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taegimood · 9 months

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— phone sex with bestfriend!taehyun ♡ [one-shot]

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.1k warnings: smut, perv!reader, dom!tyun, pet names (baby, angel, princess), brief use of daddy kink, mutual masturbation, light degradation (reader receiving)

a/n - we always talk abt perv!txt but what about perv!reader…

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it’s not always easy being friends with tomorrow x together. with your vastly opposite schedules, you always end up in bed already by the time your best friend taehyun calls for your daily check-ins with each other — though covertly you’re glad for the late timing, because you have a dirty little secret: it means that you get to hear his deep, sleepy, sexy voice right in your ear every night. not that you could ever tell him that.

it wasn't always this way; there was a time when taehyun didn't make your heart skip a beat and your pussy throb, when even the thought of him in such a light as this would cause your nose to wrinkle up in disgust. he's your best friend, after all. how could you ever see him as anything different?

but then his gym membership started. or maybe it was the way that he grew out his hair. or the new glasses that soobin convinced him to try wearing.. or even the sweatshirts you'd forget in his dorm that he'd always end up walking around in himself, sweatshirts that returned swimming in the scent of him each time you got them back. whatever it was, you just know that something changed in the way that you saw him. in the way that you needed him.

the thoughts you'd chase away began to turn into wet dreams — ones that you would wake up from feeling just as desperate as you were confused — and those dreams soon turned into lingering fantasies that you just couldn't shake away, no matter how shameful it felt to harbor them. and now some time later, here you are, completely wrapped around taehyun's finger without him even knowing it, willing to crumble at his feet in an instant if he asked; putty in his pretty hands with each nightly phone call that you just can never seem to get enough of.

this time you’re feeling particularly needy, however, his call coming later than usual when you just can’t stop thinking about him, about his voice; you won’t lie and say that you don’t often touch yourself while he talks to you about his day, bringing yourself to a whiny climax the minute he hangs up for the night and you’re safe to make all the noise that you want.

this time, though.. you just couldn’t wait. your shorts and panties have long since been discarded on the bed when your phone rings, and you hesitate; your mind is foggy with need, it just feels too good to stop.. you need to hear his voice so bad.. you can keep quiet, right? right?

you know that it’s wrong. you know that you shouldn’t.

but you press the green answer button with trembling fingers, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping as his low voice hums your nickname through the speaker - “hey, y/n/n. sorry i’m late.”

you take a slow breath to compose yourself before responding. “hi tyunnie. s’okay.” the conversation carries on normally at first — to him at least. you’re two fingers deep in your throbbing pussy as he’s murmuring tiredly about their latest choreography when you notice too late that taehyun has stopped speaking. you quickly curb the tiny pants that had been escaping your lips, but your fingers seem to have a mind of their own, continuing their squelching ministrations as you beg in your mind for him to continue speaking, to say something, anything.

“y/n.”

your breath hitches. your fingers pause.

something in his tone has shifted.

a few beats pass.

“are you… touching yourself?”

that does it. you can’t hold back anymore. “taehyun,” you whimper pathetically in response, head tipping back into the pillows as your eyes squeeze shut, fingers working faster as your walls squeeze around them — simultaneous with the humiliation and shame of being caught. “tyunnie, ‘m sorry, i- i just needed you so bad.. ‘m sorry-“

“where do you need me, baby?”

your brain short-circuits at the sudden switch in your best friend’s tone. at the pet name dripping from his lips. his voice is impossibly deeper and impossibly more dangerous; dangerous for your health, as you’ve never ever heard him sound so utterly sexy before. you don’t know what to say. you didn’t expect this.

“i… i..”

“use your words,” he whispers, and you can hear some shifting on his end of the line; god, you hope he’s doing what you think he’s doing.

“i.. i need you…” you swallow hard, “i need you in my… in my pussy.” your voice is small, meek, and his responsive hum sends shivers straight down to your sopping cunt.

“what’s wrong, angel? feeling shy now? when you were just in the middle of fucking yourself with those cute little fingers like a little perv as i’m over here talking about my day? tsk..” you moan, loudly, at the degradation — who knew how badly you needed him to scold you like this?

“‘m sorry.. ‘m sorry, daddy..” at this point your voice is a breathless, whiny whisper; you’re so sensitive that you’re sure the slightest breeze could blow you away right now. you don’t even realize what you said until taehyun’s deep groan cuts through the speaker.

“fuck.”

you can hear him fisting his own cock now, and you’ve never been more jealous of another person’s hand.

“keep touching yourself for me, baby. just imagine that i’m right there... bet you wish it were my fingers buried in your cunt instead, don’t you?”

“yes! ugh, yes.. please, n-need it..” your own fingers are moving impossibly faster now, the lewd wet sounds of your arousal practically pornographic, and you can tell that taehyun hears it loud and clear by the drawn-out moan that he releases from the other end.

“that’s it.. faster, baby.. got you so wet and needy, just on my voice alone, fuck.. such a little fucking pervert.. need daddy that bad? need me to fuck some sense into you?”

“uh huh!” you babble out, nodding your head fervently even though he can’t even see it, “please, please, please.. want your cock, want your fingers, want your mouth- fuck- want everything, tyunnie please, fuck, i’m-“

“cum for me, princess.”

your jaw goes slack as your orgasm wracks through you at his simple command, drool threatening to escape past your lips as you keen for him, the high-pitched, filthy moan spurred on by the sloppy sounds of his cock in his hand.

several hazy moments pass. you lay there breathless, chest heaving as you finally slide your fingers out of your soaked pussy, legs twitching residually as you stare up at your ceiling in disbelief.

no fucking way i just had phone sex with my best friend.

in your daze you don’t realize that taehyun hasn’t said anything; your brows furrow as you glance at your screen to make sure the call didn’t disconnect, but then you hear him shuffling around, the jingling sound of keys sliding off of a hook.

“taehyun..?” you question carefully. did i ruin everything? does he hate me now? does he think i’m disgusting? what if-

“don’t move. i’ll be there in 10.”

“w-what? what do you-“

“i said i’d fuck some sense into you, didn’t i? ass up, baby. i’ll see you soon.”

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milkteabinniechan · 2 months

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♡muscle memory - changbin

MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: personal trainer! Changbin x afab reader

summary: New Year, New You. You signed up for a gym membership and it even includes a personal trainer! But this personal trainer is so sexy and so good with his tongue...

warnings: sex, sex, sex, shower sex, size difference!!, praise and motivation

Just a few more. You're almost there, come on…

Changbin held your ankles as you finished your last rep. Your last set of ten. Sweat dripped from every inch of your skin. Every muscle was screaming at you. Angry. Your body was angry. You let out one final huff and sat up, slinging your arms over your knees. Changbin patted your back.

“Great job, champ.”

“Fuck off, beefcake.” You spat back, an exhausted smirking lingering on your lips. You had paid for a full year membership at your local gym. The sexy, muscular, absolutely gorgeous personal trainer was just a bonus. But something unexpected had happened while you were working out together, you actually enjoyed it. Changbin motivated you in a way that made you feel powerful and in control. He never faltered with the compliments or telling you how proud he was of you.

You had never really spent this much time with a man, especially a “gym bro” that was so positive and sensitive. He pushed you but never too much. The way he touched your body, his hand running down the length of your back, made your head spin.

You knew it was inappropriate to flirt. So you never did. You were strictly there to exercise. But every once and a while, your mind would wander while you did your morning stretches with him. You'd imagine him coming up behind you while you held the downward dog pose, his hands gripping your hips and pressing you into his clothes cock. The bulge rubbing and pushing into the thin material of your spandex shorts.

You okay?

You snapped your mind out of your current daydream and locked eyes with Changbin who was standing in front of you, confusion painted across his soft features.

“Yeah, sorry. I'm good.” You give him a quick smile and a thumbs up before moving to the next workout in your routine.

Changbin watched as you moved over to the chest press machine. You positioned yourself just like he taught you and placed your arms on either side of the padded bars before pulling in towards your chest. Changbin sighed heavily. This workout was always the most difficult for him to watch. The way it spread your arms open, the way you breathed and whimpered softly at each counted rep. The noises. God the noises you would make were enough to send him into an animalistic grunting mess. He clenched his fists tight as he watched you strain and pull your arms together and then back out.

“Good. That's good. Just a few more. You're doing great.”

You breathed heavily at Changbin's words. His praise shooting straight to your tightly wound core. You hoped that your panting would be disguised as just an intense workout and not from you picturing Changbin praising you like that while you rode him like a goddamn elliptical machine.

You let your arms fall limp as you finished your last set. Changbin smiled at you softly and told you to hit the showers as he did every time. You returned his sweet smile and the two of you made your way to your respective locker rooms. You paused for a moment as you saw a cellphone on the floor mat. You recognized the phone right away and knew it was Changbin's. He was terrible at keeping track of his phone, so you swiftly picked it up off of the floor and walked towards the men's locker room.

Whether it was the high from working out or possible dehydration, you walked carefree into the men's locker room without thinking, and came face to face with your personal trainer. Changbin locked eyes with you, only a dark blue pair of briefs covering him now. He stood frozen, his thumbs hooked in the waistband. You registered his entire form. His chiseled body was glistening with a sweat that matched your own. The muscles in his abdomen twitched and flexed as your eyes roamed over his perfect frame.

Everything in your brain was telling you to leave. To apologize for intruding. To politely bow and walk away. But your body; your aching, desperate, needy body was screaming at you again. Screaming and clawing and begging. You knew you couldn't ignore that screaming for one more second. You started slow, walking towards him with caution. You waited for any sign of hesitation or resistance, but there was none. Changbin's eyes moved down to your feet and watched you walk towards him. An intense heat started to pool in the pit of his stomach.

“You left your pho-” but your words were cut short as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his hard body. The rush of endorphins was making it impossible for him to resist you any longer.

Your tongue tangled with his in a sloppy, messy dance as you pressed your body harder into his. His mouth swallowed up your every moan, his hands moving up your back and traveling into your hair. Your hips moved instinctively into his, desperate for more friction. He made quick work of your clothes and pulled them off in one fast motion. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him. He held you effortlessly with one arm and carried you over to the showers. You helped him turn on the faucet and shut the curtain, hoping that the sound of rushing water would drown out some of the noise. But the moment Changbin pulled his cock out of his briefs, you knew that no amount of noise could drown out the sounds he was going to pull out of you. He saw the look on your face as you watched with wide eyes, his cock twitching and bouncing to be inside of you. He smiles proudly at your expression before trailing his gaze down to your entrance. He slid in slow, taking his time to fill you properly. You winced and held your breath at the initial shock of pressure. He was huge. And your body needed a minute to adjust to the size of him. You flung your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest as he continued to slide inch by inch. Opening you up like a flower, he gripped your thighs and took his time.

“That's it, just a little more. You're doing great.” His voice was low and gruff.

That familiar praise rang through you like a bell and you felt your entire body tense up in the most delicious way.

Changbin could feel you opening up for him. The unspoken invitation to quicken his speed a bit. He didn't hesitate at all, his hips rutting into you faster than before. You moaned out loudly and let your head fall back against the cool wall of the shower tile. He continued this pace, pushing you further into the wall, the sound of water echoing around you. This was the only workout you ever wanted to do. You silently wondered how many reps he would make you do.

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johnbrand · 3 months

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Mists

It had been a lot easier for Miles to get into the groove of the gym than he had anticipated. When he had first entered, the recently-graduated meek college graduate had originally planned only utilizing the treadmills. Miles wanted to stay fit while he applied for new jobs, and nothing more than that.

“Hey shrimp, over here!”

Miles immediately went red, pivoting towards the bellowing voice. A shirtless jock was waving him over to a small booth near the front. Trying his best to stay calm, Miles approached, the hulking figure of the other party looming over his skinny frame as he drew closer.

“I assume you’re new here?” the jock grunted.

“How could you tell?” Miles replied.

“It’s Shirtless Saturday bro!” the jock chuckled. “Mandatory requirement of the gym, should’ve been in your membership details. Helps encourage self-positivity or whatever.”

Miles took a quick scan around the gym to confirm, taking in all the shirtless, muscular, sweaty bodies. To his further embarrassment, he found a certain part of his midsection perking up a bit in response. Miles could not believe there were so many hot guys in one space.

“Uh…ok…” Miles mumbled, slowly removing his top article. The jock snatched it from him once he was finished, placing it in a waste bin behind the booth.

Before Miles could complain, the jock stopped him. “Trust me, most dudes go shirtless every day here. Our gym mists the place every five to ten minutes, like produce at a grocery store. Keeps everyone cool and fresh.”

As if on cue, a spray of mist rained down from the ceilings, trickling onto each one of the shirtless men at the gym. A coating fell onto Miles, absorbing into his hairless, near-translucent skin. Figuring it was time to move on, Miles nodded and left the station. Although instead of finding himself at the treadmill, his feet led him towards a workout bench. He did not even realize his mistake until the soft buzz of another coat of mist fell onto his body.

Rubbing his head with a meatier palm, Miles took in his surroundings, trying to make sense of the situation. Once again he found himself boning up as he took in all the attractive men working out. Believing he had regained a sense of direction, Miles got up from the bench, placing his weights aside before once again moving across the floor. However, his body sat him down at a machine, a leg pump to be specific. Miles did not notice this until another wave of mist rained down. He also did not notice the muscular definition that expanded from his calves, quads, and buttocks.

The pattern continued slowly, all without Miles’ intention or attention. The jock from the booth followed along, bemused as with each spray Miles shifted from one machine to the next, his frame piling on pound after pound of muscle. After a while, the constant misting began to affect more than just Miles’ figure. One coating helped calm the poor boy’s nerves, granting him the confidence to swagger rather than scurry across the gym floor. Another vocalized this transition, literally, with Miles grunting and groaning with each exertion like every other lunk.

The jock could almost predict each wave that followed. The masculinized features, the carpet of hair, the constant rearranging of a larger, yet dormant package. The jock had noticed Miles’ excited pecker right away, knowing his fagginess would eventually be washed away. Yet that conversion was the only wave he could not predict: did it come after the spray of manly conformity or the vapor of fraternal commitment?

In the end, it did not matter. Once a person walked into the building, they became a permanent member of the gym. The jock had been serious when he stated the gym’s mists kept everyone “cool and fresh”. Miles just did not realize that the gym’s definition of “cool” meant a stereotypically masculine, arrogant, heterosexual perspective; and “fresh” reflected a more casual discretion.

A final layer of mist hailed down from above, programming Miles to carry on to the chest press. Unlike the previous coats however, this one stayed on the surface, as no more could be absorbed. It now remained as sweat on the undeniably straight man’s skin, reproducing before dropping back into the floor. From there, it was absorbed and then processed back up into the sprinklers above. A water cycle of pure, heterosexual testosterone.

But Miles did not know this, nor would he ever. His past self was forgotten history, now nothing more than just another straight bro.

#gay to straight #male tf #male transformation #jock tf #dumbification

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celestialprincesse · 4 months

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Hello!!! Your biggest protector Simon fluff was SO cute!! Could we get an extension of that where he also gives you the confidence to do difficult things, and where you feel safe trying new things or messing up around him? (I know my anxiety really limits what I am willing to try, or makes me feel like I always have to be perfect or constantly apologize)

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When you'd told Simon that you wanted to start going to the gym, you hadn't quite expected him to buy you a membership at the fancy place he and all of his friends frequent, mainly because they get a veterans discount - not to mention the fancy body wash and soft towels.

You'd not even had to dig through your drawers to find something resembling decent activewear, not when he'd unceremoniously chucked a pair of Lululemon leggings at your head, muttering about how he'd looked up the best women's sportswear and they'd been the most recommended choice.

Of course, you'd failed to consider that there'd be other people at Simon's fancy gym, people that know him, no less. You suddenly feel very, very out of your depths. As always, he recognises your discomfort almost immediately.

"Was thinking we could just start slow." He attempts to comfort you, a hand on the small of your back, herding you like a frightened animal towards one of the machines, which looks more like a torture device than workout equipment. "See what you like, what you don't, get a feel of stuff, yeah?"

Chewing at your cheek, you give a noncommittal "Mm", nodding in an attempt to seem enthused, engaged and not worrying about the unfairly glorious people who seem to know exactly what they're doing, and without breaking a sweat no less.

The anxiety from being the only one there who doesn't seem to know anything only worsens when he sets you up on the lat machine. Your cheeks burn even redder when he sets it to the lowest weight. Before you can protest, he settles his hands over yours on the bar, the touch immediately soothing. "Everyone starts somewhere. Let's not run before we can walk."

Over the next couple of simple reps, he's careful to correct your form, or tell you how great you're doing, how you're practically a natural. You know he's just trying to hype you up enough to stop overthinking, but you're still happy about his support nonetheless. So happy, in fact, that you walk out of the gym with a big, cheesy grin on your face, and an unexpected excitement for tomorrow's session.

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gn4bnahc · 4 months

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Workout Session

Pairing: Changbin & Bangchan x Fem!reader

Genre: Smut, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Threesome, creampie, oral, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names: babygirl, slut.

Masterlist | VIDEO

This is just fiction!

This was your first time in this gym. You keep trying different gyms, but they were horrible, so you try out this new gym near you and get a membership.

As you entered, two guys stared at you, you guys stare at eachother for a few minutes before breaking it. You go to a machine, but you don’t know how to use it. You decided to ask for help, you looked around and saw that thise two guys were the ones near you right now, so approached them.

“Uh, excuse me”, you say while tapping Chan on the shoulder, both of them turn around and look at you “Hm?”, both of them say while raising their eyebrows and eyeing you up and down, “Can you help me out with that machine”, you say as they both nod and follow you.

They both guide you and teach you, “I’m Changbin by the way and hes Chan”, “Oh I’m Y/n”, you smile at eachother, shaking hands. They both walk away, but you could feel them still staring.

They look at you, practically eye fucking you. Your nipples, showing through your tank top, you didn’t wear a bra since all of them were in the laundry, your tight leggings with your camel toe (if you don’t know what that is, search it up), they couldn’t help but stare.

You were finally done working out, you pack your things getting ready to leave, but Changbin and Chan approached you. “Y/n would you maybe want to workout with us privately?”, Chan asked while smirking at you, “Huh? Where?”, “You know…”, Changbin says while crossing his arms, “Wait wha-”, “We don’t bite… unless you want us to…”, Chan says as both of them stare at you, waiting for your answer.

“I mean… you guys look pretty big… I don’t know if I can take it”, “We’ll be gentle, gorgeous”, Changbin says as they he looks at Chan, knowing that it was a lie.

Few minutes later

You guys go to the parking lot, “Which car do you wanna ride, mine or changbin’s… or do you wanna ride something else” Chan says teasingly as he smirks at you, your cheeks turn red while looking down shyly “I think i’ll ride Changbin’s…”, “Which are you talking about… my car or my di-”, you cut off Changbin, dragging him to his car “oookay, let’s just go now mkay”. “Hey! you better not taste that pussy before me!”, Chan says as Changbin chuckles, “Pfft you just gave me an idea”, Changbin says while looking at you, smiling innocently.

Chan texted Changbin to stop by the near gas station cause he was gonna pee. As Chan gets out of his car, “Take off your leggings now”, Changbin says, ordering you, you follow his orders quickly, he transfers to your seat, without any hesitation, he quickly circles on your clit, licking your wet cunt, “So wet for me already”, he holds both of your thighs, still burying himself in your pussy, you moan out loud, “Chan is there already, Changbin”, “Shit”, Changbin says as he quickly transfers to his seat, leaving you without your leggings and panties. Chan knocks on your window, you open it, he looks at both of you with your flushed faces, “Wait… why don’t you have your leggings on… Changbin… you little bitch”, Chan says jokingly shaking his head and chuckling, “My bad…”, Changbin says while shrugging.

As Changbin was driving, he caresses your thigh “Man, I can’t wait to fuck you dumb”, you giggle and place a kiss on his cheek.

Few hours later

All of you arrive at their house. As you enter, Chan quickly kisses you roughly, holding onto your waist, “I’m definitely going to punish you after what you and Changbin did a while ago”, he says while you take off your shoes.

They suddenly both carry you to Chan’s room, Chan still kissing you as he goes upstairs, “Helloooo… Im literally here right now”, Changbin says as you and Chan look at him, laughing.

They throw you on the bed, Changbin plays some music while Chan is making out with you, he puts in a finger, pumping it inside you, you moan as he adds another finger in and out of you. “Hey… I thought we were gonna do this together..”, Changbin says as he pouts, you both stop kissing and look at him while smiling. You crawl towards Changbin unzip his pants, taking off his underwear, you look up at him while you stroke his dick slowly, you smile at him innocently even though your literally about to have a threesome. While you suck on Changbin’s cock, your ass was in Chan’s view, when you heard his zipper unzip, you knew what was about to come. Chan lines his cock on your entance, he puts it in, starting off slow but going faster. You suck on Changbin’s dick faster, licking his tip, “Shit babygirl… best work out evaaaar”, Changbin says while throwing his head back, Chan goes faster, fucking you from behind. As you whimper , cry out loud, moan, both of they feel more aroused. Both of them look at eachother and nod, they pull out. You look at them confused, “Why’d you stop?”, you look at them pouting, Changbin lays down, he taps on his thigh, “Here, you fucking slut”, you crawl to him, going down his dick slowly, you moan as his dick enters your cunt. You start bouncing on him, Chan lines up on your ass hole, “Channie, will it fit?”, Chan smiled as he heard you call him ‘Channie’. Both of them are fucking voth of your holes right now, Changbin is down you, Chan is behind you, “Fuuuck this feels like heaven”, you say as you bite your lip, rolling your eyes back, panting heavily. “Shit I’m about to… t-”, Chan says as both of them releases their load in you, filling you up, you squirt, “Shit you’re like a fucking fountain”, Changbin says as he presses his dick deeper inside you, rubbing your clit.

The three of you lay down on the bed, you in between them, “We’re definitely taking you out on a date after this”, Chan says as they both look at you, panting heavily, “Huh? What do you mean after this?”, “Babygirl, we didn’t say we’re finished”, Changbin says as they both look at you, smirking.

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hero-hoe · 6 months

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Owner!Ghost with dogboy!Soap who gets puppygirl!Reader as a gift.

MDNI. 18+ ONLY

Hybrid au. Kidnapping tw, naive!reader, Fem!reader, handjobs (m/m). Ghost and Soap are a little off. Sadomasochism tw

Ghost who's had Soap ever since retiring being discharged due to injury and thought "fuck it, I need something to keep me busy", so he gets himself a retired dogboy. Nothing wrong with 'im, they just tend to cycle hybrids out after a few years of use. Any longer and they go a little wrong in the head. Something about their genetics and how they could get too into their tasks and needed human handlers on the outside.

Ghost is pretty sure the one he got is a little messed up anyway. Fine by him, the man had done his fair share of awful things, too far beyond being considered a good man anymore. At least having the mutt gave him purpose again, he was losing his mind trying to fit back in with polite society on his own. Johnny was Price's idea to get Simon out of his house, to take care of himself instead of wasting away in a bare bones cabin in the countryside. Take the dog on walks and all that, get a membership at one of those expensive city gyms that let hybrids in so they could both keep up on their training.

Johnny would bark his ear off about his time in the military, causing messes he never had to clean up and getting paid for it. And he didn't push when Simon said nothing about his own experience. And then they settled into a decent enough routine, too intimate to just be hybrid and handler, but Ghost wasn't a man who liked labels. They were just Johnny and Simon, that's all that mattered.

He got a good dog. Sure, he was a bit off, but nothing that couldn't be handled. He barked a lot, hated strangers, refused to sleep anywhere but Simon's room after the first few nights. And he was energetic, always bouncing off the walls or chasing down random animals in the woods. If he brought back something to snack on, Simon never minded, so long as he clean his own mess. Ghost wasn't above rubbing the dog's nose in the blood and mud puddle left on the kitchen floor. Good thing Johnny learned the first time.

It'd been a few years, Ghost hadn't bothered to keep track, but his silly pup was getting restless. Only after the third time coming home to Johnny humping himself stupid in the toy he'd gotten, teeth sunk into the pillows, did Simon finally take him to the vet. Trying to handle the situation himself hadn't helped, and he didn't like seeing his boy so miserable, even if he looked beautiful because of it. Simon swore Johnny never looked better than when he was desperate and on their sheets, fucking into a silicone pussy like his life depended on it and whimpering into a slobber covered pillowcase.

Everything was normal, the vet said, a waste of £150. It's actually a good thing, they told him, means he's healthy and happy enough to breed and is having ruts. Gave him three options: have Johnny fixed, let the mutt handle it himself every time, or get him someone to play with. Simon was offended at the idea of getting his pup snipped, immediately shutting the thought down. But he couldn't keep watching Soap sob and beg, pleading for something Simon didn't have. He held Johnny in his arms each but after that, making sure to stroke his needy pup through every orgasm needed with a hand around his neck for stability.

Johnny was a good dog, Simon relented. Never once bit without being told and made sure to moan nice and loud whenever he was hit. He deserved a treat.

So Simon did his research, went to all the shelters and breeders and even searched the parks for a new treat for his boy. Nobody was good enough, he thought, until he found you. Soft, sweet, and so, so innocent. You didn't hesitate to take his hand when he offered you a treat and some ear scratches, wandering away from your old owner and right into his truck.

You ate the special biscuits he gave you and fell asleep with a dopey smile on your face, so happy when he told you he was gonna take you home and introduce you to his puppy.

Johnny was at the door like always, waiting on his knees at the time Simon said he'd be home. He was anxious and confused today, able to smell you from outside as soon as Ghost pulled up. You smelled so good, but he hated the idea of Simon bringing another dog home. Was he not enough? He'd been so good, why would his master need another pup?

"Settle, mutt." Simon huffed as soon as he heard Johnny's whine, the hybrid kneeling obediently at the door with his ears tucked back. "Stop the damn whining. Got you somethin'." He huffed, shifting you in his arms.

Johnny scooted closer, staying on the ground and sniffing at you cautiously. One of Ghost's massive hands laced into a well maintained mohawk, tugging tight until he calmed down. The pain grounded him, a reminder that Simon was there, that he wasn't being replaced. "Fer me?" Johnny asked, taking another deep inhale along the skin of your thigh where is dangled over Simon's arm.

Ghost hummed, the sound pulling another whine from Johnny's throat. "Smells s'good." He whispered, eyes dilating as he crawled closer. "She's pure bonnie, Sir."

Straddling Simon's boot, rutting mindlessly against his shin while taking in deep huffs of your skin, Johnny couldn't wait to play with you.

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lesservillain · 7 months

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borrowing.

Steve wasn't a pervert.

Sure, he's done some unsavory things in his younger years that he's not proud of. But he's never been the type to take advantage of a woman. He's not like some of his guy friends who look down women's shirts or touched someone without their permission.

Call him a pussy or a feminist, but that shit makes him sick to his stomach.

And yet...

"Fuck your pussy tastes so good."

Steve pants against the crotch of your panties. The fabric hugs his face tight as he breathes in your scent, his nose tenting the cotton fabric. His lips hold the crotch between them as he sucks and licks the damp material until your juices coat his tongue and then some.

His eyes open for a moment, looking out the leg hole to check his surroundings for bystanders. His beemer sits in the far corner of the YMCA facing the back of a gas station. It's not where he had originally parked when he arrived for his work out today. A work out he didn't even get to, all because he bumped into you.

He's noticed you ever since he got the membership with Robin. Their goal was to attend 3 days a week together per Robin's request. Something about wanting not wanting to gain the freshman fifteen when she started her semester.

But school quickly became overwhelming for her and Steve found himself going to the gym by himself.Without Robin to distract him, Steve started paying attention to some of the people at the gym.

It was just a couple passing glances at first, not wanting to be one of those guys who stares at girls while they work out. He couldn't deny you were beautiful though. And when you approached him one day after it was just you and him in the gym, he felt that there was chemistry between the two of you. You laughed at his dumb jokes, engaged him with personal questions...hell you even touched his arm with your hand.

Your friendliness expanded beyond that day, too. If he didn't say hi to you first, you were approaching him to wish him a good workout. You'd even brought him "counter productive" donuts one day because he said he loved the local shop.

It was safe to say Steve had become completely head over heels for you over the last few months. And he totally has plans to ask you out. He really does. But, after all the failed dates he had been on since high school...he was almost afraid to jinx what the two of you had going on.

Today was going to be the day though. Or...it was supposed to be.

He was running late getting to the gym this morning, bad traffic on the commute to drop Robin off to her classes put him an hour behind schedule. So as he pushed through the YMCA doors with haste, silently praying to himself that you'd not left yet, he accidentally ran full speed into a body as they were leaving.

"Woah!"

Steve recognized your voice. It pulls him out of his head, focusing on your frame before him. He's bummed to see you in your work uniform, obviously done with your work out for the day.

"Sorry I didn't mean to almost knock you down," he apologizes, looking you over to make sure you're okay.

"It's okay," you reassure him, your bright smile making his heart ache. "I thought I wasn't going to see you today, so running into me is better than nothing!"

"Ugh, yeah, I really was trying to get here earlier but traffic and--and, life! Ya know?"

You nod sweetly. "Totally!"

"Yeah..." Steve's heart thumped in his chest. He didn't need to suffer through a whole work out routine before asking you out. He could ask you out right now. And if you rejected him, he'd be able to walk away and inevitably cancel his gym membership since he'd never be able to show his face again in this establishment.

Or, you would say yes, and he could walk you to your car so you could give him your number on a napkin you keep in your glove box in case of emergencies.

"Well, I guess I'll see you on Friday," you say after a beat of silence. Steve felt the words on the tip of his tongue. But, when your hand landed on his arm with a squeeze, he froze in place. All he could muster was a weak goodbye before you were pushing out the second set of double doors and walking to your car.

He waited to make sure you got in okay before letting out the breath he had been holding. His head slumped in defeat. What happened to the crown that sat on his head when he was in high school? Was it because he wanted something real with you?

There wasn't much dwelling on the subject as a bundle of pink just a few inches away from his feet caught his eye. Steve's eyebrow quirked, and he crouched down to grab...whatever it was.

The material felt soft but wet in his hands. He cringed a bit until the material unfurled in his hands, revealing to be a pair of pink, skimpy panties. The initial shock had him almost dropping the panties, but a split second closer look had him twitching slightly in his pants.

The underwear was yours. They must have fallen out of your gym bag when he bumped into you.

He knew they were yours because he'd see them peaking out of your work out shorts when you were bending down to tie your shoe. He didn't look on purpose, you'd just happened to have stopped in front of him and he saw them. He told himself it was on purpose when he touched himself that night, but deep down he knew it wasn't.

The door almost came off its hinges with how hard he pulled it open, making a bee line to his car. He slammed the car door shut and locked it, giving a quick look around before he was ducking down just out of view.

He breathed in deeply as he inhaled the scent of your panties, exhaling with a groan as your smell infiltrated his nostrils. It felt like he took a hit from a drug. He could practically taste you on his tongue when he went in for another sniff.

Flipping the underwear so that the crotch was resting between his hands, Steve's mouth watered at the sight of the creamy white that painted the pink fabric. His tongue darted out slightly, eyes darting around again as the nerves set in. This wasn't like Steve, but he blamed the way you drive him crazy on the dirty thoughts that were running through his head.

Just as he was about to act on them, the sight of a person walking out of the building had him hesitating. He placed your panties in his passenger seat and started his car, moving to the back of the building in a far off spot that was less traveled and slamming it into park.

Once the coast was clear, Steve wasted no time bringing his tongue to your underwear and lapping at it messily. He whined as your taste hit his tongue, and suddenly his pants were way too tight on his crotch.

This wasn't like him he thought to himself. Not that he hadn't had a hook up or two out by Lover's Lake. But to do what he was considering in such a public place went against his morals...

Your panties sit between Steve's teeth as he undoes his belt. He has to scoot his seat back or else his hard cock will just bump against the steering wheel. He pumps himself a few times in his hand, squeezing some of his precum out of his tip and using is to lube himself.

Steve sucks in a breath as he starts to fist himself. He holds the panties against his face as he begins to imagine your pussy on his face. His imagination runs wild as he thinks about all the ways he would eat you out, your pussy right in his face waiting for him to run his tongue through.

"Such a pretty pussy," he says to himself.

Without much thinking, he pauses his jerking to take the panties and stretch them out, hooking under his chin and pulling them until they're taught over his face.

With his free hand, he's able to cup his sensitive balls as he jerks himself with more vigor. He doesn't know how long he's at it, too engulfed in his pleasure to care about the passing time. All he can think about is making you cum all over his face and thanking you after.

Steve's hips buck into his hands. He can feel his climax approaching, his hand focusing on his tip as he brings himself to the edge.

Just as he's about to come, Steve pulls your panties off of his face and wraps them about his cock. He does the best he can to aim for the crotch where he has completely saturated it with it with his own saliva, cumming hard into the bunched up fabric.

After a moment of coming down, Steve slumps back into his seat. Guilt begins to wash over him as he looks at the sticky mess he's turned your sweet pink panties into. How could he even face you, let alone ask you out after what he's done?

Steve shoved your underwear into his gym bag. He didn't think he could give them back, even if the thought of you wearing them after he's cum in them made him almost half hard again. He would just throw them away in a dumpster somewhere...or he could wash them and--

thanks for reading.

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bitchesgetriches · 7 months

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Cameron has never been the sharpest tool in the shed. It was because of his sheer lack of observation skills that he ended up at The Golden Body gym— a gym he had never even signed for. Cameron had signed up for Silver Barbells instead, but that didn’t stop him from waltzing right in without a care in the world. Fortunately for him, the staff at Golden Body were incredibly understanding and patient in explaining Cameron’s mistake to him. They were even kind enough to give him a free workout for the day without him having an official membership with Golden Body!

Unfortunately, however, the people behind Golden Body held a very serious principle when it came to their clientele. The Golden Body gym was made by Black people, for Black people, and Cameron with his pale peach skin simply did not fit the bill. But despite this, the front desk staff let Cameron in knowing that the problem would resolve itself one way or another.

Once Cameron was done hitting arms, he decided to spend some time in the gym’s steam room before heading home. Cameron stripped down to just his underwear and a towel, then walked over to the room. He was ecstatic to find it was empty. Score! He was greeted by a staff member who held the door open for him.

“Welcome sir, we hope you enjoy our steam room.”

Cameron thanked the staff and helped himself in. He cranked the temperature level up, then took a seat against the wooden bench. As he waited for the heat to kick in, Cameron took a few deep breaths. Within just a few minutes, he was starting to sweat. He closed his eyes, took off his towel, and leaned back against the wall as he let the steam room melt away his fatigue. As he relaxed, an alarming amount of steam began to flood the steam room. A spirit had entered the room posing as steam. It had completely enveloped Cameron, but he was too busy enjoying the heat to notice. The spirit wrapped itself around Cameron’s legs as it slowly crept up to his groin. Once there, it began entering Cameron’s body through his dick.

“Aww fuck!!”

Cameron threw his head back in pleasure as his body seized from the warm sensation spreading around in his junk. He was in too much pleasure to move, giving the ghastly steam the opportunity to fully invade his body. The spirit continued swimming down Cameron’s flaccid member and into his testicles. His balls began to swell up in size as more and more of the spirit occupied his body. Once the spirit took control over his nuts, it overwrote his body’s original programming. Instead of making Cameron’s cum, the spirit forced his balls to start producing its old DNA instead. Cameron’s body began to produce an obscene amount of semen, causing his balls to hang low as they grew heavy with cum. Cameron writhed as he felt his reproduction system working overtime under the spirit’s command.

Once his balls were full, the spirit started redirecting its DNA into the rest of Cameron’s body, causing his body to transform as a result. His pale skin began to gradually darken. The spirit's DNA pumping throughout Cameron's body had tricked it into producing more melanin. At the same time, his quads and thighs grew in size. They became well-toned with muscle. Cameron shifted in his seat. His ass blew up like a balloon until he had a nice, perky bubble butt to call hus own. His cock grew in size too. Cameron already had a respectable size, but the spirit wanted its new vessel to have its 8 inch endowment too. His dick stretched out and swelled up with girth until it hung low under its own weight. Between his new hung like a horse cock and balls as well as a fat ass, Cameron’s underwear were now a size too small for him. He had an obscene bulge protruding from his Calvin Klein briefs thanks to his new endowment, though ill-fitting underwear was the least of Cameron’s worries.

Cameron kept his head hung back and his mouth wide open as the lower half of his body transformed, which provided the spirit another entrance into his body. The spirit wasted no time in entering Cameron through his mouth, sending additional waves of warmth reverberating throughout his body. Once inside, Cameron’s torso began to transform too. His ab lines became increasingly visible as layers of stubborn body fat melted off his body. One by one, his abdominals popped out into an aesthically pleasing six pack. His chest swelled up with size until he had a set of plump, heavy pecs. His pecs were soft and squishy, making them perfect to grab and squeeze. But once Cameron flexed his chest muscles, his pecs became firm with muscle, perfect for pec popping.

His arms were impacted by the spirit's transformation too. Cameron always had biceps, but he could never get them to grow in size. Thankfully, the spirit had no problem forcing the muscle tissues in his arms to rapidly break down and repair. Everytime they did, Cameron’s biceps grew just a little bigger than before until he had impressive, well-sculpted cannons to call his own. Between the heat radiating off his body due to transforming and having just worked out arms, Cameron’s armpit smell became particularly potent. The smell of his own musk filled his nose and caused him to smile from the delightful scent. Cameron flexed both arms and helped himself to more of his own smell.

After Cameron’s body had been completely transformed, the spirit only had one last thing to do: take control. From inside Cameron’s body, the spirit began moving upwards until it reached his head. Once there, the spirit slammed itself into Cameron’s brain and possessed his mind.

"Umphhh.. nghhhh..."

Cameron jolted from the impact. Within minutes, he felt his very own sense of identity changing into the spirit that possessed him. Memories, opinions, likes, dislikes, everything was changing to match the spirit's identity. As it happened, the increasing levels of melanin in Cameron's body caused his face to transform too. His overall skin color had darekened until he looked undeniably like a Black man. His jawline grew sharper along with his cheek bones. His teeth whitened until he had the perfect smile. The slight dusting of body hair Cameron had had fallen off. Meanwhile, facial hair began growing in on his once completely smooth face. A mustache and goatee grew in, completely Cameron’s new look as a lightskin fuck boy. It was complete, now Cameron had an all new identity that matched the preferred clientele of The Golden Body gym.

"Whewww fuckk man.... Having a body feels so damn good...!" Cam said to himself in a deep voice. He massaged his throat with every word he said. The sensation of having a voice was almost erotic for a former spirit like him. As he took the time to look over his new body, another man had entered the steam room.

"Hey wassup man! Sheeeeesh you looking fine as hell!" The man said to him. Cam grinned, then dapped him up.

"Nah nah, that's all you bro!! Care to join me, sexy?"

The two Black men then proceeded to spend some time sweating in the steam room together. From their not so subtle looks of admiration at each other, it was clear the two men had other intentions in mind. It only took a minute before Cam leaned in for a kiss, more than ready to break in his newly possessed body in the sauna.

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gremlingottoosilly · 11 months

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Stranger danger (slasher!Konig x fem!Reader)

You never wanted to go to this stupid party. Turns out, you were right all along - it doesn't save you from this weird guy in a Ghostface mask though. Warnings and tags: Non-con, size difference, knives, slasher-y, slight degradation, obsessive Konig, yandere Konig, praise kink Word count: 3069 AO3

You told your friends you didn’t want to go to this stupid party. No one cared. You asked them for at least a funny group costume, and everyone agreed – only to bail at the fucking party, so you were the only one who went as a freaking ant from that one extremely sad meme. With a little handkerchief on a stick and everything. No one got it.

You told your friends that you wouldn’t want to get drunk unless they would be with you because, honestly, college parties are the worst, and you don’t want anyone to get roofied. They left you by the snack table, making you eat smarties and occasional chips like salt counts don’t exist.

You were munching on a particularly tough pretzel – the packaging was saying something in German, as exotic as this college could fucking get without being too scared of spices – when The Guy dropped himself on the couch next to you.

Yes, The Guy – because you were in no right to call him just a guy, a dude, a lil’ bro, or anything like that. He was way over 6 feet, probably creeping on being the new form of a fancy light post, and built like a bear that was eating nothing but protein and particularly tasty American tourists. Dressed in all black, very original, he must love spending time in various shops and choosing between 50 shadows of the same dark attire.

At this point, you were not surprised that he was wearing a Ghostface mask. At this point, you lost all of your capabilities to be surprised – only slightly intrigued, perhaps, and a little bit aroused when he manspreaded his legs and pushed his knee right against your leg, not stopping until he crammed you to the corner of a sofa. How the one man could take so much space, you had no idea. What he was eating to grow up this big – also.

He looked like at least three frat boys from a sports team crammed together in one body. Tight muscles that could be seen even through the bagginess of his clothes – you aren’t sure if you could survive looking at his pecks without wanting to give up all of your life earnings for a gym membership.

— Hey.

A master of flirting, you just needed someone to talk to.

The Guy didn’t respond.

You frowned – a typical college boy would already try to flirt with you, probably getting you drunk to get an easy lay for the next 10 seconds of pure physical exercise. If he wasn’t interested in a conversation, he probably shouldn’t have sat in your corner – unless he wanted to steal snacks, of course. Something in his figure told you that he would be a freaking hurricane in the snack aisle.

He smells like metal – weird, you think. Not like you wanted to smell him, of course not. You were just crammed in a really tight place against his shoulders, your nose forced to press into his shirt and inhale the deep scent of some generic perfume, a surprising hint at laundry detergent and cleaning supplies – and, of course, said metal.

You expected sweat and cheap booze – but this means it smells like a butcher and a cleaning lady at the same time.

To closer observation, he looked…nervous, almost. Hands fidgeting with a fake knife that he probably snatched from some Halloween supply shop – it’s surprisingly heavy looking, without that cheap shine that a lot of Ghostface costume knives have, and you feel almost endeared by the way he fidgets and spins the knife in his hands. Still, somehow, he looked anxious.

— Are you alright?

He continues to sit here silently. You fight the savior instinct inside of you, reminding yourself that you do not need to nurse and mother a grown-up college boy who is probably too high to talk right now or simply dozed off in his mask with no one to notice this – but still, something in his hunched posture made you feel…soft. Tender. This, or you’re too drunk to not be a doting mommy, since all of your friends ditched you and your sad ant cosplay to be slutty fish sticks.

— Ja, I’m fine.

German accent. This is a surprise for a college boy at this party. Guys who are usually visiting those places can barely speak English, so knowing German with that perfect weird accent of his makes you feel…things. Never too much for accents, you still sat a bit closer, your face pressed against his shoulder. Cheek smashed on his skin – he doesn’t say anything about extreme physical contact. You’re surprised at your own confidence.

— From which program are you?

— What?

— Like…which school. What do you study?

He paused. Flicks the knife in his hands – from this angle, it looks way too sharp for a simple plastic knife. Guy must be a crazy cosplayer who spends hours on trying to make foam and metallic paint look this realistic – you admire this level of nerdiness a little bit. With this skill, he could be more than a generic Ghostface.

He shrugs, leaving you without an answer. Alright, not much of a talker. Probably from computing, STEM boys always act like contact with females would make them pregnant.

— Are you enjoying the party?

— Ja.

— You came alone?

— Ja.

— What do you…alright, just tell me if I’m annoying. I’ll stop bothering you.

He chuckles – your cheeks are immediately heated when he presses his hand closer to your thigh. The actions is suggestive, and you don’t quite…don’t quite mind it. You always had a thing for masks, and his body resembles the one of a greek statue – you wouldn’t want to pass on this opportunity. Definitely not for sex, not the type to hook up with a random boy on Halloween, but maybe a sloppy makeout and some number exchange would take place.

König had different plans.

Honestly, you made it too fucking easy for him. Good girl, polite girl, nice girl who actually fucking asked him if he was alright because his hands were shaking from the adrenaline he got from killing some weird asshole trying to get a drunk girl in his bed. He was shaking because he knew he’d get away with it – there were so many drugs on the venue, police wouldn’t even want to open this rathole and try to search for a killer in that random ass city he got on a break after the latest contract.

You made it too easy – your weird costume, your sad face, and your attempts at caring for him actually made his blood boil from excitement, and his nerves(and his dick, throbbing in that baggy black pants) stir. You tucked in the corner, all by yourself, surrounded by loud noises and intoxicated people who couldn’t give less shit about your safety. He can slit your throat, and everyone would think it’s a costume.

He can…and he can also take a little treat for having such a good last mission. Might even take you with him if you’d promise to be a good girl and don’t fight him in the trunk of his car.

You can’t even scream when he pushes his hands on your throat, squeezing. You wanted to, he knew by the look in your eyes that there was a fire inside of you – so he extinguished it as fast as he possibly could, laughing at your pathetic attempts at fighting him off. Just like your friends, you are weirdly easy for him to handle. Just a bunch of drunk college mates, nothing compared to his experience. He’d say that he stood too low, so crazy on his leave, that he decided to search for the easiest prey imaginable, but sometimes you need to choose yourself and find some easy hobbies that you can partake in without taking too much from your psychological sources.

Sometimes, you just need to kill a bunch of drugged students and take home one of them – for mental health reasons. Konis is sure that KorTac would allow him to take you to the base if he’d prove that you are his psychological support pet. Maybe he could even share you with some of his officers as a treat. You’d be so sweet for Krueger, he can tell just from that terrified look on your face when he pushes his hands further, blocking your windpipe.

König is strong – stronger than anyone you know, probably. He knows how to use this strength for the better and for worse, and he isn’t afraid of pushing a bit too far, not enough to break you, but just freaking perfect to make you dazed and turn your brain into mush. So sweet for him, such tasty little noises and scratches of your nails on his gloved hands. He must leave some marks on you later since you’re so sweet to him now.

— Not so talkative now, Schatzi?

You squirm, trying to punch him right in his dick, and he only moans when your knees are jerking in a poor attempt at kicking his balls. If anything, it feels like a really nice massage. So fucking obedient for him, he can’t even imagine how cute you’ll look chained to his bed, forced to play his little girlfriend while he is searching for your friends to finish them off.

Taking off your clothes is ridiculously easy. Even while you decided not to wear a slutty costume for Halloween, the cheap fabric isn’t a good barrier between him and his desire to freaking crush you – he exposes your breasts, covering them with one of his hands right about now, keeping his other hand firmly seated on your throat. You whimper and cry as he plays with your soft buds, making them harden, undoubtedly creating a pool in your shorts. God, you’re beautiful like this.

He actually grieves wearing a mask that can’t be moved this easily – he’d love to munch on your breasts, to try your nipples with his tongue, and roll his teeth over your soft mounds. He can’t, not right now, at least – you’re not nearly broken enough not to tell the police about his face, and he doesn’t want you to close your eyes. Need to make sure you’ll see every inch of his dick.

His rough gloves are creating a weird but pleasurable pressure on your buds – you whine and sob as he pushes his hands to stimulate you more, not caring that you don’t want it. Tugging and teasing with his fingertips, you actually feel like you’re going crazy just from the way he is playing with your breasts. Pushing from side to side, touching soft flesh, not even allowing you to moan as every time you try to open your mouth, he grips your throat tighter.

When he is finally done playing with your boobs, you can almost feel bruises forming from his rough touches. You whine when he goes to rip your shorts – his touches feel like lava spreading between your legs, no matter how much you wanted him to stop, your tongue never came to actually beg him for it.

To his delight, you are soaking.

Your pretty pussy on full display for him – twitching and squeezing for nothing, poor thing, he might as well just push the finger already, stretching you out just enough to let you feel the burn without breaking you. König would love to just push his dick inside without all of these dancing around nothing, but he is aware of his size – and very, very aware of yours. Little things might not be as small as he likes to think you are, but you’re freaking tiny compared to him. Weak and fragile, you have no fucking excuse to just parade yourself like men around you aren’t a bunch of wolves that would love to rip you apart and fuck what remains.

You can barely breathe while he pushes his fingers inside, just one digit is enough to make you squirm under him. You’re wet, pussy damp from all of the juices – lack of oxygen makes you dumber, pliable, make you his best little thing in the world. A girl like you has no business going to parties and whoring yourself to a bunch of early alcoholics – you should stay at home, his home, cooking him dinner and warming his dick. Cleaning his knife after he’d gut some dumb fuck, making sure to get your tongue into all the sharp edges.

Scheisse, just the thought makes him harder than ever. Perhaps he needs to stop playing the nice guy and finally give you the pounding you deserve.

Tired of just holding his hand on your throat, he forces the blade of his knife to take its place. Not nearly enough to cut your skin, but a constant reminder – if you’re a bad girl and would try to escape, he might slit your fucking throat as easily as butter. If you’re a good girl, unlike your friends, he might just take you with him. What a beautiful option.

One finger turns to two very quickly – and, since he doesn’t stop you from moaning and talking, you finally gain your voice back. Poor girl, too dumb to understand that all of your little threats and cries and everything is just a fucking delight to his ears. Might as well record it for his alarm clock.

— Get…get off me!

Such a strong words for such a weak girl. He’d spank you right away, but his fingers are too busy playing with your folds, smearing your juices all over your clit and trembling pussy. You’re dripping like a slut, and it busts his ego – a fancy college girl like you, so wet and needy for a nasty criminal. He knows how to treat you right and has all the resources for it – but somehow, it feels like you’d enjoy being treated like his doll.

He can be sweet after he has fucked you raw.

— Please, you can’t…I won’t tell anyone if you just stop, I promise!

— Shatzi, why do you think I’d let you go after this?

— I…I will scream.

— Ja, you can scream. Do this for me, please.

He laughs as he plunges in, giving you sweet seconds to become accustomed to the feeling of his dick impaling you. Bulging in the outline of your soft tummy, another boost to his ego – just to think, he was so anxious about crashing this party, knowing it would be filled with prissy students who all get to live the life he dreamed of, but you made it all worth it. You’re sweet and fiery, and you grip him like a glove. No matter how wet you were and how much pre-cum he had leaked, you’re still tight for him. Too tight.

You scream when he plunges it, and you continue to scream when he pushes deeper, further, when he moves back a little bit, only to push forward again. His hand finds your clit, never stopping until you’re squirming and crying full-on under him. Such a shame he can’t kiss you, not with this stupid mask – he can only play with your slit and push a knife against your throat over and over again, never allowing the adrenaline in your system to run dry.

Over and over, pushing you further and further until he plunged inside fully – you’re so puffy around him, your pussy lips swollen and spread for him, your clit is throbbing from the pleasure he gives you. Getting you off like that is easy for him – but he has to make sure he isn’t taking it too far, not with how warm and tight you are. He hates being in a position of weakness, but you’re just so perfect, he can’t help but push further and further until you are a sobbing mess and he is on the edge of orgasm.

He forces himself to be slower, his pushes are more and more deliberate – he doesn’t want to cum so fast, even though the mix of your sobs and his adrenaline high from the killing almost makes it impossible. He doesn’t want to stop like this, so fucking easy, but you’re so welcoming and cute and…

— Please, please, don’t…don’t come inside, I’m not on the pill, I’m…

God, you’re so sweet for him. Did the devil finally give him his gift for Halloween?

He laughs as you sob softly, pushes you more and more, and your poor pussy is getting stretched far beyond its limits. He steals this orgasm from your decency, robs you of any accountability – you just lay here, under him, receiving his dick like a good girl you are. Couldn’t have it any other way, just wanted to have you pinned under his body forever.

Your orgasm is crushing, painful in a way – you're all too sensitive for a dick this large to impale you, you sob, and you cry, begging for him to stop before he’d cum inside. Your biggest nightmare is alive when he pushes the knife away from your throat, squeezing it again just so he can cum in the tightness of your hole.

He stays like this, connected to your deepest parts, for a good few minutes, dumb out after the orgasm. You try to squirm from under him, but he only laughs, slowly pushing away from your body. Just one load is enough to make your pussy all messy and even more wet. You’re so dirty for him, it’s actually impossible not to love you even more when you’re like this, dumb and sensitive and so, so fucking cute.

His cum drips from your overflown pussy, pearly white liquid stuffs you ever so perfectly, König laughs, putting his clothes back together and getting one last look at your ruined hole, clenching around nothing. You can’t even talk at this point, poor thing – just how can he leave you here to be found by your perverted friends who would only take advantage of you?

It’s only natural that he sneaks your limp body through the window, holding you like a beloved possession while he is getting in his car.

It’s only natural that you fall asleep in his arms, your pussy stuffed so full, he just knows that he’ll add to the mess once he’d get rid of the body of a dumb college guy he killed moments ago.

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