#rufo: road trip part 8

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Road Trip (Part 8)

Thank you all for the wait!  There be smut!

Rufo X Female Reader

Part 8 of Road Trip

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          When it came to be a good time I woke up Rufo, despite the small protests for some extra shut eye he made.  He really did love his rest.  Maybe because he never really got enough when he was always on the road?  I didn’t really know so I was glad he was at least getting some extra shut eye.

         “We should grab a hotel room for the night. I bet you’re beat from all the driving today.”  He grunted as he let his jacket fall into his lap when he sat up.  “Tomorrow we can camp out.  Weather channel said this morning it was going to storm again tonight and by the looks of them clouds it’s about to hit soon.  I don’t want you to get caught up in another storm.”  

         “Thanks, Rufo.  And thank you for that night.  I don’t usually have someone there for me during storms.  I wish they didn’t get to me, but it was nice to have someone with me for a change.”  I grabbed my bag and I grabbed his before he could which made him finally crack a smile.

          “Trying to be the gentleman now?”  He grabbed the bags from me with such ease and when I tried to take them back he had already turned quickly on his heel to walk into the hotel. “Come on.  I can hear some reruns of Cops calling our names.”  He called back to me and I hurried to get caught up to him, a smile at the corner of my lips.

          It was already starting to storm outside as we got settled into the room.  We were already changed into our pajamas when the first wave of thunder started.  He even had gotten into his clown look, which I couldn’t help but to watch again as he peeled his human face away.  When a loud crack of thunder sounded closer by Rufo saw me stiffen up.  He came up behind me and put his arm around my shoulder.  He guided me to his bed and had me lay down then laid beside me.  With the heavy comforter pulled over the both of us he slipped an arm around me to hold me close to his chest.  We didn’t exchange looks or words as I held onto him when more thunder and lightning flashed outside.  Even with the curtain pulled back, the lightning illuminated just a little bit of the room.  

         Being so close to him and being held by him made my heart flutter in that familiar way.  The feelings I had done my best to push away only bubbled back up to the surface. Even in the little moments they would try to rear their heads.  They were getting harder and harder to ignore the more time spent with him.  Even after finding out everything about him I couldn’t deny that I liked him.  I liked him a lot.  I shouldn’t have but I did, and I couldn’t ignore these feelings anymore.  I knew that after we part ways and I didn’t listen to them once I would regret it.

           I wasn’t brave often and I suppose the anxiety about what was going on outside was playing in a role to ignore my nerves to finally kiss him.  I propped myself up with some determination, even if I knew it probably wouldn’t end well. Rufo raised a brow as he watched me, probably curious if I was alright.  He was going to say something when I leaned into him, pressing my lips to his.  Rufo let out a surprised hum, his arm holding me tighter as his body stiffened in shock.  For a second there I thought he was going to get angry with me with what I had done, especially as he flipped me over onto my back so he could pin me with such inhuman ease.  His body loomed over me, his bright glowing eyes staring down into mine with a snarl to his lips.

         “I wouldn’t suggest that doll.  You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” His voice had dropped to a growl but that wasn’t helping his case.

         “I have an idea of what I’m getting into.”  One of my hands had slipped onto the back of his neck to kiss him again.  After the kiss broke he placed his hand around my throat and squeezed, just enough so I could barely breath.

          “You have no idea doll.  None at all.”  There was a snarl at the corner of his lips and there was a look of surprise as I grabbed his wrist, not to pull it off but to urge him to squeeze tighter.  “You’re just full of surprises (Y/N).  Maybe we’ll see what other surprises you got lurking away in that head of yours.”

         Rufo’s other hand slipped up my shirt, going slowly as he felt the softness of my flesh on his rough fingertips.  My back arched off the bed just a little as his hand finally groped my breast.  My eyelids fluttered as he circled my nipple then twisted it between his fingers.  His grip on my neck loosened as he twisted, letting me breath and to moan out with each thing he did.  

         “Wanna see a magic trick?”  A cruel smirk grew on his face and I nodded just barely which made him chuckle.  “Good. Very good.”  With the flick of his wrist a knife appeared suddenly in his hand. Honestly, it was impressive but now was not the time to focus on that.  “Tada!  And now to make this shirt disappear.  Maybe even see what your pain tolerance is like, doll.”

         And disappear it did as he slipped the knife underneath and cut a hole in it at the very top, all the way down to the hem. It wasn’t long for the remnants of cloth to be discard to the side.  He sat up on his knees as he started to lightly drag the tip of the knife across my skin, just enough to leave an angry red mark.  I stayed still as best I could, fear and arousal making my heart race. He placed the tip back on my breast and started to lightly dig in.

         “Maybe leave you a little something to remember this night.  Can’t have you forgetting about me so easily now can I?”  He chuckled lowly as the knife cut a line into my breast which made me cry out, both in pain and pleasure.  “Something simple.  Maybe my name.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  Yeah, you would.”

         Before he got to cutting more into my flesh he leaned down to lick at the blood that had seeped out.  He sucked hard enough to leave a hickey around the cut before he turned his attention to the flesh on my hip.  With a firm hand on my leg to keep it down he got to etching his name into my skin.  Moans and loud whimpering fell from my lips as he made quick and clean work of each letter, making sure each one was perfect like the last.

        “There.  That’s nice. Isn’t it doll?”  He grinned at me; a bit of blood had dripped down his lip that he licked at.  I looked down to his name now etched into my skin and nodded.  It indeed did look nice and I could tell it would scar over well. A little reminder.

         He lapped at the blood that oozed from his name while he worked on shimmying my pants off the rest of the way.  He even cut my underwear away before tossing the knife to the side, letting it clatter to the floor without a care.  His hand slid up my leg and his fingers grazed my clit, making me gasp out and parting my legs more for him.

         “Such an obedient thing.  Always listening so well and doing as told.  Isn’t that right (Y/N)?”  He cooed, something sinister and dark in his voice.

         “Yes, Rufo.”  My words wavered just a little as he started to slide two fingers into me, my walls squeezing at the intrusion.  “Yes, yes please.”

         “Gooood girl.  You’re going to listen to Rufo, and he’ll take good care of you.  Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.” His fingers were starting to pump quickly, reaching deep and hitting all the right places as they curled ever so slightly.  “Already so wet for me?  Only took a couple cuts and me to squeeze your neck?  My, my doll.  Aren’t you just downright naughty?”  He laughed as I whimpered out, nodding quickly.  “Bet you want to suck my cock.  You want your lips around it and me to fuck that pretty throat of yours.  Get on your knees like a good girl and I’ll fuck it real good.”

        When his fingers slipped from me I did as told and got onto my knees on the floor in front of the bed.  Rufo swung his legs over the bed, slipping off his pants then underwear to free his cock.  It was white like the rest of him and the blue happy trail led to a blue bush.  His cock was thick, and some veins bulged out along the length of it.  I could feel my mouth watering as I looked at it then up at him.  He stood up from where he was and slipped a hand to the back of my head.  He didn’t need to say anything as I opened my mouth for him as he grabbed his cock to guide it into my mouth.  He groaned out as he took his time at first but that didn’t last too long.  Not even as my throat was like it was burning and my jaw stung from the pain of the rough pace he had now set.  Both of his hands had gripped the side of my head and my nails were digging into the pale white flesh of his hips.  Words spilled from his lips, calling me a nasty little slut, a dirty girl who wanted to be filled with his cock, how he was going to make me cry and beg for him to stop but he was going to use me over and over until he was satisfied.  I ate it all up though.  Every word he said was music to my ears and the way he was using my mouth only made the heat between my legs grow more intense.

        After a proper amount of drool had made its way down my chin he finally pulled me off and I could get in a deep breath to fill my lungs.  With inhuman ease he tossed me back onto the bed.  It was his turn for a taste and as he went down my body he sunk his teeth into my skin.  Each bite made me moan and cry out, a beg without words for more which he happily obliged until he got where he wanted to.  His large hands easily pried my thighs open wider for him so he could take in the sight before him.  With a few more bites to my inner thigh, ones that would bruise well and beautifully he remarked, he got to work with his tongue on my clit.  He had to keep a hand on my hip to keep me down as I squirmed and arched off the bed.  He was groaning as he sucked and lapped at me, dipping his tongue into me now and then. My hands made their way into his hair to grab onto something and to tug which only egged him on even more.  He enjoyed edging me over and over and when he saw the tears streaming down my cheek he chuckled which only got me closer again as it vibrated against me.  

         “You want to cum so bad?  Not yet doll.  Oh no, not yet.  I want this to be special.”  He was licking his lips as he moved back over me, letting his cock press against me.  “God, look at you.  So desperate and needy.  All nice and bloody, covered in marks.  Could drive a man to kill, (Y/N).”

         He leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue as it slipped past my lips.  With a moan coming from me at the kiss he started to slide into me.  He was taking his time, letting me adjust to his size which I was thankful for. Though once he was fully inside me he set an almost bruising pace.  His face was in a snarl, his eyes glaring down at me as he watched my every move while I screamed and whimpered for him.  It was hard to hear anything going on outside with the sound of our skin slapping viciously together.  I couldn’t even find a care in the world for anyone who had the rooms next ours.  All I could care was the way his name spilled from my lips, the way his hands roughly grabbed my body as if he would tear me apart, the way his eyes sunk into their sockets slowly as his skin pulled against itself to make him look like a corpse.  He was so terrifying looking that I hardly even noticed the smell of old death until he got his face into mine and laughed, making sure I had inhaled deeply.

         “How does it feel to get fucked by the undead (Y/N)? How does it feel to be fucked by a monster who can tear you limb from limb?”  Rufo taunted me as he suddenly pulled out, flipping me over onto my stomach with such ease.  His grip was almost burning as he grabbed onto my hips to pull me up onto my hands and knees, thrusting right back into me to get back to his pace.   One hand went into my hair to pull my head back up, his other hand giving blow after blow on my ass.  “Tell me doll!  Don’t hold back on me now!”

         There had been a mirror that was hanging over the bed and finally I could see my face and how I looked.  I hadn’t even noticed the tears that had gone down my cheek and they still were going.  God, it felt so good though.  Each smack only made me cry out more and he was eating it all up.  Any time I screamed out his name he smacked harder. I could already feel the bruises forming but I didn’t care.  I was so close, and he could feel as my walls squeezed down on him.  As I was starting to squeeze around him he lifted me up, so my back was flat against him, his arm around my shoulders and waist.  My hands instinctively went to grab at his waist to try to keep myself stable even though there was no need.  Rufo was so warm against my back, almost to the point of it being painful.  His nails were digging so hard into my skin that he pierced through and I could feel the blood ever so slightly making its way down my skin.  His face made its way to the side of my head to bury into my hair, taking in my scent and letting me hear him growl inhumanly with every thrust.

           “Cum for me.  I want this whole damn town to know who gave you exactly what you needed.” His voice was a hiss in my ear, demanding with every word that came out of his mouth.

          And I couldn’t help but give into those demands.

         “Rufo!”  His name came out louder than before as I finally went over, my body shuddering in his grip.  Stars came into my vision as I rode out my climax and Rufo never eased up his pace.

         His name was the only coherent thing I could say, following by the mewling and whining mumbles that followed through. I could tell Rufo was getting close, I could feel his cock twitching and his breathing was becoming more ragged, his thrusts getting more erratic.  It wasn’t long until he pulled out and stroked himself until he came.  He sunk his teeth into my shoulder which made me cry out again.  He growled with every twitch of his cock as his cum covered my back and his stomach.  When he was done he let go of my shoulder and I could feel his tongue licking at the blood and there were even a few tender kisses beside the bite.  When my eyes opened again I noticed he was back to his normal alive looking clown self.  Well, mostly. Blood covered and ran down his chin and his hair was more wild than usual.  

         “Nice and easy doll.  Nice and easy.”  Rufo cooed as he laid me down on my stomach.  My body felt weak and if I stood I most certainly would fall back down. “I’m going to get you all cleaned up. Just relax there for me.”  He brushed some hair from my face, and I watched from the corner of my eyes as he left.  My eyes fell shut in exhaustion and I could feel how hard my heart pounded from our little excursion.  Though my eyes shot open when I felt the cold wetness of a cloth dabbing away at my warm skin.  “Careful there, doll.  Don’t move around too much.”  His voice was soft and soothing, such a drastic comparison to just a few minutes ago. “There we go.  Old Rufo’s got you.”

         He had me cleaned up in no time and I was like a rag doll in his hand which made him chuckle.  When he was done he tossed the bloody rag into the sink of the bathroom and laid down beside me.  He put on the reruns of Cops and had me curl up to his side.  It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.  The storm outside didn’t matter.  The stress of someone trying to find him didn’t matter.  

        I should have known better.