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munsonluhvr · 9 months

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THE DEAL (PART 2)

pairing: drugdealer!eddie munson x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut, strong language, fluff

author's note: smut eddie is my fav Eddie. enjoy!

previous installment: part 1 | part 2

A week later, you find yourself in the parking lot, once again, waiting for Eddie Munson. The sun shines bright today, adding a little bit of warmth to you while the weather dips lower every day. You stand against the high school’s wall, waiting to spot Eddie. You wait for a few minutes, glancing towards the door where your classmates flow out of the building.

After a few minutes, Eddie comes up next to you while you were glancing off towards the high school’s front entrance. “Looking for someone?” Eddie says, bending down next to your ear.

You gasp, jumping off to the side. “Jesus, you scared me.”

Eddie laughs, shrugging his backpack further up onto his shoulder. His metal lunchbox teeters in his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Shall we?” Eddie says, gesturing towards the parking lot where his van sits. You nod, joining him in a walk over to his vehicle.

Eddie utilizes society’s common pleasantries, asking you how your day was. You comply, telling him a little snippet of your day, telling him your classes went smoothly. You ask him too, and he reciprocates, saying he was looking forward to seeing you after school. You roll your eyes.

“I’m only coming over to your house to get some weed, hanging out with you is just a courtesy.” You say jokingly. You and Eddie approach his large van, and he walks over to the passenger side, opening the door for you. “M’lady,” Eddie says, gesturing for you to get into the car. You laugh, shaking your head as you lift yourself into the passenger seat.

Eddie closes the door, walking back to the driver’s seat, and gets into the car swiftly. Eddie starts the car, the engine sounds like it might quit any minute. You feel very small in Eddie’s big van, the rear of the car stretching out, what felt like, miles behind you. Eddie turns out of the high school’s parking lot. While Eddie stops at a stop sign at the front of the parking lot, he leans down to pick up a cassette tape and insert into his car stereo system.

Loud Iron Maiden music blasted from the car, causing you to jolt in your seat. Eddie is quick to turn the radio down, looking over at you sheepishly. “Sorry, I guess I forgot to turn it down before I got out of the car this morning.”

“You listen to music that loud? You’re going to lose your hearing before you turn 21.” You say, glancing over at Eddie

Eddie waves his hand, turning out of the parking lot. “Ah, I turn 21 in a few months, I can’t lose my hearing that fast.”

You cross your arms, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” You say, with a smile.

Eddie house is, seemingly, not that far from school. The ride over is quiet, the sound of Iron Maiden filling the empty space. Eddie turns his van left, once traffic clears, and drives over a primarily dirt road. Beyond the dirt road sits a mobile home park, metal, single-family mobile homes are scattered around the land. Eddie passes a neighbor’s house and their driveway but turns into his driveway that sits next door. Eddie sighs, putting the car into park and then off. “This is my castle,” Eddie says, moving his hand towards his home.

You frown, noticing there’s no other cars in the driveway. “Do you live here alone?”

Eddie shakes his head, “No, I live here with my uncle. He used to work nights at the plant, but they switched him back to days which is a lot better for my business.” Eddie opens the driver’s door to get out and you follow, sliding out of the passenger side to follow him to the house.

You reach his front door which he pops open and, once again, opens the door for you. You step inside and his home is warm against the cold outdoors. A lamp in the corner illuminates the room only dimly, and the rest is dark; the window shades are down. Eddie passes you from behind, moving towards the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asks, opening the fridge.

You shrug, continuing to look around his home. “I’ll have whatever you’re going to have.”

Eddie reaches into the fridge and pulls out two coke cans. “Coke it is then.” He come back over to you, handing you the cold can. You pop the tab open, taking a sip. The cold drink flows down your throat, and the chill makes you realize the nervous pit that’s growing in your stomach.

“Make yourself at home; come in here.” Eddie says gesturing down the hallway. You follow, passing the kitchen on your right and then the bathroom that’s on your left when the hallway begins to narrow. Again, you pass a room on your right, but Eddie stays in the doorway at the end of the hallway, the room glowing behind him. “This is my room, that’s my uncles.” He says, noticing you looking at the closed door you pass.

You step inside Eddie’s doorway; the smell of cologne and cigarettes fills the room. You look around again, his dresser has shirts sticking out of the drawers, the top of the piece of furniture is cluttered with an ashtray, cassette tapes, and silver, chunky jewelry. You smile, slightly amused by his belongings. Against a mirror, sits a large guitar which Eddie goes over to and swipes his fingertips against the strings. You watch him, moving to sit on the corner of his bed. “Wow, look at that. Eddie is in love with a guitar.”

Eddie looks back at you bashfully. “I so am, it’s my prized possession.”

“That’s cute,” you say, leaning back to place your drink can on the side table that sits behind you, at the head of Eddie’s bed. When you lean back, your t-shirt lifts up, exposing your hipbone. Eddie’s eyes instantly flash to your exposed flesh, the sight igniting his skin with heat.

Eddie stands in front of where you sit. “I’ll get us something to smoke.” He moves back into the hallway, whipping through drawers, looking for some weed. Once he finds it, he jogs back into his room, beginning to look for his rolling papers. He dug through his dresser’s tabletop, plucking the pack of papers up. Now, he kneels in front of you on the floor, presenting you a small plastic bag of weed and a rolling paper. Your fingers twitch as you reach for the supplies, knowing you were terrible at rolling blunts. You uncross your legs, making a platform on you lap. You pinch the green clumps, placing it on the brown paper. You struggle, some of the clumps falling out. You get nervous, knowing Eddie is the master of rolling blunts.

Eddie notices you struggle and drops his already rolled blunt on the floor to help you. His fingers brush yours as his fingers work in union with yours. “Here, I’ll help you.” Eddie says. “Not so good with rolling blunts, huh?” Eddie says, glancing up at you. Your faces are only a few inches apart, and you feel flustered suddenly.

“Yeah, it’s not my strong suit.” You mutter, trailing off at the end of your sentence. Eddie looks back to help roll your blunt, his fingers brush the tops of your thighs. At your core, you feel a sensation of desire, the urge to bring Eddie close to your body. Eddie looks up at you once more, holding your gaze.

“Here,” he says, keeping your eye contact but lifting the freshly rolled blunt up to you. You don’t take your eyes off of his. Tension grows between you, a magnet beginning to pull you and Eddie together. You take the blunt from Eddie but keep your eyes on his.

Suddenly, Eddie swiftly connects his mouth with yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You’re surprised but comply knowing a part of you wanting to know what Eddie’s body against yours feels like.

You back lays against the bed, Eddie immediately stripping his jacket off and dropping it onto the ground. You spread your legs wide, letting Eddie settle between your thighs. Against you, you can feel Eddie’s bulge grow inside his jeans. Your mouths blend together in unison, your fingers drag against his sides, while your fingertips grasp at the bottom of his shirt. You lift the bottom of his shirt up, lifting it up and off of Eddie. You let your hands roam around his shirtless torso, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cold hands.

Eddie sighs into your mouth, his mind in a buzz. He’s always found you attractive, often finding himself looking at the way your jeans hugged your body and the way your top squeezed you in all the right places. Over time, he began to grow a crush on you, allowing himself moments to fantasize what it would be like to kiss you and rest himself between your thighs.

You manage to slip your jacket off, making a swift movement to detach from Eddie’s mouth to slip your shirt off too. Eddie’s eyes widen, looking at how your breasts rest in your bra. Eddie feels like he could finish in his pants at the sight. You re-attach your lips onto his, bringing his body back onto of yours. Eddie fits against you perfectly, the metal of his ringed fingers sizzling against your skin. The urge for Eddie grows intensely between your thighs.

You let your hands travel down to Eddie’s jeans, letting your nimble fingers unbuckle his studded belt and then the fly of his pants. You work quickly with eagerness to pull his pants down, leaving Eddie in his boxers. Eddie helps you, keeping his lips on yours, while he works his pants down his legs. Eddie returns the action with eagerness as well, leaning up on his knees to get the best angle to unzip your jeans and pull them off swiftly.

Everything happens so quickly that you don’t have time to be nervous or comprehend that you and the Eddie Munson, your drug dealer, are about to have sex.

Eddie’s fingers hook into your panties, pulling them off and flinging them over his shoulder behind him. You can’t help but giggle, feeling the anticipation grow larger and feel Eddie’s eagerness through his fingers. Eddie drops his boxers on the floor, allowing his cock to bounce up. You lean forward, reaching your hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it drop off the side of Eddie’s bed.

Eddie grabs ahold of your calves, dragging your body to the edge of the bed. Eddie spreads your legs open, looking down at your core. He considers spitting on you to add lubrication, but he notices that your body is already prepped for his him, you’re dripping with anticipation and desire. He lines himself up with you, your legs resting on his shoulders.

You look up at him, noticing the tattoos that are scattered around his torso and arms. “Are you ready?” Eddie asks, glancing at you. You nod, glancing down at Eddie’s length that he holds in one hand. With a swift movement, he pushes himself inside of you, your body arching in response. “Oh, fuck,” you whisper. Your body adjusts to Eddie’s size, bargaining with his length to fit him in comfortably.

Once he’s in, Eddie places his hands on your legs, using his position to balance himself as he strokes into you. He turns his head to kiss the inside your ankles. You moan softly, the pace Eddie goes builds up pressure inside your body. Eddie gazes down at you, watching hypnotically as your breasts bounce with each stroke.

You like the position you and Eddie are in, but you want him closer to you. You sit up, grasping Eddie’s forearm. You pull his arm, wiggling your legs out of his grip to spread your legs apart around him. You maneuver your limbs and body so Eddie lays against your bare body, your legs wrapping around his waist. Eddie’s mouth navigates towards your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. Every stroke Eddie gives you provides pleasure that courses through your torso, weakening your legs. “You feel so good,” you mumble into Eddie’s ear, tightening your grip around him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about doing this.” Eddie mumbles back at you, his lower half making slow movements into you. Your fingers make their way into his hair, guiding him down your chest. With one hand, Eddie guides your breast into his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue flick across your nipple. You arch your back again, your body getting pleasure in two places now. You let your eyes flutter shut, absorbing every kiss Eddie places across your chest and down your torso.

You let out a soft whine, your legs twitching with pleasure. Eddie, too, feels like the end of this moment is near but he attempts to preserve himself to allow this intimate moment with you to last as long as possible.

Your eyes flash open when Eddie’s hands are planted on your waist, his cock slipping out of you, and you’re now flipped to rest of your hands and knees. Behind you, Eddie looks at your back end, which makes his mouth water. He lines himself into you, pushing into you once more. Your fingers grip his bed sheets, the pleasure driving back into you. You gasp, bending forward to place your face on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie places his hands on your hips, pushing in and out of you smoothly. Eddie grunts, the feeling of you around him, bringing euphoric sensations through him. His pace quickens, knowing he’s about to finish. You, too, feeling the buildup that’s inside of your core ready to spill over. Your eyes roll back, an overbearing feeling of pleasure running through your body. Eddie does one stroke, and then another which he pushes himself all the way into you. He slumps against you, sweaty and out of breath.

You turn onto your back, your body attempting to regain breath. After a minute, you lean over, reaching for your t-shirt. You slip it on, then reaching for your panties, slipping those on as well. Eddie pulls away from you, putting his boxers on. You still sit on Eddie’s bed, slipping your legs underneath his sheets; the cold from outside beginning to sneak into Eddie's room and surround your exposed skin. Eddie climbs onto the bed, lying next to you. He opens his arms, silently asking you to nestle into him. You hesitate, not knowing how what just happened would impact your transactional relationship.

Eddie notices your hesitation. “Y/n, come on. I just saw you naked, you can come lay with me for a little while.” You laugh, laying down so that your back is against his front. Eddie’s arms wrap around your body.

You felt at home, oddly enough, fully interested to know Eddie even more. “I liked that,” you say, nestling into his body. Eddie hums, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Me too,” he says, letting his fingers brush against your jaw.

“So,” you say, dragging out the ‘o.’

“So,” Eddie says, mimicking you dragging out the ‘o.’ You laugh, rolling your eyes at Eddie. You looked towards his window, noticing how the light was peeking through the shades. “You know,” Eddie speaks up again. “We should hang out again, like on a date.” You smile, surprised by how this request made you exhilarated.

“Do I get a better discount now?” You ask, sarcasm lacing your tone.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie says. “Anything you want is free now.”

You laugh again. “Great, then I’ll definitely go out with you.”

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gh0stsp1d3r · 7 months

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I’ve gone down the Wonka rabbit hole and I’m loving the ride! 🍫🍭🍬💝

What would you think of a fic about Timothee!Willy x reader’s wedding day? It would take place after the movie events, so all their friends would be there. Which means Noodle would be the flower girl/maid of honor. I can see the ceremony taking place in a garden much like Wonka’s shop/factory. And naturally there’d be a chocolate wedding cake. All in all, it’s the happiest day of their lives.

It’s up to you.

ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ahh i love this sm! It’s too cute not to do, it’s kinda short ):

You took a deep breath before you walked down, opening your closed eyes and beginning to walk.

Willy had a large smile on his face as he saw you, you smiled back at him, your eyes then went to Noodle who was giving you a little wave. You waved back to the girl, and then looked back to Willy.

He had the largest smile on his face, tears glossed over his eyes as he looked at you. You looked breathtaking, you were.

And he did begin to cry as he spoke his vows, how you made him the happiest man alive and how you were the best thing to ever come into his life.

You smiled, wiping away your own tears at the sweetest words you’ve ever heard. You had to fight the urge to kiss him right then and there.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

And with those words, his hands cupped your face, his eyes fluttering shut as you both kissed, this kiss would be engraved into your mind, you would remember it every day, and so would he.

People cheered and clapped, Noodle smiled at the both of you. In that moment, it was only the two of you, getting lost in each other for a little until you both pulled away, he had a dopey smile on his face and you had one on your own.

You ended up smashing the chocolate cake in the face as he laughed, wiping it from his face and smothering you with kisses as you squealed and people laughed.

“Thank you for coming.” You spoke to Noodles mom.

“Of course. Congratulations.” She said, Noodle smiled and gave you both a hug.

“You were the best flower girl I’ve ever seen.” You said to her, she smiled at you and said goodbye.

After the wedding, you both drove off in his little blue car, Glenn Millers hit song blaring from the newly installed radio, a large smile on Willy’s face as he turned it up.

He wanted to tell his mom that he finally made it, that he had found the perfect person for him and that he was the happiest he’s ever been.

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jonvy · 26 days

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How Professionals Carryout Car Stereo Installation Auckland

Car stereo system plays a crucial role in keeping the passengers including the driver entertained throughout the way. Having a quality stereo system installed in your car can make your ride completely enjoyable. However, car stereo installation Auckland is not as easy as it seems. It needs expertise, proper tools, and a professional hand to perform optimally while avoiding potential damage to the vehicle. Here is how the car stereo installation is done by the professionals.

Early Assessment

It is quite important to know the vehicle's condition before going to install the stereo system. The professionals start by inspecting the vehicle's dashboard along with the stereo system that already exists there. By inspecting this, they get a clear picture of the vehicle and which stereo system will be compatible with it.

After the initial assessment, this is the right time for the professionals to opt for the right tools and associate accessories that can make this job easier. They mainly use specialized tools like panel removal tools, wire crimpers, multimeters, soldering irons along with different types of screwdrivers. Additionally, these professionals also ensure necessary materials like wiring harness adapters, dash kits and antenna adapters to make the stereo installation successful.

Preparing the Stereo for Installation

Professionals mainly use wiring harness adapters to properly connect the new stereo to the vehicle's existing wiring system. This kind of adapter helps for a seamless connection without cutting the wires that are factory-made. The colour-coded wired from the stereo harness are properly matched to the adapter so that, the connection can't be altered.

If the new stereo doesn’t get fit with the factory dash opening, the dash kit is mainly used. The professional installers install the system just by following the instructions to assemble and mount it ensuring a perfect fit for the new stereo system.

Installing a New Stereo System

Installing the new stereo system starts by connecting wires and antenna. The wiring harness and antenna adapter are plugged into the new stereo. They also connect any kind of additional required components like the Bluetooth microphone, and USB cables along with external amplifiers.

After wires are connected, it is time to test them to ensure a smooth function. The new stereo gets power from the temporarily connected battery and if the professionals are satisfied with the result, they proceed to the next step. While checking the stereo functions, they check the radio reception, sound output from all the speakers and any kind of additional features that influence the audio type.

Once it is confirmed that, everything works properly, the new stereo is properly mounted into the dashboard. There are several screws are used to tighten the stereo system with the dash which ensures firmness during the vehicle movement.

Finalizing the Installation Process

To finalize the installation process, the professional reattach the trim panels along with other components. They also ensure everything is snapped or screwed back into place without any kind of gaps and misalignments.

After everything has been put back together, one more test is run. They examine all aspects of the stereo's operation, such as Bluetooth connectivity, music quality, and other features. They also make sure the system works well with the current electronics in the car. After everything is done accordingly, the professionals clean the work area while removing the debris or tools that are being used during the entire installation process. They provide the customers with a glimpse of the new system explaining the features and how to use it properly.

Professionals use various tools and techniques for car stereo installation Auckland. With their expertise, they ensure the successful installation of your preferred car stereo system that can entertain you throughout on your way.

Resource: https://jonvynz.wordpress.com/2024/07/26/how-professionals-carryout-car-stereo-installation-auckland/

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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Hey Pretty, Won’t You Take A Ride With Me?

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stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, feelings are starting to happen 👀, dirty talk, flirting, jealous Leon, kissing, unprotected sex, fingering, creampies, breeding kink, boyfriend/girlfriend role play (it’ll make sense 😂), car sex, semi-public sex, pussy spanking/slapping, squirting, slight cockwarming

So so tired (finally back from vacation!) and wanted to get this out! 😘 so def not proofread 🤣

Title from Hey Pretty by Poe (also a nice remix)

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“What do you mean it’s family bonding?”

“That’s exactly what I meant, family bonding,” your mother sighs, exasperated with you already, “we’re all going out for the day to spend some quality time together.”

You groan, slumping down on yourself from where you sit on top of the kitchen counter.

“Besides,” your mother ignores your eye rolling, “it’s the company picnic and they want us to bring our families. It’ll be a nice day!”

“But mom—“

“The car’s loaded up, so we’re ready when you are,” Leon’s voice cuts you off.

You glare over at him and stick out your tongue, “Rude.”

He grins and flips you off, “It’s just my charm, Princess.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn back to your mom who’s finished grabbing her purse, “It’s gonna be so boring; you’re just going to end up schmoozing with your boss anyways.”

“Honey,” your mom sighs again, tugging your arm, “it’s not going to kill you to hang out with your family for the afternoon.”

You slide off the counter with a groan, “Fine.”

You look at Leon who’s staring at your thighs. With a frown you look down and see the tail end of the bruises he left on your skin the other night poking out from the edge of your shorts, making you quickly tug them down before your mom sees it. Leon’s eyes jump up to yours and he smirks.

“How about this,” she points to Leon, “you two can carpool and after a few hours, I’ll let you leave the picnic early. We got a deal?”

You squint your eyes at Leon who only shrugs.

“I’m game,” he gives you the fakest smile, “what do you say little sis.”

You purse your lips but slowly nod, “Sounds fine. And you promise we can leave early?”

Your mom laughs and gives you a one armed hug, “Promise, sweetie. Now c’mon we don’t want to be late.”

Leon waits and lets your mom walk out before falling in step with you.

“Aren’t you excited?” He teases you, his hand ghosting across your lower back and ass.

“Cut it out,” you elbow his ribs.

“Hurry it up you two!” Your stepdad calls from the front door, jangling his keys in hand.

“Yeah, Leon,” you exit the front door first, Leon on your heels.

Your stepdad closes and locks the door then tosses a second set of keys to Leon.

“Just follow us and drive the speed limit.”

Leon nods, “I know the drill.”

Unlocking the car doors, Leon climbs into the driver’s seat while you get comfortable in the passenger.

Your parents pull out of the driveway and honk. Leon huffs while rolling his eyes and you snort at his attitude.

He side eyes you, “Play nice, princess.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “I am nice.”

It’s his turn to snort, “Sure thing.”

With that, he pulls out onto the road and follows after your parents.

It’s actually.. nice. The radio is tuned to a variety station and Leon lets you control the temp, blasting AC against the muggy heat outside.

“Think it’s gonna rain,” you muse out loud.

Leon only hums in agreement, eyes on the road. This gives you the opportunity to take in his thick biceps and forearms. You press your thighs together when he drums his hands on the steering wheel, making his muscles and tendons flex.

You bite the side of your thumb imagining those arms holding you up, pressing you against a wall and—

“Think there’s going to be a lot of people at this thing?”

Leon’s voice pulls you from your daydreaming.

Blinking, you look at his side profile and shrug, “There usually is; we’ve been going to these for a few years now.”

“Oh?” he glances over at you, “well what can I expect?”

You sigh and turn your attention back to the window, “Just a bunch of ass kissing and lame family games. Same tired old shit that literally no one cares about.”

He laughs and you look back at him, eyebrows raised.

“S’just cute is all,” he gives you a soft grin, “you don’t get so fired up all that often.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, fighting down your own smile, “you’ll see what I mean.”

You lapse into a comfortable quiet and before you know it, Leon’s pulling into the packed parking lot. He parks as close to your parents as he can and shuts off the car. You both get out and walk over to the trunk of your mom’s car.

She comes around the side waving a blanket at you, “You two can grab this and go find a good spot in the shade.”

Leon bundles the blanket in his arms and motions for you to lead the way, “After you.”

Sighing, you guide Leon into the venue and trek over to where you usually setup at this company picnic.

“Hey!”

You both turn at the voice.

You smile, “Oh hey, Steve.”

Steve walks up to you two, a big smile on his face, “Hi! I thought you were bailing this year.”

You roll your eyes, “I tried. Oh Steve, this is Leon. Leon, Steve.”

Steve waves excitedly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Sure,” Leon looks at him, dead eyed expression on his face, “c’mon princess, we gotta setup.”

“Yeah,” you smile at Steve as Leon tugs you away, “well I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“See ya!” Steve calls out, catching a red haired girls attention and taking off in that direction.

“So that’s Steve?” Leon grimaces.

“Yep,” you pop the p on the end, “and if you notice the girl he’s latched onto, you’ll see that that’s Claire.”

His upper lip curls but he only pushes you to keep walking. You stifle a laugh and finish the walk over to the usual spot your family uses— it’s under a big tree on the edge of the venue, perfect for keeping out of the way or interest of anyone.

As soon as you and Leon spread out the blanket, your mom and stepdad join you carrying a mini cooler filled with drinks.

Your mom frowns at you, “Same spot as usual? I thought we’d try somewhere different this year.”

You fold your arms, posture stiff, “Nothing wrong with this spot.”

Your mom sighs but doesn’t argue any further.

You see Leon look over at his dad who only mouths ‘I don’t know’.

Your mom claps her hands and smiles, “Well, let’s go sign up for some group activities.”

You shrug and drop your hands to the side. Your mom grabs your stepdad’s arm and leads him over to the sign up table.

“You good?”

You turn to Leon grabbing a water out of the cooler.

“Yeah,” you wave your hand, “it’s nothing.”

His steady gaze makes you fidget and look down at your feet.

“My dad and I picked this spot the first time we had to come to these,” you clear your throat, eyes glancing back up at him, “S’all it is.”

“Ah,” Leon’s expression softens.

“Anyways, yeah, well now we have some dumb games to look forward to,” you rub your arms, “so, uh, might as well go join them.”

“Sure,” Leon drops the water bottle back into the cooler and falls into step with you.

“So you probably know a lot of people here,” he nudges your arm.

You groan in annoyance, “Too many. Bet you money that someone at some point is going to come to us and ask ‘oh aren’t you just the cutest! I remember when you were this tall!’,” you bring your hand up and hold it even with your waist.

“Stop,” Leon shakes his head, “there’s no way someone is actually going to say that phrase.”

You smile cheekily at him, “You’ll see.”

You both meet up with Leon’s dad and watch as your mom finishes signing in with a volunteer. She walks over with little wrist bands in her hand.

“One for each of you!” she hands them out, blue for your mom and stepdad and green for you and Leon.

“Great,” you deadpan.

“Honey—“

“Oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in ages!! How have you been?”

An older woman cuts your mom off and gives her a quick hug.

“Good, good!” Your mom practically beams, “how have you been?”

“Good,” the woman laughs and then catches you out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh my goodness! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!” she grabs your hands in hers, “you’ve grown so much! I remember when you only came up to my waist!”

You watch Leon cover his mouth, but you can still see the grin on his face.

“Oh and this must be your boyfriend,” the woman coos, eyes taking in Leon next to you, “my he’s a handsome boy.”

Your eyes cut to Leon who barks out a laugh, red tinging his cheekbones.

Your mom also starts to laugh, “No, that’s Leon. That’s my new stepson. I guess I should’ve made introductions sooner.”

“Oh my mistake,” the woman blushes and laughs, “oh I see—,” her attention shifts to someone in the distance, “oh! I must go, but it’s so lovely to meet you.”

She jogs off yelling and waving at another picnic attendee.

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” your stepdad dryly states.

You laugh so hard you snort and cover your mouth, giggles still sneaking past your palm. You catch Leon’s flushed face and lose it again to a fit of giggles.

Your mom clears her throat, “Yes well let’s head over to the games area; since there’s four of us, we’ll need to pair off.”

Leon throws his arm over your shoulders, “You’ve got me now, so we’ll definitely win.”

You roll your eyes, “Mmhmm, we’ll see.”

With the arm around your shoulders, he pinches your cheek, “Have faith, little sis.”

“Sure thing, big brother,” you simper, clasping your hands to your chest, “my hero.”

He pinches your cheek again and tugs, eyes dark, “Be nice, Princess.”

“We’ll meet up at our spot after the race,” your mom remarks, shielding her eyes and looking around, “oh there’s my boss! We’ll meet up with you kids later.”

Grabbing her husband’s hand, she rushes off in the opposite direction.

You elbow Leon in the ribs and he slowly drags his hand across your back to his side.

“Quit it,” you hiss, feeling flush.

“C’mon,” Leon links your arm with his, “show me where this thing is at.”

You try to wrangle your arm back, but Leon holds on tight.

Sighing, you relax in his hold and start to walk to the middle of the venue, “It’s over here.”

The heat from Leon’s side seeps through your T-shirt making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“You know you should be a lot nicer to your handsome boyfriend,” Leon’s voice lilts higher on the last two words as he pokes you in the side.

You squirm and smack his arm, skin tingling, feeling hot all over with embarrassment and giddiness, “Shut. Up.”

To your dismay, he just laughs at you.

“C’mon, Princess,” he leans his head down to whisper in your ear, “gotta be sweet to me or people will think my girlfriend doesn’t like me.”

Your stomach dips in excitement, but you ignore it and nudge Leon in the ribs, “You’re being annoying, Leon.”

He snickers, “Isn’t that what big brothers are for?”

You roll your eyes, “You can’t be both you dork.”

He hums and grin wickedly at you, “Says who, Princess?”

Shivering, your nipples tighten in your bra as you look away, “Says everyone.”

He only shrugs in reply, eyes glittering in the sun.

“You really think you can win?” you turn your attention back towards him, changing the subject.

“Of course,” he scoffs, blue eyes roving over your face before making eye contact, “I’m gonna win at whatever it is.”

“You trying to show off?” you tease, squeezing his arm.

He grins crookedly, “Don’t you wanna see how good your big brother is?”

Your breath hitches and you watch as Leon notices, eyes darkening.

“You wanna win for me?” you whisper, eyes hooded, warmth pooling in your abdomen.

“Yeah, wanna show off to my girl, show her how much better I am than anyone else here,” his voice is heated and deep as his heavy gaze takes in your hazy expression.

“Okay,” your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them, “then win it for me, big brother.”

You feel his body tense next to you.

“What do I get when I win?”

You tap a finger against your chin, “Hmmm, how about a kiss?”

“Yeah?” His eyes drop to your lips, “I’ll take that deal.”

Your lips curl into a smile, “Then deal.”

Walking up to the starting point of the race, there’s already a huge crowd of people.

“Greens lining up now,” a man calls through a bullhorn, “greens at the starting line!”

Leon slips his arm out of yours. He runs a thumb across the apple of your cheek.

“Wait for me at the finish line?”

You smirk at him and hold up your wrist, “But I’m also a green. So looks like you’re gonna have to outrun me if you want to win.”

You laugh at his slack jawed expression.

“Poor Leon,” you coo, patting his broad chest.

Someone bumps into you, pushing you further into Leon’s personal space.

“Ah, sorry,” a rich voice laughs behind you, “a little clumsy.”

You turn and give the surprisingly cute guy a shy smile, “It’s okay, no biggie.”

The guy smiles even wider at you, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

You laugh softly, “Unfortunately, I’m here every year.”

“It’s the worst isn’t it?” he chuckles, “my dad’s always dragging me to these.”

“For me, it’s my mom,” you roll your eyes, “and it’s the same thing every year which is super lame.”

“Exactly!” He laughs.

All of a sudden you feel a line of heat down your back as Leon presses his chest against you, arms draped over your shoulders as he rests his chin on your head, “What’re we talking about, sweetheart?”

The guy’s smile drops from his face as his eyes swap nervously from your face up to Leon’s.

He takes half a step back, “Well it was nice meeting you!”

You watch as he turns and darts off further into the crowd. Warmth zings through your body as Leon pulls you even tighter against him.

“You going to ignore me for some stranger?” His voice gives you goosebumps as he whispers in your ear, “how mean.”

“Leon,” you soften against him, relaxing back in his hold, “I was just being friendly.”

“Uh huh,” he rumbles, “and I’m sure he thought you were just being friendly, too.”

He lets go of you, leaving you feeling dizzy and off balanced.

“Last call for greens to the starting line!” the bullhorn rings out.

You and Leon line up with the group, shoulders brushing.

“Good luck, brat,” he pinches your side meanly making you gasp.

You go to smack his shoulder but the starting gun goes off and everyone makes a mad dash for the finish line.

Leon bolts out in front of you.

“Cheater!” You yell at his back.

He flips you off but keeps running. You jog a few steps but decide it’s a bust. Stepping out of the throng of people, you make your way down to the finish line, but now on the outside of the run. Once down at the finish line, you stand on your tiptoes looking for Leon’s distinctive hair. A pair of arms wrap around your waist and twirl you around.

You squeal and smack at the forearms wrapped around you. You hear Leon laugh in your ear as he sets you back down.

“Gotcha, princess.”

“Fuck off,” you shove at his chest even though he doesn’t budge.

He grins at you, “No can do, you owe me a prize.”

He dangles a cheap plastic medallion with ‘1st Place’ stamped in wonky lettering in front of your face.

You laugh, taking the medal from his hand, “No way!”

“Way,” he crowds into your personal space, “so?”

“I guess I have to,” you try to act serious, but the smile won’t leave your face.

You grab the collar of his shirt and tug him down closer to you while you push up on your tippy toes; you press a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, lips barely grazing his.

You settle back on flat feet and let go of his shirt, “Congratulations.”

He slips his fingers through the belt loops of your shorts and yanks you forward; he holds you against him as he licks into your mouth, tongue hot as it slips past your lips. You whine and sag against his broad chest as he practically tongue fucks you in front of all these strangers.

Pulling away, you gasp in a quick breath, “What’re you doing? What if our parents see?”

Your eyes dart around nervously, but there’s no denying the heat building between your thighs. He smirks down at you, making your belly swoop in excitement.

He noses along your hairline until his lips press against your ear, “Kissing my little sister, what else? And don’t worry they’re nowhere around, I looked.”

You bite your lip to stop the moan bubbling out of your throat, but Leon doesn’t stop there.

“So funny none of these people know, they just think you could be my cute little girlfriend,” he chuckles, tongue dipping in your ear making you shiver against him, “haven’t got a clue that I’m your big brother.”

You moan at that, softly where only he can hear it. He hums and goes to dip his head down, but jerks back from you like he’s been shocked.

“It took forever for us to find you!”

Leon gives his dad a strained smile, “Yeah it’s pretty crowded huh.”

You scrub your hands across your face and turn on shaky legs to face your mom, giving her a quick smile and a wave.

She nods, “One of our bigger turnouts,” then she sees the glint of yellow in Leon’s hand and gasps excitedly, “did you win?!”

“Oh,” Leon rubs the back of his neck, “uh yeah, I did.”

“He was so good,” you add slyly, grinning at Leon, “right, big brother?”

He rolls his eyes at you, but you see a blush dusting the bridge of his nose.

“Let’s go eat,” your mom suggests, “I’m starving.”

She links arms with you and starts to talk about the new boss she just met while your stepdad and Leon trail behind, softly conversing with each other.

Before you know it, the minutes bleed into hours as the afternoon drips by like slowly melting ice cream. Your mom and stepdad leave to go mingle, sticking you and Leon with cleaning up by yourselves.

Afterwards, sitting on the picnic blanket, you wrap your arms around your legs and prop your chin on your knees. You watch as your mom and stepdad get pulled into yet another conversation with her coworkers.

Leon’s knee bumps into yours, “Stop being so pouty.”

You tilt your head to the side to look at where he’s lounging back on his elbows next to you.

“I’m not pouting,” you say, although you know you most definitely are.

“Suuure,” he snarks at you.

You sigh, “It’s just.. well, she drags me to these things every year.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Okay?”

“It just sucks. She brings me along and then I’m left here by myself while she talks it up with everyone. It wasn’t so bad when dad—“

You cut yourself off, feeling embarrassed.

You raise back up into a sitting position and cross your legs, “Never mind.”

He raises up to sit next to you, bumping your shoulders together, “No, c’mon tell me. I wanna hear.”

You pick at the loose thread on your shorts, “Well when dad was here it wasn’t so bad cause we’d goof off and make it fun. We’d pick out people and invent some silly job for them or what ludicrous name they could have. It just—“

You trail off feeling tears prick your eyes.

“It didn’t suck,” he murmurs, reaching out and holding your hand, “sorry for bringing it up.”

You huff a small laugh, “No, it’s— you didn’t do anything. I just hate being here. Last year it was just us two, so essentially just me.”

Glancing around and noticing no one’s even near you two, Leon squeezes your hand.

“Hey,” he noses your hairline and presses a kiss on your ear then your cheek, “I’m here, okay?”

“I know,” you give him a shy smile paired with watery eyes, “you’ve actually made today a lot of fun, so thank you.”

“Any time,” he presses a quick kiss on your mouth before pulling away.

Your wide eyes look around as you whisper, “Leon!”

“What?” He grins, “it’s just us.”

“This time!” You whisper loudly, “you can’t just keep kissing me in public, especiallywhen our parents are nearby!”

“So you’re saying I can kiss you in public when they’re not?” His grin widens.

You gaze at him, mouth parted in disbelief, “You—“

“Kids!” your mom calls out cheerily, waving as she walks up.

You turn to face her, Leon slipping his hand out of yours.

“It’s starting to get late and some of us are going to stick around to help clean up,” she smiles at you two, “so you can head on home.”

You notice that the sun has started to set. Dark looking storm clouds are rolling in over the horizon.

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was that late,” you stand up and brush off your shorts.

Your mom pulls you in for a quick hug, “Thank you for staying today. It means a lot.”

You shrug awkwardly, “No problem, mom.”

She lets go of you and turns a stern gaze to Leon who’s now standing next to you, “Drive safe, young man.”

He gives her a mock salute, “Will do, ma’am.”

She smiles at him and pats his cheek, “Okay, I’ll see you guys at home.”

And with that, your mom spins around and walks off to re join her husband.

“You ready then?”

You glance up at Leon, “More than.”

On the drive home, the storm clouds finally break and heavy rain comes pelting down. The windshield wipers seem to be working double time, but it still makes it hard for Leon to see the road.

“About a half hour away,” Leon nods to the GPS, “I’m gonna pull over into this park until it lets up some.”

“Okay,” you easily agree with a shrug, “you’re driving.”

He pulls into the empty lot; the small park has an even smaller parking lot to match. Leon shuts the car off and the sound of rain drumming against the roof lends itself to a soothing atmosphere.

“I love the rain,” you sigh, gazing out the window.

“Mm it’s nice,” Leon hums.

He looks over at you until you finally catch his gaze.

He grins lazily at you, “C’mere.”

You smile confusedly, “What?”

He pats his lap, “Come sit.”

A rush of heat shoots through your body. You carefully shift until you can climb over the center console and onto Leon’s lap. Your back brushes against the steering wheel and your legs are folded on either side of his bulky thighs.

His warm hands settle on your hips, gripping them to pull you snug up against his chest.

“There we go,” his whisper falls into the space between your lips.

Feeling shy, you tuck your face into his neck.

“Thank you for today, for being nicer than usual,” you press a soft kiss into his skin.

“It’s no problem,” he pokes your side making you gasp and sit up.

“Still,” you run your hands through his hair, “thank you, Leon.”

He groans and leans his head back against the headrest. You scratch along his scalp and his eyes slip shut.

“Mmm gonna have to be nicer if this is what it gets me,” he sighs out.

You laugh softly and continue to run your hands through his hair. A comfortable silence only broken by the sound of rain fills the quiet. Thunder rolls in the distance and the rain starts to come down even harder.

Leon’s voice rumbles in his chest, “You ever made out in a car, Princess?”

Flustered, you bring your hands down to drape around his neck, “No.”

“Good,” he smirks, “I like being your first for things.”

“Leon,” you squirm in embarrassment.

He holds your hips still, “Behave. You keep moving like that and it’s gonna be more than making out.”

“Yeah,” your eyes drop to his lips, “is that a promise big brother?”

His lips thin, a mean look coming over his face, “Don’t be a brat.”

You lick your lips and smile sweetly at him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, big brother.”

His hand comes up to your jaw and he brings your mouths together in a messy kiss.

“Such a fucking tease,” he groans into your mouth.

“Leon,” you mewl.

He fucks his tongue in and out of your mouth, spit dripping down your chin making your cunt throb as you squirm and rock in his lap. His hands help your hips pick up a rhythm that has you panting and moaning in your kisses.

“So sweet,” he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, breaking the strand and smearing spit all over your mouth, “Sweet little sister.”

Your eyes flutter as slick fills your panties, making the slow grind on your clit wet and slippery.

“Leon,” you whimper, lips brushing against his, “my panties are sticking to me.”

“Fuck, really?” he bites your bottom lip harshly, sucking on it before letting go with a small pop, “big brother making your little pussy cry, princess?”

“Uh huh,” you grab one of his hands and guide it to slip under the leg of your shorts.

His fingers stroke your clit on the outside of your soaked panties.

“Shit,” he hisses, fingers feeling around the flimsy fabric barely covering your aching cunt.

“So wet,” he presses his face into your neck, groaning, “haven’t even touched you yet and you’re fucking dripping.”

Your hand dips between your bodies to roughly stroke him through his jeans. You feel his cock kick and throb against the palm of your hand.

“Get in the backseat, baby,” he pulls his hand away from your wet heat and smacks your ass.

Leon’s dark eyes watch you clamber over the console and into the backseat. He follows you immediately and maneuvers you both until he’s seated against the door with you straddling his lap. The windows in the front are completely fogged while the ones in the backseat slowly catch up.

“God, been wanting you all day princess,” he pulls you into a heated kiss, “driving me crazy in these fucking shorts.”

“Yeah?” you whimper into his mouth.

“Mmm, yeah could see the bruises I left on your thighs reminding me of how sweet your hot little cunt tastes,” he licks into your panting mouth, lips slick with spit, “couldn’t even touch you how I wanted.”

“Leon!” you roll your hips down onto the outline of his hard cock, “how’d you want to touch me?”

He hisses, “Like I’m doing right now, Princess. Random assholes staring at you, couldn’t even show’em what’s mine.”

He growls and bucks his hips up, pressing just right against your clit. He kisses the moan out of your mouth.

“M yours, Leon,” you whine when he pulls his mouth away to nip and suck at your neck.

“Yeah you are,” he sucks a bruise into your neck, “my pretty little sister, right?”

You claw at his shoulders, pressing your throat harder into his teeth, “Yeah, yeah, ‘m your little sister, no one else’s.”

“Fuck,” he moans, a raspy growl that goes straight to your throbbing cunt, “mmm or maybe you’re my sweet little girlfriend that I’m going to fuck in the backseat, huh?”

“Leon!” you keen, grinding down even harder on the outline of his cock, clit throbbingin your panties, “want that, want it so much.”

He groans, tongue slipping into your mouth, “Gonna fuck my girlfriend’s pretty pussy til she’s creaming my cock, right?”

You nod your head quickly, “Yes, yes, please.”

“Show me your tits, baby. Wanna suck on those nipples and get this pussy nice and wet,” he pulls away, blown pupils holding your gaze.

“Leon,” you gasp, yanking your shirt up over your head.

Before you can undo your bra, he tugs the cups down until your breasts are spilling out, nipples tightening under his gaze.

“Damn,” he whispers, “so fucking hot.”

He grabs your hips to slowly grind his dick into the damp heat of your pussy. His mouth latches onto a nipple and he eagerly suckles the hard bud.

“Sensitive,” you mewl, hands moving from his shoulders to tangle in his hair.

He ignores you and continues to suckle and teasingly bite your hard bud before switching to the other one. He continues to drift back and forth, teasing and sucking your nipples until they’re sore and puffy. His eyes slip closed with a moan when you tug his hair harder.

“Big brother,” you whine, “you’re sucking too hard.”

He growls but pulls back from your chest, “So spoiled.”

You pout and press your hips down harder making him moan, “But you like spoiling me.”

“Yeah I do, little brat,” he shifts to pull his own shirt off and drop it on the floorboard.

You whimper and drag your hands from his shoulders, down his broad chest, to his abs.

“You’re so hot, Leon,” you pant, nails scratching his skin making his abs flex, “you make me so wet.”

“Can’t just say that shit,” he grits out, grabbing your hands in his, eyes dark and hungry.

“But it’s true,” you whisper biting your lip, eyes big.

He reaches between you and thumbs open the button on his jeans.

“Take those fucking shorts off before I do,” his voice rasps, helping you raise your hips.

As soon as the material of your shorts and panties are shoved down your thighs, he presses two fingers into your soaking wet pussy.

“God damn, baby,” he watches as slick drips down his wrist, “you’re so wet for me.”

“Need you,” you whimper, “please.”

“I got you,” he tugs his own jeans and underwear down; his hard dick bounces up against your thigh smearing a sticky trail of precum.

“Easy, baby,” he grabs the base of his cock and slaps your pussy, “ready to sit on my dick?”

“Yeah,” you pant, lifting yourself up so he can glide the head of his cock against your swollen clit to dip inside your slick hole.

“Please, Leon.”

“Please, what?”

You whine, “Please big brother, want you to put it in.”

He chuckles meanly, “Put what in Princess?”

Your pussy clenches around nothing, slick dripping down onto Leon’s cock just teasing at your hole.

“Please, big brother I need your cock in my pussy,” you whimper, hands scratching at his chest, “want you in my needy princess pussy.”

“Fuck, you play dirty, sweetheart,” he groans sinking the first couple of inches into your wet heat, “can’t say no to that now can I.”

He grabs your hips stilling your movement; he’s only halfway in your pussy and it’s making you desperate.

“Leon,” your eyes water, “please, please I need it. Feel so empty,” whimpering, you drag your lips across his jaw, “don’t you wanna fuck your girlfriend’s wet pussy?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, slowly easing you down, his cock sliding deeper but still not bottoming out.

“Gotta savor this one princess, s’gonna be a slow fuck for your little cunt.”

Your thighs spasm as you hiccup a moan, tears filling your eyes.

“But Leon—“

“Uh uh,” he clicks his tongue, eyes dark and mean, “big brother knows what’s best.”

Your cunt flutters around his cock making you both moan. Even though he’s only teasing the first few inches of his cock in and out of your pussy, it sounds wet and dirty.

“Fuck me,” he huffs a laugh, “you’re leaking so much it’s dripping down my balls. You’re gonna get the family car all dirty, baby.”

Your back arches as you press your body weight down; you feel Leon sink further into your cunt before his hands grip your hips like a vice.

“What did I say? Do I need to spank your slutty cunt? To make sure you’re listening to me?”

You whimper, “M-maybe.”

“Oh?” he grins, “do I need to spank that needy pussy and show her who’s in charge?”

Your eyes slip shut as you nod, “Yeah, yeah, big brother needs to spank my pussy.”

He growls and pulls you up off of his cock; you whine and writhe your hips but he sets you back down in his lap, pussy lips sandwiching his dick.

A faint buzzing comes from Leon’s phone tucked into the center console.

You rock your hips forward and shiver as your clit rubs against his cock in a slippery drag of friction.

“None of that,” he smacks your thigh, pulling your dazed expression up to meet his heated gaze, “you ready?”

“Yes,” you grab his hand and push it against your soaked cunt, “spank my princess pussy; she needs big brother to really give it to her.”

“Fuck,” he bites out, “fucking slut.”

He cups the wet heat of your pussy then brings his hand back and smacks upward, covering your mound and swollen clit with his palm.

You whine high in your throat, hands reaching behind you to hold onto his thighs for purchase.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, “be good and let me spank you.”

“Uh huh,” you lean back onto your hands, arching your hips to put your pussy more on display, “need my boyfriend to really give my naughty pussy a spanking.”

“God damn,” he clenches his eyes shut a moment, then looks back down at your puffy clit and drippy cunt.

“Got a slutty fucking girlfriend don’t I,” his voice rasps, smacking your pussy again and again and again, “or should I say slutty little sister, just letting her brother play with her pussy whenever he wants.”

The sharp stings fade into a low heat with every slap, making your clit throb and hole clench on nothing. Your hips jump up into each slap, thighs trembling.

“Hold still,” his voice darkens, “and let me spank your slutty cunt.”

“‘M not slutty,” you gasp out, “m just needy.”

“Is that right?” he mocks, dragging his middle and index finger through your slick before circling your sore clit.

“I guess it can’t be helped,” he sighs, fingers dipping into your hole, “big brother will have to fill up this wet and sloppy cunt.”

“Please,” you arch down onto his fingers, “Leon, big brother, I need it.”

He pulls his fingers away and lines his cock up with your wet clenching hole. He presses in with a low groan as you rock your hips down until he bottoms out completely. You wince at how deep he is inside of you; the fat tip pressing against your cervix making you rock forward, enjoying the ache deep in your cunt.

“So deep,” you pant, nails digging into his forearms, “hurts.”

“It does?” He coos all fake sympathy, “guess I should pull out then.”

“Nooo,” you clench down tightly.

“No?” he grinds his cock upward making your eyes roll back from the pain blooming into pleasure as your hips jump.

“If it’s too deep I need to pull out,” he kisses your cheek, “don’t want to hurt my sweetbaby sister.”

You whimper as he slips back just a little and then presses hard into your fluttering walls. His tip kisses the opening of your cervix making you squeal in pain, but he holds your hips down making you take it. His thumb moves to brush against your clit in soft, teasing circles.

“Hurts, princess?” he licks the tears dripping down your face, “is it too much? Does your boyfriend’s cock stretch you out too far?”

Nonsensical sounds come from your lips, tongue lying heavy and useless in your mouth. He keeps grinding too deep and touching your clit with delicate fingers, making wires cross in your brain until you feel nothing but white hot pleasure overtaking your body.

“Are you fucking cumming?” he whispers in awe, feeling your walls milk his cock as slick drips out of your spasming hole.

“Fucking hell,” he slowly eases you back, his cock still inside your pussy just not as deep as before.

“Leon,” you slur, eyes hazy, “s’good.”

He laughs, “Sure seems like it, baby. Want to just sit on my dick, keep me nice and warm for awhile? Til you’re ready to go again?”

You hum a sound of agreement, “Sounds nice.”

He groans, “Yeah it does.”

He helps you shift your hips so his cock isn’t pressing into you too deeply and he brings your mouth in for a sloppy kiss.

“Love kissing you,” he coaxes you to open your mouth wider, “always so eager.”

You feel giggly and warm, “Love kissing you too, Leon.”

He sighs in your mouth, tongues slowly sliding together between your lips. His kisses turn slower, sweeter— tongue licking into your mouth, tasting you as deep as possible. You feel his cock kick and throb in your sensitive cunt. Shifting, you press yourself down a little more firmly, pussy walls gripping his cock tightly.

A faint buzzing comes from the floorboard where your shorts were tossed. Leon pulls you further into his chest, rolling his hips up into your soaked pussy. Buzzing happens again but this time from the center console; you both ignore it as Leon presses the fat tip of his dick and grinds along the spongy spot in your cunt that drives you crazy.

He pulls away from your sloppy kissing, pupils so big his eyes look black. Both phones are now buzzing with calls.

“s’that the spot, sweetheart?” He grinds his dick deeper in your squelching cunt.

“Leon,” you keen, hands tugging his hair, “it’s so good, you feel so good inside me.”

He growls, hips thrusting up into you harder, faster.

“God, princess, got the best fucking pussy,” he bites your jaw, “little cunt made for my cock.”

His fingers tease across your wet, swollen clit.

“Yeah, yeah, please,” you pull your hips and drop them back down, “so good, big brother.”

He presses the back of his head against the car door’s fogged up window, eyes hooded as he watches you bounce on his dick. He keeps his fingers on your clit, stroking and pinching, making you buck your hips into the feeling.

He watches as a frown forms on your brows, your hips slowing down.

“Leon,” embarrassment colors your voice, “we have to stop, I-I gotta pee.”

He grins wolfishly, “You ever squirted before, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” you frown, hands pressing against his abs trying to slow his thrusts up into your dripping pussy but he keeps hammering up into you, “s-stop or I’m gonna—“

“S’fine,” he soothes, grinding his dick in the same spot, “want you to squirt on my dick, baby.”

“I c-can’t,” your lip quivers, tears pricking your eyes.

“Sure you can, Princess,” his fingers rub your clit more firmly, “c’mon want you to soak the backseats.”

He grins wickedly, “Our parents will never have t’know.”

Another harsh grind against the spongy spot in your cunt has you locking up, your back arching as your orgasm overtakes your body.

“Leon!” a gasping wail leaves you as you feel slick gush from your pussy, soaking your thighs and Leon.

“Fuck, fuck!” Leon grabs your hips and holds you flush with him as he cums inside your still clenching pussy.

You feel the heat as rope after rope of sticky cum fills your spasming cunt. Slowly, you settle back on Leon’s thighs, his dick plugging up your cunt keeping most of his cum inside.

His hands are still gripping your hips tightly, making your walls pulse, softly milking him still.

“Oh,” you exhale, and pull your nails away from where you dug them into his chest, leaving nine bloody crescents to frame his pecs.

“S’okay, sweetheart,” he grins at you, all sweetness and soft eyes, “got nothing to complain about.”

“Ah,” you squirm feeling embarrassed, “that was..”

“Hot,” he rubs his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “gonna need a repeat, princess. See if next time I can get you to squirt on my fingers.”

“Leon,” you pout, body feeling hot.

A loud consistent buzz breaks through the fog in your brain.

“That’s been going off for awhile now,” you bite your lip.

Leon raises up, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you seated on his cock. He leans up further and fumbles around the center console til he pulls back holding his phone.

He accepts the call and puts it on speakerphone, “Hey Pops.”

“Where the hell are you?! Are you okay?”

Leon ducks his head, even though his dad can’t see it, “Uh yeah, the roads got bad so we pulled over. Sorry my phone was on silent so I didn’t realize you were calling.”

A pause from his dad before he sighs, “Well as long as you’re okay. Just next time let someone know, okay?”

“Will do, Pops. Sorry to worry you.”

“Let’s try not to do it again, son,” his dad chuckles, “drive safe.”

“I will.”

And with that the call ends, basking you two in silence except for the light drizzle of rain hitting the car.

Leon jostles you again making you gasp as his half hard cock slips out a few inches.

“Shit,” he hisses, “let me—“

He grabs his t-shirt off the floorboard and slips it underneath you as he pulls completely out. You whimper as his cum drips from your sore cunt.

“Sexy,” he murmurs eyes going dark again, running his fingers through your slick folds to tease at your hole.

“Leon,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist, “shouldn’t we go home before we worry them more?”

With his free hand, he easily moves your hand from his wrist and slots your fingers together. His other fingers dip into your cum filled hole but don’t go any further.

He brings up the hand he’s holding and kisses your knuckles, “One more round couldn’t hurt, princess.”

A beam of headlights cross the car’s interior as another vehicle pulls into the parking lot.

You squeak and duck your face down into Leon’s neck, who chuckles and pulls you down to lay on top of him in the backseat.

“What’re we going to do?” You whisper scream at him, tilting your head up, eyes wide and anxious.

He gives a half hearted shrug underneath you and spreads your legs further to slide his cock between your thighs. You feel it stiffening against you cunt, dragging cum and slick all over your pussy lips.

“About to fill you up again, baby,” he kisses your ear, “gotta keep quiet though, don’t want them hearing you getting your little princess pussy fucked by your big brother.”

You whine, hips grinding down on his dick.

“They wouldn’t even know,” you whisper hotly, “like you said earlier, probably just think I’m your girlfriend.”

“Mmm they might when I make you scream big brother over and over again,” he laughs meanly, pinching your ass making you buck into his hips.

He pulls one of your legs up higher and slips his cock into your pussy; it’s an easy slide for his fat cock at this point, bottoming out quickly.

You whine into his shoulder, eyes fluttering from feeling sore and used.

“There we go,” he coos mockingly, “just let me fill up that slutty little pussy, right baby sis?”

“Uh huh,” you drool into his skin, teeth nipping to muffle any sounds you’re making, “fill me up so good.”

He’s slowly grinding his cock in you, pelvic bone catching your clit with every circle of his hips. Your pussy is so sensitive, you feel yourself edging closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Leon,” you sigh, cunt milking his cock as he slowly fucks in and out of your pussy, “you feel so good.”

He laughs at you, “Mmm I know, your tight hot pussy hasn’t let go of me since I slipped my dick in.”

You whine, walls fluttering at his words, “Can’t help it. You’re too big.”

He grips your ass in both hands, squeezing til the fat dimples between his fingers, “Nah you just got a little pussy. A cute little pussy that matches my cute little sister.”

You lay against him, mouthing at his shoulder and moaning as he keeps sliding in and out of your clenching hole. Slick is dripping out of your cunt and all over his cock, sliding down to coat his balls and thighs.

“This is the juiciest fucking pussy,” he growls in your ear, cunt squelching on every slow push and pull of his dick inside you, “do you hear how wet you are? God so fucking hot.”

“Mmm,” you slur, eyes lidded, “so stretched out, big brother.”

He groans, hips humping up into you for a few thrusts before he slows down again.

“Leon,” you whisper against his shoulder, “m gonna cum.”

“So soon?” his voice is low and deep, making goosebumps raise across your skin, “feeling that good, Princess?”

“Yeah,” you mewl.

“Say who’s making you feel so good, baby,” he growls, smacking your ass.

You roll your hips down harder at the sting and pant, “Big brother. Big brother fucks my little pussy so good.”

“Again.”

Your drooling, eyes dazed as you moan, “Big brother makes my little Princess pussy feel so good.”

“Good girl,” he condescends, “that’s right, no one fucks this pussy as good as me. In fact no one better fuck this pussy except me, right?”

“Uh huh, no one,” you shudder, “all yours.”

“That’s right. My little sister’s pussy is all mine,” he grunts, rocking you together faster, “gonna cum in you again, keep your little pussy full.”

“Need it,” your nails dig into his biceps, “fill me up, big brother.”

“Yeah, you love me breeding this cute pussy,” he grinds up into your clenching heat, “girlfriend’s got the neediest fucking cunt.”

A high reedy cry leaves your throat, pussy walls eagerly pulsing around his dick, “Yeah, yeah I do. Big brother!”

His hands come down to squeeze your ass, the fat dimpling between his fingers. He fucks into your pussy with short deep thrusts.

“Mm cumming,” your toes curl with the mounting pleasure ramping up in your body, “Le—“

You muffle your scream by biting down into Leon’s shoulder hard. Your orgasm makes the muscles in your thighs jump, hips humping down on Leon’s cock. Distantly, you feel him press up into your pussy and fill you with hot, sticky cum all over again.

Dizzy, you slump down onto Leon’s heaving chest.

You feel him run his hands up your back to pet through your hair. You nuzzle further into his chest with a hum.

“S’nice,” you whisper into his skin.

“Mmm,” he pets down your side before dragging fingertips across your hips, “think you’re gonna bruise, sweetheart.”

You push yourself up from his chest, eyes looking out the windows; seeing the other car is gone, you raise completely up.

“You will too,” you point out, fingers skating across the spots you bit and crescent marks from your nails.

He smirks, “Gonna get a lot of guys asking me who I fucked so good.”

“Leon,” you smack his arm, “so mean.”

He chuckles and smooths his hands down your thighs, “Yeah but you like it.”

Shyly your gaze drops to his mouth, “Yeah, I do.”

“As much as I’d love to keep you here all night, we probably should head back home,” he pats your hips.

Grabbing his shirt from before he slips it between your bodies.

“Up, princess,” he helps you raise your hips and presses his shirt against your puffy cunt.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he groans, shifting his gaze from your leaking pussy back up to your face, “need you to get dressed before I change my mind.”

Feeling a swirl of emotions, elated-aroused-fond, you nod your head and grab your panties and shorts. You slip them on after wiping down as well as you can.

You frown at the shirt in your hand, and look at Leon who’s got his jeans back on and scratching at his head with a yawn.

“What shirt are you gonna wear?”

He shrugs, “I’ll just say it got wet and I didn’t want the seat to get wet so I took it off.”

“Oh,” you fold it inside out, keeping the mess hidden, “well hopefully that works.”

Leon helps you climb back into the passenger seat; he follows and slides into the driver’s side. Cranking the car, he cuts on the defrost to help with the fogged up windows.

You two sit in a comfortable silence and watch the rain mist against the windshield.

“I had fun today,” you whisper, a secret just between you two.

He grabs your hand and kisses the back, “I did too.”

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vinomino · 20 days

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Failed Kidnapping Attempt

A joke of a kidnapping leads a rather strange man into your life.

Featuring: Endo.Y x f!reader

Contents: NSFW MDNI, mean!endo(when is he not), slight yandere!endo, assault(?), pet names, light choking, cunnilingus, squirting, pussy slapping, creampie, enemies to ???, hate sex, not beta read

WC: 4.1k, please I bs’d this in 3 hours idek what this is either…

The metal chair creaks when you cross your legs, leaning back into the hard shell. The bob-cut man raises his eyes at the noise, slightly squinting them before returning to typing on his laptop. Besides the clacking of keys, a radio box is tuned to a random station, and the man in the device is going on and on about vitamin drinks. The sound cuts off every few minutes but then returns with a static crack. There’s an old retro TV installed in a corner and a thick layer of dust is settled on the screen, turning it gray. The digital clock on the wall reads; 1:21 AM. It’s been more than three hours since you left your workplace and more than two hours of being in this chair. The rusted stoppings under the legs scrap on the concrete floor when you nudge it backward.

“Hey, stop that.” Bob-cut shoots you a glare.

“Stop what?”

“That– Moving around. It’s annoying.”

You dramatically glance around, “And do what instead? Sit here until the sun comes up?”

Without your phone, there was nothing to do but stare at the clock while listening to advertisements. The station was the odd kind that doesn’t play any music and if you had to listen to one more spiel about juice, you were going to smash it into pieces. “Well, I’m so sorry for annoying you– I mean, I’m just as annoyed as you!” The absurdity of the situation was starting to get to you. “Would anyone be happy in my situation? Please do tell me. I would love to know– because surely I’m not the first one.” He shakes his head at your sarcastic tone, not even bothering to think of a response. The lackey was stuck doing the underdog work of babysitting.

You watch him pick up his phone and tap his fingers on the screen. “Listen, just be quiet for a few minutes.” He groans, fatigued just as much as you were.

“You said that an hour ago.”

The cool-toned lighting wasn’t doing much to stave off your tiredness, you wondered if you should try your luck, fight the man, and book it. Every single second was testing your worn-thin limits, so you stand up and walk over to bob-cut and sit down in the chair across from him. He sighs and crosses his arms with no effort to stop you. The blue cushion on the office chair was dirtied, but it provided some comfort over the metal one. Your phone sits in front of him, turned off– silenced.

“When can I go?” You ask again.

“I don’t know that.”

“Then I’m going to go now.”

“You don’t even know where you are.” He’s blunt, with no firm emotion on his face.

They didn’t blindfold you in the car, however, trying to remember an hour-long drive was impossible, but anywhere would be better than this crappy old rundown office building. You click your tongue, rubbing your neck, “Well, I’d rather be walking down the street than sit here for another hour.” You debate on the two outcomes; being killed, or getting sold off. The first made more sense because selling someone off in the 21st century had to be the dumbest idea. People in your everyday life would notice your absence, your friends would try to find you, and your family wouldn’t stop until they have found you. The GPS tag on your keys, which were currently in your bag, was another safeguard. Selling someone off without a trace could happen, but the people who were holding you right now were not anywhere near the power and wealth required to pull off such a feat. If it came down to kill or be killed, then that would just suck.

Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you would deal with it when it happens.

“Can you play some music?”

No response.

“Hey, do you wanna see a funny dance?”

Silence.

“C’mon, at least tell me your name, because if I die I’ll be cursing you as ‘bob-cut guy’.”

A hard stare.

He runs his hands over his face, “Enough talk.”

The entrance door hits the wall, “Obiki!” A burly man steps into the room.

“Hashirao.” The bob-cut— Obiki, stands up to greet the new guy.

“This is the girl?” Hashirao juts a thick finger out at you.

“Hey~ sorry for taking so long.” A black-haired man strides in. “Got a little sidetracked.” He has tattoos covering every inch of skin you can see. “Alrighty, you guys can head out now.” The man laughs.

Obiki glances over his shoulder at you before following Hashirao out.

Now, you were alone with who you presumed to be the leader or someone with more information since those two listened to his word without any resistance. They also seemed too afraid to meet his gaze. The tatted man plops down in the chair next and swivels to face you, “You tired? It’s late.” He smiles and leans his arm on the table. “Aw, are you mad? What’s with that face, not feeling like chatting?”

Maybe sticking with Obiki wasn’t so bad.

“Can I leave now?”

His eyes widen, a coral blue, “Hmm? Who knows.” Another shit-eating grin.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Straight to the point~ but I don’t have any plans on killing you. It’s the truth.”

So, he is the mastermind behind this.

“Then why am I here?”

He shifts and spreads his legs a bit to get comfortable, “Someone wants to see you and they’re paying a lot to make it happen.” His fingers rub together to portray cash.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

You stand up and snatch your phone off where Obiki put it. “Then, I’d like to leave.” The more he spoke, the more he infuriated you. Making a ruckus at your work to lure you out, forcing you to sit past midnight in a chair because someone wants to see you? It’s insanity and you already know who wants to see you. That dude you kept refusing to give your number to, who sits outside your work in a spit-cleaned car to try and pick you up. He had to be an idiot to resort to paying someone to deliver you to him. The tattooed man grabs your wrist, “Why so sudden, pretty thing?”

You grimace, “That someone will be dumb enough to send you all the money with a little lying.”

“Seems like you know the contractor.” He chuckles, not budging. His other hand comes up to rub at the infinity symbol on his neck. “So much oomph to you, huh?” His lips creep into a lop-sided grin. Then, he starts listing off your information, your name, birthday, age, height, address, and everything someone would find in a medical file. “That’s you right?” A cocky tone.

Leaning into him to the point where you can see his pores, “You’re not very smart, huh?” You whisper back with a lace of malice, at this distance, you can see his pupils contract and the swirls of his irises. You’d like to believe that he’s taken aback, but he immediately goes back to his aloof demeanor. Unfortunately, you miss the way his cheeks faintly reddened.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” You scoff and pull away.

“What makes you think that?”

“Anyone can get that information on me.” A dull pain slowly builds at your wrist.

Lowering your arm, you also bring him down as well, his hand is still wrapped around you. “Let go.” An amused expression is all he gives you. He tilts his head to the side, his black hair bunches out on his shoulder, and he lets out a hum. “You’re not going to do anything, so just let go.” You attempt to call his bluff. His eyes darken, and immediately he shoves you backwards into the wall, grabbing your other wrist to pin both over your head. Your phone thuds on the ground, slipping out of your grasp. You let out a squeak, your arms are raised high enough that your top lifts and exposes your navel. He presses his body against yours, you feel his abs through his thin tank top. His forehead is above yours, black hair tickling your eyes, and you smell mint. “There are other outcomes than being killed.” His breath invades yours. His face goes all creepy, giving you goosebumps. Your eyes shake as you force them open– to not shut them tightly closed. The pounding of your heart fills your ears.

He releases you and takes a step back, “Alright, I’ll call this whole thing off.” Spinning around, he holds his arms apart. “I’m in a good mood.”

Rubbing at your wrist, you suppress your trembling, and start deeply inhaling to stabilize your breathing. Little black spots appear in your vision, blinking them away, you watch him grab your bag. “I’ll take you home.”

Your phone screen pops up color, it’s now half past two. The street was practically pitch dark, and you had a gripping voice in you to turn and make a run for it, to get as far away from this man as possible. In front, stood a motorcycle. Sleek, black, and definitely expensive. “I’m not getting on that.” You protest, you’d rather walk for miles than be pressed up against him again. “You got no other choice, sweet cheeks.” If you punch him hard enough in the nose, would he never smile again? The engine revs up, he situates himself on the bike, and then turns to you, gesturing with his head for you to get on. Giving in, you throw your leg over the seat, sitting a few inches away from him. “You’re gonna fall off if you sit like that.”

“Shut up and go. You should already know where I live.”

“That I do.”

To your demise, you end up with your chest all up on his back, the air whips around you as he speeds down the highway. Shutting your eyes, you squeeze your arms tightly around him to the point where his ribs poke you. “You’re squeezing me to death here.” He loudly laughs. Annoyed, you dig your nails into his stomach and claw at him. “Easy now.” His hand squeezes yours.

The two of you travel into a tunnel, fluorescent yellow stick lights make it bright enough to the point where your sight struggles to adjust. You sit back enough to move your head to see past his shoulder, the underpass seems to be endless. You’ve never ridden on a motorcycle through a tunnel before, the lights resemble an operating room. Unknowingly, your grip gets loose, and he clasps your hands tight into him, “Don’t let go.”

It must be approaching four. Tired, you rest your head on his shoulder blade, listening to the sounds of the city and rumbling engine. When you come to it, he pulls into your street, stopping at your apartment. Wordlessly, you hop off and head towards the front door.

“Hey,” he calls out to you on the motorcycle, “it’s Endo.” Endo raises his voice so you can hear, though he doesn’t know how conscious you are. “Endo Yamato! Don’t forget it!” You slowly blink at him and turn the lock. Stumbling inside, you slam the door shut behind you.

“What do you mean I’m fired? I didn’t do anything– that mess wasn’t caused by me!” The first thing in the morning you did was return your boss’s calls. The unsavory news of being fired was not how you wanted it to go. You even went willingly went Obiki and the other men so they would stop causing a scene.

“You sound alright so, yeah– you don’t need to return anything. Have a good day.”

“Wait–” The call ends.

You spent the rest of the day moping around on the couch. Squeaky clean and dressed in comfortable clothing, you run through the events that took place last night, the terrible kidnapping and Endo. You damn him to hell. You also damn that other douchebag to hell as well.

The doorbell dings and peeking out the peephole, you see Endo. What a bastard, you thought. Walking back to the couch planning to ignore him, he begins to bang on the door. “I know you’re in there, open up sweetheart!”

“How nice and cozy.” Endo swings his arm on the couch.

You give him a disgusted look. “Why are you here?”

“I missed you.” He giggles and claps his hands.

“Get out.”

“Aw, no way.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Let’s watch a movie! Oh, you were halfway through this one, let’s watch it together. Sit down–”

You snatch his collar, “I got fired because of you! Reimburse me!”

His blue eyes widen and he purses his lip. “Okay, what’s your routing number?”

“You happy now?” Endo grins, examining your face. You stare at the huge amount in your checking. Even if you worked every day for the next five years, you wouldn’t even come close to the number.

“You’re not going to report me? Sue me or throw me in jail?”

“Why would I do that?” He snickers at you flinching when he rubs the back of his finger along your cheek.

Now, you’re watching the rest of some drama movie next to your kidnapper/whatever he was. The circumstance was baffling, but Endo had the happiest expression on his face. The credits roll, you don’t even remember what the movie was about.

“What do you think about it?”

You scrutinize him under your gaze. “How many people have you kidnapped? Do you do this every girl?”

“That’s a secret.” He says with a hushed voice, blues twinkling.

Endo left and you’re laying in your bed trying to process what his intentions are. You couldn’t get a read on him at all, everything he did made no sense. Why did he even bother to get his lackeys to fetch you? Why is he even doing work if he’s well off enough? Why does he continue to bother you? Your phone dings again. He’s a weirdo. After hours of racking your brain do you fall asleep.

For the next month, he pops up out of nowhere and sticks himself to your side for hours. If you’re grocery shopping? He’ll spawn in next to you and ask if you’re getting scallions or leeks. You’re at the mall? He somehow finds you and tries to dress you up. At a bar? He’ll slide into the seat next to yours. Hiding in the library? He’ll find you. At a bus stop? He shows up on his bike. You debate sending all the money back, you haven’t touched it yet, and inform him to leave you alone. Even if you were with your friends, he’ll introduce himself and swiftly mingle in. It’s driving you mad.

“Are you stalking me?” You cross your arms.

“What’s that?” Endo plays dumb. You groan.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me?”

“Nope.” He grins while eating his popsicle.

Stopping in the doorway, “I’m going to go to sleep. Go home.”

He hums, “What if I don’t wanna?”

“Go away!” You shut the door shut in his face.

The prick crashed your date. The man you were meeting became more interested in talking to Endo about his golfing hobby than even looking at you. You got all dolled up for the occasion and now your mood is in a dump. Cursing at him, you punch your pillow. What in the world is wrong with him?

“Is this place alright?”

The random guy from the bar scratches the back of his neck. You were standing outside of a love hotel, something you thought you’d grown out of, but here you are. “Yeah, it’s fine.” Smiling, you wrap yourself around his arm. Endo needs to stay out of your business. You haven’t seen him all day. To be honest, you thought he’d appear out of thin air the moment you stepped into a bar again. When you make it into the rented room, you won’t see him for the rest of the day. With his constant presence, no man ends up taking you home and they either get weirded out by him or end more interested in him.

“I’ll pay for a room.” He goes to grab the door handle.

“Pretty girl, what’re you doing here?” A pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and your blood pressure rises.

The bar guy raises his brow, “Do– do you know him?” He points to the man behind you.

You cringe.

“Well, I don’t know you. So…you either scram, or I break your nose.” Endo speaks with intent.

He coughs at the look Endo gives him and scampers off while muttering something under his breath.

“Hey.” You shake out his hold and shove at his chest. You’re about to right-hook Endo in the jaw, but instead you give him the meanest glare you can muster. “What’s your problem? Are you seriously stalking me? Are you obsessed with me or something? Stop–”

Endo places his hand behind your head to push you into a kiss, easily sliding his tongue in since you gasped. His finger loops the belt hoop of your jeans and tugs your hips into him. To your horror, you moan and feel your knees buckle. Going celibate for over a month had worked you up enough. Stumbling back, you’re mortified, that one; you kissed Endo, and two; your panties feel damp. “What–”

“You’re quite worked up? Don’t you agree?” His eyes are creased, overjoyed that you’ve fallen into the palm of his hand.

The second you two were in that hotel room, he was all over you. Endo sucks on your bottom lip while his hand unbuttons your jeans. You tugged on his hair, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. He slides in hand into your pants, gripping at your ass before trailing his fingers right over your cunt. Endo smirks when he sees your debauched face, kiss-swollen lips, and hazy eyes.

“This wet from kissing?”

“Shut up.” You bark back, grabbing his shirt to continue making out. With enough movement from his hand, your jeans slip off your hips and pool on the floor around your ankles. He places a hand at the bottom of your ass, you get the memo and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you. Endo walks over to the bed and lays you down on it, mouths never breaking apart. He sprawls you over the sheets before leaning back, taking his tongue out your mouth to peel his top off. Fabric discarded somewhere on the floor, you’re finally able to see all the tattoos on his upper body. Black ink littered his skin. He bends down to kiss your stomach and pull your undies off, you bit your lip in anticipation. Your hormones override your thinking.

“Fu-Fuck–” You mewl when he slides another finger in as he sucks on your clit. If you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed by how loud the squelching was. But you couldn’t care less, not when you were receiving pleasure for the first time in months. Endo pins your hips down when you start trashing, nearing another orgasm. “Sh-fuck–I’m gonna–” Panting out.

“C’mon, gimmie another angel.”

Your legs quiver and your back arches off the bed as you gush on his face again. A high-pitched moan rips out of you as you squeeze your eyes shut. Endo beams at you, his eyes full of something you can’t describe. He lays a hand on your stomach and pushes up— pushing your top up and revealing your bra. In a swift tug, your shirt is on the floor and he clicks your bra open. He licks his lips at your bare form. A harsh pinch on your nipple has you whimpering, “Y-you asshole…” His hand comes down, a slap on your pussy makes you seize up.

“That’s not my name.”

“I don’t care–”

Another slap. Your pupils are blown wide open.

“Hmm?”

“Bastard…” You mutter under your breath.

Another slap.

“I heard that. Try again.”

Asshole. Prick. Piece of shit. You want to get up and leave.

“E-Endo…”

“That’s better, now, tell me what you want.” He rubs his hands along your folds. You’re starting to tear up.

“Just– just do it.”

“Do what?”

Frustration fields your entire body, and you bite your tongue, swallowing up your pride and ego because if you don’t get dicked down today, you’ll lose it. “Fuck me.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it, sweet cheeks?” Endo grins. “Say please.”

“Please— please. Please fuck me, Endo….” Fat droplets roll down your face.

He pulls both his pants and boxers down, you curl your toes already wanting him to be buried deep inside you. Without any notice, he flips you over, arm over your hips to have you on fours. You struggle to steady yourself, your breath getting stuck in your throat when you feel the tip of his cock sliding into your folds. Of course, he’s going to get as much satisfaction as he can. “Endo…I’m going to kill you.” You glare at him over your shoulder. He gives you an innocent look, “You remember my name? I wanna hear it.” That same shit-eating grin.

You have no dignity left after squirting on his face, “Yamato– I swear, I’m going to kill y–”

His cock slides in, stretching your walls out. Losing your balance, your face ends up on the mattress. Your jaw slacks open wide as he bullies his dick into your cunt, filling it up. Endo sighs when he bottoms out, “Damn– pussy feels s’good. You’re s’damn perfect…”

The bed muffles your voice, “Yam–shit…mnh! Fuck– slow–slow down!” The grip he has on your hips helps him pull you back into him, matching his thrusts. You bite the sheets as they soak up your drool. His balls hit your clit and all you can hear is the sound of skin on skin. You can’t even hear what you’re saying. His cock was practically smashing your cervix in, making you choke on the air. Endo wraps a hand on your throat and yanks you up till your back is against his chest. You cry out.

“Yeah? You– like that? Pretty girl can’t talk?” He mocks you.

All you can do is cry on his cock as he fucks you into oblivion. You don’t even register him flipping you onto your back until your knees are by your head and his dick is hitting new places. Yamato Yamato Yamato. You’re only allowed to think about him and the pleasure in you. This was the best you’d ever had. An unknown pressure builds up in your tummy. You need it. You need it so bad. “Your gonna cum again? Fuck– your s’sloppy baby.” His voice is making your head spin even more. “Hmm? You agree?”

It’s coming and you squeeze your eyes shut, pushing out tears. But then it abruptly ebbs away, “W-Why? Why? Please– I need it–! Please–” You see him laugh wildly, taking in the utmost delight you’re supplying him with. A feral gleam in his eyes. “Tell me who you belong me, okay? I’ll let you cum if you do.”

“You–shit…you! Yamato!” You plead, vision unfocused and saliva coating your chin.

“Pussy belongs to me, right? You’ll let me fuck it whenever I want, right?”

“Yes–yes! Ple–ease!” Agreeing to everything he says, you don’t care at this moment.

Finally, satisfied. Endo returns to his brutal pace, pounding into your gummy walls. Your eyes roll back into your head when you topple over. The orgasm rips throughout your body, crashing your nerves apart. Your nails dig deep into his shoulder as you breathlessly scream. He continues to fuck you through it, not giving you any rest. Overstimulated, you shake like a leaf, and the sheets below you feel wet. The pleasure sent you into another dimension. Endo now works towards his own peak. His brows furrow together in concentration, teeth grinding as he spills himself in you. Hot cum stuffing you full. You collect your bearings as Endo sucks on the skin of your breasts, leaving dark purple marks in his path. “Mmph…”

“What?”

“Ngh…”

Ring Ring Ring.

The phone on the wall blares through your afterglow. Endo gets up and walks to pick it up. You can faintly make out what he’s saying.

“Time……………........yeah…..can I add more time?..........thanks.”

He shortly returns to you, covering your body with his, shielding you from the cold.

“Angel, you alright?” Endo pushes your sweaty hair out of your face, a smugness emits.

Clenching your jaw, you raise your arm to card your fingers through this hair and tug as hard as you can, kissing him again. Maybe he’s actually obsessed with you. Maybe you’d end up just as obsessed as him. You want to burn him inside out, get back at him. The drenched cotton under sticks to your skin as you inhale the floral scent from the air fresher on the table. The lights are slightly dimmed and all you can hear is Endo. Even he doesn’t know what this is, an indescribable lust that wrecks his mind and a fiery passion that should’ve never happened in the first place.

#tw: kidnapping #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker smut #endo yamato #endo yamato x reader #endo smut #endo yamato smut #mino.writes #I wouldn’t post this at 7am but I fell asleep lol….

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