THIS IS SO CUTEEE IM DYING

THIS IS SO CUTEEE IM DYING

SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)

— miles is a skater boy and u can’t tell me i’m wrong

— felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead y’all can have this

— alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino

— ⚠️: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing

standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.

you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.

"get ready, i’m taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.

"damn… now I don’t gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.

closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.

walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me what’s in the bag?"

rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasn’t like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.

after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.

following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.

"c’mon it’s part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.

giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.

in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"

"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didn’t expect was a clean slate. miles board wasn’t painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.

"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.

"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.

"don’t flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash i’m goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was joking— miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.

your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.

grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.”

you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.

after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"

"uh nooo— wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.

"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "i’m just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.

turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.

adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.

"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"

"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.

"mmhm, i’m pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting before," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.

“sooo you copied a renaissance paining?”

"nah," you whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance niggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.

miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. “shut the hell up and show me the board,” he laughed.

you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as it’s base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.

miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldn’t help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so where’s MY board morales?"

"don’t worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.

it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.

"okay… so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.

you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."

as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, “so am I the best boyfriend ever or what?”

— made this super quick

— bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it

— but TRUST, this year it will be in use

finally got a chance to read!!! did not disappoint at all

see you again.

pairings! 𓇼 alpha friend! jay x omega female reader

genre! 𓇼 smut

wc! 𓇼 6.5k

warnings! alpha/beta/omega dynamics, implied pantry sniffing/tasting, spanking, biting, light blood, light spanking, oral (male and female receiving), bite marking, unsafe sex

this is the longest fic i’ve ever written omg?

it had been weeks since you felt this much abdominal pain, hunching over in your bathroom. you squinted at your bathroom counters, trying to recount the last time your heat showed up.

you didn’t have a mate, nor did you want one. having an inner omega wolf had enough of a stigma as is, and the moment you learnt you were one during your puberty ceremony at twelve, it had been a wrap for your self esteem.

ever since you found out, you’ve found most alpha men and women to be very overbearing with their personalities. they walked with their heads high and rightfully so, as they were treated the best in wolf hybrid hierarchy.

omegas were seen as the primary baby makers, omega men being the main targets for abuse though their abilities mirrored any other alpha or beta man.

you picked up your cellphone, swiping upwards on the screen for your keypad. you quickly punched in your password, swiping aimlessly to find your health app. another sharp pain runs through your stomach again, causing you to crouch fully, wind knocked out of your lungs.

“i swear to everyone i love—if this is my heat i’m jumping out of my fucking window.” you threatened out loud, your thumb hovering over the app. you pressed it with your eyes closed, taking a quick peak at the top of your screen for updates.

cycle tracking: your heat is expected to start in the next two days.

“fuck!” you yelled, dropping your phone to the ground as you held onto the counter for balance. “that fuckin alpha comes over today for this stupid shit we have to do for work.” you talk to yourself, trying to come up with a game plan.

you had a big set of files you needed to put together with your coworker, park jongseong. it was due the following monday, and time had been ticking for a while, but you didn’t care enough to work on it sooner.

jongseong—also known as jay—didn’t care enough to message you about it either.

that was, until this friday afternoon. hence why you’re up this early—though it wasn’t early at all—trying to figure out why your stomach was paining you this bad.

you didn’t truly know if jay was an alpha himself or not, but you had an inkling in the way he spoke to you.

anyone could be assertive, but alphas always found their way around words better than betas and omegas did.

while betas were seen as being very easy to read emotionally, they were pretty secluded. this trait had them usually confused with alphas, until someone smelt their scent.

omegas on the other hand were built to be open books. books that alphas could easily read and dissect without saying a word.

and that jay was; the reader of your book.

you and your other omega friends would vomit out information like it was nobodies business in the presence of alphas, and you found yourself digging your own grave a few times with jay. he was kind, always listening attentively without judgement. regardless, the moment he would move out of earshot, you’d beat yourself up about it, wondering why you had to tell him in utter detail about how terrible your last heat was.

and now he had to step into your small, one person apartment. not only step in, but also sit in, his sexy scent sticking to any and all furniture he touches.

you fall down to sit on your bum, weakness in your legs. “i’m so screwed.” you commented one last time, your phone pinging with a new text message.

you picked up the phone, your vision a little slower than usual, your heat coming in fast.

park jongseong:

hey

just reminding you i come over at 1pm

and im driving rn so don’t cancel cuz theres no chance

‘i’ve never been more screwed in my fucking life’ you think, huffing out once with an eye roll. ‘what time is it?’ you ask in your head, glancing up at the time on your lockscreen,

12:49

‘fuck!’ you exclaim, shooting up to stand, your left leg pulling you onto your right knee as you stood up as fast as you could. you almost pass out at the sudden movement, closing your eyes to catch balance.

your mouth was dry beyond belief, and your hands were clammy. once you opened your eyes, it was almost as if everything had a bokeh effect, only coming into frame seconds after each blink.

you were sick as hell. and now one of the most observant people you knew was gonna step into your house.

you picked your phone up to unlock it, using it as a clock as you set it on the bathroom counter again, closest to the shower, open to the clock app.

not only was jay observant, but you gave him all the information he needed for him to be observant.

you decided the best first course of action would be to take a quick shower, stripping your clothes off from the torso down. you ripped your t-shirt off, the fabric slightly sticking to you from the sweat on your back. you pulled your shorts down, stepping out of them with your right then left leg. you paused looking at your waist, dreading pulling your underwear down.

you knew they’d be covered in slick, but you hooked your thumbs in at the hips, pulling them down.

of course—as expected—they’re soaked.

your panties are lined with lightly viscous coating, shiny with a soft hint of your omega pheromones.

each wolf had their own natural scents, resembling different natural flowers. you smelt of lillies—the most popular scents to carry being either peony or lavender.

you never cared if you smelt better than the next omega anyways, because you always swore you’d never mate.

you firmly believed dildos were more than enough, and bumping clits with another wolf, whether alpha or omega was a lot more fun to you mentally.

maybe you said that to feel better about the fact that you were the only one in your friend group without one, but who could really tell?

you reached into your glass wall shower, pulling the door towards you with your left; your right hand reaching for the shower handle. you put the handle up and to the left for hot water, pulling away to pull your hair together to shove it into a shower cap, waiting for the water to heat up before stepping in.

you were terrible with time management, hence why jay was coming over to you instead of you meeting him.

you looked at your phone quickly, realizing how late it really was, so you quickly hurried, jumping in.

you washed as much slick off your inner thighs and out of your vagina as possible. ‘do i have liners?’ you questioned, remembering the low count you mentioned to yourself the last heat you had.

you kept washing your body regardless, chanting the word ‘liner’ in your head as a reminder, turning your back to the shower water, sighing at the feeling.

• • •

you hopped out of the shower the moment your stoped the water, feeling slick lightly ooze out of you relentlessly. you ripped open your cabinets with your wet right hand, left hand holding your towel around your body.

there’s one box, but it’s empty.

“what is my luck today?” you yelled, near tears. you usually kept empty boxes of important products on your kitchen counter or bedside table to remind you to buy more, but it obviously slipped you the last time.

you tapped your phone screen with a wet hand, noticing your phone still had some setting to auto lock after a few minutes.

1:06

you slammed your cabinet as you ran out of your bathroom, rushing to your dresser. you took out your favourite double lined underwear, and some baggy sweatpants. you dried yourself off quickly before running back to the bathroom to wipe up some excess slick with tissue paper before putting your underwear on. you ran back to your dresser, towel on floor as you picked out a sports bra and t-shirt—your stomach ache switching to your boobs.

you reached up to deal with your hair to feel your shower cap, ripping it off as you threw it down with your towel. you grabbed your bra to pull it on, hissing lightly at how hard your nipples were once the fabric hit them.

you then reached for your top to pull it up and over your head, pushing your arms through the short sleeves quickly. you heard a knock on your door, side eyeing your room door to your left. ‘no way that’s him.’ your inner dialog notes, picking up your towel and shower cap before you heard another ding on your phone.

you walked back to your bathroom, throwing your towel up and dropping your shower cap in the sink. you eyed your mess of clothes on the ground but grabbed your phone instead,

park jongseong:

bro open the dooorrrrr

please it’s cold and scary out here

pleak 🙏🏻

you couldn’t help but smile at his texts, always managing to make you laugh; even if it’s only a little. you texted back, holding the last message down as it opened to send a message, “cominggg!”.

you walked out of your bathroom, looking for your laptop as you left your room, heading for the door down your little hallway and to the right. you unlocked the door with your left hand before yanking it open.

his scent hit you like a ton of bricks. your eyes did the same blur effect from before, eyes hot as you scanned the room in embarrassed panic. your knees buckle lightly as you almost close the door on him, his left hand coming up to stop it.

“y/n?” he asks, forcing you to mask, standing up straight with a light shake of your head. “sorry, i’m just tired… come in.” you answer, stepping back as you let him in. jay ignores the obvious discomfort in your face before stepping in, workbag in his left hand. you push the door in before locking it, your right hand checking if it’s actually locked out of habit with a quick jerk to the doorknob.

he’s dressed in business casual, a well fitting black t-shirt with black slacks. his shoes are leather, designer sunglasses sitting mid nose bridge. his bangs are a little long, his haircut weeks old. your eyes practically swallow him whole, biting your bottom lip lightly. ‘was his ass always that tight?’ you ask as he kicks off his shoes to stand in his matching black socks.

he’s speaking to you—and you’d hear it if you could listen over your heartbeat.

he walks throughout your apartment, walking straight across the front door to sit at your couch. it shares a wall with your bathroom, across from your wifi tv. he plops down, legs spread as he rambles on, his right hand expressing everything as his other hand places his bag down on the small coffee table in front of him. he takes off his sunglasses, of course bringing the case for them with him in his bag.

you finally snap out of your dazed state, blinking twice. you’re confused, looking up to see jays eyeing the way you don’t respond.

“y/n?” he asks, his brows frowned. “yup!” you answer, looking around quickly before walking to your right from the front door to lean on the kitchen counter. you watch the way jay looks at his wrist watch on his left arm momentarily; ‘god he’s sexy’ you thought to yourself, watching the way he now scowls lightly as he looks back at you, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees.

“did you listen to anything i just said?” he asks, his tone harsh.

“yes! i was actually. what’s the issue?” you lie, attitude strong and defensive in response.

“i’d love to hear you recite to me everything i just said. give me a recap.” he rebuttals, facing you completely as he sits back, his right arm up on the back of the couch, arm touching the wall.

‘did he always have this gorgeous tan?’

you look around aimlessly, trying to see if you caught anything he had mentioned beforehand.

all you can remember is mentioning how he had a tight ass.

fuck.

“okay i didn’t, i’m sorry.” you admit defeat, jay rolling his eyes to the left as he looks away, facing the tv. his head slowly turns back to you as he looks you up and down lightly.

“if i’m honest, we’re already screwed for monday, but more specifically, you’re screwed.” he threatens, pulling his arm off the couch to reach into his bag to grab his macbook. “mr. de luca already doesn’t have you in his best graces.” he continues, opening his laptop as he pushes his case over.

“but i agreed to do this with you because i know you’re so good at everything you do, besides your time management.”

oh how sweet. you roll your eyes.

he leans on his knees again, putting himself in the same position he had before he chastised you for not listening. “so come sit down.” he finishes, his hands hanging between his legs as his elbows point outward. you move to walk over, but your upper inner thigh rubs against you underwear causing you to pause.

you’re soaked.

jay scolding you like you don’t have any common sense was enough for you to almost scream for him biologically, eyes shifting around as you tried to make up an excuse. “let me use the washroom first.” you answered, but jay stands at that, annoyed.

“you just came out of the shower, it’s been three minutes how could you possibly need to pee.” he interjects. your eyebrows frown at him, annoyed. “how do you—how the hell do you know if i need to pee or not, the fuck?” you jab, jay looking down momentarily.

“you’re right, i don’t know. but i’m not here forever and i have to leave at two. it’s now—“ he looks at his watch. “—one fourteen and we haven’t even tried to get into anything. i also admit, i was a little late,” he motions to himself with both hands “—but i can’t control traffic.” he ends, so you hope and pray he doesn’t smell you as you start to walk over.

“okay fine.” you mutter, jay sitting back down on the couch. you didn’t notice where he was sitting while looking from afar, but as you get closer you notice just how smack in the middle he is on the couch.

‘of course he’s gonna force me to squeeze beside him.’

you come closer regardless, plopping down beside him. his right knee is so close to your left with his positioning, legs are spread unnecessarily. annoyance paints your body language at first, but you calmly cross your left leg over your right for your own security.

you wondered if he could smell you, but you thought nothing of it.

you two start going over the plan for your spreadsheets, jay pulling up multiple tabs with information for you to print or jot down. every word that comes out of his mouth excite you for some reason, his smile sweet with each ending sentence or phrase. he smells amazing, his own natural scent like geranium flowers. his cologne isn’t bad either, complimenting his natural scent further.

• • •

after finishing about five rows of filing, jay slowly stands up, causing you to look up at him. “where’s your bathroom?” he asks, and you almost laugh at the comment. “oh but when i say i wanna use it, i can’t go?” you question, jay laughing.

“you’re an hour away from me drive wise!” he exclaims and you clap once in a laugh before pointing behind you. “it’s in my room.” you answer as he steps around the coffee table to avoid stepping over you.

he heads down your hall to your back right as you sat back in the couch, waiting. you could hear his footsteps, leaving you to wonder where your phone is while you wait. you look around a little aimlessly before looking to see if it’s on on your counter.

you can’t bother to get up and search for it, so you decide to sit on the couch waiting.

‘hopefully he doesn’t take too long—‘

your clothes.

you audibly gasped, shooting up in your seat. your head pounds at the sudden movement, body still relatively weak. you’re paralyzed with fear for a second, heart racing.

you can’t remember if you picked your clothes up off the floor or not.

you get up, turning to walk to your room. your left hand slaps on your bedroom door as you notice the bathroom light on, door still open.

‘there’s no way they’re off the ground if he’s still standing there.’

you could vomit the way you felt, stepping towards the door to see jay bent over your bathroom counter, breathing laboured.

“hey jay-“ “it’s fine.” he speaks in between clenched teeth, your eyes catching the way your clothes lay in the ground, the crotch of your panties face up.

they’re even glistening, to your disbelief.

you never noticed it before, but your aroma fills the room, heavy in the steamy air.

you practically hot-boxed your hot box smell everywhere. “i should’ve cleaned up.” you comment, hoping he wouldn’t speak on the scent and just ignore it.

but ignoring it was the last thing in jays head. he felt guilty for yelling at you earlier, shame written in his features. but he also felt guilty for how unbelievably hard he was, hoping you wouldn’t see it yourself.

his eyes were darker in colour, a slight shift in his mannerisms. he stood tall, avoiding eye contact with you.

his eyes were locked in his own reflection as he watched his features, clenching his jaw.

“i’m good…. we’re good.” he answered coldly, stepping towards you. you stepped back instinctively, letting him brush past you, your eyes almost prickling with tears as his back faced you. you went to touch his left arm to apologize, but he whips it away from you, turning to face you instead.

“please…don’t touch me.” he commented, his eyes harsh. “so you’re mad at me again?” you asked, your inner omega pained.

“no, i’m not. i’m just protecting the both of us.” he answered, your left hand pulling back momentarily.

“protecting the both of us from what?” you ask, accusatory. you step forward enough to touch his upper arm with your index finger, testing. “y/n, please.” he comments, his eyes closed in annoyance at your advances. his right hand comes up to grab your wrist, lighting tossing your hand off him.

“what are you gonna do? are you threatening me?” you ask, feeling overly sensitive about him acting so weird about your clothes. your face is stern, and he can practically taste the anger in your words.

“you think i’m threatening you?” he asks, pained slightly as his eyes reopen.

the colour of his irises are a deeper brown than you’d ever seen them as he turns towards you. “then what’s your issue with me?” you inquire, looking between both eyes for a sign of something other than anger.

“i’m still an alpha, y/n.” he answers, your tense facial expressions falling. your eyes scan his face and upper body, the heat radiating off his frame. “i could smell you the moment i stepped inside your house.” he concludes to your dismay.

“yet you still snapped at me.” you reply, jays left hands palm and fingers coming up to rub at his eyes. “i know. that’s why i feel so bad.” he answers, letting your wrist go as he rubs his face with both hands.

“what are you thinking so hard about?”, you ask, trying to access the situation.

“all of this.” he answers as time stands still, his hands dropping from his face.

“what about this?” you ask, pushing the envelope a little.

“okay, we’re not doing this.” he denies your advance, stepping back. you reach out for him regardless, your right hand tangled in his left shirt sleeve. you proceed yank him back, against your better judgement.

his chest hits yours temporarily, your mouth parting as you almost moan at the contact. “just answer my question.” you loop around, your hand letting his shirt go.

“the smell on your clothes was a lot,” he starts looking up in defeat as his right hands middle finger and thumb wipe his lips corners as he thinks of something to say.

strangely enough, you catch a whiff of yourself on his fingers as he drops his hand again, confusing you.

you look down at his hand briefly before looking back up as you step backwards, slowly turning for the bathroom.

he notices your suspicions, his left hand reaching out for you quickly as he grabs your upper right arm.

the eye contact between you too is strong as you rebound towards him at the force, your eyes scanning his body language.

you catch how unnecessarily tight his dress pants are, the way his breaths are calculated and timed.

“what’s wrong?” you playfully ask, a smirk creeping up your face. “i was just going to clean the bathroom up so you could use it.” you blatantly lie, waiting to see if he’d argue.

“stop with the bullshit, y/n.” there it is; his façade falls.

“what bullshit?” you play, fake confusion in your face.

“enough, y/n. please.”

“did you smell it?” you snap, your head twitching to the left lightly as you say it.

you watch how jays face turns from embarrassment to horror, stumbling over his words.

“n-no but i picked them up, yes—“ you can’t help but smirk in shock, lips parted.

“did you taste it?”

“..no.” he’s too slow to answer, and the way he says it is too unnatural.

“don’t believe you. can i smell your breath?” you ask, regardless of the fact that whatever he did do with those panties wouldn’t be enough for you to smell; especially past where he had previously touched his face.

he doesn’t answer.

“fuck that’s so hot.” you moan in response as your eyelids flutter a bit, nearly stumbling. jays right hand reaches out for your neck before he pulls you in, kissing you with such force you’re surprised your teeth didn’t hit his. your hands come up to hold his right forearm and waist, his right hand hooking around the side of your face cupping around your ear.

his left moves to grab the nape of your neck, holding you firmly in the kiss as you moan at the sudden affection. as the kiss deepens he lets you lead it, fire coursing through your veins as you clench around nothing.

“you wanna taste more?” you playfully ask, your eyes opening as he pulls away.

“if you’d let me.” he politely responds, his eyes shifting back-and-forth between yours.

your eyes gloss over at the comment, pulling away to walk towards your bed to the right. jay walks over slowly, his right hand undoing his wristwatch. you sit up on the bed, looking up at him slightly, your legs on either side of his as he stands so close in front of you.

he places the watch down with his left hand—his right hand pointing behind you. he says nothing, but you scoot to the middle of the bed regardless, your eyes eating him up. he starts to unbutton his pants, looking you in your eyes.

you have the most energy you’ve felt thus far, grabbing the waist of your pants to match his speed. you yank them down and off, throwing them to the left when you realize just how wet you really are.

you upper inner thighs glisten, your panties so wet they practically glisten as well.

jay catches wind of how wet you are with a groan, his pants unbuttoned, still sitting at his waist. he kneels on the bed before walking over a bit, close to your legs. his right hand pushes your right thigh before tapping your left—your legs part for him. that same floral scent from before hitting you harder than it ever had this afternoon, almost catching you off guard.

his right hand lightly trails up your left thigh, the sensation causing your legs to twitch. once his hand reaches your panties, he presses down once, some of the wetness seeping through the fabric onto his fingers.

he moans out loud at this, his index and middle finger lightly pulling the left side of your panties over, exposing you.

“wow..” he comments to himself, his thumb lightly pushing your left labia over, then your right.

his middle finger holds your panties out of the way, pushing you to momentarily think about how loose they’re gonna be on your left leg after this.

“take these off.” he lightly orders as he pulls his hand away—and you do, carefully pulling your legs together as you scoot up momentarily to do so.

you pull them down both legs with your right hand, the fabric tangling with itself until they’re off your legs. you hold them hooked into your right hands middle finger, you looking at him to spread your legs again.

“wanna keep these?” you ask and jay doesn’t hesitate to grab them from you with his left, putting the crotch of the panty between his teeth as he moves to stand. you moan at the imagery, watching as he pulls his dick out of his pants and grey calvin klein underwear. he’s not too long, but he’s thick, sporting a small bush of hair. he drops his pants to the floor, his briefs following as you stares between your legs as motivation.

he moves back up, both articles of clothing falling off his right, then left left ankle. he settles back on the bed, his left hand reaching towards you.

“get up.” he orders as he takes the panties out of his mouth, dropping them beside his briefs. you shift on the bed slightly, sitting down momentarily. jay pulls at his own top, ripping it up and over his head as you fight to do the same, leaving your bra.

you watch as jay falls on your bed, taking your previous spot. jay beckons you to hover over his head as he lays flat on your comforter, eyes heavy.

knee walking to jays torso, you almost hold your breath, his eyes watching as you slowly position yourself near his face, clenching.

the moment you swing your leg over jays shoulder, he moves down just enough to help you position better, his hands reaching around both your thighs to pull you down.

his tongue boldly swipes up between your folds to your clit before circling it. his lips purse a bit around the bud, sucking lightly. “oh my god!” you scream, your hands falling forward, over his head. he hums on your clit in reaction, opening his mouth wider to suck a wider area.

he doesn’t miss a beat or a drop, his tongue chasing and swiping up every new slip of arousal from between your lips.

it’s euphoric. he practically makes out your clit, your mouth hanging open as your eyes close. you start to lightly rock against his lips and tongue and he lets you—encourages you to—using his hands to urge you forward again every time you moved back.

“oh, jay..” you moan out loud, only imagining how heavy and hot his cock probably is behind you. against your better judgement, you pull off immediately, jays lips still pursed. “what?” he asks, watching as you lift your left leg up. you don’t answer his question, his hands falling on the bed out away from his sides as he watches you, lips and chin shiny.

when you turn your direction to face his feet, he immediately gets it, slapping your right thigh, telling you to hurry.

you do, your right leg hooking over as you’re face to face with his dick, just as heavy as you imagined.

you don’t know where to start at first, but jay simply resumes what he was doing before, now holding your lower back to push you down onto his tongue.

he sucks on your clit in intervals, changing the vibration constantly. you almost gag at how good it feels, saliva pooling in your mouth as you stare longingly at his dick and upper thighs. your right hand comes up to hold it, simply grabbing it at the base.

he moans against you, his left hand slapping your ass once to encourage you as his arms curl up and around your thighs.

you lightly rock on his face in return, getting off on the way his lips and tongue rub against your clit. you lean down further, ass in the air more as you slowly let the drool dribble out of your mouth, dripping on and around jays tip. jays dick twitches at the feeling, and you can’t help but clench at the sight.

“i could lay here for hours.” jay whispers momentarily behind you to himself, his fingers digging into your skin.

“i wish you could.” you respond back softly as he resumes, tensing his tongue as he moves his chin up and down, his tongue swiping between your folds. your right hand collects your saliva as it moves elsewhere before pumping him fully one time, playing close attention to his tip.

“fuck.” he whispers silently, the soft heat of his breath fanning your wet, sensitive skin. you lean down to wrap your lips around his tip before sinking halfway down, your right hand meeting you in the middle. you swivel your hand side to side while stroking the base of jays cock, your lips bobbing up and down at a slow, steady pace. jay thrusts once before twitching, his lips unhooking from their constant abuse against your clit.

it’s all fine to you, continuing to suck him off.

he smells good everywhere, hilariously including his balls. he’s clean from head to toe, the only smell radiating off of him being his own natural alpha scent—the reason why you were drooling so much.

you continue to bob your head, saliva practically pouring out of your mouth at the salty taste of his precum. you bite your bottom lip the moment you pull off with a pop, stroking him up and down with a strong fist. jays sucking against your clit is relentless, so you pull forward, enough for him to not push you back down.

the head was fun, but you needed more to be truly sedated.

“you gotta fuck me. like, now.” you spit, shame out the window. you crawl down before lifting your right leg up and over him again. jay sits up a bit, his elbows holding him up. you finally reach for your sports bra, pulling it over your left shoulder before quickly ripping it off. it comically flings off in the distance with the force you use, and jay huffs a laugh out at the way you don’t bother to look for it.

you climb back up his body, this time hovering over his lower thighs before crawling up a bit more. your left hand comes up to jays stomach, holding him still as you cowered over his erection. it lays heavy on jays pelvis, jays legs bending slightly to plant his heels into the bed. he reaches up with his right hand to lazily grab one of your pillows before stuffing it behind his head, patient.

he watches how you lightly grab his dick with your thumb, index and middle finger. you breathe in and out to cool your racing heartbeat before lining him up, his tip lightly brushing up and down your entrance and clit as you selfishly rub yourself up against his tip—claiming him in omega terms.

he lets you, his hands coming up to lightly rub up and down your thighs as he bites a little of his bottom lip. initially, you put just his tip in, bringing your hands away so you can could lay them on jays chest.

in one swift move, you plop down on, your thighs clenching in anticipation.

he knocks the wind out of you, immediately evoking tears at how good and full you feel.

jays immediately worried, grabbing your hips to stop you as you cry out.

“no—stop—please.” you beg, hands scrambling to get him to stop pulling you upwards. “it’s so good, please.” you confess, his eyes watching between your legs.

you couldn’t be lying, the way you rain down on his length, your scent flooding the room.

he’s astonished, smirking slightly as he watches you bounce slowly, your body—especially your boobs—shaking with your movements.

each snap of your ass against jays thighs clap within the four walls of your room, jays left hand finding your right hand in the heat of the moment. he interlocks his fingers with yours, his right hand coming up to reach for your your neck.

you lean forward for him, your left hand holding you upwards on his upper stomach. he lightly squeezes either side of your neck, slowing blood flow as he watches you shiver incessantly.

he lets you continue riding, watching your face for discomfort. he pulls his hand away from your grip, using his left elbow to hold his body weight up. the moment you get a little too weak to continue bouncing, jay lets your neck go, a loud moan falling from your lips.

his heels dug into your bed, hands grabbing your hips harshly as he moving you with him. he thrusts up as he brings you down onto his length, your mouth hanging open with each meet.

he grits his teeth like before, his eyes piercing into your skull as he watches your head hang and bounce. his stamina is amazing—partially because of his wolf type—but also because of his own fitness routine.

he’s relentless, his face mirroring yours as he gets closer. “fuck, y/n look at me.” he orders, his eyes waiting. his eyes lightly glow gold as he keeps thrusting, and your inner omega nearly howling at the attention.

“i should—mark you too—shouldn’t i.” he comments between thrusts, his eyes on you.

“maybe.” you tease, smiling at the way jay looks away in annoyance, focusing on thrusting.

“okay—yes. you should.” you correct yourself, watching how his eyes snap back to you.

“i don’t think i’ll ever—get dick—this good—from anyone else.” you admit, the tension in the room thick.

he takes this as a green light, sitting up fully to drop you down on the bed between his legs. he slips out of you momentarily as he scoots back, pulling his legs out from beside you.

without missing another beat, he grabs himself with his right hand as he kneels before you, lining himself up between your sprawled out legs. he looks down at you with a smile before pushing in, bringing his right hand up to lightly suck at the tips of his fingers, thrusting slowly.

you’re enamoured with the way he insists on tasting every bit of you, his left hand snaking up to wrap around your neck again. he squeezes the sides of your neck again like before, leaning over you. your head sits still in his grasp, mouth hanging open slightly with each thrust.

your mouth hangs when jays right hand sits right against the fat of your pussy, his thumb rubbing your bud side to side. he bites his lip as he watches your response, his brows frowning.

as time passes, the lack of blood to your head has you dizzy like earlier today.

he’s so close, and so are you.

“want me to bite you, baby?” jay asks, his eyes still lightly glowing.

“yes!” you moan out loud, eyes almost crossed as they lay closed with the constant stimulation.

“you wanna have everyone smelling me on your body as you walk through the office? have everyone know i claimed you?” he continues, working himself up. you can only whine and pant, your hands slowly reaching out for him.

he takes both his hands away from their tasks, collecting both your hands in his right hand, holding them to your chest. he lets out a soft ‘ah’, his left hands thumb repositioning itself on your clit.

he rubs harsher than before, and you can’t help but thrash around. you can feel the buildup in your chest, but you can’t get there until he finally sinks his canines into your skin, no matter the location. “please.” you beg, waiting for the sign.

a loud moan pours from jays lips as he falls forward, both his hands resting above your head, setting your hands free. you snake your hands up his back, encouraging him to lean in closer.

he takes you by surprise, pushing his lips into yours for another passionate kiss, his hands holding your head still.

suddenly, while pulling away, he harshly bites down into the upper inside of your bottom lip. his thrusts transform into a persistent grind.

the pain is unbearable, a soft cry leaving your lips as tears stream down your face. it’s very unconventional as a marking spot, but it triggers your orgasm regardless.

a long moan leaves your lips for the final time, your bottom teeth blood stained as your back slowly arches upwards.

jay pulls his teeth out of your lip as you do so, grinding against you. blood lightly lines his inner lips as he shutters above you, spurts of cum warmly seeping inside of you.

the taste in your mouth is metallic, but it doesn’t bleed past the initial pierce of jays teeth. a light amount of blood sits in each small piercing, quickly healing. jay licks his lips at once, cleaning the rest of your blood as you slowly come to your senses, blinking away tears.

he’s immediately apologetic.

“i’m so sorry, i don’t know why i bit you there—or at all.” he answers, the guilt sinking in. your head is a little cloudy still, but you’re a lot better off than you were before, smiling.

“that was probably the best thing you did today.” you answer, your hands coming up to cup the sides of his face. he still sits inside of you, his body and erection cooling down.

“how do you feel about marking me?” you ask, your eyes searching his. “fantastic. i really do like you, y/n.” he confesses, the corners of your mouth curling into a soft smile.

“i meant it when i said i saw something more in you.” he finishes, leaning down to kiss you softly, your eyes closing. you two lazily kiss one another, your bodies hot and sticky. he pulls away from you to kiss your bottom lip apologetically, smiling.

“fuck, what time is it?” jay asks, pulling his face away to aimlessly look around your room for a clock. when he doesn’t spot one, he sits back, pulling himself out of you slowly.

you moan at the retraction, sitting up in the bed as you felt his and your cum slowly seep out of you. his right hand reaches back for his watch as he knee walks over. squinting at the roman numbers,

2:58

he chuckles to himself, throwing his watch back on the bedside table before climbing off your bed to stand. he holds his right hand out to you, watching as you cup your pussy with your right hand to shimmy and slide off the bed. “why’re you doing that?” he asks, and you look at him through squinted eyes.

“i’m not leaving all this cum on my bed.” you answer, jay laughing once as he pulls you upright, wrapping your arms around his neck with both his hands.

“then lets get you back in the shower, hm?” he asks, his arms curling around your sides. he plants a kiss near your left temple before letting you move your face again, planting a kiss on the bridge of your nose.

© SJYFAVE ON TUMBLR

college is tiring.. I have a million drafts I could start up and post but here I am being lame asf.

I have something inappropriate to say 🤭

I Don't Play Nice

pairing: riri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: don't fuck fans. this was your rule. unfortunately though, the development of this rule came only after you'd done just that. and now, you cannot seem to outrun your mistake.

word count: longg <3

contains: singer!reader, obsessed!fan!riri, mean!reader, semi mean!riri, possessive!riri, jealous!riri, ooc riri, tbh riri herself is a warning, toxic dynamics, some darkish themes?, mentions of stalking, smut (18+), dom!reader, sub!riri, bratty!riri, riri is mouthy & very unhinged, oral, choking, knife play (riri loves her knife), light nipple play, mentions of blood, car sex, public sex?, strap!reader, fingering (riri receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, spanking, crying, biting, pain!kink, masturbation, strap sucking (barely), use of drugs (pills), rough sex

tags: @verachii @venusdraco @quintessencewrites @cjariot @widowmakker @blackgcomica @n7cje @dejaonline @shinsousliya @generallysapphic @mbakuetshurisprincess @pinkwright @saintwrld @axailslink @mocha-aya @uhwhatsay @6-noir @cuddl3s4shur1 @chidinma @shuriszn @lppriceisright @sweetalittleselfish-honey @abenomeiiii @marsolgy @prettymrswright @shurisjournal @marsolgy @shurismainbxtch @shurisbbymama @shuriri4life @cafehyunji @yunhofingers @yamsthoughts @iseebeautyinwords @ihearttish @vampzxi @sapphicvqmpires

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: uhhhh, just stay with me, walk with me!!! see it the way i’m seeing it first!!! the car scene/smut is heavily inspired by ohmami by chase atlantic & maggie lindemann, i've had that song on repeat for weeks just sitting in my ideas. i would suggest listening to it to understand some of the references lol. other songs that inspired this fic: misunderstood - kodie shane, don't fight it - kodie shane, f&mu - kehlani, triggered - chase atlantic, off my head - kodie shane and then ohmami last. also this is dedicated to that anon who was screaming in my askbox for sub!riri for like a month, i saw you fren. i had too much fun writing this even though it killed my brain, i didn't even think i was gon post it fr. but anywhoo, hope y'all enjoy! mwah, mwah!!

Bright neon lights illuminated the stage, your crimson-hued silhouette resembling that of a deity from where you stood, bathing in the crowd’s continuous chant of your name. There were distinguishable cracks in the voices rushing you, throats more than likely sore from the ear-piercing screams bellowing out of them, yet still, they endured, glazed eyes stalking you in sheer adoration. Your audience clung to your every lyric, your every move down to the bounce of your sweaty curls as you pranced around the stage.

You were in your element, entrancing their minds with a power you had yet to grow used to.

In your chest, your heart gained life, its thump a deafening pound resounding in your ears; if the beating were any louder, the microphone clasped in your fist would surely pick it up. But it was yours to hear, just like the sensation of your stomach in your throat was yours to feel — the absence of your mind yours to know.

Calling your love for performing an addiction would be an understatement. You were your most authentic self on stage, every surge of adrenaline dosing the high you were jonesing for. Your confidence blossomed, not as a mirage, but as the most corporeal entity your body could conjure up, differing greatly from your branded media persona of an arrogant, entitled, asshole.

These were titles intended to condemn following the very messy breakup with your now ex-girlfriend, renowned actress Syla Slate. Gorgeous, talented, beloved by all of America; she was their sweetheart, so naturally, she won the public’s favor in the split. But your resilience had been a thing miscounted, and woefully so; you wore your scarlet letters with honor, refusing to clear up rumors surrounding your infidelity.

If there were words to be said, feelings to unpack, you would express them on the stage before the thousands of people holding your word as bond, which happened to be the exact thing you did now.

“London!” You commanded the audience with outstretched arms, your very presence eliciting a thunderous uproar. “I ain't think y'all could get any louder.”

The drove of onlookers read your disbelief as a challenge, shouts climbing the arena walls as the sharp octave punctured your eardrums.

You popped out your in-ears, unable to halt the slow smile stretching across your features. You were proud, proud that they risked the health of their voices just to hear yours. “Well alright, I guess y’all could get louder.”

They chuckled as a collective, making you follow suit, “I got one more song for you lot. That's what y’all be saying over here, right? You lot? Shidd, my southern ass wouldn't know,” They laughed again at your terrible rendition of a British accent. “Anyway, like I was saying, I got one more song, y’all cool with that?”

Just as you expected, shriek after shriek bled into one another, melding to create a boisterous sound that expanded around the O2 Arena, and you let your smile broaden as you secured your microphone back into its stand. “Ooh, y’all sound excited!”

The slowed tempo of your closing track began its waft, filling the speakers, the ears of your admirers, and your system all at once. They recognized the beat within seconds, the bass now competing with their cries.

A little bit of that arrogance you chose not to refute came peeking through as you adjusted your mic stand, “Oh y'all know this one, huh?” And they yelled again, satisfying you.

You shut your eyes, expiring a shaky breath into the grille of the mic in preparation, allowing the music to seize hold of you. Your digits trembled around the mouthpiece, and your rings scraped the surface.

Complicated, I shouldn't ever have to feel this way.

Instinctively, the lyrics vacated your mouth, and instinctively, your sockets began to well. You fought the tears, keeping your lids tight in protest of the tumble they threatened.

But, every time I try to up and walk away,

You come around and start to love me, love me better.

Your emotions and your wet eyes were both the epitome of irony. How many shows had you closed with this very song? Why were the waterworks threatening to spill now?

Complicated, I shouldn't ever have to feel this way

Perhaps they were due to the truth stewing inside you. Tonight wasn't just the last show of your tour, it would be your last live performance for a while. You would be leaving your heart on this stage tonight. A difficult decision made, but a necessary one nonetheless. Perhaps this was your body attempting to accept this fact.

Every time I try to up and walk away,

You make a promise that you'll love me, love me better

Love me, love me better

After a moment, your eyes fluttered open and the tears swelling your orbs rained down, fogging your vision. You loosened your strangle on the mic, only now realizing how tight you held to it. As you gazed at the sea of bodies, you noted their red eyes and damp cheeks. They were screaming your song back at you, your lyrics dragging through the air.

It wasn't uncommon to witness your fans crying at your shows; your music overwhelmed them; their connection to you overwhelmed them, and the vulnerability birthed from this emotional exchange overwhelmed you.

I think I'd rather just be misunderstood,

Found out your love ain't no good.

You took in the masses, scanning their dazed smiles as you continued to sing, and that's when you saw her.

Through the mist in your eyes, she emerged out of nothingness. Clad in lace, sporting that devilish smirk that curdled your blood, wearing those dark irises brewed to the brim with mischief. You could always pick her out in any crowd, which looking back, had been the commencement of your own undoing.

Had me at hello, got me with a kiss, left me in abyss.

She swayed to the music, mouthing the words with those dangerous fucking lips. Lips that could ruin your life with a single utterance, lips that did ruin your life, your relationship.

When you finally let your eyes meet, she bared her white teeth, taunting you in that way she often did. You were seething and she knew it, her swift little wink a testament to her knowledge.

You should turn away, rip your gaze from hers, focus on the tear-stained faces in the audience. You should ignore the abrupt shift in your heart’s thump, how it rattled in rage now at an uncomfortable rate. You shouldn't allow her to get to you just by simply existing.

Don’t want my heart cold, so I took it off of my neck and my wrist.

But, in an arena sculpted to house twenty thousand, a lone Riri Williams faded your performance high just by being.

God she was maddening, and inescapable it seemed, no matter the continent you ventured to. To the rest of the world, it'd look like you were serenading her in a bubble where just the two of you existed, but you both knew better. Your anger was palpable to her alone, something she counted on; you’d played this game of hers long enough to hone certain skills, like how to bury your building fury. Your muscles tensed, your knees locked in place as you returned to choking the mic yet again, sizzling under your elevating temperature.

You sang through your irritation though, spitting your venomous lyrics directly in her face as she watched, amused. She wouldn't ruin this parting performance for you.

Found out it was mostly lust but not love.

You kept your eyes on her for the duration of the song, earning jealous stares from the other girls rallying around her, their own hopes of soliciting your gaze made obvious. They were shoving, and yelling, yanking the barricade aggressively, yet still, all your focus lay on Riri. It's what she hoped for, to ensure chaos, to make it obvious she did not need to vie for your attention, she just… simply had it.

You were strengthening her pride, the last thing you sought to do, but looking away from her proved to be impossible.

Complicated, I shouldn't ever have to feel this way.

But, every time I try to up and walk away,

You come around and start to love me, love me better,

Love me, love me better…

Confetti raining from the heavens emulated her skin's shine, golden and distracting, the showers causing you to rip your stare away from her briefly. When the dust settled, she’d vanished, disappearing like she'd never existed, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself with a head shake.

“London, thank you, I love you. I’m gonna miss you!”

With that, the lights dimmed, giving you time to evacuate the stage swiftly and stealthily. Off you went, mind still muddled with the smugness she wore on her features as she gawked at you with feral eyes.

Riri being in town meant trouble, and you wanted no fucking part in whatever she had planned.

•••

After leaving the venue your entire body felt numb and fatigued, so you instructed your driver to take you straight back to your hotel. Typically, your routine concluding a performance would involve saying hello to fans who stayed behind after the show, you'd done it countless times, but not tonight. With Riri on the loose, you couldn't chance running into her anywhere, not in your current state of exhaustion. If she was to meet you this way, you were ashamed to admit that it would take zero effort on her part to coax you into doing whatever she wished.

You weren't too tired to be furious though, allowing the emotion to take precedence over your shame; you intended to use said fury to venture as far away from Riri Williams' deranged ass as you could manage.

The length of your silent car ride was spent with your head propped on the cool window, pondering her being in London. You didn't have to question her why; Riri fought valiantly to be wherever you were, but her how, that remained somewhat of a mystery.

How was it plausible for her to be in Europe right now? Her finals should be consuming the majority of her time, clashing with the schedule for the last leg of your tour. You knew this because you planned this.

For the first fifteen stops, there were no tour buses broken into, no dressing room locks tampered with, your shows remained uninterrupted, and you hadn't had to suffer through your usual internal battle when facing off with your biggest weakness. All was fine until tonight, your final concert.

How convenient, you thought, though you supposed her powers should in no way surprise you anymore. You knew the things Riri was capable of, experienced the fate of her actions.

Which was why you decided a quiet night in your hotel would be your chosen way of decompressing. When you pulled up to where you were staying, you shot your manager a text informing her you would not be attending the after-party thrown in your honor. Parties meant paparazzi and their intrusive questions about your relationship, or rather, the lack thereof. But most annoyingly, parties meant Riri, and her covert ways of always weaseling past security at events she presumed you to be at.

And you would pass on dealing with either scenario tonight.

The elevator chimed, doors sliding open on your floor and you stepped out, trotting swiftly toward your suite with a hot shower in mind, one that would rinse away your stressors.

Upon unlocking the door though, there was an immediate sense of something being off, the instinct an acquired habit after your colossal mistake of intertwining your life with Riri's. Every day since you'd been made to look over your shoulder. You stalked deeper into your room, eyes trailing to your rumpled white comforter pulled back as though someone had lain in your sheets.

Before you left that morning, you'd made your bed, another acquired habit, this one drilled into you by your grandmother growing up, and one you practiced diligently when sleeping in threads that weren't your own.

So naturally, with the sight laid out before you, your mind ran straight to the only person you knew could be responsible. The pillow on the right side of the bed was dented, and one of your silk button-ups from a previous concert sat in a pool on the carpet. You bent over to pick it up, pulling it to your nose for a deep inhale to find that you were indeed correct; the intoxicating aroma of Riri's perfume misted the fabric, forcing an unintentional smirk to crack across your lips. You battled against its appearance and lost, as usual.

She was here, in your room, in your bed, wearing your clothes. And recently too, her floral scent still lingering on your linens serving as proof. Your eyes rolled on command, but you decided to ignore the knowledge you'd just gained, mind still set on that well-earned shower. You figured you could still get to it, if Riri had still been around, her presence would've been made known the moment you stepped through the threshold.

Her absence indicated one thing though; she wanted you to come find her, but you wouldn't play into her hand. You were far too tired, and far too over her games.

You began a leisure strip, stepping out of your leather pants and dressing down to your undergarments before making your way to the bathroom. You stopped short when your toes met the tiled floor, gawking at the scene awaiting your attention.

Scarlet petals floated atop long departed waters, blanketing the bath that had now run cold. They were scattered across the floor as well, and the lasting whiff of outed lavender candles filled the air. A discarded bra hung off the side of the tub, matching panties too, and you sighed, stepping on the torn roses as you walked further into the bathroom. She sure knew how to make herself at home.

When you stood before the sink, your eyes dropped instantly to the counter, glued to the promiscuous polaroids littered across it.

Every last one of Riri, every last one taken in your bed. Your shirt draped her body in some, the golden shade making her skin pop beneath the material, mimicking the confetti from earlier. But she was fully naked in most, bare breasts and nipple jewelry exposed with her perfectly manicured fingers playing in her pretty cunt. You picked them up one by one, examining the images further.

The angles were impressive, you couldn't lie, and you appreciated her effort. Like her position in the picture your thumb grazed now; Riri was bent over, ass high in the air, her dripping folds glistening in the perfect shot.

The more time spent gaping at the photos, the stickier your underwear became, clinging to your own saturated cunt. Riri's effect on you wasn't some unknown thing, you were aware of it, she was damn sure aware of it, and these polaroids displayed below you were her version of a reminder, but you chose to stare anyway, reveling in the building throb at your center.

In the final one, her locs cloaked her shoulders, slightly shielding her nipples from your view. But your focus did not lie there, instead, the hefty-looking purple toy rammed into her tight hole stole your attention. It stretched her wide, the pleasure causing her head to sling backward, and those pretty lips to part, forming the most pitiful little 'o' you'd ever seen.

It was this shot that compelled your hand's betrayal, your shower partially forgotten as you slipped your digits beneath the waistband of your panties. One stroke of your swelling clit had your throat craning, imitating Riri's in the photo, a rugged moan slipping free as you splashed around in your wetness, eyes fluttering in response to the sensation.

Before you could really delve into pleasuring yourself though, you glanced at the mirror, reading the words written on it, words you'd somehow missed upon entry.

You rolled your eyes and freed your damp hands from your pussy, arousal on a mission to flee your body. It was replaced instead, by your previous rush of agitation as you reread her cheeky message.

“Did you miss me?” Scribbled across the glass in ruby-red lipstick, the question enclosed in her literal kisses.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

•••

In an interesting twist of events, you'd found yourself in the hotel bar nursing a rum and coke with your thumb looming over a poorly typed text message, those photos still weighing heavy on your head.

Under steaming streams meant to wash her likeness away, your pussy had a vastly different idea in mind, wrangling your fingers in on the plan against your will as you fucked yourself to the thought of her. You came harder than you had in weeks, though the orgasm did nothing to relax your spinning mind.

That's what the alcohol was for, or, what it was supposed to be for anyway.

You’d wandered downstairs in disgrace, desperately needing to drink your actions away. But rather than the escape you chased after, you were met with only more shame at the bottom of your glass. It was your single drink that prompted the idea of texting Syla. A risky move, and a cliché at that, texting your ex the second a drop of liquor kissed your lips. But, you’d done worse things, quite literally moments before drafting the unsent message you still stared at.

You supposed it was the guilt of your shower excursions truly driving your choice. She deserved an explanation for everything, a proper one, and providing that hadn't been an accessible opportunity over the past few months. She was busy on set, and you were on tour, battling the everlasting presence of the demon at fault for your parting.

Riri Williams.

You'd met her a year and a half ago, when your career was on the climb, and the line of girls willing to do whatever you wanted on the promise of a good fuck and a shot at being your next video vixen was unending. You never delivered on the latter part of that promise, but after experiencing the former, they hadn't the capability to mind much.

It was a routine you developed, sleeping with girls after every show, slutting them out, then sending them on their merry ways immediately after. So when the girl with full lips and sinful eyes caught your attention in a Chicago crowd, you knew immediately she was to be your next conquest.

She was alluring, unsettlingly so as she bopped to your singing with a smirk hanging off her blood-red lips. Danger lurked beneath that smirk, lying wait, and you took notice. It should've been your first sign to steer clear of the menacing beauty, but, you were stubborn by nature, and evidently your own worst enemy. So you stooped on the stage, extended your hand to meet hers, laced your fingers together, and sent the audience into a frenzy when you dedicated your celebratory ode to the soul foretold to doom your life.

Riri was the first of your plethora of playthings able to keep up with your stamina. She was fucking feral, and insatiable, hell-bent on riding your strap off of its harness. You weren't ashamed at the time to admit she was the best you’d ever had, and that was only after one night together.

You hadn't even questioned her appearances at multiple gigs and events afterward; you were way too gone off the sex to notice the sprouting problem. Much like performing, you were developing an addiction to her, and the heat between her thighs. Submerging your tongue deep within her wet walls provided the same jolt of adrenaline you received from being on stage, if not more. Bending her over to demolish her from the back got you higher than the chants from thousands of fans ever would.

When you finally did come up for air long enough to acknowledge your predicament, it had been far too late. You began to pull away, wanting to wean yourself off of the drug that was Riri. But she wasn't going for that.

Where you tried dousing your addiction into a dwindling flame, Riri's obsession flourished like a forest fire.

Denying her access to yourself was possibly the worst decision you could have ever made. It didn't stop her from finding your studio, damaging your car engine and conveniently being nearby to help fix it, she even went as far as getting jobs at the venues you played just so she could see you, only to quit directly after your set.

Her ways of maneuvering were mind-boggling, frustrating you to your very core because no matter the effort you poured into it, leaving Riri alone was a task you found to be formidable. She'd show up, and you'd give in. Every. Single. Time.

All of that came to a crashing halt when she obtained your home address, deciding to break in as some grand romantic gesture to “win you back.” You didn't read it that way, obviously, and you branded her a lunatic who had no part in your life. You fucked her like she was nothing and sent her packing, threatening a restraining order if she didn't leave you alone from then on.

Dating Syla forced you to make good on that threat. Your relationship was fairly new at the time, but you liked her enough to want to keep Riri miles and miles away from her. You were at a place of contentment in your career, the need to collect a harem of women washed from your system after the nightmare of your last encounter, and peace seemed like an obtainable thing, or at least some semblance of it, with Riri gone for good.

It's what she allowed you to believe anyway, until she'd apparently had enough of watching you be happy with a woman who wasn't her.

You'd received a text composed of the same words signed across the mirror upstairs.

Did you miss me?

And it wasn't much longer before Syla was on the line, screaming obscenities at you through the phone.

“Lying bitch.”

“Cheating ass hoe.”

“Fucking slut.”

“We're Done.”

She hung up without letting you get a word of defense in, leaving you more so angry than heartbroken. Because it was undeniable that the cause of Syla's unrest and the text on your screen somehow coincided. A truth confirmed when your phone started dinging off the hook.

Riri liked to take flicks.

“To commemorate the moment.” She'd say, and it had already been discovered that telling her no wasn't a thing you could do, so you always let her pull the camera out, far too turned on by the idea of your own personal collection of home movies with Riri in your phone.

In hindsight, you should've guessed they'd come back to bite you in the ass eventually, despite Riri's accomplished skill to manipulate. How she'd managed to convince you the tapes existed in your phone alone was embarrassingly beyond you.

Because there they all were, coming through one by one as you sat on the edge of your bed, dumbfounded.

Syla had forwarded every piece of incriminating evidence that backed up her accusations to you. There were dozens of photos, dozens of videos, all of you and Riri over the year she spent in and out of your sheets. None of them recent, but that ceased to matter. Your girlfriend had seen images of your strap down Riri's throat, watched videos of her back arching impressively for you. And your words; her ears were exposed to the vulgar phrases you hissed as you fucked Riri senseless, phrases you'd never once mouthed to her in the bedroom.

Which was why your conscience scolded you so, because the hurt dampening her words that day was unmistakable for anything else. Yet, you ignored that fact in the shower, huffing Riri's name as you permitted a climax brought on by her image to rattle your bones.

You sighed, finally hitting send on the message just as the bartender approached you, “Oof, you look like you could use another one of those. My shift ends soon, but I could make you another if you'd like.”

Her name tag read Esperanza. Pretty, you thought, a pretty name for a pretty girl. Almost pretty enough to tempt a yes out of you, “Could you ask me again, preferably in an accent that isn't as attractive as yours so I can say no? Because I really, really wanna say no.”

She laughed when you groaned in frustration, rewarding you with a blinding smile that unexpectedly heated your cheeks, “I mean I could, my Swedish accent is pretty terrible, that might work. But I won't, seeing as it's in the job description to seduce guests into buying more alcohol with my voice.”

“Is it?” You questioned with a small smirk.

“Yeah. Especially the pretty American ones like yourself.”

You opened your mouth, fully prepared to retort with something equally as flirtatious, but then your phone buzzed in your palm, capturing your attention as your eyes fell to the device in hopes of seeing Syla's name lighting the screen, only to be met with disappointment.

You wanna fuck that bitch or something?

The number unknown, but the sender was far from.

“Would you excuse me?” You spoke finally and Esperanza nodded, returning to her business of cleaning the counter down.

You stood up from the stool with darting eyes, scanning the bar for any signs of her presence but to no avail. When your phone rang, you answered it without a second thought.

“Where are you?”

Soon, Riri’s permanently teasing voice chimed in your ears, “Hi baby, you miss me?”

She giggled, and you imagined her somewhere twirling her hair around her finger, smiling innocently to herself.

You huffed into the mic, already beyond irritated with her antics, “Riri, where are you?”

“Ugh, baby, why you always so hostile?”

“I told you to stop fucking calling me that.”

“Don't be mean to me. I'm sensitive, baby.” You could hear the frown in her voice, the way her tone took a dive indicating she'd been truly hurt by your words, which only annoyed you more.

“No, you're fucking crazy.” She paused, just like you'd anticipated, and you listened for her intake of breath, smirking when the faint sound of her gasp blessed you. You knew her eye twitched like it always did, you just wished you had the pleasure of witnessing it for yourself.

“I don't like that word.” Her declaration blew through the speaker cold as ice.

You dragged your hand over your face, losing the patience you barely had to begin with. “Riri, what do you want?”

“Did you see my pictures, baby?” Just like that, she did away with the chill lacing her voice, returning it to its usual chipper pitch. “Did you like them? I figured you'd need something to… relax you after your big performance. You did so well by the way, I’m proud of you.”

The thrill that shot through you from her praise would have to go ignored, because you weren't trying to deal with any of your conflicting emotions for the psychotic girl on the other end of the call. “What do you want from me?”

“You and Esperanza looked cozy flirting at the bar. Can't say I wasn't jealous, you never talk to me like that. But if you like her, I could help get y’all together, give you a helping hand and shit. Now that you single.” She giggled slightly after finishing her last sentence.

You turned, eyeing the bar once again. It was mostly empty, save for the three girls in a corner booth, the security guard posted at the door, and yourself. Esperanza had left it seemed, clocking out like she promised, leaving you alone with the ghost of Riri on your line.

You rolled your eyes, remembering how you still suffered the ramifications from the last time she felt inclined to offer a helping hand, “Your crazy ass blew up my fucking relationship and you think I want your help?”

She remained silent for a lengthy amount of time, almost tricking you into believing the line went dead. It wasn't until you were lowering the phone from your ear that she cleared her throat, and you braced yourself for impact. “She could never satisfy you and you fucking know it. You ain't even like her for real, you just wanted a new bitch laid up under you after I stopped giving you access to this pussy baby.”

If the word delusional existed as a person, her name would be Riri Williams.

“You're fucking insane do you know that? Like something is genuinely wrong with you if you think–”

Riri cut you off, “Let's not forget I wasn't alone in our little movies baby. You can't blame your fuck ass relationship failing all on me, because if I remember correctly, you was the one holding the camera while you was blowing my shit, wasn't you?”

Your throat dried, your vision reddened, and your phone shook inside your fist. You couldn't speak because there were no words to be said. “Ri–”

“You know what? I change my mind, I won't help you with Esperanza after all. I like having you to myself anyway. You still want me, and with ole girl out the picture, we can go back to how we used to be.”

“Tell me where the fuck you are Riri.” There was a thud on her end, one that you also heard inside the bar. She was definitely somewhere close.

She tsked, “Nuh-uh baby, you gotta come find me. I got a surprise for you.”

And she hung up the phone, the beep forcing an exasperated sigh from your lips as you stood hopeless in the middle of the bar.

•••

For as long as you’d known Riri, she'd always been obsessed with the never-ending game of hide and seek she trapped you in, forcing the role of being it on you every time. She wanted you scouring the hotel for her while she waited, sitting pretty in whatever cranny she'd made herself comfortable in. She wanted you to do what you always did when you inevitably smoked her out of hiding: punish her for her bad behavior.

Fuck what she wanted.

You wouldn't give in, not this time, and what better way to ensure this case than leaving the hotel entirely? It was late, the night breeze dry as the valet pulled your brand new Ferrari GTC4Lusso around the front, the street lights reflecting off its bold cherry tint. A destination was the furthest thing from your mind when you climbed inside the car, but truthfully, you didn't require one. Driving was merely a ploy to put some distance between you and Riri.

The car’s rumble when you pulled off wasn't one loud enough to drown out your screaming thoughts, much to your dismay. You’d hoped, at the very least, that the revving engine, and the openness of the endless motorway you were now zipping down recklessly, would be enough to dampen your anger. But alas, vexation was an ever-present emotion whenever you found yourself in proximity to her, or rather, when she forced proximity between the pair of you, and it didn't emerge for the reasons you wished it did.

Your adrenaline was rocketing, heart rate spiking in tandem with the numbers on the dash as your toes pushed into the pedal, but despite all this, your sour mood remained. Because you could not discredit Riri's infuriating claim; you wanted her still. You'd endured months without her, abiding by the useless lies that failed to convince you otherwise. That lust for her taste lingered, that lust for her feel, all of it.

Lust that Syla could never satiate, and you often got the sense she wasn't heedless to that truth.

“Fuck!” You cursed aloud, eyes flickering to your dinging phone screen colored in her text messages.

You almost reached for the device resting in the mount, crippling guilt once again driving your decision-making. But you reminded yourself you were behind the wheel, just as an identifiable sensation against your bobbing larynx sent a chilling shiver down your spine, and molded you still in your seat. Briefly, cautiously, you allowed your eyes to leave the road, causing the car to swerve unintentionally into another lane when your gaze became acquainted with the object pinning you down. Beautiful, black, and blinding; the razor-edged blade tacked to your flesh was accompanied by the sweetest pain, and a deeply sultry voice. “We don't text and drive, baby. Leave the bitch on delivered.”

When she spoke, it irritatingly settled your breathing, but not enough to assist you in regaining control of the steering wheel clutched in your fists. There were other cars on the road honking at your continued shifting, but what could you really do when there was an insane girl holding a knife to your throat as you drove? “Riri...”

“I told you to come find me and you didn't.” She spat harshly. Just your fucking luck, she was upset.

“Riri, Ima crash this fucking car if you don't move that shit from my throat.”

She ignored you of course, opting to press the knife in harder. If it were her goal, she could break through skin, the choking pressure indicative of the power she wielded, and in any other circumstance you'd probably be enjoying her lethal way of incapacitating you. “Why didn't you come find me? I was waiting for you.”

“I'm not finna play this game with your psychotic ass tonight Riri. I said fucking move that shit.”

Once again, your cry fell on deaf ears. She kept her hand looped around the driver's seat, knife firm in her fingers as she tightened her grip on the decorative, golden handle.

You listened to her airy exhale, flinched beneath its warmth when it plowed into your expecting cheek, and it was then that you allowed your glare to capture hers in the rearview mirror. Her lips, pouty and red-stained, twitched at the corners, morphing into a foreboding smirk that traveled straight up to her smoky eyes. Eyes that were deep, eyes that were dark, and exceedingly dangerous; like a void you were destined to forever fall victim to.

Riri launched her body forward, nibbling on your bare earlobe. “You're being mean again baby. Real mean for somebody with a knife pressed to they throat right now.”

The sting from the blade began to heighten, building into a burn so glorious, it shot through your limbs, and you found yourself inadvertently tilting your head backward to relish in the hurt.

“I could slit your fucking throat right now and you wouldn't even be quick enough to stop me.”

Words of your own were difficult to come by, you were entirely consumed with combatting the violent throb increasing in your pants, all amidst your efforts to keep you both alive in the drifting Ferrari, but it seemed your soul was the only one inside the car yearning to live another day. “Ri–”

“Just kidding!” The dagger levitated, undoing its imprint in your flesh, and you coughed, one hand instantly flying up to your bruised throat while the other remained on the wheel, regaining full control of the vehicle.

She planted a long, sloppy kiss on your cheek before climbing over into the passenger seat, giggling all the while.

“Jesus fucking Christ Riri, what the actual fuck?!” You spared her a glance, of course she was grinning.

“Were you scared for your life, baby?” She giggled again, biting her lip as she tried reaching for your phone, but you smacked her hand away before she could get to it. “Rude!”

You sighed, “How the hell did you get in here, Riri?”

“Mmm, semantics.” She huffed, seemingly bored.

You relaxed, eyes fixed back on the road now that you were somewhat confident Riri wouldn't be slicing you open. Your muscles loosened and you fell into a leisure position, tossing an irritated scowl her way. “What are you doing in London? You should be at school. Don't you have finals and shit?”

“Aww, look at you all concerned about my studies. You're so cute, baby.” You tried your hardest not to cringe at the pet name and the heat it churned inside your abdomen. “But, obviously I had to see you. You all single now, your tour just ended, and you announced that hiatus, I didn't know when I'd get the chance again. Aren't you happy I'm here?”

“Not at all.”

She frowned, “That's not funny.”

“I wasn't tryna be fucking funny, you shouldn't be here.”

You hadn't needed to see her face to know a smirk played in her features. “You didn't think that lil restraining order was gon stretch all the way across the pond did you? They don't got jurisdiction over me out here baby. I can be as close to you as I want.”

You groaned inwardly, unaware of who you were truly annoyed with; Riri and her actions, or yourself for being so damn turned on listening to her insane logic. She was correct, because you knew that her stunt with Syla wasn't a one-off, and you'd eventually be seeing her again.

Riri was immensely smart, so it made sense that she waited until you were no longer on American soil to corner you, and making you think you'd finally escaped her by being in Europe had to certainly be part of her plan as well. Fuck, why was her conniving nature so damn sexy?

“How did you get in my car?” You asked again.

“I'm not that big, and you should know by now that I'm very…” Riri paused, deliberating on the word she wished to use. “Efficient, when it comes to getting into places I probably shouldn't be in.”

“Yeah, cause you're crazy.”

You could see Riri's body turning towards you in your peripheral, she bent her knees in the seat, eyes locked on your form as she skillfully maneuvered her knife in between her digits. “You like your tongue, baby?”

“What?”

She sneered, “Your tongue. Do you like it?”

“The fuck are–”

“Cause I like your tongue. When it's inside me, when it's rolling over my clit. Yeah, I actually kinda love your tongue, and I really, really want you to keep it.” She surged forward with a quickness, almost diving the point of her ebony dagger through your jugular. “So Ima suggest you stop fucking calling me that shit, I'd hate to have to cut it out.”

All you could do was roll your eyes. “Dramatic ass.”

“And you love it.” She plopped back into the seat with a satisfied smile, extending her legs so they now rested in your lap, to which you did not protest.

Riri giggled, reaching into the bosom of her dress to retrieve a small, clear baggie harboring those circular blue pills that she loved so much. Her wet tongue awaited the tablet's arrival, extending out of her mouth in preparation for its landing. And you turned, one hand on the wheel as you watched a gradual cerulean bleed cover her tastebuds. “Want one?”

“No.” All your attention shifted back to the road and your lack of destination. You'd left the hotel to get away from Riri, yet here you were, essentially taking a fucking joyride with her after she broke into your brand-new car.

“Ugh, lame.” She stashed the pills back inside her titties, once again reaching for your phone, and this time you didn't stop her. “Can I put my song on?”

Your brow quirked, “Your song?”

Riri nodded, “Yes, my song. The song you wrote for me!”

“You think I give enough of a fuck about your deranged ass to write a song about you?” You did, write a song about her that was, a couple in fact. All of them about your reprehensible escapades with the groupie who wouldn't leave you alone, the groupie who you couldn't leave alone.

Your entanglement with Riri had managed to bypass public perception, the only thing you executed correctly when it came to her, so her name had never been in the running when the speculations of who your last album could've been about arose. You knew she'd figure it out though, because of course she would.

She kicked your thigh, causing you to smack her ankle in retaliation. “You do. I'm your muse.”

You bellowed a hearty, sarcastic laugh. "My muse? Oh, you're very unwell, Riri." She pointed the blade your way as a warning, causing you to grin triumphantly. "And which song you think I wrote about you?”

“Don't play dumb baby, you can't pull that shit off.” Riri placed your phone back into its holder, her lips curling into a bashful smile when your voice drifted from the speakers, and her song coasted the car's air.

We done played all these games,

Only now I can't wait, I want you now, I can't wait, oh yeah.

The track she chose had indeed been one she inspired. It was also one you avoided entirely, purposefully leaving it off the set list for all of your shows. But again, here you were, subjected to listening to Riri's painfully off-key rendition of the lyrics that symbolized the relationship you two shared.

But she just wanna off my head, I just want the neck instead.

She just wanna fight in bed, I wanna get high instead, oh yeah.

“You think this is about you?” You teased, only seeking to rile her up. “This could be about any of the other girls I done fucked.”

“You know I can't leavе you alone? You know I could never tell you no? Hmm, definitely sound like this is about me. Cause I know you wasn't running back to none of them other hoes like you was running back to me, let's be for real.” She continued to sing, spreading her legs in the process.

It was muscle memory that had your hand descending to her ankle perched in your lap, making you squeeze it before you began to massage it in the way only you knew she liked. And the smile that you failed to disguise when she whimpered was one of instinct, not intention.

“How many girls have you f-fucked on tour, baby?” The question straggled out of her mouth behind a breathy moan.

You hadn't wanted to award her inquiry with any sort of answer, largely in part due to the answer being one that would please her, so you elected to lie.

“A few.” You retorted with a sanguine smirk you deemed sharper than the blade she flaunted, but when your gaze panned her way, the sight awaiting you dulled your smile into a flaccid frown.

She was bunching her dress, thumbing the fabric of her underwear once the hem circled her waist. “Mmm, that's a l-lie.”

Riri made you weak, downright helpless and impotent whenever her authentic huffs of pleasure gained volume. So it wasn't the least bit surprising when her whines from beside you nabbed your attention from the freeway, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything apart from the wet sounds emitted by her dripping center.

Your eyes drifted, and you stifled a moan of your own when you realized she'd graduated from touching herself with her fingers. Riri had the blade locked in her fist, dragging the handle up, down, and around her throbbing clit above her panties.

“Riri, what are you doing?” You bit your lip, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

She slipped her sticky panties to the side, finally bridging the gap keeping the hilt of the knife apart from her eager cunt. “If you was fucking bitches I would know. Sticking to your rule I see.” You watched the tip of the handle orbit her hole, just before it slowly sank in, getting swallowed by her grip all the way up to the bolster. “F-Fuck baby, I guess this p-pussy really changed your life, huh?”

“I don't want your fucking pussy juice all over my seat. This car is new.” Your scolding tone was feigned, only in an attempt to express a fragment of restraint, but truthfully, every ounce of it slipped swiftly away from you the second you bore witness to that molly hitting her tongue.

You weren't even sure if you were driving on the right side of the road, far too fixated on keeping your composure as your fibers mastered the art of persuasion. They insisted you pull over and allow your fingers to replace the knife, have your tongue relieve the shiny gold hook of its lewd duty of fucking Riri's cunt.

She was thrashing, pumping the back end of the blade in and out, in and out as her squishy pussy sang to you. “Am I the f-first g-girl you let r-ride in your new 'Rari, baby? Ooh, I feel so special.”

“I'm not letting you, your crazy ass broke in. And I mean it, close your damn legs.”

You did the only thing you could think of to get her to stop: you pushed the pedal to the floor, the speed sucking you into the seat as the car surged forward. But beside you, Riri remained a moaning, giggling mess. It was like your accelerated driving, and your admonishments motivated her to fuck her cunt faster as she slicked the knife, making herself wetter. “Hear h-how wet this pussy is for you b-baby? You haven't even t-touched me and I'm fucking drenched. Oh, oh! Shit!”

“Do not fucking come on my seat Riri.”

“Or what? You gonna p-punish me?” She used her free hand to rub coaxing circles into her twitching clit, biting down on her lip as the tool dove deeper into her stretched hole, prodding her sensitive spot just right. “Fuck! It f-feels so good! I'm close!"

You took your eyes off the road, watching her lids droop from the pleasure building deep within, tuning in to the cry clamoring from her tightening stomach.

“Don't.” But you knew she would.

“I can't baby. I-I… Oh fuck!” She groaned, long and breathy, her back arching inward, chest bouncing rapidly from the build-up. Riri screeched the second her orgasm knocked her down, and it was the sexiest sound you'd ever heard. Droves of bliss pillaged her frail body, and she shook violently next to you. “I'm s-sorry... I-I c-couldn't.”

“It's okay.” You were soothing her as she declined from her climax.

The handle glided out of her used pussy, dragging out strings of her oozing cum with it, and the hilt glistened brighter than it did before her hole consumed it. Your quick glances from the knife to the road, from the road to Riri’s seeping cunt weren't enough, you needed to taste her, and it was apparent that she read your mind. “Wanna taste?”

You tried for reluctance, at least your brain did, your body not so much. A steady nod was your only offer, eyes never leaving the road ahead, and you could sense Riri’s grin after receiving your answer. She was excited, pleased, surprised that you gave into her off the first ask, usually she'd have to work harder to earn your compliance. She was on her knees seconds later, left hand propping her up on the center armrest while her right carried the glimmering dagger to your mouth.

She smeared the tip across your full lips, her slickness coating them like gloss, and out came your tongue, drinking in her juices like a parched animal. As always, Riri's cum tasted fucking fantastic, but you refused to give her the satisfaction of moaning. “You like?”

You remained silent, and she smirked, “You love.” She beamed, tapping your mouth, “Open wide baby.”

She was taunting you, this you knew. You were also aware that you were on the verge of doing exactly as she requested without a lick of shame, and you glared at her, unimpressed.

“Please? For me?” She whined.

You couldn't resist her pout, you couldn't resist her, not anymore. So immediately, you promptly parted your lips, offering the stem of the dagger a seat on your watering tongue, your saliva mingling with Riri's sweet, sweet nectar.

This time you did moan, and loud too, fueling her fire just like she wanted, just like you always did. You twirled your tongue around it, sucking and licking every last drop of her creamy cum off the knife handle.

“Backseat. Now.” The only words out of your mouth when she pulled the hilt free, and she clapped, climbing over you as you smacked her ass before pulling the car over on the side of the highway.

•••

“Bend over.” You tried tearing your lips from hers as you spoke, but Riri snagged your bottom lip between her teeth, biting fiercely while her cunt brushed your lap. She kept her eyes on yours, smirking, wanting you to behold the peril swallowing her pupils when she slipped the point of her blackened blade between the buttons of your shirt. She dragged it down, the sharp knife popping each one clean off until your top flew open under her swift slicing.

Your own eyes twinkled encouragingly; you were far too into this; you always enjoyed those seldom moments when you permitted Riri's belief that she held the upper hand.

The tip of her pointed dagger grazed the valley of your unbound breasts, their exposure earning her marvel as she used the bountiful view to aid her desperate humps against your thigh. And you could hear her pussy, you could feel the sticky puddle created by streaks of her first climax seeping through her thin underwear. Her moans were so broken and docile, it almost seemed criminal to make her stop, but you needed her splayed across you.

“You gon make me say it again, mami? You know how I like you.”

With fogged-out eyes, she nodded, stealing one more kiss and shoving the knife into your palm before stretching her small body across the extended center column. Her plump ass elevated to eye level, and you sat back to enjoy the view presented to you.

Lace complimented her skin's deepness far too well. The material embraced her curves, molding to her hips like a second skin, and you nearly let guilt get the better of you for the actions that followed. Your movement was one of speedy precision as you slashed through the bottom half of Riri's dress with the blade she awarded to you, making her gasp.

“This good baby? This how you wanted me?” She backed up a little, seeking some sort of comfort and it clicked then, that this position must be an awkward one for her with the armrest slanting her, and jabbing right into her abdomen.

You bit your swollen lip, moaning from the sweet pain left behind by Riri’s incisors. “Mhmm,” The blade's handle trailed her sticky crotch, “Just like this mami.”

In seconds, you were cutting her cunt free from her messy underwear, kneading and jiggling her exposed ass cheeks in your hot hands. But your pace wasn't up to her liking, and Riri never shied away from voicing her opinion. “You moving too fucking slow. If you gon hi–”

Before her complaint could force its end out of her mouth your palm collided with the meat of her ass, hitting her with unruly force. Her body jerked on top of you, and she yelped, the fragile screech music to your ears. “What you was saying, mami?”

Riri groaned under the rush of pain, then exhaled, and you took this as your opportunity to slap her behind again.

As you ran your hand along her bare skin, you absorbed the heat drummed up from your two hits alone, chuckling. You skimmed the area with your nails, growing more excited watching her twitch. You'd almost forgotten how hopelessly responsive her body was to your touch, even under the faintest brush of it.

“You're a fucking problem.” You slammed an open palm up against her right cheek, smiling at the ripples the collision created in her skin. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

Of course she knew how her actions dictated your decisions, how her guise plagued every divot in your brain. Riri understood her power over you, and it was this very knowledge that had you spanking her again, and again, and again.

“H-Harder!”

Her ass was hot, sore, and damn near swollen. Her tears were heavy streams rolling from her eyes and into her gaping mouth, yet still, she desired more. A resilient little thing she was; you admired her moxie. With every lash, her sopping pussy called on your digits, needing them to plug the dribbling hole expanding the wet patch already existing on your thigh.

“You like that shit don't you? Being in pain?” Your handprint painted her butt cheek, pulling a guttural scream from her throat. “That scream wasn't an answer to my question mami.”

She was full-on bawling, blubbering in your lap when your fingers forced their way inside her cunt unexpectedly, and she lurched.

She sniffled. “Yes! I l-like it!”

“Then shut the fuck up and stop fucking crying.” You smacked her tired ass for the umpteenth time, sliding your fingers through her soaked folds, coating them with all the slick you could collect before ramming them back within her welcoming walls. “You asked for this shit, and you gon take it like the slut you are.”

“Y-You hit like a b-bitch.”

You spanked her once, twice, three times, four times, five; each hit reprimanded her unacceptable behavior as she sobbed with the brown seat leather aching between her shaking fingers.

She wiggled in your grip, wanting desperately to escape the hurtful blows that just kept coming, smack after smack after smack echoing throughout the car. “Not you tryna run Ri, thought I hit like a bitch. Nah, bring that ass back here.” You laughed.

“Please!” Each of her screams made you fuck her pussy faster, encouraged you to slap her ass harder just to revel in her burning skin as Riri cried herself to the edge of her second orgasm.

You pushed up against her nerves, thumb swatting brashly against her swollen clit. “You squeezing my fingers real tight mami, that must mean you finna come.”

“I'm, I'm…” Riri kicked her feet, whining around the deepness of your digits. When she glanced back at you your heart softened just a little. Her big brown eyes were blown the fuck out, leaking fat tears and mascara that seemed never-ending, and she chewed on her lip hoping the action would alleviate some of the hurt. “C-Com…”

Your thrusts slowed, and your hits morphed into a massage as you groped her cheeks tenderly. “Yeah, give it to me, come on my fingers, come all over them.”

“Ooh, baby you f-fucking me s-so good! I’m coming for you!”

She poked her ass out, twisting from side to side as she permitted spasming shocks of pleasure to surge throughout her body at a rapid pace, still backing up into your digits that had yet to depart her hole. “That's it, fuck yourself on my fingers Ri. Show me you can be a good girl, fuck yourself through it.”

It was a difficult thing you’d tasked her with, but luckily for her, Riri thrived off hardship. When the aftershocks subsided, her movements halted and she sighed, moaning low in her throat at the gentle pace in which you extracted your digits from inside her.

“Sit up and come taste it.” You commanded, rolling your eyes when she looked back at you weakly.

With your hand inching toward the hair hanging over her sweaty back, you looped the ends in your fist, yanking her body up until she shifted, then you turned her so her sore ass could plummet right onto the slim storage compartment she was just bent over. “I said sit up.”

Her naked cheeks being forced against the car’s leather prematurely earned you a painful cry. But you didn't care, the reaction only adding to your arousal. You used her parted, wincing lips as an opportunity to stuff her swollen mouth full of your cum covered fingertips, and she gagged from the intrusion before beginning a light suckle. “That's my good girl. Suck them clean for me. You like how you taste?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed around the digits you thrusted in and out of her mouth.

“I know, mami.” You moaned, feeling your clit jump in your pants. “Open your legs, lemme taste that pussy I just made come.”

Riri giggled, separating her sticky legs to grant your salivating tongue entrance. They made a loud squish when she spread them apart, and you could hardly contain your grunt when presented with her messy, bare, pussy lips; your drug of choice. Her cunt's shine danced like diamonds, entrancing you with a beaming glow that could not go ignored. “Shit…”

You reached out for the lever on the driver's side that pushed the seat forward, never once denying yourself face time with her spilling sex. And then you were dropping to your knees, licking your lips before burrowing open-mouth kisses into her sprawled, wet thigh.

Easing her into it failed to make your list of priorities, you wanted her wriggling, squirming with her legs trembling around your face as you slurped her folds. You were also on a mission to feed the starvation gnawing at your gut; it'd been too long since you last feasted on her, and you didn't plan on letting a single drop go to waste.

Your tongue nudged her pulsing clit, licking firmly before you wrapped your thirsty lips well around it, and Riri screeched. “W-Wait baby, wait… Ooh shit.”

And so it began, her pleas for a pause, for you to slow down and allow her to regain her strength. But sadly, her wants were of no importance to you. You trudged on, running your famished tongue around her sweet hole before slipping it all the way in. Riri tapped your head aggressively when you began a slow thrust through her aching walls, and you laughed when your eyes drifted up to see her scrunched face.

“Fuck! Oh.. w-wait..”

“What I'm waiting for Ri? You getting soft on me?”

It was apparent that your comment struck the nerve you intended it to, her huff of annoyance lighting a smile across your face. You refused to let up, licking and sucking the length of her leaking core as she jerked in between broken grumbles. “Ain't nobody s-soft. Eat it r-right and I won't have no c-complaints. Fuck!”

You simply shook your head before diving back into her pussy, rolling her clit in your tongue once more. She whined, the drugs in her system clearly heightening her stimulation, but she took it like a champ, moaning your name breathlessly from above you with her head thrown back.

Riri fisted your curls as you sucked her watering cunt, whimpering where she sat, hips rolling hard into your already stuffed mouth. “Yes! Yes! Just like that!”

“Fuck, I missed this pussy so much.”

“Yeah?” She huffed, tugging your hair to detach you from her center so your stares would align.

Wild eyes scanned your drenched face over, then she tilted your chin, boring straight through your soul with her hopeful gaze. “You missed me?”

You knew what she wanted, and you were fully prepared to give it to her.

“Yes.” Your answer elated her. It didn't matter that in your mind you were admitting to missing her cunt and the way it drooled cum right onto your accepting tongue, to Riri you were confessing to something far more intimate; to Riri you were confessing that you missed her.

The one word, the yes, was enough to bring her to the brink of her third orgasm. But she wouldn't win that easily. You stopped then, just as she was about to fall over the edge, and you let her saturated labia fall freely from your lips before smirking up at her through plotting pupils.

“The fuck are you doing? I was about to come!”

“Ion know, it don't seem like you want it enough.” You teased, making her whine in annoyance. “Need you to beg.”

You'd learned fairly early on that Riri Williams was not a girl easily deterred. With your refusal to allow her release, the job fell on her to complete. Carefully, Riri began to drag her puffy pussy along the lid of the storage compartment she was perched on, hissing in both pain and pleasure as she attempted to make herself come.

You watched her, forever wonder-strickenn by her fortitude. You should stop her, she’d already undergone one orgasm that didn't come from your hands or mouth, and you didn't want that happening again, but the image of her working through the pain brought on by her sore ass cheeks creating friction against the leather was a sight to behold.

“I’m so c-close! Please can I come?!” Her hands found her erect nipples, the standing nubs threatening to rip their way out of her dress. “Please, let me come!”

Her pussy sloshed against the column, her hip jolts splashing her wetness everywhere. Granting her permission would be easy, considering how badly you wanted to enclose her clit in between your lips again, have her juices course your veins like your own personal brand of ecstasy as she convulsed from the shock waves you caused to ripple throughout her body. But you weren't looking for easy, not tonight, not after her behavior.

Your fingers located her waist, holding her still and making her groan in frustration when your strength prohibited her humping. “Mm, do you deserve it?”

“Yes I fucking deserve it!” She yelled, irritated, “Let me fucking come oh my god!”

“That mouth mami. How you gon talk to me like that and think Ima let you come? Hmm?” You parted her thighs, nuzzling your face back into the sweaty space before planting a kiss on her hot skin. “Say you're sorry.”

“No!”

You'd predicted her protest, and you took it as your opening to sink your teeth into her pretty waist. You didn't stop amidst her wails, instead, you dove deeper, biting her flesh with more ferocity. “Say you're sorry Ri.”

Still, she shook her head, standing her ground.

Fuck, you loved how stubborn she was, but you'd never admit that out loud. Luck had been on her side it seemed, because she gave in merely seconds ahead of you puncturing skin, weeping through her words. “I'm s-sorry! I'm s-sorry, baby pl-ease let me come!”

Truthfully you were in awe of how long she held out, surprised by even your own restraint with her pussy lips shoved directly in your face. You were spitting on her bud soon after, suckling her bundle of nerves harshly as you hummed into her quivering sex. “Come in my mouth mami.”

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Within seconds of your go-ahead, Riri was gushing onto your face, your seats, squirting on everything in her vicinity with a scream so powerful, the hairs on your neck rose to attention.

“Shit Ri, you made a mess all over my fucking seats. I told you this car is new.”

She awarded you a weak chuckle, on the edge of collapse before you steadied her frail body. “You think I give a damn, baby? You can clean all that shit up with your mouth if you so bothered.”

Her smirk was a thing contrived of pure, unbridled deception, and she sported the smoky eyes to match. These were reasons to incite terror, but for you, they only bustled your intrigue.

•••

The blade danced beneath the strap of Riri's dress, leisurely cutting her shoulder free and you watched from in front of her as the frayed fabric fell gracefully away from her skin. “You putting a lot of power in my hands right now Ri.”

“Mhmm. What you gon do with it baby?”

You moved to the other, repeating your destructive motion before finally positioning the gold-trimmed point at her clavicle, gliding the jagged dagger down her chest. Thread after thread bursted under your descent, doing away with everything left of her torn gown, exposing more of Riri's tender flesh.

Riri watched, bewitched by the way you skillfully maneuvered the blade she'd entrusted to you. “You so fucking pretty mami.”

Words that made her brazen, words that bestowed upon you the power to control her body without the need of a weapon. But you used it still, grazing the edge up her bare stomach as she twitched beneath its scrapes. You stopped once you met her bra, slicing it clean down the middle with your lust-filled eyes glued to hers. Riri gasped, startled by your abruptness and the twinge of danger you knew she caught swimming in your irises when her boobs bounced free, and the small baggie of pills fell from its warm hiding spot.

“You sure you don't want one?” She waved it in your face, and you began to contemplate her question. Riri was no stranger to a pill or two, so her enthusiasm hadn't been a surprise. She always offered, and you always declined, more than content with the natural high you floated on from merely making her come undone for you.

Tonight though, something about the tension building in the car was about to coerce a yes right on out of you. But, something else thieved your attention just as you were about to offer her an answer.

Letters. A word. A name. Your name.

Inscribed into her flesh, squarely below her left breast sitting gorgeously in your face, was a tattoo illustrating your name. You blinked, believing you'd somehow imagined the ink and its placement. Unconsciously, you hoisted the knife up toward the tattoo, running the dagger along each and every letter in amazement.

“Do you like it, baby?” Meek words leaving generally poised lips.

Riri had marked herself in your name, in you. And you decided you did indeed like it, you loved knowing that no matter where she ventured, no matter whose fingers wandered her skin, your claim on her would still exist. Permanently. “This my surprise? Cause yeah, I do like it mami.”

You let your lips replace the blade, kissing the tattoo that exemplified your ownership of her body as she giggled from the heat your breath blew onto her.

“Not your main surprise, but I guess it's a s-surprise.”

Soon your lips were latched to her poking nipple, your tongue swirling and tugging on it. She was moaning, a sound that intensified when she felt the sharp jab of the weapon you wielded circle her other bejeweled nub. “Shit… that hurts so damn good baby. Keep it right there.”

Her whimpers traveled directly to your sopping pussy still locked away in your pants. You were swimming in your own wetness, floating atop a wave that threatened to crash down on you the longer you dragged the same knife she held to the column of your throat around her responsive tits. “Yeah? It hurts?”

“L-Love when you make me hurt baby.”

After letting go of her spit-covered nipple, you flattened the sharp tool against it, watching her hiss under the cool contact. You scuffed the steel bar poking through her pebbled nipple with the knife, humming on key with the scraping sound of metal on metal. “I can keep hurting you, or you can give me that surprise I know you want me to have so bad.”

You aligned the pretty dagger with her sweaty neck, and she grinned menacingly. Before the chance to process her guile even arose, Riri regained control of the knife, using it to assist her in widening your mouth. She wiped the back against your tongue, swiping it down the length of your wet muscle. “Your surprise is up next, in the meantime I need you to stick this tongue out for me before I cut it clean off like I promised.”

“You're cute.” You laughed, but you did as she said. Your tongue extended out, and Riri leaned forward, plopping one of her little happy pills directly in the center, waiting for you to swallow it.

“Extraordinary.” She smirked. And then her lips were on yours, kissing you roughly as she sat her naked form in your lap.

•••

Riri attacked your lips with gusto, kissing you like the air you expelled into her was the very breath she desired for survival, and every one of your pecks matched her intensity. “Baby, lemme make you feel good.”

She broke the kiss slowly, tentative in her release of your hot, wanting mouth. But you refused to let her go, holding and compressing her throat amidst her hand fumbling around on the floor. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm…” A second attempt to pull away made you curious as to what she could be searching for. Usually, her main method of action would be to eat you out until your quaking knees detained her head in their hold, and even then she'd still refuse to let up. But that didn't seem to be her intention here.

You groped her boobs, trying your hardest to pinch one of her sparkly nipples, but yet another threat was tossed your way. This time it was your fingers in jeopardy of severance, so you let her go with a deep chuckle. She leaned to the side, pulling her backpack free from under the front seat and you looked at her inquisitively.

Riri upheld her silence, unzipping the bag from her perched position in your lap.

“What–”

Your question hadn't the chance to escape your lips, because soon the lavender glint of the sizable toy Riri used in the photos dispersed across your bathroom counter reflected in your curious eyes. “Tada!”

“Riri what is that?”

“Um, the fuck does it look like?” She tossed you the harness, worming out of your lap and onto the floor in between the driver's seat and the one you sat in now. Your eyes raked the dildo, examining its shape and the intricacies put into its creation. It looked more… advanced than the ones you were used to, an observation that awakened your fascination.

Riri on the other hand, appeared beyond excited. She fumbled with your belt impatiently before deciding to hack at it with her sharp tool. She popped your button open, and mechanically, your hips levitated so she could guide your bottoms down your legs.

“You this wet and you was talm bout some you not happy to see me. Just be lying for no reason baby.” She laughed, tracing a finger over your pulsating clit and you sighed. With all the straining, and all the buildup you'd been suffering through, that lone stroke could've been enough to do you in, a fact Riri was privy to when she smiled up at you. “Strap up baby, need you inside me.”

You wasted no time assembling the strap and securing the toy in place, and with Riri’s help, the harness was adjusted to your body. She positioned herself across the center console for a second time, sticking her ass out as you kneeled behind her in the seat, admiring the display of her used hole. She backed up onto nothing, trying, and failing to get the tip inside on her own. “You're taking too long! Please, I need you!”

Fuck, you supposed by now Riri's unwavering stamina shouldn't be a thing that caused bewilderment, but it would forever be an entertaining sight. She was sexiest like this; eager; desperate for you to destroy her. “You need it so bad, don't you mami?”

“Yes! Please fuck me!”

She needed not to state her demand again, so you snaked your palm around the tip, pumping it gently before invading Riri's soaked cunt.

The instant you bottomed out, Riri trapped the strap inside her narrowing walls, restricting your movement at the same time your eyes began to roll to the back of your mind. Her wetness, her constricting tightness, the heat derived from stretching her velvety cunt wide; you could feel all of her. It was way too overwhelming, the stimulation weakening your muscles.

You hadn't even gotten a single stroke in and you were already fighting off an orgasm, gripping firmly to her hips in hopes of stopping your collapse. “W-What– Why can– Ri, I can f-feel you. Shit…”

You remained still for a few beats, wanting, needing to savor the snugness of Riri’s warmth before drilling her as she deserved. Her squeeze was intense enough to make your eyes well just a little, and you were certain whenever you did allow that pleasure rush to stifle you, the tears would be unavoidable.

“Surprise! You like it, baby? I made it special for you.”

Of course she made it. You pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, still consumed by the sensation, barely able to keep a steady rhythm as you rocked into her dribbling pussy. “Fuck Ri, this is…”

“Shit! Tell me how good my pussy feels, I'm tight, huh?” Your stamping fingers dented her skin as you began to create a rapidly growing pace of stuffing her full of the faux dick she craved so much, and your thrusts had her quaking around you. Feeling every divot in her pussy walls had only ever been a fantasy, one that existed now as your reality, because you unknowingly chose to fuck a super genius who just so happened to be a little off her rocker.

If you thought you were addicted to her cunt before, this strap just changed the game entirely.

You were fucking her with abandon once completely adjusted, snapping into her again and again with an unrelenting grip on her hips; you’d be admiring the marks you left behind later on. Each thrust sent Riri’s small body forward on the armrest, her cries meshing with your breathy moans that fogged the car windows. “Ooh mami, you so fucking tight. Your crazy ass really made a strap so I can feel this pussy, god.”

Your hips crashed into her bouncing ass cheeks, the impact forcing rushed whines out of her throat. You couldn't tell if the sounds were intended to be words, but truthfully you didn't care, far too enraptured by the feeling of fucking her obnoxiously loud cunt.

Every thrust caused her seeping pussy to squish louder, every squish making your clit thump faster as your high began its heightening.

“Your desperate ass always so damn wet for me, I bet you don't let nobody else fuck you, huh? You know I’m the only one who can treat this pussy right.”

She groaned, attempting to speak through your abusive jolts, “Don't f-flatter yourself, I let plenty of other people hit. This ain't y-your p-pussy.”

It was a trap, an obvious one designed to rile you up, but you chose to fall victim anyway, using the molly floating in your bloodstream to control the power dives you took into her tired little cunt. “Oh it ain't?”

She couldn't even speak with the tip of the strap bludgeoning her sensitive nerves, but she still shook her head defiantly. Riri’s hole gobbled up the girthy toy impressively as you leaned back to marvel at the way it disappeared, then reemerged from inside her convulsing walls.

“Why she leaking this much then? Messing up my fucking seats. So damn wet mami.” You slammed into her cervix. “You make special straps for all them other bitches? You let them slut your nasty ass out on the highway like this? Who else you let use your needy little pussy like this?”

Riri was sobbing, loud and boisterous, almost able to give your screaming fans a run for their money with her pitiful little sounds. A few cars honked on their drive past your parked vehicle, certainly aware of the goings on inside. The Ferrari rocked in tandem with your jabs into Riri’s g-spot, the back and forth motion assisting you in pushing deeper into the smaller girl's sex.

“You hear me talking to you don't you Ri?” A deliberate slap met her welted ass cheek, forcing her to scream. “Why you so quiet? This wet ass pussy louder than that fucking mouth right now. You hear that?”

You fucked her harder, grunting loudly into the air when she squeezed your shaft; she was close.

“Pl-ease!”

“This dick shutting you up or something? Pl-ease what?” You mocked, spanking her again, and rattling her entire being.

She pushed back on the unrelenting curved member digging her out, a whimpering mess when she glanced back at you, catching your eyes with her helpless ones. “Wan– Wanna c-come! M-Make this pussy come for you!”

You tsked, “Thought this wasn't my pussy though. Can't make you come if this ain't my pussy.”

Her broken voice made your cock twitch deep inside her, something you hadn't expected and couldn't control.

“M’sorry, it's yours! M'sorry, it's your pussy b-baby, pleaseee!” She cried, squirming as you rammed into her special spot.

“Fuck… What you sorry for Ri?” You tugged on her locs.

You freed one of her hips, looping your hand under her sweaty abdomen so your digits could press into her clit. God, it was too much for her, the endless pounding, the swift flicking of her bud, the jarring hair pulling. You were barely able to move inside her contracting cunt, but you weren't letting her off that easily. “Tell me what you sorry for.”

“All of it, baby all of it! Sorry for s-sending those videos to y-your girlfriend, s-sorry for breaking into your room, your car, s-sorry for hurting that girl at the bar! I'm sor–”

Your thrusts stopped, “You did what?”

“I didn't mean t-to…”

Cautiously, you pulled the strap from inside her reluctant cunt, falling back into the dampened, sticky seat in disbelief.

And Riri followed you, outwardly panicked when she dropped into your lap. She hung her head in shame as she rambled, wanting to explain herself. “She was just flirting with you and you were flirting back, and I didn't like that, cause you're mine, and–”

You thought back to the bar, to Esperanza, to the thud you heard when you were on the phone with Riri earlier, and you tilted her chin so she could look you in the eyes. “Riri… what did you do to her?”

A sound you hadn't expected, but most certainly should've anticipated rumbled out of her: a chilling chuckle. Gone was her frown, in its place stretched a smile that accentuated her unruly eyes. And of course, her seductive response to your pressing question was not an adequate answer. “Put it back in baby, or I’ll fucking bleed you dry.”

You smirked, teasing her clit with the head of the strap. “Crazy girl.”

Damn her, you shouldn't be enjoying this, but you became smitten with the idea of her hurting someone all because she wanted you to herself. It was sick, you were sick, maybe just as sick as her.

Her pussy was dripping onto your dick, coating the length of it with each grind meant to coax you back into fucking her, and it was certainly working.

Riri brought her trusty blade back up to your throat. She pressed in harder this go ‘round, threatening to drag it along your skin, and you were prepared to let her. She leaned in, her breath a warm ghost kissing you instead of her lips. “How many times do I have to tell you I really, really hate that fucking word. Stop saying it.”

“Would you prefer insane?” You clipped back, spitefully teasing as Riri quite literally held your life in her hands. You should be terrified, the bitch was deranged enough to kill you, but the feeling coursing through you was more akin to fear's distant cousin — thrill.

“I'm not crazy,” You could feel the knife's indentation, and your throat bobbed beneath it. “I'm not insane.” She was gliding the dangerous tool against your neck now, and you felt your skin tear, small streaks of warm blood rolling down your tilted neck, catching Riri's wild eyes.

“I just know what I want, and I always get it.”

You moaned, still rubbing up against her overly used clit, head spinning as you reveled in the heat of your crimson liquid staining your chest and Riri's.

Riri lowered the knife, pecking your cheek lovingly before extending her tongue to the shallow little cut she drew into your neck, running it along the length and licking the beautiful blood decorating the area. “And right now I want you to let me ride you, want you to slam into me and punish me for all the bad things I’ve done. I deserve it.”

The head of the toy was still trapped in your fist, twitching from Riri’s every word. You glided it through her crying folds, brushing her hole but not quite shoving your way inside, and she whined.

“Don't p-play. Please just f-fuck me baby.”

And that was all it took for you to slam up into her hovering hole, bullying your way inside her walls as she screamed from the intrusion. “Fuck! Just like that! Keep fucking this pussy like that! Go deep baby, make me take it!”

“This how you want it Ri? You want me to fuck this greedy pussy like this?” Your violent pumps shook her, and she slapped her open palm up against the window to keep herself upright, the knife clattering to the floor. “Use that nasty mouth and answer me when I fucking speak to you.”

But how could she?

Your hands needed something to grab onto as her addictive heat consumed every inch of your dick yet again, nearly rendering you unconscious, so naturally, they gravitated to her neck.

Your fist was strangling her throat, blocking her airflow and her ability to say words. You used her neck to pull her down onto the throbbing member ravaging her tight wetness, enjoying the melody performed by her pussy far more than any of your own.

Shit, you were going to come, and from the feel of things, you were going to unload inside her. An unfamiliar sensation began to brew inside your abdomen, a tightness you knew well, but tucked behind it was something far more rattling, and you weren't prepared for it at all.

“Ooh mami, I'm finna– I think I'm–”

She tapped your stifling fist, unable to breathe and you let her go so she could cough. “I-Inside… do it ins-side!”

And oh fuck, you felt it, the hunger that Syla had never once been able to truly feed. Riri could though, her strangling pussy walls could do that and more.

Your vision went white, and you were quite certain every star in the galaxy resided behind your welling eyelids. Ropes of your release spilled into her accepting cunt, filling her so much, everything that didn't fit leaked right back out and onto your already filthy seats.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!”

“Tell me you love me.” She continued to bounce on the strap. You were so sensitive, you could barely take it, but you tunneled your fingertips into her ass cheeks anyway, aiding her as she rode you through your orgasm.

Riri leaned in, kissing your dry lips, “Say it. Tell me.”

“I love you…” You didn't mean it, not in the way she hoped you did. You never meant it when she made you say it, but it made her happy in the moment, and it made her flood your dick, so you always obliged.

With her pussy drowning in cum, hers and your own, she gingerly eased the strap from inside her, slithering onto the floor to wearily envelop your twitching dickhead in her swollen lips, but your ringtone stopped her.

“It's your girlfriend.” She chuckled jeeringly when she turned to read the name flashing your phone screen in the front.

“Let the bitch go to voicemail.” Your final words before you felt Riri swallow you whole, slobbering on the dildo as she permitted your second load to trickle down her throat.

•••

Serenity swaddled you while you lay there, helpless, following Riri's skillful performance with her mouth and jaw. You were still as the unbound night outside the steamy car windows, watching through drooping, fucked out eyes as Riri climbed into the driver's seat. She revved life back into the Ferrari's engine, stealing you, and driving you off to a destination unknown.

this is a need

UNDER MY SKIN

Shuri X Reader

Summary: shuri takes you to Haiti and y’all r cuddling, ur real touchy, Shuri’s kinda soft idk

Warning; none really, just fluff and you and shuri bein real touch-deprived, this was originally a shuriri snippet but I made it x reader

You squirm as you adjust in bed, your face smushed into the pillow as sunlight invades all of your senses. You groan audibly at the exposure to the sun.

Soft gentle lips travel up up your spine, kissing warm skin before finally landing on you cheekbone. Long tattooed fingers wrap around your pretty hips and pull you close.

You let out a soft hum in between light breaths as you stretch your head back briefly. Shuri takes it as an opportunity to wrap an arm across your stomach before she presses a kiss in between the skin of your neck and shoulder.

“Shuri….”You murmur, beginning to turn around to tuck your head beneath Shuri’s jaw. You hear a chuckle from Shuri at how much you’ve been squirming and trying to get close to her. She misses that. Hearing your laughter and picturing your smile against her skin.

“M’tired,” You groan into her skin. you’ve never been a morning person anyway. Ever since college, early mornings and a blaring alarm always made you hate the morning. But now,You’re woken up by the sun and you don’t mind it so much. But the sunlight is still so blinding.

“I know, My love, Go back to sleep,” Shuri whispers, ghosting her nails along the skin of pretty hips, soothing over the marks she’s deposited on you. You shift to your side, throwing a leg over both of Shuri’s. It’s been too long since you’ve felt her comforting warmth.

“I’m trying, You’re in the way,” You grumble in your sleep yet you move closer to Shuri and wraps yourself around the woman like a vine.

“Whatever you say,” Shuri mutters, openly accepting you and wrapping her toned arms around her woman.

Her duties have been on her mind lately. She loves traveling back and forth but Wakanda needs her. The council needs her. Her people need her. But so do you, So she’s taken time to escape Wakanda for a little and take you to Haiti. Where all you two gotta worry about is the bugs and not getting coconuts dropped on your head.

She focuses on the sound of her lover’s heartbeat and tries to tune out the sound of the waves and the fan whirring in the corner of the room. It’s grounding and she feels her eyelids get heavy just because of your presence.

You snuggle closer, sighing into warm skin as sunlight bathes your bodies. Shuri can feel your lashes moving against her skin as you begin to fall asleep. You feel her body go slack against yours and eventually you shut your eyes too.

disgustingly good oh my lord

Tidal Waves

siren!lee heeseung x reader [afab]

genre: smut

concept: you've spent your whole life on the water. it's a part of you, it's who you are. at this point, it feels like the ocean is an old friend and there's nothing left in it that you don't know. how wrong you are...

w/c: 11.2k

warning: siren au, monster au, boating, water / open water, attempted / almost drowning, sea creature, tentacles; sexually explicit content; dub con, fingering, light oral play (f. receiving), monster tongue, tentacle sex, clit / nipple play, inhuman genitalia (mentions of a sheath / concealed genitals), unprotected sex, mentions of squirting, creampie

Standing out on the bow, you breath in the salty sea air greedily. The air is hot and thick, balmy with the sea breeze as the weather turns. It’s so close to boating season you can almost taste it, eager to get out on the water again. The ocean laps at the front of the boat, beckoning it forward into the waves, the ropes tying it to the dock keeping it from floating out into open water. You sigh softly to yourself, letting your eyes scan the marina, knowing you aren’t the only one excited to get out there. 

“Ready to go?” Jay asks, and you turn away from the water reluctantly. “C’mon, it’s getting late,” he tells you, reaching a hand out towards you. You reluctantly take the hand offered to you, climbing off the railing off the boat. The sailboat, despite being in good condition, creaks as you step down, using Jay’s grip on your hand to balance yourself as you come down. Your sneakered feet hit the deck and he lets go, nodding to the dock. “Let’s get going,” he tells you and you tuck your hands into the front pocket of your windbreaker. 

The ocean glitters silver and gold as the sun coasts down towards the horizon, you and your cousin stepping off the boat and onto the dock. Jungwon and Sunoo are already waiting for the two of you, the four of you having spent the whole day cleaning up the boat to get it sea ready for when you’re allowed to take it out onto the ocean. 

You and Jay grew up here, right on the ocean, only growing up a couple of houses away from one another. Without any siblings of your own, you grew up more like siblings than cousins, running back and forth to each other’s houses, playing in the mud and the beach and the marina. The marina, that you’ve called home ever since you were young enough to climb aboard a boat. Your home away from home, the rocking of the boat, the salty smell of the ocean familiar and comforting. 

Your family are sailors, at least they used to be. A long, long time ago. Now half the marina practically belongs to your family, having taken ownership of the docks some several generations ago. You and Jay are the heirs in a long line of sea-bearing folk, the kind of people who just can’t imagine their lives away from the ocean. The two of you have been around boats your whole lives, and this sailboat is Jay’s, the first of many you’re sure. A 20th birthday gift from your parents and his, more cherished to him than his own car. 

As the weather turns towards hot days and warmer nights you fully expect to spend long days out on the ocean with Jay, and your two best friends Jungwon and Sunoo, old school friends of yours. You have no doubts that as soon as Jay’s able to break away from the dock, that’s all you’re going to be doing. It’s half the reason you’ve been so eager to help him with his boat, you don’t have one of your own yet (your parents keep hinting that maybe this year will be the year) but Jay would never leave you stranded on land. And thank God for that. 

“When do you think, hyung?” Jungwon asks, falling into step with Jay as the four of you head towards the parking lot along the edge of the water, further and further away from the siren’s call of the ocean. 

“Next week,” he says assuredly and Jungwon grins, his dimples digging into his cheeks. “She’s almost ready, she just needs a little more work. I’ll spend every day on her if I have to.” 

“Count me in,” you tell him and he glances over his shoulder at you, smiling. “Hey, if I help we can get her sea worthy twice as fast. I’d kill for that.” 

“Never met two people so obsessed with the ocean,” Sunoo comments, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky. “You guys act like you’ll die if you don’t get to be on the water.” 

“Maybe we will,” Jay retorts. “We’re sea bearing folk, Sunoo-yah.” 

“You have legs, don’t you?” He retorts, dropping his head back down to look critically at Jay. Jay rolls his eyes, climbing the stairs up to the parking lot.

You follow them with a light laugh, pausing at the top of the stairs. You turn to look out at the ocean again, watching the waves rise up, crest and then fall back down. It’s a calm day on the ocean, the boats all shift quietly against their docks, ropes twisting slightly in the breeze. You take in another deep breath, smiling softly to yourself as you let your eyes scan the horizon.

A dark shape catches your attention, out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head towards it, seeing what looks almost like a figure along a rock formation at the edge of the marina. You lean forward, curling your fingers around the railing of the stairs to steady yourself, squinting your eyes to try and figure out what it is. People don’t swim in the marina, it’s too dangerous with all the boats and other sea vehicles around. But it looks so much like a person.

The sun is nearly on the horizon now, casting the form you’re looking at into shadow, a black mass that looks like the head and shoulders of a person. You can’t make out any specific features but it moves suddenly, twisting like it can feel your eyes on it. When it does, you flinch back, surprised by the sudden movement, only for it to drop down into the water, submerging itself in the waves. It disappears just like that, causing you to blink hard, shaking your head, unsure of what you just saw. 

“Yah, Y/N!” Jay calls out and you turn away from the railing. “C’mon, my appa’s expecting us,” he reminds you. You nod in agreement, stepping away from the stairs, jogging over to meet them at the car. 

Out in the water, the figure lifts their eyes just above the water, watching your figure run away from the railing. You disappear and they slip underneath the waves. 

The four of you end up on the water within the week, thanks to yours and Jay’s tenacity. The two of you manage to pull the boat together in just a few days, new ropes, a clean deck, even washing down the outside of her. Her name, ORANGE FLOWER, gleams golden where it’s been painted onto the hull. Jay grins at you, just as excited about getting on the water as you.

When you get out onto the water, the day is perfect. Sun high, water blue and calm, a warm breeze weaving through the air, tossing your hair around. You sit out on the bow as Jay starts the boat up to take the four of you out. Jungwon and Sunoo both cheer when she turns over easily, Jay guiding the white and orange boat out into the water confidently. You glance back over at your cousin, finding him through the windshield, his sunglasses over his eyes, leaning back in his seat like he’s done this a thousand times. At this point, he might have. 

The bow cuts through the water like nothing, leaving a wide wake of foam behind you. The coast gets further and further away and you lean back, arms on the railing, the sun on your face. This is what the summer is to you, the ocean beneath you, the purr of your cousin’s boat and not a single thing that you need to be doing otherwise. 

Once in open water, Jay and Jungwon go about the exact thing they came out here to do, and that’s fish. You’re not much for fishing but it’s an old sailor's pastime, so while they try to reel in a catch, you and Sunoo decide to do some sunbathing on the deck. The sun beams down on you brightly, but the ocean breeze keeps you from getting uncomfortably hot as the two of you lay down on the deck together, sunglasses on and coated in a layer of sun screen. 

The ocean rocks the boat slightly, a lullaby that’s almost enough to take you under. You fight the urge to sleep, knowing better than to fall asleep under a full sun. It’s too familiar, too comforting, you relax against your towel, thinking about how these days are so fleeting. 

A sudden lurch to the starboard side causes you to sit up, Sunoo as well. The two of you glance back towards the stern. 

“Not us!” Jungwon calls out from the back of the boat. You immediately get up to look, leaning over the railing to see if you can see whatever bumped the boat. It felt big, a little too big for your own comfort, Jungwon and Sunoo quickly doing the same while Jay starts the boat. Better safe than sorry, if you guys have managed to park near a particularly aggressive fish. 

You don’t think there’s many fish in this area that are big enough to lurch a boat this size though so you’re not quite sure what might be doing it. You push your glasses up to the top of your head, searching around the water while Jay pulls out a little further. Sunoo and Jungwon both depart from the side of the boat, content with Jay taking them away from where you previously were but you can’t stop yourself from looking around in the water, still trying to figure it out. 

As you pull away, you lift your gaze to see something rise up out of the water. You squint, trying to see it better despite the way Jay is pulling you away quickly. It’s a… person. This far out? You blink hard, sure you’re seeing things but it’s undeniably human, with golden skin and red hair. The further you get the harder it is to see them until they’re too small to make out any features and they slip back beneath the waves. 

“Did you see it?” Sunoo asks, and you tear your gaze from the ocean to see Sunoo at your shoulder. “What hit the boat?” He elaborates and you open your mouth only to close it, shaking your head. 

“No,” you tell him. “I thought I did but… we’re too far away now.” 

“Must’ve been big,” Sunoo comments, walking away from you, towards the helm. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “Must’ve been.” 

You manage to convince yourself that it wasn’t a person. The boat was far enough out that it would’ve been nearly impossible for someone to swim out to you, no matter the calmness of the water. You definitely saw something, you’re just not quite sure what it was. It doesn’t matter though, nothing else hit the boat all day long and when Jay brought the boat back into port that night you all went home a little tanner than you started the day, sporting a pretty decent haul of fish. It was a good day and you don’t want to sully that with whatever strange hallucination you might’ve had out in the ocean. You drink two gatorades that night to fight dehydration and ignore it. 

You don’t go back out on the ocean until a week later, and the weather isn’t nearly as nice. It’s still good for a day out but the sky is overcast and the ocean is a little less clear and calm. Still, you and Jay persist to spend some time out on the ocean, Jungwon and Sunoo sitting this one out. 

Really, the only reason you and Jay are willing to go out on a day like this is because you’ve both had a long week. Your parents have been harping on the both of you consistently, complaining about the fact that the two of you only seem to care about the ocean, about boating, when you should be thinking more seriously about your futures. The two of you met at the marina and didn’t even have to say anything to each other before descending the stairs and climbing aboard the old sailboat, ready to take on the ocean no matter what the weather looked like. 

“Kind of ridiculous, isn’t it?” Jay comments, guiding the boat out into open water. You’re sitting in his copilot's seat today, knees pulled up, feet on the edge of the chair. You look over at him. “They raised us. They brought us out to the marina almost every day when we were kids. They didn’t really think we wouldn’t want to do this, did they?” You snort to yourself, looking back out the windshield. “It’s who we are now.” 

“I know,” you agree. “You ever think you could live away from the ocean?” 

“Never,” Jay answers you immediately. “I’m not built like that.” 

“Me neither,” you reply. 

You’re well out in open water by the time Jay has stopped the boat, and you get out of the seat, out from behind the safe walls of the helm, walking out onto the deck. The clouds are moving in faster now but neither of you pay it any mind as Jay joins you at the bow of the ship, sitting down at the edge of the railing. It’s already starting to get late, you can’t be out too late or your parents are both going to be furious with you, but you’ll stay out as long as you dare, breathing in the ocean and letting the gentle sound of rolling waves calm you down. 

The boat rocks suddenly, a little harder than if it was just the waves, and Jay climbs off the bow to get back behind the wheel. You move to get off the bow, but the boat suddenly lurches again, causing your foot to slip out from underneath you. 

“Jay!” You scream, and he turns just in time to watch you fall off the bow. He scrambles across the deck to try and grab you but he’s too late. You splash down into the water, right into the swirling waves. 

“Fuck,” he curses, pulling his jacket off to dive into the water after you.

You know how to swim, of course you do. You grew up on the water, you’re a very strong, capable swimmer, but it’s hard to get your bearings as the water tosses you around, the waves throwing you around like you weigh nothing at all. The weight of your clothes isn’t helping, your jeans tight to your skin, your windbreaker practically strangling you as you try to turn over and find which way is up. You’re thankful for the hand that grabs your arm, hauling you up to the surface. 

You cling to Jay, trying to catch your breath as he tows you back towards the boat. You try to keep up with him, still weighed down by your clothes and the water. He’s just gotten to the ladder on the side of the boat, trying to pull you up with him when something wraps around your ankle, pulling you down. 

You scream, trying to cling to Jay’s hand, pulling yourself up and Jay reaches down to take both of your hands but whatever has you is stronger. Whatever it is, it tightens its grip around your ankle, pulling harder and harder. Jay struggles to pull you from the water but he can’t. A slithery, slippery feeling wraps higher and higher up your leg, until it’s tangled around your knee, nearly your thigh and you can’t hold onto Jay any longer. 

Your wet hands slip from his and you fall beneath the surface again. You’re tugged beneath the roiling waves, further and further, until the surface is distant and warped. You can’t breathe, you’re panicking, looking around frantically for what might have you. 

When you look at your leg you see a long, red tentacle wrapped all the way up your leg, suckers pressing down into your jeans, the strong muscles flexing under the slick skin. You reach down to try and wedge it off of you, but you’re getting weak, your struggling has left you too tired to fight back. As it is, you can’t breathe and the lack of oxygen is bringing you further and further down, your vision blurring at the edges.

You hit the floor of the ocean, sand and rocks under your body, under your hands. The tentacle deftly unwraps from around your leg but you’re too tired to swim up. Your eyes fall shut, the world going black around you. 

You come to, coughing up salty ocean water, turning over to try to spit it all up. Your body aches, your lungs burn as you try to take in a deep breath, chest heaving. You roll back onto your back once you can breathe again, too weak to even try and get up. You blink up at the sky, which has turned dark, stars staring down at you. You’re lying on sand, you can feel it underneath you, sticking to your wet body, getting in your hair and all over your clothes. You swallow around the sickness in your stomach, not sure you’re not going to throw up. Your head is still spinning, you drop your head back against the sand, trying to calm the racing of your heart, closing your eyes. 

“Don’t do that,” a soft voice advises and you blink your eyes open again. The night sky is blocked out by a dark, shadowy figure leaning over the top of you. “You might fall asleep. And I don’t really want to have to bring you back to shore again if you get washed out to sea.” 

“Again?” You croak. 

“Again,” they whisper. Gentle fingers brush over your cheek as they hum softly. “It’d be an awful shame for something as beautiful as you to get swept out to sea. I’m sure your family would miss you terribly.” 

“My⁠—” You sit up suddenly, startling them away from you. “Jay! He must be so worried.” 

“Don’t worry,” they say, but there’s a disappointed curl to their full lips. Their full lips that you can see now that you’re both sitting up. “He’s fine. I’m sure by now everyone’s looking for you. It won’t be long now.” 

The words they say go completely over your head as you take in their face. They’re undeniably handsome, with cherry red hair that falls into their eyes messily, still damp looking from the water. Their eyes are big and round, the most curious shade of dark gray. Your eyes travel over their high cheekbones, perfect nose that tapers to a soft point, their full, pink lips. Your gaze drifts down to the rest of them, their expression softening into one of intrigue as they lean back to let you get a better look at them. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, finally taking them in in their entirety. Past their long neck, beautifully sculpted chest and toned stomach their golden skin melts into slippery, slick skin, the same cherry red as their hair. Past their hips is nothing but a messy tangle of tentacles, each adorned with suckers from base to tip. Your eyes run up and down their body, unable to believe what you’re looking at. A tentacle nudges your still sneaker clad foot, causing you to reflexively pull away. When you look back at their face they smile at you, with a mouthful of sharp teeth. Your breath catches. 

“What’s wrong?” They coo. “Not quite the prince charming you were hoping I would be.” They lean further over you, arms coming up to cage you against the sand. You stare up at them with wide eyes as they lean over you. You can feel their tentacles crawling over your jean clad legs, the memory of being pulled beneath the waves rising up in your mind. “You must be disappointed,” they tease you, two of their long, slick extremities around your ankles. 

“You pulled me under. You didn’t save me,” you say and they lift a brow at you. “You’re the reason I almost drowned.” 

“I wouldn’t have killed you,” they assure you, lifting a hand to brush their fingers over your cheek again. “I don’t kill people. Why would I? What would I get out of it?” They sigh, letting their fingers trace your jaw, down the side of your neck. “Letting you live, we both win.” 

“How do you win?” You ask, voice shaking. They smile down at you, gently cupping the side of your neck. 

“Are you not dangerously curious about me?” They ask. When they lean down, your breath catches again, their face so close you can feel the ghost of their breath over your lips and cheeks. “Or am I not interesting enough for you?” 

“Wh- what are you?” You finally gasp out. 

“I knew you’d ask,” they whisper, grinning down at you. “But it seems I don’t have the time.” You turn your head when he lifts his head, eyes sliding to the side. There are flashlights darting across the sand, a collection of tall crags and rocks still keeping the two of you hidden for a little while longer as they call out your name. When you turn back to them, they pull back, tentacles releasing your legs. “If you’re still curious, I’m sure you’ll find me again,” they tell you. They depart from you entirely, sliding down the sand and into the water. 

“Wait⁠—!” You call out but they disappear from view, into the inky abyss of the ocean. You can’t see them any longer and the voices and flashlights are getting closer. You turn towards them, struggling to get to your feet so you can meet them. You glance once more over your shoulder, sure you can feel their eyes on you even if you can’t see them. You swallow down your feeling of unease, stepping out from around the rocks to meet the search party. 

Everyone is, understandably, shocked and overjoyed that you’re okay. Jay cries on you, which might be the most emotion you’ve ever seen your cousin portray over you, when he meets you in the marina parking lot, which is less than a mile from the beach you washed up on. The beach that is coated in rock and crags, with only scarce sections of sand with enough room for you to wash up on. 

“You’re really lucky you didn’t get torn up on those rocks,” the medic that patches you up in the parking lot of the marina tells you, your legs hanging over the end of the ambulance. “You got out of that with very few scratches. I’m surprised.” Your hands are torn up, parts of your clothes too, but you’re nearly entirely unharmed otherwise. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “I got really lucky.” 

Some people start throwing around the word ‘miracle’ and you start to wonder if they’re right. After, you don’t know what else you would call that… creature that saved you. 

Well, “saved” you.

Your parents hardly let you out of their sight for at least a week after your “accident,” and you’re banned from the marina for at least two. You nearly threw a fit, being forced to stay away from the water feels like a death sentence, you can’t stand the idea of it. 

“You nearly drowned!” Your mother reasoned. 

“And I’ve been on boats countless times! This has never happened before! It was just an accident.” 

“An accident that could very well happen again. You’re not going to the marina.” 

They only allow you to go to the beach, a mile from the marina, during clear days. It’s a small consolation but the first day you can finally get out of the house and to the beach, by yourself, is a god sent. You feel like you can breathe again when you see the clear blue water, when you smell the salty sea air, when you feel the balmy ocean breeze on your skin again. You’re eager to get in the water again, even if it is only on the beach. 

The beach in question is quiet. It’s not much of a destination, being mostly covered in rocks and crags, little tide pools along the edge, small sections of sand being the only beachy parts. Still, it’s better than nothing. You wander over the crags with careful feet, your beach bag hanging from your shoulder, sunglasses on top of your head. 

You find the place where you “washed up” easily enough, even if it does look different in the daytime. You plop yourself down on the sand, looking out at the ocean, letting the sound of the waves and the birds overhead calm you down. You feel like you again, a full two weeks away from the ocean starting to make you feel insane. Even in the winter time you find yourself at the edge of the water, watching the waves crash against the coast even if you can’t be in it. 

Part of you hopes you see them again. You have so many questions, even more reservations, but they weren’t wrong. You are so curious about them, what they are, what they want. Your eyes start to scan the horizon, almost hoping that you see their familiar figure again, the cut of their broad shoulders against the sky, their vivid red hair appearing out of the blue ocean. You don’t see them though and you pull your legs up towards your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you look a little further around you. 

When you look to the right, you see a cordoned off area, yellow and black rope with a sign warning people to KEEP OUT, HIGH TIDE COVE. There are a lot of places around here like that, when the tide comes it can completely submerge the floor, the caves and coves around the beaches, making them dangerous to swimmers and beach goers. You, however, look past the sign to the cove it’s blocking off, the wall of rock that’s carved into a slight arch, the cliff overhead hanging above it. You can’t see much inside, it’s a well disguised hole in the wall of the beach. Carefully, you get to your feet. 

You walk across the hot sand, glancing around to make sure no one sees you. There’s hardly anyone around, only a few people much, much further down, by the actual sandy, beachy areas of the coastline, families and couples playing in the water. You turn back towards the rope, ducking underneath it. 

The rocks here are sharper, more difficult to navigate, but you manage to get over them and not hurt yourself, shimmying around the wall of rock that separates the cove from the rest of the beach. You’re not quite sure what you expect to find over here, but this seems as good a place as any for some kind of mythical creature to be hiding out in plain sight.

It’s damp and cool, blocked out from the sun with the cave walls around either side, the cliff overhead that reaches out towards the sea, a towering section of rock in front of the opening of the cave keeping the cliff up above suspended. The rocky floor is worn smooth here from high tide and you wander around, looking at the way the water laps at the edge of the cove. You can see where the stone slowly descends down into the waters, only to abruptly drop off not far from the edge. You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly chilled as a breeze floats through. It’s while you’re looking up at the high ceiling of the cave when you hear something in the water. 

You turn back to see the water rippling, splashing against the stone, only for something to rise out of the waves. Your heart lodges itself in your throat when you see them again, red hair and golden skin, pushing their hair away from their face as they heave themselves up onto the ledge of rock. They haven’t even noticed you yet, shaking themselves off as they run their hands over their face, wiping water from their eyes. 

You shuffle towards them, going still when they suddenly stop moving. Abruptly, they turn towards you, startling you. You take a reflexive step back, a smile slowly making their way across their lips. 

“Hello, beautiful,” they greet you. “I’d started to think you’d forgotten about me.” 

Forgotten about them? Never. Impossible even, the idea that you might forget about whatever they are. It’s not every day you’re saved by a human… octopus… thing. Nearly every day you’ve thought about them, the desire to see the water nearly as bad as to figure out just what they are. 

“No,” you assure them and their smile gets bigger, sharp teeth on full display. “Uh… you never…” you walk closer, hesitantly. Turning towards you, their bottom half slips beneath the water again, making them appear almost human. You walk even closer, until you’re right in front of them. They look up at you from under their lashes and you carefully lower yourself down, sitting in front of them, your beach bag, sunglasses and sandals set aside. “You never told me what you are,” you finish, folding your legs up against your chest. 

“No, I didn’t,” they agree. “But wouldn’t you like to know my name first?” They offer. 

“Yes,” you agree. A name would certainly humanize them a little. You can’t keep thinking of them as a creature forever. 

“It’s Heeseung,” he practically purrs, leaning against the rock ledge. “And you are?” 

“Y/N,” you reply. 

“What a pretty name,” he tells you and you smile softly, shyly. “And you came back to see me? Well, I can’t say I’m not honored,” he says, reaching out to touch your ankle gently. You bite your lip as he runs the backs of his fingers up and down your shin gently. “But you came here for answers, didn’t you?” He lifts himself slightly out of the water, exposing where his human form meets his animal half, your breath catching when two tentacles snake out of the water, one of them replacing his fingers on your skin. You resist the urge to flinch away and he smiles at you. “Curious, aren’t you?” 

“I… have so many questions,” you admit and he leans further over the rocks, tilting his head at you. 

“Humans are so curious about everything,” he says. “It’s an admirable quality. It’s what brought you to me, after all.” He hums, lifting his eyes up as he thinks. “Well, there’s no actual answer as to what I am. I’m sure I’m far from the prince charming depiction humans have made others like me out to be,” he sighs. “What do you call them? Mermaids?” He teases you and you nod a bit shyly, still painfully aware of his tentacle stroking over your leg. 

“That’s… close, I guess,” you admit. “But you don’t look anything like that.” 

“No, I’m a little more… monstrous,” he says. The tentacle touching you suddenly wraps around your leg, pulling you to the edge of the pool. You yelp, surprised to suddenly be dragged towards him. With you much closer to him Heeseung leans in, your legs suddenly submerged in the water up to your knees. Your breath catches, your hands grabbing the stone to keep yourself upright. The tentacle weaves its way further up your leg, to your knee, stroking along the outside of it instead, the suckers pressing into your bare skin. “Are you scared of me, beautiful?” 

You should be, you think. Those tentacles of his are far too strong, obviously he can do whatever he wants with you. And those teeth, they’re so sharp and mildly disconcerting, it sort of worries you what he would even need teeth like that for. You’re clearly at his mercy like this, you should probably be more scared of him. But for some reason, the humanity in Heeseung’s eyes, the gentle way he touches you, the sweet way he speaks to you, it doesn’t scare you. You’re not afraid of him. 

“No,” you admit and he smirks. 

“How sweet,” he comments. “Creatures like me go by many names, and we’ve been confused with lots of other things too. Krakens, for example, monstrous things they are. I’m not that dangerous though.” He shifts to rest one arm on the other side of you, caging you against the stone. You swallow but don’t push him away, not that you think you could. Instead, you part your knees and he slips between them immediately, leaning up towards you with that dastardly little smirk on his lips. “No, I think humans mostly refer to things like me as… sirens.” He whispers and your heart stutters in your chest. 

Sirens. Sirens, creatures known to sing songs so alluring no one could ever deny them. They’re particularly well known for drawing sailors to their deaths, be it from crashing their boats into cliffs or literally eating them. To say that you suddenly feel less safe in his grasp would be a devastating understatement but Heeseung merely tilts his head at you, still smirking. 

“Did I say something wrong?” He teases you, clearly knowing exactly what you’re thinking. 

“You said you don’t kill people,” you say and he hums in agreement. “You don’t… eat them, do you?” 

“Eat them? Not in any literal sense,” he replies. “No, I’m afraid that any eating I do is a bit more… metaphorical.” His hands touch your thighs, gently easing them further apart. Your breath catches as you realize his meaning, his hands drifting inward, between your legs. “Oh, you do understand what I’m saying, don’t you?” Heeseung teases, pressing the backs of two of his fingers against the crotch of your swim bottoms. 

The knuckles of his fingers drag up and down the center of your bottoms, pressing right into your clit every time he strokes back up. You will yourself to stay still, not wanting to play right into his hands. Is this what sirens are actually like? Supposedly sirens are supposed to be unimaginably beautiful, or at the very least, glamoured to be beautiful. Irresistible, even. Heeseung certainly fits the bill, so is this what they really want? 

“So all those stories, about sirens, they’re all⁠—” 

“Did you really think they were true?” Heeseung asks, looking at you from under his lashes. “Beautiful, they’re nothing but wise tales, folklore. It’s a nasty thing they did to us, humans. I guess it’s just easier to portray us as the bad guys when the alternative is…” The tentacle around your leg suddenly comes unraveled, instead sliding across the stone to wrap around your wrists. You gasp as both of your wrists are tightly held, pulling you closer to him. Heeseung leans up towards your face, smiling in the most sinister of ways. “They’d have to admit they rather enjoyed everything we did to them.” 

Your breath comes out in heavy pants as he hooks his fingers under the material of your swim bottom, pulling them aside. Cool air ghosts over your bare cunt, making you shiver. He leans back to look, humming softly. 

“I’ll never quite understand it, the way a human’s sex is so vulnerable. Why, it takes nothing at all for me to touch it.” Heeseung demonstrates this point by running his fingertips up and down your slit, which is getting wetter by the second. You struggle against the tentacles holding your wrists, Heeseung tsking softly. “Now, now, don’t struggle. I’ll make you feel good, beautiful,” he assures you, lifting his other hand to spread you open. You whimper as he exposes you to him, catching his lower lip between his sharp teeth. “It’s been too long since I’ve been with a human. I almost forgot how wet you get.” He spreads your slick around where it’s leaking from your hole, then carefully eases his fingers inside of you. 

You gasp, hips jerking as you’re filled with his thick fingers. Heeseung looks up at you, studying your expressions as he pushes in and in and in until his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. You’re warm and wet inside, your eyelids are fluttering, chest heaving as pleasure courses through you. It’s almost painful, the way you’re stretched around him with such little prep, but so satisfying at the same time. 

Slowly, agonizingly, Heeseung pulls his fingers back out, only to slowly push them back in. You can feel the texture of his fingers, the bumps of his knuckles as he slowly fingers you. His attention bounces between the expressions you make, eyes rolling, mouth opening, soft moans spilling from your lips, and the way your cunt stretches to accommodate him. More and more fluid comes from your pussy, lubricating the slide, pooling around the base of his fingers the longer it goes on. You try to cant your hips up against his hand, but a pair of tentacles slither their way around your legs, all the way up to your thighs, keeping you pinned down against the stone. You whine, unable to move. 

“It’s important to be patient, beautiful,” Heeseung tells you, spreading his fingers inside of you. Your gasp, pleasure surging through you as he stretches your cunt out further. “I don’t want to rush this. It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to touch a human. And you are more beautiful than anything I’ve seen before.” He leans down towards your cunt, making you freeze up. 

Those teeth. God, he’s not really going to put his mouth on you with those sharp teeth is he. You try to squirm away but his tentacles are far too strong, keeping you immobile as he presses his lips to your clit. It sends sparks through you, up your spine and down through your legs, arousal pooling heavily in your hips. He looks up at you from under his lashes, sucking softly at your clit. Trembling, shaking pleasure consumes you as he keep fucking his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster as he laves his tongue over your clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpers. “Heeseung.” His eyes glimmer with satisfaction, having been waiting to hear you break. Your desperate little plea is enough to have him aching but he won’t touch himself. Not now, not when he’s got you right where he wants you. He can’t risk scaring you off like that, he’ll take his time. 

When he pulls back from your cunt, he licks your slick from his lips, still thrusting his fingers in and out of you. When he looks at your face your eyes are glazed with pleasure, lips bitten pink from your own teeth, lips parted as sweet pants and moans drip from your mouth. Heeseung can’t help himself, he wants a taste of your pretty little mouth, so he pushes forward, pressing his lips to yours. 

You moan into his lips, Heeseung’s free hand gripping your hips as he kisses you with reckless abandon. Hardly ever has he had such a perfect little human. Usually he has to take what he wants, or sing until his throat hurts, or offer endless, beautiful sentiment just to get them to spread their legs. But you, never you. You came to him. You walked right into his arms, right between his writhing tentacles, asking for more. It’s never been easier. 

He resists the urge to bite, no matter how much he wants to, instead letting his tongue snake into your mouth. You suck on his long, dextrous tongue, letting it press as deeply into your mouth as he desires. He fucks his fingers into your cunt, curling them up, pressing hard into your front wall until you’re crying out into his lips, hips jerking against his hand. 

You come all over his fingers, Heeseung pulling away from your lips to look. You milky release coats his fingers, and the stone beneath you, dripping towards the ledge. When he pulls his fingers out, slowly, he can feel the ache in his own hips. He wants you, so badly he can barely stand it. When he shifts, a small groan making its way out of his lips, your eyes dart from where they were also looking between your legs to his face. 

“You’re turned on,” you say and Heeseung closes his eyes, as though to try and calm himself down. “I don’t know… uhm… how to…” 

“Don’t worry about me, beautiful. I think even you might scare if you were to see me like that,” Heeseung tells you. He opens his eyes and looks at you, bringing his fingers up to his lips. You watch as he puts them into his mouth, sucking your cum right off of them. He moans, and twisting up against the edge of the ledge. Once clean, he lets them slide out from between his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good.” 

“Can I help you? In… some way?” You offer. “I don’t know how but…” He touches your face gently, tilting your head back gently. 

“You have no idea what you are asking for,” he warns you, voice soft. “The things I want to do to you are beyond your wildest imaginations, beautiful.” He doesn’t let go of you but the tentacles around your legs uncoil. You can feel the places where they once were, where the suckers were pressed against your skin. Slowly, they snake their way up your legs, along the insides, touching the soft, sensitive skin of the insides of your thighs. You gasp and Heeseung smirks, watching you with intent eyes as the tip of one of his tentacles prods at your still leaking and pulsing entrance. “Are you starting to understand the depth of the things I want from you?” He asks, the pointed tip of the other swirling around your clit.

This is where you should leave. You have a feeling this is your out. If you stay, Heeseung might do things you’ve only seen depicted in raunchy hentai, he’s going to do things to you you’ve genuinely never even considered being possible. If you want to leave this cove with any sort of dignity intact, you should back out right now. But even as Heeseung watches the indecision in your eyes and gently removes his tentacles from around your wrists, allowing you to make as hasty an exit as you want, you don’t. 

“Yes,” you agree.

“So?” 

“So, go ahead.” 

He doesn’t even move, still holding you gently by the face as the tentacle at your entrance pushes forward, burying itself inside of you. A gasp is torn from your lungs, your eyes rolling back as you’re filled in a way you have genuinely never experienced before. You grab at his shoulder and wrist, clutching hard enough that it must hurt, digging your nails into his skin as the tentacle inside of you writhes around, suckers dragging against the walls of your pussy like living, flexing ribbing. As it starts to fuck you pleasure rips through you like never before, hot and aching and molten in your veins. 

“That’s it,” Heeseung whispers, but even his voice sounds strangled now. “You’re being so good for me.” The tentacle at your clit attaches a sucker to it, pulsing and writhing, pulling and prodding. Your clit throbs, the stimulation nearly too much. You’re tearing up, your body is quaking, shivering as Heeseung holds you, other tentacles moving to hold your legs and waist, keeping you still so you can be used. So he can keep playing with you, filling you over and over again, toying with your body. 

“Too much,” you gasp out, your cunt clenching and unclenching around the intrusion. Your walls are sensitive from your previous orgasm and the tentacle inside of you has managed to find your g spot or your cervix or something inside of you that’s causing wave after mind flaying wave of pleasure pulse through you with every intense thrust. 

“You said you wanted it,” Heeseung whispers. “Go on then. Take it.”

You shake through the orgasm that’s suddenly ripped from you, the sucker on your clit squeezing and tugging, your cunt spasming through the relentless pounding of the organ inside of you. Your eyes roll back in your head, only a helpless little whimper leaving you as you come. You’re distantly aware of the gush of liquid leaving you, spilling all over the stone and covering the tentacle that is fucking up into you. You think it’s still going on but all you can hear is the rush of your blood in your veins and all you can see is whiteness encroaching on your vision. 

Heeseung breathes out, as though also having reached some kind of relief from fucking you so hard you can’t barely move. Carefully, he lowers you down to the stone, pulling his tentacles back, slipping them beneath the water’s surface. You try to catch your breath as Heeseung leans down over the top of you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest. 

“You did so well for me, beautiful,” he coos and you feel inexplicably warm and proud. “Such a good girl for me, taking me first try.” His hands find your waist, soothingly running up and down the sides of it. “You’re so much more than I ever imagined.” 

“Was it good for you?” You whisper, hoping to have brought him some kind of satisfaction. Heeseung smiles down at you. 

“It was amazing,” he assures you.

When you feel like you can finally move, you climb to your feet, retrieving your bag from where you left it nearby. When Heeseung thinks you’re not looking, he reaches down into the water, grasping at something. You can’t see it, but when you turn fully towards him again, he’s leaning against the ledge once more. You get down to your knees in front of him, gently touching his cheek. His dark gray eyes widen in surprise.

“Can I see you again?” You ask and Heeseung smiles softly. 

“You know where to find me, beautiful,” he tells you. You lean forward, kissing him softly. Heeseung kisses you back sweetly, licking once at the seam of your lips. When you pull back, he smiles at you again. “You won’t leave me waiting such a long time again, will you?” He teases. 

“I’ll try not to.” 

As you go to leave, straightened up as best you can be after getting railed by literal tentacles, you head for the wall of the cove. You step out around the edge and then pause, waiting for a second. Your curiosity continues to be piqued and you wait, listening. After a few seconds, you’re rewarded with the sound of soft, gasping moans and you peer back around the edge of the wall. 

Heeseung is still partially submerged in the water, but he’s lying on the edge now, tentacles in the water, bare back on the stone. His head is thrown back against the floor, eyes closed, soft melodious moans spilling from his full lips, his hand down between his tentacles. 

From your angle, you can’t see what he’s doing, but his extremities are writhing, his back arching when he does something that must be particularly pleasurable. It’s frustrating not knowing what exactly it is that Heeseung is doing to pleasure himself but you’re going to find out what it is. He said that it might scare you but, clearly, you’re not easily scared. The next time you come back here, you’re going to figure it out and you’re going to make him feel the insane ecstasy that he’s already given you. 

You don’t come back until a week later, and the weather is less than stellar. It makes you hesitant to go out towards the beach, after what happened last time, though you aren’t not convinced Heeseung wasn’t behind it. Your foot may have slipped but he clearly bashed the boat. Either way, you’re not going to be deterred by the weather, especially since your fixation on Heeseung has started to reach a fever pitch. 

He’s all you can think about. Even at work, even at the marina (which you are finally allowed to go to again), even with your family, he plagues your every thought. Maybe this is the real reason sirens are so dangerous, not because they’ll lure you to your death but because once ensnared, you can’t get out. You’re obsessed with the idea of him. Just last night you touched yourself to the thought of him, his mouth and his hands and those tentacles, how they completely tore you apart. You can’t help yourself any longer, you need to see him. 

The beach is practically deserted due to the weather, the tide higher than normal. You know that it’s dangerous to go into a cove like that during a high tide, but you duck under the sign without giving it a second thought. You’re hopeful you’ll find him again, pulling your jacket closer as you step around the wall of the cave and onto it’s stone floor. 

It’s just the same as you left it, though the water is a little higher. It’s come up past the ledge where it was last time, pooling out in a wide arch. You walk over to the edge of it, your arms wrapped around yourself as you stand at the edge. You sit down right there, uncaring of your shorts getting wet, setting your sandals aside, further away from the water, lest they get swept out. The air is warm even if it might rain, thick and humid, ghosting over you and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You sigh softly to yourself, wondering if it’s even worth it to come out here. What if he doesn’t show up? 

Your worries are put to bed by the tight hold of a tentacle around your ankle. You look down, the same bright red that you’ve come to expect slithering up your ankle, along your shin and to your knee. You stretch your leg out, letting it take further hold of you. You’re dragged, quite suddenly, towards the water, making you yelp. You’re pulled right into Heeseung’s waiting arms, the siren leaning over the top of you as you’re suddenly submerged in water up to your waist, wetting your shorts and your shirt and your jacket. 

“Heeseung,” you gasp. He smirks down at you, gently taking your hands in his. It would be sweet, the way he threads your fingers with his, if he didn’t immediately pin them down by your head, tentacles twisting around your other leg, your waist, writhing up your shirt. 

“Did you miss me, beautiful?” He asks, hovering the top of you, staring down at you with dark eyes. 

“I did,” you agree and he smiles. Tentacles shift over your skin, the suckers tugging at your skin as they creep further and further up your body, until they’re pulling at your shorts and cupping your swimsuit clad breasts. “Heeseung⁠,” you whimper, the onslaught of sensations on your body more than you were expecting right off. 

“I missed you too,” he tells you, leaning down to kiss you. He captures your lips in a soft but intense kiss, his tongue immediately pushing its way past your lips. You whine as he fucks it deeper into your mouth, slithering along your tongue, pressing down on the back of it while his tentacles attempt to pull your clothes off. Your shorts are being shimmied down your hips while your swim top is pushed aside to reveal your breasts under your top. You try to struggle against it but he’s too strong, you’re completely immobilized underneath his hands and tentacles. 

When he pulls back from the kiss, allowing you to breathe again, his eyes run over your body. He can see the way his own tentacles are shifting underneath the fabric of your shirt, feel the rough denim of your shorts as he attempts to remove them from your body. You look up at him with your big, innocent eyes and it drives him crazy. How can such a sweet human have such endless desire? 

“What did you come for, beautiful?” He asks, looking down at you. “My hands,” he squeezes your hands in his, “my mouth,” he licks his lips enticingly, “or would you prefer I split you open on my tentacles again? You seemed to really enjoy that last time,” he comments, making you blush. 

“I have… something else in mind,” you tell him and he lifts a brow. “You have to let me go,” you say, squeezing his fingers between your gently. 

“But I so enjoy you like this,” he comments, looking at the way you’re being held down. Your shorts are nearly far enough down that he could slip right underneath your swimsuit, touching you once more. He can see your nipples through your thin tank top, a pity he didn’t get to play with them last time. To prove his point, he lets his tentacles sweep over your nipples, making you shudder. “Completely at my mercy,” he points out, eyes half lidded as he enjoys the view. 

“And you will,” you assure him. “Just allow me a moment,” you offer. He sighs but lets go of your hands, tentacles retreating from your body. You feel like you can get a full breath in once freed from the bondage of his body, shifting just a little bit away from him. 

“I’m terribly impatient, love,” Heeseung warns you. The new nickname makes you smile. “I wouldn’t keep me waiting.” 

“I won’t.” You strip off your wet jacket, tossing it further up onto the stone flooring. His eyes watch you with intrigue as you start pulling off your clothes, taking your shorts the rest of the way off and also your tank top. You don’t bother fixing your swim top, he’s sure to just push it aside again anyway, so your breasts are fully exposed as you slide back into the water, partially underneath him. 

“What game are you playing?” He asks, watching as you settle down beneath him. 

“Just quelling my curiosity,” you tell him and then slide a hand down his stomach, between his tentacles. It’s a total guess, you have no idea what you are supposed to be feeling for, but you must have pretty good intuition because as soon as you get low enough, your fingers are sliding over a slit in his skin, making him gasp and jerk above you. He grabs your wrist, not pulling you away but stopping you from continuing. When you look up, his eyes have gotten impossible darker, a flush suddenly coating his cheeks. 

“You have no idea what you’re doing,” Heeseung warns you, voice low. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” 

“I’m curious. Didn’t you say it’s an admirable quality in humans?” You reply and his jaw clenches. “Besides, don’t you want to feel good?” You run your fingers up and down the slit, feeling a slick, slippery fluid coat your fingers. He’s still submerged in the water but it’s thick, vicious enough that you can feel it. Heeseung’s eyes flutter, breath getting heavier. “Let me make you feel good.” 

“You’re not prepared for it,” he tells you. 

“Then prepare me for it.” His eyes narrow. The next moment, he’s pulling your hand away from him, pushing you down onto the stone once more. Your breath leaves you in one heavy gasp and you’re pushed down and wrapped up in tentacles, creeping and slithering and writhing over your body. He takes his hands back, clearly not needing them for what he’s doing to you. Under his intense gaze, your arms are pinned down, legs spread apart, breasts caressed by his sucker laden extremities. Your nipples are covered in suckers, making you cry out as they pull and tug at your sensitive flesh, another one latching onto your clit. Your eyes roll back, pleasure suddenly coursing through you unexpectedly as he takes your goading very seriously. 

“You always seem to be saying things without actually giving them any thought, beautiful,” he says, watching you attempt to struggle against your bonds. He slides a hand back down between his tentacles, fingers running over his sensitive slit, dipping inside. He moans, biting at his lower lip. “You look so pretty like this. Forced to take whatever I give you. Unable to fight me off. It gets me so hot.” He moans again, spreading his slit open, more and more fluid gushing from inside. 

You lift your head in hopes of seeing what he’s doing, but your mind goes blank when a tentacle suddenly thrusts inside of you. You cry out from the sudden stretch, opening you up so abruptly, your pussy aching. It’s brutal, the way it bullies its way inside of you, spreading you open, fucking as deep as it can. You drop your head back against the stone, trying to breath through the intense feelings, overstimulated from all the sensations. Your nipples nearly ache, your clit is throbbing and the suckers are rubbing all over the walls of your cunt. 

The speed at which the tentacle inside of you fucks you is inhuman, almost painful the way that it fucks right into your cervix, the pointed tip feeling like it’s pushing past and into your womb. If you were in your right mind, you would know it’s not possible, but it genuinely feels like it’s trying to rearrange your insides, you feel so full. Every pull on your clit is making your mind spin, amplified by the tight press on your nipples. You think you might be moaning, but you don’t know. All you know for sure is that you’re going to come, you’re going to come, you’re going to come. 

“Then come for me, beautiful,” Heeseung hisses. “Come for me, all over me.” 

Your orgasm spills out of you, a wet gush of slick and cum, maybe even squirt, the way that tentacle was fucking you you’re not sure it isn’t possible. All you know is that you feel out of your mind, stretched to your limits, skin hypersensitive, breasts and clit throbbing. The tentacles on your most sensitive parts slither away, leaving a pattern of sucker shaped bruises on your chest and thigh in their wake. When you catch your breath, you lift your head, trying to see Heeseung.

“You wanna see what you wanted so badly?” He asks and you nod, still unable to see him with the way you’re pinned to the ground. The tentacles around your arms slip away as well, allowing you to sit up a bit. Your mouth falls open when you see what he’s talking about. 

Protruding from the slit between his tentacles is a thick, long, cherry red cock to match the rest of his tentacles. It’s much too big for you to be able to take inside of you, several inches long and throbbing, twitching against the palm of Heeseung’s hand as he strokes it. Translucent fluid drips from the bulbous head, turned purple in his arousal, down the ribbed length of his shaft. A thick vein runs down the underside of it, which he smooths his fingers over, making him groan deeply. When you lift your gaze, Heeseung is staring at you with his tongue between his sharp teeth, the tip curling around one of them. 

“You know what I said, about a human’s sex being so vulnerable. Now you see, I can’t even get to mine without being so aroused I can barely stand it.” He grips the base, throwing his head back as he moans. More fluid flows from the tip, dripping into the water beneath him. When he looks at you again, he swallows, clearly trying to control himself. “You have no idea what you did to me. Just touching my sheath like that, trying to put your fingers inside of me. I wanted you so badly.” He lets go of his cock to lean over the top of you instead, causing you to drop down to your elbows. “The only problem is that there’s no way you can take all of me inside of you. I’d rip you open.” 

“Has a human ever taken you before?” You ask. 

“No one’s ever wanted to,” he admits. “With all these tentacles, what do they want my cock for?” 

“I do,” you tell him and he lifts a brow. “I want to try. I want to make you feel good.” 

“You’re so naive,” Heeseung laughs. “But if you insist.” His tentacles wrap your arms again, pulling you down to the ground. He leans over the top of you, the tentacles still around your legs spreading you as wide as possible, so he can get between them, aligning the thick head of his cock to your cunt. “Try not to scream,” he teases you and then pushes his hips forward. 

It’s hard not to, as he pushes inside of you. Your eyes roll back, your mouth dropping open as you try to keep the noises you want to make inside. At the very least, Heeseung has the presence of mind to go slow, easing himself inside of you inch by agonizing inch. It feels like he’s going to rip you open, and you nearly sob when you realize that was just the head when the ribs of his shaft start entering you too. Your walls clench and unclench, unsure if they want to push him out or pull him in as he keeps going until he’s nestled so far inside of you it feels like you can feel him in your throat. 

“Tsk, tsk, I should’ve known,” Heeseung says, but his own breath is coming out short, trying to restrain himself. You know he wants to ruin you. You look up at him though, realizing he’s looking down at where he’s buried inside of you. When he meets your eyes he smirks. “You can only take half.” 

“Fuck,” you curse, dropping your head back against the stone. If that’s only half of him, what the hell would all of him feel like? You don’t get a lot of time to ponder that though because Heeseung grabs you by the waist, hauling you closer. Your cunt aches in protest, already stuffed to its limit. Then he reels back and fucks you. 

It hurts almost as good as it feels, as Heeseung starts to fuck in and out of you, the head of his cock ramming into your body, over and over again. Without his tentacles holding you down, you might actually be thrashing too much to take it, because he’s ruthless. Or maybe it’s just the weight of him, the size of him, that makes it feel so intense, your already sensitive walls spasming around the natural ridges of his cock. You’re gasping and whining and moaning, unable to control the sounds coming out of you anymore as he takes you apart. 

“You feel so good,” Heeseung moans, gripping you hard enough to hurt. “I can’t believe I finally found a human just crazy enough to let me fuck them. Your pussy feels so fucking good around me, beautiful. Gods above.” Whatever Heeseung is saying is going completely over your head, all you can focus on is how you feel, filled to the brim with his cock, helpless and at his mercy, pinned down by his body. You try to lift your gaze to his face, but you can’t, your eyes are rolling in your head, the relentless pleasure drowning everything else out. 

It might’ve hurt at first, but now it’s just a roiling, boiling sea of arousal, your cunt squelching, his hips slapping wetly against yours, from the fluids you’re both leaking, from the water you’re half submerged in. You can’t even be sure who’s fluids are whose, with the way it’s quite literally gushing out of you with every reckless thrust Heeseung pushes into you, spilling down his hips and spraying all over your thighs. Every hard thrust shakes you to your core, nerves on fire, the aching need to come settling so deep inside of you it’s all you can think about. 

“Hee- Hee- Hee-” you can’t even get his name out in warning. Heeseung keeps fucking you, pushing as deep as he can, almost like he’s trying to make you take all of him, even though you so physically cannot. The constant feeling of unimaginable fullness, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls, it’s too much.

You come all over his cock, squirt and cum and slick spilling out around him, running in rivers down the length of him, turning the water around you milky white. Your cunt spasms uncontrollably around him, your body limp and useless as you come. He doesn’t stop though, plowing into you over and over and over again, chasing the feeling of your body, the wet hold of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. 

“Shit,” he curses suddenly, shoving in as far as he can and staying there. Your eyes roll back, the relentless pressure of him inside of you almost enough to drive you off the edge again. He comes inside of you, but without anywhere for it to go it all comes dripping back down the length of his cock, into the water, rivulets of his milky white cum running down his cock and your thighs. 

For several seconds the both of you stay there, trying to catch your breath. The air is still thick with humidity and an incoming storm, your clothes are discarded a few feet away from you on the stone and slowly, oh so slowly, Heeseung’s tentacles unravel from around your extremities, slipping back beneath the water, leaving bruises in the the shape of his many suckers behind on your skin. 

“Take a deep breath, love,” Heeseung advises, and you do. “Let it out slowly and relax.” You try to do as he says, feeling the way he slowly pulls out of you. It makes you shiver, the feeling of his ridged cock all along your walls, the catch of the head on your entrance. It pops out though and you feel like you can get a full breath in again. You’ve never felt so empty as you do right now. 

Heeseung lies down next to you on the stone, pulling you towards him. When his tentacles wrap around you this time it's softer, gentler, almost lovingly. They caress all the places they held you, over the bruises that mar your skin, wrapping you in their warmth. It’s a little odd, they’re still slick and slippery, but you’ve become used to them. You rest your head on his shoulder, his arms around your waist. 

“You did so good for me,” he whispers, kissing your head. You nearly preen under his praise. “But you know,” he whispers in your ear, “I’m never gonna let you go now.” 

“I wouldn’t want you to,” you tell him and when he pulls back, he looks at you with gentle eyes and that trademark little smirk of his. “How could I ever be satisfied with someone other than you?” 

“You never will,” Heeseung tells you, leaning in to kiss you. You kiss him back, rolling on top of him. His tentacles wrap around your legs and your waist, keeping you steady as you kiss down into his mouth, mindful of those teeth of his.

a/n: you guys asked for monster fucking, so i gave it to you. honestly, i have no idea why this came to me but it literally came to me as i was getting ready for bed and then i was possessed. i really, really enjoyed working on this, it was so weird and fun and strange, god, i love monster aus. they're so fun! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do.

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