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#stalker AU
sunsetsimon · 4 months
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simon’s not one for social media. he doesn’t care what other people are up to, nor does he want anyone to know his life. but once his eyes are set on you, he immediately feels it’s a necessity. i mean, how else will he keep tabs on you?
he doesn’t even tell you he made it, keeping it his little secret. his account is bare, only following a few random tattoo artists and gym bros. he even has your post notifications on so that he doesn’t miss a thing.
sometimes he’ll rewatch your stories, holding down to pause them, frowning as he observes everyone in the frame. you said you’d be out with your two girlfriends, so who the hell are these guys lingering in the back? he almost shows up at the bar just to check on you. don’t even get me started on the jealousy he feels.
your account is public but only has a few hundred followers, consisting mostly of your friends, some old and new. he scrolls through all of their accounts, bookmarking any photos you’re in. every time your following goes up he checks each one, wondering who you could be interested in.
and every night before he sleeps he scrolls through each photo he has of you, zooming in on your face and staring, as if he could permanently burn it into his vision. it wouldn’t be much longer now until simon made sure you were all his. he just has to plan it right.
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skumhuu · 2 months
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How did Killer get to know Nightmare in the stalker au?
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One small act of kindness
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jiminstonic · 2 years
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In The Night | jjk
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pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader
word count: 2.3k
genre: smut, yandere, thriller
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot
— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.
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Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.
So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.
Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.
Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.
Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?
You remember the first time you’d noticed him watching you. He was only on the rooftop of the neighboring building, sitting with his tripod set just over the cement railing, pointed straight into your bedroom window. That was about three weeks ago. Now, though…he’s gotten bold. Instead of being atop the next building, he now sits right outside your window on the fire escape, just out of sight. Although, he tends to become sloppy with staying hidden when he can’t keep from stroking himself faster and faster at the sight of you.
The feeling of eyes on you is unbelievably strong, especially now that you know his routine. It only fuels your actions further.
Laying flat on your bed with your right leg propped, you pretend to channel surf on your tv that’s mounted high on the wall facing your bed. As your left hand is occupied with pressing buttons on the remote, your right is lightly tracing over your stomach and fidgeting with your naval ring every now and then. Starting at your sternum, the tips of your fingers ghost over your skin, all the way down the waistband of your shorts, and back up; never breaking pace. You can practically feel his eyes following every movement, and you’re positive you’re not the only one wishing it was his fingers on you instead.
Audibly sighing, you feign boredom and act as if you couldn’t find a channel to settle on, so you just power off the television and toss the remote to the side. This is where the fun truly begins.
You look down at your stomach, pretending to ponder, as you rest your hand against your skin. Slowly, you begin to move your hand further down your stomach and under the waistband of your shorts. From there, you press your fingers slightly onto your mound where your clit lies right between your folds, feeling the small phantom of sensation. It’s nothing much at all, but you want to take this slow to leave him anticipating your every move.
Your chest caves with an exhale, then making sure to exaggerate your inhale and puff out your chest, nipples more than visible under the thin material of your crop top. This has to be driving him absolutely insane.
And is it ever. Jungkook’s back is pressed against the brick wall of the building, his neck twisted almost painfully in order to see through your bedroom window that he’s sitting right next to. His legs are folded against his chest in an effort to stay concealed from view, mainly from you since he could give a shit less if anyone else sees him. He only cares about you. He only cares about what you think. You are the only one he craves. And goddamn do you look ravenous right now.
He could almost feel your skin under his fingertips with everything you’re putting on display. The way your breasts move up and down with your deep breaths, he could almost hear your gasps. If he tries hard enough, he just actually might be able to. It was impossible to miss the small opening in your window. His eyes are glued to where your fingers are circling in between your thighs. It’s almost as if you want him to see with the way your leg closest to the window is lying flat on your bed, giving him a front row seat of your clothed cunt.
The erection between his legs pushes against his dark skinny jeans, something he fears may become painful if he gets any harder. And with the direction you’re taking things, he most likely will. So, to relieve some of the pressure, he unbuttons his jeans and lets the zipper slowly slide down on its own. Afraid to miss something, he turns back to look at you, only to see that you’re practically mimicking his actions by sliding down your own shorts. The sight of it moving gracefully down your legs only to fly off of your ankle and onto the floor makes him wish more than anything that he were the one undressing you.
For now, he’s more than grateful to be able to see you like this, in one of your most vulnerable states, thinking that you’re all alone. The tip of his dick peeks out from his waistband, precum smearing onto his stomach as he watches you slowly grinding on your own fingers. You’re teasing him, you know you are. It’s the whole reason why you’re still rubbing yourself over your underwear and not directly on your pussy. That and the thin cloth gliding against your clit coupled with the feeling of a certain pair of dark eyes on you is electrifying. You’re starting to have a hard time not losing yourself in what you started.
Fuck it, you think as you twist around and reach to your bedside table where your pink vibrator lies. It’s a few inches long and not exactly thick, but the vibration does wonders every time. Once it’s in your grasp, you make yourself comfortable over the duvet with your back propped up against the pillows. It takes everything in you not to look out your window and meet his eyes as you slide your underwear down your legs. He still thinks I don’t know he’s watching, I have to keep going. With your underwear at the foot of your bed, you bend your legs and let your knees fall to either side of you, giving him a perfect view of your glistening pussy with your legs wide open. You wonder if he knows that you’re this way for him—because of him.
At this point, Jungkook’s cock is already out and in his hand. His pumps are slow while he simultaneously tries to focus on you and relieving his problem that you caused. His eyes are glued to your form, heart practically jumping out of his chest when he watches as you grab the vibrator. He’s torturing himself with the lagging movements of his hand, fingers only gently brushing that sweet spot just under his tip. It’s all driving him crazy. You’re driving him crazy. It’s as if he’s in a lustful frenzy with the way his chest rises and falls rapidly with deep breaths. His body is on fire.
And then, your legs open like the doors to heaven. His breath hitches, dick throbbing violently in his tight grip as a drop of precum trickles over his thumb and down his length. His pupils are blown wide as he looks on at your glistening, glowing cunt for the very first time. God has he dreamt of this. And you’ve beyond exceeded his expectations. Of course, he knew your pussy would be pretty, how could it not when it’s on your ethereal body? But this…it’s perfect. His mouth waters as he could practically feel your clit on his tongue, the taste of your juices so sweet and so you. Fuck, he thinks as he tears his gaze away to look down at his length, having to harshly pinch his tip in order to not cum just from looking at you. He wants to feel good with you, and he’ll be damned if anything’s going to ruin it.
Once he turns his head toward you again, you’re already gliding the pink vibrator against your bare clit. With that, he resumes his strokes on his now insanely hard dick. As his hand goes up, he closes it around his tip and twists lightly, only to go back down, smearing precum over his length. The sight of you watching where the toy makes contact with your pussy does so many things to him, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.
That is until your jaw drops slightly—lips parting with a gasp he wishes to hear—as you slowly push the vibrator into your cunt. He can’t help but jerk himself with a now bruising pace. You’re practically giving him a visual aid of what it’d be like to fuck you. Him inside of you. He’s toyed with the fantasy often…very often, but always dismissed it thinking that he doesn’t deserve to feel the soft walls of your pussy around him. Yet, there isn’t anyone else that deserves to either.
You’re definitely enjoying this more than you’d originally thought. Originally, you weren’t even going to go this far, but now you’re in too deep, and you have to see it through. You’re also not complaining. You don’t even have the breath to do so when all that passes your lips are moans and groans from the euphoria flowing from your core. A thin layer of sweat coats your chest, giving you the perfect opportunity to lift your top, revealing your breasts. Your nipples immediately harden from being exposed to the cool air of your room, only enhancing the feeling when your fingertips smooth over one of them. With one hand on your cunt and the other toying with your nipple, a jolt of pleasure shoots through your body as your back arches and your head falls back onto the pillows. The otherwise quiet room is filled with your noises and all you can think about is him and what he might be doing to himself right now. You must be sick to be getting off to your stalker, but you don’t want any medicine either. It’s the best high you’ve had in a long while.
Your walls clamp around the vibrator as you move it in and out of you at a steady pace. For the first time you can feel the vibrations on your clit from inside, and it’s ecstasy. You’ve tried it before, yet your attempts were futile. It has to be him doing this to you; the effect he has on you is dangerous, but it feels so good.
Meanwhile, Jungkook is having a hard time not reaching his climax before you. He feels blissed out, both from his own motions and just looking on at your form. If he could only replace the hand on your breast with his, and the vibrator with his cock—oh, he’d stretch you out so fucking good, he just knows it. And while he hadn’t heard your moans before, he sure as hell hears them now. Your sweet, pleasured noises make his head spin and he is absolutely feral. The things he would do, the people he’d kill to put his mouth on your skin, on your pussy, on your lips. Oh, those lips of yours would look so pretty around his cock.
Suddenly, he sees your chest heaving, eyebrows furrowing, and mouth opening wider as you move the vibrator in and out of you at a faster rate. He mimics the pace on his own length, the feeling getting stronger and stronger and he knows—you’re about to cum together. He doesn’t stop, just as you don’t, and his eyes are practically superglued to your pussy, watching it suck in the toy every time you pull it out. Shit, you must be so tight and—
Simultaneously, your body jolts right as cum shoots from his tip. You ride out your orgasm on the vibrator as Jungkook milks his throbbing cock with gasps in the night. In his mind, all of his cum is shooting deep into you, so much so that it would leak from your cunt. It’s much better than the reality, which is all of it landing onto the fire escape and even over the railing.
You push the vibrator into you one last time before turning it off and pulling it out. Your walls spasm at the friction, extremely overstimulated, and you hiss at the feeling.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, the same thought runs through both of your minds: That’s the hardest I’ve ever came.
And you’re satisfied with yourself, confident that you put on a good show for him. And who knows, you might even do it again sometime. You know for sure he’ll be back after tonight.
But right now, you’re spent, completely exhausted to the point that you don’t even bother putting your clothes back on and just pull the duvet over your form. With the last bit of energy, you reach over and pull the string to your lamp, blanketing your room in darkness as your heavy eyelids fall to a close.
You’re just on the edge of slumber when you feel a dip in your bed. Finally, your cat Minx came to lay with you for the rest of the night. With that thought, you let yourself fall asleep once again.
Until you remember that Minx never jumps on your bed by herself.
Your eyes snap open to find Jungkook’s dark and bulky form crawling onto your bed, now much closer as his face is mere inches from yours. The smirk on his lips is sinister, striking fear into your soul.
“You didn’t think we were done just yet, did you, princess?”
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© jiminstonic June 2022
a/n: this is my first time writing smut so go easy on me pls! this was originally in my drafts forever and i finally got the will to finish it, and im so glad i did. i hadn’t initially planned on releasing it this early, but decided to for the follower milestone because that is more than i could ever ask for. the support is amazing and im so thankful <333
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armpirate · 5 months
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Twisted || San
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pairing: Stalker!Choi San x fem!reader
w.c.: 8.1k
Warnings: [Violence] Graphic Violence, mention of wounds and torture. [Sexual] Smut, dom!San, voyeourism, cum play, unprotected sex, name calling, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, spanking, choking. If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.
Summary: You had been getting calls and texts from a mystery number for a few months now, you even went to the lengths of installing a security alarm because you didn't feel safe anymore. If only you knew what you thought was danger was closer than you thought...
Aprox. time of reading: 36 minutes
After you stepped in your place, you started to analyze everything that met your eyes, trying to remember if it was in that exact place before you left. Small details like: was the empty vase settled perfectly in the middle of the top shelf over your TV, or was it a bit to the right? Did you set your shoes straight at the left of the door, or you left in such a hurry that you didn't bother? Maybe you were just being a little too paranoid.
Closing the door behind you, you made sure to lock it, turning the key twice, hearing the two clicks, before you took them out and also closed all the extra locks you had added for your own security. Finishing that routine with your hand pulling the knob, just to make sure the door was indeed closed.
It wasn't like something happened, but ever since you started receiving anonymous texts, you prioritized your safety more than anything else. At first, they were dumb messages you could ignore, things that any bored person would've sent to mess with the first person they came across to on social media -especially when you had all your professional sites linked to your Instagram. But those texts weren't prank calls or horny texts, that you could easily ignore and move on. No. There was something dark in them, something so personal and intimate, despite not displaying anything, that gave you goosebumps every time you dared to read them. And it only got worse when pictures were sometimes linked to them. Photos of you taken from afar, keeping a safe distance so you wouldn't be able to notice them as you did your day to day chores -something as simple as going grocery shopping, going to work or even meeting up with your family.
That person knew everything about you. Where you lived, what were your favorite places, when he'd be able to find you there... So easy to hunt.
It wasn't surprising you decided to reach out to the police, but also to one of the classmates you had in college, and that you saw every once in a long while whenever a small crew from your past colleagues decided to do a gathering to meet up and catch up with one another's lives.
You saw it clearly when one of your friends mentioned his father owned a security company and also added how San was quite good with technology, after you mentioned how there had been many robberies in your area so no one would be scandalized for what was happening to you.
Although San didn't ask a single question about it. He just installed the camera -that glared at the door, but still caught half of your couch- and the sensors in your living room, finishing his work by installing an app on your laptop and your phone, so you would have control of the security system from those devices. You weren't really surprised by his silence, because back in uni he didn't speak much either -that was why it didn't make much sense to you as to how he ended up in that group of friends either. Not like it was that important.
He was so intriguing, yet so expendable at the same time. The type of man that only got your interest while he was in front of you, because as soon as he stepped away, you completely forgot of his existence. It definitely wasn't because of his looks, at all. He was attractive. Sharp features that looked so intimidating, but also appealing at the same time. His foxy brown eyes radiated something you weren't able to tell, maybe because he never kept his eyes on you properly whenever he was in your presence. Under his clothes, you could tell he probably had a thin body -maybe more toned than what you were imagining, but that was the most your imagination could reach when it came to him. He was also tall, but not excessively, just enough to have you slightly curving your neck to look up to him when he was a bit too close.
San would be your ideal man if he only spoke more than two words in a row.
After having dinner, and making sure you've picked up everything you left around your house when you left in a hurry that morning, you decided to head to your room.
You just turned on your laptop to have some background sound while you put your clothes back in the closet, playing the first video that appeared on your recommended list on Youtube.
The sound of the notification got your heart beating fast, assuming it was one creepy picture again, but your body relaxed when you saw Chris' name on your screen, along with a suggestive pic. You smirked, placing your forearm over your chest, hiding just enough to be as suggestive as him before you snapped a picture. And while you giggled and found some joy in it, there was someone else who didn't like a single bit of what he was seeing.
San saw your half naked figure in one of the monitors, in the darkness of his room, clicking his tongue and twisting his jaw when he saw the kind of pic and text you exchanged with that guy on the other monitor. With you, it was impossible for him to know what mood he'd be in for the night. He had seen you in several different states and situations, and he swore he got more attached to you the more he observed. Except this. This was one of the things that made him want to block your phone out of nowhere, staring at your confusion and rejoicing after interrupting that short sexting time.
But he didn't. He controlled himself and just allowed you to go on, witnessing every dirty word and naughty promise you were dedicating to someone that wasn't him -but that one day it would, and he'd made sure of it.
You slipped the last piece of clothing down your legs before you kneeled in the middle of the bed, still with your phone in your hands -and judging by the intensity of the conversation, he knew what was coming next. Dragging one of the pillows where you were, straddling it, you got everything ready.
San looked at you intensely when you started grinding your hips against the fabric of your pillow, studying every move, admiring the shadows the lights from the streets created on your body, and how he was able to see how perfectly stiff your nipples were despite the distance. You placed it all facing your computer, almost as if you wanted to pull that show for him.
Chris: Are you fucking yourself with your fingers thinking it's my cock?
You: Yeah
San silently scoffed at your reply, seeing how desperately you moved your hips against the pillow.
"Liar, liar, liar" he sang, shaking his head slowly.
It didn't matter though, because you lied to another guy. He knew you wouldn't ever be able to lie to him. You would never do something like that.
Your head fell back, moving faster before you dropped your phone over the mattress. And San cheered at seeing that monitor going black in the middle of the conversation. Seeing you like that was a spectacle he loved seeing, but all those texts with someone else made it less attractive. He loved seeing you in that state, so lost in your own pleasure that you weren't aware how hard your fingers were gripping on the fabric of the covers and how your lips were perfectly parted. He had lost count of the many times he had jerked himself off to that same image, studying your orgasms throughout those weeks to be able to tell when you were close so he would finish at the same time. You always dropped a high pitched scream leave, before your lips puckered and your eyes shut tight as you orgasmed, slowly stopping your moves. San definitely enjoyed it more when you just randomly touched yourself because you watched some good porn that made it difficult to control yourself. Wet pussy in full display in front of the monitor as you slid two fingers in, or just rubbed your clit, while lazily looking down at the scenes on the screen. It felt different to what you were doing that day. He wasn't even able to enjoy it properly...
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San sat on his chair, full attention on the monitors as soon as he got a notification of your alarm being disconnected. You entered abruptly in your place, hands grasping on the new guy's clothes as if you were looking to rip them off. Soon you two were completely naked, and you were straddling his lap on your couch, letting your bodies clap against one another with every move of your hips.
He just looked at you two, expressionless while he fought his need to stop what he was seeing. His phone was so close to his hand, he only had to send one of the several pics he had saved of you to know you'd stop it all.
The hard slap on your ass, followed by a groan from you, was the last straw for him. He twisted his lips, finally reaching for his phone.
It seemed like he wasn't doing his job properly if you were going to allow just anyone to step in your place. He couldn't let you be so reckless and get away with it, you just needed to be reminded of your daily risks again.
You were immersed on how you were feeling, moving your hips automatically to reach that high that was so close from you. Still humping on Chris' dick, you reached to your phone, stretching your arm behind you while he held you tight so you wouldn't lose balance. Although he didn't need to hold you for much longer, because your whole body froze over him when you looked at the screen.
Unknown: So you need more than just pics now?
That text was followed by one of the pics you sent Chris the other day, and you weren't sure how else you were supposed to react, but you rushed to stand up and cover yourself with your oversized flannel, while the brunet man just looked at you confused.
"I need you to leave" you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Leave? Now?" he smirked, thinking you were joking "I just got here".
"I don't give a fuck" you threw his clothes at him. "You think this is a game? Fine, game over. I'm done".
"What are you talking about?".
"What am I talking about? You've been sharing the pics I've sent you around" you commented, showing him the new text. "Tell your friends that it's not funny at all. You're a bunch of dickheads".
You knew Chris, you knew his circle as well, and you saw them completely capable of pulling an anonymous joke on you just for their laughs. But the fact that they did it in a time where you were so sensitive to everything got you even angrier than you'd have been before.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Chris replied, putting his clothes on. "You would've been a good fuck, but it's definitely not worth it" he stared at you. "'I'm not ready' 'I can't meet today'" he mimicked your voice. "Always leaving me with blue balls only to end up kicking me out over that bullshit. Fuck off, Y/n".
San smiled throughout the whole argument, completely ignoring the fact that you didn't even think of him when you saw the picture back in your phone. He could omit that, knowing that Chris was going to leave your apartment in the next three minutes. But his smile slowly dropped when he started speaking, mocking you and dragging you for just making him wait until you were ready. Who did he think he was to speak at you that way?
Somebody needed to be humbled.
He made sure to come back to you later that night, hands still tinted in a soft red by the blood he wasn't able to take away on the first cleanse, while his fingers traced your cheek as if it was the most delicate thing he had ever touched. Suddenly mesmerized by how peaceful you were in your sleep.
Your hair was spread over the white pillow, and your right arm stretched to the empty space next to you, making sure your body would take most part of it. And seeing you like that, he assured again he would never allow anyone else to treat you the way Chris did a few hours before. He broke his hands for ever thinking he was enough to touch you, and did the same with his jaw for even thinking the words he aimed at you.
You would always be safe.
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It had been a few days since you last heard of Chris. And just like him, the anonymous text and weird calls also disappeared. You were quite used to relating everything to coincidences, but that one just seemed a bit too suspicious to ignore it.
It didn't matter though. You were finally able to breathe.
Moving around your apartment, you stopped when you were finally done cleaning the house. The fresh scent made you excitedly jump in your place, happy to be able to enjoy that delicate smell before it disappeared with your nose getting used to it.
San unconsciously smiled when he witnessed the way you moved in the same place, letting the elastic of your shorts raise accidentally from your hips to your waist with every small jump.
He thought he was going to be enjoying another show from you, taking your clothes off in the middle of the living room while you made your way to the bathroom. But all his hopes were interrupted by the sound of your phone.
Grace.
Reading that name instantly made him roll his eyes. She was a pain in the ass whenever they hung out, always trying to keep you away from him, moving around you like a satellite to make sure he wouldn't get close enough to start a conversation.
And if only she was interesting enough to keep a conversation through the phone... But no, she was as obnoxious and priggish, even when he wasn't seeing her face. The tone of her voice allowed him to picture perfectly the shape of her face moving with her words, and that was the only time he allowed himself to disconnect from you. At least until his name casually dropped in the conversation.
"San? What about him?" you asked, supporting yourself on the back of the couch.
You didn't know why she was suddenly sneaking his name in the conversation, when you two were talking about how Chris suddenly disappeared after being a complete asshole to you.
"I think he has a crush on you" she giggled.
Frowning, unable to tell whether she was right or not, you tried to know why she thought that "You think so?".
You were aware of some of the glances he aimed at you while you weren't looking, whenever you two hung out with the group. But you never thought too deep about it.
"No" Grace cackled, making San move uncomfortably on his seat. "He's so weird it's hard to tell what goes through his head. I bet he has never gotten his dick wet".
"You say that because he has never tried to fuck you like Sam and Will" you rolled your eyes. "I just think we might not be his type, and that's okay. He's fine though, whoever ends up with him will land in heaven".
"Really?"
San's jaw clenched with every new comment Grace made. It was as if she couldn't deal with the fact that you were praising him.
"Really" you nodded.
There was a silence between you that made him uncomfortable, as if the next thing that would be said was meant to change his plans completely.
And he wasn't wrong.
"I've been good, maybe I need a bit of heaven"
"My god... what do you mean?"
"I think I like him".
"You make no sense" you scoffed, although he wasn't able to tell if it was due to tiredness or you were suddenly upset about something. "You like him but you were throwing dirt on him?"
"You said he was fine. Of course I needed to throw dirt on him".
"Because I have eyes" you placed your hand on your hip. "You were the one who asked".
"Also, you should've heard yourself when I said he has a crush on you. Do you still have a crush on him?".
San suddenly looked confused at the monitor, trying to read your exhausted expression before you turned, back facing the camera.
"That was years ago" you assured her. "You know what would've happened at the Christmas party. Like I said, we're not his type. So it was for the better that he didn't show up".
Were you talking about the Christmas party a few people in your class organized to get to know each other? If he had known you were feeling that way about him, he'd have attended no matter what.
His brain was working the fastest it had ever worked, trying to wrap himself around the idea that you would be his in that exact moment if he had gone to the party. And it only got worse when he remembered the reason he didn't go: Grace. She told him you weren't feeling comfortable around him, and that was also why he tried to get closer to your group of friends the next months -although he couldn't stand a single one of them. He tried to be more approachable for you, only to be part of a shitty group of friends and have you more distant and disinterested in him than before.
If he ever thought he hated the several guys you introduced to them in those three years, he was proved what real hate was in that moment. Rage took control of his body, finding himself picking up the keyboard just to crash it against the desk, not caring in the slightest for the several keys flying around with every hit he made.
If she wanted to mess with him, it was fine. He'd mess with her, too.
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You looked for Grace all night. Going from one group of people to another, trying to get to know where the hell she was. It wasn't the first time she left you hanging and made you handle all by yourself everything that was related to your birthday party.
You never expected much from her in general, but missing your birthday party? That was a new low for her, especially when she encouraged you to drop a party that you didn't even want in the first place.
Hopeful that the message you received was from her, when you felt your phone buzzing in your hand, you unlocked the screen. Only to feel your heart squeeze in your chest when you realized it wasn't Grace, and it wasn't a message supposed to make you happy either.
Unknown: I'm getting closer to you. No one will tear us apart
The promise in those words got your hairs raising, your whole body was only able to pay attention to that text while you ignored everything that was going on around you. Your friends slowly disappeared, the music started to vanish until it turned to sounds with no rhythm.
A hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality, making your body squirm slightly as you turned ready to fight. Both of his eyebrows raised with concern, trying to calm you down at the same time he took a step back.
"I didn't mean to scare you" he assured you, while one of his gentle hands stroke your upper arm.
"Don't worry" you shook your head. "I don't really know why I reacted that way" you shyly mentioned, scratching your temple.
"I mean, I know I'm not the hottest, but to the point of scaring you..." he teased you, suddenly grinning. Calm at seeing you sigh and light a smile, he spoke again "Happy birthday, Y/n".
Something in his attitude shifted. You weren't complaining at all, but it wasn't the way San usually acted around you. He tended to be more serious, and distant. And today he was close and cheerful, you'd dare to say he even seemed flirty.
"Did you come alone?"
"Yeah" he nodded, both hands peeking inside the pockets of his dark jeans. "Who would I come with?".
"I don't know. A girlfriend?" you joked. And you regretted your own words, because why the thought of him having someone else was making your stomach twist that way "Or maybe a colleague. I didn't say you couldn't bring any people".
"I think it'll be enough with you" he playfully mentioned.
You looked down while smiling, trying to hide how hard your cheeks were burning for his words.
"Want to get some fresh air?" he invited you, bending over you a bit so he'd be able to whisper in your cheek "I got you a present".
San was the first one in that party that thought about getting you something for your day. At that point, he could've bought you a pair of socks, and you'd be treasuring that detail for the rest of your life.
You both made your way out of the club, only hearing the drowned music behind you whenever the big door closed behind the people that either came in or out. He handed you the shiny box that he had left at the wardrobe, waiting for your reaction while you broke the wrapping paper. "You really didn't have to".
Instead of answering, San just shook his head, waiting for your face when you finally opened the white box and saw what was inside of it.
It was a vintage well-crafted music box. The same one you had been looking for for years. You touched every small pearl, every golden detail, amused with the idea of finally having it in your hands. He could've bought the basic version, that only had a sun at the top, but instead he made his way to the upgraded one -the same one you gave up on because of how expensive it was.
Biting your lip, you moved the key in circles, until you reached the top and just let it turn by itself, hearing the automated and slow sound that came from it.
"How did you know?"
"I heard you mentioning it one of the times we hung out with the group" he answered ", and also when I installed the security system".
Clearly, he lied. He couldn't tell you he saw what you were looking at on your phone on one monitor, while he spied on you with the other.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like this one..." he lied, trying to make it less weird.
"You kidding? It's the one I've been saving up money for" you closed the box. "Thank you so much".
You two weren't close. You were a touchy person, in general, but never with San. But that day your arms wrapped around his neck instinctively, while you stood in your tiptoes, trying to feel him as close as possible. Unlike what you expected, San wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. It was a simple touch, but your whole body reacted when you felt his lips on your shoulder.
You didn't let him move away from you, your lips met his before he was able to stand properly. A soft and chaste kiss, a simple rub of your mouth that got San floating, just to fall back to the ground when you moved back.
"I'm sorry" you quickly apologized, moving away. "I didn't know... It was a mistake".
"Really?" he tilted his head, while his eyes looked harshly at you.
"I can't do this"
"Why?"
"I can't do this to Grace" you whispered, remembering how she confessed her feelings to him not even a few days ago.
"And who gives a fuck about her?"
Those were his last words before he pulled you back into a kiss, hands gripping your neck to make sure you wouldn't move away again. Guilt only stayed with you for a few seconds, the time it took him to suck on your lower lip with such delicacy and slowness that made your knees go weak.
His lips were demanding, yet soft and careful, on yours. You were so receptive to what he was giving you, that he thought he was dreaming. Finally having his hands on you, while his tongue dug in your mouth, trying to discover every corner in it. Your back arched instantly when he set your neck free, hands moving down your torso, until he was cupping your ribs, thumbs ghosting the edge of your breasts.
"You taste so fucking good" he groaned against your lips. "So so fucking good, Y/n".
He meant every single word, finally living what he had been fantasizing about for years. And you topped his expectations, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and playing with his hair while he moved down to your jaw and finally sank his mouth on your neck.
"San" you sighed, head automatically moving to the side so he'd have better access to that spot. "We can't..." you found yourself battling with your own voice to get the words out properly "Not here".
At that point, he didn't care where to do it, or how many people were watching. He just wanted to be buried deep in you, and mark you as his like he had been dreaming of for so long.
"Let's go to your place"
San sucked on your neck slower when he heard your idea. His house was the last place he wanted you to be at that moment, not when there were so many things he needed to keep from you.
"I think it'd be better to go to your house instead" he tried to make you change your mind.
"It's a mess. I doubt we'll be able to find the bed there"
He knew, he saw the way you dropped your clothes all over the place every time you change clothes because the outfits weren't convincing enough, and he saw how you gave one last regretful look before you closed the door behind you.
"I can fuck you somewhere else" he joked.
"Let's just go to your place" you grabbed his wrist. "I've never been there, and I'm curious".
If there was a way to really know someone, it was getting inside their home and being able to see every small detail that could give away their personality and habits. You had been in most of your friends' houses, but despite knowing San for three years, you had never been in his.
When you bit his lip and pulled it in between your teeth while looking him in the eye, he wondered how he was supposed to resist what you wanted. There was no way he would ever be able to say no to you.
He only had to keep you away from one room. That was it.
You were aware of how tense he suddenly was on your way there, his hands were rigid on his lap while he kept his eyes away from you. It was as if he was back at his usual self, completely forgetting the man he pretended to be back in the party.
"If you're really uncomfortable about it, we can go to your place another day. I didn't mean to pressure you".
San landed his eyes on you. You were definitely the sweetest person he had ever met, a living ray of sunshine wherever you went. Maybe that was what drew him to you the first time he saw you with that big smile in class.
"I don't usually take girls home"
You knew he wasn't sharing his apartment with more people, he lived completely by himself. So your heart softened at the idea that, maybe, he wasn't really the type to do one night stands.
"I promise I'll make it worth it" you whispered against his lips.
"You already are" he assured you.
He kissed you again, pinching your chin to keep your face up in his direction, while his other hand moved over your thigh, hiding in the back of your knee. You thought you'd be having a hot make out session in the back of the back, but he broke the kiss when you were about to slide your tongue in your mouth.
"I can't get enough of you, angel"
One of the reasons that kept him from moving closer to you was how afraid he was of going so deep he wouldn't be able to escape. If he ever got the taste of you, he wouldn't ever want to give up on you. But he was already trapped. The first year, he tried to focus on other girls, but you were the only one that kept showing up in his head every time he tried to. And by the second year, he was too far gone. He needed to know absolutely everything about you, it wasn't enough with the superficial talk you had whenever you met up by chance. And you served yourself in a silver plate when you gave him access to your house and all your devices. It was as if you wanted him to know everything about you.
San was sweet and gentle with you the second you two stepped in his apartment. He went slow and easy on you, treating you like you were the most delicate thing he had ever crossed ways with.
His tongue traced every curve of your body, as if he wanted to keep them with him forever. He hugged you tight, and hid his face in the curve of your neck every time he pounded into you, feeling in heaven with every squeeze of your walls. He then knew you were definitely made for him. You woke up in the middle of the night, turning to San to find him peacefully sleeping while his hand held your neck with care. You were convinced you were over him, but your old self was jumping excited in your head, still not able to process you finally got to sleep with the man you fantasized about.
Maybe you should've stayed in bed and got back to sleep, but you suddenly felt uneasy and uncomfortable, forced to get up. You moved slowly, trying not to wake San up before you made your way outside to look for the bathroom.
Unlike in your place, there wasn't a bathroom inside his bedroom, so you had to look into the first door you saw as soon as you walked outside in the dark. You wanted to step back and move to the only door left, but something about that room dragged you in.
The small light from the computer tower lit the room vaguely, only allowing you to see some squared shapes.
Maybe you should've just ignored it, and closed the door behind you while you looked for the bathroom, but the fact that you barely knew anything about San -and the thought of that possibly allowing you to know more- encouraged you to step in.
You were expecting some nerdy things. Maybe that was the "dude room" where he kept his funkos, his anime dolls and the eight seasons of Game of Thrones on DVD. But you felt your blood stop running through your veins when you switched the lights on. In front of you, there was a wall filled with pics of you, you could even recognize some of those pictures because he had sent them to you to scare you. Some of those pics were the cause you installed the security alarm in your house.
Walking towards the computer, you were scared of what you'd find there. You lost balance for a hot second, feeling your body falling backwards when you saw your empty living room in one of the screens, while the other two were completely black.
"I didn't know you were this nosy, angel"
His deep voice filled the silence in the room, falling heavy on your back before you found the courage to turn around and face him. That soft and gentle gaze was gone, and was replaced by an icy look you had never seen before on anyone.
"What's all this?"
"Do you really need me to explain it to you?" his right eyebrow raised, looking down at you ironically. "I think it's quite obvious".
"All this time... It was you?" you could've run, but your back was glued to the desk.
"All this time" he nodded, taking one final step in your direction. "But you're finally where you belong".
He tried to reach your cheek with the reverse of his fingers, but you moved away, avoiding his touch while your eyes were still on his. San's smile widened after your reaction.
"That's how you knew about the music box..." you frowned, realizing how deep in your intimacy and privacy he'd gone to watch you.
"I know everything about you" he continued. "I even know about the people that hurt you when you were too blind to see it.
And, suddenly, a few names started crossing your mind. But San spoke before you could take a guess.
"Remember that guy... " he supported his weight on the edge of the desk, caging you "Johnny, was it? I don't know when he thought that crossing any boundaries with you would give him a happy ending" San scoffed.
He was probably one of the longest flings, and the one that got you in that weird situation where you thought you were finally over San. Although he ended up making you be done with men in general during one of your dates, when he didn't understand that you rathered to go home to suck his dick, rather than doing it behind one of the bushes in the middle of the night. The next day, he showed up with his face full of bruises and wounds, with his right hand bandaged, and with his apologies written down in paper because he wasn't able to speak properly.
Seeing your realizing gaze, San continued "Chris had the same fate" he clicked his tongue. "He didn't understand that he needed to treat you right if he wanted to be around you, so I had to break his other hand to get him to understand". He bent closer to you, letting his warm breath coat your chin "And don't even get me started on Grace. She played you, and fooled you into thinking I didn't like you because she knew I would never like her back".
"What did you do to her?"
"There's only one way to get liars to stop telling lies" that dark smile was back at it again. "Remember that scene in the House of Wax?".
Of course you remembered. Your whole body squirmed at the sensation of feeling your lips glued together, and only being able to separate them in the most hurtful way possible, while you watched the movie at night by yourself a few weeks ago.
"She really thought she could get in between you and me, and that I'd let it go so easily" he shook his head. "She now knows I'd do anything to keep you".
You should've been scared for yourself, you should've been thinking of the several ways to get out of there safely and make it to the nearest police station, but you stood there, staring into his eyes, finding some type of amusement in his words. You had heard several boys telling you exactly what he said, although most of them were either desperate to get inside your pants or were on a countdown for their climax. But San seemed so honest about it, so captivating that everything else suddenly disappeared.
"Anything?"
San was surprised by your question, confused by the tone you were using, and intrigued by the way your eyes landed on his. You raised your chin, leaving the scared deer one behind, to face him and mirror a tiny bit of his confident presence.
"Whatever you want, angel"
You looked over your shoulder, body feeling a bit hotter when you thought of the things he might've seen while looking at that same screen.
"I think it's time to stop looking at that screen, isn't it?" you turned to him.
"You aren't scared?"
His brows furrowed slightly while asking that question, doubting whether you were serious or just pulling an act to run away as soon as he let his guard down. And you were at first. But the more he spoke, the more he explained, the faster you realized he was never thinking of landing a hand on you. He could've if he had wanted to. He had several occasions, and many ways to do so. But he always kept a safe distance, always looking at you from afar.
"Should I?" you challenged him.
"Never".
You smiled, getting closer to him while standing in your tiptoes, just to be able to rub your lips on his earlobe.
"I know you're twisted" you whispered in his ear. "But, baby, you have no idea how twisted I can be, too. Maybe you didn't watch me for long enough"
Unlike all the kisses you shared tonight, there was some fury in this new kiss. He cupped your cheeks harshly, keeping you still in place while his lips moved speedily and expected yours to keep his pace. His tongue twirled on yours when he invaded your mouth with no previous warning, and your toes almost curled when the tip traced your palate smoothly.
"I've controlled myself too much tonight" he informed you with a raspy voice.
"It was too mild for someone who's been waiting for this for three years" you challenged him.
"Angel, you're going to regret ever saying that" he assured you, hands gripping tight on your thighs. "There will be nothing left of you when I'm done" he lifted your body, placing you on top of his deck. "You think you can challenge me to break this tiny pussy of yours and get away with it easily? Things don't work like that".
He hummed, looking down at your body. His fingers raised the fabric of his t-shirt, softly caressing your naked skin with his tips as he moved it up. He hummed when he had you completely naked in front of him, just that it was a billion times better than the first time. Because you were looking at the real him, and you were even more turned on than you were earlier that night.
His palm covered your pussy, rubbing against your clit, before his mouth was pulling from your hard nipple. There was something more dangerous than him and everything he did, and it was the way he was looking up at you while his tongue lewdly moved around your hand button. His teeth pulled from it, earning a sudden whine as he pulled harder than you expected, changing to your other nipple to do the right same thing.
San moved back, sinking two fingers in you suddenly, having you holding onto the edge of his desk so your body wouldn't fall back over the monitors. A few seconds later, the squeaking sounds, along with his groans and your gasps filled the room.
"You're mine forever, Y/n. Right?" he grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him through your needy pleasure. "I won't ever let you go, and you won't ever leave my side".
Your head instantly nodded with no control when he curved his fingers in you, stroking that right spot until you lost any control of your body, doing and saying everything he wanted and needed.
"Aren't you my good and obedient girl?" he added his thumb on your clit, giving your brain a hard time trying to process everything that was going on.
Your humming and nods weren't enough anymore. He gave you a soft slap on your cheek, trying to get you to react and be vocal so he'd hear what he wanted to at that moment. "I am" you moaned, arching your hips for him.
"That's right, making me so proud" he bit your chin, before you suddenly felt empty again.
San didn't wait for you to be ready, or to see coming the way he was going to shove his fingers down your throat to suck them clean, to fill you again with his dick when you least expected, moaning on his fingers and sending vibrations through his body to his shaft.
You held onto his wrist with one of your hands, thinking that'd make it easier to deal with the impact of his hips against yours, but it didn't. His cock rubbed against every spot in you, and you believed you were in heaven every time his pubes collided against your exposed clit at the same time he reached the deepest spot.
"Did the others fuck you this good?" he wanted to know, taking his fingers out of your mouth to hold your jaw again. "Tell me".
"No" you moaned, not processing the few seconds you felt empty before he was pounding into you again.
"The hoe days are over for you. You're only getting my cock from now on. You understand that?" he harshly said.
Your head moved fast, nodding desperately to his words. He grinned with pride, content with seeing you in such a state because of him.
You whined when he stopped, pulling out and making you feel empty again. Although he didn't give you time to protest, because he trapped your lips in his smoothly, making sure no sound would come from you. Your body moved with his hands, feeling it being dragged to the edge until your feet were touching the cold ground again.
"Turn around" San demanded you, hard eyes on you "I want you to see something".
You were facing the monitors again, feeling his warm body covering your back while he looked for something in the computer. His arms were caging you again, while his lips rubbed on your shoulder, inviting you to look at the front and enjoy the view he had been having ever since he installed the security alarm.
You should've been disgusted and horrified by the way he had control over every tiny bit of your life, managing to watch you even in places where he should've had access at first. But your heart pumped hard against your rib cage, and you could feel your own juices leaking, when you saw yourself on camera. You were turned on by the idea of San watching you while you enjoyed yourself, humping against the pillow until you turned into a moaning mess.
"You should be ashamed of making me feel jealous of a fuckass pillow" he whispered in your ear. "I would've showed up in five and fuck your brains out just how you so badly wanted".
He separated your legs, exposing your entrance before he was back in you completely, having you holding onto the surface for support. His skin clapped loudly against yours with each thrust, making the audio from the video disappear completely, overlapped with his groans and your hushed moans.
Your legs felt lighter when he changed the angle, adjusting himself to reach a spot that would make it difficult for you to stand for any longer.
"Keep watching yourself" he redirected your eyes to the screen ", pathetically grinding against a pillow because you couldn't get what you're having now".
The hard slap on your asscheek sent a shivering all over your body, but only made your hips move harder against his. Your lower belly hit harshly against the edge of the table, getting the monitor to shake, but you couldn't care less about the slight pain you were starting to feel when his hand on your throat, his breath on your neck, and his cock balls deep in you were the only things in your mind in that moment.
"Angel, you want to be sent back to heaven?" he bit on your shoulder, hand grasping on your flesh as he calmed down his thrusts.
You didn't care where he sent you to, as long as you were able to keep that reclaimed and wanted feeling. Nothing else was important, nothing else mattered, as long as you had San willing to do anything for you, ignoring the lengths he'd go just to get it.
"Am I fucking you so dumb you aren't able to answer?" he forced your eyes on his, wailing silently when your neck hurted by the sudden move. "Do you want me to send you back to heaven?".
Your fast breathing and your own gasps were making it almost impossible for you to answer back his question. "I don't care" you moaned "I just want to be with you".
San smiled, pleased with the unexpected answer, before he rewarded you with a kiss. One of his hands moved up your chest, trapping your nipple with two of his fingers while his other hand moved down your body, slick fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles in sync with the slow movements of his hips.
"Once I fill you up, it's done, angel. There will be no turning back" he grunted on your lips. "Your pussy will be only mine to fill".
"Yes, please".
He bit on your lower lip, buckling his hips and starting a mind-blowing pace that got you cutting your own breathing with each thrust, always being interrupted with a new moan emerging from the deepest part of your body. You were caged, trapped, completely filled with his dick, held by his two hands -and also grinding against one of them-, while his teeth were digging on your skin as if you were actually planning to leave in the middle of that.
You felt so unstable that not even the table was a good support for you, reaching for both of his wrists to hold onto while your vision went blurry with every new rub. Your body was malfunctioning, feeling completely hot, finding the only focus on San until something similar to a bomb blew in your head. Your constant high-pitched moans turned into a long loud one that harmonized perfectly with his guttural groan when he spilled his seed inside of you, hugging you as if you were going to disappear after that.
His head fell heavily on your shoulder, as you two tried to regain some oxygen back to your lungs. Soft kisses were spread all over the curve of your shoulder, moving down to your back, tracing your spine with care until you felt his lips at the curve of one of your ass cheeks. He made sure to curve your hips enough, able to spot his cum leaking through your slit.
Your body reacted by itself at the first contact of his tongue, moving away from it, only to be pulled back against his mouth by his hands. The tip sometimes teased your swollen clit, although his full attention was in your entrance, covering it as much as he could. It was only a few seconds after that he was back on his feet, making you turn around and linking your lips together. Your bitter flavor was mixed with his salty one on your tongue, and he just waited for you to swallow it to finally smile against your lips.
"Good girl".
Your body flew in the air as he lifted you up, holding you in his arms to make your way out of his secret room and take you back to his bedroom. It was impressive how San was looking after you with such care after everything that happened back then.
His heat was suddenly on each part of your body as he hugged you tight in bed. Again, making sure you would never leave.
Not like you were planning to, anyway.
"Thank you" he whispered, and although you were trying to guess what his next words would be, you were speechless for what he said. "Thank you for being better than my expectations. You mold to me so perfectly, and make things so easy".
Was there any difference between you two, though? You wished and hoped to do to people what he did to those who hurt you. You remembered all the things that crossed your mind whenever a girl dared to look in his direction back in college, or how you wanted Grace to swallow her phone for ever thinking of him as someone she could sleep with. The only difference between you two is that he never kept it as thoughts only, and turned each one of his feelings into actions.
"You could've kept this all a secret if we had gone to my house instead".
"I don't want to keep any secrets from you" he assured you "Nothing. And I don't want you to keep any secrets from me either. It's us against the world, angel, and I will never allow anyone or anything to tear us apart" sliding his hand through your hair, curving on your neck, his eyes looked intensely at you.
"Understood?"
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Death's Angel
Pairing: König (stalker/serial killer)/Fem!Reader
Rated: Explicit. 18+
Summary: "Please just let me go! I promise I won't tell! I have a wife! I have a child!" He's heard all the pleas before, but König is finally struck with the oddest dying wish he's ever heard. "Can you kiss me?"
Word Count: 22,480
Warnings:  Rape/Non-Con: Sexual assault, I do NOT go into detail on that part, but uh, it's there. Dub-Con/Consensual non-consent: (+mentions of rape/cnc porn). CNC as a coping mechanism, which (in this case) is dubious as it is not discussed beforehand. + Blood play, knife play, degradation. (Non-consensual) voyeurism (König is a stalker). Violence (König is a serial killer). Fluff (lol it's actually pretty sweet)
A/N: Based on [an ask] I got a couple of months ago. 4 parts in 1. [Read on AO3] for chapter divisions.
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[Death’s Kiss]
He cursed himself for getting distracted. But, as much as the military would like to believe he isn't, he is only human. And a particularly buxom woman overtly flirting with him had drawn his eyes from his target. He rejected the woman's advances (maybe he will find her later, there was nothing quite like fucking after killing), and went about searching for his target. Unfortunately he had to be discreet, he couldn't just push people out of his way, as much as he would love to.
He caught sight of a back exit and followed his instincts, they hardly ever led him astray, and took the chance that his target had left this way. He’d only taken a few steps into the dark alley when he heard sounds of a struggle. ‘What’s this?’ He followed the sound of a frustrated groan quickly followed by a “fuckin’ bitch!” and a woman’s scream cut short. 
König stuck to the shadows, plenty around this late, and slipped his sniper hood on as he rounded a dumpster. There was his target, a man in his thirties, with one hand over a woman’s mouth and the other holding a knife he just shoved into the woman’s stomach. 
Interesting. König couldn’t exactly say what drew him to kill certain targets. He just saw someone and decided. Sometimes he’d do recon, other times, like tonight, he’d just see what the night had in store for him. This was the first time he had come across one of his targets committing well, if the woman’s torn dress and the man’s hand now stuffed under her skirt were anything to go by, sexual assault and likely murder. 
König could understand murder. He might even respect it. But he could not tolerate rape. There were always one or two men in his unit he had to keep an eye on. Who were likely to take advantage of the women of a war torn country. Not only were those the easiest of his victims to cover up, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the higher ups placed them on his team on purpose. Let him deal with the troublemakers before they get out of hand. 
Why he should have contempt for one heinous act over another was also something he didn’t bother to think about. Thus he didn’t bother to think when he pulled his target off of the woman. 
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Red. He’d forever associate this moment with red. Your eyes, which caught his for a fraction of second as he grabbed the man’s shoulder, were red, either from tears or because the man had hit you, or both. There was a bright red ribbon that matched the color of freshly spilled blood hanging loosely from your hair, spiraling elegantly down your shoulder before getting stuck to your skin with blood. Blood, dark red and spilling freely in some places, already clotting in others, almost looked fake. Too…pretty. Most beguiling of all, were splashes of red across your lovely white dress, from the top, which was now ripped free of your body, to the flared skirt.  
Red had always been his favorite color. 
The man was quick enough on his feet to regain his balance and pull out of König’s grasp, if only for a moment, as he reeled and threw a wild punch at König.
König caught the first easily, smiling under his mask, as the man’s eyes went wide as he realized how much bigger König was. “F-fuck!” 
He tried to yank his fist back, which König let go of as he hooked one boot behind the man’s foot. He chuckled as the man flailed and fell on his ass with an undignified scream. Before the man could get back to his feet and run away, König planted his boot on his chest and leaned down. 
“What should I do with you, hm?” König hummed playfully while leaning down and pressing his weight onto the man’s chest even more. He had been planning on taking the man to a secondary location, an out of the way warehouse at the edge of town, so he could take his time. But even now he was aware of a second set of eyes on him.
“N-nothing! You can have her, let me go!” The man struggled against König’s boot, and struggled to breath as König pressed down again. 
“Her?” He looked over his shoulder at you, hunched against a wall with blood slowly forming a puddle around you. 
You should have been crying for help, or trying to get to your phone that he could see a few feet from you. You should have been trying to save your life. But instead you were watching him. Your eyes were glazed over as your life slowly drained away, but you were watching him. No. You were watching him kill your attacker, waiting to see what happened. And a shiver of excitement ran down his spine. He never had a witness before…
Then he looked down again, “what use is a dead woman?” 
That’s when the man screamed, using what little strength he had to try to punch König’s leg. 
“Ow.” König deadpanned, but removed his foot from the man’s chest anyways. 
He let the man scramble to his feet, but when he turned to run away, König grabbed him by the back of his head, his giant hand making a viscous grip in the man’s hair, and yanked him back. The man screamed, hands flying to the back of his head to try to pry König’s hand off of him. König lifted the man into the air before slamming him face first into the brick wall in front of them.
Not even the muffled and gurgled screams could drown out the sickening crunch of bone. While still holding the man’s face into the brick wall, he turned to look at you, looking for the familiar fear that should be in your eyes. There was none. Again, you weren’t even looking at him, not really. You were looking at the man, weakly struggling against König’s hold. 
Hm. There was no fear in your eyes. But you were alert to…something. Too close to Death, maybe? He wondered what it would take for you to react.
Without even looking back at the man, he pulled his fist back for a moment, the man gasping for air through broken teeth, and slammed him back into the wall. It was at that point that the man went limp in his hand. Your only reaction was to cough, blood spraying from your mouth and down your chin.  
‘Nothing?’
Returning his attention to the man, König pulled the back from the wall again and with his free hand grabbed the side of the man’s face. In one quick motion he pulled and snapped the man’s neck. That earned him…a cough for sure, but, was that a laugh turned to a cough? 
He dropped the man and kicked the body over, making sure that he was really dead, when he noticed you moving out of his peripheral. You had wrapped both hands over the handle of the knife protruding from your stomach.
“You’ll only bleed out faster.” He raised his voice and turned his head enough to look at you again.
You froze and looked up at him as he slowly turned from the man to you. From where he had planted himself, he took  in more of your appearance, of your wounds. Your hands, now resting weakly in your lap, were cut from a blade and scraped up from the brick wall you were pushed into and cement below you, proving that you had at least attempted to fight back before being overpowered. There was a large gash below your neck and over your collarbone that leaked blood onto your nude chest. A shame, a quick thought crossed his mind, that such a pretty pair of tits is going to die.
His eyes followed down the rivulet of blood from your chest to your waist. Oh. Cherries. What he initially mistook as blood splatter all over your pretty white dress was in fact part of the dress itself, a pattern of cute little cherries. What a vision you were, must have looked like a little angel before you met your fate. 
“Hey,” you croaked out in a heavy, wet, sigh. 
Since it seemed to take so much effort to get one word out, he did you the favor of moving closer to you. Once he was near enough to you, his eyes drifted down to the knife. He didn’t kill that man to save you. In fact, it was his intent to let you die. He could finish the job. Do it quickly too, as a mercy. 
“Can you-” You breathed out another heavy sigh, attempting to curb a cough. “-kiss me?”
König’s eyes snapped up to your face, blinking and his head tilting even more as he processed your question. Did he hear you right? “What?” 
“I want,” you paused and licked your lips that were both dry but slick in blood. “My last kiss to be my choice.” 
Ah! He blinked once more as he looked at your pathetically small body and the puddle of blood under you. You knew you were going to die. 
He never had a witness to one of his killings. He also never fulfilled someone’s dying wish. An odd night of firsts. He dropped down to one knee next to you and nodded. “Alright.” What was the harm in it?
With one gloved hand he gently tilted your chin towards him and lifted the bottom of his hood with the other. His eyes slid shut as he softly pressed his lips to yours. He meant for it to be chaste, just a small peck to honor your wish, but the metallic tang of your blood slipped into his mouth, and he liked it. The coppery blood was tinged with a hint of what he could only describe as sweet. He had never tasted blood like that. His own was acrid in comparison. He wanted more. 
He leaned down closer and pressed his lips just a bit harder against yours, agitating the cut on your lip. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, gently sucking on the cut in your lip to draw more blood into his mouth and he had to hold back a moan. As tempted as he was to shove his tongue further, a pained whimper from you stopped him. He pulled away, licking his lips as he dropped his hood back in place.
You coughed out a muttered “thank you,” and sighed, like you were ready to accept your death. 
Too bad he hadn’t met you earlier in the night, he thought as he looked at you again. Then, and he’s not sure why he even tried, he pulled a knife from his belt and began to cut away at the top of your dress that was already hanging off of your body. “Remain calm, Engel.” 
Once he had a sufficient amount of fabric he pressed it around the knife wound. “Keep pressure here.” 
Your hands, small and weak, took over and despite the pained cry, you did as he said.
He stood up quickly and picked up your phone, or what he simply assumed was your phone. The screen was cracked but still lit up as he pressed a side button. The emergency number was just one press away from being dialed. 
He hit dial and returned to you, helping you stem the bleeding once more, and held the phone up to your mouth. “Tell them where we are. You might live if they’re fast enough.” 
You coughed out an answer to the operator, barely managing a weak “help” with a street name and the name of the club you stepped out of. 
You were unconscious by the time he saw emergency lights, but at least you were still alive. He remained with you as long as he could, daring even a few seconds too long, and slipped away before police and paramedics found you. And the body of the man who attacked you.
Even as König sat in his truck, forcing himself to relax, he knew it would be better for him if you died. 
He hoped you lived. 
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[Death’s Touch] 
A week ago he met a dying angel with sweet and pretty blood. He expected the police to show up within a day or two. Even if he hadn’t shown his face to you, or done something so stupid as to give you a name, how many behemoth men with Austrian accents were there in the city? That simple description of him was the reason why he was careful there were no witnesses to his killings. That simple description was why he had considered letting you die in that alley. 
But the police never showed up. 
König frowned as he fit the last piece of the gun he had been meticulously cleaning in place. Did the police not show up because you…died? He waited too long to help you and now he’d never even get to know your name.
Of course, he didn’t know for sure that you were dead, and that had him anxious. He had to know.
A few days later, and an I.O.U to Hutch, König was able to read the police report from that night. He learned three important things. The first was that you were still alive. The second was that there was no mention of him, or even a rescuer. No description of a large man. No APB out on him. And lastly, he learned your name and address.
You lived in a modest flat, the worst thing about it was its utter lack of security. There wasn’t even a gate. It was too easy to find various watch points that looked into your flat. Or would have. You apparently weren’t in the habit of opening your curtains. Only a good thing, as far as he was concerned, who knows what kind of creeps could be watching?
For a day, he wondered if he had the right flat. He’d been watching all day and didn’t see you once. Just before his patience wore out the next day, however, food was delivered to your flat and he finally caught a glimpse of you again. 
That was it. The confirmation he needed. You were alive and for whatever reason you didn’t tell the police about him. Both good things. 
He could leave. He could forget about you now. 
It was two days later when you finally left your flat. Yes, he was still watching your flat, a sense of relief flooding him every time you opened the door for food. 
He followed you until you parked at a clinic. He knew there would be cameras all over the place, so he continued driving and didn’t pull into the same parking lot as you. Instead he drove to the next light, made a u-turn and parked at the drug store across the street. 
An hour and a half later he saw you leave the clinic. You were fast, one might even say you were lightly jogging. As he started his truck to follow you, he realized that you walked at that same speed when you left the flat. 
“Oh, my little angel. Are you frightened?” 
Too scared to leave the safety of your home most days, and barely leaving to see a doctor. Well, he couldn’t blame you.
A part of him was content knowing that he would be able to easily find you now. 
Just his luck, though, his leave was up and he had to ship out to a new base. Hopefully, by time he got back you would still be holed up in your little flat, safely tucked away for him.
-
By the time he was granted leave again, it had been four months since you were attacked. It didn’t take him long to find you again. Of course you were at home, and that morning he followed you to an office, then back home. A routine. Having a solid routine helped with his own anxiety, of course it would ease yours. 
The only thing that did surprise him was that from his old vantage point, and with the help of a scope, he was able to see into your bedroom now. Not a full view, but the curtains were cracked just enough. The weather had been getting better, had you opened your window at one point and weren’t so diligent with the curtains when you closed it? 
Blue light softly illuminated your room as you settled into bed that night. He could sympathize with you. He knew plenty of men who could not sleep without the aid of some kind of white noise. But as he watched you through his scope he realized that the tossing and turning he thought was keeping you awake was more intentional than not. There was no mistaking the way you were rolling your hips.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he leaned forward in his truck, as if that could somehow get him a better view through your window. 
His dick twitched when you turned to lay flat on your stomach, your hips rocking faster against the pillow (or blanket?) that you had between your legs. He thought about you in that alley, looking all pretty so close to death, “-kiss me?” and tasting so sweet. 
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your head hanging down but still turned away from him. Not that he could really make out your figure fully, his mind was filling in what he could not see. One of his hands dropped to his crotch to adjust his pants, but didn’t touch his semi-hard dick. He liked to think he had more self control than that. Until he remembered that little whimper you let when he kissed you too hard and he needed to hear you again.
Before he could stop himself to weigh his decision, he was already out of the truck and halfway across the parking lot. He was called a human battering ram, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be stealthy, or pick a lock. In fact, he was already trying to think of a way to get you new, better, locks since it was so easy to break into your flat. 
The lights were all off and in dark clothes and his sniper hood, it was easy to blend into the shadows. The place was small, the door opened into an open concept living room to kitchen. He paid no mind to furnishing, focusing instead on the light that emanated from the bedroom.��
As he got closer to the door, left slightly ajar, the sound of heavy breathing got louder. It was a sound that sent an excited thrum through his veins as he leaned against the wall and peeked into the bedroom.
In the time it had taken for him to enter your flat, you had switched positions again. You were sitting up on your knees, back towards him (the door, rather), with a blanket pooled around you and a pillow between your thighs. You weren’t wearing anything provocative, just a large tee shirt from what he could see, but it was bunched up around your hips just reaching your bare thighs. 
He could feel his body getting hotter, his dick getting harder, but he was trained well enough to keep his breathing steady, quiet. Fuck though, what he would give to see you from the front, or below. To have you riding his cock like that, your soft hands planted firmly on his chest as you were now bracing yourself on the bed. 
You let out a gasp, such a sweet sound that went straight to his dick, and arched your back, one hand flying behind you to steady yourself while the other pulled the pillow harder against you. He closed his eyes for a second, savoring your breaths, as he imagined gripping your hip, you’d probably cry out from how rough his hands were, but you’d like it anyway. He imagined watching his cock stretching out your little pussy while his other hand played with your clit.
When he opened his eyes again, he glanced over at the laptop (the source of light that he initially mistook for a television) but it wasn’t angled right for him to see what was on the screen. It was obvious, with the way you kept your eyes on the screen, though. There was no sound that he could hear, so he figured you were wearing earbuds. What kind of porn did his little angel like to watch? Huge cock, perhaps? Did you fantasize about taking a cock as big as his? 
Underneath his hood he had to bite down on his lips to keep from groaning, especially when you started to moan as you started to bounce and grind your pussy harder onto that stupid fucking pillow. He could give you something so much better to rub your pussy on. 
One of your hands snaked under your shirt to play with your tits, your whines getting a little louder and he squeezed his fists hard. If he touched himself now, he wouldn’t stop until he came, and that was a little too risky right now. 
Just as he was about to give in and stuff his hand down his pants, you let out a muffled moan, one hand covering your mouth, even though no one was (supposed) to be around to hear you. Your hips slowed down to gentle rolls as you leaned forward, slowly stretching out and riding out your orgasm. His hips jerked forward, seeking friction against nothing, and his eyes rolled back at your moan. 
Your little whimpers still filling the air only made his cock throb painfully hard in his pants. He remained still, watching as you slowly got up and moved to the other side of the room. Judging by the light suddenly flooding the room for a second only to fade when he heard a door close, he assumed it was the bathroom. He sighed, leaning against the wall, and took a deep breath, hoping to catch your scent. 
He quickly left while you were cleaning up, and took extra care to make sure your door was locked. 
As soon as he made it back to his truck, he tore off his gloves, shucked his pants down just enough to pull his dick out and spit in his hand. He leaned back, eyes closed as he recalled what he had just seen with vivid detail. 
"Mmm, fuck. Engel." He mumbled under his breath as his hand pumped fast strokes up and down his cock. 
He could still see you humping your pillow, still hear the symphony of your moans filling the air. He squeezed harder, rolled his hand over the tip of his cock and spread the ample precum down the shaft. He was so close already. His hips bucked up as he fucked his fist, picturing you bouncing on his cock. He groaned, your name slipping out of his mouth, even though you had yet to formally introduce yourself to him. 
His whole body tensed, his breath coming out in desperate ragged pants, as he stroked himself faster. A litany of curses, in both English and German, filled the cabin as he came. He continued to stroke himself slowly, with a loose grip, as he eased himself down, just as had. He even imagined himself burying his nose in the crook of your neck, or resting his forehead on your shoulder, making you whimper from lazy and sloppy kisses.
He finally opened his eyes, a spark of sadness in his heart as he saw nothing but the roof of his truck instead of the vision that was you. He sighed and reached the hand that wasn't covered in his own cum around the passenger seat to grab a few napkins he'd thrown there earlier. 
Once he cleaned up, as well as he could, he returned home. He just needed a few hours of sleep. He knew your schedule, he'd return later.
-
He arrived back at your flat after you should have left for work. He scanned the car lot to make sure your car was gone (it was) and made sure the coast was clear to break into your flat again (it was). This time he did take a moment to take in the space. Everything was meticulously clean, spotless, not even dust in high up places. He wondered if you were like this before the attack, or if this was a result of self isolation. 
Then he moved over to the bedroom. Just like the living room, everything was nicely in order and the bed was perfectly made. Excited warmth spread through him when he saw two pillows sitting on your bed. He slipped his hood off, hooking it in his waistband, and dropped onto the bed. He took a deep breath and nuzzled his face into one of the pillows. An incredibly intoxicating mix of perfume and detergent and you filled his senses and he hummed in delight. 
One hand reached up and gripped the other pillow, feeling the softness, about to bring it to his chest when he paused. He spotted your laptop on the nightstand and sat up. He picked it up, a tube of cherry chapstick rolling to the other side of the nightstand, and opened it up. He watched the screen as it loaded. 
No password? Well, he supposed that made sense considering you lived alone. 
Now, he tapped away, what had you so worked up last night? 
His eyebrows shot up, eyes a little wide, as he made his way through your browser history. “Oh, Engel.” He felt himself getting excited as saw various types of CNC and rape porn. “You still think about that night.” Honestly, he did too. 
Before he got too turned on, he made sure to clear the history and set the laptop back where he found it. Then he got up and straightened out the bed. 
If that was what you wanted, he would be happy to help fulfill your fantasies.
-
It had been four months since your attack. Everyone around you had been sympathetic at first. It was a bit overwhelming, having people you barely talked to go out of their way to make sure you weren’t feeling unsafe. It only took two months for them to move on. It was a blessing in that you felt like you finally had space to breathe, but now people were unpredictable, unwanted casual touches or getting too close to you, and it had you retreating back to your cubicle every time. 
When you declined invitations to go out, people would joke that you were being boring. Maybe it was time you moved on too?
The next time you were invited out, you agreed, on the condition that you didn’t have to go home to change. 
“Yay! That’s fine! Trust me, it’ll be fun!” Your friend and coworker said as she slapped hand on your shoulder.
You winced and moved out of her touch with the excuse of needing to get back to your desk. The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful and you soon found yourself at a new bar.
Thirty minutes in, once the appetizers were gone and the alcohol flowing freely, your work friends got to be a little much. You didn't want to drink, you were assured that no one would be getting drunk. That was wrong, of course, and you silently wondered if you were invited just to be designated driver and get everyone home safely. You were not going to do that.
It was easy to slip away unnoticed. You just needed some space and so headed towards the back where the bathrooms were. 
For a Friday night it felt oddly empty. Maybe because it was out of the way, maybe because it looked like an employee only area. Whatever the case, you’re thankful for-
You didn’t even have to catch your breath before you were suddenly pushed into a wall, a large hand clasp around your mouth preventing you from screaming. Fear and panic shot through your body as memories of the night you were attacked surfaced, fueling your struggle. Not again, not here, not with so many people around. 
Both of your hands pulled at the hand on your mouth and you finally looked up only to freeze. Even the panic in you seized up, unsure whether or not you were being threatened. Piercing blue eyes stared at you from underneath a black hood. The bleach stained tear streaks are a frightening illusion of humanity that you’re not certain is even there. 
“You!” Well, at least that what you tried to say, his hand still muffled your voice.
This man, the man who saved you that night, held you up against the wall, your toes barely scraping the floor, with one hand covering your mouth. It was almost the exact same position your attacker held you in right before he stabbed you. Part of you wanted to panic still, had your heart racing and breathing quickly. But another part of you was just…confused. He wasn’t doing anything else but holding you. If he had wanted to kill you, among other things, he could have done it back in that alley. Instead he saved you. He killed the man who attacked you. He helped you call an ambulance. He stopped you from bleeding out. You didn’t even say a word about him to the police. So why would he want to hurt you now?
You tried to calm your breathing as you stared up into his eyes. Cold blue locked you into place, but the danger in his eyes wasn't malice. It was something else entirely. 
Finally he lifted his hand from your mouth, you drawing in a gasp of air, and set you fully back on your feet. His free hand remained firmly planted on the wall beside your head, keeping you in place flush between him and the wall. Then he gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb, landing where a now healed cut once split your lip. Your heart raced, heat blooming across your face, as you remembered his kiss. That kind of intensity in a kiss, in any other situation, would have been erotic. Really, you had been on the verge of death and it was still probably the best kiss you'd had in years. 
You whimpered at his touch. He had been so rough even though he thought you were going to die and now the pressure of his thumb on your lip sent an arousing wave of fear through you. 
He leered down at you, eyes starting to dilate, "tell me to stop." 
With your heart hammering in your chest, it took a moment for you to register his words. What? 
You opened your mouth, no words forming, and his thumb slipped past your lips and grazed your teeth. You whined, which only seemed to spur him on, and he pushed against your jaw even more, forcing your mouth wider. “Speak up, Engel.” 
He was so close to you, his knee slid between your legs, rubbing against your core and pushing you higher against the wall again. You let out a shuddering gasp, your hands flying from him in an attempt to stabilize yourself against the wall, but you made no move, made no demand, to stop him. He rocked his knee up, grinding slowly and gently into your pussy, drawing a quiet moan from you. Your pussy clenched when he put pressure on your clit and you bit down on his thumb, hot tongue brushing against the invading digit. 
König grinned, though you could not see it, and chuckled. He leaned even closer to you, hood pooling over your shoulder and growled in your ear. “Fucking slut.” 
This time your gasp was cut short as he slapped a hand across your mouth again. He lifted you with ease, tucked you against his body and dragged you out of the bar through the back door, not one person seeing the quick departure. 
You struggled against him, hands flying to the one over your mouth and you clawed at him, you kicked your feet but he was so big and tall that he easily held you above the ground. He wanted to chuckle. You reminded him of a feral kitten caught by animal control. Just as cute, or cuter, even.
He didn’t drop you until he reached the side of the bar. There was a gate separating the dingy little alley and the parking lot, decorative trees planted near the gate. It was unlocked, he made sure it was before he approached you, but it still would still provide the illusion that you were trapped.  
You grunted when your feet hit the ground, stumbling forward into the brick wall. You tried to duck around the man, but he easily swung you back in front of him, pushing you against the wall, though he cushioned the back of your head with one large hand.
You looked up at him as you drew in panicked, quick breaths. Just like before, he leered down at you as if he was waiting for you to say something. You bit your lip, his eyes flicking down to watch as your teeth worried at your bottom lip. “Wh-what do you want?”
His eyes looked back up and slowly he lifted a knife you hadn't even seen him grab to your throat. You stilled and tipped your head back, attempting to get the blade away from your delicate skin. There was a scar on your neck that you usually kept covered up, but like this, it was exposed to him.
He traced the scar with the tip of his knife, “what do you want, Engel?”
You swallowed thickly, holding as still as possible so he didn't slice through your skin. And you didn't answer him.
He huffed, “do you want me to stop?” The knife dragged down the scar to the collar of your shirt. “That's all you have to say, my dear.”
As much as you tried to control your breathing, your chest was heaving, drawing his eyes down to it for a moment before he looked up again. That hood made it difficult to read him, but his eyes were so expressive. You knew what he wanted. The heat in his eyes matched the nearly overwhelming heat his large body gave off. The same heat you could feel swelling in your body. You swallowed again, your mouth refusing to answer his question.
“No?” The knife slipped underneath your collar and he tugged, slicing through the fabric. 
It was so similar yet different to the sound of fabric being torn apart and ripped off of your body. It was cleaner, sharper and the definite but soft scratch of the tip of the blade on your heated skin sent your pulse wild. He hummed as he cut open your shirt, revealing the plain bra underneath.  
You hadn't even realized just how hard you were breathing, how much your chest heaved with every breath, until his blade bounced on the swell of your breast and he sucked his teeth. “Stay still.” He growled out, eyes flicking up to your eyes and away from your exposed chest.
You bit back a high pitched gasp, holding your breath as he dragged the blade across your chest, until he reached the left bra strap.
You shivered as you heard the soft ping of the knife slicing through the strap. He once again looked up from your chest to your eyes, his own narrowing in disapproval. “Perhaps you want to be hurt, hm?”
You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to hold your breath again to remain as still as possible. He slowly moved the tip of the knife across your chest again, this time angling it so more of the edge touched your skin. Another ping and you flinched as the other strap of your bra was cut.
He was silent for only a moment, the flat of the blade resting near the middle of your chest, just by your left breast, every beat of your heart making it jump ever so slightly. You could hear his heavy breaths, almost feel them against your face, even through that terrifying hood. For a moment, in that silence, you thought you were safe. That he was done.
Until he quickly shoved his free hand up the back of your shirt and unhooked your bra clasp. You squealed, eyes flying open, and jumped as he ripped what remained of your bra off of you. You only caught a glimpse of his eyes, blown wild with lust, before he spun you around and pushed you face first into the brick wall.
Your hands, which had been covering your chest in an attempt to save your dignity, were now bracing you against the wall so you didn't smash your face into it. You shivered again, remembering how he killed your attacker months ago, by shoving him so hard against a brick wall that he lost consciousness.
The hand holding the knife came to rest to the right side of your face against the wall. The metal gave an unnerving scrape against the brick that caused another shiver to run down your spine. His left hand snaked around to grope your left breast. His large hand, hot and rough, cupped your soft flesh with ease.
“Such pretty tits,” he hummed as he pinched your nipple, drawing another distressed squeak from you as your nipples hardened under his touch.
Your eyes were screwed shut once again and you attempted to wriggle out of his hold. You pressed your body as close to the wall as you could, but that only made him close in on you more, his crotch now firmly resting on your ass. He moved his hand to grope your other breast and bucked his hips forward with a deep grunt, the hard bulge of his cock rubbing against your ass. You bit back a whimper as your pussy clenched around nothing, arousal starting to pool in your panties.
His hand traveled down, grabbing what was left of your shirt and tearing it, leaving it hanging open on your shoulders. Your body welcomed the sudden partial nudity. The air was hot and thick and it felt like a cool relief to be free of even the light cotton. He pressed his hand against your stomach, pulling you against him even more, and for a moment he froze.
All the roughness in his touch disappeared as his fingers gently traced the nasty scar on your stomach. You whined, not from desperate arousal but shame. After what happened to you, you should be trying harder to fight this. You shouldn't want this, no matter how deep down it was, or how hard you tried to deny it. You dropped your head against the wall, resting your forehead against one hand as you waited for him to finish his assault.
König growled at your reaction to the scar on your stomach. You had looked up at him with growing lust, as tentative as that was, when he traced the scar on your neck with his knife. But the scar on your stomach, evidence of how close your brush with death had been, had paralyzed you. You were too quiet for him to enjoy this. He wanted to hear you cry and whimper, wanted to feel you rocking your body against his as you had been only a moment ago. Most of all, he didn't didn't want you to fear him.
He steadied you with his left hand, his hand heavy on your bare shoulder, and used his right to rip the rest of the tattered shirt off of you. You gasped and cried, and not in the way he wanted to hear, as you stood facing the wall with both arms crossed over your chest and your eyes squeezed shut. Then he removed the simple field jacket he was wearing and draped it over your shoulders.
You froze again as you were suddenly enveloped in warmth and spun around to face your savior/attacker. He roughly pulled the jacket closed, deft fingers fastening the button that fell just over your belly button. You were still somewhat exposed to him, but the scar on your stomach was now once again hidden underneath a layer of clothing.
Your mind barely registered the glint of his knife before it was pressed to your neck once more. He dug the point of the blade into the scar, not enough to puncture, but enough to draw your attention back up to his face.
His eyes were narrowed, furrowed brows peeking beneath the crudely cut eye holes of his mask. If you could see the rest of his face, he would probably be scowling at you.
As much as you wanted to grip the jacket closed, you kept your arms stiff at your sides. One wrong move could open up the scar on your neck again. 
He leaned down, his face inching closer to yours, his blade biting just a little bit more. "Say it." His voice is half a whisper, half a frustrated growl. 
Your lips part, tongue darting out to lick them, but you remained quiet, afraid to give him the wrong answer to his riddle. 
He growled again and pushed you harder against the wall. "Say it!" He practically screamed, and his knife finally pierced your skin, drawing just the slightest bit of blood. 
You flinched, as fear and pain laced adrenaline rushed through your veins, to your core, your clit throbbing as the knife stung your skin. Unconsciously, you steadied yourself by bracing your hands on his sturdy chest. His eyes flickered down at the movement, at the way you were clutching to him and squeezing your thighs together and he grinned under his mask. Oh you were scared of him alright, and you wanted it.  “Filthy fucking whore.” 
Your gasp, perhaps a protest of his words, if you even understood them, is strangled as you find yourself facing the wall again, his thick jacket protecting your hands and arms from the rough brick. 
His right hand holds his knife against the left side of your neck, still pressed against the old scar as his left is shoved down your pants. You whine and gasp and squirm as he circles your clit with two fingers. He groans behind you and his hips jerk forward, the motion causing the blade to cut your skin some more, a thin trail of blood starting to stain your skin. 
You cry, biting your lip and dropping your head against the wall, at the mixed sensations, the stinging pain blending with the pure pleasure of his fingers slipping up and down, around, your clit.
He groaned as his fingers slipped further down and spread your slick around your pussy. You squeezed your thighs around his hand and he pants in your ear before shoving a knee between your thighs, preventing you from closing them. 
His knee between your legs pushes you up against the wall and your toes barely find purchase on the ground. “You want this, ja?” He says as he starts to rock your hips against his thigh as his hand continues to play with your pussy. 
His fingers, hot and thick, slip into you as his palm rubs your clit. “Ja.” He grunts as he sinks a second finger into you, slowly pumping them.  His fingers pick up their pace and you moan when he inserts another digit. He curls his fingers just right as he pumps them, drawing out whines that you try to quiet. You hide your face in your hands, finding odd comfort in the warm scent that lingers on his coat, and choke back a moan as your hips are rocked against his thigh faster.
He pulls his fingers out, soaked in your juices, and goes back to focusing on your clit. “Of course you want this,” he half chuckles and half pants as finally removes his hand from your pussy, strings of cum sticking to your exposed skin as he nudges your chin with the knife so your head leans back against his chest. 
He held his hand up, spreading his fingers to show you your own arousal. "You wouldn't be this fucking wet if you didn't want this." 
You tried to turn your head away, so you didn't have to look at those lust clouded eyes in soft darkness, but he tuts and shoves two cum covered fingers into your mouth. He hummed as he watched you gag on his fingers, at least he relented enough that you were no longer deepthroating his fingers. “Wouldn’t be fucking my thigh like a desperate whore if you didn’t want this.” 
You froze, as if just realizing that with one of his hands still holding a knife to your throat and the other stuffing your mouth with his fingers, the eager grinding of your hips on his thigh was entirely you. He laughed and rocked his knee up into your aching pussy, “don’t stop now.”
The drag of his knee puts perfect pressure on your clit and you whine around his fingers as your pussy clenches around nothing. “Keep. Moving.” He growled in your ear as he glides the knife down the old scar down your neck to just above your collarbone, a thin line of blood beading against your skin. It stings and your cries are smothered by his fingers and he rocks his knee up again and you slide against his thigh just right that the pain becomes pleasure. 
He moans with you as you start to grind down in his leg again, back and forth and you even do your best to bounce while your feet barely touch the ground. His hips start to move with you, his hard cock on your ass adding fuel to the fire that burns within you. 
He’s grunting now, everytime you bounce against his dick, and he drops his hand from your mouth and starts to grope your tits again, making your shudder as he squeezes, his grip is bruising but your clit still throbs, your pussy still flutters with every touch of his rough hands.
The knife finally drops from your neck and he holds it against your waist then leans down, the mask he is wearing falling over your shoulder and you feel his breath on your bare skin.
“You belong to me now, Engel.” 
You gasp and shiver as he mumbles darkly into your neck, head lolling back so you can look at him, but all you see is the black of his mask. His grip on you tightens, the handle of the knife pushing into your hip painfully, his hand fondling your breasts roughly, his thigh pushing up against your pussy pleasurably. 
His tongue, hot and big, laps at your shoulder in a smothered kiss before he bites down, his sharp teeth catching the edge of the cut on your neck and that’s enough to push you into orgasm. You pussy wildly, almost painfully, clenching as you cum against his leg. 
He hums, strangely gentle, and slowly rocks you back and forth on his leg, letting your orgasm fade until your wanton moans are no more than the occasional whimper. 
You stumble forward into the wall when he drops his knee. Your clit is still throbbing as you pull the jacket closer to you and hide your face in your hands. You’re mostly just trying to catch your breath and calm down, but somewhere in the back of your mind you still feel shame at the way your cum gushes down your thighs, soaking into your pants. 
You barely register the shuffling behind you until you feel his hands on you again. You flinch, expecting him to be rough, but his touch is gentle as he rubs your arms. “You did good.” He mumbles his compliment into your hair. “Let’s go.” 
You can’t exactly say no to him, as he easily swoops you up off of your feet and carries you through the rickety gate to the bar parking lot. You absently note how easy it was for him to push the gate open, but do not let your thoughts linger on it once he unlocks a truck and sets you down in the passenger seat. 
He’s kind enough to adjust the jacket to cover your chest entirely before he buckles you up. His hips brush against your leg and you break out of the dazed reverie when you feel how hard his cock still is. 
 “Where are you taking me?” 
The man, your…savior (you feel hesitant to label him as your attacker, even after what just happened), slips off the hood before he looks up at you. His hair is disheveled and matted down with sweat and even in the faint street lighting you can see a few scars scattered around his clean shaven face. His eyes, icy cold blue, the only part of him you could see before, shine with something…soft? Unexpected, certainly. 
“Home.” He answers and drops the hood in your lap before shutting the door and walking around to the driver side. 
You hold the mask up in your hands as he starts the engine. The bleached tear stains and empty eye holes stare up at you suggesting danger and pain and death, and safety.
-
When he said home, he apparently meant his home. You felt silly for thinking he knew where you lived. The place he pulls up to is nice. Much nicer than you expected for a man so dangerous, more importantly you supposed, it’s spacious. There was some good distance between his house and the last house you saw and that has your pulse speeding up as he opens the door for you.
He doesn’t even wait for you to move, for you to second guess everything, before unbuckles you and carries you inside. You want to insist that you can walk on your own, but you are sticky with cum and dried blood and honestly, he’s so warm.
When he mumbles something about cleaning up you just nod and let him place you in a shower. You only react when he strips down and steps into the shower with you. 
It could have been a sensual shower, it was certainly big enough and as you catch a glimpse of how big his dick is when it is soft, your clit twitches at the memory of it hard and rutting against your ass. But he is quick to wash himself, and though he spends more time washing your body (or maybe he was just taking his time to feel you up), it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. 
You want to tell him there isn’t really a point in applying that ointment he is gently spreading along the scar on your neck. It’s already healed to an ugly scar.  But he is so gentle as he bandages the fresh cut and rubs you dry with a soft towel as you sit on his very large bed. 
“What’s your name?” 
Would it have been better or worse to ask for his name before he fingered you in some dirty back alley?
“König.” He doesn’t give more than that.
“König.” You repeat and he looks up at you from where he is kneeling on the floor in front of you. “Thank you. For killing that man.” 
He hummed as he continued to pat your thighs dry with the oversized towel that was wrapped around you. “You didn’t tell the police about me.” 
It’s not a question. Somehow he knows that you didn’t tell the police, so you just shrug. “I told them I don’t remember what happened after I got stabbed.” 
His hands stop moving and rest on the outsides of your thighs, playing with the hem of the towel. “But you do remember?” 
You nod. “Everything.” 
There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence between you, his fingers start tapping against your thighs and he shifts his weight. The towel that he has wrapped around his waist threatens to fall loose and he uses the excuse to secure it as an opportunity to break his gaze with you.
“What you said back there, that I belong to you now. What does that mean?” 
This time he meets your eyes, “what it sounds like.” 
“...Does that mean you’ll protect me?” 
He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.” And he drops a small kiss to your knee, letting his lips linger on your skin.
You reach out and gently cup his cheek to push him away from your legs. “Can you be gentle?” König moves his face just enough to kiss the inside of your wrist. “Yes.” 
Whether he takes your question as a suggestion, or he simply decided that it was time to move onto other activities, he leans down again and places another kiss to your knee, gently spreading your legs and moving his mouth to your inner thigh. As he moves his mouth to splay a kiss on your other thigh, one of his large hands comes up to remove the towel on you body, brushing against your covered breast for just a moment before he tugs on the towel. 
You don’t let the towel drop completely, holding it tight to your chest, and he pauses his sweet kisses.
“Look at me,” he demands, stretching up and leaning against the bed, one knee between yours as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. His grip is firm but not painful, not even close to how tightly he had grabbed you earlier in the night. 
Your eyes jump from one scar to another before settling on his steely eyes. “Good. Now,” he leans in closer, lips hovering over yours, “trust me.” 
His kiss starts off gentle before his tongue finds that spot on your bottom lip where it was once split, he nibbles and sighs as if he can still taste the blood that was once there. Your lips part when you feel his teeth and his tongue glides against yours. It’s slow and gentle and has you melting into his touch, dropping the towel that hides your scars from him. He wastes no time in tossing it off the bed, his lips never leaving yours even as he slides his hands over your waist to pull you closer to the edge of the bed.
You let out a little squeak at the sudden movement and he grins as he pulls away from the kiss, breathing against your lips. “Remember. Trust me.” 
You can only nod as he moves his mouth down your neck, placing soft quick kisses over the fresh bandages before he moves to the other side of your neck. His kisses on the juncture of your neck become sloppy, his tongue lapping at your skin like it is covered in something sweet. He bites down hard, teeth sinking into your soft flesh, turning your quiet little pants into a gasping moan. 
“You belong to me now.” He repeats his claim between gentle soothing kisses on the fresh bite mark he just made. 
You nod, accepting your fate, as you grip onto his shoulders. He hums and trails his mouth down your body, gently kissing the bruises that started to bloom on your breasts from how hard he groped you before. Your soft whimper, born of pleasure and pain, makes his cock twitch underneath his towel and he shucks that off too. 
He lays you down on your back and swirls his tongue around a nipple, enjoying the way you arch into his mouth. “Look at me.” He reminds you when he sees that you have closed your eyes.
When you look at him again he grins and playfully bites your nipple, laughing at the little squeak you let out before. Your giggles turn into a soft sigh as he moves to your other breast. His touch has you sinking into a cloud of lust. You want to throw your head back, close your eyes, and surrender to him, but you remember his order and keep your eyes on him.
You go tense when he trails his kisses down to your stomach. His eyes shoot up at you, making sure you are still watching him, as he traces the horrid scar with his lips and tongue. Eventually, with the help of his big warm hands running soothing touches up and down your body, you stop squirming uncomfortably. You’re still squirming, but for entirely different reasons. König notices and with a grin he pushes himself up, pulling you up with him and placing one of your hands on his stomach.
Admittedly, your touch and mind is drawn to the hard muscle, padded with a healthy layer of fat, flexes under your hand. You want to touch the rest of him, explore the rest of him. It is only after a second that you realize what you are touching. A scar. Raised skin in a jagged pattern, like someone attempted to twist the knife that stabbed him. You gently trace the scar as if you are afraid to agitate it. 
He senses your hesitation and laughs as he presses your palm against it even harder. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Engel.” Then he reaches out to touch the scar on your stomach, smaller and cleaner, but fresher and still tender if pressed too hard. 
You look down at his hand on your scar and yours on his. They’re almost in the same place. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to your lips and rests his forehead against yours. “I should be dead. You should be dead.” This was simply proof that were meant for him, he was certain of that. 
Who needs matching tattoos when you have matching scars?
“König,” you breathe out, though you are not sure what you want to say to him. Instead, when his eyes meet yours, you kiss him. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull yourself as close to him as possible. 
He moans into the kiss and, tender moment over, pushes you fully against the bed again. He slides down your body again, stopping only momentarily to place a soft kiss on your stomach before he dives between your thighs. 
You don’t even have time to act shy before he’s spreading your legs and swiping his tongue through the folds of your pussy. He’s quick to circle his tongue around your clit, drawing out a soft moan between panting breaths, as your hips move up to meet his mouth. He groans, the subtle vibrations adding extra stimulation, and practically nuzzles your pussy, nose bumping against your clit as he sinks his tongue into your quivering hole. No matter what you do, hands pulling at his hair tightly or thighs clenching around his head, it only earns more moans from him. He laps at your pussy, your juices mixing with his spit and drags his tongue back up to your throbbing clit. 
He locks one hand onto your hip but the other travels up your body to your breasts. True to his word, he is gentle with them this time. No bruising grip sending you teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. Instead he rolls your nipple, pinching just soft enough that it hardens under his touch. He moves his hand and repeats the action with your other breast, reveling in every little whine and gasp he pulls out of you. All the while he continues to eat your pussy like it’s his last meal.
He has you so needy and aching that it’s euphoric when he slips two fingers into you at once. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, reluctant to let him go but the slide of him pumping into you again makes you gush. One of your hands claws at his hair, gripping his locks to keep you grounded, but the other holds onto his hand that had been playing with your tits. Unable to properly play with your tits now, he laces his fingers with yours, holding your hand as he pulls and orgasm out of you,
Unlike the first time he made you cum, you don’t try to hold back your moans, you don’t hide your face from him, though at some point as he ate you out, you had thrown your head back and closed your eyes from how good it felt. He’d just have to forgive you for that.
König rests his check against one of your thighs as he watches you come down from your orgasm. 
It’s not until he gently squeezes his hand that is still holding yours that you look down at him. Somehow the sight of him between your thighs, face glistening with your cum, makes you blush even harder than you already were. 
“Ready for more, Engel?” 
You blink at him. “More?”
He chuckles and pushes himself up, first dropping a heated kiss onto your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth and letting you taste yourself. As much as he could spend all night kissing you, right now he had another pressing need to take care of. He sat up on his knees, pushing your thighs further apart to accommodate him, and stroked his painfully hard cock.
Oh!
Your eyes are drawn to him and widen. You knew he was big. You’d seen him soft and felt it against your ass, but seeing it standing at full erection was another thing entirely. It’s easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen, not even your favorite porn stars can hope to compete. 
You sit up and reach out to touch him, replacing his hand with your own and you swallow thickly. You wrap your fingers around the shaft, your pussy clenching when you see that your fingers don’t even meet. Still, you give gentle strokes, eyes glazing over at how much of his veiny cock you can still see around your fist. He’s already leaking copious amounts of precum, that you collect on your fingers to slick up your next stroke. You lean down and circle your tongue around the head, a shiver running down your spine when he moans wantonly as you wrap your lips around the head. 
You moan as you stretch your mouth around his cock and imagine what it would feel like stretching your pussy out. You let out a little gasp for air when you come back up, going from sucking to licking his cock, just so you can reach the base of it. König moans again and buries a hand in your hair. For a moment you think he’s going to force your mouth onto him again, but instead he pulls you up for another passionate kiss. 
“Another time. I need to fuck you.” He pants against your mouth when he pulls away.
You whimper and nod and throw yourself back onto the pillows, eager to accept the challenge of his massive cock. You drop one hand to your clit, rocking your fingers against the sensitive button. 
König produces a bottle of lube from the nightside and slicks himself up. In the future, he can take the time to make you cum enough times to take his dick naturally. But he is eager to feel you now. Besides, you look just as eager as he feels, as you watch him stroke himself. 
He nudges your hand away from your clit and replaces it with his own, rubbing lube along your pussy and drawing excited pants from you. He dips a finger in you, feeling your pussy clench around his finger and grins. “Engel?” 
You nod, “please, König!”
He slid the head of his cock through your folds, your pussy throbbing as the slick head rubbed against your clit. You whined at not being filled but the way his heavy cock bounced on your clit already had you desperately begging. 
He managed a strained chuckle, holding himself back from immediately fucking you was one of the hardest things he’s ever done, and pushed the tip of his dick against your entrance. He used his right hand to hold your hips, and used his left hand to rub languid circles around your clit. 
You choked back a garbled moan as you felt him begin to stretch you out.  Your chest heaved as you rocked your hips up, encouraging him to keep going. You were whimpering, writhing against the bed grasping at his shoulders as he sunk deeper into you. He was so fucking big and barely got the tip of his dick inside of you before you pussy began to frantically pulsate around him. He groaned and forced himself to stay still, for both of your sakes. You looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears and drool pooling at the corners of your mouth, and he almost lost it. He promised he’d be gentle though, at least this time.
He grabbed the bottle of lube again and squeezed some more out on his dick before thrusting forward again. Your pussy clenched around him, squeezing him desperately, as he slowly filled you. Though the size of his cock stretched you beyond anything you’d ever felt before, though it teetered to just the wrong side of pain, you couldn’t get enough of it. Especially with the way his thumb kept playing with your clit. You cried his name and tried to grind your hips up. 
He slowly dragged his cock out, moaning at the sight of your pussy clinging to him, and started another agonizingly slow push. 
“König,” you started with a breathy whine, “faster. Please.” 
He dropped down to one elbow and nuzzled his nose against the side of your face, missing your lips as he tried to kiss you and simply licking at your jaw. He muttered your name hotly in your ear, your pussy quivering at the sound of his strained voice. 
He snapped his hips forward, burying his cock deep in you and started frantic, rapid, strokes. You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, he was so big and heavy and hard that your world was reduced to the pleasure he brought with every stroke of his amazing cock. 
He promised to be gentle, he knew he shouldn’t do it, but he couldn’t help but clamp his teeth down on your uninjured shoulder, muffling his own obscene moans as your pussy spasmed around him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his thrust became erratic, chasing an orgasm, as blood filled his mouth. Your blood was still so sweet, divine, enough to send him over the edge. His hips stilled as he cock twitched inside of you, spilling inside of you. 
You moaned, or screamed, when he bit you, leaving a second mark on you, and the string of his bite brought with it white hot pleasure. Hot cum filled you, your pussy convulsing rapidly, milking him and refusing to let go. 
He pulled out with a long groan, the two of you overstimulated and your pussy was still clenching around him, and collapsed to the side of you. He draped an arm around you and held you close to him, muttering something about angels in German that you didn’t have the faculties to translate at that moment. 
He was the first to recover, propping himself up on his elbows and leaning over to lick and kiss the fresh bite mark on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
You gave a breathless laugh and lazily pulled his face up to kiss you. “Don’t worry, I liked it.” As if the mind blowing orgasm that followed the bite wasn’t a big enough hint.
“Now, can you let go of me?” 
“No.” 
Your laugh was sharper this time, and it brought a grin to his face. “Let go, I have to pee!” 
He sighed dramatically and grabbed your hand, bringing to his lips to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Come back to me?”
Even as you pulled your hand out of his, you could feel the smile that graced his lips upon hearing you giggle. But at least he finally let you go. 
Your post orgasmic high wore off while you were cleaning up and your mind, having been clouded by lust since he grabbed you at the bar, was able to think straight.
You walked back to the room, feeling shy at your lack of clothing, and saw that he had changed the top blanket on the bed. The other soaked in cum, apparently. 
He looked up and smiled, bright and energetic despite how tired he was. “Engel, you came back!” He joked as he rushed over and pulled you into a hug. 
You kept still, but with his arms wrapped around you, you could do little else. He picked you up, much as he had done back at the bar, and set you down in the bed before he curled up next to you and pulled the covers over both of you.
“König?” 
He hummed as he nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling your intoxicating combined scents.
“...I never told you my name.” 
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“...I never told you my name.” 
König doesn’t answer you, only tightens his hold around you. It’s only when you try to shift, to put just enough distance between you that you can turn around and face him, that he speaks. His voice deceptively calm, if the way his arms tighten around you again is anything to go by. “I already told you, you belong to me now.”
You frown. That was no answer to how he knew your name. Or, now that you thought about it, how he knew that you didn’t tell the police about him. 
“It. It wasn’t a coincidence that you were at that bar tonight, was it?” You try not to stutter.
He doesn’t answer, instead starts to press his lips into the hickey on your shoulder. A reminder of his claim. 
“How long have you been following me?” 
His lips continue to move from your shoulder to your neck, stopping to nibble at your pulse point. You can feel the grin on his lips when your pulse speeds up.
Whatever he is making you feel, you repeat the question. “How long have you been following me?” 
“Go to sleep, Engel.” 
“At least tell me why.” 
“To make sure no one else touches you.” 
Well, it’s not like you wanted anyone to touch you anyway. And his touch isn’t unpleasant. Quite the opposite, really.
You should stop this. Get away from him. You knew he was dangerous, you saw it first hand, and who knows how long he’d been following you. Maybe since that very night you were attacked.
And yet, “...No one?” “No one.” 
That actually sounded kind of nice…
-
Work sucked. Mostly because of one person and the fact that you felt like you could do nothing about it. All you could do was race out at the end of the day and get home as quickly as possible. 
Home…It took all of a week for König to move you from your flat (he said it wasn’t safe at your old place and you weren’t going to question what he meant by that) into his house. Was it a rushed relationship? Sure. Was it a questionable, leaning towards dangerous, decision on your part? Absolutely. Did you regret it? Not at all. 
You let your frustrations out on a bunch of vegetables, your knife chopping through them and onto the cutting board with increasing force. You didn’t even realize how hard you were chopping until a large hand stopped your own before it hit the board again. You froze, König’s other arm wrapping around your waist as he leaned down to rest his chin on your head. 
“Careful, Engel. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” 
“Oh! König! I didn’t even hear you come in!” You crane your neck back so he could place a soft kiss to your lips. He does so with a pleased hum. 
His face is bare, a sight you quickly came to love. He leaves the simple mask he usually wears hanging in the entranceway. (His sniper hood he only dons when he’s deployed or when he’s “hunting”). 
“How could you with all that noise you were making? What did that poor carrot do to you?” 
You let out a sheepish chuckle, “sorry. Just thinking about work stuff.” 
You picked up one of the carrot rounds and held it up by your shoulder, where he leaned down and nibbled it out of your hand. 
“What about work?” 
You resumed your chopping, much less forceful. “Ugh. Nothing really. Just this guy keeps bothering me.” 
He tensed behind you, his grip on your waist getting tighter, not uncomfortably so, just more protective, as he growled out his question. “Has he touched you?” 
“No! Well, not like that…” The shoulder squeezes and lingering pats on the back were unwelcome, but, as your supervisor said, meant nothing more than that the guy was being friendly. “It’s really annoying to have to pick up his slack, especially after all of his little inappropriate comments.” 
König nodded as he listened to your rant, but all he heard was some man had dared to put his hands on you, even if you didn’t think it was sexual, and said something inappropriate to you. “Want me to kill him?” 
“Yes!” You giggle at the joke.
“Ok.” 
You freeze and turn around to face him. “Wait. I’m kidding.”
He smiles and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Ok.” 
“No,” you press your lips in a straight line. “I’m serious. You can’t kill him.” 
The way he tilts his head is far too cute for someone as large as he is casually discussing murder. “Why not?”
It had been a while since he killed anyone. Why shouldn’t he kill someone you hated? Two birds, one stone.
“Because he works with me!”
“Not for long.” 
You laugh and gently push him out of the kitchen and into the living room. Once in the living room, you make him sit down on the couch, having to resort to pulling him down for a kiss to get him to settle. His hands naturally fall to your hips as you straddle him, clutching at the fabric of the simple cotton dress you had changed into after work. 
“Now, you listen to me,” you start with a firm poke to his chest, only to stop when you realize you were still holding the kitchen knife in your hand. Oops. Knowing him, though, he probably liked you threatening him with it. You twisted around in his lap just enough to drop the knife onto the coffee table in front of the couch and return your attention to him. “As much as I want you to kill the bastard, you can’t.” 
He furrows his brows, and is practically pouting as he asks his question again. “Why?”
“Because, everyone knows I have a problem with him.”
“And he still works there?” 
You had to bite back a laugh. He had a point. You were not the first to draw unwanted attention from the guy. Why complaints from more than one woman didn’t lead to any disciplinary action was questionable. Still, you ignore his question and continue.
“When the cops find him dead, or missing, I’ll be a suspect.” 
König chuckles as he moves his hands gently up and down your sides, moving your dress higher up your thighs with each pass of his hands. “You? Little one?” 
This time you do laugh a little. “Let me finish!”
Schooling his face, he nods. “Ok, tell me how you will be suspected of murder.”
“Not me!” You answer with a faux exasperated sigh. “They’ll look at me and realize I have a hard time even hurting a fly. But one look at you,” you start to drag your hands on either of his forearms, fingers dancing along his veiny muscles. “My giant, strong, military trained boyfriend and they’ll get suspicious.”
His smile has dropped, either from your prediction, or the way your hands continue to tantalize him and move up his arms to rest on his shoulders.
“Even if they don’t find proof, they’ll at least surveille you for a bit. Do you really want the police looking into you?” 
For a moment he is quiet, no joking, even his grip on your hips is still. He can’t pretend that what you said is entirely unsound. No matter how careful he was to leave no trace behind, the personal connection to you would always be suspect. 
“So,” you lean in close to him, your lips hovering close to his. “You’re not going to kill him, right?” 
He averts his eyes and doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want to lie to you, and your reason, while sound, isn’t enough to deter him. 
“König,” your voice is stern and you grab his chin and force him to look at you. 
“This man has touched you.” 
You want to roll your eyes. You want to pretend like he’s playfully overreacting. Certainly a couple of lingering pats does not warrant murder, but if there’s anything you’ve learned about König, at least when it comes to you, is that he’s intense. He is one hundred percent planning on killing your coworker just because he touched your shoulder. 
Your hands slide down his shoulders to rest on his chest, just above his heart where you clench at his shirt. “Promise me you won’t kill him.” When he still doesn’t answer you frown and press your forehead onto his. “I need you, König. I need you to stay with me.” Your voice wavers a little as you lock your eyes with his. “I need you to protect me.” 
“Fine, my love.” He finally sighs and captures your lips in a gentle kiss; he can’t stand to see you looking so sad because of something he might do. “I will not kill him.” 
“Good.” You nod and smile at him, and your smile is so brilliant that it is enough to sate his bloodlust. 
You lean forward again to kiss him, with all intentions to pull away and go back to making dinner. But his grip on your hips tightens and he holds you close and deepens the kiss. 
He smiles against your lips as you giggle when he doesn’t let you pull away. 
“I am curious.” You start, voice dropping like it wasn’t just the two of you in the house.
He hums against your lips then starts to drag his kisses down your jaw to your neck, grinning as your next words come out a little breathless. 
“If you were going to kill him, how would you do it?”
He actually stops and looks up at you, wondering if this was some kind of test.
You smile and give him a small peck on the lips. “Just hypothetically speaking, of course.” 
König licks his lips nervously, only relaxing when you take his right hand in both of yours and start to idly play with his fingers. 
“He touched you,” he starts and pauses again. You nod and give a little hum to encourage him to keep going. 
“I’d start with his hands.” 
You shift your eyes up to meet his before looking back down at his hand. You nod and turn his hand over, palm down in one of your hands as your free hand gently traces the veins on his hand. His fingers twitch underneath your touch and you sweetly smile at him, “keep going.” 
“I’d crush one of his hands beneath my boot.” 
You place his hand on the top of your thigh as you nod once again. You let out a quiet excited breath as he squeezes your thigh, his large hands hot against your skin. 
“Just one hand?” You ask coquettishly as you drag his hand down to the inside of your thigh.
He hums again, eyes locked between your thighs, at his hand slipping underneath your skirt. 
“I’d take my time with his other hand.” His knuckles brush your clothed mound, putting the lightest pressure on your clit. “Break his fingers one at a time.” 
You bite your lip and lock your eyes with his as you roll your hips forward, turning his touch on your clit from feather light to firm. 
His eyes darken, blood thrumming with excitement, and he can hardly tell what has him excited more, watching you squirm against his hand or sharing the kind of thoughts he long ago learned to keep to himself. The fact that he was sharing these thoughts with you, feeling your arousal dampen your panties, makes his heart beat wildly. 
He shifts his hand, turning it so that his thumb can start to rub small circles around your clit while his fingers dip into the edge of your panties. The back of his fingers slide against pussy, collecting your slick and dragging it up to your clit. You jolt and let out a small gasp at his touch, grasping at his shoulders to keep you upright so you can keep your eyes on him. 
He continued to tease your pussy, reveling in every little reaction from you, until you were a wet whimpering mess on his lap. “Then I’d smash his face in, for thinking he was worthy of even looking at you,” you moaned as he slipped a finger into you, “of breathing the same air as you.” He slowly started to slide his finger out, a smirk on his face as you rocked your hips forward.
“Maybe knock his teeth out for daring to talk to you.” He slid in a second finger, breathing a little faster as you moaned and fell forward further into him. You kissed him, tongue lapping at his lips before finding his own, as he pumped his fingers faster.
His free hand moved roughly from your hip to your breast, squeezing hard enough to draw desperate whimpers from you. He groaned and shifted to sit more comfortably, mouth dropping from your lips to your jaw, and pulled the top of your dress down. His lips capture your breast, tongue circling around the nipple, while his hand continues to knead and squeeze your other breast.  
Your head falls back and you gasp when he inserts a third finger, using his palm to rub your clit. He takes the opportunity to leave a surprisingly gentle kiss on the edge of the scar that peaks above your neckline. You shiver, despite how hot your body feels, as he pulls you closer to the edge. Your hips rock against his hand, your breath coming out in a combination of desperate pants and whines, every stroke of his fingers winding you up.
“But I will kill him with my hands around his neck, so I can watch him regret ever looking at you, as the life fades from his eyes.” 
Your whole body shakes as you cry out and fall forward, holding onto him with all your strength, as your pussy convulses wildly around his fingers, coating his hand in cum. 
König stilled as he watched you come down from your orgasm, panting and making cute little whimpers as he withdrew his hand. You were...glowing. It could have been the single ray of light coming in from a crack in the curtains illuminating your half naked body. Or the light sheen of sweat coating your skin that he was tempted to lick off you. But, he knew it was something else.
You had just come on his fingers as he described how he wanted to kill someone. You were truly an angel. A fucked up little angel sent to him by the god of death. If the military wasn't going to reward his skills, at least the universe had.
You shivered again and giggled into his shoulder before looking up at him with a smile. You hummed, squeezing your thighs together momentarily before sitting up and fixing your dress. You grabbed the discarded kitchen knife from the coffee table and planted a sweet and chaste kiss on his lips, as if he hadn't just finger fucked you to orgasm. "I need to finish making dinner."
He knew the moment he laid eyes on you, covered in blood and all, that he wanted you. He had no idea that he didn’t just want you, he needed you. 
He needed you. And he was just sitting there with a painfully hard boner while you walked back to the kitchen, legs shaky and making you lean on the walls and counter. He let you have a moment to calm down before bending you over the counter, ripping your soaked panties off of you and wildly fucking you. 
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Not deployed and not “busy”, König's world revolved around you (and if his last deployment was anything to go by, you were his center regardless). He insisted on driving you to and from work. It was all great until you mentioned you would be working late one night. 
He went stiff and barely managed to get through his question without shaking in anger. “Will Christopher be working late with you?” 
You sighed, already dreading the late night dealing with your annoying coworker. “Yea, he's on my team.” Then you grinned, “maybe he'll see you when you drop me off and think twice before approaching me!”
König chuckled and leaned down to kiss you before slipping his face mask on. Honestly, he hoped that wasn't the case. He wanted an excuse to kill the man. 
That morning, of course, Christopher was late and didn't witness your incredibly large boyfriend help you down from his truck (not that you needed it, but he was ever the gentleman) as he dropped you off. 
You did your best to avoid Chris, but as the night dragged on, he became more persistent. 
“Someone’s a pretty little liar.” 
You sighed. You were already packing up, getting ready to leave, and he had to come and bother you one more time. “What?”
“I talked to Deb, and she said you don’t have a boyfriend.” 
Deb, the office gossip. 
“She doesn’t know everything about me.” 
Your phone buzzed just as you picked it up, a part of you was worried it was your supervisor, but one glance at the screen and you smiled. “And that’s him. He’s here to pick me up.” 
“I was just heading out, I’ll walk with you.” He clapped a hand on your shoulder and squeezed as he smirked at you. 
You stepped out of his hold and hurried to the door, confused when you didn’t see König’s truck waiting out front. Oh no. 
Your phone buzzed again, König telling you that he was in the far parking lot. 
“Well, where is he?” 
“Parked back there.” You gestured with your hand, from that distance even the truck looked small.
“What he can’t come get you? Maybe I should walk with you, talk to the guy.” 
You rolled your eyes and sidestepped his hand again. Whatever happened next was Chris’ own damn fault for being so fucking predictable.
Disabling the security cameras in the parking lot was easy. König sat in his truck, the temporarily distressed engine running idle, knee bouncing and fingers tapping the steering wheel excitedly. 
You hadn’t told him much about this Christopher, but from what you did, it was pretty much a given that he’d follow you through the parking lot. And lo and behold, König saw you and a man walking towards the truck. Every so often you’d take a side step and whenever König saw the man make the same step, closing the distance between the two of you again, his pulse just beat faster. 
Finally when you’re close enough, he jumped out of the truck and rushed to the passenger side. The sight of him even had you tense for a moment. Sure he was big, and the black tee shirt he wore did nothing to hide how muscular he was. But it was the sniper hood covering his face that made you pause. 
“What the fuck?” The man next to you muttered under his breath as you walked up to König.
König was fast to reach out and pull you to his side. 
At least he leans down to let you peck his cheek, though you got his chin instead, as a greeting. 
“Get in the truck. And don’t look.” 
You frown and pinch the edge of his mask. You’d only ever seen him wear it once. “I told you-”
“I know.” 
To Christopher’s credit, he was smart enough to try to get away as quickly and quietly as possible. König wasn’t having it though, and all it took was one giant step from him and he clapped his hand on Chris’ shoulder.
“Not so fast, hm?”
A shiver ran up your spine as you stood next to the truck. That cadence in König’s voice…
Chris tried to wiggle out of König’s hold, but his struggle only made König grip down harder. 
“You touched her-”
“N-no! I didn’t! She lied!” 
König’s eyes narrowed and Chris tried to stutter out another denial but was thrown into the asphalt face first, with a pathetic cry.
As Chris was trying to push himself up, König grabbed him by the back of his shirt and turned him around, pinning him on the ground.
Chris, a man who was in considerably good shape, still thought he had a chance to get away. He struggled, attempting to punch König in the ribs to get him to let go, but König chuckled. He then punched Chris directly in the face, a delightful burst of happy adrenaline running through his veins as he felt and heard the other man’s nose break underneath his hand.
Chris screamed, blood filling his mouth,  and rolled away from König, well, as much as he was allowed to. König stood back up, though remained hovering over Chris, who was doubled over in pain. After a few minutes, in which he shakily turned around and looked up, he managed to gasp out another plea. “Ok! Ok! I’ll leave her alone!”
“Good!” König beamed, his head tilted just slightly as he looked down at the other man. “But that is not enough.”
“W-what!” 
König grabbed a fistful of Chris’ hair and easily hauled him up and dragged him to the front of the still running truck. 
“I promised her no one would ever touch her again. What kind of man would I be if I let you get away with touching her?” Through Chris’ screams, he shoved Chris’ face onto the hood of his truck, the engine still running hot and burning the man’s face. 
As satisfying as it was to watch Chris get his ass handed to him so easily, things had already escalated too far. “König! That’s enough!” You shouted over the engine, over Chris’ fading cries and over König’s jovial laughter.
König froze and looked up at you, standing some feet away from the two men, and let Chris slump to the ground. “I told you to get in the truck.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you walked over to him, being careful to step around your barely conscious coworker. You looked up at him, his eyes were still wild, and his chest was starting to heave with how excited he’d become. If he had excess energy, you knew just what he could do with it instead.
You slid a hand up his chest to grip his collar, the fabric of his mask pooling around your wrist. He let you pull him down to your level and with your free hand, you lifted the mask just enough to kiss him. 
He moaned into the kiss, turning it heated rather quickly, his big hands on your ass and hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. 
It was only a pained weak cough from Christopher that stopped you. You pulled away from the kiss, his hood falling back over his face, and grinned at him. 
“I think you should get in the truck now.” You say with a seductive smile and a gleam in your eyes that he couldn’t quite place.
He nodded and instead of setting you on the ground, walked around to the passenger side of the truck, kicking Chris one last time for good measure, before gently setting you inside the truck and rushing over to the other side.
You’re careful not to hit the gear shift when he slides into the driver side and you slide up to him, lifting his mask to the bridge of his nose so you can kiss him again. His hands grab at you, pulling you as close as he could in the cramped space. One of your hands clutches at his shirt, landing on his firm chest and the other rests on his thigh. 
He breaks the kiss just for a moment, his breath starting to come out in a pant, and reaches up to grasp at the edge of his mask, but your hand quickly grabs his wrist and stops him, “leave it on.”
“O-oh?” He stutters as you palm his growing erection through his pants. 
“I like it,” you say as you lean forward and drop a kiss to his shoulder, then another below that, following the hem of the mask until you reach just below his collarbone. Your hand that sits on his chest has moved to his pectoral, where you give his nipple a little pinch, sending a shiver down his spine right to his dick. 
“Hah,” he breathes out half a laugh as you start to unbuckle his belt, “you like it?” 
“Mm-hmm.” Your hand drops from his chest so you can unbutton his pants.
He swallows hard when you take his heavy cock out and with a firm grip you wrap a soft hand around it, as much as you could, anyway. “It’s. It’s supposed to be scary.” 
“Oh, it is.” You look up at him, hand lazily stroking upwards, “that’s what I like about it.” 
He lets out a quiet groan when your thumb swipes across the underside of the head of his fat cock. Whatever other protest about his sniper hood he had is forgotten when you slide down the bench so you can put your mouth on him.  
He’s hard in your hands before you even lean down and his thick veiny cock throbs as you slowly part your lips. His left hand has an intense grip on the door, but his right hand flies into your hair, though he shakes a little as he tries to keep it gentle, so he can have a clear view of you. 
You start with small, feather light, licks to his swollen cockhead, one, two, and he’s already let out a soft whine and starts to nudge his hips forward, his cock following your tongue as it retreats back in your mouth. You smile and hum, giving in and swirling your tongue around the tip before pinching your lips just over the head of his cock, adding light suction as you do so.
“Please,” he whines, fingers starting to tighten around your hair. “Please, don’t tease me.” The way he has slipped back into his native language, his voice pitched higher as he thrusts his hips upwards when you sink your mouth further down his cock, makes your clit twitch and you have to squeeze your thighs together to help alleviate your neediness.
You moan around his cock, tongue continuing to circle the head of his dick, flickering at sensitive spots, as you take him into your mouth as far as you can. You don’t deep throat him, not yet, so your hand makes up for it by adding firm strokes in conjunction with the bob of your mouth. The cabin is filled not only with moans but the sound of wet suction, especially when you pop his cock fully out of your mouth and give greedy sloppy licks down his entire shaft. 
König loses a bit of control and when your mouth envelops him again, sinking down as far as previously, his hand pushes the back of your head down even more. You had been expecting it, the tightness in his thighs, the way he whined even more and babbled incoherently, and even though you braced yourself, you ended up choking and sputtering around his cock. It only adds more spit, more slip to the already sloppy blow job.
You sit up a bit and take a breath, hand still stroking up and down, before you dive back down. This time you look up at him as you sink your mouth on his cock, your eyes locking with his, even with his eyes so dilated they’re so blue in contrast to the black material of his mask that nearly blends into the darkness of the night. His eyes are wide, watering even, and when he sees you look up at him, mouth stretched around his big cock, his own eyes roll back as his hips start to buck harder, faster. He cries out his impending orgasm, first in German though, for your sake, he remembers to repeat it in English as well. 
Not that it matters, you offer him an encouraging, “mm-hmm” around his cock, letting him know that you wanted him to cum in your mouth and it drives him over the edge with a loud obscene moan, shooting rope and rope and rope of cum into your mouth.
You swallow what you can, the rest sliding down the side of your face as you sit up for air. His eyes are still closed as he pants for breath himself. Since he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention, you get a mischievous idea and lean in close to him, and use the edge of his mask to wipe your face clean.
He chuckles but doesn’t stop you, only taking your hand in his when he feels that you are done. 
Most of him is limp against his seat, except for the grip he has on your hand, his knuckles resting on your thigh. 
“Hey,” you reach over and gently tug at his hood, to which he leans down just enough for it to slip off. “You ok?” 
He gives you a lazy grin, face flush and hair starting to mat down. He doesn’t quite answer you though, instead pulls your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss across your knuckles.  
You smile and, blushing strongly at the innocent gesture despite the fact that you’d just swallowed a load of his cum, take your hand back so you could buckle up. “Let’s go home.” 
The ride home is somewhat odd. He hasn’t said a word since you had his cock in your mouth and that silence is a little worrying. It’s not until you’re back home that you finally break the silence.
“König? What’s wrong?” You stop him before he can retreat into the bedroom.
“Nothing, Engel.” 
“Then why are you so quiet?”
It’s almost comical to watch a man so big try to shrink away from your gaze. He’s squeezing one fist over and over, trying very hard not to twitch under your gaze.
You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth, as you put two and two together. “Wait! Did you not like- Did I…Did I give you a bad blow job?”
König’s head snaps up. “What! No!”
“Why didn’t you say anything?!” 
“My love-” “Do you hate all my blow jobs?!”
He shakes his head vehemently and shouts your name, but you still talk over him. 
“Is it because I choke? I can’t help it! Your cock is just so big!” 
“No! My Engel,” he finally stops you with his hands on your shoulders, “I love watching you choke on my cock!”
You take a breath, forcing yourself to calm down and pout up at him. “Then what is it?”
He sighed and rubbed your shoulders for a moment before taking your hands in his. “I was just thinking about the first time we met.”
There had been a look in your eyes that night that he wrote off as you being so close to dying. But he saw it again tonight…
“Oh.” Your pout morphs into something much more stoic. “When that man…” You trail off, you both know what happened that night.
“Yea.” 
“What about it?” 
He glances away from you and chews on his lip before changing the subject. “Tell me, my love. Did you enjoy watching me kill that man?” 
“Yea.” You tilt your head, “why wouldn’t I? He got what he deserved.” 
He nodded. “Did you enjoy watching me almost kill your coworker?” 
This time it’s you that blushes and looks away. “Yea. I. I suppose being annoying doesn’t quite deserve that much violence, but…” what can you say? It was hot watching him so easily break the other man (oh and defending your honor too!). 
“And,” he paused, licking his lips, “did it turn you on?” 
Your face burns even more, “well,” you chuckle sheepishly, “that is why I blew you.” 
He frowned and dropped your hands, though remained somewhat hunched so he could properly look you in the eyes. “I kill people.” 
You squint at him, “yea…?” This wasn’t news to you…Why was he saying this? 
“Not just the man who tried to rape you. Not just in my capacity as a soldier.” 
Maybe you could understand where he was coming from. He never explicitly told you of his activities. You simply knew based on your first meeting and the way he spoke so casually about killing. “...Yea, I know…”
“I need you to know that, Engel.” 
You nod, “ok. Got it.” 
“But I would never hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you.” Which was a peculiar thing to say considering how just very recently you didn’t even know his name. 
Upon hearing your answer, König glanced away from you, face dusted pink and chewing on his lip. He was right. You were an angel made just for him.
You frowned, “what’s wrong?”
He was quick to pounce on you, giant hands on either side of your face and threading into your hair as he pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. He swallowed your surprised little yelp, his tongue sliding against your lower lip and teeth nibbling at a particularly sensitive spot on your lip before slipping into your mouth. 
He pulled you close, one hand solidly wrapped around your waist and the other pressed into your back, as you melted into his embrace. He only let go slightly when he moved his kiss to your jaw, down your neck, nipping at the scar below your neck. 
You sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders as he continued to sink lower, pressing gentle kisses over your clothes and dropped to his knees. 
He finally pressed a lingering kiss to the scar on your stomach, hands on your hips, and looked up at you, your name falling lovingly past his lips.
“You are perfect. Marry me.” 
You really didn’t think he was a marriage kind of man. You assumed that when he told you that you belonged to him, that he would protect you from then on, that it equated to marriage in his mind. But with the way he was looking up at you now, looking both very serious and very vulnerable, to him, this was more than that.
“Oh, König,” you reply softly, your hand drifting from his shoulder to cup his face. He leans into your touch and never breaks eye contact with you.
You bend down and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Yes.” 
He laughs happily when he pulls you into another strong kiss. He’s still laughing when he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. 
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[Death’s Haven]
Your husband was a killer. Not some vigilante with a twisted sense of justice. No, he simply needed to kill. For most of his life, this need was satiated through his career in the military. However, now that he was in the private sector, he had more time between jobs. Which led to the current reason you were home alone late at night.
He'd been between deployments for four months now. Yelling at recruits and paperwork was nearly driving him insane. When he started disappearing at night, when he spent his free time in secret, you knew what he was up to. You didn't ask him about it. You just made sure he had dinner and a clean home to come back to.
You were already asleep in bed when he came home tonight. When you felt him crawl into bed, hands sliding across your waist so he could hold you to his chest. He was very tactile like that, once he had you, he always had to be touching you in some way.
You let out a quiet sigh and shifted to get comfortable, vaguely aware that he was only wearing his boxers.
"I'm sorry, Engel. I did not mean to wake you."
"What time is it?"
"Three."
You grunted. Much too late (or perhaps, too early). Though you supposed coming home at three am was better than him coming home at five only to wake up at six to go to work.
You yawned and shifted, turning around so you could kiss his cheek. "Welcome home." You sighed, eyes already closing again as you cuddled up to him and started to fall back asleep.
König hummed, his hand gently moving up and down your hip, slipping underneath the tee shirt that you stole from him to use as a nightgown.
His soft touch chased away your sleep as his fingers dragged up and down your lower back. You wiggled your hips, attempting to get away from his touch by pressing your body further into him. "That tickles."
"Sorry," he muttered, lips brushing against your temple. "I missed you."
If your eyes weren't closed you'd roll them. Your big, strong, serial killer of a husband was sweet, cute even, acting like you hadn't seen each other for weeks.
But then you felt his hard on pressing against your thigh. Oh. He missed you like that. Yea. That made sense. Even though he slipped in late at night or early in the morning to see you before you left for work, you hadn't had sex since he started his recon a few days ago.
You nuzzle against his chest and smile, "did you?" You slide a hand down his stomach and fiddle with the waistband of his boxers. "I'd never be able to tell." 
He groaned and pushed you onto your back, knocking your legs apart enough for him to settle between. His kiss is rushed, tongue pushing past your lips eagerly, while he starts to grind his hips into yours. You let out an airy gasp when his kisses trail down your jaw to the scar on your neck. A scar you were once ashamed of, once associated with a moment of indignity. König insisted that your scars weren't ugly or shameful, they were proof that instead of taking you for himself, the god of death had given you to him as a gift. 
“What?” You rolled your eyes when he first told you such. “Is he a king and I'm one of his kids he can just give away?” 
He threaded his fingers into your hair and pulled, forcing you to expose your neck to him. “I am your only King. And you are my Angel.” 
Your leg hikes further up his waist, one of his hands splaying across the back of your thigh as he ruts into you again. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face back towards you as you attempt to kiss him again, instead he opens his mouth to mumble words against your lips.
“There was a witness.”
And you froze. The only witness he’s ever left before was you. For a moment you’re worried. Was this another damsel in distress that he saved? Was there another broken girl in his truck right now, waiting patiently to become your sister-wife? 
You push a steady hand against his chest that he ignores and continues to suck hickey onto your neck. “What?” 
He hums against your skin, moving his kiss down, where he nips at one of your breasts through the fabric of your chosen nightgown. He mistakes the concern in your voice as concern for him. He returns to your mouth, an eager heavy kiss pressed to your lips until he pushes his tongue into your mouth that you respond to tentatively. 
“I killed him too.” 
His hips grinding into yours, with his hard cock teasing your pussy through layers of thin fabric, draws out a needy whine from you. "O-oh?"
He grunts, breathing quickening as he starts to push your shirt up. "That's why I'm so late, my love.” He was quite eager, it seemed, as one of his hands slipped underneath your back to lift you so he could quickly pull the shirt completely off of you. “There was a lot of blood.” He finished his explanation (not that you asked for one) as he nuzzled his face between your breasts. 
You wanted to giggle, both because his slight stubble on your bare chest tickled and how silly you felt that he basically just motorboated you, but with the way he was already licking and sucking at your tits, your giggle quickly morphed into a moan. And then you finally registered his words. 
A bloodsoaked König, with his sniper hood hiding his face, looked like a monster straight out of a horror movie. The thought of it turned you on so much. “Yea?” Your arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you lifted your hips to meet his, pressing against his hard dick. 
He chuckled as he sat up on his knees, still between your thighs, and tugged at your panties. You raise your hips enough for him to pull them down and toss to the side.
He leaned over you once again, propping himself up on his left arm, while his right hand found its way to your thigh again. You sighed as he all but had you pinned between his large frame and the bed. There was something frightening about his size, he was almost too big to be human, and yet he also possessed the uncanny ability to make you feel safe, no matter how vulnerable you were.
His fingers dipped between your thighs, his chuckles fading into a low groan when he finds how aroused you are. “You like that, Engel? Want to see me covered in blood, hm?” 
A gasped, “uh-huh!” is all you can offer when his fingers, coated in your slick, rock against your clit. 
König pulls his hand away all too soon, and the frustrated whine you puff out isn’t missed by him. You almost think he is going to tease you, that he is going to revel in the way you’re so desperate for him already, but there is a vulnerable sincerity in his eyes when you look up at him. 
“...Are you proud of me?”
Your lust is momentarily forgotten as you slide a hand to his face, gently cradling his face. His eyes closed as he leaned into your soft and touch. 
It was one thing to know that you accepted his proclivities, another entirely to know that you loved that part of him.
You gently run your thumb over his cheek bone so he could look at you again. You supposed you hadn't shown much enthusiasm for his activities since he nearly killed your coworker. You pull him down for a gentle kiss, whispering your answer against his lips. "Yes."
You even have a surprise for him, but the kiss that followed was much less delicate and much more needy on his part. It’s like he’s trying to mold himself to you, trying to fuse your soul to his. It’s as if he doesn’t want to let you go. And you give into him, forgetting about the little gift. You don’t want him to let go either. 
You’re so pliable under his touch, the way you so easily give your body over to him reminds him of the first night he met you. When you were too weak to stop him from ripping the shreds of your dress off of your body, too weak to stop him from moving your hands to stem the bleeding of a knife wound that should have killed you. The memory of your body, pinned underneath him now, covered in the sweetest blood has him biting down on your shoulder roughly. You gasp and whimper underneath him, only squirming not to get away from him, but to get closer to him. 
He drags his mouth down your body, trailing searing kisses along your skin. As always he pays special attention to the scar that dips below your collarbone, tracing the contours with his tongue as if he hasn't already committed every inch of it to memory. As always as well, he takes his time with your breasts, switching between rough nips into your flesh and gentle swirls of his tongue around the nipple. Every little hitch in your breath, every whine that pushes past your lips, alights his blood on fire.
His hips buck forward, seeking relief in the friction of his hard cock against the soft warm plush of your thighs. You whine, one hand resting on his shoulder and one tangled in his hair, as you feel the hot velvety skin of his cock rubbing the insides of your legs, pre cum smearing on your skin and you're not sure whether to pull him back up so he can stuff your pussy with that massive cock of his, or to push him down so he can lavish his attention elsewhere on your body.
König makes the decision for you as he continues to kiss and nip and lick his way down your body. He attempts to repeat the loving kiss with the scar on your stomach, attempts to trace it with his lips, but you become impatient and push his head, making him chuckle into your skin, which in turn has you also giggling.
He presses a lingering kiss to your pubic bone with a grin plastered on his lips, "so eager for me."
You huff, and make sure to exaggerate the little pout you throw at him. "Don't tease. It's been too long."
This draws another chuckle from him, though he spreads your thighs further apart so he can comfortably fit between them. "Less than a week, my angel."
You prop yourself up on one elbow and reach for his face, forcing him to look at you as you hit him with a trembling lip and the saddest eyes you could muster in the moment. "You promised to take care of me, König."
He stills at your words, muscles tense and eyes so wide that even in the dim light you could see the whites of his eyes. You were right, of course. How could he deny his sweet angel what you desperately wanted, needed? Especially when it was him that you needed. He gently places a hand over yours, never breaking eye contact with you, as he pulls your hand from his face and gently kisses the inside of your wrist, taking your little teasing to heart. “I will.” 
That is all the warning you get before he is diving between your thighs. His breath is hot on your skin as he kisses and licks his way towards your pussy. He doesn't ignore any part of you, his left hand both massaging your inner thigh, kneading at the sensitive flesh and keeping your legs parted wide enough for him.
By the time he draws his tongue through your folds, you're already a quivering mess. His long, deliberate, slow licks have you moaning and gripping his hair. His right arm anchors your hips to the bed, keeping you in place as his tongue circles your clit. You try to muffle the obscene moans that fall from your lips, but König knows you, knows what you like, and drags his tongue down your slit, curls his tongue inside of you to lap at you juices. His own moans fill the air with yours, the subtle vibrations only driving you crazier.
His name is a chant on your lips, your hands gripping his hair even more as you try to fuck his face. He groans and releases the iron grip he has on your hips, right hand snaking up to your chest where he roughly gropes at your tits.
He holds you down for your sake, so he can lick and suck and nip without losing his place between your legs. But as you near your edge, he lets go because there's nothing he loves more than when you shove your pussy into his face. His mouth parted, tongue dragging over every inch of you and pushing into your pussy. His nose bumps and rubs against your clit as he enthusiastically moves his head, his stubble scratching pleasantly against the inside of your thighs.
He could, and probably should, stretch you out a little with his fingers, prepare you for the girth that is his cock, but he’s selfish and wants you to come on his tongue. He switches his pace, frenzied flicks of his tongue on your clit, followed by long firm strokes through your folds until he pushes his tongue into your pussy. He moans again, savoring the ambrosia that he pulls from you with every swipe of his tongue. 
It’s when he starts to rock his hips into the bed, seeking to relieve his aching cock, that it feels like a final wave pushing you to your orgasm. Your thighs squeeze around his head as you pussy clenches wildly around his tongue, aching to be filled and stretched out even more. He continues to slurp at your pussy, his tongue covered in your cum as he gently offers small and gentle licks to your clit, following the movement of your hips without holding you down. 
König is liable to spend too much time between your legs. Liable to ease you down from your orgasm only to pull another one from you. And you’re liable to forget that you were supposed to give him his gift before fucking.
“S-stop! I! I!” You cry and whine and try to push his face away from your oversensitive clit. 
With a grunt, he finally relents and drops a few soft kisses to your thigh before propping himself up on his elbows and running the back of his arm across his face. “What is it, Engel?” 
After a moment to catch your breath, you finally look at him and smile softly at the way he's looking up at you so adoringly. "I have something for you."
A grin breaks out across his face as he kisses your thigh and moves as if he's about to start eating you out again.
"Not that!" You laugh and lightly push his face away from your still sensitive pussy. "Come here," you pat the bed next to you, inviting him to sit down for a moment.
"I got you something," you say as you give him a quick peck to the lips when he sits down beside you.
His hand slides to your waist and you know he's about to pull you on top of him, but you pull away quick enough to turn to the nightstand and flip on the lamp.
There’s some shuffling beside you as you open the drawer. The first thing your hand catches is a bottle of lube, that’s not what you were looking for, but you set it on the table anyways.
One of his hands lands on your thigh and squeezes as he leans with you, his mouth dropping small kisses to your shoulder. “Do we have to do this now?”
“Oh, I guess not.” You say as you put a rectangular box on top of the side table and turn to face him again.
He’s shucked his boxers off, instead of shoving his dick through the opening in front, and has his left hand holding the heft of his hard cock. Your eyes drop down to the wide pink mushroom head and immediately forget that you had been trying to gift him something. 
His right arm wraps around your waist as you kiss him and he pulls you atop one of his thighs. You whimper into his mouth as you grind down on his thigh, your already slick pussy making the glide easier and the friction electrifying. Even as you rock your hips back and forth, one of your hands wraps around his cock, next to his own hand. You both groan at the contact, Him at the way you swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock, collecting pre cum and spreading it over down as you give him sensual little pumps. You groan as you and your pussy clenches achingly at the reminder of how big his cock is, the way there’s enough length for the both of you to stroke down, and the way your fingers don’t even meet around his girthy width. 
As you rest your forehead against his, lip tucked between your teeth as you continue to ride him, you notice his eyes flicker to the side table for just a second.
“You want to see it?” You ask with a breathless laugh, still chasing the pleasure grinding down on his thigh offers. 
He grabs the hand you have wrapped around his cock and makes you squeeze him harder, speaking with a groan as he thrusts his hips up. “Just tell me what it is.” 
“And ruin the surprise?” 
He grunts and grabs your hips, halting your gyrating, while simultaneously smashing his mouth against yours. The kiss is rough, aggressive even, as his tongue tangled with yours, preventing you from further teasing him. Still you moan and giggle into the kiss and blindly reach behind you until you find the box.
“Just open it real quick.” 
He sighed and reluctantly let go of your hips as he took the box from you. “What is the occasion?” 
The real reason? You wanted him to remember you. You were afraid you were nothing but a novelty to him. He wanted you for now, but soon he’d get bored of you and send you away. If you were lucky, he’d kill you, but you were never that lucky in life. He’d provide a safe home for you, make you feel safe standing next to him at the grocery store, or as he picked you up from work. Then he’d leave you, leave you fearing every shadow and bump in the night. To live in the hell that was his absence. 
“A hunting knife?” He unsheathed it, admiring the sheen and sharpness of the hooked blade.
It was deadly sharp, meant for skinning game. It wasn’t anything fancy. Perfectly utilitarian. 
You hummed and stretched out again, this time to grab the bottle of lube you set aside earlier. “You’re the one that asked me if I am proud of you.” You pour some lube into one of your hands, “I was thinking about what you do, and thought you might like this.” You wrap your hand around his cock, spreading the lube along his thick shaft, “at the very least it can make a cute paperweight for your desk.” 
König groans and shuts his eyes, leaning forward to rest his head against your shoulder, as you pump his now very slick cock. His hot breath fans over your skin as he mutters your name and nips at your shoulder. But he pauses when you lean to the side and expose the top of your scar to his mouth.
Suddenly he pulls away from you and looks back at the gifted blade. “You wanted to see me covered in blood, Engel.” 
It’s not a question, though you give him a quiet little “mm-hm" before you’re sitting stock still with a blade pressed against your throat. His cock throbs in your hands as your eyes flick up to meet his. His eyes, blown wide with lust, flicker between your own gaze and the knife he holds to your throat. 
“I have never seen blood as beautiful as yours.” 
Your heart thumps in your chest, and pussy, at his words. Did he think of your blood often? Did he still think of that night? 
You squeeze your hand, giving a tantalizing grip to his cock, and tilt your head to the side, whispering a loving taunt. “It belongs to you.” 
You see droplets of blood splatter across his face before you feel the sting of your flesh sliced open. You gasp, eyes squeezing shut, as pain catches up to you. There’s a clatter of the knife being tossed onto the nightstand before you feel his large hands digging into your hips and moving you so that you are fully straddling him. 
The head of his cock slides through your folds before nudging your clit and sends a wave of pleasure through you that distracts from the pain. You whimper and shudder when you open your eyes to see the look on his face. You imagine that this is what he looked like the night he saved you, but now you see him unmasked, see how the sight of you bleeding before him is nearly driving him insane. 
König moaned when he felt the first drop of blood hit his face, his cock jumping out of your hand and pulsing wildly. Your pained little gasp that followed did not assuage his desire, if anything it fueled it even more. He quickly discarded the knife and pulled you over him, his lubed up cock running along your slick pussy drawing moans out from both of you. 
He looked up at you, lost in bliss as you rocked your hips into him, rubbing your clit onto his cock, and snaked a hand into your hair to pull you down. He breathed in the air around you, filled with the scent of your combined arousal and sweat and, as he pushed his face into your skin, the light coppery scent of your blood. 
You whined again when he disturbed the cut on your neck, the fresh wound following the exact path of the previous one, only to cry out when he drug his tongue through the blood. 
“You have the sweetest blood, my angel.” 
And with a quick, rough, grip to the back of your head, he pulled you into a searing kiss. His tongue immediately found yours as if he was intent to share the taste of you, of your blood and cum. 
His face is smeared in blood when you pull away from his hungry kiss and look at him again. You rest your forehead against his and pant for breath, eyes locking with his as he lifts your lips and properly lines his cock up. 
You whimper when you feel the head of his cock start to spread you, but even his lust filled haze he’s aware enough of himself to go slowly, letting you sink down onto his girthy length at your own pace. 
“König,” you cry when you take him fully, your entire body hot and desperate to be close to him. 
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, his face tucked into your neck as you start to move your hips up, sliding back down with a moan as he fills you. 
He’s not quiet when your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, it feels too good to hold in the moan that rips out of his throat when you start to bounce on his cock. Slick. Your blood and sweat against his skin, your wet pussy around his cock, it’s all heavenly slick and he wants more. He groans and roughly guides your hips down to meet his own thrusts. You cling to him and moan as he easily lifts you only to slam you back down.
“My angel,” he growls hotly into your ear, his eyes rolling back when your pussy flutters tightly around his cock. 
He’s quick to shift positions, cradling the back of your head as he throws you onto your back. You only get to mourn the loss of his cock inside you for a moment before he is throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and bullying his cock back into your pussy.
The new angle allows him impossibly deeper, your moans are so loud you’re nearly screaming at this point. He moans loudly along with you when he glances down between your bodies and sees as he feels how your pussy clings to his cock, doing its best to not let go of him every time he pulls out. 
Your pussy aches and gapes when he pulls all the way out, slipping and accidentally brushing the head of his cock over your clit. You cry out, from the sensation of his slicked cockhead on your clit and for him, even this second without him filling you up is too long without him. You hook the leg he doesn’t have over his shoulder over his waist as he thrusts his cock back into you. It feels like he hits every nerve in your pussy, his pelvis grinding against yours and rubbing your clit and you can’t even say his name as your entire body begins to shake. 
Your orgasm is overwhelming, you claw and grab at König, yet at the same time the consistent grinding of his pelvis on your clit and his huge cock pistoning in and out of you has part of you wanting to push him away. He doesn’t let you, instead he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own release. 
König’s head drops to your shoulder, chin hitting the cut on your neck, and groans loudly as you come on his cock, your pussy clenching around him dizzyingly tight. He growls and groans when you begin to struggle against him, sending him over his own edge. He breathlessly stills as his cock throbs, filling you with his cum as your pussy continues to clench around his cock. 
Eventually his hips slow down to a slow, sensual, grind, meeting your hips in the lazy aftermath. He drops your leg from his shoulder and braces himself on his forearms while he continues to nuzzle his face into your neck, sloppy open mouth kisses licking up blood and sweat.
“König,” you sigh and nudge him. He may be holding most of his weight off of you, but he’s still crushing you into the mattress and at this point it’s so hot that it’s starting to become difficult to breathe.
He grunts, his cock giving a final pulse as he pulls out, and rolls to the side. His hand lands heavily on your thigh, “give me a moment, Engel, and I will clean you up.” 
You whine at the sudden empty feeling and, with considerable effort, turn on your side and cuddle up to him, moving his arm around you. He embraces you, eyes closed as he basks in his post orgasmic bliss. 
“You look like a vampire.” You say with a light chuckle and brush a thumb across his chin.
He grins and opens one eye to look at you, “if I could live off of your blood, Engel, I would.” 
Your laugh is cut short with a grimace as you feel his cum leak out of your pussy. “Ok, I need to get up.” 
He sits up with you and pulls you into his lap before standing. “Let me.”
“You don’t always need to carry me to the bathroom!” 
“Can you walk?” 
Actually, probably not. 
König leaves the shower first, letting you relax under the hot water a little longer while he changes the sheets on the bed. There was too much cum, sweat and blood to ignore for the night. 
He’s waiting patiently for you when you finally get out of the shower. He’s thoughtful enough to lay one of his shirts out on the clean sheets for you to wear when he’s finished bandaging you up. 
“It’s not even that bad,” you say as you let him apply an ointment and a gauze bandage on the cut that’s barely bleeding anymore. 
He doesn’t really respond, just grunts and makes sure to secure the bandage properly before he turns around to set everything down on the nightstand. 
“Ah! König!” You gasp and slap a hand over your mouth when you see long scratch marks on his back, small beads of blood surfacing on his skin.
“What!” He turns quickly, eyes wide, afraid that he hurt you.
“I’m so sorry!” You squeak out behind your hand.
“What?” 
You hang your head and hide your face in your hands. “Your back is bleeding!”
“What?” He cranes his neck to look at his own back. 
“How embarrassing,” you mumble to yourself as you take the towel that’s wrapped around you and dab the bit of blood off of him.
His chuckles turn into a laugh, a full loud sound deep from his belly, as you fuss over him. He barely lets you touch his back before he is reaching behind him and pulling you onto his lap.
He stops your protests with a kiss, a smile still pulling at his lips even as he runs his tongue over your lips. “I cut you with a hunting knife, Engel, and you’re worried about little scratches?”  
“Fine,” you hum and pull away from him enough to slip on the tee shirt he laid out for you. “But if it scars, it’ll be the least cool story you’ve got.”
He turns off the lamp as you climb under the blankets. “I disagree. It’ll be my favorite. Next time, I will make you scratch my back even more.” 
König grinned at your little laugh as you settled into his embrace for the night. No, you didn’t hurt him and no he didn’t mind a tiny bit of blood spilled. He’d drown in your blood if he could, how could he not offer you the same? 
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ashafox · 1 year
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A little something for my stalker au
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tr34sure · 5 months
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Redroom || Han Jisung
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Summery: Your stalker finally having the courage to kidnap you and he’s most definitely going to have some fun after doing it.
Warnings: Consented sex, the use of the name (my love,) maybe a little knife play, sex toys, blood licking!! MINORS DNI!! ⛔️
A/n: This was something in works and song recommendations: 7th sense nct, and Thinkin bout you by Frank Ocean. I didn’t proof read this at all I just wrote 🤷🏽‍♀️
You are in a red-themed room with a large king-sized bed, dim lighting, various knives and BDSM tools scattered around. The walls are adorned with leather straps and whips, and there's a big mirror on one side of the room. The only source of light comes from a chandelier in the middle of the room, casting eerie shadows everywhere. The scent of leather and sex fills the air.
“Where-where am I?” I stutter as I stare at the black shadow in front of me from what looks like a man. “You are in my red room.” He answered slowly walking towards me giving me a good glimpse of his face.
To your surprise, he didn't look as bad as you thought he would. You had expected him to be a creepy old man, but he turned out to be completely different.
His long face shape is complemented by his somewhat messy hair, and his doe-like dark brown eyes are gentle, suggesting that he has a gentle, innocent nature added to him, which is now far from the truth about him.
“Do you want to know why you're here, my love?” He picks up a knife, with a sinister smile on his face. I quickly shook my head as pure terror crossed my face.
His eyes sparkled with amusement as he approached me and reached out for my cheeks, cupping his hands around them. I try to pull away but he only pulls me back in again to face him. “Look at me Y/n” his sadistic tone echoes through your head. I then glare at him, giving him what he wants. “You’re here because I love you.” He bends down in front of you tilting his head towards you as he stares at you intensely, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.
His lips curl into a devious smile, as he starts pointing the blade at your leg, cutting through the fabric and touching your skin. You felt panic rise in you trying your best to calm down. I mean he said he loves you so that means he wouldn’t want to hurt you right? News flash you were so wrong about the statement.
He pushes the point of the knife into your skin, drawing blood you grasped at the sharp pain as the blood flows from the cut. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure as his tongue traces along the cut on your skin. Your vision blurs, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his warm breath against your wound. You gasp softly, trying to process the intense feelings coursing through your body.
As you watch him lean in closer, you feel a rush of heat spread through your core. His lips brush against the cut, and you let out a soft moan. The sensation of his tongue against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You try to pull away from him , but your body refuses to cooperate. The pleasure he's giving you is too intense, and you find yourself helplessly caught in his grasp. You let out a soft whimper, unable to deny the overwhelming desire that's taking over your body.
The sudden stop catches you off guard, and you feel a bit of relief and disappointment all at once.
Maybe it was good that he stopped because you shouldn’t have enjoyed it the way you did, but you just couldn’t help it no matter how hard you tried not to.
“Do you give me your consent?” He said looking up at you, at that moment your mind was blurred, you couldn’t even think straight but you ended up saying your answer “Yes.” You blurted out to him at which he smirked at.
Jisungs hands moved down to your hips, gripping your skin tightly. With a sudden tug, your pants and underwear are pulled down your ankles leaving your bottom half completely exposed, a sense of humiliation and vulnerability washed over you.
You watched as Jisung grabs the pink vibrator from his large collection of BDSM toys, “I imagined you using this vibrator so many times and now it’s finally happening.” He said, staring at your exposed cunt.
He presses the vibrator against your folds, you gasped at the sudden contact, but it feels so good he starts to thrust the toy in and out of you you throw your head back, moaning loudly as the sensations inside you build up.
Jisungs eyes lights up at your loud moans, seeming to take pleasure in knowing that he’s the one causing you so much pleasure, as you grasp and cry out he increases the vibrations thrusting deeper and faster inside of you.
As you approach your climax, your body starts to tense up, and you feel a warm rush between your legs milking the vibator for all it’s worth, you let out a long, low moan, and your hips buck against Jisungs hands. With a loud cry, As you’re finally about to cum Jisungs suddenly removes the vibratior from your pussy.
You cry out in surprise and disappointment. Jisung leans in close to your face whispering “You were so close baby but you're not gonna cum with that.” He chuckled darkly.
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whoretan · 2 years
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You | Masterlist
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Summary: There's an itch you've been scratching all semester: digging into your Professors, boss, friends, and relative's lives. You know everything, their dirtiest secrets, their weird fetishes, the stupid shit they like to waste their paychecks on, what the last thing they used their credit cards for. But, when you hack Park Jimin and his fraternity brothers everyone except one comes blank. You can't help but dig deeper, getting yourself into a mess you can't code yourself out of.
Genre: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Tags: breaking of fourth wall, reading is not mentally okay (DID disorder, etc), neither is jk, college setting, hackers/hacking, world-crime, lots of crime and dealing with 'a bigger picture', essentially get yourself into some deep shit, lots of sex (eventual) to help cope?, unhealthy relationships/toxic, obsessive behavior, everyone is unreliable, do not trust anyone, and have a good time trying to figure out what the fuck is happening
Current WC (Updated): 10.4k
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Authors note: I want to preface that this fiction is a psychological thriller before it's a romance. Although there are romantic themes, and the main characters will eventually end up together, the whole point of it is to confuse you. I want you to think about every interaction, every person, every decision, and lastly do not trust everything the reader thinks she sees.
Is also available on AO3 with the original pairing. Taekook ver TBA.
chap1_jk970.txt
Summary: Jeongguk was supposed to be like the rest, easily hackable with a selection of dirty little secrets he'd like to keep hidden from the rest of the world: the typical weird kinks, fetishes, scams, evasion of taxes, lying on academic records. However, when you dig deeper it turns out that Jeongguk's secrets run, much, much deeper.
WC: 4.6k
Link: TXT
chap2_trojan.exe
Summary: What should've been an easy pick-up ends up being one of the worst nights of your life.
WC: 3.2k
Link: EXE
chap3_r3d.mp4
Summary: Jeongguk fills you in on what’s going on, and you realize you’ve gotten yourself into a mess much bigger than you’ll ever be.
WC: 2.5k
Link: MP4
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Taglist: Thank you for reading and supporting my work.
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sourtomatola · 6 months
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What if Stalker comic part 2
Part 1 here
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(I have another two or more comic's planned for this, so this is totally a spin off for now)
Stalker masterpost
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hemlocksandfoxgloves · 2 months
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for @thiamsxbitch's dark!thiriam idea
May I inspire you further! ❤️❤️❤️
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worldheadcanons · 10 months
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☆ stalker au: you flirting back!
starring. . . gender neutral reader and america + england. warning: some nsfw towards the end of alfred’s part. general stalker stuff.
author notes; something self indulgent fr
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> alfred f. jones!
— he called you up, thinking it’d be a normal phone call just like any other. he’d tease you before scaring you a bit. then jones would hang up just as you were getting ready to chastise him. he likes to keep you on your toes at all times. today was different, however.. today it was you keeping him on his toes. you had been thinking about his calls for a while, wondering how to deal with them. after a while, you came to a conclusion— it was so simple, so obvious that you were amazed that you hadn’t figured it out sooner! it was all a prank. probably for television or something. this guy wasn’t really a stalker.. he was just pretending to be one. it was the only clear answer. it was the only answer that you were comfortable with accepting. with that in mind… you decided to give his prank show a little bit of new content. something.. exciting. 
— “hey gorgeous,” alfred said, hiding by one of the bushes in your backyard. it’s a little cramped but he had made a little nook out of the small space between your bushes. it was his home away from home. “how was your day today?”
— you responded normally, deciding to keep things tame for now. conversation was pretty smooth until he suddenly chose to switch things up. he just loved to creep you out for shits and giggles. “i can see you in your bedroom through your upstairs window,” jones said casually, idly messing with a piece of his hair as he spoke, “you look nice today, by the way.”
— this was the moment you were waiting for. he wanted prank content? fine! here it was. you paused for a second before replying, “thank you.. you know.. if you’re nice, maybe i’ll give you something better to look at.. something more.. interesting.” you spoke into the phone softly, your voice low and somewhat seductive in nature. the tone of your voice alone was enough to make alfred’s eyes widen and his face flush red. he snapped his head to look at your window, intently watching as you laid yourself on your bed. regardless of whether or not it was supposed to be a sexy sort of movement, he found it wildly attractive. and just like that, he was horny…
— there was nothing but silence as he tried to get himself together. of course, you didn’t know about his.. situation. you started to feel a little guilty. what if it wasn’t a prank show but.. a pranking youtube channel? like.. the kind for kids? oh, god.. here you were, trying to be flirty on a video for a kids channel. “sorry, was that bad for the video? i assumed this was an adult prank show.. you can just cut it, i’ll keep things PG from now on, i promise.” you apologized into the phone, frowning to yourself.
— after a few moments more of silence from the other side of the phone, jones finally spoke up again. “no, no.. no, it’s perfect,” he mumbled after a bit, running a hand through his hair as he tried to force himself into calming down. “don’t apologize. the uh.. prank show channel? we can use this, don’t worry. hey, i’ve gotta end the call now. edit the footage and whatnot. i’ll call you later to hash out details, ‘kay?”
— alfred hung up shortly afterwards. you were satisfied with how things turned out, figuring that the problem had been solved. unfortunately for you, the problem had only worsened.. after your little show today, he was more desperate than ever to have you. somehow, someway.. someday.. you’d be his and he’d be yours. but enough of that, right now he had to hurry and get home. he didn’t really feel like jerking off in your bushes. 
> arthur kirkland!
 — you frowned as your phone rang. there was no doubt in your mind that it was your little admirer who was calling. he’d spoken with you several times over the phone, always kind and polite, but he made no effort to actually get with you. after a while it started to feel like a very long winded prank.. the kind that started in middle school and seemed to get worse in highschool. the kind of prank you hated most. the emotional ones. you hated to admit it but you had sort of fell for the man through the phone. he genuinely seemed to care about you.. or at least, he acted like he cared about you. your mind seemed to wander towards the worst possible situations. the thought of having a real stalker never crossed your mind however the thought of a highschool bully or maybe a workplace enemy prank calling you, that crossed your mind numerous times. 
— you were usually so rational but the thought of someone trying to pull a prank and tug at your emotions.. it pissed you off, to be frank. so when you answered the phone, you decided to give this prank caller a show. you would flirt back. they’d be so freaked out that they’d either confess or immediately hang up and never call again. that’s how it usually went with ‘jokes’ like this. once you show any sort of interest back, they drop you just to shatter your heart. well this time you were ready. this time you were in control.
— conversation started off like it always did with talking about your day and how you’ve been. you weren’t one to flirt out of nowhere, so you let the mood build itself up. fortunately for you, there was a moment of banter that was the perfect opportunity. you could hear him chuckle over the phone, probably about something teasing you had said. you took the chance without hesitation, holding the phone close to your mouth so every word would be heard perfectly. “oh secret admirer,” you cooed, “i feel like we’ve really gotten close.. i’m dying to know who you are. i really want to meet you.”
— you were flirty but not seductive, as anything that even remotely hinted towards sex could be used as blackmail against you. you were a master at this game. there was silence for a long while, interrupted only by the sound of you shifting your phone from your hand and laying it on your kitchen counter so you could cook for yourself and talk at the same time. you assumed that the silence was a good thing, that maybe your pranker was rethinking their thoughts and regretting your actions. you had no clue that arthur was on the other end of the phone completely awestruck.
— oh how he’s dreamed of this moment! really, it’s like everything he’s dreamed of and more! you loved him, you really loved him, and here you were, setting yourself up on a silver platter for him! he was immediately nervous as he’d always imagined you confessing but he never thought of what would come after that. the silence was just him thinking. thinking about whether or not this was a trap.. thinking about how to reply to you.. thinking so hard about the opportunity laid out in front of him. kirkland responded after a bit longer. “sorry for the silence, love.. i feel the same way, i really do.. i want to be with you.. i want to be with you all the time,” he began. 
— you froze like a deer in the headlights as he started to speak. he didn’t notice your lack of a response though, continuing to proclaim his love. “i spend all day and night thinking of you.. every dollar i make is for you, every.. every single moment i’m not with you it’s like torture for me. i’m not happy when i’m not watching you or thinking of you.” as arthur rambled on and on, he stopped controlling his voice. his accent slipped through and it sounded vaguely familiar.. but you didn’t have any time to pick apart his voice. you were more focused on his words, his admission to.. to stalking you. to being a stalker.
— admittedly.. you had known in the back of your mind from the beginning it really wasn’t a prank. you weren’t stupid.. but you had gotten swept away in your emotions regardless.. and now look at you. your stalker thinks you love him back. 
— “i’m.. willing to show my face.. if you’re willing to unlock the back door. i promise i won’t try anything. i’m already outside.. do hurry though.. i feel a bit odd about just standing here, haha..”
— not only that.. but he’s apparently standing by your back door waiting for you to open it. lucky you.
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thefoulbeast · 2 months
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ambush from the hogweeds
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skumhuu · 2 months
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How did Cross got to know Dream in Stalker Au ? :3
Cross never really got to 'know' Dream 👀
Cross lacks any sort of ambition in life, at his father's request he finds himself taking several college classes, one of them alongside a certain golden eyed skeleton 😏
Cross is instantly fascinated by Dream's bubbly personality, he builds Dream's image so high in his head he flounders trying to even catch his eye much less speak to him.
To Dream, Cross was a hooded stranger in class, never showing his face, and never being more than a couple seats away.
Meanwhile, Cross desperately tries to learn everything he can about Dream, all the while berating himself, telling himself how creepy he's acting. That he should just go up to Dream and talk to him.
Instead, he slowly learns and signs up for every single class Dream is currently taking, just so he can see him more often. Dream doesn't notice. He also doesn't notice when a shadow starts following him to his work, and eventually home.
Cross worries constantly about how soft Dream is, and worries more when he realizes that he sometimes walks home in the dark. So, while mentally yelling at himself for being a creep, he follows Dream like his loyal little guard. He imagines himself as Dream's protector, his knight in shining armor, all the while Dream has no idea.
Much more experienced, Killer quickly takes notice of Cross and is incredibly pissed until he realizes Cross's affections aren't for Nightmare but for Dream. After that, he decides he can make Cross worse and takes him under his wing >:3c
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jiminstonic · 2 years
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Until Dawn | jjk [TEASER]
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「sequel teaser to In The Night」
pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader
teaser word count: 312
(full fic) genre: smut, yandere, thriller if you squint
teaser warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, obsessive thoughts/behavior, dom!jk, sub!reader, use of “princess”, mentions of stalking, somnophilia, “cock” lol
a tag list will be added to the full fic
— synopsis: After putting on quite the show for your shy stalker, his resistance crumbles and he can’t fight the urge to take you any longer.
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You’ve never been in this situation before; your stalker, so close that you can smell his musky scent mixed with the midnight air, could do anything to you right now. The thought makes your heart beat faster, louder, and you can’t tell if it’s out of fear or excitement. His hand suddenly grips your thigh over the duvet as he leans even closer, his breath softly fanning over your face.
“We’re going to finish what you started, huh princess? Or are you just going to leave me here, so hard and needy for you?” His sultry whisper in the otherwise silent room took you by surprise. And sure enough, when you peer down at his lap, there’s a prominent outline of his hardened cock through unbuttoned jeans.
Sure, Jungkook had just came in his hand outside of your window, but he needs more—so much more. His body needs yours, and there was no doubt about that. No way in hell was he going to just let you get away with teasing him with your pretty pussy. Not after he’s spent countless times dreaming, fantasizing about how your walls would feel around his length. Not after the numerous nights he’s had to stop himself from touching your oblivious, sleeping form.
As you tear your gaze away from the tent between his thighs, his lips are suddenly on yours. The force of his kiss is unmatched, with lips so soft and gliding effortlessly against your own. He’s quick to take control, guiding you to lay back as he kisses you with such dominance that you have no other choice than to comply. Or maybe you just don’t want to admit that you have a choice, a choice to push him away and yell at him to get out. No, you don’t want to do that at all. So, you surrender to him completely.
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(Armin x Reader) - Word Count: 2.2k
Creature: a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention
Warnings: Cunnilingus, Panty Raiding
Extra Notes: Happy Halloween Eve! One more day left!
You had never thought much about the boy who lived in the apartment next to yours. He always seemed to be out in the hallway whenever you were; running into you on your way to work, on your way out with friends, on your way to the store, he was always there. You had assumed he had the same schedule as you, coincidentally always in your way and always by your side.
You had become friends with the boy who lived in the apartment next to yours, Armin. He was really nice, and the both of you seemed to have a lot in common with each other. He has a brother - same as you, he was an English major in college - same as you, his favorite musicians are Taylor Swift and Lorde - strangely, same as you. It never bothered you how much you had in common with him, in fact you had never thought about it for longer than a minute before.
The excessive amounts of common interests between you and Armin had actually helped your friendship with him. When you first met him, he seemed standoffish, awkward, maybe even a little bit weird, but after finding out your shared interest in tv shows, suddenly he was a whole new person.
He’d even stop over at your door some nights when he had made too many leftovers of whatever he had made himself for dinner. He’d stay for conversation and to hear a review of the food he gave you. He’d step inside of your apartment, but never past the kitchen, only being able to view the other rooms. He never stayed longer than an hour, and you never felt yourself wishing he’d stay longer.
So, it was no surprise to you to hear a soft knock on the door and to find Armin on the other side. He held a familiar plate of food in one hand and a DVD in the other. You scanned the items and then looked up at him, your eyebrows slightly knitted together.
“What,” You asked Armin slowly, “What’s all of this for?”
Armin tilted his head at you, a small smile appearing on his lips, “No hello?”
“Hi, Armin.” You sighed. “Now, answer what all of this is?”
“Hi, and all of this is a movie night, and I brought you some curry. Now, can I come inside?”
You looked over your shoulder at your apartment. It was slightly dirty from the past few days of lazy nights after work. Your clothes were spewed about and you could even see some bras and panties lying on your living room floor right outside of the bedroom door. You knew they’d be far enough out of the way that Armin wouldn’t see them, so why the hell not?
Why not let him in? It’s just one movie night.
You shifted your body so you weren’t blocking your apartment from Armin anymore. You tilted your head towards the living room, and spoke one demanding sentence to your neighbor, a soft smile on your lips.
“Alright,” You said, “Come inside, and you better heat that food up for me while I start the movie.” Armin walked by you and into the kitchen, nodding in agreement to your request. “And, wait, what movie even is that?”
Armin turned around to you, standing beside the microwave. “27 Dresses, you told me you had never seen it before.”
“How did you remember that?” You furrowed your eyebrows deeply. “I said that months ago, I think I said that last Christmas even.”
Armin shrugged, “I have a good memory.”
You brushed his comment off, and the whole conversation in fact. You had to admit it was refreshing how nice Armin is to you; he always bring you food, he brings you gifts, he even brought you flowers in the past - he may have stopped once he realized how creeped out you were to see him on the other side of your door holding a full bouquet of flowers. But still, it was the thought that counts.
You always kind of assumed your neighbor had a little crush on you considering all that he’s done. You weren’t sure you felt the same, but you were sure that you liked his attention and the way he looked at you in the hallway when he ran into you. He looked at you like you were a sunset, you were bright and beautiful and a sight he doesn’t normally have the luxury of seeing.
Which isn’t entirely true considering he’s always in the hallway at the same time as you are.
You put the DVD into the disc drive of your laptop and plugged your laptop into the tv. You quickly skipped through the previews, not feeling particularly in the mood to sit through trailers of movies from before 2012. By the time you were done setting up the movie, Armin was already on the couch behind you, watching you as you bent over your laptop.
You felt a bit awkward by your neighbor’s curious eyes stuck on your body. He always seemed to stare a little too hard at your body, and you supposed being bent over right in front of him was like showing a dog a treat.
You rubbed your now sweaty hands against your sweatpants, trying to wipe away the nerves of having Armin inside of your apartment. You weren’t sure if these nerves were coming from being close to your neighbor because you’re afraid of him or because you’re attracted to him. Being around Armin was a mess of confusing feelings.
You walked around your coffee table and took a seat beside Armin on the couch. Once you were sitting, you noticed Armin scoot the tiniest bit closer to you. His knee pressed against your knee, and you could feel his eyes staring at the side of your face, but you chose to ignore him and watch the beginning of the movie instead. That was until ignoring him was no longer an option, he leaned in close and spoke to you over the dialogue of the movie.
“So,” Armin said, “I was at this new cafe the other day - it’s right up the street - I think you should give it a try sometime, it’s really good. I tried their blueberry crumble muffins, and it was fantastic.”
You turned to him, “Do you mean the cafe called The Big Wave?”
“Yes!”
“I went there the other day.” You turned your body towards your neighbor, now completely disregarding the movie on the screen. “I had the pumpkin muffin, but I was gonna try the blueberry one if they didn’t sell out before I got there!”
“That’s insane,” Armin said but there seemed to be some emotion absent in his voice, “I really wanted to try the pumpkin muffin too, but decided against it.” Armin glanced back at the tv, but then met your eyes once again. “Maybe sometime we could - if you wanted to, of course - we could go to the cafe together, and try each other’s muffins.”
Your eyebrows shot up, “Try what?”
You giggled as Armin’s face flushed with red and he shook his head frnatically, “Oh no no, I swear I didn’t mean it like that, oh my god.”
“It’s fine, Armin.” You smiled at him as you gently placed your hand on his knee. “I’d love to go to the cafe with you sometime-” There was a moment of silence before you grinned and spoke again- “and we can try each other’s muffins.”
Armin placed his hand on top of your own, attempting to show you physically how happy he was to be in your living room with you, and to have you sitting on the couch right beside him. You were both now completely ignoring the movie, just staring gracefully into each other’s eyes. You always sort of knew a moment like this would arise with your neighbor eventually, he gave you too much attention and you really liked basking in that attention. You were sure if you ever gave him the chance, you’d make him the happiest man on Earth by being his girlfriend, and you’d be constantly spoiled.
The whole relationship looked like a win-win situation from the outside.
“Armin,” You whispered, but he quickly interrupted whatever you were planning on saying by pressing his lips into your lips. You let him kiss you, and you even kissed him back slightly. It felt good to feel wanted and Armin made you feel entirely desired just by the way he tightened his grip on your hand, as if he were in disbelief that this was really happening - so much so that he had to hold onto you as proof, hoping you wouldn’t fade away into his imagination.
Armin moved his lips away from yours, resting his forehead against your own, “I’m so sorry, I- I shouldn’t have-”
“No,” You said while leaning your lips closer to his, “But, you can. You can kiss me, I want you to.”
Armin nodded slightly before leaning back into your shared kiss. He kissed you more passionately now, his lips parted and you even felt the gentle tickle of his soft tongue against your lips. Despite the thousands of times he had imagined kissing you, he never imagined you being so submissive to his touch. You let him do whatever he wanted with your lips and your body, you didn’t mind his hands groping your hips and chest.
“Can-” Armin whispered into your mouth- “Can I go down on you?” After the question was in the air, his face scrunched up with awkwardness. He shook his head gently, apologizing three times before you interrupted him.
“Sure.” You weren’t sure where these words were coming from. You never really felt any attraction towards your neighbor other than mentally accepting that he is conventionally attractive. He wasn’t even your type and his crush weirded you out more than it flattered you. But, to be honest, you haven’t had somebody on top of you in months and if this was your only option at the moment, then you were willing to make do with this opportunity.
You laid down for Armin, your head on the yellow decorative pillows on your couch. He sat between your legs as he smoothly pulled your sweatpants off of your legs. You thought he may explode seeing you in front of him like this, his face and neck was a concerning red color, you honestly weren’t sure he was even breathing at the moment.
Armin started at your knee and slowly kissed down your legs. You watched him curiously as he made his way down to your panties. It was ironic for you to see him like this, acting like these kisses were teasing you when you could tell they were just making him more needy.
Your neighbor left one soft kiss on your clit through your panties, and the sudden feeling caused your hips to jolt forward. He was proud of this, and continued, passionately and slightly rushed, but it felt good. You liked the way he made out with your clit through the fabric, but you honestly preferred it with your panties on the ground beside the couch.
It was like he knew nobody had ever done this for you before. After all of the hookups you brought home, all of the dates that ended here, not even one of them went down on you. And, even if they had, you weren’t sure they would’ve ever been this good at it, you were certain Armin must’ve done this for thousands of people considering how magical this felt for you.
You brought your hand to the back of Armin’s bright blonde hair, gripping onto the strands as he sucked on your clit. Choked sounds came from your mouth, and you weren’t completely sure if they were supposed to be moans or gasps - they were somewhere in between.
You weren’t surprised by how quickly Armin tongue had gotten you close to finishing. This feeling felt better than anything your own fingers had done to your body in the past, and you really hoped you could recreate someday with a toy. You felt as if you were floating when you tightened your fingers on Armin’s hair, trying to let him know you were close.
And, strangely enough, you could tell he knew. He didn’t need to hear you say it, he knew you were coming on his tongue. He continued the same move that had gotten you close until your body vibrated with pleasure. You groaned so loud, you thought maybe the people could hear you outside, even the people driving in their cars with their windows rolled up.
Armin and you didn’t speak much after the moment had passed. He said he didn’t want anything in return, and you didn’t cuddle him, but you did hold his hand gently under the blanket you shared. You had put your sweatpants back on once the movie’s credits were rolling and you put the remaining curry in the fridge as he gathered his things.
He left your apartment quickly, no kiss, one goodbye, and one hug - and then he was gone. The door shut behind him and you thought this would be the perfect moment to pick up some of your dirty clothes from the living room floor. You could’ve sworn your panties had landed beside the couch, but you decided maybe they had been kicked underneath. You decided not to investigate too hard, Armin always struck you as a weird guy but a panty snatcher was a bit too far, even for him.
If you knew the truth about him, you’d never want him back in your apartment again, you’d probably even move apartments as soon as humanly possible. But, losing that feeling that he gave you between your legs wasn’t worth it in your head, he could steal all of the panties he wanted from you just so long as he made you feel that good again.
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