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[moncheriesu]

Every day, I think. Should I talk to you first? I feel so foolish, still the same. What should I do? Is there something I could do?

dear jj,

I can still remember waking up to a notification from dc na you reached out to me sa discord kase you were asking for help on how to set up the servers. Hindi dapat ako magulat since I offered the help in the first place pero gulat ako kasi you 🫵🏻 actually reached out to me 😯👈🏻 ? That time, I don't actually know how to respond pero sabi ko I should keep my cool. Though deep inside, kinikilig na ako nang sobra juskooo HSHSHSHSHSHAH imagine naman waking up sa message ng crush mo and they want your help ??? I feel needed... 🥺 (HUEY!?)

Nung nakita ko na you were struggling to make the commands work don sa bot, I found it adorable 🥹 kita ko kasi na gustong-gusto mo na iplay yung song pero ayaw makinig ni Jockie sayo so I helped you na para makausad na tayo HAHAHAHA when the intro played I got chills. It felt na something blossomed in the air pero I am not able to pinpoint what it is pero basta, there's so much kilig! Nevertheless, I was enjoying the moment lang kasi nandon ka jsjsj ><

At the same time, I can't help but get anxious kasi alam ko na you just needed some help for the server and that's my only role kumbaga after that, you don't want me around anymore. That's why I was asking you if you could handle the server na and you can navigate things inside the server. I was overthinking it lang kasi that time kasi I was trying to protect my feelings lang from rejection or abandonment 😔

Despite that, I was grateful na you stayed the whole time so I didn't feel na parang pang temporary lang ako doon sa server hsjsjsjs you also assured me na you actually wanted me to be there ahhshshshs 🥺 that really means a lot to me :(( buti kamo nauna kilig ko nun or else, naging gripo na mata ko sa pagtulo ng loha ko ahshshhssjs si oa talaga.

I remember na that time was also holy week and di ako makauwi samin kasi mag duty na kami the next week so I felt a little lonely kasi solo lang ako here sa dorm. Siguro, ayaw lang ng universe na magstumble ulit ako sa depressive episodes ko ulit kaya the universe brought you to me. Well, I like to think it that way! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ Thanking the universe for saving me that night by sending you to me ><

After a long while, talking with you was one of the best and the happiest moments that happened in my year so far. Through that interaction, I got to know about you and learned things such as your favorite SVT songs/albums (or in general), how you got into stanning SVT, rpw journey mo, and a lot more. Naalala ko na how you were sorry for yapping pero I didn't mind and I genuinely want to listen on what you wanted to say. kahit maghapon pa dumaldal dyan, makikinig parin ako jsjsksjsksn SORRY down bad na sobra.

That night was very special to me and I will never forget it🥺 Even for a short while, you let me na makilala ka. Sana it wouldn't be our last and there's a lot of late night talks to come pa 👉🏻👈🏻

love,

Thank you, Javier. 💙

bebe (char)

[cixthotshit]

i keep thinking about the idea of jinyoung being really into edging and overstimulation he would be so into it and he’s edge his partner and then once they finally cum he’d overstimulate them <333 i need someone to write something for that

I didn't proofread this well. I literally read this, brainrotted, and wrote this when I finally had time. I hope this is what you wanted nonny 😭 tysm for the request. can't guarantee I can fulfill requests fast, but pls!! I don't mind answering hard or soft thoughts/asks. My asks are always open.

Reunion

Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]

18+ Only!!! Minors DNI!!!!! Fiction, not real!!

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/ PWP, Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Overstimulation, Edging, Fingering (F Receiving), Rough Sex, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Impact Play, Squirting

    The front door was unlocked. You roll your eyes, knowing full well it was your boyfriend’s carelessness. Kicking your shoes off, you slam the door shut. Clicking the locks into place, you’re assured that your home is secure.

    “BaeBae!” you shout. Running up the stairs, fingers gliding against the polished wooden railing as you hopped with every step. “How long have you been home?”

    His jet black shone, back facing you from the open balcony he stood on. The familiar broad shoulders, slim waist, perky ass. Your boyfriend’s beautiful body was covered, but the loose knit vest left openings on his arm holes to show off his perfect muscles.

    “I just arrived.” He turned around, standing up straight. Pouty lips, big round eyes. Perfectly sharp jawline. “Hi baby.”

    You rush into his arms. Not a word between you. His giant palms slip over your hips, eyes hooded as you lock gazes.

    He kisses you. So much deeper than he’s ever kissed you before. Your chest feels tight as he sucks the life out of you. Arms pressing you against him, sweet luscious lips firmly against yours.

    Your fingers curl, grasping the soft cotton of his top. His tongue is parting your lips and you breathe in the cool elevated air. He grunts - hips bucking against yours - when you give out an involuntary whine onto his tongue.

    Breaking the kiss, he has one hand on your chin before his forehead rests against yours. His concentrated stare - dark irises locked on you, pouty downward curved lips, stuns you. You’re at a loss for words or thought as you marvel at the beautiful Bae Jinyoung.

    Your Beautiful Bae Jinyoung.

    “You can’t be this cute when I just wanted to kiss you.” You shut your eyes, fire igniting up your chest as his fingertips trail down the front of your throat. “Do you remember the last time you kept making those noises?”

    His thumb presses at the center of your mouth. His eyes scan your face. Lips, nose, eyes, toward your ears and neck. Back to your lips. Thumb stroking across your bottom lip.

    You had a final morning together before departing for your separate jobs. Weeks ago. He’d pulled you into his arms and kissed you, body over yours.

    The more you tried to get air in to breathe, the harder he kissed. The harder he’d pushed his hips against you. All that was afforded to you was a quick 2 minute fuck.

    But now, you have all evening to be with him. To tease him. To fuck him.

    “I missed you BaeBae.” You suck on his thumb, shutting your eyes.

    “Fuck.” He barely breathes it out. “You’re asking for it.”

    His lips are over yours. The cold metal bars from the gate dig into your back as he presses his body up against you. You hum against his lips when his hand touches your neck, fingers caressing your skin.

    You lose sense of gravity as you yelp. BaeJin has you in his arms, carrying you bridal style back into the flat.

    You groan onto his tongue. His lips are devouring yours as he walks you to the bed, paying no mind to the wild winds slamming the French doors open, balcony curtains flapping loudly.

    “BaeBae.” His warmth is gone as he sets you down on the bed. The curves on his broad shoulders illuminate under the moonlight. Black hair contrasting his milky skin - creating a wavering halo over his head with the glow of the moon behind him. “I missed you. Missed your kisses. Your lovely voice. Your-”

    “-everything.” Hot breath against your lips, he kisses you aggressively. Tongue parting your mouth open. Hand between your legs, his grunts into your mouth before nipping your bottom lip. “I missed you too, babe.”

    His rash disrobing is matched by you. Your fingers unfastening the front zipper to his jeans. His hand up in the air with your panties intertwined between his fingers, other hand palming your tit. Long digits pressing against your sensitive nub.

    “I need you.” His tongue glides back and forth against the front of your throat, tips of his fingers pushing against the folds of your labia. “You’re mine.”

    “Always yours.”

    You gag, two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing against the center of your tongue. Shivers down your shoulder blades. Spine. Bursting heat deep in your core. Warm lips sucking your earlobe.

    “I missed you.” His soft whisper sends chills down your spine, deep into your core. “How much do you want me, babe?”

    “Don’t leave me, Bae.” Your fingers caress his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. Sweet moan into his lips as his strong thrust weighs down on you.

    “Why so formal? Am I just a hookup?”

    His body is gone. Cool air unleashing goosebumps all over your body.

    “BaeBae?” You stand on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His back facing you. “Babe? Did I upset you?”

    You yelp, his hands on your arms. You’re on your back, he’s over you. Lips crashing together, sucking air out of you.

    “Jinyoung! BaeBae! I want you, babe.” His chuckles against you burn you up, his kisses peppering across your chest, down to your tits. “You’re the one who treats me like a hookup. Like a whore.”

    “You like it.”

    Your moans shake the walls. His long fingers trace around your labia, tips drawing small circles into your pubes. Your pussy shakes, cunt growing wet. You want him to ruin your insides, grind on your clit.

    “BaeBae!” You cry. He’s sitting up. Hands pulling you up.

    You’re on your knees, hands planting against the pillows, legs spread out.

    “Need you.” His tip glides over your wet heat. You moan together as he pokes at your entrance. You whimper as his cock slides up against your slit, barely brushing over your throbbing clitoris. “All I think about - you, all day.”

    “BaeJin.” Your hips thrust back as his cock slides against you. You mewl as his tip prods at your cunt. “Jinyoung, I want you.”

    Your hip aches as his grip tightens, nails digging into your flesh. Cock pushing into you. Your parting lips ache, clit writhing as your hot slick pools toward it.

    Both hands on your hips he pounds your ass against his hips. Your insides are being pushed around, stomach full and warming up.

    “My fucking whore-so-fucking-hot.” His pants are growing erratic. Your cries are pathetic, burning up your vocal cords. Ass numbing up like your knees, but your pussy is ecstatic. Sweet ache, ripples of pleasure tighten the coil at your center. “Babe-pussy so good.”

    “Perverted” - you cry out, knees buckling, as he pulls out of you - “BaeBae!”

    “You’re mine,” he says softly, hands massaging your hips, turning you around.

    You kiss, affection growing as he palms your thighs. You moan onto his tongue when his thumbs meet at your clit, pressing up against your sensitive nerves.

    “BaeBae!” One thumb is flicking your wet bundle of nerves, middle finger from his other hand pushing into your wet heat. “I’m going to-”

    “-So fucking needy!” He hisses against your throat. Fingers gone from your throbbing pussy. You yelp, head throwing back as a hard slap against your pussy shoves air out of your lungs. He chuckles, fingers caressing your folds. He slaps you again - your hips buck up hard. “I love your shaking little pussy.”

    You moan, eyes shut tight, fingers intertwined into your own tresses. Two of his fingers are back inside, shallow ruts making your pussy quiver.

    You’re flat on your back, his massive thighs weighing over yours. His beautiful hard rod is sliding into your wet pussy. Shaking hips you thrust against each other.

    Mouth open - taking in erratic breaths - you refuse to be the first to moan. He picks up on your resolve, chuckle at the back of his throat. Hot kisses at your throat.

    His thrusts are hard. Heavy with his powerful hips. Knee planting down on the mattress to lift your thigh up higher.

    “BaeBae!” You cry out, arms wrapping around his neck as he plows into you. Each push cutting you open. Hot tip poking your g-spot. “Cumming!”

    His heavy exhaled breath hits your chin when he pulls out of you. You whine against his lips, the coil at your core loosening away from an orgasm. Eyebrows furrowed, you yelp into his mouth when he pushes his throbbing cock back into your dripping cunt.

    “Not so easy, babe.” Hands keeping your biceps down against the mattress, he’s on his knees - keeping your legs spread wide open. “You’re mine.”

    You cry out, eyes focused on his concentrated face. Teeth biting his bottom lip. Eyebrows furrowed. Scrunched up nose. His thrusts are long. Thick long cock letting your walls feel every motion he makes.

    When your hips buck hard against him, he grips you there. Deep shallow ruts as his balls slap your ass. He’s calling you his fucking whore.

    And with the way you cry out his name - fingers weakly curling against his muscular arms - you are. He needn’t feed you, ask you how you are. He just needed to fuck you into a mindless hole, ready for his use.

    When your center’s coil is ready to break, he pulls out - loosening the pull. Keeping your desperate orgasm so close yet so far away.

    Throbbing cock back into your puffy hole, his hips shake as he sinks balls deep into you. His massive palms glide up your calves, pulling your legs together and over your head.

    “BaeBae!” You gasp. You feel every pulse of his cock rippling through your center, tingling your clit. Your chest feels heavy, making the blood rushing to your head waver your vision. “Fuck!”

    His powerful thrusts shake your entire body. Bottom of your spine prickling as his hips punish your ass. Palms glide down your calves and thighs before pulling your legs apart.

    “BaeBae!”

    Your pussy feels like his cock is slicing you open. Heat at your g-spot like his tip is branding you. Over and Over. His body is over yours, mouth sucking yours.

    You’re silent, tongues fighting to push into each other’s mouths. Hands entangled in each other’s hair. His hips pushing up into yours; yours trying to match his.

    Eyebrows furrowed, your claws hook over his ears as his hands grab your hips. His thrusts are fast, your walls constricting so hard your center’s coil having melted, your insides coming undone.

    Wetness is shooting out of you. Your mind is gone. Your focus is what you feel.

    BaeJin’s teeth grazing against the front of your throat. Your pussy walls squeezing his aching rod. His thrusts continue fast, shallow - strong - against you.

    Stuttering whimpers, you can barely hold onto him. His mouth is sucking on your tit, tongue flicking your nipple. Arms wrapped around your waist, he cums into you - pushes so hard your head is hitting the headboard. Hot tears blinding your vision. Drooling pooling at the corners of your lips.

*thump*

*thump*

*thump*

    “BaeBae!”

    His cum is deep inside you. A fever building up as he dumps more hot cum into you. His gravelly groan shakes your chest, teeth clamped down on your tit. Your body is hot. Cum all over your insides.

    The world is spinning. Continual pushes as his cock writhes. Your walls keep constricting. You’re both lost in each other’s kisses. Limbs entangling.

    You whine. A gentle *pop* when he breaks the kiss. The sexy grunt he gives makes your pussy quiver. Fucked out, you remain still as he pulls out, head resting on your sweaty stomach.

    As much as you want to confess your undying love for him, all you can manage is a gentle grin. Eyes shut you fall asleep, feeling his warm muscular arms hold you close to him.

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Thank you for reading!

Love, CC ♣️

[jujujitsu]

Hi bby blessed Samhain ilysm 🥺

Could I pls have Marco 🥺

I think my favorite horror movie might be The Ritual on Netflix

NSFW pls 😏

Hmmm I think I wanna go with bondage, vague enough to allow you creative freedom 😁

Fuck it, dark twist 👀

Tysm for this mwah 😚

Wicked Illusion

Word Count: 4682

WARNING: MINORS DNI, bondage, cream pie, dark themes, gore, monster fucking, breeding, impregnation.

“Fuck it why not?”

That’s what you said when you broke down and downloaded one of the many stupid dating apps available. You randomly picked one, created your profile and began looking through all available selections for you to choose from. It was Halloween and this was your way of going trick or treating. Except the treat was dick and not candy. Or maybe candy was part of the plan? Depends on what they were into. Fuck it, yeah, you’d eat a trail of Sour Patch kids off some guys chiseled body all the way to their throbbing, fat cock.

Now, what you did not want, was a trick. You were avoiding that at all costs and some of these boys looked like they would be the sort of tricksters to ruin your wild and free time.

“Porco Galliard? Nah, looks like a fuck boy.”

“Levi Ackerman, oof, maybe if you had some money honey. Damn you are way too old.”

“Marco…Bodt?”

You tilted your head to the side and found yourself lingering on his image. He was such a sweet looking, dark-haired boy with the cutest freckles peppered across his nose and apple-like cheeks. He had the brightest, kindest eyes. He looked like one of those upper-class boys who regularly attended church while volunteering at the local food bank or something agonizingly do-goody for the sake of his college resume. He was the kinda dude who went from the Boy Scouts to the Eagle Scouts and made it his personal mission to help little old ladies cross the street. He was the only guy you’d trust to take your little sister home after a high school party because you knew he wouldn’t touch her.

And goddamn did you want to ruin him. You wanted to have him begging at your feet to let him fuck you. You wanted him to weep because of how good your sinful cunt felt on his untouched virgin dick. There was no way in hell he was anything but a virgin. Not with that innocent expression on his little naïve face.

You doubted he would respond to you tonight. He was probably taking his younger siblings trick or treating like the good boy he was. You’d send him a quick DM and just wait for tomorrow because you didn’t imagine someone like him stayed up past 11pm.

The moment you went to lay your phone to the side, the icon stating you had a response lit up. “Well fuck, that was quick.”

Hey Lue! I’m sure you saw, but I’m Marco. Thanks for reaching out to me. I was beginning to think I wouldn’t find anyone on this app and honestly considered deleting it after tonight. But here you are! You really are pretty, and I love how enthusiastic you are about Halloween. I was heading out to get a coffee in a minute and I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to join me? It’s the last day for some of the fall flavors at one of my favorite places. I’ll even buy you a pastry. We can sit and chat at the shop because I’d much rather speak with you in person.

Happy Halloween!

Marco.

“Shit, coffee and a pastry? And a potential date on Halloween? AND he’s cute? Sign me the fuck up.”

You sent your reply and stated you would love to meet. He gave you the address to the shop which you Googled immediately to make sure was legitimately a place. You found the number associated with it and even called because you couldn’t be too careful. You just quickly asked for their store hours and thanked them before hanging up and dedicating the rest of your time getting ready.

You considered his comment on your profile picture, which was in your opinion a neutral version of you considering how you normally dressed. You decided to blend a little of your personal aesthetic with a cutesy Fall flare. A low-cut top to show off a bit of cleavage to make Mr. Upstanding Citizen sweat coupled with a rather risky skirt despite the chill in the air. Fishnet stockings and boots were an absolute must and damn, did your legs look so ravishingly fine.

“This’ll make him pitch one hell of a tent, for sure.”

Oh, how you couldn’t wait to see him blush and stutter! And you really couldn’t wait to see him become a stammering mess when you felt him up for the first time. Of course, there was no guarantee this would all happen. He could be a real drag and your energy just didn’t vibe. If that was the case, oh well, better luck next time.

You were out the door quick, and the walk to the car made you realize you should have worn jeans or something a little warmer, but fuck it. Halloween only came once a year and you weren’t the only woman out here freezing their cunt off because they chose to dress a little…suggestive. And freeze it off you did because you decided to opt out of underwear for the thrill of it too.

You got in your car and clicked your tongue. If things went well tonight, it wouldn’t matter about the jeans or your lack of underwear. You’d get warm when you sat on Marco Bodt’s face and drowned him in the plush creaminess of your thighs. But for now, you’d just have to settle for your heated seats.

Getting to the coffee shop took no time and you saw him waiting for you outside with his hands in his pockets. He was looking around expectantly with the most innocent, hope filled expression etched across his freckled face. He wasn’t nervous whatsoever and just like you imagined, he performed his gentleman behaviors flawlessly. He opened the door for people. Nodded his head and smiled cordially to everyone who met his gaze. He joked and conversated so seamlessly, like everything about him was just…natural and too good for this fucked up world.

His eyes were bright and inviting in real life just as they were in his picture, but the moment he saw you, he came alive with heart melting awe and happiness the likes of which you’ve never experienced from another human being. “Lue, hello!”

He crossed the rest of the way to greet you, making sure to walk with you to the safety of the sidewalk before turning and smiling so stupidly. “I’m so glad you came. I really thought maybe…you might decide not to because it was so sudden.”

It was adorable how he rubbed the back of his neck and blushed so shyly. He was suddenly so bashful and meek despite the confidence he clearly could display. You were drawn in instantly. Everything about him. His physical appearance. His warm, safe energy. His slight bashfulness. His need to put you first when it came to holding the door open and allowing you to order first. He assured you that he’d get you whatever you wanted.

Lucky for him, you weren’t the type to take advantage of his kindness. You weren’t the type to use someone…well, from a financial standpoint at least. You’d use him for a lay and if it was good, you damn well would keep coming back. Who knows, maybe next time you’d be the one paying for him.

He was Prince Charming. Truly, this man was a Disney Prince living in the flesh. He leaned in when you spoke about yourself and your life. He kept that wide-eyed wonder and hung on every single word you said. He didn’t say much about himself, even when you questioned. He just wanted to know about you. You and your life and your emotional baggage and your hobbies. You and your heart aches and the bullshit you’ve gone through. It wasn’t typical, the things you let spill from your lips. It wasn’t what you would normally do on a first date, but you couldn’t help yourself because everything about this man felt…right. He was safe. He was comforting. He was nonjudgmental. He was understanding and empathetic and you wondered, why the fuck is a guy like this single?

Before you knew it, you were leaving the coffee shop, jittery with caffeine and sugar. Before you knew it you were in his car, gazing at each other with heated desire. Your hand was moving up his thigh and his breath quickened right along with yours as the mirrors and windows fogged from your heated exchange. And, before you knew it, you were feeling up his member which, to your surprise, was girthier than you imagined. His length was a little over average, but it was his fucking plump balls that really caught your attention.

“I…I don’t think I’m ready for this,” he stammered out.

You retracted your touch and sat back in your seat. “Was it too fast?”

“No. I just…want to spend a little more time getting to know you before we do, and I wanted to talk a little more before we got into this.”

You felt relief. He wasn’t getting cold feet in the literal sense. He just wanted to build more of a connection. Maybe he wanted to get to know your preferences. You smiled and placed your hand over his. “Thank you for telling me. I don’t mind at all.”

“Would you…come to my place and watch a spooky movie with me? I honestly have a love-hate relationship with scary movies because we live so far out, in the middle of the woods practically. I love to watch them, it’s just…my mind really likes to play with me.”

“Of course,” you say.

“Okay, yay! I was left to watch the house because of my schedule. My family is gone away for a bit. I was getting lonely.”

“Were you getting creeped out being by yourself?” you giggled.

“Honestly, yeah, so this works out for me way more than you think,” Marco blushed. “Ill send you the address incase you get lost but, just follow me, okay?”

The moment you got in your car, you sighed. Despite the fact you wanted to honor his wishes and despite him giving you some relief, it still stung to be denied so quickly. However, you fought the negativity down and drove behind him to his home.

When you got out of the city, you felt nervous. Lights became scarce and then disappeared entirely. Guard rails were mangled, curled, and torn. Some were missing altogether, and the road repair crew never bothered to replace them. The road itself became bumpy and terrible. Potholes and missing chunks were too common for your liking. The woods became dense, and the branches met each other over head eclipsing your view of the sky entirely.

Your stomached churned with anxiety and your mind screamed that it was best to turn back, but you remembered Marco saying it scared him to be alone out here too. The moment the road ended, and it became just a dirt path, you called him, and he answered immediately. “Are you okay Lue?”

His concern for you put you at ease. “Yeah…I …just didn’t realize you meant it was this far out. Do you even have electricity where we are going?”

“Of course,” Marco said with a laugh. “Honestly, it just looks intimidating at night and the fact that it is Halloween kinda messes with your mind. We’re almost there. Look, we just passed the mailbox. We gotta turn and go up a hill then we’ll be there.”

“Alright. I feel better now.”

Your turned when he did. The hill he mentioned felt more like a mountain. You were coaxing your little car up it, praising it because you swore it was having the hardest time going up the damn thing because the road was somewhat washed out. Finally, you were to the top and honestly, it was beautiful here. The whole place was leveled out and the house Marco lived in was so huge and cozy. There was a gazebo off to the right in a beautiful garden. You could see a man-made pond off to the left. When you pulled up and got out, you were in awe at the majesty of it all.

“Marco, what does your family do for you all to afford this kinda of place out in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’m adopted actually,” Marco admitted. “But the people who took me in are well off. Grisha Yeager is a doctor and Karla caters for celebrities and government officials. They have one son between them and myself, Armin, and Mikasa were adopted.”

“And, none of them are home?”

“Not right now, no,” Marco answered. “Come on, it’s chilly out here and I don’t want you to get cold.”

He slid his arm around your waist and walked you up a small set of stairs. This house had a wraparound porch, and it was just so massive. But with as many siblings as Marco had, you understood why they lived in such a huge house.

He opened the door for you and took your coat. He offered to get you a drink before the two of you settled into the movie theatre style living room with surround sound and ALL the latest tech.

“I have a movie in mind but, it’s kinda scary from what I’ve been told.”

“Well, it is Halloween so, I am down for it,” you say, and he just smiles as he scrolls to the one, he had favorited. It was the only one he had favorited, really.

“The Ritual? Really? I love this one!”

Marco blinked in surprise. “Oh? You’ve seen it? Should I…pick another?”

“No! If you haven’t seen it, please! Let’s watch it.”

Despite the movie. Despite how good and interesting it was, you found your way beneath Marco about halfway through. He started it. He’s the one who kept glancing over at your breasts. You were cuddled up next to him, and your tits were pushed together. The fucking top you wore wasn’t helping the situation because it slipped further down until your breasts were spilling out. He was clearly distracted, and you saw him get hard, yet you said nothing. He’d have to make the first move now.

In your mind, it was going to be a little like your first time with a boy in high school. He was going to be nervous or timid, but that’s not at all what happened. He called your name, and you turned your head to see an entirely different expression plastered across his face and that’s when he pounced. He laid on top of you palming and pinching what he could get his greedy hands on while he kissed up the column of your neck to the corner of your mouth.

He paused before taking your lips, looking down at them in lustful wonder while he stroked your precious flushed cheek. He was sloppy. He was groaning. He was grinding into you while nipping and bruising your lips. His tongue dominated yours and this angelic, sweet boy was suddenly so lewd and demanding complete control. He didn’t speak when he worked. His eyes were always open to see everything that occurred between the two of you, except when you kissed. Even he couldn’t keep them open while he indulged in the taste of you.

Eventually, he slid his hand beneath your skirt and paused the moment he realized you weren’t wearing underwear. You were grinning when he met your gaze, and he gave you this blended expression of a smirk and a bashful blush. “You were anticipating this?”

“I can be a little promiscuous sometimes,” you answered.

“I like it,” Marco cooed as he continued moving his hand up, coaxing you to open your thighs more for him. “I like it a lot.”

He became silent as he traced the outline of your pussy with his soft fingers. You could tell he never experienced any sort of hard labor in his life. He didn’t have a single callus or snagged nail whatsoever. “You’re already so wet.”

“Have you done this before?”

“A few times,” Marco admitted. “Is that a problem?”

“I just…I just thought you were inexperienced, is all,” you confess.

“Not at all. But I won’t lie. Foreplay is important to me and the idea of restraining you while I have my way with you is so enticing.”

“You’re into that? Really? You don’t look like you’d be the type”

“And what is someone who is into BDSM supposed to look like?”

All you could do was sigh and roll your eyes because you didn’t have a real response. He was right. There wasn’t a defined image for any of that. Even a sweet, lawfully good person like Marco Bodt could have an array of tastes in the bedroom. But you never imagined for a moment that you’d end up the way you did for him.

Here you were, bare ass naked on display for him in an armless chair that was braced against his bed with your ass hanging off the seat. Here you were, with your chest pressed into the back of it while a blindfold was carefully placed to cover your eyes. And here you were, with your ankles tied to the legs of his chair while your hands were bound behind your back, all with navy blue silk ties. He was gentle and concerned every step of the way. He stroked your hair and praised you after every intricate knot he tied. It was soft, yet the authority resonating from his energy made you so goddamn wet.

The part you loved most, was how he detailed everything he planned to do before hand and how he got your consent multiple times before finally moving forward. When he tied you up, it was firm but so careful. “Tell me if you want to stop at any point. Red Light is the safe word. If you get uncomfortable…if you feel anxious…anything at all, love. I will not be disappointed.”

You heard him breathe as he stepped back and admired his work. “God, you’re so pretty like this. What a beautiful ass. I wish I could keep you like this for a while, but we have to hurry this along. We’re running out of time.”

“Marco…what do you mean? Is your family coming back tonight?”

He hummed and you heard him undo his pants. The clink of his belt as he slid his pants down. He didn’t answer your question. You assumed that’s all it was. Suddenly the idea of being caught made you so much more aroused. You imagined his family had a specific image of their precious, good boy. And here he was the exact opposite of all of that.

“No, they’re already here,” he replied.

You didn’t have a chance to respond. He settled on his knees and you felt him grasp your hips, though his touch suddenly felt different. They weren’t the soft hands and fingers that danced across your folds in the living room. Perhaps it was some toy or costume he was using now. You weren’t sure. All you knew was it felt like your skin was snagging and sliding across tree bark.

He positioned you better to have access to your cunt. And suddenly, you felt his impressive length throbbing at your entrance. His tip was insanely hot and from what you could feel, it was wide. You squirmed because honestly, you thought he might be too big.

“Shh, shh be a good girl for me while I breed you,” he rasped. Your hairs stood up on the back of you neck. His voice sounded different. It was earthy and almost otherworldly. How the fuck could he change his voice like that?

“W-Wait…Marco,” you whined.

He prodded your entrance in silence. You were suddenly fearful, but the act felt so good. He was teasing you, collecting your wetness because he understood he was simply too big. This cute, vanilla looking boy scout just said he was going to breed you.

He pushed his hips forward with a low groan and you felt yourself widened and stretch to a degree you never thought possible. It stung when flesh tore and tears fell from your eyes as he split you wide open, staining the satin blindfold.

“Such a tight fit!” he huffed, sinking deeper within you. You bit into your bottom lip, drawing blood and finally you couldn’t hold back the scream from the sheer amount of pain you felt.

You felt something warm drip down your back the moment he was sheathed inside of you. Was he drooling? Was your cunt so good that he was literally drooling over the feeling of being inside you? You shook beneath him when each drop landed on your back. At least he was giving you the courtesy of getting acclimated to his massive fucking dong.

“I won’t last ,” he said as he brought his face next to your ear. “But it really doesn’t matter so long as it’s all done in the necessary time.”

“Marco, what are you talking about?” you whimpered out. “Are you acting out some sort of fantasy I don’t- Ahh! Ahhh! Oh!”

His grip tightened and he pumped his hips. You couldn’t concentrate on forming a sentence. Everything that fell out of your mouth was a sigh of pleasure of some babbled nonsense because he was rocking your world. He raised up from being hunched over you and the drop of whatever warm liquid that was splattering across your back resumed. You were lost in the feeling of him fucking you so smoothly. He wasn’t a rough lover by any means and honestly, you were glad. If he rutted into you or fucked you roughly, it would have been nothing but screams echoing through his room. And, if his family had come home during the time he tied you up, you did not want them to hear.

You were panting and moaning with each powerful thrust. You were so caught up in the sensation of him and the rasping groans that belted from his chest that you didn’t feel the temperature change in the room. How could you when there was so much heat between the two of you?

But what you simply could not ignore was the sudden feeling of eyes upon your naked being. That caused your hair to raise and the anxiety that followed caused your chest to tighten. You were having trouble breathing anyway because every long thrust of his dick took your breath away.

You swore you heard some sort of chanting. You swore a lot of people were looking at you and Marco fucking in the middle of the room. But how? His room wasn’t big enough to hold the amount of people that you felt were staring at the two of you.

And there was that fucking feeling of whatever hot liquid was dripping down your back. It was increasing in consistency and Marco was picking up the pace. Your mind was suddenly blank, and the chanting grew louder. Then this horrible smell suddenly wafted into your nostrils.

It was like rotting flesh… and it became so overwhelming. You thought you were going to puke. Did he not smell this? He was thrusting into you completely unfazed by whatever you were experiencing. The chanting grew louder, and it sounded as if it we all right next to your ear. It was in a language you didn’t recognize. The rancid odor caused you to dry heave, but still Marco fucked into you.

What was the safe word? What was the word he said?

Marco leaned back over your being, and you swear you felt wet fur or something against your bare back. “Red Light,” he whispered.

You went to scream because you never voiced those questions out loud. It was all in your head and right as you went to panic, his hand covered your mouth, tearing at your lips and flesh as if you kissed a thorny rose bush. Your screams were muffled. Your cries were drowned out by his staggering, animalistic breath, and the unending chanting echoing all around you.

His words invaded your mind, “I’m going to breed you. You're going to bare my child, that is why you're here."

Please don’t! Whatever you are! I don’t want this!

“You’ve been chosen,” came the voice of someone near you. Someone who you didn’t know. “It’ll be all over soon.”

His hips stilled and you felt him cum deep inside of you. It felt like hot, searing flames as it engulfed your womb. Rope after rope of this creature’s cum painted your walls and suddenly the price of your sinful indulgence became clear. Your blindfold was removed by someone's hands and your eyes adjusted to the low light only for you to freeze in absolute horror.

You were no longer in a beautiful home surrounded by comfort items and loving pictures of Marco and his family. You were in some ancient cathedral with the roof missing so that the gods above could watch you be defiled by one of their own. You were bound to a chair in the middle of a circle with markings you did not recognize. Surrounding you were people with their heads bow and faces hidden away beneath drawn hoods from their brown cloaks. You felt so dizzy and the creature that used you finally pulled away.

That damn dripping started again, and you looked up to see what the hell it could be. You wanted to scream, but your voice was stolen from you much like everything else. But your situation could’ve been worse. You could’ve been the poor blond bastard strung up overhead between the four columns where all of this shit took place. You could’ve had your lungs pulled from your being through slits in your back to display a blood spread eagle while watching some poor girl get ravaged by the beast responsible for all of this.

He was alive, but his golden eyes were dimming. His lungs inflated and deflated slowly. Whoever he was, you felt he didn’t deserve this and neither did you. You realized the liquid falling was his blood. It cascaded down his front only to collect and fall onto your back. You were fucked and impregnated in the blood of a dying man.

A bell sounded off from one of the towers and the chanting stopped. Marco, or rather the creature pulled from you and with him went your spirit. As his cum splattered to the floor, so to did the remains of your sanity.

You could see its silhouette from flickering flames of melting candles. He wasn’t the sweet boy that enticed you here. He was gigantic, hunched and tall with long arms and spindly clawed fingers. His ribs were bare and splayed while antlers like a deer branched from his long face.

This devil. This beast. Had its way with you and you felt so disgusting despite its followers looking upon you like you were some sort of goddess.

You closed your eyes as his heavy footfalls made it clear he was coming into your line of sight. You felt his hand reach to you, and you cried and tried to recoil. And what touched you was the familiar warmth of Marco’s smooth fingers.

Your eyes snapped back open, and you gazed up at the gentle, concerned boy. “Lue, are you alright?”

Your eyes searched the room frantically and suddenly you felt as though your lungs were screaming. Like you were holding your breath for far too long. You were back in his house. The warm, inviting place, but your body was not convinced.

“Lue!? Breathe, please,” he cried.

You burst into tears after taking your first breath. He scrambled to untie you. He was quick to comfort and bring you to the softness of his bed. You buried your face into his chest as he stroked your head. Everything was fine and Marco wasn't some grotesque creature from the depths of an ancient hell.

“Lue, darling you passed out. I’ve never had that happen before. You didn’t say the safe word, but I knew something was wrong.”

“I just…had this horrible dream or vision…or…or something!”

“Let me get you some water or ginger ale,” Marco suggested. “You don’t need to drive. Stay here for the night, okay? I’ll get you home in the morning.”

“Okay…it’s late…you’re probably right,” you sigh. “When is your family coming back?”

“Sometime next week, why?” Marco questioned as he rested his hand on the door frame.

You flopped back into the mattress and sighed. “No reason.”

“I’ll be right back,” Marco promised. “Just rest.”

You wanted to laugh. You wanted to vocally tell yourself that you were a dramatic idiot. Being deprived of your senses must have just caused all of this, including the weird day dream. Though, as you stared up to the ceiling, something wet dropped on your cheek. You paled instantly because there was no reason for anything to be leaking above you.

Your heart raced as you brought your finger up to wipe whatever it was off. With a trembling lip you looked it over. It was blood. There was no denying it but the moment the realization hit you, your entire world went black.