quick kiss against your lips before releasing you.

You walk over into your kitchen, leaning on the counter and reaching up to pull open a cabinet. Grabbing a vase and turning around to the kitchen island where the sink was beginning to fill the vase up with water.

He leans over the opposite side of the kitchen island just watching your every move. As you begin to unwrap the flowers he got you, grabbing a pair of scissors to cut the stems, you look up at him. “So did you bring your ‘new shit’?” You tease, referring to his texts.

He laughs nodding and reaching one hand back into his back pocket, pulling out a heady bag of weed and placing it on the counter and shrugging. “Your offering ma’am.” He says with a wink. It has you giggling. You continue to cut the stems, squinting your eyes and looking at the bag skeptically with a smile “hmm…I’ll allow it.” You say in a fake prissy tone that has him laughing along with you.

You finish cutting the flowers, tossing the cut stems in the trash nearby and gathering the gorgeous blooms. you place the flowers in the vase. You step back and just stare at them, they’re your favorite yes- but it looks like each flower is pristine, in full bloom and the most vibrant it can be, like the hand picked each one out to create the best bouquet.

“Thank you again, they’re gorgeous…” You say with a smile, looking back over to him. You find him staring at you with his chin resting against his palm, elbow resting on the countertop. He’s looking at you with such a genuine, enamored gaze. “Of course, sweetheart. Someone like you deserves only the best.” He says with a wink.

You move around the counter next to him, mirroring how he leans over the counter. Your hands reach to the bag of weed on the counter and drag it towards you. You twirl it in your hands then turn to him. “So you gonna make good of your other promise and roll f’me?” You say, leaning closer to him, your noses practically touching. “You got it princess.” He mumbles, placing slow kiss on your lips. “Lead the way.” He says pulling away, a hand reaching back to slap your ass.

You giggle, spinning around to begin to lead him down the hall to your bedroom.

So there you found yourselves, in your room, laid out on your bed. He’s behind you, legs spread open leaving a perfect space for you to be. You’re leaned back between his legs, back against his chest, your legs crossed- holding up the rolling tray that’s covered in broken down weed.

His arms are around you, chin resting on your shoulder. His hands work to fill in the wrap with the weed. His fingers working a practice that has you mesmerized. The silver rings adorning his fingers reflect the distorted colors of the TV show you guys had playing. The veins of his hand pop out and you watch the way they move and flex with every movement he does.

From out of the corner of his eyes he sees you’re no longer watching the show, your eyes are locked on his hands as he begins to roll up the blunt.

You feel him chuckle, bringing you out of your trance. “You’re not even paying attention to the show.” He says before placing a quick kiss on your jaw. You giggle turning your head to place a proper kiss on his lips with a smile.

“‘M sorry, you have nice hands and they look really good rolling.” You say pulling away and looking down to watch him begin to roll up the blunt. He laughs, following your gaze.

He holds it up to you, the small section of the wrap not rolled sticks up out of the blunt. “Do the honors..” he says, nodding to the blunt. You look to him and smile, knowing exactly what he wants you to do. Your tongue darts out of your lips to run against the expanse of the wrap that was sticking up, wetting it.

As you do it you can feel his eyes on you, watching your mouth and tongue closely. He hums in approval as you finish, folding the flap over and sealing the blunt.

He takes the lighter from off of the rolling tray, flicking it and dragging the tip of the flame over the blunt, drying the part you licked and sealing it.

He transfers the blunt to one hand, the other wraps itself around you, caging you into him. He adjusts himself, leaning back more, guiding you with him to lay back on his chest. As he does it you can feel his cock drag against your back. You feel filthy about it, you can tell he’s not even hard, and all you’re thinking about is his dick against your back.

Your thoughts are cut short when you slowly start to feel the swelling of the start of an erection in his jeans. You sigh with a soft laugh thankful you’re not the only one who’s so worked up.

He nuzzles his cheek against your hair as his leans his arms forward more, lighting the blunt. You relax into him, he’s so warm, you think. Your eyes flick back to the TV, watching whatever was going on in the show as he takes the first hit.

The blunt is soon put infront of your lips, all you have to do is pick your head up the slightest bit. You wrap your lips around the blunt and inhale, leaning back on his chest as you blow the smoke upwards.

His hand that doesn’t hold the blunt moves under your shirt, his fingertips dancing along your the skin of your stomach in light motions.

He passes it back to you again, you repeat the same motions and take a slow inhale, exhaling the smoke in a slow plume of smoke. You can feel your body becoming lighter, a warmth rushing over your insides as your eyelids become heavy. “You really did bring the good shit.” You say with a laugh, your eyes rolling back to look at him behind you.

“I don’t lie about my product.” He says taking a hit himself, his hand traveling farther up your shirt and resting just under your bra, his thumb rubbing circles on the center of your sternum. You nod, can’t argue with that. “Glad you like it.” He adds, blowing out the smoke then placing a kiss on the top of your head.

His hips cant upwards, dragging his hardening cock along your back, you can’t help but to whine and try to grind your hips back onto him. His hand resting under your bra moves down your stomach and down your pubic bone. His fingers dance along your inner thighs as he places the blunt back in front of your face.

You take your hit, holding it in for a bit before releasing your breath. His hands inch inwards, his fingers dancing along your clothed cunt, ghosting over you in feather light touches that begins to make a bubbling warmth in your build in your lower stomach.

You bite your lip, holding in a moan as you jerk your hips into his touch. His palm rests on your pubic bone as his fingers rub up and down your pussy over the fabric of your clothes.

“Take your pants off, pretty.” He hums, hitting the blunt, watching as you quickly grip the waist band of your pants, lift your hips and pull them down and off your legs, throwing them to the side. You go to do the same thing with your panties when he stops you. “I didn’t say take those off.” He scolds. You whimper and nod, your bottom lip catching in your teeth as you settle back down.

His eyes train onto your panties. They’re lace with a cute little bow on the front. Similar to the ones you had on when he first met you. He smiles fondly at the memory, his hand returning to your lower stomach. His fingers dance along the lace top of your panties, gripping at the fabric and pulling up. It creates a delicious drag along your clit that has your head falling back against his chest.

He repeats the motion a couple times before letting the fabric go, his fingers moving further downwards to dance along your clit over your panties. He lets out a low laugh, feeling how wet your panties have already gotten, your arousal beginning to leak through the fabric. “Already so excited to see me…” he says.

You shiver, the way he says it you can tell he’s not talking to you- he’s talking to your pussy.

It has you whining and gyrating your hips against his hand. He slaps his hand against your cunt, each time his hand connects you jump.

You can’t take it, you quickly sit up, turning around on your knees to face fim, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. It’s a mess of tongue and teeth as he kisses you back, his tongue exploring your mouth with a determination that has you spinning.

As the kiss continues to get more heated you feel him guide you backwards by your hips, the lit blunt hanging loosely between the fingers of his left hand. He guides you up, allowing both of you to sit up on your knees. He still towers over you, having to bend his back to lean and continue the kiss. His hands are all over you in a frenzy, yours soon following.

As your mouths move together, your hands run up his shirt, lightly scratching at his abdomen. He sighs into the kiss you can feel his stomach tense under your touch. When you move your back down his stomach and to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it, he pulls back- placing the blunt in his mouth and tilting it down. His hands grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side of your room. He removes the blunt from his mouth and attaches his lips right back on yours

Your hands move along his bare chest and stomach, feeling all of him. The heat of his bare skin under your palms has you whining into the kiss. Soon he’s mimicking your motion, free hand crawling up your shirt to grope at your breasts over your bra.

This time you pull away, pulling your shirt over your head and reaching back to unhook your bra- attaching your lips right back on his in a rush. You can feel him chuckle into your mouth at your equal enthusiasm.

His hand returns to your chest, his hand splaying over the plush of your breast before kneading it. His fingers pinch at your nipple, pulling at it as he breaks away from the kiss. As he releases your nipple, he watches as your breast jiggles when it drops back into place.

His chest is heaving, his tongue wetting his lips as he looks you over. “You had no idea how bad I missed your lips…missed you.” He mumbles, his free hand not holding the still smoking blunt runs up your waist. It makes you shiver. “You could have come by sooner…” you pout.

He laughs, his hand coming up to cup your face “I know, I would if I could have. But I’m here now and you’re not getting rid of me.” You smile and lean into his hand, turning your face to kiss his palm.

As he watches you nuzzle into his palm, he lifts his other hand holding the blunt to his mouth and takes a long inhale. His hand on your face moves to the back of your neck, pulling you forward into an open mouth kiss, letting the smoke rain into your mouth. You inhale and melt into him, your hands finding purchase on his abdomen.

He pulls back from the kiss, smoke still swirling between your mouths when he feels your hands trail down his stomach and begin to work at the button of his pants. His hand that doesn’t hold the blunt catches your wrists. The size difference has you whimpering. His one hand is large enough to encase both your wrists, stopping you from getting what you wanted.

“As much as I love the way your mouth feels around my cock, tonight’s all about you sweet girl.” He hums, pushing you by the wrists so you sit back up on your knees, giving him enough space to mirror your position.

He raises from his sitting position on the bed to sitting on his knees, pulling you back forward by your wrists. Your breasts press against his chest, his hand still holding your wrists together and down in between the two of you. He brings his other hand up to his mouth, taking a long drag from the blunt.

In the low light of your room the cherry of the blunt burns a vibrant red-orange hue, lighting up his face in an upward light. He’s so handsome it’s downright sickening. You can’t help but stare. His eyes never stray from yours as he moves his hand back down to his side. He blows the smoke out. His eyes are hooded, tinged red and hazy.

He guides your hands up in front of his face, still held by his one hand. He places a gentle kiss on each of your palms before releasing your hands hand passing the blunt back to you.

You take the blunt- frozen. Your mouth hung open. “Hit it.” He says nodding to the blunt. When you don’t move he returns his hand to your one wrist and guides your own hand to your mouth. You finally hit the blunt, inhaling. “There you go…” he hums with a grin.

When you begin to blow out the smoke his hands grab your waist and spin you around, throwing you down onto your bed- head sinking into the plush pillows. You let out a squeak of surprise, your hand that holds the blunt lying limply out to your side, wrist quirked up so the lit end wouldn’t touch any of the fabric on your bed. He’s hovering over you, between your legs with a smirk.

He pulls back, sitting back on his heels, removing a black hair tie that’s around his wrist. In a quick moment, in motions that are practiced, his hair is put up in a small pony tail. It’s half up and half down, small hairs falling out around his face that refused to stay up in the elastic.

It was so fucking hot.

You must have been staring, mouth agape, because he laughs. He leans back down, hand cupping your face, holding your cheek to make you look at him. “That hot to you?” He says with a grin. You don’t answer, just looking at him with a doe eyed look that has his cock growing even more.

His hand taps your cheek a couple times, bringing you back out of your daze. “C’mon you’re a big girl, use your words.” He taunts, but you know it’s also an order as he returns his hand to cup your face and give your face a harsh squeeze.

“F-fuck yes it is…” you say with a smile, a breathless laugh and a nod, reaching up to his face and pulling him down to you. You kiss him with a fury, one that takes him off guard for a split second before he’s kissing you back with just as much fever. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, your mouth falling open in response. He sucks on your tongue in a dexterous manner. It has you whining into his mouth and arching your back off the bed, pressing your chest into him.

He laughs into the kiss, pulling away to begin leaving opened mouth kisses along your neck. His teeth leaving marks that blossom along your skin in his wake. He kisses down your chest, his mouth sucking purple bruises on the swell of one of your breasts while his hand reaches up to envelope the other one in his girl.

You’re helpless under him, a panting mess the feeling of his tongue along your skin only leaves your panties to become even wetter, beginning to stick to your cunt, the fabric several shades darker that what it’s supposed to be.

His warm mouth engulfs your nipple, tongue circling around it in a methodical pattern, teeth grazing over it every so often. When he feels your hips begin to thrust into the air, a desperate attempt for your cunt to get any sort of simulation, his own hips thrust into the mattress of your bed, rubbing his stiff, clothed cock against the plush bedding.

His teeth pull your nipple, letting it go with a ‘pop’ as he begins to kiss down your stomach. He stops when he gets to the top of your panties, pulling away to sit up and look at you.

He takes all of you in, his eyes moving over you slowly, looking over each one of the red bite marks and blooming purple bruises that litter your skin. His hands run up your waist, growling at how small you look under his grasp. His hands squeeze your waist as he speaks, “I’ve been thinking about the taste of your pussy since that time at the house party….” He says, his eyes still tracing over your body.

You can’t help but bite your lip at his words, your chest heaving with a large breath. “You know how fucking hard I had to beat my dick after I cleaned your cum off my fingers just to think straight again?” He admits through a hissing tone, his hands squeezing your waist hard enough to make you whine before letting up.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, your cunt practically making a pool on the sheets below you, coating your inner thighs in a shining mess. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off, “and I just know…” he drawls on, his hands returning down to your hips, gripping your panties, pulling the fabric away from your flesh, “that a cute thing like you has a perfect pussy to match.” He finishes, snapping the elastic back against your skin. It makes you jump and arch into him.

He laughs at your reaction, running his hands over the stinging skin to soothe it before he grips the fabric once again. This time, he pulls it down, you lift your hips off the bed to help him pull the lace down and over your ass. He laughs, watching as strings of your arousal that are connecting your cunt to your panties eventually snap.

When he pulls the cloth fully off of you he slides his hands up your thighs, slowly pushing them open, putting you on display for him.

He sucks in a breath and lets out a low, feral sounding growl, as he looks at your bare cunt for the first time. “Ohhh….” He coos, his hands massaging your thighs, “and I was right…look at you…” he hums, his eyes flicking up to look at your face. When he sees you’re not looking at him, but instead bashfully looking to the side, he leans forward, bringing one of his hands from your thigh up to face, “Look at me.” He demands, turning your head forward so you were forced to look at him, “There you are sweet girl…” he says when you meet his eyes. “Want you to watch.” He adds leaning in and placing a slow kiss on your lips.

You obey, watching him sink down and begin trailing soft kisses from your navel, down your stomach, down your pubic bone then placing one last kiss on your clit.

When his hands adjusted to wrap around your thighs and he licked his lips, getting his first taste of you tonight, he was in heaven. He’s on your pussy immediately, his tongue working over the expanse of your pussy with no real set motion- he was just tasting you.

He was eating you like a man starved, like the arousal you secreted was the water he needed to live. Like a man drunk on the finest, most expensive liquor, he was slurping you into his mouth with a newfound desire.

When his tongue enveloped your clit in a long flat stripe, you cry out for him, your knuckles turning white from the grip you had on your sheets. He begins to suck your clit in and out of his mouth, any time it passes the soft, plushness of his lips, his tongue was on it in languid flicks. It’s all so much, it has your body twitching with pleasure, your body trying to move back on the bed, like you’re trying to run from the pleasure he’s giving you.

“None of that.” He growls, pulling you back to him by your hips. “No running away.” He says, emphasizing his words by licking a wide stripe up your pussy. “I’ve waited too long to taste your fucking cunt, and I’m going to take my time with you.” He says, looking up at you from between your thighs. His eyes are shadowed by his lashes but the hungry glint in his eyes is impossible to miss. His large hands trail upward to the crease of your thighs, pushing them open.

He dives back in, like a man starved. His tongue circles your clit in slow movements. The slurping sounds he’s making is straight up pornographic. He’s dragging it out in an almost sadistic slowness, twisting his tongue in skilled figure eight motions along your clit. He pulls back, sucking your clit into his mouth before releasing it with an obscene ‘pop’ of his mouth. The motion has your back arching up like a cat, your hips desperately chasing his mouth.

He pushes you back down, his hands gripping at your thighs, leaving crescent shaped imprints where his fingernails dug into your flesh. “You’re wasting the blunt.” He says, a wicked grin on his face. You don’t even register what he’s saying, your eyes closed and your head thrown back. But the feeling of his heavenly tongue does not return, he’s not resuming.

You open your eyes and look down at him. He’s looking up at you like a snake ready to have its meal. “The blunt. You’re wasting it.” He repeats, nodding over to the blunt that hangs limply in your hand.

Oh the blunt. You completely forgot about it with the way his tongue was working against you. “I-“ your voice cracks, it’s shameful and you can do nothing to hide it. “I-It’s a little hard to hit it…” you manage to get out. He shrugs, resting his chin on your tummy. “And you’re wasting it.” He says simply, his grin widening.

You suck in a shuddering breath, bending your arm and bringing the blunt to your lips. He nods slowly. You wrap your lips around the blunt and begin to inhale.

His hands move under your legs, lifting your hips the slightest bit so he can wrap his hands around the tops of your plush thighs, yanking you down the bed and back onto his mouth. He resumes, his mouth enveloping your pussy in a shameless manner. You whine around the blunt, it’s a muffled sound that has him chuckling against you. The vibrations of his laugh only add to the sensations causing you to grind your hips onto his tongue.

He hums against you, watching you carefully as you exhale the smoke, your head falling backwards against the pillows. Your moans ring out through your bedroom, only making him more excited.

Your moans to him are like an instant drug rush, like a violent high that crashes into him- causing him to pull you into his tongue. And when his tongue pushes its way into your velvety walls, you cry out a wanton sound that has him humping your mattress.

You knew the drill- not wanting him to stop you bring your shakey hand to your mouth and take another drag of the blunt. The weed only causing the feeling of his tongue to become even more formidable.

Humming around your clit in approval, his tongue worked around you, lowering itself to your entrance and twisting around it teasingly. He tried to restrain himself, he really did, but the way you squeezed around the tip of his tongue had him diving straight into your cunt. You tasted like the sweetest honey- squeezing around his tongue in pulsing movements, dripping more and more of your essence onto his wet muscle. He moans into your pussy. His eyes rolling back into his head as he swears your cunt is sucking his tongue in, never wanting to let go.

You whine as he pulls away. Your pussy exposed to the cold air of the room. He stares down at your cunt, his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal.

His hands release his grip on your thighs, pulling themselves from under you and splaying themselves on your inner thighs. One of his hands removes itself from your thigh, rubbing along the entirety of your cunt. He’s truly just playing with you, watching as sticky webs of your wetness cling to his fingers and the lips of your pussy. Every movement making a raunchy squelching sound. And all you can do is just moan and writhe under him.

And his eyes are still trained on your cunt. His head turning and lowering, resting his cheek on your thigh, hot breath fanning against your pussy as he simply admires how wet you are. “Such a pretty pussy…” he mumbles, more to himself than you.

His thumbs rub along your labia, spreading the mess of your own arousal and his spit. You moan out suddenly when his thumbs spread you open. It’s shameful, and debauched. “So wet f’me, huh?” He says his eyes flicking back up to you. His hand lifting from you and spreading his ringed fingers, showing how your wetness webs between his fingers. You nod frantically, your hips bucking up into the air desperate for more simulation.

His eyes flick back down to your cunt, hands retuning to their spot, spreading you wide open for him. Watching as your pussy helplessly clenches around nothing, pupils dilating even more when he watches a thick trail of your wetness drip out of you. Thumbs still keeping your thighs back and cunt spread open, he dives back in, his tongue collecting the creamy bead of arousal on his tongue before licking up to your clit with a loud slurp. You cry out, your moans like a song to him.

He pulls back, making a show of swallowing. You’re embarrassed, being so spread out like this. His thumbs are massaging in and out of your opening, spreading you even more before removing themselves, repeating the motion over and over. Your thighs fight against his hands. He immediately lifts himself up more, pushing your legs back down in a harsh movement.

“You better fuckin’ keep your legs open.” He warns. You bite your lip and nod, your body twitching under his hold, but you keep your legs open. His hand slide back to your inner thighs, thumbs resuming their prior placement of spreading your cunt wide open for him. Your dripping hole and puffy clit on full display.

You watch as he sucks his teeth, purses his lips and spits directly on your cunt. You can’t help but let out an obscene whine, eyes rolling in to the back of your head. He’s back on your pussy in an instant, tongue moving around the entrance of your cunt before pushing back into your gummy walls.

You scream out in pleasure, your hands reaching down to grip at his scalp. When your fingernails scratch at his skin, pulling at his hair he moans into you, moving with more vigor.

He settles back intro the bed, arms going back under your thighs and wrapping his hands around them, pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. He shakes his head in your cunt pulling back with his tongue lolled out of his mouth for breath. “Taste so fucking good…” he murmurs against your pussy, licking a stripe up the entirety of you for emphasis, pulling back again “Could eat you all fuckin’ day…”, he says his fingers reaching across your pubic bone and circling his fingers against your clit.

You cry out and twitch against his hand, you wanted to…no, needed to cum. You pull at his hair, trying to bring his mouth back onto your pussy but he resists. His eyes move from watching your pussy drip for him to watching your flushed face. “You know better than that…” he says in a low warning, the look on his face alone is enough to remind you of his earlier remarks.

Use your words

“Please N-Nam-Gyu”, you stutter out, “I need to cum. Please, your m-mouth, your f-fingers, any-Oh! Fuck!”you’re cut of when he replaces his still fingers with his mouth, his lips wrapping around your clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive bud in soft, fast motions. Your head falls back onto the pillows, your chest heaving with heavy, panting breaths.

The hand that was just playing with your clit slides off your thigh, his leaving a wet trail of your arousal around the flesh as he pulls his hand back. His fingers circle your entrance, two digits slip in easily. He moans against your clit as he feels the sweet, warm, grip of your cunt around his fingers. “So tight…” He murmurs against your clit.

His fingers work expertly, thrusting into you and curling up, the motion making lewd squelching sounds every time he was knuckles deep inside of you. His tongue never let up, switching between licking at your clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Squeezing’ my fingers so hard…” he words muffled by your cunt, “You gonna even be able to take my cock?” He mocks, scissoring his fingers inside you for emphasis. It has you moaning in pitch and tone that you didn’t even think you were capable of emitting.

His fingers switch back to the repetitive curling motion that has you seeing stars. When his fingers curl up in just the right way, you keen over, curling up and pressing his face into your cunt with a loud squeal “oh fuck! Right there!” You cry out, flopping back down onto the bed breathlessly.

He hums into your pussy, fingers never moving from where you needed them most. With every stroke of that soft spongy spot inside of you, you’re coming closer to your orgasm.

You feel like you can’t even think straight, your vision is hazy. All you can do is grind down onto his fingers and tongue. “You gonna cum on my tongue?” He says, looking up at you, his lips brushing against your clit as he speaks. “I can feel your squeezing my fingers. Gonna make a mess f’me?” He speaks against your cunt. You nod frantically, hips jerking violently against his tongue. “S-shit…” you cry through clenched teeth, it felt so fucking good, you bite your lip and manage to moan out a “Uh-huh,” as you feel yourself about to cum.

His pace speeds up, it’s a violent onslaught of pleasure that has you orgasm wracking through your body violently. You can hear your cum gush out of you, a pornographic, sloshing sound. He chuckles against you, quickly removing his fingers and replacing them with his mouth, his tongue working you through your orgasm, drinking up every last drop of your cum that gushes out of you.

You writhe against his face, twitching against the bed, your breath coming out in choked gasps. You have pull his head away by his hair to get him to stop. When you look down you whine, the view just has you ready to cum again right then.

His head is held up by your hands entangled in his dark hair, the ponytail he put his hair in was disheveled, his tongue was lolled out of his mouth, like he was trying to return to begging tongue deep in your pussy, his saliva and your cum dripping off the tip of his tongue and pooling in a sinful puddle on your pubic bone. He grins, his eyes hooded and pupils blown.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” He coos, his breath tickling your pussy causing you to twitch again. You nod, brushing his hair that has fallen out of the elastic tie, out of his face. “Mhm…felt so fuckin’ good.” You praise him. He smiles, his lips, chin, nose, and even his neck are coated in your cum.

He sits up, walking his hands up the bed on each side of you until he’s hovering over your face. “Want you to taste yourself.” He says as he lowers his face, kissing you without giving you time to respond. You moan into the kiss, tasting yourself own cum on his lips. Your hands come to cradle each side of his face, pulling I’m impossibly closer to you, your mouth opening to accept his tongue excitedly.

He adjusts himself so he’s back on his knees, his hands pulling your hips up onto his. Your back is lifted partially off the bed. He’s hunched over to continue kissing you, his jean clad erection beginning to grind into your pussy.

He continues his movements, moaning into your mouth. In his head he scolds himself, it’s shameful how much dry humping is effecting him. He swears he could cum in his pants then and there as he can feel the wetness of your pussy soak not only through his jeans but his boxers the longer he continues the slow grind of his hips into you.

He has to pull away, pulling away from you to stand up off the bed and rid himself of his pants and boxers. He’s back on the bed in an instant, slotting himself exactly where he just was. He pushes your thighs back, putting you on perfect display for him.

His cock rests heavy against your cunt. He draws his hips back, his hand holding the base of his dick as he slaps it once, twice, three times against your pussy. Each time you jump, your bottom lip becoming caught between your teeth as you whine, wanting more of him.

He’s doesn’t grant you that solace though instead he runs his cock through your folds, his fat cock-head bumping against your puffy clit. “You were squeezing the life out of my two fingers…” he muses, watching the way his cock splits your pussy lips open everytime he thrusts his hips forward. “It will be a miracle if my cock can fit inside you..” he hums with a condescending tone, the head of his dick just barely pressing into you before pulling back and resuming to rub against you.

You let out a soft moan , not being able to hold it in any more. “Hmm…” he moans “You sound so cute.” He praises, his eyes never straining from where you to meet. “I can take it. I will.” You say desperate, sitting up to look down to see his view. And when you do, you let out a wanton moan that has cock jumping.

“Yeah you will..” He lets out in a low rasp as he begins to push his cock into you. It’s a stretch that has you arching your back off the bed like a cat. When the fat head of his cock sinks all the way into you, you both let out a loud, blissful sigh.

Not even half way in and your pussy is milking his dick for all it’s worth. He shudders, beginning to think he might not even fit inside you if you’re squeezing him this hard. “Sweetheart…” he slurs, his eyes closed and eyebrows screwed together in concentration. “Ya’ gotta relax…you’re choking my dick.” He says in a strangled voice, sinking in just a bit more.

His eyes open to look down at where he’s sinking into your weeping pussy. His hand splaying on top of your pubic bone, his thumb reaching down to rub circles on your clit. A moan is forced out of you at the sensation, your cunt relaxing, causing him to slip in half way. Your moans come out and echo each other. Feeling half his cock being surrounded by your spasming tightness has him letting out a choked wine and falling over you, his hand catching himself, falling next to his head.

“You are so fucking tight.” He hisses, dropping down onto his elbow so he can lower his head to the crook of your neck. You can hear his labored breath tenfold now, his nose right under your ear. He draws his hips back, letting out a low moan as he feels how you squeeze around him- like your cunt is trying to suck him back in. He thrusts his hips back forward, sinking further into you.

You writhe against him, whining a pathetic mix of his name and pleading for him to just fuck you. When your hands remove themselves from gripping the sheets and reach up to wrap around his back, nails digging into his shoulders and your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his lower back- he drives his hips back once more, roughly thrusting his hips forward and finally bullying his cock balls deep into your cunt.

You let out a choked moan of his nails dragging down his back. You can hear him moan a low “Fuuuuckkk.” Before grinding his pelvis into your ass, basking in the feeling of being fully inside you.

You can’t help but pant out sharp rapid breaths, you feel so full. “Oh my god…” you whine out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when he continues the slow grind of his hips. “Y-you’re s-so fucking b-big.” You sob out. He kisses your neck a few times before sitting back up. He watches how your lips are parted, eyes rolled back in your head, your chest heaving like it’s too much- but you still take it.

“I know, princess…I know..” he says with almost a chuckle at how you struggle to take him but you’re so set on doing so. He leans down to kiss you, you feebly kiss back as best you can even when you can’t stop moaning. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting on yours as he draws his hips back and begins to set a brutal pace of hammering his cock into your cunt.

He keeps his forehead against yours, wanting to feel the way your breath jumps with each thrust. His bottom lip catches between his teeth when he feels your nails continue to rake down his back.

You manage to open your eyes for a brief second, the view above you is absolutely sinful. His hair has long since fallen out of the ponytail, the strands falling and framing his face and covering you in a shadow. The silver chain that hung around his neck dangled over you, swaying with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes dart to either side of you- to his arms that are planted on either side of your head. His biceps are large the muscles flexing. Tattoos litter his forearms and upper arms. You try to make a mental note to look at them later in more detail because you can hardly keep your eyes open- eventually losing the fight. Your eyes roll back as a loud moan falls from your lips as his cock continues to ruin your pussy.

He pushes himself up once more, leaning back to look down at your cunt. He growls under his breath when he sees the white ring of your arousal that is collecting at the base of his dick. He watches as he spears his thick dick into you. He thinks then that the sight of your cunt stretched open obscenely wide around his cock will forever be one of his favorite views.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you to meet every one of his harsh thrusts. It’s a force that has your bed creaking. You feel the warmth building in your lower abdomen, a white hot feeling expanding in the deepest parts of your cunt. Your moans only get louder and higher pitched, your hands reaching up to grope at your own tits.

When he sees this, his eyes “Nasty fuckin’ bitch…you’re close huh?” He says with a sadistic lilt to his voice. Hits one that has your eyebrows upturning into a desperate state, your head nodding, “Y-yes, fuck yes.” You whine out, your hips beginning to gyrate as he thrusts into you, never letting up.

He increases his pace. It’s a hot, sticky mess. You can hear it each time his balls slap against your ass. One hand removes itself from your hip, his fingers coming to play with your clit as he continues his brutal pace. He moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he feels you clench even harder around him.

“You gonna make a mess on my cock?” He asks, turning his head back down to look at you and your frantic nod. He watches as you try to speak but are cut off pathetically by your whines. “Do it, come on, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cum.” He says, his fingers working faster on your clit.

It doesn’t take long before you snap, letting out a high pitched, choked scream. You cum, and you cum hard. “Fuck! M’cumming….holy fuck!” You nearly screech, your back arching high off the bed, hips pushing down into him like you could never have him deep enough. He lets out a strangled moan as he feels you spasm around him, rocking his cock into you to allow you to ride out your orgasm.

When you come back to earth, he’s kissing around your face. “You okay? Did I break you?” He says, kissing the corner of your mouth. You giggle and reach up to hold his face, turning him to kiss you properly. “M’okay…was s’good.” You slur against his lips, still in the blissful aftermath of your orgasm.

He laughs “Well that’s good…” he says, it sounds like he’s going to say more but he doesn’t. He hums, pulling his still hard cock out of you. You shut your eyes and wince as he does, the emptiness feeling odd. When you open your eyes he’s sitting back on his heels, looking at his cock that was covered in your cum. You let out a soft whimper when you watch him begin to fist his dick, his wrist twisting up and down- using your cum and lube. “….because we’re not done.” He says, his eyes darting back to you, finally finishing his sentence.

Your eyes widen and you have no time to register before he’s manhandling you onto your hands and knees. His hand pressing your back into an arch.

He kneels behind you, his hands massaging the globes of your ass as he admires your position. One of his thumbs trail inwards, rubbing a light circle on your clit, it has you whining, jerking away from his touch. “‘M sensitive.” You plead, looking back at him over your shoulder.

“Oh I know..” he murmurs, his thumb repeating the motion, but this time you arch into his touch. He laughs, “but look, you’re still so needy…” he says tilting his head mockingly. He fists the base of his cock, rubbing it between your folds.

“All that time you spend dancing on me…grinding your ass back on me….” He lists, dragging his dick up and down, up and down, collecting your cum and arousal on the tip of his dick, “…what I was really thinking about was bending your over and fucking you from behind like the whore you are for me.” He growls, canting his hips forward in a brutal motions, sinking all the way into you.

You moan out into the pillow, eyes rolling back into your head. hands fisting the soft fabric, bunching it into your grip as if it will ground you.

His hips slam into you at a brutal pace, the backs of your thighs and his pelvis coated with your arousal. Every thrust makes a sticky sound and as he pulls back it connects your skin to his in white strings. You cry into the pillow, his cock stretching your pussy in ways you didn’t think was possible. “So fuckin messy..” he hisses, pulling you back on his cock to meet his thrusts.

He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach “F-fuck…o-oh my god…” you whine out, hands reaching back, trying to push on his stomach, it was so much. He scoffs at your weak attempt, the scoff turning into a groan as he feels your nails rake down his stomach. Even though you try to push him away, your cunt pulls him back in a vice like grip.

You moan into the pillow, arching your back further as incoherent babbles of ‘more’ and ‘please’ fall from your lips, your hands still pushing him away in a conflicting battle. He was really fucking you stupid.

He grips both your wrists, crossing your arms behind your back and keeping them pinned there with one hand. He pulls you up, your shoulder blades touching his bare chest. His other hand comes up to grip your throat.

As he hooks his chin over your shoulder, he thrusts once more into your cunt, balls slapping against the plush of your ass before he stills, beginning to roll his hips in a slow, a deep grind. Your breath hitches, truly feeling all of him inside you.

“Look at that…..” He says his breath tickling your ear. “Taking all of me so well…” He says, squeezing your throat just a bit harder. “Every. Fuckin. Inch.” He growls out, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips, bullying his cock even deeper into you.

“N-Nam-Gyu…h-holy shit.” You cry out, grinding your hips back into him, wanting more. He laughs at your desperation. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you….” He rasps. “Be inside this tight cunt..” He tightens his grip on your throat, just enough to cut off a bit of air.

You clench around him, the feeling cutting off his words. He falters, pulling you into him with a whine of his own. “Fucking Christ, you’re gonna kill me pretty girl…” he says, his lips attacking your neck, his hips resuming their movement.

He fucks up into you, your cunt making wet squelching sounds with each thrust. You can feel him moan and pant against your neck as his lips kiss along your jugular. His hand releases your neck and the other one, your wrists. His hands come up under your arms to run up your stomach and to your breasts.

His nose runs along your neck as he continues to fuck you. Every breath he takes, every groan that falls from his lips is right next to your ear. His hair that falls from the small ponytail tickles your shoulders. “I can feel you creamin’ all over me….so fucking wet.” He growls, his hands gripping at your tits, massaging the flesh as he continues to ruin your cunt.

It was all so, so, so much. It felt overwhelmingly good and his filthy praises only helped to make it so much better. Choked out whines and moans fall from your lips, you’re sure you’re drooling too. “All f’me huh?” He asks. You can’t even respond as his cock keeps hitting the soft spongy spot inside of your cunt that has you seeing stars.

He laughs at the lack of your response, his hands dropping your breasts and pushing you back down into the pillows by your waist. One of his hands immediately finds itself running up the back of your neck and entangling itself into a tight fist in your hair- shoving your face into the pillows as he slams his cock into you. “Awh c‘mon now…” he mocks, “I’ve hardly started and you’re already fucked stupid.” He says, his eyes trained on the way you throw your ass back to his pelvis in time with his thrusts.

He suddenly pulls out, one hand still in your hair- holding to cheek to the pillow, the other massaging the flesh of your ass. You whine at the loss of feeling, your cunt spasming around nothing desperately. “W-what…p-please!” You cry out, trying your best to turn to look at him.

He pouts, but it just as quickly turns into a wicked grin. “Thought I broke ya sweetheart. You couldn’t even answer me…not sure you can take it…” He teased, it’s evil, downright sadistic.

He removes his hand from your hair, sitting back on his heels. Both his hands are on your ass, squeezing and releasing the plush flesh before spreading you open to get a perfect view of your cunt. Red, puffy, and messy with arousal it’s a sight that makes his cock twitch.

“N-no! I can take it I swear!” You plead looking over your shoulder. You watch as he licks his lips while looking at your pussy then divert his gaze up to your face. “Then answer me.” He says demanding his answer.

Your lips part to answer but you’re cut off by his thumbs rubbing over the sides of your pussy, stopping at your clit to rub small circles, a moan coming out in place of an answer. “I guess I have to repeat myself…” he muses with a chuckle, “You’re this wet all for me, hm?” He repeats.

“Yes! All for you! F-fuck, s’all for you.” You whine, your hips pushing back into his hands. He laughs to himself, spreading your cunt wider, muttering an “I know.”, his smirk audible, before dipping his head lower and attaching his mouth to your cunt, tongue diving into your warm walls before removing itself to play with your clit.

Before you can even push your hips back he sits up, running one of his hands up the curve of your ass before resting on your hip. The other holds the base of his cock, running his weeping head along your pussy.

You arch your back further, trying to push yourself back into him. He sinks into you , but only a few inches before pulling out, repeating the motion a couple times as he watches your cunt hold the shape of his cock, stretched open, before clenching around nothing. “You want it so bad, huh?” He pouts in a condescending tone and you nod your head, whining each time his tip enters you, stretching you before pulling out.

“Please! Please! Oh my god, I need it.” You plead as he slowly sinks even more of his cock into you. It’s a slow pace, one that has you convulsing and mewling.

“I’ve dreamt of being in this sweet fucking cunt since I saw you….I’m going to make sure you feel every inch…” he says sinking into your weeping pussy just a bit more, “every vein,” he says pushing in even deeper, “going to ruin your cunt for anyone else who even thinks to try and get with you.” He growls out, sinking balls deep into you finally.

You grip the pillows, you’re sure you probably ripped the fabric. You cry out a wanton moan feeling so entirely full. His thrusts are brutal and he’s relentless.

When his hand reaches around and begins to play with your clit you can’t help but to desperately throw your hips back in time with his thrust. His other hand removes itself from your hip. “Go on now…” he urges, watching how you keep up the movements he ceased, fucking yourself back on to him “That’s it….fuck!” He growls out, watching each time your ass connects with his pelvis.

You can feel yourself getting closer to your third orgasm of the night and the feeling is overwhelming. You keep crying out, your hips moving back on his in sloppy, jittery movements. You wanted to cum again so bad but you just couldn’t without him brutally thrusting into your cunt.

He seems to realize this and he chuckles darkly, he replaces his one hand on your hip, the other dancing along your clit in patterns that have your body jerking against him. “Wanna cum so bad don’t you…” he coos, leaning over you, his hips beginning to rock softly into you.

You cry out, nodding into the pillows. “Poor thing….”, he chides, “can’t do it without me helping you, huh?” He says, his breath fanning over the back of your neck, lips dancing along the shell of your ear.

“P-please.” You whimpered out, trying to turn your neck to look at him. He smiles, your begging only spurring him on to increase the force of his thrusts. They become hard and slow, dragging the length of his cock slowly out of your cunt with a moan of his own. “F-fuck…please! N-nam-Guy, p-please!” You cry out.

That seems to do the trick. The wanton plan of your name has him groaning and sitting back up from hovering over you. His hips drive into you at a force that has you surging forward and your eyes rolling back.

You can hear the filthy squelching sound of your pussy each time he bullies his cock into your tight entrance. His fingers that were on your clit messily dragging your arousal around. “Come on princess. I can feel you squeezing me, need to feel you cum again.” He growls through gritted teeth.

All you can do is nod and cry, your orgasm creeping up over you in a large tidal wave that you have no hope of fighting off. When his cock starts to hammer the spot inside you that has you choking out a cry of his name, his fingers rapidly drawing circles on your clit, you break.

You cum with a loud moan of his name, your cunt spasming around him so tightly that he is hurled towards his own orgasm without warning. He lets out a gasping moan of your name, driving his hips into yours with one final thrust and cumming deep inside you.

The force of your own orgasm has you shaking around him, clear liquid evidence of your orgasm is forced out of you, coating his cock and pelvis with your cum.

He lets our strangled breaths as you milk his cock for everything he had, his hips rolling into yours softly as you both ride out your highs.

You feel so good but so weak, you’re sure you would have collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap if it wasn’t for his arm around your midsection keeping you up.

You sigh as you feel him lean down and place kisses up your spine and up the back of your neck. “Did so good f’me.” He mumbles breathlessly against the back of your ear. “Mhm..” you whine in response, shivering against him.

He slowly pulls out of you, his arm staying wrapped under you to keep upright. You nearly sob at the feeling of his cock pulling out of your pussy and his cum that drips out of your red and puffy cunt.

You hear him hiss, watching it. He’s addicted. His fingers lift up, catching the trail of his cum drilling out of your cunt that threatens to drop to your sheets. Smearing it around your pussy, his fingers dipping in to your entrance to fuck the rest of it back into you with a few slow pumps.

You whine, so utterly overstimulated. He shushes you, “I know, sweet thing..”, he says pulling his fingers from you and leaning into place a kiss on your clit. “Couldn’t let you be so wasteful…” he murmurs against your pussy before pulling back.

He sits back up, leaning over you. “I’m gonna help you turn around okay?” He says softly, you nod weakly in response. He carefully pulls you onto your back and laying you down on the bed. You don’t even realize he departed from the bed and went to the bathroom for a towel before he’s wiping you both down, discarding the towel and returning back to the bed near to you.

“I really did a number on ya, huh?” He says, his elbow propped up on the pillow and his chin on his palm. You’re lying on your back, still haven’t moved from where he left you. You narrow your eyebrows and pout, a fake scowl. He laughs at your pathetic attempt at seeming mad, your laugh soon echoing his and it has his chest swelling with an electric warmth.

“Yeah ya did.” You admit shamelessly, turning on your side towards him looking up at him. He laughs, “Oh, I know.” He says proudly, making you laugh again. He throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you next to him.

He kisses your forehead, the arm around your shoulder pulling you closer. “I waited way too long for that.” You say, your head moving to rest on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat. It’s cute the way you hear it speed up when you nuzzle your head on his chest and begin to draw light patterns on his stomach.

He chuckles in response, “Well I suppose third times a charm.” He says, reaching down to pull the blankets that were piled up on the edge of your bed over the two of you- no way we’re both of yall getting up to get under the sheets and comforter.

You look up at him from your spot on his chest, a smile on your face. “And you’re staying the night? Oh what a gentleman.” You joke, cuddling closer into him. “Uh yeah…duh.” He says in a teasing tone, squeezing you into him, “and tomorrow, if you let me, I’d like to take you out to breakfast….or lunch…whenever we get up.” He says, with a small laugh, his arm now beginning to trace light shapes on your arm.

“Y-yeah I’d like that.” You say, you can’t even hide the smile in your words. “Good, now get some sleep. You’ll need it you’ll be sore in the morning.” You hit his chest at his words and he laughs, wrapping his other arm around you to cage you into him. He begins to pepper kisses along the top of your head and down to your face causing you to giggle. And he swears that’s your laugh is a sound he will never get tired of hearing.

Needless to say, you went to bed excited to see where you two went for food and what the future held for this odd partnership that was, very thankfully, catapulted into your life.

Thank you guys for all the support during this series. It is unbelievable how much love this got! I'm so excited to continue writing! I have a lot of ideas and things in the works and am so so so excited to share them with you all!!! my inbox is open for requests for one-shots or drabbles! much love <3 kiwi

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mellowwillowy · 10 months ago

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You really shouldn't have shrugged your husband of convenience like that when he hinted to you about sex.

Yan! Drug Lord Husband x GN M! Spouse (Non-con/Dub-con/con?; asphyxiation)

He really had reached his limit; putting up with your distant self who was only all about framed perfection but never the household's perfection.

It was a marriage arranged by convenience, per se. As the next heir of a crook, you possessed wealth, intelligence, and relation to match his, the drug lord and one of the nation's biggest threats.

What he expected was not something as cold as this when he first saw you. A well-bred heir, growing up in opulence unlike him, a stray mutt who grew up in poverty. Unlike you who was sheltered by the crook of your parent, he was orphaned without a name to remember.

The two of you were different right from the inside to the outside. So it was only natural that he expected the marriage's life to be hollow from any connection.

And not miserable.

Kaspar was a man of avarice himself despite embodying the sin of a glutton, alas his little heart, his little inner child couldn't help but yearn for a sliver of your warmth.

To feel the warmth of your body colliding with his, not out of scheduled marital duty but out of urge and yearning. To chat with you about the weather on the dining table instead of relaying what your parent had asked you to relay to him.

And to hear you reassure his little heart just for once that he had long grown up as a fine man and not a stray mutt.

You had accidentally read his diary, so why, instead of a face flashing in pity, did you show him a face of indifference? You apologized curtly after you were caught reading it, and left without saying anything more. Not a touch or reassurance nor a glance.

That very night too he decided to test your conscience. A shake by your shoulder, a whisper above your ear. The two of you rarely sleep together, let alone perform marital duties.

But instead of giving him the illusion of pity from your conscience, your scrunched-up brows and elbow had snapped his consciousness into half.

He had always been the gentleman to you so naturally you were surprised when something akin to a beast strangled you as he had his way with you, rough and merciless.

Just like the stray mutt he was, forced to bear its canines and defraud for survival. You had always been the sheltered dog despite the life you lived in. You had seen a fair share of beasts in the underground world.

But what you had never expected was to have a beast have its way with you.

Black dots started to cloud your vision as you failed to catch even just a breath. The pressure around your neck had you coughed up in pain as your hole was stretched without any proper lube.

Yet oddly enough, you find this enjoyable.

Being the sheltered dog you were, you craved for something indescribable. Something you had never felt. And you knew what it was. Pain. Horror. Fear.

All three surged into you tonight, your eyes rolling behind out of suffocation and pleasure, your sex made it evident to him which earned a husky chuckle from his lip.

"You should have just told me you enjoyed being abused like this early on, love. That way, I wouldn't have to fuck you to boredom all this time."

Yes. You knew deep down what you were. The heir who gets off from pain, evident when the bullet was shot into your limb that one time.

The moment you read his diary was the moment you shuddered in expectation. A stray who had to fight for survival, surely he knew his way around digging his canines into his enemies instead of just ordering his men around right?

You wrapped your arms around him for the first time, and with a hoarse gasped voice, you pleaded, "Do me how exactly I like it, my love!"

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CW: so much actually, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, laced drugs lead to overdose, non con/dub con smut. MDNI. 3.6K Words.

The couple had only been there two days and Ember had noticed a lot of bizarre behavior from Arthur and Cain.

Ember stayed inside the room that Cain had given them, and she hadn’t left it without Arthur. Cain’s penthouse was large, so Ember worried she’d get lost and that something might happen to her.

The odd behavior keeping her in the room was vague, but she felt as if they were energized at strange times. Other times, Arthur would be more sleepy but it just wasn’t right.

Besides that, she also noticed that Arthur’s pupils would often be dilated and he looked more tired than before.

She didn’t want to assume anything, but it made her nervous. So, she stayed in their room, reading through a book.

Ember was in the middle of a sentence when she heard the door opening.

She sat up in bed, noticing how dark it was outside, and seeing Arthur coming into the light, “Apollo… where were you?”

The man closed the door behind him and walked further into the room towards the bed.

His blonde hair was a mess, his pupils dilated, and a tired hollowness in his pale skin, “I was talking to Cain about rent.”

“What do you mean?” Ember’s eyebrows furrowed together, but she reached up to touch Arthur’s thinning cheeks, “how much does he want to charge?”

“Well, he doesn’t want to charge me any money, but I used to buy pot from him when we had just gotten out of high school and well… That left me with a pretty big debt to him so he says he has to charge us something.”

“So if he doesn’t want to charge any money, how are you going to pay him?” Ember pulled her hands away, feeling her heart beginning to race inside her chest.

“Why don’t you spend some time alone with Cain?” Arthur’s voice was so casual, but his pupils were dilated and his eyes… they were so different since the fire, “he wants to get to know you.”

Shock fell over Ember suddenly, feeling as if she was having an ice bucket thrown over her head, “I’ll spend time with him and get to know him, but I’m not sleeping with him and I want to know that you’re okay with us being alone.”

His eyes widened slightly, then his eyebrows furrowed, his hands moved up to her soft face and stopped on her cheeks, “I’m doing this because I have no other choice. I wouldn’t want you alone with him under normal conditions.”

“Have you fallen out of love with me?” Ember asked in a voice so broken, her breath shaky as she looked into Arthur’s eyes, “have you, Apollo?”

He kissed her without thinking, holding her face and searing his burning desire for her onto her lips, “never, Calliope. I need you to do this. You don’t know who Cain Rey is, you don’t know what he’s capable of. We’re at his mercy.”

She nodded her head and looked up on his face, noticing that the red dot was beginning to fade slowly, “I’m not sleeping with him, but I’ll spend time with him.”

With that, Ember got off the bed quickly and started to get dressed. She was wearing her pj’s and she wanted to be decent, but Arthur grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Your pj’s are probably the best. If Cain asks to fuck you, I’m giving you permission to have sex with him,” the man said it plainly, then added, “more like I’m begging you to go along with whatever he does. That man will hurt us if we step out of line. So if he asks, give it to him.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Ember pulled her hand away in a panic, walking away from Arthur entirely, “I am not going out there to sleep with him! What is wrong with you? I’m not a whore for you to pimp out.”

“I know you’re not! I’m trying to tell you that I don’t want this, but this is what we have to do,” he replied heatedly, going towards the room’s vanity, collecting paper’s off it, “here. I have his STD/STI results. He tested this morning.”

Ember took the papers in her hands, she barely glanced at the name of Cain Rey and started to tear the papers to shreds, “fuck you.”

Arthur sighed in irritation, “fuck me. It’s always fuck me isn’t it? What the fuck do you want me to do? I don’t have anything anymore. I’m asking you to do one thing for me so I can keep us here and so that we won’t die, and you can’t do that!”

“Fuck you,” Ember replied again, her eyes were swelling with tears, but she sat on the floor staring up at Apollo.

He knelt down so that he was still above her, and Arthur grabbed her by the waist to pull her in for another kiss, “I love you, Calliope… We have to pay Cain in someway.”

She was broken down by the moment and wanted to just return to loving Arthur.

So, Ember closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. She sunk into it, and when she swam up, she walked to the door, “I love you, Apollo.”

When she stepped out of the bedroom, she came down a long corridor to return to the living area.

She tiptoed past so many different doors, passing Dandelion as the woman disappeared into the darkness and as Ember entered the light in the living area.

Immediately, she thought it was bizarre that Cain had turned the lights on. Ember had seen him and Arthur smoking pot for hours in the dark living area, but now that Ember was coming out scantly clad the lights were on.

Besides that, though, Cain wanted to seduce her and he felt the best way was to make sure she was comfortable. He noticed that Ember wasn’t as trusting in the dark, and for sex, he needed her relaxed so he made sure she could see him.

Cain stood up from the couch to greet Ember. He was a handsome man, there wasn’t any denying that, but there was something so dark and scary about him, “Ember… thank you for joining me.”

She knew none of this was right, but she tried to study Cain more in that moment. Ember felt the serious urgency of Arthur’s panic earlier, so she looked into the man’s deep blue eyes for an answer, “of course.”

Cain smiled at the girl. His eyes ran over her curvy figure with lust, but his smile still seemed sweet, “come sit with me, Ember.”

Her night gown was short, just barely covering her beautiful ass, and her breasts were pressed tight to the top. Hearing her name, she moved to his side on the couch.

His arm was on the back of the couch, and Ember sat a foot or two away, “you’re gorgeous, Ember. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, lately…”

She dropped her green eyes to look down at her hands, then she ran her eyes from his feet up to his face, “this isn’t fair to Arthur.”

He was wearing an unbuckled, unzipped pair of business pants, and his bulge was showing. He wore no shirt, each muscle on display in the lit room, his cross necklace still around his neck.

“Look at me,” Cain’s voice broke out, and when Ember met his eyes she noticed how handsome his confident face truly was, “if I lived my life thinking about what’s fair for other people, I’d be nowhere.”

His brown hair was a mess, but it looked so natural, effortless. His deep blue eyes were whirlpools to Hell, where sin was necessary for survival.

Arthur Marlowe was right, Cain Rey was terrifying.

In that moment, Ember felt this:

Almost like I was hypnotized, but he didn’t do anything except look me in the eye. It was so bizarre.

He moved closer to the woman, and she stayed in place staring up at his eyes. His fingers touched her arm and then moved down to her waist, “I know that you want me, Ember.”

“How do you know?” Her question was serious, but her green eyes followed his deep blue eyes as he drew her even closer to him, “I haven’t thought about you in that way.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you in that way, so I know,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, parting her mouth with his tongue, then continuing to speak, “you won’t regret this.”

We could just have fun, we’re only young ones…

She didn’t feel as if she had any control, she felt as if she was floating out to sea. Her hands reached up to touch his arms as his hands pinned her down to the couch.

Cain’s lips went from her neck down to her breasts, his hands pulled her night gown up, and groped her ass tightly, “your body is beautiful.”

“I know,” Ember’s reply was nonchalant, and Cain found it coy, so he laughed.

“Want to smoke some pot so you can relax into sex?” the man asked her, pulling her night gown off over her head.

She nodded her head, and covered her breasts from the man, “yes please.”

“Don’t hide them, they’re gorgeous and I want to be able to stare at them,” Cain commented, but he got off the couch and went to the kitchen, grabbing a blunt.

He lit the blunt and walked over to Ember as he took a hit, noticing the girl was still covering herself, he spoke with a chuckle, “what did I say? Show them off, Ember.”

She looked him in the eye as he spoke, and she felt the trance like feeling come over her as her hands fell to her sides. Ember stared up at him, reaching up for the blunt, “not fair for you to hit it by yourself.”

Cain agreed and gave it to her. While she smoked, the man took her panties off, smelling her scent and smiling, “you even smell amazing.”

Ember took one hit, and as she inhaled the smoke she noticed that Cain was stuffing her thong in his pocket. When she exhaled, he spread her legs open and went directly to her clit, sucking on it with hunger.

The 19 year old closed her eyes, dissolving into the feelings for a second and moaning.

When she caught herself enjoying his mouth, she took another hit of the blunt. During the inhale, Ember felt Cain reaching between them, and pulling out his ten inch cock. As she exhaled, she felt his tip pressing against her opening.

Cain chuckled as he looked at her, “you relaxed enough to take such a big cock? Your pussy looks so small…”

“Lube, maybe, but I’ll take another hit,” Ember started to inhale, but she felt as if the first hit was catching up to her now… and something was wrong.

She didn’t mention anything, immediately, and Cain slid his cock in as she moaned slightly, still inhaling smoke. Ember realized the room was starting to spin, so she started exhaling the weed, “this weed is strong.”

“Yeah,” Cain replied, but he was moving his cock faster. The thrusts were hard and ruthless, as his hungry eyes looked down at the girl, “you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever been in.”

The world kept spinning, a feeling of nausea coming over Ember, followed by patchiness in her vision. She blinked repeatedly, but the black dots were quickly filling her vision, “Cain, what’s happening?”

“We’re fucking,” he responded as he continued, not noticing the girl’s panic or deteriorating state.

You know you can’t leave now.

Her heart beat was racing out of control, and her vision blackening as she cried out, “Arthur!”

…

When the paramedics arrived, it was a team of three men.

Arthur and Cain recognized two of the men as friends from school, but Arthur was too stressed by Ember’s overdosing state to acknowledge them just yet, instead saying, “she used too much heroin, she won’t respond to us.”

Even in a moment where honesty was needed, Arthur refused to get himself in trouble. He led the paramedics to Ember.

She was laying unconscious on the floor in the living room. At first, the school friends of Arthur didn’t move, but the third paramedic was in charge of the call.

When everyone froze, the unknown medic went to her side to administer aide.

The man had black hair with blue eyes, and was the one in charge of the call, asking Arthur more questions as he started to administer the Narcan on Ember, “how long has she been unconscious like this?”

Arthur was about to answer, but Cain interrupted him, “we don’t know. We weren’t here. We don’t do drugs.”

The medic looked up from the woman for a second, looking at the four high school friends as they pathetically attempted to show the united front of a gang. Cain was their ring leader, but the medic wasn’t afraid.

“I don’t care what you do. I’m only here to take care of her and ensure she gets medical treatment. What’s her name?” the medic started checking all her vitals.

The men stupidly waited for Cain to respond, but he didn’t, so Arthur spoke up, “her name is Ember Conrad. Who are you?”

At hearing the name “Conrad”, the man’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn’t turn his attention away from the girl as he responded, “Beau Emerson. Where is she from?”

“Uh… the last place she said she lived was Sunwoods,” Arthur responded, then caught himself and said, “wait a minute, why is that relevant?”

Beau nodded his head of dark hair, “okay, I’m assuming you’ll be honest on the stand if something happens to her. Why not be honest now so I can actually help her? How long was she unconscious for before you called the paramedics?”

Arthur kept his mouth shut.

Beau just let out an annoyed chuckle, and started to report in great detail on the woman’s condition to their dispatcher, “lot of cyanosis, around her mouth, fingers, some on arms.”

“Her pulse is low, and she is in a comatose state. Initial dosage of Narcan deployed. No aide from the men that drugged her, so I can’t give her another dose of Narcan yet.”

“Beau, are you and the guys going to take her to a hospital?” the dispatch radio chirped back, startling the other two medics as their radios began to buzz.

“You can’t do that without my permission! She’s my wife,” Arthur’s protests were loud enough that Beau’s radio picked it up.

Beau shook his head, and started doing chest compressions on the girl, desperately trying to get her heart rate up as he noticed it was decreasing even more, “heart rate falling, doing chest compressions. Would love to take her to the hospital but… you heard.”

The other medics answered their radios to two different screaming dispatchers, both angry about the absence of information from the men, suggesting they were trying to keep something quiet from dispatch or police.

“Why the hell is Beau the only one reporting anything about this woman?” and “Are you two not even asking the witnesses for more information?” were two of the many questions the angry dispatchers were asking.

The world went quiet for Beau as the woman’s eyes fluttered open.

Ember’s green eyes met those of the blue eyed paramedic, and she tried to move off the ground.

Seeing that she was struggling, the paramedic lifted her, and sat her on the couch, kneeling at her feet and looking up at her, “hi, I’m Beau Emerson. These guys called us because you were overdosing on heroin. How do you feel right now?”

Ember looked up at Beau, recognizing him as the hard working paramedic from the fire, but the man was displeased to see how small her pupils were. She muttered with a trembling voice, “heroin…”

Arthur came to her side, pulling Ember into his arms so the girl would be trapped, and he spoke her, “she looks fine again, I think your help is no longer needed.”

“What’s your name, ma’am?” the man’s blue eyes were still watching the woman, especially now that she was under the grasp of Arthur.

“Ember Conrad,” the girl mumbled loud enough for Beau to hear.

“Do you want me to take you to the hospital, Miss Conrad?” the paramedic asked her, trying to make eye contact with her.

“She doesn’t,” Arthur responded quickly, kissing Ember’s head, “She has a lot of medical anxiety and you’re making it worse.”

The girl knew she should stand up for herself, but she feared that the love she had for Arthur was toxic and that neither of them could ever change anything about it.

Ember was caught in the promises he made when they were just naked lovers covered in paint in his studio. Even now, she could see that the world had changed so much, but… she didn’t want to leave yet another man.

“No hospital…” she trailed off, her eyes not even able to really focus.

Beau sighed, and looked around at the men, then turning his attention back to the girl, “absolutely positive, Miss Conrad? Just got to tell me yes, and I’ll take you there.”

Ember appreciated the man’s kindness, but she thought there wasn’t much left to live for these days anyway, “I’m okay, sir… thank you for helping me.”

The man stood up, gathering his things to leave. As he walked out, he told dispatch, “leaving scene. Patient woke up and denied hospital transportation, might have to do with patient’s husband denying it for her first.”

The other two medics left the scene shortly after, bro-hugging Arthur and Cain before they left.

…

When Beau Emerson got off work, he got a call from a number he didn’t recognize. He stared at the screen for a minute before he answered the call, “hello?”

The voice of his older brother came out the other line, “Beau, it’s Lael. Are you still in Carcos?”

“Yup. Hold on,” he started turning his car on, and connected Lael to his speakers. He took his car out of park, driving as he spoke, “what do you need?”

“Beau… Stop treating me like I’m your enemy. What are you doing in Carcos?” Lael’s voice was tired, strained.

Tell me how the fuck you feel, I know you ain’t the type to heal.

“I’m a paramedic. Saving lives. Last call I had lead to me meeting Ember Conrad… from Sunwoods,” Beau’s voice was raised a bit, as he tried preventing memories from coming back, “what the fuck is a Conrad doing out here?”

“Same thing we are: hiding. Just leave her alone, she’s been through a lot,” Lael sounded defensive, less concerned with his brother’s mental state.

The younger brother scoffed, nodding his head as he made a turn, “I figured she was traumatized. She saw me kill Jasper.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“100%. It was her out there with Jasper the night that I killed him,” Beau answered, tracing his memories back to that night.

He stood in the darkness and he watched Ember come out to check on Jasper, followed by her sweet voice, “please, leave him alone.”

Then Jasper spoke, and Beau felt hatred when he heard the man speak so all he heard was Jasper call him a coward.

That was enough to pull the trigger, over and over into the man.

Even as the poor, gorgeous girl screamed and cried, Beau didn’t stop until the gun’s clip was completely unloaded. He tossed the gun aside and left in the dark, but he never stopped hearing those devastated screams.

In his nightmares, even now, he remembered how she screamed.

“Beau!” Lael’s voice called him out of the immersion, “you need to leave Carcos. If she recognizes you for killing Jasper, I’m positive she’ll call the Feds.”

“Do you know the girl?” Beau asked, his mind beginning to wander again to the sound of her voice begging for Jasper’s life, “I can’t stop thinking about her, Lael.”

“Well, stop. I know that she was pregnant with Jasper’s kid. You made her miscarry. When she finds out you killed him, she’ll think you’re a criminal,” Lael explained in a firm tone.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll head west, then… Get some West Coast waves under my toes,” Beau thought out loud, his mind fixing on the image of Mableshore, a town a few miles south of Laguna Hills.

He knew he’d be happier surfing out there, with their beach being a perfect place for the water sport.

It was quiet and Ember Conrad wasn’t there to tempt him.

omfggg... so maybe might be able to tell by the way I worded the poll that I will stand for no Beau slander in this house.

So, Beau is actually the first character I ever came up with from this story. My poems about this very specific "blue-eyed boy" go back as early as 2015.

This is NOT his formal intro, but I just...

I'm so excited to share him with everyone.

SONG REFERENCES

Boris by Lo-Fang

I Know You by Steinza, Matt Maeson

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proceduralpassion · 1 year ago

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The Oil Has Run Thin

Day 7 of Narcoctober- Make something centered around non-death dark topics (we have a specific death day already). Morally or emotionally dark topics/themes.

Characters: Walt Breslin x OC (Soraya Turner); platonic but could be more 👀

CW: drugs/intoxication/hallucinations

WC: 884

A/N: Something smol for the Walt girlies, y'know?

Was it a knock that had woken her? Or was it the screaming? So loud. Incessant shrieking. Soraya opens her eyes and they bounce around the room, looking for the source of those horrible shrieks.

When her vision focuses, she realizes that she’s in a hospital room. Pain ricochets throughout her head as she thrashes around. Her arms and legs are sore and she finds that she’s restrained when she looks down at herself. There are scratch marks on her hands and clots of dried blood are lodged beneath her fingernails.

There’s no one else in the room with her at the moment, but a flash of movement at the door garners her attention. It’s her partner, Walt. They’ve been partners ever since they were given their assignment in Mexico together. A kinship had arisen between the two of them, and it feels sudden how they’ve gone from complete strangers to people who’d take bullets for each other.

Her mind is rattling around with so many thoughts, so many questions. She’s able to see through the fog for a second and see the crushed look on Walt’s face. Why did he look so broken?

It hurts her. Her heart feels cracked because she’s never seen him so shattered before. They’ve seen a lot of each other. Frustration. Anger. And yes, even sadness. But this is utter misery painted on her partner’s face right now and she can even see the fear that he lets through. Usually, she can tell when he’s scared because he has intricate little tells like a twitching of his fingers or the inability to sit down. But that’s because he hides it and hides it well. To anyone on the outside looking in, he seems impatient and maybe even pissed off, but Soraya’s always been able to differentiate when he’s scared because of how much effort he puts into making it not look like so.

But he’s terrified right now as he looks at her and she doesn’t know why.

She doesn’t know a lot of things. She’s not sure she even knows why she’s in the hospital, much less restrained.

Her whole body’s in pain and she can barely focus, but that’s not giving her any answers right now.

Walt, himself, was still trying to come to terms with what happened. He’d been on coms the entire time during the undercover sting. The work the two of you had put in was mostly paper trails and listening to tapes, but you two were also dedicated to chasing down any and every lead possible. When you get the tip on a new low level runner within the Guadalajara cartel, you take the opportunity to create a sting and get him on charges. The hope was to get him a lighter sentence in exchange for more intel that would help them catch and fry the bigger fish.

It all happened so fast. Too fast for Walt to even realize what was happening. He’s not even sure what happens in the short time it takes for him to realize that he’s lost comms with her. As he waits for news on his partner, he reflects and tries to think back to how he missed it. How her cover was blown. When exactly it was blown. What had happened to her in the time between when her comms went out and when he was picking her up bridal style and rushing for an ambulance.

“The cocaine was laced,” the doctor explains, “We’ve got to run more tests to get a better idea of what exactly is causing her symptoms. Until then, she needs to be in restraints. For her own safety.”

In the ambulance, Soraya had started clawing at her arms, frantically screaming that there was a chip inside and that the mad men were out to get her.”

Her eyes were like pinballs in an arcade game, dotting everywhere with an unfocused gaze. She wasn’t making any sense as Walt held her arms and it was like she wasn’t even aware of her surroundings.

The doctor had gone to go check on Soraya and let Walt know whether he could see her or not. As he waited, he rubbed his forehead continually before wringing his hands and pacing the floors. He was infuriated. At their perp, who was now in the wind. At himself, even more so. His plans were always failure after failure and now they had gotten someone he cared about in a dire situation.

When the doctor gives him the go ahead, Walt knocks on her door, although he’s sure that she probably doesn’t hear it. He walks in and is stuck to his feet at the sight of her.

He did this.

The restraints.

The deep scratches on your arm.

The crazed and scared look on your face.

Your eyes meet him and for a second, Walt thinks she recognizes him.

But then, she’s back to wracking her body and scanning the room, looking for something, even as Walt rushes over, trying to calm her.

Soraya looks at him again, fear and inquiry coloring her features, “What is that?! Who is that screaming?!”

Walt’s breath catches in his throat as he continues stroking her arm in what he hopes is comforting.

“It’s you, Soraya.”

A/N: Def plan on writing more for them at some point, kinduva obsessed with them idk Click here if you wanna be added to my taglist. Taglist: @asirensrage @ashlingnarcos @narcosfandomdiscord @drabbles-mc

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Introduction

Ron Kilgarlin, CEO of American Screening Corporation (ASC), proudly introduces ASC University, a groundbreaking training platform designed to transform drug and alcohol collection education. This state-of-the-art learning hub caters to professionals in both DOT-regulated and non-regulated workplaces, offering a comprehensive range of courses aimed at enhancing skills, ensuring regulatory compliance, and fostering safer work environments. By combining industry expertise with cutting-edge technology, ASC University sets a new standard for professional training in this critical field.

ASC University provides participants with access to a wide array of online courses and instructor-led programs, all tailored to meet the diverse needs of individuals and organizations. Whether you are a seasoned professional seeking certification to advance your career or a business striving for compliance excellence, ASC University delivers practical, accessible solutions to help you succeed. From mastering DOT regulations to honing specialized collection techniques, every course is designed to blend theoretical knowledge with real-world application, ensuring learners are well-prepared to meet workplace challenges.

More than just a training platform, ASC University represents a commitment to building safer, drug-free workplaces and communities. Supported by a team of seasoned industry experts, this innovative platform offers ongoing guidance and resources to ensure a seamless learning experience. By empowering professionals with high-quality education and organizations with customized training solutions, ASC University not only addresses today’s compliance needs but also fosters a culture of safety and excellence across industries.

Empowering Professionals Across Key DOT Agencies

ASC University proudly provides certified training programs tailored for the specific requirements of the following Department of Transportation (DOT) agencies:

FAA: Federal Aviation Administration

FRA: Federal Railroad Administration

FTA: Federal Transit Administration

FMCSA: Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration

PHMSA: Pipeline and Hazardous Materials Safety Administration

USCG: United States Coast Guard

Each program is carefully crafted to ensure compliance with federal standards while equipping professionals with the skills necessary for success in safety-critical industries.

For aviation professionals regulated by the FAA, ASC University delivers training designed to uphold the highest safety standards for pilots, crew, and ground personnel. For those in the rail and transit sectors under FRA and FTA oversight, the programs address unique challenges such as maintaining safety in dynamic environments. Similarly, FMCSA training ensures that commercial drivers and their employers meet stringent drug and alcohol testing regulations, while PHMSA courses emphasize safety in handling hazardous materials. USCG-specific programs focus on the complexities of maritime operations, preparing professionals to navigate compliance and operational demands effectively.

By offering customized training for these DOT agencies, ASC University empowers participants to meet regulatory requirements and promote workplace safety. The platform combines theoretical education with practical skills, enabling individuals and organizations to implement effective testing programs and maintain compliance. With expert support and accessible learning options, ASC University ensures that professionals across industries are well-equipped to contribute to a culture of safety and excellence.

Backed by Industry Experts: A Learning Experience Like No Other

At ASC University, your success is at the heart of everything we do. This is why the platform is bolstered by a team of seasoned industry professionals who bring years of real-world expertise and regulatory knowledge to the table. Our Expert Support Desk is a cornerstone of the ASC University experience, offering participants direct access to guidance and insights whenever they need assistance.

Whether you’re navigating the complexities of DOT certification requirements, tackling challenging concepts, or honing advanced skills, our expert team is here to support you every step of the way. This hands-on, personalized approach ensures a seamless learning journey, empowering participants to achieve their goals with confidence and clarity.

What truly sets ASC University apart is this commitment to providing not just training, but an experience rooted in expertise and understanding. By combining industry-specific knowledge with responsive, real-time support, ASC University fosters an environment where learners feel empowered, equipped, and inspired to excel in their professional roles.

Comprehensive Training Programs

ASC University offers a diverse and comprehensive catalog of courses meticulously crafted to address the specific needs of professionals across various industries. Whether you’re seeking DOT-compliant training, non-DOT qualifications, or specialized skills to excel in your field, ASC University has programs tailored to your needs. These courses are designed to provide participants with both theoretical knowledge and practical expertise, ensuring they are prepared for the complexities of real-world challenges.

DOT-Qualified Courses

ASC University provides industry-leading training for professionals working in DOT-regulated environments, including:

Breath Alcohol Technician (BAT) Training — Equip yourself with the skills needed to conduct breath alcohol tests in compliance with DOT standards.

Collector Certification Course (DOT Qualified) — Learn best practices for drug test collections while adhering to DOT protocols.

Designated Employer Representative (DER) Training (DOT Qualified) — Master the responsibilities of managing workplace testing programs within DOT-regulated industries.

Reasonable Suspicion Training for Supervisors (DOT Qualified) — Train supervisors to identify and act appropriately on signs of drug or alcohol misuse.

Non-DOT-Qualified Courses

For professionals outside DOT-regulated industries, ASC University offers equally rigorous programs, including:

Collector Certification Course (Non-DOT Qualified) — Gain expertise in conducting drug and alcohol collections for non-regulated workplaces.

Non-DOT DER Training — Manage testing programs tailored to your organization’s unique requirements.

Reasonable Suspicion/Cause Training for Non-DOT Supervisors — Empower supervisors to maintain workplace safety through effective identification of substance misuse.

Specialized Courses

These courses are tailored for specific roles and challenges in the field:

Conflict Mitigation Training for Drug Screening Professionals — Develop skills to handle sensitive situations with professionalism and empathy.

Consortium/Third Party Administrator (C/TPA) Basics Training — Learn the essentials of managing drug and alcohol testing programs as a third-party administrator.

Excelling as an MRO Assistant/Team Member — Understand the critical support roles in Medical Review Officer operations.

Advanced Training

For those looking to take their expertise to the next level, ASC University offers advanced certifications:

Train-the-Trainer: Qualified Trainer of Drug Test Collectors Certification — Become a certified trainer, empowering others to excel in drug test collections.

DER Training Addenda for FAA, FMCSA, FRA, FTA, PHMSA, and USCG — Dive deeper into agency-specific requirements for managing employer programs.

Each of these programs is delivered with precision, blending industry expertise with interactive learning approaches. ASC University’s commitment to excellence ensures participants are well-prepared to enhance their professional performance and contribute to safer, more compliant workplaces. Whether you’re an individual advancing your career or an organization investing in your team, ASC University offers the training solutions you need to succeed.

Why Choose ASC University?

When it comes to professional training, ASC University stands out as a premier choice for individuals and organizations seeking excellence in drug and alcohol testing education. With its comprehensive offerings and commitment to quality, ASC University provides a unique learning experience that equips participants with the knowledge and skills they need to excel. Here’s why ASC University is the go-to destination for professional training:

Immediate Access: Get started without delay. ASC University offers hassle-free enrollment, allowing participants to access professional certification and qualification programs quickly and efficiently. Whether you’re an individual or a business, you’ll find a streamlined process that gets you on the path to success.

Regulatory Compliance: Stay ahead of industry standards with training designed to meet and exceed DOT requirements for mandated drug and alcohol testing. ASC University ensures you or your team are fully prepared to maintain compliance with confidence.

Seamless Integration: Benefit from a user-friendly learning management system that simplifies every aspect of the training experience, from course registration to progress tracking and certification transfers.

Expert Instruction: Learn from seasoned professionals who bring real-world industry insights to every course. Their expertise ensures participants gain not just theoretical knowledge, but practical skills applicable to everyday challenges.

Tailored Training: Access a diverse range of programs designed to meet the unique needs of both DOT-regulated and non-regulated workplaces. Whether you need compliance-specific education or specialized skills, ASC University delivers the right training for your requirements.

Choosing ASC University means choosing a partner in professional growth and workplace safety. With its focus on accessibility, compliance, and expert-driven education, ASC University empowers you to achieve your goals and contribute to a safer, more compliant work environment.

Building Safer Workplaces and Communities

At ASC University, our mission extends far beyond providing professional training. We are deeply committed to fostering safer, drug-free workplaces and communities nationwide. By equipping professionals and organizations with cutting-edge education and resources, ASC University actively contributes to reducing workplace risks and promoting public safety. This commitment lies at the heart of every course and program we offer, ensuring that participants are not just meeting industry standards but are also playing a critical role in creating healthier, more secure environments.

How ASC University Makes a Difference

Compliance with Federal Regulations and Best Practices: ASC University’s training programs are meticulously designed to align with federal mandates, including DOT regulations. This ensures that individuals and organizations can confidently meet compliance requirements while implementing industry-leading practices.

Accessible, High-Quality Training: Through a flexible, user-friendly platform, ASC University provides access to top-tier training for professionals and businesses, regardless of location or schedule. Our blend of online and instructor-led courses ensures that learning is both effective and convenient.

Community of Skilled Professionals: By training and certifying individuals across various industries, ASC University is building a network of professionals dedicated to maintaining workplace safety and compliance. This growing community strengthens collective efforts to promote drug-free work environments and safeguard public well-being.

Through our comprehensive programs and unwavering dedication to excellence, ASC University empowers individuals and organizations to take proactive steps in creating safer workplaces and communities. Together, we can make a meaningful impact, one professional at a time.

Join the Movement for Excellence in Drug and Alcohol Testing

Are you ready to take your career to the next level while making a meaningful impact on workplace safety and community well-being? At ASC University, we provide the tools, knowledge, and certifications you need to excel in the dynamic field of drug and alcohol testing. Our comprehensive training programs are designed to equip professionals with the skills to meet regulatory standards, implement best practices, and foster safer, drug-free environments.

📌 Start your journey here: ASC University

Let ASC University empower you to achieve your professional aspirations while contributing to a larger mission of creating safer workplaces and communities. Together, we can make a lasting difference — one professional, one organization, and one community at a time. Join us today and become part of a growing movement dedicated to excellence in drug and alcohol testing.

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