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You hadn’t discussed it previously, but to be perfectly fair, you never discussed much of anything while you were together. Freddy always had other plans in mind for your pretty little mouth other than talking, many a night he preferred to treat his ears to the sound of your muffled and wet gagging with his hand on the back of your head as opposed to petty conversation.

When the idea first hit you initially brushed it off, no way, too ridiculous and yet the thought refused to leave, the musing wore you down until you find yourself in the mall full of shoppers eager to get their holiday splurging over with. You were in the mall picking up gifts for other people and when you walked by that particular store the idea hit once more, and you considered it. The idea didn’t leave you all afternoon and midway through you decided that yes, you would. You left it for last because you still felt almost silly for really choosing to commit to this.

You’d shopped in here before but never for something like this, your previous purchases were for more every day use, out of necessity and this was much more frivolous. Fingers linger as you search through racks and open drawers, trying to find just the right combination to, no pun intended, set him on fire. When you did find it, you were fucking giddy about it.

Dear God, it was positively perfect. He would love it, Hell, you loved it too, you knew down to your bones that you would feel confident and sexy in it and as you were checking out you wondered why you never thought of doing this sooner.

You knew he was going to see you tonight. He never talked to you directly and told you when, but he had a little pattern, you had figured out with decent accuracy the nights he would pay you a visit. It had been a few days, there was no doubt in your mind that he would be anything but hungry and would seek you out.

It did look good. You looked good. You were looking at yourself in the mirror, and you wanted to laugh at the effect he’d had on you, turning and admiring your own ass with a thought of, “Like a dream come true.” His cheesy puns and terrible jokes have rubbed off on you more than you liked to admit out loud.

Silky and sheer stockings creeping up your legs, thigh high of course, the tops of them lacy, intricate patterns you traced absentmindedly with your fingertips as your eyes continued to rove over yourself. The garter belt holding said stockings up was cinched at your waist, the panties were so barely there you seriously wondered if they even qualified as such. The bustier corset style top was to die for, what it did to your tits alone made the price seem worth it. And of course it all matched perfectly, red and lacy fit the season and his tastes perfectly, I mean you’d be a fool not to get the whole set, really. It left very little to the imagination, and you were certain he’d enjoy it.

Was the robe entirely unnecessary? Yes. Did it hang off of your frame beautifully and elevate the whole look? Naturally. Besides, it was a gift, and you normally never brought yourself this kinda thing, it was the holidays, and you’d been very fucking generous to all the people you care about, why not be a bit generous to yourself too? You deserved to feel this good about yourself.

You climbed into bed that night wrapped in soft and smooth clingy fabrics that accentuated your assets, a pretty little present, all for him.

Falling asleep was a challenge, simply due to the excitement you felt to see his reaction to your present for him. When you did fall asleep it took awhile for you to notice, which wasn’t unusual, becoming aware of the shift was hard, it was almost always muddy, until you heard him, that made you come to your senses real quick.

“There you are, kitten, took you a minute to get here, tonig-oh.”

You couldn’t hide your smile, you wanted to turn to face him, but there was no need, he was already on you.

His presence could be felt over your shoulder, your back nearly on his chest, you could feel the heat that radiated off of him. You felt his non-gloved hand on your shoulder, it started there and dragged up slowly, the back of his knuckles coming over the side of your throat and up over your cheek. His fingers hook, and he pulls some of your hair aside, exposing more of your throat to him, he leaned in closer and whispered in your ear, “What’s all this, hmm?”

What happened to all of that confidence of yours? It always seemed to dry up relatively quickly around him. Suppressing a shiver, you instead ground yourself but lacing your fingers together in front of yourself, responding simply with, “A gift.”

You felt his lips brush the shell of your ear as his head pitched forward slightly, he let out this terrible low laugh that made your skin prickle in a way that made you want to squirm. Next you felt the tips of the blades on his glove brush your hip, even through the sheer material of your robe the steel felt terribly cold, then again the robe was there for how it looked, not for any warmth it could provide.

“For me?”

His question was met with a simple nod in response from you.

That glove of his moved higher, the clink of metal on metal had started to condition you, hearing it would make you want to press your thighs together and would begin the slow drip of arousal. He pulled some of the material as he went, the soft fabric felt so good sliding against your skin, that small twinge of fear when his glove was on you was present was also welcome, it isn’t a hindrance, instead it adds to the feeling and experience.

“You shouldn’t have.” He hums.

Fucking Christ, that voice of his affected you on the best of days, but when it was right in your ear? It made the current problem of your ever increasingly wet underwear infinitely worse for you. It was far too early for you to be having this much trouble, but he was just on you aggressively, you had no time to adjust like you usually did, he left you no personal space. The second he saw you tonight, his hands were on you. Yet you made yourself press onward, made yourself speak, and tried to hide how turned on you were already becoming.

“I wanted to.”

That pulled another laugh from him, and to be fair it was funny. The very idea of you spending hard-earned money on a gift for him, money that you could have spent on friends or family, or on yourself in a better way, you spent instead on fancy lingerie to wear for your murderous dream demon fuck buddy.

The fact that you meant it? That you had wanted to get him something? Hilarious.

The fact that you were actually hoping to impress him, please him? That was downright hysterical.

He sounded pleased as punch as he responded, thoroughly amused and still groping at your body. “My, my what a remarkable little slut you are. And here I didn’t get you anything.”

Him speaking pulled you from your thoughts, non-gloved hand on your throat from behind, glove on your waist, and he manhandled you, turning you around, looking you up and down. It was far too quiet right now, you wanted to squirm from how intensely he was looking at you, wanting to shift your weight from one foot to the other.

You broke the silence first, desperate to fill the space, to distract yourself from how he looked at you, “I didn’t tell you I was doing this, it’s fine, you didn’t get me something.”

Eyes flicked up, and his gaze met yours, a lecherous grin breaking out on his face, leaning closer as he teases, “All the more reason. I didn’t have to ask, and you did all this.”

He clearly appreciated your effort, that was made all the more obvious as his hands pushed open your robe. More exposed flesh on display he took the opportunity and one of the blades of his glove dragged over that strip of exposed skin between the lace edge of the bottom of your bustier and the top of your garter belt. You weren’t sure whether to lean in or pull away, the touch was featherlight, and it didn’t break the skin, but fuck, you wanted him to.

You wanted him to do what he did best, overwhelm you in every single way possible, pleasure and pain, doesn’t matter, you wanted it all.

You let him touch you. In whatever way he wished to, and you enjoyed it as always. Fingertips dragging over any exposed skin, pulling on straps and feeling the lace roughly, dipping in occasionally, teasing you with the threat of more.

What was his goal, agony or ecstasy? Always hard to tell with him, it could be either, or more usually, both, and you wouldn’t have minded whatever he provided. Your eyes had fallen closed, and you were simply enjoying feeling, and then you felt the drag of that blade over your thigh, and it drew a shuddering breath from you, the first cut of the night always was special, this one hurt, burned in a particularly delicious way.

It took a moment for you to realize, you felt the warmth and wetness soaking into your stocking, your eyes flying back open, gaze falling down and there it was. A hole in the red sheer material, matching the one in your skin. He cut you again as you watched, harsh inhale through your teeth, blood blooming, darker red staining the more candy apple colour of your lingerie and fuck you loved that sight almost as much as he did, something that changed in you definitely because of him.

He didn’t stop there. “You look like you want to say something.”

A singular blade dragged up and hooked into one of the straps of your garter belt, a pause, he looked up into your eyes, and you looked back. He moved again without breaking eye contact, he cut and severed the thin red strap that helped hold your stocking up in two. From that small motion you let out a quiet sound of protest and looked down, hand finding the split strap and feeling it, examining it with a small frown, he didn’t stop. Dragging the blades back up, thin lines cut again, splitting apart the delicate sheer material and lace as he went.

You did want to say something. You spent good money on this, and he was ruining it, you hadn’t even had it for a full day, and it was decently expensive, yet here was he was shredding it without a single fucking care, but you knew better than to talk back to him most nights.

The next motion was quick, a sharp upward jerk of his hand and he made another cut, bigger, much bigger, nearly splitting the top in two, nicking you in the process. When one of those blades hooked into one of the straps on your shoulder you finally spoke up, unable to be silent any longer, what you said next might have been meaner than necessary. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Freddy!?”

And then you were pushed into the nearby wall, back hitting the concrete so hard the wind is knocked out of you, his non-gloved hand on your throat, holding you in place firmly. His leg slots in between yours, and he leans in, closer than he has been all night.

"This is my present, isn't it?"

You struggled and when you did it put more pressure on your still clothed pussy, you were so wet you were sure you’d leave a stain on his pants, yet he pressed harder. He always made it so hard to think, and you choked out pathetically, "Ah, wha-what?"

He made you grind on him, his hand tightened on your throat, and he made sure you repeated the motion, dragging your almost exposed slit over him once more, and it made you moan. Fuck, you hadn't realized how excited you had gotten, just being around him had gotten to you terribly, you should have known better to be honest. Those blades had an awful habit of making you drip as soon as they touched you. He spoke again, so harshly as if you were an idiot, "You…”

The look he gave you was pointed, your brows furrow, your clit throbs and your hole leaks. He repeats himself before continuing his thought, slowly, “You are MY gift, aren't you?”

Fuck, that got to you too, the extra hard grind he forced you to do on the last word made it worse still. When he talked about owning you, flexing that more possessive side of himself, it made you weak. You nodded once, swallowing, he was holding you so tightly, breathing was a challenge, and you grit out the only reasonable, logical and true answer, "Ye-yes I am."

That damn smirk, he loosened his grip slightly, his thumb stroked over your skin, and he said oh so mockingly, "Then why are you-” He points to you with his sharp gloved pointer finger, close enough you are almost worried he’d run you through between your ribs,“-giving me-” he pointed back to himself before saying, “-shit about how I'm choosing to unwrap MY present?”

And he sliced through that strap on your shoulder, nicking you in the process again, deeper than before, you groaned.

His glove came up, and he licked the spilled blood from the blade, staring you down. You knew you couldn't fight him. This was his gift and he could do with it as he pleased, do with you as he pleased.

You conceded.

"I'm sorry. You're right Freddy." That got a laugh out of him as he hooked another blade in the remaining strap on your other shoulder and made you grind on his thigh once more, drawing another broken moan from you.

"Naturally." He was always right, wasn't he?

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It was terribly, painfully cliché’, something out of a tawdry couple dollar paperback, the kinda that you find abandoned on a sandy beach left behind by some bored housewife who couldn’t be bothered to stuff it back in her bag in between wrangling her kids.

But how cliché’ was it exactly?

Let's set the scene and you can judge.

You were out with Buckman, or as you sometimes affectionately referred to him, Bucky, taking a walk after dinner.

You were hand in hand, talking casually, a leisurely stroll and so needed. He was always very busy, being mayor of course did come with a lot of responsibility. He took his job very seriously as well, so whenever you did get time just the two of you, uninterrupted, it was lovely.

Or it was until mother nature herself decided to piss on your good time.

The heavy rain wasn’t anticipated and had surprised you both, the downpour sent you running back to your shared home, still holding each other’s hands, laughing along the way. Once safely inside you weren’t laughing as much anymore, your clothes had soaked through, the sun was down, the chill was setting in leaving you shivering, dripping wet and desperate to warm up.

He closed the front door and was coming forward as he said, “Awe, darlin’ you’re shakin’ like a leaf.”

You nod once, hands rubbing together for warmth as you say, “S’ so cold.”

He was very close to you now, and he reached out, his hands cradled your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he said, “I can fix that.”

And that is how it went. He undressed you so carefully and with a particular reverence that was impossible to ignore, he was not dragging it out necessarily, you were freezing and uncomfortable after all, but he certainly wasn’t rushing either. Peeling pieces of soaked fabric from your shaking form, and you feel yourself wanting to shy away, why was this getting to you so badly? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you like this before, he had, and furthermore in far worse positions than this, but there was something so startlingly intimate about this tonight.

Maybe the location had something to do with it too? Out in the living room, but again he had you in here before, and in the kitchen and the stables and-well it wasn’t important, but again you had done all manner of filth in all manner of places, why tonight?

Why now?

It flustered you even worse to be in front of him in just your underwear, and you had no idea why, you just felt extremely vulnerable. He took notice, hands on your waist, pausing stripping you as he looked into your eyes, a slight chuckle before asking, “Awfully shy tonight, what’s the matter?”

You laughed a little yourself, hands covering his as you responded, not really sure how to answer, but you force out, "I-uh I don’t know to be honest.”

You decided to try and get over your sudden nerves, you were being ridiculous, you force through and leaned up, kissing him, it starts easy, slow, a soft brush of your lips against his, and he returned it easily. His hands moved, and yours fell away as you allowed them as he pulled the last of your damp clothing from you. He moved away first, seemingly reluctantly, and before you knew it you were wrapped in a soft blanket you weren’t sure how he had gotten, but it felt so nice against your skin that you didn’t think to question it.

You mused that this was so nice that you really didn’t mind getting caught out in the rain. He had gotten the fire in the living room fireplace burning and took care of his own wet clothing, and you were both sitting by the fire to warm up. Large blanket around the two of you, enjoying the comfortable silence and leaning on each other, it felt so right being here with him.

Who initiated it didn’t matter.

A gentle kiss that quickly grew hotter, needier and much more hungry, the intent behind it is obvious. Hands on each other quickly make their own points of contact, your hand on his shoulder to start, and it slid down to his chest and one of his hands at the same time is going down your back to the curve of your ass and on it goes. Both of you are reaching out for more, both desperate for each other, wanting to touch more and more, greedy, and the thought passes through your mind that this might be the best way to warm up.

That blanket was pulled from around you and laid down, and you fell onto your back, legs and arms open, and soon he was on top of you, his mouth on your neck, kisses littered over your exposed throat and down over your collarbones and shoulders, and you luxuriated in his ample affection along with the satisfied hums he let out.

His hands were on your hips and his mouth had found the space between your breasts and once his fingers had dipped between your thighs you let out a quiet gasp and vocalized your current thought, “You planned this the whole time didn’t you?”

Your breathing had picked up as he touched you, slowly but with even pressure and his mouth paused, looking up at you with that damn smile of his that you are pretty sure made you fall in love with him in the first place as he said, “So what if I did? Ain’tcha warmer now sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, it’s affectionate, the smile breaks out wider on your face, unable to help it, until his fingers pushed inside of you and that pulled a moan from you. The sharp rise in pleasure made your smile falter, and in turn made his brighter. Again he didn’t rush per se, but he was far too good at getting you riled up, and soon you were practically begging for it and being such an obliging southern gentleman as he was, of course he gave you what you wanted.

You are underneath him, thighs on either side of his hips, your hands on his shoulders as he slid inside of you.

An arch of your back and a shared moan, you are overtaken with it and God that first moment he is inside was always something special, wasn’t it? It took your breath away for a second before he really started.

It started so quietly, just heavy breathing, light skin on skin, crackling of the fire, but when you adjusted your hips just so to get more friction on your clit, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting louder. Gripping him harder, panting and chanting his name like a prayer, encouraging him and begging that he didn’t stop, and why would he?

This is what he loved, you like this, just totally sweet and needy, all for him.

You looked perfect, sprawled out below him on the blanket, soft light and heat of the fire, moaning and shivering, your walls hugging him deliciously. The sheer sight of you was almost too much, he couldn’t keep looking at you and hold his composure, so he pulled closer, one hand on your waist and the other gripping the blanket by your head. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and fuck, you were so close, and he wasn’t being quiet himself either at this point. He sounded too good, strained and feeling just as good as you were and right in your ear you heard from him, “So beautiful, c’mon I want to feel it-”

And you needed no more encouragement than that as you clung to him, reaching your end with another cry of his name. Dear God what bliss, you felt like absolute perfection wrapped around him and as you were still coming down, aftershocks of your orgasm running through you that you realized he was almost there too. You begged again, still holding so close as you pleaded, “Please-Buck, please!”

Once more obliging as ever he finished as well, he never did anything other than cum inside of you, it was the only option, you never wanted it anywhere else.

It was still for a moment before he pulled out, excess evidence of his pleasure spilling out with him leaving you. It takes time, untangling yourselves to get into a more comfortable position until he laid down beside you. The fire was pretty but after all of that you almost felt too hot, slick with sweat but content, guess his plan might have worked a little too well, but again it all felt so good and right you simply didn’t mind.

You placed a kiss to his cheek and curled up closer despite how hot you felt, you could get up in a minute.

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Leslie is not an overly clingy guy. It was only going to be a few days apart, you weren’t going to be gone that long, your parent didn’t live far away, he was even used to being away from you at points due to his work, but this was different. He didn’t have to like it, didn’t have to enjoy being away from you, especially because it was the holidays. He wanted to have you around, why wouldn’t he? What sane person didn’t want their significant other around during this time of year?

It was important for you to have some time with your family, he understood and respected that some time had to be allotted for them and further that you wanted to spend time with them as well. So it went, you were saying goodbye to Leslie with promises of him getting to have you all to himself for a few days once you were back. You’d have a good time, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t looking forward to what you had planned together, too.

In some ways It was really nice being back but in some other ways and not so much, but hey isn’t that how this time of year always went? You take the good like the food and the bad, but it has mostly been good, thankfully.

Tonight was particularly good, your family typically had a holiday party that was a lot of fun, so of course you planned your time to be here for it, you never missed it.

You wished you could have brought Leslie along, but for very obvious reasons when you lived in Glen Echo, you couldn’t exactly bring by the Glen Echo slasher to parade around in front of your family as your boyfriend. The party was in full swing and you were having a good time.

You had been staying down in the basement, your old childhood room had been offered up to some family who was spending the night, but you weren’t about to complain about having the basement to yourself.

Speaking of, you spent that afternoon cleaning up, making sure it would be fine if party-goers wandered down there, the basement was finished and fairly nice, and it wouldn’t be unusual for some people to trickle down, but no one had yet. Everyone staying upstairs near the kitchen, or rather, near the food and drinks.

You had left some food out downstairs for whoever ended up down there but again no one had, you thought you should go down and get it, might as well bring it up and not let it go to waste. You made this one dish every year and your cousin had been asking about where it was, so fuck it, you’d be quick.

Furthermore, you didn’t feel the need to tell anyone, you opened the door and closed it behind you, turning, but then stopping as you looked downstairs.

“Huh.”

That was odd. You could have sworn you left the lights on. The set-up was weird, and the light switch was at the bottom of the steps, and you didn’t want some guest fumbling in the dark. It wasn’t pitch black, thankfully, one of the lights in the actual basement was on, helping illuminate your way. You probably just misremembered, you were scrambling earlier when getting ready for the party. You shrugged it off and headed down the stairs, hand on the wall as you went, and as soon you reached the bottom step, the next part happened so suddenly it almost made your head spin.

Your hand met the light switch, and before you could flip it on, there was a hand over yours and another hand over your mouth, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you were pushed until your back met the wall. Your heart was hammering, you were totally terrified before you realized who it was, eyes coming into focus in the lower lighting to see who your assailant was.

It was Leslie, his hand was off yours, and he held one finger up to his mouth, signalling you to be quiet, and you rolled your eyes with a nod. He smiles at that before pulling his hand off of your mouth, “Hey, sugarplum.”

You want to laugh at the overly cutesy holiday themed nickname, but instead you asked, “Leslie, what are you doing here?”

You gave him a small push, more playful than anything, no real force behind it, but he acted like it was a gunshot, allowing it to knock him into the wall opposite you, he leaned against it, and you bite back a smile from his dramatics. Both of you were still standing in on the last step of the stairs, essentially in the doorway.

He took a moment to respond, looking you up and down before pointing and saying, “That is a really cute outfit, I like it.”

A sigh as you say, “Nice deflection there, Les-”

To be fair to him, it WAS a really cute outfit. You had on a sweater and a tight skirt that landed just below mid-thigh and what looked like normal tights but were actually stay up thigh stockings, the lace tops hidden well under the hem of your skirt. You allowed yourself to smile at last at the compliment as you finished the thought, “Thank you. But really, what are you doing here?”

“I missed you.”

You smiled brighter at his admission, and you certainly missed him too, but instead of vocalizing something you were sure he already knew you joked with him, lightening the mood, “It’s been three whole days-”

“Three terribly long, awful days! I dunno how I survived them.” The way he said it, so purposefully over the top it made you laugh, fuck, you really had missed him, you’d been so busy running around you forgot that a little. Having him standing in front of you reminded you full force how much you’d been feeling his absence without realizing it.

He speaks again, “And this meeting was by accident, you weren’t supposed to know I was here.”

Eyebrows raise and you ask, “Oh no? And what pray tell were you here for if not to see me tonight?”

He pushed off the wall and took the one step forward, you knew why, he needed to be closer to you, his hand reaching out for yours as he said, “Well I DID miss you, that was accurate, but I was here doing a little research. Tryna find the best way in here so I could crawl into bed with you later after everyone else was asleep-”

Oh, of course, how very fitting for him.

“-then when I heard the door open and saw it was you, I figured it was too good an opportunity to pass up.”

You let him take your hand, and you laced your fingers together. You weren’t mad, how could you be? Leslie was nothing if not careful, and you were sure no one had seen him. You were about to tell him how good it was to see him, but he spoke again first before you could, “How’s the party going anyway?”

“Oh good, fun time, I came down here to get some of the food over there-” You gestured with the hand that wasn’t currently occupied holding his, pointing to the folding table with the few trays laid out. “-bring it upstairs, since no one seems to want to hang out down here tonight.”

Leslie asking that reminded you that you should be getting back up there, he was looking around the basement, he nodded in response to what you said. There was not much light except for one of the lamps on as well as the multicoloured lights you strung up earlier.

“Looks good, by the way. You do all the decorating down here yourself?”

You nodded once with a small hum, eyes scanning over the basement and the decorations you’d put up before your eyes landed back on him, just watching him for a moment.

“Even this?” His eyes met yours before he pointed straight up, and you looked up to where he meant and saw it, mistletoe very clearly hanging in the doorway you two were currently under.

You laughed and said, “No way, I didn’t, someone else must have snuck down and did it after I was done. Stupid little family tradition, they insist upon hanging mistletoe above like every door during the party.”

He pulled you closer to him using your already joined hands as he asked in that very playful way of his, “Yeah? I’m assuming you get kissed at these parties all the time then. Must have the people just lining up.”

You were looking up at him, nearly pressed flush to him now. You respond quietly as you tell him, “Nope, never have been, actually.”

That answer from you got a particular kind of smile from him, call it whatever you want, but there was something about firsts that just really did it for Leslie. Maybe it was his deeply held corruption kink and his want to be memorable, and what is more memorable than the first time you do something? It makes him memorable, he wants nothing more than that.

You could tell what he wanted and while you hadn’t thought of it before or really actively wanted it, you sure weren’t about to say no right now. His hand under your chin and tilting your head up to better facilitate what he was after, “Well, allow me.”

You leaned up to meet him in the middle, and you honestly couldn’t have pictured a better first kiss to happen under the mistletoe. You had kissed him, and he had kissed you what must have been hundreds of times already in the time you had been together, but it still felt hit you so hard.

Now it had been a few days, and you looked and smelled, and you even tasted so good that it was impossible to hold back for Leslie. That first innocent press of your lips together turned into a second and a third and on and on, more heat, more hunger, needier, and you weren’t turning him away.

It felt fucking good, and you had missed him too, and he was here now and his mouth on yours was so needed.

He was the one to escalate it even further.

He had let go of your hand, and he put his hands to better use, starting on your hips, thumbs rub over your hip bones and sliding up to your waist, pulling your sweater up slightly as he did, the slide of the soft fabric felt nice.

You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, which he took as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, and you could feel the shift in tension. You were getting hotter, you were wanting more, it was like he could sense it and his mouth moved again. Kisses over your jaw and down your neck and his strong hands squeezed your waist, and you moved, exposing more of your bare throat to him, and he took advantage of that, teeth grazing sensitive skin, heat flares, and you fight to hold in the moan you wanted to let out.

In short order, his leg was slipping between yours, it made your breath catch for a moment in your throat.

A sweet little gesture, what was supposed to be one simple kiss was turning into a full-blown make out session, complete with hands roaming, ample groping, fuck, you loved it when he manhandled you like this, you were getting significantly wetter. He pressed his thigh closer to you and God, you should probably be getting back to the party. Before you could even think of vocalizing this though Leslie has started to slip down your body, you looked down to see him on his knees in front of you, fingers on the hem of your skirt,

“What are you doing?” You questioned, and he had started to hike your skirt up your thighs as he said, “What? It’s the holidays, baby. I’m in a giving mood.”

He said it with that smile that was just so classic him, and you did want to do this, but you had your reservations, you should be going, what if someone came looking for you? Your hands moved and held the hem of your skirt down, preventing him from pulling it up further,

Your eyes dart from his face and up the stairs to the closed door, “No, I mean-right here? What if someone comes downstairs?”

He looked up at you, his look was intense, and it made you lock eye contact as he moved your hand out of the way, you let him. He finished pulling your skirt up the rest of the way so it was bunched around your hips, “Guess you are just going to have to be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Well, shit.

That was unreasonably hot, you had to! You’d been pulled every which way when you came back home, no chance to relieve yourself, so there was no way you could say no to him, far too turned on to refuse him.

His eyes fell back below your waist and his hands were on your outer thighs, a hum of approval as he looked over the thigh high stockings and panties you had on. You couldn’t look away as he leaned in, spreading your legs further apart to better work between them, his mouth met your inner thigh and his breath felt so warm. He took his time for a minute, fingertips tracing over the intricate lace of the tops of your stockings as he kissed and nipped at your thighs, trailing higher and higher, his voice was low, but you could hear it, “So fuckin’ pretty.”

He sighed and one of his hands had slid up far enough to run over your clothed slit, your hips arched more into his touch, already craving more friction,

“And so wet too, this all for me?”

God, why did that smile of his along with his tone have to fluster you so badly sometimes? You gave a small nod and his fingers hooked in the sides of your panties, and he pulled them down, you stepped one foot out of them and soon his mouth was on you. When his lips first made contact you inhaled sharply, head tilting back, and he took his time, soft open mouth kisses placed on you that had you already wanting to whimper but when his tongue licked that first stripe up over your clit you let out a moan. The back of his hand smacked your inner thigh, and you looked back down at him. He was looking up at you, and he pointed, you looked up the stairs to the basement door.

You swallowed hard, remembering just where you were. That is right, you need to be careful, there was still a party going on up there, he reminded of it you could hear it, vague sounds of people talking, laughing, music.

Another delicious pass of his tongue that had you biting your bottom lip to hold back.

You kept your eyes on the door, heart was pounding, this was so bad, so dangerous, you were in full view. If someone opened the door it would be over, you’d be seen easily and yet that thought, as scary as it was, helped fuel this. It felt hotter, better, adrenaline rushing through you along with the pleasure.

It felt fucking amazing. This always did when Leslie got between your thighs, the man adored to pleasure you any way he could, but that mouth of his was good for a lot more than bad jokes and smooth one-liners. He did it with such reverence and fervent passion, as if you were the best thing he had ever tasted, and you were inclined to believe it when he did this. Lips and tongue working in tandem to seemingly drive you fucking insane.

Why were you standing for this, though?

It had been minutes, and you were already dying, not like he ever needed long but fucking hell you felt like your legs just might give out, you had managed to keep your moans in check, but you were breathing much harder now. You were allowing yourself that one outlet, the deep inhales and low exhales, to show how fucking good he was making you feel. His tongue was circling your clit and your eyes fell closed, and you were just lost in the feeling, and then he sucked deeply, and your legs finally couldn’t take it, starting to give out from under you.

Luckily for you, Leslie had such good reflexes, his hands were on the backs of your thighs, he felt you starting to fall, and he moved with you. His mouth barely breaking contact for a moment as your legs were thrown over his shoulders, your back was forced to the wall behind you, and you gasped. Your hands flying back to lie flat on the wall to help support yourself, scrambling to hold on, riding his face and the pleasure at the same time as you adjusted to the sudden change, heart pounding in your chest from your near fall. He was fucking strong and this was such a good reminder, once he had you in the position he wanted it was easy, a lot of your weight was resting on the wall as opposed to on him, and he just kept fucking going.

Eating you out like it is what he was put on this Earth to do.

You were aching, the pressure and need inside mounting, and it felt so amazing and what he just did got to you terribly, it made your heart jump and your clit pulse, you could swear you felt yourself get wetter at him handling the situation like that. Throwing you around so easily.

He had one hand on your thigh, helping keep you balanced and his other hand coming up to join in on the assault currently happening with his mouth, two fingers sliding inside your soaked cunt easily. One of your hands came up and covered your own mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he worked you over.

You were breathing so hard through your nose, small whines and whimpers spilling out, no way anyone could hear it upstairs, but with just your hand in the way, he could hear them, and he loved every single solitary sound he could draw from you. It wasn’t far off now, you pulled your hand away, tightly closed fist, nails biting into your palm, curled fingers nearly pressed to your lips, panting, “Oh my God Les-fuck! Yes I-I’m close-”

That earned a hum from him, the vibrations of that felt wonderful, and it had your hand back on your mouth in an instant to help muffle the moan and his fingers crooked inside of you hitting that sweet spot, your back arched off the wall, pushing closer to him. Hips canting, desperate for more of him, of what he was doing. You took a deep and steadying breath and pulled your hand back from your mouth, trying to keep quiet but still encourage him, you knew how much he liked to hear you when you were like this, wrecked, and all because of him.

“P-please, Leslie, don’t stop, pleas-”

He loved to hear you beg, and you had been so damn good for him, there was no way he would ever dream of stopping right now. Your thighs were trembling as his fingers pumped in and out of you, hitting that same spot over and over as his mouth stayed locked on your clit, tongue rolling over it in just such a way that had electric burning pleasure and tension crackling under your skin. His hand still on your thigh squeezed once, silent encouragement, and you were right there. You were telling him so, back of your hand to your mouth, head thrown back, resting against the wall, shaking in his grasp as you breathed out, hushed on a deep inhale, “Yes! Les-’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish the sentence, having to bite the back of your hand otherwise your uncensored and obscene moan would have surely alerted one of the party guests as you tumbled over the edge. Coming against his tongue and around his fingers, you're breathing laboured, unable to keep still, writhing as much as he would allow in his grip and with you partially pinned against the wall and rode out your high with him dragging every bit of sensation he could out of your orgasm.

When you had finally stopped shaking and had pulled your hand away from your own mouth was when he finally slid his fingers out of you and pulled his mouth away, you looked down to see him cleaning off his fingers. Fuck that view, pink tongue rolling between his wet digits made you clench down on nothing, you just came, for fuck's sake you shouldn’t be THAT into him doing that and yet here you were.

You spoke first, breathing out a huge exhalation as you said, “Holy shit, Les.”

That got a laugh out of him as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, and he confirmed with a smile and a nod, “Yeah, holy shit is right.”

You laughed a little too, he rested his head against your thigh and was looking up at you, both his hands on your hips, and it was quiet for a moment. He looked so good, so content and happy, mouth still wet from you, some of the coloured light from the string lights nearby playing across his face. What a special thing he gave you, such a treat, an undeniably hot, unforgettable memory. You reached towards him, fingers running through his hair, enjoying the closeness, he placed another kiss on your thigh and started to tell you just how much he loved them when you felt it. You knew he meant his praise, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a distraction as one of his hands had trailed down your leg and was removing your panties that were still hanging off of one ankle.

“Whatcha doing there?”

Another little laugh from him, not denying it, he held up your panties between two fingers, and you attempted to grab them, he pulled them away with a laugh that bordered on musical and made a big show of putting them into his jeans pocket.

“I just gave you a pretty nice gift, so I am taking one of my own.” He teases, and you fire back, “Oh really? Expect me to go back up to the party with no panties, huh?”

That same damn charming smile, his hands squeezed your hips, and he started to carefully pull your legs off his shoulders, letting you get your footing back, you were a bit shaky, but you were standing upright just fine. He got off of his own knees himself, standing upright, eyebrows raised and a half shrug as he says, “Maybe. So I think it’d be hot. Sue me.”

It did sound hot but also troublesome, you didn’t want to have to worry about the wet mess he made of your cunt running down your thighs all night with no panties there to help catch what would surely be running out of you for hours.

An idea of your own hits.

I mean you were still under the mistletoe right? You put your hands on his chest and looked up at him as you said, “What if I gave you a different present, could I get my panties back?”

He leaned closer, started to tease, “Depends on what it i-oh!”

And just like that you had dropped to your knees, hands already working on his belt, mouthing over the very hard and noticeable erection straining in his jeans, making his sentence cut off. His breath caught as you opened his fly and what he said next made you smirk, not from the content of the sentence but more from the way he tried to sound confident and a little detached and aloof, but failed. He was so obviously turned on and very much into what you were doing. “I suppose I could let you earn them back. Only if you do an excellent job, of course.”

Excellent job, huh? You could more than handle that. Your hand wrapped around his hard shaft and the sharp intake of air from him made you preen, and you parroted back what he said, confirming it in a light tone, “Of course.”

Before your tongue is on the leaking head of his cock making his head smack back into the wall making you and he both laugh.

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How the three of you met was quite unusual. It was most assuredly not a traditional meet-cute that lead you to getting to know them.

You were working late one night which was strange enough as it was, you normally are not one to do the closing shift, it was a long and hard day, retail work was so damn tedious and tiring. You were almost out of here though, about to pack up and leave, the mall you worked at was almost totally empty by this point, the cleaning tonight ran long after your hectic day. Cleaning like this was not even a usual task, but the dedicated cleaner called out sick, so you had to step up. You were just returning something to the back and grabbing your shit, you would be out of here. No one else was around, or so you thought.

You were walking across the tiled floor, the back of the house finally in sight, and you started to lose your footing, something wet underneath your shoes making you slip, your arms flying out, steadying yourself quickly, you managed to avoid falling, a close call. You breathed a sigh of relief at your near miss and looked down to see-

Blood.

Your mouth feels dry, your brows furrow, and you are shocked. It was unmistakable. Thick and syrupy and deep red, near black, the smell of iron hits as you looked around and could hear something, you weren’t actually as alone as you initially thought. You swallowed thickly, and your eyes flicked to the door nearby.

You could leave.

Just run and go home and forget you ever saw this-

Eyes back down and you cursed under your breath. Your shoes were in the blood, you’d track footprints, how would you explain yourself? A deep breath as you thought for a moment.

And then you decided to say fuck it and see if you could find the source. Not the smartest of ideas, but you didn’t have many options. The phone was in the backroom, you couldn’t call for help, and you’d try to be quiet. You proceeded forward carefully and quietly until you found just what you were looking for-but not what you expected to see at all.

There was a body, the source of the blood, yes, but there was something that was much more eye-catching in this aisle. Seems whoever did this wasn’t alone. Now, on an average day? You laying your eyes on this couple would have made you stare but catching them like this? You stopped dead and couldn’t move, transfixed by this couple a few feet away, thus far unaware of your presence.

They were both a little bloody and, as it seems, currently having what looks to be very passionate and intense sex against the shelves in this aisle, mere feet away from this poor victim.

The woman of the couple was fucking gorgeous, blond hair and dark lipstick and killer make up, dark clothes with a gothic kind of vibe with undeniable style, skirt hiked up and a heel on one of the lower shelves. She had her hands on the man, one fisted in his long red hair and the other gripping the back of his jacket, fuck, even her manicure looked perfect. And while she was something to marvel at, you were still drawn to the man currently drawing those sounds from her, hushed, but you could still hear them in the deathly quiet store.

One hand under her thigh, holding her leg up, the other one of the shelves near her head, what you figured was the murder weapon, a bloody knife still clenched in his fist as he fucked into her. He was still mostly dressed, pants barely pulled down enough to get inside of her, his jacket still on, obviously both needing each other right then, and you were unbelievably into the sight of them together.

Her head lolled back, the most delicious sounding moan crossing her lips as her head now rested against one of the shelves and her eyes that were previously closed open, and she caught sight of you. You should have hid a little better. The two of you made eye contact, and you contemplated running, she tugged on the sleeve of his jacket and said, “Chucky-we aren’t alone.”

Fucking God above, her voice.

The man, Chucky apparently, stilled and looked over his shoulder at you, he seemed none too pleased about being interrupted like this if that intense look was anything to go by, could you recall a time you saw eyes more blue than his? Okay, shit, what was wrong with you right now? He looked about ready to pounce and kill you for disturbing this and for catching them post murder and mid-fuck, and you were over here thinking about how fucking good they both looked.

“Seems like we ain’t.” his voice too, yeah, you were in deep trouble.

You were frozen in place still, your mind was racing however, you noticed he clenched that knife tighter, and that beautiful blonde woman looked almost excited and urged him on, “Do it.”

You knew it was do-or-die time, you said quickly, before he could make a move,“I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone!”

A scoff and stifled laughter, your heart is hammering as he rolled his eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, he spoke first, “Oh never heard that one before right, Tiff?”

That wasn’t a good sign. They were both using their names in front of you, uncensored, obviously unconcerned about you identifying them, their intention to kill you is crystal clear.

“Oh yeah, never, ever heard that one. Real original.” He said is so sarcastically as her laughter was dying off. You need to implore them, appeal to their humanity if you have any hope of getting out of this. Yet to this day you still weren’t 100% sure where this next part came from, but you said,“I can help cover this up! I’ll help, so if I talk I’ll be in just as much trouble.”

You said it with such conviction. They shared a look, confused, clearly. She spoke first, this time looking back over to you, “Now that’s one I haven’t heard before.”

“Yeah. Now, why would you want to do somethin’ like that?”

It took a lot of guts to be honest, you weren’t sure what was making you feel so bold, you so weren’t normally like this. I mean, who does this? Stumbling upon a couple who just killed someone and instead of any normal reaction, fear or just anything, you were turned on.

Fuck it. You might die tonight, why not lay it all out there? You had nothing to lose.

“Because I…I want in on this-” You gestured vaguely and cleared your throat, “You know?”

It took a moment for the realization to hit, but yeah, they both knew. He smirked and said, “No, I don’t think I know. Why don’t you tell us?”

Fuck.

They made you spell it out.

It’s hard, but you do as they wanted, you tell them in a rush, “This, I want to be with you…Both of you, I-I want it so badly that I’ll help you cover this up, just let me prove myself, prove I’m worth your time and the trouble.”

Oh, they liked you.

Just from that they liked you, but when they had you between them, cemented it. The way you gasped when Tiffany fingered you and the way you trembled and moaned when Chucky had you bent over and gripping one of the shelves still standing in the pool of blood they had spilled was something special. You were hot and fun, and took direction well too.

Disposing a body with three was also easier than when it’s just them. They kept seeing you, and you just kinda slipped into it, they were already together, and you ended up becoming their third.

They filled you in on what happened that night after the fact, some asshole that they had almost taken out, but he managed to run off, he took off into the backdoor of your store, and they had caught him and killed him right there. You realized your co-worker had left the backdoor open earlier when they took the garbage out which gave the two their way in, you normally scolded said co-worker for such carelessness, but now you were thankful they fucked up that night, or you might have never met them.

So that was how you met.

You had been seeing them for months now, you had essentially moved in. Holidays fast approaching, they had been out earlier doing some shopping, you had been as well, fussing trying to figure out what would be the best to get for them but coming up empty thus far. You had got home before them, had started making dinner when they both came in, you heard bags dropped near the door. You had come out of the kitchen to greet them and noticed the pair of them are a little dishevelled, if it was someone else, someone who was not you, who wasn’t used to looking for those signs they might have missed it.

But not you.

You noticed the smudged flecks of blood and the tension, the overall energy, it was always like this when they came home after another kill. It reminded you of how you met. And the other nights they came home after that kind of thing, it made you squirm.

“Hey sweet thing.”

You loved how she said that when Tiffany greeted you walked over to you first, heels clicking on hardwood and her hands on your face, her gloves felt soft and cold as she kissed you. Your hands reaching out and gripped her coat as you tilted up more into the kiss, fuck, it felt good. She pulled away, hands still on your face, and you were looking into her eyes and she asked, “How was your day?”

“Good.” You responded with a soft smile before asking,“Yours?”

“Wonderful. Better to be home.” She was always so sweet to you, so caring, your gaze broke away, and you saw Chucky there taking his scarf and jacket off and hanging them up. From the body language you could tell just where this was going, you looked back to Tiffany, and she said, “Go to the bedroom, we’ll be in a minute. Okay?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. A quick nod and her hands left you as you scurried off to the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, waiting like this. It always got to you. It was always intense when they came home after a kill. You didn’t like knowing all the details, but you couldn’t help being curious about it, if you asked they would tell you, but you didn’t always ask.

Curiosity got the better of you tonight.

Soon you were pressed between the two of them, not in a dissimilar fashion to how you were that first night and so many others afterwards. Tiffany was behind you, leaning against the headboard, her fingertips tracing lightly over exposed skin, and you had your back to her chest as your pants were being pulled off by Chucky. You could go on and on about Tiffany’s beauty, but there was something about him that couldn’t be ignored either. Something about the look in his eyes or how he spoke to you, his hair, maybe it was all of it that made him so attractive to you? A deep breath from you before you asked quietly, “How’d it go this time?”

You knew they hadn’t planned on doing anything like that when they went out today, but sometimes things just happened, it was supposed to just be shopping, not slashing more than just prices. They loved to tell you, Chucky in particular liked it, he liked it best when you asked during these times, clothes being stripped away as they touched you. He liked how much you squirmed, almost ashamed by how much you wanted to hear about it while they did this.

Holiday shopping could always get crazy, some asshole pissed Chuck off, not like that was hard to do, and it was easy enough to get him into an alley and of course he had his knife on him and that was that. You had been stripped by this point, re-positioned, on your knees, Tiffany still leaning into your back, whispering in your ear as her hand was between your legs, touching you softly, fingers stroking through your folds, “Always get so wet when we tell you about it.”

“Mmm they must really like it.” Chucky mused.

They both liked to tease you about how into this you were and that always made it worse, made you want to hide your face and your head dipped down and Chucky didn’t like that. Grabbed by your hair, head forced back up making you look at him in the eyes and he asked, “Do you like it?”

Tiffany stopped touching you causing you to whine, she kissed your temple and she said low, “C’mon, if you want more, you gotta answer him.”

You squirmed and Tiffany slipped her other hand around to palm one of your breasts as encouragement, you forced it out, saying, “Yes I-I like it.”

That was what he wanted to hear, it made him smirk, so smug and self-satisfied, he kept gripping your hair as he pulled you down, you had one hand around him, had been stroking him while they had told you about it, and now he wanted more. You wanted to give and give as much as they gave to you, your mouth opening and tongue running over the head of his cock as you kept looking up at him, and Tiffany resumed touching you. Once you slipped his head past your lips he sucked a harsh inhale through his teeth and as Tiffany’s skilled fingers circled your clit you moaned against him and fuck, it all just felt right.

Being shared by them was fucking amazing. You loved the dynamic of it all. Particularly for moments like this.

You had been going at your own pace but good ol’ Chuck had gotten tired of that, pulling you towards him with his hand still on your head and his hips thrusting forward into your mouth, being rough and taking his pleasure how he wanted it from you, Tiffany touching you and being so sweet and soft, encouraging. “You take it so well, sweetheart, look at you.”

One hand stroking down your back gently as she had two fingers fucking in and out of you, one particularly hard thrust into your mouth made you gag a little and that made Tiff click her tongue disapprovingly and speak up, “Why are you always so rough with them?”

A laugh from him, another thrust, harder, another gag from you and he responded, “What? They like it! Don’tcha?”

A hard pull on your hair, another thrust that made your eyes roll back, and you clenched down on Tiffany’s fingers with a nod. You did love it, adored the dichotomy of the two of them being with you at once, “See?”

The look on his face, once again, smug as hell, a shit eating grin, he knew the effect he could have on you, how much him being so hard on you while Tiffany showed you such softness and affection, got to you. He could feel it in every look and action, every single touch and movement.

You swear you could feel Tiffany roll her eyes behind you, her thumb rubbed over your clit as her fingers curled inside of you, making you whine all over again as she said, “Asshole.”

You weren’t sure why, but you loved how they talked to each other, the light kind of teasing they did, banter and name-calling, sometimes a little too harsh, yet you could tell the undeniable love under the surface.

Such a mess by this point, drool running down your chin from the throat fucking, hair messier from how Chucky had been holding it, deep purple lipstick marks left over your skin from Tiffany kissing you. There was mess on your thighs, shaking, already very needy.

“She ready?”

You were. She asked, “Mmm you want it sweetie?” You nodded once, mouth still stuffed full of cock, and that is how you ended up now.

This right here was one of your favourites. On your hands and knees, getting fucked, strong hands on your hips, pulling you back onto him as your face was buried between your girlfriend’s thighs. Tiffany loved how hard you tried, it was difficult to maintain a good rhythm when you were being split open on his cock like this, but you were getting better and better at it. How you moaned against her dripping pussy was hot as Hell for her, not to mention how fun it was to watch you struggle to continue to please her, your tongue slipping up through her folds and over her twitching clit.

I mean, it was easy to see why you loved it so much, she tasted amazing and every sigh and moan you could pull from her sounded nothing short of divine. Tiffany was insanely talented with her own mouth and fingers, you only hoped you could give back half of what she did to you.

It was impossible to get over how lucky you felt, how spoiled you were, you had every single thing you could ever want. You were truly endlessly grateful.

“Look so fuckin’ good.” Of course Chucky wasn’t going to complain about the view, his two favourite people in his life, spread in front of them, buried to the hilt in you as your hands were on Tiffany’s outer thighs as you shivered and moaned and ate her out.

“Mmmf the best.” Tiffany confirmed, her praise meant the world to you, looking up to her, tongue running over her clit again with another moan, and it was so arousing to you that you clenched down again drawing a moan from the man behind you.

It always seemed to work out like that, it was easy for the three of you, all feeding off of each other, it often happened, someone doing something to someone else and the reaction it pulled adding to it, making it hotter, made it feel better. And so it went.

It usually played out like this, Chucky would love to have you first, make you a mess, almost forcing you to cum for him, pulling you over that edge like it was some kind of race. You would be left sore and well stretched, he was rough as always, and after he had cum inside you, he would watch as Tiffany had you. He would relax totally amused, cigarette in hand as Tiffany would play with you, much softer and sweeter, she wouldn’t be rough as you helped prep the strap-on, not like it needed much when your pussy was stuffed with cum.

“Such a good mouth.” She praised, and she would gently pull you away, your mouth sliding off of the strap-on with a wet and audible pop, and she would lie you down and kiss you so sweetly as she lined up and filled you.

Your thighs on either side of her hips as she was on top of you, and she would make you cum too of course, the build slow and gentle and damn intense in a different kind of way, and she’d be praising you all along the way.

Or it would be that way until Chucky had enough of just watching and got his hands into the toy box. Having her fuck you while he would use a vibrator on you was nearly too much to handle and they both knew it, the way you would squirm and twitch was too good to pass up, and the way it would make Tiffany lose control just a little bit and get a tad rougher was more than welcome.

You knew the dinner preparations you had started earlier would be no good, there was no way they were close to done with you. You could always order in later, you supposed.

It was truly a blessing and a curse having two partners, it usually meant no rest for you, one could take it easy until the other was ready for more, not to mention when they were both using you at once.

Both of them had such presence and had such strong personalities, they seemed to fight often but again when it came to you?

Sharing came easy.

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You are a low maintenance and relatively easy to please, you never ask for much of anything, and you were quite content with the life you had carved out in Ambrose, further still you were very happy with him. Perhaps this causes the change of heart, pushes you to be genuinely honest because you ask for so little, and it was almost your birthday, you thought he just might give it to you.

He could be in a giving mood on occasion, and what better time to set off that than your birthday?

Bo had laughed when you asked for it, “You wanna do what now?”

You were already half regretting this decision based off of his initial reaction alone. Crossing your arms and looking away from him, you started to downplay it, “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

He scrolls and flips the magazine closed on the tabletop closed, he tossed it aside as he said, “Naw it ain’t nothin’ c’mon, I just wanna make sure I was hearing you right.”

You let out a small sigh and looked back over, he was smiling, a little smug but still seeming like he genuinely wanted to know as he sat at the table in front of you.

A deep breath and you push yourself to repeat your previous statement, “I wanna go out for my birthday.”

“Like out-out?” He leaned back in the kitchen chair he was seated in and gestured vaguely to the window with the hand that currently wasn’t holding his beer, “Outside of Ambrose?”

You nodded once and were about to start defending yourself and giving reasons why it was a good idea, and why you wanted it so much, how good you had been that you felt you’d earned it. You were about to begin to tell him about how much you helped out around here and how well you listened, and you wouldn’t ask for anything else-

But before you could even start he gestured for you to come closer, you did, pushing off the counter you had been leaning against and coming over to him, closing the gap between the two of you. As you were right in front of him you knew what he wanted, a single nod being the gesture that he wanted you to sit on his knee, and you did so easily. His hand met your lower back, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, it was quiet for a moment. With his nose buried in your hair, he asked, “Where’d you wanna go?”

That is how you ended up here.

You wanted to go out, go dancing with him, he seemed reluctant, but you weren’t super familiar with the general area, you didn’t live around there before. Back before you knew him you lived states away, you were on vacation with friends when you stumbled into Ambrose and fell into his life. So as a compromise you decided to let him pick the place, he had been into the nearest big city far more than you had, and it seemed only fair, he seemed MUCH more interested after you mentioned that he could choose the venue.

Now the reason why he was so into it was made apparent.

You’d been having fun so far, the tables are all occupied, leaving you up closer to the bar than Bo would like, especially because the bartender was looking at you far too much. As soon as the bartender attempted to verbally flirt with you, that was it, you were pulled away to the bathroom.

The set-up of this club was different, having single room bathrooms with doors that locked, as opposed to a more traditional bathroom with usual stalls. You couldn’t protest, you knew if you tried it would fall on deaf ears, he’d have no sympathy, you could tell by his body language that he’d made up his mind. The door is opened, you are shoved through it and pushed against the door, your back meeting cool metal and his mouth is on yours.

The reason why was obvious. He needed to stake his claim, mark you as his again, you would never ever want anyone else, and you weren’t flirting with the bartender back, but the fact that he was even comfortable enough to attempt it with you was reason enough for this. He had his hands all over you, rough and possessive and so thoroughly Bo.

You were breathless when his mouth finally pulled away from yours, and he turned his efforts towards attacking your neck, his hips pushed into yours, you feel how hard he is against you. He spoke, voice as rough as he was being,“You like how he was lookin’ at you?”

Head was already swimming from the drinks and from the sudden make out session, arousal filling you rapidly, you stumbled over your response, thinking was hard when your panties were this fucking wet, “Wha-what?”

Wrong answer.

He was off you, hand on your wrist, and he dragged you from the door, it was very sudden you nearly tripped but managed to stay upright. Then you were right where he wanted you. He placed your hands on the counter flat and one of his hands was curling around your throat from behind, the other on your forehead, pulling your head up, and he spoke harshly in your ear, “Fuckin’ look at yourself.”

You did as instructed. Eyes half lidded, clothes slightly askew, breathing harder, you looked almost as turned on as you felt.

“What do ya see?” His hand on your neck squeezed and you swallowed thickly. You took a little too long to reply because he decided to answer for you,“Cuz I’ll tell you what I see.”

His hand came off of your forehead, keeping his other hand firmly around your throat as the first one reached up under your dress, fingers felt you over your panties, and you gasped at the contact, “I see a fucking whore.”

How he spoke to you made you fucking throb and fill with want, somehow even more so than you already were. His fingers ran over your slit a few times, making your underwear even wetter as he pressed it closer to you, and it made your hips squirm, “Just look at what you’re wearin’ for Christ’s sake. This is your idea of a good time on your birthday, huh? Getting gawked at by a bunch of drunken assholes? Parading around in a skimpy little dress?”

His fingers were inside the barely there garment, his grip on your throat unrelenting to the point that you feared it might bruise, his grip too strong, you couldn’t reply, he tsk’d as his fingers slid roughly inside of you, “Must be, you’re fucking soaked. Don’t need any help from me this time, your cunt is fucking crying for it.”

He only let his fingers thrust in and out of you a few times before he pulled them out, and his hand finally left your throat, you sucked down a few deep breaths now that you were able to. You had no time to rest as he yanked your underwear down to your knees and hiked the skirt of your dress up over the curve of your ass. You heard him undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, and you couldn’t look away from yourself as you gripped the sink, you were so turned on just by the idea of this. Mess leaking down your thighs as you thought what a birthday present, getting fucked in a semi-public place like this? I mean, the door was locked-

Wait.

Was the door locked? You couldn’t remember if he locked it, you couldn’t recall hearing the sound of the lock turning over,

You looked at him in the mirror, he was looking down as he was pulling himself out, you wanted to glance over and check. Trying it was stupid and yet you did, head turning an inch in the direction of the door and in response his fingers were in your hair, tugging hard, it hurt but in that good pleasurable pain kind of way. Hot breath in your ear as he grits out, “Did I SAY you could stop lookin’ at yourself?”

You squirmed again from how harshly he barked that at you, and it made you bite your bottom lip before responding to him, eyes forward, once again having to face yourself, “No-Bo. You didn’t.”

If the door wasn’t locked, then anyone could come in at any time, and that idea got to you terribly. He tugged on your hair again, harder than before, and you winced at the pain, “That’s right, I didn’t. Eyes forward.”

Soon, the feeling of him sliding inside of you took over and filled you with pleasure instead. That first rough plunge into your dripping cunt made you gasp his name and your eyes wanted to roll back already at the feeling, something you knew he wouldn’t allow or tolerate yet again, so you stare forward.

One hand on your hip and the other came around to your chest after releasing your hair, he tugged the straps of your dress down, one after another, exposing your breasts to him and locking your arms to your sides in the process. The straps were tight in this position and holding your arms close to your sides, your hands still on the sink's edges, and he wasted no more time before setting a rough and steady pace, thick and hard cock stretching your walls.

You were trying not to be too loud, gasped and hushed breaths, and he didn’t like that. He gripped your hip harder and pinched one of your nipples, making you whine, “Filthy thing. Fuckin’ love it, clenchin’ down so hard on me.”

You did love it. All of it. The risk, the danger, the pleasure and how hard your heart was pounding in your chest, how you looked, how he made you look at yourself, at what he did to you. Eyes are unfocused but not unseeing, you love how you look, if you had his shotgun to your head and were made to conjure up a word to describe yourself or face having brain and blood paint the mirror before you, that one word you’d choose above all others was, mess.

You were a mess.

The best way to describe you when he had his way like this with you, a complete and utter fucking mess. All for Bo.

This wasn’t going to be drawn out long, wasn’t meant to be, was meant to be hot and quick and hard.

Yet you didn’t need long tonight, you just needed it like this, exactly like this.

He could tell, knew just how badly he was getting to you and how perfectly his cock hit that sweet spot inside and how it all was working for you.

“Bo-fuck-yes!” You gasped, and you clenched on him again, he chuckled, breathless himself and his hand slid from your hip, rough pads of his fingers finding your clit and circling it. You couldn’t hold back the loud moan you let out.

“You wanna cum, little whore?”

A frantic nod from you, pushing your hips back and meeting him in the middle, he filled you perfectly, you were getting so close, you begged. “Ye-yes! Want to cum so-shit, so bad!”

He slammed into you again and again and his fingers didn’t slow, his breathing picked up in your ear, and you were right fucking there, “Well I ain’t stopping you birthday girl. C’mon, do it. Fuckin’ cum.”

And you didn’t need to be told twice, this time you couldn’t help it as your eyes squeezed shut and tipped over the edge, letting out a long moan of his name as you came, shuddering and knees nearly giving out from under you. Thank God, he was still holding onto you and helping hold you up. You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt his pace get sloppier, uneven, breathing erratic, so close to his end, you wanted it, so bad. You met his gaze in the mirror, still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you begged, one sweet word passing your kiss bruised lips,“Please?”

He gave you just what you need and groaned out your name, holding himself all the way to the hilt inside your soaked pussy when he unloaded, warmth filling you that felt so fucking right.

You both needed a minute to catch your breath after all of that. You were feeling so much, hot, sweaty, satisfied, more sobered up for sure, your knees were weak, and your arms hurt a little from the straps of your dress digging into them. He was still hard and still inside of you, he ground, and your breath caught, his hand slid up from your breast back to your throat, he squeezed.

“So you gotta be wonderin’ what your gift is.” Wait, you thought him taking you out was your gift?

It wasn’t? You were a little scared as you swallowed thickly, and asked,“I thought you taking me out was my gift, If it isn’t what is?”

He chuckled and his fingers pressed once more on your clit, making you moan softly before slipping from between your thighs and his hand closed around your wrist. He brought your hand up, and he was looking into your eyes in the mirror, his back still to your chest, and he said,

“You know how you’ve talked about wanting me to fuck you in front of other people?”

Your heart nearly stopped. You nodded once. You wanted that more than anything, it was one of your biggest fantasies, you clenched around him again, and that made him smirk.

“Yes Bo.”

“Well I figured I’d be nice and indulge ya.” You were confused, and he could tell, he kept talking, “I picked this place on purpose for a reason. You know what the place next door is?”

Your voice is small and still confused, “Another club?”

He laughed a little, slight cock of his head with a nod, “Yeah it is. A very particular kinda club, baby. One guy owns this one and the other.”

You still didn’t get it. Still confused. He brought your hand up and brought your fingers to the mirror’s surface.

“Tell me darlin’…” And what he asked next might have been the hottest question you had ever heard. Your eyes still glued to his in the reflection, that devious look in his eyes as he asked, “…Do you know how to tell if a mirror is a one or two-way?”

Chapter Text

It’s mid-December and the holiday break is about to be upon the college campus you attended. It was your first winter break with your boyfriends Billy and Stu, you had gotten together with them last spring and things had honestly been going pretty good.

Okay, okay, better than pretty good, it’s been amazing. Billy and Stu had already been together prior to you coming into the picture. You all started off as friends, and you’d developed a serious crush on them, but you didn’t do anything about it, scared to make any kind of move because they were already with each other.

It had all the hallmarks of an all consuming crush, musing and daydreaming about what could be, desperate to spend any time you could with them. Said extreme longing was not helped by the fact that they returned those lingering looks and fleeting touches that had you questioning if they were into you too, but you pushed those feelings down.

You seriously tried not to look too deeply into it when they were nice, like when Stu offered to buy your textbook for a class you needed. You had protested, but Stu gave you a shrug and a wink as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, saying, “Don’t worry about it.”

Or when Billy remembered your coffee order and brought you one to your shared class one morning when he knew you had a rough late night the day before trying to finish an essay. It went on like that for a couple of months but one night after a party, the three of you were hanging out in their apartment, all still kinda drunk and sitting around, a quiet moment broken when Stu spoke up, “You know we are into polyamory right?”

And just like that, the rest was history. You started dating them, and it had been pretty fucking great thus far. With the break about to kick off it meant some time apart, you’d met them at school and were from a different town than them, you all have plans to return to your respective families for the holidays.

You wished you three could have spent it together, but it wasn’t possible with how far away your hometown was away from theirs. So instead, the three of you were having a small celebration, to do your gift exchange before the real holidays hit.

You three had all night to spend together, and so far you had watched a couple of movies, had some dinner and were currently deep in opening gifts. You were college students and set a budget but Stu, with all of his parent's money at his disposal, he totally went over the limit to spoil Billy and you. Mostly you because Billy had already had the talk numerous times throughout their friendship/relationship to quote- “Fucking knock it off, man.”

So Stu still did spoil him, but not as much as he used to.

Spoiling you was new and exciting and fun. He loved how flustered you got, unused to such attention. He had gotten you a new coat you had been looking at but deemed too expensive previously you were going to stick it out, but Stu said fuck that, it’s winter, you deserve a good coat. Stu also got you the newest book in a series you enjoyed, and some new headphones and a few other things. Billy had gotten you one of those giant three wick candles in one of your favourite scents and a sweater that he admitted Stu helped pick out, but he bought.

You loved all of it.

You had pulled the sweater on and were just thinking about getting the dessert you had made for the three of you to share when Stu pulled out another gift, and you rolled your eyes as you chided him, tone flat, “Stu. Another?”

“Last one! I promise!” He said, holding one hand up as the other held onto the gift. Billy looked over and smirked, pointing at the package as he asked, “Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

Stu’s smile widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows in that way that made you snicker as he replied to Billy, “You know it!”

He handed you the package, and you placed it in your lap as you inquired, “Billy in on this one?”

“To be fair, I was in on all of them.” Of course, they conspired against you, but to be fair, you did the exact same thing, telling Billy what you got for Stu and vice versa. You just wanted to make sure you didn’t get the same thing and make sure your gifts were good enough.

“Why am I not surprised?” You finally set to open the present, tearing at the paper apart, letting the shreds fall onto the hardwood floor with the rest, the torn wrapping was about ankle deep around the couch where the three of you were sitting.

You opened the box and couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious?”

See, you had wanted something like this. You had never owned any sex toys previously and had expressed interest in getting some now that you were out of your parent's house and away at college you wouldn’t have to worry about them finding them, and you had the privacy and space to use them comfortably. It was a very thoughtful gift, but you weren’t expecting this to be what he went with.

You reached into the box and lifted out the toy and held it up. It is a glass dildo, smooth and weighty and in the shape of a candy cane, and striped like one to boot. Billy was laughing a little behind his hand, and Stu managed to hold back his laughter, but only barely. Stu hit Billy on the leg, and he nodded once before clearing his throat and putting on a more serious look as he asked, tone surprisingly even, “What, you don’t like it, baby?”

They shared a look, and you smirked and turned it over in your hands, and Stu said, “Yeah. It’s appropriate, don’t you think?”

You nodded with your lips pursed and looked Stu in the eyes as you said in your own serious tone, “I’ll give you this much, Stu.” You pointed at him with the end of the dildo as you finished your thought, “-It’s very festive.”

That did it, and the three of you broke down laughing. You laughed too much and too long, but when you all stopped you were in the middle of your boys, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders and hugging them, “Thank you for the gifts, boys. I love them.”

The rest of the night continued on, the boys loved their gifts just as much, dessert was shared, and you all talked about what your plans over the holidays were. You were going to miss them so much, and they were going to miss you too, but you were still planning on spending the night tonight, then going off back home tomorrow.

You ended up in bed with them, of course. Two weeks apart would be bad enough as it was, you needed to try and get your fill of them tonight. You were sitting on Billy’s lap, his back was to the headboard of the bed, and you were currently in deep and lost making out with him, his hands roaming on your clothed form. You felt the mattress dip behind you, feeling Stu get onto the bed, one of his hands on your hip and his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, “Got started without me?”

And with a hum you pulled back breaking the kiss with Billy and reached back, fingers finding Stu’s short hair and looking up at him,“You were taking so long, it’s not my fault Billy has no patience.”

Billy rolled his eyes, the action is playful, head tilting back as he says, “C’mon, you see her man, how am I supposed to have her in bed and not do something.”

Stu’s hand under your chin and tilting your head up at a more aggressive angle, “Very true, impossible to resist.”

Then he was pulling you into a kiss of his own, you kissed him back easily and Billy had leaned forward now, his mouth on your neck and fuck this was the best. Three of you taking turns and hands all over each other, it always heated up so quickly. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of whose hands or mouth were where, but you weren’t about to complain about getting so much attention when it felt this good.

Fingers started to explore further and breathing was picking up. It felt way too hot for your sweater soon and Billy was helping you take it off and threw it aside, and you started to help him with his shirt, Stu was still pressed to you, and he whispered in your ear, “We got a little something in mind for you baby.”

Stu’s hands were pulling your shirt up, and you let him help you take it off, his hands were on your breasts, groping at you through your bra and you hummed questioningly,

“Mmmhmm?” You hummed questioningly, and he said, “Yeah, somethin’ we want to see you do.”

You were already so turned on that you were down for basically anything, “What is it?”

A look shared between the two of them, and they knew by how you responded that you were in the right mood to be open with them. Stu wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up a few inches, you let him and assisted, standing up on your knees as Billy took to removing your skirt. Then you were just in your panties and Stu had removed your bra as Billy moved out of the way, and you were put in his place, leaning against the pillows and headboard. Stu had his hands behind his back and after a moment he showed you what he was holding and-

It was that same present as before, you snickered and asked as your gaze ran over the glass candy cane in his hand, and you deadpanned,“Seriously?”

Billy ran his fingers through his hair before moving closer and leaning over you, one of Stu’s hands lands on your thigh, spreading your legs and Billy, much closer to you now, was looking into your eyes as he said, “Seriously. We think it’d be hot to watch you use it on yourself for us.”

Just like that, you were in. You would do just about anything for either of them solo, but having both of them wanting something from you? No way could you say no.

You nodded once and the toy was placed in your hand and the boys backed off a bit, getting comfortable on the end of the bed, and you settled in. You weren’t sure how to start, you hadn’t used toys before at all, let alone one made of glass. It seemed sturdy, good quality, you turn it over in your hand as you looked at them and bit your bottom lip, they were watching you. As the thought and the situation fully washed over you, this was hot, you were much more into this idea than you thought. You’d done a lot with them, but certainly had not done a dedicated time masturbating in front of them. This was something special, it could be another gift of sorts, a new experience, new memories foraged with them.

Why not put on a show?

You started simply, pressing the toy to your damp panties and sliding it up and down, a slow tease for them and you. Sliding up and down, more pressure, focusing on your clit a bit more with each pass, and it was starting to feel pretty good, hips tilting up more into the cool sensation of the toy.

All too soon you wanted more, and your fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties, you pulled them aside, bringing the toy down and touching it to your soaked flesh. You weren’t expecting it to be so cold, you shivered a little.

“That good?” Stu inquired, brows raised and Billy was smirking, arm thrown around Stu’s shoulders, and he asked teasingly, “Yeah? You’re shaking already.”

“ ‘M fine, it’s just cold.” It’s a half lie as you slide the toy up and down a few more times before finally dipping inside yourself and oh-

Oh, fuck.

You didn’t expect that at all.

How good the difference in temperature felt. You were burning hot and the toy being so cold gave such a unique sensation, you slide the toy in as far as it would go, holding onto the hooked end with one hand. It slid in so easily. Another thing you didn’t plan on was how little lube it needed, the glass was so smooth, no ridges, it glides in and out with very minimal effort.

It was unrelenting as you clenched on it, no give to it at all, that was something you weren’t used to either. Okay you got it, from just a minute of pushing it in and pulling it back out, thrusting back and forth experimentally you understood the appeal. You wouldn’t need to play this up much at all, it felt good, damn good.

You vocalized it, soft moans crossing your lips, head falling back onto the pillows as you played, thighs spreading wider, you tilted the toy and brushed that spot inside just right and gasped.

“Ah! Oh, fuc- that’s good.”

You needed your underwear gone, toy leaving you for only a moment, holding it in one hand you arched your hips and the other hand slid down and set to removing your panties, you pulled them off and with a coy smile you tossed them to the boys. Stu caught them, both looked very amused and seemed to be enjoying the show immensely.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it yourself, ass touching back down on the sheets you slipped the toy back in and resumed a steady pace, eyes rolling back as you did, my God this was fun. Having them watch you, doing this so close to them, finding pleasure in yourself and them enjoying every second of seeing you get off.

A hand met your ankle, and you looked down to see Billy getting between your legs, “Apparently cold is good.”

Apparently he was still impatient.

You nodded once, a harder thrust, and you moaned again, Billy’s hand slid up your leg and over your thigh and his hand nudged yours. You got the hint, moving your hand away, he leaned in close, his tongue ran over your clit and that your back arched. The cold glass, his hot breath and even hotter mouth around your straining clit, it was so much to handle. He had been paying good attention, he angled the toy just right to hit that sweet spot, and you were unable to stop the loud moan that left your mouth.

Stu had moved up to be closer to you again, and he was kissing you and one of his hands was on your breasts and teasing one of your nipples and oh my God. You might have been laughing when you first opened up that present and laid your eyes on that toy, but you sure as shit weren’t laughing now.

The rest of the night was amazing and needed. The three of you, all entangled together, soaking up every second you could because you knew that you wouldn’t have the chance for a while.

You packed the toy and brought it home, you might have had a round or two on your own and sent the boys a few pictures.

The one of you in your Christmas sweater and a skirt flipped up, wet pussy on display, face down ass up for the camera while you had one hand sliding the toy in and the fingers of your other on your clit was Billy’s personal favourite. The one you snapped with you in your family living room, late at night after everyone else had gone to bed, in just a robe, fully opened, exposing your naked body, lights from the tree as you laid on the floor in front of it dancing over your body as you used that same toy was Stu’s favourite.

Only one problem was that now you can’t look at candy canes without getting a bit wet and wanting to squirm while missing your boys.

Christmas can’t come all the time but thanks to that lovely little gift you certainly were.

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You were utterly helpless, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. You had never predicted that you’d be so into this when it started. The fight you put up was strong when it first kicked off. He had come to you one night, and he scared you, how he looked, his overall presence, it was terrifying.

The shift happened far too quickly for your liking.

Whenever he would get a hold of you, he would talk to you in that low tone of voice, completely menacing as he spoke to you. At first, it was of the awful and horrifying things he intended to do to you. Talk of what scared you the most, every single nightmare, lingering worry and horrid thought capable of filling you with dread and terror, but soon the talk turned.

He wanted to use you for something more than feeding himself, it is bigger than that, he needed you for a grander purpose to help stay and be a part of this reality. You were embarrassed by the reaction you had to that. When he said that phrase, “-I want to use you-…”

Use you.

Fuck, you wanted him to. You flushed noticeably, and your stomach twisted, and you couldn’t look at him, you squirmed and tried to get away, he was so close to you. He of course noticed your response, and he knew he had you.

“Oh, don’t tell me kitten…” He stepped closer to you, causing a quick backwards move of your feet as you backed up further into the wall behind you, swallowing hard as your back met concrete.

Fucking hell, kitten? How did he know that name got to you like that?

Then again, he seemed to know impossible things about you. It made sense to some degree. If he knew such intimate things as like very worst fears, him knowing what you liked, what turned you on wasn’t that much of a stretch, was it?

“-that you actually WANT me to use you?” Your response came immediately, louder than you intended, gaze snapping back to him as you clenched your fists at your sides, “NO! I-”

He cut you off, hands slamming next to the wall on either side of your head, making you jump and squeeze your eyes shut, sentence dying as your heart thumped in your chest. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him closing the small distance between you. You turned your head to the side, and he was even closer to you, breath in your ear as he whispered just to you,

“Don’t lie. I can tell you want it.” You did so badly but admitting it? Giving into him? You weren’t ready for that, it was too scary, too difficult, too much. The fact that you DID want it made you sick, why did you want it? You were so conflicted and he could sense it.

He had a solution. “What if I took the choice away from you?”

Just him saying that. The fucking implication of it, nearly took your breath away, and before you could respond verbally, he had his hands on you. Pulling you away from the wall, turning you around and getting behind you, in an instant he pushed you forward, your eyes snap back open, and when did that bed get here?

No time to ponder that, your vision was taken from you in an instant as he lowered a blindfold over your eyes, it was secured, and now you couldn’t see, walking blind. You hit the edge of the bed and stumbled, he pushed you again, and you fell to the mattress. Forward and on your stomach, and then you felt it. Cold, hard, unrelenting, on your wrists, holding them together behind your back, chains thick and heavy weighing you down, making you even more vulnerable to him.

You felt the mattress dip, and then you were grabbed roughly, pulled, and it took you a minute to realize where you were.

He had pulled you into his lap, he just dragged and tossed you where ever he wanted you, positioning you to his liking chest nearly pressed to his, and he touched you. Hands running over you, on your back and over your shoulders and hips and thighs and just everywhere he could reach. You felt your resolve weaken, you didn’t vocalize how much you were enjoying it, but you did allow yourself to lean a little more into him, enjoy it silently, your thighs on either side of his hips. Your head tilted back and with your throat now exposed to him, he took the opportunity and what you felt next made you gasp, his teeth on the sensitive side of your throat, and you couldn’t restrain the whimper that left you.

You could feel the tease of those blades through your clothing and wanted to shiver at that, you were getting hotter by the second, hardly able to stand how badly this was getting to you, but he wasn’t done, he made it worse. Biting the side of your throat and then soothing over those bites with his tongue, your eyes roll behind the blindfold from the feeling. He spoke again, “You want to be owned so badly.”

You did. He presses further, “Shaking with need.”

You were. You were about to break, “Give in. Admit it. You’re already mine.”

Fuck.

And then his hands were off of you, he pulled back, you wanted to squirm, and he said, still close but not as close, not close enough now, “I won’t do anything else until you say it.”

You felt far too much at that moment, and finally it was too much, you broke, you swallowed thickly, and you felt the tears welling up behind your blindfold as you said, “Y-yes. Yes, okay? I-I do want that, I want you, so much, I want-I-I want…”

You couldn’t finish the thought, the tears slid down your cheeks, and you choke back a sob, you can’t believe that you admitted it, what would happen to you now that you gave yourself to him? You were terrified and turned on and so much more that you cannot put a label on, and just like that his hands were back. He pulled you as close as possible, your forehead on his shoulder as he shhh’d you, something unexpected from him, comfort and praise.

“Oh, you did so well. It’s okay, I’m here.”

You sniffed and buried your face closer into his jacket and one hand was on your back and his other hand met your hips, and he made you grind on him and your breath hitched at the friction. It felt fucking incredible, it made your tears slow, and you ground back onto him and let out a quiet moan and his teeth were back.

“Such a good little thing. All for me. All MINE.”

Your head was thrown back again, another moan, louder, you were unapologetic now as you ground on him, breathing hard and sounding pornographic, nodding in total agreement, “Y-yours, all yours-”

A quiet chant, hushed and hurried leaving your lips as your need became unbearable and as he sensed this he made the first cut to start removing your clothes, “I think you deserve more than just this.”

You struggled and pulled on the chains, not because you wanted to get away, but because struggling made it even better. Fuck morals, fuck all of it, everything, so long as he gave you want you wanted.

Chapter Text

It was a lovely date night, but it always tended to be with Sam. The pair of you had gone out to a restaurant Buddy recommended and as per usual, it was amazing. After dinner, you were both walking down the city street, leisurely taking in decorated store displays and strung up lights, casually talking, “I swear, I can’t get over how good dinner was. How does Buddy know all the best places?”

His hand reached out for yours, fingers lacing together as he responded with a small laugh, “Ah, don’t you know? It’s his secret underground network of fellow restaurant workers, they keep him in the loop.”

A laugh of your own as you swung your arms, “Is that what it is? How do we get in on that?”

His head cocked to the side slightly, brows partially pinched together as he said, “Oh I’ve been trying but unless you’re a chef you aren’t allowed in.”

You snapped your fingers on the hand that wasn’t currently holding his, glancing at him as you said jokingly, “Damn! Guess we gotta keep him around, huh?”

That got a laugh out of him again before he joked back with you, “If only for the food recommendations.”

It was all in good fun, you both loved Buddy a lot, cared for him more than you had adequate words for, enjoyed him and his company for so many reasons. You met Sam and Buddy last year working at the summer camp Sam’s family owned, you and Sam were counsellors and Buddy was the camp’s cook. You had all gotten together that summer, and it was the best one that you’d ever had, as summer came to an end you didn’t want it to stop and you three realized it didn’t have to, and so it didn’t.

Sam and Buddy were roommates, had been since after the first year they worked together, but that might change soon. You had all been talking about it and agreed looking for a new apartment with you might be in order, an exciting thought.

You and Sam had the apartment to yourselves. It was Saturday night and due to being a chef Buddy wasn’t home, he worked nights doing the dinner shift and of course the weekends were slammed, and they relied on him to be there. Soon you and Sam were back inside his and Buddy’s apartment, it was cold out earlier you were starting to take your jacket off when Sam helped you out of it, once he had taken it he was hanging it up by the door.

“Look at you, such a gentleman.” You tease.

A roll of his eyes as he took his own jacket off, you were always too playful with him. You reached out, and your hand met his arm, “I believe you promised me a drink.”

He made good on that promise as always, but that drink was a while ago. Glasses abandoned on the coffee table, both of you on the couch, you had been looking into his eyes. He was talking about something, telling some story about something that happened at work, but you were so fucking distracted looking at his mouth that you weren’t really listening. You were both sitting facing each other on the couch, knees almost touching, he was smiling and gesturing excitedly, and he was so cute that you couldn’t help it. Your hand reached out and met the back of his neck, and you were up on your knees and leaning forward as you pulled him to you, kissing him, cutting him off. He didn’t stop you, it did take him a second to return your sudden affection.

Your other hand found his shoulder, and you gripped the fabric pulling him closer still and his hands were on your waist as his tongue ran over your bottom lip and fuck that simple act made you pulse and made your breath want to catch. It went on like that, the slide of your lips on his, breathing harder, hands roaming and groping and pulling, both getting needier.

You could feel him getting harder against your thigh, and you knew you were getting so wet from just kissing him, you needed more than this, and soon, you couldn’t stop yourself. He wanted to pull you into his lap and tried to and both of your hands were on his chest and pushed back on him, a hum as you started to kiss over his jaw and neck, a soft groan leaving him as he asked softly, “Mmm no?”

A soft laugh and a shake of your head as you repeated it, moving lower, hands dragging down his chest, “Mmm no. I have something else in mind.”

You were on the floor on your knees, your mouth pressing a few kisses over him, and that had him shifting his hips as you worked on his belt. Your fingers hooked into his belt loops, and you tugged, in response he rushed to help you get his jeans down. He was pushing them down his hips as you pulled, and when he felt your hot breath and mouth on his aching cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, it made his hands slow as he breathed out your name. Jeans disposed of somewhere behind you, you settled between his thighs, mouth still teasing him over that last remaining layer of clothing. You were of course going to go through with it but teasing him, making him squirm just a bit was too good to pass up.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you played for a while longer, when you felt him shift again you glanced up, his head was back, it was clear he wanted more but wasn’t about to push, and you decided to progress things further. While his head was still back your fingers found the top of his underwear and pulled them down quickly, the second his cock was exposed your tongue made contact and ran up his shaft. You kept your eyes on him the whole time to watch his reaction. He wasn’t expecting it, and the sound you pulled from him was delicious.

Your hand closed around him, and you gave him no time to adjust, tongue lathing over the head, a few passes over it before taking it into your mouth, hand moving up and down, grip firm and he moaned your name.

You closed your eyes and relaxed a little, the weight of his dick felt pleasantly heavy on your tongue and as you started to bob up and down, hand moving in tandem with your mouth, twisting slightly, getting him much wetter with your spit in the process. You adored doing this, being on your knees and using your mouth and hands to please him. It felt good, it satisfied this deep and more submissive part of you. And for the other reason too, Sam deserved so much, and you wanted to give him everything that you possibly could.

You worked him over beautifully, slick hand dragging over his hard shaft, grip tightening, tongue swirling around the head, sucking and pushing down, taking him deeper. You pulled him out, wet and velvety tip brushing over your lips and then your cheek before you licked up the side, open-mouthed kisses placed over his head and shaft as you still stroked him. You listened to his heavy breathing and the quiet groans he let out, hushed whispers of your name and of praise too, it made you throb, and your panties get damper.

He moaned your name before uttering that you, “-feel so good.”

Your tongue ran over that sensitive sweet spot where the head of his cock met his shaft, and you focused on it for a moment, the hand that wasn’t curled around him was on his inner thigh, and you could feel him tense. The strained- “Fuck!” -that action pulled from him was probably your favourite.

You enjoyed having him this way for a little longer before doing one of those moves that you knew really got to him, moving swiftly taking almost all of him in one motion, sliding him to nearly the back of your throat. His hips pressed up momentarily with a gasp, you had no time to soak up such a delicious reaction because he reacted swiftly.

It was your turn to be surprised. His hand on your head, he pushed you off of him, sliding his slick cock out of you, and you weren’t expecting it. He was so strong he did it no problem, before you could question he was leaning forward his hands gripped your biceps and pulled you up. His mouth was on yours, kissing you hard, passionately and deeply, surprisingly possessive from him, you moaned against his mouth and melted into it.

Sam’s hands slipped up, and his fingers hooked in the straps of your dress and pulled them down, you allowed him to easily, chest now exposed to him. He had pulled you onto his thigh and his hands were on your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples, he broke the kiss for a minute, mouth on your throat, talking low to you, “So fucking wet, I can feel it.”

He moved his leg under you, and your breath stuttered for a moment as the motion forced you to grind on him. You might have pushed him a tad too far tonight, normally Sam wasn’t quite so forceful, but you weren’t going to complain, how rough he was being right now as he touched you felt good.

You couldn’t help it, grinding down on his thigh as he pulled harder at your nipples, a moan crossing your lips, mumbling out, “Can’t help it.”

He bit the side of your throat lightly, and it made you whine, exposing more of your neck to him and instead of feeling him continue his assault on your throat you were pulled again. He was on his back on the couch and had pulled you into position to be over his face, your knees were on either side of his head, his hands on your outer thighs to help steady you. One of your hands was on the backrest of the couch, then you felt one of his hands sliding up your between your thighs, fingers finding the soaked crotch of your panties and pulling them out of the way. His other hand sliding up to your hip, grip practically bruising, and he pulled you down hard. His tongue ran up your whole slit, and you couldn’t hold back your moan, he moaned against you, hand squeezing your hip, “Needed to taste you. Taste so good.”

Sam was always absurdly good with his mouth. Even when there was more build up, and you knew it was coming you were never ready, it was always just right, so now, it being forced upon you so quickly with no warning it was difficult to take. Your bottom lip was tugged on with your teeth as his tongue ran over your clit and that same hand that had moved your panties aside from before was still right there, his thumb brushed through your folds, up and down.

Damn it was too good when his mouth closed around that sensitive bud, it made your hips roll forward, craving more from him. He sucked, and his thumb teased your entrance, he hummed his appreciation for your taste and the sounds you were making, and for the way your thighs had already started to tremble on either side of his head. You couldn’t help it, praise for him spilling from your mouth as he ate you out, “Sam! Fuck-Sammy yes-”

The suction was broken for a moment as his tongue made a few more passes over your straining clit and some messy open-mouthed kisses were placed on the sensitive flesh, and your breathing was ragged. You had one hand on his chest, shaking slightly, and your eyes opened back up, and you saw it. He was still so fucking hard, pre-cum leaking over his stomach, red and aroused, his cock laying there on his toned stomach and all of a sudden you needed a taste too. You didn’t communicate this need, you instead reached out, hand closing around him and his mouth stopped, his head fell back against the couch cushion with a moan as he hadn’t expected that,

“Ah shit-”

The perfect opportunity now that his mouth had paused, you leaned down and with your hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, your tongue made contact. Your mouth closed around him, and you slid down, tongue running over him as you pulled him halfway into your mouth in one go.

“Oh God.”

You only managed to move your head up and down a few times, hand gripping the base of his shaft, tasting his pre-cum coating your tongue. Both of his hands had pushed your skirt fully up, both hands on your ass, and he pulled you down, his mouth back on you in return.

Next it became a small competition. Who could make the other moan louder, make the other person’s rhythm break, make them stop or hold on harder. Your hands were on his thighs now, leisurely fucking your own mouth with his cock, sucking and hallowing your cheeks, moaning against him, breathing hard through your nose. One of his hands kneading your ass as his lips and tongue were working your clit in just such a way that had your legs quivering while he had two fingers buried in your dripping cunt.

The build up was agonizing.

You had to be careful, if you worked him too well it made him break a little as well as focusing on him so hard made it harder to truly enjoy what he was doing. He was having the same issue too, but eventually, like with most things with the two of you, a perfect rhythm was found, falling into sync just so. You would sink down, taking his cock so deeply, tongue flat on the underside, and as you came back up, cheeks hollowing, sucking as you did he would lick over your clit and suck deeply too, fingers slipping in and out, pressing on that spot. It was fucking incredible, as his dick slid out of your mouth his fingers slipped inside of you, and it practically took your breath away.

You were both tensing, shaking, your hands were gripping his thighs harder, and you moaned against him, trying to tell him you were close, and you felt him pulse against your tongue, and you realized he was reaching his end too. Neither of you wanted to break away, it felt too damn good, no way you could stop.

Why didn’t you do this more? Pleasing each other at the same time was fucking incredible. The way you fed off of each other was perfect, how you would suck harder, and it would make his tongue roll over your clit again and make your back arch, well as much as it could without you pulling him from your mouth. He of course felt the same way, getting to feel your hot wet mouth engulfing his dick as he got to taste you and feel how he made you tremble on top of him.

You couldn’t let him know, but you didn’t have to, he knew you so well, he knew from how your thighs tensed and released and how your hips moved, grinding your aching clit on his tongue, nails digging into his thighs. Your eyes fell closed as you rode out your orgasm, your mouth stayed around the head of cock, one of your hands managed to continue stroking him and as your orgasm ended his kicked off. You u felt his cum painting over your tongue, his hips canting up, and you allowed him to fuck your mouth with the first half of his dick while you stroked the lower half. He tasted as good as always, and you greedily swallowed him back, eagerly downing his load and as his orgasm was ending you let go of him with your hand and slowly slid him all the way into your mouth, allowing him to be enveloped in the wet heat of your mouth on his come down.

You both paused and took a minute, luxuriating in each other before pulling back, his head falling back onto the couch cushion, and you were pulling him out of your mouth. You sighed and with your breathing still uneven you said, “Oh my fucking God, Sam.”

A breathless laugh from him, his hand gently patting your ass as he said, “I know, right?”

You returned the laugh and responded, “Why didn’t we do that sooner?”

“I dunno, why haven’t you?”

You and Sam both jumped, you shot up, hand on the back rest of the couch and greeted with none other than your other boyfriend and Sam’s roommate, Buddy Swanson. Leaning on one hand, looking smug as ever, your hand on your chest, you breathed out, “Fuckin’ Christ Buddy, you scared me. When did you get home?”

You looked over your shoulder to Sam who was half sitting up now, you were still partially on top of him, wondering just how long he had been there and how much he saw, “Oh, a while ago. Been here long enough to see that frankly spectacular finish.”

Buddy teased, and his hand reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over your cheek, you leaned into the touch, your heart slowed a little. You must have been so damn into it with Sam, you didn’t even hear the door open or notice him watching the two of you. He placed a kiss on your lips, and you returned it, a surprisingly sweet and soft moment, you pulled away, and his forehead met yours. Sam’s arms wrapped around your middle, and you felt him leaning against your back, hugging you.

It felt right, being between your two boys, and that same sweet moment ended when Buddy broke the silence,“So I’m next, right?”

Sam laughed first and so did you, pulling back, hand coming up to Buddy’s chest and pushing him back as you did so. Buddy laughed too, curls brown curls bouncing a little as he shook his head as he asked, “What, so no head?”

You grabbed the throw pillow from the end of the couch, and you threw it at him, he ducked out of the way and Sam had fallen back on the couch dying laughing.

This was your life, and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

Chapter Text

It hadn’t always been this way, you had more freedom before, but after a particular incident with some people visiting Ambrose, that had swiftly ended. A new group of people rolled through, and they tried to take you with them. You were supposed to hide when anyone other than Vincent, Lester and Bo were in town, but you stumbled into the group by mistake. You tried to fight, tried to tell them you were fine, they weren’t having it, a strong hand around your wrist, pulling you along as it was insisted that you must get out. It did not end well for them.

He deemed it better if he could keep you in his sights, he wanted you close enough to always be able to see you and know exactly where you were at all times, and it wasn’t like you could say no or stop him.

That is how the vast majority of most of your days were now spent, on his bed in his workshop. Laying or sitting there as he worked, sometimes you watched him or read books he would bring you or sleep or not much of anything in particular.

Today you were feeling restless and bored. You watched him on and off as he worked, making himself busy with more sculpture work. You allowed your mind to wander as you watched how he worked with his hands. Thoughts about what those hands were capable of, and what they had done to you, recalling memories of his bruising grip and how easily he could crush you if he really wanted to.

You decided you had enough of being alone on the bed, you figured out exactly how today could better be spent. You adjusted, your legs were strapped down to the bed still, restraints on your ankles, legs spread, able to use your hands, your wrists free as they were usually unless you had done something bad enough that he saw fit to restrain them too. Deciding to take it slowly, your hand on your inner thigh and sliding up, slowly, you kept your eyes on him, he was still very preoccupied. Your fingers found the edge of your panties, and you started in nice and easy, it felt good, sliding over yourself, you had the thought wondering when the last time you had done this to yourself. Seemed like you never got the chance to, you had kind of missed it, you got into it much quicker than you had expected to initially.

You could feel the fabric getting damp under your touch, fingers increasing pressure as you rolled them over your clit, the familiar feeling of easy pleasure warm and low inside of you. Up and down, wetness starting to coat your fingers, dragging them up and rubbing over yourself, you let yourself start to vocalize how good it felt, not loud but not doing much of anything to quiet yourself either. It felt surprisingly good, but not nearly enough, you were hoping to entice him soon.

You needed more. You needed him. It wasn’t long until he noticed. He had his back to the mattress where you were, his hands slowed, and he turned, it seems that he had finally heard you and was now watching you.

A hard swallow when you noticed his gaze on you as you were continuing to touch yourself, a little more tentative for a moment before growing more bold.

First thing you said in hours, mouth dry and voice a little rough as you uttered his name, “Vincent.”

You touched yourself harder, writhing against the sheets, he turned back around, and you were sad for a moment, thinking you had failed, but then he got up. Hands on the workbench as he did, chair almost falling over, he turned back to you. He continued to watch you, leaning against the bench for a moment, you kept going, your eyes must have been pleading by this point. Finally, he seemed to sigh and reach up, he removed his mask and set it aside, he seemed to search the table for a moment and quickly found what he was looking for. You watched as he started to come over to you, heavy footsteps as he gathered his hair and put it up, and that made your heart nearly stop.

You spoke again, softer, questioning, “Vinny?”

What did he have in mind that he needed his hair up in a bun like that, out of his way? He fell to his knees at the end of the mattress, and he grabbed your ankles and yanked you down, you yelped, knees bent, and he had pulled you much closer to him. He reached up and ripped the thin and soaked fabric from your aching core easily, tearing it quickly and tossing it aside. His arms locked around your thighs and his mouth was on you, you groaned, it felt good, but he was being so rough. It was intense, boarding on painful, this wasn’t about pleasing you, this was about getting you ready, you were simply along for the ride, you had to endure it.

Crying out, your back arching and your eyes shut tightly, “Vin! Fuc-”

You managed to adjust, breathing becoming ragged as he worked you over, you actually might cum from this if he kept it up. You tensed and were tempted to reach down and bury your fingers in his hair, but you resisted the urge and moaned for him instead. Your fingers in the sheets, and you could feel that pleasure building, and all too suddenly it stopped.

Before you could even think to move or question it he was on top of you, his hand on your throat, it made you gasp, eyes flying open, looking up at him. He had one hand on your throat, his other one pulling himself free of his clothes. He was on top of you, weight heavy as he lined up and sunk inside of you in one long stroke making you gasp, even with the prep it was so much to take, stretching you quickly.

His other hand free now that he grabbed and had both of your wrists in his grip and pinned above your head easily. You struggled, and his hand tightened on your throat, a warning to not put up too much fight, that look, fuck he seemed less than pleased. Then you remembered, part of why you didn’t touch yourself often, he didn’t like it. He wanted to be the only one touching you like this, he is possessive over every fucking part of you, wanted to be the only one making you feel like that.

His grip tightened on your throat further, and it made you clench down on him, he pulled out halfway and his hips snapped forward, hard, and it made you moan out his name. He took you just like that, rushed, gripping your wrists so tightly as he fucked into you, choking you firmly, looking down at you, your body jerking with the force of his thrusts. You were a mess under him, moans and gasps, almost sobbing in pleasure, all much more strained as you struggled to breath, thighs on either side of his hips.

His hand slipped down from your wrists, down your chest, and you feel his hand push your shirt up, his hips slow, and you feel his fingers tracing a familiar pattern into your skin, one you’d come to know intimately. With one hand still locked on your throat, burying his thick cock in you over and over, writing one word into your sweat slick flesh over and over again that one word that was punctuating each drawn out thrust, was of course, “Mine.”

Chapter Text

He hadn’t even meant to find you, but he was so grateful that he did.

Doc Halloran has always felt bad that he didn’t do more on Leslie’s first ‘outing’, that he didn’t save more people and how close a call it was with Taylor, if she hadn’t made it then he didn’t think he could ever forgive himself.

Thus far he was pretty spot on, he had predicted that Leslie was planning his next spree, and it seemed like that was going to happen soon, and so finding you was amazing. He had figured out that Leslie had hand-picked you to be his next survivor girl.

It was sheer luck, really. It truly ended up being a thing of the right place, right time. He saw how Leslie had looked at you when he was following him one afternoon, and it clicked. He thought long and hard about what to do. The work he did was important, but it was still a lot for just him, maybe if he told you it would help. He came to the conclusion there was only one thing he could do morally, for your protection of course, he approached you and told you of Leslie’s plans for you.

You had heard of Leslie Vernon, of course, how could you not? But you never saw him obviously, and hearing that he had chosen you as his current fixation, well it was a little hard to believe at first. But Doc had spoken with such conviction and seemed to know much more about this situation that you came around. So you agreed to help him, mostly because it was the right thing to do, and your life was in danger and all of that.

Plus there was that other little thing too.

You may have had a thing for him, or a thing for older guys in general but him in particular. How could you not, though? He was caring and concerned and knowledgeable and wanted to protect you, was invested in you. So you went along with it happily.

You would meet up, and you’d learned a lot about the terminology, which you picked up quickly. Leslie was the slasher who was after you, the survivor or final girl and Doc, the Ahab, tried to stop him. Most of the talk up until now had been theoretical, but now it was time for more than that.

Doc had told you that Leslie was going to get up to something tonight, some serious prep, it was supposed to be the first meeting with you, a large step that signalled how close the big night was and how quickly it was coming up.

You had never met Leslie obviously and to say you were nervous was kind of an understatement. You inquired what Doc needed from you, and he said this meeting was important, ultimately he said his being there was important. He wanted both of you to be there first, he wanted to oversee what was going to happen, and the idea of having him right there made you much more comfortable. So the plan was made, you were worried about Leslie knowing about this, about you two meeting up and trying to get there earlier, but Doc reassured you, he said he knew him and his patterns well and that it would be fine.

He picked you up and the two of you ended up near where the meeting spot would be. Parallel parked on a road near downtown, a side street you knew intimately. Typically, on a night like tonight you did a part-time shift at this bookstore and Doc figured that Leslie would push the meeting when you walked home on this road after work was over. You made it work, so you were off tonight just for this.

You are fidgeting nervously in your seat as you ask, “Are you sure it’ll be okay?”

Doc looks into the rearview mirror for a moment at you before he responds, “Of course. I’m here, I’ve dealt with him before. Besides, he is much more careful about moving around in public after what happened. People are aware of him now.”

It made sense. It did put you at ease a little. You shift in your seat again, unable to get comfortable, you were sure he could tell you were uneasy, and also, you were so close to him.

You had developed feelings for him over the past few weeks, he was serious about this and making sure you were going to be okay, it was thankless work, but you appreciated what he was doing. Furthermore, you thought he had similar feelings. Could swear you caught him looking, his touch lingers a bit too long, you may have tested that at points, “accidentally” brushing yourself against him, showing a hint more skin than usual.

It was a cooler fall night, and you were in a skirt that wasn’t exactly weather appropriate sitting well above knee height, higher still as you were seated in his car.

You were in the backseat, behind the passenger's side, and he was still up front in the driver’s seat. He was looking out the windshield again, paying attention, looking around, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

You broke the silence, “I really appreciate what you are doing.”

You reached out. Your hand on his shoulder and he looked over to you. Something unreadable in his eyes, a pause, before he said quietly, “Thank you.”

It sounded very sincere. People must not say that to him much, it was almost like he didn’t know how to take what you said. You squeezed his shoulder once and looked away as you asked, “Can you sit back here with me?”

He thought for only a moment before doing so, getting into the back seat with you without saying anything, he knew this was a scary thing, seeming to understand that you needed some comfort, to not feel alone. You felt bold. You took his hand and the leather glove on his hand felt warm and well-worn, eyes down on your joined hands as you said, “Thanks again.”

You looked up into his eyes and he seemed a little nervous himself, probably not anticipating your sudden contact from grabbing his hand. He was looking back at you as he muttered, “No problem.”

It was very fucking tense right now.

You loved being this near to him, you wanted to be closer, you wanted more, hell you were close enough to smell his cologne. You thought of why you were here and what was to come and who knows how it would all work out, not necessarily tonight but soon, on that big night, who’s to say if you or he would make it out alive. That thought pushed you along, your hand that wasn’t holding his, reached out and gripped one of the lapels on his jacket, and you pulled him closer to you and kissed him.

To say he was shocked was a bit of an understatement. He certainly didn’t mean for that sound to slip out, but he quickly stifled it, his hand pulled away from yours and came to your face, he let himself go for a moment, kissing you back.

You made it easy to get lost in this, and normally he was so busy, totally consumed with his work, that he hadn’t pursued anyone in a long time. I mean, his divorce was years ago, and he hadn’t even given much thought to trying dating or anything of the sort. He couldn’t lie to himself though, since you came around his mind had been turning to those thoughts more often with you, even if it wasn’t necessarily right.

You could hardly believe you were really doing this, from this alone you felt your heart beating harder. Fuck, your mouth felt good on his, you slotted together in a way that felt right.

But he shouldn’t be doing this, he was supposed to be caring for and protecting you, Hell you two were on serious business tonight, he should put a stop to this. He pulled away, his hand on your cheek and your hand was on his wrist again, not wanting his touch to leave, and you were looking up at him, “Wh-why’d you stop?”

A quick pass of his tongue over his lips, he tried to make his gaze harder and steady his voice as he said, “We shouldn’t.”

You wanted to pout. You gripped his jacket and tugged a little, shifting in your seat, scooting closer to him. “Why not?”

He seemed like he wanted to, fuck, you were SURE he wanted to. He looked like he wanted to reach out and touch you and kiss you and so much more.

The response left him quickly, “It isn’t right.”

Of course. Always so morally superior, but you didn’t care about any of that. How much older he was than you or the nature of your relationship, power imbalance or whatever, it wasn’t important to you. He was good to you and cared and was very fucking attractive. You had him right here, and again, who knows what could happen to you two? You had to convince him.

Not only that, but you have to fight off the urge to squirm as you implore, “Doc, please?”

An idea. You hoped it would work out. With your hand gripping his wrist, you pulled his hand, sliding it off your cheek. You pressed a kiss to his leather clad thumb before carefully running your tongue over it, you noticed that made his breath catch. You bit your lip before smiling indulgently, closer still, practically pressed to him and whispering that request again, “Please?”

His thumb traced over your bottom lip, and you swear you could see his resolve break in his eyes and he pulled you to him this time, mouth crashing into yours. You practically moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, and kissing him deeply in return. You were still worried you might scare him off, you needed so much more, you had thought of getting to do this so many times. Thought of him alone in your bed while fingers explored yourself and wondered how much better his hands would feel on you. You needed to seal the deal, make sure you really had him.

His hands were both on you now, one on the back of your neck and the other had slipped down your back and was resting on your waist, and you were getting turned on so fucking fast. You pulled closer, your other hand fisted in his jacket now, straddling his thigh as you two made out, you couldn’t help yourself, you loved finally getting this chance. He seemed just as into it as you were.

You shifted your hips and held back a gasp.

Oh, that was good. You moved the same way again and yeah that was fantastic.

You couldn’t stop yourself. It felt too nice. Grinding on him, fuck it felt incredible. You wanted so much more, and you vocalized it, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket, and you asked, breathless- “Please? D-Doc I need more, can you…?"  -you couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t finish the thought, but you didn’t need to. He knew what you needed, and he nodded, the gloved hand came up off your waist and while he was looking into your eyes he bit the end of the middle finger of his leather glove. Starting to pull it off, and that was a hot image, but you wanted something else, you quickly scrambled saying- “WAIT! I…I uh…”

He looked questioningly at you, pausing, taking off his glove as he said, "Yes?"

You swallowed hard, looking away as you said so quietly, shit, were you really about to ask for this? You had to, you wanted it terribly, "Can…Can you uh…Leave them on?…”

You felt those leather clad fingers on your cheek slide down, gripping your chin he made you turn back to face him, looking him in the eyes again, there was something so hot about that look in his eyes as he said, “I can do that, my child.”

Okay, that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was to you. Maybe it was just the tone with which he said it, but you didn’t have any time to linger on that as his mouth was back on yours.

You kissed him and his hand slipped down, the backs of his knuckles traced lightly down your neck and over your chest, and you shivered in his grip and his hand finally came to rest between your thighs. With how you were seated on his thigh, your already short skirt was hiked up so high, he could touch you so easily. His fingers brushed over you, and you let out a quiet gasp, he took his time, as much as you might have wanted him to rush there was no way that he would. Teasing passes of his fingers over your clothed cunt before focusing in on your clit, even through your panties, it was intense.

Pressure increased slowly, between his fingers and his mouth you were burning all over, you pressed closer into his hand, rocking into his touch, craving even more. You were breathless as you two kissed, emboldened further your tongue ran over his bottom lip before pulling away, a particularly good pass of his fingers making you moan.

“More?” He asked as he leaned in again, mouth on your neck, and you nodded furiously with a whine, “Ple-please!”

He gave you just what you needed, fingers hooked in the sodden fabric covering you and tugged it aside, he touched you again, the texture of the leather felt so damn good as two of his fingers ran through your folds. You were wrecked already, and he hadn’t even done that much. He rubbed circles over your clit as his mouth nipped at your neck, and you tugged on the lapels of his jacket, it was almost too much to handle.

He made a promise to you then in the growing heat of his car, words passed from him to you in the dark, “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

You let out another moan from his admission, as well as the feeling from those same two fingers pushing inside of you. That right there is part of why you liked this so much. He was older and more experienced, and you were just so not, he could take the lead and show you the ropes, you loved that. You couldn’t help it, you ground down on his fingers as you begged, “Ye-yes please, show me-ah! Everything-”

The last word came out like a sigh, as his fingers started to slowly move in and out of you, palm pressed just right, grinding on your clit, he had kissed up your neck and whispered in your ear, “Poor thing, you don’t know anything, do you?”

Fucking hell, you were on fire for him. I mean, you went from doing essentially nothing with no one, other than yourself, to now getting finger fucked in the back seat of Doc’s car. Oh shit, that is right, you were in his car. It was late enough no one was around, but the chance that someone wouldn’t see wasn’t exactly zero. His fingers curled and touched something inside of you that made your legs jerk and made you moan again and almost immediately forget where you were, he kept talking which also helped distract you.

“You need me to teach you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

You nodded again, hips grinding again with a whimper, if he kept this up you would cum on his gloved hand.

“Say it.” He said it firmly. Oh, God. His fingers stilled for a moment, and you wanted to whine and pout, but instead you responded, shakily, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He asked, leading you further.

Fucking Hell, could he ease up even a little bit? He had pulled back and looked in your eyes, making you say, breathing still so uneven, “P-please, Doc. I-I need you-”

He looked pleased, a sudden thrust of his fingers made you cry out, making you unable to finish your thought, but he was satisfied with your answer even if it was cut a little short. He couldn’t hold back, a light chuckle before he ground his palm over your clit and curled his fingers in you again. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

Nothing sounded better.

He didn’t stop now. He kissed you, one hand ending up under your shirt, you shrugged off your own jacket, it was far too hot for it now, and his other hand kept going, touching you just right. Why hadn’t you pushed for this sooner? If you knew it could be like this, be this good, you would have come onto him weeks ago. He kept going until you were unable to hold back, fingers inside of you and palm to your clit, the tension became too much, the pleasure built and finally the dam bursts. You fall apart as you ended up coming on him with a cry of his name. It felt fucking incredible, you let it sweep over you completely, thighs trembling.

You were panting as you came down, and his fingers slowed, a softer kiss pressed to your lips, and you returned it, still trying to catch your breath, “My God-”

A pleased hum from him as his fingers left you, and you adjusted, fully straddling his lap now, you brushed against him and yeah he was obviously just as excited as you were. Your fingers closed around his tie, and you grabbed hold, using it to pull him close again, you felt so good. Ample warmth running through you and still very excited, you wanted more already as your mouth met his again. You moved your hips and rubbed against him and felt him tense under you and both of his hands were now on your hips, he helped move you.

You were still so sensitive and again kind of unsure again about if what you were doing was right, but with his hands on you, helping guide you, made you more confident. It was almost like he could sense your mind working, and he broke away from you, uttering, “That’s good.”

That helped your confidence as well. You moved feeling a little more sure of yourself, the strained sound that left him made you clench on nothing, it made you want, you wanted to feel him inside of you and wanted to hear him more.

You never expected your first time to be in the back seat of a car, well at least not once you got involved with Doc Halloran but to be honest the location didn’t matter much, again, it was hot. Not only that, but you shouldn’t be doing this in such a public setting but the fact that you both wanted each other so badly that it didn’t matter was making your situation even worse, you loved it. You were learning a lot about yourself tonight, you didn’t realize you were into that, but if how much you were leaking was any indication you were very into it. You decided to take some initiative, you pulled back a little and your hands came down and started unbuckling his belt.

Fuck, when you could finally reach him he felt this hard and so warm too. You held him in the palm of your hand and stroked experimentally, he helped you with that too, he was encouraging. Still pressed so close together as he told you what to do, and that got you much hotter too, him telling you just what he wanted from you.

What he said got to you badly, heated in between more kisses, encouragement and praise mixed with his instruction, “Harder-yes like that.”

You watched with rapt interest as he loosened his tie, shifting under your touch, his own breathing harder, “Twist your wrist-”

A rushed question, excitement permeating your tone, “Like this?”

You did as asked and the groan it pulled from him, eyes practically rolling back with a nod,“Yes-God yes.”

How could you possibly take it without wanting more? You were the one trying to rush this, you just needed him desperately, you shifted and brushed him against your soaked folds and his hands on your waist squeezed, stopping you, he was looking at you again, “Are you sure?”

So concerned again, you nodded, and he still seemed hesitant, and before he could speak again you decided to. He was an intelligent and logical man, why not use some of your own. You were still so hot and bothered, but if you wanted any real relief, wanted what you were really craving, then you had to sell this. “Doc-I want this so much an-and not just for the reason you think.”

He seemed interested so far and you kept going, “Leslie wants me because of uh-” You glanced down momentarily, trying to get your point across and then continued,“-of um that ‘quality.’ So what if…”

He finished your thought, saying out loud, “What if you weren’t.”

He was a smart man, he caught on easily to just what you meant, he already wanted you so much, and he hadn’t needed much convincing, but when you presented such a persuasive argument you had given him basically no choice.

It was about survival, really.

If one of the prerequisites for being a final girl for Leslie was being a virgin, if you weren’t one any more, then wouldn’t you be safe and throw a wrench in his plans?

You were really about to get fucked like it was going to save your life. And to be fair, it just might.

Despite the energy and how much it was wanted by both of you, he was still careful. You had your arms around his neck, and his hands still on your waist, he guided you again, lowering you down onto him. You felt so at ease with him, so relaxed and thankful from how he fingered you from before it wasn’t painful, however it did take some adjusting, you weren’t used to the feeling. Again, he helped, the words making him glide even easier inside of you as he confesses, “You feel incredible.”

You were gripping the back of his jacket, he let you take it at your own pace, letting you sit with him fully sheathed inside of you and waited, hands still at your waist, he kissed over your cheek and whispered in your ear, “You’re doing so good for me.”

That made you want to do even better. You moved up slowly and came back down, drawing a groan from him, you DID feel amazingly good, and were very hot in his lap, this might be a bit of a struggle for him to hold on. You took your time, riding him slowly as you got acquainted with the feeling. Soon it was feeling much better, gasping, soft moans and sighs falling from your lips, “D-Doc, yes-”

You needed more of his hands on you, and almost like he knew he was pulling your shirt up, leather clad dragging over the newly exposed skin, greedily touching you, and you wanted to shiver from the feeling. “My God.”

Hands holding on harder, moving more forcefully, breathing becoming faster, you pleaded with him,“He-help, please?”

Help he did. He started to move with you, meeting you in the middle, thrusting up from below as you came down, and that had you crying out for him. You were pressed so close you were getting that much-needed friction on your aching clit and if you both kept up this pace you would find your end again easily.

“Doc, yes!” You were getting close, your rhythm was becoming uneven, hard to keep up the pace, thighs burning, and he helped further, holding you firmer and taking more control, rocking up into you. He wanted you so badly to cum at least one more time before he allowed himself to, face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucked you.

“C’mon, do it.”

And you did. Fucking Hell, if you knew it felt THIS good to cum while stuffed full to the brim, you would have experimented with penetration so much sooner. Moaning his name as you found your release, your legs were useless by this point, good thing he had fully taken over, fucking you through your high, hands still holding onto you. It took almost all the will power he had not to spill inside of you during your orgasm, but he somehow made it through and when he was sure you were finished he pulled out, gloved hand gripping himself and with a few strokes he came over your bare stomach with a shudder and a groan.

You leaned back after you caught your breath, hands on his shoulders, you were impressed to say the bare minimum, if this was your first time then you were excited to see how much better it could get. It was quiet while you both caught your breath, you weren’t even sure what to say, so you didn’t say anything.

You kissed him instead, much softer and sweeter, and it was returned in kind. Your fingers in his soft hair, lips sliding over his, it felt so damn right. You broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together, just enjoying the closeness.

Until it was just a little too uncomfortable. You pulled back and spoke up, “Mind getting the window?”

“Hmm? Oh, of course.” It was a little stuffy and hot in here, he looked over, reached down, he rolled the window down the rest of the way, it had been about halfway so it wasn’t that as bad as it could have been. But the extra fresh air was still needed.

You were about to lean in and kiss him again, when instead you heard something that nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Well hey there.” Your head whipped around to the now open window, heart was pounding and yeah you weren’t alone. “Jesus Christ, Leslie?”

Oh? Oh, God.

Yeah, you two might have lost track of time, you grabbed your jacket and covered up as best you could, tugging your shirt down, reminded of the cooling cum on your skin, you’d need to wash this shirt.

“What’s up, Doc?” Leslie seemed amused by his own joke, Doc on the other hand seemed less than impressed, “Seems like you are having a good night.”

Doc cleared his throat and yeah he looked pretty displeased. Leslie spoke again, “Awe, c’mon aren’t you gonna introduce me to your uh, friend?”

Leslie seemed unbothered by Doc’s mood and asked it with a cock of his head. A roll of his eyes and Doc sighed, hand running over his face, clearly exasperated. “I know you already know her. But fine, Leslie, this is-” And he gave over your name, causing Leslie to turn to look into your eyes, a wave that was much too friendly as he greeted you, repeating your name with an enthusiastic, “Hi.”

You swallowed thickly, okay yeah you understood why Leslie was so dangerous. His smile and overall demeanour, you could see the appeal clearly, if he got to you before Doc, who knows what might have happened?

“Hi.” You replied, with a small wave of your own, holding your jacket closer, and you felt incredibly exposed right now, but it was understandably that you felt that way. You could feel Doc hold onto you harder, you glanced at him and oh God, he was jealous? Why did you kinda like that thought?

“You were watching us?” Doc accused.

Leslie was leaning on the window frame now, resting on his forearms, that damn smile as he said,“Well shit Doc, if you didn’t want someone to watch why were you doing it in public?”

He made a compelling point. You two weren’t exactly subtle about this. A glance at him out of the corner of your eye and yeah, Doc was pissed by this point, “It wasn’t an invitation!-I can’t believe you, this is too much even for you!”

“Oohoho your tone right now!” Leslie fired back with a laugh and a wide grin and Doc scoffed as he responded, “MY tone?!”

“Yeah Doc-” He was leaning forward more, purposefully taunting him, it’s like he was looking to get smacked, “It’s awfully judgmental, I mean look Doc, all I’m saying is one of us is out here defiling virgins in public on a school night, and it isn’t me-”

Doc bitterly cut in, “For once.”

That made you had to stifle a laugh at that, Jesus, is this what it was like when they got together? Interesting dynamic to say the least. There was a pause at that, a beat before Doc spoke up again, seemingly just realizing something, “So you’re not angry.”

A more statement than a question even though it was kind of one.

“Why would I be?” Leslie asked, a brief look to you and his brows furrowing for a second before realizing what Doc was thinking, and he laughed, “Oh, you think she’s the one?!”

“She isn’t?!” Doc sounded taken aback and quite shocked, you were too. Leslie was still laughing as he continued, “No! I was considering her but right around when you caught on I found a much better candidate, and obviously I was right to switch-”

Leslie looked you over as he kept going, “-but I had the thought that if I let you think she was, that it could be really fun. And as per usual, I was right!”

Leslie clapped Doc on the shoulder once, making him jump with a little grimace, before Leslie pushed back off the window with another laugh and said, “Anyway, have a good night you two.”

Mood sufficiently killed, Doc seemingly not knowing how to react to any of this information, you didn’t know how to either really. Doc had warned you that Leslie was always seemingly a couple of steps ahead and was excellent at planning and predicting things but going this far? Jesus. Playing the part and convincing Doc that you were going to be it, the whole plan around you, while it was really never about you. Just to fuck with Doc. If he went this far for a bit, how far did he go for his actual work?

Leslie’s voice comes through the open window again, “Oh! And Doc one more thing.”

A heavy sigh from him, he took a moment, before asking, “What is it, Leslie?”

He was leaning his hand against the roof of the car as he said, “Just a note. Really it was good, very hot-but I just gotta say now that you two are going this far you gotta cut it out with the ‘my child’ stuff. Makes it way harder for me to finish like that.”

You couldn’t hold your laugh back this time. What did you get yourself into?

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It was winter, and you fucking hated winter. You hated everything about it, from blizzards to ice that hides under light powdery snow, to thick disgusting slush, but mostly you hated the cold. Which meant that right now you hated the basement, it was freezing down there, so you had been avoiding going down there.

Thing was that is where you typically met up with Herbert, so since you had been avoiding the basement that gave the impression that you had been avoiding him, which you supposed that you kind of had been unintentionally.

You felt bad about that, and you missed him. In fact, you missed him a lot.

You thought you should find some way to make it up to him, it had been weeks since you spent any meaningful amount of time with him. If he spent the majority of time in the basement when he was home, and you weren’t going down there, no matter how much you missed him, then you needed to think of something to potentially entice him into spending some more time upstairs. Plus, to be fair, it was for you too.

One of the main things you both did in the basement, unsurprisingly, was hooking up. You typically loved it, the memories of it were all too fun to revisit. But the idea of being strapped down to that metal table in the dead of winter was something you wanted to avoid. You knew if you went down there and got in the heat of the moment, you wouldn’t be able to say no to him.

You always had trouble saying no to him. He could be oddly persuasive, had some kind of hold over you, that tone he would take with you when he wanted something from you made you want to press your thighs together and rush to comply with even the most difficult and complex of his desires.

While you didn’t want it right now due to the time of year, you typically did, it was one of the big reasons you loved hooking up with him in the basement. Being restrained was a big turn on for you, it always got to you terribly. He knew how much you enjoyed it and while he might not admit it he seemed to enjoy it just as much, if there is one thing Herbert loves is it is having control.

You came in from outside, happy to be home for the night after such a long day, ready to get out of your winter clothes and warm up. Soon you had your jacket, hat and scarf off and left your boots by the door, rubbing your hands together, bag from shopping hanging off your wrist as you made your way to the kitchen.

You wanted to make a cup of tea to help warm up and were surprised to see Herbert in the kitchen already. You let yourself smile upon seeing him sitting at the table, he was actually eating something for once, you set the bag down on the table as you greeted him,“Hey!”

“Hello.” It was casual, a glance up to you as you moved to get the kettle started on the stove as you tried to keep the conversation going, “How was your day?”

A sigh from him as you got the kettle going, and he responded. “Fine.”

He still had some work with him, papers sprawled out next to him, attention obviously more on that than you, which was fine. You got a mug out and the tea bags out after saying yours was fine too, average and fairly uneventful.

It was quiet for a moment before he asked. “You went shopping?”

You perked up a little at that. Looking over your shoulder to him, he was eyeing the bag on the table, and you smiled as you responded, “I did.”

That was all you said before finishing making your tea, letting him stew on that for a moment before coming over to the table to join him, sitting down across from him,“Want to see what I got?”

You knew he was curious, even if he wouldn’t express that explicitly. The bag was black plastic, hiding your purchase from view, the implication of such a plain black bag wasn’t lost on him.

“If you are in the mood to share, I suppose I can listen.” His tone was as flat and interesting as always.

You rolled your eyes a little and laughed as you picked the bag up, letting what he said go, instead deciding to just show him. You reached into the bag and your fingers closed on the box, and you pulled it out, casually tossing it onto the table, right into his line of sight and on top of his papers.

Resting your chin on one hand, elbow on the table, picking up your mug and taking a sip from it, catching him looking at you over the frame of his glasses. He was still holding his pencil, and you wanted to laugh again from the look, but you held it back.

He breaks the silence as he asks, “Handcuffs?”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed with a nod and set your mug back down. He turned his attention away from his work, dropping his pencil as he instead focused fully onto you, “May I ask why?”

“Why not?” You fired back with a smile. He had picked up the slim box and examined it, popping open one end and tipping the box, letting the black metal cuffs and keys slide into his open palm.

You watch as he starts to turn them over in his hand, scrutinizing them as he says, “Seems a bit unnecessary.”

You looked at him as you inquired, “Unnecessary?”

He shrugs nonchalantly as he says, “Well, it’s a tad redundant, isn’t it? We already have the table downstairs.”

Might as well be honest. You took another sip from the steaming mug before saying in as casual a tone you could manage, “Perhaps we could use these in other places, when we aren’t in the basement.”

He had set the keys down after opening the cuffs, turning them over in his hand absentmindedly as he looked you over, expression harder as he said, “I thought you liked it down there.”

You rush to reassure him, “I do! I really do, it’s just, uh, a little cold right now in the winter.”

He said nothing.

A pause and he got up. He came around the table and was right behind you, his hand on your shoulder, and he spoke to you again, in THAT tone, “Is that why you haven’t been coming down to see me?”

You couldn’t lie, not when he spoke to you like that, your throat is dry, just the way he spoke to you was already getting to you a little. It HAD been quite a while since you were last with him. You were in need. Lips open, and you speak, you don’t sound quite like yourself, “Yes.”

A hum from him, his hand ran over your shoulder, pushing the cardigan you had on down, you had a tank top on underneath, the sweater and coat were more than enough earlier, a thicker top would have been uncomfortable. You let him slip you out of it. Letting it pool around the legs of the chair you were seated in.

The command was something you had missed far more than you had realized until he spoke it. “Hands. Behind your back.”

You did it without thinking. Who cares about the fact you were in the kitchen and Dan might come home soon, this is what you wanted, right? Then you felt the cuffs close around your wrists, they were cold, but you bared it, instead focusing on enjoying the feeling of the heavy metal weighing you down.

You heard him step away. The way your arms were behind the kitchen chair, you couldn’t really turn to see where he was going. You heard him moving around behind you and then heard the sound of something opening and closing, the fridge?

He had come back to you, and you felt it against your neck, the sudden change in temperature making you jump, and you realized it wasn’t the fridge he had gone for but the freezer. One hand on your shoulder, holding you steady, making sure you couldn’t squirm away too much as his other one was busy dragging an ice cube over the side of your throat. You tried to move, but again he held you too well, you tried to shift away, his hand slid up from your shoulder and held your lower jaw tightly, dragging the ice over you. It was slowly melting, cold water dripping down, you could feel it soaking into the strap of your tank top already.

“Wha-what are you doing, Herbert?” The question came out shakier than intended.

He leaned down, you could feel his hot breath next to your ear, the dichotomy between that and the now mostly melted ice on your shoulder made you shiver, “Proving a point.”

The way he said it, like he had that smug half smile on his face, somewhat amused around the edges.

What did he mean?

He let go of your jaw and his hand travelled down, he gripped the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up, exposing your chest to him. That first piece of ice had totally melted, the evidence of it clear on your skin, the wet trails where he had moved it on you still visible. You jumped when you felt the fresh ice cube touch down on your collar bone, how many did he get?

Where was he getting them from? He was still behind you, so you couldn’t tell. He moved it down further, down your chest, slowly, teasing you, you could feel goosebumps popping up in its wake as it trailed along your skin, and you found yourself still squirming, breathing harder, you finally replied, “And what point is that exactly?”

His other hand began to slide down, fingertips coming to rest at the edge of your pants as he circled one of your nipples with the ice, and you couldn’t hold back.

His fingers rubbed you over your jeans, and you arched into his hands and moaned as an ice-cold rivulet of water ran down your stomach. You swore you could feel his smirk and how satisfied he was at how easy it was to get to you. You could also feel his breath on your ear again as he uttered, “That you can learn to like the cold.”

Fuck.

Did he always have to be right?

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It had started off as a joke. Isn’t that how most of these discoveries go?

It’s all fun and games, laugh, laugh, joke, joke and then whoops turns out someone IS into that and just like that, a new kink is discovered.

Still, when it happens to Billy, it is a shock for the both of you. But we are a little ahead of ourselves here.

It had been a great night. A solo-session with the two of you, Stu indisposed for the evening, you loved being with both of them but getting to have Billy all to yourself on occasion was such a treat. You knew that he felt similarly, he loved Stu just as much and sharing you between the two of them was never an issue, it was a damn good time. Having you pinned in the middle was quite the sight to behold, writhing and the way you sounded? Oh my God, forget about that, it was perfection.

But this wasn’t about the to be perfectly honest, wonderful times the three of you had. This was about you and him, and it went very well. A phone call, a chase, you were captured, trussed up, teased, taunted and taken. You were left pleasantly sore, skin slick with sweat, thoroughly satisfied, a little bloody in addition to his cum slowly leaking out of you.

While on your back as he was untying you, pulling the ropes away and tracing the indents that they left in your skin. He was rubbing over the skin soothingly, he had long since ditched the costume, looking down at you affectionately, “You did so good tonight.”

He praised you as one of his hands rubbed over your thigh as he unwrapped the ropes from around your ankle and threw them aside. You were rubbing one of your wrists as you responded, “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

A laugh from him before firing back with a roll of his eyes,“Oof what high praise, baby.”

His hand ran up your leg, he reached out and picked up the knife that was lying on the sheets next to you, he started to crawl over you, knife brandished and held out, “I think you should say something a little nicer to me.”

You smirked up at him and, feeling bold, you decided to challenge him, “Oh, should I now?”

“Mmm.” He hummed as the flat of the blade started to come down to your chest, and you got a very interesting idea.

You reached up, hand coming to the back of Billy’s neck, and you pulled him down, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into it when your lips met, returning it easily, and you slowly took action. Your hand sliding up from his neck and into his hair and nails scratching over his scalp lightly, the soft groan he let out against your mouth was all the signal you needed, your other hand moved quickly and grabbed the knife from his hand. Your fingers threaded into his hair and tugged hard, you broke the kiss and the knife was held to his throat, you were about to tell some dumb joke and continue the banter and teasing-but his reaction made you stop.

The way his eyes flew back open, the slight gasp, how he tensed and that look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Unsure, slight fear, arousal, a look you were sure he had seen painted on your face the first time you two did this when he was the one holding the knife.

“Oh? I think he likes it.” You taunt, you hear him swallow audibly before he responds, “What? Me?”

He tried to say it in that classic and oh so confident way of his, but he couldn’t pull it off this time. Couldn’t hide the shake in his voice, obviously thrown off, or the slight flush on his face.

You decided to experiment a bit further. You tugged again on his hair as you held the knife a little closer to him and his breath caught in his throat, he swallowed thickly again, his tongue darts out to wet his lips nervously, and you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.

Fuck.

Yep, no doubt about it. He liked it. He couldn’t hide it from you.

You eased off shortly after that and did the appropriate thing. You talked about it.

He did like it a lot. And he decided he wanted to try it out, being the victim for once. You could tell he was a little nervous, he wasn’t one to typically give up control, but he trusted you, and he certainly couldn’t ignore how shockingly good it felt when you took that bit of control from him. I mean, really, who could blame him for being curious.

A plan was made, a date set and another night where it was going to be just you and him. Having both you and Stu ganging up on him was a tad too much to handle for his first go with this. You agreed, and besides, you wanted to do this to him on your own.

It was just so fucking good.

The fact he was being this open with you, so vulnerable and trusting was amazing on its own but seeing him like this was the best part. He had given you a lot of free rein with the planning, you knew him well and would figure out his limits together. You had a safe word and signals, and you felt confident. You kind of decided to go all in.

It started as any good role play like this should, with a phone call.

He was waiting for you to come by, little did he know you were already there. Watching him through the window, as you talked to him, the conversation started easily and slowly, claiming to be a wrong number but bored and looking for someone ‘fun’ to talk to. You watched him as he looked around, trying to find where you were before you could strike, it WAS fun watching him go around but managing to keep his tone normal and light, he was a good actor.

You slipped inside easily.

See, part of the fun was figuring out how you would take him down. You had been on the receiving end many a time, and he was so fucking strong and could hold you down no problem. You wanted to genuinely get the drop on him, make it a bit more real. Not only that, but you had led him into the perfect position. Crouching low behind a corner, having a wire pulled taut between the hallway, phone cradled in your shoulder, he was coming, you totally had him.

“Where the fuck are you?!” He had gotten into the bit, playing along perfectly, and you couldn’t help but smile behind your mask. Wouldn’t he like to know?

You held the wire with one hand and knocked on the wall you were leaning on with the other, he obviously heard it, he came down the hallway quicker to follow the sound and you got him. He tripped, and you were on him in a second, he was sprawled on his back, and you were on top of him, seated on his chest. Your thighs are on either side of him, pinning his arms down with your knees, one hand gripping the collar of his shirt, tugging him up, you leaned down, and the cool plastic mask brushed his cheek as you whispered, “Gotcha.”

You sat up, and took him in, hair dishevelled, expression a fantastic mix of scared and nervous, lightly tinged with arousal.

He looked you over. My God, the sight of you in that costume, knife gripped in your fist, it was all too exciting. You loved seeing him under you, he already looked flustered and you hadn’t even done anything… Yet.

“Now that I have you-” Dragging the back of the knife over the side of his face slowly, he squirmed under you,“-what to do with you?”

His gaze broke from the hollow eyes of the mask, face flushed. Looking away and being quiet, that wouldn’t do. You threaded gloved fingers in his hair and tugged hard. His breath hitched, and you felt him shift under you as you spoke, harshly, in a similar tone that he would use on you.

“Look at me.” He hesitated, and you tugged again, “I said-” You had that knife coming down and holding it to his throat as you finished your sentence,“Look. At. Me.”

He did, eyes snapping up to you, and that look made you want. His lips parted and the way he was breathing, you were practically dripping. You let go of his hair, and you leaned back, the knife still held to his throat, your other hand came behind you and you felt him. He was achingly hard in his jeans and when your hand made contact he fucking whined and arched into the touch and that made between your thighs pulse and made your own breath want to stutter. He looked fucking beautiful.

You wanted so much more of this. “Don’t tell me that you are getting off on this.”

You taunted him, doing your best to play the part, and he responded to your teasing with a strained groan as you manipulated him through his jeans. It felt good to be in control.

“Look at you. Obviously loving it. What a little slut.” He actually groaned again when that last word passed your lips, and that had you so very pleased. He was already struggling to hold it together, you could tell. His eyes were pleading for more, but you couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. You were already terribly worked up yourself and in need of relief, and with him laid out in front of you like this, well you’d be a fool not to take advantage.

You let go of him, and he fucking whimpered, head falling back against the hardwood, hips arching, calling out for more contact, and dear Lord you wanted to hear him do that again too. Instead, you tsk’d and said,“Greedy thing. This is about me right now-”

You stood up on your knees, pinning his arms to the floor with more force, and he winced at the slight pain, one hand running up your leg, gathering the smooth black fabric, starting to pull up the robe of your Ghostface costume,“-but I’ll tell you what.”

You moved that knife and ran the tip of it over his bottom lip, your head tilting to the side, hiking the material up even higher, “You be a good victim for me, and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

The bottom of your robe gathered in one fist, he could now see what you had on underneath, and it wasn’t much. Thigh high stockings, sheer and smooth, lace tops and held up with a garter belt, barely there panties and his eyes went wider at the sight.

One important thing you knew about Billy Loomis is he had a terrible weakness for lingerie of any kind, so combining that previous well-worn love of his with this new and exciting territory you were exploring together was mind-blowing. “I’m going to let you have use of your arms, don’t try anything funny.”

He nodded shakily, enraptured, practically dying to see what you were going to do next. You moved forward, getting into position, the hand holding that knife came down between your thighs, two fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties as you still held the weapon and moved your soaked underwear to the side.

“You talked real big on the phone earlier. So many threats and awful things you said, and yet here you are now, quiet as a mouse.” A light laugh from you when he had no response, he looked wrecked and wanting, eyes fixated on your dripping core. You started to touch yourself in front of him, gloved fingers rubbed your clit in soft circles, you arch into your own touch, fingers slide down through your folds and back up again, you could hear how wet you are.

You spoke again, “How about you apologize properly, hmm? Then we can talk about if you are worthy of a reward.”

Your hand fell away, and you lowered yourself down onto his mouth, and his hands were immediately on your ass, eyes falling closed with a moan of pure satisfaction at the taste of you. With your fingers in his hair again, tugging him in closer to your cunt, a grind as your other hand came back, the tip of that knife dragging leisurely up his chest, he shuddered under you upon feeling the cold metal.

“Now be a good boy and get to work.”

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Above all things, Freddy Krueger is an asshole opportunist, and you had given him the perfect in, something he simply could no pass up.

He got the idea a while back and knew just how to spring it on you. Thing is you two could joke a lot, being with the burnt fucker supreme you had to be down for that after all. Him being with someone dead serious who couldn’t take a joke? Yeah, no way would that work.

Thing is, he had no intention of warning you of what he had planned. Where would be the fun in that for him? Because while you had been together with Freddy for a while, and he was capable of caring for you, Lord knows his needs came first, and bad jokes mixed with chances to mess with you were top priority for him.

Now how about where it went from there? You fall asleep and arrive to him in a dream as per usual.

You and he hooked up often, and you were expecting more of the same, and you had been right, tonight had been no exception. He wound you up in the usual fashion, talking on and on, getting closer and closer, the threat of him touching you teasing you long before he actually laid his hands on your skin. You were practically aching for it by the time he had you under him, his hands on your hips, blades of that glove chilling you through the thin nighty you had worn to bed. His mouth on your neck, bites and marks left on sensitive flesh, fingertips rough as they dipped below soft silk and dragged over you.

This non-gloved hand trailed ever lower until it came to rest between your thighs, his palm pressed to you, and you arched into the touch, pushing back against him, hungry for more contact already. He allowed it, pressing back onto you, permitting you to grind on his open hand, only once though before his hand pulled back, making you want to whine out in protest.

That want to protest was squashed when he pulled the crotch of your panties aside, you held your breath as you felt his fingers brush over bare damp skin, skating through your folds, another bite laid on your throat, and you waited to feel it. To feel his fingers slipping inside of you, and you waited with a barely restrained shiver of pure anticipation, “You want it?”

“Mmm” A positive hum from you, an attempt to squirm your hips, entice his fingers to plunge into you, but his gloved hand tightened on your hip and stopped that easily. You fully expected to feel it, feel his fingers inside of you, and instead you felt something entirely different. Him completely moving off of you.

“I feel like you can do better than that.”

You wanted to groan out in complete frustration, you just wanted him to touch you already, he was making you work for it. You sat up on the bed he has conjured and knocked you back onto earlier, you laughed out of surprise from what you saw.

Eyes landing on him, Freddy Krueger himself, sitting in a very comfortable looking chair, and decidedly not wearing his usual outfit. The red and green sweater was actually appropriate for once considering the holiday season but in the blink of an eye from him being off you to you sitting up he was dressed in a full Santa get-up, sans beard thank God, because THAT would be too much. You couldn’t help it, you laughed, immediately, hand covering your mouth. The laughter went on for almost too long, leaving you gasping for breath, when your hands fell away and the giggling stopped, you asked, “Freddy, what the fuck?”

“What?” He wasn’t wearing his usual glove, black leather gloves on both hands instead, he gestured with one of his hands, asking it in a voice of mock confusion. He knew damn well what, he was just playing dumb for the joke, he had to know how ridiculous he looked.

“What do you mean, what?! What are you wearing?” You exclaimed with a broad gesture of your hands. He laughed and shook his head before saying, “I’m trying to get into the holiday spirit. You always say I should be more generous, who’s more generous than that jolly old fuck?”

You had said that, but this wasn’t what you had in mind. There had to be something else to this. Something more to this bit. You were intrigued. You question it, “Sorry for the doubt here, Freddy, I just can’t believe you want to actually GIVE me something.”

He scoffed and seemed almost offended as he fired back to you,“What? I can’t want to give back on occasion?”

Anyone other than him? Sure that would make sense but there had to be something to this, there just HAD to be. It was up to you to figure out what he had in mind with this. He waved for you to come over, “C'mere.”

He smirked and said, air quotes and all, “Sit on ‘Santa’s’ lap and tell him whatcha want.”

You got up off the bed with a roll of your eyes, taking the step forward to be right in front of him, you asked, “And if I say no?”

One of his hands on your hip, grip firm and his other hand slipped between your thighs once more, pressing to your dripping core. You gasped, you were so sensitive, still very worked up and needy, and him touching you only reminded you of it.

He rubbed slow teasing circles over your clit, and you bit your bottom lip at the feeling, he took his time, touching and teasing you, letting you get a feel for it, feeling the warm low simmer pleasure inside. Then his fingers dipped lower, two diving inside your soaked hole and your eyes wanted to roll back at the feeling of it, you could feel it would be a challenge to stay standing and then before you could have another singular thought his fingers hooked, and he pulled you forward closer using his fingers inside of you.

You nearly stumbled, both hands flying out and resting on either side of his head on the back of the chair, much closer, he was looking up into your eyes and growled out, “Naughty girls, who refuse to ask for things properly, don’t get what they want for Christmas. They get sent home, with nothing.”

Oh, fuck. You hated the idea of that.

His fingers curled inside of you, pressing to that spot inside that made your blood sing, and you felt your resolve weaken. Knees weaken and eyes wish to roll back. You would have to go along with whatever thing he wanted if you had any hope of proper relief. The idea of waking up alone in the cold, dark of your bedroom, tangled in your sheets and futility attempting to give yourself even half the pleasure he could provide sounded truly awful. Your own fingers wouldn’t measure up, no where close to it, not even on an average day as of late, they consistently fell short; but after a night where he had his hands on you? Then it really was a joke, and one nearly as bad as the one he was currently foisting on you, certainly not a funny one to be sure.

His thumb brushed your clit as his fingers curled inside once more, and you breathed out his name and his fingers slipped out of you, and you cursed, wanting to beg for more.

He didn’t break eye contact, hand coming up, leather clad fingers slipping into his mouth and he gave a nod towards his lap that suggested, “Well?”

You hesitated still. Looking down at him, in that ridiculous soft red fabric, trimmed with fluffy white and the gloves and boots, Jesus, it was ludicrous.

He rolled his eyes with a huff and said, “I have a way to make it more…Enticing for you.”

Oh, did he?

He palmed himself through his pants, and that certainly got your attention, he chuckled from the reaction such a simple act pulled from you.

“Get that shit out of the way.” You did so, sliding the nightgown up, and then he quickly turned you around, and you heard the shuffle of clothes, and he pulled you down, he lined you up just right so when you sat down on his lap you were impaled on his cock. Your panties had still been pulled to the side, so there was nothing in the way. You couldn’t restrain the moan that spilled from your mouth, gasping his name, fully seated in his lap and on his cock, it felt fucking wonderful after so much build up.

Your back was pressed to his chest, his arms around you, one hand on your stomach and one groping one of your tits through your nightgown. God, yes, this was just what you had needed.

“Legs up, c’mon, hurry up.”

So fucking demanding. You did so anyway. Legs coming up, and his knees nudged your thighs further apart, holding your legs open, you were pinned to him, not able to move much. Couldn’t use your feet to bounce up and down, thighs pinned open by his legs, and his arms and hands crushing you to him.

Then.

The bastard didn’t do anything. He just stayed seated inside of you, buried all the way inside. You tried to move, attempted to ride him, get some friction, some anything, and he wasn’t giving in.

“Ah-ah, you have to ASK for what you want. You can’t just take it.”

You whimpered, eyes falling closed, fuck, he wasn’t making this easy at all tonight. You just wanted to ride him with reckless abandon until you came and saw stars, but if you wanted that, you had to give in.

“Oh, I know the problem.”

A questioning hum from you, and he nodded, he had leaned in closer still, you felt his hot breath in your ear, “The venue is all wrong. You need the right setting to get in the Christmas spirit.”

A snap of his fingers and it sounded different. You heard the sound of faint music, Christmas music, people talking, hustle and bustle and your brows furrowed before opening your eyes and being greeted with what could be only one thing.

A shopping mall. In the full swing of Christmas, shoppers and all. Fuck, he had done something like this once in a dream of yours, but nothing to this scale. You looked around, and your heart was pounding in your chest. You squirmed harder and tried to move to cover yourself, but when you attempted it, you realized that your wrists had been tied down with overly festive ribbon to the arms of the chair. You weren’t going anywhere. He moved his hips once, and you gasped again, he was pressed right to that amazing spot inside of you, fucking into you once, and only once before going right back to just soaking in your slick heat.

This was just a dream, only a dream, just you and he, everyone else here was an illusion, but that didn’t change the fact that it felt and sounded real. It felt like you were currently getting split open on his cock in public, you felt your face red-hot, embarrassed, ashamed, and terribly aroused.

“So…” He breathed into your ear, one of his hands on your thigh, sliding down, he kept talking,“Tell Santa what you want…”

You struggle to swallow, mouth dry, and his fingers found your clit, rubbing slowly, you clenched around him and let out a soft moan, you had to tell him, had to talk. The way he touched you, sunk all the way inside, it made it hard as hell to try and string together a sentence.

“Need some help?” He asked as his hips moved again, pulling out halfway before fucking up into you, two of his fingers pinched one of your nipples, rolling it between them, and you couldn’t hold back, a loud moan breaks out.

“Some gift suggestions?” Another brutal thrust, it made your back arch with a gasp and another moan, you nodded furiously, another swirl of his fingers, “How about I stuff your stocking?”

You couldn’t help it, you barked out a laugh and clenched down on him, and he thrust up into you again making that laugh break off and turn into a moan, he couldn’t help it, a chuckle of his own.

“Yeah, you’d like that. Even out here. Where anyone could see you. Fucking filthy bitch.” You were feeling so hot and bothered, you were filled with want and even though you still felt some trepidation, it was hard to get over the setting you wanted to, wanted to just give in. It was just a dream, no matter how real it felt, that is all it was.

“Pl-please? I-I want that.”

Another thrust, another moan, he tugged on your nipple, a small hum in your ear, “Oh? You are getting it, but you can still ask better than that.”

Fuck.

You could, couldn’t you?

You wanted it badly enough, you could ask him properly.

Shame is overrated.

“Fuck me, dear fucking God, please! I don’t care where we are, fuck me-” You shifted in his lap, grinding down as best you could in your current position, tugging on the ribbons restraining you, and you were rewarded. His hips slamming up into yours.

“Good girl.”

You got just what you asked for. After so much teasing and build up, it didn’t take you long at all. After a few short minutes of him fucking into you, dirty talk breathed into your ear, about what a nasty slut you were for begging him to fuck you in public like this, you were already reaching your end. A moaning and writhing wreck, gasping out his name, an attempt to warn him, and his hips slowed.

“Better think carefully about this, kitten.”

“Wh-what?” You moaned, upset he was slowing down, he bit down on your ear, you winced, and he said, “You asked me to fuck you. And I’m a man of my word, but you never asked to cum.”

Oh, God! Damn him and his specificity at times. Even with him slowing, you were still climbing, getting closer and closer.

“Ah! Fre-Freddy! It-ahh-it-” He laughed before mocking you, still slowly paced but not stopping. “It-it-Spit it out, bitch!”

Asshole. Unrelenting asshole.

“It was implied!” You cried out. That got his hips to stop for a moment, fingers rubbing your clit still, a loud laugh from him, “Implied?! No way. You asked to get fucked, you’re getting that, a very nice gift if you ask me. But cumming too? What a selfish little thing! Wanting two presents.Who do you think you are?”

When his hips started up again you gasped, you were right there, pulled to the edge so suddenly, if you were going to with permission you needed to act now.

“Please! Fuc-Can I?” He hummed like he was thinking it over, fingers slipping over your wet clit just right as he responded, “Hmm, I just don’t know…”

And you opened your mouth to beg again, and it was too late. You couldn’t stop it if you tried.

You came.

It felt fucking incredible, you shook in his grip and the way he had been hitting both spots so damn well you ended up squirting too. A mess on your inner thighs, and on his pants and the floor in front of the chair. He was nice enough to fuck you through your high, he could have ruined your orgasm since you stole it without permission, but it was the holidays, and he was in a giving mood after all. You were panting on the come down, and his hands were on your hips, you were leaning back into him, a kiss on your neck, he muttered to you, “Was it good?”

A nod, you felt boneless and simply wonderful, still coming down. “S-so good.”

You confirmed and he chuckled lightly before saying. “Good.”

A pause.

“Because you are going to have to pay for that.”

What?

Oh damn, that is right! He never told you, that you could.

He lifted you up, sliding himself out of you and the ribbons were untied, you were thrown over his lap so quickly, his hand came down on your ass and you yelped. “Naughty girl, I give you a gift and that isn’t good enough, so you STEAL another one. Guess you need to be taught a lesson.”

You bit your bottom lip as his hand connected again, here’s hoping it was worth it because he was going to make you pay for it.

“Merry Christmas slut.”

Chapter Text

Buddy Swanson was a hard-working guy.

Passionate was one of the most apt descriptors you had for him. He had such a difficult life growing up before you met him. It had taken a long time to get the full story, but you had, he had filled you in about Centre Stage, and Roger and Camilla and his mother and just why he hated theatre so badly and all of it.

One of the things that helped him through those awful times was cooking.

He threw himself into it and developed his skills and worked hard, one of the things that had helped was accepting a job at Camp Clear Vista and with that job, of course, meeting Sam Wescott.

Sam had hired Buddy based on his previous experience from Centre Stage, being lead cook for so many years was impressive, and Buddy didn’t disappoint. They both ended up becoming great friends, Sam was a hard worker himself and appreciated Buddy’s work ethic and how funny he was, that he knew how to let go and have a good time at the end of the day and how he could push him out of his shell. Buddy appreciated how difficult a position Sam was in, running his family’s summer camp after what happened to them was a tall task, and he admired how he took it in stride and with a smile, doing everything he could to do it right and keep it going as close as it was before.

Buddy had started the job pretty soon after moving to America, fleeing Canada after the events of Centre Stage, he lived at the camp obviously, it was a sleep away camp after all. So when camp finished he needed to find a place to live, Sam helpfully suggested letting him stay with him while he found a place, and they just found that they were so compatible living together that instead they both looked for and found a new place, a positively perfect two bedrooms. Buddy got a great job at a restaurant and felt like everything couldn’t be better.

Life was finally good.

Then the next summer, Sam wasn’t driving up to camp by himself, Buddy was with him. It worked out well, there was a program at the restaurant he worked at to give people fresh out of culinary school some real restaurant experience and training, which freed Buddy up to go work at camp in the summer. He intended to keep this habit up as long as Sam did, he was excited about another summer, it was good and fulfilling work, and then something unexpected happened that made his life and to be fair, Sam’s life, infinitely better.

They met you.

You had been hired as a fellow counsellor, and it just kinda ended up happening over the summer. You liked them both, they both liked you, it was all talked about, everyone knew about it, and it ended up working out. Not only that, but you all just clicked so well and brought out the best in each other.

It had to be the best summer of your life.

Days spent running around in the sunshine and swimming and games, activities and looking after campers. And nights spent with either Sam or Buddy or of course both, stargazing and dinners, drinks and stories around the fire and of course much more adult activities.

You all didn’t want to stop seeing each other after the summer.

So you didn’t and suddenly that perfect two-bedroom apartment wasn’t as perfect because you weren’t living there. You spent more nights there than you didn’t. Holidays approaching, and you all agreed that in the New Year that apartment hunting was in order.

You were excited as fuck to move in with them. But for now you enjoyed what you had, spending the night was fun.

Buddy was working at the restaurant tonight, it was later than normal. Where he worked had a reputation as being a great venue for people’s holiday parties and December was usually packed with events, he had been working so damn hard. There had been some nights where you and Sam had a date night, and Buddy had every intention of joining you when he got home. He’d come in and greet you both with a kiss, you’d be watching a movie or something, and he’d take the armchair near the couch and end up passing out right there. Or another night he grabbed a shower soon as he came in and went to his room after to get changed and when you and Sam came in, mid-make out, hot and heavy, you were walking backwards, tugging on Sam’s collar as you pulled him along, both stumbling into Buddy’s room to again find him asleep.

You and Sam ended up in his room instead that night.

You could tell Buddy was annoyed about it too. He loved his job and the work he did, but being worked so aggressively this month and having no energy at the end of the day. Him passing out so frequently and missing out and getting to spend time with you and Sam was starting to get to him.

He missed you a lot.

Thankfully, he was about to get some time off. He was working late to wrap up dessert preparations for this holiday party that was happening tomorrow. It was a closed off private event, the rest of the place would be closed to the public so not as much staff was needed, he had been putting in so much extra time he had earned a few days off.

You and Sam had picked up a lot more skills in the kitchen being with Buddy, so tonight you two had conspired to put some of those skills to work, making dinner for you to wrap up and bring to Buddy’s work to have before you brought him home. He was usually starving after work, but he had fallen into the bad habit of passing out with no dinner from being so tired, bringing him dinner and having him eat before taking him home would hopefully help give him enough energy to actually stay up for your date night. You wanted to celebrate the time off and him getting to spend some proper time with you again.

You found yourself now walking up the back alley behind the restaurant, bundled up, boots crunching through the snow.

Soon you were in front of the back door and knocked loudly. The door swung open, and you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend, Buddy Swanson himself, he smiled upon seeing you and held the door open, gesturing for you to come inside, “Hey you. Been a while, get in here.”

“Hi Buddy.”

You took the one step up and paused in the doorway, one hand on his chest as you leaned up and kissed him. It was meant to be a quick kiss hello, but in classic Buddy fashion it didn’t stay that way. His hand came to the back of your neck, fingers gripping the soft scarf you had on, and he pulled you closer, he deepened the kiss, you returned it easily, not at all upset at him escalating it so soon. You missed him, missed this. He had pushed you so your back hit the door frame, pressing you against it, kissing you deeply, grip tightening on the back of your neck, your tongue ran over his bottom lip before nipping it playfully, and he groaned against your mouth.

You broke the kiss and his forehead pressed to yours, a quiet, “Fuck.” -breathed out before he allowed himself to pull away. You looked up at him as he stood up straight again, hand smoothing out his apron, you couldn’t help letting out a little laugh from how badly you had gotten to him so quickly. This would be unreasonably fun.

“Missed me that much, hmmm?” You asked playfully.

He scoffed with a roll of his eyes and a laugh of his own, “Obviously.”

You shivered a little, still standing in the open doorway, and he took your hand, pulling you inside, letting the door close behind you two.

“C’mon, I’m almost done.”

You shouldn’t really be doing this. You didn’t work here, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be bringing his S/O in the back of house after hours, but no one else was here and you both liked the idea of doing things you weren’t supposed to.

Being back here with him reminded you of camp with him. The afternoons and nights you would visit Buddy as he worked, and everything that happened in that kitchen other than cooking. He led you back to where he was working, walking you past the dish pit and stove tops and polished metal tables to one that was covered in trays.

“Well, look at all of this. You’ve been busy.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” He said with a laugh picking up the piping bag and resuming his work, you watched him for a minute, unwrapping your scarf and unzipping your coat, mittens pulled off and stuffed in your pockets.

Your eyes took in the trays scattered about, Buddy had been working tirelessly on improving his dessert making skills and had been working more with the pâtisserie at the restaurant and the work had clearly paid off.

“So, what is all this?” You asked as you shrugged your coat off and dropped it on an empty table behind you, hat pulled off too now. He seemed to brighten at that. He was always excited to share his work with you, he enthusiastically began explaining what was what, gesturing to different desserts, talking about some of the process and challenges they presented, how he had impressed his mentor and how he impressed him so much he had trusted him to finish up on his own. It all sounded delicious and looked even better.

It reminded you of the food you brought. He had finished up decorating the last one and set the piping bag down, wiping his hands off on a rag, and you held up the bag, “Dinner before you clean up?”

“Oh fuck yes! I’m starving, thank you.” He came around the table and took the bag you offered, he leaned down, a kiss pressed to your forehead, and he set the bag down, pulling out the Tupperware and fork you had brought him. It was still warm as he opened the lid, asking, “You and Sam make this?”

You were smiling as you watched him, leaning back on the table as you responded, “You know it.”

Nerves were always common when it came to this. Buddy was so talented, and you were always worried about whatever you made measuring up. You watched as he brought up the first forkful and tried it, holding your breath for a moment, and then his reaction made all that hard work worth it. His eyes rolled back a little, with a satisfied groan, hand coming up to cover his mouth still partially full as he spoke, “Fuckin’ hell. Did you two make the pasta from scratch?”

You recalled earlier that afternoon with Sam, both making dough and cursing as you fussed over the pasta maker, trying to remember exactly how Buddy showed you how to do it. You and Sam figured it out eventually, and seeing how he reacted now, it made you feel happy and proud.

“Yeah we did!” You and Sam had made him pasta from scratch as well as the tomato sauce and put in some sausage too, you had both already had a plate earlier and had liked it but still weren’t sure Buddy would like it.

It was foolish to be honest, of course he would love it, he understood the two of you were amateur cooks and were held to a different standard, plus you two were very important to him, the idea of turning his nose up at something you both had made with love and care was unthinkable. Buddy showed his love often through food and of course appreciated when you and Sam reciprocated.

He stuck the fork back into the food and strode over to you, scooping you up into a hug, swinging you a little, you laughed until he set you down, and you asked, “So it’s good?”

“So good! You and Sam are improving a lot. Thank you.” He praised you a little more as he ate, obviously happy as he ate, expressing the sentiment that he felt so very lucky to have a pair of S/O’s that were not only so damn funny and sweet and beautiful but could also cook too.

Once he had finished up dinner, he just had to run one load of dishes through and put the trays of the finished desserts in the fridge and he could go.

You were eyeing the desserts as he loaded up the dishwasher, you couldn’t help it and when Buddy came back over, wiping his hands on a clean dish rag after having washed his hands, it was like he read your mind when he asked, “You want some?”

“Oh really? Can I?” You asked, and he smiled, his head cocked to the side as he said, “Course. I thought ahead. I made some just for us to take home.”

So thoughtful as per usual. He crouched and pulled out a box from under the counter and opened it up, showing it off, several of the different desserts sitting inside, they looked delectable. “Awe Buddy! Thank you, I can’t wait to try em.”

“Well, why don’t we have one now?” He was looking at you in that one particular way that you positively loved.

He was leaning on one hand that was on the table-top, looking you over, slight smirk, towel thrown over his shoulder. You knew that look well, it was the same one on his face before he kissed you that first sun soaked afternoon in the kitchen at camp. It was playful and flirty look, a tad mischievous too. It was the kind of look that invited you to be playful, and you run with it, “Fuck it. Why not!”

You said, leaning over the box, peering at the confectionary inside before looking up to him. “And what pray-tell does the chef recommend?”

He came around behind you, one hand on your hip as he leaned over your shoulder, a quiet hum as he considered it. “I thiiiink… That you would like this one best.”

He reached over you and into the box. His chest felt warm against your back, and he picked up one of the treats by the wrapper underneath. His hand on your shoulder, leaning back a bit, and he turned you around, you were close to him, looking up at him.

“May I?” He asked as he held out the dessert, and you certainly couldn’t say no to him, you never could, and you allowed him to feed it to you. It felt surprisingly intimate. This wasn’t the first time that something like this happened. You recalled a similar incident at the apartment, where making pizza had turned into a hell of a lot more.

The dessert was amazing, chocolate and cream and fruit all intermingling in this perfectly balanced dance of flavour and texture on your tongue. You couldn’t restrain your moan at the taste, and he smirked at that, Buddy was a lot of things, and one of those things he had in abundance was confidence.

It was a bit messy.

Some of the sweet cream and some smudges of chocolate ended up on his fingers, and your hand closed around his wrist, making unbroken eye contact as you sucked the sweetness from his digits. You could see something in that look of his change, something a little darker, you loved when that side came out to play.

He let out a hum, watching as your tongue rolled between his fingers before sucking them rather obscenely. One of your legs between his, thigh pressed between them, and he let out a sigh before pulling his hand away from you, he felt hard already. Wet fingers slipped down, and he gripped your throat, making you gasp. He was always rougher than Sam was, and it had been so long since you got to have this, have him, that it hit harder than usual.

“You sure you want to do that?” Playing dumb seemed like a fun idea, and so you did. “Mmm do what Buddy?”

He chuckled and shook his head, those soft looking brown curls of his bouncing as he did. “So that is how you want to play it tonight? Be an awful tease?”

You bit your bottom lip as his grip tightened and yeah that did sound good, so good if it would get him to treat you like how you wanted to be treated. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

He let go of your throat and his mouth was on yours so quickly. Kissing you deeply, your arms thrown around his neck, the make out progressed quickly.

You had missed him terribly, were in desperate need and so was he, it had been weeks and while you had Sam of course he hadn’t had either of you, just been too busy and he needed this. He dipped down, and his hands came under your thighs, and he lifted you up, setting you on the mostly empty table that just had your winter clothing on it. He ground on you and the friction felt incredible at that moment, you ground back on him for a second. His kisses were hungry and desperate, and then you felt something you never had before.

Something cold and hard, unrelenting on your thigh. You had worn a skirt and high socks that peeked out of the top of your knee-high boots, and you felt something sliding over the exposed expanse of skin between the top of your sock and the bottom of your skirt. One of your hands in his curls you tugged, getting him to break the kiss, and you looked down to see one of his strong hands gripping your thigh tightly, the other hand dragging the flat part of the blade of a knife over your skin.

Your heart had never beat harder.

His mouth was on your neck, your eyes never left the knife. He moved it slowly and carefully. You had no idea when he had picked it up or his intention with it. He bit down on the side of your throat, your hips bucked slightly at the jolt of heat that sent to your quickly damping core, and he laughed into the crook of your neck.

“Like it that much, hmm?” The knife moved and was soon resting on your inner thigh, and he tapped it there, you spread your legs wider as you stammered, trying to tell him that no, of course you didn’t, but you couldn’t.

The words just wouldn’t come out because they would be a lie. You did like this.

A surprising amount.

Heart pounding, sweating, palms slick, pulse racing, already breathing harder. You couldn’t help it. The danger of it was arousing. The cold steel on your skin that was heating up so quickly was getting to you so badly. Him kissing over your neck was making it worse too, he sucked on the skin where your neck met your shoulder, and you arched into him, whispering his name, voice strained with sheer need, “Buddy…”

“I think you’re ready.” Before you had a chance to ask what he meant he had fallen to his knees in between your spread thighs, he pushed your skirt up higher and the sight of this was too hot to handle. Him looking up at you through his curls, mouth on your inner thigh, hand on your leg near your ankle and his other hand holding the knife to your opposite leg, dangerously close to the edge of your panties. His mouth trailed down, taking his time, and he pressed the flat of the blade to the damp crotch of your panties, and you shivered from the shift in temperature, and he smirked against your skin. You resisted the urge to grind on the knife and instead tried to just enjoy the light pressure it provided. Just sit there and take it and hope he will give you more soon.

His hand slid up your leg and his fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties, and you watched, he paused for emphasis, building the tension. Regardless of what he said about it, Lord knows Buddy had a flair for the dramatic, theatre kid still somewhere inside of him, and then finally he cut the fabric in two, exposing your dripping slit to him.

Your legs were shaking, fear and arousal both running through you, he leaned in, and his tongue finally ran over your clit causing you to moan his name, wanting to arch your hips to get more of your mouth on him, but he pulled back when you tried, “Ah-ah. Might want to re-think moving too much.”

He had adjusted the knife. The sharp edge held to you, biting slightly into your plush thigh and your eyes were wide, and he leaned back in. Another pass of his tongue that then turned into his mouth closing around your clit, a slow suck that ended with a swirl of his tongue over you, and you fought hard not to move a single muscle.

He spoke against your soaked flesh, looking up at you, knife pressed just a bit closer, and your breath caught in your throat.

“I missed this far too much. I’m gonna take my time, and you aren’t going to stop me, baby.”

Another lick that made you desperate to squirm, and he kept going, “I need you to be good and stay nice and still. Let me do what I want to. I trust you to be a good girl and control yourself, but this-” He gestured to the knife with a tilt of his head, glancing at it for a moment, making you do the same as he finished the thought, “-is just extra incentive for you to be good for me.”

Your hands gripped the table’s edge. White knuckled, and he licked over your whole slit again, a breathless laugh before saying, “Better hold on tight.”

Fuck.

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People never focused on Lester as much as they should. His brothers always stole all the attention when their parents were still around, not even for his own birthday did he get much of anything special. When you came into the picture, you knew you had to change that, you wanted to focus on him the entire day and make him feel the place of importance he had taken in your life.

Lester was expecting it to pass by without much comment or fanfare, as it usually did, doubly so because you didn’t tell him you had anything in mind. You found out it was his birthday by accident and kept that small detail to yourself, you thought the element of surprise would help you out immensely.

You had many plans for Lester, but before you could do anything, you had to wake him up.

First order of business. Getting out of bed without waking him. You glanced over, and he was facing away from you. Perfect. You pulled the blankets back carefully, and slipped out of bed, creeping to the door, you threw a look back over your shoulder, and he had rolled onto his back-

Still asleep.

Even better for what you had in mind.

You sneaked out and down the hall to the bathroom, you had stashed what you needed in the cupboard the night before. You got ready quickly, slipping out of your oversized t-shirt and into the rather skimpy lingerie you had managed to get your hands on.

While looking yourself over in the mirror, you had to admit, you looked great. Better than great, fucking hot. Putting your hair back and adding the finishing touch.

With nimble fingers you are taking the top off the tube, twisting the bottom and being greeted with that deep red lipstick. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you applied it, smoothing the crimson and buttery textured makeup over your lips, and then you were ready to go.

You sneaked back in. He was still asleep, thank fuck for that. You closed the door behind you and made your way to the bed. You gripped the sheet and slowly pulled it back, he never slept in much, a white tank top and his underwear, this made your job infinitely easier.

The sheet dropped on the floor, and you slowly got onto the bed, you were careful not to rouse him, crawling over him, between his legs, your hands on his hips and you started slowly. Leaning down, starting to mouth him through his underwear, taking your time. Whenever he stirred a little too much you stopped, eyes glued to his face, mouth still pressed to him but pausing your ministrations on him. Whenever you were sure he wasn’t going to wake, you continued.

Once he was hard your fingers hooked in his waistband, and you slowly pulled them down off his hips, once his cock bobbed free your mouth made contact with hot bare flesh.

Your tongue ran up his length, sliding up until you are teasing the small area where the head of his cock met his shaft, and you watched the pleasure play out on his features as you pulled him from his slumber. You kissed the tip, tongue peeking out from between your lips and continuing to tease him. His eyes finally opened, and he looked down at you, and you couldn’t hold back your smile, saying in that playful sing-song tone, “Morning Les.”

Your hands had worked his underwear down his thighs and now one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around the base of his shaft, your mouth closed around his head, and you sucked once, he smiled with a slight shaky groan as he responded, “Mornin’ hon.”

You pulled him out of your mouth, tongue swirling over the head, tucking some hair behind your ear before saying, still light and sweet, “Happy birthday.”

He let out a breathy chuckle and shifted his weight, you slipped him back between your painted red lips and that stilled his movement with a groan. “This is for my-ugh-birthday?”

You slide him back out as you say, “Well I’d do this on any morning but yeah.”

“Yer too good to me.”

He deserved it. That overwhelmed and blissed out smile seemingly wouldn’t leave his face, you loved that. You took your time, pulling him more into your mouth again, the hand working as an extension of your mouth, twisting and stroking slowly, allowing some of the spit to leak out of your mouth, you spreading it over him as lube.

You encouraged him to relax, and he seemed all too pleased. He listened, his hands came up in a gesture that suggested- “Alright, I’ll let you do your own thing.”

And you liked that he gave over that control and allowed that. Engulfing more of him into your mouth, tongue running up over the back of his shaft, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing on the up stroke, wrist moving, twisting your hand, you enjoyed the sounds you were pulling from him.

The smiles and light mood didn’t last.

Slowly as the minutes pressed on it changed.

You were relentless in your assault with your mouth on him. Sucking and licking, taking him deeply for a few passes before pulling him out and teasing him gently once more.

He couldn’t stay still, he was seemingly restless now, squirming, moaning, panting. One of his hands fisted in the sheets, one hand behind him, gripping the headboard, you had teased him perfectly. Edging him lightly. Taking him deeply and going with a much harder grip and pace, and then easing up again, pulling him out of your mouth to instead kiss over the head.

He had attempted to buck up into your mouth and the hand still on his hip prevented that, you tsk’d and moved away. One hand pumping his shaft, purposefully avoiding his sensitive head, coming down and kissing over his exposed hip bone, leaving red imprints there. The lipstick you had on was messed up, smeared and made you look so much hotter to him. The smears of the makeup, rings of red over his aching cock, straining in your grip, was quite the sight.

“Ya alright up there, Lester?” You teased, you knew you were in for it, positive he’d get you back for this in his own way somehow. That once you were done, and he had recovered enough you would regret this, but for now you were enjoying a little too much. He groaned, head tipping back, voice strained, “M, ah, fine! Shit, please-”

That same sing-song tone from before leaves you again, “Please what, Lester?”

You twisted your wrist again, grip tightening in a way that made him keen for once and his thighs tense, a somewhat and barely annoyed groan again, “You kno-ow what!”

“No, I don’t.” You hum out playing dumb, and he tries again, “Lemme cum, M’ dyin’ please-”

He couldn’t stay still at all now. You adored it, watching him struggle, he was panting and writhing all for you, he was almost begging by this point, a chant of- “Please, please, plea-”

Just leaving his mouth as you had him again, mouth sliding up and down, taking him deeply, stroking him as you did. He was so close, you could tell, he pulsed on your tongue, and you pulled back up again just a moment too soon.

Hand and mouth off him. His arm thrown over his eyes, another whine, and you couldn’t stop your smile. Hands trailed down his sides and over his hips, nails lightly dragging over him, he moved his arm, looking up at you and that look he gave you, fuck, he was so needy.

You gripped his leaking cock again and started to stroke him slowly, a small smirk playing at your red lips as he groaned, and you reassured him, “Oh don’t worry. I’ll let you cum this time. Probably.”

It was his birthday, but it felt like you were the one getting the gift here.

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He had far too much fun with this. Leslie was a playful kind of guy, and this was such a surprisingly enjoyable game for him.

However, it was discovered accidentally.

He had a thing for hooking up in places you both probably shouldn’t be. For a guy whose career is largely built around killing people he caught in the act of having pre-martial sex and similar such debauchery, he sure seemed to love and get off on it himself. The amount of times when an ‘innocent’ date became so much more than that was notable to say the least. I mean, you enjoyed it too, so you weren’t about to complain. You liked the danger just as much and found yourself initiating often.

The thing was about doing something like this as often as you did, that you were bound to get caught eventually.

It couldn’t have been at a worse time, either.

It had begun with the two of you out on one of those aforementioned dates. A movie, seemingly empty, have you ever had one of those days? Where you get a whole theatre to yourself? Some weekday matinée on a day off of yours.

You kissed him, soft and sweet, slow, it didn’t stay that way, he escalated it. A hand on your knee, deepening that kiss as his touch moves up your leg, when his knuckles brushed over the exposed skin on your thigh, nudging between your knees you pulled back with a breathless laugh- “What are you doing?”

His mouth on your neck, a soft moan crossing your lips, you could feel that impish grin against your throat, a light laugh of his own, more kisses, nipping at your skin before saying, “What? No one else is here.”

Your thighs tightened, trying to slow his hand, his other hand is immediately on your opposite leg, his grip is strong, and you aren’t able to stop him. He spread your legs, forcing them apart, that made you pulse unexpectedly. Whenever he showed off his strength like this, you couldn’t help the small sound that you let out in response, you speak hush and hurried, “Not the point I was trying to make! Leslie we-”

You tried to close your legs again and his grip tightened, holding them open, he bit down on the side of your throat, and it made your sentence stop dead-cutting off with quiet- “-oh.”

He pulled back just a little, he looked at you in that way that made you swallow hard, “We what? ‘We shouldn’t?’ All the more reason if you ask me.”

Fucking heaven above, the way he said that, that teasing and mocking way he uttered ‘We shouldn’t?’ my God, if you weren’t wet before you certainly were now.

“Now. Be good and keep em spread for me.” He said it firmly, a statement, not a question.

You listened.

He was leaned in close to you, one of his hands sliding up, resting between your spread thighs, under your skirt, palm cupping your already wet cunt through your underwear. You caught yourself admiring his hands often, they were very well worked and capable, and of course for this reason right here, how he used them on you just this well.

He started off touching you through the thin material, teasing you lightly through the quickly dampening fabric. You would attempt to protest further, but it felt so good, how could you? Why would you?

The lights dimmed. Advertisements started up.

“Bet I can make you cum before the movie starts.”

Well now that sounded like a wager you could get behind. If you were doing this, and you were, he had started, and you were sure he had no intention of stopping, not when he got his mind set on something, and there was no one else here.

You’d be an idiot not to take him up on the offer.

He was too fucking good at it.

You lost yourself in it. At some point he had moved his hand into your panties, and he touched you just so, circling your clit and fingers dipping inside, curling and dragging over that spot that made your legs tense.

It was no contest.

You were breathing hard, trying to rein in your moans, no one was in here, but you were still trying not to get caught. Leslie was being well Leslie and trying to get you to make some sounds, and he was succeeding as expected of him.

The pleasure built quickly, you were almost there, your nails were biting into the armrests on either side of you, eyes squeezed shut, you breathed his name in warning.

He didn’t slow, your chest rising and falling, nearly there, about to tip over and then-

It happened too quickly.

His arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to him, your face ending up in the crook of his neck, his hand slipping out of your panties, meeting your outer thigh, forcing your legs closed and tightly together.

You wanted to groan out in protest, being left on the very edge like that, before you could even consider protesting he whispered in your ear, “Shhhh. Someone else just came in. Play it cool.”

You pulled back and looked and yeah another couple came in. So much for being alone. Worst timing in the fucking world. Once that other couple was seated a few rows ahead you were tempted to beg him to finish you off, you could be quiet when needed. Before you could though his hand on your thigh squeezed gently, his fingers were still wet from having just been inside of you as he whispered, “Be patient. I’m not done with you.”

Should have known better. Leslie always prefers when he can hear you and true while you would have been quieter due to your public setting he still would have gotten what he wanted. Getting you off with other people so close you wouldn’t have been able to hear you at all, and that simply wouldn’t do.

You nearly shivered from what he said, and you settled back into your seat, crossing your legs and getting ready for the longest movie going experience of your life.

He had timed it perfectly. If that couple didn’t come in, you would have before the movie actually started.

Now, he didn’t mean for it to happen. Really he didn’t. He could have sworn at this time on a weekday you two would have been alone, but sometimes things happen, everyone, even the great Leslie Vernon himself made mistakes.

But this didn’t turn out to be a mistake.

Not really.

He had enjoyed the movie a lot. You thought he didn’t notice, but of course he did, he was observant. He was always paying attention, especially when you were around and you, throughout the whole movie, were tense.

When the movie was done, and you had gotten back in the car, he could tell you were restraining yourself. You somehow made it back to his place, and when he finally got you back there, you were so amazingly-what would be a good word-receptive. It all seemed heightened for you, frantic, needy, so eager to please and when he finally did make you cum, it didn’t take long once he got started, when he did, and he brought you relief you were the most beautiful sight.

How you arched and cried out his name below him, something was just different enough about it to pique his curiosity.

So an experiment was needed.

He had to make sure it wasn’t just some kind of fluke, and why not do it? Just for the fun of it.

Another similar event.

He initiated something, it was hot and fun, intense, he got you close and oops-you were interrupted again. “Weird, right?”

What a coincidence. Lord knows, he would never plan something like that on purpose.

It worked.

He pushed it further. He managed to sneak another edge in, well-timed once more, having to cut it short before you would be exposed. You took a little convincing, your nails biting into your palms, you looked like you wanted to finish yourself off right there, he held his hand out and urged you, that same slight edge to it that did you in every time, “Come on, you don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you?”

You bit your bottom lip and with a shake of your head you took his hand and allowed him to help you up. A laugh and a shake of his head as he pulled you close to him as he said, “Thought so.”

Couldn’t stay still, you kept shifting your weight all night, trying to find a comfortable position where your soaked panties weren’t sticking to you so damn closely. Weren’t teasing you and giving unwanted extra friction to your already too sensitive self.

When he got you alone later on, you were practically vibrating with need. He took one look at you, eyes dragging up and down your nearly trembling form and with a lopsided smirk he said, “Get on your knees.”

And you did so, dropping to your knees in the damp grass, and you fussed with his belt with shaking hands, and soon he was in your mouth. He found his own release with his fingers in your hair. You had nearly sucked the life out of him and almost brought him to his knees in kind. Turns out a little edging and denial turned you, an already good little cocksucker, into an insatiable dick hungry slut. You fucked your own mouth and throat on his ample length, spit ran down your chin and neck, and soon he came into your mouth, and you showed him your tongue coated with the evidence of his pleasure before swallowing it all back.

You worked him over with a fervent passion previously unseen from you, and he liked it.

Well, obviously it wasn’t just a mistake or a one time thing.

So this was his new game now. Seeing how many times he could manage to edge you, bring you so close before giving you what you wanted. He wanted to see you break. Wanted to see how far he could push your resolve, and wanted to see what it would take for you to not be able to stand it any longer and beg him for your release.

Today was going to be that day.

He could feel it.

Previously he would always let you cum before leaving, making sure you were spent and satisfied, he was doing this and enjoying the fuck out of it but didn’t want to let on to the fact that he was.

You hadn’t picked up on it. But last night. Last night he didn’t. He left you hanging, literally.

There were gallows at Eugene and Jamie’s for ‘training’ purposes. You had your hands curled around the rope of the noose, holding on to it for dear life. He had already edged you a few times throughout the day, it was a little funny to him that you hadn’t caught on yet considering how often the two of you and been ‘conveniently interrupted’ but he wasn’t going to question a good thing. You were so damn close, and then he cut it short once again. You nearly wanted to scream from frustration.

Not only that, but you didn’t take care of yourself that night because you knew that it wouldn’t be as good as when he did it. So what would be the point? It would be more depressing than satisfying. A regret instead of a relief.

I mean, sure, you felt like you were literally on fucking fire and were leaking like a faucet and couldn’t stop thinking about him and the pulsing need between your aching thighs, but you persisted.

You waited. He knew that you would too. He knew you so well, of course you waited for him.  Now you were fucking starving for it already when you met up, but he wouldn’t give in so easily.

He teased you with the threat of it. Maybe too much, I suppose it depends on your definition of too much. Was nearly all day too much?

It certainly was for you.

You finally gave him what he wanted.

Your back pressed against one of the beams in the barn, your head was currently swimming as you were mid-makeout. One of his legs between yours, you were grinding on him, unashamedly and utterly desperate. He attempted to pull away for what had to be the fifth fucking time that afternoon, and you’d finally had enough. It was too much. Your hands fisted in his shirt, and you tugged, keeping him close to you, not wanting to lose contact for even a second.

“Les-please!”

That small smirk, his hands on your waist, he pressed his leg harder into you and let out a strained moan as he asked, in a faux innocent tone,“You okay, baby?”

You shifted your hips and a bit back another moan, it was hard to string together a coherent sentence when all you could think of was your throbbing cunt. Another grind that had you gasp out the word, “Fine!”

All you could manage after that was a, “Fuc-please?”

You sounded so good to him like this. Brushing some of your hair aside, his forehead was nearly pressed to yours as he asked, “Please what?”

He knew damn well what, but it wasn’t good enough, not yet. He needed to hear it. You whined, head resting against the wooden beam you were against, you clearly needed to be pushed just a little further. He dropped to his knees in front of you, strong hands gripping your hips, looking up at you as he prompted, “Is this what you need?”

His mouth pressed to you through your clothes and that was enough to make you gasp, hands on his shoulders, a furious nod. He shook his head with a laugh, a tsk before saying, “No, no. If you really want it, you gotta use your words. Guess you don’t want it that badly-”

He made an attempt to get up, and that was unthinkable. You had him here in front of you, he was close to you, about to give you just what you needed, you spoke up, cutting him off.

“No! I-I’m sorry, please, please, fuck, stay?”

You sounded so in need. It certainly had his attention, he remained on his knees, looking up at you. You kept going.

“I need it, okay? Need you, I-I can’t focus, can’t do anything! All I’ve been thinking about since last night is this-”

And as you began begging, his hands started to move, slowly starting to remove what was still on below your waist. Your voice wavered but didn’t stop, your heart pounding, you were so excited, you couldn’t mess this up, not now. “Oh, you NEED me, do you?”

Another nod, his fingers brushed over your clothed slit and your hips arched into his touch, another moan accompanied your admission, “Yes! I need it Les, fuck! Please, please, fingers, your tongue-fucking all of it.”

A kiss finally pressed to you through your panties and the moan you let out, my God, talk about wanton and laced with desire. You were shaking by this point, you couldn’t recall a time you wanted something more, he finally decided to slip your panties down and when you felt his bare fingers brush against you?

You sobbed.

Literally.

He made you fucking cry with need, with the sheer weight of the desire he had whipped up inside of you, eyes shut tight, hot tears sliding down your cheeks. A deep shuddering breath that ended in another fucking gasp and a cry of his name as his hands cradling your hips titled you closer and his tongue ran over your aching clit.

He never thought it would go this well. Actually making you cry with how badly you needed him? An amazing feeling. What power and control he had over you at this moment. What a fun game, it might be his new favourite.

He let out a moan of his own against you from your taste, he pulled back, and you whimpered, looking down at him, fuck that look in his eye, oh you knew you had him now.

“Desperation tastes so good on you.”

And mercifully he leaned in again, this time he didn’t stop. You still didn’t take the chance and practically begged him the entire time, but all that did was fuel him. Your cries of ‘please’ and of his name and curse after curse filled the open space in the barn. Of course, one wasn’t enough.

I mean, what is an edge, really? Getting almost impossibly close to the promise of an orgasm and denying it, and let’s just say he made a lot of promises he had every intention of making good on.

And much later, when you were picking hay off of your sweat slick legs, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this was your new favourite game too. You couldn’t help it as you had the thought later that night back at home.

“How would he react to b

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You had spent such a long time getting ready for tonight.

But it was so very worth it. Rather, he was so very worth it.

You looked yourself over in the full length mirror. You looked fucking incredible. Turning slowly, admiring yourself, he had picked your outfit for tonight, paid for it himself and whatever else you needed. He told you money was no object, and it certainly never seemed to be with him.

See, it was New Year's Eve and you had a party to attend. A very nice party, probably nicer than any you had ever been to.

A ding from your phone, you picked it up off the nearby table. He was here. You shrugged on your coat and gave yourself one last look before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Door locked and now in the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor with a manicured finger. Humming lightly to yourself, looking your nails over as you descended.

To say you were excited was an understatement. You loved getting to see him and the holidays were crazy with his line of work, you didn’t see him nearly as much as you’d have liked this past month. Soon the elevator doors slid open and out you stepped, heels clacking over the polished tiles of the lobby of the apartment building you lived in.

You stepped out into the cold evening air of downtown, smile crossing your painted lips to see him waiting for you, leaning against the town car hands in his coat pockets, grin widening when he saw you.

“Hey.” You called to him with a coy smile, he held a hand up signalling you to stop, you did, a few feet in front of him.

Next he signalled you to turn to show him the whole look, and you of course obliged. Hands in your jacket pockets, holding your coat open as you did so, letting him drink in the sight of you, a low whistle as he did so. When you were sure he was satisfied you closed the space between the two of you, hands out of your pockets now, reaching out and taking hold of the scarf he had on, hanging loosely over his jacket.

“I reiterate. Hey.” He held up one finger signalling, further still, you to wait as he said- “Hang on just a second-”

One of his hands coming up and finding the back of your neck, and he pulled you closer to him, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss. You gripped his scarf and tugged him closer, a soft hum from you. He broke the kiss and, still so close to you, he said softly, “Hey.”

That drew a small laugh from both of you, and then you let go of him, taking a step back, and he opened the door for you as you teased him, “Was that really necessary?”

Stu told you in a very serious tone of voice, hands gripping the top of the car door, “Yes. It was important.”

When you laughed, it made a grin spread over his face. Adorable.

You leaned over the door separating the two of you and pressed another kiss to his mouth before getting into the car. Soon he was beside you and you were off. Your hand in his and talking casually, catching up, it had been too long.

You were recounting something funny that happened the other day at a gift exchange with friends when you caught him staring at you, and you stopped, asking in that usual playful tone when you were with him,“What? Something off with my make-up?”

“No, no, far from it. You look amazing tonight.” Well, that was nice to hear, you certainly hoped so. He picked it all out after all. You thanked him, of course. The drive passed by quickly. Soon you were being ushered inside, coats checked, and walking into the main room with him, his hand on your lower back as he led you to your table.

“Oh, we get a table?” You joked, and he pulled your chair out with a scoff, “Of course we do, baby. Look at who you’re with.“ The overexaggerated gesture to himself when he said that made you snicker.

Of course, how foolish, naturally you get to have an actual table. He took his place next to you and had ordered you drinks in the next minute. You really enjoyed these dates out to events like this pertaining to his work, he was so in his element, different from how he was when he was totally alone with you. Conversation always flowed so easily with him, and you enjoyed yourself immensely.

Drinks were brought, and he held his glass up to you, that same smile you loved so much, you held up yours as well as you asked, “And what are we toasting to?”

“Hmm, how about to me having the absolute finest date here?” How could you say no to that? You smirked as you offered up,“So it’s to both of us, really.”

“Exactly! Always so smart, baby. To us.” Glasses clinked, and you were still mid-sip when he asked it,“So are you wearing it?”

You glanced at him, he was looking at you, pose relaxed, one elbow on the table, glass held loosely in his hand, fuck, he looked good.

We should talk about the nature of your relationship with Stu Macher. It might be obvious to someone else looking at you two. He was significantly older than you, professional, established, very well-to-do. You were the pretty young thing, always dressed to impress and on his arm for all the events you were allowed to attend.

The nature of your relationship was very clear, it started off a bit more business like, but it quickly evolved into more than just that.

“Why Mr.Macher! I have no idea to what you are referring.” You couldn’t hold back your smile, leaning forward on your elbows, fingers laced together and tucked under your chin, a faux innocent batting of your eyelashes, and he gave you a look.

“Baby.” That delicious tone. More serious. You gave in with a wider smile and said, “Yes, I am.”

“Good. If you didn’t admit it, I was going to have to test it already.” Your thighs pressed together under the table, you knew he was going to use it at some point, there would be no reason for you to wear it if he had no intention of using it.

Some coworker of his came over and took some of his and took his attention, you sat next to him, patiently waiting, you were very used to this. It was more appropriate to say colleague you supposed, but ultimately it didn’t matter. Fingers on the rim of your glass as you look around the well decorated room and the well-dressed people. You contemplated getting some food in a minute, surprisingly hungry, but your thoughts were interrupted, a hitch in your breath as you felt it.

Your eyes flicking to Stu, you saw it, he had his phone pulled out, semi-hidden under the table, next to his thigh, you were sure he knew you could see it. He was still looking up to his co-worker, engaged in their conversation, but you saw the open app on his phone and there was no mistaking it.

In case it wasn’t obvious enough by this point. Stu Macher was your sugar Daddy. And he had some particular tastes. Taste and appetites that you helped him satisfy. That is how your arrangement initially began, but it had grown into more, you were much closer, however he still insisted on spoiling you, buying you things, paying for your rent and giving you an allowance. He seemingly got off on providing for you, and who doesn’t love to be spoiled by someone so attentive? You weren’t going to say no. It would be cruel to deny him that, frankly.

To be perfectly fair, if you had met him in some other circumstances, you were certain you would have pursued him. He was nice and sweet, so fucking handsome, funny, there was so much more to him than what he could provide financially.

Things were good.

So what about tonight? And what was going on right now? Stu loved getting up to all kinds of filthy things with you. One of his favourites was doing things in public spaces with the risk of getting caught. He had sent the bags over earlier with your outfit for tonight. Along with the dress and make-up and accessories and shoes, he provided the lingerie for you to wear under your dress, and the panties were very important. You recalled that text he sent you that afternoon and the instructions. You followed them to the letter. The panties had this perfect little pocket in them to slip in a remote control vibe. The one he was controlling on the app on his phone right now. While you were less than two feet from his coworker.

You swallowed hard and gripped your glass, attempting to breathe evenly, managing to quell the moan attempting to break free. He didn’t make it easy. Your eyes peeked at his phone and watched as he manipulated the controls with one hand, increasing and decreasing the vibration. You were thankful for the loud overall party atmosphere covering up the sound of it.

A bite of your bottom lip, eyes breaking away, focusing on the table in front of you, trying to take deep breaths and mercifully it stopped. You let out a sigh and looked over to Stu who was looking at you with a grin, his coworker gone His hand fell to your knee, and he squeezed as he praised, “Good job. You didn’t give yourself away at all.”

“Thank you.” You took a sip and felt a bit of pride, until he said, “Guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

Fuck.

You sighed again and took a healthy swallow from your glass.

Really, by now you should be used to this. You had prepared yourself for the fact he’d want to use it in public because I mean of course he would, however you should have also been ready for the fact that he would make it as difficult as possible on you.

That reminded you to ask. “So where’s Billy tonight?”

He squeezed your knee again before letting go and picking up his glass again as he responded, “A different party. Shame he couldn’t come, but he had his own thing and I could only bring one guest with me.”

Makes sense. They were in different lines of work, after all. It had been a while since you last got to see him. That was another interesting angle to this arrangement. So you had met Stu with the understanding of your arrangement, the initial process went great, you seemed compatible. Multiple dates, he paid for all and spoiled you, and of fucking course the sex was incredible. A little ways into it, you remembered him sitting you down and bringing forth the idea of it, that he had a friend, his best friend, they were very close, he loved to share and wanted to share you with him.

You were open to it and met him, and we're so thankful that you did. He was equally attractive, a good job, not exactly as high profile as Stu’s, but he seemed more than comfortable. One of the things you liked best was how Stu acted around him, more relaxed, you found out they went way, way back and seeing the other side of Stu? Amazing. Made you like him a lot more, might have made you fall for him a little sooner.

Turns out sex with Billy was pretty fucking great too. You remember the first full weekend away with them to really test the dynamic, and it was unreasonably fun. Hot, boundary pushing. They had to be sure about you before trying out what they really wanted. A rented house and a complex role play. It was all discussed beforehand, limits, safe words, signals, the whole nine. You pretend to stay there alone. A phone call, they ‘break in’, there were costumes and ropes and knives and fucking Christ why did you like it so much?

The memories of that weekend were some of your favourites.

It couldn’t have gone better and yep they wanted to ‘keep you’ and you wanted that too more than anything. Basically, the whole time you saw Stu, you only saw him. Not like you needed to see anyone else, he more than took care of your monetary needs, emotional and sexual needs being satisfied by him were a give in. Now add Billy as a regular guest in your life and you were fucking set.

You smiled as you teased him, keeping it light as ever, you were sure with whatever he had in mind the mood wouldn’t stay that way forever, “And you decided to bring me? I’m so flattered.”

He scoffed with a smile, obviously he was going to bring you, he felt no need to say it though, so instead he said, “Finish your drink.”

“That an order, Stu?” You asked as you picked up your glass and as you started to drink, eyes falling closed as you did and what happened next almost made you choke, while you were distracted for that moment he turned the vibe back on.

His phone was out on the table, and he had flicked it back on easily. You managed to swallow your mouthful and threw a look at him, he had finished his own drink now, staring you down. You wanted to ask ‘what the fuck?’ but he spoke first, “Why are you calling me that?”

You watched as his fingers lingered on his phone screen, turning it up slowly, and you swallowed your moan, one of your hands was gripping the cloth napkin in front of your place setting. Forcing yourself to respond, “Because we are in public. At a work event. It’s yo-o-our rule.”

You almost broke but managed to hold strong even as he nudged it higher still, you almost wanted to shake, pleasure simmering low inside of you.

“Hmm, it’s a special occasion. Indulge me.” He was leaning much closer to you, face inches from yours, you wanted to kiss him, a bite of your bottom lip, and you whispered it, low enough just for him to hear, indulging him just as he wanted, “Of course, Daddy.”

You actually pulsed when you said it. Not just because of him still having the toy turned up, but from breaking this previous hard and fast rule of his, saying this in public at a work event. That smile alone made it worth it. The kiss he gave you afterwards, forget about it.

The rest of the night was too fun. More drinks, amazing food, and he kept teasing you on and off. The range on that thing was unreal.

At one point you were coming back from the bathroom, and once you were in his line of sight, he turned it on and watched you almost stumble on your way back to the table. He was still laughing a little when you hit him playfully on the shoulder and mouthed ‘stop!’ he, of course, did not.

Picking the worst times, when you were in the middle of eating or drinking, at one point when you were dancing. You thanked God he was right there, it went from fully off to full tilt, and you would have dropped were it not for him holding you up.

Eventually you ran into a friend you knew from sugaring. Both you and her standing near the table, casual conversation, it was nice, you hadn’t seen her in a while, “So you here with-?”

Unlike you having just Stu she had a few regulars in rotation, you offered it up, question open-ended, and she rolled her eyes as she started,“Dickhead. I mean-”

Covering her mouth with her hand with a laugh that you joined in on before both saying, “Dickinson.”

She had told you about him. While he paid great money, he kinda sucked.

“Why’d you agree? I know you have other options, why spend New Years with that-”

You were caught off guard. Not expecting it at all, you nearly dropped your drink and couldn’t stifle the moan this time, you managed to quiet it but not completely. You took a deep breath and looked around, trying to find where he was, nowhere in sight, your friend reached out, hand on your shoulder, “Jesus, you good? What’s wrong?”

You swallowed hard and looked over at her, trying to keep your breathing steady, “Fuck it. So-”

And you filled her in, telling her all about what was going on and the naughty secret you had currently concealed in your panties and the game he was playing with you.

“Ugh, see, you are so lucky! He’s so good to you, so playful, he always has fun shit for you two to do together.”

It was fun. Even as you were struggling standing here, he never settled on one pattern or strength for long, constantly mixing it up, not letting you adjust at any point. You understood her jealousy, I mean if you didn’t have him and had to watch someone else parade around with him, you were certain that you could feel similar.

Finally, the pleasure ceased as the toy turned off, you were so wet by this point you could feel it on your thighs, thank God for the length of the dress he chose.

You looked at your friend who seemed to be looking behind you, big smile, you felt him before seeing him, his hand on your lower back, he knew your friend obviously and greeted her, “Hello. Keeping her company for me?”

“Of course Mr.Macher. Great suit tonight, by the way.”

You didn’t mind if your friend flirted with him and you kind of like when he would flirt back, he didn’t do it super overtly, but he did compliment her in kind, she looked great herself, before he asked, “Thank you so much, do mind if I steal her?”

“By all means. See you later.” Then he was leading you away from the party and down one of the hallways lined with office doors, not fully lit up since no one was working. Hand in hand as he asked, “I’ve never actually showed you my office, have I?”

Surprisingly, he had not. You shook your head, and he stopped in front of one of the doors before pushing it open, “A damn shame, truly. C’mon.”

You jumped at the chance. You knew how to behave at one of these events, but you were desperate by this point. Aching with need. You wanted him intensely, he was too good at arousing you. The light touches and teasing, the things he whispered to you tonight when no one was in earshot, and of course using that damn vibe on you.

You would have been more impressed with his office if you weren’t so preoccupied. You walked around slowly, you had your mind on one thing, that big beautiful desk. Certain, you were going to get bent over the side of it and thrown down on top of it. You turned to see where he was, and he was on you, hands on your waist, and you were backed up into that desk, sat on top of it. Far enough away from the party, you allowed yourself to let go, moaning against his mouth. “You did so good in there, baby.”

“Mmf thank you.” Your hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer, his hands on either side of you on the top of his desk, you couldn’t help yourself now that you had him alone, kissing him so passionately.

He pulled away too soon and took a step back, discarding his jacket, throwing it over the desk, rolling his sleeves up as he said, “Pull that dress up. Let me see.”

You obliged all too quickly. Jesus, he looked so good. Hands scrambling to pull your dress up, hands in the folds of the fabric, hiking it up your legs, eventually hands on the hem you held it up, legs spread.  One of his hands on your inner thighs as he looked, “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

A nod, hips pushing out a little further, wanting his hand higher, wishing he would touch you. His fingers brushed over you and your head fell back with a moan, “Need it badly, hmm?”

You responded quickly, breathy, “Ye-yes Daddy Please?”

Then both of his hands were on you, hauling you up onto your heels. “Keep holding your dress for me, baby.”

You could only nod, and you expected to be forced over the desk, but no, that’d be too easy, instead you were pulled over to the window. He was right behind you, he took your hands and pressed them flat to the glass and whispered in your ear, “Nice view, isn’t it?”

You looked out the window and it certainly was. Downtown, late at night, high up, what floor was this? You wondered what he was getting up to, hands on the straps of your dress, sliding them down off your shoulders, what he wanted was made clear, and your breath hitched as he said it, “Think anyone could see us up here?”

He noticed how it affected your breathing, his mouth ghosted over the side of your throat, and he chuckled before saying, “Oh, I think you like that idea.”

Hands trailed down your arms and sides and then his fingers found your panties and slid them down, you let them pool at your feet, and he encouraged you to step out of them, he kicked them aside. One hand sliding down your stomach, your hands twisting in the fabric of your skirt and soon his hand was between your thighs, strong fingers dragging through your folds and you moaned.

“Do you want something to see you like this?”

His fingers circled your clit and his opposite hand tugged down your dress further, bunched around your waist, straps still on, holding your arms to your sides, hands still on the glass. You were sure you were fogging up the glass, but who fucking cares when he makes you feel like this.

“Well, since you indulged me earlier, then allow me to do the same.” Then he pressed you forward, you almost yelped, it was winter, the glass was freezing, he let out a small laugh from your reaction, “Cold?”

“Very! Fuck-” You pushed and tried to back up, but he kept you pressed there, he tsk’d before saying, “Now, now baby. If you want it-”

He rubbed your clit harder, and you squirmed against him,“-and I think you do. Then you are going to stay right here. Understood?”

You relented, he eased off, only to dispose of his pants, you listened to the jingle of his belt, and soon he was back on you. One hand on your shoulder and one hand under your thigh, adjusting your leg just so, and soon you were blessed with the feeling of him splitting you open. The stretch was wonderful, you moaned long and low, forehead pressed to the glass. He only held in you for a moment before he began moving, and it practically already had you panting.

“Filthy. This how you like to celebrate? Getting fucked out in the open? Praying someone sees you?”

All you could do was moan out yes, over and over, in time with how he fucked you. The thought, how he spoke to you and of course again, how fucking wonderful it felt.

“I loved watching you struggle. Trying to act normal and proper, you did so fucking good for me, baby. So proud of you.”

This is the best. Treating you like this, taking you like this, so open and rough and possessive while still lavishing praise over you. Pushing back onto him, completely lost in it, hardly registering what he was saying, but you caught bits and pieces, like this next part-“I’ll try not to mess you up too bad. No promises though. Still have to go back out there-”

That is what did you in. The thought of having to go back out there. Acting normal, like you didn’t just get fucked against his office window like a whore, trying to look and act every part of the prim little arm candy his office had gotten to know while his cum leaked down your thighs under your dress. That is the thought that finally made you cum, thankful he had you pinned to the window, or you would be on the floor. Breathing so hard on your come down, he paused, buried all the way inside, a harsh grind as he whispered in your ear, “Happy New Years, baby.”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you replied, still breathless, “Happy New Years, Daddy.”

What a way to ring in the New Year.