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𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚

„I can't hold back when you look like this.“

featuring: zack foster

cw: vaginal sex, blood play, praise, creampie, reader has a nose bleed mid sex and zack goes feral over it, zack can't build a single sentence without a curse word

18+ content - MDNI

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The air around you is heavy, thickened by your harsh exhales. A thin film of sweat covers your skin while you move your hips in rolling, fluent movements and a moan leaks your throat as you feel that familiar bump against your g-spot again.

Hazy eyes slide down to your palms placed on scarred skin beneath you, trail further over collarbones and tensed muscles, eventually rest on Zack's face.

His breathing is as heavy as yours, lips parting with deep moans and hissed breaths while his hands rest on your hips, guide them while he moves his lower body along with yours, meets your thrusts halfway through, shoves himself even further up into you.

With a shivering sigh, you press your palms harder against his chest, feel his burn scars beneath your fingers. You cherish the feeling.

It took a while for you to be allowed to see him without his bandages, took a lot of trust for him to show himself to you without any cover.

By now he thinks that with every time you run your fingers over his damaged skin without hesitation, he falls even more for you.

Oxytocin pumps through his veins and straight into his brain, makes him high, makes him see nothing but you above him.

You are so perfect in comparison with him, flawless in his eyes, way too perfect for someone like him.

He hears a whine break from your throat and his gaze softens slightly as it lingers on your face, the aroused expression on it, the way your lips part and the glassy tears in your eyes.

He sees your skin glisten with sweat, sees the glow on your lips, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs.

It's like an aphrodisiac, makes him grab your hips harder, makes him tense his body while he tries to somehow pick up the pace, tries to ignore the burning exhaustion in his thighs.

He sees how you lightly arch your back above his thrusts, feels how your nails dig into the skin of his chest.

„ah- fuck- Zack-“

His name sounds so good when you say it. He wants to hear it over and over again, doesn't care if you moan, cry or scream it.

A groan leaves his throat as the sound echoes in his head, his fingers dig deeper into the skin of the upper part of your thigh.

He lowers his eyes down to the middle of your body, watches himself sliding in and out of you, sees the skin of his lower body glisten with your fluids.

He wants to make you come in this position, wants to see and feel you fall apart in despair above him, wants to catch you when you fall, wants to hold you before he starts chasing his own high.

While he estimates the right moment to put his finger against your clit to make you come undone, he suddenly hears a low „shit-“ coming from you.

He thinks it to be just a regular curse at first, caused by arousal and overstimulation, but when he feels your rhythm falter, slowing down, he furrows his brows, slows his own thrusts before raising his eyes.

He wants to ask what's wrong, slightly annoyed with the sudden disruption as he trails his eyes up your torso above him. But when they rest on your face, he chokes on the question, feels his mind stumble over the simplest thoughts.

There's a switch being turned in his head, further and further as he stares at you, watches how you hold your hand in front of your nose.

Blood slips through between your fingers, he watches how it runs over the back of your hand and down your arm.

His mind clouds, it's like he can smell you more intensely, can smell your blood, craves to taste it on his tongue.

A sharp gasp echoes from his throat when the first drop hits his chest. His bones shiver at the sensation, he feels his heart slowing down, feels like the world slowly stops around him.

Hunger grows inside of him. A rush he can not stop.

„Fuck, sorry.“

Your voice barely breaks through to him, gets partially lost in the clouds filling his brain, in the immense ache taking over his mind.

„I'll clean this up. Let me just-“

You want to get up from his legs, try to pull away, but Zack's fingers tighten like vices around the skin of your hips, keep you in place, push you further down his cock.

The questioning gaze you give him is met by his hypnotized stare, his eyes locked on the blood still running through the gaps between your fingers.

„Zack, what-“

He slowly shakes his head before you can finish, sits up and wraps an arm around your waist before he grabs your hand and pulls it away from your nose.

With an embarrassed expression, you allow him to pull your hand away, feel blood drip from your fingers onto his, see it trailing in a thin line down his arm.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you look at him, feel his eyes lay so heavily on you that you think you can feel it burn through your skin, feel the heat of his body now that he is so much closer to you.

Zack feels like he's going insane, watches how blood runs from your nose to your lips, from your lips to your chin, sees it trail over your neck, to the valley between your breasts.

His fingers tighten around your wrist, pull it towards him, his eyes still digging into yours as he lightly turns his head to push his lips against the lower part of your palm, into the warm red smeared on it.

He hears your shaky inhale, feels you shiver when he licks a long stripe over your skin, laps up your blood like it's the sweetest thing he has ever tasted.

Crimson coats his tongue, blurs in his mouth and he groans at the taste of copper and salt, feels like he's about to explode.

He wants more, wants to drain you, wants to devour all of you. His heart thumps so hard in his chest that it's numbing, trying to keep up with his rushing, racing mind.

With his other hand still on your hip, he makes you sink down onto him again, meets your movements halfway down, makes you whine out at the fulfilling feeling. His eyes follow the lines of red on your body, he feels heat spread through his veins as he licks up the trail of blood on your lower arm.

Through his clouded mind, he hears a low whine coming from you, something that sounds like „This is embarrassing.“

He shakes his head, barely knows how to speak, his breath completely snatched away by your appearance, by your taste, by the hunger roaring through him.

„No“ he breathes out, while his long fingers trail down your spine in a caressing gesture, make you lean your head back, make you arch more into him. „This is perfect, you're fucking perfect.“

He hears the moan you send to the ceiling, feels how you place a hand on his shoulder to hold onto him, feels how close your body is to his.

It's like he can feel your pulse, your heart beating along with his. When he trails his eyes to your neck, the blood on it, he feels like he can hear, feel, see your carotid beat through the skin, like it's calling him, begging for him.

Air gets knocked from his lungs every time you sink down his cock, every time he feels his tip hit your cervix and hears you whine upon it.

The rushing and buzzing in his head gets louder, takes him in and with a groan, he leans forward, presses his lips against your throat, licks up another stripe of blood.

He hears you whine, feels you squirm in his harsh grip as he bares his teeth above your skin, sucks and bites and bruises your flesh, groans at the way you taste.

Your other hand is released from his grip and you quickly slide it over the nape of his neck and into his hair, where you dig your fingers into the soft, black strands.

He groans at the light pressure, you feel it more than you hear it, feel the way he still sucks and bites your skin, can't help but shiver at the sensation.

Desperate and needy, you plan to pull his head back to kiss him, but before you are able to, both of his hands are on your waist again, in a tighter grip than before.

With a swift movement that doesn't leave you any breath or second to speak, you are thrown off of his body, your back hits the mattress and your mind gets lost in a small spiral for a few seconds.

A few seconds in which your wrists are grabbed and pinned down to the sheets, in which you feel Zack's legs slide between yours, his heated body hovering over yours, burying you in his shadow.

You become aware of the white sheets around you, the white textile that will be covered in blood once the two of you will be done.

But as soon as you look up, the thought quickly becomes secondary, utterly unimportant. Your brain seems to come to a halt beneath the gaze hitting you from above.

With his arms still pinning you down, Zack leans above you, darkened eyes and shivering, parted lips, tensed jaw and flexed muscles, fully taking you in and observing you, focusing on you like a wild animal ready to hare down towards its prey.

His breath is still going hard, you see a droplet of sweat run from his collarbone down his chest, right through the warm blood smeared all over the skin covering his muscles.

„Shit, what are you doing to me?“ you hear him breathe out, feel how his grip tightens a little around your wrists, to an extend that sends a shiver of pain through your nerves.

You feel your skin burn beneath his eyes when he trails them over your blood stained body again, feel adrenaline pump in your lower body when he pushes himself against you, slides his cock through your wetness and makes you gasp when his tip brushes your clit.

„I can't hold back when you look like this.“

You are not sure what to do, are not sure what he expects your response to be.

So you decide to be selfish, decide to put your wish to have him back inside of you above everything else.

Desperately, you choke out the few words your brain grants you to use.

„I don't want you to hold back. Please-“

Your voice falters for a second, shakes beneath pent up arousal and the insane ache for the man above you, who looks like he's about to devour all of you, everything you offer him.

This is insane, so, so, fucked up. And you love every second of it, love the way he holds you down, love the way he gets drunk of the sight of you, ache for his nails in your skin, his teeth in your flesh, him so deep inside of you that it bruises you.

„Use me, Zack.“

The pleading whine forces a deep growl out of his chest, makes him move one of his arms away from your wrist to push himself back into you, sink into your warmth with such a deep thrust that it makes you throw your head back with a loud moan.

The angle gives him a clear view of the smeared blood on your neck, warm red surrounded and underlined with his bites and marks.

It makes him lose more of his composure and his mind as he immediately sets up a ruthless, merciless pace of his thrusts, hitting you in such a harsh, fast tempo that it knocks the air out of you, makes it impossible for you to speak or beg, only allows breathy, high moans to slip out of your clenched throat.

„God, yes, make those noises for me.“

His deep voice shakes with each of his thrusts, you see the way he licks his lips as he looks down at you and you shiver beneath it, feel so much smaller and vulnerable beneath those bi-colored eyes.

„Such a good little slut, all mine to break.“

Through his heaved words, you hear the way his hips snap against yours, hear the wet sounds of your bodies meeting, feel how he slips so much deeper into you, how he rubs your walls in an even better way than before.

You are so close to coming, you want to tell him, but speaking still is impossible with his hard pace and you can only inhale sharper and sharper every time the knot in your lower stomach tightens, with each breath that comes out in the shape of a little whine or sob.

Feeling how his other hand releases your wrist as well, you let out a breath of relief, just to whine once more upon at the way he holds you by your hips, holds you down while he pounds into you.

It's like heaven, you feel yourself start to float, especially when his hand rises to massage your chest, purposely spreading more of your blood on your upper body.

Whining beneath his touch, you slowly lose your sense of reality, barely realize how he leans down until his lips find yours.

His kiss makes you sigh against him, makes you cradle his face in your hands and you hear him growl as he licks over your lower lip, makes you very aware that he is aching for more of your blood, licking up as much as he can.

It's vile and nasty and you love every second of it.

Upon pulling back, you feel your breath hitch in your throat as you see his face, see the blood on and around his lips, see that your bloody fingers stain his cheeks and his neck.

The sight steals your breath away, paired up with the glaring lust in his eyes, it's enough to make you slip so dangerously close to an orgasm that you have to dig your fingers into his shoulders, aching to find a hold as you shoot him a begging look.

„I'm gonna cum, Zack- fuck, I'm gonna cum.“

You notice the quick breath he lets out, feel how he tenses his body, how he keeps his pace as hard as possible while he still looks down on you, takes in every fibre of your appearance.

His hand steadying him on the mattress tenses, clutches to a fist around the sheets while the other one grabs the back of your thigh, makes you cry out as he pushes your knee closer to your shoulder and hits your g-spot.

You can only look up into his eyes, hold onto them as he pushes you closer and closer, eventually grabs you and pulls you down into sweet ecstasy.

A drained, sobbed and trembling moan leaks your throat when you feel your body tense and relax in a fast rhythm, when the peak of your arousal washes over you and melts your brain to a soft mess of nothingness.

You can only watch Zack's lips tremble, teeth clenching as his moaning gets louder and it fucks so much with your overstimulated brain that you feel close to crying, feel an overwhelming urge to be even closer to him, to be one with him.

„Come inside me, please, please“ you beg, voice high and needy, lost in the clouds of your high.

Seeing him gasp at your words almost makes you come again.

„Want me to fill you up, huh?“ he breathes out, right before he pushes a kiss against your cheek and then buries his face in your neck.

„Want me to make a mess out of you? Then beg more for it, beg for me."

His breathy mumbling makes the hair on your neck stand up, makes you whimper and whine for more as you wrap your arms around him, to keep him as close as possible as you feel him tense and shiver above and inside you.

With your eyes still unable to focus, your arms wrapped around him and your thighs still trembling beneath his thrusts and your orgasm, you drown in the sounds of his heavy breathing, the wet sounds of your bodies, all of it keeping you in your euphoric state.

„God, you feel so fucking good.“

A deep groan carries his words, you can hear pure ache and longing in the way his voice shakes, with a higher tone than usual.

You feel how Zack pulls his face away from your neck, feel how he pushes his nose against yours, feel his heaving breath against your lips.

He still looks at you like before, completely focused on you, only the trembling of his lips and light furrow of his brows an indication for the sheer amount of pleasure filling him in this moment.

You hear him whine out your name, over and over again, but before you are able to lean forward to kiss him, his breath suddenly stalls in his throat.

His lips part as he stills inside of you, pushes himself as deep as possible into you and the fulfilling feeling makes you gasp along with him.

The deep groan that rumbles from his chest echoes in your head as he holds your hip with one hand, while the other one balances his weight on the mattress, shakes beneath the orgasm rushing through him, beneath the shivers that make his muscles twitch and make short, involuntary whines slip from his throat.

You watch him in awe while he falls apart above you, watch his eyes flicker and his lips tremble and you whimper a little because you feel so full with him, can't help but shiver along with him.

The blood smeared on his face and his shoulders makes your head spin, makes something tingle deep inside of you, something that makes your lower body boil again.

Something primal, almost animalistic, something you never felt before.

A sigh breaks from your throat while your eyes still rest on Zack's face, the saliva glistening on his lips and the dark shade of red on the healthy parts of his cheeks only makes you more feral.

In a quick impulse, you hook your legs around his waist to keep him locked within you, hear a low, pleased groan from him in response.

“Shit, your pussy's so good-"

His voice still shivers as he leans his nose more against yours.

You draw in a sharp breath when he slowly pushes himself forward again, fills you to the brim, makes your eyes roll back in sweet pleasure while your arms wrap around his neck, fingers burying in his black hair.

Both of your breathing gets heavier again, more in sync, you whine as he starts thrusting into you again and your arousal spikes in your lower body as you hear the slick sounds of him fucking his cum deeper into you.

„Fuck-“

The word is only a gasp, a hiss through clenched teeth and it sets you on fire again, makes you so ready to take whatever he's about to give you.

“Fuck, I can't stop.”

His low words and the deep growl coming from his throat, along with the unwavering expression of arousal in his eyes makes you realize that this is far from over, that he'll enjoy this and the sight of you for as long as possible.

And you think you've never been happier as you rest your palm against his cheek, look up at him through flickering, tear stained eyes.

“Then don't.”

His lips part at your voice and what they carry, you can see how his muscles tense again.

And then you moan in bliss, throw your head back as he moves inside of you again, thrusts into you with a hunger that makes you breathless and leans in to bruise and mark the other side of your neck, neither of you bothering with the veil of sweat, cum and blood coating both your bodies.

You should probably think of a good explanation you could give to Ray in case she asks about the messed up sheets.

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