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cutestlittlekoi · 3 years
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It was the morning after their...interaction. Alexis sat at the kitchen table, silently eating their breakfast, waiting for Xander to come downstairs. Her legs still trembled from the night before, but she tried to ignore it. Her bruises ached something fierce. She heard footsteps. Movement. From upstairs. Her whole body tensed, causing her to wince in pain from her soreness. She was so lost in her discomfort she didn't realize the 6 foot toned figure that stared at her while leaning against the doorway.
"Does it hurt?"
Alexis jumped at his voice, looking frantically up at him. She locked eyes, before quickly looking back down at her lap, fiddling with her hands.
"I-I didn't realize you came down yet." Her voice shook, heart filled with anxiety. Xander rolled his eyes, moving towards her. He sat down in the chair across from her. Staring bullets into her body.
"Look at me."
She sheepishly looked up to his face, swallowing harshly.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. But we have to talk about last night." He assured her, taking a more gentle voice on.
"W-What's there to talk a-about," Alexis lowered her head in shame,"you proved your point, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. But I wanna be able to prove my point a lot more after this." He sighed, shifting in his seat.
"What are you getting at? You want me to be your fuck buddy?? Is that all you want from me?" She snapped harshly, feeling a rising anger from his words. "I'm not gonna be just your toy. You can't go from harassing me and making my life hell to getting in my pants every night!" Alexis shot up from her chair, storming off towards the stairs.
"Well maybe if you didn't act like such a stuck up bitch all the time, you'd see I want to be with you now."
She whipped around to face Xander, fuming.
"1 night sleeping with you doesn't make up for years of fucking torment, dipshit. I don't understand why you can never leave me alone, why you always have to have the jump on me." She began to tear up."For once, I want to live in peace without you breathing down my neck like I'm just a play thing to you!"
Xander looked at her, a cold stare taking shape in his face. Alexis let out shaky breaths, her clenched fist leaving indentions from her nails. Xander sighed, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair.
"Would you just listen to me?" He stared at her, his blank look taking on a more thoughtful tone."Just hear me out. Ok? Let me fix this."
She stared at him, hesitant to approach him. Finally, Alexis took small steps towards him, calmly finding her seat next next to him once again.
"Thank you." Silence filled the space between them as he searched for the right words.
"I put you through a lot of shit. I know I did. I'm a dick. I know. You didn't deserve anything. But I still did it because I thought it was funny. I was amused by how far I could push you around and how much you took."
He attempted to make eye contact but she looked down, avoiding his gaze. He scooted closer, carefully reaching out his hand to lift her chin to make sure she was listening. Alexis' eyes showed sign of fear and intimidation, but deep inside there was a glint of understanding and hopefulness. Xander smiled, knowing he was getting through somewhat.
"Please let me show you that there is good to me. I want to make up all those years of hell. Please, pup?"
The sudden pet name made her perk up, a sniffle breaking her silence.
"Do....do you promise you aren't lying? Pinky promise??" Alexis practically begged. Xander chuckled, rubbing her cheek and soothing her.
"Pinky promise, pup."
At last, she broke her resisting demeanor and latched onto Xander's chest. Sitting in his lap, she hugged him tighter than she hugged her own parents, scared to let go. He wrapped his arms around her lower back, letting his head fall into her neck. He left light kisses along her crook, sending chills down her spine and giving her goosebumps. Alexis quickly shyed away, worried he'd find it strange. Xander caught on to her sudden bashfulness, laying his hand against her cheek and bringing his face down to hers.
"Can I, doll?" He asked with pleading eyes, dying to taste her once again. She nodded, feeling his lips collapse against hers. Her cunt throbbed at the sudden contact. She's never craved this kind of intimacy so badly from someone. Quickly become heated, she found herself on top of him on the living room couch. Her head swirled, dizzy with excitement. Xander panted, pulling away from her kiss. He felt his cock pulse more and more with each passing minute. He wanted to be inside her so bad. He needed her sweet cunt so badly again. He reached to the hem of her shirt, looking to her for permission. Alexis nodded, allowing him to take off her clothing one item at a time. Soon she was bare on top of him, feeling a sudden shyness and heat take over her whole body. She quickly looked down, only to lock eyes on his growing cock. Her cunt dripped onto his jeans, showing her obvious anticipation. Xander took no time to pull hisself free from his confined pants, hissing at the cold air but relaxing when greeted with the heat of Alexis' slick entrance. He rubbed his hands up and down her hips, eyeing her beautiful figure. She rested her hands on his chest, allowing him to guide her to his tip. He looked at her face, catching her attention.
“Do what you want, Doll. Today’s about you, ok?” He smiled, rubbing her cheek before placing it back on her hip. Alexis nodded, preparing herself. She slowly let her herself down, feeling a burn as she stretched wider to fit Xander inside of her. Alexis whimpered as she took the rest of his length. Xander kissed her forehead, whispering praises to her as encouragement. Soon, she began lifting herself up and back down, beginning to bounce on his cock. Moans leaked out of her mouth as she found herself in a trance. Xander grabbed her hips, assisting her, watching as her perfect cunt swallowed his cock. He became breathless at the sight, his cock throbbing and aching for her.
“Fuck yes, come on, pup.” Xander threw his head back, feeling euphoric. Alexis continued to use his cock, the knot in her stomach growing bigger and bigger.
“X-X-Xan-nder~” She struggled to speak, so enveloped by his moans and perfect dick. She cried out for him, screaming his name as he dug his nails into her sides, stomach tightening and cock throbbing. It wasn’t long before Alexis collapsed into his chest, begging to cum, pleading so desperately.
“P-Please sir, pl-pleas-se sir, le-let me c-c-cum~” It was too irresistible to say no to. Who was he to deny her?
“Fuck, please, cum on my cock, please doll, make a mess on me. Fuck.” Xander spoke into Alexis’ ear so she knew it was ok. Soon, she cried out his name a final time, followed by a string of praises and “thank you”s. Xander couldn’t hold back after such a pretty display either. Making sure to paint her as his, he held her hips as far as they could go, feeling his hot cum fill her small hole up. After a recovery break, Xander left to go collect a towel and extra clothes to bring back. When he returned in fresh clothes, he helped clean Alexis up, dressing her in some of his boxers and a tshirt of his. Taking a nearby blanket, he picked her up, wrapping it around her and laying her down to rest on his chest.
“Xander?”
“Yes, doll?”
“…what are we?”
“…”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-“
Xander kissed her forehead, squeezing his arms around her.
“We’re perfect, pup. A perfect pair, a perfect couple. Just give it some time, ok?”
“Ok.”
She snuggled into his hold, falling asleep not long after. He signed, holding her close, laying his head back, feeling peace flood his body.
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cutestlittlekoi · 3 years
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"You're such a fucking brat."
Xander aggressively slammed his door, leaving Alexis in the hallway alone, fist clenched, face red in embarrassment.
Roommates. They suck. Especially when your roommate happens to be your high school bully.
Alexis was everyones favorite. Endless friends, lunch dates, swooning boys, and academic achievements was her daily life. Xander was the, per say, 'bad boy' stereotype. All the girls loved him. He got his dick wet almost daily, building a reputation for himself. Athletic, attractive, smart, but only used it for trouble. And that's what he found when he met Alexis. What a perfect target for his daily abuse. Constant shoves in the hallways, jokes about their appearance, pinches and flicks that evolved into harassment. An honest dick, in general. Years of torment she put up with. Until finally Alexis was free. High school graduation came and went, Alexis found a career path in video editing and photography, using skating professionally and an undercover OnlyFans account as extra cash on the side. Of course, being on her own for the first time was scary, so in order to combat loneliness and financial strain, she looked for a roommate. Finally, she came across an ad, desperate for anyone. It only took 2 days of planning before she moved in, excited to find out the house was only some old high school buddies. Little did she know, that included Xander. Right across the hall from her. On the second story. That no one else inhabited but the two of them. Ironic, right? Relishing in their high school days, Xander took his opportunity to make Alexis' life hell more than it already was. He stopped laundry mid wash, unplug her monitors and equipment, leave her cameras on to drain the batteries, move her personal stuff from cabinets, and "misplace" her chargers. Finally, Alexis had enough when he found out about her private OnlyFans and threatened to leak her identity.
"How do you think your parents will feel about that? Your clientele? All your little friends? Hell, even your own roommates? You think they'll want that kind of attention here?" Xander laughed sadistically, facing the teary-eyed girl that stood before him.
"I...You...Just..." She stumbled over her words, threatening to break at any moment.
"Aww, what? Are you gonna cry? How fucking pathetic. You're so sad, just a little loser, huh?"
That was it. Something snapped in her. The teasing, the harassment, the torture, the constant fighting. It finally got to her. She looked up at Xander, feeling a new found anger and confidence all in one.
"Fuck you."
"What did you just say to me?"
"Fuck. You. You absolute pathetic piece of shit. You're worth nothing. You look down on others to feel better about yourself! You're nothing but a sniveling, pathetic, unworthy, steaming pile of shit. I hate you."
Xander stared in amazement at her. Did she just stand up to him? No, she wouldn't dare. But she did? What does he do now? He never expected her to snap like that. But he knew one thing. He didn't like it.
"You're such a fucking brat."
Xander aggressively slammed his door, leaving Alexis in the hallway alone, fist clenched, face red in embarrassment. She yelled in frustration and turned and stomped down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, she washed her face, catching her breath. Her roommates were going out of town that day, already having left the house, so it was just her and Xander. But she didn't care right now. She was simply just hoping he'd get the hint and leave her alone for that bit of time.
Stalking back to her room, she sighed, feeling herself get heavy. What was it about him that made her so irritated? She could live without his torment and sleep peacefully at night. But she couldn't bring herself to leave. Why? What was her issue? She didn't want to admit he was attractive, or that she stared at his body when he was shirtless, or that his swearing was occasionally hot, because she was supposed to hate him. But as she laid in bed that night, she couldn't help but feel herself get wet at the idea of him between her legs.
After several minutes, it became unbearable and she had to reach her small hand down to feel herself through her shorts. Her legs ached as she arched her back, a gentle moan escaping her lips. She didn't care about her soft noises, considering Xander would be fast asleep by now and it would be just her. But unbeknownst to her, a particular person was listening. Getting up to get a water bottle, Xander opened his door, taking one step out before he heard a certain noise, quite familiar to him. Not being able to help himself, he quietly crossed the hall to Alexis' door, pressing his ear to it, only to be welcomed by a symphony of whimpers. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes in disgust. Until one of said whimpers included his name. Intrigued, he pressed further, hearing unholy confessions involving him spilling from Alexis' lips. It wasn't before long that he had his own problem to take care of, cursing himself and rushing back to his room to gather his thoughts.
The next morning, life continued as normal. Alexis hopped downstairs, wearing a perfect little skirt, some pretty pink fishnets, knee high cat socks, an oversized tshirt, and a darling choker accented by matching rings on corresponding hands. Bouncing into the kitchen, she leaned against the counter trying to reach the cereal. Only to be outstretched by a larger hand dazzled in rings. She shrunk down, watching as Xander picked it off the shelf, chuckling behind her. It sent chills down her spine. Did she have a newfound attraction to him?? No, no, it can't be. She turned around, coming face to face with the tall man as he towered over her. An intimidation tactic. She gasped as he pushed her up against the counter.
"Well, look who's brave enough to show their face."
Alexis scowled, moving out the side to get away from him. Xander laughed, putting the cereal back on its respective shelf. He leaned against the counter, watching carefully as Alexis crossed the kitchen to open the fridge, getting out a water bottle. As she bends down, he gets a beautiful view of the underside of her thighs and curve of her ass. He smirks, seeing her stand back up, turning around to glare at him as she heads towards the entrance to retreat to her room. Before she gets the chance to escape, Xander grabs her arm. Alexis' turns and stares up at him, startled for a second before she attempts to yank her arm from his grasp. He only tightens his grip, causing her to question him.
"Let me go, what's your deal?"
"Oh, so you don't wanna explain what last night was about?"
She rolls her eyes.
"So what? I stood up to you, get over it."
She turned to exit again, only to be pulled back and slammed back first against the counter. She cried out in pain, pushing against Xander with all her might. But he only grabbed her chin, forcing to make eye contact with him. Alexis whimpered, making Xander chuckle.
"I'm not talking about that, brat."
"W-What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb, bitch. I heard you moaning my name, begging for me. I may be too blind to see it, but I'm definitely not too deaf."
Alexis gasped, turning immediately red. Quickly, she began to struggle, hitting Xander in the stomach. He groaned and backed into the opposing stove, while Alexis made a run for her room. Xander composed himself, and chased after her, catching up quickly. He wrapped an arm around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her into his room. Tossing her on his bed, he turned and locked his door quickly, despite her protest. She quickly backed away further into his bed when he advanced towards her. Grabbing both of her legs, he yanked her back down, his strength winning over hers. Tears formed in her eyes as she covered her face, flustered by her obvious vulnerability to him. He rips her hands away from her face, slapping her before forcing her to look back at him. Dazed, her mouth falls open, allowing him to spit into it. He forces her to close and swallow, tears falling out of her now closed eyes, giving up her fight.
"See, now was that so hard, darling?"
Alexis whimpered in response, letting her arms fall limp next to her.
"Aww, poor darling. Giving in to me." Xander runs his thumb across her bottom lip, eyes glistening in anticipation and excitement.
"God, I wonder what that pretty little mouth feels like." He marvels at her reaction, her eyes flying open and looking at him with fear. He laughs, a sadistic smile coming across his face.
"First, I want to get a taste."
He leans down, gripping her chin, kissing her soft lips. Xander groans into her mouth, making her whimper and her eyes flutter. Her mouth falls open again out of pleasure, letting him slip his tongue in. He chuckles against her lips. How easy it was to overpower her. Eventually, he pulls away, a trail of saliva still connecting the two. Alexis pants, feeling herself get wet from the minimal contact. She goes to reach her hand down to her aching cunt, only to be slapped again by Xander. He growls at her, while she winces in pain, tears streaming from her eyes once again.
"Don't you fucking dare. I tell you when you can touch, understand?"
She absentmindedly nods her head. Still in a trance, she snaps out of her head, only to find she's on the floor. Her knees touch the soft carpet, as she sits back in her heels. She gently tilts her head up, greeted by Xander's hand caressing her stinging, red cheek.
"Now, precious, I want you to show me what you can offer me. If you do good enough, I'll let you have my cock."
Alexis whimpers at his words, agreeing to his terms. Xander takes the invitation, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans. Once done, he sets his belt on the bed, saving it for later. He reaches down, rubbing his bulge over his boxers, his cold rings stinging against his burning, thinly clothed skin. Alexis watches with lidded eyes, mouth watering at the sight. How is she turned on by this? It was wrong. Yet, she needed it. She wanted it. But she'd never openly admit it. Or so she thinks.
"Open up, I'm gonna use that pretty little tongue to my liking, understand?"
Alexis dutifully opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Xander quickly pulled his throbbing cock out, gently stroking himself. Precum dripped from his tip, showing his excitement. Soon, Xander was forcing his shaft down Alexis' throat, feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groans, leaning his head back as his fists her hair. Tears well in her eyes, but from how big he is this time. He begins using her mouth to his pleasure, shoving his cock down her throat, fucking it to his liking. Moans fill the room as he pants out curses. Alexis feels herself getting wetter and wetter, soaking her pretty pink panties, legs aching from desperation. Finally, after several minutes, Xander pulls out of her mouth, panting and breathing heavily as his cock pulses from the lack of contact. He picks Alexis up, forcing her down on the bed. He reaches into his adjacent night stand, pulling out his pretty little pistol. Alexis' eyes widen as she gasps. Xander whips around, gently shushing her, putting the gun against her stomach.
"It's ok, pretty. I'm not gonna hurt ya. If, you listen to me like a good girl."
She whimpers a quick agreement, fear paralyzing her body. Xander reaches his free hand down, pulling her soaked panties to the side, rubbing up and down her slit. Alexis moans and arches her back, rolling her eyes and whimpering as Xander presses the gun further against her. He pressed his tip against her entrance, feeling her body tense up. He chuckles lightly, running the gun down to her lower stomach, pressing firmly.
"Let me in, pretty."
Alexis quickly relaxes, eyes closing tightly as she grips the sheets. Slowly, Xander pushes in, grunting when he hits her cervix only 2/3 inside of her.
"Oh, aren't you just a tiny little thing?" He groans, feeling her cunt clench around him.
"That's it baby, come on."
Xander begins sliding in and out of her slick hole, and before long, moans flood the room. He looks up to see Alexis completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Drool leaks from her mouth, eyes lidded, moans and pants flowing out of her mouth like words. Completely in Xander’s hands. He picks up speed, hitting all of her soft spots expertly, cussing loudly when she tightens around him, whimpering his name. Soon, she starts arching her back, pressing against the gun, fisting the sheets, crying out for Xander. He gathers that she’s cumming, feeling her gush around his cock. He restrains himself from cumming solely from that, trying to enjoy this moment. But he can only try so hard. He moves his hands on either side of Alexis, ditching the gun on the bed, and grabbing his belt. He carefully wraps it around Alexis’ throat, tightening it, letting her gasp for air. She lets out an exasperated beg for Xander, making him pull harder. He leaned down to her exposed jawline, biting roughly and leaving a large hickey. He pounds in and out of her faster as he bruises her uncovered neck, leaning up towards her ear.
“I’m close. I want you to cum again, pretty. Understand? I’m gonna fill you up nice and good, ok?”
Alexis moans, not being able to comprehend what he says. It wasn’t long before she was cumming again, screaming out his name, gripping desperately to the bed, gasping for air. It pushed him over the edge, him groaning her name, pushing one final time against her cervix as he bred her sweet cunt. Xander panted, resting his head against her shoulder, eventually pulling out of her. Thoughts flooded his head of what was to come the next day, but oh-fucking-well. All he cared about was cleaning Alexis up, and falling asleep next to her.
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cutestlittlekoi · 3 years
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3 days. 3 fucking days.
Onyx sighed. She had been trapped inside her house for 3 days due to a spike in her towns covid cases. She laid against her bed sheets, head swirling with anxiety and anticipation. Groggily, she picked up her phone. She wanted to stare at something other than her ceiling for awhile.
"Alright. What the fucks goin' on today?"
Scrolling through discord, she suddenly receives a dm from Con. Onyx scoffs.
"Oh great, here we go again."
A little backstory, Onyx HATES Con. Don't get me wrong, she finds him super fucking attractive. I mean, have you seen the mans hands?? But anyways, that's besides the point.
Onyx opens the dm, only to find out Con's just threatening her again. She rolls her eyes and responds with a quick 'stfu' before putting her phone to the side to mope some more. She had liked con for years. Gone to school with him, did coding with him, hell, she lived a few blocks from him.
But they always had rivalry. Who was better? Who was smarter? He was a year older, so she had some catching up to do, but it was always a fight between them. I mean, it was such a childish game to play still. Con was a senior, 18, and stubborn as ever. Onyx was a junior, 17, close to becoming a grown adult with no need for such things.
She sighed again, covering her face and running her hands through her hair as she sat up. She needed to go on a walk. Slowly but surely, she got up and put on a skirt, some thigh highs, a tshirt, and some boots. Giving a glance outside, it was cloudy but not raining yet, so it wouldn't be too cold. Onyx fixed her hair and did some slight makeup, gathering herself, and taking a few brave steps out of her room. Her parents had already headed to work, so it was just her at home.
How convenient.
Once outside, she looked up at the sky, breathing in the fresh air. Soon, her walk had started and she began to unwind.
Counting passing cars, stopping to smell flowers, and petting every dog on the way was how she passed time. She giggled as she turned to walk backwards, eyes following a car, reading its bumper stickers. That is, until she ran into someone.
She stumbles forward, turning around to apologize when she hears a dark chuckle.
"Boy, aren't you a clumsy little thing."
She immediately shoots a glare, knowing the voice.
Con smiles at Onyx, smugly staring at her.
"Hello, Con." She says roughly.
"Aww, now darling, what's with the tone? We both know you love me." He laughs, enjoying her flustered reaction.
"You're such a dick." Onyx attempts to shoulder past him, only for him to grab her arm and swivel her around. She gasps as he grips her chin and forces her to look up at him as he pins her wrist against his chest.
"Now, now. There's no need for that kind of aggression," he growls in a low voice,"how about you and I set some things straight, my dear." A dark look filled his eyes, sending a chill down Onyx' spine.
Onyx unlocked her front door, walking in the comfort of her own home, closely followed by Con. He stalks behind her, watching her figure, knowing what he wants.
Eventually they make it to her bedroom. Onyx sits on her bed, facing Con, eyeing him as he turns and locks her door. Her face flushes and she swallows harshly. He turns to face her, taking his place in front of her legs, using his hand to tilt her chin to face him. As she stares into his eyes, she hears a faint 'click'. Her eyes dart to his side, seeing a knife flipping over in his hand. Gasping, Onyx backs away onto her bed to put some distance between the two of them, only to be grabbed by her ankle and yanked back down to the edge of the bed. Her hips meet Cons, causing her to turn red. He growls, feeling the contact. Taking the knife, he runs it gently across her neck, making Onyx whimper in his grip. He laughs darkly, moving his hand softly up her outer thigh, her legs already shaking.
"Pretty girl, we haven't even started. Why are you quivering already? Are you that excited for my cock?" His words cause Onyx' eyes to flutter. She couldn't believe this was happening. There was no way.
"Don't act so surprised," he picked up on her expression,"Naz told me months ago. All it took was the right opportunity." He smiled smugly down at her. But she was too enveloped by what was happening to care. Con proceeded to lift up her skirt, marveling at her perfect body. Her thigh highs accented her legs perfectly, her lace underwear marking against her skin. He felt himself blush from her beauty, only to snap out of it when she whimpered his name.
"Shh, don't worry, pretty. I'll take care of you." He runs the knife down her torso, across her stomach, until he reaches her panties. In a quick motion, he cuts the thin fabric, earning a yelp out of her.
"I'll replace them darling. Don't fret. Now, hold still for me, we wouldn't want an..." he presses the knife down, causing Onyx to cry out,"...accident, per say." He chuckles to himself, taking his free hand and collecting the small trickle of blood that's escaped her skin on his thumb, licking it. He stares thoughtfully at her now exposed heat.
"Well aren't you pretty." Taking his hand, he circles her entrance, collecting any slick that escapes, tracing patterns on her skin with his knife. Onyx eyes roll into the back of her head in pleasure as she arches her back, chasing his touch.
"P-Please Con..." he puts his hand on her throat, pressing his growing bulge against her.
"Fuck, what do you want darling?" He groans when she rubs against him, gasping at the friction.
"I n-need you! Please fu-fuck me!" She begs for him, making him advance to pull his aching cock from his jeans. He drags the knife roughly against her leg, cutting her delicate skin. Tears roll out of her eyes but she can’t help but moan for him. Con lines up with her entrance, pressing against it. He shudders at her warmth, her wetness leaking onto his tip. Onyx gasps as he pushes in, tightening his grip on her neck, moving his armed hand to rest next to her head as support. Slowly, he begins to move in and out of her, her moans becoming immediate encouragement to go faster. He pants as he feels her constrict around his cock, hitting all her soft spots. Con stares at the sight before him.
Onyx displayed beneath him. Her perfect cunt swallowing his big cock with every thrust. Tears dribbling out of her eyes, incoherent moans and whimpers spilling out of her mouth, both hands limp next to her head. Her makeup smeared in streaks down her cheeks. Cuts littering her lower body where he dragged his little knife along her beautiful skin.
What a perfect view.
Before long, she was cumming around him, gasping for air, arching her back. Begging for him to slow down. But, no, ohoho, no. This was his game to play. Con felt himself getting closer to his finish, but he refused to slow. He wanted to let Onyx know who was in charge. Who was dominant here. Who, exactly, was better. He pounded in and out of her, hitting every sweet spot, forcing her to take him. Soon, she reached a second climax. Now a shaking, quivering, whimpering mess beneath him, she begged for him to cum. She wanted him. She needed him. And more importantly, she needed his cum. His movements became sloppy. He panted out several ‘good girl’ s and incoherent praises as he reached his own high. Collapsing in on himself, he rested his head against Onyx shoulder, kissing and biting her neck, whispering confessions of love he would later deny were said. Con slowed to a stop, moving his hands from his knife and Onyx neck to run up and down her body softly, admiring her curves. He lifted his head up, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips and bringing a hand to wipe the collected tears from her eyes. He caressed her cheek, shaking her from her trance.
“Hey, you did so well for me,” He praised, pressing a kiss to her forehead,”let’s get you cleaned up, ok? Then I can make you some food. Is that ok, darling?” Onyx gently nodded, wincing as he pulled out of her and left to go get a rag. He returned several minutes later with some bandages, warm water, a rag, and some ointment. He wiped off her cuts and helped bandage her up, cleaned between her thighs, chuckling at her whimpers, before fetching a new pair of underwear for her. After she put on the new garments, Con wiped her messy makeup away, kissing her sweetly before hugging her and whispering a gentle ‘I love you’. Onyx leaned into his touch, breathing out softly, hoping this was a dream she’d never wake from. They both knew they would have plenty to talk about later, to discuss how they would proceed. But right now, it was just the two of them together. Alone. Content.
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cutestlittlekoi · 3 years
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Heisting. You've done it so long now, it's practically a real job to you. House after house, hit after hit, escape after escape.
Ever since you were 17, when you ran from home, you've been on the run. Finding refuge in a local group of thugs, you all became professional husslers. Robbing stores all along the I-40 through I-80. Holding up houses in the nicest of neighborhoods. Taking hits out on those passing towns. A job worthy of a name.
A job worthy of loneliness.
While yes, you had your fair share of ladies, and boy, did they enjoy sharing you, you wanted something new. Something adventurous. Something....risky. Dangerous. Wrong, almost. But that has to wait for another time. Unless opportunity presents itself, how could you receive that?
Your current mission: follow the I-40 to New Mexico. The cops were hot on your trail, have been, always will be. But last job, things got particularly messy. You gotta high tail it to New Mexico to meet up with someone who can get you off the radars for awhile. But that meant going through little old Amarillo, a hick town in Texas. It was small, but still a threat. Government jobs littered the area and the littlest attention threatened your groups safety and identity.
You run your hands through your messy hair, fluffing it, as you lean back in your seat. The van was hot, A/C being out and it being mid-summer. Sighing, you closed your eyes, feeling the sweat beads run down your forehead.
"When the hell are we getting a better car?" You remarked.
"When you find one yourself, jack it, and rescue us without getting caught, jackass."
You looked up glaringly at the guy across from you. He's been your best friend since you've been in this whole business. He grinned at you devilishly and chuckled to himself.
"Someone's in a bad mood."
"Shut up before I put a hole in your head."
You were tired, stressed. Little to no alone time, constant running. It added on and on till you were on the verge of snapping.
Getting the message, your friend shuts up, looking out the windshield, watching passing cars roll by.
You pull your bullet proof vest off, feeling a weight lift off of you. Your plain black tshirt underneath sticks to your hot skin, your matching jeans tugging at you. Finally, to end the hot nightmare you've been coerced into, the van pulls off the highway, shortly pulling into a neighborhood, and on the side of a street. You peeked outside the windows at the surrounding houses, turning towards the driver with a questioning gaze.
"What are we doing here? I thought we weren't stopping?"
"I figured we could take a peek. C'mon, this gives an excuse to get out of the van. Let's get, get out, and quick."
Grudgingly, you pull open the vans side door, climbing outside, feeling the cool breeze of summer, being met with the bright moonlit sky. You stretched your legs, feeling a pat on your back, and your vest held out to you.
"Don't forget this," your best friend smirked at you, almost mockingly. You rolled your eyes, quickly strapping it on to you. You walked around the van, eyeing the house presenting itself in front of you. You begin to walk around it, keeping a hand on your pistol, looking for any possible or weak entry point. As you reach the back, you eye it: a foolishly left open window. You climb the fence connecting to the roof and scale the shingles, quietly prying open the window further and pushing yourself in. You let yourself down gently, turning to view your surroundings. It dawns on you:
You're in a teenage girls room.
You step back, seeing the silhouetted figure underneath the pink sheets. Small fairy lights giving a faint glow surround the room, lighting up Polaroid pictures, photo albums, and other miscellaneous items. You hated having homes with kids or family's that functioned. You envied them. You shook yourself out of it, taking a few steps forward towards the door. A large sign on the same wall read a girls name in calligraphy.
"Alexis." You muttered it under your breath. Scoffing, you reached for the door knob before hearing faint rustling behind you. You freeze, turning slowly to eye the awakening girl behind you.
"Dad?"
You quickly move away from the door as she rubs her eyes. You duck beneath the side of her bed, watching as she looks around her room confused. She stands up, a mid thigh, silky nightgown marking her figure. Slowly, she moves towards the window, looking outside it before closing it. You size her up, marking her height and tiny size. She had to be a foot shorter than you, and at least 50 pounds lighter. Easy target. Quickly, you loom over her, quickly stifling her gasp with your gloved hand, pushing her stomach against the wall and cuffing her hands behind her back. She struggles against you, fighting with no point considering your strength. Keep her pinned with your chest, you pull your pistol from its holster, aiming it at her temple. She quickly stops squirming, tears forming in her eyes.
"Make any noise, I shoot. Understand?"
She nods slowly, crying softly as you remove your hand and force her to sit on the edge of her bed. You cock your gun, squatting down in front of her, letting it rest on your knee. You grab her chin, making her look up at you. You take particular admiration in her looks, quickly pushing them aside.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" You chuckle lowly, seeing the fear flash in her eyes. You always loved making the small ones scared. "You can't be older than, what, 19? Fairly small, aren't you? I'd say I pretty easily took you over." You look her deep in the eyes, awaiting a response. She nodded slowly, obviously complying out of fear. You gripped her chin tightly, making her whimper. Your stomach tingled slightly.
What the fuck.
You cannot believe you got butterflies from a hostage situation. You sharply inhale, catching her attention. You snap back, warning her yet again, if she moves, you shoot. You watch her expressions while deep in thought. 'Did I really just get aroused from that?' You thought. You finally snap out of it. Only one way to find out. You bring the gun to her temple, dragging it down her neck, leading across her chest, ending at her stomach. You push gently, earning another whimper out of her. The sensation fills you again, confirming your suspicions. This is what you've been yearning for. The danger, the wrongness, the risk. All of it. You stand up, stepping back, aghast with yourself. Alexis watches as you stumble backward. She eyes you up and down, noticing your frantic look. She found your figure oddly attractive. But it felt wrong. It was wrong. You were her captor. But you were so...so....
Irresistible.
Alexis studied you. Her quiet voice peered between all your confusion, you gripped tighter to your gun, advancing toward her.
"What did you just say?" You grip her chin, forcing her to look up at you.
"I-I asked if you were ok..."
Her cheeks were tear stained, her hazel eyes scared. You softened a bit, but quickly regained your composer, thinking it to be a trap.
"I'm fine, mutt. Stop talking."
She reacted to the name in a way that confused you. She realized this, jumping back to her reality, her cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red compared to her crying. You stated puzzled at her.
"Mutt."
Her eyes flutter, quickly pulling back.
"W-wait, I can explain-"
You cut her off by grabbing her throat. She gasps, staring up at you. Desperately, you swoop down and kiss her deeply. She hesitates for a second, then melts into your touch. You squeeze her throat lightly, her gasping allowing you to slip your tongue in her mouth. She moans into yours, struggling against her restraints.
Finally pulling away, you grab her shoulder, pushing her down on her knees, watching as she looks innocently up at you. You gently unzip your pants, unbuttoning them as well. Feeling slightly free, you watch her gaze flutter down to your bulge. She studies it's size, then looks back up at you.
"Do you want me-"
"I want you to suck." You cut off, pushing the gun against her forehead. Fear rushes her eyes, hiding a small hint of lust. You pull your boxers down enough to release your length. Alexis gasps, looking down at it. You force her to open her mouth.
"Be a good mutt, and suck."
She leans her head down, sucking gently on your tip. You take your free hand and slowly push her head along your shaft. When she gets down to your base, her eyes are watering from how large you are. Finally, you pull back, letting out a small groan, allowing her some air. But it doesn't take long for her to dive back in, captivated by your taste. She begins working on your tip obediently, licking your shaft when switching between sucking. You let out a small strain of moans, feeling far more aroused than usual by this experience. You watch as Alexis bobs up and down on your cock, tears streaming down her cheeks, gun pressed against her forehead, innocence shining in her eyes as she looks at you. You begin to get close to your finish, but quickly pull her off of you when you hear your kept on your vest go off.
"Come in (y/n), come in. Calling a wrap up on our 3 locations. I repeat, calling a wrap up. Over and out."
You growl, responding with a blunt sentence.
"Wrapping up, over and out."
You look back at Alexis, dazed eyes staring up at you thoughtfully.
"Looks like we're gonna have to make this quick, mutt."
You forcefully stand her up, bending her over her bed. Pushing the gun against her back, you lift her night gown up, revealing her bare hole, wetness dripping from it already. You chuckle darkly. You push the gun further against her.
"Don't try anything."
You take your free hand, thumbing over her entrance, spreading her wetness around, prepping her. You watched as she whimpered, shaking beneath you already. Her thighs trembled with anticipation, feeling you tease her. Alexis struggled against you for a second. You pushed the gun against her more, growling.
"What the fuck did I said?"
"I-I'm sorry! Pl-Please!"
Hearing her pleas, you smirked. Pushing your index into her, you hear her gasp.
"Beg."
"What?"
"Beg for me. Now."
"W-What? I don't u-understand."
You reached your hand up from her heat to her hair, pulling it back so you can lean down in her ear. Your chest pushes the gun deeper between her shoulder blades, forcing her to cry out in pain.
"Listen here, mutt. You're gonna beg for me to fuck you, and maybe if you beg hard enough, I won't shoot you."
Somehow, this made her more wet. She whimpered out to you a feeble 'yes sir' before you let her go and lean back up. You wait.
"P-Please. I need you to fuck be so bad. I'm so desperate f-for your cock. I-I'll be good! I'll stop squirming, I'll moan for y-you. Just please, fuck me!"
That was more than enough for you to grind up against her, causing her to groan. You rub yourself between her legs up against her slit, making her whimper your name. You groaned at the sound. Not being able to hold back anymore, you line your head with her entrance, entering slowly. She moans, feeling filled up by you, causing you to groan out. Not wanting to waste time, you quickly speed up, pounding into Alexis mercilessly. She cries out, a moaning mess in front of you, tears streaming down her red cheeks. Getting close to your end, you decide for a sketchy move.
"Fuck it."
You tossed the gun to the side, fucking into her. Grabbing on her wrist for support, you clench your teeth as you fuck into her tight hole. Feeling her wrapped around you was overwhelming. It felt amazing. Her perfect hourglass shape. Her gentle moans. Her quiet begging and pleads. Faster, harder, you became more aggressive with each thrust, bound to leave bruises where your hands were gripping. Right on the edge, you pounded harder into her, your cock pulsing as her pale skin showed obvious redness from your aggression.
"F-Fuck. Alexis-" You were losing composure fast. She could tell. Trying to find your sweet spot, she softly moaned out.
"Pl-lease. C-Cum for me! I ne-need your cum. Please (y/n)!"
That was it. That was the spot. Her moaning your name was enough to push you over the edge. With one last thrust, you pushed as deep as possible in her, cumming inside of her. Alexis, feeling this, gasped, immediately tightening around you as she came as well. Panting, she groaned out your name again.
Angelic. Perfect.
You loved the way it sounded.
Your trance was cut short by another transmission coming through on your radio.
"Ay man where the hell are you? I wanna get to New Mexico alive, thank you very much."
You pull out of Alexis, adjusting yourself. You respond.
"Chill out, I'm coming. Something just caught my eye. Over and out."
You quickly gathered yourself, putting on your hard demeanor once again, turning to the small girl once again. You grab your pistol next to her, holstering it. Uncuffing her, Alexis stands up, feeling her sore wrist. She turns to meet your gaze. She can't help but feel a particular sadness knowing you'll leave. You reach up to her face, caressing her cheek reassuringly.
"Look at me."
Alexis stares up at you, unsure of what you're about to say. You hesitate before reaching into a vest pocket, pulling out a small second radio. You hand it to the small girl, kissing her on the forehead.
"This is a radio connected to my channel. You can contact me on it." A risky move. Then again, this whole situation was a risky move. You turned away, getting ready to leave, only to be pulled back by small hands. Whipping around, you met Alexis' lips, watching as she melted into your touch so easily.
The risk was large. The chance of getting caught was high. But she made it all worth while, and would continue for much longer after.
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