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The room you found yourself in was dimly lit, the dark bedroom barely recognizable as such if it weren’t for the floorlength windows on one side of the room. You swallowed as John entered the room, the air suddenly feeling too thick and heavy to be shared between the two of you. You slightly bite your lip as you watch him from where you were sitting on your shared bed, standing big and proud in the center of the room.

John's eyes were heavy on your body, waiting for him, naked already. Your nipples were stiff in the cool air, waiting for him to suck on them, gently twisting them to elicit that sweet, soft sting that he knew you loved. Your cunt was also already dripping wet, the sheen in between your thighs unmistakingly because you were trained like a dog to be wet and waiting for him whenever he wanted you too.

A soft shudder rolls down your spine as you feel his hard, tense gaze on your body, his eyes flickering between your glassy eyes, your plush tits, your wet slit and your luscious ass.

“Knees.” he commanded, his voice firm as he stared you down like you were nothing but his prey. You shudder, obeying as you turn around, getting on your knees.

You could almost sense his heavy stare, your cunt pulsing with need for him. A small shiver rattles you as the cool room air strikes your exposed cunt, making you let out a quiet, shivering moan. John chuckles lowly, his eyes dark with lust as he comes up behind you. His big, rough hands found the curve of your hips, squeezing your flesh softly as a low, guttural sound rumbled from his throat.

As you peeked back to him over your shoulder you couldn’t help but lock eyes with him, his gaze nearly letting you cum here and then. With a soft huff he let his hands wander to cup your ass, sprawled across the meat, squeezing you as the supple flesh spilled between his fingers.

“You’re such an obedient bitch.” he murmured quietly, his rough, calloused thumb gently teasing you through your slick, wet folds. “Acting like a dog for my cock.” he added, quieter but not any less threatening. A soft, weak moan escapes you, your brows furrowing ever so slightly as he teased your cunt, one hand falling a bit so he could gently rub over your clit.

No matter how rough he seemed or his skin felt he always handled you with care like you were made of glass, a porcelain doll only for his eyes to be seen. You knew you couldn’t escape his allure, his dark song he had you caught up in. Your eyes were heavy, barely able to keep them open, to look at the man that had you so tight in his clutches you’d never believe yourself. But here you were - at his beck and call whenever and wherever he demanded.

As a car passed by through the foggy city, its headlights blinding you momentarily you suddenly felt him pushing in two of his fingers. Their roughness was so perfect as they dragged along your walls, making you choke out a low moan.

“Thats it.” you could hear him say, his voice soothing a part of you that always got scared during moments like these but you enjoyed the thrill of being his prey, his toy for the night and his girlfriend by day. He would rapture you, night after night, not taking you to heaven but to something far darker, more sinister but also better - where he would take you would fill you with nothing but ecstasy and you knew it.

Your eyes glinted in the faint, dim light as rain started to patter against the windows. You could feel his fingers sliding, thrusting in and out of your cunt, your moans short and soft as you tilted your head back, your hair falling into your face.

A haze started to veil your mind, you know what was happening - you were dissociating, your mind blending out everything but him. You felt his fingers inside you, his stare on your ass, the small of your back your shoulders. You loved when he did that, it always drove you closer to your breaking point rapidly - you loved being watched.

Most of these nights he didn’t even fuck you, he just toyed with you, gaining enough satisfaction from it alone. And as your mind slipped further and further, slipping into a territory where he could easily break your mind if he wanted you could feel the coil in your core tighten, your cunt clenching around his fingers, the moan that got stuck in your throat and oh god you were so–

An almost pained whine tore free from your throat straining your vocal chords as your cunt clenched around nothing, your hips shifting back in search of what he had just denied you. “J-John,” you whispered, your voice shaky and tears building in your eyes as you slowly blinked open and glanced towards him.

There he stood, lazily squeezing his crotch as he watched you squirm. “You sound so beautiful like this,” he murmured lowly, stepping closer again as he grabbed your wrists, holding them together on your back as he spit on his fingers again and dragged them through your folds, a high moan escaping you.

“Oh my sweet baby, why didn’t you tell me you were fucking yourself while I’m gone?” he asked softly, too softly for his standards. Fear struck you, images flashing up inside your head of when you were laying sprawled out across the couch downstairs, a vibrator purring in between your legs, drawing moan after moan from you, draining you of all energy while John was gone for a worktrip.

John noticed that, teasing his fingers inside again and tearing a moan from your throat, your eyes fluttering shut. “You know what that means right?” he asked you, the words barely registering in your head but yeah, you knew what it meant.

Just as you could feel that damned coil tighten again, only from feeling his calloused fingertips in your cunt he pulled them out again, soothingly rubbing your thighs and ass. A quiet sob escaped you, your cunt red and swollen, the sensitivity spreading to your ass which he was kneading almost too harshly - but he knew just the right amount of force for you to enjoy.

You suddenly felt his breath on your thigh, his lips brushing on your skin as he gently nudged your thighs apart. He kissed the inside of them, sucking softly, groaning quietly at the taste of you on his tongue and you couldn’t help but moan too, your cunt clenching around nothing as the bridge of his nose brushed against it, making you whimper.

Maybe you needed to be a bit more naughty when he was gone more often.

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You sighed as you could feel the rain wet your socks - you really should move on from these banged up Converse sneakers. With a quiet curse you walked back to your car, trying to stuff the Tylenol into your bag, the receipt getting blown away in the wind and rain. “Fuck!” you snapped, trying to grab it but a leather gloved hand was faster than you.

“There you go,” his voice softly rang through the howling wind and hard rain. He handed you the receipt, you sighed and took it.

“Thanks…” you began, waiting for him to fill you in.

“David.” he supplied with a curt nod and a slight smile. His shoulder length, dark brown hair seemed nearly black during this weather. "What's a lady like you doing alone out here at night?” he asks curiously, his posture relaxed just like his eyes were.

Your alarm bells should’ve rung at that moment but you were so busy with your life, your parents being a bitch to you having chosen to do a major in art, your brother constantly asking to borrow money for some of that weird crypto shit you completely missed the red flags radiating.

David smirked, bending down to pick up the small pharmacy bag with the Tylenol, handing it to you. “Dropped this too,” he added as you took yours and he packed his own small bag away.

“University stress that's all - thank you, David.” you eventually replied, shaking your head with a weak smile as you slipped into your banged up shitbox, quickly driving off as you watched how this David grew smaller and smaller in your rearview mirror.

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As you moved through your small, one bedroom apartment your mind kept playing back to that stranger, David was his name as you recalled. The way he looked at you was uncanny, as if he was trying to scan, read you - get to know you.

You shook your head and sighed, rolling your eyes. Clearly you were just trying to get the attention of another man, your hormones going crazy at the prospect of one being interested in you.

With a quiet yawn you headed to your bed, taking off your shirt and sweatpants before quickly swallowing one of the Tylenols you had bought. As you did so, you noticed the bitter taste of the capsule you had just swallowed. With a slight frown you looked at the bottle, your frown deepening.

Buprenorphine. And you swallowed 3 of them.

You didn't know if it was placebo or not but you felt so dizzy all of a sudden, quickly collapsing onto your bed where you fell unconscious.

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When you woke up again you could feel the world spinning, some rock song playing in the room you found yourself in. With a quiet groan you tried to sit up, only to find your hands tied to a bedframe, just like your feet. Your eyes widened as panic rose in you, your arms tearing at the ropes, your entire body rocking the bed as a muffled scream came from you, your mouth gagged with a cloth.

As tears rolled down your cheeks someone entered your field of view, you screamed, your eyes opened wide when you realized it was David from that parking lot.

“Oh you sweet little thing,” he sighed and sauntered over to the bed, turning down the radio on his way before leaning over you. “Lookin’ so lost back at the parking lot I must’ve mixed up our bags,” he sighs and shrugs his shoulders before smirking sharply again. “But I’m glad we get to meet again.” he smirks, his leather gloved hands gently trailing over your leg, up your thigh and resting on your hip.

You scream against the cloth in your mouth, your stare filled with fury as you directed it at him.

“My, so fierce,” he chuckles, his hand slipping underneath your shirt, pushing it up as you went. Against what your head told you, you could feel the anger and hatred slip away from your veins, being replaced by a fiery lust for that man. Your eyes flickered between his - an almost warm, cozy looking brown color to his hand sliding higher and higher up on your body.

David quirked an eyebrow in surprise as you ceased your thrashing and screaming, tilting his head curiously. You met his gaze, breathing heavily as you arched against his palm making his gaze change into something more primal and feral.

He kept his gloves on as he flicked open his knife, cutting open your shirt and his free hand coming to cup your tit - your nipples hard due to the cold night air and the arousal pooling in your stomach. David grinned, tilting his head as he leaned down, kissing the cloth stuffed into your mouth, saturated with your saliva. His other hand had put the knife away again, tugging down your sweatpants and slipping into your underwear, dragging his fingers over your clitoris.

With a loud moan you threw your head back, arching your back as you glanced at him. “So wet for me already, sweetheart.” he murmured, pulling his fingers away and licking over the leather glove he was wearing.

Oh this was going to be a long night for you.

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The air in the garage was stuffy, filled with smoke from by now 3 joints you and the boys had passed around. You chuckled after taking another off the joint before handing it over to Ted who glanced at you with a quirked eyebrow. He had cut his hair shorter, hanging barely over his eyes as he too took a long drag, letting the smoke billow out from his nostrils.

“What’s so funny?” he asked with an innocent grin, tilting his head to look at you with his brown, almond eyes which were bloodshot and half-lidded thanks to the weed in his system.

Bill snorted across the room, strumming on his guitar as he glanced over to the two of you. “You, dude, look at yourself,” he laughs, leaning back a bit as he points at him.

“Yeah, fuck you, Bill.” he laughs too and flips him off, making you snort too, erupting into laughter. “See, I hope we’re all stoned enough that you don’t remember me saying this but I’ve like, always wanted to fuck the two of you.” Ted adds, shrugging his shoulders as he takes a handful of cheetos, popping them one after another into his mouth.

You can’t stop your face from falling, staring at Ted like he just told you your final sacrament. “You’re not meaning that,” you chuckle, disbelief rolling off you as you sit up and glare at the brunette.

“Oh he for sure is, dude.” Bill chuckles, sauntering over to the couch the two of you have been lounging on. Ted smirks, shrugging his shoulders with that dumb, innocent grin of his as he leans in closer to you, his hand gently resting on your thigh, sprawled across the thickness of it.

You huff, glancing to Ted before looking to Bill, a smirk stretching across your lips as you shake your head. Something inside your head must have snapped, some synapse or whatever as you suddenly found yourself on top of Teds lap, his hands still firm on your thighs as Bill loomed over the two of you.

Ted’s glare is almost animalistic, laced with barely concealed lust and hunger as he dove in to capture your lips in a heated, needy kiss all while he gave your thighs a firm squeeze.

Even though you couldn't see it, Bill was watching closely, almost scanning you and Ted making out, all soft breaths and quiet moans as you could feel Ted’s cock hardening underneath you. Bill gently put his hands on your shoulders, gently trailing them down over your back to your hips. He carefully guided them in a slow rhythm on Ted’s erection, making him moan against your lips.

With a soft groan you broke up the intense kiss, looking back to Bill before he leaned down to kiss you too, Ted kissing and sucking on your neck as one hand slid to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and opening his pants. “Turn around,” he whispered with a soft husk to his voice, you obeying without question.

Bill gently took your face into his hands, your hands flying to open his cargo shorts, yanking them down with his boxershorts. You gently bit his lip as you wrap a hand around his throbbing, hard length, giving it a few teasing pumps.

Behind you, Ted was pushing up your plaid skirt, his fingers hooking into lace tanga you were wearing, pulling them down a little before he changed his mind, pushing aside the piece of barely there fabric covering your wet cunt. With a raspy chuckle he teased the tip of his warm, hard cock through your folds, eliciting a weak moan from you.

“Jesus, Ted, fuck me already,” you moan softly, glancing back at him over your shoulder. With a sharp grin he pulled you down onto his dick and for a moment you weren’t sure if he was gonna fit in, he was so girthy - making you feel like you were being split into two.

The moan he let out was nothing short of an animal claiming its price, its prey as he gently guided your hips to move, making you moan as well, your wrist adjusting its pace to match that of Ted fucking you.You felt Ted’s lips on the back of your neck, one hand coming to push up your shirt, his lips moving to your spine as the one free hand comes to almost clumsily fondle your breasts, Bills fingers tangling into your hair as he gently rolled his hips into you.

As you closed your eyes in pure bliss and ecstasy, Bill smirked and collected your hair into a ponytail using it to guide your head up and down on his cock. “Such a pretty, good pet for us,” he sighed but couldn’t hold back the small chuckle in the back of his throat as he watched you suck his cock, Ted also escaping a low chuckle as he glanced up to Bill from where he was seated, fucking you lazily.

You barely remembered the rest of the night but the fragments - sweaty, naked bodies falling into a rhythm, getting lost in each other, the sounds of skin slapping together, moans and shaky breaths reverberated in your ears when you woke up the next morning in the garage. It was nearly freezing but the two bodies to your left and right were hot, like small heaters.

As you looked left you spotted the messy curls of Bill, his back turned towards you as he was only wearing his briefs and socks, the blanket barely covering his waist. After a few slow blinks you noticed the arm around your waist, keeping you close to another chest, lips gently trailing their way up and down your spine, his hand gently coming to cup your breast, tease softly across your nipples.

“Ted,” you croaked quietly, your eyes fluttering shut as you tensed up underneath the blanket covering your hips. “What happened?” you add quietly, not stopping the other man behind you.

“We had some fun, I think. Why don’t we wake Bill up with a nice surprise?” he asks and you could hear his stupid grin stretching across his lips and yes - there it was when you turned to look at him over your shoulder, making you smirk too.

You kissed him for a moment, your hand gently resting atop of his on your breast, giving it a gently squeeze before you turned back to look at Bill, licking your lips slightly.

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“Out of your car, now!” his voice thundered, his gun drawn. How the fuck did you end up here? Getting pulled over with dozens of police cars, SWAT cars behind you - you’ve fled like a fucking idiot, your panic getting the better of you as you saw that the police had closed down the roads in downtown L.A. again.

“Hands out the window, get out slowly.” That low, bassy voice instructed you and you couldn’t help but obey. You shakily held your hands out of the window, swallowing hard as you fiddled to open the door of your car from the outside, slowly stepping outside.

“On your knees, Now!” he yelled, slowly stepping closer as evident by the heavy steps approaching you from behind. With a quiet whimper you got on your knees, the asphalt digging into your knees as he came up behind you, grabbing your wrists to twist them onto your back and put handcuffs on you.

Your view blurred and his voice grew quiet, distant as he started to read you your Miranda rights. “Jesus Christ,” he sighed as he noticed you crying, your arm twisted uncomfortably behind your back and you just couldn’t stop the tears from rolling. “Come over here,” he muttered, surprisingly soft as he noticed your distress, grabbing your upper arm and maneuvering you behind some of the patrol cars that had chased you, shielded from curious cameras and reporters.

The way to the station passed by in a blur, you squeezed into the back of the cruiser with Officer Traven at the wheel as you had learned. Your gaze was directed to the outside when you felt his glance on you through the rearview mirror.

“I got scared,” you whispered quietly, glaring down to your knees before sighing. Officer Traven pressed his lips into a thin line before sighing. He didn’t say anything as he watched you while he pulled the cruiser into the stations garage.

With a quiet whine you hopped out of the Ford, his hand gently holding your upper arm as he guided you to the holding cells where he took your finger prints and pictures - your mascara was smeared around your eyes from crying but your expression looked more somber than anything else.

“Here,” he addresses you, surprisingly soft as he hands you a set of clothes to change into. You hesitantly accept them, expecting him to show you a changing room but none of that. “You gotta change here, I’m sorry.” he explains without needing you to ask, shrugging his shoulders.

It was only then that you noticed his buzzcut, his hair a dark brown color and his almond eyes looking almost tired - he probably had worked the night shift and had to do overtime because of you making things complicated.

You frowned, glancing around the two of you to find the station empty except for the two of you. “Alright, sure,” you sighed and shook your head, frowning as you turned your back towards him. You started by taking off your top, opening the clasps on your bra before covering your breasts with an arm and turning to hand Officer Traven the two items.

As you did so you noticed the way his jaw was tense, his glance firm but filled with a certain heat. It took him a moment to realize what you were doing, quickly taking your clothes and setting them down on the desk. Your eyes snapped to his throat mic which was bobbing thanks to him swallowing hard. You knew that look, the way his tongue slightly darted across his lips, his eyes flickering across your face, your back, resting on your ass for a moment too long.

Something inside you flashed at that - maybe you could use this for your own good. “Eyes up, Officer Traven.” you softly said, smiling innocently with your mascara smeared. His eyes snapped up to meet your gaze but he didn’t reply, a silent dare.

Your smile grew into a grin, your fingers hooking into the belt loops of your hotpants, slowly inching them down to reveal the burgundy colored piece of lace panties you decided to wear today. How fitting. With a smirk you watched his eyes grow heavy with arousal and heat, chewing on his lips as he adjusted his stance by hooking his hands onto his vest.

“We don’t have all day, hit-and-run girl.” he murmured lowly as he rounded the desk to lean against it, his head tilted with mild curiosity. You smirked and pulled your hotpants down, letting them fall to the ground as you next hooked two fingers into your lace panties, slowly dragging those down too.

Officer Traven grunts, almost inaudibly as he shifts on his legs. “Come on Officer Traven, cut me some slack?” you softly ask as you pull them up again, thinking for a moment before clutching an arm over your breasts and sauntering over to him. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing underneath the strap of the throat mic strapped around his neck.

With a soft smile - god knows you were gonna go to hell either way so you could at least shoot your shot with the one hot cop you met - you removed your arm from your chest, your tits hanging perfectly as you hooked your thumbs into your panties to slowly drag them down. You revealed your neatly trimmed bush, the small, broken whine in the back of Officer Travens throat barely audible but you caught it. And it egged you on.

“Go on, Officer Traven, touch yourself,” you hummed as you took off the panties before toying with your tits, squeezing them, gently massaging your nipples to lure a soft moan from your lips.

“Miss, you should get dressed. Now.” he managed to croak out as he eyed you with narrowed eyes but his growing erection didn't get lost on you. “Or else I’ll use force.” he added in a more threatening tone, one hand coming to rest on his belt, wrapped around the grip of his baton.

You smirked, heading back over to the pile of clothes. You bent over, your gaze fixed on Officer Traven over your shoulder, the man looking ready to burst - sexually and in an angry way. He knew you were pushing his buttons but he couldn't look away and thus he took out the baton, coming closer to you.

His eyes flickered to your slick cunt and with a dangerous smirk he nudged the tip of the baton against it, drawing a quiet moan from you. You were about to be fucked with a nightstick and one part of you loved it, the other absolutely hated it.

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You couldn’t fully process that this was happening to you, you getting kidnapped and touched by that creep. Your body wanted it, wanted to be touched so badly yet your mind knew this was wrong, you didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to be touched by that man but it felt so fucking good.

As David watched you, his eyes big and curious as you reacted to his touch and words, a weak sob broke free from your throat, tears building up in your eyes as you looked at him. He tilted his head, his gloved hand gently coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over your smooth, hot skin. “Sweetheart,” he purred, tilting his head to nuzzle his nose behind your year, tilting your head.

The tears rolled down your cheek, a deep frown etched onto your face as you felt his lips trace slowly over your jawline to your cheek, licking away a single tear. David groaned at the taste, his eyes rolling back as he held your face in his hands, the leather of his gloves rough against your skin.

A quiet whimper and sob comes from you, muffled by the cloth stuffed into your mouth as you try to turn your head away. The tears slowly rolled down over your jaw, down your throat as you weakly pulled on the ropes bound around your wrists, the material rough and scratchy against your skin.

“Your tears taste so good,” he muttered as he kissed his way down, trailing after the tears, savoring the taste of each of them. “So salty and filled with fear,” he added, grinning a bit as he glanced up to you, meeting your gaze. Feeling his predatory gaze churned something inside of you, a mixture of fear and arousal, making you shuffle around almost uncomfortably.

You still cried silently, tears falling and David's gaze only grew more and more intense with every tear he saw, licked and tasted. He was consuming a vulnerable part of you, the way his tongue was so soft and gentle on your skin, barely brushing against it - it almost made you believe he didn’t truly want to hurt you. As you tried to speak, your vocal chords strained but no sounds came out thanks to the cloth stuffed in between your teeth. David seemed to realize, hesitating but plucking the cloth out of your mouth, letting it fall on the floor beneath the bed you two were on.

“Y-You don’t wanna hurt me right?” you asked softly, your voice hoarse from being dehydrated and the cold, dry air didn't help. David glanced at you, searching his words as his hands still held you.

“No. Not yet.” he finally says, a smile stretching across his lips as more tears start to fall, the other man's gaze immediately fixing on them. “So good, keep crying my sweet dove,” he murmured lowly, his lips coming to kiss them away again. By now he had straddled you, kneeling above you and his erection was clear in his jeans, barely leaving anything to your imagination.

You took shaky, weak breaths before jerking in fear as he had leaned down to kiss away another tear, jerking your knee right into his crotch - you expected him to lash out, hurt you, kill you but you had to take a double take at him. He moaned. His hand came flying to push your leg down again but he just moaned after getting a kick to his crotch. Your eyes were suddenly wide open, as you felt his hand press down on your thigh, making you feel all funny and confused.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you muttered quickly as he leaned in lower and closer to your face, panic rising steadily and in sync with your lust and arousal as you felt his breath on your neck. “P-Please David I’m sorry,” you whine, twisting underneath his body. You froze again when he chuckled, your body tensing up.

“Fierce, fierce,” he mused, kissing your throat slowly, gently, biting you every so slightly which sent a jolt of pain and lust through your body. David noticed that too, biting his bottom lip slightly as he glared at you. “Just like this,” he murmured and tugged your panties down, exposing your slick cunt to the cold air, making you twitch and shiver, your cunt throbbing ever so slightly.

He kissed his way down your throat, making sure to lick away the salty streaks from your tears before eventually meeting your core, his tongue hot in comparison to the cold air that just assaulted your sensitive, plump cunt. You let out a shaky moan, arching your back as another quiet sob escapes you - it felt so good but so wrong at the same time. “D-David,” you moaned as his tongue flicked your clit almost expertly, two of his leather clad fingers slipping into your wet cunt with ease.

You slowly let your eyes drop down to the man in between your legs, his gaze fiery and hungry as he returned it, eating you like his life depended on it. The scene made something inside you snap, a loud, pleasure-riddled moan coming from your throat, making you throw your head back and grasp the ropes that bound you to the bed tightly.

The bridge of his nose bumped against your clitoris as he turned to gently kiss the insides of your thighs, groaning in bliss and enjoyment - it was clear he loved where he was.

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The party you were at was alive, full of energy as you swayed your body to the thumping music. Despite you never dabbling into drugs you loved the parties that G-Baby threw. With your beer in hand you laughed as your friend dragged you outside where the sun was setting and the people were mingling around the pool. You were happy as you and your friend found a spot by the pool, letting your feet dangle into the water as you took a sip of your beer.

As the hours passed you got more and more drunk, eventually being nothing but a giggly, drunk mess. Laura, your friend, had called an uber for you, helping you back up to your legs when one of G-Baby’s buddies came up to the two of you. He easily was 20 years older than the two of you, yet his dark hair and smooth skin made him look like anything but.

You grinned, coming over to him. “You’re hot,” you blurred out, grinning a bit as you leaned your head against his shoulder, making him smirk too as he downed a small bottle of Jägermeister.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Tom.” he smirked, his arm easily resting around your waist. It was clear that the two of you maybe had a little too much alcohol. With a grin you twisted in his hold, glancing up to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re strong for being over 40,” you chuckle, teasingly squeezing his bicep with one hand, the other still slung around his neck. Tom smirked, rolling his eyes.

“Gotta be so I can get the bad guys,” he murmured into your ear, his hand guiding yours to his crotch where you could feel the outline of a pistol. You blush, smiling weakly - you just got up close and personal with an undercover cop at your best friends party.

“I didn’t take any drugs,” you blurt out, looking up to him with wide eyes. Tom chuckled and shook his head.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” he simply replied and guided you to one of the benches where he sat you down before joining next to you. “I know how I could bail you out of here.” he added with a smirk, leaning in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You felt his rough, calloused fingertips on your knee, your skirt barely covering your thighs as he lets his fingers slowly trail higher. “You just gotta be a nice, obeying citizen.” he continued, grinning dangerously as he looked down at, pulling back a little.

“Tom…” you muttered quietly, pressing your thighs together and gently grabbing his wrist. “I- Are you sure?” you asked, not even knowing what he was sure about yourself. Your eyes searched for his, met with a soft but lustful gaze.

Tom smirked and tilted his head as his free hand came to gently grab your chin. “Get on your knees for me, will you?” he softly asked, you nodding slowly and doing as he’s asked - getting on your knees in front of him. He looked surprised for a moment that you’d obey so fast and quick.

“Gotta give back to the heroes in blue huh?” you chuckled as your hands came to unbuckle his belt, pushing down his cargo pants as you licked your lips at the sight of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxershorts.

Tom looked nearly stunned at your boldness, yet he quickly regained his composure and ran a hand through your hair, smirking with a soft chuckle. “Jesus, getting on your knees, blowing me out in the open - such a good little bitch,” he purred, leaning down slightly to speak into your ear. It was then that his hand gently gathered your hair, holding it up in a ponytail and you grinned.

You leaned in close, gently taking the waistband of his shorts in between your teeth before pulling it down. With a slight grin your hand came to gently wrap around his thick erection, giving him slow pumps as you glanced up to him.

“Look at you, such a whore for me,” he groans softly, his eyes dark and heavy with need as he glanced down to you. “Not even embarrassed to blow me around your friends, are you?” he taunted you, his hand still holding your hair back.

With a weak moan you wrap your lips around his tip, sucking gently before bobbing your head up and down ever so slightly, your cheeks blushing from arousal and the cool air outside. You moaned softly when you felt his shoe nudge in between your thighs, pushing up against your cunt.

“O-Officer,” you whimpered, glancing up to him as a dizziness rolled over you, a mixture of too much alcohol and lust as your hips slightly rutted against the boot.

“Detective, sweetie. Detective Ludlow.” he corrected you with a sharp grin, his eyes fixed on you, sitting on your knees so pretty for him.

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He told you it was to help him with his PTSD from the war, to feel like he had control over something gruesome for once in his life but by now you doubted it, the pain a stark reminder of how fucked up and twisted this was, what he put you through.

But let’s circle back - you and Paul were a happily married couple for a few years now, having met only shortly after he returned from war in Europe and as you’d later find out being one of the first troops deployed for D-Day. It had scarred him, not only physically but mentally too - he carried nightmares, bad ones and it was always the same one where he stumbled into a destroyed Orphanage, a child soldier lying there with his teddy bear, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest.

You heard it a thousand times by now but it didn’t become any less heart wrenching. It twisted something inside your guts every time he told you about it, the way tears would gather in the corners of his eyes and you couldn’t help with extracting the pain from him.

It was only when he came up to you after a day of work, slinging his arms around your waist from behind that he noticed you trying to bandage up your palm, your skin split open where you had accidently grabbed a knife by its blade.

With a frown he glanced at you. “Are you alright?” he immediately asked, gently tightening his hold on you as you bandaged yourself with a smirk.

“Yeah babe, it’s only a cut, happens.” you softly told him, tried to calm him down as you finished the bandage.

Paul sighed and nodded. “Alright, alright.” he mutters, gently letting his fingers trail over the bandage before looking back up to you. “You… take it off,” he softly asked as he tapped the back of your hand before heading to the bedroom.

“Paul? Why?” You asked as you followed him, unraveling the gauze around your palm quickly, the blood immediately coming back up again.

“Can we try something?” he asked, his cheeks flushed ever so slightly as he looked at you. “It’s- something with sex,” he awkwardly admitted and it startled you.

“Sex?” you asked, an eyebrow raised slightly and Paul nodded as he gently took your face into his hands, kissing your forehead, nose and lips before glancing back at you.

“Just.. trust me:” he whispered softly as he guided you to your bed, his brows furrowed slightly as he gently kissed you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You can’t stifle the quiet moan in your throat as he guided you to sit down, your eyes flickering up to his warm, brown ones. Paul sighed as he glanced down to you, taking off his tie and gently wrapping it over your eyes - blindfolding you.

It didn’t take long until you heard his zipper, his hand guiding your bleeding one to wrap around his surprisingly stiff cock, a low, stuttered moan escaping him as you could feel his eyes on you.

You felt weird and disgusted by the fact that you were actively covering his dick in your blood but the feelings subsided, being replaced with morbid lust and need to mark him that way and so you started to slowly flick your wrist, the cut stinging deliciously in your palm as you could feel your blood slicking up his cock, his soft, breathy moans clearly being evidence of how much he liked it too.

With a soft whimper you squeezed your thighs together at the mental image of it all inside your head. You gave his dick a tentative squeeze, the cut stinging at that but you could only let out a breathy moan.

“Fuck, Baby,” Paul moaned above you, his dick throbbing ever so slightly - he seemed to cum incredibly fast today, you clearly underestimated how much he was enjoying this. “I-I’m close-” he verbally confirmed only a few moments later, sparking something inside you. You leaned in close, your breath ghosting over his tip, the stench of iron mixed with his musk rising into your nostrils. Slowly, tentatively the tip of your tongue darted out, giving his tip a slight lick.

You groaned at the sinful taste of his precum and your blood combined, making you stop your movements for a second before resuming as you registered the needy moans coming from him.

It didn’t take much longer for Paul to cum, gently tugging on your hair, as he thrusted into your hand, jostling the cut so much it started to bleed stronger again and you only heard a weak, rough chuckle as he leaned down to press a breathless kiss on the top of your head.

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You were mindlessly scrolling through the internet, your mind occupied with work - your boss told you, you needed an upgrade of your disk space relatively soon for a big job coming up but that also required you to get a RAM upgrade.

Finally you found the website you were searching for - the one of a mechanic. You bit your lip as you scrolled through his prices, thinking about how high they were for a relatively simple and small procedure.
You sighed, rubbing your temples as you looked at the prices before biting your lip. You’ll worry about it tomorrow, it was too late already either way.

With a quiet sigh you turned off your computer, got up and headed to your bed, only a few feet away from your desk. You plopped down onto it, leaning your head back as you stared at the ceiling. Your thoughts wandered to that neighbor of yours, looking sharp and expensive whenever he came home from a job - you briefly knew him since you both were couriers, him however doing the less legal jobs unlike you.

You couldn’t help but think about the way his hands would feel on yours, he always seemed so distant, cold, sharp - like a computer. With a quiet sigh you let your hand slip beneath your waist band, closing your eyes as your fingers slowly wandered towards your cunt. A sharp but quiet moan escaped you as you slightly arched your back, biting your bottom lip eagerly as you felt the pads of your middle and pointer finger on your clit.

A soft moan comes from you as you slowly start to move your fingers in slow circles, imagining it was his hand in your pants, pleasuring you.

You however didn’t notice the way your computer turned back on, the small green light on your webcam flickering to life and that the man of your dreams was watching you please yourself.

His eyes zero’ed in on the arch in your back, the way it pushed your tits up, making them look so round and plump as he saw your muscles in your arm tense up. He was just curious what his neighbor was doing at his socially awkward self and didn't know any other way to find out than to hack into your webcam.

Johnny felt his bulge twitch and grow, making his hand fly to cover and squeeze it gently as he leaned in closer to his monitor. You writhed on your bed, the carefully laid out sheets getting shuffled around and you only heard the way the music from your computer started playing again, allowing you to let out a louder moan - one that Johnny heard through the paper thin walls.

He slightly bit his bottom lip as he massaged and squeezed his cock through his slacks, his eyes burning with an intense lust for you and the way he hoped, prayed for you to moan his name. But who was he to think that? The two of you had never talked after all, he’d be surprised if you even knew he was living right next door, selecting that ratty apartment in particular because it was in direct proximity to you.

He would never admit it but he did know you, knows a lot about you in fact. Like that you can’t fall asleep without a nightlight, that you like your food very salty, that your cat Rex had died just after he moved there - because he heard you cry yourself to sleep that night and he wished he could’ve been there, hold you, kiss the tears away.

Johnny also knew about your problem at your job, the way you subconsciously rambled about it while browsing the internet for a cheap but reliable doctor, he was the one who had slipped the tab with the doctor you’d contact tomorrow.

He had it all planned but what he didn’t account for was watching you please yourself, his hand wrapping around his own hard cock, giving himself slow pumps, making his breath hitch as he watched you with narrowed eyes. With a grunt he loosened his tie, yanking it away as he leaned back on his chair, still giving himself slow pumps as he watched you rummage through your bedside table from which you procured a vibrator.

Johnny felt himself blush, he surely didn’t expect that either but he couldn’t look away, his eyes fixed on you as you turned the toy on, slowly bringing it between your thighs and the reaction you showed him nearly let him cum then and there.

His eyes barely caught up when you threw your head back at the contact between silicone and your clit, the way your feet and toes flexed, your thighs trembled and your chest heaved in between heavy breaths and moans.

Watching you come undone like this, without knowing twisted something sick inside his stomach yet he loved the kick of it. He thought it was worth the ratty apartment he lived in, some water damage in his kitchen from where rats had gnawed through the water pipes and the door never would close properly - not that he minded that of course if it meant you’d just come waltzing in to suck him off.

He had no clue that's what you literally wanted to do in this very moment, you were so close, the vibrations feeling like shocks running through your bodies as his name slipped past your lips.

“J-Johnny!”, you had moaned, your thighs pressed tightly together as you clawed at the bedsheets with your free hand, the other holding the vibrator steady against your clit before eventually yanking away.

This was all it took for Johnny to cum hard, a low, growly moan rumbling from his throat when he heard, watching you come undone so beautifully. Only after a moment had he realized you moaned his name, his eyes going wide as he sat there, his hand and slacks covered in sticky cum, staring at you through your webcam.

He sat there, quietly, almost in shock as you noticed the greenlight, blushing hard as you jumped up, nearly stumbling over as you quickly tore down your webcam before shutting everything off again with a scared expression.

Johnny chuckled weakly, glancing to his hand before closing his eyes. He knew now that he’d ask you out for a coffee tomorrow, throwing his usual plans overboard.